#and the thought of being present for that while im so sore is uh

[maplehazelnut]

I dared to lean on my arm while watching TV last night and now I'm all sore and lethargic this morning!!!! I've iced it and taken tylenol and I'm thinking the next step is gonna be to go to the massage place at the mall after this. Maybe 30 minutes of them working on the area will give me some relief. Massage has helped before but my fingers aren't strong enough to rlly make any progress. Like at all. I just end up with sore fingers on top of a sore neck.

[messycunt]

Hey there! I really love your twst hucow au, and I get really excited when I see you've posted something new about it!

Im into agriculture and livestock showing/judging, and I have a bit of info about it that I think would be fun to kinda add to the au!

Did you know that there is a whole division for shows that center around breeding cows? Like some are brought out pregnant, or some even with their babies to be evaluated on how well their pregnancy and kids turn out. In real life it's to judge which one will produce the best potential offspring in the future, so I thought I might drop that knowledge here lol. Who knows, maybe handler! Or Hucow! Reader might have a few ribbons of their own?

I hope you have a good day!

I didn't know that actually! but this is giving me some ideas hmmm

cw: hybrids(hucows), lactation, breeding kink, pregnancy kink if you squint, exhibitionism ig

characters: Crowley, Malleus, Ace and Deuce 

ok follow my thoughts here right 

Seasoned breeding cow reader who has a few blue ribbons under her belt. She's considered one of the best in show overall. 

Being the highest grade cow on the farm there's no one better fit than you to breed with Malleus; the highest grade bull. Not even gonna dance around it, the equipment he's working with is hefty enough to kill you if he's not careful, but he is and it's ok your perfectly built to handle him. And that's not to mention his otherworldly stamina. Oh you poor thing you didn't really think his seed finally taking meant that you were spared from your daily rendezvous did you?

Crowley himself is the one to present you in any shows you attend, well when he has the time to. He's so proud of you, you know, and he's sure to remind you of that fact while rocking himself into you from behind and his hands over your full tummy. Washing over your face with wet kisses-

anyways

You're used to it, standing on a high up platform, put up for show in front of hundreds of strangers under unbearably hot spot lights. Crowley is sure to do a good job at showing you off to the judges, gropping at your sore leaking breasts and even dipping a finger or two deep inside of your pussy in an attempt to show off uh, something. Its embarrassing but you do bear it, and with a complacent grin on your face no less!

it's become standard for Ace and Deuce to be involved in one way or another, of their own instance of course. They play it off like they just want to be as helpful as they physically can it's only right! the real reason, though, is cus they know your milk must taste best when your body is preparing for a calf. Why else would it be in such high demand when you're with calf???

[jacobsbigmelons]

Now, hear me out, Jacob x Dylan? Terribly sorry if that’s not in your range of expertise/comfort, I just gotta get the question out as a shipper. If it suits you, though, maybe some fluff with Jacob in general would be cute? I know your “bro (passionately)” fic was hella good and I’m a total sucker for just cute fluffy stuff.

hey anon! i’m not the best when it comes to ships since im more of a x reader kinda guy but im a man of the people 🫣 so i’ll try !

Beating around the bush

Jacob Custos x Dylan Lenivy

cw: jacob and dylan fighting off the romantic tension to the point where the vine “oh my god they were roommates” plays perfectly here.

OH- and for the sake of my own sanity, emma and jacob aren’t a thing here because i have no clue how to write a smooth scene where they casually split or whatever smh.

oh and spoiler alert i’m making the roommates joke at the end of this lol

Faint crickets chirped in the distance as moonlight lit up the cabins as best as it could, Jacob and Dylan were in their bunk beds thought the sudden voice of Dylan and the response of Jacob clearly showed they were awake. “You up?” Dylan said as he was tapping his fingers on his chest to fidget a bit.

“Huh? oh uh well I was starting to drift off but not anymore” Jacob put it bluntly, he rolled onto his side so his ear is in the air so he can both lay down while hearing what Dylan had to say. “My bad, but like can you come down and give me company. Lonely on the bottom bunk” Jacobs eyebrows furrowed not because of annoyance but merely because of his tired state but for some reason he just couldn’t find it in himself to say no.

“Ow- fuck, uh gimme a sec” Jacob moved too quickly as his elbow met the wall, the slight pulses of pain were rather uncomfortable. The sound of sheets moving before he hopped off the top bunk made the cabin slightly creek. “Heh, sup dude” Jacob sat next to Dylan who was now sitting up himself, stretching a bit as to not tire himself out. “Long day today huh?” Dylan spoke. “Dude, so uncalled for by Mr.H to go on that long ass hike, i mean I personally enjoyed it until my legs started to get tired” Jacob whined as he spoke with his hands while talking, something Dylan enjoyed about him.

“Well you definitely got the build to enjoy stuff like that” Dylan said while pointing to the not at all handsome dude in front of him without a shirt on. Yet he did all that without presenting the pink tint on his cheeks now. “I guess you’re right, sight for sore eyes i’m sure” Jacob said. “Do you ever shut up when it comes to talking about yourself?” Dylan said making sure to make his tone sound not malicious at all but mere teasing.

“Well i’m not shutting up until you make me” Jacob has a slight smirk on his face, “I mean…I can think of a few ways” the silence only adding on to Jacobs thoughts, clearly they both had similar thoughts but didn’t wanna say anything, the silence spoke every word they couldn’t. “Uh…haha…I think i’m too tired to think about how you’d do that man” Jacob rubbed his eyes to add to the bit.

