#I can’t help it :( she the only girlie bestie that I have left

[decease-soul]

my bestie seems like she doesn’t want to talk to me :(

[lewisvinga]

MY man | carlos sainz x fem! reader

summary; nobody knew that carlos was in a relationship until a rumor came about of him dating y/n’s best friend. so she decided enough was enough and finally revealed their relationship, with an extra announcement

fc; dolly zhang

warnings; ?

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1

note; requested ! carlos last message should say days instead of hours lol, i forgot abt the timeline 😭😭

masterlist !

liked by yourusername, landonorris, and others !

carlossainz55: te quiero, mi vida ❤️ [i love you, my life] 6 years together and a lifetime of you by my side !

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: carlos🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

yourusername: i love you so much🩷 can’t wait to be mrs. sainz 🫶

carlossainz55: oh trust me, i’m already counting down the days !

username: OH WHAT

username: 6 YEARSSSS??

username: so he isn’t dating y/b/f and is engaged to someone else ??

yourbestfriend: yup! i just helped him pick out a couple of extra gifts for her 😁😁 he was nervous af😭

carlossainz55: my fiancée has very particular taste 😌

yourusername: thank you for my new cartier watch and lady dior to match my engagement ring 🥹🥹🤭🤭

username:she’s gorgeous waittt😍😍😍

username: carlos can u fight ??

username: tbh he looked rlly cute w the other girl ://

username: omg i thought i was the only one !

landonorris: happy for u guys or whatever but do u still have left over food?? y/n’s cooking is phenomenal

yourusername: unfortunately there is not, but i promise to cook for u next time i visit 🥹

carlossainz55: u don’t deserve her cooking.

charles_leclerc: congratulations, mate! about time 😂 liked by carlossainz55 !

alexandrasaintmleux: omg 🥹congratulations! sososo happy for you guys 🫶🫶

yourusername: get ready for bridesmaid dresses 🤭

carlossainz55: we already started wedding planning if u can’t tell ( we need help w flowers ) 😁😁😁😁😁

alexandrasaintmleux: oh of course i’ll help 😌

username: 55 girlies we lost 💔

username: they’re cute asf but he looked good w y/b/f too😭😭

liked by charles_leclerc, maxverstappen1, and others !

carlossainz55: vacations with my fiancée☀️☀️

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: always spoiling me 🥹 tq👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 [ily]

carlossainz55: the best for my best girl , tq❤️

yourusername: that’s MY man btw. MY man. liked by carlossainz55 !

yourbestfriend: pls stop saying i look good w carlos guys he is gross and y/n punches me w every comment 🤕🤕🤕

carlossainz55: i’m not that bad cmon

yourusername: she just hates men ur so cool babe

username:omg she’s gorgeous

username: carlos won the lottery fr

username: the second picture i’m 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

username: she saw y’all’s comments and got jealous 😭😭she’s so me bc if i was dating carlos i’d make sure ppl know he’s my man

yourusername: exactly. MY fiancée

username: so true bestie

username: he got her not just a regular lady dior but a himalaya crocodile lady dior???😫😫😫😫

username: i’m so sick i love them sm already

maxverstappen1: when will u buy me a lady dior 😔😔😔

carlossainz55: you can buy yourself one

maxverstappen1: so can she !

carlossainz55: she’s my fiancée it’s different 🙄🙄🙄🙄

maxverstappen1: i was there first 😒😒

username: 😍😍😍

username: ferrari rlly has the best wags

username: my parents already, i love them 🥹

yourusername uploaded to their story !

[ caption 1; MY man🤭 ] [ caption 2; 🤍🤍 ]

[oh-saints]

bestie do we still get kt x singer reader?!🥲i need it after the anti-kt disappointment

for you, fellow KT bestie (does it rhyme???) who's been deprived of our lovely viking for far too long, i'd give it to youuu

change

being a female singer-songwriter in a very saturated industry, you work hard to get where you are now. but kieran works harder until he can call you his.

kieran tierney x singer!reader

word count: 2.0k

note: i gotta be honest... i tried so hard not to entertain this ask because my request's closed and i have so many left i haven't worked on yet, but an idea popped in my mind that i had to write it down. and in the light of us fellow KT girlies not being granted his appearance by mikel, which coincided with my bday week this time around, here it is! but as usual, i happen to write this at dawn so not beta-read yet.

the song included in this work is this.

“A record I must say,” Lauren, your agent, walked into your studio alongside your publicist with a cup of tea—dajeerling and brewing hot, no less, just the way you like it. “A birdie told me you haven’t pulled out all-nighter lately and chose to clock in early instead.”

“Morning to you, too, Lauren,” You pushed back your chair, straying away your eyes from the lined-up monitors on your work station. “Now, what’s wrong in being early?”

“As far as I can recall, you love your bed so much that you always try to spend your time there until it’s really time to go,” Lauren put your cup and your smoked-beef sandwich on the table standing in the middle of the room. “Am I right?”

You could only laugh at your agent’s long-standing experience of the countless times she had to drag you out of your bed so you could make it in time for radio promotions. She even went as far as preventing you from touching the bed when you were due for a red carpet, afraid you’d pass out and she had to extort physical means to get you wake up.

In your defence, you couldn’t help it. Inspirations come to you at unexpected times, and mostly they keep you up during the time when everybody’s asleep because you can’t not make something out of it while it lasts. They are what keep you afloat in this make-it-or-break-it industry, the root of your endless hits after hits, and precisely why your agent—although groaning while doing so—would still shake the sleep from your entire being relentlessly.

However, you couldn’t deny your agent’s astute observation that you had, indeed, been gracing your studio in normal time zone. Something that wasn’t exactly unheard of but definitely something that was missing from a gazillion years ago.

In fact, deep down, you actually surrendered yourself to the fact attack launched by Lauren because you were changing, for good. No longer were the days of grabbing instant meal kits, nights of recording and takeouts. And you have every reason to.

While the smoke of brewing hot tea was usually something you look forward to get your body and soul intact for the rest of the day, lately there had been another angelic sight freely occupying the other side of your bed—a sight you look forward to see the first thing in the morning, as soon as you open your eyes to the bright, blinding sun. Yet, you could swear the sight was even mesmerising than the sun itself.

The calm personified in Kieran Tierney when he was sleeping was something else. Eyes shut perfectly in a dome shape and eyelashes tickling his prominent cheekbones—it was a scenery you would definitely choose over the leather four walls of your studio.

Kieran when awake was already bedazzling as it is, but when you take away all the determination and worries, he simply looks like an innocent child sleeping, with those thin lips left agape and soft snores coming out in tune melodically with the chirping bird outside.

For that particular private viewing alone, if it meant you had to do patchworks to your usual unusual routine, you would gladly do it in a heartbeat. You’d enjoy the bonus of 5 extra minute to run the pads of your fingers along the lines of his facial structure, grazing inch and every bit of the strong features you’ve come to love the past months, tracing every crook and nook until nothing else left untouched.

You like to touch the end of his hairline and the beginning of his skin, creasing out the contracted muscle at your initial touch, down to his thick brows, the long eyelashes, protruding cheek bones and jaw lines, the apple chin… and your favourite of them all; the thin but healthily pink lips that always pouts in default but would turn into a megawatt smile whenever around you. It’d become your favourite ever since you noticed that particular perk only you had the privilege to own.

Your hands would draw back to the tip of his pointy nose, a feature he inherited from his patrilineal genetics, and he would scrunch the muzzle softly as if he was about to sniff before gaining consciousness slowly but surely. You’d come to realise it was marked by his 3-times blink before he groaned a sleepy, groggy good morning as he took in his surroundings.

And you’d laugh when he attempted to pull you into another tight cuddle, prolonging your lazing time on the bed by leaving pecks on the crown of your head, as if he didn’t have somewhere to go every morning without fail.

As much as you’d come to terms with the fact that you know now your way of dying—should you be able to choose—is to be engulfed in Kieran’s arms, basked in his signature mixture of natural odour and his favourite perfume, until you run out of breaths, Kieran’s athletic routine was the reason why you had to get up the same time as your boyfriend.

Because who could fall asleep again when you got to gawk on your shirtless boyfriend walking around your bedroom like he owned the place?

Certainly not you, not when the adrenaline was too high on certain times and all you had to focus was not to tackle your boyfriend in the bathroom so that you could have sex. He has a job to keep, and you have fans waiting for your next creation. So you channelled your overflowing energy into coming into the studio early—it wouldn’t be a surprise to anyone, really, if you exposed yourself that your next album would be solely inspired by your “burly yet soft like a teddy bear” lover.

If 5 years ago someone said to you that you’d undergo all these drastic changes, you’d laugh at their face. Your old self wouldn’t have approved of your decision on letting Kieran in to your life so fast in the first place.

Old you, who didn’t think of anything else but your budding career.

Old you, who was so afraid to lose whatever you had because of a stupid move, like your fellow musicians went wrong.

Old you, who thought you had too much at stake to think of something outside the music and your fans.

Old you, who learnt from your last ex-boyfriend that you had to fight your way up on your own.

“How’s the album going?” Lauren started off again, now her notes and iPad sprawled all over the table, and you took the hint to get serious. “Is there any samples we can hear of?”

“I do—”

And that was when you realise your phone—your other phone, to be exact; the one you bought for its music features so you could rest assured to keep your creative outlet as positive as possible—was nowhere to be found. Your morning commute only includes the likes of your house or Kieran’s house and work lately, so you’ve got no choice but to call your boyfriend.

“What’s up, babe?”

Kieran had made it a habit of his to rotate any pet name he could probably think of to call you. On any other circumstances, you would usually curl your fingers when someone called you by a sweet moniker of their choice—heck, your last ex fling even complained about your disdain to them. But rather than disgust this time, it was more at the weird sensation vibrating through your entire body that you found yourself rather liking them.

In fact, you had to give Kieran a big kudos for making the transition in their relationship relatively natural. While a lot of things escalated very quickly in your respective lives, it somehow felt like it just fell into their deserving place instead.

Kieran really meant it when he vowed he would prove her fears wrong, exactly the night when you decided to let him into your life.

“I left my other phone at home, can you bring them to my studio?”

“Sure thing, love,” And Lauren had to hold back her squeals when she noticed your blushing cheeks. “See you in a bit.”

Turned out, it wasn’t merely a bit to the Scotsman. How could he not be stunned when you pulled the rug from under his feet?

He was only supposed to call your other phone in order for him to bring the device to you, but as soon as he heard intently and closely to the caller ring you’ve put for him, he was rendered speechless.

The very reason why your relationship with Kieran took off on a very long slow burn into what they were now was because you were initially very averse at the idea of romantically involved with anyone. Not after what your ex had done to you, and Kieran went into diving fully realising and acknowledging the part. He’d come to embrace your flaws and your imperfections, no matter how much you hate them, because it’s what made you… you. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Including your lack of verbal affection.

The irony, Kieran would laugh at the revelation, but it didn’t matter in his opinion because it didn’t particularly equal to not meaning you love for him. You crumbling down the longstanding Berlin Wall between them was enough of a proof that you felt the same way as him.

He had before long accepted the idea that you were not fond of grandiose gestures from your significant other, nor did you like doing so to your partner. You belonged rather to the kind of people who liked spending time closely with their respective partner, be it candle-lit dinner in the iconic Aviary or be on the phone call with him for hours when he was on an away match–didn’t matter for you, really.

You preferred to express her affection into a set of discreet actions; you could be found constantly holding his hand whenever you had the chance, playing with his hair, juggling between touching the side of his face and feeling the growing stubbles on his jaw.

When he was on an away game, you would send an Uber Eats for him and whoever his roommate at that time, a little supportive note from you would be slipped in the packaging with a help of the deliveryman. Now, being Kieran’s roommate was a spot worth fighting for amongst his teammates. And recently, you let Kieran stay over in your flat every now and then.

The action spoke more than volume, per Kieran’s standard of your love for him. It might not be much, but for Kieran, it meant no more walls, no more hesitation.

So when his ears picked up the lyrics of the caller ring, Kieran was left breathless. It was a crude song, not yet mastered, so he knew it was something she only recently produced, but it was what made the effect booming throughout his body became 10 times shuddering.

I remember like it was yesterday

First kiss and I knew you changed the game

You have me, exactly, well you want it,

And I'm on it

And I ain't ever gonna let you get away

Holdin' hands never made me feel this way

So special, boy it's your, it's your smile

We so in love

You had never been fluent in articulating her feeling into words of either written or spoken form, at least to Kieran’s face, but this song–it pretty much contained every description of what you felt towards him, practically a song to profess your love to him in a very discreet way.

You are my baby love, my baby love

You make the sun come up (Oh boy, oh boy)

You're my every, everything that I could ever dream of

You are my baby love, my baby love

You make the sun come up (Oh boy, oh boy)

You're my every, every, every, everything

Been a minute and we still holding it down

Butterflies every time you come around

You make me, so crazy

It's crazy, oh baby

And I don't ever wanna be with no one else

You're the only one that ever made me melt

You're special, boy it's your, your style

We so in love

Kieran’s heart was galloping so fast it could outmatch any stallion in their prime. He could actually feel the depths of your unspoken love and affection towards him from the song, from your voice alone, despite the still-lacking quality of the product. But god damn…

If this was the aftereffect of being serenaded by you, in all of your glorious words about how you feel towards him, Kieran didn’t think he could survive another, should you make another song for him.

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 89

Free To Be You and Me

The weather is starting to get a little crazy like it did last weekend when my power was threatening to go out, so noon is the perfect time to watch…will it kill my previously functioning executives? Probably

“Free To Be You and Me”

Plot Description: Not sure he trusts himself anymore, Sam gives up hunting. Meanwhile, Dean teams up with Castiel to find the Archangel Raphael

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: No one died

I could never be a Sam girlie but I will say I understand him in this moment. I can’t decide if he means “I won’t make the mistakes that cost me everyone I’ve loved again” or “I won’t be close enough to anyone ever again so the prospect of their death can’t be used against me. If I have no ties to anyone, no one can get hurt because of me”

Couldn’t he have just become the new Ash? Not that Ash is replaceable, he most certainly isn’t, but he could have gone with Ellen and Jo and been their research guy, their “i’ll figure out the omens so other hunters can go hunt” guy.

This montage of Dean hunting and Sam bartending…I hate seeing them apart

CAS STANDS SO. CLOSE. TO HIM. PLEEEEASE

“Me and Sam are taking separate vacations for a while” because he knows Sam WILL come back. 😭😭😭

Castiel, I love you so much, but this feels like a bad plan. You’re going to go find the ARCHANGEL who HAD ALREADY KILLED YOU ONCE and…and somehow trap and interrogate him? Babes, please

“I need your help because you’re the only one who will help me” should go in the canon of gut wrenching ship lines with the likes of “who did this to you?” and “I didn’t know where else to go”

And to have “whoa! whoa! Last time you zapped me some place, I didn’t poop for a week” follow it barely seconds later….*gestures grandly* Supernatural.

