#thank u so much for askin man

[cassyapper]

noritaro fave music genres?

GOOD question...hm..

jotaro canonically is into kinda jazzy/pop music (cause his fav is toshinobu kubota and his dad ofc) and i can't see that changing much with age tbh. he likes things that flow into each other well he doesnt like very sharp ups and downs like u might find in rock

UNFORTUNATELY FOR HIM kakyoin likes rock canonically (fav band is sting) but he doesnt strike me as someone who is very picky with music i think kakyoin can get behind anything. jotaro definitely jazz pills him. unfortunately he has a soft spot for the beatles too thanks joseph. but yeah kakyoin can get into anything i think but his preference is rock/faster jazz

[maochira]

Hi hiii, Idk if u are still doing requests for dad Ego if not its fine cuz I just dont know :,) however I was going to ask if you could do dad Ego with a child whos an idol, yk like any japanese idols there are, if u are able to or even want to write this thank you! <3 again its fine if not Im just askin!!

Hi there!! I usually don’t write stuff about idols because I have no idea about them. BUT I haven’t written on this blog in a while and I miss dad Ego so much…….

gn!idol!reader and dad!Ego Jinpachi

Ego is the type of dad who’s super supportive but just can’t express it in words. Like he will watch you reach your milestones and do so many things but if it’s not about soccer, he has no idea what to say

Local autistic man going non-verbal because he can’t express his thoughts when it comes to praising you

but it’s okay because Ego has his own ways of showing how proud he is of you!!! He’s the type of father to always have your favourite foods stocked up especially when he knows a stressful week is approaching for you. Oh and he collects all of your albums and whatever cool merch you have

his collection is SUPER out of place among his other stuff but a man needs to support his kid even if that means having a Hello Kitty plushie from your Sanrio collaboration on his desk

Also the type of dad to tell everyone about you and your achievements. Not even in the “MY kid is amazing” way some parents do so they can feel some sort of validation. Ego always does it in a way that shows off how great you are as a person and not only as his child

He probably promised the Blue Lock guys that they’ll get to meet you if they win the U-20 match

That also was the first time he mentioned he’s your dad and everyone was like “??? What”

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

I'm starving. Please, tell me your faves SP long fics 🙇🏻‍♀️. Your recommendations are always the best.

Good morning here’s some breakfast! I’ve read a lottttt and I’ve definitely recommended a good chunk of these before, but there’s some more recent ones on this list too! Multiple pairings, some dark subjects, some fluffier stories, all fairly long and most of these are complete! Here we go!!!

The Thief Trilogy by Wintergrew! C’mon we know I’m gonna rec that one every chance I get lmao the lore and world building is absolutely phenomenal!!!

This House of Mine by OrcaTimes another one I’ve recommended a lot BECAUSE IT EATS OK?!? One of the first sp fics I read and it’s so incredibly well written and the character dynamics slay so hard and we know I’m a Kyle girlie I LOVE him in this! Creek centric too!

Ship In A Bottle by FayOfTheForest COMFORT FIC FRFR it got me hooked on style and it’s WONDERFUL

Painted in Shrouds by courtanie THE best kysterion out there I said what I said AINT NOBODY DOIN K2 LIKE COURTANIE the plot is so incredible dude holy shit I was on the edge of my seat

The Stag Prince by SynapticFirefly dude ok y’all know I’ll read anything w my beloved elf Kyle and I KID U NOT THIS IS THE BEST KYMAN IVE EVER READ!!! The characterization is PERFECT like THIS is kyman to me, plus sot au so ofc I’m down it is WONDERFUL the adults are iconic in it too and it’s really a The Gangs All Here story

Hunger Pains by bellwether I KNOW I DONT SHUT UP ABT THIS ONE BUT I DO NOT CARE it truly altered my brain chemistry god chapter 16(?) I believe in particular fuck dude kenny in the whole thing but there’s this moment… and STAN I love my son so much and this is EASILY one of my favorite Stans ever plus I LIVE for Cartman caring about the guys in his own way this fic dude I could write an essay on it

The Illegitimate Opportunity Structure by espyonz STENNY OH MY FUCK this one is PHENOMENAL so far

Behind The Wall by Jwink85 look man ngl this one has been on my rec lists before and that’s because it’s INCREDIBLE also we know I fuck w jwink for the most part. Such an incredible portrayal of abusive relationships and so, so good. The style girlies gettin fed too FUCK I love them. Also dude jwink in general has some incredible stuff just be prepared for some dead dove action in some

speaking of consuming super dead doves, BRUH fuckin To Have And To Hold by courtanie JESUS CHRIST I KNOW IVE RECED THIS ONE BEFORE TOO BUT THATS BECAUSE ITS OBJECTIVELY ONE OF THE BEST STORIES IVE EVER READ YALL want k2? Dark Cryle? Kenny and Stan teamup? The gang forming a plan? Kyle never losing his fire despite everything? Mannnn look no further! I wanna make this a movie so bad

Knives by SparrowGrim dudeeeeeee this is such a cool premise and it feels VERY southparkian in a dystopian kind of way!

South Park Confidential by FayOfTheForest Dude I love this one we got the holy trinity of sp ships with style bunny and creek! It’s such a thrilling crime story SO cool to see characters develop and overcome their own shit, like dude!!!

You know I ain’t doin a rec list without shouting out to the homies!!! Song Of Broflovski by asteria7, pep and rm by boxwinebaddie, Entries From The Past by ViviBaby69420, A Ballad Of True Hearts by luckypoppies, ALL OF THESE KICK SO MUCH ASS!!!

Ok man that’s what I can think of as of rn, THANK U SO MUCH FOR ASKIN

[camels-pen]

For the ask game 👀

Your Invisobang fic this year for the questions 2, 9, and 15 👀👀👀👀

FUCK YEAH THANK U FOR ASKIN (fic in question)

#2: What scene did you first put down?

the first scene i thought of was Vlad getting his ass beat by the marine captain, but the first scene i actually wrote was Vlad first showing up on the ship. i very much wanted to write chronologically bc everytime i didn't do that for bang, i fuck myself over kjdhfgd

#9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

*busts out old outlines* there may be one or two. or three dkjfgdg

there was:

Vlad willingly showing off one or two of his ghost powers and explaining them to gain good grace with Buggy & lying that it's a devil fruit but haha oh silly him, he doesn't know which one he ate, isn't that crazy? (they dont believe him). This one had Vlad using a lot more ghost powers anddd i think i didn't give him the weakness to seawater in this one (tragedy)

a longer version of this fic with scenes of A) Vlad and Buggy commiserating over stupid teenagers ruining their plans; B) getting to Loguetown and Vlad exploring (read: looking for a way home) on his own; and C) the actual, canon events of Loguetown happening in hints and snippets, but Vlad not paying attention to any of that in the slightest before suddenly being grabbed and told Buggy's crew is going to the Grand Line. I think I had a note about him learning about the dangers of the Grand Line throughout the fic too.

Vlad fighting Buggy's crew instead of the Marines, in an attempt to escape their ship to land. That version had Vlad able to kind of fight everyone except Buggy. was scrapped bc that Vlad was too competent

#15: What did you learn from writing this fic?

Serious answer: there are so many ship (boat) terms i did not know. and then i learned them and didn't use them anyway ksdjfhdfg

Not as serious answer: if you say "hmm i accidentally made this a little gay. lemme take that out" your friends will chant "OLD MAN YAOI OLD MAN YAOI" until the old man yaoi is unconsciously added to your fic skjdhfs

[dabisbratz]

Hiii sonny! How u doin pretty boy? <3 I love ur blog so much it's so cute n warm and makes me feel so loved <3

Wanted to know how u think a himbo readers's strength matches/compares to his mans? Like obvs ur both stronk n stuff lol but do you think u have any favs that would get competitive or turned on if their boys were a lil stronger?

Askin' cause I was daydreamin' bout a fair date and I remembered those funny strength tester things lol

WHAAASDFGHJKL ME?? PRETTY BOY?! no!!! you!!! that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said t’me)): thank you!!! msososo glad it makes you feel that way!! you deserve t’feel all of it n s’much more!!

i think kuroo, gojo, dabi, aki, choso, akaashi, n armin, n nanami definitely like knowin their boy is so strong (even stronger then them) but is willingly lettin em manhandle n push em around! of course they all do! but they think they jus like the knowledge that you’re so big n strong— that you have s’much to hold onto n you’re so powerful. cause then they get to pound it outta you, n it makes em so proud. turns em on!

if you reached the top of those strength thingies they’d be so proud!! cheerin you on n flauntin you/your strength t’strangers awwwe!!

but those who are competitive?? oh boy.. katsuki (happy birthday t’him!), bokuto (not in the same way as kats!), geto, toji, kirishima, n ushijima spend a lotta time in the gym picturin you crumblin under their touch. n it’s not like you don’t, they jus wanna make you look n feel smaller. they like tryin t’see how far they can push before you break. stronger? than him? nuh-uh! they’ll jus have to remind you of your place.

if you reached the top then, of course they’d be proud too! they jus wanna… show you n everyone else they can too. maybe even a lil harder than you.

i dunno where to put tomu t’be honest!! he’s obviously competitive in his own way, but i don’t think it’s about physical strength for him!! s’definitely a mental power n control thing!

[hertwood]

dts s5 e6-8

e6: -having flashbacks of having to defend oscar to my mom for this why does the show try to lean into otmar's perspective so heavily GROSS -nah im full tinhatting i do not remember this whole bit where everyone hypes up oscar in interview before he has his lil chat with mark netflix u slimey lil bitches -oh if i was here when this news broke summer break 2022. i would've been inconsolable. i'm sure it was nuts, ballistic. maybe it was good i wasnt there. idk if i could've handled it akldkfjadslkfjasdkfj -lando saying "i already am (leading the team)" was not that rude it was just the TRUTH sorry -daniel speaking italian is so important actually -"ive been in this sport for 25 years i know what im doing" king that only makes the fumble THAT much more embarrassing COME ON -otmar talking abt how well oscar took all the shit we offered aren't we owed a contract? reminds me of timeshare schemes like actually just u paid for xyz if you dont have a contract in place he doesnt owe u anything maybe do contracts better next time :) -unfortunately zak brown is right!! its a pr disaster is the 5 million worth it!!! and they didnt even get the 5 mil!!! how do lose ur job speedrun masterclass here!! -i do wonder how much netflix inflated daniel's chances for the alpine seat, bc from what i've heard it wasnt really in the conversation. idk i wasnt there but it would make sense for netflix to lean heavily into this narrative -did not realize liam was sitting Right There when pierre was askin abt the gossip aldfjaslkfjaksjdf -the way how in season 1 its like NO DANIEL DON"T LEAVE RED BULL i feel the same way abt pierre going to alpine. like ofc it made perfect sense at the time and you cant fault him for it but like no babygirl its bouta implode PLEASE -rip all the tiktok edits that were muted in the umg purge that paired "good luck to oscar" with "if a man talks shit then i owe him nothing." thank u taylor couldn't have said it better myself -"do you regret anything that's happened?" "um. no :)" U TELL EM BABY

e7: -i'm sorry but geri seemingly getting boiling water from a tap to make tea is so fucking insane rich person cursed -was originally gonna include this funny shot of christian standing looking out a balcony like sharpay evans in high school musical in my s5 gifset but due to recent events i will not :) -i just think. that including this whole bit abt how much checo loves his family in the same episode as the monaco gp where he allegedly cheated on his wife was a CHOICE. interesting. -lewis's monaco 2022 outfit is one of his best outfits ever. its so iconic 2 me -HI ALEX -so many cinematic parallels to discuss. s1 max putting it in the wall in practice and ruining his race to prove he was faster than daniel. known parallels to brocedes ALLEGEDLY trying to sabotage eachother by crashing in that corner in monaco. hmm hmm hmm. much to think -im sorry the sainz collision is just so goofy. i remember watching the replay of this quali and being bamboozled. befuddled. deeply amused. what a stupid fucking sport -'for fucks sa-........okay this is typical monaco isnt it" MAX GETS IT -i honestly dont mind wet monaco races just bc by nature of the track its on average slower therefore less dangerous. i'll take a wet monaco over a wet spa any damn day -ferrari's double pit fuck up is PEAK embarassing ferrari strats. like to do a bad strat is one thing but to just mess up the strat ur trying to do. peak biblically cursed charles leclerc moment

e8: -god i wish i got more into yukierre. i see the appeal. unfortunately they just dont give me brain worms -many thoughts. um i think focusing on yuki's temper is just. unfair. like sure he should work on it but thats an issue with many young drivers its not a unique failure on his part -i have given thoughts on japan '22 before i'm not rly gonna rehash but i really wish the didn't gloss over it on dts. i think it was an important moment in the sport to have a big conversation abt rain safety. -oh this nyck supercut is gonna be painful knowing where it goes :/ -god remember when ppl thought nyck was gonna lead the team? leave yuki in the dust? even /i/ had him above yuki in my preseason predictions isnt that insane? -"im happy, i'll take that, that you'll miss me at least 2 or 3 minutes" god forgot the most romcom ass shit since sebchals we'll start by holding hands -nando n lance having this crazy crash and now a year later they're fucking on the reg. happy 4 them

[heylinfanclub]

I know I say ‘if I date anyone, it’s gay’. But gotta say, despite taking the masc-associated option for HRT, I feel gayer than ever for liking girls probably more than guys. Never opened up that can of worms. I spent my whole childhood a girlkisser cause what else do neglected poor girls have to do but kiss each other?