“Just putting my cards out on the table.” Dylan said, whether a joke or not Jacob added onto it “What, you looking to go at it on a table?” Dylan was thrown back by his reply as the two broke out into laughter, “Well I mean there’s always room on the table so we could always y’know…do more” Dylan finished off before Jacob turned against Dylan. “Eww, you’re gross dude!” He said giving Dylan a playful punch on the shoulder. “No see! I’m not gross, i’m just more vocal about my thoughts, you just keep this stuff tucked away! So the only reason i’m being accused of being ‘gross’ is for my consistency!”

The two laughed a bit longer before the room fell silence again, though with a bit more uncomfortable tension unlike before. “Just in case, if I ever joke around and I like cross a boundary or something…just tell me?” Dylan broke the quietness, “Nah you’re good man, but…when you do joke and shit…do you like, mean some of that stuff?” Dylan always made flirtatious jokes, a bit to Ryan when they first became friends, and most of the time they were directed to Jacob. But he never expected to be confronted with this kind of question. The urge to lie was there but he felt wrong lying to the person he feels deeply for.

“I mean…like I said. No jokes this time, my cards are on the table…so I mean, I guess. Yeah. I like you a lot, you’re a good friend and all that. So, if you ever…wanna give a guy named Dylan a call and ask him out or whatever, i’m here.” Silence yet again filled the air which only made Dylan want to double back on what he just said, he definitely didn’t expect to spill his guts to his crush. “But if you don’t I totally get that I mea-“ His words were cut off by the feeling of long awaited lips against his, he was shocked at what was currently going down, was Dylan even conscious?

They pulled away quickly as they just stared into one another’s eyes as they felt more drawn to each other in the moment, they simply reconnected lips once again, Dylan putting a hand on Jacobs waist and likewise. “Uh.” They awkwardly laughed in unison, almost like they both knew they weren’t expecting this. “Color me impressed, Im pretty speechless, not too often this happens” Dylan admitted. “Well, uh” Jacob scratched the back of his neck. “We don’t have to talk when we can like…show it.” Jacobs voice which was much more louder earlier now turned soft even kinda sweet was showing and it only made Dylan smile. “But guess what?” Jacob was trying not to laugh as he spoke his question.

“What…?” Dylan asked with concern laced in his voice along with a raised eyebrow. “oh my god they were roommates.” Dylan playfully smacked Jacobs chest as all he could do laugh while trying to protect his bare body. “You just killed such an intimate mood dude.” Dylan said now slightly annoyed but more or less happy overall as he saw Jacob filled with all this joy, it was contagious really.

“Worth it.” Jacob said while cackling as they attempted tried to sleep in the bottom bunk together, the crickets still chirping as the moonlight illuminated the two peaceful lovers.

[cuddlesslut]

Part Five: Friends

Atsumu x fem reader, Suna x fem reader , Hinata x fem reader

A/N: ahh this took me so long to write sorry guys! Been having a tough few days. But we are back in the game. So This chapter is mainly the relationship between Hinata and YN! I love Hinata so much im actually thinking about making another series with him after this one is done. Let me know if y’all would be interested. I decided to put a little NSFW scene in but there is a warning.

Warnings: Angst, some fluff, Smut. And more Angst.

Part Four: Chance Encounters

Part Six: Promises

The night you spent with Hinata is no less than amazing. You don’t remember passing out, but your eyes open from your groggy sleep. It takes you a moment to register that this is not your room. Your eyes widened realizing you had stayed the night which was not something you’d had planned on. You take in your surroundings Hinata lays behind you and arm draped over your waist. Your heart speeds up as you understand how close he is to you, his face nuzzled close to your neck. You could feel his light snores. Oh my goodness! You screamed in your head IM IN A MANS BED! AND HES CUDDLING ME! You had never slept with anyone other than Atsumu let alone cuddled. So this was a lot to process. The hardest thing to understand was why it felt so nice in his arms. You quickly shook that thought out of you mind, you probably were just touched starved you rationalized. That’s why you lie to yourself when his grip on your waist tightens and he pulls you closer to his chest, saying it doesn’t make your heart flutter your just nervous.

“Good morning,” he smiles his voice gruff from sleep. “What time is it,” he questions seeing that you had already been awake for a moment.

“I’m not sure,” you admitt rubbing your head, a twinge of pain zinging threw you. You were slightly startled when he leaned over your body reaching for his phone on the nightstand. A heat creeped onto your cheeks at the proximity of your naked bodies only a sheet separating him from your sight. Although the tenderness between your legs showed that you two had been plenty close the prior night. Thinking of some the activities that transpired last night caused more embarrassment to consume you. You did things with this complete stranger that had taken you forever to work yourself up to with Tsumu. You body was sore from the multiple rounds the ginger had put you through, his stamina was insane, although you couldn’t complain he aimed to please. He laid back down in his spot next to you checking his phone.

“It’s about to be 9:30, he yawns rubbing the sleep from his warm chestnut eyes. You peek over at him getting a better look of his physique in the daylight. Your eyes widened because damn was he hot. He laid on his side propped up on one elbow as he stared at the screen of his device. Your eyes trailed down his exposed chest and abdomen his defined abs and pecks on full display for you. As you look farther down the blanket falls carelessly over his lap one leg peeking out. You raised an eyebrow at the little peek of a tan line you could see. You were broke from you trance as he asks you a question.

“You wanna go get some breakfast?,” your eyes widened “ I’d offer to cook but my fridge is still pretty empty and plus my cooking sucks I’d hate to make you suffer through that,” he chuckled. It was too much this is supposed to be just sex, and breakfast sounds to much like a date, too domestic. You sit up quickly holding the sheet to your chest.

