#Damn when did demi get so hot

[m-ayo-o]

megumi’s girl

KINKTOBER II: MALE SUBMISSION ⋆⁺ sub!megumi, sub!satoru x f!reader ⋆⁺ warnings: age gap. pet play. pegging. dp. stepcest. ⋆⁺ wc: 1000

MDNI. NSFW

you’re megumi’s girl, but his stepfather ends up fancying you.

he’s brought home a few girls now, as he’s in his early twenties. mostly people who thought they were smart, some a little stuck up. and sure, they were nice enough looking, but he’s never brought home anyone like you.

you’re megumi’s girl, but satoru gojo doesn’t know how long that’ll last.

he doesn’t know how long you’ll survive in this house, with the way megumi’s eyes are always following you like he’s going to devour you. down the corridor from his bedroom, across the dining table, sometimes through the crack in the door when you’re showering.

and satoru can’t resist flirting with you now, teasing you and getting under your skin.

you’re megumi’s girl, but satoru’s not sure if you’ve even had sex yet.

the way the younger man is looking at you makes him think that you have. but someone so sweet and perfect as you– someone with that effervescent innocence– how could you give that to him?

he surmises that you wouldn’t.

you couldn’t do that– with your pretty pink lips, driving him mad with every smile, those long, dewy lashes… the way your eyes dart over his, catching his crystalline gaze.

you’re megumi’s girl, but his stepfather wants to know if you fuck.

he wants to give you a try. see if he could get you to open up, seeing as he believes megumi’s been unsuccessful in that area. he wants to find out how quickly he can get you in his bed, doing terrible things to each other.

the thought of you being 21 and him being 34 didn’t even cross his mind.

quite frankly, satoru usually sticks to women of his age range and he has his type, too. but there’s just something about you that blows all of those types out the water.

you’re megumi’s girl, but you’ve got the both of them wrapped around your little finger.

and it was just so easy. watching them drool over you was divine, but now you can get what you want, when you want it. and satoru can give you just about anything– the possibilities really are limitless with him.

and megumi is so much more sweet and simple than he makes out to be.

on the surface he’s some pensive, complicated mess of a man, allowing himself occasional pleasures in his chaotic, cursed life. but beneath your touch, he melts. he loves feeling your fingers through his hair, the way you stroke behind his ear, and when you put a little collar on him.

he wants to make you proud.

you’re megumi’s girl, but you’re curious if his stepfather will bark for you.

you want to know if he’ll get down on all fours and humiliate himself. you want to make a fool of the honoured one.

you want to see what he’ll do when you lean over the kitchen island, exposing your ass to him and your tits to megumi.

does he dare to touch you? 

you’re basically presenting yourself to the older man, and he’s standing right behind you, staring at the way you jiggle with every jovial laugh, how your skirt has lifted to expose your stringy underwear and your socks that cling to your thighs.

you’re megumi’s girl, but you’re giving the curse slayer come demi-god a very hard time.

particularly in his pants. his boxers and sweatpants cling to him, pulling tight and massaging his swollen head every time he jerks his hips.

you look between megumi and satoru, down at his crotch, giggling and commenting that he’s rock hard and that megumi should watch you get him off.

you’re megumi’s girl, but you’ve got his stepdaddy squirting cum through his sweats.

“nghh, haah– sweetheart, o-oh fuck– fuck me– how, how’d you—”

he’s left dazed and confused, watching drops of hot, white liquid ooze through the fabric and pool in a sticky mess over his tip.

he can’t get his words out, but he was trying to ask “how did you do that to me?”

this has never happened before. and he’ll be damned if anybody hears about it. he’s ashamed, knowing you’ve just milked him through his sweatpants with your clothed ass. 

not so honoured now, huh satoru?

you’re megumi’s girl, who used to have one puppy. now you have two.

your beautiful dark haired sorcerer– he bites sometimes. and a gorgeous, platinum haired angel with a brand new collar.

you’re telling them that “whoever acts like the cutest puppy gets dinner first, the loser gets chained up.”

you’re megumi’s girl, but satoru gojo gets to taste you first tonight.

his performance as your little pussy puppy made you giggle– he whined and let you stroke his hair, followed all of your orders, even when you commanded him to ‘speak’.

he opened his mouth and barked like a dog.

you just adored the shadow of humiliation in his eyes when he did it, encouraging you to push him further.

you’re megumi’s girl, but you’re currently pegging his stepfather.

and he took it so well, it made you think he’s taken it in the back numerous times before.

“i’ll let you fuck me…” was all the convincing he needed to get on the bed, ass up, face down.

you never thought he’d be so pretty down here– everything perfectly manicured, with smooth, sexy muscles rippling up his back.

you’re megumi’s girl, but you’ve never been more satisfied than right now, taking satoru’s dick in the front and your boyfriend’s in the back.

his stepfather is fucking into your from below while megumi stands behind you, pushing his dick in that tight ass.

you’re megumi’s girl, but you’re taking both their cum tonight.

reaching your orgasm, both your holes twitch and squeeze, milking the two men for all they’re worth.

their heat rips through your body, making you feel so dizzy and full you’re about to black out.

you’re megumi’s girl,

but satoru gojo is your new fucktoy.

⋆⁺ [see you in hell]

satoru | megumi | m.list

[littleblackraincloudofcourse]

Spoiler filled thoughts on season 3

Let's get the simplest out of the way, I still want to see what happened to Reynolds!!

It doesn't sound like Edwina married the prince and that's a bit disappointing. Thrilled she's happy but I would have loved to see their story

I did enjoy the snippets of the many other characters closing their stories?

The Mondrichs, Dankworths, and Finchs throw surprisingly good parties (Philipa's bugs were spectacular)

I hope for more attention on past couple in future seasons, not just because I want more Polin. There's still so much we don't know about Kate and her life before Bridgerton and we need to see daddy Anthony. I also want to at least hear about Daphne and Simon again (we can have that instead of side characters)

Lady Danbury and Lady Bridgerton talking about Lord Ledger and Lord Anderson (aka their brother and dad respectively) I love that their relationship still and always will come first

I really felt sorry for Cressida (I haven't fully given up on Creloise just yet) but why the hell didn't the penguin marry her after he dumped Penelope?

Though the possible of Ace or Demi Eloise could work in many ways (including lesbian Eloise) Sir Phillip could become Marina for example

John Stirling, you are going to break my heart but Francesca I understand why you're stuttering because Michaela Stirling, DAMN (I am begging for this)

And speaking of DAMN, I do not have words for Bi Benedict (literally feral animal noise) Hoping our lady in silver is dressed like a gentleman or vice versa (non-binary Sophie) and it broke my heart when he said he wasn't an artist

I still adore the Queen's friendship with Lady Danbury (love a bestie that will banish your enemies) and loving the confirmation it's what keeps saving the Bridgertons

Most of all, Luke and Nicola went above and beyond to give us an amazing story for Polin and I couldn't not wish for a better Colin and Penelope Bridgerton (or more perfect breast) I know many people hated Colin's hot boy summer but it lead to Pen having the kind of first time she deserved (besides, Simon and Anthony both went to brothels in their seasons too and no one cared)

The Wedding, Yellow, their dance, it was beautiful! And we all knew she would have the first son but their second child had better be a daughter called Agatha

Cause Lady Danbury KNEW EVERYTHING!!!!

[tthatsonme]

you’re my doctor

by molly

just a btw, this isn’t gonna work if you’re under the age of consent/ under 16 or 17 so please don’t even try 😭

Part I - Maddy

You’re the embodiment of Maddy (and Cassie’s) outfits, vibes, and colour palettes in season on of euphoria, you’re just like the soft/pastel purples, pink, and blue that they’d wear in the first season for clothing and makeup, these colours plus black are your colours aka the colours that make you look best, your vibes are very 2019 soft yet very sexy and fun, you’ve always been a naturally confident person, you’re basically like the real life version of Maddy because of how addictive and magnetic your energy is, you’re extremely seductive and can use your sexuality to your advantage, not only do you have pretty privilege but you have sexy privilege too lolz, you don’t see sexuality or sex in general as a bad thing, if anything you embrace these qualities, all your life everyone has loved you whether it was familial, platonic, or romantic, you’re just someone that people like to be around, you’re always making new friends and meeting new people everywhere you go, people want to be around you because of your fun and entertaining personality, people seem to gravitate towards you every day purely because of the way that you are, if you still live with them, your parents/guardians are literally like the ones in euphoria, you being 16, 17, or older means that they treat you as such, they basically don’t really care about what you do and trust you wholeheartedly, like mentioned before; you can use your sexuality like Maddy did on Nate but basically for anyone, people need you in every way possible, you’re the type of girl that has people commenting shit like #needthat on your posts or videos

people glaze you and put you on a pedestal all the damn time, even if you looked like dog shit people wouldn’t see it that way, it’s come to a point where people are constantly fantasizing about you, people always watch you (not actually tho 💀 this part is an exaggeration btw) all the time just to get a glimpse of what or who you are on the inside, people would literally beg to see you nude, your nude body is probably one of the sexiest things anyone who had the privilege of seeing has ever seen, like you’d prob have people begging for you to start and OF or have people saying that they’d pay for ts, your body has little to no hair on it if you want, but if you’re someone who doesn’t want to shave/wax, people find it attractive if not more attractive when you don’t shave because of the naturalness of it (I don’t wanna see any of you hateful b*lle d*lphine wannabes in the comments shaming people for not shaving, stfu no one wants to hear it), any signs of chicken or strawberry skin on your body is easily removed and is easy to get rid of, everyone treats you and stares at your like you’re some sort of urban legend, they seriously cannot help but stare at you like 🤩 lololololol, your voice is probably one of the most attractive things about you though, your voice sends chills down peoples spines when they hear it (ib yvonne luv her), pretty much everything about you is mesmerizing and sultry but especially your voice, your voice is kinda like Alexa Demie’s in terms of tone, your voice sounds how slow dropping honey looks, your voice is so hot people would literally pay to hear you say certain things to them, you could make a living off of voice acting if ykwim

people swear that they’ve seen a real-life succubus because they’ve seen you, when you’re around the gender you’re attracted to they feel like they’ve been put under a spell like they’ve been given a heavy dose of aphrodisiac because of how you make them feel, you live a life very similar to Maddy because you’re constantly going out and partying, your life is fast and interesting, but even if you’re popular amongst your peers or your friends you’re completely immune to peaking in high school/whatever stage in life you’re in right now lol, you’re immune to letting a tiny thing such as popularity get to your head which could cause you to become ignorant and unaware, you’re completely and 100% down to earth and humble and people appreciate that very much, people feel genuinely bored when they’re not around you most of the time, everyone just loves you, you’re always known as the funniest and most interesting person in the room

Part II - Cassie

While people love you for being the “fun one” people also find their way to you when they need you for other reasons, people find you being okay and stable with being “emotional” comforting therefore people find you understanding and easy to confide in and talk to, when people think of what a “perfect girlfriend” would be you immediately come to mind, one might even start to fantasize about the things that Nate did about Cassie in that one scene in season who about their future together and stuff, even if you are the “male gaze” it never really occurred to you because you don’t actually really care, you don’t lean on or depend on men, women, or anyone else to give you validation or to make you feel loved, you’re completely fine and okay with yourself and your body, you’re basically the opposite of Cassie when it comes to dating though lol, no shade but you don’t fall in love super easily anymore or with people who do the bare minimum (replying, giving you attention regularly etc), people don’t know why they fall in love with you so quickly but they just do, what is it about you that allows people to fully surrender themselves? people tend to see you as “softer” than most people at times (as in you’re not like a bitch all the time idk 🤷‍♀️), your body is something that you have so much love for, you respect and love your body so much, you’ve never had issues with your body because you love it so much, there’s nothing physically masculine about you, your face, your voice, or your body, you feel feminine enough, you’re extremely good at sex, regardless of your experience in the bedroom you’re naturally very good at sex with the gender you’re attracted to, you feel strong and confident in the bedroom, you’re immune to feeling shy when having sex, after you have sex you feel comfortable and zero shame with yourself

you love your body unconditionally and can change it however much you want, your breasts grow to be as big as Sydney Sweeney’s, your breasts are free of sagging and are very perky, and you gain or lose your desired amount of weight in all of your desired places, your body morphs into whatever you’re visualizing but more perfect, your body was already perfect but now it’s even more perfect + have your desired rib cage size/change your rib cage size safely (if you want to change it ofc)

extras but mainly safety l tw for a brief mention of inc*st

-physical attraction affirmations don’t work on creepy and undesired people

-physical attraction affirmations don’t work on family members

-any creepy and undesirable people who are currently attracted to you no longer are

-any family members that are currently attracted to you no longer are (I don’t mean to trauma dump btw I just added those for people who need it 😭)

-anyone who’s under the age of consent or under the ages 16 or 17 can’t manifest any sexual benefits from this or any subliminal that’s similar

[sloppy-little-witch-bitch26]

Can you write what type of dad thor could he when he wasn't drunk and under odin's abuse. We never really got to see him be a father to thrud during those three years so if you have any head cannons or anything please do so!:)

I LOVE THIS - prefacing by saying this is how I picture Thor as a dad had he not had Odin’s influence

Thor as a *good* dad minus Odin’s influence.