Ofc I’m very aroace. But in my mind recently about the HOOPS U GOTTA JUMP to date my aroace ass. I was like ‘you’re immediately disqualified from dating me if you approach me as a stranger and specifically as a man. Guys have a lot of nerve thinking they’re attractive enough to date someone they haven’t even talked to.’ Meanwhile my brain doesn’t do the same for girls. Oops. Brain. BRAIN. ‘Oh if a pretty girl asked me out I’d give it a shot’ BRAIN PLS. BE CONSISTENT. Might just be that ah, bad experiences with guys. So many guys askin out the class weirdo cause it’s easy or as a joke or something (I refuse to believe I was attractive Then). None of them even remotely worth my time (I only dated Two and both dumped after less than two days, the others stopped talking to me / became cold when rejected).

Meanwhile the gals in my life (past tense) whew. Theres just a different vibe. I mean I’ve been on the end of uncomfortably close attention from a girl I Really didn’t click with. But it was also a ‘someone more friends with me than I am with them’ situation (painful). She also asked me to go into business with her (no thanks). And hit me with that ‘wish you weren’t ace’ which is a disgusting thing to say to me.

But idk the minute I meet a girl who’s genuinely kind and a lil quirky I feel kinship and lots of Love. Ofc queer platonic love (aesthetic, occasionally sensual, companionable, but rarely romantic, and not sexual), but it’s still a love greater than platonically expected from me. I want to be there for them, I want them to be in my life always. I want mutual understanding of ‘I’ll do what I can for you, no matter the struggle’. Solidarity but it feels gay, cause it’s Personal To Me and an individual, and I crave mutuality not as a political stance, but because I want that mutual investment. Which is Not something most friends get. Or maybe being neurodivergent skews my perspective on mutual investment. Maybe people just aren’t honest about how much they love their friends. I’ll never know.

It was always some mix of ‘I’d marry you, but I also love you like a sister— even if we were estranged, I’d still care about you because it feels like a duty at this point’. Which is ahhh messy.

Listening to Chappel Roan kinda diggin its nails into my brain.

[pesterloglog]

Roxy Lalonde, John Egbert

Act 6, page 7108-7112

ROXY: so

ROXY: all that wind

ROXY: that was you right

JOHN: yes.

ROXY: hmmmmm

ROXY: i dont see any glitchy trash

ROXY: guess your humongous blowy spell did away with all that grody nonsense?

JOHN: oh.

JOHN: yeah, i guess you're right.

JOHN: i didn't even notice until you just mentioned it, but yeah, i guess that dumb problem is finally busted.

JOHN: thank god!

ROXY: fo real

ROXY: i heard music 2

ROXY: did u hear music?

JOHN: yes, that was me too.

JOHN: i was playing a magic organ.

ROXY: oh relay

JOHN: yes, see, there's this huge organ...

ROXY: that is almost certainly what she said

ROXY: WONK

JOHN: oh, shush. :p

JOHN: anyway, this huge PIPE organ...

JOHN: it let me play the breeze, so to speak.

JOHN: i think that was the only way to get rid of all those clouds, and let the fire flies go home.

ROXY: this is their home huh

JOHN: i guess so?

JOHN: i am surprised by how my quest turned out too, to be honest.

ROXY: it is kinda bittersweet

ROXY: seeing all of twinkly herberts bros and sisters going home

JOHN: twinkly who?

ROXY: my pet firefly

ROXY: im guessin this is where he was from

JOHN: oh.

ROXY: they all seem happy though

ROXY: look at em all blinkin away

ROXY: into the blank ass yonder

JOHN: heh.

ROXY: why is the sky blank btw

JOHN: it's blank because it's...

JOHN: nothing.

ROXY: nothing

ROXY: why is it nothing

ROXY: where even are we

JOHN: it's nothing because we are literally nowhere.

ROXY: uh

ROXY: ok how can you tell its actually a field of nothingness

ROXY: as opposed to just a bunch of regular empty space that happens to look vaguely neutral

JOHN: how can i tell?

JOHN: i guess i just can.

ROXY: no but how

JOHN: why don't you ask yourself!

JOHN: you're the one who asked me why it was blank in the first place.

JOHN: so why did you choose the term "blank" in your question?

ROXY: .....

ROXY: DAMN

ROXY: owned @ the philosophies

JOHN: so owned.

JOHN: you will find i am the best there is at those.

ROXY: is true

ROXY: im always gettin owned at those by you and ur kin

ROXY: recently your crazy dog sister was schoolin me on perfectly generic cubes

JOHN: you mean generic objects.

ROXY: generic fort blox :p

JOHN: yes.

ROXY: now u are droppin truth bombs about blank skies on me

ROXY: shouldnt i be like innately stellar at this sorta stuff as a void player

ROXY: must be comin off slow as fuck on the uptake here arent i

JOHN: not really.

JOHN: you seem pretty smart to me.

ROXY: i do

JOHN: yeah.

JOHN: you have a funny and snappy way of talking, like dave.

JOHN: but unlike that knucklehead, i sense that behind all your jokes, you are probably some kind of brainiac, like rose.

ROXY: whow

JOHN: don't get me wrong, i meant knucklehead in a good way.

JOHN: dave is actually the best dude, you would like him.

ROXY: i bet you are correct

ROXY: so dave...

ROXY: hes uhhhhhh

ROXY: my son right??

JOHN: argh!

ROXY: !

JOHN: i mean. yes, pretty much.

JOHN: honestly, it gets weird to think about all our relations in that way sometimes.

ROXY: i getcha

ROXY: like when i think about u and wolfjade being the kids of jane and jake i...

ROXY: i...

ROXY: omfg

ROXY: that SO CUTE :3

JOHN: um.

ROXY: so what is it u thinks weird about dave being my son?

JOHN: i think we should just change the subject!

ROXY: ahaha alright

ROXY: what were we talking about again

JOHN: we were talking about blank skies and fort blocks and such.

ROXY: oh yis

JOHN: and you thought you should know more about things like that as a void hero...

JOHN: which reminds me.

JOHN: do you think you are any closer to making that alien egg?

ROXY: hmn

JOHN: i mean, after seeing nix.

JOHN: did you feel, like, a power boost or anything?

ROXY: a power boost???

ROXY: like mega man or

JOHN: no, not like mega man.

JOHN: i mean, like...

ROXY: youre askin if she taught me to do the voidey thing

JOHN: well, did she?

ROXY: naw dude

ROXY: i told you

ROXY: we did our chat in some horseshit elven baloney tongue

ROXY: and she just told me to come here

ROXY: like thats literally it

ROXY: "go to planet if u want to live"

ROXY: so i did

ROXY: there wasnt really any soul searching or gettin in touch with my inner miracles

JOHN: oh.

JOHN: well that's kind of a bummer.

JOHN: i hope you weren't shortchanged out of an important mystical and spiritual process of self discovery.

ROXY: pfffahahaha

JOHN: ?

ROXY: pfhehehehehehehehe

JOHN: what?

ROXY: sorry its just

ROXY: sometimes you sound so much like jake its rly quite uncanny

ROXY: but yeah i dont care about that really

ROXY: it was either take an uneventful and nonspiritual trip to a wind planet, or just stop existing altogether

ROXY: i think ill be fine without the self discovery part

JOHN: yeah.

JOHN: or...

JOHN: wait.

JOHN: what if this was part of it?

ROXY: part of what

JOHN: your quest?

JOHN: like, to be here, and learn to use your powers better?

JOHN: we are kind of in a realm of literal nothingness right now.

JOHN: maybe you will be able to draw energy or inspiration from the void, or whatever?

ROXY: NIX.......

ROXY: why u sly old bitch

JOHN: does that make sense?

ROXY: it kind of does

ROXY: it kind of LOADS of does

JOHN: oh, sweet!

JOHN: i was just grasping at straws there, but now that you agree, i'm suddenly a lot more confident in my theory.

ROXY: heheh yeah (...jake)

JOHN: so why don't you try it out again?

ROXY: what

ROXY: the egg?

ROXY: like right now?

JOHN: sure?

ROXY: meh tbh im a bit sick of tryin to summon that ugly damn egg

ROXY: how about later??

ROXY: i would rather just keep bee essing with u for a while rather than get right down to freakin business

JOHN: i guess there's really no hurry.

JOHN: not in this place at least.

JOHN: i don't think this place has any bearing on other time lines.

JOHN: it's almost like...

JOHN: like taking a time out from our canonical lives.

JOHN: so if you wanted, you could take as much time to practice here as you need.

ROXY: im down as heck with that

ROXY: could use a breather from my canonical life

JOHN: me too.

JOHN: even though...

JOHN: i'm not sure i have one anymore?

ROXY: hmm

ROXY: well since we already talked about MY quest...

ROXY: and like spiritual mega man style power boosts and all

ROXY: what about yours

ROXY: howd that go

JOHN: how'd it go?

JOHN: pretty well, i'd say.

ROXY: no but

ROXY: i know you blew away some clouds and blanked out the sky and all

ROXY: but the point was so you could learn to control your zappy powers

ROXY: did you?

JOHN: i think so.

JOHN: but i haven't really tried a controlled jump yet.

ROXY: i c

ROXY: well when you do

ROXY: where do you think youll jump to first

JOHN: i have no idea.

JOHN: the thought of changing the time line is still mind boggling to me.

ROXY: well if nothin else

ROXY: u really should go grab that ring

ROXY: before the smug troll can take it

ROXY: i mean there was lots of problems already but her comin back to life really fucked us over to the shittiest max possible

JOHN: that's right!

JOHN: i definitely wanted to go back and get the ring off my couch before i lost it.

JOHN: at the very least, that way you can use it to help your friend.

ROXY: yup!

ROXY: any other ideas?

JOHN: not yet.

JOHN: so much has happened, it's hard to even think about.

JOHN: and it's not even limited to what i've been through, either.

JOHN: i've seen a lot of other crazy stuff, just from my random jumps.

ROXY: like what

JOHN: like...

JOHN: like the last place i was, actually.

JOHN: just before i came back, to find your session in ruins.

JOHN: haha. i actually got into a pretty serious fight.

ROXY: o?

JOHN: with this guy.

JOHN: a skull kid.

JOHN: he's a huge asshole, and a horrible artist.

ROXY: u saw the skull kids drawins?

JOHN: unfortunately.

JOHN: in fact, i was in his drawings once.

JOHN: it was a true nightmare come to life.

ROXY: D:

JOHN: i am pretty much convinced he is the guy behind all of the problems we ever had, even though he is a complete ignoramus.

ROXY: then you mean

ROXY: it was callies bro

JOHN: yeah, probably.

JOHN: i have a feeling some day we will all have to take him down.

JOHN: but...

JOHN: probably when he grows up to be his adult self.

JOHN: when i beat him up, he was just a teen scamp, like us.

JOHN: but with a skull for a head, a robot leg, a cape which i ripped to shreds, and a pair of dumb suspenders.

ROXY: you beat him up????

ROXY: daaamn

ROXY: yall must be STRONG

JOHN: meh, not particularly.

JOHN: i was just really angry, and i caught him off guard drawing some shitty animes.

