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um? hey prsk ppl I havenât checked on the game in a hot minute but uh? Can we talk about this?
we doing kurdish music now?
#vocaloid#project sekai#prsk#nightcord at 25:00#is this supposed to happen or like. Is my phone glitching is this showing up for anyone else đđ#Help me Iâm confused#listened to it n itâs just. A song. That nightcord is not in.#I was like âholy shit is prsk getting in on some miku worldwide actionâ nope!#Just uh! Regular song? By a Turkish artist I think? Sorry if im wrong idk whatâs happening rn#this is so funny to me though plz tell me this is real n not just smth happening to me#NOBODYS ALLOWED TO CLOWN ON ME FOR USING YOUTUBE ON BROWSER I HATE APPS SO MUCH SOSOSOSO MUCH#Iâm using tumblr on browser rn I donât wanna HEAR IT
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: (ANON) Hiya! Could you do smth where the reader is masturbating in her room thinking about Bucky. When then Bucky sneaks in your room hiding from Sam chasing him, he hears you moaning his name and gets flushed but instead of leaving he decides to help you out and show you that the real thing is better than imagining it ? :)) and maybe his POV too ? âşď¸ thank you dear. Iâd really crave some soft Bucky smut atm.
á´Ąá´Ęɴɪɴɢs: Smut!! Minors dni plz, fluff, soft!dom bucky
á´á´á´Ęá´Ęâs É´á´á´á´s: thanks for the request; this was supposed to be a blurb but itâs like three thousand words omggg i canât stopp nfviuapfgvaioufv
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âWhere is he?â Sam grabbed the counter and shouted startling the people gathered in the kitchen. Steve spilled his coffee, Wanda threw her apples, and Tony choked on his cereal milk coming out of his nose.
âWho!â Steve said angrily.Â
âBuck!â Sam growled.Â
âWe donât fucking know!â Tony yelled as Pepper cleaned him up with a napkin. Sam bolted out of the kitchen down the hall scanning for the soldier.
âWhere are you, you fucking metal-armed freak!â he screamed.Â
Bucky on the other hand had slipped easily past your door; just barely cracking it to see an angry Sam Wilson stomping through the hall in search of Bucky. What for? Well, Sam has this fear roaches; he hates them, absolutely despises even the thought of a cockroach.
Bucky printed and cut out the silhouette of a huge cockroach and taped it to the inside of Samâs bedside lamp so that when he sticks his hand under the shade, heâll see the fake roach and hopefully scream in terror; well that was more than successful. Now Sam wanted to beat the shit of him for ruining his morning.Â
Sam was soon out of sight and Bucky breathed out a breath of relief closing the door completely; locking it just in case Sam tries to come into your room looking for him. You and Bucky were very close, almost too close as Steve would say. He was found with you in your room a lot, whether itâd be playing video games, or eating lunch while watching TV, or listening to music that Bucky missed out on.Â
He was in your room a lot so he knew you wouldnât mind the unexpected visit. After you knew about his little prank; you would die of laughter if he told you about Samâs reaction. Before Bucky turned around, he heard you.
âBuck,â you breathed out.Â
Buckyâs brows furrowed and when he turned aroundâŚ
âHoly shit.â
Ęá´á´Ęs á´á´ĘĘÉŞá´Ę
âHeâs gonna kill you,â you grinned at Bucky. He sat next to you with a pair of scissors in hand cutting out the black silhouette of that god awful roach.
âSo worth it,â he smirked.Â
âYou didnât answer my question though, doll. Why are you up so early? Pretty girls like you need their beauty rest,â he nudged your arm with elbow, making you roll your eyes.
âI just couldnât sleep. Was tossing and turning all night,â you told him.Â
âYou know my bed is always available for cuddles that'll put you right to sleep,â he winked at you.
âYou wish,â you retorted.
âEvery night,â he said, making you feel shy.Â
Bucky smirked to himself knowing how his words affected you. It was no secret that was deeply infatuated with you; but you always declined his advances and he respected that always. But that didnât mean he stopped his endless flirting; never failed to make you laugh.
âYouâre so pretty,â he smiled at you.
âShut up, Buck,â you shook your head, âIâm gonna head back to my room; try and get some shut eye for at least twenty minutes. Let me know how your little prank goes.â
âWill do.âÂ
You shut your bedroom door and crawled languidly into your bed. You close your eyes and in doing so youâre met with those gorgeous cerulean blue eyes that haunted you every night. You immediately pop back up.
Goddammit, Bucky.Â
Fuck you and striking eyes. Fuck you and your perfect nose. Fuck you and kissable lips. And strong arms. And your hands, oh your hands⌠Stop!
Your body erupted into goosebumps and your stomach fluttered just at the thought of him. Fuck the things youâd let him do to you. Why haven't you, you ask? Well he asked you on a date and thinking it was some sort of bet with Sam, because men are assholes and it wouldnât be the first that happened, you kindly declined.Â
The next day, Sam and Steve both said they didnât know he was gonna ask you and had nothing to do with it. So you bolted to Buckyâs room only to find another woman curled to his side in his bed.Â
âY/n,â Buckyâs eyes were wide with guilt.Â
âHey, uh- I uh, I just wanted to ask um- what you wanted⌠for breakfast. Iâm buying,â you breathed out a nervous chuckle.Â
âIâm ok-â As soon as you heard those words you bolted out of his room hearing him call your name. You werenât particularly pissed off, or enraged but it kinda hurt.Â
Since then however, you donât think you have seen Bucky even talk to another woman; even at one of Tonyâs galas. And he always flirted and joked with you, even more this time than before. You werenât going to lie, you both loved it and hated it. It gave you confidence while also ruining your panties with just a smile.Â
Speaking of ruined panties.
You tossed your sheets over and shimmied out of your pajama bottoms. You took your panties off too pulling one side back to shoot it into the laundry basket since those were going to be in desperate need of a wash.Â
You licked your fingers before pressing them against your burning pussy. You bit your lip stifling your moans as you circled your clit. You imagined Buckyâs hand instead of yours and you imagined him whispering dirty things in your ear.Â
Your other hand went under your shirt and kneaded your breast softly. You clenched your thighs together approaching your orgasm quickly when suddenly you were a loud scream echo in the building.Â
You instantly retracted your hand for a second remembering that Bucky had his little prank; Sam clearly found out now. But you soon put that aside and continued thinking about Bucky. He was so perfect; how could anyone look at him and not fall in love? He was so handsome and charming. And his physique. Holy hell, you would give anything to run your hands all over his muscled torso. Kiss up and down his chest and tell him how beautiful he was.Â
You wanted him pressed against you rutting his hips into you like there was no tomorrow. You wanted to feel his fingers touch you the way you're touching yourself right now thinking about him. You wanted to hear him groan and moan in your ear. You wanted all of him.Â
âBuck,â you finally moaned out.Â
âY/n?â
âOh god, Buck!â you shrieked grabbing your sheets to cover your modesty.
âSorry, I uh- Iâm sorry! I didnât mean to barge in,â he stuttered covering his eyes.Â
âWhy are you in here?â you asked him.
âSam is chasing me and I sought refuge here,â he said.
âYou can open your eyes; Iâm decent now,â you mumbled.Â
Bucky slowly brought his hands down looking at you with a guilty expression. He walked up to your bed and sat hesitantly beside you. Your knees were tucked into you and your arms wrapped around them protectively. Heat crawled up your spine and you felt sweaty and embarrassed to be caught so vulnerably, especially by the man whose name you were moaning.Â
âIâm so sorry,â you said, avoiding his gaze.Â
âDonât be, we all do it.â
âI know itâs- itâs still embarrassing,â you mumbled.Â
âBecause?â you stayed silent not really wanting to say it out loud.
âBecause you were thinking about me?â Bucky crawled closer to you pulling the sheet from your bare legs gracefully. Your breathing quicken rapidly, your chest heaving up and down.Â
âYou know, I uh- I think about you too; all the time,â he whispered as he dragged his knuckles up your lower leg.
âYou donât have to imagine anymore. Iâm right here. Just say the words and Iâll give everything,â he was so close; his fingertips ghosting the sides of your thighs.Â
âBucky,â you breathed against his lips, âNo, stop.â
Bucky instantly backed away, retracting his hands. He looked at you with confusion and you avoided his gaze once again.Â
âBuck, I know you just want to sleep with me-â
âWoah what! Did Sam tell you that? Fucking asshole, Iâm gonna kill him,â Bucky got up but you pulled his hand back so heâd sit down again.
âNo, you- ugh. When you asked me out, a long time ago, I thought you were doing a bet or something with Sam; so I said no to avoid any humiliation. I told Sam and he said he didnât even know about it, that he had nothing to do with it. So I went to your room to tell you that I liked you back but you were⌠âbusyâ,â you explained.Â
Bucky casted his eyes and head down remembering that day vividly. He knew exactly what happened. He asked you out and when you said no he was crushed. He asked Thor if he had any mead with him; it was the only thing that could get him drunk. And he got on a bike and booked it to the closest nightclub.Â
Bucky finished Thorâs flask and he doesnât even remember what happened that night. He woke up the next morning with someone in his bed and he freaked. He knew he fucked up and he regretted going out. Suddenly you barged through the door with a beautiful smile on your face but when you saw his unwanted guest, all the sparkle in your face died.Â
He didnât see you the rest of the day and it killed him. The woman was nice and actually was very understanding so at least he had that going for him. From that day on Bucky didnât even look at any other women, let alone give them an ounce of attention. His eyes were simply set on you in hopes one day youâd give him a second chance.Â
âIâm so sorry, Y/n. I didnât mean for that to happen. I know I fucked up and if you want me to leave, I will.â
âIâm not mad, weâre not together and you have every right to do that. It just kinda hurt that you moved on so fast,â you chuckled a bit.
âI didnât! I⌠I just fucked up. I still want you, not just your body; even though youâre so fucking sexy,â he reached out and squeezed your thigh making you grin, as hard as you tried not to.Â
âI still think about you all the time. Youâre so funny, and beautiful, and sexy, did I mention how sexy you are?â he said, making you laugh.Â
âMaybe once or twice,â you giggled.
âI donât want you thinking that Iâm using you. I like you a lot. And I know you like me,â he raised his eyebrow making you sheepish.Â
âSorry about that again,â you chuckled.
âDonât be. I can show the real thing instead, all you have to do is say the word,â he brushed his nose against yours. It was so tempting. He was just so irresistible. So all hell went out the window and you caved.
âPlease,â you whispered.
Bucky pressed his lips languidly against yours, as if heâd done so a thousand times before. His hand slipped up your inner thigh and you gasped softly into Buckyâs mouth. He pushed his tongue in, swirling it around your and your neck craned back as he kissed you deeper.Â
His knuckles brushed your wet folds and you shuddered under his touch. His lips trailed down to your jaw and neck as his fingers stroked your folds circled your entrance. You laid back staring up at Bucky who quickly got rid of his shirt before bringing his finger back down to your pussy.Â
He slowly inserted a finger past your slick folds carfeully watching your face and the pleasure that was overcasted. You bit your lip staring into his eyes and Bucky grew hard simply from that. He pumped his finger in and out of you feeling your thighs wanting to press together from bliss.Â
âBucky, please I need more,â you whined.Â
âOf course, my baby,â he smiled before adding another finger into your entrance. You moaned through gritted teeth feeling already full with just his fingers, you couldnât imagine his cock. Your shirt had slowly ridden up exposing your belly. Bucky leaned down and kissed your skin, his lips feeling cold in contrast to your hot skin.Â
Bucky breathed heavy at the sight of you. You were so beautiful and Bucky felt his heart swell. Heâs been pining after you for so long and now you were finally here writhing under him in ecstasy.Â
âYou look so perfect, baby,â he whispered.
âFuck, Bucky, your fingers feel so good,â you brushed your hands through his hair.Â
âYeah, you wanna cum? You cum all over my fingers?â
âYes! Please let me cum,â you arched your chest to the air.Â
âCome on, my baby. Let go.â You gushed all over his hand, your body spasming as you orgasmed.Â
âSo fucking pretty,â Bucky removed his fingers and brought them up to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean. You moaned at the sight of him licking his fingers and you pulled him into a kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue.
Bucky stood up and discarded his pants quickly grabbing his cock. He walked to you and you replaced his hand with your slowly moving up and down his shaft. You circled your thumb over his swollen tip and you could feel his body tremble in your hand.
âFucking tease, arenât ya,â he grabbed your jaw and you smiled cheekily.Â
He pulled your shirt off your body and his hands instantly went to your breasts, squeezing and pinching making you moan. His erection stood tall against your thigh and you grew needy for him.
âPlease, baby. Please, I need you,â you held his face.Â
âI gotcha, donât worry. Iâm gonna take real good care of my baby. Iâm here,â Bucky whispered in your ear.Â
He slowly pushed into you, his cock stretching you out. You whimpered at the feelin, never having felt so full before. Bucky kissed the skin below your ear as he slowly bottomed out. He stayed that way for a moment and soon you started wiggling your hips desperately asking him to move but he wouldnât.
âStop moving, doll. I just wanna feel ya,â he kept his face buried in your neck.Â
âBucky,â you breathed out.
âI know baby, youâre fucking tight. Squeezing me already too,â he chuckled.
You continued letting out whines and whimpers and Buckyâs heart nearly exploded. He propped himself on his elbows looking lovingly down at you and moved his hips back before pushing back in. Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling. Bucky kissed you senselessly, moaning deeply into your mouth. His hips thrusted wildly in and out of you, making your toes curled.
âFuck, baby girl. Youâre taking me so well; such a pretty baby,â he praised.Â
You couldnât form proper words; everything fell from your lips when you tried. Bucky is completely ruining you. Rutting into your hips, surely to leave bruises, he grazed your g spot perfectly pulling loud moans from you everytime.
âYa feel that? Feel how deep Iâm fucking this perfect little pussy?â Bucky grabbed your hand placing it on your lower stomach where you could feel his cock poking your hand with each thrust.Â
âFuck, baby. Youâre fucking me so fucking good, Iâm gonna cum,â yoou whimpered.Â
âSay my name when you do baby. I want everyone in this goddamn building to know youâre mine,â his hips became sporadic.Â
âOh fuck; James!â you chanted his real name, surprising Bucky. He wanted you to say âBuckâ like you always do but hearing his first name fall from your lips, he only ever wanted to hear you say it reminding him of this very moment forever.
âFucking hell, baby,â he grunted before spilling inside you. He coated your velvety walls with his hot cum and that was enough to make you fall off the edge too. Your eyes rolled back and your nails dragged harshly down his back. You protruded your chest up to his and Bucky could feel your perked nipples on his skin.Â
He watched you with pure infatuation. Your face quickly relaxed to a tired and bliss expression. You breathed heavily out trying to settle your breathing. Bucky looked at your lips and captured them on his own one last time before running to your bathroom to clean you up.Â
âYou are so beautiful, my baby,â he whispered.
âFuck, that was so good,â you said fervorly, pulling his flush against your body by his neck.
âAnd itâs-â he was interrupted by your phone ringing beside you.
âItâs Steve,â you told him before looking at the time at the top left of your screen. You were twenty minutes late to your morning session with Steve. You gasped covering your mouth with your hand in shock.Â
âIâm late to my early sesh with Steve,â you laughed hysterically.
âHere, let me,â Bucky grabbed your phone sitting up to talk to Steve.
âBuck no,â you crawled behind him trying to grab your phone but not having the energy to chase his hand.
âHey, Y/nâs busy.â
You heard a muffled voice, âDoing what, Buck?â
âSucking my dick,â he said with absolute no hesitation.
âBuck!â you snatched the phone from his hand.Â
âSorry, Steve. I got a bit⌠distracted. I promised Iâll make it up,â you told him.Â
âFirst of all, gross. Second of all, Iâm happy for you two; youâre good together,â he said.
âThanks, Stevie. Iâll see ya later.â
âStevie?â Bucky asked, unamused.Â
âOh shut up, Buck. You just embarrassed me telling him I was sucking your dick,â you nudged him.
âYou donât want to suck my dick?â
âUgh Buck!â you buried your face in your hands.
âOf course I do,â you said, making Bucky tackle you down pressing kisses all over your face.
âWell, this was quite an eventful morning,â he joked.
âIt sure was. What do you think happened with Sam?â
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âAnd he put a roach in my lampshade,â Sam cried, actual tears. Nat was trying her absolute hardest to not laugh as was Wanda; gripping onto each otherâs arms in hysteria.
âItâs ok, Sam,â Steve soothed him rubbing his back.Â
âGod, whereâs Y/n? We were supposed to start training twenty minutes ago,â Steve grumbled, staring at his watch.
âCall her,â Tony said.
Steve stepped aside and Sam continued to cry telling them how he chased him and he knew he ran into your room but it was locked. Nat and Wanda looked at each other grinning like idiots hoping what they think happened happened. Steve came back with a soft proud smile on face.
âWhat happened with Y/n?â Tony asked.
âShe uh, she had to cancel, but itâs cool,â he looked at the girls who smiled knowingly.Â
âSheâs with Bucky isnât she,â Sam grunted.
âYeah, yeah she is,â Steve said, making Sam cry again because heâs not gonna be able to beat the shit of Bucky anymore.
