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tokoyamisstuff · 3 months ago

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I need some Mohawk mark head cannons I’m desperate for anything please😞😞😞

Sure thing, I love this unhinged little gremlin! Wrote a whole Oneshot as a special treat for you. 💅

Payback

x f! Reader (gender gets mentioned exactly twice)

Synopsis: In his timeline, Mohawk killed you for rejecting him - and now he seeks you out to do it again.

Warnings: mentions of murder and violence, sexual innuendos, unhealthy dynamics, swearing, not proofread

"Y/N? Im hurt...please, I need you! Y/N...? Ah, shit."

Mohawk was kicking the air in frustration, a little pout decorating his face as he scanned the small apartment for any hint of your whereabouts. He had thought you were home, since the window on the top floor stood wide open. Almost too easy.

Bummer. He was really looking forwards to killing you again...

...after all, last time he wasn't able to enjoy himself. Not really. It all happened so fast, the only thing he remembers is that in his lovesickness, he wanted to make you experience exactly how your rejection made him feel.

Before he even knew it, his fist had buried itself through your ribcage, holding your still beating heart in his own hand. The only way he'd ever get to have it - what tragic symbolism.

Not that he'd ever admit, but that betrayed expression of yours before he could literally feel your heart stop haunts him until this day.

The countless photos you had plastered all over one of the walls piqued his interest. Can't hurt to learn more about the version of you from this world, he thinks.

A particular one he rips off, nothing extraordinary but it bugs him how many they are. Plain selfies with you in various years and situations, together with that pathetic loser - the Mark from your timeline.

Seems like you're rather close, unlike him and his Y/N. And that fucker doesn't even realize how lucky he is.

Mohawk grits his teeth, a familiar jealous anger seething in the pit of his stomach once again.

It should've been him!

You on the other hand are blissfully unaware of the intruder in your house, let alone the catastrophy unfolding on the whole globe right this moment.

It was the day after your nightshift and you had just crawled out of bed, no intention of listening to the news as they only kill the vibe anyways. And in the middle of nowhere that you called your hometown, no one bothered giving an alarm or even evacuating, as it's most likely not going to be attacked.

After a nice, steaming hot shower you stroll out of the bathroom, humming a whimsy melody as you mentally prepare your day off...

...until you notice the stranger right in the middle of your living room.

Your shriek actually caughts him off guard and this moron joins right in, but after the initial shock you merely tilt your head in confusion. "...Invincible?"

Damn. Shit. Fuckfuckfuckfuckingfuck!

Mohawks brain currently had a short circuit apparently, staring at your almost naked form like a deer that had just been caught in the headlights.

Your hair was still damp, a towel - that was way too small for this purpose - wrapped around your curves. Shit. Seems like no matter which universe, you're drop-dead gorgeous. He mentally praises Art for having a groin cup sewn into this suit - or else he would've involuntarily presented something to you he's usually not so shy about.

"The one and only." He manages to regain his cool, smugly leaning against a counter...

...however his mind soon went blank once again when you rushed towards him, wrapping your arms around his torso with your barely covered body pressed against his.

Mohawk freezes, arms itching to return the embrace yet instead he lets them fall limp to the side, hands soon balling into tight fists as you stubbornly refuse to let go.

How dare you.

He should snap your neck like a twig- no, better, break every bone in your body for this insolence...

...but instead, he caughts himself resting his chin atop of your head.

"I missed you, ya know?" he mumbles against your hair, feeling the taunting way his heart flutters in his chest. It's drum is so loud in his head, he's certain you can hear it too. Fuck.

What the hell was he doing? He came here to give you a long, agonizing death, for fuck's sake!

"Well, you are the superpowered alien" you tease, softly poking his chest. "Maybe come around more often?"

Your friend was visibly uncomfortable with the whole exchange, but you didn't seem to notice. Whenever he failed to answer, you filled the gaps of silence with your own babbling instead. It's been way too long and you're simply excited to see him again.

"Is that the new suit you were talking about?" you wonder, still holding onto the sides of his shoulders. Feeling a blush form on his cheeks he quietly glances away, feeling oddly embarrassed under your scrutiny.

"It suits you! But what about that hair?" One of your hands runs through his mohawk and he has to physically fight the urge to purr like some needy stray cat. "...you don't like it?"

You shrug, raising your hands in a placating manner. "No, I mean yes, I mean...it looks super cool and all..." That statement made his chest swell with pride, and he could almost feel his confidence returning. "Doesn't really suit an innocent guy like you though, am I wrong?"

Innocent. Ugh. His variant is so fucking boooring, but he couldn't let his true colors show just yet. This was getting way too amusing.

Only now you noticed the huge gash on his left arm where the fabric of his suit was torn, the blood running down your fingers. Hardly a scratch for a superior Viltrumite like he called himself one.

Again Mohawk felt his chest narrowing at such great display of care, the way you worriedly examined his wound despite knowing how tough his kind was. "This is nothing, it'll be healed by-"

"Na-a-ah!" You scolded him and he wanted to sass right back, but all word of protest died on his tongue. "Come, sit down on the sofa. I'll patch you up."

He complies without second thought, following you like a lost puppy.

The heart wants what it wants.

"You finished whatever mission you were on, right? Because I'm almost done cooking as well" you tell him while working on the bandage, and he has a hard time concentrating on anything else when you're so close, touching him so gently, and your eyes shine so bright. "Be my guest?"

His eyes dart bewteen you any the bandage for a brief while, examining your handiwork before sheepishly accepting your offer. "If you insist...got nothing better to do."

Oh.

When he thought there was nothing to lose by staying for a while, he totally forgot about your absolutely horrid cooking. He remembers it from his Y/N, she used to make it all the time.

In his empire he is provided with the most sublime meals, prepared by the best chef's of across the galaxy...and yet, this homely, nostalgic feeling your food provided is something no one could replicate.

"You still eat this crap?" He picks at the food, plain mac and cheese from the box, but you always claimed you 'improve the flavor' somehow.

"Your fault for not calling beforehand. If I knew I'd be having a guest, I'd have cooked something properly." You scold him playfully, gesturing with the fork to add to your statement. "I mean I'm single and practically live at work, why put in the effort?"

You're single.

That damned boyfriend of yours isn't with you in this universe.

Not that it'd have been any hindrance if he was, but this made things so much more easier.

Back at his dimension, he always wondered what you saw in this guy. He was a nobody that could never even dream compare to his greatness - and yet you chose him over Mohawk anyways.

"You're so broody again today." Concerningly enough, that's basically his standard state of being ever since he became a superhero - and knowing him it meant no good. "Do you want to talk about it, or would you like some distraction?"

His screams had been music in his ears, though...

Mohawk puts the plate down, shuffling a little too close for your liking towards the other end of the sofa. His gaze was stern, softening ever so slightly when you put your hand on the small of his back.

"Say, do you..." he swallows hard around the lump forming in his throat, taking both of your hands into his as he stared at you utterly forlorn. "Did you ever think we could've been more than just friends?"

Huh?!?

That question caught you so off guard, for a second you thought about punching yourself in the face to see if you were dreaming.

It's not like you haven't thought about it before, to be perfectly honest.

Mark Grayson is a fairly attractive guy - inside and out - and you two always clicked well. If it wasn't for the huge distance separating you and him, you might've certainly catched feelings.

Your grandma lived next door with his family, so you befriended each other as kids and played whenever you visited her during the holidays. But life happens and people grow up, so even though his powers would easily allow him to visit you more often, his priorities simply lie elsewhere.

You barely text these days, and see each other maybe once or twice a month at max. Adult life gets busy, that's just the way it works.

Not to mention the most important fact: He currently has a girlfriend.

There was a long pause of silence between his question and your answer, and the more time passed the more anxiety - and violent anger - emerged in his brain.

"Be honest" he pushes at your lack of an answer, insistingly squeezing your hands.

"What, trouble in paradise already?" You cut him off with a judging, almost irritated glare and for a moment he is taken aback. "You told me like a week ago how happy you are with Eve, that she's the love of your life, blah blah blah..."

Samantha Eve Wilkins.

Sure, he had been with her before in his world as well, always trying to make you jealous. Claiming that you were insignificant, while he was with a literal goddess...

...and still, whenever they kissed, whenever she laid beneath him, hell, even whenever they just were around each other, all he could think of was how much he yearned for her to be you instead.

It wasn't enough, never enough to make those feelings go away. In the end he killed her simply for the crime of not being able to replace you.

"Sorry, but I'm not a homewrecker." You want to turn away, angry and disappointed that you seemed to have mistaken him for a good guy, but Mark takes ahold of your chin, letting his thumb run over your bottom lip as he forces you to keep looking.

He'd get that attitude out of you pretty easily.

"Y/N..." The name rolls of his lips like a lovesong, and he drags it out for as long as the air in his lungs allowed him to. "There's no more Eve in my life. And I don't want her, or anyone else but you!"

A boyish smile tugs on his lips when he realizes that despite playing coy, you're receptive to his touch. He feels your breathing hitch when he came forwards, his nose brushing against yours as he waited for your reaction.

There. Gotcha.

The slightest twitch was enough of a sign for him to close the gap between your lips, mouth crashing over yours in all forms of desire. He was passionate, desparate even in the way his tongue delved into your mouth, needing you quite literally more than oxygen. His hands roam across your body, stroking and squeezing and crushing you agaisnt him, not knowing where to settle.

Mark's eyes stay wide open during the kiss, savouring every detail as if to commit it to memory. This, the real deal, is so much better than all those others he used to try and fill the void your absence has left in his soul.

His heart is practically clawing against his ribcage by now, subconscious screaming at him to never let anyone take you away from him again.

Not even yourself.

"Breaking news!" the volume of your TV that always ran in the background suddenly spiked up, and for the fraction of a second Mark's grip on you bordered on painful.

However it wasn't enough to keep you preoccupied, partially breaking the kiss to glance over to the screen...

...and what you saw made cold dread creep up your spine.

"Multiple superhumans all resembling Invincible are wreaking havoc in cities all around the world, overwhelming local and government forces. The police is advising everyone that if you come across one of those invididuals, do not approach them. They are dangerous and unpredictable. Remain hidden and report to local authori-"

It's him.

"They never get my good site" Mohawk's neck cracks as he moves his head from left to right, trying to relieve some stress of having been so rudely interrupted. He's not acknowledging your distress at all, instead looking straight ahead towards the footage of himself making the London Bridge collapse. "But hey, do you like what I've done to the place?"