“Ah no I can’t, i-I uhhh need to go,” you stammered looking around the room for your clothes.

“Hey, hey it’s fine,” he try’s to calm you seeing how anxious you are. “you stay right here I’ll go grab your clothes and let you get changed,” he said standing pulling a pair of boxers on. You nodded and steadied your breathing as he went to gather your outfit from last night.

“There you go that should be everything,” he laid the pile on the bed next to you, “uhh sorry about your underwear,” he smiled nervously reaching his hand up to rub the back of his neck. You looked down at the pair of torn lace panties siting at the top of the pile.

You returned an embarrassed smile, “it’s okay,” you assure him.

“Well I’ll be in the kitchen making some coffee, uh the restroom is right out the door to the left if you need it, uhh take your time,” he said excusing himself to give you some privacy.

You take a moment to breath before you start to dress yourself. It felt a little strange to not have on underwear but you guess it’s a small price to pay for the pleasure you felt last night. You won’t lie you definitely needed that stress relief. You quickly finished putting yourself together before exiting the room seeing Hinata standing there at the counter full of confidence for being in only boxers with coffee mug in hand you notice his smile that never seems to stray far from his face just as present.

“Would you like a cup,” he asked gesturing to the still half full pot of coffee.

You smile politely smile before shaking your head no. “Uh I need to get going I have class today, but ..” you trail off trying to figure out how to word what needs to come next. “umm look thank for the offer for breakfast and you know for last night,” he breaks into a big smirk at the mention of last night’s activities. “ but I’m not looking for a relationship so it’s probably best we leave it off here,” still smiling, yet not as big as before, he nods. You breath a sigh of relief.

“No worries I get it.”

“Well in that case, goodbye Shoyo, see ya,” you gave a small wave before exiting his apartment.

Hopefully, Hinata thinks to himself wanting to in deed see you again.

As much as you swore it was a one time occurrence you kept finding yourself back in Shoyo's bed. It was always the same you’d head to your bar, sit in your usual spot, order your usual drink and before long you’d see the orange haired man take his seat next to you. The first time you saw him after your lust filled night together was rather awkward. You were surprised when he sat to you and struck up a conversation like you hadn’t had a one night stand just last week. But the chatting was always so easy going you honestly didn’t mind having him around. Plus with him there less men were trying to chat you up. That second time you met him you told yourself you’d keep your pants on but a couple drinks and several laughs later you’d find yourself in his bed with the ginger in between your legs. You could never find it in yourself to be angry at yourself afterwards ,And while this started happening more frequently it was rare you’d stay the night like that first time. Usually getting an Uber home after getting dicked down. You couldn’t lie it was exhilarating being with Shoyo. Although if you were still pretty hammered Hinata would insist you stay not wanting something bad to happen on your way home. He’d offer you his bed while he opted for the couch. Eventually your routine changed you both swapped numbers and soon enough you weren’t meeting at the bar before heading to his place you weren’t needing the aid of alcohol to loosen you up before finding yourself in his bed... or his shower or really any surface in his apartment. You were both insatiable. In time you weren’t rushing away immediately after. Choosing to indulge him , you’ve come to realize that Hinata really enjoyed cuddling and aftercare. Always lighting up when you’d let him pamper you after a particularly rough or extensive session. He’d gladly spoil you after every round but you were still hesitant on to much intimacy. But occasionally you’d satisfy his want for cuddles. Although you’d deny it you rather enjoyed laying in his embrace feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat lull you to sleep. That was another change you no longer accepted him sleeping on the couch when you stayed overnight not wanting to be an inconvenience but also knowing he’d never allow you to take the couch you stopped him one night stating that you’d like him to stay. His eyes lit up as he pounced back into the bed.

But you stayed firm in the fact that you weren’t looking for a relationship and he assured you that he understood and was okay with the arrangement. And that’s how it’s been for the last two months. It had been seven months since your relationship with Atsumu had ended and you would have never guessed that in seven month you’d be in a casual friends with benefits relationship with Hinata. And that’s what you would call yourselves, Hinata was your friend and you his. You steadily got to know each other more and more about each other’s lives. You were a little concerned when you found out it wasn’t solely beach volleyball he played but you put your worries to the side volleyball was a big enough sport. Right? All in all you’d say slowly but surely you were getting happier. You found yourself thinking of you know who less, and some of the pain was starting to subside. Although that distrust was still there. You were still broken. As close as you and Sho got there was still part of you that couldn’t trust yet. How did you know he wouldn’t get bored of you just like the setter had. You weren’t ready to put yourself up to get hurt again. You wanted to trust Hinata he was an amazing guy so kind and understanding never pushing you past what you were comfortable with. He constantly looked out for you checking on you during some of your intense study sessions as you readied for finals always making sure you were taking care of yourself and not overworking. If you stayed over he’d always make sure to set an extra alarm so you wouldn’t be late for class or work. It meant so much to you how much he cared but you just couldn’t believe in it , you had believed that Atsumu cared about you yet that was a lie. Who’s to say this wouldn’t end up just the same. That’s why you wanted to just be friends, a small part still kept a window of hope open that one day it may be more but it wouldn’t be fair to Hinata to bring up any of this while filled with so much uncertainty.

NSFW below if you’d rather not read it skip the first three paragraphs.

You laid there breaths ragged as Hinata pinned you to the bed your legs pressed to your chest as he pounded into you relentlessly. This was his favorite position he loved being so close to you being able to see all of the pleasure in your face as he worked your body over, your tits bouncing to the rhythm he set.

“Sho,” you moaned your thoughts clouded as he built up yet another orgasm, this was your third one since you had stepped foot into his bedroom.