- This man ADORES his babies. I mean would do anything for his kiddos

- You hear his thunderous laugh in the Great Lodge before he boulders on in with Magni hanging off one arm, Modi hanging off the other and tiny Thrud draped round his neck like a child cape

- He’s the dad that laughs hysterically and points when his boys are rough housing

- They touch Thrud though or she so much as let’s out an “Ow” best believe he’s picking up Magni and Modi by the ears and putting them in time out even though he knows damn well Thrud would put them on their arse in so much as a blink of an eye

- Bath time comes around, you just know he’s pretending to be a *non harmful* Dreki flailing around, water everywhere, dramatically flopping around once his kids have “bested the beast”

- Teaches his kiddos the best way to take down monsters. Thor’s bubbas aren’t scared of monsters. Nope, monsters are scared of Thor’s offspring

- I can see the maids and servants of the lodge just being all “not it” when they know it’s time to clean up the carnage of play time

- makes them mini wooden weapons so they can play pretend and be like daddy

- as they get older, teaches them discipline, how to be great warriors but also be humble. They may be gods/Demi gods but even gods need to know how to protect themselves and their family.

- With Thrud though, let’s face it, whatever his little princess wants? She gets. End of

- if they fail, he teaches them how to over come those failings and be better.

- will let Thrud braid his hair and beard and you just know he rocks those mismatched uneven braids with PRIDE because his baby made them

- When they are of age, teaches them how to “woo” partners by saying shit like “when I first met your mother, I took down many foes to show her how strong I am”. Sif’s there like “yeah… sure you did” when truth be told, it was more than likely Sif that took them on because man’s was just in awe

- Anyone so much as looks at Thrud though, he’s reaching for Miljonir

- one tradition that he sticks to no matter how old they get? Telling stories by the fire. When the kiddos are young, many wooden horses were carved, sat on furs, drinking hot honey while he’s carving and telling them the most outlandish versions of his adventures, one kiddo curled up on either side of his lap and one in the middle. It would be nothing but warmth from the flames and so many choruses of laughter coming from him, Sif and his bubbas until the laughter is replaced by soft, even breathing as he looks down and each one of them are fast asleep.

- Him and Sif slowly bend down and pick up each child, Thor carrying two, Sif carrying one, careful not to disturb their slumber as their taken to their beds

- This carries on well into the kids being grown. The carvings may have changed from horses but the laughter and love and warmth is still there

[findingtarshish]

3 5 6 8 for the Pride asks for Harmony, Tiffany and Bianca please 🥺

3. How did your oc discover themself? Did something cause them to question, or did they always know?

Harmony discovered her bisexuality in a completely innocent way: She saw a woman on the street and went "Damn she's hot. who said that." It took her some time, and a lot of questioning and inner turmoil, to realize she was bi. Harmony, however, was not the problem; her boyfriend, Kendall, did not take it well when she came out to him and asked for his support, and it caused a spiral in their relationship that led to a very messy breakup. Luckily, Kendall doesn't appear again at any point in Harmony's story, right?

Tiffany figured out she was trans pretty early, and was able to get blockers and transition very early in life. Her lesbianism, however, was a little harder to figure out. She started off her journey in the World of Darkness as the blood doll of a Lamia named Alessia Bianchi. Alessia enjoyed playing with her dolls, and manipulated Tiffany into sleeping with her, even though Tiffany at the time considered herself straight- after all, Alessia's a vampire, it's not the same, right? At the same time, Tiffany started to get close to another of Alessia's dolls, Lily, and began to have feelings for her she didn't know how to quantify. Unfortunately, that budding realization and romance was cut short when Alessia frenzied, drained Tiffany, then Embraced her out of guilt. In her post-Embrace frenzy, Tiffany drained Lily, killing her. Now, they have a strange relationship, as vampire and wraith.

Bianca is... complicated. She probably considers herself straight, with that 1960s naivete of hers, but she's probably closer to demi-bi. That said, she doesn't know those terms, and hasn't really done much searching on her identity. Bianca was hypnotically programmed by Pentex to imprint onto a handler, whom she will protect and obey until the bitter end; previously, she was imprinted onto her 'creator', Circe, but she is currently imprinted on her packmate and Theurge, Larissa. It's currently unclear where their relationship will go!

5. How did you figure out your oc's identity?

Harmony was always bi from character creation, but Bianca and Tiffany are a little more complicated. Tiffany started out a closeted lesbian, but her being trans was a later addition to her character, based off of "I kinda vibe with trans Tiffany, she's trans now." Bianca, on the other hand, is a bit of a mess- it's not quite clear exactly what she is, though it's pretty clear her experience as a eugenicist's science experiment had an impact on her. I'm excited to see how she turns out!

6. How does your oc feel about labels? Theirs, or in general?

Harmony and Tiffany are pretty comfortable with labels, though Tiffany is still getting used to being called a lesbian. Bianca remains oblivious to labels and she's probably going to say something awful at some point simply by virtue of having been locked in a lab since the 1960s. Hopefully Larissa will help her with that.

8. Have they had struggles with their identity, be it due to internal or external reasons?

Oh yes. Harmony had the aforementioned difficulties with her ex, and Tiffany was obviously in the closet for soooo long and had to literally be haunted out of it. Bianca is unaware of her queerness so she is as of yet not struggling. But the struggles will come.

[d-earest]

𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖘𝖚𝖓𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖊(Rhea x dom x Reader)

A/N This isnt my gif nor did I make it, i'm sorry if the fanfic seems short Im tryinnnn

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Rhea and Dominik were cuddled up to Y/n while they were sleeping, y/n wasn't as sleepy so they just watched them making sure neither of them fell, they couldn't sleep somehow so they started to twist and turn all over feeling a bit hot you didn't know what was wrong but they just stayed there. The more you squirmed Dominik started to wake up saying with a husky voice,"Que ocurre, Baby" he nuzzled into their chest slightly while y/n stayed quiet thinking he would fall back asleep but no he said,"I know you're awake Chiquita.. cmon.. tell me whats going on-" they sighed before whispering,"I'm nervous about my match coming up.. After this its probably summerslam and Rhea wont be able to be there due to her injury with liv and.. I-" they started to tear up which woke Rhea up slowly,"Look... I know My arm might be injured but Paul didn't say I couldn't be there to support you. I'm on hiatus Yes but please.. don't worry You'll do amazing love" y/n teared up more,"Demi.." she turned around to Y/n and seeing dominik latching onto them from behind,"How about this all of us go on a late night drive" Rhea said while crawling back to y/n and wiping their tears very slowly,"Dom you're driving- and y/n grab some snacks and a blanket-" y/n nodded and dom smiled and said,"Okay mami get ready Amor -" he smiled once again soon walking off to get the car ready, y/n on the other hand knew something was up with rhea so they got off the bed and ran to rhea and hugged her,"Whats wrong, mami?" they looked at Rhea and smiled but all Rhea could do is return the smile,"I hate seeing you cry like that- me and dom fucking hates it a shit load.. so we try and make you happy I need you not to worry about my injury. It's my karma I broke her hand so I cant do anything about it-" She chuckled soon planting a small kiss on Y/n's lips and holding her tightly,"I promise. So when this fight does occur I'll be in the audience cheering you on- I'm just worried about the judgment day without me what if things go downhill and I-" Y/n cut her off with a kiss,"Don't stress about it. Work on your skills as soon as that arm gets fixed- now lets go" Y/n grabbed rhea's hand before grabbing the blankets and the snacks and heading to the car while dominik is left there confused,"What took you guys so loooooooonnnggg" he whined like a cat but all y/n and rhea could do is snicker,"Shut up moody cat!" rhea said before dominik took a dramatic gasp like a damsel in distress which lead y/n to a giggle,"not now you two- we can do that when we are at our destination-" he huffed,"Fine" Rhea giggled and got into the passenger seat while y/n was in the back laying down, y/n hummed a familiar tune it was a song that came to mind but they didn't care

𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴𝙴𝙴𝙴 𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙿 𝙷𝚄𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙴𝚂𝚂𝚂

Y/n ended up falling asleep in the car while they drove up the hill and to their destination. Y/n was stil asleep so dom opened the backseat door and crawled ontop of them hoping a kiss would wake them up, he kissed their cheeks and mouth, soon waking them up he smiled,"Did you sleep well amor?" he kissed them again before y/n could speak they blushed and looked at dom,"Yeah.." they kissed his nose then looking at rhea in the background wanting some kisses,"Rhea needs affection too hold on baby-" they kissed dom on the cheek soon pushing him off very softly and walking over to rhea and kissed her softly, Rhea smirked and tangled her fingers around Y/n's hair and pulled them closer,"Hm.." she huffed before pulling away the kiss smirking at them, Their cheeks flushed a dark red and turned to dominik, he let out a small giggle,"Don't steal them all Rhea" Rhea snapped back,"Oh hush pretty boy you stole damn near 100 kisses" Y/n giggled and signaled dom to come here and get a kiss. Dom instantly walked over to y/n and kissed them deeply. It turned them on to see both of their lovers at each other's neck for your love but you didn't deny the kiss, after the few seconds past y/n pulled away and smiled,"There so now both of your had kisses.. now please lets watch the sunrise.." they said turning to the sun and grabbing rhea's and dom's hands to hold, both of them blushing and leaned their head against your shoulder(Dom on shoulder rhea on the other shoulder) as you three stare at the beautiful sunrise.

A/n: I Hope you enjoyed my fanfic and remember I'm always taking requests and I love you alll

[pearblossommina]

I finished it!!!!

(And here’s a photo of the Pacific Ocean)

(Good god that ending) (I did take notes until about chapter 51 and then I just kinda fell into vacation mode) (here are some notes! From whatever days-of-the-read-a-long)

42

Good stuff

Cuddling

Holding hands

Listening to her trauma dump with rapt attention

This is like, the best first date Celaena’s ever had. (It’s about damn time) (I have been. DYING. For a trickle of romance. A small taste, a sweet little nibble?)

43

So

I’m gonna assume that they are each other’s carranam

(rare)(oh so rare)(so special)

Hey, guys, hurry up and fall in love, let’s get this over with, MY HEART IS READY.

Heyyyy also when they talk to each other wordlessly, is Celaena imagining it, or are they both daemati?

Or is that just a thing that all fae can do in this world?

44

Dude this grandmother is such an awful woman and I hate how abusive she is

(You have a heart, Manon. I know you have one.)

ABRAXOS taking the crossing! Hell yeah!

45

“There was nothing romantic about sharing a bed with Rowan, and they kept to their own sides.” Uh huh. Sure. I platonically sleep with hot guys I’m attracted to all the time.

You know, the thing is, she did love Chaol, but they were only together for like ONE WEEK? I don’t? Understand? How she hasn’t moved on yet? And her feelings for him are so tangled up with her feelings for Nehemia. Like; I’m not judging, I know sometimes people fall in love and it’s just, you know, hard to move on, but?

Girl?

Can you move on?

(I’m complaining but I think it’s so important. SO IMPORTANT. That girls and women have representation like this. Love, and relationships, and complicated feelings, especially in a fantasy novel) (it’s very well done SJM) (Ty for your service)(it does remind me of Feyre/Rhys tho) (I mean if I’m being honest the arc is starting to feel a little same-y) (lol)

46

I just. I dunno if it’s even important to find out the mystery or if I should even care about what the king of Ardarlan is up to.