You didn't even fully register what the news broadcaster had been explaining, and frankly it wouldn't be helpful either way - because at this moment, one of those villains destroying everything in their path was sitting right next to you.

"Please-"

"Relax, would you" he cuts you off both harshly and encouraging, draping an arm over your shoulder and letting out a content sigh. "If I wanted you dead, you'd already be. Okay, maybe that was the plan in the beginning" he chuckled gleeful, "but I changed my mind."

"Wha- how- who are you?" you whimmer only to be met with a smile so innocently, it bordered on pure madness.

"I'm Invicible, but..." he ponders, thoughtfully tapping his jaw. "...from an alternate universe, I guess? Never fully understood how this shit works."

You frown. "So what, you're just like some cheap, evil version of our Mark Grayson?"

"And- why are you at my house?" You have a distinct apprehension about his reasons.

"Oh, babydoll...so stubborn" he cockily corrects you, forcefully leading your hand to rest above his sternum. "I'm the upgrade."

"In my world we go way back, you know?" Mohawk holds your face with his free hand, pressing an absentminded kiss on your forehead. "The old story: Boy falls in love, girl breaks his heart, boy brutally murders girl..." he trails off, but the picture was clearly painted. "I came here to give you what you deserve."

"...and now?"

"Still do" he shrugs, a devilish glint in his eyes as he got an idea. "But I came to think that maybe you deserve something different..."

His words make you shiver, but he only laughs at your misery. "You're trembling. Cute. But I prefered you before. I like dominant women!"

When your eyes gloss in dread, Mohawk looked almost convincingly worried, hushing you while his lips erase the teardrops running down your cheeks. Delightful not only for him...

...because much to your horror, it was oddly comforting.

Out of a whim you get pulled onto his lap, unable to escape his suffocating proximity. You look at him with a mixture of fear and curiosity, which only spurs him to become bolder. He tugs on your towel so that it'd reveal what's beneath, shamelessly groaning at the sight.

"I wanted to hear you scream my name one last time..." he admitted, playfully wriggling his eyebrows. "But there's other ways to achieve that."

Mohawk leans in, the contrast of his hot breath against the chilling air rising goosebumps on your skin. You shiver, a strangled noise of approval vibrating in your throat when you feel his hands devote themselves to more sensitive parts of your body.

"Whaddaya say, sugar? I'll make it worth your while."

#invincible #mark grayson x reader #mohawk mark x reader #mark grayson #mohawk mark #movincihawk #writing #fanfiction #oneshot

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paigesluver · 2 months ago

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A Little Sparkle, A Little Secret

paige bueckers x fem reader

synopsis; at paige bueckers’ WNBA Draft night, a simple necklace reveals a quiet romance that had been hiding in plain sight — turning friendship into something more, one subtle moment at a time.

warnings; fluff

hi hi! i’ve had this written since draft night and finally got around to completing it. but did y’all see that necklace on azzi today? yeahhhh😽😽 i hope y’all enjoy this one🙂‍↕️

Paige Bueckers lit up the orange WNBA Draft carpet in a custom Coach suit that looked like it was made of stardust — mocha brown, dripping in over 200,000 glass crystals, with wide-leg pants, a Y2K vest top, and a blazer that shimmered with every step. Her long, wavy hair framed her face, and the black platform shoes only added to the glow she carried — part nerves, part pride, part finally.

You were right behind her — not a player, but a familiar face. You were the student manager for UConn’s team, always in the background, always around. Fans knew you. Some had noticed how you and Paige were nearly inseparable. But it was always chalked up to friendship. You’d both even played into it — “best friends,” you’d say in interviews, laughing like it was the easiest answer in the world.

But tonight, you wore something new.

Something no one could ignore.

A diamond “P” pendant rested against your skin — simple, subtle, but loud in its own way.

No one could have guessed it had been a pre-game gift. Not after the win, not after the celebration — but right before the biggest moment of Paige’s college career.

Just before warmups, Paige had pulled you aside in the tunnel. The arena hadn’t even filled yet, but the energy was already thick. Paige looked calm, but you knew better. There was adrenaline in her eyes — and something else.

“I’ve been saving this,” Paige murmured, slipping a small box into your hand. “Today felt right.”

Inside: the necklace.

“For good luck,” she added, her voice softer now. “And so you’ll have a piece of me, for when I’m not standing next to you.”

It was a good luck charm for the game — but more than that, it was a keepsake. A quiet promise. Her way of saying you’ll still have a piece of me with you, even when this chapter was over. A lowkey but loaded moment — one that hinted at the shift coming for both of you, while quietly confirming what no one else had ever known.

You put it on right then and there. They won. Everything changed after that — but one thing didn’t: the necklace stayed on.

Fast forward to draft night, and it didn’t take long for fans to start piecing things together. After Paige lit up the carpet in her shimmering mocha suit, she slipped away and changed — swapping the glittering set for a sharp black Coach power suit, braless under the blazer, the lapels catching the light with a subtle shimmer. She looked like everything the league had been waiting for.

And when the commissioner finally called her name?

You were the first person she hugged.

Not her parents. Not her coaches. Not even her teammates.

You stood first, arms already open, eyes already shining.

Paige walked straight into you.

It lasted only a few seconds. Just long enough to make fans watching at home blink twice.

Then the tweets started.

“Did anyone else notice that necklace? 👀 Same one from the championship…”

“Paige just gave her the FIRST hug. I’m not saying anything, but I’m saying something... 🤔”

“Okay but WHY does it feel like they’ve been dating for a while and we’re just catching up?”

“They’ve been dropping hints and I’m picking them up! That necklace is too meaningful to be a coincidence.”

“How are they keeping this a secret when the necklace is literally screaming it? 😂”

“That necklace didn’t just appear outta nowhere y’all. The math is mathing. 💅”

Then came the news stories.

“Paige Bueckers’ Draft Night Mystery Guest Turns Heads”

“Is Her ‘Best Friend’ Actually Her Girlfriend? Fans Think So”

Still, nothing official. No hand-holding. No Instagram drops. Just tension, shared smiles, and that necklace that kept catching the flashbulbs.

The real moment came later — at the after-party.

Away from the buzz, in a quieter corner of the room, you leaned your head against Paige’s shoulder.

“You think people figured it out?” you asked, just loud enough over the music.

Paige looked at you, her fingers gently tugging the chain around your neck.

“They’ve been figuring it out,” she said. “Let ’em.”

You grinned. “No regrets?”

Paige tilted her head. “I gave you that necklace before the biggest game of my life. You think I’m scared of a few tweets?”

You didn’t post anything. But someone else did — a snap of you two mid-laugh, your hand resting easily on Paige’s thigh, the necklace front and center.

No caption. No confirmation.

Just two “best friends,” looking a whole lot like something more.

And the internet?

Oh, they knew.

#paige bueckers #paige bueckers x fem reader #paige bueckers fic #paige bueckers x female reader #paige bueckers uconn #uconn wbb #uconn women’s basketball #paige bueckers x reader #uconn huskies #paige bueckers smut

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sammylkcho · 8 months ago

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I beg of possessive sprout/GN! reader :3

- 🐺🔥💅

My first anon with emojis, welcome! It took me a while to write this, especially because it was something I was really excited to work on

I'm so sorry for the delay, I hope you like it!

Warnings/Notes: GN!Reader, possessive Sprout, jealous, just a little bit attitude of yandere, maybe..

For as long as you could remember, Sprout was always attached to you like gum, though it was odd—he was a strawberry, not gum.

More than once, your handler (the same one who managed Shelly) had to separate you both when it was time for your strict bed schedules in your respective rooms. Of course, just after midnight, Sprout would show up in your room with his pillow.

You didn’t mind these little things Sprout did at all—sometimes he even brought Cosmo, and it turned into a sleepover for the three of you! It was fun, and the best feeling in the world was taking a breather from everything around you. Especially for Sprout, who spent all day looking after the little ones at the Gardenview Center, not to mention the “special” days of the week with cooking demonstrations alongside Cosmo.

Sometimes, you felt a bit powerless, unable to share or lighten his exhaustion at the end of the day. You’d tell him he could take a break, even offering to keep a few kids with you (even if you weren’t the most popular toon) so he could get a quick rest, but he always turned it down, saying he was fine.

“I’m one of the mains; I can handle this. Besides, you should rest too! I could make you some cookies with Cosmo.”

You loved and hated that concern of his at the same time; sometimes it was overwhelming because, no matter how much you begged or asked him to take a break, the conversation always veered toward your well-being or baking you something you’d like.

Outside of those topics or the times you’d end up pouting in a corner, feeling helpless, everything was perfect. Being with the other toons was amazing; each had their own special charm that always managed to make you laugh. And of course, always with Sprout by your side (weird)—even he enjoyed being with everyone else.

But as they say, it was all too perfect to be true.

Boxten had been the first to be corrupted by the ichor.

Poor Poppy couldn’t believe her best friend had been turned into something like that. None of you believed it until Poppy tried to get close to him and was met with scratches and bruises marked across her skin.

They managed to pull her to safety just in time, bringing her to the elevator, and Tisha took care of her wounds, as there was no toon around who knew how to treat injuries.

"That… that wasn’t Boxten, was it?” you murmured, barely audible, resting your back against the elevator wall as you placed your right hand on the cold floor.

The sudden grasp of someone’s hand startled you for a moment. Turning, you realized it was your favorite strawberry.

Giving you one of his usual (this time, genuinely warm) smiles, he sat beside you, interlacing both your hands.

“You’re alright, aren’t you?” he asked, tilting his head to one side as he looked you up and down, searching for the slightest scratch.

“Yes.. I’m fine… it’s just, ugh.” With your left hand, you rubbed your face, struggling to find the right words for the whirlwind of emotions and thoughts inside you.

None of the toons had seen anything so violent, perhaps aside from the occasional squabble between kids or adults at Gardenview, but nothing like this.

“That thing wasn’t Boxten! It hurt Poppy; it didn’t seem to show her any compassion!” Your voice trembled with every word, and you could even feel your teeth chattering when you stopped talking.

“We saw him just fine this morning… he was fine…”

You began to sob, small tears escaping your eyes as you tried to calm yourself.