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What BNHA Heroes have their s/o saved as in their phone
Class 1A x Reader
+ Aizawa and Shinsou
tw// cussing, cringe smh, lots of love <3Â
Class 1A
Yuga AoyamaÂ
he has you saved as âmy â¨starâ¨â
and honestly you love it because he calls you that in real life tooÂ
Mina AshidoÂ
she has you saved as âbubs đđđđđđâ
 the only reason there isnât more hearts was because of the limit smh
she changes it every few weeks to a new pet name though
also she calls you that irl sometimes
Tsuyu Asui
she has you saved as âmy flower đşâ
honestly, the only reason she put you as that rather than your name because of your intense love for flora
every date you take Tsuyu on is always to somewhere with beautiful scenery and an abundance of flowers
Tenya IidaÂ
he has you saved as âbeef stewâ
he originally had you saved as â(Y/N) (L/N)âÂ
but you showed him that you had him saved as âHoneyâ so he wanted to save you under a pet name too
however, he couldnât really think of one so he asked for you assistance and you told him that most cute pet names come from food
âSo, what food do I remind you of, Iida?âÂ
âBeef stew.âÂ
Needless to say you both were laughing your asses off for a while after thatÂ
but itâs still cute because beef stew is his favourite food just like you are his favourite person
Ochako Uraraka
she has you saved as â(L/N) <3 â
she wanted to use a heart emoticon but her flip-phone doesnât let her smh
Also she doesnât have a pet name for you yet but she is working on itÂ
like she tried calling you âbaby girlâ but then you explained to her the sexual undertones to that name so she stopped and sheâs been too embarrassed since then to try againÂ
Mashirao Ojiro
he has you saved as âtail boyâs s/o đ¤Şâ
yâall had a whole-ass discussion about this one time lmao
yâall were brainstorming ideas for what you should save each other as in your phones
you didnât want to have something basic like âbabeâ or âmy heartđĽ°â but rather something funny and you suggested (jokingly) to save his contact as âtail boyâ
and rather than being offended like you thought heâd be, you both ended up laughing your asses of together for a solid 5 minutes (at least)
so you saved his contact as that and since he couldnât come up with a funny nickname in relation to your quirk, he just saved you as âtail boyâs s/ođ¤Şâ
 Denki KaminariÂ
he has you saved as âASH CECHUM đŠđłđŚđđđ§'
plz donât ask about the emojis idek
anyway, he saw that you saved him as âPikachu <3Ⲡwhich makes sense considering his quirk..
so he took it upon himself to save your contact as - in his own words - âThat guy who owns the Pikachu from PokĂŠmonâÂ
however, despite the fact he has watched PokĂŠmon before, he had no idea how to spell Ashâs second name and apparently the thought never came him that;Â âhey, maybe I should google it.â
so he just sounded it outÂ
as for the all caps, contrary to popular belief , he does know how to turn it off
he just chooses not to for the aesthetic and also it takes a lot of effortÂ
that is why he doesnât use proper punctuation eitherÂ
Eijiro Kirishima
he has you saved as âlove bugâ
honestly, youâre not too sure of when or why he changed your contact name after yâall started dating but..
you thought it was cute but..a bit cringe
obviously you didnât say anything about it though, you werenât trying to be mean to your boyfriend for no reason
itâs not like he called you that irl
however, heâd be out of his mind if he thought you were gonna save him as something like thatÂ
the best heâll get from you is âKiri babe đ¤' (get it? bc...rock!)
Kouji KodaÂ
he has you saved as âlove bugâ
ASKJFCWB YOU THINK IT IS OUT-OF-THIS-WORLD ADORABLE OML
like it makes sense because he like talks to insects and stuff and youâre his lil love bug cause you are his lover and stuff hhhhh
also because of the size difference between you and him, i mean, you are basically the size of an insect compared to himÂ
in short, Koda supremacy đââď¸đââď¸
Rikidou Satou
he has you saved as âsugar pieâÂ
honestly, poor man
he was completely clueless when you asked him to save you as something cuteÂ
like, he know what you meant...but he had no idea what to go forÂ
so you chose for him đ
and you made a pretty good decision tbh I mean, itâs cute! it relates to his quirk and all
and he has started to call you that irl sometimes and it always makes your heart go brrrrrrr
Mezou ShoujiÂ
he has you saved as âhunkâÂ
ok, i know i said Satou was a poor man but let me just say
THIS POOR MANÂ
you told him itâd be cute if you both saved each other as cute pet names in your phones and dead ass him response âyouâre not my pet though..â
AAAAAAAAAAA
so after a lot of explaining, as an example you whipped out your own phone and showed him how you had saved him as âhunkâÂ
...he really went and just copied you
you thought that was so funny and precious though so you didnât ask him to change it
Kyouka JirouÂ
she has you saved as âmy melody đśâ
ok, so it started when she noticed that you use the same pen everyday - a My Melody one
she thought that was so fucking adorable and she kinda started teasing you for it; not that you minded though
she also thought it was so cute when youâd get all flusteredÂ
so one day she just decided to change your contact name to thatÂ
it also kinda tied in with her love for music (but mostly her love for you uwu)
Hanta Sero
he has you saved as âmy honey nutter butter biscuitâ
after Kirishima called his s/o âlove bugâ infront of yâall that one time, you both spent the next hour taking the piss and laughing at how over-the-top couple nicknames are sometimesÂ
so just #for the meme he saved your contact as a hyperbole of what those cringe couple pet names are like
oh and you have him saved as âMy beloved sweet peach tacoâ
Fumikage Tokoyami
he has you saved as âHelenaâ
yeah, he wanted to be edgy and save your contact after a MCR song
(no, he does not know that Helena is about Gerardâs grandmother but donât you dare tell him)
Shoto Todoroki
he has you saved as â(Y/N) (L/N) đâ
you texted him something during lunch one time to see his reaction while you were sitting next to him but then you noticed that your name in his phone was simply â(Y/N) (L/N)â
you mentioned it briefly but you didnât make a fuss out of it because it really wasnât a big deal
however, he asked to see what his name in your phone was and you showed him
you had saved him as âBabey ( â˘Ě Ď â˘Ě )â§â
he went home and did some research on some good pet names to save you as in his phone
after that, his search history kinda looked like;
âpet namesâ
âpet names for humansâ
âpet names for loversâ
âcute nicknames for my girlfriendâ
âcute emoticonsâ
he deadass came in the next day and the first thing he did was pull out his phone and show you the emoji he put next to your name
âLook, (L/N). I found this emoticon and put it next to your contact name in my phone.â
yes, he sound like boomer..obvs
he spends 90% of his free time training rather than on his phoneÂ
and the time that he is on his phone, he isnât using emojis, he is searching shit likeÂ
âhow to hack into a credit card without the PINâ
Tooru Hagakure
she saves you as ââ¤đâ
no, she doesnât need to save you as your name to remember who you areÂ
sheâs not a peasant
Katsuki Bakugo
he has you saved as âpretty stupid faceâ
originally it was just âstupid faceâ
but you noticed it and just dropped a subtle comment like âhey, thatâs mean.â
so he came in the next day with âprettyâ added to the start
âi am genuinely too nice to you sometimes.â heâd say
âTHE STUPID FACE PART IS STILL THEREâ
âI KNOW BUT I ADDED PRETTY TO THE START!!â
âWow, tch, such I gentleman-â
âI know-HEY WAIT WAS THAT SARCASM?!â
Izuku MidoriyaÂ
he has you saved as âsweetest love muffinâ
you that one couple i mentioned in Seroâs headcanons?
yeah, thatâs yâall
you are both literally that couple
âNo, you hang up.â
âNo, you hang up!â
âNooo, cause Iâll miss youâ
âIâll miss you moreeeeâ
he literally threw a bunch of his favourite adjectives into a pet name lol
also your contact name for him is something on a similar wavelength
Minoru Mineta
I know most yâall wouldâve even give him your number lol
but for those who would đ¤Ž
he has you saved as âsweet cheeksâ or sumnÂ
Momo Yaoyorozu
she has you saved as âMy McMuffinâ
HOL UP LET ME EXPLAIN
ok so she let you take her to McDonaldâs cause you wanted to see her reaction since she is used to gourmet cuisine or whatever
so it was sure to be entertainingÂ
and it wasÂ
but not in a good way
she was almost sick after she had a bite of a big mac and then she tried to wash it down with the Sprite but then she fainted for like a solid 10 seconds
once she came back, she obviously wanted to leave..so you didÂ
A year later, yâall are in the town and both of you are starvingÂ
But Momo realised that she didnât have her card on her or any money but that was fine because at least you had your debit card on youÂ
You had enough money on it for a taxi back to Momos place and a McMuffin each
Obviously she didnât want one but when you started eating in front of her, of course she wanted a taste
and so it was love at first bite
she loved it so much so of course you bought another one for her and she consumed it in a millisecond (not literally)
so now she has your contact saved as the one thing competing against you for her love - a McMuffin
Shota Aizawa
unfortunately he does not have your contact saved as âkittenâ
instead, in his phone you are saved as âThe One đâ
simple, yet it effectively shows his admiration - just the way he likes it
 and he only added the emoji to make your name stand out more so he could easily tell whether he was gonna ignore the following message or not
because if Mike is texting him telling his that he needs the extremely important documents that Aizawa keeps in his coded filing cabinet, Shota will be like -.-
but if you text him asking for him to pick up chocolate on his way home, heâll be like đââď¸
Hitoshi ShinsoÂ
he has you saved as âbig daddyâ
plz donât askÂ
itâs an inside joke between you and him
okay well, if you must knowÂ
yâall were trying to come up with the most absurd nicknames for each other that kinda sound legitÂ
some other gemsÂ
âMusclemanâ
âBig scary snookumsâ
âsexy giantâ
#mha#bnha#bhna headcanons#mha headcanons#mha aoyama#mha mina#mha tsuyu#mha asui#mha iida#mha uraraka#mha uravity#mha ojiro#mha denki#mha kaminari#mha kirishima#mha koda#mha sato#mha shouji#mha tokoyami#mha jiro#mha sero#mha todoroki#mha hagakure#mha bakugĹ#mha deku#mha izuku#mha midoriya#mha mineta#mha momo#mha yaoyorozu
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oli & fred are two of the most competitive people i know, and they both love quidditch obviously, so they bet on some match . tHEY BET ON THE NAME OF THEIR KIDS PLZ I HATE THEM !! if oliver won fred wouldâve had to name his first kid after oliver or his least favorite quidditch player & fred said oli had to name his kid after something to do with wood because then his kiD CAN BULLY MINE AND OLIS ):<
i went to be like wtf fred ?? and v important note is that fred is lowk intimidated by me ?? when i went up to him he literally looked like a deer in headlights and he was a stuttering mess like âi- oliver ! you- you said you wouldnât tell, godric please donât hex meâ anyway fred came up with the compromise that he would name his first girl after some so ?? i didnât even want that but i mean ?? so yeah our first kid is lyra and the next two are gunna be willow & marri, a fucking type of tree and a wood - why do i love this himbo- bug
Yeah, that sounds pretty on-brand for those two idiots. Especially Fred looking for ways for his kids to bully his friends' kids. Thatâs just some kind of Fred Weasley clown foolery. Imagine one of his kids falling in love with one of your kids that got named after wood, though. Talk about a plan backfiring. Honestly, heâd probably be thrilled about it.Â
Also, I love that Fred is intimidated by you. Like, I really just love the thought of him calling for Oliver to come get his girlfriend because sheâs scary. Heâs probably lucky that the baby names were at least pretty cute; otherwise, he might have been in real trouble. So is Oliver, for that matter. I feel like you could really put the hurt on both of them if the names had been awful. And, what was his plan if you had just gone âno, I donât think I will be naming my kids after wood.â I mean, clearly, you werenât supposed to catch onto the whole bet thing, but what if you just said no?? Would you have had two (2) idiots whining about baby names at you? Probably.Â
Sidenote, this conversation just popped into my head while thinking about this, and I think itâs funny:Â
âCâmon, lass, Willow, and Marri are lovely names.âÂ
âYeah, but not for my kids.âÂ
âYouâre being pretty hasty, (Y/N). Picture it. You have two little bundles of joy swaddled in pink blankets, good old Oliverâs crying over your shoulder and getting tears on the newborns, and you look into their little screaming faces and say the names Willow and Marri. Gorgeous picture, donât you think?âÂ
âI donât like that youâre so invested in this, Fred. I donât.âÂ
âAs their godfather, I should be invested.âÂ
âWho said you would be the godfather of my children?âÂ
*Genuinely offended gasp*
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Can you do that headcanon collection thing for Kiba please? Thank you very much
Iâm so sorry for the wait Iâm really struggling with inspiration rn like I have all the words but I just canât write?? Anyways I hope you like nonnieâ¤ď¸â¨
Kiba Headcanons Collection
What He Looks For In An S/O~
Someone who appreciates animals. Of course, dogs are his favorites, but he doesnât hate animals at all, not even cats.
Someone wild who knows how to have a good time, just like Kiba. He wonât enjoy dating a square, just being honest.
He wants a woman whoâs not afraid to stand on her own two; the Inuzuka clan is primarily a matriarchy, meaning heâs used to strong-willed women.
Heâs going to need an emotionally open person, he pretty much wears his heart out on his sleeve, so Kiba needs someone who can articulate their feelings.
Heâs a possessive person, itâs in his nature, so a patient s/o would suit him best.
The saying âsheâs beauty, sheâs grace, sheâll kick you in the faceâ is literally everything heâd ever want.
I can see him with someone smaller than him just because he has a thing for size differences.
He loves confidence and would swoon if his s/o took charge sometimes, in daily life, and in the bedroom.
Kiba is big on physical affection, so someone with the same love for touch is preferable.
Kiba leaves constant hickeys and you canât convince me otherwise, so theyâd best be used to it.
Akamaru has to like you. Period.
Relationship With Kiba Stuff~
This boy loves HARD, like with his whole heart, and heâs not afraid to show it either.
Heâll love taking you out on adventurous outdoorsy dates, usually, Akamaru will come with but every once in a while it might be the two of you.
He likes games and challenges. I could definitely see him turning a treasure hunt into a date.
He actually loves going on missions with you (thereâs nothing sexier than watching his girl kick ass) and will let you do your thing without unnecessary worrying.
Heâs not huge on giving gifts all the time, but he does enjoy treating you to nice places and dates.
He has the nose of a dog. So he can smell your⌠week before you even know itâs there.
âHey, (Y/N)... I, uh, thought you could use this!â *shoves snacks, a heating pad, ice cream, and a teddy bear in your arms*
Heâs not the greatest at picking up on moods, but once he figures it out heâll be all over it.
Youâre probably good friends with Hana and Tsume, which Kiba appreciates, even though he hates sharing you.
He definitely takes you to see the dogs and the puppies, especially when one is just born.
Heâs unashamedly sensitive like just love him, please.
How To Annoy/Lose Him~
First of all, if Akamaru and you donât get along. Akamaru was there from birth so, you know, if he doesnât like you, sorry hun.
Itâs one thing to be appropriately possessive, like not letting girls walk all over you to your man, but he does have female friends and he does not want to be caged.
If youâre not family-oriented. The Inuzuka clan is very much a pack family and everyone is very close.
Donât ignore him or neglect him, he will be hurt.
Kiba enjoys playful banter, but he also knows where the line is and he expects you to as well
Being a genuinely rude person. Okay, yes, Kiba has anger management issues, but heâs not a mean person.
Not having compassion/empathy for others. Itâll disturb him, I promise.
Arrogance and vanity. Kiba knows heâs the shit alright, but heâs not a total jerk about it, and he expects the same from you.
Soft Kiba Things~
Heâs actually pretty good at remembering things like important dates (thanks to his trusty calendar) so youâll be hard-pressed to find him forgetting things like birthdays or anniversaries.
He has a dog plush toy that he will give to you when heâs off on missions. But when youâre off on missions, heâll use your pillow since it smells like you.
Heâs a huge cuddler and the position doesnât matter as long as heâs close to you. (makes an adorable little spoon btw)
He definitely has a secret photo album/box full of candids, drawings from Sai, and little things that reminded him of you (i.e. a pretty flower, a quote, or a trinket) but heâd rather die than let it be found, it would ruin his bad-boy persona.
I feel like Kiba would like to feed you every once in a while. Like not in a weird, fetish way (iykyk) but a romantic thing that was rare?
He would love to train with you, like wow thatâs my s/o and theyâre so strong?
Kiba genuinely melts inside when he sees you and Akamaru interact. Like thatâs his life long companion and the love of his life being friends? Woah.
Heâs touch starved but for no reason at all except for the fact that he loves physical affection so please give him all the cuddles.
Random Kiba Facts~
His love languages are physical touch/quality time.
Heâs not scared of thunderstorms in a traditional way, but just like dogs, the sounds and lightning are overstimulating and heâll usually spend it with ear canceling headphones and in the basement.
Since everyone has a unique natural smell (he really liked yours) heâll most likely complain if you wear heavily scented perfumes/body wash.
He knows heâs not naturally responsible so he creates detailed lists and schedules for himself.
Kiba has a perfectly working bed, but he always ended up on the floor so thatâs where he sleeps now.
Contrary to popular belief, he likes to go as vampires for Halloween (he says heâs a werewolf 364 days of the year let him have one day) because of his fangs and âdrop-dead beautyâ (his words).