Idk

It’s the same beast from the library - right? But the king has made millions of them?

And unleashed them on the continent to try and kill off all the fae and Demi-fae, probably in the hopes of eradicating magic?

Does he, specifically, hope to murder Aelin Galathynius or does he just hate fae and magic in general?

47

I’m very confused by this chapter

I mean it’s exciting but

I kind of don’t know what’s going on

48

Wait are we done fighting the creatures???

What about the creatures?

Wait

Then they had all the slaves killed - all the slaves?

(That bastard!)

49

Why does Dorian hate his brother so much

I mean he’s just a kid. A LITTLE BOY.

Sorscha is such a cutie. I wish she had been here when Celaena was still staying in the castle. I mean I know she was, actually, they just ignored her at the time… BUUUUT. I wish she was dating Dorian so that they could have had a cute little friendship square with Dorian and Sorscha and Chaol and Celeana, going out and having adventures and being in tender love before all this shit hit the fan.

These books don’t have enough *love* it’s just intense intensity all the time and sometimes boring plot laden exposition stuff. I like a slow burn but I’m READY for the ignite.

Day 8

50

"I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don't care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend."

AWWW

51

“If Narrok planned to lay siege to Mistward,” I don’t know who Narrok is, who is Narrok? Did I space out and miss something vitally important? Did the King of Ardarlan get a name in the last 50 pages or something?

(Maddy read the remainder of the chapters without taking notes) (Maddy is at the beach) (Maddy flies home tomorrow) (The vacation is over and the book is finished) (when’s the next one) (😭😭😭)

[ftpverse]

SHADITUDE an early DI Shad Mix

for the asshole, the cocky teenager, the guy who thinks he's hot shit

(or, that's what he SAYS, anyway,)

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-> [ listen ] <-

tracklist + liner notes under the cut

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dragon rider - tsfh (instrumental)

gives you hell - all-american rejects truth be told, i miss you truth be told, i'm lying (when you see my face, i hope it gives you hell)

bad reputation - joan jett & the blackhearts and i don't give a damn 'bout my reputation never said i wanted to improve my station

i don't care - fall out boy i don't care what you think as long as it's about me / say my name and his in the same breath i dare you to say they taste the same

hello - courtney love shut up i'm about to tell you about the difference you will never make

crushcrushcrush - paramore if you wanna play it like a game well, come on, come on, let's play ('cause i'd rather waste my life pretending than have to forget you for one whole minute)

do you want to fight me - venus hum you're eighty pounds of wreckage in a mason jar you're a bit combustible, don't break

crusher - free refills i'll walk all over you with my leather boots break your heart in two, that's what i wanna do

doopliss theme - ZMiX (instrumental)

confident - demi lovato it's time to get the chains out is your tongue tied up? 'cause this is my ground and i'm dangerous

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some other misc thoughts:

shoutout to all the ppl on main who gave me song suggestions for this; not knowing what it was for

and also magik for talking me into crushcrushcrush. i got so fuckored by it even tho this is supposed to be the angst-free playlist lol. i THOUGHT about putting misery business in here but while very funny as a concept i couldn't quite abide by the lyrics. i just couldn't... (too romance-focused, not even fitting at all, though very fun to imagine him and kairi singing together in [gesturing] the future or whatever. tho i wonder if kairi shared music with him while they were regularly meeting on the beach. honestly no way she didn't? fun little bonus scene...)

had to put a courtney love song in here after realizing 1) how cornerstone she was in the grunge scene, 2) that shad would love her music

''do you want to fight me'''s quoted liner notes are meant to be shad @ sora. but you can read them however you like :)

i put the demi lovato song in here because 1) it worked 2) shad would unironically listen to it. and think it rules. one of my longest-standing canons about his music taste that is he is a sucker for female vocals. i had to! i simply did!!!

i bitched about the og mix being 8 songs of which 3 were instrumental . and then kept 2 of the 3 instrumentals. look! i couldn't not keep the doopliss theme remix! okay!! first of all its JUST SO!!! ITS SO!!! second of all i needed something to help me transition into confident, which i refused to cut

other than the instrumentals i only preserved 2 other songs from the og mix - tho half a mix is pretty solid, i guess. still felt like i was scrambling for a hot minute tho.

the four i cut were:

1) the third instrumental (which was fine but that's SO MANY instrumentals, and also it was ONLY fine)

2) the only possible interpretation of it was his crush on kairi being Weird - even if i tried to reframe it as about sora it'd still kinda be weird. ITS HONESTLY EXTREMELY PINING. WHICH ISN'T INCORRECT BUT IS LIKE. THE WRONG TIMELINE FOR THIS MIX. BAD NEWS THE LYRICS DID FUCKOR ME THO

3) angst, in the mix i didn't want to have angst ((or at least to not swing away from being mostly uptempo and SOUND confident, even if there's layers of angst underneath))

4) ANGST THAT WASN'T EVEN LIKE ACCURATE TO HIM AS A CHARACTER. I HAD TWO OTHER BETTER-FITTING MCR SONGS I COULD HAVE - AND DID ELSEWHERE!! - USE FOR HIM SO. WHY DID I GO WITH THAT ONE? HELLO???? TO WHAT END???

[bates--boy]

He Has Teeth

Peter still wouldn’t say that “No Longer Human” made for a good pick as a Halloween read. He could understand why Nigel would sing the graphic novel’s praises as a spooky title; Ito’s art is indeed horrific. But it wasn’t the surreal, nightmarish artwork that was the terror. The artwork was merely a lure, a lure that lulled horror fans to let their guard down in the promise of a bone-chilling but still fun time.

          No, the true terror was Dazai’s mind.

            Dazai’s mind, curled in misery and darkness. Dazai’s heart, shut away from a world that chewed him up and spat him out. Dazai’s spirit, broken over and over. The true terror lied in knowing, in the deepest, blackest part of the self, that there was a twisted kinship with Dazai.

           “No Longer Human” can never be a reading pick for a holiday now associated with cutesy costumes, spooktacular extravagance, and glee commercialized in themed candy and copious amounts of face paint. The horror lied in making the reader want to swallow a bullet and hope to never wake.

         But Peter had neither gun nor bullets, so he picked up his pen.

This was a place that I called my second home Where no ghosts came to roam No floorboards creak Or the Boogeyman hides in closets like a sneak

No

The Monsters came as a mother with a gold cross And a red-leather family Bible that’s gold embossed Strong arms for that false sense of security And lullabies laced with 50-proof warm brandy

And a little boy, so beautiful you could weep Bambi-big brown eyes that made the heart leap You’d think you want to be with a boy so sweet Until he gave that smile with the million razor teeth

Then the home I’ve known became mirrored halls And smiling shadows standing along the bedroom walls Watching the Beast from Hell take feast From my tender flesh ‘til he got his release

All the warped faces laughing away Lips and hands taking from me all night and day Was this what it was to lie on your altar? Is love meant to be the one that is slaughtered? For all-seeing bleedings eyes take joy in your hurt And drop coins in your pouch to shove up your skirt? And the little lamb’s the coyote with the teeth Does love mean being the one that can’t breathe?

What’s funny was you were the angel in my eyes The ever-burning stars of my darkest, empty skies Til you tried to force it Biblical Now my skies stay falling ‘cause of the unthinkable

I bet you tasted the way I’m so devout When you put me in your black-leaking mouth And pinned me into your bed of piss and decay Caged me in your six wings, told me be not afraid

All these years later, you still poison my nights For someone so filthy, you turn my world white And you laughed it up, getting away with murder Shielded by your flaming-sword guard Drowning me in her homophobic fervor

I could’ve played it hard, too, with my own two-ton bite I’m a demi-god, goddamn it, I could’ve put up a fight! So why did I freeze? Because all I knew was lonely

And I’d suffer this endless hell To be someone’s good boy, to be his angel

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He tried to set the pen down, but his hands shook violently, and setting it down meant the damn utensil clattering almost halfway across the table. He slouched back in his chair, taking deep, slow breaths, staring ahead of him to the empty recording booth before him, skin hot where the tears streaked down.

          The lyrics were unpolished, hastily scratched into his journal, and once the haze of his nightmare cleared and he could think clearly, Peter realized that they were going to remain so. He had no plans to record it, not like Dessa with her “The Lamb”, or Kesha with her “Prayer” or Billy Talent with his “Rusted From the Rain”; with another deep breath to steady himself and finally pull himself from the pit, Peter realized that all he needed was to get it out.

         “Peter?”

          There was a long pause in which footsteps crept closer to him. A familiar hand brushed along his back, assuring that Peter wouldn’t take flight from touch before settling on his shoulder. A familiar scent of cinnamon and mountain soap grounded him. “Are you alright, sweets?”

        Peter rubbed his face with his sleeve, nodding and clearing the gravel out of his throat. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good,” he lied, knowing that he’ll have to work hard to make it true.

[crazysim-mary]

That couple you never play with, but you love them still every time you take pictures.

[lovecanyon]

INSTAGRAM BLURB

faceclaim: alexa demie

summary: y/n’s pregnancy gets exposed ft euphoria cast members coming to her defense xx

harry styles x reader

MASTERLIST

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harrystylesupdates y/n seen in malibu yesterday pregnant!!

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harryfan4 BITCH WHAT

harryfan6 is this real…..

harryfan3 bruh y/n is lucky bye

barbieferreria you guys posted these for what??

harryfan5 she’s obviously trying to hide from the paparazzi

harryfan7 IS THIS WHY SHE’S DOING ALL THE EUPHORIA INTERVIEWS ONLINE

harryfan2 AND she had to take pictures for the premiere at the beginning of filming!!!!!

jacobelordi imagine if you were a pregnant woman getting followed by men with cameras. you will feel way worse than uncomfortable.

harryfan8 why did i open instagram today

hunterschafer this is so invasive. please delete these.

harryfan10 WAIT THIS IS SO CUTE

harryfan12 LITERALLY HARRY IS GOING TO BECOME A FATHER

harryfan9 it was so obvious she was pregnant…we haven’t seen her in months

zendaya y/n and harry want privacy. take these down.

harryfan14 IM CRYING

harryfan11 you guys see her pulling up her hood, she didn’t want photos taken of her

anguscloud seriously??? delete

harryfan16 she looks so uncomfortable

harryfan15 so basically y’all exploiting a pregnant woman that hasn’t even announced to the world that she’s pregnant…

maudeapatow please take these down

harryfan17 i mean….we all expected it

harryfan20 damn all the euphoria cast members are commenting

sydney_sweeney y/n deserves privacy, delete these

harryfan19 no wonder why she didn’t go on tour

harryfan18 she went but stayed backstage. i worked both harryween nights!!

harryfan21 omg is she really pregnant?

harryfan18 harry made us sign nda’s so i can’t really speak on it.

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harryfan22 Y/N IS SO HOT

harryfan24 damn is she pregnant or not??

harryfan23 pretty sure this was before she was pregnant

harryfan26 she be wearing this on her way to class yall

harrystyles beautiful.

yourinstagram love you baby.

harryfan25 she is now a milf

hunterschafer iconic. so iconic.

harryfan28 THE BADDEST GIRL EVER

harryfan30 my reason to live. my reason to breathe.

harryfan29 she is an icon, she is a legend and she is the moment.

maudeapatow ugh on my knees

harryfan32 LMAO SHE’S IGNORING THE FACT THAT HER PREGNANCY GOT LEAKED

harryfan34 girl just wait. she’s planning her revenge.

harryfan31 season two is her season!!!!

harryfan33 harry is probably gonna watch every episode :,)

zendaya material girl

harryfan35 the literal blueprint

harryfan37 wife

jacobelordi maddy. the most glamorous.

harryfan39 is she going to class?

harryfan36 MOMMY? SORRY! MOMMY? SORRY!

harryfan38 our good sis maddy is back

gemmastyles yessss i miss you on my screen

harryfan40 damn gemma too?? sobbing.

sydney_sweeney my ride or die

harryfan42 queen ready to play

anguscloud #teammaddy

harryfan44 it’s quiet ain’t no back talk

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Daily Mail

Harry Styles management sue paparazzi for taking photos of a pregnant Y/N L/N.