Gently, Sprout pulled you close, wrapping you in his arms and pressing you to his chest, with your face right where his scarf lay, not minding if it got wet from your tears.

“Shh… what matters is that we’re okay now, right?” he murmured.

“But Boxten and Poppy—”

“We’re okay.”

This time, it wasn’t a question; it was a confirmation, and you swallowed all your doubts and fears, nodding without another word.

He gave you one of those warm smiles he saved just for you. It was like freshly baked cookies—warm and sweet.

“We’re okay.” You repeated in a low but audible tone, curling up in his arms, trying to keep all the intrusive thoughts at bay.

When all the toons gathered in the lobby, they seemed like angry animals surrounding a single prey they all wanted to hunt down—Dandy.

The poor main seemed so relieved to see you when you arrived, as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

“Oh,” he shouted, calling your name from where he was cornered, “give me a hand here! Some of them think there are monsters on certain floors, which is crazy because—”

“You’re trying to involve Y/N in your lie, Dandy?” Sprout interrupted, his voice so low that it startled some of the toons nearby.

“All I’m saying is that some of you are imagining things that aren’t true” Dandy replied, glancing between you and Sprout.

“And Y/N would understand better the lie you’re all plotting to spread. Right?”

Sprout’s grip on your hand tightened as Dandy spoke to you again, greatly angering him.

Why did he have to drag you into this lie he was planning?

“Boxten… that thing wasn’t Boxten. Boxten would never attack or hurt anyone, especially not Poppy.” You managed to say, shaking your head repeatedly as if trying to erase the image of Boxten attacking Poppy.

You could hear the voices of several toons rising as they confronted Dandy about the corrupted versions of various toons they had encountered or been attacked by.

In the midst of this chaos, Sprout’s voice brought you back to the present.

“Let’s go. We could find Cosmo and do something, just the three of us.” His voice was monotonous, but you didn’t pay it much mind, letting him lead the way.

Days went by, each shorter than the last, or one quicker than the next.

Several toons decided to form groups of eight to explore different floors and extract the ichor from some machines; the reasons for it faded from your mind under the stress and anxiety of possibly losing another toon.

What mattered was that you had Sprout, as unusual as he sometimes was.

You were in the elevator with Sprout, Goob, Glisten, Tisha, and Vee. This time, it was only the six of you since Toddles had been hurt by a twisted, and Rodger wanted to look after her.

As usual, you had your hand interlocked with Sprout’s, a gentle comfort.

The usual music from Dandy’s radio reached your ears, and you realized you hadn’t noticed when he arrived.

You turned slightly to look back at him, and when he caught your gaze, he immediately smiled and waved at you.

Not wanting to ignore him, you let go of Sprout’s hand for a moment and waved back.

Not five seconds passed before you noticed how quickly Sprout turned to look between you and Dandy. Dandy’s smile twisted into something that seemed to taunt Sprout without a word.

You looked at Sprout, noticing the leaves casting shadows on his face, making it difficult to discern his expression.

Before you could say anything, Dandy bid only you farewell before lowering his shop lever and disappearing, as he always did when the elevator reached its destination.

“You can wait outside while Goob distracts everyone, okay?” He took both your hands this time.

His sudden shift in demeanor puzzled you, but you simply nodded, stepping out as the elevator doors opened.

Sprout’s smile vanished once you were out of sight, replaced by a dark scowl.

“You shouldn’t lower yourself to Dandy’s level. He only does that to make you jealous,” Vee commented, her sudden presence by his side not surprising him at all.

“He thinks he’s the center of the universe with Y/N’s attention” he retorted, frowning at the thought of the bothersome flower.

“And you keep playing his "little, stupid and silly game".”

“I’m going to Y/N; I don’t trust Goob enough to keep all the twisteds distracted.” He changed the subject, moving in your direction.

“Let they breathe a little; even I’d feel suffocated if you were on me 24/7,” Vee commented, her tone serious.

Sprout halted, giving her a dark yet blank stare.

“Who are you to debate that?”

Without waiting for a response, he left the elevator, heading toward where you were. He’d left you alone on that floor long enough and still didn’t trust Goob’s distraction abilities.

Meanwhile, Vee grew frustrated with her friend’s childish, ridiculous behavior. He never seemed to leave you alone, even keeping you in the kitchen just for “company” or to show off his culinary skills.

Sometimes, she thought Sprout was even pushing his own limits, but she still trusted he couldn’t be so possessive.

Well.

She hoped you would set some boundaries too.

#dandy's world x reader #sprout x reader #sprout dandys world #dandys world x reader

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rainrot4me · 4 days ago

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How would they react if reader wanted to cockwarm them 👀

Also your writing is absolutely gorgeous hello how come you’re not famous 💅

✦ . jeff the killer

He freezes at first—like his brain short-circuits and has to reboot. You say it so casually and he’s suddenly sweating bullets.

“Wait… You mean—you’re just gonna sit there? No moving? Just…?”

You nod sweetly.

His pupils blow wide. He pretends he’s unaffected, but his whole body is trembling the entire time. He’s trying so hard to play it cool, teeth clenched, fists balled, until you lean forward and kiss his neck like you’ve done nothing wrong.

“You’re evil,” he rasps. “Actual demon. I love you.”

Neither of you can hold still for more than 3 minutes.

✦ . ticci toby

Instant flustered mess. He twitches, stammers, and stares at you like you just cursed him.

“Wait, what? You wanna—like—me stay in you? But we’re…not…?”

You just hum and rest your head on his chest.

He doesn’t know what to do with himself. All that stimulation and no movement? He melts into you, his hands gripping your waist like it’s the only thing grounding him. The overstimulation rides the line between panic and pure affection.

“This is gonna kill me,” he whines. “You’re literally gonna-a kill me.”

You last 8 minutes before you both get too touchy.

✦ . eyeless jack

He pauses. Tilts his head, calculating your tone.

“You sure?” he murmurs. “That’s… intense.”

Jack sees it as sacred—bonding, not just indulgence. Once he’s convinced you’re not teasing, he folds you against his chest and lets the silence stretch. His hands move up and down your back like he’s memorizing the shape of your soul.

“Tell me when it’s too much,” he says softly. “Or not enough.”

You stay there for what feels like hours. Breathing in sync. Nothing rushed. Just…together.

Total time: 1 hour 14 minutes.

✦ . masky (tim wright)

You say it and he immediately scowls.

“Seriously? You wanna do that? You know how torturous that is?”

But the moment you climb on, he grips your hips tight. You see it in his eyes—the tension, the hunger, the way he’s dying not to move.

He growls in your ear, voice low and dangerous:

“You better enjoy this, because I’m gonna ruin you when it’s over.”

But he doesn’t push. He lets you have your silence. And the longer you stay like that, the more you feel his breathing even out… his arms slowly wrapping around you tighter than before.

You last 14 minutes before letting him take over.

✦ . hoodie (brian thomas)

He doesn’t react at first. Just blinks slowly behind the mask.

“That’s what you want?” he murmurs. “You don’t want anything else?”

You shake your head and settle in his lap. His gloved hands wrap around your thighs like a cage—steady, silent, sure. He doesn’t need to speak. His body says everything.

There’s something sacred in it. Something his.

He nestles his forehead against yours and whispers, “Then don’t go anywhere. Stay with me.”

Easily 45 minutes.

✦ . ben drowned

Your words short-circuit him. He blinks rapidly, flush creeping up his neck.

“Y-You wanna just—just sit there?? Like—no movement at all? That’s so…”

He swallows.

“Hot. Terrifying. But hot.”

He tries to play it cool, but his pixelated nerves are fried. He whines when you get comfortable, trying to stay still even though you’re being sweet.

“You’re such a menace,” he grumbles. “A persistent menace. I’m obsessed with you.”

He lasts 16 minutes before begging you to move.

✦ . laughing jack

At first? Confusion.

“Is this one of those new-age things? Some kinda weird kink challenge?”

But when you explain—no, it’s just closeness, just stillness—his grin falters.

“Oh…”

He softens, surprisingly. Like you cracked through something lonely inside him. He hums a little circus tune as you curl against him.

“I’ve never done quiet love before,” he whispers. “You’re ruining me. I love it.”

And he stays still. For you. For as long as you need.

Surprisingly, 52 minutes.

✦ . slenderman

He tilts his head, unreadable. But something shifts in the air—like gravity settling around you.

“A tether,” he says. “You wish to anchor us.”

You nod. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t ask more. Just takes you into his arms and folds his tendrils protectively around you. The act becomes something cosmic. Timeless.

He doesn’t speak again. But in the stillness, you feel it:

I am yours. And you are mine. Entirely.

We have a winner: 2 hours.

꩜ .ᐟ

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nanaseo1999 · 15 days ago

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"IT STARTED WITH A DOG..."

Genre(s): SMAU, fluff, sfw

Pairing(s) : Hector Fort x Félix fem!reader

Warning(s): Teasing between siblings, soft reveal

Summary: In which João Félix' sister fell in love with the player 32 of the FC Barcelona, Hector Fort.