He radiates heat like a furnace but somehow still finds a way to be cold at night?
Kiba has a good singing voice. Itâs deep and melodious and no one can tell me differently.
Heâs alright at regular cooking but amazing at gathering spices because he can smell the combinations and stuff so heâll help you season things, but thatâs about it.
Heâs a huge overthinker please help him
Little Things~
Favorite:
Place to kiss: The space where your neck meets your shoulder, something about it just really riles him up.
Way to hug: He loves lifting you up so your legs wrap around his waist. He loves holding you and being able to kiss your neck.
Thing to do with you: He loves hiking or going on long walks, especially at sunset or sunrise.
Cuddle position: He actually loves to lay on your chest and listen to your heartbeat with your arms wrapped around him.
Type of date: Basically anything that includes physical activity or adventure.
This or That:
More of a spring person, a lot of new puppies are born then and the weather is finally nice again.
Morning kind of guy, he loves to go go go and his activities usually require daylight.
He likes to cook, even if heâs not that good at it. Heâll enjoy helping you in the kitchen.
Rarely reads for any reason. Donât read to him either, heâll be super bored.
Conflict Happenings~
The two of you will probably have more stupid âIâm right, youâre wrongâ type arguments, more than real fights tbh.
That is not to say that Kiba wonât participate in a fight. Cause he will.
The both of you are probably screaming so loudly no one knows what anyone is saying itâs just loud.
You getting mad will turn him on tbh (and vice versa too tbh)
Depending on how bad the fight is, he might just start making out with you or yell at you more for distracting him with your hotness.
Youâll be hard-pressed to make him back down during a fight if heâs truly heated, so pick your battles wisely hun.
He really can be sensitive, especially since he will value your opinion so much, so be careful with your words.
In general, heâs not really focused on hurting your feelings, more on winning the argument.
Will probably storm off for a while to calm down, but he is always back before the day is over.
The two of you are used to having fights like that, so a big cuddle session is in order when itâs all said and done.
Modern Kiba~
Heâs definitely the sexy bad boy you couldnât bring home to mother and he both owns and rocks his persona.
He secretly (not so secretly) likes dogs more than his peers, even if he is usually very social.
Heâs the one who always manages to bring alcohol to the parties.
I could see him on a football or soccer team, and being really good too.
Heâs charismatic, funny, good looking, street smart, and has all the It Man⢠qualities and I know heâs the captain/president of some club or team.
Heâs not naturally super smart but his mother ingrained good habits into him so heâs generally pretty good at studying, probably still has a tutor though.
Heâs a very subtle F-boy, has a few girls he does regularly that donât know about each other and thatâs that.
He probably has a part-time job at a shelter, since heâs not big on working.
Always at parties and is always the center of attention. Everyone loves him.
The red fangs were a result of him being absolutely hammered yet everyone seemed to find them incredibly hot.
Heâs a loyal friend, but he also wonât hesitate to cut you off if you wrong him (he liked his dog better anyway)
Heâs so messy itâs up to his roommate to keep him in shape, and thankfully itâs Shino, who somehow manages to keep it a decently tidy living space.
Has the worst hangovers ever but still never learns??
Heâs the wild friend that spices up everyoneâs life and knows that you need his craziness.
Bite me, Kiba, plz
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11 with Xavier 𼺠plz!
11. Telling them a dumb joke just to see their smileÂ
A/N: cant believe I actually wrote something after MONTHS. This is trash Iâm sorry :( and things got out of hand because itâs about 2k words oops, but thank you for the ask darling, I had funđ¤ (Despite my proofreading there might be grammar mistakes because of my italian illiterate ass, so please be nice)
Warnings: theyâre ghosts here, but honestly just dumb jokes, fluff and a heated moment but if you blink youâll miss it haha
Itâs one of those mornings. One of those mornings when the sunlight peaks through the window waking you up. But why even bother sleeping when youâre dead? Well, call it a habit, call it boredom, call it not wanting to let go that crumb of routine which, as much as possible, allows you to keep holding on to whatever is the shred of humanity left within you; like a fading flame that, for some reason, is still burning. Or at least this is the only way to not dissociate from reality and preserve your sanity.
Based on the amount of light, it must be almost 9 am.
Before even opening your eyes, you already know that he isnât there. Itâs when you turn to the other side of the bed that you get the confirmation; heâs not beside you, just crumpled sheets cold to the touch.
It's one of those mornings you perfectly know where he went. As much as he may not want to admit it, Xavier is pretty predictable.
Halloween has just slipped by, and all of you however-reluctant-residents of Camp Redwood spent 24 hours of complete freedom from that hellmouth, that place which does nothing but constantly remind you of that life that none of the souls stuck there had the chance to live. 24 hours to do âwhatever the hell you wantâ. On this occasion, you guys are used to split up and part from each other; it has become a sort of established practice not talking about what you did on those hours, a somewhat âprivate full-day experienceâ that you all have this silent agreement to not share.
But then there was Montana being Montana, who enthusiastically bragged about how many frat guys and girls she hooked up with and then mercilessly killed at those wild college gatherings, despite your well-known disappointment on killing innocent people in cold blood. But actually, youâre almost a hundred percent certain that she and Trevor annually spent that day together, doing crazy things and partying all night long. For the first few years, after becoming aware that all the trapped souls are somehow unbound from the invisible restraints and free to step outside the borders of the âslaughter campâ, acclimatizing to the evolution and changing of times has been particularly challenging.
You were the one of the gang that for years had used those 24 hours to find a way to set you spirits free from redwood, once and for all. You talked to mediums and psychics, charlatans, coming close to obsession; it has been Xavier who persuaded you to let go, begging to just give up.
âXav, there must be a way out of this, a loopholeâŚsomething that could release our souls and let us move on, I-â
âBabe stop, we tried hard enough, but that's just the way it isâŚand then at least thereâs a bright side,â he claimed with a faint smile, stroking your cheek with his thumb.
âAnd what on earth can that be?â you sighed.
âWe've got all eternity to be together.â
Heâs always been your rock. A hotshot and a dork too, but still. You wouldnât want anybody else by your side for the rest of your non-life.Â
So, from that moment, once a year, you and Xavier chose to make the most of your âday offâ going on dates, like normal couples do. For over three decades.
Then, as they say, the sun comes up and reality sets in.
And every time, without skipping a year, having to go back to the camp and dealing with that dreadful reality killed Xavierâs mood drastically. His aching heart led him to want to pass the day after in complete isolation, lost in his thoughts, grieving about what he has lost.
âI need to be alone for a while, Y/Nâ he used to mumble with a shrug, his usual confidence gone all at once, âThis âletâs play humansâ thing was a mistake.âÂ
And every single year you let him walk away, respecting what has now become a sort of ritual, of cathartic moment. Year after year seeing all those people living their lives, achieving their dreams, having a purpose, or just solely breathing was too much for Xavier. Realizing that he wonât ever have anything of this. For this reason, you always gave him space. But not today. Youâve always felt powerless; all you want is finding a way to let your boyfriend know that, as he had said decades ago, âitâs time to move on and accept your new realityâ. No more sorrow. If thereâs something you know is how to cheer up your favorite aerobics instructor.Â
On this November 1st of what should be 2020, Xavier is, as well as the last twenty years, sitting on the dock by the lake and staring off into space, surrounded by a disturbing silence.
âBooâ you seductively whispered in the shell of his ear, appearing out of nowhere kneeled behind him.
âNice try,â he replies sarcastically, albeit his tone was rather emotionless, plain. ââŚbut I can tell when youâre around.â He doesnât even turn, totally unimpressed by your weak attempt of scaring him.
âLameâ you smirk, suddenly getting up, âThought you could use some company, tough boy.â
You canât see his face but youâre sure he is rolling his eyes now. He just sighs. Oh, and do you love his drama queen manners.
Without a real invitation to join him, you sit down again, this time right next to him, swinging your legs off the dock. You stare at the same direction heâs looking at, nervously tapping your fingers on the hard-wooden planks to the beat of an 80âs song.
âSo,â you casually begin, though he seems pretty lost in his own thoughts, âWhy donât we skinny dip? I bet that could wash away that sad face.â you grin, biting your lip.Â
Youâve never been this cheeky before, but whatâs wrong in testing the waters?! Honestly, youâre not even sure he is actually paying attention to what youâre saying; you feel almost lucky he acknowledged your presence. You sure as hell wonât budge or back off this time, you wonât indulge his annual pity party. This time you are more than determined to make your boyfriend feel better, even unleashing your secret anti-sadness weapon.
Evidently caught off guard from this unusual boldness, Xavier lifts his head and turns to you with a surprised look on his face, but frowning at the same time.
Damn it, how can he be so attractive even when he furrows his brows like that?
Right now, the glare of sunlight on the water is perfectly reflecting off his sharp features, and, in this one moment, itâs like everything else falls away, and itâs just the two of you. Nothing else matters but him. Just a few seconds and youâre positive youâre going to forget the reason why you are there in the first place.
Itâs the soft sound of his voice that brings you back to reality.
âIâm not sad.â
You shoot him a spare-me-that-bullshit-glance, that doesnât go unnoticed, since he immediately emphasizes what he said in an attempt to make it sound more convincing, a few octaves higher.
âIâm not sad, Y/N!â
Very well Xav, time to bring out the big guns then.
With what you think is the most serious and straight expression your face can make in that moment, you tenderly place a hand on this cheek, which results in his brows furrowing even more, as if heâs silently questioning your sudden change of demeanor. Heâs already preparing to get your lecture when instead you come up with:
âDo you know why ghosts are terrible liars?â
With a combo of a dramatic pause and a poker face, you bite the inside of your cheek noting his confused and puzzled look, âYou can see right through them.â
Xavierâs blue eyes suddenly widen, shocked by your brainless joke that youâre certain he wasnât expecting. You remain silent and he looks at you with his mouth slightly open, completely speechless.
âNo way, no no no,â his eyebrows raised even further, âYou didnât say what youâve just said.â and despite his apparent grimace, he lets out a loud laugh he really canât hold back.
âAny chance to unhear this cringe-worthy joke?â
âOh stop, it wasnât that bad.â
âAre you kidding me?â he dramatically snorts. Theatrical might be the right word to describe the way your boyfriend always reacts when heâs at a loss of words.
âIf you were searching for a non-physical way to kill me, you just found it.â he puts a hand on his forehead.
âThen why are you laughing, blondie?â you tease him.
âBecause youâre the worst comedian ever, baby.â
Yeah? A bulb glows on your head.
âI disagree. Now tell me, what do you call a ghost-comedian?â
âDonât you dare.â he warns
âDEAD-FUNNYâ you scream back, then bursting into laughter.
It starts as a chuckle, but soon Xavier canât help but mirror your reaction, cracking up himself.
Itâs a laughter that fills his lungs, so hard that it takes his breath away, loud yet so warm and pleasant. The lack of oxygen doesnât matter. All the distress of the past few days melts; as long as you two stay together, the tension is relieved.
âJeez, youâre lucky youâre the love of my life,â he lightly shakes his head, â...otherwise I would run away from you as fast as I can.â he lies, lightly bumping your shoulder.
Fixing quite unconsciously his signature bleached hair, always perfectly styled, has been his tic for ages. The first time you noticed it was when he nervously tried to divert attention from his blushing, finally bent on making a move on you. You two were friends, but head over the heels for each other.
He smiles at himself; even the thought alone of spending the eternity in that purgatory without you is inconceivable.
âWhy donât you write a book with all these bad jokes?!â he mocks you.
âOnly with you as a ghostwriter!â and proud of your quick-but-cheap pun, you put on a massive shit-eating grin on your face.
âAre you fucking with me, Y/N?â Xavier smiles at you lovingly, pinching your side that he knows is a ticklish-weak-spot.Â
Your body twitches to escape his hold and push his hands away, but when you grab his wrists something shifts inside you. Are your eyes clouded withâŚis it lust? Youâre not sure what it is, but you give him a little smirk, and, much to Xavierâs surprise, you straddle him placing your hands on his toned chest.
âNot yet, babeâŚunless it is what you want.â
âGod Y/N, you suck at flirtingâ he claims but the groan that slips out means he canât hide his arousal as much as he would.
âTeach me, then. Still got the moves?â you slightly shift, making sure to adjust your position with a slow grind against his half-boner. He hisses and lets out a little moan in response.
âVery well, but I think we should work on your flexibility first.â
What follows is a series of slow open-mouthed kisses on your jaw and love bites on his neck. You will never get tired of this, not even in a million years.
âHey, Romeo and Ghouliet! Stop fucking your brains out and get over hereâŚwe have a sort of guest.â Chet screams from the lakeshore.
âWe are not!â You both manage to say, reluctantly interrupting your heated kiss.
âIâm dead dears, not stupid.â the brunette winks.
Damn cockblocker.
âA guest?â Xavier questions, tilting his head and looking at you as if you know what Chet is talking about. You shrug and ask the athlete who this person is and what exactly they want.
âI think itâs about ourâŚcondition. Clairvoyance shit, I donât know. Her name is Billie Dean Howard or something.â Chet explains, not sure either what all this is about.
Xavier is the first to get up, helping you do the same.
âMaybe sheâs just a ghost-obsessed freak who wants to reopen the camp?!â you wonder out loud and tenderly link your hand with your boyfriendâs, ready to go.
âYeah, maybe. But it wouldnât be a bad idea, though.â
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hi!! not sure if ur matchups r open right now, but if they are, could i please get a male hq match?
for appearance, i'm 5'6 with dark hair, curtain bangs, and dark blue eyes. my hobbies include making playlists, competitive swimming (i'm my high school's varsity captain), baking, guitar, and stardew valley. i'm also a big night owl.
my personality is entp 5w4. i'm a sag sun, aries moon, gemini rising. ppl say i'm funny, intelligent, argumentative, and impulsive. i'll make fun of anything and everything. i'm also very independent and prefer to work "behind the scenes."
though it's not always what i attract, i really admire ppl who are calming, responsible, and dry-humored. my love language is physical touch and gift giving.
thank u!!!đĽş
đ¤ a/n : hi there !! lemme just say real quick that THIS is the ideal format for a matchup request, if itâs ok with you i might put a link to this post in my upcoming matchup rules to use it as an example (but only if youâre ok with it !) so thank you fellow gemini rising !! <33
(as a reward) i ship you with the actual #1 on my simp listâŚ
đđđđ !
letâs get started, shall we ?
⢠thereâs something about suna dating someone with curtain bangs that just makes a lot of sense to me, donât ask why
⢠he would probably ask you to get a shared spotify account with hundreds of playlists that have like, super specific names but at the same time are very very chaotic
⢠also, youâre a swimmer so that means your shoulderâs range of motion is probably really good and yayyy thatâs a common point between you two !!
⢠oh and he would have the time of his life with a s/o that knows how to play the guitar. heâd constantly be like ÂŤÂ oh can you play this song ? and this one ? oh and tHIS ONE ! 
⢠heâd definitely show you off in his story because he wants everyone to see that heâs dating someone talented
⢠youâd definitely have video games nights together at least once a week, bonus point if you bake something before or after
⢠because letâs face it : baking at 3am with suna must be pretty amazing
⢠even more if your love language is physical touch, just a thought ^^
⢠also, did you say argumentative ?? plz that would kill him. everytime youâd give your opinion to someone heâd be a few steps behind you, arms crossed like ÂŤÂ damn right, you tell em Âť
⢠iâll be honest, suna might not be the most responsible but heâs definitely not the least - on a responsibility scale heâs probably be in the middle. bUT : calming and dry-humored ? thatâs right up his alley
⢠and finally : he would loveee your impulsiveness, and therefore never ever get bored of you
⢠same thing goes for your independence ! heâd be reassured to know that you donât need to constantly rely on others. we love a supportive bf <3
<33
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Toes |Harry Styles|
Warnings: a lil bit of cursing, lots of fluff , sexual comment or two nothing serious. Â
Word Count:Â 1k
A/N: This is a lil short blurb I wrote in like 15 minutes because I havenât posted in a while. I dunno, I like the idea of Harry painting his gfâs toes heâs so excited about it. oH im soft! Anywho enjoy itâs really short! if you guys want to request lil blurbs plz do I love a soft!harry. Â
ASK BOXÂ
Harry thinks (Y/N) is a real, put together woman.
She has a college degree, goes to work on time every day, a beautiful home that smells strongly of peppermint every time he comes over (something he quite enjoys), a collection of work clothes, pencil skirts, blouses and pants suits, that she tries on just for Harry because he cannot seem to get enough of her when she's all dressed up from head to toe looking very professional, and she always always always has her nails and toes done. She doesn't get them too long (only for when she goes on vacation) because she usually has to type all day but they're long enough to where Harry has found himself daydreaming her wrapping her fingers around his cock and pump him a few times like the tease she is at the wrong times. He's always thought a woman who keeps her nails and toes painted and trimmed was sexy. He really doesn't like nubby fingers, thinks they're quite gross but he'd never say that aloud. There have been a few occasions in which he's had to shake hands with someone who has those god awful nubs but he's managed to hide his disgust and greet them with a tight-lipped smile.