Recently photo’s of a certain Euphoria star pregnant made headlines everywhere, especially online. Everyone around the world went insane when they saw the pictures. Styles fans were reposting the picture on every social media platform you could think of.

Y/N L/N trended number one on Twitter for two straight days. Her pregnancy was all people could talk about along with her scenes on Euphoria’s new episode.

In response Harry Styles sued all media companies that used the unauthorized photos of Y/N including the paparazzi that took them themselves.

Evidently he won all of the cases and court orders were immediately ruled. Now several media companies can’t photograph L/N or Styles again.

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taglist: @harrysmatcha @harryspinkpillow @helen-with-an-a @florencepughily @needyghosts @peterparkerbae @deadass1011 @toji-dabi-wife @fallonx @pilgrimharry13 @cherriesrae @alienorknight @valluvsu @quinnjackluke @drphilssoulmate @ivegotparticulartaste @ayeshathestyles @hazgoldenstyles @eiffelmezarry @tsukishimawhore @renatavieira @michellekstyles

[borahaerhy]

Love and Sarcasm (1) - knj

Summary: The second semester of your sophomore year in college has started and there are only two people in your creative writing class that have published works: You, and Kim Namjoon; a pretentious know-it-all that just so happens to be in the same frat as your best friend.

Pairing: Fuckboy!Namjoon x Demi!Chubby!Reader

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, College! au, eventual smut

Warnings: Namjoon is toxic, Jimin drinks some wine before driving but he's not intoxicated, College parties, the entirety of bts being in a frat, Y/n has a caffeine addiction, references to Jimin and Y/n partying a lot while underage.

Word count: 5.6k

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Note: Hey guys! I decided to make it a mini series, It should be 4-5 parts because I wasn't even half done and we were almost at 15k words so I decided I should split it up xD. I hope you enjoy :))

“There’s my favorite librarian,” You looked up from the cart of books you had been organizing and at your best friend of almost 10 years, holding a large coffee that you desperately hoped was for you.  

“Did you get me the good stuff?” You asked as he handed you the cup, rolling his eyes as your eyes rolled back into your head as the hot bitter liquid met your tongue.  

“Of course, I also got you a donut because coffee isn’t breakfast,” you gasp at his bold statement clutching your chest as exaggeratedly as you could muster.  

“Says who?” You question as you gently set your coffee down on your desk, features still exaggerated 

“Most people, I’m pretty sure. Eat the damn thing; and next time you wake up late ask someone else to get your coffee for you, I have shit to do,” he dropped the bag with the donut in it on your desk as you resumed organizing the books.  

“Where have you got to be before 4pm?” You scoff, eyeing your friend out of the corner of your eye as he yawns.  

“I’ll have you know,” he speaks through his yawn, “That my classes are early this semester. My first ones at 10,” You give a slight smirk as you shake your head lightly.  

“Wow, look at you up and out of the house a whole 2 hours before you have to be anywhere – if I didn’t see it I wouldn’t believe it,” he narrows his eyes at you even though you weren’t even close to facing him.  

“Haha, very funny. When are your classes for this semester?” He questions, sliding his hands into the pockets of his winter jacket.  

“Uh, my Monday, Wednesday, Friday classes start at 9, so I should actually probably leave here soon. I have creative writing then at 2, I have one of the 40 English classes I have to take. Tuesdays and Thursdays are just Child Development which starts at noon,” You furrow your eyebrows, struggling to remember your new schedule off the top of your head.  

“That English class, is it with Duncan?” You look over at him before nodding, picking up your coffee with one hand and placing the other on your hip as you take a sip. “Thank god, you know I hate reading, you’re going to be my lifeline, my little nerdy friend,” You cock an eyebrow at his mention of the word little.  

“Jimin, we’re the same height, and I think I’ve got a few pounds on you, please stop calling me little,” you set down your coffee and look down at the sheet for the books that are due back today and start crossing off a few that had already been returned.  

“I meant more figuratively. You’re emotionally 5’2,” You roll your eyes, a small smile creeping through you try to hide. “I need to get going, I have to meet up with the frat before I get to classes today,”  

“Still can’t believe they let you into a frat,” you stood up straight again, taking one last sip of your coffee before you pushed the cart of books out from behind your desk.  

“Still can’t believe you refuse to come to my frat parties.”  

“Can you seriously see me going to a frat party?” You asked, almost laughing at the thought. Jimin nodded.  

“I have actually physically seen you at several frat parties, Y/n,”  

“Yeah, in high school,” He shrugged as he started walking backwards toward the front door.  

“I’m just saying, I’ve seen the party girl in you, babe. Don’t pretend she doesn’t exist anymore – she was hot,” you rolled your eyes as he pulled his hat back down over his ears before stepping out into the cold.  

- 

You made your way to the back of the large lecture room, sitting in the back row next to a very large window that overlooked the snow-covered campus. You placed your 2nd coffee of the day down on your desk before sitting down, satisfied with your view of the board in front of you. It wasn’t a large class, so by the time everyone else had made their way in, you were still the only person in the back row.  

“Good morning class, my name is Helen Swain, and I’ll be your professor for this semester,” She went on for a few more minutes, talking about what was going to be covered in the class and what to expect, even handing out a paper syllabus before announcing that she expected physical copies of all of your assignments. Looks like it’s time to invest in a printer.  

“And I just have one more thing to announce before we get started. As this is a creative writing class, I thought it would be nice to highlight some of your classmates that have their very own published works! To the two who have their work published, would you please stand and tell us a little bit about it?” Your heart sunk as you reluctantly stood up, one other student a few rows ahead of you standing up as well. All eyes fell to him first.  

“Young man in the front, why don’t you tell us a bit about yours?” He nodded and clasped his hands together.  

“Yes, of course. It was a deep and very meaningful poem I wrote when I lost someone who was very close to me. My high school English teacher actually turned it in to a competition where it won first prize and got published,” The professor smiled widely as she began to clap, the rest of the class joining awkwardly as he sat down.  

“That sounds wonderful, I’m glad you had a teacher in high school that saw your talent,” she paused for a moment, turning her gaze to meet you, your hands awkwardly shoved into the pocket of your oversized hoodie. “And what about you, in the back?” All eyes were now on you, but thankfully you were seated much higher up than all of them, so you could largely ignore them.  

“Um, it’s called Sarcastic, and it’s an acrostic of the word sarcastic, that I wrote when I was 15 and turned in to a competition because I had to for a grade, and apparently it was just edgy enough to make the cut,” A couple of the students laughed, not that you minded – it’s hardly impressive and extremely funny that it had even happened. The boy who went first seemed to think it was absolutely hilarious, though.  

“Well, you must’ve been extremely talented to have written something so well at such a young age,” You smirked lightly and gave a thumbs up as you sat down, without any applause.  

She continued on with teaching, the class relatively uneventful as it was only the first day, but you still had an assignment due on Friday: a fictional piece of at least 5,000 words. You wrote down the assignment in your planner that you only ever used the first week or so of new classes, then completely disregarded the rest of the semester, before getting up and walking out of class with everyone else, tossing your long empty cup in the trash on the way out.  

With the hour you had between classes, you decided to go to the schools café and get yourself an iced coffee to have a little variety. From there, you made your way to where you knew Jimin would be getting out of his lecture shortly and want to rant about something before he had to go sit through another 4-hour lecture.  

“Looks like people will probably come to me for help,” you turn behind you, feet still moving in the general direction of when you needed to go before you turned back around as he caught up to you. “No offense, I just think my poem seemed a little more impressive than yours,” You hummed in agreement as you nodded, taking a sip of your coffee as you watched the smirk on his face grow confused.  

“No, that’s good, actually, because I really hate it when random people come up to me and start talking about thing’s they generally know nothing about,” you both stopped walking, now turned to face one another as you took another sip of your coffee before slapping him on the shoulder. “So, thanks for that, bud.”  

You turned and continued walking to Jimin’s classroom, which thankfully was right down the hallway from where your next class was going to be. “Oh my god I almost fell asleep like 20 times, who knew philosophy was so boring?” Jimin whined the second he was out of the classroom, causing you to snicker.  

“Literally everyone, Jiminie,” you smiled as he linked arms with yours as you started slowly walking down the hall to your next subject.  

“You like it,” he shot back as you shrugged.  

“Because I’m boring Jimin, c’mon man, wake up!” You snapped in front of his face as you aggressively told him to wake up, sipping your coffee before he noticed you had a new coffee in your hands.  

“That’s not the same coffee I bought you this morning, Y/n, and did you even eat your donut?” You scoffed.  

“Of course I ate my donut that you so graciously bought me, what kind of a person only drinks coffee all day and has their first meal at 7pm?”  

His expression fell as you turned to face each other outside of your class, his arms now folded across his chest. “You, asshole, that’s why I asked,” Granted, you had thrown the donut away after only having one bite; it was way too sweet too early in the morning. And he most certainly did not have the right to judge you on your coffee habits.  

“Well, new year new me, Jiminie. I'll have you know I'll be eating food along with my ten cups of coffee a day,” you smiled, entering the classroom.  

“Can you at least narrow it down to seven cups?” He followed you to the back of the room, the only acceptable place to sit.  

“Never.”  

- 

After class, Jimin walked you home and then invited himself inside of your quaint apartment, plopping himself down on your couch before you could even finish getting your winter jacket off.  

“So, what’re you going to wear to my party on Friday?” you scowl at him as you kick your shoes off, dropping your bag next to them before you cross your arms, moving over to where he’d occupied a large amount of your sofa before you squeeze in next to him.  

“Who says I’m going to your party?” You retort, Jimin’s smirk never fading from his face.  

“Me,” he spoke proudly, as if he’d just found a loophole in the system that forced you out of your house. He has not.  

“Friday you said?” you ask, narrowing your eyes as he nodded as if in deep thought, pondering your options, before you shook your head and moved your eyes back to meet his. “Sorry, can’t, that cuts into my brooding time. Maybe if it were on a Tuesday–”  

“You’re hilarious, you know?” He asked sarcastically after rolling his eyes. You nod.  

“Duh,” his face softened as he turned to face you, grabbing your hand in the process.  

“Seriously, Y/n, I think you might actually have fun if you come,” he elongated his words as he tugged on your hand slightly, his bottom lip jutted out as he begged. You rolled your eyes, trying to pull your hand back out of his grasp but he wouldn’t let you. “C’mon, babe, I've been trying to not push you, but you seriously need to get laid,” You immediately pull the pillow that you had been resting on out from behind your back before hitting Jimin as hard as you could with it, causing him to let go of you and chuckle, hands hiding his face as you swung a second time before propping the pillow back behind your back.  

“Asshole,” You started, gaining his attention, “You know I’m an emotional bitch that can only sleep with people I’m in love with, we can’t all be sluts,” he chuckled softly at your words, rubbing the arm you hit as if it was a serious wound.  

“Well then you need to go make out with someone or at least, I don’t know, get drunk and relax. I can’t remember the last time you just chilled the fuck out and had fun, ” his face became more somber as he spoke, trying not to sound like he was worried but still wanted you to know that he cared.  

“If you wont come for you then come for me, the only people I hang out with at these things are fuckboys and they’re not near as fun as you. I promise I won’t leave you halfway through the night to be slutty either, I’m all yours if you agree to be my arm candy for the night,” You groaned loudly as he finished his sentence, making him stop because you know he would keep talking if you didn’t stop him.  

“Can we find a new topic of conversation if I agree to think about it?”  

“Only if you agree to think about what you’ll be wearing to the party you’ll definitely be coming to,” he smiled, his round cheeks hiding his eyes as his grin spread across his face. You sighed, sitting back up before grabbing the remote.  

“Fine, I’ll go to your frat party, Jimin. Now, do you want to watch Harry Potter with me or not?” You asked, turning the tv on.  

“Of course, I’ll order the pizza.”  

- 

The week went by much faster than you would’ve liked it to, between working and getting used to the long class hours. You had finished the writing assignment due for your creative writing class on Wednesday; you had always been an overachiever when it came to writing assignments that you had free reign on, so it’s a bit longer than necessary as well, but you figured that would help your grade, if anything.  