“What’s that baby?” He smirks as he see you struggle to form words. He loved making you like this. Eyes crossed as you gasped for air, craving the release he’d give you. “Fuck beautiful you know how much I love it when your so fucked out you can’t speak straight,” he laughed. You smile at him happy to provide him with what he likes. Hinata was getting lost in his lust. He freed one of your legs letting it rest against his shoulder as he grabbed his headboard for a better angle as he started drilling into you. A loud whimper ripped threw you. You felt so full as his cock reached so deep into you. You knew you were done for and Sho could tell as well , “ that’s it beautiful go ahead and cum for me, fuck your so gorgeous like this,” he groaned as he followed you into his own release spilling himself into the condom.

You laid there breathless. Hinata stood disposing of the used rubber, he exited the room going to grab a soft wet rag and a glass of water making sure to clean and rehydrate you before climbing back into bed and pulling you onto his chest. You both laid there for a while catching you breath, your head resting on his chest arm wrapped around him as you nuzzled further into him. You could feel his heartbeat start to stabilize. He trailed one his hand up and down your back in a very soothing pattern. It felt amazing honestly laying here with him was better than anything you had ever experienced with Tsumu.

You couldn’t see it but Hinata laid there with the goofiest grin as much as he loved sex with you this was his favorite part. Holding you in his arms so tight calming you while you are still so vulnerable. He wishes it could be like this all the time. That he could wrap his arms around you at anytime to hold you whenever he wants, to wake up to your beautiful bed head. He pushes those thoughts to the side as much as he wants you to be his he knows you aren’t ready and the last thing he’d want to do is rush you. You had told him a while back about your ex and everything he had put you threw and how betrayed you were by his actions. You never told him who your ex was and he didn’t ask it wasn’t his place you’d tell him if he needed to know and he knew that. He hated how much your ex had broken you but all he wanted to do was to do his best to fix the damage done. As much as he wanted to be able to call you his , he was happy to wait.

You were finally back to normal but you weren’t ready to leave his embrace. You decided to strike up a some casual pillow talk. You asked him about his day, how his morning run had went. He asked if you were excited about graduation seeing as it was only a month away. You told him about some annoying customers you had at the cafe this morning. You were smiling up at him laughing at the story story he was telling when his eyes lit up!

“That’s right I haven’t told you yet but I made it through try outs!” He boasted. “ I made the team!” You could see the happiness radiating off of him. For some reason you got an unsettling feeling in your gut. You put it to the side.

“THATS AMAZING SHO!” You yelled launching forward wrapping him in a tight hug. “What team?”

“I’ll be playing for the MSBY Black Jackels,” he grins. You feel everything slow down. The words are still processing in your mind. No it can’t be! Why? Why did it have to be his team! Out of all the teams in Japan why did Hinata have to go to the one who’s starting setter ruined you. Suddenly all of the thoughts and memories of Atsumu that had been hidden from you recently came crashing back to you. You wanted nothing to do with him. You couldn’t do it, for the same reason you had pushed away all of your friends and uprooted your life you couldn’t do this, you couldn’t let him back into your life you weren’t nearly ready for him to be in anyway connected to your life. All of the these overwhelming thoughts at were crashing over you were interrupted when Hinata asked his question. One you knew the answer to but couldn’t give to him.

“We have a game next week, would you come watch me play?” He smiled at you. You looked up at him saddness in your eyes. You quickly stood up gathering and putting on your clothes. Stammering for a response. Hinata sat up in alarm at your sudden actions he could sense something wasn’t right. He waits for you to speak seeing you try to form your words. Now fully dressed. You looked up at him his normally smiling face wasn’t there instead it was a face of worry.

“ I-I can’t Shoyo, I can’t go to your game,” you looked around grabbing your purse and phone, “I need to go Sho.” Hinata was now standing he was so confused everything was just fine what had gone wrong. Had he pushed you to far? Was inviting you to his game to intimate?

“Wait YN,” he said reaching for you he need to know you were okay.

“ I’m so so sorry Shoyo I just need to leave, I’m so sorry,” you said frantically looking into his eyes trying to truly express your sincerity in your apology. It wasn’t his fault. He was just excited about his dream and here you were ruining the moment. You always ruin everything you chastised yourself. With one last woeful look you were gone out the door. Hinata was left there in utter confusion. He let out a sigh before sitting back down on the bed letting out a groan of frustration.

You closed the door to your apartment with a thud finally allowing the tears you were keeping in to flow free. You kicked off your shoes before throwing yourself onto your bed. You let out a scream of frustration into your pillow as sobs over came you. The exhaustion of the day took you over and soon you were out like a light.

You woke up a couple hours later it was only around seven o’clock and your stomach was growling. This wasn’t going to be a good night. You look at your phone seeing several texts and a missed call from the ginger. You let out a groan, first you needed food and then you needed booze. You went to your bathroom taking a quick shower finally cleaning your post sex body. Before putting on a simple outfit. You slipped out your apartment door and out into the Tokyo night. You stopped at one of your favorite food stalls getting a small bowl of ramen to warm your tired soul. Normally you’d head to your Usual bar but you couldn’t there was the chance of running into Shoyo there and that’s not something you were ready for. You pulled out your phone finding a bar not to far out of your area, it had a sleeker vibe but maybe a little change would be good. So with that you head straight there. Its more crowded than what you were used to. It had a more lively crowd than you local bar. There were couples dancing and large groups of friends standing around and laughing. You head to the bar starting off with two shots straight back to back. Tonight wasn’t a night you wanted to go easy. You sat down at the bar nursing the drinking you had just ordered. You thought back to the incident with Hinata, he must hate you, you figured. He was always there for you yet one mention of you ex and you couldn’t even suck it up to be happy for him. You hated that. He deserved better than what you gave him. You were getting lost in your thoughts letting you mind go down a rabbit hole. Finally you looked up from your drink eyes scanning the bar. And that’s when it happens your eyes lock onto each other from the other side of the bar. It felt like all the air in your lungs suddenly evaporated. It felt unreal like you weren’t really seeing him standing there. He looked just as stunned like he had just seen a ghost. He snaps out of his first and when he starts to walk towards you it finally hits you that it’s really him. You finally breath and when you do his name leaves your lips.