He doesn't know why but it's just one of those little things that make his cock hard. Some women, (Y/N) for example, find things like men reaching behind the passenger seat while backing out, sexy (don't judge her, she can't help but drool at the very prominent veins that happen to poke out of Harry's arms when he does so.) And Harry just likes nails and toes. He likes her toes a lot, maybe a little too much perhaps. Like the good boyfriend he is, he's always offering a foot massage after a long day of work to ease her nerves. Sometimes if it's a movie day and she has her feet on his lap, he can't help but play with them, just thinks they're the cutest things!
"Please baby, if you let me do them you won't even have to go to the shop. Promise I won't mess them up!"
He's been begging like a baby for the past ten minutes or so if he could paint his girlfriend's toes. Of course, she's apprehensive, no one's ever offered to paint her toes and she's not even sure if Harry's capable of doing it himself. She's absolutely sure he'd make a mess. She's doesn't favor doing them herself which is why she has no problem going to Ky's Nails just down the road and paying someone to do them for her (they do a much better job than she ever could anyway). "I dunno babe, do you even know what you're doing?" she smiles, raising an eyebrow at Harry who's found comfort in resting his head on her thighs recently. "Course I do! Couldn't be that hard, no?" he sat up, his green orbs meeting hers. He really really really wants to paint them. Thinks he'll do a proper job, maybe even better than Ky! "Fine, you know where the polish is," she rolls her eyes, giving in. He shouts a yes! and runs to the back to grab the white polish and the top coat she keeps for dire emergencies. She's only had to use it once or twice, she didn't do a bad job but she is a perfectionist so she spent nearly twenty minutes on each foot, carefully applying the polish and cleaning up the edges with a q-tip dipped in acetone. Took too much of her time, which is why she began getting them done professionally. They even give her a small bottle of lavender scented lotion for free right before she pays. Â
"You should get more colors, white's boring petal," Harry entered the living room again plopping down right in front of her feet. She explained how that'd be a waste of money, no matter how cheap polish is, to buy more colors when she'll never use them. "Oh come on! I'll buy them, just wanna paint your toes more they're cute! They'd be cuter with more color, love." he suggests, (Y/N) rolls her eyes and flicks her wrist telling him to get on with it.
He snickers, smacking the bottle on his hand a few times before opening it and he's off!... to a really bad start. He'd already managed to spill polish on (Y/N)'s floor (thank God it's wood and not carpet) and he's apologized profusely, each time she kisses his cheek assuring him that it's fine, I'll clean it later. She thinks it's quite funny though, but she does her very best to contain her laughter. "Oi, stop smirking like that. Already feel bad enough," he mumbled, brushing over her toe getting polish all over her feet and she laughs, unable to contain it anymore. Her left foot looks as though she's spilled white paint all over her feet; he's managed to get it everywhere, clumsy boy he is. "Oh for fucks sakes!" he laughs, wiping her foot "M'sorry lovie. I'll stop now." He closes the bottle and places it besides the top coat and the nail polish remover he's yet to make use of. (Y/N) smiles, leaning down to kiss his cheeks, "keep going baby, I love them." Heâs grinning from ear to ear opening up the bottle again to start on her right foot. "Gonna do it right this time," he whispers, more to himself than her.
She watches as he carefully paints each of his toes, cursing if he gets too much on it. He bites his lip in concentration and focuses solely on painting her pretty little toes. He finishes not too long after, lifting her foot gently to admire his work. "Did a better job on this one, yeah?" he giggles, bursting at the seams with joy of how good he did. "Could do your toes from now on, button!" Â
(Y/N) thinks that's a splendid idea.
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I canât believe itâs time to find out the consequences of Fjordâs accidental mistakes and bad decisions
lol I almost panicked when Travis wasnât at the table like he HAS to be here for this
I like the âoh nosâ coming from the rest about Samâs ad
SAM NO
LOL MATTâS FACE
Sam doesnât know what any of his Scottish means he probably just insulted his own mother
Heâs gonna give Cad Mollyâs necklace ITâS FINE IM NOT EMOTIONAL EXCEPT I AM
Wow okay Cad and Caleb can yâall chill and not give me emotions? Thanks.
B: *hands over Frumpkin*
C: âYou have three or four more days you knowâ
B: âDO I?!â *grabs Frumpkin back and sticks him in her pocket*
I sure hope Sprinkles is alright after almost drowning along with the rest of them, poor thing
FJORD WAS HER FIRST SEMI-KISS
This whole interaction is super cute im dying
Fjord listen no pressure but try not to break her heart
Nott somehow always makes me a little sad
LOL oh this advice Nott. Amazing.
lol the clerics spoiling Mattâs plans for a supply stop
YES GOOD PLEASE ACQUIRE THE SKILLS NEEDED FOR SAILING
Marisha looks so excited
JESTER NO CRUSHING UP YOUR DIAMONDS FOR TATTOOS DO YOU UNDERSTAND
yâall need those
for revivifying or whatever
listen though, they absolutely all need matching sparkle tattoos someday though I want it real bad
OOO are they gonna do pirate shit??? Attack the ship and steal stuff?
This is a test if I ever saw one
Guys donât do it please itâs such a bad idea
I just feel like Avantica is testing Fjord with basically everything
Guys please just donât
Cadâs right itâs a bad decision
FJORD
YOU
FUCKING
IDIOT
FJORD IS A FJUCKING FJOOL
this is such a bad idea
Jester giving him the salty shoulder
âI feel like this is somehow connected to your previous bad decisionsâ yes Cad please keep shaming him
lol Not going crazy with the canon stuff
oh damn fjord
lol buddy Nott doesnât even need that anymore goofy boy
Samâs gonna roll really bad and Nottâs gonna hit the ship I can feel it
A NAT 1
okay it didnât fire okay
Nott darling youâre going to blow up your own ship
âfire boy! go, gogo!â
âAlright, so you owe us a canon.â
Oh lord
20 thank god
SHIIIIIIIPS
Theyâre gonna end up with wanted posters when they get back to shore
Fjord honey what are you doing this isnât even like you. Is this about gaining Avanticaâs trust? At what cost??
Caduceus the Cool Calm Guy
God this is just⌠so bad
Iâm serious theyâre going to end up being wanted criminals
fjord
why the fuck did you give him your real name
Caduceus is the only smart one, hiding his face
stop using youâre real names Fjord for fuckâs sake be smart
Caleb plz stop
oh god guys this isnât worth the trouble
this is gonna be so bad im so on edge
this is where the fight will break out
Jester what are you going to do oh no
Poor Liab
JESTER YOU CANT TATTOO SOMEONE AGAINST THEIR WILL
here we go I hope youâre ready to live with your bad decisions Fjord
Are they even considering that whatever this magical item is, itâll probably go straight to Avantica?
âI donât trust Avanticaâ Beau says to Caleb through Frumpkin while members of Avanticaâs crew are present.
Frumpkin being able to attack is cool as frick I like that
Donât die Frumpkin
âtwelve renegade points, one point paragon!â lol Matt
I like how Beauâs like âweâre trying to be good peopleâ but then threatens to slit his throat. Like FYI Beau, threatening someone over something you donât have a right to, that youâre STEALING, after ATTACKING THIS GUY, is not how good people act.
Beau leave him alone
Seriously
Somehow this was only a minor disaster. So far. If they donât end up with wanted posters because theyâre pirates I will be shocked.
I donât like anything that Avantica approves of. I donât trust her.
She knows. She so knows theyâre hiding something.
Caleb so cute talking about cats and books
They need to not look right now. They need to put it in the bag and leave it until they get far away from Avantica.
PAPERRRR
The Not There Fairy, cousin to the Metagaming pigeon
Ohhhh Beau you gonna get a tattoo like Mollyâs??
Okay⌠darling⌠but maybe not an eye though that just seems like itâs inviting trouble
âBut you know heâs deadâ WOW
ITâS THE BARBIE RAPUNZEL PAINTBRUSH
Jester. Iâm begging you. Save that paint for when yâall actually need a door.
(Also @Taliesin just tell us all what Molly would think of it please Inquiring Minds want to know)
Let Caduceus have the shield
I hope you all feel like guilty fucks tbh that was just not necessary
Oh no mediocre perception checkâŚ.
Beau please donât try sneaking into her office my god thatâs a terrible idea
lol Laura you little shit xD
âYou should seduce herâ and Fjordâs over here like lol right uh sure totally thatâs a good idea uhhuh
B: âI think if we donât do anything, it means your eventual demise.â
F: âWell thatâs⌠fucking dark.â
At least theyâre finally thinking and really really realizing how bad things are for them right now.
Cad: âIf we want to find the ship I think I can help.â
F: âWith the seducing?!â
Cad: âWhatâŚ? no!â
Beau really wants to seduce Avantica.
Caduceus with his naps. He is me.
Fjord and Caleb conference! Itâs been a while.
MMMM I LIKE THIS
âHave you ever sacrificed anything to achieve a greater goal?â OHHH FJORD IF YOU ONLY KNEW
Talking about Papa Widogast
âI have tried to live up to the man that he was, and I have⌠largely failed, but I picked up what I could.â ITâS FINE IM NOT CRYING (yeah i am).
âI think traveling with all of you has emboldened me some. I was alone for a long time. And I⌠I like this group. I like traveling with you, Fjord.â
Okay Fjord what are you trying to get at now?
FJORD TRUSTING CALEB TO WATCH HIS BACK WITH AVANTICA my heart
oh.
âcan i count on you to⌠right the ship, if need be?â
oh i donât like the sound of that at all.
I donât like this conversation
What is Fjord asking? That Caleb take him out if need be? That he makes sure the group gets out if Avantica manages to kill Fjord?
THE TRAVELER
I donât trust him at all
J: âWeâre piratesâ
TT: âI know. :)â
TT: âThat seed of chaosâ DO NOT LIKE
âWell there are many different enchantmentsââ RED FLAG RED FLAG BIG RED FLAG
heâs such a creep i hate him someone protect jester from him
he has literally gotten more and more creepy every fucking time
this is absolutely a sinister voice Matt is using too
âPreferably where it will be the least expected⌠and the creepiest to findâ okay that was kinda funny
âthe time is coming soon when you will meet the rest of your brethrenâ DO NOT LIKE
Like Iâm not sure heâs EVIL but he creeps me out and I donât like him
Fjord dream Fjord dream Fjord dream
Fjord dreaming about them bare naked ladies.
From ocean to sky to ocean again.
I donât think I like this.
Watching, learn, reward.
Nope donât like.
Smart move grabbing the map
But shit, did Avantica see the same place? If she was in the dream too I bet she did.
Nott, my darling, can you not
LOL
MATT YOU TRICKSTER
a handful of pepper made into a pepper bolt
âThe Revelryâ oh lord itâs a pirate colony with a court of captains or something isnât it. Like in PotC3.
Or like Tortuga.
âThe Plank Kingâ I KNEW IT
pirate court
Avantica is absolutely gonna challenge the Plank King?
âWelcome to Dark Townâ thanks Matt
Iâm loving all this history/lore stuff Matt is so good at this kind of thing.
âTakes some notesâ I do NOT like that
Poor Orli and the crew.
I thought for sure Avantica was gonna stab Gimati.
Caduceus really wanted to have some Words with Gimati.
B: âMarius the MarinerâŚ. LePuaâŚ. LePainâŚ.?â
Cad: âThat was really good, do me! :Dâ
B: âCaduceus the⌠JuicesâŚ?â
Listen, Fjord, guys, you owe these people. You hired them and then dragged them into SO MUCH SHIT you didnât tell them about. And you canât just leave them here, or refuse to pay them
Like you hired all these people and dragged them into your shit and now you're like "you can keep working for no extra money or you can stay here on pirate island" wow Fjord Iâm massively unimpressed. Like I know the whole moral leanings of the whole group have been shifty but come on. This is really not cool.
âBy the way, you guys are members of the Revelry.â
So first they joined a crime lord's syndicate and now they joined a pirate gang
*insert faceplam gif here*
Uh-ohâŚ
James Tybalt, assistant to the Plank King
lol Fjord is the worst pirate, forgetting to deal with the money.
As much as I enjoy having a less than perfectly heroic group, I do wish they'd try to be just SLIGHTLY less awful sometimes
Harpy jerky as a gift. I love Nott.
Yasha is very Done with all of this.
Cad: âI serve nature and Iâm the maker of fine graves.â
N: âI just love water so much.â
Y: âI like to punch things?â
Hnnn why notes
Iâm glad yâall didnât ALL give them real names
Oh lord, so now if they attack Avantica (and donât manage to kill her and everyone else) theyâll have the Revelry after them
Theyâre super doomed
Oh
Oh lord he took the previous kingâs hair
Oh man donât try hitting on Beau
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh SHIT he asked Beau to keep an eye on Avantica and to snitch on her
Thatâs good. Thatâs a good. They finally have something going for them (as long as Avantica doesnât find out)
God this night was a continued disaster. But it was super good. Stressful but fun.
âHow did this happen?â The question we all want to have answered, Sam.
âGood shit, Matt.â Agreed!!
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Could u plz write a singledad!cal imagine where he hires the reader to take care of his 4 year old lil girl and the lil girl and Y/N bond and lil baby hood called her mommy one night and cal starts falling for her and itâs fluffy cause she becomes a mother figure for his lil girl Iâm soft wow
Oof. THis hURT me. Okay. I put off studying for my huge exam tomorrow to write this. But iâm glad I did. I hope you like it and itâs what you had in mind. ;) bYE.
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âHave a good night, Mr. Hood. Bye Sweetheart.â You say asyou lean down to give the small girl a hug.
âWhat did I tell you? Call me Calum.â Your boss reminds you.You give a weak chuckle in response. The truth is, youâd love to call him thatbut you donât want to cross that line with him. You knew that if you became toofriendly with him, it wouldnât be hard to fall for him. As evident by the latenights you spent at his house that turned into sleepovers because he didnâtwant you to have to be out in the night too late and the many social gatheringyou had attended with him and his little girl. Youâd been nannying for Calumfor the past six months. His young daughter, just barely four years old, adoredyou as much as you adored her.
Calum was very busy and as a result you spent a lot of yourtime at his house even if he was there because you would be on all for wheneverhe needed to leave and couldnât bring his sweet girl with him. His daughter wasthe spitting image of her dad. Large brown eyes and curly black hair thatsoftly hit her shoulders. She had the sweetest cheeks in the world and youalways found it hard to resist reaching out to pinch one or give her a kiss.
Calum on the other hand wasalways confused by (Y/N). One second, she was fitting right into their familydynamic and the next she was holding him at armâs length. Â He did know however that he was always happyto have her around. She helped make his life a bit calmer but also filled hisempty house with warmth and excitement.
He couldnât deny that one ofthe reasons he had hired her in the first place was less than professional. Hefelt an instant spark of attraction when he met her and knew his daughter wouldget on well with her. He was soon introducing her to his bandmates and familywho all loved her as well. One night, his daughter came into his room askingwhere Miss (Y/N) was because sheâd had a nightmare. Calum knew she approved ofthe newest person in her life. He explained to her that Miss (Y/N) was a veryspecial person in their lives but she couldnât be there all the time like Daddywould always be. But the fact that his little girl was so attached to you insuch a short period of time made him realize there might be something behindthat initial attraction.
âDid you know mommy is pickingme up from your practice, Uncle Ash?â Sweetheart asked one day before bandpractice had started.
âYour mommy?â Ashton askedwith concern clouding on his face, he quickly looked for Cal. âIâll be rightback, go see your Uncle Luke.â
âOkey dokey!âShe repliedcheerfully before skipping over to wear Luke was scribbling down lyrics.
âHey Cal. Did you know sheâscalling (Y/N) her mommy now? You should probably talk to them both about that.âAsh tells Calum once he finds him.
Calum makes a mental note to talkto his girl later that night when he gets home but in the meantime decides tomention it (Y/N) when she gets there. Ashton returns to where his niece isstanding with Luke. Michael had join the pair in his absence and was now makingthe small child burst into hysterics.
Just then, (Y/N) walked intothe practice space. The other boys kept their niece occupied while Calummotioned for you to follow him back into the hallway.
âSo, I have somethingimportant to talk to you about. Ashton told me that my girl was calling youmommy.â Before he even had a chance,you butt in.
âI had no idea, if I did Iwould have corrected her. I swear.â You stuttered, you didnât want to get introuble or for him to think you were trying to replace her mom. âIâm so sorry.â
âI know you didnâtâ He smiledgently at you. âIâm gonna talk to her later about it, I just wanted to give youa heads up. She really loves you, you know. It was really hard, on me more thanher I think, when her mom Passed away. It was hard knowing she would neverreally know her mom, or have that figure. Even though, we werenât togetheranymore, we were still really good friends and she wouldâve been an amazing momhad she had more time. I also want to thank you for everything youâve done forour family and for making her so loved beyond her Uncles and I. I was reallyreluctant when I decided to hire some extra help, but as time went on and shegot older, I knew I had to. I am just really glad it was you who we chose tobring into our family.â
Your hand was resting on Calumâsupper arm, your thumb stroking gentle circles on his bicep. You hadnât realizedyouâd even reach out but you gave his arm a quick squeeze before pulling back.
âI never met her mom, but Iâmsure she was amazing and I am so sorry she will never get the chance to knowher daughter. She truly is amazing.â You quietly reply.