See? He can’t help but see the omens. I mean, they ARE all over the place because it IS the APOCALYPSE (how fortunate to be watching apocalyptic episodes on the 10th anniversary of the Mishapocalypse)

You didn’t teach him how to hold the fake FBI badge?? Bestie, what the fuck did you DO on the car ride there?? Not ONE lesson on how to be human? How to pass for an FBI agent?? Come on…

Ohhh. Oh Cas…oh no, Dean, where are you taking my precious angel on his last night on earth??

Those hunters aren’t coming back, are they??

Oh so Sam DID mean the “not forming any more ties to people” way while Dean is still fully expecting him back at some point. I hate this show (affectionate)

“This is a den of iniquity. I should not be here.” I love him.

Sometimes I hate the writers, and sometimes they send Cas to….I genuinely can’t tell what this location actually is (strip club but like high end? Brothel of dome type? I am VERY VERY ACE) and meet a woman doing sex work going by the name Chastity.

Aaaaaand the writers ruined it again…ooooo women in sex work having daddy issues. It’s cliche af

This girl doesn’t know Sam broke the last seal that kickstarted the apocalypse

Dean…stop antagonizing the archangel. Just because he don’t kill you because you’re Michael’s vessel

Yeah……I knew at least one of those hunters was gonna eat it. Gruesomely.

“You remember the 20th century. You think the 21st is going any better?” Raph’s got a point from where I’m sitting in 2023

Is there ANYONE ON THIS SHOW WHO DOESNT HAVE DADDY ISSUES? And yes. I AM talking about Raphael here

Bet Lindsey is regretting wanting to know Sam’s life story now…

Her little gasp! Like she’s never seen a bar fight! Girl, please!!

Dean continuing to call an archangel a ninja turtle is so funny

Ouch! “I’ve had more fun with you in the past 24 hours than I’ve had with Sam in years. And you’re not that much fun” Dean said a burn on both of you

The Deanificatiom of Touya/the Touyafication of Dean agenda continues…

Stop taking away Sam’s hope, dream/ghost Jess!!! Oh…you know, when I saw mark’s name in the credit but then there’s only like 2 minutes left. Yeah, that’s the devil talking, Sammy. Literally

And now we get the drop that Sam is Lucifer’s true vessel.

“Been On My Mind…”: I mean, Lindsey was throwing herself pretty hard at Sam, but he wasn’t biting. 7?

[bellafarella]

Fluff oh your jealous

Misc I think I just ripped my pants

Do your best bestie 😘

Thanks for prompting these bestie! <3

The sentences came from this post. This work has been added to my series: Shameless Sentence Prompts on AO3.

Fluff #5: “OH you’re jealous!”

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You're my best friend

Ever since they moved into their apartment, Ian’s been making friends with others who live in the same building as them. Whether it’s at the gym or at the pool, he even made one in the laundry room, Ian is collecting new friends. Mickey’s happy that his husband has found other people to spend time with. What he doesn’t really like is being forced to also hang out with these people. There are just some he does not want to have to fake being nice to. The couple he met when they first got there and Mickey had what Ian now calls the pool tantrum like he’s fucking six years old and was told he had to stop playing in the pool. Mickey doesn’t remember their names but they definitely don’t care that they don’t see Mickey and only hang out with Ian. There’s also the lesbian couple that live right above them that Mickey doesn’t like either. They’re so boring, unlike any lesbian couple he’s ever seen - which is only Debbie and whatever girl of the week she’s seeing. They like to debate a lot and Mickey just can’t deal with it.

Tonight though, they’re having over this gay couple who live a few doors down. Ian met one of them by the pool - shocker - and has been hanging out with them quite a bit. They also like to garden so they go to the market together a lot and do yoga and all that boujee ass shit Mickey hates doing but does because Ian asks him to. Now Ian’s got a friend to do that with so Mickey agreed to a double date or whatever the fuck this is so that he could meet his husband’s new friend and his husband. Ian hasn’t met the husband yet either but he’s heard a lot about him from his friend and has filled Mickey in. Well, Mickey’s only half listening.

There’s a knock on the door so Ian calls from the kitchen, “Mick, get that please!”

Mickey groans as he gets up, taking his beer with him and chugging down the rest as he goes, leaving the empty can on the table. He opens the door and sees two guys. “Hey,” he nods his head to them. “Uh, come in.” He steps aside, letting them both in before closing the door.

“You must be Mickey! I’m David,” the tall, darked haired man says. “I’m the one who keeps stealing your husband away,” he adds with a laugh.

“Nice to meet you,” he says because he doesn’t know what else to say and isn’t that what polite people do?

“And this is my husband, Patrick,” he says as he rubs the slightly shorter man’s broad shoulders. He has light brown hair that’s just starting to show is curly and he has these hazel eyes that look so soft.

Patrick smiles, offering his hand to Mickey. Mickey shakes it as Patrick says, “It’s nice to meet you, Mickey.”

“Yeah, you too,” he says, noticing how strong the man’s shake is.

Just then Ian comes out of the kitchen, no longer wearing that super girly apron Debbie bought them as a gag housewarming gift. He has a grin on as he makes his way over. “David!” he says walking over and hugging him. David squeezes back, eyes shutting, and his big hands rub at his back. He has four gold bands on his left hand. Fancy.

Ian gets introduced to Patrick and Mickey wanders off, taking his empty beer to the kitchen and tossing the can in the recycling. “Can I get anybody a drink?” he calls out.

“I brought a red!” David says as Mickey pokes his head out to look, seeing Patrick holding a bottle in his right hand. “Honey, go help Mickey,” he hears David tell his husband, again rubbing his shoulder. Patrick smiles at him, kisses his lips once before excusing himself and heading for the kitchen.

They nod at each other when he joins him in the kitchen. Mickey gets three glasses out for Patrick to pour them wine, as Mickey grabs another beer for himself. “Not a wine drinker?” Patrick asks, nodding to the can Mickey cracks open.

“Nah, not really,” he tells him.

“Me neither,” Patrick admits with a small chuckle.

Mickey opens the fridge and grabs another can. “Beer?” he asks him.

Patrick nods so he hands it to him. “Thanks,” Patrick says. He puts the can down, pours their husband’s a glass of wine and they each grab one and their own beers before rejoining.

David and Ian are already sitting on the sofa chatting and Ian throws his head back laughing. Mickey’s never seen Ian laugh like that in front of anyone but him and his family. He hands Ian the wine glass before sitting on the chair near him.

They do the obligatory small talk - how did you meet, how long have you been married, how long have you been together, what do you do for work. Stuff that they probably already know if Ian told David already but from their curious expressions and interest in their answers, it doesn’t seem like Ian’s gotten into much detail, not like they are now.

-

Ian made lasagna because apparently it’s Patrick’s favorite and always asks David to make it. It was really good. Ian and David go out on the balcony, leaving the screen door open only so that they could still hear them if need be. Mickey sits on the sofa with Patrick, scrolling through the channels. They both have fresh beers and Mickey finds a baseball game on so he puts that.

“You a fan?” Patrick asks, nodding to the screen.

Mickey shrugs. “Yeah, I mean I’ve never really kept up all that much. Didn’t really have a normal childhood but um, when Ian and I started dating or whatever, we used to sneak into games all the time. We were like seventeen - or well, I was, he was like fifteen or sixteen.”

Patrick has a soft smile on his face which reminds Mickey a lot of Ian, and that soft smile he gets sometimes when he looks at him. “That’s really sweet that you’ve been together for that long.”

“Had a lot of breakups and setbacks on the way,” Mickey tells him.

“But you’re here now.”

“Yeah,” Mickey smiles before rubbing at his mouth with his thumb. He clears his throat. “You a fan?”

“Oh huge fan. Used to play for my school’s team. Could have gone pro,” Patrick tells him.

“No shit,” Mickey says. “Why didn’t you?”

“Life,” he shrugs. “Responsibilities. Thoughts about what I should be instead of what I was.”

“I hear that,” Mickey says before knocking his can into Patrick’s.

-

Mickey likes Patrick. He’s not annoying. He likes sports but not obnoxiously so. He’s only come to terms with his sexuality late in life, something he can relate to. He likes math. He has a sense of humor. He likes beer. So far, this is one person in his building that he doesn’t hate.

Ian and David finally come back inside and Mickey’s laughing at Patrick’s reaction to a call made in the game. “Dude, you’re fuckin’ dramatic,” Mickey tells him.

“Pah!” Patrick makes an offended noise. “I definitely am not the dramatic one in my relationship.”

“Excuse me? What did I just walk into?” David asks, eyebrows drawn and mouth hard.

“Nothing,” Patrick tells him, pulling him down to him so he can kiss him on the lips.

David kisses him back and when he pulls away and stands back upright he says, “Mhm, sure.”

“What were you laughing about?” Ian asks as he sits in the chair next to Mickey, kicking at his foot lightly.

“Nothin’,” Mickey tells him and turns to wink at Patrick, making them both laugh and leaving their husbands confused.

“Okay, this isn’t fun for us,” David says, getting up. “More wine, Ian?”

“I’m gonna take a beer,” Ian says as he gets up, following David to the kitchen. They come back to join their husbands - Patrick now in the middle of the sofa in between David and Mickey, and Ian left to the chair next to Mickey’s side of the sofa.

Mickey finishes off his beer so he gets up, tosses it and grabs a new one before heading to their room to grab his smokes and lighter. “Either of you smoke?” he asks the new couple as he passes through the living room.

“No,” they both say.

Mickey shrugs. He’s about to light one when Ian says, “Let’s go outside for one, Mick,” getting up from his seat. “You guys don’t mind?”

“No, no, go for it,” David shoos them away so Ian and Mickey step outside on their balcony, closing the full door behind them so the smoke doesn’t go inside.

“Our fuckin’ house, could have let me smoke inside,” Mickey grumbles as he lights his smoke now, leaning against the railing and looking out over the pool.

“Would have been rude, Mick, they don’t smoke,” Ian sighs, coming next to him, close enough that their elbows are touching against the railing where they rest their arms.

“Whatever,” Mickey says through a lungful of smoke. “They’re cool,” he adds after a few quiet beats.

“Yeah?” Ian smiles, looking at his husband.

Mickey shrugs. “Yeah, I mean, Patrick is. I don’t know much about David,” he tells him.

“Ah,” Ian notes, nodding his head and turning back to face the pool again.

“What’s wrong?” Mickey asks after a minute.

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“Liar.”

“I’m not.”

“Are to. You got all quiet and you don’t usually unless you’re annoyed so just tell me what it is,” Mickey tells him. He knows Ian better than he knows himself most days.

“I don’t know - you just got like really chummy in there. I don’t know, it’s dumb,” Ian rushes to say.

“OH you’re jealous!” Mickey says, connecting the dots.

“What!?” Ian asks in that dramatic way he does. “Why would I be jealous? He’s married. We’re married.”

“You’re so jealous,” Mickey teases. He puts his cigarette out in the ashtray Ian bought so Mickey stops tossing cigarette butts out towards the pool and getting them in trouble.

“Mickey,” Ian warns.

“Are you jealous because I like him or because he likes me?”

“Both?” Ian asks with a small smile on his face.

“You’re an idiot,” Mickey laughs as Ian wraps his arms around Mickey’s shoulders and leans down, kissing him softly on the lips. Mickey holds onto Ian, pulling him in closer and sliding his tongue into his husbands mouth, showing him why he has no reason to be jealous.

There’s loud knocking on the door before it slides open. “Oh my God, we can totally leave if you two need to you know,” David says before he does some weird winking/blinking face.

Mickey knows he turns beet red, he can feel it. Ian laughs and tells David to fuck off for a second before turning back to Mickey. “Finishing this later,” he whispers. Ian winks at him before heading back inside. Mickey stays out there for another smoke, needing it after that.

-

Cuddled up and ready to pass the fuck out, Mickey lays on his back, naked, with Ian half on top of him. Mickey’s eyes are closed, waiting for sleep to come as he listens to Ian breathing, his soft, warm breath hitting his chest, and his gentle fingers tracing his name tattooed on Mickey’s chest.

“You asleep?” Ian whispers.

“Not yet,” he whispers back, turning his head slightly, Ian’s soft hair tickling his nose.

Ian lifts his head so that his chin is now digging into Mickey’s chest. He looks at him, barely any light illuminating his face, and says, “So you liked them right? Did we finally make couple friends that we can hang out with?”

Mickey chuckles softly, shaking Ian’s head since he’s still resting it on him. “They’re definitely better than anyone else you’ve made me meet but -”

Ian waits and when Mickey doesn’t continue he asks, “But what?”

Mickey sighs, shifting slightly. “I just don’t care about any of these people. I like when it’s just us.”

“Awww, Mick,” Ian coos, snuggling closer by shoving his face into his neck and kissing him all over.

“Okay, okay, okay, stop, Ian,” Mickey warns as he feels like he’s going to lose it soon, getting ticklish.

“That was so fuckin’ cute,” Ian says after he pulls back, giving Mickey some personal space.

“Not cute,” Mickey grumbles.

“You are. You want me all to yourself,” Ian says and even though Mickey can’t see it, he knows Ian has a huge fuckin’ grin on his face.

“Yeah so I actually like my husband and spending time with him, sue me,” Mickey says, making Ian laugh.

Ian tilts Mickey’s head towards him and kisses him softly. He only catches Mickey’s top lip but with some adjusting, they kiss sweetly and so filled with love. “I love you, Mickey. You’re my best friend and I love spending all my time with you,” he tells him softly.

“Okay well then I guess sometimes we can hang out with them again. Not every fuckin’ week though.”

“Deal,” Ian says before kissing his cheek loudly then getting back into position with his head on Mickey’s chest and fingers lightly tracing his tattoo.

Mickey holds him close, kissing the top of his head. “Night baby,” he whispers against his hair.

Ian kisses his chest, “Night baby.”

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A Sinister Sneaky Lila Prompt

(( So I was just thinking about the first meeting between Lila and Marinette and how our favorite spotted hero only learned about Lila being a bad person because her crush on Adrien made her freak out and immediately get suspicious of Lila and while Lila did end up being a bad person the fact that Marinette only figured it out because she had a jealous freak out always sat poorly with me so I thought up a different scenario one where Lila is more conniving and patient.))

What if Lila was a little more calm the first time we met her? What if instead of immediately showing up and spilling lies she initially goes with a much more subtle approach? Sure she still lie’s but she starts off with small things instead. But the biggest difference? She doesn't go after Adrien right away therefore Marinette’s first reaction isn't to freak out about another girl talking to Adrien but instead to greet the new girl and let her know she's the class president and maybe even warn her about Chloe the resident class bully?