“Suna,”

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[fabricated-misslieness]

Can you write a scenario where reaper,mccree and genji find out that thier s/o was playing Overwatch as them? (Btw they dont know that they are in the game)

Genji, McCree, and Reaper x gender neutral reader

Imagine that in real life like, a war veteran, finding out they were put inside a video game. Without being told about it. Finding out like 6 years later. And they got everything about them spot on.

Set post-Overwatch Disbandment and pre-Overwatch Recall.

Requested: Yes

Genji Shimada

He started getting suspicious when he heard voices that sounded eerily similar to him, coming from your game.

It’s not like you weren’t wearing headphones, it’s just that your volume was fairly high. Which is sort of worrisome but let’s move on.

It was the first time he’d been in your bedroom while you played your game, one that you gushed over a lot. He always wanted to know the name and play it himself, being the fellow gamer he is. Not only for his enjoyment, but to play with you as well.

You always dismissed him when he asked, though.

“Our enemies are weak, this is our chance.”

He perked up when he heard his voice. He decided to brush it off. Maybe the voice actor just sounded like him.

“THE DRAGON BECOMES ME!”

He had a dragon.

He snuck a glance at her, the cutie was lounging on her bed in the corner of the room.

He then snuck a glance at your screen.

You were dashing around, blade out, getting those kill resets. The blade looked just like his, the hands looked just like his, it looked just like his perspective back in the Overwatch days.

He snuck over to you, leaning over your shoulder just as you died. For the record, that death was to the hands of a Roadhog hooking you right after you killed their squishies, so you don’t feel that bad.

While you were dead your teammates pushed the payload to the objective and the first round was over.

“(y/n).”

“Ah! Oh, Genji.”

Thankfully you were on push to talk.

Though you looked a little nervous, glancing from him, to the screen, back to him, and to the screen again. “Is that.. me?”

The reason why you didn’t mind him and started playing was because he usually wouldn’t show any interest to the other games you played. You really need to turn down that volume.

The second round was starting. Because you played him last round, the game automatically hovered on him.

It was like looking at yourself in the mirror for Genji.

“Uh… yeah.”

Genji went silent for a second. Because of the mask, you couldn’t see how he’d reacted.

“That’s so cool! Does he sound like me?” If you had non gamer headphones he would probably steal one of the buds.

“Uh yeah, he also looks like you.” He could see that, so why did you mention that? Oh. You changed the skin to Blackwatch Genji.

“That looks just like me from back then!”

He was too excited to be creeped out, so cherish this while he was distracted because right after admiring himself in game and the similarities, there will come questions. He asks too many questions.

He’s definitely playing this game now. People will think he’s a soundboard.

 

Jesse McCree

Even if he sucked at video games, he wants to play them with you. Even if they’re competitive, even if you play with strangers, even if he would suck at it.

He just wanted to bond with you.

He was especially interested when you mentioned shootin’. He was good at that in real life, so why wouldn’t he be good at it in a video game?

That was his logic, which was certainly very wrong but you knew not to argue with the idiot.

With how charming he was, he managed to get you to agree to show him the game. You looked nervous, as if you’d seen a ghost. Then he saw all the heroes.

It was a sight for sore eyes, seeing his old teammates.

It brought emotions but those were nearly all of them, so was he also there? His eyes landed on one of the hero’s portraits that looked just like him.

“Who’s that?” He pointed at it, but he knew the answer already.

The color left your face. “O-Oh, that’s McCree.” You were aware that was his last name, right?

“Click on ‘im, let me see it.”

Yup, that was sure as hell him. He made some jokes here and there but he was seriously creeped out. He encouraged you to show him the gameplay, which you did reluctantly.

“What’s that ability?” He pointed to the rolling ability.

He didn’t let you answer, pressing the keybind for it.

The character on screen rolled forward, which made him chuckle. “I don’t go rolling around the battlefield every,” He glanced at the cooldown. “6 seconds. Usually I roll behind cover.”

You rolled your eyes, “This is a game Jesse.”

He jokes as a coping mechanism, but after he runs out of jokes, he’ll be asking questions until he needs to take another breath.

He focuses a lot on the voice too. He thought his voice was unique, so who the hell voiced the video game?

 

Gabriel Reyes

He was always suspicious about you and your games, not because he’s old and old like Jack, but because of how similar the heroes looked like his past and present colleagues every time he glanced at your screen.

So one day he just sat next to you.

You glanced at him for a second but you were in the middle of a team fight so you had to bring your focus back into the game.

He looked at the guns and the hands, they looked just like his. The character would even throw them out of his hands when they were out of ammo, just like he did.

Then you got your ulti. The team was losing, so as a last resort, you ultied.

He couldn’t hear what the character was saying but he could see him now that it was in 3rd person pov.

It was him. Exactly him in his mission clothes.

“Honey, what the hell?”

You weren’t on push to talk. The dead teammates started laughing as you clutched up the fight. “Who was that?” They asked.