âI just worry about her, Iknow Iâm not as present as I would like to be. BU tI hope she turns out okayand that Iâm doing a somewhat okay job.â He leans against the wall his backslumping into the brick pattern. He slowly slides down the wall and sits on theground. After a moment of hesitation you join him.
âYouâre doing great. She is somuch like you from what I can tell. Besides just her looks, the beautiful browneyes that I personally can never say no to,â At this Calum chuckles.
âNeither can anyone else.â Headds.
âBut she is always smiling, sheis such a happy little girl. She is sweet and funny and so smart. You are doinggreat, she will be just fine. Sheâs just like you.â You tell him with all yourconfidence.
âThank you, (Y/N).â He says ashe grabs a hold of your hand.
You knew it wasnât meant inanyway other than a friendly Thanks-For-Comforting-Me way, but it still sentbutterflies into your stomach. Unlike other times that you felt yourself gettingclose when you would usually pull yourself away, you let him hold your handthis time. The two of you sat in silence. You took in the details in thehallway around you to distract yourself from the fact that you heart was racingand hoping that your boss couldnât hear it. Â As you sat there, you began to think you werenâtthe only one feeling something and maybe it was time to let your guard down abit.
Later that night, as you weretucking the sweet girl into bed, you heard the front door open. The rest ofyour day had been uneventful. When you got home you guys had made Mac N Cheesefor dinner and then decided to watch Moana on the couch where she had promptlyfallen asleep between you and Duke. When the movie finished, you left her onthe couch to sleep while you did dishes and a quick clean up before carryingher to her bedroom upstairs. Calum got back a lot earlier than you expectedhim, too. It was only nine thirty, normally he wouldnât get back until around11 as he and the boys would get a drink often times after practice.
You met him at the bottom of thestairs.
âI just tucked her into bed,she conked out in the middle of Moana. How was practice?â You asked.
âIt was good, long butproductive. We got some new writing done.â He responded.
âOkay, well, Iâm gonna takeDuke out real quick before I leave.â You told him before turning down the hallto find the old dog.
âGive me a second and Iâlljoin you. We can take him for a walk.â Calum called.
You worked on getting Duke leashedup and grabbing a bag while you waited for Calum to join you. When he did, hepulled the door open and motioned for you to go first. You led duke out of thedoorway and onto the sidewalk down to the street. The night was cool but inyour sweater and jeans, you felt comfortable. It was quiet between the two ofyou, the only noise was cars in the distance and crickets chirpingsteadily. Â It wasnât until about a blockfrom the house that either of you said anything.
âSo, I was thinking about whatyou said today. You really think sheâs just like me, even the eyes you canâtsay no to?â Calum teased as he nudged your shoulder with his.
You could feel a heat risingto your cheeks.
âUm, thereâs a quality to bigbrown eyes that Iâve always had a weakness for.â You told him under your breath.âBut yes, I do think she takes after you a lot.â
For the second time that, hereaches out to grab your hand. And for the second time, you let him.
âThat means a lot. Iâm happyto know someone thinks Iâm doing okay.â
âI also wanted to apologizeagain about her calling me her mom.â A breath falls from your lips.
âItâs alright. Iâm glad toknow sheâs with someone every day that she cares so much for. And if she wereto call anyone her mommy again, Iâm glad itâs you.â He says, but once he realizeswhat he had said, his eyes widen. âI mean not like, youâre her mom or weâretogether or anything but, you know.â
âOh yeah. Totally. Got it. Iknow.â Stammers out of your mouth.
Itâs quiet again. But not forlong.
âI mean not that that would bethe worst thing you being like her mom or anything. I mean, you are definitelyattractive and you love her, and she loves you. And youâre great, like, I dolike you, like that, I mean.â
Wait, what? Your head isspinning. Who knew a simple walk could make you this out of breath?
âYou do?â You finally say inresponse. Â
âI do? I do what?â He asks.
âUm, like me?ââ
âOh.â Realization dawns on hisface again. âSorry, you make me nervous and I donât always know what Iâm sayingaround you. I feel like a schoolgirl. But, yeah. I do. I like you, have for awhile. But if you donât feel the same, I hope we can remain friends and youâllstick around. I donât want to hurt my little girl, she would be devastated ifyou left.â Cal says, growing more confident with each word, but you can tell,behind the facade, that heâs still really nervous. So you stop and turn to lookat him.
âMaybe we could go outsometime, like on a date?â You squeak out.
âYeah, Iâd really like that.âHe smiles down at you. âI know itâs kind of soon but for as logn as Iâve knownyou, Iâve always wondered what kissing you would be like.â
âWell, I can tell you. Itâssuperb, best experience youâll ever have kissing someone.â You tease him and helaughs.
âI mean, can I kiss you?â Heasks.
âYeah, Iâd really like that.â
#CalumHood #calumhooddad #dadcalum #rosesfromcthrequests
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How They Met Chapter 14
A/N: Hey! Iâm still here. Sorry for the delay between updates. Iâve been working on this honestly. Editing and adding to it of course. (Thereâs smut coming I swear to the six.) Also been debating on something. If I were to write an alternate ending to the first one I had planned an episode happiness as it were, Would anyone be interested? Let me know plz.
@valkyrieofardyn @shigekihizashi @blindedstarlight @lola-mcevil13
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Turns out I didnât have to worry. I was sitting on the shaded steps outside of the power plant when I heard a whistle. I looked back and beamed.
âCindy!â
âHey girl. Whatâs up?â
âWaiting on the boys. Holly called for backup.â she nodded as she came closer.
âI heard. Kind of why I came running.â She sat down next to me and smiled.
âHope you donât mind. Pawpaw needed the truck so I had to take Bella.â I stopped then.
âWaitâŚ.â She smiled and flashed my spare key. I forgot I gave that to her. I laughed then and she smiled.
âGave her a look over while you were gone. She should be good for a long while. Those empire techs knew what they were doing.â I stopped then.
âWho told youâŚ?â
âThe boys. Ignis was the quietest. I donât think he likes you hanging around them too much.â
âI know he doesnâtâŚ. Noctis just told me whyâŚ. He had a crush on me.â Cindy cringed then and I nodded.
âKind of just crushed itâŚ. Cus the guy that the boys keep running intoâŚâ I could feel the blush then.
âWeâre datingâŚ.â She looked over stunned and I covered my face.
âYouâŚ. You're dating!? Finally!â
âOh shut it!!! You know damn well why I haven't before now!â She started laughing then and I groaned covering my face. At least till I heard the gate open. We both straightened up and I soon ran.
âGladio!!â He looked up and smiled.
âHey! Sup?â
âNothing much. Where the hell youâve been?â He chuckled then.
âLong story. It was worth it tho.â I nodded and soon the boys started talking. I snuck away and headed for my jeep. They had it together now that gladio was home.
I got home about an hour later and just crashed on the couch. I was worn out and I didnât feel like walking back to my bedroom. My boots were waiting by the door drying out and I just hit the couch. My phone was still dead silent but I didnât mind. I got up long enough to scrub off some of the swampy mess on my legs and wash out my hair before I went back to the couch and turned on my small tv. I turned on some old movie and just settled down. I lost track of time while my eyes were closed. I only opened them when it started going nuts vibrating. I slid it over to answer without looking at the name.
âHello?â
âOh sixâŚ. I woke you.â I stopped then.
âWaitâŚ. Ardyn?â I rubbed my eye a bit then as he chuckled.
âYes. you ok?â
âI guess⌠Fuck what time is it?â
âAround seven at night. Iâve been trying to text but you never answered⌠Should have known you were asleep.â I laughed a bit then.
âYeah maybeâŚ. Iâm lousy at keeping in contact though. I could have just been ignoring my phone as I clean. Iâve done that⌠Or reading. I do love my books.â
âOh? InterestingâŚ. At least you can sleep now though.â
âYeah⌠Iâm kind of shocked. Been a while since Iâve passed out like thisâŚâ I smiled then stretching slightly.
âMaybe getting that weight off me made it easier⌠Iâm a lot more relaxed nowâŚâ I got up then turning on a lamp close by. It was already dark out. My tv was still on as well but I didnât even check it.
âYou too? Well I suppose thatâs a good side effect.... I wonder how well youâd sleep if I was there though.â I laughed then getting into my kitchen. I kept this part of my house sparkling. I hated a dirty kitchen.
âMy, Thatâs a jumpâŚ. But probably pretty fucking well. Wouldnât need a thick blanket either cus youâre a heater.â I opened my fridge then and got a water out. I heard him laugh then and then pull away from the phone. I couldn't hear what he said.
âGood to know. Iâll remember that for next time hon. Sadly Iâve got to go. A quick meeting before Iâm set free. Plans are in motion and apparently need my approval.â He sounded so bored. I laughed then leaning on the fridge then.
âMy oh my, is the man of the people bored with his duties?â
âVery funny. Iâm tired as well believe it or not. I would like an early day off.â I cackled then and he huffed.
âGo back to sleep Skylar. Iâll see you soon.â
âAlright.  Hope it goes by quick for you, Ardyn⌠Love you.â It felt a bit odd to say it but It wasnât a lie. I knew he stopped then before smiling.
âLove you too DearâŚ. See you soon?â
âAlways.â He kissed the phone then making me go red before he hung up. I let my hand fall then as I sighed. I kind of wished he was here with me suddenly.
I didnât get long to dwell on that. Come sunrise, I was getting leads over text for hunts all over the area. I was the highest ranked hunter they could find for some of these. I organized them all on my gps the best I could before taking off. The only good news is I got to text Ardyn. In between hunts, Iâd send him little photos or texts just letting him know how they went or where I was. I even changed his name from cinnabum loser to Ardyn My Love. It made the huge job load a lot easier to deal with honestly and the nightly calls while I camped at havens close by helped even more. I was honestly lying on my back next to the fire looking up at the stars with the phone beside me on speaker when he mentioned it. I hadnât seen him in over a week now and I was a rank nine hunter now. My friend Dino from Galdin had just asked me today about this new job he had for me which is what I was telling ardyn when he chirped up.
âWait⌠you said the emerald was where?â
âCostlemark. Itâs old ruins from the first empire. Iâve camped near there to take out some necromancers close by but never went in. Itâs labeled as highly dangerous and dave is careful about which hunters go in. He wonât even do it anymore because the last time, he almost didnât make it out.â I laughed then smiling.
âIâve always wanted to go!!! The loot in that place is out of this world!â He laughed then.
âI can believe that⌠Iâve been in thereâŚ. WellâŚ. As ofâŚâ I heard him pull the phone away as I looked over.
��Five minutes ago.â
âYou went alone!?â I rolled over grabbing my phone quickly.
âHow are you alive!?â
âEasy. Itâs part of my secret.â I stopped then. He hadnât mentioned his secrets since that night at the vesperpool.
âArdynâŚâ I was worried. He had been so closed off about telling me before now.
âI went to make sure we could do it togetherâŚ. This is where I want to tell you everythingâŚ. Itâs the closest we can get toâŚ.â He trailed off then.
âOk⌠Um⌠when?â
âCan you be here tomorrow night? It only opens at night.â I got up then and scrambled to my map. I looked over it and smiled.
âEasily. Iâm only in the next district. I can get there during the day and we can hang out until nightfall if you want.â
âSounds good to me. Be nice to see the local hangouts.â I laughed then smiling.
âYeah I can toss you in the lakes and see if you can catch a rare fish or leave you stranded on the arches.â I folded the map then easily. This was going to be fun for sure.
âOh get realâŚ. Youâre scared of heights. You wouldnât get up there even if I offered you all the gil in lucis.â I gasped then as he started laughing. I just smiled then.
âYeah ok you got meâŚ. Well good news is that I live about an hour away so if Iâm still talking to you after this, we can go chill at my house.â
âOh? Am I finally going to get to see where you live?â
âMaybe. Itâs not much but itâs mine for sure.â
âIâm alright with that. SoâŚ. is it a date?â I stopped putting away my things then and looked over at the phone going red.
âUmâŚ. Yeah. I guess soâŚ. Just donât get me drunk this time ok?â
âI wonât. Not safe to go into costlemark drunkâŚ. Unless youâre me I guess.â I laughed a bit then smiling.
âYou promise weâll be ok?â
âI swear hon. No harm will come to you while youâre with me.â
âI trust youâŚ. UmâŚ. Meet up at the chocobo post?â
âIs that the central location there?â
âPretty much to me.â
âAlrightâŚ. Mind if I see if damien will let me pet him?â I smiled then.
âOh? Do you have a soft spot for chocobos?â
âWellâŚ. Maybe. Itâs been a while. Thatâs all and he seems friendly enough.â I shook my head then smiling.
âAlright. Iâll text you permission in case wiz asks ok?â
âThanks hon. See you there around noon?â
âProbably soonerâŚ. Depends on how soon I can get some sleep.â
âI didnât make you too excited did I?â I stopped then. Was heâŚ?
âNoâŚ?â He started laughing then and I growled looking away.
âYou jerk! Iâm hanging up now!â
âSleep well love.â He kissed the phone then and I just smiled. I kissed back before hanging up and went to bed smiling. Tomorrow was going to be a lot of fun.
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Thighs & Pizza
Pair: Loki x Reader
Word Count: 1.9 K words
Warnings: Some cursing. Some fighting. Some fluff ^_^
Summary: Reader is a seasoned agent of SHIELD and is one of Furyâs right-hand people, so itâs only reasonable that he assigns them to keep tabs on the Avengers, right? Fast fwd; (Y/N) has been living with the Avengers in the tower for 3 years now and Loki for half that long. Naturally, like a good agent, (Y/N) despises Loki and he despises them. Mutual hatred. Or is it?
A/N: This is my first time writing a fanfic in a loooooong time. I tried to keep the reader gender neutral but if I slip up plz let me know so I can fix it! Thank you!
Y/N = Your name
N/N = Nickname
    âCome on (N/N) you can do better than that!â Nat playfully yells at me after she tosses me over her shoulder. I landed flat on my back on the training mat, some of the air being knocked out of my lungs. That didnât stop me from chuckling, though.
    âOh, Natasha. My dear, sweet Nat. Youâre right.â I playfully said, a mischievous gleam in my eyes as I quickly grab her ankles and twisted myself at lightning speed. My motion harshly brought her to her knees before I rolled on my back and got her head locked in between my thighs. Before I could even continue, she taps the mat repeatedly.
    âOk, you win! Let me go!â I release her and both of us flop back onto the mat, Nat breathing a little bit heavier than me. âJesus Christ, those thighs are no joke!â
    We laughed as she playfully patted my thighs. I stood up and pretended to model. âWhy thank you, madame. I work out every day so my legs may reach maximum... leginess? Damn, I thought I was on a rollâ
    Nat laughed some more, and so did the other Avengers in the training room. At least, all but one; the Horned Trickster. Loki just brooded in the corner, avidly ignoring whatever Thor was trying to tell him. I just glared at him. He has the same attitude as when he first arrived.
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    Oh dear Gods...
    âNo. No! Absolutely not!â Tony protested, joined by a chorus of the same response from the other Avengers after Thor came through the door with his raven-haired criminal-of-a-brother in tow. I instantly went into defense mode.Â
    Grabbing one of the daggers I keep holstered on my hip, I flung it at Loki and barely missed his head by a hair; literally. The dagger lodged itself into the wall next to his head before he slowly looked from them to me, his wide eyes clearly showing shock before he adjusted himself. Everyone just looked at me before Tony went, âWhat (Y/N) said. No.â
    âPlease, I swear my brother no longer has any intent to harm... Well I mean destroy, um... Look, Loki has agreed to reform himself and help give back to the world he tried to destroy. What better way to do it than under our care?â Thor boomed, putting his arm around Lokiâs shoulder as said criminal rolled his eyes.Â
    The Avengers were still wary about Loki, but after A LOT more convincing from Thor (and some ground rules set), they reluctantly agreed to let the Trickster stay.
    Oh joy...
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    Over the time Loki has been here, he has somewhat tried to help. Hell, Iâd be lying if I said we didnât find his powers useful on missions. Itâs just that damn attitude of his that gets on everyoneâs nerves. Loki acts like heâs so high and mighty. Someone needs to knock him down a few pegs.
    After training, the all of us went to the kitchen to get dinner. Tony had ordered pizza and I was excited. When I got there, all of the boxes were open and most were empty. Everyone else had gotten all the other pieces like the savage beasts they are. The only person left in the kitchen was Loki. He quickly caught me staring at him and responded with a smirk, to which I only responded by raising a brow in confusion. What was he up to?
    I shook it off and reached for a slice of pepperoni pizza that was calling my name. I wasnât even a few inches away from it before a pale hand snatched it from my line of sight. I whipped my head around to glare daggers into the godâs head.Â
    He looked at MY pizza, then back to me. I shook my head and took a step forward. âLoki, I swear to-â
    He didnât even let me finish before he started devouring my pizza! MY PIZZA!Â
    âOh Iâm terribly sorry. Were you about to say something?â He gave his signature shit-eating grin. The same grin that gives me funny feelings. More importantly, the same grin that is EATING MY FOOD!Â
   I gave no warning before I leaped on him and got him into a chokehold in between my thighs. He, however, counteracted this by pulling me down to be more level with him and shove me against the wall. He pinned my arms up, tossing the pizza on the floor so he could give full attention to me.Â
    We just sat there, breathing heavily, my legs around his waist and my arms pinned up, staring into each otherâs eyes. What was in his eyes? They seemed so much bigger than before. Why have I never noticed it? I felt my heartbeat race. Was it from the fight, or maybe...