Now I don’t think that even a subtle Lila would be ‘subtle’ so I imagine even on her first day her interest in Adrien is plain to see. But maybe instead of freaking out or trying to immediately claim the blonde she plays up the fact that she's a ‘fan’ of his and isn't he so gorgeous and friendly? And yeah of course Marinette doesn’t want competition but he's a freaking celebrity she can't really expect or demand other girls NOT to see how gorgeous and perfect he is! And maybe with Alya to encourage her bestie it turns into Marinette and Lila gushing together about how kind he is and his various photoshoots and from there Lila slips in a lie about having some modeling experience from her younger years? Because Lila doesn’t want enemy’s she wants ‘friends’ she wants Adrien and based on what she was able to glean from his social media accounts and her first meeting with the model he’s an absolute idiot who admires ladybug the heroin and is all about ‘friendship’ and ‘forgiveness’ so Lila needs to make herself look like the biggest sweetest everyday hero. 

A few days into Lila being at school she learns that while lots of girls in school like Adrien the only real competition is Marinette. A review of the baker girls social media shows she has quite a few connections of her own so Lila doesn’t want to risk cutting the girl off when she’s a potential source for fame. More so with how much attention Adrien gives the pigtailed brat Lila definitely does not want to risk being caught threatening or bullying the girl in any way. So Lila decides to try a different approach. Using her talent for lies Lila infiltrates the girl group at school, she gets on with Alya by encouraging ALL her theories and validating even her crazier ideas to try and unmask Ladybug, she gets on with Mylene by talking about how she was THE  actress at her old school and would love to give Mylene advice on her acting! Alix? Its all about how she’s not THAT much of a girly girl last summer she was at a survival camp! Rose is easy as pie and just as much of a bubblegum airhead and Juleka… Well Lila see’s no point in befriending her anyway! She’s just the weird quiet girl. 

Now with her way into the group guaranteed Lila can ‘help’ with operation Adrienette she pretends to think the pair are cute and she “respects” how Marinette is drawn to Adrien for his “kindness” the sheer amount of will it takes for Lila not to roll her eyes is staggering really. But its all worth it to learn about the plans to try and help Marinette confess to Adrien and Lila makes sure to ruin each and every single one. Well she TRIES… Admittedly her success rate is more like 70% the ones she ruins range from Marinette just tripping up literally to  the ‘pasta’ incident where Marinette wound up covered head to toe in delicious noodles and sauce. The ones she fails to ruin result in her grinding her teeth as Adrien and Marinette spend time together. But of course Lila isn’t just content to ruin as many ‘Adrienette’ moments as she can. No the real goal is to have Marinette give up on Adrien completely hopefully to the point of avoiding him then Lila can swoop in for the steal. In order to achieve this Lila makes sure to ‘comfort’ Marinette after every failed attempt when really shes just finding ways to tell Marinette how she failed and “oh you must have been sooo embarrassed when that pasta fell on you right in front of Adrien I have no idea HOW you’ll ever face him” the rest of the time? She’s reminding Marinette about the pressure on her how Adrien has to date someone who can match him in style, how whoever he dates will be under scrutiny from the media, how Gabriel might have certain expectations from whoever Adrien dates! Their just tiny comments, tiny nitpicks, tiny little doubts she sows into Marinette ruining her already fragile self esteem while no one's the wiser. 

Only what if someone does notice? Juleka who Lila never bothered to befriend thinking she was just another quiet weirdo notices the drop in Marinette’s esteem, how could she not? After all Marinette was always pulling her out of HER shell and now no one but her is noticing that Marinette is crawling into one of her own. And Juleka notices that its Lila’s doing, because Juleka is sneaky she see’s Lila cornering Marinette she hears the subtle jabs against the girls self esteem all disguised as ‘friendly concern’ she notes the way Marinette pulls away from Adrien with time how she discourages the girls from planning anything new after SO many attempts have left her bruised and ashamed. With Juleka on the case she starts trying to pick up the pieces of Marinette trying to rebuild her confidence and distance her from Lila until she can find some way to let the rest of the class know about how Lila has been ruining their class presidents self esteem in a way worse than anything Chloe ever did.

But how does the story end? Does Juleka unknowingly guide Marinette into the waiting arms of Luka? The calm guitarist eager to help out in rebuilding the girls now fractured self confidence? Does his calm presence and the lack of pressure and bad experience make Marinette’s heart flutter? Lila rejoices in her victory poised to take Adrien for herself but failing as the model now suddenly seems hung up on the baker even though he never noticed her before? Does Luka rise in stardom with Marinette at his side the two becoming a power couple no one saw coming? All while Lila looks on in jealousy because even though she’s won somehow shes lost? Does she reveal herself in a fit of rage because she WON  and she should be happy but Marinette ruined it by somehow scoring the bigger fish? Does Marinette cry at the lose of what she thought was a friend? Does Adrien kick himself for not noticing her earlier? Does Juleka secretly dance because her brother and her dear friend are madly in-love and absolutely adorable together? 

Or maybe its Adrien? Because despite all the pain and all the failures and embarrassment and ruined attempts at dates and confessions thanks to Lila’s meddling Adrien felt himself getting drawn to Marinette? Maybe even the failed attempts made him feel closer to her somehow because of how vulnerable and honest the girl is with him and how she picks herself up even when she falls. Does he remember her face red as a tomato unshed tears in her eyes her hair dripping with noodles and sauce and he questions why he didnt grab her hand and wipe her tears and do anything he could to make her smile? Does Lila rage when she realizes her failure does she Juleka catch her threatening and admitting all her misdeeds to Marinette in the bathroom later that day? Does Adrien protect Marinette fiercely and vow to replace every day that Lila ruined with a day full of his love and appreciation for her? Does Lila turn out to be wrong completely and every fear she instilled in Marinette crumbles away as the media embraces the couple completely, and Gabriel adopts the girl eager to grow her talents? 

Or maybe its someone else? Felix? Kagami? Chloe? An OC? Lila herself having accidentally fallen for the baker and now needing to redeem herself so she can earn the girls love because she was sneaky and conniving and a liar and she ruined Marinette and tore her from Adrien and regrets it?

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Clean | Peter Parker

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pairing: Peter Parker x reader

summary: while you guys are alone, you walk in on Peter and you want to help...

warnings: smut, language, fluff, etc.

word count: 2.6k+

a/n: sorry for any spelling and/or grammar errors!!

     You and Peter have always been best friends, as long as you could remember. May, or Aunt May, what you’ve grown accustomed to calling her, and your parents have been besties for years. She helped them when they first moved into the sweet little apartment in Queens.

Your parents had left for an anniversary vacation a few days after Aunt May had to go on a business trip. You live on the floor below Peter's, so you and him would always sneak over to each other's apartments when the adults were home. Now that they were gone, you and Peter were together practically 24/7.

     One night you entered the apartment through Peter's window, quickly doing your secret knocking pattern to let him know that you were there. He didn't answer, but you saw a light coming out from under the bathroom door, so you assumed he was just taking a shower. You walk from his room into the kitchen to grab some snacks, your sweatpants clinging to different places of your body loosely, your socks padding against the floor lightly as you adjust the strings of your sweatshirt. You head over to the fridge and pour yourself a glass of lemonade and then grab an apple from the fruit bowl. You sit down at one of the bar stools and pull out your phone, consuming the food slowly.

     Your peace was quickly disrupted when you heard what sounded to you, at first, like a pained groan coming from the bathroom. It was loud enough to be heard over the running water of the shower and the quiet music playing from your phone as you read through one of Aunt May's many interesting books.

     You went back to reading and snacking, assuming that the noise was probably just your imagination running wild in the quiet apartment.

But then you heard it again, this time followed by a quick, quiet whimper. You dismissed the sounds again, going back to the book. What was it about again? Oh, yes. Vampires... or was it werewolves? Maybe it was both.

     “Y/N…”

     Alright, that's it! That was your name, you knew it! You walk over to Peter's bathroom door, listening closely. You hear more moans and whimpers and calls of your name.

     You open the door slowly and carefully, the room filled with steam from the hot water cascading through the air in the shower.

     "Fuck, Y/N!” Peter groaned loudly, his hand wrapped tightly around his cock. His hand was moving painfully slow, stretching the skin back and forth. When he said your name, you could've sworn that he had seen you, but he didn’t seem to notice you standing by the door.

     You saw him start to speed up the movements of his hands, trying to look away from the sight of your lewd best friend masturbating to the thought of you in the shower, but not being able to bring your eyes away from him. He looked incredible; he hair wet and messy, falling over his forehead in small clumps, droplets of water dripping all over his body, your eyes landing on his torso where the water was getting caught in the divots of his soft skin.

     "Peter..." You say, trying to get his attention, not really knowing if you want to look at him in the eyes right now.

He says nothing at the mention of his name, he just groans louder.

     "Petey?" You say his name again, trying to get him to acknowledge you.

     "Fuck, Y/N! Say my name again. Yes, fuck!" He says, thinking that it's all in his imagination.

     "Peter!" You finally yell, surely getting his attention. His head snaps up to you, his eyes wide with fear and cheeks red with embarrassment.

     “Y/N! Oh, my god! What are you doing here?" He screams, covering his painfully hard cock with his hands after turning the water off.

     "Muh-muh-movie night. Remember?" You say, bringing Peter back to the conversation you both had earlier on the subway home. He realized that he wasn't even listening during that talk, he was just thinking about how he would get rid of this boner that had been straining in his pants for hours.

     "I-I... Shit!" Peter hissed, slapping himself across the forehead. "Juh-Just let me get dressed and I'll be out in a minute.”

     "'M sorry, Petey…” You close the door, walking into the kitchen and living room area, stifling giggles. You know that it's not supposed to be funny, and it's not, but you always laugh when something like this happens. Not that this specifically has ever happened before, but when you walk in on your other friends doing things with their partners, it's always a little funny.

     You go to the cupboard and grab a bag of popcorn and put it in the microwave. As you’re grabbing two sodas from the fridge, Peter comes out of his room, wearing light grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt. He sits down on the couch, turning the volume up on the television, not looking at you or speaking to you.

     You grab the popcorn which you had transferred into a bowl and take the drinks with you to the couch. You hand Peter a soda and he mutters a quick "Thanks." Before turning to look away from you again. You snuggle up in one of the many decorative throw blankets that Aunt May has. And soon, you fall asleep. You wake up with your head on Peter's right thigh, facing the t.v., your hand next to your face but up slightly. You feel around and your hand touches something hard.

     "Uhm, Y/N?” Peter asks, brushing your hair back behind your ear.

     "Yeah, Peter?" You reply, turning your head towards him.

     "I'm sorry about earlier. I just... I don't know. I was just horny and I had been hard all day and... movie night just slipped my mind. But that's not even the worst part! You walked in on me, ya know, saying your name and stuff. But, I-I..." Peter managed to stutter out, looking incredibly embarrassed. His face red and sweaty.

     "Peter... Are you still hard?" You say after sitting up, looking down at his sweatpants, your hand on his right thigh. You and Peter had always been close, and you two always talk about super personal stuff, but... this is the farthest it's ever gone. You both talk about masturbation and sex and all of that, but it's never gone to the point where you’ve walked in on him or he's walked in on you.

     "I-, uh. Well… yes?" He says, the answer being more of a question than a statement.

     "You know, Peter... I could... help." You say, looking up at him quizzically.

     "W-what?!" He answers, looking shocked, his mouth open a small bit and his eyes wide.

     "If you want me to, Peter. But, I definitely wouldn't mind helping you take care of your... big problem here." You say, looking at him dead in the eyes, excitement growing in you.

     "Ok..." Peter says, looking at you with lust filled eyes. "O-only if you want to... I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

     "Trust me, Peter... I'm perfectly comfortable."

     You lean over to him and kiss him. Softly at first, but with growing heat and want. After you leave his lips, your lips travel down his jawline and neck, sucking softly on the skin to give it light purple marks. A few moans and even a few girly sounding whimpers leave his throat involuntarily. You remove your lips for a second, taking off the thin, tight black t-shirt. You stare at his bare chest for a few seconds before going in for another kiss. You bite and kiss up and down his chest and lower stomach, carefully palming him through his bottoms. Your lips come down to the waistband of his sweatpants.

     "Have you ever done this before? You're really, really good at it." Peter asks, looking down at you, a big, crazy grin on your face from wanting to do this for so long.

     "No, never. I just watch a lot of porn when I get bored. I'm a big virgin, Peter. You know this. And, last time I checked, you were too?" You ask, knowing that you’d be a little heart broken if he had done anything like this with another girl.

     "I-I haven't even kissed a girl before a few minutes ago, Y/N. But, fuck, I'm so glad that it's you that’s doing this." He says. You lift yourself off of the floor for a second, bringing your lips to his.

     You kiss back down his body until you’re at his waistband again. He lifts his hips up for a second so that you can take his pants off for him. His cock springs against his lower stomach, the tip leaking with precum. Your mouth starts to water at the sight of Peter fully naked for you. He looked big in the shower, but now that he's close to you, fuck! He's huge! You grasp the base of his cock, hearing him let out a little moan from the bare contact. As you’re on your knees again, you use your tongue to gather the precum that’s coming out of his rock-hard member. You take the head in your mouth and start sucking lightly, Peter moaning from above you. You remove your mouth and lick a stripe up his dick before taking as much of him as you can into your mouth, hearing him curse and groan above you. You use your left hand, that's on his right thigh, to stabilize yourself, using your other hand to pump the rest of his cock that you can't fit into your mouth. You bob your head up and down, Peter's hands coming into your hair to help you go at a faster, steadier pace. He makes a makeshift ponytail with his right hand, him helping you to bob your head even faster. You can feel his cock twitching in your throat, causing you to moan. You squeeze his balls lightly with your left hand, hearing him groan loudly. When your tongue dances on the tip of his cock, he whimpers softly in response, making him seem almost innocent in this heated moment.

     "Oh- Shit! Fuck! Y/N, I'm close-" He groans from above you, his head going back from the pleasure. "God, you look so beautiful with my dick in your mouth, baby."

     You double your speed and your efforts, wanting him to feel as much pleasure as possible. And, soon enough, his cock twitches in your mouth and you can feel his hot cum coating your throat. He moans loudly, so loud that you’re pretty sure your neighbors can hear. You take your mouth off of his cock with a satisfying 'pop'. He lays there for a second, his chest heaving and sweaty. He grabs a tissue from the tissue box on one of the end tables and is about to hand it to you until he realizes that you already swallowed all of the cum that just came out of him.

     "Oh, fuck." He mutters under his breath, kissing you deeply. He can taste himself on your tongue and, for some reason, that turns him on even more.

     "Fu- Peter!" You scream and giggle as he picks you up from the floor and switches your places, you now being on the couch and Peter being on the floor, his head in between your legs.

     You moaned lightly as Peter kissed you after moving up your body then started sucking on your neck, lifting your sweatshirt off and removing your bra. He stayed still for a moment, staring at your bare chest. His lips attached to your breasts, nipping and kissing at the soft skin.

     "Peter..." I breathed out when his tongue started to swirl around my nipples, making them hard as rocks.