Face claim : Cindy Kimberly

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ynfelix the most beautiful dog, my baby ❤️

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joaofelix79 don't start to steal my Floki

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| ynfelix its our dog joão

| joaofelix79 MY dog, you mean

| ynfelix 🙄

hctorforrt you are prettier

| ynfelix don’t make me block you

| joaofelix79 please do

lamineyamal she just posted and he already commented 💀

username1 Is she João's sister?? why is no one talking about this

| ynfelix not a secret but go off bestie

username2 who else ships her with Héctor?? just me??

| joaofelix79 just you

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joaofelix79 floki 🐶

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ynfelix such a hater

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| joaofelix79 I'm not

| hugofelix18 you are

| ynfelix at least I have one intelligent brother

username1 not them fighting over a dog

| username2 this family is pure ✨entertainment✨

| username3 Floki deserves all the love, honestly 🐶❤️

| ynfelix I mean, who wouldn’t want Floki on their side?

| joaofelix79 @ynfelix True, but don’t forget who’s the favorite

hctorforrt Family drama and doggos, the perfect combo 😂

username4 Can we get a Floki cam please? I’m here for it!

| hugofelix18 Only if Floki promises not to start another fight 😅

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ynfelix ⛵

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hugofelix13 our sunshine❤️

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lamineyamal is it normal that hector is at the beach too?

| ynfelix im supposed to respond what 🧍‍♀️

| joaofelix what ???

| hctorforrt calm down hermano

| ynfelix we're not together joão

| joaofelix79 so explain hector story

username1 why is this family all pretty

| ynfelix 🥹

username1 not João investigating like a dad with a teenage daughter 😭 username2 “we’re not together” = not a no either 👀

username3 Lamine knew something and said NOTHING 😤

| lamineymal idk anything fr 😇

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hctorforrt 🇮🇹

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lamineyamal hermano 😂

ynfelix stop copying me 🙄

joaofelix79 you better have a good reason hector...

| hctorforrtchill bro, I’m just here for the sun ☀️

username1 not joão sounding like a jealous dad 😭

paucubarsi why didn't you bring me with you 😞

| hctorforrti don't have too 🙄😂

| ynfelix poor cubarsi , next time call me

| paucubarsi yes mami ��

username2 yn being the oldest sibling energy again 💅

username3 "yes mami" IM CRYINGGG 💀😭

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ynfelix back to home with mom and @ joaofelix79 ⚾❤️

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joaofelix79 about time❤️‍🔥

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hugofelix13 carla and floki stole the show tbh 👑

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hctorforrt glad you’re home. tell floki i said hi

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username1 joão watching baseball like he’s plotting something 😭

| ynfelix realll

username2 this post screams “i’m safe now” and i love it 🥹

username3 why is everyone pretending like she wasn’t just at the beach 👀

carla_felix you forgot to post dessert 😒

| ynfelix we can literally see it , mom ...

username4 the beach story was 3 slides ago babes… we remember 😮‍💨

| ynfelix lets forget it 👀

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ynfelix messy photo dump 🌻but I look kinda cute so...

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username1 i love how her vibe changes every slide 🩷

alexiaputellas ok but the freckles in slide 1?? perfection.

| ynfelix thanks mother !!!

username2 slide 3 is suspiciously cozy… whose couch is that? 👀

| hctorforrt mind your business

| joaofelix79 no, I want to know too

joaofelix79 Where’s the dog at. He’s the only one I trust here

| ynfelix He was napping. Unlike you, he minds his business 💅

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hctorforrt (no hiding anymore I guess) 💌

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ynfelix you’re so unserious but i luv you ❤️

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username1 Oh it’s official official 😭❤️

username2 How did we go from "just the dog" to THIS???

joaofelix79 i miss when she only loved Floki.

| ynfelix Floki still comes first. always.

| hctorforrt fair. I accept second place 🫡

username3 the last pic healed a part of me I didn’t know was broken 🥹

paucubarsi So I really was the last to know huh… my heart 💔

| joaofelix79 join the club.

| ynfelix pau do you want a hug 😭

pablogavi WAIT. You guys are actually together?? I thought this was a long joke

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| ynfelix you knew ??

| lamineyamal girl i edited one of the pics 💅

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ynfelix i kinda like this new life...🌸

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hctorforrt my favorite photo is the third one. obviously.

| ynfelix hm… not the second one with your whole family? 😗

| hctorforrt I meant the cat, babe. don't make this a thing 😭

joaofelix79 we're just letting the cat replace me now huh

| ynfelix she’s more photogenic than you, what can I say

alexiaputellas as you should 🫶🏼

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pablogavi just realized I’m not in a single pic. noted.

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lamineyamal she’s living the dream tbh

| ynfelix join me. We have snacks and naps.

hugofelix13 I literally took the second pic btw. You’re welcome.

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username1 the way the cat is judging us all in pic 3 😭😭

hectorfortfan someone get hector a pic with the cat too, it’s only fair

joaofelix79 @hugofelix13 let’s unionize. she’s changed

| hugofelix13 she's 22, joao it's normal...

| joaofelix79 I can't accept it...

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Hello!! Can I request windbreaker boys (suo, sakura, kaji and sako) having a crush on reader whos REALLY popular like way popular that has everyone wrapped around their finger? Everything they do gets fawned over by everyone? Like for example reader is just walking and passers by will say: “theyre walking” “so cute.” “so feminine” and cue the boys literally getting jealous? Thank you!

a/n : sometimes i very much wish to be y/n... anyways , these boys have me in brainrot and you guys are feeding my delulu very well , thank u. Also i made them confess at the end , i hope you guys like it. 🫡🙂‍↕️

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Boss Bitch 💅

ft : Hayato Suo , Haruka Sakura , Kaji Ren , Kota Sako.

Hayato Suo

You were intriguing and mysterious to him , as if he himself isn't like that enough. He found you on the same wavelength with him when you walked through a crowd and everybody whispered about how beautiful you were etc. He also loved how you made everything else a background noise for him when you entered somewhere.

He watched with a relaxed smile but he wasn't immune to your charm ofc. He had eyes and was a straight guy who is attracted to girls. So like everybody , he took a second maybe even the third glance at you.

But this came with it's problems as well for him. You didn't attract positive attention all the time , but some negative ones too. Boys would hit on you relentlessly , if you were ever to smile at one single of them , they would brag it for the rest of their week. He was a jealous man at heart , although he had no right to show it. In his opinion you didn't belomg to him so he has no right to show it but it does nothing to calm the jealousy brewing inside him.

So he does what he does best. He watches from a far and intervenes when things get uncomfy for you. Ruins that man's reputation like he has a personal problem. Says sth so shocking and clever that the man can't even understand it on the point , gets it in the middle of the night , only to have the worst existencial crisis known to mankind.

"You look like a charcoal trying to hit on a diamond. It's milennias early for you to succeed that. Don't you think so ?"

And a happy ending because this man is a gentleman. He can't handle all that anger , jealousy and hatred so he mans up and asks you out.

Haruka Sakura

This man can NOT comprehend how you do it. He was used to rejection , disapproval , disgust until very recently. He gave up on receiving people's acknowledgement. But you were over there being treated like royalty even tho you didn't know how to fight and people didn't see you as a strong person. People would do anything just for a sign from you , or just a few words you would talk to them. You would just walk into the cafeteria of the school and at least 5 boys and a few girls who wanted to be your friend would offer to pay for your lunch. How did you have so many people at your command , at your feet ?

He saw you as someone beautiful , the type that he doesn't even think he deserves to look at. He didn't know what was the thing he felt inside when you smiled at his direction , or talked to him. That was unfamiliar and scary for him because whenever you did what spell you put on him , he gets locked up and zoned out for at least 5 minutes. He hates it. He hates how weak it makes him feel. But hates it more when he noticed how he yearns for that warmth...

Kaji Ren

He is jealous asf. But in two ways. He is jealous of other guys who are trying desperately to ask you out. Because he thinks no one , esp not those bastards , deserve your presence as a partner. Gets unintentionally violent and when sbd asks what's wrong , he just tells he doesn't know. Because that's the truth , he doesn't know. But also he is jealous of you. He is jealous of the attention you get , but not in a negative way. He doesn't want that to end for you but wants the same type of friendships and relationships for himself as well. Because you make it look so enjoyable from an outsider's perspective.

He probably doesn't ask you out himself because he doesn't even know what familial love is , let alone a romantic one. But he makes you notice his presence when you most need sbd. And that is more than enough for you to hold on to for a few years until he grows and understands what is it that he is feeling towards you.

This boy LEGIT takes off his headphones when he first sees you because that's how calm and silent you make the world for him. He blinks rapidly like he has sth he is trying to understand very carefully. Because he has. He tries to understand what have you done to him to make him like this. He has been a lot calmer and the first thing he does when he enters an area you potentially visit is to search for you.

You smile at someone or you just walk past him in a street and his heart is racing the rythm of the heavy bass in his headphone to see which is faster.

He makes shy excuses to be around you , without being seen to anyone else because he knows he won't be able to explain what's going on with him.

And ofc he knows boys will try to ask you out. I mean who wouldn't ? Anybody with a half functioning brain could see how you walked around like you didn't even belong to this world but the divine world instead. He doesn't even thinks that he deserves you as a monster. Because he thinks you two would be "the beauty and the monster" next to each other. Not by outlooks, but by characteristics.

Does it help anything to calm his jealousy down ? Absolutely not. After falling in love with you , the lollipops he sucks on started running out faster because there are ALWAYS boys around you and he doesn't wanna lose his temper on them and scare you away. Went berserk one time due to the overwhelming rage no matter how controlled he tried to act, but then cried to himself in a secluded area of his school.

In a moment of despair where he spiralled about how he wants you but he thinks you deserve sbd worth more than him, our dear Tamonten King Hiragi comes to his rescue and encourages him to ask you out. He confesses with a playlist he makes for you and then flees away blushing. Doesn't calm down for a loooong time.

Kota Sako

This man is a quiet observer who doesn't really speak much already so the first time he sees you , he completely forgets how to talk. He is literally blabbering to his friends in the middle of his speech because you have a mind-bogling beauty. "How does she do it ?" he thinks. And unfortunately he has no answer.

You walk around like you are in a fashion show , in a simple t-shirt and comfy shorts but still looking like you are in a photoshoot rn. You smile at just one single person and everybody , including him , goes 🥰🤭. They swarm around you like a honeybee who is trying to find flowers. You don't really pay for anything , they do it for you instead.

This does spark the calmest of jealousies in him. Calm , for now. But what do they say ? Beware of the wrath of a patient man. Because unlike the others , this man goes violent when he feels overwhelmed. Beats people half to death just because they asked you out.

He doesn't really have any insecurities that prevents him from asking you out , except for syhness that is. He doesn't find himself ugly or anything but he thinks you are too beautiful instead to be with someone like him. Also he knows he will be a blabbering and blushing mess if he ever went near you with that intention. But if he can't have you , no one else can either. He is in a deadloop because of this.

Idk what happens that he asks you out. But he prepares a fcking gift package. He puts ALL the things that you mentioned you wanted/needed ONE TIME to him and writes a handwritten letter to explain his wish. It's the result of his quiet and lovely observations of you. It's romantic and cute , just like him. So why would you reject ? You wouldn't.

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tempestandwhirlwinds · 3 months ago

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SPOILERS FOR SUNRISE ON THE REAPING (long post)

One major thing that surprised me about this book was how involved and active the rebels were in Haymitch's games. They clearly weren't incredibly organized yet, but they had plenty of smart people in their numbers (Beetee, Mags, Plutarch, etc) who were bold enough to try interfering directly with the Hunger Games arena. But despite all this, the sparks from the rebellion never caught fire (despite Haymitch's token), even though Haymitch and his allies did WAY more outright rebellious things in his game then Katniss did in hers (blowing up the arena, killing gamekeepers). So why didn't the rebellion start with him, and why wasn't he the "mockingjay"?