    I thought I saw Loki lean in before coughing at the entrance of the kitchen caught our attention. We looked over to see Tony staring at the both of us in this... compromising position. We quickly readjusted ourselves and stood as far away from each other as we could in the kitchen.
    Tony just chuckled before getting a drink. As he walked out, I could hear him yell, âNext time, donât do it in my kitchen guys.âÂ
    Needless to say, I felt utterly embarrassed. I couldnât even look anywhere above the floor, much less Loki.Â
    âY-You can have the pizza.â I stuttered before running to my room and slamming my door shut, making sure to lock it. I stumbled to the bathroom to take a steaming shower before I got dressed in a t-shirt and underwear and laid in bed, all the while my mind reeling over what just happened.Â
    Why did he have to steal my food? Why did I overreact like that? I did just get back from a mission this morning, was that it? Am I just stressed? Was that why my heart was beating fast, too? The rush of it all? Was it that nerve-wracking grin? Why did he pin me against the wall? Why did he stare into my eyes? Why did it look like he was leaning in?
    All of my thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock on the door. I looked at the clock; 12:17 AM. Who is coming to my door at this hour? I quickly get up and open the door, not caring about how I look before I did.
    A shocked Loki was behind the door, now looking sheepish compared to his personality earlier.Â
    âOh! I, um... Well I, uh... I didnât think you would...â He was rambling and rubbing the back of his neck, looking down at the floor. Was he always this... cute? Before I could say anything, he shoved a huge box into my hand. It was a pizza box from (Pizza Place). I opened it to see it was half pepperoni and half cheese. I gave him a questioning look before he huffed a laugh.
    âI took the liberty of getting us another pizza considering we didnât get to eat.â He gave another grin. I wouldâve been hooked on his smile if it wasnât for âusâ and âweâ. âAh, right, well you obviously didnât get to eat earlier, and I didnât either because a certain person knocked the slice I had out of my hand, although I wasnât that fond of pepperoni, but I was thinking-â
    âThat we could share a pizza?â I finished. He gave a slight nod and I grew more confused, but after another look at his face I couldnât say no. I opened my door wider so he could come in before shutting it. I settle the box and myself on the bed, but then I noticed he hadnât moved far past my doorway. I gave another confused look and patted the bed before he coughed and pointed at me. I looked down and realized, âOh shit!â
    I scrambled to my dresser to put on some pants, and while doing so I tripped myself and fell flat on my face. âOw...â
    Loki just looked at me and laughed. âThis is the person Fury sends to babysit the Avengers?â
    âJust because my legs fail me now doesnât mean they canât put you in a chokehold like in the kitchen.â I threatened before getting up and finally pulling on my pants.
    âYes, well, one of my more pleasurable experiences on Midgard. Especially by a person as attractive as you. â He said. I stared at him with wide eyes, and he did the same, knowing what he said. I could feel myself blushing as I fiddled with the ends of my shirt. Was this real? He not only complimented me, but he called me attractive.
   The kitchen, the pizza, the teasing. I realized then he only ever teased me with no real malice in his words. I just stared at him as he walked to the door. He put his hand on the knob before saying,âTo Hell with it.â
    Faster that Pietro, he rushed to me, grabbed my face in his hands and brought his cold lips to mine. The shock of it all didnât stop my eyes from closing and melting into the kiss. I felt something in the kiss that I cannot explain. Something that made me feel like I could fly.Â
    He wrapped his arms around my waist, bringing me as close as he possibly could. He had me wrapped so tightly, almost as if he was afraid of me slipping away.
    We only broke away to catch our breath as we leaned into each other, our foreheads touching, and just stared into each otherâs eyes. âThat was-â
    âI know.â He finished, his arms still wrapped around me. Now I know what I could see in his eyes that I couldnât figure out before. âLove.â
    âWhat?â
    âI love you.â He clarified, and I could feel my heart almost leap out of my chest. He loves me? âIâm reluctant to say I have for a while now. Ever since you threw that dagger at my head when I arrived. There was a spark in your eye that I couldnât get out of my mind. I have seen many people in my lifetime, but you, my dear, are by far the most irresistible creature Iâve ever met. I know this is sudden, especially with the way Iâve been treating you these past years, but would you consider being mine?â
    âYes,â I said, no hesitation in my voice. He leaned back and looked surprised. He gave me a look as if to say âAre you sure?â âThereâs a reason Fury put me here. Because I follow my heart, and it usually leads me down the right path.â
    âAnd what does your heart say now?â I grinned before wrapping my arms around his neck.
    âShut up and kiss me.â He gave a genuine smile before diving to give me a kiss. One full of passion and love from both ends. He loves me and I love him, there is nothing more that needs to be said. It feels like it ended too soon, but we had to pull away for air once more. We simply looked at each other and giggled like a couple of lovestruck teens. He grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles while looking into my eyes, still smiling.
    âCome, love. The pizza is getting cold.â I laughed, not caring. I had my Trickster and he had me.
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christmas confession w/ jihoon
for: Summer, @porkjeojang - i know you asked for âcuteâ, but iâve made this a little angsty at the beginning but i swear it redeems itself but IM SO SORRYYYYY I LOOOVVVEEE YOOOOUUU PLZ FORGIVE ME prompt: âcute Christmas lights confessionâ a/n: timed for christmas eve, reader is a bit of a crybaby; but all is fine - after all, itâs christmas â¤ď¸
strolling down the path, you raise your head to stare in wonder - the strings of fluorescent stars only to be seen this time of the year are shining brightly
the sun has set and the evening was revealing itself in the form of christmas lights being turned on, carols chiming, and couples emerging from the nearby shopping mall to admire the festive atmosphere of the park
you clutch the warm coffee in your hand a little tighter â admiring the way the snowflakes melt over the lid with a momentâs touch â as you run your fingers along the side of your phone, playing with the buttons in your pocket
there wasnât much to do whilst waiting.
you glance up at the clock tower,
eleven fifteen.
youâd agreed to meet at half past
a faint buzz of your phone causes you to check for new messages
jihoon: [ did you get coffee? are you waiting outside or inside?]
y/n: [ yeah. got coffee - iâm outside ]
jihoon: [ itâs cold outside ]
y/n: [ i wanted to see the lights ]
jihoon: [Â iâm almost done anyways, message you when i finish ]
y/n: [ ok ok ]
strolling through your instagram feed so you donât look too awkward standing by yourself out in the cold, you can overhear a couple giggling as they walk past, hands swinging in glee
you huddle your thick coat closer to your body, slipping gloveless hands into the space between your waist and coat, crossing them across your body to gather heat
quickly, you take up the empty seat on a bench as you switch from one social media app to another to waste time
gulping down some of the hot drink and holding your breath â releasing it in a big sigh to admire the white mist it creates, most of your coffee is already gone when you settle it on the spare space next to you
the clock tower rings once
eleven thirty.
you look up to check the time on the clock tower even though itâs displayed on your phone
where was jihoon?
you already know that âprobably busyâ was the answer. it was always hard for jihoon to make time for you amidst his schedule
standing so that the person youâre looking for can get a clearer view of you, you pick up the almost finished drink and peek at the screen again
how many times have you checked now?
[ no new messages ]
you could wait a little longer before you asked for his wherabouts, he didnât need you bothering him when he was busy
opening twitter, your eyes widen at the top few posts
youâd recognize that figure anywhere, but who was that next to him?
you saw jihoon with a girl, caught by the paparazzi - and a few fans as they began leaving the building
there were photos
videos
retweet after retweet
you followed numerous jihoon-biased accounts (something he endlessly made fun of you for, âyou know that you get to see the real thing right y/n?â), hence your feed was now saturated with posts about this girl â a statuesque model cum actress with long flowing hair â
jihoon had told you that he was having a photoshoot with a female model beforehand
but you hadnât expected there to be so much touching involved
for the poses to be so close
and for them to leave the building together after the shoot had finished
opening the lid of your coffee, you grimace at the cold drink left at the bottom, the oils from the milk having started to gather.Â
and you throw it away
was that why he wasnât here?
because heâd found someone else to spend christmas eve with?Â
eleven forty five.
you try to rid those thoughts building in your head
surely, itâs the cold and the loneliness of being surrounded by couples getting to you
jihoon owed you nothing
but he wasnât that sort of person
jihoon was someone that stood by what he said and kept his promises
he wouldnât keep you hanging out in the cold like this
especially not on christmas eve
the two of you had planned sleeplessly over tonight for far too long
heâs only met her tonight though?
and the nagging in your mind doesnât stop
youâre about to send him another message, but your fingers donât want to move
glancing up, you can tell that the night has fully showed its face
only the moon remains, the stars having been covered by the thin layer of clouds
your sight becomes blurred as the christmas lights you had thought to be so pretty previously turned into multicolored blobs
mocking.
annoying.
your chest hurt and itâs wasnât just muscles tightening under the biting cold
the clock struck midnight.
christmas eve was over.
he wasnt coming, you thought bitterly, jihoon wasnât coming
wintered air stings at your eyes and numb fingers move to try wipe the tears away, anger building when you couldnât even tell if youâd wiped them away properly
i canât even cry without it being annoying!
you strain and try to blink the tears away, but eventually give up and rub your palms roughly along your faceÂ
itâs so unfair.
looking around â
everyone was with the person they cared about. everyone was out celebrating. happy faces bathed in warm light.
and you were alone.
staring at the lighted screen one last time, the taunting photo ridiculing you - you stuff the phone back into your coat pocket, turning to walk back inside
there was no point staying by the lights now
no point being the lone girl underneath the clock tower, pretending to have someone who cares for her
not when christmas eve was over
not when jihoon wasnât going to arriveâ
âYAH! Y/N!â
jihoon?
you turn around to face the other side of the path, trying to locate the source of his voice.
âBABO-YAH!â
cold wind pelts at your face whilst the snow gets caught between strands of loose hair
jihoon was running towards you
his silhouette gradually becoming clearer as he neared the lights you were standing at
you could tell he came straight from the shoot with his immaculate makeup and set hair
but what gave it away was the short sleeves in this freezing weather - there was no way he would have been outside wearing only his white shirt
âwhy are you out here? didnât you see my message? I was looking all over for you!â
his arms clutched at your sides when he reached your side - checking you over, trying to work out why you were crying
white puffs of air surrounded him as jihoon panted.Â
he had spotted you wiping your face â the girl that normally swatted his arm away when he tried to pinch your cheeks, because heâd âruin your makeupâ â and knew that something was wrong instinctively
âjihoon... you came...âÂ
a relieved sob escapes as the tears stop flowing, your body still shaking
âof course, where else would I go? didnât you see my text? do you have any idea how long it took me to find you?â
none of his words seemed to register with you
and jihoon found himself being enveloped in a hug,Â
âyouâre here,â wrapping you arms around him, the sound of his heartbeat strong and reassuring. âjihoon- youâre here.â
tears were rolling down your face again, cheeks so cold that the droplets actually felt warm against your skin; chest heaving as you found solace with his body against yours
âyeah, Iâm hereâ he tutted, slightly embarrassed and unsure of how to respond to your sudden affection
despite how whiny and emotional you could be, you werenât particularly big on skinship normally
so he settled for patting your head. something his mom had always done for him when he cried as a child
âwhy are you such a crybaby? you literally just stopped crying. iâm here, remember?â
âiâm just...â a pause. searching for the right words. ârelieved?â
iâm happy. iâm happy. iâm happy.
iâm happy youâre here. iâm happy you care. iâm happy that youâre with me.
âyou have a funny way of showing it.â you didnât even realize you were pouting until he poked your cheek, âi donât even know why you were worried I wouldnât show up in the first place.â
âbut christmas eve is over.â you muffled into his chest, glancing at the clock tower, hands still locked around jihoon, unwilling to let go even though you could feel him shuffling as he reached for his phone. âyou were late. i thought you forgot about me. i thoughtââ
i thought you were with another person. that you replaced me with someone else more important to you.
âbabo-yah. did you not get my message? look.â
jihoon untangled your arms from him, holding his phone in front of you, you make out the text he sent you
jihoon: [ leaving now. will probs to be a bit late, wait for me inside the cafe ]
wait.Â
a text?
âwhat did you send me a text for?!â
he looks at you incredulously, as if offended by your logic
âthatâs what phones are for.â
âyou know i put my phone on airplane mode and only leave wifi on!âÂ
how else were you supposed to pay your phone bill when the two of you messaged so much?
âthatâs not how a phone works, y/nâ
âyou couldâve at least kakao-ed me!â
âi didnât have wifi.â
âwe were chatting on kakao the whole day though!â
âi only realized that i ran out of data when i left the studio.â
locking eyes in a stalemate, the two of you burst into laughter, attracting stares from passers-by
âweâre just two idiots, arenât you?â
jihoon rolled his eyes, as he ran his fingers under your eye, wiping away remnants of smudged mascara and eyeliner âspeak for yourself.â
âyou know thatâs what i like so much about you, jihoonie. you really know how to flatter a girl.â
jihoon smiled, faint and soft
the lights peaking through as smudged colours around him through the snow as he reaches for your hand
âmerry christmas to you too, y/nâ
lacing your fingers through his own, you finally register how cold jihoon feels against you
âletâs go inside, you must be freezing! iâm sorry i didnât realize sooner.â
tugging at his hand, you pull at him, trying to get him to jog towards a source of indoor heating with you, but jihoon kept trailing behind at a slower pace, your weight nothing against him
why was he not moving??
if you felt cold in your long padded coat, how could jihoon possibly feel okay?
âtake slow steps.â jihoon fussed, well aware of how clumsy you were.Â
and sure enough, the sole on your shoes slides a bit on your next step before you regain graceless balance
âwalk slowly, or else youâre going to tripâ he glanced at the icy floors, before loosening your grip.Â
taking careful steps to catch up to you
and you feel a blast of cold air hit you when jihoon peels the thick coat off you, draping it over his shoulders
before wrapping both him and the coat around you
oh.Â
suddenly, you donât really feel like itâs winter either. the snow is almost therapeutic against your burning skin
ây/n. iâd never leave you alone.â
âi know i was just overthinking. itâs fine. youâre here now.â
huddled over your body as the two of you stay unmoving as the snow falls around you, you feel him wrap his arms around your waist, jihoon nuzzling into the crook of your neck
âitâs not fine. i like you so much but you donât even know. you thought that i wouldnât come meet you.â
what donât i know?
âjihoonââ
arms wrap a little tighter around you, heat spreading through the numerous layers of clothes you have on
warming your heart
âyou're the reason iâm not cold in winter, that i can smile through bad weather. so stay by my side and continue making my winters a little warmer.â
#you make it feel like summer in winteerrrr#wannaone#wanna one#park jihoon#wannaone imagine#wannaone scenario#wannaone angst#wanna one imagine#wanna one scenario#wanna one angst#wanna one fluff#wannaone fluff#park jihoon imagines#park jihoon scenarios#park jihoon angst#park jihoon fluff#jas writes#queue#off to bed for me now
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red lips and secrets
spencer reid x reader
 request:  Hiii!! I saw that you do spencer Reid fics, and Iâve requested this one a few times with different authors and their lives just got in the way of completing my request (which is completely fine I understand 100% Iâm not mad at all). I was just wondering if you could do a spencer Reid x reader based off the song Secrets by The Weeknd. If you could make it as if The Weeknd and spencer are the ones sharing the story if that makes sense that would be cool. Idk anything is appreciated a lot!!!
Write some spencer reid angst plz đ
 warnings: angsty, sad, femme fatale reader, cheating (sorta, youâll see) also, cheating is NOT GOOD OR COOL, please never cheat on your partner or s.o, if you are interested in someone else, please end your current relationship before dating/seeing/sleeping with someone else
 word count: 1318
 a/n: so this is sort of a mess but not really. the italicized lyrics are from the song âsecretsâ by the weeknd and each snip is a sort of basis for the next paragraph or so. this whole prompt was based off of the song and its angsty enough soo i took out two prompts in one stone
Everybody here wants you  My love, my love And I know that you want him too  My love, my love I ask you what your heart desires  My love, my love You tell me I'm the only one  My love, my love
 âSpencer. Spencer.â They said his name twice, snapping him out of his daze. It was a wonder he didnât drop his glass he was so out of it. âSheâs here.â JJ and Derek notified the boy and he took to action. They were at the annual gala held for the BAU and his girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N, was receiving an esteemed award. She deserved it, really. She solved over half the cases brought in that year and risked the most on the field. In the beginning of last January she was shot twice on the field and went into action again the moment she was healed.  Spencer was more than proud to be her boyfriend, but he had a ghost he couldnât seem to get rid of. The notion she didnât fully belong to him. He would take nights talking to Hotch about this exact issue.   âI mean you see the way everyone in the office looks at her. You see the way Derek looks at her and I canât help but notice the way she looks at him too. Sheâs just so, flirtatious, and I have no idea if its faux or real.â He ranted and Hotch put a hand on his shoulder. âY/N has a very outgoing personality, Reid, you know that. You knew that when you asked her out. Sheâs going to have an outgoing personality which can be perceived as flirtatious. I wouldnât worry.â  And for months, Spencer wouldnât. He joined your side when you walked into the event room where the main ceremony would be held. âHello, darling.â She greeted him as usual. They spent the rest of the night together, Spencer refusing to leave his side, knowing if he did, Derek would be there in a moment.  That night, they were laying in bed when Spencer rolled over to face her, âY/N?â He asked through the dark. âYeah, Spence?â She replied and he smiled. âAre you sure you want to be with me? I mean Iâm nothing compared to Derek. Heâs outgoing, strong, and far more good looking than me and I know you went on a date with him before.â  She sighed, reached over and turned on the light. âSpencer. You know I only want you. Derek was full of himself. Not my type. And you are so much more handsome than Derek, to me. I love you.â And with that, she pressed a quick kiss to his lips, said goodnight, and snuggled against Spencerâs chest, leaving him in the dark to question every word.