“Uh, don’t worry about it.” You replied.

“No, bro, I’m worrying ‘bout it. That sounded like Reaper, though I’ve never heard him say ‘honey’!”

You bickered with your teammate while Gabriel watched.

“Yo, I’m sending you a friend request, I need to know!”

The round ended and you won the game.

“So, was that me?”

He was definitely creeped out and slightly awed at the same time. He had tons of questions, which you unfortunately had to answer as best you could. After the talk with you, he was going to talk to the tech savvy people of Talon about this, avoiding Sombra.

She probably knew about it and would tease him, so he definitely didn’t want her to find out.

[jiminspjm]

Christmas Wish + P. Jimin

:: this is my present to @chimknj !! merry christmas! im so sorry this is late :(( stupid tumblr wouldn’t send my asks!! i still had fun otherwise. anyway, i hope u had a merry christmas and enjoy your gift! 💓 ::

⇢ [characters] : park jimin x oc 

⇢ [rated] : NC-17 (strong language)

⇢ [glossary] : angsty fluff, oc whines, me trying to be funny, they makeout?? so there is that :) this is just bad okay

⇢ [index] : 1.6k

⇢ [preface] : none.

“I’m really sorry, little one I promise I’ll make it up to you.” Jimin’s soft voice echoed through the receiver. 

You felt tears begin to well up in your eyes, as you swallowed roughly. Clearing your throat, you smiled to yourself. 

“It’s fine Chim! Honestly, you can’t control the weather. Besides, at least you’ll get another day with the boys.” You spoke softly, picking at the threads of your blanket. Jimin was silent for a few moments, the only sounds you picked up were the boys’ obnoxious giggling in the background. 

“It’s not fine. I feel terrible, I wanted to spend Christmas with you. We haven’t missed one since we got engaged. I’m breaking a streak here.” You stifled a laugh, and rolled your eyes. Huffing under your breath, you fiddled with the piece of jewelry on your ring finger, the gems reflected off the dim lighting of your living room. 

“Oh, quit your whining Park. Better hurry back, or I’ll eat those cookies your mom brought over.” You snorted as he gasped. 

“You wouldn’t.” He spoke lowly. You hummed, looking at your nails.

“Oh but I would, so you better hurry back!” You spoke as cheerfully as possible. Jimin’s chuckle came from his end. “I love you, be safe. Tell the idiots I say hi.” 

Jimin was silent on his end for a moment, before he softly said, “I love you, little one. Merry Christmas.”  Blowing breath from your mouth silently, you bite your lip as your grip on the phone became tighter. 

“Good night Jimin,” you said, pausing for a moment, “Merry Christmas.” You said so quiet you didn’t even know if he heard you, as you brought the device away from your ear and ended the call. That night as you laid down in your bed, you rolled towards the side which Jimin normally sleeps on. Staring at the empty spot made the bed seem bigger than it actually was. You felt your eyes begin to burn once more as you finally surrendered yourself to exhaustion. 

-

You weren’t sure what time you woke up, but it was still dark outside when the front door to your flat creaked open. Confused, you slowly sat up in bed as you rubbed your eyes. You jumped a bit when you heard something break. Stilling yourself in bed, you blinked in the darkness of your room. Quickly ripping off your sheets and scrambling off the bed, you backed yourself into a corner near the window.

Well fuck, Jimin isn’t home? Is someone breaking in? What the hell do I do? This is the worst way to die. 

You felt yourself begin to panic as all these scenarios ran through your head. Taking a deep breath, you decided to stay calm and just think of the best way to approach the situation. You didn’t really have much time to think because the intruder was coming up the stairs. Internally swearing, and planning your funeral, you looked for some sort of way to defend yourself. Scanning your eyes across the room, you blinked through the darkness to try and find something. Eyes skimming over your vanity, you saw your hairspray and made a quick grab for the canister. Tripping over the rug a bit, you tried to calm your breathing as you stood by the bedroom door. A low swear was the first thing you heard before the bedroom door opened slowly.

Adrenaline decided to kick in as you closed your eyes and aimed the nozzle blindly at your assailant. Holding your finger on the nozzle, you looked away as the product expelled from the bottle.

“Please don’t kill me! Please, please, my fiancée will be mad if I am dead and then we have to cancel the wedding, and I really like my dress, and also I haven’t had sex in like a month so PLEASE! Just wait a few days and just-!” Your pleads were cut short when an arm snaked around your waist, and walked you back towards the bed. At this point nothing was spraying out of the can as you opted for trying to knee your assailant in his genitals.

“Fuck, woman your aim is terrible and you just wasted half a can of hairspray.” Jimin grunted, pushing your body on the bed. Wait, Jimin?!

You stopped your thrashing immediately and blinked up at Jimin in the dim lighting. 

“Jimin?” You whispered, letting your body sink into the mattress. “What the hell are you doing?” It was still dark outside, so the only light present was from the moon that shone through the half-opened curtains.

“Uh, incase you forgot this is my bed and my house,” Jimin spoke, leaning his face closer to yours. His hands were now situated on either side of your head, the weight of his body warmed your exposed skin. 

Rolling your eyes, you pushed him back slightly, hoping he would move. 

“I meant, what the hell are you doing here in our home when you should be in the states still.” You questioned, flicking him on the side of his head. 

“Ow, what’s your problem?” Jimin asked, bringing a hand up to his sore head. 