Here are my theories as to why in no particular order:

1. Haymitch betrayed his rebel spirit to Snow BEFORE the games started (making Snow 'claim' Louelle's death after the parade) which made him a clear and obvious target for Snow to focus on.

2. Once Snow started paying attention to Haymitch, he clearly saw some similarities between Haymitch's relationship with Lenore Dove and his own with Lucy Gray (that whole conversation they had at the Heavensbee manor). We know now for sure that Snow was haunted by Lucy Gray throughout the rest of his life (💅), and any reference to his lost "love" who betrayed him makes him a bit trigger happy, to say the least. Which means that-

3. Snow clearly paid VERY close attention to what was happening in the arena, to make sure he could punish Haymitch for any rebellious actions or censor them from the footage. This is the critical piece here. Snow knew the power of televised rebellion (the stunt with the Panem flag covering the corpses as a way to hold the Capitol accountable in Lucy Gray's games was a big one), and Haymitch had already demonstrated a similar sentiment in the parade. Because of this, it's clear to see that he had an EXTREMELY heavy hand in the games - he sent the (poisoned?) milk directly to Haymitch, and he heavily censored and manipulated the footage to remove any traces of deliberate rebellion and district solidarity, changing the narrative of Haymitch's games completely.

4. Because Snow was able to prevent the Capitol and the Districts from seeing the rebellious acts (or doctoring a propaganda film of the games that erases ppls memories of the actual events), Snow was able to neutralize Haymitch and the rebellion before it could spread past the arena. And his brutal punishment of Haymitch after the games only served to guarantee that Haymitch wouldn't step out of line again, removing the possibility of Haymitch being the face of the rebellion after Snow has taught him what will happen to those Haymitch cares about.

This led me to the next question: how was Katniss able to spark the rebellion and become the "mockingjay"?

Here are my thoughts:

1. Snow was clearly past his prime by the 74/75 Hunger Games, relying on his reputation of fear and control to keep people in line instead of continuously poisoning people outright. This may be because his body can't handle the poison as much anymore, or because he's slowly dying, but the scene we see in SOTR with Snow vomiting poison (and being unbothered by Haymitch witnessing it), combined with the fact that we don't see Snow as anything less than perfectly presentable in the Trilogy, shows how his older self is reaping the reward of fear and control that his younger self set the pave stones for with all the poisoning. By the time Katniss' games come around, he's like a lazy CEO who has everyone else and his reputation doing the work for him. He only starts picking up the slack once egregious mistakes start being made and his position at the Capitol becomes less stable with the rise of the Rebellion. Crucially, he was less involved in Katniss' games than he was in Haymitchs.

2. Katniss clearly wasn't trying to be a rebel in either of her games, unlike Haymitch, and Katniss and Snow were so similar (survivor's at heart) that Snow wasn't worried about rebellion from her at all. He wouldn't have liked her winning, obviously (Lucy Gray the icon that you are) and he would've been sneering over the star-crossed lovers angle, as he's absolutely certain that self-preservation will always prevail over love. After all, that's the same dilemma that happened between him and Lucy Gray, and they both chose self-preservation over each other!

3. I would bet money that Snow was fairly hands off during the 74th Hunger games, with the exception of the two-victors-from-the-same-district rule. Knowing what we know now about how Snow handled Haymitch and Lenore Dove, he would've been itching for a recreation of "killing the one you love" situation between Katniss and Peeta, the same way that it happened between him and Lucy Gray and Haymitch and Lenore Dove. He didn't believe that Katniss and Peeta were in love, but he also very sincerely believed the foundations of love crumple to nothing when someone's life is on the line - and he had to believe that, bc that would mean that he killed(?) Lucy Gray for no reason at all.

4. When Katniss teamed up with Rue, their alliance was so clearly different from the careers' in a way that was dangerous for the Capitol - it showed genuine comradery between districts. With the Careers alliances, there's no threat because they all turn at each other at the end (furthering the 'Disticts are subhuman/animal/inferior' perception with the Capitol), but Katniss very visibly treated Prim like a sister. Katniss showed that the Districts were family. This portrayal could not be allowed to continue. This was the first spark to the fire.

5. When Rue was killed, the cameras almost certainly lingered on her so they could capture her dismissively walking away from the body (because everyone is out for themselves, after all) but instead, they capture Katniss grieving and giving Rue a clear funeral in the only way she can - transforming Rue from a number and a bet into a dead girl and a child to be mourned. This is the clear moment that sparks the rebellion and keeps it aflame. Snow clearly didn't expect Katniss to do this, and was unable to avert the cameras in time. The rebellion is past the arena now.

6. This, I believe, is the moment where Snow tried to punish her and work some damage control. He implemented the 2 Victors rule as a bait and switch, to prove to himself and the Districts that even if Katniss will care and protect someone else, she will still choose herself, even if it means that she has to kill someone from her district. This, obviously, would make her a pariah back at home (tributes from the same district killing each other was confirmed to be social suicide in the first HG book) and squash out the face of the rebellion before it could spread.

7. But, of course, Katniss didn't do this and stepped out of the rules of his little "checkmate" entirely, which left Snow in a VERY sticky situation. Either they both died (showing the Districts that the Games are truly just a fancy way to murder their children, without the fame of the victor to distract from it) or they both lived (showing that 2 teenagers are able to hold power over the Capitol itself). Either way, the Capitol doesn't look good and, most importantly, it proves Snow wrong about his perception of humanity. Some people do choose love over survival - even the most brutal of survivalists like Katniss - and that is just too much for Snow to handle. No wonder he's obsessed with Katniss for the rest of the Trilogy, desperate to prove himself right after sixty plus years of the blood on his hands justifying his belief in people being inherently violent and selfish.

TLDR/In conclusion? Haymitch had a little too much boldness and a little too much bad luck, while Katniss had an overwhelming amount of love and loyalty within her, decades of people consoldiating for rebellion behind her, and just enough luck to truly spark the flame of rebellion and keep it lit until it burned the Capitol to the ground. Suzanne Collin's entire story focuses on strength of the power of the many, but how even then, there still needs to be a person to rally behind. This person, this symbol of resistance, can never be the person you want, only the person you need. You just gotta hope the stars align enough to make that person step forward and lead us to victory.

Suzanne Collins, the author that you are.

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changbinniescurlyhair · 3 months ago

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Stray Kids when their s/o crochets

Pairing: SKZ x gn!reader

Warnings: Seungmin teases reader and Jisung's briefly mentions lingerie.

A/N: I feel like crocheting has gotten more popular over the years, and I crochet so this is very self-indulgent so here we are. Fun fact, my high school boyfriend called me an old granny bc I crocheted and his mom yelled at him for that in front of me. Enjoy :)

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Chan <3

This man is genuinely impressed that you can crochet

He finds out a few months into your relationship when he comes home to find you making a blanket for him

Asks a million questions about stitches, the needles you use, etc

Chan will mistake crocheting for knitting at first, which you think is adorable

"How is your knitting going?" "Do you need me to pick up anymore yarn for that knitting project you're working on?"

Chan will try learning so you guys can do it together #couplegoals. You find him in his room at a ridiculously late hour watching a crocheting video on YouTube with a bunch of yarn knotted up in his lap.

His square somehow came out as a triangle (????) and eventually gives up after five hours of trying. He just wanted to make you happy 😭

BUT. He will spend hours just watching you crochet. He is absolutely entranced with how quickly your fingers move and create beautiful and effortless stitches.

Bonus points if you can crochet without looking and hold a conversation with him.

He thinks it's witchcraft and it will kinda freak him out a little. Eventually Chan will get used to it tho and will brag to his friends about his "little crochet ninja."

Minho <3

He couldn't care less about your crocheting. To Minho, it's just another hobby.

One day, tho, he comes home from work to find Soonie, Doongie and Dori all wearing matching hats, courtesy of you. He will beg you to make a matching one for him so he can take pics

Soon after that, his apartment will start displaying crocheted items. Pillow covers, blankets, a few pot holders and some sweaters.

Minho's feet get really cold, especially during the winter, so you make sure to slip a few pairs of crocheted socks into his suitcase when he's packing for a tour. (He misses you a million times more after that gesture and will probably cry into his pillow.)

Will rub it into the other member's face that you are a crocheting genius. Contemplates selling some of his items to the other members for a little extra cash but doesn't bc you would kill him and probably the cats as well.

Minho encourages you to start an Etsy and sell some of your creations

"But they're not good enough, no one would buy them..."

"Jagi, I promise, they will. You're very talented. (<333333)"

And if they didn't sell, he would buy your entire store out, just to make you feel better. You would never know it was him tho...

The members would probably buy some of your items and when you would visit them, your little crafts would be all around the dorms.

Changbin <3

I feel like Binnie would buy you all the yarn and anything else that you could possibly need for crocheting. Like a sugar daddy, but the only thing that he buys you is yarn and hooks. I dunno...

He would probably ask you to make things for him to give to family and friends. Sweater for his mom, socks for his dad, etc.

Also Changbin would wear anything and everything that you gave him with pride. Sweaters, check. Socks, check. Bucket hat, check. Messenger bag, check. He would make an entire outfit out of your crocheted items and then proceed to go out in public dressed like that.

"Everyone needs to see what my talented baby makes for me."

"You look crazy, Bin."

"Crazy for you." Rizzzzzz

Even though he looked a bit eccentric in his crochet outfit, the man would somehow still slay 💅

Changbin = your biggest fan 💯

I think he would post pictures of your creations on his social media

He wouldn't say that you made it for him directly, but rather like "look what a friend gave me."

Still, him wearing all the things that you crocheted for him made you proud.

Hyunjin <3

I can imagine you guys spending evenings involved in both of your arts. Him with his paintings and you with your crocheting.

It would be nice and quiet. Occasionally one of you would break the silence, but most of the time both of you were completely absorbed in your work.

When you visited Hyunjin's hometown, you found out that his mother also crocheted. You guys would 100% bond over your hobby, exchanging patterns and project ideas.

This would make Hyunjin a little whiny.

"Babbeeee, you were supposed to spend this vacation with me, not with my mom doing your old lady yarn thing."