You thankfully didn’t have to go into the library this morning, so you were able to get an extra couple of hours of sleep before you decided to walk to campus, seeing as it had snowed last night and it was beautiful outside. You, obviously, picked a hot black coffee on your way, the hot cup warming the fingertips your fingerless gloves neglected before you finally made your way to the large building your lecture was in.  

Having an extra few minutes before your professor would even open the door, you slid your bag off your shoulder and set it down on a bench near the entrance of the building. You opened it, putting your coffee down next to it as you realized opening a zipper is hard to do with one hand, and pulled out your assignment, wanting to be able to hand it to her before you even took your seat.  

You absentmindedly scrolled through your phone for a few minutes before you started to notice a few of your classmates walking in the building. You put your phone away, picked up your things before you went along with them.  

“Ah, Ms. Y/l/n and Mr. Kim, the two paper’s I'm most excited to read,” You turned and realized that Namjoon was right behind you, smile wide as he held his paper out at the same time you did. You both took notice of the fact yours was longer, by at least a few pages, before you both started walking to your seats.  

“Quality over quantity, Y/l/n,” he spoke lowly as he stepped quickly to keep up with you. You smirked.  

“Hmm,” you hummed, taking a sip of your coffee before turning, facing him as he threw his bag down on the table. “Hasn’t anyone told you, Kim? Size always matters,” you turned on your heal and walked up to your seat that overlooked the class, satisfied with the baffled look that was on his face when you left.  

- 

“Okay, I know I'm basically forcing you to come to this party, but that doesn’t mean you can just wear your work clothes,” It was 30 seconds after you had walked into your apartment after taking some overtime in at the library, and Jimin was already in your apartment, drinking a glass of wine with his hand on his hip as he looked at you judgmentally.  

“Did you bring your own wine glass to wait for me in my apartment to get off work so that you can scold me for not being ready 4 seconds after I walk in the door?” You cocked an eyebrow as you cross your arms across your chest, but Jimin only looks at you and nods as if that’s obvious and completely normal. You rolled your eyes as you put your things down, shedding yourself of your winter coat, gloves and hat before you walked past Jimin, taking the glass of wine from his hand and taking a sip as you walked back to your bedroom. “Besides, what’s wrong with looking like a librarian?”  

“We’re going to a frat party, not a book sale,” He scoffs, following you into your room and taking his wine back from you as you open your closet and begin to think, piecing different things together.  

“No shit, Jiminie. You just have to give me a second to get ready,” you pause, pulling a mini skirt out of your closet, looking around to see if there was any way you could pair this with something without freezing your tits off. “If someone drugs my drink it’s entirely your fault for making me look hot,” You pulled out a tight cropped sweater with a zipper down the front, holding them up together to see if they went well together. They did.  

“If someone drugs your drink, I’ll murder them,” he said nonchalantly as you heard him opening your dresser drawer. “And if you’re wearing that, you’ll need these,” He throws a pair of fishnets over the hanger of the top before he begins rifling through your shoes.  

“Well, while you figure out my outfit for me, I’ll go do my makeup,” he merely grunted and waved you off as he set his wine next to him, throwing your converse across the room.  

- 

“You’re going to catch a cold without a jacket, babe,” Jimin walked you out of your apartment and down to the street, where you had to then try to find his car in the snow-covered and cramped parking lot with your arm linked with his. You were now at least a good few centimeters taller than him, your chunky knee-high heels barely giving you enough traction to stay vertical as you walked through the ice.

“That’s what the coffee’s for, Jimin. It makes my heart beat so fast my body temperature never drops below 100 degrees,” you smiled as you walked unaffected by the temperature to his car, which was conveniently parked at the end of the lot. He opened the door for you before racing to the driver’s side and jumped in.  

“Joking about your coffee addiction isn’t making me feel much better about it, Y/n,” you only smiled as he started the car and drove the short distance between your apartment and his house. It was massive. You’ve never been inside, but you’ve seen the outside of it many times. Between Jimin being overprotective of you and you not really liking to party anymore, he just always came over to your place when you wanted to hang out.  

But now as you looked up at the large house that was already blaring music with people pouring into it, you started to get intimidated, almost wishing you’d gone to at least one of these things before so this didn’t seem so daunting.  

Before you could even unbuckle your seatbelt, Jimin had your door open, hand extended to help you get out. You quickly unbuckled yourself and stood, taking Jimin’s arm as you walked up to the house, walking right in the front door into the living room swimming with already drunk people dancing on each other.  

You made your way through the sea of people and found a space between the living room (dance floor) and kitchen (bar) that had fewer individuals.  

“Jimin, why didn’t you tell us you had a foxy girlfriend?” You turned around along with Jimin to see what was probably the most handsome man you’d ever laid eyes on. He extended his hand, waiting for you to take it as his smile spread sweetly across his face. You gave him your hand, to which he turned it up and gently placed a kiss on your knuckles, not letting his eyes leave yours. No wonder he didn’t trust these guys, I would give this man whatever he wanted no questions asked.  

“Because I knew you’d try to take her away from me. You know, like you’re doing now?” Jimin pulled you back slightly by your hips, wrapping a protective arm around you as the handsome one smiled.  

“Not his girlfriend. I’m Y/n,” his eyes widened slightly as he looked back and forth between the two of you.  

“I take it you’re single then, Y/n?” He asks. Jimin tries to step on his foot, but he moves it away quickly, eyes still boring into yours with so much intensity you almost forget how to speak. Almost.  

“That I am,” you smile, ignoring Jimin’s attempts to get you to stop talking.  

“Well you, miss Y/n, are welcome here anytime,”  

“DRINKS, lets go get drinks, Y/n, you must be parched,” Jimin pushed you away from the pretty man giving you attention and into the kitchen where there were alcoholic drinks and mixers scattered over every surface.  

“Which one was that?” You ask as Jimin finally let’s go of you, grabbing a red solo cup from where they’re stacked neatly in the corner.  

“That was Jin, you’re not allowed to date him no matter how good at talking he is. Tequila?” Jimin asks, holding up the bottle he’s already poured a shot from into his own cup.  

“I’ll take a beer, thanks,” Jimin rolled his eyes, grabbing you a beer and uncapping it before he still grabs another solo cup and fills it with a shot.  

“You still have to take a shot with me, it’s for good luck,” he takes the beer from your hand as you sip it and puts it on the counter, shoving the cup in your hand to replace it. He holds out his arm, waiting for you to link yours around it so you can take your shots together. As you roll your eyes and comply, Jin stood at the bottom of the stairs watching you and Jimin before a large hand landed on his back, bringing him back to reality.  

“You didn’t get drunk without me, I hope,” Namjoon smiled as he followed Jin’s gaze. His eyes landed on you, arms linked with Jimin, your curves on full display as you knocked your head back, letting the liquor fall smoothly down your throat before you separated, Jimin wrapping an arm around your back, resting on your hip casually as he filled his cup up once more, this time with much more than a shot. “How the fuck did Jimin pull that ass?” He questioned, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for his older friend to reply.  

“He didn’t. That’s Y/n.” Namjoon's eyes widened as he looked at Jin.  

“Y/n? As in the childhood best friend he never brings around?” Jin nods, looking back over at you. Namjoon thinks for a second before patting Jin’s shoulder again. “Dibs,” He doesn’t wait for him to respond before he makes his way over to you, walking past you to grab a beer before turning again, looking you up and down. You looked familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it.  

“Who's your friend, Jimin?” he spoke, grabbing both you and Jimin's attention as he took a swig of his beer. Jimin sighed.  

“Namjoon, with is Y/n. Y/n, Namjoon–”  

“Oh hey, size doesn’t matter guy! How’s that working out for you?” You smirked widely as you took a small swig of your own beer. Jimin started laughing at your comment, not having any idea of the context but not needing any. Namjoon’s face fell as realization set in.  

“You know, you look a lot different without the baggy hoodie and the coffee cup glued to your hand,” Namjoon smirks as he takes another sip of his beer, now much more intrigued by you.  

“Okay wait, what am I missing here?” Jimin interjected as he finally stopped laughing, trying to figure out how you and his friend know one another.  

“Remember the asshole I told you about from my creative writing class?” your eyes never left Namjoon’s, your head only shifting slightly to the side to face Jimin, who looked at Namjoon with you, mouth open. Namjoon moved his hand over his chest, faking hurt.  

“Asshole? Wow, Y/l/n. That hurts, even from you,” the smug smirk never left his face, nor yours. You shrugged.  

“I’m sure you’ve been called worse. C’mon, Jiminie,” you looked away from Namjoon for the first time since he’d arrived, pulling Jimin and his now very full cup of tequila that you were 90% positive he didn’t add a mixer to. “I wanna dance.”  

- 

“I’m not that drunk, I will be fine,” it was probably somewhere close to 3 in the morning, and you were ready to get out of here and go to bed. Jimin was probably about as drunk as you could be without completely blacking out.  

“You’re not going to walk home or take the subway in the middle of the night looking like that in the dead of winter, getting buried in a pile of snow is a best-case scenario. Just come up to bed with me,” Jimin’s eyes were barely open as he leaned against the front door, trying his best to look stable by relying all his weight onto something to hold him up.  

“I don’t want to put you out, plus you live with like 20 dudes, several of whom tried to grab my ass at some point,” He pushed himself off the door, putting both his hands on your shoulders before he turned you around and pushed you toward the stairs, now relying on you to remain upright.  

“Then I’ll lock the door. I won’t be responsible for your death and I’m too tired to worry about you,” You rolled your eyes as you accepted defeat, helping Jimin up the stairs and into his bedroom at the end of the hall. He made sure he locked the door after you both got in the room. He hastily peeled off his shirt and threw it on the floor before falling onto his bed face first.  

You pulled off your shoes, your feet thanking you as they felt flat ground again. You pulled down your skirt and fishnets, leaving them on his dresser before you slid under the covers beside Jimin, who instinctively wrapped an arm around you and pulled you into him, nuzzling himself into your neck as you both drifted off to sleep comfortably in each other’s embrace.  

- 

It truly was a good thing you worked in a library, because on days you were hungover the quietness of it all made your head hurt less as you readjusted back to normalcy. Not that you were hungover often, especially at work, but on days you were, you knew it wouldn’t be nearly as bad as it was when you worked in a McDonalds.  

You finished putting away yesterday's returns and walked back up to your desk, stopping the cart beside you as you sat down, drinking your hot coffee, begging the caffeine to take away your headache.  

“Was that you I saw sneaking out of my house at seven in the morning?” You looked up from a pile of paperwork to see Namjoon with a wide smirk on his face and a book tucked under his arm as he strolled up to your desk. You looked back down at the papers on your desk that seemed to be multiplying, words evading your vision as you tried to read them.  

“I wasn’t sneaking, I just didn’t want to wake anyone,” he dropped the book down in front of you, leaning his elbows on the taller portion of the desk as you scanned over the book. The Forgotten Fire by Adam Bagdasarian. Interesting book for a frat boy.  

“Whose room were you coming out of?” You wrote the title of the book down on the sign out log, before inputting the same information into the computer.  

“Why don’t you ask your buddies, I’m sure whoever it was would love to brag about the encounter,” You wrote the date on a card and put it back into the book.  

“Ah, did you get burned, Y/l/n?” You ignored his question, handing him back his book, your sarcastic customer service smile taking over.

 “It’s due back in two weeks,” You extend your hand with the book in it cover pointed out to face him as he glances down at it, smug smile still playing on his lips before he takes it from your hand. You let your gaze fall back to your desk as you continued to look over your papers.  

“See you then, Y/l/n, try not to miss me too much,”  

“Only in your wet dreams, Kim,” your comment conned a genuine smile out of him as he walked out the door to the library. He didn’t know why, but Namjoon needed to know who you were with, and you gave him a pretty good suggestion. He made it not even 10 steps away from the building before he pulled out his phone, opening the group chat that all the members of his frat were in.  

Namjoon slid his phone back in his pocket before he could read Yoongi’s complaints.

No one had ever really stood up to him, especially when it came to his intelligence. Namjoon had prided himself on being the smartest person back in his high school, and even while he knew he had no hope of being the smartest person in the college, he’d at least hoped to be smarter than most of the people he came across.  