It's a lie, a lie  I catch you every time In your lust, your lust  Every time you close your eyes I hear the secrets that you keep  When you're talkin' in your sleep I hear the secrets that you keep, keep, keep  When you're talk, talkin', talkin' I hear the secrets that you keep  When you're talkin' in your sleep I hear the secrets that you keep, keep, keep  When you're talk, talkin', talkin'
 Spencerâs heart would clench when he would see her around the office, talking with other guys. Derek, Luke, Matthew, who next? Hotch? He would think to himself as he watched her interaction with the other men. The way she would throw her hair over her shoulder and laugh. The sparkle in her eyes when they would say something funny. It was the same sparkle that he saw when she looked at him once. Now, when they did, they still had a sparkle, but it was full of mystery and he didnât know what eyes he was looking at anymore.  Sometimes in bed he would question who he was laying next to. He would hear whispers, mumbles from her lips. Her soft, pink lips that used to be his. They would whisper different names every night. For months he would awake to the sound of names. Names, names, names.  He almost didnât come into work so he wouldnât have to hear the same ones he heard at night during the day.  âDerek. . .â âLuke. . .â  âDerek. . .â âMatthew. . .â  But on some, more recent, lucky nights, Spencer would hear his own name. The first time he did, he shot up in bed. It broke him from his sorrow daze in the dark and gave him hope.
You told me not to worry 'bout  Those guys, those guys You told me that you left it all behind  Behind It's a lie, a lie  I catch you every time In your lust, your lust Every time you close your eyes Â
âSpencer, I will tell you and tell you again,â She would say, her lying lips smeared in red, a color that Spencer had already decided would kill him. âYou donât have to worry about the other guys. I donât love them. I love you.â She would whisper before pressing her ruby lips to his, and then to his neck, to the edge of his ear, and down below and he was caught again. Â Caught in a never ending circle of wanting to end the infidelity and then not because he realized he didnât want to lose you. He knew where you went on Saturday nights when he would work late at the office and you would leave to hang out with âfriendsâ. Â When he would come home, you would pull in fifteen minutes after he got home and he would stay quiet, knowing a night of mumbles and whispers were ahead and any protests wouldnât change that.
Wipe... the⌠ Lust from your eyes I see that you're not mine  I can see the lust in your eyes You can't hide it  You can't be the one I realize, we're divided
âSpencer, why are you doing this?â She yelled after him, walking throughout the house. âI have had it.â He was fed up and the small, innocent, shy boy sheâd come to know was gone. He was angry. Seeing Derek drop you off at three in the morning was the last straw. Â âHave had what?â She yelled in innocence. âI see you, I catch you all the time in the office flirting with the other guys and I donât know why Iâve been with you for so long, put up with it for so long.â He complained. âAnd now Derek, dropping you off at three in the morning! What do you expect me to think? And-and-and on our one year anniversary?â Spencer yelled and she began to grow nervous the neighbors would complain.Â
  âDoes he bring you home every Saturday? After you both are done having fun? Or does it alternate between Derek and Luke?â Spencer complained and the look of shock that crossed his loveâs features was almost comedic. âHaving fun? What is it exactly do you think we do? Talk about in the office? Huh, Spencer?â She fought back. âOh donât kid me. Every night for the past six months I hear you whispering their name at night. Itâs not hard to see the way you lust after those two guys. You can barely hide it. I canât believe there was a time where I thought you were âThe Oneâ, I was obviously wrong.â He crossed his arms and turned from the girl he loved.
 She set the bags she had carried in on the floor.  âI have been spending six months with them, to work on this,â She spoke calmly and Spencer turned around to see her pulling out a large book. It looked as though there were a million details and pictures.  âI needed the help from the other guys because I needed a guy's opinion. I went to Derekâs every Saturday night to work on it. Those âlustful staresâ I gave to the boys was because I was talking about you. I was thinking about you. I am madly in love with you but you know what, Spence, you were right. Iâm not the one. We arenât one anymore. We are more divided than I could have imagined.â She nearly tossed her gift to the table and walked out.
 Spencer was left standing there, his fingers to his lips, wondering what he just lost, the image of her red lips stamped in his brain.
hope yall enjoyed!
#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#reid x reader#reid#criminal minds imagines#criminal minds#fandom imagines#x reader
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Jasper x Agnes
I love morning routine headcanons and I know that Jasper and Agnes are the cutest in the morning. Theyâve learned how to work around each other to get dressed but at the same time are always giggling and still trying to be close and make out. But Jasper has learned how to wiat patiently while she does her makeup and he just sits there beaming, lowkey cheering her on and constantly prasiging how good she looks. Heâs also managed to care more about the effort he puts into how he looks becasue of her because he wants her to know that he cares and he wants to look good for her always.
I feel like there big believers in just daily romance, whether itâs getting each other flowers or sweet texts or just picking up their favorite snack for each other before meeting up. Theyâre just always on each others minds and constantly thinking of how they can care for reach other more. And if thereâs an opportunity for Agnes to tackle hug him, Jasper will take advantage of it.Â
Cooking is definitely something theyâre both working to get better at and I can def see them both investing in some cookbooks and just sitting in bed at night flipping through them, planning out what theyâd like to make for the weekend. They are probably hella domestic and are 100% in love with that. They both love the stability and I cry đ
In present day, Jasper has already started a little stash of funds for their future kid.Â
Lavender x Layla
Lavender does her best to respect Laylaâs boundaries and her comfortability with where theyâre at, but I feel like she also tries to find little ways each day to let Layla know that sheâs there and thinking of her. Whether itâs sending her a post on instagram that made her think of her, or a funny tweet or a song she really likes. She just likes to give little reminders that sheâs not going anywhere.Â
I also feel like the more time has gone on, theyâve gotten better at intentionally spending time together and it feeling less awkward. Lavender is trying to slowly but surely be a bit more romantic with her and hoping that it also helps Layla feel more comfortable with their relationship.Â
I love the idea of Lavender and Amber throwing down in the kitchen together and Layla just watching pretending to be annoyed but also like, âfeed me now,â and lowkey loving that theyâre getting along.Â
THEYâRE IN LOVE AND JUST NEED TO STOP BEING DUMB PLZ n THX
Austin x Blue
It really was love at first joint. Blue was probably the first person Austin met that didnât look down on the fact that he loved to smoke weed. The first time they smoked together they probably just looked at each other and were both internally like âwoah weâre gonna be soulmatesâ and thatâs what happened. It was an instant connection and everytime Austin is real wasted he tells Blue about how his life is split as âpre-Blueâ and âpost-Blue.â
Theyâve talked every single day since theyâve met. Whether itâs via text or in person, itâs impossible for them to not say a single word to each other. Sheâs the first person he texts in the morning and usually the last person he texts before he goes to bed if he isnât staying over her house. Blue probably has keys to the Rapp house anyway. (His parents are still convinced theyâre gonna get married one day.)
Blue was the first friend that Austin told he was trans and the one non biological family member that was allowed to be there after his surgery. I feel like she was definitely crashing in his room during his whole recovery process and he definitely admitted his undying love for her while high af on his pain meds.Â
Theyâve spent a lot of time searching for the perfect bff necklaces for the two of them and Keaton and Sabrina and have yet to find the best ones.Â
Cassandra x Adrian
Adrian is the only person who has direct access to her Spotify and iTunes account. Sheâs just always been logged in on his computer and their exchange of music is daily. As soon as Cass hears a new song she likes, she immediately sends it to Adrian or picks him up in the car so they could listen.Â
When Cassandra got her car Sophomore year of high school, she and Adrian drove around all day and night listening to their favorite albums and started a Friday tradition of listening to new music in her car. No one else is ever allowed to be in the car during that time aside from the two of them.Â
Their love for McDonalds knows no bounds and theyâre probably very friendly with the staff there, especially the ones who are there late at night. They always sit at the same table and even though they each have their own fries, they inevitably end up stealing some of each others.Â
Cassandra still has a sweaters of Adrianâs from middle school that she never gave back and still wears when sheâs sad. His hugs are her favorite thing and his sweater is a decent substitute until she can find him to hug her.Â
Leo x Hailey
When they were together they were always very affectionate with each other. They werenât ones for making out in the hallways but they were always close, holding hands, one of their hands on the other knee, Leo would always try to be kissing her cheek or holding her close to him. Theyâre connection has consistently been pretty magnetic.Â
There was definitely a defining moment for the two of them when they realized that they both werenât in this just to spite Colette but that their feelings were actually really deep. It was probably while they were really dancing together for the first time and by the end of it they were staring into each others eyes and realizing damn, this some real shit right here.Â
Leoâs fam really does love Hailey. His little sisters definitely still message her, especially now that theyâre old enough to have their own social media. Theyâre like Haileyâs number one fans.Â
Future Leo and Hailey take cheesy to a whole new level but theyâve been very intentional about lightening their work load so they can spend more time with the kids and with each other. Leo is constantly romancing her and trying to take her out or stay in since we all know theyâre total homebodies. And Leo tells her every damn day about how being married to her finally is the best thing that has ever happened to him (no offense to the kiddos.)
Chase x Agnes
Chase and Agnes probably have a record breaking snapchat streak. They know something is wrong if they donât wake up to a snapchat from each other.Â
Agnes really is Chaseâs favorite person to go shopping with. They completely indulge each other and most likely spend hours at the mall. Chase loves to cheer her on while she tries on clothes and always gives an honest opinion and probably remembers whats in her wardrobe better than she does and she does the same for him.Â
Whenever sheâs over, Titus literally does not leave her side, as soon as shes up and walking, so is he, Chase might as well not even be there.Â
The first call Chase made when Odessa went into labor was to Agnes. And yes Iâm crying about it.Â
#ladyspug#otp: adore you#otp: i'll be here#thats lavender and laylas new tag ok#brotp: love at first joint#cassandra x adrian#otp: sometimes she loves me too#brotp: short and sweet#thats chase and agnes's tag now too#wow im emotional over all of these i guess i like love u or whatever#đ
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Withstanding The Test Of Time Ch3 - Shalaska - pureCAMP
A/N - this was last updated in june⌠i dont know how to write things ever. plz love me
also i am giving love to nymph bc she deserves it, tuesday (frida) bc she was birthed, wick bc theyâre my fave and all of my aq brits!!
Sharonâs head was spinning. No matter how many times she closed her eyes as she dashed out of the room, she could still see Alaskaâs face, frozen in shock. No matter how many times she shook her head as she ran up the stairs, trying to clear her mind, she could still feel the horror that had pierced her chest as the pieces came together. Practically blind, she blundered through the upstairs of the house she knew so well, pushing open a door and flinging herself into whatever room lay behind it.
The bathroom. Sharon skidded to a halt, leaning heavily against the sink as she caught her breath. She could hear footsteps thundering up the stairs, which was undoubtedly Willam following her, but she didnât bother looking up. Part of her wasnât even sure she could lift her head. Her mind was a demonic cacophony of things she wished she didnât know.
âSharon!â Came Willamâs pant, the proximity of his voice indicating that heâd reached the top of the stairs. âSharon, where are you? Come back!â
He wasted no time at all in locating his runaway friend, slamming doors open until he saw Sharon facing away from him in the bathroom, seemingly gazing at her reflection in the mirror.
âWhat⌠are you doing?â He started hesitantly, noting how Sharonâs eyes didnât meet his in the reflective glass.
Sharon gripped the edges of the sink tighter. âI have a pimple right above my eyebrow.â She stated plainly, and then turned around to look at Willam. âI hope it goes away before I have to get fucking married!â
Willam winced. âI was going to tell you, bitch, IâŚâ
âNo, no, no,â Sharon swiftly cut him off. âYou donât get to act like weâre best fucking friends right now. You werenât gonna tell me! You were gonna let me live in wilful ignorance until I turned up at the fucking registry office and lo and behold, you and Courtney happen to know the woman I have to marry very well! What a fucking coincidence!â
She was seething. âI heard the two of you talking when I was in hospital, then Sasha at work looked under the tape and told me a little about her, and now all the fucking jigsaw pieces have come together and I have to marry her.â
Willamâs expression was somewhere between guilty and angry as he tried to scramble together a response. âSharon, I know you donât like all of this but Alaska is a really great person! Sheâs funny, sheâs kind, sheâs pretty â sheâs a real catch! You could do so much worse.â
âAre you serious? I could do worse? So Iâm supposed to be happy about what is essentially an arranged marriage because sheâs not ugly and boring? I could do better, too, Willam! Ideally, marrying someone I actually love when Iâm ready to marry them!â
âFuck, Sharon.â Willam swore, starting to get angrier. âListen to me. You â could â do â worse. Iâm saying that because at the minute, princess, I think Alaskaâs the unlucky one for having to be stuck with you!â
Sharonâs jaw dropped in offense. âPrincess?! Who the fuck do you think you are?â
âSomeone who grew up!â Willam cried out. âFucking hell, Sharon! A happily married man with a kid, a good career, a nice house, a decent car! At twenty four! And what do you have to show for twenty four years? Youâve been single your whole life, you live in a shitty flat, you donât have a car and youâre still an intern at the firm youâve worked at for two years now! Let me just say this, Alaska may be the best thing that ever happens to you!â
He clapped a hand over his mouth as Sharon inhaled sharply, her nostrils flaring. âI knew it. You think Iâm beneath you!â
Willam faltered. âI â I didnât mean that.â
âYes you did!â Sharon pointed at him accusingly, one long black nail jabbed in his direction. âYou think Iâm a total and utter failure, donât you? Some kind of fucking idiot?â
âFINE!â Willam exploded. âYes, I do think that! You constantly go to useless protests about your fucking timer because youâre clinging to the idea that the voice of one pathetic sad loser will change the world. Well guess what â it wonât. You still wear tape over your timer, like we did when we were teenagers, because youâre still afraid of realizing you were wrong and falling in love with the name written on it! The name which you canât even say! The words you canât even look at!â
Sharon faltered as she tried to respond. Try as she might, no words would come out. All her brain was doing was helplessly supplying heâs right heâs right heâs right, a sadistic mental torment. He was right. Everything he said was true, the frustration in his eyes and the irritation in his voice were all perfectly justified. He was right.
She struggled for a moment; watching Willamâs face work through several different emotions as she tried to push up the sleeve of her dress. When sheâd managed to get it to her elbow, she scraped a corner of the grey duct tape up with her thumbnail, and using the corner as a tab, ripped the tape off.
Instantly, the cool air of the bathroom started to soothe the stinging that attacked the red-raw skin. Sharon held her arm out straight, her face scrunched up, hating how much she was trembling.
âAlaska Thunderfuck!â She choked out, screwing her eyes shut as tears threatened to spill over. âThere, I said it. Alaska Thunderfuck.â
Those two words were too much â a symbol of the end of her freedom, a verbal reminder that soon enough, her life would no longer be her own. Before the fortnight was up, those two words would mark the beginning of the end of her life.
She couldnât stop the tears in time. There was one, and then another, and then they were pouring down her face uncontrollably. Her cheap, possibly out-of-date mascara started to bleed into her eyes, only exacerbating the distressed crying. In an instant, any last dregs of anger that resided in Willamâs chest dissipated. He wanted to be angry â Sharon had freaked and ran, causing all of the guests to stare in shock as Willam chased after her. He knew that Courtney would be mad at him later, for not pre-warning her, and he knew Alaska would be upset with him for reasons neither of them could explain, but he couldnât muster up any more anger. Sharon, his best friend, was now perched on the edge of his bathtub, the skin around her arm bright red, with tears rolling down her face.
Tentatively, he sat down next to her, putting an arm over her shoulder. As he expected, she shrugged him off, stubbornly flicking him away as she sniffed, but Willam wasnât going to give up so easy. He slid closer, fully encompassing Sharonâs hunched-up form in his arms. For a moment she struggled, and then resorted to sobbing into his chest.
âHey, hey, hey,â He soothed, gently rubbing Sharonâs back. âCome on, breathe. This isnât ideal, but youâre not the only one struggling here. I guess I didnât handle this as well as I could have.â
Sharon sniffled but said nothing.