But secretly he was glad that you guys had a good relationship, even if you weren't paying attention to him constantly.

When you got back home, you gifted him a blanket that his mom and you worked on together.

Hyunjin would probably start sobbing, missing his mom already, and smother you with hugs and gratitude.

"Thank you, y/n, it's-it's perfect."

Hyunjin would keep the blanket folded up on the edge of his bed. He wouldn't use it for fear of getting it dirty, but you can bet this man would totally snap if someone accidentally sat on it or touched.

"Seungmin, get your filthy butt off of my blanket, now. I can't have you ruining it."

Jisung <3

The moment he found out about your hobby, you can bet your sweet ass that he raced to learn how to do it.

After a few months of practice, he would actually be better at it than you. This would slightly annoy you but murder is illegal so too bad

Jisung would totally crochet you guys matching sweaters. (This is canon and you cannot change my mind about it) You would wear your matching sweaters everywhere. I am also convinced he would crochet your lingerie as well hehe

It would get to the point where Jisung would crochet your hair.

"Jagi, you look so cute!!" This man has talent oozing out of every pore on his body, so I have no doubt he could do this.

He also figured out how to crochet with his fingers. He would try teaching you how to do it, but you gave up fairly quickly. Clearly you are not as talented as your boyfriend.

"So figuratively, if you can crochet with your hands would it be possible to crochet with your toes?"

^^This is an actual thought that he voiced to you. You just gave him a look.

For his birthday, you crocheted him a bag for his projects and bought him personalized hooks.

This bag would go everywhere with him. On the subway, at the dorms, backstage. I feel like this would help him manage stress and anxiety, which is especially why he would be addicted to this hobby :(

Felix <3

I think Felix, like Chan, would be fascinated with your hobby. I don't think he would crochet himself bc of his smol hands 🥹 but I could see him sending you crafting ideas or suggestions.

"Hey baby, wouldn't a yellow chick be cute??" or "I need a new pair of socks, could you make a pair for me please?"

💯 spoils you with crocheting items. A bag to keep all your tools organized for your birthday, maybe some new yarn that you had been looking at for your 6 month anniversary, new patterns that he will just randomly send you at 3 am in the morning. (I want a Felix 🥺)

You crocheted him a baby blue sweater for his birthday and the man Will. Not. Take. It. Off.

Felix will wear it on dates, shopping with you, during interviews and even on stage sometimes.

The members will tease him, but he doesn't care, they'll have to take the sweater off his dead body.

Felix will start sobbing if you crochet him a lace handkerchief and sneak it into his bag when he leaves for a tour (Bonus points if you spray some of your perfume on it).

He will quite literally sleep with it next to his face so it feels as if you're almost right next to him. Makes being away from you a tiny bit better but just a tiny bit bc he misses you to death

Seungmin <3

Mocks you mercilessly for your hobby. He doesn't even try to be nice about it.

"How is your back feeling, Grandma?" "Are we making doilies for our hope chest today?" "Do you want to watch the Ed Sullivan show while you crochet or do you want me to turn on Mrs. Maizel? OOoooo, how about I Love Lucy?" I actually love this show, fight me.

You threaten to stab him with your needle if he doesn't shut his smartass mouth up. Seungmin retorted with a raspberry.

Even though he will never admit it, he has an entire photo album dedicated to your work.

Halmeoni's needle shtufffff

You find it one day on his phone while he is in the bathroom.

Literally has pictures of every single one of your pieces. Probably dates back to a year or so.

You show this to him and he scoffs.

"Those pictures were not taken by me. Chan or someone must have taken my phone or something..."

You don't miss the soft blush that coated his cheeks and ears however.

After this incident, you decide to crochet him a tiny PuppyM and he accepts the gift with a raised eyebrow and a tiny "thanks, I guess."

A few days later, as you are watching his vlive, he grabs the skzoo from his bed and proudly displays it to the audience.

"A fan made this for me," he said shyly with one of his signature smiles.

Jeongin <3

I think he's neither here nor there about your crocheting. He's not mean about it, but isn't overly enthusiastic about it either.

"How is your knitting going?"

"It's crocheting, Innie."

He'll grab any supplies you need if he's out and about. I think he'll also gift you crochet stuff, not as frequently as Lixie or Bin, tho.

For your birthday, Jeongin gets you a charm for your charm bracelet. It's a silver ball of yarn with a crochet hook going through it.

Honestly, you're both impressed and surprised that he remembered your hobby enough to get an entire gift based on it.

He shrugs nonchalantly (but is secretly thrilled that you love it bc this boy can't shop for gifts to save his life).

^^^ Tbh, he consulted Chan regarding your gift bc he literally knows nothing about crocheting (neither does Channie) and they spent about 10 hours researching "Thoughtful gifts for crocheters that aren't yarn or needles"

It gets to the point where Jeongin and Chan call all of the members to help them. Changbin calls his mother, who crochets and everyone else is either online researching or brainstorming ideas.

Jeongin will never tell you, tho, that it took eight full grown men to come up with your present.

The smile on your face when you opened the tiny box was worth every minute anxiously surfing the internet.

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tiktaalic · 1 year ago

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catching fire dash simulator

finnicksgirl Follow

my streams have been cutting all season omfg what is going on

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cinnagirl3000 Follow

anybody heard from cinna lately?

plutarcheology Follow

Plutarch Heavensbee circa 2282

revolutionarykatniss

As if it’s not ENOUGH that yall wanna fuck the most morally bankrupt man alive who is more than complicit because he gets paid to live in luxury to ORCHESTRATE the deaths of innocents so that they’re a spectacle and don’t have the option to die even semi peacefully. as if that’s not enough. You wanna fuck him when he’s ugly?

caesarflickerwoman Follow

anyone else still thinking about how caesar and peeta were kinda ..

czrflckmn

Aren’t you the one who had the week long meltdown about peeta being overfamiliar with him

caesarflickerwoman

Well you see I’m gay and a man now

theeclove Follow

already tired of this fucking season of everlark -_- idgaf about the fucking fog

siblingvictors

DISTRICT ONE GONNA SEND THEM A CANCELLATION NOTICE!! #CASHMEREGLOSS4EVER

czrflkmn Follow

everyone looooooves to act like NOTABLE cishet peeta is so gay w caesar as if his gay cohost isn't right there.... slaying in a wig..... sending yearning glances caesar's way right before the camera cuts......

johannadykeson Follow

tbh she’s got the WORST taste in allies idek why i continue to stan. girl MAGS?

#my girl going to get slorn :/

katnissgirlsmakedo

She is choosing with her HEART she chose to save peeta in the games REMEMBERRRRRRRR she’s literally a lovergirl to the core

#lovecore #heartcore #truelove

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Caesar flickerman kidn if a laughing gnome. Reblog

finnickforever Follow

I’ve supported finnick through a lot and defended them and I’ve always been proud they're from my district but honestly they went way too far by doing the salute during the interview. I can only hope that they just got caught up in the moment with everyone else doing it and obviously it’s a stressful situation but I don’t think I can continue endorsing them. I’ll be changing my url this week.

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hey guys i know times are tough for everyone and the capital has really cracked down but my mutual @divorceepeeta got flogged the other day and could really use some help. v3nmo here. anything helps #signalboost #mockingjay

disabledmags Follow

Tbh the baby is the saddest thing I've ever heard </3

peetaspride

Another citizen falling for capital propaganda. It's so glaringly apparent that this is made up to draw in views. The tributes undergo extensive medical examination prior to the games. They would NEVER let a pregnant woman compete.

disabledmags

As if killing children has ever stopped them before?

#We all saw him fall to protect her stomach before they even started the victory tour #Is it that ridiculous to believe two newlyweds fresh out of a life or death situation would celebrate a little carelessly?

peetaspride

If you think even the marriage is real you're stupider than I thought. Peeta spends every interview begging us to see his truth. The capital is shamelessly silencing him and "the baby" is a distraction.

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URL CHANGE!! faggotpeeta->peetasbabymama

cupcakeeverlark

this isnt funny. peeta's a real person with real feelings. it will never be funny to call someone a f***** as a joke. how would you feel if my url was f*****peetasbabymama?

peetasbabymama

district420

isnt cupcakeeverlark literally prez snow's 12 yr old granddaughter lol

tendinghiswounds

OOMF IS 12???????????

everlarklovechild

the age is the problem here?

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Canon url 🎉🎊💅😁🥰♥️

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New content of my favorite tribute 😁😁😁

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Girl there’s a 96% chance they die ?

peenick Follow

getting reports from the presidential banquet that Peeta looks gay as fuck

3v3rlark Follow

ik peeniss has been flagging w the rehearsed speeches but did anyone else see the way they looked at each other in the censored district 11 speech

rues-song

you’re STUPID she’s a capital pawn AND i fucked your mom while you were busy looking for illegal streams

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rip seneca you were so babygirl </3

plutarchbaby69

so now you think we can’t fuck old men?

#this fandom is so ageist #this is prob what I get for blogging about thg tbh since # it’s literally about kids. Some of you ppl need to grow up

#etxt #the hunger games #making a post with han is pretty much the most classic thing Len can do

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cloudyluun · 3 months ago

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Lash Out (And Love Me) | nailtech!reader

Summary: When your sweet, silly boyfriend Harry volunteers to be your lash and nail guinea pig, you expect giggles and glue—what you don’t expect is him fully committing to his Bratz doll era. With glitter acrylics, wispy lashes, and enough sass to rival your clients, Harry turns your beauty studio into his own personal runway. But behind the drama and the tapping acrylics is the same boy who brings you pastries, cleans up your space, and tells you you’re magic. Who knew self-care could be a team effort?

A/N: HIIIII ANGELS 😭💗💗 Sooo this fic is inspired by the most ICONIC request ever!!! I saw “Harry with lashes and acrylics” and immediately dropped everything because YES. THIS is the kind of cracky fluff my soul lives for. Imagine soft boyfriend Harry blinking dramatically with 16mm wisps and tapping his pink glitter nails like he’s the CEO of Slay?? I was giggling the whole time writing this. I hope it makes your heart melt and your inner glam girl scream 💅✨ ty for reading I love u mwah mwah mwah

Word Count: 5,1k

Warnings:

Extreme levels of fluff 💖

Mentions of beauty salon tools (lash glue, acrylics, etc.)