     Peter kissed down your stomach, leaving a kiss right above the waistband of your sweatpants, causing a small whimper to leave your lips. You tell him quietly to do something, so he deftly unties the string of your bottoms, lifting your hips up so he can drag them down, moaning out loud at the fact that you don't have underwear on. You moan loudly when he unexpectedly licks a bold stripe up your heat.

     "You taste like fucking candy." He moans, dipping his head back to your throbbing pussy and taking another lick. You and Peter are both completely inexperienced with stuff like this, the both of you doing these things off of what you’ve seen in porn and on instinct, but you both seem like naturals.

     This time he drags a finger from your breasts all the way down to where you need him the most, his finger tracing your entrance. You groaned loudly as he pushed his finger inside of you, his tongue swirling around your clit. Your hips bucked sporadically from the intense feelings of pleasure that you were feeling, causing Peter to practically restrain you with his one of his forearms on your lower stomach, and, somehow, the pressure of his strong grasp caused you to moan louder.

     "Holy shit, Peter!" You moan out loudly. "I'm so close, don't stop!"

     After you say that, Peter doubles his efforts, his only goal right now is making you cum. After a few more pumps of his slender fingers and a few more laps of his tongue, your orgasm crashes over you in violent waves. You’re practically screaming as your legs close around Peter's head, one hand tightly in his brown curls and the other grasping a cushion of the couch behind you.

     After a few moments, you bring your head down so you can meet Peter's big, brown eyes. When you finally look at his face, you see the biggest smile spread across it.

     "That was incredible." He giggles, his tongue dancing across part of his chin to gather the rest of your cum.

     "Yeah... it was." You reply, your eyes closing, the tiredness finally sinking in.

     Peter got up off of the floor, joining you on the couch. He moves you so that you’re cuddled up against his chest, pulling a throw blanket over you both. You breathe in against his chest, his scent engulfing you. His plants small kisses against the top of your head as he sighs.

     "I think we should talk about this..." You gulped, moving your head up to meet his eyes. "I don't think it's normal for best friends to do stuff like this. So, I- uh, I guess what I'm trying to say is that, well... will you, ya know, be my girlfriend?" Peter asks, his cheeks heating up from the fear of rejection.

     "Fucking finally, Peter!" You exclaim, moving so that you can plant a long, passionate kiss against his soft lips.

     "So... that's a yes?" He smiles, looking at you excitedly.

     "It's an absolutely." You smile back, feeling so lucky that you’re finally getting to date your best friend, the guy you’ve been thinking about constantly for years.

     "God, I'm so lucky!" He exclaims, placing another kiss on your lips.

     As you two start to make out even more, Peter flips you over, your head deftly landing against the surface of the couch. Within the following minutes, you feel something hard prod against your inner thigh.

     "Hmm, I think you have a friend." You giggle out, looking down at Peter's new erection.

     "Round two?" Peter questions, a big smirk on his face.

     And with that, the whole night was spent in complete bliss. Well, until Aunt May got back from her trip early...

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Scarlet Crossroads:

Chapter 2: Breaking The Ice

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It felt like hours before most of the exam contestants arrived. Of course, you happened to be exceptionally early, being only examinee 113.

You wish you could’ve said waiting was boring, but a few of the other examinee’s made it extremely difficult to settle down.

There was a wide variety of other characters, their personalities most likely to clash further into the exam, dragging you into the crossfire.

One man stood out to you. He was short, rather full looking, and had an ugly ass beard. Maybe he was a child… seeing as he certainly acted like one. This child of a man was Examinee #16, Tonpa the Rookie Crusher.

It was obvious to you that he was bad news. I mean, he reeked of mold and broccoli. (Well, you thought it was broccoli, but you could’ve been wrong on that. You were hoping, no praying, that it wasn’t the case.

He shifted uncomfortably underneath your stare, somehow growing nervous as he tried to speak. It seemed your aura was suffocating him, how typical.

Anyone who isn't strong enough to withstand it seemed to have that reaction. This just proved he was up to no good.

Your Nen Ability was something close to a Trump Card of sorts. No one would know it existed until it was too late. This poor man had already succumbed to it though, seeing as he was choking on his words.

With a quick inhale, your aura dispersed, leaving the short man to choke on the air that shot into his throat.

“You run a mile or something? Asthma?” You said curiously, a sly smirk seemed to pick at your lips, a laugh growing in your throat.

“No, no! I’m just thirsty! About that, what about a drink? You must be thirsty from your way here? What about we become pals? My name's Tonpa! How about you girly?”

Ew, okay gross. Did this man just call you.. girly? Yeah no, he’s not worthy enough to hold your drink, much less give you one.

With that conclusion, you gave him a forced smile, your eyes narrowing as you stared him down. “That’s really nice of you to offer, but I don’t take things from strangers.”

“Oh huh, really? That’s too bad!” He thought aloud, his expression faltering as he paid close attention to your expression. With each second your eyes got darker, the sides of your mouth twitching as you grew aggravated. Damn, something was up with you. “Your mother must be proud! The whole ‘Stranger Danger’ lesson worked huh?”

“Ah.” You paused, your smile dropping. Looks like the muscles in your face were sore now. Just great. “I didn’t have a mother.” You spoke calmly as you shifted your weight to the other leg, looking down at your fingernails.

With that realization, his eyes almost poked out of his head. He began to spew apologies, falling to the ground in a bow. It was painfully obvious that it was a forced reaction, but you took pleasure in watching him kneel. Okay maybe that’s coming off as too strong? Yeah, maybe it was just funny to you.

With that, you turned on your heel, signaling him off with a mere wave of your hand. Damn old men, they really did freak you out. Usually Chrollo or the Troupe would’ve killed him on sight, but they weren’t with you. The familiar faces began to run through your mind, distracting you from the small white blurr standing in front of you.

In a split second, you could feel your aura activate itself as you collided with another examinee. As if it didn’t startle you, the small kid seemed to be falling off his board. Everything seemed to slow down for you, his surprised face turned into one of anger, and his pupils locked with yours.

You quickly shot out your hand, grabbing his wrist, holding him up so he wouldn’t fall on his back. His skateboard flipped in the air, but it seems he had already caught it. You thought to yourself, ‘Hey that was kind of cool’, and let go of his small wrist.

He shifted uncomfortably, his hair covering his blushing face, his hands clamping up into small fists. “Hey why don’t you watch where you’re going?! If I was someone else, you would’ve been dead the minute you touched me! But you got lucky this time, I don’t really want to pick a fight with anyone just yet.” He smiled confidently to himself, laying his board back onto the ground, his left foot pushing it back and forth. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t come after you, you old hag! Man, people like you won’t ever pass this exam! Especially when you can’t even walk without bumping into people?!”

You didn’t even get to open your mouth before he jumped back on his board, weaving through the crowd, blowing the small strands of hair from his face.

What a spoiled brat. Who the hell does he think he is? Telling you that you won’t pass the exam? Hell, you’d blow through this thing like it’s nothing. All you had to do was get your hunters license, and then shove it into that kids face.

Yeah, sounds simple enough.

That declaration of yours was made almost an hour ago, and now, waiting was getting old. For said hour, you’ve been sitting against the wall, playing with a small rubix cube. Instead of its natural colored squares, small little pieces of duct tape covered the surface. What was written on said tape, were the names of each troupe member.

You remembered Pakunoda spending an hour just writing the names down, wanting them to be spelled perfectly so you could read them correctly. This was years ago, probably when you were nearing age 5, the withered adhesives almost giving up.

Seeing as there were no school opportunities for you, Pakunoda mostly took charge of your education, wanting you to be as smart as possible. She really was motherly in a way, even when she denied it.

Her teaching certainly worked its wonders. Even though you came off as an idiot, your mind worked faster than what was natural. You could tell peoples moves before they even acted them out, which seemed to help greatly in the troupe’s line of work.

It seems they raised you to be a Phantom Troupe member, the spider tattoo being embedded in your mind, almost like a nightmare. It was truly Ironic, considering that you hated the very idea of joining the Spiders.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the elevator, and the doors slowly opened to reveal a group of three.

They were oddly fitting for a friend group. One of them was obviously a child, his innocent face matched his horrible sense of fashion. Next to him was a rather greasy... business man? He looked to be at least in his late twenties? It was an understatement to say that his limbs were of average length, because damn, those arms were long.

Your eyes then glanced over to his other partner. He was shorter, but much younger looking. He looked to be your age, which was very exciting for you. You never had a friend that was actually close to your age. Maybe you’d sneak in a word or two during this?

The longer you stared, the more you noticed about him. He had blonde hair that stopped right behind his ear, his eyes were soft, a calming grey color. If you stared at them any longer you were sure to get lost. It sounded cheesy, but you ignored that thought.

To be honest, everything about him screamed Mom friend, almost reminding you of Pakunoda in a way.

You watched as Beans, the Secretary that approached you not too long ago, gave them their badges. They were numbers; 403, 404, and 405.

They were likely the last ones to get here, which was good news in your book. Finally, the Hunter Exam was about to begin!

A few more minutes passed, and you shifted uncomfortably as you watched Tonpa walk up to the group. You didn’t necessarily care about the two older ones, but the kid seemed to bother you.

That’s when you decided to take your chances and try to rescue the trio. As you thought to yourself, you figured you most likely wouldn’t make it in time to stop them from drinking it, so you did the next best thing.

Your mind spewed apologies as you looked down at the rubix cube that resembled your childhood. With one last glance, you lined it up with the kids' drink. With a strong over handed throw, it spiraled towards the can, completely tearing through the thin metal.

Juice had sprayed all over Tonpa’s face, it’s orange contents seeping into his clothes. Maybe, just maybe, that would help him smell better.

With a quick smile, you cautiously jogged over. You held up one hand, waving as you came in peace. The closer you got, the more you noticed the blonde boy’s eyes. They seemed empty almost, like they were hiding something behind them. Tough childhood huh? You could relate.

You stopped as you got in front of them, rubbing the back of your neck as an act of nervous behavior. Good act. Keep it up. “So sorry guys, sometimes I forget I’m surrounded by other people! I kinda just threw it y'know?”

“That was… so cool!” The smaller boy piped in, his eyes adorned in admiration. “My names Gon! Gon Freccs! What’s your name?”

“Oh.” You were generally surprised by his positivity, seeing as you just knocked his source of hydration from his hands. “The names Y/N.” You held out your hand, taking the kids palm in yours. “Sorry for spilling your drink.. but I can’t say it was purely an accident. This guy has been trying to mess with people, I just felt like I had to warn you.”

With that, the blonde boy and his accomplice poured their drinks out, a disgusted look on their faces.

“Oh really? I thought it smelled weird! I’m glad to know I wasn’t having allergies or something!” Gon muttered the last part, rubbing the surface of his index finger underneath his nose, as if to wipe something off.

You nodded, a small smile reaching your lips. “Well Gon, and his…” you paused for a minute, your eyes meeting the blonde boys. “Accomplices? Besties…? Caretakers?”

“Friends is a better word.” The grey eyed boy said quickly. “My name is Kurapika, and this?” He gestured with his hands, pointing at Leorio’s stomach. “This is Leorio.”

“I think I can introduce myself, you damn blonde!” Leorio interrupted him, yelling in his face, his finger pointing into Kurapika’s chest.

“Oh, it’s quite alright. Seeing as I got it the first time” You said quickly, not wanting to hear it again.

You ignored the taller man as he started to spew nonsense, most of its contents having to do with insults directed towards you. Your small smile seemed to falter, suddenly remembering the very item you had used to save them was not in your hands.

That’s when your eyes dropped to the floor, searching for the old rubix cube that contained most of your memories of home. You felt your heart spike, the feeling of disappointment taking over.

On the outside you remained stoic, your shoulders merely shrugging as you let out a small groan of annoyance. “Damn, I lost that old thing again?”

“What thing?” Gon interjected, standing on his tippy-toes as he rocked back and forth. “You mean that toy?”

You cringed, your teeth grinding together as you glared him down. “That ‘thing’ is not a toy, it’s something very important to me.”

“Must not be ‘very important’ if you throw it at people.” Leorio retorted, rolling his eyes as he adjusted his suit sleeve. Why he wore it to an exam was beyond you.

“Well, no matter how important it is, I’m sure you’d like it back?” Kurapika cut Leorio off, trying to prevent whatever fight was about to break out between the two of you.

“Huh?” You broke your gaze with Leorio, only to meet the cold, empty eyes of Kurapika. “Well of course I’d want it back. It is mine after all.”

Leorio started to grow annoyed, most likely with the fact that you were ignoring him. “Hey! Don’t give him that crappy attitude! We’re being nice to you, so don’t overstay your welcome!”

“..You make it sound like I’m at your house.” You looked to him, your face forming into a scowl.

This sent the overdressed man into a blushing mess, his words coming out as broken stutters, his hands fumbling with the hems of his suit. It seems he did that a lot.

“Please ignore him.” Kurapika sighed, obviously embarrassed by his friend’s behavior. “But regarding the object of discussion, I think you should have it back.” With that, he reached his hand out, your rubix cube in his hand.

Your eyes quickly rushed down towards it, your hands quickly snatching from his own, scared that if you touched him, he’d know everything about you.

You let out a soft sigh of relief, putting the cube back in your small bag. Unbeknownst to you, the tape that once held your brother's name, was now somewhere along the ground.

“Thanks.” You muttered, your fingers tingling from where they had brushed against his. “..So, why not break the ice a little? Why are you guys trying to become Hunters?”

The small child opened his mouth to answer, but it seems it was cut short by a blood curdling scream.

You all turned your heads to the noise, being greeted by the sight that was Hisoka.

It seems someone had bumped into him, seeing as they were now in a fetal position on the ground, their arms missing as they disintegrated into little flowers. At least the flowers were pretty.

If matters couldn’t get any more interesting, the large door that you presumed was a wall opened, revealing who looked to be an Examiner.

He wore an all purple suit, his white hair almost looking like a soft lavender. His mustache seemed to cover his mouth, hiding whatever lurked inside of it. His name didn’t matter to you, frankly, none of these people did.

Atleast, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

TYSM FOR READING GUYS!!!!!! ALSO WHAT DO YOU THINK READER’S NEN ABILITY IS????? WGAJDHJWdAJDHkjshdkJhd

I HOPE THIS WAS ENOUGH tO SATISFY YOU THIS WEEK UMMMMMM!!!! LUCILFER READER AND KURAPIKA JUST HAD THEIR IINTRoDuctION TO EACHOTHER SO!!!

[sleepy-exe]

Shapeshifter AU - 6

Iwaizumi x f!reader

<< Part 5 | Part 7 >>

Summary: Mizuki and Y/n have a girls’ night after getting ditched by someone else again. Y/n wants to see Iwaizumi again. Sakusa is done with her shit. 

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: none

Genre: sfw (for now, 18+ regardless), shapeshifter au, strangers to lovers

a/n: Is Mizuki modeled after my own friend that I lovely dearly? Maybe.

Part 6: Girls’ Night

Soft lofi beats play softly in the background. Steam in the air gives the bathroom lights a glowing halo around each lightbulb. Bathtub filled with hot water, a thick layer of bubbles on top. Phone resting in one hand as Y/n relaxed in her bath, unwinding for the evening.