When he saw you walking on campus on the first day of class, he thought he might try his luck at flirting with you. While he didn’t think you seemed to be the most attractive based of the over-sized sweater and hair definitely not done, but you were the shy one. Face red as you spoke allowed about your poem is a self-deprecating manner, sitting as far away from others as possible. You kept away from people for the entirety of class, and then walked by yourself to get a coffee.  

You seemed easy. He’d tease you before throwing a compliment or two at your feet, and you’d be all over him. Instead, he got to the teasing part, and you’d shot back at him. You’d shot back good. He didn’t even know how to respond, so he didn’t. That’s when he decided it’d be fun to have a little rivalry with you. You didn’t talk unless someone spoke to you, but God when you did speak? It’s never something he’s expecting; and he can’t get enough.  

He hated losing, and you were the only competition he’d have this semester, all his other classes seemed to go by like a breeze. But your confidence alone would make you the most fun person to go up against.  

Then he saw you at the party – saw what you could really look like if you put effort into yourself and knew the feud he’d started with you was probably going to be the hardest one he’d have to overcome. 

There were two ways he could win: Get better grades, get better at comebacks, and prove that he was the smartest.  

Or 

He could ruin you.  

He’d never seen you at any parties before, so the likelihood of you being someone who liked to sleep around was low. That, and the fact Jimin wouldn’t even let you come to meet them meant he didn’t trust you around them; scared they’d break your heart or try to. So, you were probably emotional when it came to sex. If he could get you under him, he’d always come out on top.

Note: I TOLD YOU NAMJOON WAS TOXIC BUT I PROMISE IT'S NOT PERMANENT

[sorryjustafangirl]

pretty damn obvious

a/n: i had the pleasure of writing for @antoineroussel in her own fic exchange! i really liked this idea and i loved playing around with different ways to incorporate some of her favourite things into a fic! so to Demi, i really hope you enjoy this! there’s also an easter egg hidden in here for you :)

title: pretty damn obvious (aka Mat’s different love languages)

pairing: mat barzal x gn!reader

word count: 4.5k+

warnings: one creep/asshole in section two, mentions of alcohol, and like one swear

disclaimer: this is a piece of fiction and includes a real person so if you don't vibe with that, please don't read. also this gif is not mine, all credit to the amazing creator

one - quality time

There was a lot you loved about your hometown. The ocean was so close, the climate was warm enough for cute outfits in all seasons (but cool enough you could be graced with snow some winters), and even though it was a big city, it felt like a small town some days. But your favourite part about Vancouver? Mat Barzal was there with you.

Your families were close so it was a no brainer that the two of you became close as you both grew up. From weekly movie nights to helping him with his History homework to spending the summers with each other’s family, the two of you were thick as thieves. When Mat got drafted to the Islanders, things changed, but not as drastically as you thought. You still kept in touch through text and Snapchat but obviously weren’t as involved as close as when you were kids in the same city.

When you sold your first book series, Mat was the first one to promote it on his social media and even sent you a bottle of champagne all the way from Long Island. He told you all his favourite parts and even passed along some of the staff's thoughts on it.

And when you told him you would be moving to New York to be closer to your agent and publishing house, he was so quick to reinsert himself into your daily life. He picked you up from the airport, using Marty’s van to help move all your baggage, and showed you the place to get the best Chinese hot buns. Since you moved in before the season started, the two of you did some of the tourist-y stuff, like the Empire State building and Central Park, catching up on all the little details you’d missed in the thousand miles that had been between you. Weekly movie nights were reinstated and he left tickets for you to come to every home game.

“I’m here!” He called as he entered your apartment one week. He always insisted that movie nights should be at your place, even though your living room was significantly smaller than his and your apartment was out of the way for him.

From the couch, you waved to him. “Romantic comedy or romantic drama?”

He shrugged, and told you to choose whatever you wanted (like he did every week) but when you whined his name playfully, he picked romantic drama. Going with a classic, and one of your favourites, you selected Love Actually on Netflix. Mat brought you the bowl of popcorn you left on the kitchen island, before sitting beside you on the couch. He placed his phone face-down on the coffee table and moved closer to your side. You pressed play and your head drifted to his shoulder.

It was roughly halfway through the movie when Mat’s phone buzzed the first time. Your attention was drawn to the sound, but he didn’t seem to notice, even when it buzzed again after two minutes. You turned your attention back to the movie, his phone forgotten.

It got to the scene when Natalie and David are in the limousine when his phone buzzed again. And again. And again. It was almost constant buzzing and you caught Mat off guard when you paused the movie. You sat up, moving away from him a little, and waited patiently for him to check his notifications.

“What?” He asked.

“Oh my god, answer your phone!” He recoiled a little at the volume of your voice. “I’m sorry, but it’s buzzed like fifteen times, obviously it’s important."

He just shrugged. “Whatever it is, it can wait. I’m spending time with you."

“What if it’s your mom with some terrible news or something?” He stared at you for a moment before reaching for his device.

“Well, now you’ve made me paranoid,” He huffed, flipping his phone over to check the messages. Scrolling through them, he rolled his eyes. “It’s just Beau, he’s drunk.” He put his phone on ‘Do Not Disturb’ and placed it face-down again. Turning back to you, he asked. “Can we play it now? I want to know what happens to Hugh Grant."

A smile graced your face and you nodded, snuggling closer to him as you pressed play again. Mat’s hand delicately traced over your shoulder and his attention was solely on this time he got to spend with you.

two - physical touch

Since Mat had insisted you come to his home games, you’d come to know the team. Not very well, but you knew their faces and names and they knew yours. So it wasn’t all that much of a surprise to them when the two of you walked into the bar together after an Isles win.

You went to join the group while Mat ordered your first round of drinks. You slid into the booth with some of the better halves, while their boyfriends and husbands played a game of pool. They all greeted you, talked about how work is going, but Grace is the first to bring up your relationship with Mat.

“So you two are getting closer these days,” She teased, taking a sip of her drink.

“What do you mean?”

“He’s always touching you?” You looked down at your hands and shook your head, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks.

“Oh, that’s -that’s nothing. He’s been like that since we were kids, it doesn’t mean anything."

“Right now’s the first time since the game ended when your hand isn't in his,” Maggie, Tito’s girlfriend, commented.

“He was making sure I didn’t get lost in the crowd. It’s nothing.”

“You keep telling yourself that,” Grace hummed in agreement and took another sip of her drink. Their comments got the gears in your head spinning, your fingers involuntarily starting to twist together. When Mat came back, he slid your favourite drink in front of you. You gave him a smile, considering you didn’t tell him what you wanted and leaned into his touch.

He settled in beside you, letting his arm drape over your shoulder. When you continued to look at him, he placed his hand over yours and gave it a squeeze. Your eyes softened and before you know it, the boys return to the table and various conversations spur. Mat is talking to Beau over Wally’s head and Sydney is showing you new pictures of Winnie from across the table but no matter how the two of you stretch, Mat’s touch lingered on your body.

You started to leave to get another round, but Mat gripped your hand forcing you to turn back to look at him. His eyebrow quirked up, not in a judgmental way but in a way that left you giddy he was concerned why you were leaving. You gave him a smile, motioning to the bar and he nodded, letting your hand drop. You headed over to the bar and ordered your drink as well as another one of Mat’s.

An arm slung over your shoulders and for a moment you lean into it, thinking it was Mat. But then you felt the roughness of the skin and realized this person’s touch was nothing like Mat’s.

“Hey sweetheart, so nice of you to order my favourite drink.” You looked up to see someone much taller than you standing close enough you could smell the cheap cologne and cigarette smoke in his breath. You moved his hand off your shoulder and moved away from him, but like a moth to a flame he followed you.

“Don’t be like that, there’s no way you got both of those drinks for yourself.”

“It’s for my boyfriend.”

“Don’t be like that, sweetie.” The stranger moved closer to you again. “He doesn’t have to know.”

An arm fell over your shoulders again, and you stiffened but quickly relaxed as you felt his familiar - safe - warmth come over you. Your hand quickly came up to grasp his and he gave it another squeeze.

“Is there a problem here, babe?” Mat gave you one of his soft smiles, before glancing to the man, his eyes hardening. You turned to the stranger as well, making eye contact with him.

“No, he was just leaving.” The man clenched his jaw and left in a huff. When he was out of your sight, you quickly turned to him.

“Oh my god, thank you, I..I don’t know what I would’ve done,” You rushed out and you felt Mat’s thumb caress your hand in a soothing pattern.

“Don’t worry about it.” His voice was a little strained.

“No, I-I don’t know what I would’ve done, he was so much bigger than me and I tried to tell him no but he wouldn’t- he just kept bothering me-'' Your lungs started to strain as you hyperventilated, tears beginning to well in your eyes. He pulled both of your hands into his own, grounding you as you tried to calm down.

“I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, you know that." Your lungs stopped working momentarily at his comment but slowly nodded and he pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head. “Besides, did you see his face when you told him to leave? You rocked it.” A small chuckle escaped you at his comment and he pressed another kiss to the top of your head. He ducked down a little to meet your mostly dry eyes.

“How does an Office marathon and some cuddles sound right now?”

“That sounds like the best thing.” He cracked a smile and pulled your hand through the crowd to get a cab. You ignored the sparks that were travelling up your arm, only focusing on his hand in yours and the comfort his touch brought you.

three - gift giving

When you were younger, you wanted to become a baker. Open up your own cozy bakery in Vancouver and spend your days in the kitchen crafting delicious desserts, just like your grandmother did at home. You and Mat would spend hours talking about your dreams under the safety of blanket forts in the winter. He’d talk about his NHL superstar future, playing for his favourite team, even playing for Team Canada one day. You’d talk about the open concept kitchen and the stainless steel professional islands and the baby pink mixers you’d get. As you grew up, it became more of a fantasy than a dream, but you still had the skills from those days spending time in the kitchen.

Those skills came in especially handy for times when your writer’s block was at an all time high. If no words were flowing from your fingers, you’d put them to good use with stirring, kneading, or rolling. It wasn’t something you often shared with people, and obviously you’d forgotten to tell your best friend because when you’d brought over the containers of brownies and muffins to give to Mat to share with the team, his eyes widened like saucers. When he got past his shock (and excitement to have goodies in his apartment), he’d noticed the blisters forming on your fingers from overworking them. You’d brushed him off, saying they’d heal in a jiffy. He frowned, but seemed to buy your answer and thanked you for the baked goods.

When your birthday started to approach, you made it clear to Mat that you wanted nothing extravagant. He’d always had a tendency to overdo it and with this being your first birthday in the Big Apple, you were worried he’d really overdo it. You could still feel the effects from your 19th birthday party Mat threw for you. He’d flown up from Seattle for the weekend and made sure you had a great time. It would’ve been really sweet if you could remember half of it. You do remember the morning after though. He relentlessly teased you for how you handled your alcohol but spent the rest of the day hanging out with you, giving you ibuprofen every 4 hours until your hangover went away.

But now that you were older, you couldn’t handle anything that crazy again. Your girlfriends had planned something separate but it conflicted with Mat’s schedule so you insisted on a relaxing night in, maybe some face masks and mimosas.

“What is that?” You asked, choking a little on your drink as he walked in with a box half of his size.

“Happy birthday!” He placed the messily wrapped box on your coffee table, making a loud thud sound. You continued to stare at the size of the box until he encouraged you to open it. You took your time, meticulously tearing the paper as if not to wreck whatever this extravagant gift was.

When all of the wrapping was off, your breath hitched in your throat. It was a state-of-the-art stand mixer, just one you saw in every show home, every cooking show, the exact same one you dreamed about when you were little. It was even the same shade of baby pink you’d envisioned.

“This way you won’t have to get blisters every time you need to stress bake. And it’s like the one you dreamed about when we were kids, remember? You and your bakery and me and the Flames?” You couldn’t take your eyes off of it. You’d dreamed about a machine like this since you were old enough to believe in Santa Claus.

“You remember that?” The side smile he gave you sent butterflies to your stomach. It must’ve been over ten years since you’d talked about that dream. But you came back to reality and quickly shook your head, dispelling those giddy feelings. “I can’t accept this, it’s too much.”