“My problem?” Your eyes turned into slits as you glared at Jimin. “My ‘problem’ Park Jimin, is you! Here I am trying to sleep and you sneak in at, God knows’ what hour! Scare me to death, and here I am trying to defend myself with a fucking hairspray cannister! While your dumbass sneaks in, and nearly gives me a heart attack! So my ‘problem’ Park Jimin is the fact that you are laughing at me right now.” You cut your rant short when you begin to hear his giggle as he leans into your neck. Huffing, you begin to feel frustrated tears in your eyes for no reason at all. To say the least, you are embarrassed. When you begin to sniffle, Jimin ceases his laughter and pulls back from you.

“Woah, hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Jimin asks, prying your hands away from your face. You shake your head, crossing your arms over your face. Jimin sighs, and you feel his weight leave your body. Soft footsteps pad to the other side of the bed, a quiet click resonates through the room.

Behind closed eyes you can see a warm glow emit through the room. Sniffling, you feel your arms being pulled away from your face. Shaking your head, you try and resist as Jimin pulls.

“Please, little one. Look at me.” Jimin speaks softly. You relax into his hold, as he gently pulls your arms away. A few seconds pass before you feel his hands slide up your face. His rings are cool against your face, as he thumbs circles under your eyes. “I am sorry for scaring you, and in all honesty I was trying to surprise you.” He snorted. The corner of your mouth twitched a bit, making your nose scrunch. Jimin smiled as you slowly opened your eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the now dimly lit room. 

You blink up at Jimin, his plush lips pull into a grin as your eyes flit across his face.

“I hate you.” You murmured, looking him in the eye. Jimin snorts, but his eyes never leave your face. His hair was short, and a light shade of silver. The strands were pushed back, revealing his forehead. His face had a healthy glow- the tan skin stretching across his strong jaw. His plush lips were pulled into a stupid, cocky grin. 

Leaning closer to you, he grinned even more. “You know, for someone who says they hate me, you seem to like to look at me.” Jimin teases, dragging out his syllables. Mustering your best glare, you squint at him and try to ignore the fact that your cheeks are burning. Looking away from him, you try and block out his laughter. Jimin looks down at your flustered state, and tries not to laugh, but he thinks you are so adorable that he can’t help it. You on the other hand, are trying really, really hard to be mad and find any reason to ignore your fiancé. In all honesty though, you didn’t need to be mad. All he wanted to do was surprise you, but your just a big crybaby.

“_ _ _,” Jimin spoke your name gently, causing you to turn your head to look at him. He looked at you, sincerity in his eyes. “I am truly sorry for scaring you and laughing at you. Those were not my intentions, all I wanted to do was surprise you because I promised you I would be home for Christmas this year, and the last thing-,” You were tired of all this rambling, so you leaned up and pressed your mouth against his.

Jimin's’ words became swallowed against your mouth, as he reciprocated the kiss. His lips were soft and there was the faintest trace of vanilla on the tip of his tongue. Groaning against him, you carded your fingers in the strands of his hair and pulled him impossibly close. Jimin grunted against you, taking your bottom lip in between his teeth and pulling it back. His hand gripped tightly around your thigh, winding it around his waist. Kisses becoming breathy, you pulled back from Jimin as he continued to sponge kisses against your neck. 

“J-Jimin,” you whined. He hummed against your skin, sucking slightly on the skin behind your ear. “Let go or I w-won’t forgive your sorry ass.” You said, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible. Jimin chuckled lowly, squeezing the flesh of your thigh. 

“Hmm, but what about the sex you were whining about when you thought you were gonna die?” Jimin teased, smirking down at you when he saw your eyes widen. 

“Okay, now I am definitely not forgiving your sorry ass, Park.” You retorted, beginning to wiggle out of his grasp.

“Wait no I’m kidding, please suck my dick.”

[teenytinyapprentice]

(same headcanons anon) honestly i'd die for that kind of long post sdhfbsjhgbjfd but how about the main cast? layton, luke, flora, and emmy (and perhaps others you'd consider as part of the main cast), i'd really love to hear your thoughts!

GhKdjsfhds UH sure I’m not even sure how to go about organizing any of my thoughts so how about I just give you a whole bunch of random thoughts about the puzzle family + co  in jot note form (sorta)  and you can take from it what you will … disclaimer: Im sure some of these contradict canon and I’ll forget I even came up with them/said them in this and contradict myself but also I am just having fun here and don’t care sfdhkjfhskjglgf

Hershel has an unusually small appetite and prefers lighter dishes to anything heavy or too rich

Emmy and Desmond are both pretty artistic. Emmy mostly focuses on her photography but also enjoys drawing while Desmond actually enjoys painting (mostly water colour) although he’d loathe to let anyone but Raymond know about his hobby until he’s much older - Hershel on the other hand can’t draw For SHIT.

Desmond hair turns totally grey pretty much overnight when he hits his mid 60s while Hershel’s hair doesn’t turn white (slowly but surely) until he’s almost 80. It’s a sore spot.