ROXY: ahahahahaha

ROXY: fuck his animes

JOHN: they were quite literally the worst animes i have ever seen.

JOHN: i hope i hurt his drawing hand, and he never does any more ugly art for the rest of his stupid immortal skull monster life.

ROXY: yeah

ROXY: i know that guy

ROXY: he used to troll my friends all the time

ROXY: wait no

ROXY: used to "jeer" us

ROXY: he was a tool

JOHN: hmm, it just occurred to me...

JOHN: aside from fixing the time line, there's another benefit to my new power.

JOHN: once we all decide we're ready to fight him, i can just zap us all right to him.

JOHN: we could take him by surprise again.

JOHN: i really doubt he'd be able to handle us if we all clobbered him at once!

ROXY: thats pretty good thinkin

ROXY: but um

ROXY: maybe were getting ahead of ourselves here

ROXY: makin plans 4 rumble royale with mangaka dudebro, lord of the shitwanks

ROXY: we should probably focus on bringing our loved ones back to life first

JOHN: ...

[sharkeysnight]

∞

1. little lights by punch brothers - shine, little lights of ours / like orion’s belt of stars / guide us back to who we are from where we want to be

2. box full o’ honey by duran duran - what i thought a pretty tune was howling at the moon to keep me company this evening / it’s so lonely in the dirt, a-scratching at the hurt that i so generously did leave you

3. man man moon by genesis - within the valley of shadowless death, they pray for thunderclouds and rain / but to the multitude who stand in the rain, heaven is where the sun shines

[f10werfae]

Coffee Run

Pairing: Chris Evans x Nurse!Reader

wc: 1.1k

Warnings: Childbirth

Summary: Nurse reader who works part time at a coffee shop has more than one run in with Chris and babies

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

I put away cups and mugs, watching as the cafe I worked at part time filled with people on their lunch break. I had only been in Chicago for a few weeks now, my new station as a labour nurse being at the main hospital site.

“What can I get you?” I said noticing a man approaching the till from my peripheral vision, putting down the cup I was drying I turned to see the most handsome man I’d ever seen.

His blue ocean eyes, well kept beard and shaped face just seemed to be made by God himself.

“Uh an Americano please” He said looking up at the menu on the screen, his fingers reaching into his wallet to pull out a few dollar bills.

“What name should I put on it?” I asked grabbing my sharpie, lowkey anticipating knowing his name.

“Chris will do” He smiled nodding his head at me, his eyes watching me closely as I passed the cup along to my colleague.

“Say, I hope you don’t mind me askin ya this, are you new here?” He asked leaning forward onto the counter waiting for his drink, his head resting on the palm of his hand, his eyes gleaming into mine.

“U-uh yeah, jus moved” My voice nearly got caught in my throat, his aura intimidating mine.

“I knew it, i’d recognise a beautiful face like yours” He winked, standing up when my coworker gave him his drink, winking at me before sliding a few more bills over in my direction shouting that it was a tip as he left the vicinity.

“He was so crushing on you” Josh squealed knocking into me teasingly

“Who even is he?” I asked typing in another order from a woman in front of me

“You kiddin? That’s Chris Evans, they’re filming the new movie down the block” Nodding my head, I was about to pull out my phone to search him up when the bell at the entrance of the cafe dinged harshly.

“IS THERE ANY DOCTORS HERE?! IVE GOT A WOMAN GIVING BIRTH DOWN THE ROAD” An older man frantically screamed by the front door, my nursing instincts immediately kicking in as I ran over explaining that I was a midwife in training.

“Okay brilliant please follow me” He panted before sprinting off down the road again, with me hot on his heels he led me down to the blocked off area, people crowding around this poor woman who was clearly having major contractions.

“Alright honey, I found you a midwife” He said bringing me to the front, the woman immediately grabbed onto my hand before screaming out in pain.

“Okay I need, towels, hot water, gloves, blankets and just a lot of space and privacy please?!” I shouted out, hearing people run about for my requests

“Can I be of any help?” I heard the same handsome voice from earlier say

“Chris, please stay with me until my husband gets here” The woman shouted grabbing onto his hand also and pulling him down to kneel on the other side of her.

“Hold her hand Chris while I get this started, alright ma’am i’m gonna check how dilated you are alright? How long have you been having contractions for?”

“I-I guess it’s been around an hour?”

“Well your baby’s coming quick, you’re already at 9 centimetres”

“Is that bad?”

“No not at all, i’ll be here, do you want me to call your personal midwife?”

“N-no please just get this damn baby out of me!”

“Okay” Receiving the permission, I put the towel under her legs as we lay on the soft foam floor of their set, curtains now surrounding us that they brought from the dressing rooms.

“Okay you’re baby is moving quick, it’s crowning, i’m gonna need you to push”

(30 minutes later)

“You must be the quickest baby i’ve delivered little man” I cooed holding the freshly born baby as I walked over to the woman who now had a pillow under her head, her face flushed red with Chris still holding her hand.

“T-thank you so much, Nurse?”

“L/n”

“Thank you so much nurse L/n, I don’t know what would’ve happened if you weren’t nearby”

“BABE?!” I heard a man shout before harshly opening the curtains, his face softening at the sight of who I assumed now was his wife and baby boy.

“Look Derek, it’s our baby boy” She cooed as Chris and I moved out of the makeshift room to give the couple some privacy. Both of us letting out deep breaths for the first time in over an hour.

“That was amazing” He sighed from beside me, turning to face me.

“I know right, i’m glad it’s my job” I smiled at the sky, then turned to him to already see him beaming at me with that same superstar smile from earlier.

“Hey listen I don’t know if this is inappropriate but I was wondering if-“

“CHRIS WE NEED YOU BACK HERE!” People shouted from behind us, interrupting Chris before dragging him off away, I wonder what he had to say?

(3 Days later)

“Y/n? There’s a new patient for you in room 32B” Stella said passing me a new pair of gloves going on her own way around the ward. Pulling on the latex gloves I pushed the door open, seeing a little boy sat on the bed, with his guardian behind him.

“You?” I asked confused, seeing Chris standing behind the little boy with his hands in his pockets.

“What are you doing here?” Feeling myself smiling, I walked towards the pair as Chris walked around the bed to be right in front of me.

“Jus wanted to see you again, ya keep runnin away from me” He joked, his hand rubbing his nape innocently.

“Uhuh, from what I remember you were the one who ran away last time Mr.Evans” I replied, “Now what seems to be the problem?”

“Well nothing really, this little guy already got checked out by another nurse here, jus wanted to see ya Y/n L/n”

“oh really?”

“M-my uncle says you’re his new girlfriend, is that true miss?”

The little guy said, his arm in a cast covered in superhero stickers. Chris sending him glares as he had just been snitched on, his hand going to cover his face

“God this is embarrassing i’m sorry”

“No it’s alright, i’m quite flattered if anything. My shift ends at 5pm, find me then yeah?” I smiled, reaching up to kiss his cheek before walling out of the room, hearing his nephew cheering in the distance

[dippindaz]

Hi Um it’s the anon from earlier with the Lester request

And I was wondering if u could write about Lester kinda realizing he has feelings for another man and ig how he and his brothers deal/react with that?

If u can’t/don’t want to it’s fine Bc the one u already wrote for me was so good

Alright! I’ll attempt writing this, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to do it very well though. Thanks for requesting more! Also, I’m going to write this as long HCs and almost a more in depth look at the previous HCs. I’d like to do a short story or a oneshot of the idea but I’m not that confident in my ability to write this.

I was almost finished with this and then lost all my progress, of the end seems slightly rushed or not that well done, I apologize.

Warnings: Mention of knives and taxidermy, denial of being gay, slight homophobia, calling same sex relationships “unnatural”, mentions of homophobic slurs.

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In the beginning, neither Bo or Vincent understood why Lester wanted you around so badly. Even Lester himself didn’t, he just knew you seemed like a fun person. Which was definitely something Ambrose was lacking.

Bo had begrudgingly let you stay. By that I mean, he more of just gave up because Lester was persistent asf.

Originally you stayed in your own home. It was one of the smaller houses in Ambrose but you were happy with it. You didn’t want a lot of space anyways.

As the days went on you worked around Ambrose, though you spent majority of your time with Lester. You’d ride around in his truck with him and help with the roadkill.

Lester would even teach you about each of his knives and taxidermy in your free time.

You two became so close you were practically brothers! Right? Yeah, just brothers..

I think given where the Sinclair brothers live, Lester would be in denial for a very long time. I mean, he couldn’t love another man. It was unnatural, right? That’s just how he was raised.

I feel like after weeks of Lester being in denial and you hoping he felt the same as you. Lester would just be laying in bed and be like “I love em’.”

After that I think he’d be extra shy and awkward around you. He’d try extra hard to make you smile or laugh, but he’d act more distant towards you when his brothers were around in fear of his brothers not accepting his feelings.

Of course you noticed his awkwardness and how distant he was when his brothers were around. It worried you, had you done something wrong? So you decided to confront him about it.

The next time you were in his truck you just ask him out right “Did I do something wrong?”

“Wha? No! Why would ya think that?” He looked between you and the road with furrowed brows.

“I don’t know, you’ve just been awkward with me lately and kind of distant whenever Bo or Vincent are around.”

Lester stared through the windshield but his mind was far from the road. He didn’t know if he should tell you or not. Should he hint it? But he never was good at being subtle. “I- no, you ain’t done nothin’ wrong, I just, I like you a lot ya know? I worry ‘bout what my brothers’ll think.”

“So you’re distant and awkward because you’re worried about Bo and Vincent? They know we’re close, we’re like brothers.”

“Wel-well yeah, I know that, but... but I like ya more ‘en that. I really like ya, ya know? I just, I’s ‘fraid tellin’ ya incase ya tried to leave, ya know. Bo would make me kill ya and I won’t be able to.”

“Lester, are-are you saying? Do you, l-love me?” Your eyes were wide. Could he have felt the same way all along? Did he really love you too?

Lester gulped, “yea-yeah, I, uh, I think do.”

You smiled and directed your gaze to the road ahead, “I think I love you too.”

His eyes widened as his head whipped towards you, “Y-ya do?! Ya really love me?!”

“I really love you.” You chuckled, finally meeting eyes for the first time since you got in that truck.

Lester laughed, out of relief or joy he didn’t know, but began to laugh along too. Any fears or awkwardness faded and the same connection and joy he had always brought to you came back.

The two of you decided when you got home you’d tell Vincent and Bo. Of course, Bo would be after Vincent in fear of how he’d react.

Vincent honestly hasn’t cared much. He thought it was cute the amount of joy you brought each other. Yes, he found it slightly strange that you were two men but who was he to judge? He even offered to help you guys move in together!

It was an anxious few days while you and Lester procrastinated telling Bo about your newfound relationship.

Bo, however, was not so understanding. First came the rage and slurs. After he had stopped yelling he finally asked “Why the fuck are you tellin’ me this?”

You two explained to him how you wanted him to know and accept your relationship. How you both wanted him to accept you as a person.

This seemed to soften Bo a bit. It wasn’t enough for him to completely accept you but he suddenly didn’t hate the idea as much.

“Yeah, fine, if you’re askin’ to move in together you can I don’t give a fuck, don’t expect me to help you.”

Eventually, you and Lester did move in together, with a bit help from Vincent and even though he said he never would, Bo helped you out with a couple things. He always blamed it on a “you’re doing it wrong and gonna screw it up” excuse, but it showed you just how much he had warmed up to the idea of you two. Even if he never was completely comfortable with it. At least he seemed to be trying.

At first it was hard to be around Bo, even with him trying you’d get dirty looks and rude comments. As time passed though the comments lessened and the dirty looks stopped. He began to not only accept your’s and Lester’s relationship, but just you as you were. He learned having you around Ambrose wasn’t as bad as he imagined.

And the always goofy Sinclair brother only got more dorky and happy after he found out the one who loves, who he had sleepless nights over, loves him just as much.

✨Thanks for reading!💝

[neon--nightmare]

What's your favorite fun fact about furbies? Also what do you think the rarest 2005 furby would be?