Harry being dramatic with fake lashes

Reader lovingly clowning Harry

So much pink it's practically a Barbie dream

Slightly suggestive jokes, but still sweet & soft

✨ Tap tap ✨ noises from acrylics

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The scent of lavender cuticle oil and sweet vanilla wax hung in the air like a signature perfume. Her studio was always warm, always inviting, even when the outside world felt like a spinning mess. Half the space was dedicated to lashes—plush recliner, ring light, neatly arranged trays of tiny black fans that could flutter anyone into hot girl heaven. The other half was nails—acrylics, gels, brushes, powders, glitters, rhinestones. Everything had its place, a cozy kind of chaos that only she understood.

She was perched on her stool, mid-paint, tongue poking out in concentration as she dragged a fine-tipped brush over a client's ring finger, crafting a perfect little flame.

"Okay, babe. These are officially fire," she said, flashing the nails under the light. "Literally."

The client grinned, nodding in approval as she waved her hand slowly, admiring the reflection of the red and orange tips. "You’re a magician," she said.

“I try.”

The front door chimed then, a familiar little ding that always made her heart do a dumb skip. She didn’t have to look up to know who it was.

“Is it the hottest lash tech in the land?” came a voice, low and teasing, already halfway through a smirk.

She turned, and there he was—Harry Styles, in all his casual glory. He had on a knit sweater with sleeves pushed up to his forearms, a cap low over his curls, and a brown paper bag in one hand, two lidded coffees balanced in the other.

"Hi, baby," she said, voice soft in a way it wasn’t with anyone else.

“Hi, love,” he grinned, walking the rest of the way in. He greeted the client with a polite smile before setting the bag and cups down on the small counter by her mini fridge. “I brought the goods. Flaky boy from that place you like, and the brown sugar one with the foam you always forget you love until you taste it.”

She raised an eyebrow, impressed. “You remember my order now?”

He puffed up like she’d handed him a Grammy. “Of course. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I couldn’t rattle off your coffee order in my sleep?”

“A terrible one. You’d be single. Alone. Cold in the streets.”

“Harsh.”

The client laughed as she gathered her things, carefully avoiding bumping her freshly done nails on anything. “You two are disgustingly cute. Thank you again,” she said, waving her fingers like a hand model.

“Text me if you pop one!” She called after her, already wiping down her station.

Harry wandered over, snatching a paper towel to help without being asked. He moved around her space like he belonged, which he did—he was there more often than not, whether dropping in for ten minutes between interviews or killing time on a slow afternoon.

She nudged him with her hip. “You don’t have to clean.”

“I know. But I like it.” He glanced around at the freshly wiped surfaces, her well-loved tools, her little pink fan still humming faintly in the background. “This place’s got your whole vibe. Feels like you.”

She paused for a second, glancing up at him. He wasn’t looking for brownie points. He just said stuff like that. Simple, direct, heartfelt. It was his thing.

“I like it here,” he added, taking a sip of his own coffee. “It’s warm. Peaceful. You’ve made a whole business where people walk out feeling better than they did when they came in. That’s kinda magic, isn’t it?”

She squinted at him. “Are you trying to make me cry at eleven in the morning?”

“Wouldn’t be the worst thing. You look cute when you cry.”

“Shut up,” she mumbled, smiling as she sipped her drink.

Harry leaned against the wall, watching her reload her brush pot and refill a bottle of rubbing alcohol with practiced hands. There was something kind of hypnotic about the way she worked—focused, fast, but always with care. It was the same when she did his nails sometimes for fun or patched up his cuticles because "you're not going on tour with hangnails, baby, absolutely not."

He loved seeing her like this. Not just because she looked hot with her lashes curled and her apron smeared with glitter, but because she lit up here. She was in her zone.

“So,” he said, dragging the word out. “Got any openings today, or is your schedule full of baddies?”

She gave him a look over her shoulder. “You tryna book a fill-in?”

He held up his hands. “Just saying. I’ve got some down time and ten perfectly good fingers. And very plain lashes, might I add.”

“Not the lash envy.”

“Maybe a little.”

She laughed, then gestured to the lash chair. “Come sit. I need to reorganize my lash trays anyway. You can be my moral support. And my taste tester.”

“Dream job,” he said, flopping dramatically into the chair, long legs sprawling. “This better be the flaky boy with the raspberry filling, or I’m gonna file a formal complaint.”

“I’ll file your nails down to nubs.”

He grinned, eyes sparkling. “Kinky.”

She tossed a clean towel at his face, shaking her head. This was how it always was—him showing up with breakfast, her pretending not to be thrilled every time. Their relationship didn’t need grand gestures or long speeches. It was the everyday stuff—the way he knew exactly where she kept the almond milk in the mini fridge, how he refilled her paper towel roll without being asked, how he always asked about her clients like he genuinely wanted to know.

He reached for the pastry and took a dramatic bite, making a face like it was the best thing he’d ever eaten. “God, you deserve awards. For taste. For style. For boyfriend selection.”

She snorted. “Modest.”

“Just accurate.”

She finished tidying up her station, then leaned against the table across from him, sipping the rest of her coffee. They sat in silence for a moment—comfortable, familiar, full.

Harry looked around the studio again, eyes lingering on the shelf of sample nails, the tiny framed photo of them in the corner, her name on the sign outside the window. “Y’know,” he said, softer now, “I really am proud of you.”

Her stomach did a little twist, the good kind. “Yeah?”

He nodded, still looking around like it was the first time he’d seen the place. “You built this. All of it. You didn’t wait for permission. Just... made it happen.”

She smiled, cheeks warm. “You’re gonna get me all sappy.”

“Good. You get all sappy, and I get more pastries. Win-win.”

They stayed like that for a little while longer, sunlight filtering through the blinds, pastries half-eaten on the counter, coffee slowly cooling. Just a regular day in the salon. But if you asked either of them, it was kind of perfect.

She finally peeled herself off the counter with a sigh, brushing a few flakes of pastry from her lap as she walked over to her lash cart. There was a new tray she’d been dying to open—extra wispy fans with staggered lengths that gave off that “effortlessly dramatic” vibe everyone wanted lately. She picked it up, turned it around in her hands like it might whisper secrets if she stared hard enough.

“I swear, these brands are making lashes out of clouds or something now,” she muttered.

Harry tilted his head from where he was still sprawled in the lash chair, eyes half-lidded, toe tapping in time with a faint beat playing from the Bluetooth speaker.

“That good?” he asked, sipping what remained of his coffee.

“That pretty,” she corrected, holding the tray up to the light. ��I need to try ‘em. They’re supposed to have that barely-there, doe-eyed finish. Kinda like you woke up perfect but obviously didn’t.”

Harry smirked. “That’s your whole brand, innit? ‘Oh, this? I woke up like this, and also spent $120 to do so.’”

“Exactly.” She turned, hand on hip. “The lash girlies want soft glam that slaps. I gotta get it right.”

He watched her carefully select a few more tools, laying things out on her rolling tray, clearly falling into prep mode. The zone.

“You gonna call up one of your test-dummy besties?” he asked.

“Probably,” she said. “Or… I mean, you do have free time today.”

Harry raised a brow.

She grinned, almost sheepish. “I could practice on you. Lashes and nails. Kill two birds. You’d look hot.”

“Hot, huh?”

“Devastatingly hot.”

Harry pretended to consider this, setting down his coffee and folding his hands over his stomach in full melodramatic thinking pose. “Tell me more. Will I look like a pop princess or an early 2000s boyband member?”

She chewed on her lower lip, mock serious. “Mmm. Somewhere between Nick Carter and early Britney. A sprinkle of woodland fairy. With just a touch of ‘I own a pink convertible and wear bedazzled crop tops.’”

Harry burst out laughing, his head tipping back against the chair. “Honestly? Sounds iconic.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Wait—are you actually saying yes?”

He shrugged. “Why not? I trust you. Just don’t go posting me lookin’ like a Bratz doll on the internet.”

She blinked, surprised but not shocked. Harry had always been game for her weird ideas. He let her pluck his brows during a sleepover phase early on in dating, let her use his hand in an Instagram reel showing how to hold a brush “for max precision,” and once sat in full eye masks during a girls' night because “self-care is for everyone, babe.” But this? Lashes and acrylics? That was a new level.

“No posting,” she promised, crossing her heart. “But I am taking photos.”

Harry narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “For your private collection?”

“Obviously.”

He snorted. “You’ve got a folder of cursed boyfriend content, don’t you?”

“Oh, several,” she said casually, flipping on the ring light.

Harry kicked off his shoes and got comfortable, clearly committed now. “Alright then. Glam me up, baby.”

“You’re not gonna regret this?”

“I probably will the second I can’t scratch my face or blink right, but it’ll be worth it.”

She beamed and got to work, washing her hands and setting everything up like it was a real client appointment. Which, in a way, it was. Harry Styles was about to be her glittery guinea pig, and he was already making dramatic blinking noises just thinking about it.

She held up two lash trays in front of him. “Okay, serious question: Do you want full fairy fantasy or subtle glam?”

Harry leaned forward, examining the tiny fans like he had any clue what he was looking at. “Give me... the drama. If I’m doing it, I want to be able to blink and cause a breeze.”

“Say less.”

She prepped his lashes, brushing them with a soft spoolie, while he hummed a random melody under his breath. When she pulled out the lash glue, he immediately started flinching.

“I haven’t even touched you yet,” she laughed.

“I’m mentally preparing! I’ve never had hot glue near my eyeballs!”

“It’s not hot,” she corrected. “And you said you trust me, remember?”

“I do, I do,” he said, eyes fluttering closed as she leaned in.

The first lash went on without incident. Then, Harry started in.

“Am I giving pop-punk princess yet?”

“Not even halfway done.”

“Do I look like I should be in a girl group?”

“Almost.”

“Which one? Don’t say Spice Girls, that’s too easy.”

“You’re giving... Little Mix but, like, in their early days.”

He grinned, keeping his eyes closed. “Jade would be proud.”

She tried to stay focused—precision was key with lashes—but he kept interrupting her with increasingly ridiculous questions.

“What if I love them and don’t want to take them off?”

“Then you’ll be high-maintenance with high standards. Join the club.”

“What if I start influencing your clients?”

“Honestly, free marketing.”