With a sigh, she sunk further into the tub, water splashing her chest. Another night that Mizuki’s plans were canceled. Another night Y/n would likely be the backup plan. Not that she minded being second choice. Mizuki is a major social butterfly, more than Y/n can handle on her own all of the time. So she welcomed not being the first choice every time.

She rested her head back and closed her eyes, hand with the phone hanging over the edge of the tub. Her friend’s night may need to be rescued, but it's not like it's an emergency or anything. She could take some time to enjoy her bubble bath first, right?

Sudden ringing jerked her from her relaxed state.

Or not..

Glancing at her phone she could see Mizuki was trying to video call her. With a groan she denied the call and sat up, quickly texting before her friend could call again.

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “not now in the bath”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “so?”

Her phone started ringing again and with another groan Y/n shifted lower into the tub once more, fishing bubbles to her chest before answering the call. With a tap, Mizuki was now looking right at her through the screen. “Can’t a girl enjoy her bath?”

“Don't sound so grumpy! Anyway, like I was saying, A-“

Checking in the little box in the corner that displayed her own face, she made sure she was covered enough.

“Are you even listening? Ugh, you’re acting like I’ve never seen you naked before.” The aggravated woman snarled through her screen.

“Sorry, sorry! And yes, he’s at the gym with Sakusa tonight. I already knew that.”

“But our plans!” The video shook as Mizuki moved about.

“No, your plans, Mizu’. Girl, I love you to death, but making plans with someone’s gotta go both ways. He didn't even know about your plans before he planned to go with ‘Kusa, did he?” She spoke calm but sternly. “I can’t say that’s his fault, dove.”

Mizuki was frowning, “Sigh! I guess you’re right, okay? But I was really hoping we could have gone out tonight, but he’s too busy with Sakusa.” Her frown faded to curiosity. “Say.. Do you think there’s anything go-”

“Mizu’!”

“Yeah yeah. They just spend a lot of time together is all.”

“They’re friends, colleagues, and neighbors and only one of them has a car. Of course they're together a lot. Besides, you spend every day with someone and yet you’re single, right?  That doesn’t mean anything.” She slipped further into the bath, knees poking out of the water and popping some bubbles with her free hand.

“Unfortunately, I am single! Otherwise I’d be spending my time with my date!”

“Uh huh,” emotionless she brought her attention back to her friend.

“Anyway..” Mizuki squinted at her. “How’s your love life going, huh? Pretty sure you’re married to your work.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Have any cute guys or gals around.”

“Mizuki,” she whined.

“What? We can’t all four be lonely and starving for intimacy,” she sang, batting her eyelashes.

“I’m not sure that any of us could possibly be lonely as much as we are around each other,” she said dryly, earning a whine from her friend. “And as far as I know, you’re the only one searching for.. intimacy.”

“Uh huh. Didn’t you spend your time with someone like two nights ago? Or did you just forget to let Sakusa know when you got home.”

Y/n looked away from her phone as if she was messing with something off screen so Mizuki didn't see her blush.

I messaged ‘Kusa that morn-.

Oh. Right.

“Mhmm. So who is this guy that you left me all alone for in my time of need?”

“You weren't alone,” she eyed her friend.

“I may as well have been without my sweet, dear Y/n.”

She tapped the side of the tub in annoyance. “So are you coming over or not?”

“Duh, I’m on my way already. Have you even been paying attention? I’ll see you in five!” She flashed her hand to the screen displaying five fingers.

“What!” Y/n lurched forward.

She cackles loudly. “So much not seeing you naked.”

Covering her chest with her available arm, she stood and pulled her phone close to her face. Scowling at the realization, “Really, Mizuki?!”

Throwing on shorts and a baggy sweater just in time for Mizuki to bang on the front door, Y/n raced over and let her in. She quickly locks the door again before rushing back to her bedroom. “Come on, Mizu’.”

“Yeah, I’m coming.” She chased after Y/n after removing her shoes and coat.

Mizuki walked in the bedroom to find her friend laying across her bed. And of course she flopped down beside her. “Can we get takeout?”

“You just got here!”

She whined, “But Y/n! You don't want to go out and I was hoping to go out to eat!”

“Ugh, okay.” She rolled to her side. “You order the takeout and pick something to watch, okay?”

“Okay! I have the app for that yummy noodle place down the road.”

“Cool. I just hate calling places.” She rolled again, this time onto her stomach and locked a leg around one of Mizuki’s.

Mizuki laughed. “Girl, don't you call places for work?”

“Yeah, but that’s different.”

“I don't see how ordering food over the phone is worse than that.” She tossed her phone next to Y/n’s head. “Put what you want on there.”

She orders from that noodle place enough to enter her order in a few swift clicks. “Here.” She handed the phone back then unhooked her leg from Mizuki and crawled across the bed to get her own phone.

“Aight, it's in!”

There was a sudden blaring for all of two seconds. “Oh look, if it isn’t your bestie.” She brought the phone to her ear, “Hey, shithead.. What?”

At least she didn't put him on speaker. Together they were always so loud.

Unlocking her own phone, she opened her messages.

>> To ‘Emergency Contact (‘Kusa’)’: “you ratted me out to MIZUKI??”

A text from Iwaizumi popped up before Sakusa had even read her message. So she went back and forth between the two chats to talk to each of them.

>> From ‘zumi’: “Oikawa is on the plane. Idk if you planned to still talk to him but there's a major time distance where he lives. Just a heads up.”

>> From ‘zumi’: “Sorry if he freaked you out earlier”

>> From ‘zumi’: “He can be loud”

>> From ‘Emergency Contact (‘Kusa’)’: “Punishment for not letting me know that you didn't get murdered.”

>> To ‘Emergency Contact (‘Kusa’)’: “I did text you yesterday!”

>> From ‘Emergency Contact (‘Kusa’)’: “Not when you got home.”

>> To ‘Emergency Contact (‘Kusa’)’: “I did forget.. But to be fair I wasn’t home until almost noon”

>> From ‘Emergency Contact (‘Kusa’)’: “I’m sure Mizuki is asking plenty of questions and loving that.”

>> From ‘Emergency Contact (‘Kusa’)’: “I just like to know you’re safe when you start check-in texts like that. It’s not like I care what you do.”

>> From ‘Emergency Contact (‘Kusa’)’: “Well as long as you aren’t being careless on your runs again.”

Internally moaning, she looked over her shoulder. Mizuki was still on the phone walking laps around the room.

>> To ‘zumi’: “no no he’s great! And thanks for the heads up. Let me know when he's back safe?”

>> To ‘zumi’: “Sorry to run out i really did need to get going and i wanted to let you have time with Oikawa before he left”

Suddenly, Mizuki jumped onto the bed. “So anyway. What were we talking about?”

“Uhh.. I don’t know.” Y/n kicked at her playfully. “How long until the food is here?”

>> From ‘zumi’: “Will do”

>> To ‘zumi’: “maybe I’ll see you again”

Mizuki grabbed her legs to avoid getting hit. “It’ll be quick. Who ya texting?”

“Just Sakusa,” she lied.

>> To ‘Emergency Contact (‘Kusa’): “So here’s the thing.”

>> To ‘Emergency Contact (‘Kusa’): “I didnt get spotted or anything! I’ve learned my lesson”

>> To ‘Emergency Contact (‘Kusa’): “That will never happen again!”

>> To ‘Emergency Contact (‘Kusa’): “But the guy I met at the bar may have been the guy that might have spotted me that night I was with you.”

Mizuki moaned, “Why’d he steal my dinner buddy?”

She snorted. “Maybe you should ask him.”

>> From ‘Emergency Contact (‘Kusa’): “Y/n what the hell”

>> To ‘Emergency Contact (‘Kusa’): “It’s fine!”

She clapped. “Done. Maybe he’ll feel bad and let me go next time.”

“You? At the gym?” She laughed.

Mizuki threw a pillow which whacked the back of Y/n’s head and bounced to the floor. They both laughed. “Yeah, you’re right. I don't wanna work out or be around some stinky guys.” She got up and walked up to the window, picking up the pillow and tossing it back on the bed. “Man, I really need to move. My window just faces a parking garage. Boring!”

>> From ‘Emergency Contact (‘Kusa’): “Is it?”

>> From ‘Emergency Contact (‘Kusa’): “Is it still a ‘maybe’ seen you?”

>> To ‘Emergency Contact (‘Kusa): “I think it’s fine.”

“Girl, you have the money. When’s your lease up?”

>> From ‘zumi’: “Hopefully not by accident next time.”

Oh?

“Ugh! Not for like six more months,” Mizuki complained.

“Well, I can help keep an eye out for available units here. But why don’t you make a list of places you think you’d like.”

“Yeah, that sounds real fun.”

“Funner than waking up to the slight of a parking garage?”

“Oh you ass!” She balled up a shirt from the floor to chuck at Y/n, but a knock at the front door caught her attention. “Food is here! I’ll go get it.”

“Thank you, Mizu’.”

>> To ‘Emergency Contact (‘Kusa’): “It’s fine. I was just keeping an eye on him is all.”

>> From ‘zumi’: “Do you go to the park during daylight hours or is that strictly an after hours thing for you?”

“Hey girly!” Mizuki popped her head through the doorway. “I've got the goods and Netflix is ready. Come on!”

Y/n rolled out of bed. “Alright, alright. Let’s get this girls’ night started, yeah?”

>> To ‘zumi’: “depends..”

>> To ‘zumi’: “are you asking to go with me next time?”

Part 7>>

[cartoony]

The Daisy Project | DuckTales (2017) - Koboli (aka cas, hehe) GEN | Words: 2140 AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28005909

Daisy Duck has accomplished her goal of being featured on Emma Glamour's 'The IT List'. Opportunities Daisy has only ever dreamed of have become open to her. Here is one such day.

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It is with great devastation that Daisy Duck pries her eyes open as the alarm in the far corner of her room blares louder than a foghorn. She stares at the device with disdain. Eyes opening wider with anger each time the alarm reaches its peak. Daisy wants nothing more than to reach out and slap the snooze button. The exact reason why the device was on the far side of her room, because her doing so has lead to her fair share of trouble.

If she keeps trying to destroy the clock with nothing but her mind, she will reunite with said trouble.

A muddled thought hits the Duck, like it draws itself out of deep and murky waters…. And it's hard to believe. Daisy actually wants to be awake. She’s looking forward to something, isn’t she? The epiphany gives her a burst of energy, and she swings herself out of bed and slams the off button on her clock. She stumbles slightly on her way; even with something to look forward to, she has never been a morning person.

Splashing water on her face, now in the bathroom, she pulls herself together. She grips the sides of her porcelain sink and stares intensely into the mirror. Her hair is sticking in all sorts of directions, signs of her restlessness even during sleep. There are bags under her eyes, visible under the coating of light feathers, leaving purple bruises. She forces a smile, relaxing her grip on the sink, reminding herself to love what she sees.

A beautiful woman with dreams, who's a little weird, but reigns herself in among her peers. With aspirations she’s been told she’ll never reach, but refuses to give up despite that. A woman who above all knows that she is capable.

It’s hard not to smile when she sees all that.

She follows through with her routine; eating, dressing, calling some friends of hers from college, while she does her makeup. It usually lines up that Daisy and her bestie Minnie are applying their looks at the same time. Daisy has always flirted with Minnie without meaning to, and actually it led to them dating for a good while before opportunities took them in separate directions, but Daisy’s connection and care for her never faded. Neither had Minnie’s for her.

Also on the call is Clarabelle, a Senior at their college when Daisy and Minnie were freshmen who took them under her wing. Her sense of fashion is part of what inspired Daisy to pursue designing. This burning urge to create something that would compliment Clarabelle’s incredible figure and style sense.

“Good luck tonight.” Clarabelle says, her voice deep and smile clear.

“Oh my gosh, yes!” Minnie cheers, “good luck, girly! You got this!”

Giving herself one last look over in the mirror, she is satisfied with the complimenting tones above her eyes and light blush on her cheeks. “Oh, I know I do.” She says with confidence, but appreciation is unmistakable in her tone. She doesn’t know what she’d do without her best friends. “Thanks, gals!”

An hour later and Daisy is out to lunch. Seated at a table with gorgeous people, with fantastic clothes. They’re at one of the finer restaurants in Duckburg, Daisy has had the opportunity to dine there a few times before, but always as a planner. Any memory she may have about how the food tastes is marred by her dedication to taking notes on her clients - all hyperfocus on their likes and dislikes, ensuring as few mistakes and faux-paus as possible.

Employee today, she is not. Daisy Duck is here as a contributor.

And contributors get to enjoy their food, and feel like she belongs at the table, Daisy firmly reminds herself. The show wasn’t super large, but it was important enough to be televised. However, the recording was decided at last-minute and the rehearsals had been somewhat brutal. Constant deadlines to meet, long hours, but not a lot of time to form a camaraderie with her fellow designers.

She tries to ignore the slight swoop in her gut. Taking in all the beautiful people sitting at her table, people she’s tried to speak with in passing and had gotten the cold shoulder. Something she is used to from her peers, assuming they find her strange and not worth their time. It makes Daisy want to prove herself, but... She’s seen all their designs, and they’ve seen hers, there isn’t anything left to show off… Except…

She places her napkin on her lap, delicately smoothing out her dress.

This is her first time wearing this out. There’s a nagging whisper of self-doubt Daisy tries to convince herself to ignore. But even since she was a child, the hyperfast racing of her mind is hard to redirect. She feels so confident in this design, at least she did... This feels silly to her, but she’s unconsciously comparing herself to everyone around her, rather than enjoying their designs without bias.

The brown-grey of the dining room cause a warm light to flow throughout the restaurant, it feels a little cloying to Daisy. Conversation is buzzing from every direction, but she can’t follow a word of any of it. Her attempts to join in conversation get little attention. She considers grabbing her smartphone to occupy herself, but finds that a bit rude considering the event. The predetermined meal gets served and Daisy hadn't realized how much time had passed since sitting down, the ice in her water is more than half melted.

Nerves are getting the best of her, and that in itself sends a prickle of embarrassment down Daisy’s neck. She’s really hoping that embarrassment isn’t clear on her face, but it very much is. She gracefully shovels some food into her beak.

“I love your dress.” A flamingo sitting beside Daisy says, and their smile remains patient as the duck takes a moment to realize they’re talking to her. Of course she just took a huge bite.

Funnily enough, at his words, the doubt that she felt was cavernous and never-ending disappeared. Like a hole was filled in, and possibly never was even there in the first place. She gulps her rather large bite of food. “Thanks,” She says, sitting straighter to better show off the craftsmanship. A dark grey structured pencil piece that’s complemented with white and yellow sheer and lace. “I made it myself,” She adds.

Only a moment later Daisy continues, “Your suit is fantastically sewn, I assume you made it yourself too?” She has a kindhearted smirk on her face. This designer in particular… She loves their work, them acknowledging her drove the nerves from being a rookie in the business down. Quieting her racing mind.