AAHHH MY APP CRASHED WHEN I WAS ALMOST DONE TYPIN THIS AND DELETED THE WHOLE MASSIVE THING SO I’M GONNA DO MY BEST TO RETYPE IT FROM MEMORY BUT i love love love talkin abt FURBIES so it’s still a pleasure!!! AVSBDNFV

I ACTUALLY HAVE THREE FAVORITE FUN FACTS!!! FIRST iirc the rarest 2005 furby is the Funky Furb(ies), which were special variants of the normal 2005 which had tails and could sing three extra songs!! there were 3 patterns, and they were only sold in Canada, the UK, Spain, and Australia bc of there already being poor sales in the US, and they were only sold for three months on top of that!! nowadays they go for around $200 out of box at least, if you’re extremely lucky, and their prices can go way higher - out of 11 Ebay listings, the cheapest one is $220 and non-workin, 6 are above $500, and 2 are above $900!!

I’M GONNA PUT THE REST OF THIS UNDER A READMORE because it’s LONG, but i really enjoyed writin abt this anon!!!! thank u, man!!! :D

OKAY!!! NOW, listed in order from most to least obscure!!! the first fact that most people already know is that in 1999, furbies were banned from govt agencies bc the ‘your furby learns to talk from you!’ advertising made them think that furbies were recordin devices, and could leak sensitive info!! in ACTUALITY, 1998 furbies’ sound sensors don’t even register (or record) anythin you say, only registerin loud noises, and the way they ‘learn’ to speak english vs furbish is preprogrammed + slowly activated in stages the more you interact with them!! (and, therefore, you cant teach a furby how to swear, which was ALSO a popular urban legend back in the days!!)

SECOND AND MEDIUM OBSCURE FUN FACT is the first furby prototype and concept art!!! ive seen a pretty popular post abt him circulatin around here years ago, but LOOK AT HOW LITTLE HE IS BRO!!!! HE’S SO TINY!!! he looks like they just woke him up and rolled him out of bed seconds before the photoshoot, i love him SO much,,, wherever he is, i hope he’s doing well!!! and the concept art linked here is ADORABLE too, look at them!!!! they��re circular!!! also, furby smoking for some reason???

OKAY!!! THE FINAL FUN FACT, THAT BARELY ANY PEOPLE OUTSIDE THE COMMUNITY KNOW (FROM WHAT IVE SEEN) is that there are a TON TON TON of unreleased 1998 furbies which were never properly put into production after they were discontinued, but had a very VERY small number of prototypes made!! they were rlly neat, with more complex patterns, fur styles, and some of them even had their own little outfits!!! there are rlly neat wiki pages here and here that document them, which i’d ABSOLUTELY recommend checkin out if you’re interested even a tiny bit, but my favorites are the Raspberry Swirl furby and the….. actual, real and official, Elvis Furby . Elvis Furby you are everything to me

THIS WAS SUCH A SWEET QUESTION ANON THANK YOU FOR ASKIN!!!! I LOVED WRITIN THIS OUT :D there’s actually even more, like how the normal random furby eyecolors are brown, green, blue, and hazel, with purple for special edition furbs, but there are three ‘rare’ gorgeous eyecolors later furbies can have like neon green, neon blue, and silver, but these are my fav three facts!!! WHOEVER READS ALL THE WAY DOWN HERE I LOVE YOU (PLATONIC) and i hope you enjoyed my rambles!! :D

[tobesolonely]

aura (II)

A/n: hi everyone! thank you for reading aura and enjoying it enough to ask for a part 2! i hope this lives up to what you guys want! Thanks so much <3 p.s. i am so sorry but I lost track of who asked to be on the taglist :-( So if u would like, please send me an ask and i will definitely add you next time i post about them!

summary: witch!y/n can see auras and harry is no longer blue. he’s pink!

my ko-fi! thank you :)

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Harry always found Y/N to be a bit strange since his first encounter with her, but he never thought she was the type who could kill house plants with just the flick of her finger.

“What just happened?” Harry loudly questions, moving as far away from her as he could get. “How did you do that? What’s going on?” His aura is red and muddy gray. Anxiety, nervousness, and fear.

“How did I do what?” Y/N asks. She wasn’t willing to give herself up so easily.

“You killed my Pothos! I saw you,” Harry points at her accusingly. “Saw ya flick your finger and then it died. Do y’know how hard it is for that thing to die? I forget to water it all the time and it was still doin’ great!”

“Really? It didn’t look too great when I got here -”

“That’s not true,” Harry interrupts her. “You’re tryin’ to make me feel crazy! I know what I saw.”

It’s silent. Neither Y/N nor Harry says anything for what has to be at least half a minute. Y/N doesn’t know if she should tell the truth or try to convince Harry he didn’t see what he thought he saw, and Harry is too frightened to move. Finally, Y/N breaks the silence.

“Harry, it was your bad energy that killed your plant. I was just redirecting it because I didn’t wanna be stuck with it again.” Y/N nervously tugs on the hem of her shirt.

“What do you mean?” Harry inquires, moving slightly closer to her once more. He was still frightened, but quite curious about how Y/N would explain the situation at hand.

Y/N didn’t know what to say. If there was one thing she knew, it was that her… capabilities were not really supposed to be shared with anyone. Of course, they weren’t! It was a hard concept to understand. It was assumed that people who didn’t have this ability would ostracize those who did— potentially even hurt them.

She knew in her heart that Harry wasn’t the type to ever harm her, but her mother always told her she could never be too careful. Y/N lived by those words, always replaying them in her head whenever she wanted to open up to anyone about all that she could do. Harry looks at Y/N expectantly, waiting for her to speak. She seems far away, lost in some thought that Harry didn’t want to break her from.

“Ever since I was little, I’ve always been a really empathetic person,” she starts. “It seemed like I always knew the right things to say to help someone feel better, and I could always cheer them up. My saying this isn’t to brag at all, it was just how it was.” Harry smiles at this but doesn’t say anything, waiting for her to continue.

“I realized something was different about me when my friend came to school one day really sad because her fish had died that morning,” Y/N inhales softly. “Of course I felt for her, you know? Like I said, I was a very empathetic person. When I went in to give her a hug though, I felt so weird immediately after! She was fine, though. It was like she didn’t even care anymore.”

“She just wasn’t sad about it anymore?”

“She missed her fish still, of course. She was just able to reflect on how happy having a pet fish made her and all the good times she had with him. I felt terrible, though. I literally had taken on her pain just from hugging her.”

As Harry takes in what she’s saying, it all starts to make sense to him.

The second time he met her, she was so adamant about knowing what was wrong with him. Harry thought he only felt better because he had talked to her about it instead of holding it in as he usually did (and that could’ve been part of the reason!), but she had also touched him.

It had happened so quickly, Harry didn’t even think anything of it. And why would he? It was nothing more than a gentle touch, gone as quickly as it was there. Now that he knew what he did, it all made sense.

“Can I ask you something, Y/N?”

“You can ask me anything, Harry.”

“How do you always know when I’m not feelin’ well? Jus’ by looking at me?”

“Well,” Y/N starts, a bit hesitant. “I can see it. Your aura.”

“My aura?”

“Your spiritual energy— it has colors.”

“What color am I right now?”

“Red and gray. You’re scared and nervous.” Y/N responds quickly. She’s right.

“How can you see it?”

“I’m not sure. I started becoming able to see auras once I learned I was able to take away people’s emotional pain…” Y/N trails off. “I know it’s odd.”

“Can you… show me?”

“You want me to show you? Show you what?”

“The thing you jus’ did.”

“It only works when you have bad energy.”

Harry raises an eyebrow at Y/N in confusion. “Thought you said I was scared and nervous?”

“Well,” Y/N hesitates. “Now you’re… uh, pink.”

“Pink?”

“You’re feeling love.”

Harry feels his cheeks flush as he quickly looks away, hating in that moment that Y/N could literally see what he was feeling. If that was really the case, how much longer would he be able to fight with himself about how he felt about her if even she knew his true feelings?  

He’s saved by the sound of his doorbell ringing, figuring it was his assistant dropping off lunch for him and Y/N. “Be right back.” He says quietly, getting up from the couch, still avoiding eye contact with Y/N.

Now it’s Y/N’s turn to be confused.

She was beginning to notice that Harry turned pink around her quite often— literally. Not only would his skin flush at her presence, but his aura would change too. Y/N decided to tell herself there was no way it could mean anything. Of course it meant nothing! She just met this man. His feelings (or lack of) for her meant nothing. Y/N was just glad Harry couldn’t read her aura in the same way she could read his.

If he could, he would see she was always pink, too.

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Harry couldn’t stop thinking about Y/N.

She was magical. Literally.

After she had left that evening, Harry spent more time than he would like to admit researching auras and empathy. He learned there was a range of colors one's auras could be at any given time, and it was always subject to change. Harry figured that if he could see Y/N’s aura, it would always be shining gold.

Y/N didn’t explicitly tell Harry not to tell anyone about this, but he knew it was something he should keep to himself. He wanted her to trust him and know she was safe around him. Telling anyone what he assumed to be her biggest secret would do nothing but push her away from him— and that was the last thing Harry wanted.

He needed to hear her sweet voice again.

Harry didn’t want Y/N to think he was obsessed with her, but the cat was already out the bag. She could literally see that he had feelings for her. The way Harry saw things, this meant he could lean into his small crush on Y/N now rather than try and deny it. He just hoped she wouldn’t find him bothersome.

When she picks up his call after the third ring, Harry swears his heart just about beats out of his chest.

”Hi Harry. How are you?”

It takes him a moment to compose himself. “H- hi Y/N. Doin’ better, thanks for askin’... I was thinking of you.”

“Really?”

“Mhm,” Harry hums. “S’why I called. What are you up to today?”

“Nothing, really. Just at work.”

Oh. Work.

Y/N was so celestial, heavenly that Harry had forgotten she at her core a regular person who still had to work to pay their bills, just like everyone else. Just like him.

“I don’t mean to bother you while you’re busy. I’ll let you go.” Harry offers this as a courtesy, but he’s hoping Y/N will say he’s not a bother at all and she’s happy to talk to him.

“I think that would work out a bit better. I’ll talk to you as soon as I can. Bye, Harry!”

Harry is met with three short beeps that signify the call has ended.

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Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about Harry.

He called her first! It made her heart flutter to know he was thinking of her. She’s glad he doesn’t know she was thinking about him as well.

It was nice to hear from him. Truth be told, Y/N was always worried about Harry. She worried that he wasn’t sleeping enough, eating enough, or telling people ‘yes’ when he should really be saying ‘no’. She worried he was unhappy. All she wanted was for him to be happy. Although Y/N couldn’t physically see him over the phone, she knew he was doing well today.

Y/N couldn’t say she wasn’t surprised to see Harry’s number flash across her phone. She thought that surely after telling him what she did he would want nothing to do with her. She was glad that he didn’t scare away easily, and that just made her feel even more warmth inside of her body. Y/N looked around the workroom filled with her other co-workers and she hoped there was no one else like her in the building lest they see how pink she was. She was absolutely smitten!

“Y/N, are you with us? What do you think?”

Y/N is broken out of her thoughts by her boss with the call of her name. In her Harry-haze she had completely zoned out, forgetting she was in the middle of an important work meeting.

“I’m very sorry. My mind was somewhere else for a moment,” she turns to face her boss, eyes wonder-filled.  “Would you mind repeating the question?” Y/N sees her boss briefly turn from red to pink and back to yellow before he repeats himself, clearing his throat.

Y/N smirks to herself. Men were too easy.

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“What’s got you so smiley?”

Harry jumps slightly, redirecting his attention to his manager. “Whatdya mean?”

“Been smiling and strumming your guitar for ten minutes straight,” Jeff narrows his eyes at Harry. “Are you thinking of that girl again?”

“Y/N,” Harry corrects him immediately. “What are you gonna do if I am?”

“Tell you to snap out of it, man. She’s got you this distracted already and she doesn’t even know you have a crush on her?”

Harry wants to tell him that she does even though he’s not explicitly stated it, but then that would lead to a conversation that wasn’t his to have. So he changes the subject—slightly.

“What do think about me inviting Y/N to the studio? You’ll finally be able to put a face to the name,” Harry adds once he sees the look his manager gives him every time he’s about to tell him no. “I trust her. I jus’ want her opinion on a few things. I know she won’t leak anything.”

“I’m not sure if that’s your greatest idea…” Jeff trails off giving Harry one of his infamous looks of doubt.

“I wouldn’t even be suggesting this if I didn’t trust her with everything in me. ‘Ve never suggested this any other time, have I?”