By the time she was on the last lash, she was shaking with laughter, trying not to botch the placement. Harry had invented three fake personas for himself in the span of twenty minutes: a pop icon named Starlight Vixen, a lash influencer called Blink Twice, and a dramatic nail reviewer with the handle “ClackDaddy.”

When she finally finished, she held up the mirror.

Harry blinked slowly, then gasped. “Oh my god. I feel gorgeous. Like a Bratz doll that got lost at Coachella.”

“You’re stunning,” she agreed, snapping a dozen photos before he could protest.

“No posting, woman.”

“These are for me,” she said, saving them in a hidden album on her phone. “For emotional support purposes.”

Harry fluttered his lashes dramatically. “I feel like I could cause problems with these.”

“You already do.”

“Okay, but more problems.”

She laughed and leaned down to kiss his forehead, lashes and all.

“Can we keep them on for the rest of the day?”

“You’ll forget and rub your eye in like twenty minutes.”

“True,” he admitted. “But for now, I’m living my best life.”

He fluttered his lashes one more time for good measure, then gasped. “Wait—what if these change me as a person? What if I get emotionally attached to them?”

“You already are,” she said, laughing. “You’re naming them in your head, aren’t you?”

“Left side’s Veronica. Right side’s Dominique.”

“Of course they are.”

He beamed. “Veronica’s my edgy side. Dominique’s all vibes and velvet.”

She rolled her eyes and tossed the used lash brush into the trash. “Alright, Vixen. Ready for your nail appointment?”

He cracked his knuckles dramatically. “My time has come.”

“Hands on the table, pretty boy,” she said, patting the plush towel she’d laid out.

Harry obeyed with the seriousness of someone preparing for surgery. “Be gentle. These hands have held Grammys.”

“They’ve also dropped your phone in the toilet twice.”

“Allegedly.”

She snorted and grabbed her file, gently shaping his nails. He winced at first, clearly expecting it to hurt, which made her laugh. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” he said. “Just adjusting to life as a hand model.”

“You’re about to have pastel pink coffin tips with tiny hearts. Not sure that’ll land you the Chanel campaign.”

“First of all,” he said, completely serious, “pastel pink is timeless. Second, hearts are very me.”

“You want hearts?”

He nodded, lips pursed. “Hearts. Glitter tips. Full Barbie glam. If we’re doing it, we’re doing it properly.”

She blinked. “Wait, really?”

“Absolutely. This is my moment.”

“Oh, you’re deep in character now.”

“I am the moment, babe. Click clack bitch, part two.”

She giggled, reaching for her swatch wheel and holding it out like a treasure trove. “Pick your shade of pink.”

He pointed decisively. “That one. The one that looks like strawberry milk.”

“Solid choice.”

While she prepped his nails, pushing back cuticles and buffing the surface, he tapped his phone with his pinky like he was adjusting to life post-nail-enhancement already.

“Feels weird,” he muttered. “Like, delicate. Powerful. I feel like I should be emotionally distant from everyone and start a feud on Instagram.”

“You’re gonna be unbearable.”

“Oh, I already am.”

Once she finished the prep, she gently applied the tips, sculpting them just long enough to be dramatic without compromising Harry’s ability to live as a functioning adult. He examined them mid-process like they were tiny art installations. “This one’s giving... main character energy. I think she’s the leader.”

“You’re naming the nails now?”

“Of course I am. That’s Gloria,” he said, pointing to his ring finger. “She’s been through things.”

“Okay, I can’t do this,” she said, stifling a laugh as she started laying down the pink base. “You’re too much.”

“I’m just emotionally connected to my glam.”

“You’ve had it for forty-five minutes.”

“And yet it’s changed me.”

By the time she started painting the little hearts—perfect, tiny, hand-drawn with a dotting tool and steady precision—he was absolutely glowing. Lashes still intact, head tilted to the side like a proud glamazon.

“You’re really good at this,” he said, quieter this time.

She looked up, surprised by the sudden softness. “Thanks, babe.”

“No, seriously. You could be charging triple. You’ve got the hands of a magician.”

“I’ve got carpal tunnel, but thanks.”

He laughed. “Still. You’re brilliant.”

She gave him a small smile and went back to top coating his left hand. “You’re only saying that because I’m holding you hostage with a UV lamp.”

“And because I love you.”

She froze for half a second, then glanced up. His expression was so soft, it made something ache in her chest. “Love you too, Glamazon.”

He smiled like he’d just won something.

Once she finished curing the top coat, she sprayed his hands with alcohol and rubbed off the tacky layer. The moment she was done, Harry immediately began tapping.

Tap. Tap. Tap. On the counter. On his phone. On the glass of the mini-fridge. It was relentless.

“Stop it,” she warned, already grinning.

“I can’t,” he said, eyes wide. “They make noise. Beautiful noise. I’m like a rich aunt passive-aggressively texting her Pilates instructor.”

Tap. Tap. Tap.

“You’re gonna break them.”

“I would die before I broke Gloria.”

She crossed her arms. “You keep saying ‘click clack bitch’ and I will soak them off.”

He gasped. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would.”

“But I haven’t even sent my dramatic voice note to Jeff yet.”

Before she could stop him, he lifted his phone and hit record.

“Jeff,” he said, clicking his nails against the phone mic like a Real Housewife in crisis. “I can’t come to the meeting. My lashes are too heavy, and my nails are too long. You wouldn’t understand. I’m different now.”

He hit send before she could snatch the phone away.

“Harry!”

“He’ll think it’s funny!”

“He’s going to think I’ve trapped you in a glittery nightmare.”

Harry grinned, completely unbothered. “Let him. I’m thriving.”

She watched him admire his nails in the mirror, fluttering his lashes, tapping the glitter tips gently on his cheek like he was testing how they felt against his skin.

“Can you believe I’ve never done this before?” he asked.

“I can,” she said. “Most people don’t immediately jump to full Barbie glam when trying something new.”

“Well,” he said, hands on his hips. “You deserve to practice on the best.”

“Oh, is that what this is? Practice?”

“It’s an honor, really.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And beautiful.”

She laughed, grabbing her phone again and snapping another picture before he could protest. “You keep talking like that, I’m putting these in the salon slideshow.”

He gasped. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would.”

“Private folder only.”

She winked. “We’ll see.”

As he posed again, showing off the nails like he was about to start his own press-on line, she couldn’t help but feel a strange burst of warmth.

This was the kind of thing that would’ve scared other guys away—too extra, too silly, too “not manly”—but Harry? Harry was here in her lash chair with butterfly wisps on his lids and baby pink hearts on his fingertips, smiling like this was exactly where he wanted to be.

And honestly, it was. He’d made that more than clear.

She smiled into his chest, nose tucked just under his jaw, fingers playing with the hem of his hoodie. She stayed there for a while—just breathing him in, warm laundry and skin and the faintest trace of vanilla latte—but then she pulled back slightly and tilted her head to get a proper look at him.

The lashes were still holding strong, each little cluster fanned out just enough to make his eyes look even greener in the soft light. His nails, glossy and perfect, tapped idly against her thigh like they had a mind of their own.

“Okay,” she said, sitting up. “Before you ruin this masterpiece with something dumb like cooking or... zipping a jacket, I need photos.”

His eyes widened instantly. “No.”

“Harry.”

“Nope.”

“C’mon!”

“I draw the line at photo evidence.”

“You already let me glue lashes on your face and hearts on your fingers.”

“That was private,” he said, as if that settled it.

She leaned in close, flashing him her best sweet-evil grin. “So let me keep it private. Just for me. Promise.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Define private.”

She whipped out her phone and pulled up her locked album folder. “I have a whole section already titled ‘My Princess’ with, like, three blurry photos of you eating ice cream and one where you're asleep on the couch with a face mask on. This will fit perfectly.”

He stared at her. “You named it my princess?”

She nodded solemnly. “You were wearing a robe and fuzzy socks. It was fitting.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“Smile,” she said, raising her phone.

He tried to block his face with his hands, but the second he did, he caught his own nails in the reflection of her phone screen and cracked up.

“You’re actually loving this,” she teased, snapping a photo mid-laugh.

“I am not,” he said, fully smiling now.

Click.

“Okay, but what am I supposed to do with my hands?” he asked, suddenly self-conscious, holding them up awkwardly like mannequin claws.

“Anything. Literally anything,” she said, already clicking away. “Pose like a housewife. Pose like a pop star. Pose like someone who just spent ninety minutes getting pampered and secretly loved every second.”

He raised one pinky and gave a dramatic side-eye to the mirror.

Click.

He pouted, blowing her a kiss.

Click.

He sprawled back on the couch, hand resting against his temple like he was fainting from glam.

Click.

She was giggling so hard she almost dropped the phone. “Oh my god, you’re giving Vogue cover.”

“I’m giving get me out of here before this ends up on Twitter,” he said, even as he held the pose.

“You’re safe,” she said, locking the album and tucking the phone into her back pocket. “Swear.”

“Not even to your group chat?”

“Especially not to them. These are for emergencies only.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Like...?”

“Like if I’m sad or stressed or you’re on tour and I miss your face. I’ll open that folder, see you with a full set and baby lashes, and everything will feel lighter.”

His smile softened, and he reached for her hand, nails clicking gently against her skin. “That’s allowed.”

She grinned. “You sure?”

“As long as you never post them.”

“Never. Cross my heart.”

They sat there in silence for a beat, just the two of them in the soft hum of the salon, surrounded by the faint scent of topcoat and sugar. The kind of silence that felt easy, like a blanket thrown over the day. She curled into his side again, the weight of his arm wrapping around her.

His fingers traced idle shapes on her arm, the pads of his fingers cool against her skin. He looked down at her lashes fluttering against her cheeks, then wiggled his own dramatically.

“You know,” he said, “I feel kind of... powerful like this.”

She looked up. “Oh yeah?”

“Mmhmm. Lashes like butterfly wings. Nails like daggers. I could destroy a man.”

She laughed. “You can barely open a Snapple.”

“Still,” he said, holding his hand out in front of him, admiring the shimmer, “this is art.”

“You’re my art.”

He gave her a pleased little grin. “You’re just saying that because I let you practice on me.”

“I’m saying it because you’re ridiculous and wonderful and also very sparkly right now.”

He leaned in and kissed her softly, just once, then rested his forehead against hers. Then he pulled back slightly, lashes fluttering again with over-the-top drama. “Now do you think I could pull off rhinestones?”

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