Willam sighed. âThe thing is, I was trying to minimize the damage on either side. Youâre my best friend â always have been, always will be. But Alaska and I are friends too, and sheâs a really nice person, and I donât want either of you getting hurt more than you have to.â
There was a muffled snort. âLike sheâs hurting. Sheâs living her dream and Iâm living my nightmare.â
Willam chose to ignore her. âDonât you see, though? She is hurting. Youâre hurting because you donât want to marry her, you donât want to conform to timer laws. Sheâs hurting because sheâs spent her whole life dreaming of a perfect soulmate, and has just found out that hers plans to never, ever fall in love with her. Itâs soul-crushing for both of you.â
Sharon lifted her head, and Willam started to wipe at the mascara tracks on her face with his thumb. âShe â Sheâs a fucking marriage counsellor, Willam! What kind of misfortune is that?â
He winced. âOkay, not so good⌠but sheâs not one of the worst. Alaskaâs kind. Sheâll never force you into a cookie-cutter life if that isnât what you want. Trust me when I say this, sheâs a good person.â
âYou just donât get it.â Sharon murmured, her voice low. âYou and Courtney â youâre soulmates! I mean like, like real soulmates, similar-minded and meant to be. Alaska and I â not so much. Sheâs successful, Iâm an intern. Sheâs a marriage counsellor, Iâve been arrested for protesting against these marriages. Sheâs pretty and has her life together, andâŚâ
She trailed off, her voice shaky. âAnd Iâm crying in the bathroom in the middle of an adult function because I canât handle the idea of going from a âMissâ to a âMrsâ. She⌠I donât know, she has a car, she can drive, and nearly every bus driver in this town knows me by name!â
Willam pulled a face. âIn all fairness, sheâs not a great driver. She did hit you with her car.â
Sharon raised an eyebrow. âThanks for the reminder, dipshit. A car crash joke, whatâs next? 9/11?â
âWith you, I wouldnât be surprised.â Willam joked, his eyes twinkling.
Involuntarily, Sharon let out a short laugh. âHey! My point is, weâre complete opposites.â
âSome people think opposites attract.â
Sharon sighed, leaning back against Willam. âThose people are wrong. Itâs just⌠Itâs not gonna work, Willam. Alaska ââ
She didnât get a chance to finish her sentence before the door to the bathroom opened, both Sharon and Willam turning simultaneously to see who had interrupted the conversation. Of course, it was just Sharonâs luck that it would be Alaska stood out in the hallway, waiting to speak.
âHey, Willam, Courtneyâs asked me to come get you because sheâs pretty mad and oh⌠um. Sorry.â
Alaskaâs words trailed off into an awkward apology as she took in the scene before her â a clearly upset Sharon, being somewhat comforted. Even just the sight of her made Sharon feel worse. Her expensive looking dress, which was a sweet shade of baby blue, stopped just above her knees, accentuating her bowed legs that Sharon hadnât noticed before. Her jewellery was silver, flashing in the light of the bathroom. Much like everyone else at the gathering, she was dressed in a manner that suggested she had a lot more money than Sharon. Even if that wasnât much of a feat.
âI can⌠I can come backâŚ?â She tried, feeling as though sheâd intruded.
Willam was quick to shoot her down. âNo, no, youâre fine. I should probably go see Court downstairs, weâre finished talking anyway.â
Sharon, suddenly faced with the prospect of being alone with Alaska, of all people, in the bathroom, shot to her feet. She dusted herself off, suddenly self-conscious, and tugged the uncomfortably-low neckline of her dress up.
âM-Me too, I need to get a drink.â She fibbed, using the first lie that came to mind. Before Willam even had a chance to leave the room, Sharon was out of the door, wiping underneath her eyes as she prepared to go back to the party. At least that was one benefit she could count on â the alcohol. Courtney had provided plenty, pooling all the bottles sheâd been given as gifts but hadnât consumed, and every last drop was free.
Thankfully, most of the insufferable guests were crowded around the couches, standing and sitting and talking in what sounded like an unintelligible murmur. It was easy for Sharon to descend the carpeted stairs, her heels muffled by the chatter, and grab the closest glass of wine. Of course, she wouldâve preferred something a little less⌠adult â a vodka and coke would go a long way â but she made do with the red wine, sipping gingerly and avoiding any curious stares.
âSharon? Can⌠Can I talk to you?â
Alaskaâs voice appeared before she did. Willam walked past Sharon on his way towards Courtney, shooting her a meaningful look. Rolling her eyes at him, Sharon faced Alaska with a sense of renewed stubbornness, finding solace in the wine glass as Alaska shifted nervously.
âNo.â
She sighed. âWhy not?â
Sharon drummed her nails on the glass. âIâm trying to drink some wine.â
The excuse was useless â a literal joke, only Alaska didnât find it funny. âWhat about after youâve finished your glass?â
âThen Iâll get another one.â
âSo weâre just gonna not talk at all until our wedding day?â
Sharon scowled. âDonât call it a wedding day. Itâs a forced legal union, if anything. And yes. Weâre not gonna talk. Itâs gonna be great.â
Alaskaâs eyes narrowed. At first, Sharon thought she was just trying to think of something to say, judging by her silence, but then she noticed how Alaskaâs eyes were glistening more than before, filled with tears she was trying not to shed.
âGod,â She almost-whispered. âYouâre even worse than Willam made you sound.â
She turned on her heel as if to walk away, but Sharon caught hold of her arm before she could. âI couldnât give less of a fuck about how Willam made me sound, or what your opinion of me is. You mean nothing to me! Youâre nobody! I donât even know you, so excuse me for not jumping at the chance to become best buddies before the day we have to get fucking married.â
Throughout her tirade, Sharonâs volume increased dramatically, her mind running away with her tongue faster than her brain could keep it. Everything sheâd been thinking, everything sheâd told Willam and everything sheâd kept to herself, came rushing out.
âIâm out of here.â
The room had gone silent, several scandalized faces staring in Sharonâs direction. One woman looked utterly affronted, and another shook her head in sheer disbelief. Knowing that each one of the guests worked alongside Alaska, Sharon knew they were all staring at the stranger in the midst who had upset her.
âOh, fuck off.â She swore at them all, storming through the room and flinging the front door open. âYou can all fuck off to hell for all I care.â
Moments before the door slammed shut, Sharon heard three distinctively different voices yelling her name. Then she rounded the corner of her street, ordered a taxi she couldnât afford, and closed her eyes.
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Waking up alone was one of the few joys in life, Sharon thought. She had the whole bed to herself, to stretch out all of her muscles in whatever awkward, unflattering pose she desired. She could cuddle a pillow, stretch out, starfish, even end up hanging right off of the bed if she really wanted to. Every inch of the duvet was hers, and she didnât have to compromise on a duvet cover when what she really wanted was the silly Halloween ghost bedspread that was currently keeping her warm.
Waking up alone just felt good. No one was beside her, stealing the covers, breathing out their foul morning breath, pressing cold feet against her legs or making those strange sleeping noises that send shivers down your spine. Sharon liked waking up alone. She wouldnât trade it for the world.
Alaska probably didnât like sleeping alone, Sharon mused. Sheâd probably want them to sleep in the same bed, like normal couples. Maybe sheâd be a cuddler. If she was, Sharon would have to fight for a divorce immediately. It might require a few false claims, but anything was on the table if it meant making sure those cold skinny arms stayed firmly away from her.
Taking a minute to properly wake herself up, Sharon reached for her phone and idly began to scroll. One new like on Instagram, bringing her total to a depressing seven. Someone had commented on the Facebook post sheâd been tagged in â probably Sasha talking about the cute animals in the video. And⌠a voicemail from Willam.
She winced as she listened.
âThanks for ruining Courtâs party, Sharon. I know you didnât wanna come, and I know I begged you, but if you were so desperate to get out of here that you were willing to cause a scene, make Alaska cry and make almost all of the guests leave out of awkwardness, you may as well have stayed at home. Thatâs the last fucking time I invite you to anything with real adults attending. Alaskaâs crying, Courtneyâs crying, and Iâm trying to clean up the party mess and your fucking mess at the same time. Get yourself together and grow the fuck up. The world isnât gonna coddle you whether you like it or not.â
Sharon felt a wave of fresh anger wash over her. Fuck Willam. Fuck Courtney and her shitty parties. Fuck Alaska. Fuck the government. Fuck anyone and anything who wasnât the bed she was currently tangled up in. No one else cared about her. Nothing else mattered.
Except maybe getting to her shitty job in time. Groaning, she forced herself out of the safe cocoon and hastily dragged her clothes off of the lazily-proclaimed âlaundry chairâ. She dressed quickly, deciding to forgo the heels and makeup even if it did mean sheâd have to endure twice the amount of ridicule from her colleagues. At least, she reasoned, Sasha would be there, and sheâd tell them to piss off if things got too much.
Sasha was pretty much the only positive thought in Sharonâs mind as she left her apartment. She seemed to be the only person left in Sharonâs life who didnât hate her, and whilst she knew sheâd eventually find a way to cock that friendship up too, she was grateful that Sasha remained.
It was Sasha who greeted Sharon that morning, taking no note of her lacklustre appearance as she cheerily handed her a steaming mug of coffee. Her smile was far too bright for any smile to be before noon, and Sharon eyed Sashaâs red lips with mounting suspicion.
âAlright, what gives?â Sharon flopped down into her seat, rolling the chair closer to the desk. âYouâve been grinning like a maniac for the entire walk into the building.â
Sasha tried to stifle her grin. âI have some brilliant news and with any luck, youâre gonna love me for it.â
Sharonâs eyes narrowed. âLord, have mercy on me.â
âItâs good! I mean it, it is.â Sasha defended herself. âSo, I have a meeting today and Iâve been told its pretty long, so one of my commissioned articles isnât going to get written⌠unless someone else takes it.â
âGreat.â Sharon joked stoically. âIâm sure Val-en-tina will love the extra work.â
Sasha sighed, still remaining as cheerful as before. âNo! I pulled some strings up top and I secured it for you! This oneâs all yours!â
âSashaâŚâ Sharon began, not sure where she was going with it.
If Sasha was telling the truth, it would be the first âproperâ article that Sharon had ever written. She was more than qualified to write â her degree and the crippling student loans proved that â but being stuck as an intern in a company that didnât even seem to know they were employing her had kept her down. Sasha putting in a good word, and trusting her with a big piece, could secure her the higher-paying journalism job sheâd been hoping for.
âI gotta head off; I emailed the file to you. Itâs really up your alley, a couple of interviews over the phone and some facts that I know youâve got stored in your head. You got this.â
Eager to start, Sharon flicked through her emails as soon as Sasha had walked off. As expected, there were no other requests for her to write anything, leaving her entire day free to work on whatever Sasha had left her. She clicked onto the email and read through it as fast as she could, her heart sinking. Of course, she knew it would be timer-related â almost every article nowadays was â but even so, this one would be killer.
Because of course, it just had to be a comparison between two different views of timer laws. It was a good topic, definitely. Lots of readers would be drawn in to that, meaning the pressure was on Sharon even more than before. Not only that, sheâd have to listen in the most unbiased way she could to a view she passionately hated.
This was going to be fun.
Deciding to get the worst one out of the way first, Sharon dialled the first number on her screen â Sasha had helpfully noted two phone numbers down, presumably in her own research. One had a little tick above it, the other a cross, indicating the ownerâs views towards the topic. She chose the tick, sighing.
âHi, this is Colette from Visageâs Marriage Magic, how can I help you?â
Sharon grimaced. âUh hi, this is The Looking Glass; weâre doing a piece on timer laws and wondered if you have a representative I can speak to for a short interview.â
Inadvertently, she pulled a face. It was rare that she had to use her âprofessionalâ voice, what with being treated as an intern rather than a proper employee, and never tackling a big article, so it felt strange to sound so formal. She made a mental note not to swear, sigh or use sarcasm throughout the call.
âOf course! Let me see whoâs free at the momentâŚâ
The line went quiet as the peppy receptionist went off in search of someone. In a matter of minutes she came back, instructed Sharon to write down and ring the phone number she reeled off, and wished her a good day.
On the first ring, the representative picked up.
âThe Looking Glass?â
Perhaps it was clichĂŠ for Sharon to say that her heart stopped, but in that moment, she was fully convinced that several seconds passed in which her heart refused to beat. Because, of course, in the haze of professionalism that sheâd thrown herself into, Sharon had forgotten that Visageâs Marriage Magic was not only the workplace of Courtney, but Alaska too.
âYes, thatâs me. Would you be able to answer a few questions for me?â
There was a pause. âSharon-â
âWould you be able to answer some questions?â Sharon interrupted, refusing to let the heavy tone in Alaskaâs voice distract her. In that moment, she couldnât have cared less that they didnât get along. It wasnât like she wanted to listen to her future wifeâs views on the arrangement, but she wanted a chance to move up in her career.
âYou donât want to listen to my views. Iâm not gonna hurt you with this.â Alaska responded, her voice catching.
Sharon bit her lip. âY-Youâre right. I donât. But please, just do it.â
âI donât wanna make you angry!â Alaska insisted. âI know that â I know that you donât really like me â we donât really get along â but I donât wanna do this if I know itâs gonna make you uncomfortable.â
âPlease.â Sharon begged, lowering her voice in case anyone around could hear and make fun of her. âI need you to do this. I donât want to hear it at all, but this is my only chance of moving up in this job to an actual position where I can be independent and actually use my degree. I really need you to do this for me.â
It sounded like a desperate plea, but it worked.
âWhat do you want to know?â
-
Surprisingly, talking with Alaska was easy. Perhaps it was because it was over the phone â meaning neither of them had to look at each other â or perhaps it was because there was no alcohol involved, or simply because Sharon remained fully professional the entire time. Either way, it was nothing like the night before. As it happened, Sharon was much better at keeping her true feelings to herself when she was sober.
Better still, the second number that Sasha had listed was none other than Bianca Del Rio herself, which cut Sharonâs workload in half. She didnât need to sit for an hour or two listening to Bianca explaining her views, having been campaigning alongside her for years. Instead, they caught up over the phone, Sharon relaying everything sheâd found out over the past fortnight.
âSo, thatâs the tea with me. Recovering okay. What about you?â
Biancaâs voice was as grating and matter-of-fact as it always had been. âSame old, same old. You know, I was going to visit you but I got a little sidetracked organising the last few campaigns, soâŚâ
âWithout me?â Sharon butted in.
She wasnât sure what surprised her the most â the fact that Bianca had been running protests without her, or the fact that it stung a little bit to hear.
Biancaâs response was instant. âI mean, if you were desperate to come you couldâve hopped your ass into a wheelchair and rolled along but I ainât putting shit on hold because of some broken bones.â
âRight, right.â Sharon muttered distractedly. âYeah, good. Keep the movement going and all that.â
She faltered. âI, um, I need to go and get this article done. Iâll talk to you later.â
Bianca said her goodbyes, but Sharon wasnât even really listening.
Had she been put on the shelf? Bianca knew her timer had gone skewed, and had witnessed Sharonâs panic amongst the crowd as the seconds ticked away. She knew thereâd been a car accident, which sheâd acknowledged with a brief phone call once Sharon had settled at Willamâs. Despite their closeness not extending to the lengths most people would expect a friendship to, Sharon still considered them close. They would never be the kind of friends to go to each otherâs homes and drink wine and gossip, but Bianca was almost like a mother to her. She knew all of Sharonâs worries, her hopes, her dreams, her fears. Sheâd been so young when Bianca had taken her under her wing and together theyâd been planning campaigns ever since.
It was a strangely alienating feeling. Sure, Sharon knew no one would understand her exact way of thinking, but Bianca was one of the few who came closest. Sasha tried, but ultimately went home to a wife, a soulmate, that she adored. Willam had been perfect, his view aligning perfectly with Sharonâs, until his crush turned out to be his soulmate and it all disappeared. Bianca was harsher than Sharon, more dead-set in her ways than Sharon, but they still connected. It was a mutual feeling of âeveryone else changed and left usâ, and it was almost as if a silent pact had been made that theyâd never change.
And now Bianca was just⌠moving on. Sharonâs first day back at work had deemed her fit enough to go to a protest, but sheâd heard nothing about any and as a result, had been left out. It was stupid to be upset about, but Sharon found she tended to get upset about anything these days.
Trying to take her mind off the situation, she started typing out the transcripts from the interviews, getting the most tedious part out of the way first. Naturally, hearing everything again made her feel worse.
S: Tell me your name and occupation, please. A: Iâm Alaska, and I work as a marriage therapist. S: So, how old were you when you found out about timers? A: I never had to be told, you know? I grew up in a household where it was just normal, all of the kids in the house knew that one day the numbers would get to zero and weâd fall in love with somebody. It was just normal. S: Whatâs your general view of timers? Love them or hate them? A: Obviously love. Theyâre all about love! I think that in the past, so many people have struggled with relationships that donât work out, people who arenât good for them, and thereâs nothing more romantic than your first love being the person who is literally your soulmate. The best person for you. I love everything about them. S: Whatâs your biggest fear with timers? A: I donât have one! A lot of people fear them because theyâre afraid that theyâre not gonna like their partner, or they wonât get on, but I work with these people daily. I see couples go from screaming at one another to happy families with children on a regular basis. I donât fear timers at all because every problem Iâve encountered in my job has a solution. Weâre all different, but we all love the same.
Weâre all different, but we all love the same.
Sharon rolled her chair backwards away from her desk, sighing deeply as she did so. Alaska had the exact opposite view to each and every one of Sharonâs, right down to the smallest details. The idea of the two of them marrying seemed preposterous, growing more and more ridiculous with each passing day. Every interaction, even their one over the phone, had cemented in Sharonâs mind that this was a marriage doomed to end in disaster.
Which was exactly what she wanted.
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