Jeff gives Harry a pointed look, although he can’t argue with that.

“Fine, invite her. She’s signing papers though…”

Jeff’s voice is nothing more than background noise as he dials Y/N’s number, which he embarrassingly already knows by heart.

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When Harry comes out of the large, wooden double-doors to meet Y/N, he’s glowing. He’s a flash of dazzling gold and pink, his aura not being able to just land on one. Y/N is flattered that he still turns pink when he sees her, and relieved to see him so happy. So relaxed.

“So glad you could make it,” Harry tells Y/N, pulling her in for a tight hug. “My manager had a fit when I told him you were comin’, he’s jus’ very protective of me and my music. Don’t take it personally.”

“I understand,” Y/N tells him honestly. “I don’t blame your manager for not being too keen on me crashing in on one of your sessions. I could leave my phone in the car if that would make you both feel better?”

Y/N made things so easy. She was perfect in Harry’s eyes.

“I trust you completely. It might make my manager feel a bit better though…” Harry trails off, feeling sheepish. Y/N nods and unlocks her car without saying anything, retrieving her phone from her purse and hiding it away in her glove compartment.

“There. Just me and my ears now.” She lets out the sweetest giggle Harry’s ever heard, and he swears he could melt.

“Follow me, then.”

Harry makes his way back inside the studio but feels weird with Y/N trailing so closely behind him, not speaking or physically touching him. He stops and turns to face her, reluctantly reaching his hand out for her to grab. She looks at him for a moment, analyzing his energy before shakily intertwining her finger with his. Harry glows pink—so much so that he was nearly shining red. Y/N was having a difficult time differentiating between the glow of his aura and the glow of his cheeks.

He continues walking down the hall, now feeling like he was on top of the world because he had the most beautiful girl in the universe’s hand in his. Harry was ready to get to work. She was his new biggest inspiration.

Y/N’s having the greatest time watching Harry’s colors. He’s so happy and full of love! The fact that Harry was in such good spirits possibly because of Y/N made her feel like she was floating on a cloud.

Harry feels Y/N’s hesitation to enter the room that now holds not only Jeff but Mitch as well. She pulls back slightly on his hand, hiding timidly behind his broad shoulders. “What’s wrong?” He asks quietly, turning to face her.

“I don’t think they’re happy to see me…” Y/N trails off.

“How do you know?” Harry asks habitually before he realizes who he’s talking to. He knows how she knows. He internally cringes at his question.

“They’re both red,” she shifts from foot to foot. “I can leave. I don’t want to cause any problems—”

“No!” Harry says a bit too loudly. Jeff and Mitch turn to look in their direction, finally aware of their presence. Harry blushes, speaking a bit more quietly. “Sorry. Jus’... don’t leave. I promise they’re not mad that you’re here. They’re just a bit nervous because you’re new and they’ve never met you before. I’ll tell ‘em you left your phone in the car though and it’ll all be good. Yeah?”

Y/N nods, not completely certain Harry could get these men to warm up to her just because he said so. He tilts her chin up so she’s looking in his eyes, and he gives her a warm smile.

“Hey… what color am I?”

Y/N swallows thickly before answering. “You’re yellow… and pink.”

“See? ‘M not red. It’s all good, darling. Believe me when I say that.”

Y/N’s heart beats faster at the pet name and she just hopes Harry can’t hear it. She gives him a forced smile before grabbing his hand again and following him inside of the small room.

“Jeff, Mitch,” Harry starts, swinging Y/N’s hand in his. “This is Y/N.”

“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” Jeff says. Harry shoots him a look, silently pleading him to not say anything that’ll embarrass him. Luckily for Harry, Jeff catches onto this and keeps his introduction simple. “I’m Jeff, Harry’s manager.”

“Hi,” Y/N responds. Harry’s heart-strings feel like they’re being tugged at when he hears how quiet Y/N has become. “I left my phone in the car.” Jeff shoots Harry a surprised looked to which Harry gives a small nod in confirmation. Jeff hums, satisfied.

“We’re glad you could join us. I’m not sure if you have any experience in music, but it’ll be nice to get a fresh opinion on some things.”

Mitch gives Y/N a small nod and a smile, and Harry feels her grip on his hand tighten. “Don’t worry. Mitch is just shy.” Harry quietly reassures her. She loosens her grip on his hand slightly, feeling a bit more at ease.

“Where should I sit?”

“Y’can sit on that couch over there. Can I get you anything to drink? Have you ate, I can order food if you haven’t?”

Harry and Y/N are in their own world, only focused on each other. This doesn’t go unnoticed to Jeff or Mitch, and they share knowing looks behind the pair’s backs.

“What do you guys want to eat? Y/N hasn’t eaten yet,” Harry says, already searching for his text thread with his assistant. “Sushi? Mexican?”

“Whatever Y/N wants,” Mitch says, strumming a few random chords on his guitar. “Anything’s fine with me.”

Harry’s satisfied with this answer, just wanting to give all his attention back to Y/N. “Whatdya want to eat, love?”

“Do you all like veggie pizza?”

“Eh–”

Harry shoots Jeff a look that tells him not to disagree with her, so Jeff looks down and acts preoccupied with his phone. “That sounds really good, Y/N. I’ll order that.”

Harry actually hated veggie pizza. He hoped Y/N couldn’t tell.

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”I just miss your accent and your friends…”

Harry was blue and Y/N hated it.

She knew he was pulling from old memories for his songs, but she hated when he was upset. Y/N was in a trance, though. Harry’s voice was beautiful. His songs pulled her in like magic. They were captivating, and so, so beautiful.

Y/N was enjoying being in the recording studio. She never had any experience like it, and it was interesting to see all the hard work that went into making just one song.

”Don’t you call him “baby”, we’re not talking lately,” Harry sings into his microphone sadly, licking his lips during the pause. “Don’t you call him what you used to call me…”

Y/N just wanted to go into the recording booth and hug Harry, take his pain away. She knew now wasn’t the time nor place for that, though. She’d check on him later.

“That’s good,” Jeff says, giving Harry a thumbs up. Harry gives him one back and takes his clunky earphones off, setting them beside his feet.

“How was that?” Harry asks Y/N as soon as he’s out of the recording booth. The musician in him knew it wasn’t bad, but he still wanted her praise.

“Very beautiful! Are you okay?” She gives Harry one of those knowing looks he’s growing to love. He shrugs, leaning down to speak quietly to her.

“Singin’ about someone who used to be very special to me,” he says, glancing down at his Vans-clad feet. “I’m okay, though. Don’t worry about me.”

Y/N wanted to tell Harry she always worried about him. She wanted to scream it in his face so he understood how much she cared for his well-being. She does neither of the two. “Okay, Harry. I’m just checking.”

Harry loved that she was “just checking”. He wanted to tell Y/N that he never wanted her to stop caring for him, as he would never stop caring for her. He does neither of the two. “Thank you for checking, Y/N.”

Unbeknownst to them, they were both falling deeper for each other.

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“Y/N, are we gonna watch our movie tonight, or are you busy?” Y/N’s roommate, Amalia, peaks her head into her bedroom. Y/N was busy hanging upside down on her bed. Texting Harry.

“What? Oh, is it Friday? Let me just take off my makeup... “ Y/N locks her phone and slowly sits up, taking care not to smush her sleeping kitty who was currently snoring beside her.

“Who were you texting? You’ve been on your phone a lot more than usual lately,” Amalia notes, coming completely into Y/N’s room. “A boy?”

Y/N feels her body heat up at her roommate’s observation. “Maybe…”

“Y/N! You’ve gotta tell me! Who is he, is he cute?” Her roommate makes herself comfortable on Y/N’s bed, folding her legs beneath her. Sapphire startles slightly but quickly falls back asleep, curling her tail closer to her.

“You might know him,” Y/N begins. She and Harry never had a conversation about telling others about their association with others. She trusted her roommate, but she wasn’t sure if he would appreciate it. She decides she’ll just call him. “I’ll actually just call him. Hopefully, he’s not busy.”

Amalia finds it odd that Y/N would rather call this man than just tell her about him, but she says nothing, of course. She was used to her roommate’s behavior. She was different, and that’s why she loved her so much!

“Can you FaceTime him? I wanna see what he looks like,” Amalia claps her hands together out of excitement, feeling anticipation bubble in her stomach. She was hoping her roommate finally found someone for her so they could join her and her boyfriend on double dates and couples game nights.

“FaceTime him?” Y/N had never done that before. She and Harry always just spoke on the phone, and lately, they had gotten into texting. She hoped he wouldn’t mind. “Yeah, I can do that.”

Y/N pulls up the app on her phone and types in Harry’s contact name (which was ‘Harry’ with three pink hearts, which she would never tell him!) and bites her lip as she waits for him to answer. As an afterthought, she reaches for her earphones and connects them to her phone just in case her roommate recognizes his voice. After all, everyone on the planet knew who Harry was except for Y/N. He answers almost immediately, a dimpled smile on his face and a beautiful pink light surrounding him.

“Was jus’ thinking of you. Are we in sync? I swear I was about to call you,” Harry tells her, not being able to stop his toothy grin. “Is everything okay?”

“Well,” Y/N feels nervous. His gaze is still as intense and attentive, even though a phone screen. “I’m just hanging out with my roommate and she noticed I’ve been smiling at my phone a lot—”

“A very observant roommate.”

“Yeah, and she wanted to know if I was texting a boy. I didn’t know if it was okay to say anything but she’s beside me so do you want to say hi? It’s okay if you don’t want to, and I’m sorry if you’re busy right now…”

Harry’s gaze visibly softens. “Why wouldn’t it be okay?”

“You know why.”

Harry hums. “I’d love to meet your roommate. Go ahead and give her the phone.”

Y/N examines Harry for a moment, trying to determine if he’s telling the truth. His aura is slightly tinged red but it’s mainly yellow, making him glow the color of a sunset. He was probably a bit anxious, but he was happy. That was most important to Y/N. Amalia is sitting at the end of Y/N’s bed quietly, scratching Sapphire’s head while she waits. She watches as Y/N unplugs her earphones from her phone and wordlessly hands it to her.

Amalia’s mouth drops.

“Hi, it’s very nice to meet you. I’m Harry.”

Amalia’s entire body feels tingly.

“H- hi. Uh, I’m Amalia. Y/N’s roommate,” she looks up at Y/N, eyes wide. “It’s… wow. I’m sorry, I kinda don’t know what to say right now. I’m such a big fan of yours!”

Y/N hears Harry’s beautiful laugh and she smiles. It was his shy laugh. He was flattered. Maybe a bit flustered.

“That’s very, very nice of you. Thank you for the support.”

“Are you and Y/N dating? I can’t believe she didn’t tell me!” Amalia gives Y/N an accusatory scowl and she feels her body heat up at her roommate’s words.

“Not at the moment, but I’m working on it,” Harry tells her. Y/N doesn’t need to see him to know he’s pink. “I think she was jus’ tryin’ to protect my privacy. Which I appreciate, of course. But a friend of Y/N is a friend of mine! She has good judgment.”

Y/N can’t believe Harry’s “working on it”. He cares for her much more than she had initially thought, and Y/N just hopes he knows how much she cares for him as well. Even if she doesn’t say it.

“I’m gonna give the phone back to Y/N before I say something to embarrass myself, but it was really nice to meet you!” Amalia shakily hands the phone back to Y/N as Harry is telling her it was nice to meet her too.

Y/N is happy to see his face again. He immediately turns pink once he sees her again, a light blush tinging his cheeks. “She’s very nice. We should all go out to brunch one afternoon, how’s that sound?” Y/N nods, glancing at her roommate who currently looked like she was on the verge of fainting, bright pink just as Harry was. She was infatuated.

“Amalia’s amazing,” Y/N replies. “I was just calling to say hi, but I’m glad to see you’re doing good. I’ll talk to you later?” A deep indigo color slowly surrounds Harry at the prospect of Y/N ending the call, making Y/N frown. “I’ll see you tomorrow? Friday’s are our movie nights…”

“Oh!” Harry turns yellow again. “I didn’t mean to keep you from that. I’d like that, though. Lunch tomorrow?”

“And the studio?” Y/N asks, used to their routine. Harry shakes his head.

“Was thinking we do something else. Get out of there for the afternoon? ‘M sure you get bored jus’ watchin’ me sing all day. The last thing I want is for you to be bored.”