The Flamingo laughs in response. “Right you are, and I appreciate that eye you have there.” Much like Daisy, they show off some more of their suit jacket. A hyper dark black, must be some sort of velvet because it’s not reflecting any light. The thread used is a pink matching the exact tone of their feathers, sticking out in a way that keeps it subtle. “But I’m not surprised,” they continue, “your eye would have to be great to make it onto Emma Glamour’s IT-list.”

Daisy can’t help but smile wider at the memory. The very moment her career in fashion had become viable. The catalyst that led the woman to where she is right now. Having lunch with other designers as they all eagerly await the evening event.

The runway show where, for the first time, actual models are going to display Daisy Duck’s Designs.

“Oh, you saw that,” Daisy says around a laugh, barely stopping herself from preening, flipping a wrist lackadaisically instead. “I was actually her assistant for awhile,” She continues, oversharing a bit. “With all the amazing trends I would see her add to the list, I kept feeling like I never had a chance. Was even told so, a couple times, when I got a chance to talk with people who made ‘IT’.” She laughs and waves it off, able to find amusement in the flamingo’s muttered “Owch.”

“Anyway, clearly I did have a chance, and it was only after I beat up the jerks who tried to ruin my party!” She says, and then corrects herself. “Her party!”

The flamingo looks like they were going to ask a question, but the glass of the runway show’s director rings out as she hits it with a spoon. Conversations peter out and soon everyone is looking at the very trendy tiger. She starts giving a speech, but Daisy finds herself reviewing her interaction with her table neighbor. To judge if she had been awkward. She finds she probably had been.

She also finds she should be listening to Mrs. Rayures instead of letting her thoughts get ahead of the moment. “.. And with that! Everybody, enjoy your food. We look forward to seeing what each of your modern, forward thinking minds have to show us tonight.”

Daisy tries not to feel too bad about missing most of what the director had said, focus was something she has struggled with for most of her life at this point. A reason why she took furious notes as a planner, and intern. She’ll be able to prove how all in she is at the show tonight.

Visions of the night float through her mind, excitement stirs in her belly and flutters up to her chest. She can’t deny she’s nervous, but more so she is ready to show this opportunity that nothing can stop Daisy Duck!

… Nothing except the chaos in her workshop.

Before she knows it, two hours have passed, and she can feel the passage of time weighing heavily on her mind. This workspace chaos that she claims is organized, and usually she can understand it’s complexity! She swears by it.

There's just something about knowing a big event is a few hours a way that messes with her ability to find things.

Rather than fussing herself into a tizzy, she breathes in deep, eyes clenched shut, and counts to ten. Opens her eyes, gets frustrated with herself, and repeats the process.

Then once more.

She finds equilibrium. The layout makes sense, the slowness of her breathing pushes anxiety about time to a place she can’t remember it. She gathers everything necessary and piles it carefully by the door. Taking the next moment to fix up her makeup, something fitting for the occasion. The sequin gown she slides into is something she is incredibly proud of. A tribute to her marble-toned IT-list dress, but with the addition of a soft pink and yellow to the teal. Mostly it was black, rather than navy, conscious of not being too loud when adding the other colors.

The dress is also a bit longer, but she’s able to wear the same shoes. Daisy changes bows a couple times, indecisive. For a moment she considers digging up some stockings. It’s all too easy to get lost in final touch-ups to her own look.

Luckily, the anxiety about time she had hidden away flies back at full force and she hurries back into action. But she has planned for this, as everything is still by the door. She grabs the suitcase with each of the designs she’s showcasing tonight, and a few backups to be safe. And the other bag with extra fabric, her mobile sewing kit, her hair styling kit, her sentimental photo of her nieces in outfits she designed for their dance competition. Lastly her purse and car keys. Daisy goes over everything twice for good measure.

Finding no time left to waste, Daisy’s engine revs and she drives off the parking lot of her rented workshop.

So focused on the event to come, the drive feels phenomenally short. She finds a parking space, but doesn’t move after claiming it. Simply sitting in the front seat of her convertible, her hands clutching her steering wheel that would whiten her knuckles if they weren’t already. Suddenly Daisy squeals, nearly shouting, in an attempt to free the pressure of excitement in her chest. Nerves are there, but they have no chance of comparing to the rush of excitement overtaking her entire being.

After regulating her breathing, Daisy checks her makeup in the rearview mirror. Finding everything in order, she takes one more moment to really look at herself. She reminds herself to love what she sees.

But she doesn’t need the reminder.

Daisy Duck is a beautiful woman whose dreams are coming true, who’s a little weird, but loves herself all the more for it. With aspirations within her reach, and will put any amount of work to achieve them. A woman who, above all, knows that she is capable.

It’s easy to smile when she sees all that.

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thanks so much for reading!! daisy duck love for life

[btsmutimagines]

All Tangled Up

A/N: I tried to be cute but I’m too awkward for that... I’m sorry OTL

Request from the old inbox:  can I have a Jimin fluff where you both have a Disney movie night and you choose your princess movie (mines is Tangled but you can choose which ever) and the love song comes and Jimin sings to you (like I see the light and when eugene's part plays he sings along) and it's really fluffy?(sorry if it stinks, but I figured I'd give you a non-jungkook request)

Word Count: 1.7K

please take this gif as a peace offering

 You groaned to the sound of your ringtone, suddenly waking you up. Refusing to leave the warm bundle of covers you were under; you stretched your hand to grab your buzzing phone off the side table. A string of curses was grumbled as you got up to pick up your phone and answer it.

Who thought it was a good idea to call you now?!

Howdy, girlie! How are you?

Oh, it’s you.

Ouch, no ‘Hello, bestie’? You’re so grouchy.

You could tell that your friend, Hana was pouting on the other end and you rolled your eyes. You weren’t in the particular mood to hold a conversation, let alone the ones that she tends to have. Long, drawn-out and could probably be wrapped up in 10 minutes if she could stay on topic.

Hana, I’m sick.

You are? Why didn’t you tell me?

I did. You even brought me medicine!

I did? Maybe I was drunk…

Anyways, I would like to get back to sleep-

Wait, I need some serious bestie advice and you just happened to be qualified.

Can’t I get a raincheck?

I really like this guy and I think he’s different than the others and…

She roped you into her story before you could even protest. You almost fell asleep a few times, listening to the whole spiel before she called your name.

Yah, Y/N! Did you even listen to a word I said?

Yeah, you think the guy you met last is the one because he took you out to coffee after whatever happened last night, and he’s been texting you a lot? It’s literally been less than 24 hours, how are you this hung up on a dude? You barely know him.

That doesn’t stop love, Y/N.

And I’m done with this conversation.

Don’t be like that, Y/N! It’s different this time, I swear.

Okay, I’m hanging up now. Bye.

You sighed, looking at the time you had your ear pressed to your phone. 40:31. Could you really expect less? Before you could return to bed, there was a knock on your door.  Is it national ‘let’s bug a sick girl’ day?

You grabbed a robe, the warm fabric hugging you as you slowly walked to the door. Turning the doorknob, you cracked the door open a bit and your eyes widen as you quickly shut the door.

Park Jimin was standing at your door, in the hallway of your apartment building and you looked like you could scare Death himself to death.

“Y/N? Could you open the door please?”

“J-Just a second.” You said, quickly rushing to the bathroom to brush your teeth and fix your bird nest of hair. You returned to the door, taking a quick breath before opening it up again.

“Hi.”

“That was longer than a second, you know.”

“I didn’t mean it literally, Jimin.”

“May I come in?”

“Oh, right.”

“I heard you were sick, and I figured I would stop by just to check up on you.”

“That’s really sweet of you, Jimin.” You could have sworn you saw him blush, but he coughed, looking away and you tried to fight the smile that wanted to peak through.

Alright, fine, you might have the tiniest, smallest, little crush on Jimin. He always did obnoxiously cute things that you couldn’t help but smile. He was clumsy, at times whiny but he was also really thoughtful, sweet and would always be a shoulder to lean on.

But a guy like Jimin isn’t one that you can keep to yourself- Not that you could do that or something.

“Are you sure you could be out of bed like this? Earth to Y/N?”

“Huh?” Jimin placed the back of his hand on your forehead, your face growing hot and he pulled away.

“Gosh, you’re burning up.” Tell me about it. You cleared your throat.

“Just lay down on the couch, I’m gonna heat up the soup Jin made.”

“Jin made me soup? I should get sick more often.”

“No! I-I mean I helped him out mostly, I really made the soup.”

“Sure, Jimin.”

“Just go lie down, please.” You did as you were told, lying down on the couch.

“Hey, Y/N, where do you keep your blankets?”

“Second door on the left.” He came back with one of your thickest blankets, covering you with it and you looked at him.

“You should take a picture, it would last longer.”

“Shut up. Where’s my soup, Jimin?”

“Oh shoot, I almost forgot.”

“Jimin, please don’t burn down my home.”

“I got this. You just lie there, all pretty and warm- I mean you could be pretty warm with that blanket, right?”

“Smooth.” He winked at you before quickly backing into the kitchen, you covered your mouth to hold in your laughter. So stupid.

You laid there, listening to Jimin opening and closing different cabinets in your kitchen. He came back with a bowl and chopsticks in each hand and you sat up.

“You like coconut curry, right?”

“My favourite soup. Maybe you did help out a little bit.”

“One day I‘ll show you.”

“Looking forward to it, Jimin.”

“Have some, it is for you, you know.” You broke the chopsticks and took a bite, instantly hit with the delectable flavours and couldn’t stop yourself from devouring the whole bowl.

“That good, huh?”

“God, Jin is a cooking prodigy.”

“Let me have a bite.”

“Nuh-uh, you can ask Jin to make some for you when you’re sick.” You said, getting your last bite but Jimin grabbed your hand and fed himself.

“You brat, that was my last bite.” You poked his cheek with your chopsticks while he began chewing.

“Tasted even better knowing that.”

“Is this how you treat the sick and vulnerable, Jimin?”

“Jin made more than one bowl.”

“Fine, you’re temporarily forgiven.”

“Temporarily?”

“I don’t deal with food lightly. Especially really good food.”

“Will you forgive me fully if we watched these together?” He handed you a plastic bag, when did he bring that in?

Your curiosity got the better of you, peering through the content and noticing there were all Disney movies. You enjoyed most of the titles, Bambi, Aladdin, Alice in wonderland but you stop when you pulled out Tangled. The Disney classic was one of your all-time favourites. It was well known amongst your friend group and it’s the only movie you would watch for the rest of your life if you had to.

“You brought these for me?”

“Yeah, I did. Am I fully forgiven?”

“I’ll tell you after the movie.” You snuggled into your blanket, watching Jimin turn on your tv and insert the disc into your DVD player.

“Can you turn off the lights too?”

“Want the whole experience too, huh?”

“It’s not too much to ask, is it?”

“The things I do for you.”

“Hush, it’s starting.” You watched the intro of the Disney castle and felt yourself getting giddy. You were easily engrossed in the movie when you felt a warm body close to yourself.

“J-Jimin.”

“I’m feeling cold, do you mind?”

“I could grab another blanket.” You suggested, about to get up but Jimin pulled you closer to him, your body half resting against his.

“No, this is fine.” You turned your attention to the movie, trying to not be so rigid against him and focus.

You quietly sang along with the songs, Jimin laughing with you at all the funny moments and your favourite scene was about to come up.

You began to sing along with Rapunzel, watching the lanterns floating around them.

All those days watching from the windows

All those years outside looking in

All that time never even knowing

Just how blind I've been

Now I'm here blinking in the starlight

Now I'm here suddenly I see

Standing here it's all so clear

I'm where I'm meant to be

 And at last I see the light

And it's like the fog has lifted

And at last I see the light

And it's like the sky is new

And it's warm and real and bright

And the world has somehow shifted

All at once everything looks different

Now that I see you

You heard Jimin clearing his throat before singing along to Flynn, you looked at him in surprise.

All those days chasing down a daydream

All those years living in a blur

All that time never truly seeing

Things, the way they were

Now she's here shining in the starlight

Now she's here suddenly I know

If she's here it's crystal clear

I'm where I'm meant to go

He met your eyes, the two of you continue to sing along.

And at last I see the light

 And it's like the fog is lifted, Jimin sang

 And at last I see the light

 And it's like the sky is new, you vocalized before you both sang together once again.

And it's warm and real and bright

And the world has somehow shifted

All at once everything is different

Now that I see you

Now that I see you

“I didn’t know you could sing like that.”

“A hidden talent of mine. Your voice is pretty good too.”

“Why, thank you.” You said, turning your attention back to the movie and hearing Jimin let out a sigh. The movie went on, you only got up to stretch when the credits began to roll.

“I guess you’re forgiven, Jimin.”

“Y/N.”

“Oh, okay, why do you sound so serious all of a sudden?”

“Because,” he got up to stand in front of you, all you could muster a look of bewilderment as he took a deep breath before continuing.

“I want you to believe me when I say I like you…”

“You w-what?”

“I like you, okay? Don’t make me repeat it.” Uh, you just did- Wait, that’s not the point, Park Jimin just goddamn confessed to you.

“I know you probably don’t feel the same way, but I can’t keep-”

“Could you stop trying to be cool for two seconds, so I could tell you I like you too?”

“Wait, what?”

“I’m not repeating myself, Jimin.”

“It’s okay I recorded it!” The two of you looked over to see Hana standing behind the couch and she waved.

“How the hell did you get there? Why the hell are you in my house and why did you record that?”

“It’s for my memories, Y/N confessing to Jimin after pining him for months-”

“You have?” Jimin asked, you avoiding his eyes and glaring at Hana. She’s going to get it when you aren’t sick, just she waits.

“Kim Hana, you’re so dead.”

[nanajaems0308]

Tagged by : @earth-to-that-asian I wuv youuuu 🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️💙💙💙

Omg I’m racking my brains so hard for all of these questions

1. If you could go anywhere where would you go?

If we’re talking about places, then South Korea, Japan, Australia or Canada

If we’re talking about ideal places then a vast meadow with lots of flowers, a place where I can have fun without stress and pressure, oh and birds would be chirping and there’d be tall big trees which provide plenty of shade and comfort.

2. What is your greatest fear?

I always have this fear that the people I love would stop talking to me suddenly one day because they find me annoying and boring.

3. In one word, how do you view yourself?

A pretty boring and mundane person tbh, I’m not special. I’m just any other person that is in high school trying to navigate through life

4. What's you're favorite meme?

I have a lot but one that I really like would be that iCoNiC predebut chenle with dem girlies😎

5. Why is your best friend, your best friend?

I have five friends that I love equally, they all have their special traits that make us as a group whole. Each person has their own unique color in the group and our time together does not feel the same if one is missing so yeah I love my five friends.