“It’s not though.”

“Yes! It is. I know how much one of these costs.”

He simply stared back at you. “So?”

“Mathew…”

“Don’t say my name like that,” He whined, coming over to you. “What good is an NHL salary if I can’t use it on the people.. on the people I love?” Your heart started beating faster when he said that word but you had to remind yourself that this was your best friend, the person you’d grown up with. Of course he loved you. But he only meant it the way he’d always meant it - platonically.

“Thank you.” The corners of his eyes crinkled from his smile and you gave him a long hug, his hands pressing you close to his chest. You thought you heard his heart beating faster than usual, but waved it off as your own nerves acting up.

four - acts of service

The Islanders’ two week West Coast roadie finally came and even though you’d miss him like always, you didn’t mind the physical distance between you and your best friend.

Maybe best friend wasn’t the correct word considering the more-than-friend feelings you were developing for him.

A ringing coming from your phone interrupted your thoughts and upon seeing Mat’s contact photo pop up, you immediately answered it. You kept the phone balanced under your ear as you continued to answer some emails.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” His voice is breathy. “How’s it going?”

“Good,” You said hesitantly, hearing his tone. Glancing at the clock, you realize that this isn’t when Mat usually phones, even with the time difference. “Rant or distraction?”

You heard him sigh before letting out a small chuckle. “How’d you know?”

“Because I know you, Maty. Now, do you want to rant or do you need to be distracted?”

“Do you have the time for that?”

“I always have time for you.” He paused at your words, and even though you couldn’t see it, he shook his head a little trying to suppress the smile you put on his face.

“Well, then distracted please.”

“Uh, okay, let’s see. Maggie invited me to lunch tomorrow so that’ll be fun. We’re going to that coffee shop, the one you brought me breakfast from last week when I overslept? She hasn’t been yet, so I suggested it and I hope she likes it. Oh! Last night I finished my outline for chapter 23 of my new book, which I really have to get started on because according to my schedule I’m already a chapter behind since my writer’s block was an ass last week. And my agent wants to talk about the next book on Thursday but since I haven’t finished this one, I don’t know what to say because you know that sometimes I get new ideas while writing, so it might be a mess. I’ll live, I get to paid to write, so I’ll just spend the next couple days writing until I pass out.”

“Don’t do that,” He chided. You could practically see the eye roll through the phone. “Make sure you eat between now and Thursday-”

“Yes, Mom,” You joked, but when you heard him sigh on the other end, you added that you would. The two of you talked for a few more minutes before he hung up to go to the arena.

A few days later, your conversation with Mat was long forgotten. Inspiration for your newest chapter struck in the middle of the night and the words had been flowing from your fingers ever since. There were half-empty mugs of cold coffee scattered and pages with snippets of paragraphs spewed all over the place.

A sharp knock at your door broke your trance and when you stood up, your joints hurt after being in the same position for so long. Using your peephole, you realized that no one was waiting at your door, only a small paper brown bag with a white piece of that looked like a receipt attached. You opened your door narrowly, so your neighbor didn’t have to see your ancient sweatpants and the too large shirt that said Barzal on the back. The name on the bag was your full name, and there was even a note that it was paid for. In the comments section of the receipt, you noticed only a simple note: From Mat <3

You immediately rushed to find your phone, only then realizing that you’d missed his afternoon game because you were so wrapped up in your writing. His number was favourited on FaceTime and he picked up after only one ring.

“Hey.”

“Hey? What is this?” You held up the bag to be in the frame. His eyes lit up.

“Oh, sweet, you got it!”

“It? What even is this?” You started to take the contents of the bag and a warm aroma of comfort food filled your room. “Italian?” Your face must have shifted because you Mat was quick to reassure you what it was.

“Authentic Italian!” He said proudly. “It’s from that restaurant on 178th Street, the one you told me had the only good pasta in the area.” Your eyes softened. That same restaurant didn’t do takeout orders, much less deliveries.

“You didn’t have to do all this for me.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“Well, still. This means a lot Maty.” You took a bite and tried to suppress the moan that you made. “How’d you know?”

He shrugged. “You stopped answering my texts so I figured you were in your zone, which meant you definitely weren’t making yourself a meal.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at his assumption and you changed the subject, talking about his game since you missed it, how the trip has been, if he was tired of sharing a room with Beau yet (which he didn’t answer much to your amusement). He’d asked about how you were coming along with your newest chapter and plans for when he got back.

Eventually, he hung up the phone, letting you get back to work now that he knew you had some food. He looked up from his phone, glancing over at Beau who gave him a knowing look. When Mat’s face scrunched in confusion, his best friend scoffed. “You’re not even dating them yet, tu es désespéré.” to which a pillow was thrown at him.

five - words of affirmation

All it took was one single piece of paper to send you spiraling.

A simple wedding RSVP for Mason and Mac, friends you’d grown up with in Vancouver, which was the funny part. Mason accompanied you to the year six dance and Mac lived down the street from your house growing up. You’d known them individually as people, as wonderful people so deserving of happiness, and you’d seen them find that in each other. They were a perfect couple and had been since high school. Everyone knew they were going to get married; it was just a matter of when.

Guess now was the time. But the more you stared at the ivory invitation, the more it set in that this was how it was going to be. Always a bridesmaid, never the bride; that sort of thing. And this was only the start. After this, you’d have a mailbox full of invitations where you’d have to write ‘party for 1’ over and over again.

You weren’t going to find that person. Society puts so much pressure on finding that one, getting married, having a family. Not to mention the timeline that they press, that by 25 everyone has their life figured out. You weren’t anywhere close to adhering to that nonsense. It might be ridiculous but there was still some part of you that wondered if you were falling behind in life. The last relationship you’d had lasted five months and was over a year ago. You had no problem being single but the invitation had so painfully reminded you that you were alone.

You hadn’t even realized that you’d started to sob until Mat was in front of you, his eyes wide. His lips were moving as if they were saying something but between the sound of your sobs and the various voices screaming in your head, you couldn’t comprehend what he was trying to tell you. He noticed, surrounding you with his arms, holding you tight until your sobs started to subside and your breathing returned to normal.

“What’s going on? Talk to me,” he asked. He was crouched in front of you with his hands resting on your wrists, the light touch comforting you. Instead of answering him, you sniffled and reached for the RSVP, giving it to him. With one hand, he inspected it, his other hand staying on your arm.

“Isn’t this a good thing? They’ve been together since high school,”

“It’s not that,” You said, pointing to the bottom.

Please circle how many seats we should reserve in your place: 1 or 2

“I still don’t get it. Why are you crying?”

“Because! I-” Your voice cracked and you looked away from your best friend. Yow knew he wouldn’t let this go, not after seeing how much it affected you, but this was personal and intimate in a way you hadn’t been with him before. He would never understand; he’s funny and athletic and all the things any person would look for. He wasn’t like you. “I’m just never going to have that. Like, I have to circle 1 because I’m not seeing anyone but then I’m going to show up alone to a wedding where I’m going to be constantly reminded that I’m falling behind in life and I’m never going to have a love like theirs because no one is going to love me like that. My last serious relationship wasn’t even serious and it’s been more than a year since I’ve had anything more than a first date! I just don’t know if someone loving me is in my cards.”

“You don’t seriously believe that, do you?”

“No, I just made it up for a personal breakdown. Of course, I believe it," You snapped.

“You don’t have to get defensive, it’s just…that’s a bunch of bullshit. You’re not falling behind in life because you’re not in a relationship right now. You’re not. And I know there’s lots of people who go to weddings alone and also you’re wrong because you are incredible. Why wouldn't anyone want to love you? You create whole universes from scratch, you always know how to make me laugh, and you're the best person I know, and that says something because I've met Sidney Crosby." His comment forced a small laugh out of you and he lifted your chin up to met his eyes. "So many people love you. I..I love you.”

Your heart clenched at those words and you looked down at your hands. You couldn’t look at him when he didn’t mean it in the way you so longed to hear. He’s said it platonically for years, and you wouldn’t get your hopes up every time he said it.

“Thanks Maty. I love you too,” You sniffled, looking back down at your hands. A moment passed and you heard him take a deep breath.

“No, I love you.”

Oh? Oh.

Your mind was racing a mile a minute at the idea that Mat could see everything in you that you saw in him. Your lips parted and you turned to see him with nerves written all over his face, something that looked out of place on your generally confident best friend. The longer you stared at him, memories and thoughts circling your brain, the more antsy he got in the silence.

“If you don’t feel the same, that’s-that’s fine, I just want you to be happy. It doesn’t have to be with me.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “You’re my best friend.”

“Like I said, it’s fine-” You placed your hand on his thigh and he stopped talking long enough for you to speak.

“You’ve been my best friend since we were little, I’m always happy when I’m with you.”

“You mean that..?”

“I love you too.” His eyes lit up and the corners of his mouth started to turn up.

“Yeah?” You nodded and he quickly brought you into his arms, his head nuzzling into the crook of your neck. A laugh escaped you and you felt him smile. He pulled away, his eyes staring into yours before finally leaning in. Your lips met and you easily melted into him. It was new and exciting, sparks travelling up and down your body but it was also familiar, like being back on the beach or snuggling up in your favourite chair. It was exactly like Mat had always been with you; a sense of comfort that brought new adventures. One of your hands found the back of his neck and pulled him closer to you as he continued to kiss you. When you both pulled away, he pressed his forehead to yours and you let out a small laugh.

“What took you so long?”

“What took me so long? I mean, I think it’s been pretty damn obvious,” He chuckled, pulling away from you to admire your skin in the lighting, the way your lips were swollen. “I tried showing you in like every love language because even after all these years, I still don’t know which one is yours but you still didn’t get it so.”

“Thanks for putting up with my obliviousness.” You brushed a stray hair that had fallen into his face and he gently grabbed your wrist, pressing a soft kiss to the inside before leaning into your touch.

“No one else I want to put up with.”

You brought him in for another kiss, and you soon found yourself in his lap, exchanging sweet nothings and deep, long overdue, kisses. Suddenly, he stopped, moving you out of his touch. He reached to his side and grabbed the forgotten invitation before going into the kitchen for something. He came back holding, triumphantly, a blue pen and brought you back into his embrace. He clicked the pen and circled ‘2’ and you pressed a kiss to his cheek, before leaning your head on his shoulder. There was no other person you’d want to attend any event with than the man who’d become your everything.

translation: tu es désespéré = you are hopeless

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Could you please write a Chris Evans imagine where the reader is an actress and has to shave her head or cut her hair short for a role and is worried that chris will no lomger be attracted to her anymore? And he reassures her that he loves her no matter what?

Oh damn, that's sweet. Lemme see what I can do. :)

My Girl

Pairing: Chris Evans x Actress!Reader

Warnings: fluff, self image issues, a lil anxiety, but it all works out in the end, mention of hair, 18+, MINORS DNI

A/N: This is such a cute request and I hope I have fulfilled it, atleast 50%, nonnie! Thanks for this wonderful request!! :) I personally, am conscious about my hair because it's reaaaallly curly and gets tangled really easily, but I still love it. So yeah, this reader kinda is me. 😅

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You groaned. It had been a week since you'd gotten your call sheet, and your fittings were tomorrow. The role was a juicy one, but the requirements were tough. You had to shave your hair, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. Your hair was your pride and joy, and you took impeccable care of it. They were everyone's envy, and self admittedly one of the few things about yourself that you were really proud of.

Maybe you should just GI Jane it. Demi looked hot, and so would you. Wouldn't you?

Sighing, you remembered all those times Chris's fingers would be buried in your thick mane, kissing you senseless, or to slow you down when you would make him feel good. He was obsessed with your hair and the feel of it between his fingers, he made sure he would tell you every time.

You dropped the razor quickly, as though it might burn you. If it weren't for the damned contract, you would've walked away. Why did you listen to your team? You groaned, getting up. You needed to go for a run, just to clear your mind. Many would think it stupid, that you were lamenting the loss of your hair, but it really was a big deal for you. You plugged in your earphones and took off, mind running mile a minute.

Panting, you take off your shoes as you make your way to your bathroom, earphones still blasting loud music. The loud tones of Arctic Monkeys drowned out Chris' voice as you began undressing, unaware of his presence.