Y/N nearly laughed out loud. She was never bored when she was with Harry. She could simply sit and watch the grass grow with him, and she’d still be thoroughly entertained.

“I don’t want you to fall behind because of me.”

“S’my album. I can take a day off, darling. Hey–– can ya look at me?” Y/N knows Harry is asking her to examine what color he is. She nods after a moment.

“Okay, Harry. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow,” she takes a thoughtful pause as she usually does. “Have a good night.”

“I’ll be counting down the minutes. You too, Y/N.” The call disconnects. Y/N feels her heart about to beat out of her chest. Counting down the minutes.

She was counting down the minutes, too.

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Harry was nervous to see Y/N. He hadn’t been alone with her since the day at his house when she came over to keep him company while he was sick. Their relationship was progressing quicker than anticipated, but neither of the two had any complaints.

Per Harry’s request (or, after a ton of his begging) Y/N agreed to let Harry pick her up instead of driving separately and meeting up like they usually do. He was excited to finally know where Y/N lived. When he thought of any space Y/N cultivated, he imagined it to be a bit cluttered. Lots of paintings on the walls. Perhaps some personal photographs of friends and family.

When Harry approaches Y/N’s apartment complex, he isn’t surprised to see that she lives in one of the oldest-looking buildings he’s ever seen. He was sure that when he asked her about it later, she would tell him that old buildings had the most character or something along those lines. Harry parks in record time, albeit like a bit of an asshole, and grabs the bouquet of flowers he picked up on his way to her before hurrying out of his car. His sunglasses immediately go on and his beanie gets pulled low over his forehead in the off chance there was someone who could recognize him anywhere nearby.

“Four, eight, two, five,” Harry mutters Y/N’s gate code under his breath as he approaches it. “Four, eight, two, five…” He’s delighted when it works. Against Y/N’s wishes, he didn’t write it down when she told him, adamant about having the best memory in the world. He was glad he didn’t forget it and have to call her and ask for it again.

Harry has no difficulty at all finding her apartment. Just as she said, there were several potted plants surrounding the door and a plaque that read, ‘Welcome to our home!’. He smiled to himself. It was just so Y/N. He firmly knocks and takes a step back, tightly gripping the bouquet in his hands. The door flies open moments later and Harry is met with Y/N’s beautiful face. His nerves immediately dissipate.

“Hi, Harry–– oh! Those are beautiful!” She opens the door a bit wider. “Please, come in!”

Harry’s happy. She seems happy. Of course, he couldn’t know for sure in the way that he could, but Harry was quickly learning her mannerisms.

“Hi, darlin’. S’nice to see you,” he leans down to place a delicate kiss on her cheek. “You’re lookin’ as beautiful as ever.”

“I haven’t even gotten changed yet,” she replies dismissively, shutting the door. “I completely lost track of time. I was helping Amalia get ready for a date that she’s going on and it made me forget all about ours.”

Harry could die a happy man right now. Y/N just referred to their spending time together as a date!

“No apologizing,” Harry says sternly, handing the flowers to Y/N. “‘M not upset about it, am I? We’ve got all the time in the world.”

Y/N looks down shyly at the shabby rug beneath her feet. “Do you wanna help me pick out an outfit? I’m not too sure about what I should wear… I really think it would help if you actually told me where we were going.”

“Nice try,” Harry chuckles, following her through the apartment. It looked just as he pictured it would. “Already told you it’s a surprise.”

“I thought I would try again.”

Y/N’s room was incredible. There were plants everywhere even more than the ones surrounding her front door. Some were even hanging from the ceiling! Her walls were a pale yellow color. She had glow-in-the-dark stars and planets stuck to her ceiling, a ginormous rug that covered probably half of her wooden floor, and paintings taped haphazardly to the wall. It looked like she made them herself, too. They were lovely.

“Your room is amazing,” Harry tells her, flopping onto her bed while she digs around in her closet. Even though he had never been there before, he immediately feels comfortable. At home. “Where’s Sapphire?”

“Oh, she’s around here somewhere,” Y/N’s voice sounds a bit muffled from being in her closet. “She might be hiding. She doesn’t like men.”

“Did you tell her that I’m nice?”

Y/N turns to look at him, two shirts in her hand. “I can’t force her to like you, Harry. What do you think about these shirts?”

“I think you would look good in all of them,” Harry feels his heart rate pick up under her gaze. “You may get cold if you wear something sleeveless, though.”

Y/N says nothing in response, just stares at him. To anyone else, her staring may be weird, but Harry knew what she was doing. He stares back at her just as intensely, raising an eyebrow. Finally, she nods, turning her attention back to her closet.

“Should I wear something with long sleeves?”

Harry hums in response to her question. “I think that would be a good idea.”

Y/N turns to face him again, tugging at her oversized sleep shirt. “Do you think you can take down some shirts on the shelf for me? I don’t feel like going to get a chair all the way from the kitchen…”

“Of course I can,” Harry immediately gets up from his lying position on Y/N’s bed. “Which ones?”

“The ones in that corner,” Y/N replies, standing beside Harry. He never noticed how much shorter she was than him until she was asking him to reach things off the top-shelf for her. Harry loved it.

He reaches up with ease, grabbing a stack of neatly folded long-sleeves. In the process of pulling them down, a box comes falling off the shelf, hitting the floor with a loud clang! and the sound of broken glass. “Shit,” Harry mutters, bending down to reach for the box. “Sorry about tha’, pet–”

“Don’t touch that!” Y/N exclaims, pushing past Harry to grab the box before he does. Harry backs up, putting his hands up in the air like he was a criminal who’d just been caught.

“I didn’t touch it, I promise,” Harry quickly reassures her. “Why can’t I touch it? What is that?”

“Remember how I was telling you about bad energy?” Her voice drops to a whisper. Harry nods. “This is where I store everyone's bad energy whenever I get stuck with it. They’re in little viles, you know what I mean? Those little tubes?”

“Yeah.”

“I think the tubes broke when it fell… I can never open this box again because then the bad energy will get out and go back to their owner's body.”

Harry doesn’t say anything, trying to take in what Y/N just told him. It wasn’t the oddest thing he’s heard since he met her. “Is any of my bad energy in there?”

“Yes. Remember when we were at the Greek food place?”

Harry smiles at the memory. “How could I forget? I think that was the day that I knew I had to get to know ya. I was properly obsessed with the idea of runnin’ into you again for days.” Y/N looks away as she usually does when he gets her flustered but this time Harry moves closer to her, snaking his arms around her waist.

“Thank you for always makin’ sure ‘m happy, love,” Harry’s lips are dangerously close to hers, so close that she can smell the scent of mint on his breath. “You don’t even have to touch me to make me happy. Jus’ bein’ near you is enough.” Y/N lets out a shaky breath, not trusting her voice enough to do anything other than nod. Both of their hearts are about to beat out of their chests.

“I’d do anything to make you happy, Harry,” Y/N finally says, staring directly into his eyes. “You deserve all the happiness this life has to offer you.”

“Likewise,” Harry says, feeling intoxicated from standing so close to her. “Y/N, can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Can I kiss you?”

Y/N gives Harry the biggest smile before standing on her tiptoes, smushing her lips against Harry’s. His eyes shut as he melts into the kiss, having to remind himself to stop smiling so he can properly kiss her back. Her lips are soft, and she tastes just as sweet as she actually is. His entire body tingles and his chest burns due to lack of oxygen, but he was determined not to break the kiss first. His stomach twisted from all the butterflies he had, but it was a feeling no one had made him feel in a long, long time.

Y/N’s the first one to break the kiss. She giggles as she rests her head against Harry’s chest, gasping slightly for air. “You’re a very good kisser.”

“You too.” Harry’s breathless. He doesn’t want to pull away from her so he settles on intaking short bursts of air.

“I’m gonna get changed before I decide to stand here and just kiss you all day,” Y/N tells him, finally breaking their contact. “Can you wait in the living room?”

“I wouldn’t hate that,” Harry says as he places a quick peck on her lips. “‘M gonna go put your flowers in something so they don’t die. Y’think Sapphire will come out of hiding and let me pet her since her mommy finally let me kiss her?”

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“I thought we were getting lunch?”

Y/N had been sat in Harry’s passenger seat for slightly over an hour now, his hand hardly leaving hers the entire time. He was yellow for the most part (except when Y/N would speak he turned pink). Song after song played lowly over the stereo, but it was mainly just background noise–– neither one of them was really listening to it.

“We are.”

“Why are we driving so far?” 

“I wanna take you to a really nice spot. Is that okay?”

“Are we almost there?” She stares intensely at Harry and she knows he can feel her eyes on him. He flashes red for a moment causing Y/N to cock her head in confusion. “Why are you nervous?”

“I don’t want you to think our date is boring.”

“Why would I think it’s boring?”

“Have you ever been to Balboa Park? San Diego?” Harry tears his eyes from the road briefly to look at her and he’s relieved to see a look of excitement in her eyes.

“I’ve never been but from the pictures I’ve seen it looks sooo beautiful! Are we going there?” Her grip on his hand tightens slightly.

“Mhm,” Y/N sees Harry visibly relax. “Figure we could grab a bite after? Or before, depending on how hungry you are.”

“We should eat before! Are we allowed to eat in the park? We should have a picnic–– can we do that?” Y/N is talking a mile a minute, too excited to slow down. She turns in the passenger seat to face Harry fully, hand still in his. “We’re going to the gardens, right?” 

“We’re doin’ whatever you want, love. I have some things planned that I think you would like but nothing’s set in stone.”

Y/N loves the fact that Harry took it upon himself to plan out their day. She decides she would go along with whatever he had planned, seeing as he’s been there before and she hasn’t.

They arrive at the park approximately thirty minutes later and Y/N quickly unbuckles her seatbelt and lets herself out of the car before Harry can open the door for her himself. He laughs to himself at her excitement.

“Where are we going first?” Y/N reaches for Harry’s hand seemingly out of habit, not thinking twice before doing so. If she wasn’t busy looking around in awe, she’d see Harry looking down at their interlocked fingers with a big smile on his face.

“How ‘bout we get you something to eat first then go find a spot to have a lil’ picnic? The last time I was here I remember seein’ people eating under this ginormous tree–”

“Okay!” Y/N agrees cheerily, dragging Harry through the parking lot. She was leading the way even though she had no clue where she was going. “Wait, where are we going?”

“How about I lead the way?” Harry is a mixture of green and yellow. He was happy and enjoying the prospect of a nature-filled day.

“Harry, what’s your favorite part about nature?”

“What’s tha’?”

“I see that you like nature, so I just wanted to know what you liked the most about it,” Y/N replies, swinging their hands. 

“It’s calming. I think ‘ve written some of my best songs surrounded by trees and water and things like that. What do you like the most about nature?”

“It’s beautiful. Plants help us and we help them.”

Harry smiles in response to her answer but says nothing, walking her the rest of the way through the parking lot and to the entrance of the park. Once inside they set out on finding something to quickly fill their stomachs with, not wanting to waste too much time eating.

“How do sandwiches sound?” Harry asks, nodding his head in the direction of a sandwich shop. “Quick and easy, isn’t it?”

“Can we still eat them under the fig tree?”

“Whatever you’d like, darling. S’your world, ‘m just livin’ in it.” 

Even though he lets out a chuckle after saying that, Y/N knew he was being completely serious.

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Harry could listen to Y/N talk all day. He never wanted to stop hearing her sweet voice. Y/N’s attention was fixated on the beautiful, blooming gardens–– but Harry was only fixated on her.

She pointed out nearly everything they saw, impressing Harry with her knowledge on plant names and pointless information on how to care for them. She asked Harry to stand in front of all her favorite plants so she could take a picture of him to “commemorate the day” and Harry was more than willing to do so. Anything to keep a smile on her face. Y/N had grown tired of carrying her purse over her shoulder about an hour back and Harry even offered to wear it for her so she wouldn’t have a sore shoulder the next morning.

They decided to call it quits once the sun started setting, walking hand in hand quietly back to Harry’s car. He opens the door for her and checks to make sure she’s all the way in before slamming it shut and walking around to his side. He immediately reaches for her hand again, loving the way it felt in his way too much to not hold it at all times.

“Did you have a good time today?” Harry asks, looking at Y/N’s face in the dim light. She nods sheepishly, looking down at the hands.