On tumblr tho, I have an awesome bestie, I met her first in a gc and I like to believe we’ve grown really lose . She understands me really well, encourages me when I’m feeling down and never fails to make me laugh, in turn I like to believe I help her a lot too :)). So yeah she’s amazing and she deserves the absolute best. And I’d really love to meet her in real life :)))

6. What do you hate the most about yourself?

Oh dear, I hate my unresponsiveness to new people, like I almost always ignore them and I’m often perceived as cold. I also hate my inability to look people in the eye and talk , I can only do this if I’m really close to them😔. I also have terrible mood swings 😔😔😔 and I’m also extremely closed off about my feelings 😔

7. If you could change one thing about the world what would it be?

I wish people would be a little less judgmental, and a little more loving, kind, and sympathetic. The world would be a much better place if people don’t judge people by the first glance.

8. Who makes you feel okay?

I can’t seem to talk anyone about how I truly feel because mostly I’m scared that they’ll judge me . But I think I’ll go to my mom or my sister. Probably my mom.

9. Who would you want to see if you only had 24 hours left?

My family. My family may not be perfect but I still love them .

10. Are you currently living the life of your dreams?

I would say yes but not really. I want to travel, see the beauty of this world but as of now, I’m just focusing on my studies to make that dream a reality

This is so long and weird I’m sOrry

I’m not tagging anyone cos we’ll be going in circles if I do so lol

[eyes-on-me-please]

hello lovelies! i’m rose, and this is alice kibler, aka that bitch.

ok me: rose, 23, she/her, est. plot ho. anyways.

the good stuff:

-alice is 21, a theatre major, and in the cheerleading and theatre clubs. idk where she lives yet, can’t be in the dorms because she wouldn’t settle for that, please be her roommate? she’ll buy your character excessive amounts of sushi.

-kiki kibler aka the astrophile is her sister and she thinks she’s the worst but if you talk shit or hurt her, alice will go white queen on you and bam, off with your head.

-her other skeleton connections are to the virtuoso and the influencer so hit me up! or i’ll hit you up. whichever happens first. or just hit me up regardless of who your character is.

-all alice wants is attention because she thinks attention=love. she was always scared her parents wouldn’t love her so she did everything she could to get their attention, which turned into her becoming a performer, with singing, dancing, and primarily acting. 

-when she met daisey, she was like, oh this girl has all the attention? she must have all the love. and i need to be exactly like her. so when she was 14 she joined the cheerleading squad and her and daisey became besties. except that was mostly just alice worshipping her and doing whatever daisey said. seriously though, she spent almost all of her time with daisey for 7 years so if your character knew daisey well, chances are they also knew alice, even if she was just in the background.

-being like daisey meant having money, and even though her parents were lawyers and well off, it was nothing compared to the rutherfords and she was always super self-conscious about it.

-being like daisey also meant being nice to people’s faces while getting all kinds of dirt on them and helping her compile all her secrets. it also meant using boys like playthings because of course it did.

-speaking of money, i didn’t mention that alice is adopted. but she is. and because this is some really realistic shit, her biological parents left their fortune to their only daughter in their will before they died. and her parents tried to tell her about it but she always kind of refused because she didn’t like the idea that anyone but the kiblers were her parents. but when she turned 18 the money became available to her and she became rich as fuck. like i said, realism. i think it makes more sense in her bio? maybe not. idk.

-this meant being on daisey’s level for once. they were BOTH wearing designer clothes and that was basically alice’s dream come true. 

-though she still did cheerleading with daisey at st. etienne’s, she did theatre by herself, and started to become her own person. sort of. 

-about 6 months ago daisey found dirt on alice. for seven years alice thought daisey didn’t write down anything about her because they were friends, but it turned out it was just because she never did anything daisey deemed good enough. and then their friendship was over. she kept doing cheer but it was awkward as fuck.

alice’s personality:

-ok for a long time alice’s personality was just her mimicking daisey and being really stressed out about it. she was just kind of a shell who was really nice to people but that was fake as fuck.

-she’s so superficial. she’s so vain. she has to look perfect at all times and when she doesn’t, 80% of her attention in on the fact that she doesn’t look right.

-everything is about alice. she has to be the lead in every play. if she’s not on the top of the cheer pyramid she will make whoever is regret it. she can only have a conversation for so long before it becomes entirely about her. if all eyes aren’t on her, she’s not getting the attention she needs. and that means no one loves her. logic.

-basically she has extreme attachment issues and anxiety all masked with some super fun narcissism. 

-despite this, she does want to be a good person, especially after she stopped being friends with daisey. she just doesn’t know how. 

-she is a terrible judge of character.

-she loves her family more than anything.

-she loves stereotypically “girly” things like shopping and clothes. 

-being a cheerleader made her get really into football and basketball.

-she’s stupid good at drinking games. especially flip cup.

-she has a bunch of followers on instagram and when she feels shitty about herself she uses that to feel better.

-you have to force her to admit to having a negative emotion. 

-she orders so much take out, like girl you need to stop.

[just-another-winchester]

Marry Me

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader (with sort of x Jared)

Word Count: 2,409

Warnings: Talk of suicide, depression, slight immaturity in reader

Summary:  Reader is getting ready to marry the man she loves, but his best man may be the real love of her life.

A/N: Nothing much to say, hope ya’ll like this! Love you! Tell me what you think!!!

FEEDBACK IS MY SUSTENANCE!!!!

Credit to @amanda-teaches for all her help. And @katymacsupernatural for helping convince me this wasn’t a bad idea.

 It was never what you would have expected, being engaged to such a wonderful man like this, your wedding fast approaching and your heart beating even faster.

This wasn’t exactly what you’d envisioned for your life, you really just figured you would be a crazy cat lady or something. It just seemed easier than opening your heart to someone when it could potentially be broken so easily.

You had always been more of a loner, preferred it to crowds. If you trusted someone, got close to someone, you could get hurt, and you refused to allow that. You tried to play the role of strong young lady with a feisty spirit.

But inside you’d been dying, your heart wasn’t the kind that could take much pain, though you suppose no one had that magic ability of not really being bothered by things. Most people were either not human, or hid it much better.

Yet here you were, your heart had been opened to this man more than a year ago, and you’d not been betrayed or disappointed like you had learned to expect from life. On the contrary, you were going to be married next week, you could see your life coming together in front of you.

Now you thought of moving into a house, having kids, finally doing something important with your life.

Sure being in the public eye was never ideal, but you could use it to your advantage. You had gained millions of followers over a couple days just for knowing Jensen Ackles, but your marriage engagement to Jared had changed things for you forever.

You’d known Jensen since you were a kid, he’d been your closest friend, like a brother.

For a while you bobbed in and out of friendship, while you were in high school studying how to say ‘good day’ in french and taking calculus Jensen was out doing things with his life already.

You’d gone through moments where you had been furious at him for leaving, believing he was a bad friend, but you always knew how wrong that way, in truth he was the best friend you could ever hope for, he had his own life to live, and you had always been the one to encourage him to live it.

After high school you went on to college, Jensen’s career took off, and you couldn’t have been more proud of him, but aside from phone calls and the occasional text message, he was out of your life. You’d told him you didn’t want to be involved in that, any of it. You knew he’d be big, he was what you’d call a heartthrob.

You never liked the idea of being well known, you liked the darkness, it was easier to hide away and not be known. If you made a mistake, it was barely noticed, but if Jensen did something, it would last forever.

You didn’t want to be part of that life, where strangers knew your name and you could have people hate you just for knowing or caring about someone the way they wanted to care about someone. You’d seen crazy fans throw fits about their favorite celeb being besties with someone that wasn’t them, or someone they didn’t deem worthy.

As much as it hurt, Jensen understood, and for a while, you two went your separate ways. Jensen did more jobs, got more popular, a couple teen magazines and boom, your best friend was the big deal you knew he would be, and you were left in the darkness, just like you’d wanted.

It wasn’t until a year or so after college that you two met up again. You’d been in a bad place, college was harder than you expected, you were studious, but you had to work night and day just to get a C, you wanted to do better than that, but you never did. School, it was just harder for you.

You’d spent so long calling yourself stupid and an idiot. You had barely graduated, even with tutoring and special help, you didn’t see school turning out like that.

Long story short, you got real low, and you tried to kill yourself. Obviously it didn’t work out that way and your family called the only person they knew who could lift your spirits. Jensen flew out in the middle of shooting an episode of his show, even though you’d gone separate ways, you both still cared about each other, and you never would have admitted it, but he was still your best friend.

Jensen travelled back and forth for a while, he called you every day, you woke every morning to a random text message, a quote from the episode he was in the middle of shooting, a smiley face, or just three words that reminded you there was a reason to live.

Finally Jensen had the brilliant idea getting you a job on the show, and just dragging you around to stay with him.

You did love to travel, and so without hesitation you agreed.

It didn’t take long to prepare. Jensen explained most of it, and although it all confused you, you didn’t care. You weren’t thinking about the other workers, the rest of the cast. You would finally be with your best friend again. You probably wouldn’t even remotely be noticed either, you were sure of it.

Before you knew it you were in your new job. You were a cameraman. Well, camerawoman technically. The job was enjoyable, and the people you worked with were amazing, but Jared.

Jared was like Jensen’s guy version of you. It was incredible, you both hit it off immediately, you got along so well, and it didn’t take long for him to ask you out.

You weren’t exactly the best when it came to relationships, as Jensen could attest to. You just hated opening yourself up to someone, it scared the hell out of you, but he was sweet, and you liked him. So you said yes.

Long story short, it worked out, and now here you were, sitting in a diner with Jensen eating lunch like you do every Saturday.

“No, I saw you first, you should be my maid of honor, I really believe you would look stunning in lavender.” You said to him,

“I’m not wearing a dress.” Was his only response.

“Who said anything about a dress? I was just thinking color. It could be like a leisure suit situation or something.” You suggested, Jensen nearly choking as he took a sip of his drink.

You smirked at him, trying not to laugh.

“I think I’ll stick to a regular black suit, as Jared’s best man.” He said to you, earning a pout

“C’mon! That’s not fair, Jared has other friends, and family. I don’t have anyone other than you.”

“You have plenty of people, just ask someone on set.” Jensen suggested

“This is supposed to be a very important thing, I can’t just ask some random coworker to be my maid of honor.” You argued

“Well unless they change is to manservant or butler of honor, I can’t help you.”

You groaned at the man and ran your fingers through your hair.

“I’m friendless, you know I typically don’t get along with females.” You said to Jensen

“I know you always start a cat fight because you have serious temper management issues.”

“I do not,” You argued

“You do too.” He stated

“I do not!”

“You do t-”

“I don’t like you!” You huffed,

“I’m not surprised, you rarely like being argued with.” Jensen took another sip of his drink as you grumbled under your breath how mean he was being to you.

“Jay I’m serious! I just… c’mon I don’t have any girlfriends. Other women just annoy me.” You huffed

Jensen softened and gave you a sad look,

“That’s because you have a thing against allowing people to care about you.” He stated

“Did you miss the fact that I’m getting married to someone I’ve barely known a year?” You questioned

“No, did you miss the fact this is someone I had to promise you every night was a good guy who you could trust? When you first met him you were like a scared little kid, you hid behind me like he was the scariest monster ever.” Jensen pointed out

“Okay, it’s not my fault I was intimidated, he’s a large man, and so are you so it’s easy to hide behind you.”

“How about your old college roommate? Uh,.. Tabitha?” Jensen suggested

“What, the girl who stole my car? No thank you.” You muttered

“You got it back,” He pointed out

“Yeah, and it came with the free scent of her spilled perfume and questionable stains on my back seat.” You said

“She was acquitted of those murder charges.” Jensen joked

“Not funny Jensen.”

Jensen put his hands up in surrender, “I’m sorry, look I know you have other friends, you’re just too afraid to admit that they’re friends. What about Gen? Or Sarah? Or half the crew?”

“I haven’t seen Gen in more than a year, and Sarah, I don’t think she’s be interested.” You sighed, “Maybe we should just go to the courthouse and not worry about a wedding.”

“Just because you can’t find a maid of honor?” Jensen asked “Months of planning and you wanna call it off for that?” He gave you a skeptical look as you sighed softly, shaking your head.

“I was kidding, I’m not that childish.” you said to him “Even though I’m surrounded by you strangely loving idiots I still feel so lonely sometimes. I mean, I hate doing girly stuff and yet I find myself wanting to go shopping, get my nails done. Girl stuff.”

“You realize there are plenty of girls that you know that would love to do that with you. Hell I bet Jared would do girl stuff with you, he has the hair for it.” Jensen chuckled

You just rolled your eyes at him as you finished your drink, your food all gone, plate practically licked clean.

“Can we just go now please? I kinda just wanna take a shower and go to bed.” You said softly,

“No.” Jensen stated.

You had no idea how much you really meant to Jensen, he had seen you like this before, just tired, always in a slump, never really wanting to be out yet always wanting to be out. It used to confuse the hell outta him, but he came to understand it.

“What do you mean no?” You demanded

“I mean no, if I take you home you’ll take a shower and go straight to bed. It’s One in the afternoon Y/N, you already slept in. I know how you are when you get like this, I am not giving you a chance to get back in that slump.” Jensen stated

“Maybe I’m just tired.” You argued as he stood up, you following him

“Yeah, and you’re tired because you’re depressed. Are you taking your medicine?”

You licked your lips as you followed him out the door, not answering his question and looking away from him.

“Y/N!” Jensen sighed, knowing what the silence meant, “You’re supposed to take that medicine for a reason. It’s supposed to help you, you need to take it.”

“All that stuff does is make me sad, I can’t get real low but I can’t feel really happy either, I hate that.” You muttered

“It’s a hell of a lot better than getting real low don’t you think!?” the large man said as he climbed into the driver’s seat of the car.

“No I don’t! I hate just feeling… mediocre. It’s a miserable feeling, I wanna at least have the possibility of being happy and having a great day. Like yesterday, that picnic, I never would have had such a good time if I’d been on that damn medicine.”

“That’s not true,” Jensen argued

“Actually it is true, don’t pretend to know Jensen, you have no idea what this feels like, how terrible it is to feel the way I feel half the time!” You said to him

“I don’t need to know! I’ve seen the result in both of my best friends. I’ve seen the lowest on you and I will not let that happen again.”

Jensen’s voice was low, he was clearly holding back emotion and trying to remain calm. Jensen had been so affected by what happened when you tried to kill yourself, you had no idea how much it really tore him apart.

He felt responsible for everything. He’d claimed to be your best friend, to love and care about you, but all he did was abandon you, and leave you to go through life alone. He knew what a hard time you had opening yourself to people, he knew why he was your only friend.

He remembered when your parents called him, when they told him you had tried to commit suicide. He’d spent months hating himself for it, blaming himself. That was a little less than three years ago now, and he still couldn’t forgive himself for leaving you alone.

How you looked when he’d gotten to that hospital room, you were so small, and so frail. It broke his heart. Even though he hadn’t spoken to you in a while, not a day went by that he didn’t think about you.