You turned around absent-mindedly and screamed, only to see him giggle at your horror.

"You IDIOT, I NEARLY DIED OF A HEART ATTACK!" you screamed, your heart hammering away in your ribcage. The man and his childish pranks would be the death of you someday, you were sure of it.

"Sorry, baby, but you were blasting music; I was fully well having a conversation with you but you didn't hear me!"

"Sorry, sorry, I guess that's on me." You grumbled, half heartedly.

"What were you saying?"

"I was asking you why you kept the razor on the counter. Were you gonna give Dodger a shave?"

"Uh, yeah, sure." You muttered. He did not need to know about your anxiety, and you were pretty sure he would laugh at you.

"Hey, is everything ok?"

"Yeah, of course." You murmured, trying to look preoccupied. You were sure that if he looked into your eyes, you would melt.

He walked to you, nudging your chin upwards. "Talk to me, baby. Is something wrong?"

You hesitated. Would he understand?

"I...There's a prerequisite for my new role. I...kinda have to...shave my hair off. Like all of it."

He raised his eyebrows. "And?"

"And?"

"What are you worried about, then?"

You arched an eyebrow. "Exactly that."

"Exactly what?" He said, a bit cluelessly.

"Jesus Christ, Christopher. You're so obtuse sometimes." You huffed, walking off.

"What did I do now?"

You rubbed a hand over your face. Him not understanding was everything you were afraid of, and here he was doing the same thing.

"My hair is very important to me. You can say that it's one of the few things I actually love about myself, about my...looks. And I know that it sounds stupid, and that it's just "hair", but it really means a lot to me. I'm afraid that if I shave my hair, I'll lose the one thing I love the most: you."

"Me? What?!"

"Yeah, you might find me...I dunno...weird to look at or something. You could leave me." You whispered, your voice suddenly cracking. You didn't even consider the possibility of him leaving.

"Sweetheart, look at me. Please."

You met his gaze, dubiously. His blue eyes brimmed with love and sincerity; soft and filled with unspoken emotion.

"You are the most gorgeous person I've ever met, on the inside and outside. I love every part of you, and will always do so. While I do love your hair, it isn't the only part of you I like. I'm not with you because of your hair, I'm with you because of your kind heart and your great personality."

Circling his arms around your waist, he urged you closer, resting your head on his chest. You wound your arms tightly around him, squeezing your eyes shut.

"You are not defined by your physical attributes, honey. They're a part of you. And you're gonna kill me for saying this, but it's hair. It grows back. So many actors have shaved their hair for roles. And you know what? I know you'll look spectacular and kill it on the screen, like you always do."

Dropping a soft kiss on your forehead, he whispered, "We're in it for the long haul, babe. Looks are not gonna get in the way of what we have. You were, are, and always will be the most beautiful woman to me."

"In the world?" You pouted.

He laughed. "Yes."

"In the Universe?"

"Yes."

"In the galaxy?"

He scratched his beard. "I dunno. There might be hotter aliens out there."

He chuckled as you swatted him. Goofball.

You both were in the bathroom, the razor whirring in your hand.

"Are you sure about this?" You asked, trepidation ripe in your voice.

"Yes. Solidarity, sister."

"Ugh. I love you, but please, never say that."

He chuckled as you ran the razor over his head, shaving off his wonderful locks. You loved his hair, and you were kinda sad to see it being shaved off. But he was right. It's hair. It grows back.

You marvelled at your handiwork. Chris with a buzzcut was...hot. And his spiky hair felt good too. Your core tightened as you imagined where else it would feel good.

"I know what you're thinking, babe. Let's get done with this, and we might indulge some of those thoughts."

You grinned. "You're too darn perceptive, babe. Might get you in trouble, you know?"

He cocked his head to the side. "Really? Lookin' forward to it, then."

"Ready?"

You took a deep breath and nodded. Locking eyes with him in the mirror, he winked at you before running the razor over your head.

Eeeeeep, not sure how this turned out. Hope everyone liked it. Please do leave a comment, and reblog, it really helps me out. Thanks!

-Lexi.

[sapphire-dreamsky]

What Lord Poseidon's Brothers Really Think About His Recent Marriage With Lady (Y/N)! Or When Brothers Lovingly Drag Their Brother As Revenge For His Attitude During All These Years!

Brought to you by OlympusTV, the only channel brave enough to face these temperamental gods and ask questions which no one dares to!

For today's hot topic, one brave soul will be asking the entourage of Poseidon how they feel about his recent marriage to Lady (Y/N)! Stay tune for our courageous Mr. Reporter!

On Mt. Olympus

Reporter who wants a scoop: Ah! Good morning Lord Zeus, what was your reactions when you heard that your older brother Poseidon got recently married?

Zeus: Hmmm? Who are you? I never saw you around? Oh no...Are you a new demi-god? If you are, can you say you are not my child? You see, I'm actually on good behaviour right now. I don't want Hera to scold me again!

Reporter: Ah, no I am a new reporter at OlympusTv who was tasked to ask the Gods related to Lord Poseidon how they feel about him finding a bride.

Zeus: Oh well! I must say, I'm actually pleasantly surprised by my older brother Poseidon. He had me scared for a good while there, you know? I thought he would marry the ground with how he stared at it so passionately everytime! Or better yet! I thought he would marry that Trident of his! I mean, who craddles their weapon like this?! Hahaha! But I'm glad that he actually managed to take his eyes off of the ground to actually look at a proper breathing being! Good job (Y/N)! Eeeeekkkkkk!

Reporter: We seem to have lost Lord Zeus after a wave coming out of nowhere crashed into him and carried him away to the bottom of the oceans. In the meantime, please follow us to the God of Conquest!

On the Ship of the God of Conquest Adamas

Adamas: What I think about Poseidon getting married? I don't really care. But I need to talk with my sister-in-law. I have to ask her how she managed to make him look at her in the eyes! But that damn Poseidon never lets me get close to her! I wonder how she did it. Hey, how do you think she did it?

Reporter: Well, she is his wife...he must love her?

Adamas: Love? The only time he has ever loved something was when he saw that clown fish when he was a child! I spent 5 years trying to make him look at me, but then this freaking clown fish appears and suddenly he goes heart eyes at iiiiittttttttt!!!

Reporter: It seems that we also lost Lord Adamas! The ground suddenly cracked open and he fell into the abyss...wait...aren't we on a ship?

Hermes flying in through the balcony: Mr. Reporter, your sponsor is advising you to immediately head to Helheim.

Reporter: Helheim?! Wait, I don't want to die!

Hermes: Don't worry Mr. Reporter, I will bring you there safe and sound. Hold on tight.

Reporter: But-But-But I'm not dead yet!

Hermes: I can assure you that you won't die now.

In Helheim in the Palace of Lord Hades

Hades: You want my reactions upon knowing that my emotionally constipated younger brother who started following me around for five years since he learned to walk, copying everything that I did and dressing up exactly like me, was finally able to get his eyes off his beloved ground to realise that there are more beautiful things in this world than the ground he walks on everyday?

Reporter who is trying to understand what Hades said quickly in one full sentence without taking a moment to breathe: Uh...yeah.

Hades: Amazed.

Reporter: I'm sorry?

Hades: I felt amazed. For one, that someone was willing to look past his horrible attitude. For two, that she could actually speak with him and didn't burst into tears after their first two word exchanges which were really just insults from Poseidon. And I would know since I was present that time! I am just amazed by her ability to stand him really.

Reporter: Seems like Lord Poseidon is a lot of work...

Hades: Nah. He likes to behave in a haughty manner but he is a secret softie. He used to sleep with this stuff tortoise plush toy every night as a kid. Rhea and I had sewn this plush toy for him before his birth so that he could have something to hold on to when he sleeps. He still has it somewhere in his drawer or something. I saw it last time I crashed at his place.

Reporter: Oh? He has a plush toy? That is unexpected.

Hades waving his hand dismissively at the reporter while resuming his reading on a new case file for the administration of a new soul in Helheim: Eh. If that is all. I got to resume reading this. See you later.

Reporter: Ah, thank you so much for this interview, Lord Hades!

Hades: Don't thank me yet.

Reporter: This is all for today's video! We hope that you enjoyed having this new insight on the fearful god of the sea, Poseidon! Stay tune for more if you want to know more about the gods of Olympus at our channel, OlympusTV! Leave your burning questions in the comments down below, and who knows, maybe we will ask your questions in our next interview with the gods next week for some more juicy gossip! Thank you, again to our sponsor who wished to stay anonymous for their own safety, who protected us during the duration of this interview! We wish you a happy weekend!

Reporter: Whew! That was a close call this time!

Hermes: Indeed, you might have ended up at Helheim for good this time. You might want to avoid topics with Lord Poseidon for some time now.

Reporter: The next Olympian is Lord Ares according to the schedule.

Hermes: That will be easier than this week's hot topic. You can do this on your own.

Reporter: Wait, but have you seen Ares?! He is three times my height!

Hermes: You can do it! Good luck, Mr. Reporter!

[grooveydrew]

I made a post a while back on my version of Billy Lenz from 1974, but i wany to do a comparison of his 2006 version which I also really like.

Also, slight NSFW warning mostly with the rat

1974

Our special Lil rat, has the literal energy and attention span of an 8 year old with insane ADHD. but don't let his short attention span fool you, he remembers things he shouldn't. He can't remember the important thing you told him to remember but he will remember your darkest dirties secrets. He remembers every little detail, he blackmails you with this information. He also loves when he discovers new kinks ylu didn't even know you had. This man is down for literally anything so don't be worried about scaring him off with your weird Fetishs. Billy has a tendency to mix his words, he also likes to make new words or even speak pure gibberish when he's just so excited. He go from a whole sentence to a keyboard smadh with in seconds. Hes a brat, and he's an asshole. Don't expect him to be nice at first. He's a bully and will tease you. But when you show him he has no power over you he's practically a little kid just wanting attention. He will meow till you give him it. Yes, literal meows. Billy is LOUD during sex,if he'd he'd top he will whimper from tge feeling of being inside of you, each thrust makes me moan as if he was bottom. He practically melts inside of you, bottom Billy is even louder, the feeling if gis hole being used for such dirty things sends him fucking feral. He's a screaming whore. Either way after sex you'll have a splitting headache, ringing ears, and a passed out Billy, he doesn't usually sleep so take advantage of it. He's very cold, like it scares you how fucking freezing this man's skin is, it's like he feels like a dead bosy in a morgue. So when he sleeps you usually have to make sure he's still alive. He wakes up way to damn early and is LOUD af. You have to drag this man to the bath or bribe him to take a shower. He uses all your shampoo and conditioner because he wants to smell like you♥︎ he also uses your perfume / cologne.

2006

2006 Billy, will be referred to as Lenz, because It's easier for my dumb little brain to comprehend. Lenz is like a grumpy 4 year old who does nothing but fucking sleep. He has a good intention span and is surprisingly smart, years in the attic had one good quality because he spent it reading. I imagine since his mom did occasionally pop in the attic I assume since somehow he was fucking eating, she probably gave him books and shit expecting him to Hate it cause kids hate reading but he actually enjoyed it. He's not dominant so don't expect much I get pure bottom energy from this man, also he's demi. He only has sexual attraction to one person and that would be you. It takes a long time to get him on board with the thought of sex so be patient with him, hes still not over his trauma. He will judge you no matter what hes so fucking judgmental. He gives you you stare.. Unlike Billy, Lenz is a lot more quiet in bed and in general. Since I'm pretty sure he wasn't making any of the calls in this movie I picture him being more to himself and only speaking occasionallythough he does speak more the more he gets to know you and the more you break his shell, when he does speak he's rather quiet and has alot of anger in his voice. Lenz likes to bake so expect to wake up to the delicious scent of cookies. He wakes up pretty early to but kinda also sleeps all day. He's very hot and sweaty and needs to take a bath every night because he gets stinky and greasy quickly. He expects a rubber ducky in the bath he will not bathe unless there is one. He also wants Bubbles. He only takes baths and wants you to bathe him. You bought him baby shampoo and all that because his skin is sensitive and very dry, you trick him into drinking water instead of so much milk.