“I had an amazing time. I can’t believe you drove all the way out here just for me,” she traces her fingers over one of Harry’s rings. “Thank you for today.”

“How many times have I gotta tell ya I’d do anything for you?” Harry questions, leaning over the center console to be closer to her. “Loved seein’ that beautiful smile on your face today. Made me happy.”

“You’re just saying that…”

“Oh, come off it,” Harry jokes, kissing her cheek before leaning back over to start his car. “Know you saw how happy I was the whole day. S’all because of you.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry sees Y/N lean over as he previously was so her face is close to his. She gently places the hand that was holding Harry’s on his face and turns his head so he’s fully facing her, licking her lips before she connects them with his. Harry melts into the kiss as he did earlier, feeling as if time stopped when their lips were pressed together. It was the most gentle, loving kiss Harry ever shared with another person.

He could get used to this.

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[kalliyen]

Headcanon #2

Summary: You sneak a love note into in their stuff and they find it

Pairing: Enhypen (separately) x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Mentions of food but other than that not much

Genre: A cup of fluff, a tablespoon of fluff, a teaspoon of fluff and a big pool of fluff

Word and Emoji Count: 1,313 (that’s a lot)

Disclaimer: In no way is this work of fiction to condone dating these boys this is merely again, a work of fiction I made up

Xiao-nim’s note: This was proofread my lovelies! Hope you enjoy! 💕

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꧂Lee Heeseung 🦌꧂

❃ You woke up in the middle of the night right next to Heeseung cuddling you

❃ You tried to go back to sleep but you couldn’t so you decided to slip out of Heeseung’s arms very carefully

❃ When you successfully slipped out of his arms you looked around and saw your pens 🖊 and papers 📝 you were using before you and Heeseung cuddled

❃ You had the brilliant idea of writing him a cute little note

❃ So there you were sitting on your desk and writing multiple cute little notes and one special letter for him for at least an hour

❃ He wakes up at like 7 am with you not being beside him which makes him a bit sad and confused 🤔

❃ You might not be there but he saw a little note on your pillow saying “Good Morning Hee! Sorry I’m sot here I’m at the grocery store buying more food cause you have nothing here,,,,,enjoy these little notes in the meantime! Expect them were you least expect them 😉”

❃ That certainly brought a smile to his face

❃ You might not be here but at least he has something of you

❃ Sighing lovingly, he gets out of bed with a big smile on his face looking forward to more of these sweet little notes you made for him 💕💕💕🥰🥰

꧂ Park Jay/Jongseong 🦅꧂

❃ You were soo bored 😶😶😶😶

❃ And you came up with a brilliant idea of writing cute little notes

❃ Jay was asking what you were doing and you tried to hide the fact that you were making love notes for him

❃ When he’s preoccupied doing something you stick one of the cute notes on the back of his phone and in his bag he uses for work

❃ plz 😫✊ he won’t and can’t stop smiling when he sees it

❃ Jungwon prolly asks him why he’s smiling like an idiot

❃ And lovestruck Jongseong doesn’t even hear his leader

❃ Repays you by spoiling you with kithes and cuddles 🥰

❃ He just loves you sm ok⁉️

꧂ Sim Jake/Jaeyun 🦮꧂

❃ You were scrolling through TikTok that day and found a video that spiked your interest

❃ So you decided to try it on your cute puppy bf

❃ And when he came home that night and saw you doing something he was all up in your face and askin u what u were doing

❃ You don’t tell him and he lets it go

❃ For now 🌝

❃ Guess who had the biggest smile on his face the next day when he sees the outcome of what you were hiding from him~~

❃ Spoils you with hugs and kithes as a thank you pt. 2

꧂ Park Sunghoon🐧 ꧂

❃ You missed him sm

❃ He was out practicing for the whole day and you were here, In his room desperately missing him

❃ You racked your brain thinking of something to do to subside the feeling of missing your man

❃ And when you couldn’t think of anything, you decided to grab your phone and scroll through Pinterest to get some sort of idea

❃ This particular post caught your eye and you decided to try it

❃ At first while you were doing it you felt a little cheesy but hey, you miss your boyfriend and you wanted to do something for him

❃ You’ve been making the cute little anecdotes for him for about an hour and 30 mins when you decide it’s time to put it on his stuff around the house

❃ Sunghoon was in for a shock when he sees a note on the door when he came home from practice that day

❃ He gets ready for bed and tucks himself in bed beside you and gives you a sweet peck on your head and mumbles a small ‘thank you baby’ with the softest smile on his face.

꧂ Kim Sun-oo 🦊꧂

❃ It was your 6 month anniversary with Sunoo and you wanted to do something sweet for him since he always did sweet things for you.

❃ You couldn’t really buy much while being an unemployed teenager

❃ So you came up with a sweet plan for your sweet partner

❃ 6 months of dating might not be a big deal for everyone but for you it was

❃ You jumped to your plan making the cute little notes and put them all around the house making a trail for him to follow when he gets home from the office

❃ He came home that afternoon holding various takeout orders in his arms while calling for you

❃ He put down the bags and was perplexed on why you weren’t answering him

❃ When he saw a note on the table saying “Welcome home sweetie! Follow these trail of notes and see your present at the end waiting for you 😘”

❃ So Sunoo followed said trail of notes and was seemingly surprised at what he saw at the end

❃ Though it wasn’t much he was taken aback and mouth agape

❃ Cause there you were looking all prim and pretty/handsome while sitting on a chair waiting for him in the backyard with a picnic blanket set out and all kinds of food on the blanket

❃ Sunno neared you and tackled you to the grass smothering you in kisses and smooches all over your face

❃ That certainly was a 6 month anniversary you would remember for the rest of your relationship. 🥰💕

꧂ Yang Jungwon 🐈 ꧂

❃ You’ve noticed that you’re normally curious and teasing boyfriend was now quiet and rarely smiled

❃ You asked him what was wrong and he just shrugged and said “nothing much, don’t worry about me Y/N”

❃ Now you definitely knew something was wrong because he didn’t call you Love

❃ You narrowed it down that he was so stressed and constantly practicing to the point he wasn’t eating or taking care of himself anymore

❃ And of course you were very crossed with this, because even he had a hectic idol life he still had to take care of himslef

❃ So when you were left alone in your shared apartment with Jungwon you decide to do something for him

❃ You made a full course meal yourself and made cute little notes saying ‘you can do it!’ and ‘I’m so proud of you Wonie!💕’ and stuff like that

❃ He was literally about to combust when he read those notes while he was eating the food you made for him (which was delicious btw)

❃ ‘How did I manage to be so lucky to snag an amazing and wonderful s/o like them?’ Jungwon thought to himself

❃ Now Jungwon knew, while he was with you he could get through any problem or any situation.

꧂ Nishimura Riki🐆 ꧂

❃ Similar to Jungwon’s case, Riki hasn’t been taking care of himself in exchange for more time to practice.

❃ You noticed he was not smiling his beautiful boxy smile that much anymore and looked quite pale

❃ And of course you were not happy with this

❃ You wanted to scold him when he got home but he looked so tired and immediately collapsed on the bed hugging you

❃ You couldn’t do anything much about it so you just let it slide for now and him have his well deserved rest

❃ You woke up earlier than your Puma-looking boyfriend and decided to give him a big breakfast even if he wasn’t one to eat much

❃ You also made him a Bento Box 🍱 for lunch and stuck a cute little note at the lid

❃ Riki was very thankful to you for doing this for him.

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Xiao-nim’s note: Hello Everyone! I hope you readers enjoyed this, it took me a while to finish. Also I might have gotten carried away while writing this that’s why there is so many words 😫🕶🤏 I was in a good mood to write

[avengers-age-of-fanfics]

just for you, honeybee (1/?)

pairing: bucky barnes x female!reader, steve rogers x reader (platonic!)

word count: 3,172

warnings: a few curse words, bucky being cute, steve being awkward but also a great friend

authors note: hello! this is my first ever post on this account and the first chapter to a new series! im not sure how many chapters this is going to be as i got inspiration to write it a few days ago but im hoping to keep up with it. also, once TFATWS ends, i intend to do a series based on that as well! anywho, i hope you enjoy this and please leave feedback/lmk what i can do to improve! thank u :)

summary: dating back to 1943, you, james barnes, and steve rogers were best friends, including bucky being your boyfriend. when you get a notice that bucky died in the war, you make it your mission to find closure for yourself and protect steve as he is the only remaining piece of bucky you have left. once you are offered the super soldier serum, you and steve must make your way through world war 2 - and the unknown future hardships to come.

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes laid across from you on your bed, eyes softly glancing over your features as your hand grazed over his cheek and jawline. You chuckled to yourself, “looking a bit scruffy, Buck.”

He hummed, eyes now fluttering closed at your touch, “thought you liked it, doll.”

With a quick kiss to his lips, you nodded, “oh I do, don’t worry – no reason not to, really.”

Bucky let out a soft laugh before he ran a hand over your cheek, “I gotta get goin’ soon, doll. ‘Uniforms at Becca’s.”

With a sigh, you rolled onto your back and stretched, “she’s a saint, you know, washing and steaming your uniform for you.”

Bucky nodded in agreement with you, “that I do know, honeybee. I’ll meet you at Stevie’s, yeah?”

As you got out of your shared bed, you looked back at Bucky, “of course! Gotta see you off before you go put your life on the line, no big deal.” Bucky quickly dropped the conversation immediately after, understanding how you're feeling.

You weren’t mad at Bucky for joining the army – you couldn’t be, it wasn’t his fault. He was drafted and you knew that if he could stay, he would; and you knew you were being slightly immature about him leaving. You just wanted more time with him. So many people you knew had received letters that their loved ones hadn’t come back, that they had died in battle. It wasn’t fair, but when was life perfectly balanced?

By the time you got changed and got yourself cleaned up, Bucky was straightening out his shirt before he turned towards you, eyes hesitant. You walked to him, buttoning up his final buttons before you ran your hands over his shirt, “I’ll see you soon, Buck, okay?”

Bucky ran his tongue over his lips, “I know, honeybee. Try to keep Steve out of trouble for the time being, okay?”

You laughed, “I’ll certainly try my best – now get outta here!” With a smack to his ass, Bucky gave you one last kiss before he headed out the door to see his sister, Rebecca. You had asked her to iron Bucky’s uniform before he got sent off to war, wanting him to look his best – but you were sure he would look handsome in anything.

Looking in the mirror, you straightened out your favorite belted Peter Pan collar dress, fit with a pair of white heels; only the best for your Buck. You had begged him multiple times to let you register to become a nurse, in the slight chance of being close to him, but he always responded with the same answer: “I want to make sure I have someone to come home to, doll.”

You’d never tell him, but your heart warmed every time he said that.

Doing one more look-over, you smiled to yourself, grabbing your purse as you headed out the door. Steve’s apartment was only a few blocks away from your own, and honestly, you wanted to spend more time with him before Bucky left. The two were inseparable, and you knew Steve was going to struggle with Bucky being gone – that, and the unknowing if he’ll come back.

With sharp and prideful steps, you made your way across the street, saying hello to familiar faces and grabbing a newspaper from Grover, a vendor along the streets of Brooklyn. He stopped you before you headed off, “heard your boy’s goin’ off to war, y/n. How ya doin’?”

With a soft chuckle, you glanced down at the newspapers in your hands – one for you, Steve, and Bucky while he was on the train. You looked back at Grover, “I could be better, if I’m being honest. But I know he’s doing a good thing, so my silly feelings shouldn’t hold him back, Grove.”

Grover grumbled with a roll of his eyes, “you and your selflessness, just like ya ma. I’m telling yous, y/n, that boy loves you to the moon and back. Ain’t nothing he wouldn’t do for ya; if you asked him to stay, he’d go and fake his death to make sure you two go runnin’ off into the sunset together.”

With a laugh, you pushed the tears back, “and I love him too, Grove – but I can’t ask him to just not go. That just isn’t how it is, you know?”

Grover nodded, “yeah, kid, I know. . .Now get lost, I got customers to deliver these too.”

You glanced down at the stack of newspapers, “I’m headed over to Steve’s, anyone near his you gotta drop them off to?”

The vendor let out a hum and rested his head in his palm, “hmm, I think just Richie and Betty Davis right next to Rogers’ place. They get two, you good carryin’ an extra bundle?”