He felt like he’d failed you, and even still, you’d opened your eyes and smiled at him. You had just tried to take your own life, and the man who let you down walked into the room and it made you smile.

He didn’t understand it, especially when you immediately started crying after, but all he could do was try and be gentle as he held onto you, hugging you for dear life.

That whole ordeal was past you both now, but he still remembered it, and it broke his heart every time.

He did everything he could to take care of you, he tried to make sure you took care of yourself, took your meds, ate and all that typical stuff that kept you sane and alive. You still had bad days, everyone does, but for the most part you were okay.

Jensen, however, was not. You were better, and that made him happy, but you were also about to marry his best friend,

When he was in love with you.

MY TAG LIST IS WIDE OPEN!!!

Dream Team

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[kaiofmotunui]

This Ain’t a Fairy Tale | Tikai

Who: @tiaisms & @kaiofmotunui

When: Saturday, May 19th

Where: The Charming Dance Hall

What: Kai comes clean to Tia about his YouTube offer.

Kai couldn't stop fiddling with the collar of his jacket. He hadn't agreed to do anything -- sign any contracts, verbal agreements, nothing -- so none of this was official, so why was he so terrified to tell Tia about his YouTube Red offer? Probably because no matter which way she reacted, he'd lose something he loved. If he stayed, he'd have to kiss this awesome career opportunity goodbye. If he went, he'd have to say goodbye to Tia because that was what they always did when he left town. The only third option that would actually end up well would be if she supported him and he could travel guilt-free which, knowing Tia, was not going to happen. Kai sat at their table, and chugged a plastic cup of punch before she rejoined him from wherever she'd gone. "I got us some punch -- help yourself," he slid a plastic cup across the table, not exactly knowing how to do this. At all.

Tia was secretly kind of happy this was her last prom. As much as she claimed to love this particular dance, she'd totally outgrown high school things in the past year and if it hadn't been for Kai's mandatory attendance, she probably would've forgotten it altogether in favor of planning for the last @ Pack party of the school year. But since she was there, she was still going to have as much fun as possible. After dragging one of her besties out onto the dance floor during a fast girly pop song, Tia returned Kai's side giggly and out of breath. Taking a dainty sip of the offered punch, Tia grinned gratefully and then pulled him in for a super quick non-lipgloss-smudging "thank you" kiss. "See, this is why I love you so much. You're total godsend." She laughed airily before finishing off the rest of the punch.

Kai let out a sigh when Tia kissed him and told him why she loved him. This was going to be so much harder than anticipated, but hey -- maybe since she loved him like she just said, this would all work out. Of course, he said that last summer, too, when they broke up....but this was bound to be different! "Nah, I just know you get thirsty out there on the dance floor," he smirked, crossing his hands in front of him. "So I kind of have some news! And what better way to tell you than right here, under the twinkly lights of this....prom...." He looked around nervously, unable to cut right to the chase. "You wanna hear it now? Or wait til later?" Maybe if he waited til later, he'd catch her all lovey and glowy right after the basically-one-year-anniversary of their first time sex.

Tia immediately tensed up once Kai announced he had news. There couldn't possibly be anything good coming if he was being so nervous to tell her about it. "Tell me now. Are you being held back?" She demanded, with an undeniable edge of hopefulness. Knowing Kai and how he'd only planned to stay in Walt until he graduated high school anyway, Tia had been avoiding thinking about him leaving town with an intensity that only doubled after she'd been "basically abandoned" by her sister. "Are you going bald? Did you forget how to do DJ stuff? Did you cheat on me? Why is prom a good time to tell me about it? It wasn't with one of the Tweevils was it?"

Kai couldn't help but let out a laugh when Tia started rambling. She was so cute. God, that just made it so much harder. "Whoa, whoa, slow down -- none of the above," he smiled sadly, before reaching across the table to take her hand. "You know I'd never cheat on you. Or go bald. But actually, my news isn't all bad, it's actually kind of cool." He sighed, mustering up the courage to just let it fall from his lips. "You know how I just hit two million subscribers on my channel? Well, shortly after I did, I got an email from YouTube Red -- it's like YouTube's Netflix -- and they kind of want to do a series about me. Traveling and making music, since they know I'm graduating soon and will have time to do that. And it wouldn't be forever it would probably just film throughout the summer and have promo throughout the next school year which would only make me be gone for like...a year! And that's not that long, you know? But I haven't said yes or anything yet and I still might not, it's just...on the table. And I figured you should know that it is." He gulped. Now he was the one rambling.

Tia immediately felt sick now that Kai's news was out there. Her worst fear was coming true and he really was leaving because of his youtube channel blowing up and it wasn't even for a lame reason she could understandably be pissed about. This was amazing news for Kai and it would be evil for her to put it down. Fixing her face into her best smile, despite the turmoil bubbling underneath and her months old promise to be more open emotionally. "That's so nice for you! What do you think you'll tell them?" She asked brightly, her hands clenched so tight underneath the table that her nails were biting into her palms.

Kai gulped once more, even more unsettled than he was before now that Tia had actually responded. Because she seemed...suspiciously cool about it. He could have been naive and just took her coolness for what it was and answer her question truthfully, but he had to be cautious because something was telling him that she was just a ticking timebomb waiting to explode about this. "Uh...I don't know! It would be nice to have another year to think about college before I actually go -- if I go -- and you know how much I love to travel and this would be so good for my channel and I'd be getting paid to do what I love so no more peddling vinyl records to people here..." He had to rein it in, for he knew he was saying too many good things about this to even pretend like he was thinking of saying no. "...But you know, if I don't go I've got the radio and you. So it's like, there's really no bad choice here."

Tia unclenched her fist slightly, if only to just avoid breaking the skin. She could just tell by the amount of things he was saying in favor of leaving vs just her and the radio that it wasn't an especially hard choice for him to make. "Yeah, there's no bad choice. I'm super awesome. But five-ish things are more than two, are you really sure that you don't know yet? I mean, how long ago did you hit that two million and you're just telling me now?"

Kai shrugged. "I mean, yeah five is more than two but...one of those two is a huge priority." He paused for a moment. "You -- you're the priority. And like, I wanted to be sure this was something I even wanted to do before I brought it up to you. So that's why I waited so long. And the only reason I'm really even bringing it up now is because it sounds like a better and better idea every day...But I don't want to mess us up. That's like, the last thing I want."

Tia wished she could feel better about the whole thing when Kai called her the priority but she couldn't for the life of her make the sick painful feeling go away. "It's the last thing I want too. But ...I think it will." She admitted softly. "You clearly want to go and I'd be the absolute worst person in the world if I made you stay just so we can stay together. I mean, it's not like we haven't had an exasperation date since you got back last year. I think you should go."

Kai felt his face fall when she said that it was going to mess them up. That alone made him reconsider his almost-made-up mind. "I want to go but I also want to stay!" he shrugged. "But I really want to go. Like, so bad." he pouted, hating himself for the fact that this was so important to him. "I don't want us to have an expiration date, Twinkle. I mean -- we have little slip-ups here and there, but when I come back or stop messing things up, you're always here. I mean, just five minutes ago before I even brought any of this up, we were doing great! I have hope for us."

Tia felt so weird having such an emotionally devastating chat smack in the middle of prom. It was like some kind of surreal nightmare that she'd only have after bingeing on way too much pizza. "Then go Kai! I'm telling you right now to go! I love you so so much, but I... don't think I have hope for us." Tia paused, almost shocked at herself for saying so. "How many times can one couple even break up and make up and still expect to stay together forever? The answer is probably way less times than we've broken up. Besides, I can't handle being ditched twice in one year. Especially not by my sister and boyfriend. So maybe this is a sign that we should just go ahead and end us for good. For good, for good. And on really good terms this time?"

Kai 's heart could have stopped when Tia said she didn't have hope for them. "That's just our thing!" he tried to defend, "You know, we're two big personalities that clash and break up all the time but then we always find our way back..." It was so weird sounding this desperate, but this was the longest they'd ever stayed together, and while he was totally expecting a breakup from this, he wasn't exactly expecting something as permanent as what Tia was describing. He was nearly speechless. "I -- I -- " he stammered, "I don't want this to be over forever. But if you don't think we can make it, then I guess breaking up for good...and on good terms...might be what's right. Even though I think I'll always have hope for us."

Tia was fighting like crazy to keep up a calm pleasant exterior as she basically ripped her heart right out of her chest and smashed it flat on the table. She was sure at least one nail had to have actually broken the skin on her palm but the effort of extending her focus to anywhere that wasn't just her expression or Kai felt impossible to muster. "That's fine, I guess. And I'll always love you but yeah this is what's best for us, I think." She stated robotically, rising up from her seat and bending down to gently press on last kiss to Ksi's cheek. "I'm gonna go find Iz and Sage now. Sorry for ruining your prom and good luck with youtube, okay? Bye." Giving a tiny stiff wave, Tia turned away from Kai and took off to locate her friends before her perfect control wore off and she became a sobbing heap in the middle of the Charming dance hall.

Kai felt his breath hitch, his body freezing to match Tia's stoic tone. He finally snapped himself out of it when she stood and made her way over to him. "Hey," he tried, reachng out for her, "Hey," but there was no stopping as Tia's lips pressed against his cheek for a moment. "No, wait -- I love you too, Twinkle --" But she waved him off and turned around. Kai stood, prepared to run after her, but the way Tia beelined to go find her friends told him that she did not want to be chased. So, instead, he slumped back down in his seat and watched her walk away from him, before he could do that to her. And boy, was it a shitty feeling.

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Of Course You’re Cute (Hanji Zoe X Fem!Reader) (Modern Au)

You finally had a day off.

Usually, you loved your job. Everyone you worked with was amazing, you had a passion for it, and you didn’t have to deal with shitty customers, so you couldn’t really complain. But recently work had been kicking your ass. Hard core. You hadn’t had a true day off in weeks, even on your weekends you got stuck having to do something work related. It was driving you insane.

Today you had decided to go full out with relaxed. Messy hair, pajamas still on, no bra relaxed. This is just what you needed today. Sitting on your couch you decided to watch whatever trash television came on, indulging yourself in whatever junk food you wanted. The only way that could make this better is if she could get Hanji to come join her, sadly that would not come true. Hanji still had to go into work today, so you were on your own today.

It was around 4 pm when you decided to make some late lunch for yourself. As you made your way to the kitchen you could feel your phone start going off, alerting you that someone was texting you. Check your phone you saw a familiar name on the screen.

Hanji Zoe💝

Smiling to yourself, you unlocked your phone and read they text, realizing how much you missed hearing from them. It was weird for you to not hear from them often throughout the day.

HZ: Hey girlie, just wanted to let u kno we missed u at work 2day. Didn’t feel as fun with out u :(

Your heart skipped a beat reading that text, Hanji always seemed to make you feel special like this. No wonder why you fell for them so hard. Quickly you texted them back.

(Y/N): I missed you too. While a day off is amazing I miss having my bestie here by my side :cc

Placing the phone on the table, you began to gather the ingrediants you needs to cook some noodles. Rather simple meal but you didn’t want to do much today. You went back to the fridge and retrieved a bottle of beer. Once the water was boiling and the pasta was put in the bowl, you set a timer and went back to the couch. Cracking open the beer, you began watching some weird show about fish tanks. You chugged a bit of the beer in order to truly enjoy this true masterpiece of a show.

By the time the alarm went off you had zoned out, getting really into this fish tank show, damn you animal planet. Walking back to the kitchen you took care of your noodles, ready to dig in as soon as possible. Just as you were about to head back to the couch, noodles in hand, someone knocked on your door.

Rolling your eyes, you placed the bowl of noodles down and went to see who was at the door. It was startling that someone was here since you weren’t expecting anyone. But when looking through the peephole you were greeted by the sight of Hanji, fresh out of work with a pack of their favorite beer in hand. You stood their for a second longer admiring Hanji and how nice they looked today. Their hair was up like usual but they were wearing a nice suit, one that seemed to appeal more to Hanjis androgynous side. You could appreciate Hanji like this forever. You snapped out of your thoughts quickly and opened the door for Hanji, allowing them inside.

“(Y/N)!!!!” Hanji threw themselves on you, crushing you in their embrace. You couldn’t help but laugh at Hanjis over the top hug. God, did you miss them. The door closed behind Hanji with a loud bang.

“I can’t believe you came to see me, I was only gone for one day!!” You said, acting like you didn’t love them being here.

Hanji pulled themself off you and placed their hands on your shoulders, looking into your eyes with a lovely smile plastered on their face. “How am I supposed to enjoy my day when I don’t get to see my favorite person!! And you can’t be angry with me when I brought beer for us.” Hanji began dragging you through the apartment, right over to the couch. “What were you up to? I hope you weren’t thinking of me too much!” They said playfully.

‘Oh Hanji, you never leave my mind....’ you thought to yourself.

“Oh watching some weird shows on tv and I just made some noodles for myself,” suddenly remembering your noodles your eyes widened and you jump off the couch running to them, “MY NOOOOODLES”. They sat alone and cold where you had left them. You ran back to the couch and placed your noodles on the table in front of you.

“HAHA YOU ARE TOO CUTE SOMETIMES, OH MY GOD!!” Hanji was in hysterics over your antics and wait a minute, did they just call you cute??? You felt your cheeks redden at the thought of Hanji thinking your cute, especially now.

“Pffft, me, cute?? Have you seen me?” You said trying to be playful and poke at Hanjis comment.

This seemed to shut Hanji up however. They looked over at you with an Intense gaze. “Of course I mean your cute, your my favorite thing to look at.” Hanji had taken a seriously tone with this statement, which was unnerving for them.

You felt all attention on you and began to feel embarrassed. Looking away from Hanjis gaze you said in soft voice, “you don’t mean that, your just saying it cuz we are best friends.” You tried your best to make it seem like you were not upset with the possibility that Hanji was just saying this, but it did hurt. It hurt so much thinking that Hanji didn’t feel the same about you.

Hanji stood up and kneeled down in front of you, placing their hand under you jaw to make you look at them. Their face was serious. “No, I mean it. Your my favorite thing to look at, I wish I never had to stop looking at you. You are my favorite everything. I want you to be mine.”

Your eyes widened in shock as the words left Hanjis lips. You couldn’t believe it, this was almost like a dream come true. No. This was a dream come true.

Being unable to find your voice in that moment, you wrapped your arms around them and kissed their lips. Almost immediately you could feel Hanji throw their arms around you, holding you close to them as they kissed back with as much passion and want as you. The kiss lasted for 30 seconds but you wished you could continue forever.

Hanji looked at your face, bringing a hand up to move some of your hair out of your face, then laughing. No, this wasn’t Hanji being rude, this was Hanji laughing in relief that their long time love had accepted and returned their feelings. Their laugh as contagious, making (y/n) join in with them.

Once the laughing calmed down they looked back into eachothers eyes, smiling as they realized how good it was to realize that the other felt the same.

“So, I guess we gotta start going on some dates now, huh (nickname)?”

“Oh shut up and watch this stupid fish tank show with me, ya dork”