You gave Grover a look as he held up his hands, “just as fierce as ya mama, too – and being Barnes’ girl, probably the wrong question to ask.”

With a laugh, you held out your stack of papers, “pile them on, Gro. I’ll see you later, alright?” The vendor nodded and shoo’ed you away as you continued your journey to Steve’s apartment. Once you arrived, you left two newspapers on his neighbor’s doorstep, knocking once as you crossed back over to Steve’s.

As the Davis’ door opened, you knocked on Steve’s, already hearing rustling inside. Betty was at her door, “y/n? That you, sweetheart?”

With a turn, you greeted Mrs. Davis with a smile, “hi Mrs. Davis, how are you? How are the kids?”

The woman smiled back, “’mm, they’re good – always askin’ when the next batch of those delicious brownies are coming!”

You laughed and noticed Steve had opened the door, small statute waiting until you were done talking with Betty, “I’ll drop them by the next time I get to bakin’, Mrs. Davis. I’ll see you!” You waved to her, as did Steve, as he stepped aside to let you in.

Steve looked at the newspapers, then back at you, “you look great, y/n. . . Looks like I’ll be tellin’ Buck to shut his mouth when he sees you.”

You chuckled, “’cus he’ll catch flies or the obscenities he’ll be sayin’?”

Steve let out a laugh, “both, definitely both.”

Now that you both were in the safehouse of his apartment, you finally got a good look at your little army-hopper. He spotted a new black eye and a small cut on his cheek, yet he still looked as if he could go again if he wanted to. You nodded towards him, “where’d you get into a scuffle at this time?”

He shifted his feet until he let out a sigh, “behind a theatre. They were showin’ commercials for the army and some guy just started saying stuff.”

With a bite of your cheek, you sat down on one of his chairs, “so you had to fight him?”

“Just gotta be one of the good guys in the neighborhood, y/n.”

“I know, Stevie.”

An hour had passed and, in the meantime, you and Steve enjoyed some tea and tried to complete your own crossword puzzles. A small conversation had taken place between the two of you, talking about plans once Bucky was off fighting the war. You had talked about Steve moving in with you, but he was always so stubborn, wanting to prove that he could live on his own. You never thought that he couldn’t, but it could be a money saver.

One more glance at the clock, you figured it would be almost time for Bucky to show up. And, just like that, a knock was heard from the door and you smiled, getting up to answer it as Steve stayed back, grumbling at the pieces of paper in his hands. Opening the door, you saw your James Buchanan Barnes standing tall and proud in his new uniform.

Bucky whistled, glancing over your outfit as you did the same to him, “you look gorgeous, honeybee – even though I told you to not dress up.”

He stepped inside the apartment as you crossed your arms, “I mean, Steve agrees that this is kind of a big deal, so I think a nice dress will suffice.”

Steve and Bucky clasped hands and Bucky nudged his shoulder, “thought you were supposed to be a good influence on my girl, Steve.”

The smaller man shrugged, “kind of is a big deal.”

Bucky shuffled his feet, “yeah, well, I don’t want it to be. Let’s just go to the future and then see me off, alright?” The three of you stood in silence, light tension hanging in the air. With a sigh, you grabbed your purse, “well, off we go! C’mon now, boys.”

Bucky, you, and Steve headed to New York World’s Fair, hooked arms leading towards Howard Stark’s Expo. With bright lights, fireworks, and amazing technology surrounding you, your eyes failed to see Bucky staring at you with so much adoration. He never wanted to leave you – he’d stay if he could – but he had been drafted. All he wanted to do was stay in Brooklyn with you and Steve, and just never leave your arms. Hell, really, wherever you went, he went.

But that wasn’t the case in this scenario.

With a hand on your waist, Bucky looked up at Stark’s presentation of his repulsor technology with a flying car, head shaking in disbelief. While his car may have only hovered for a few seconds, the idea of not even needing to touch the ground to drive absolutely boggled your mind. During the presentation, Steve glanced up at you two and silently snuck off, hoping you didn’t notice his absence for too long. But he knew you and how observant and protective you were.

However, once you glanced around after a few minutes and found Steve in front of an army poster within the United States Armed Services Recruitment center. Squeezing Bucky’s hand, you slightly pulled him towards where Steve was, trying his best to fit his head within the frame.

With a slight push of his shoulder, Bucky nodded his head towards the Expo, “come on, we’re goin’ dancing – and hopefully find yourself a girl.”

Steve shook his head, “you – uh – you go ahead, I’ll catch up later.” He looked around, trying to divert the conversation between him and his best friend.

“Steve,” you started, “please? Just this one night?”

Bucky held your hand as he looked back at Steve, “you’re really gonna do this again?”

“I just – guys, it’s a fair, I’ll try my luck,” he started, looking between you both.

Beside you, you felt Bucky grow agitated, “that’s who, Steve from Ohio?”

“Bucky,” you said, squeezing his hand once more, “let him try one more, okay? We can go dancing and Steve will catch up later. If he doesn’t, I’ll hang his head on my wall like a prize.”

The boys let out a chuckle as Steve continued, “one last time, alright? I promise I’ll come later on – Mac’s, right?”

You nodded your head as Bucky sighed beside you, “don’t think you got to prove anything, Steve.” A small pause came over the three of you as Bucky continued, “don’t do anything stupid until I get back.”

You started to walk back with Bucky, letting go of his hand as he continued his conversation with Steve as he let out a small laugh, “how can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.” You held up a finger at Steve, “you better mean that about himself, Rogers.”

Steve held up his hands, “yes ma’am! And Bucky –“

Bucky turned around once more to his best friend, “don’t win the war until I get there.” With a mock salute, Bucky dragged you back towards the Expo as you waved back at Steve, making sure he’d meet you at the bar before your boyfriend was shipped off.

With a sigh, Bucky wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as he kissed your head, “that punk is gonna get himself in all loads of trouble, honeybee.”

You held his hand that was around your shoulder, “I’ll keep Stevie in his place. Seriously, Buck, try not to worry about him.”

“I just,” Bucky gripped your hand, “I don’t wanna come back to nothing, you know? Steve’s my best friend and if he somehow gets himself killed here or in the war, I don’t know what I’d do.”

You pulled Bucky to a stop, putting your hands on his cheeks, “James, look at me, please.” With soft eyes, Bucky looked into yours, “I promise you, Steve is going to be okay – he won’t do anything stupid, at least without me. We’re going to be okay, and you will, too. . .’cus if you aren’t, I may go and kill Hitler myself.”

Bucky chuckled, “I don’t doubt that for a minute, sweetheart. I love you, you know that, right?”

You leaned up, kissing Bucky softly before pulling back, hands tight on your waist, “I love you too. Now C’mon, I wanna go to Mac’s and celebrate my newfound freedom.”

Bucky groaned and pulled you even closer, “maybe I should tell Steve to keep an eye on you.”

With a mock salute of your own, you giggled at your boyfriend, “aye, sir, my new mission is to protect Steven Grant Rogers from being an idiot!”

Bucky couldn’t help but laugh, “toughest job in this whole war, honeybee.”

As the night continued on, Steve actually showed up to Mac’s and had a new look in his eyes.

‘Hmm,’ you thought to yourself, ‘looks like I gotta ask him about something later.’

Steve, you, and Bucky didn’t drink, but instead enjoyed each other’s company before Buck was shipped off; this really only included Bucky and Steve making fun of each other and you keeping the boys in line. Laughs and a few smacks on the head filled the atmosphere, but you knew it wouldn't last long.

By the time it was nearing close to Bucky’s train departure, the three of you took to the streets and headed to the train station, silence enveloping you. Bucky’s hand was wrapped tightly around yours as you dreaded this goodbye, even if you had high hopes he’d return to you and Steve.

At the sight of the train and fellow troops heading into their cabins, Bucky turned to Steve, “you take care of yourself, alright punk? I don’t want any letters from my girl telling me that you’ve been actin’ out.”

Steve shoved his shoulder, “you’re acting like I’m 12 years old again. I’ll be fine, Buck.”

Bucky nodded, but looked to his best friend, “and Steve?”

Steve held his breath but let go, “yeah, Bucky?”

“Please take care of her.”

Steve glanced back at where you stood, picking your nails as your anxiety was pricking at your skin. He nodded, “I will.”

Bucky let out a sigh of relief, “thank you, pal. I love her, so make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid either, okay?” Steve nodded in response.

Bucky then headed over to where you were standing, his eyes raking over your beautiful dress, your heels, and most importantly, your face. He did not want to forget a single thing about you or your features – he wanted them committed to memory. With a gentle hand, Bucky tilted your chin up towards him, “you alright, honeybee?”

You nodded, too afraid to use your voice as tears flooded your eyes. Trying to dry them up anyway, you nodded once more, unable to look at Bucky. He sighed, “c’mere, sweet girl, I got you.”

With no hesitation, you fell into Bucky’s arms, tears threatening to fall as you felt his hands rest upon your back and your head. You sniffled, “I’m going – I’m going to miss you so much, Jamie – so, so much.”

Bucky kissed your head, “I’m gonna miss you too, sweetheart. Don’t you dare think that I won’t for a second. You’ll be the first thing on my mind every second of the day.”

You breathed, “can living through this war be the first thing on your mind? And maybe completing a crossword puzzle?"

Bucky let out a small laugh but held you tighter, “just for you, honeybee.” Pulling back, he wiped away stray tears that threatened to fall from your eyes, a soft smile on his face. “You’re gonna be alright, and I’ll be comin’ home to you in no time.”

You nodded, a few tears slipping free from your eyes as you looked up at Bucky, thumbs rubbing over his cheeks and light stubble. You slowly traced over his lips, his nose, and his eyebrows, committing everything about him to memory. With a small smile, you leaned up, catching him in a kiss once more, “stay safe, you hear me? And take this damn thing with you - maybe you'll complete it." With gentle hands, you handed him the newspaper you had gotten today.

He carefully took the newspaper from you, already hoping the crossword puzzle would be easy this time around. Then, Bucky pecked your lips before he headed towards the train, “gotta come back for my best girl. I love you!”

As he stepped onto the train and hung out the window of a cabin, he continued yelling, “I love you, y/n l/n! I love you!”

You cried, a bright smile on his face, “I love you too, James Buchanan Barnes!” Blowing kisses towards him, both you and Steve watched as the train slowly started to pull away, seeing him mindlessly hand his ticket to the worker, not bothering to tear his eyes away from you or his best friend.

“I love you!” he shouted once more, all before his train sped up, leaving you and Steve behind on the platform.

Wiping your eyes and your nose with a cloth, you cleared your throat and turned to Steve, “gah, sorry. Let’s uhm – do you want to head back to my place?”

Steve nodded towards you, “yeah, yeah that sounds good. You alright?” He hooked your arm with his as you headed out of the station, continuing to wipe your eyes. “Yeah,” you started, “I’m okay. I knew this was coming. . . I guess I just hated the whole ‘saying goodbye,’ you know?”

Your best friend rubbed the back of his neck, “I get it, y/n, but he’ll come back – he has a reason to, and that’s you.”

Your heart fluttered, and tears welled up in your eyes once more. With a quick sniffle, you reached into your purse and grabbed your key, unlocking your door to your apartment. Once inside, you quickly got to making tea for you and Steve, something to get your minds off of your missing puzzle piece.

Once tea was made and you both were sitting in your living room, you turned to him, “tell me, Stevie. Please.”

Steve looked at you, a confused look etched upon his face, “tell you what?”

You leaned back into your chair, picking at your nails once more, “what happened at the recruitment office? I’ve known you long enough to see that there’s something you’re not telling me, there’s something in your eyes, Stevie, so please, just tell me.”

Steve seemed shocked that you were able to read him like that, but was defeated. With a sigh, he turned and reached into his handbag, pulling out a file, “there was this Doctor there, Doctor Erskine, who uh – he approved me for the army, y/n. But it’s for an experiment, something they call a super-soldier experiment, I’m not sure. But, I’m going – I leave in a couple days.”

How is your world falling apart this quickly?

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Are you okay?

yea man, why u askin?

Ok truth be told i have just been busy with so much recently, and all of these life changing events on the horizon has just killed any motivation i had to do anything.

If your asking if i'm mentally ok then you don't have to worry about that, i'm fine (i think)

thank you for asking

Take some of these exclusive doodles from my skiss book as a apology