Luke has his picture on walls of restaurants pretty much everywhere he goes from winning those “eat this giant meal and get it for free” competitions - he wins them on accident most of the time and has forgotten about a lot of them

The Puzzle family will spend at least one major holiday in Monte d’Or with Randall, Angela and Henry - it’s always a huge event and they all look forward to it

Emmy reunites with Layton and the rest of the puzzle family shortly after the events in Unwound Future having heard about the attack on London and realizing delaying seeing the Professor again might mean she just /never/ sees him again (considering his preoccupation for danger) - she just misses Luke leaving but does get to meet Flora and is a huge influence on her becoming more independent and standing up to the Professor

Desmond reunites with the Puzzle family partially on accident after Diabolical Box. He sort of planned to drop in on Hershel and give his little brother a heart attack but it ends up being less smooth and more awkward and difficult than expected… he drops in on occasion but doesn’t make a habit of sticking around too long until much later (influenced by rebuilding some kind of fragile relationship with Lucille and Roland)

Alfendi grew up in orphanages - he’s aware of his biological mother but has no relationship with her. He meets Layton and Flora as part of an investigation (no I haven’t put much thought into exactly what) - he and Flora strike up a funny friendship and when Layton hesitates to have Flora really join in on the investigation Alfendi and Flora do a mini-investigation of their own. They both end up proving to be formidable investigators, but mostly really befriend one another… which in turn strongly influences Hershel to ask Alfendi’s permission to foster and eventually adopt him

Flora does learn to cook later in life but excels more in baking - Katrielle helped her often in the kitchen growing up which is why she loves sweets so much

Flora has a growing interest in robotics that really kicks off when Gizmo (the robot dog from Curious Village) first breaks down when she’s home alone and she has to repair him - Desmond specifically encourages this and helps teach her, Hershel signs her up for a robotics camp upon her request realizing how much she enjoys it

Hershel thinks it’s HILARIOUS that Lucy calls Alfendi “Prof” and literally never stops giving him a hard time over it 

Flora and Alfendi learn to fence, Flora is the better of the two of them. Luke takes up karate inspired by Emmy’s fighting style (and is a terrible, terrible fencer. Just plain awful). Katrielle tried a variety of sports growing up (acrobatics, track and field teams, soccer, floor hockey, variety of dance classes etc.) but never really stuck to anything

Alfendi used to smoke but quit after Forbodium and was never able to get back into it

Emmy used to sneak Alfendi and Flora into horror movies against Hershel’s wishes before Flora was old enough to sneak Alfendi in herself

Flora hit a major growth spurt bout a year after UF and towers over Hershel (and most of the family) at 6”0 tall. Alfendi is a bastard and stole her thunder by matching her height by the time he was 15

Hershel and Flora are both autistic

Flora still visits St. Mystere on occasion - more so when Bruno passes to keep an eye on the residents of her hometown. Her and Lady Dahlia have a complicated but still loving relationship

Luke writes a LOT of letters when he first moves to America to keep up with his friends in England (and all over) - this dwindles down over time but he sends monthly letters to Hershel, Flora, Arianna and Crow until he eventually moves back

Alfendi used to dye his hair black as a teenager but had terrible upkeep and lots of roots showing so he grew out of it in a year or so

Alfendi suffers from chronic migraines and pain exacerbated by Forbodium, which is why he really hates leaving the house/office unless absolutely necessary (he also just isn’t a people person) 

The amount of people the Layton’s refer to as their aunt/uncle is confusing as hell. Lots of the Professor’s old friends get aunt/uncle status (for example Uncle Randall, Uncle Henry, Aunt Angela, Uncle Desmond, Aunt Emmy, Uncle Wright, Aunt Maya, Uncle Andrew, etc.) - specifically confusing around Luke who’s referred to as both brother and uncle

Raymond and Alfendi are actually very close

Luke moves back to London to officially work as Layton’s assistant after he graduates high school in America but also travels independently more often

Raymond has been Desmond’s primary caretaker since his pre-teens. He’s the closest thing he has to a father-figure but they’d never call it that, but it certainly a strong familial love and loyalty - and Des did end up adopting Raymond’s last name “Sycamore” and keeps it post canon when he officially hangs up his persona Descole for good

Flora works a variety of odd jobs before she follows through on her passion of robotics and electronic design

Hershel and Alfendi both have terrible fashion sense

Hershel eventually does tell all of his children (and Desmond, Emmy, Randall) about Claire. It doesn’t get much easier to talk about, but he’s always relieved when he says it

Hershel still has some kind of relationship with Dimitri and Clive. It’s… complicated. Real complicated. But present.

Emmy doesn’t have a relationship with Bronev after the events of AL - she does try but ends up needing to cut it off for her own sake

Luke writes stories inspired by his and the Professor’s adventures - but he tries to keep it a secret while he’s writing, too self-conscious to think of letting anyone let alone Layton read them just quite yet

Desmond actually really likes working with children, finds their presence refreshingly honest (even when they’re little shits) - and really only remembers this when he’s surrounded by Layton’s children in the future

Flora calls Hershel “Dad” or “Professor”, Luke alternates between “Professor” “Hershel” (occasionally “Dad”), Alfendi calls him “Father” or “Hershel” (occasionally “Dad” as well) while Katrielle almost exclusively calls him “Papa” 

Hershel actually once genuinely almost forgot his name was Hershel because of how many people in his day to day just call him “Professor” or “Layton” and its a little jarring hearing his first name sometimes 

Flora was homeschooled while Alfendi and Katrielle attended classes at public school - Alfendi and Katrielle were both notorious trouble makers but for very different reasons

All of the Puzzle kids (Luke, Flora, Alfendi and Katrielle) are trans and are like the perfect sliding scale of The Type of Name You Choose For Yourself When You’re Trans from exceedingly normal to obscure

Luke’s full name is Lucas but literally no one calls him that 

Alfendi’s two personalities go by “Al” and “Fendi” (the latter being the post-Forbodium personality) respectively, but will respond to “Alfendi” regardless of who’s fronting 

Hershel, Emmy and Katrielle have lovely singing voices. Alfendi cannot sing at all.

Luke and Flora both learn to drive while Alfendi and Katrielle never do - Luke learns to ride motorcycles but will still scream the whole time if Emmy takes the wheel of ANY vehicle

Luke in all sincerity owns hiking heels and its the worst thing he owns probably

AND OK. thats all I feel like writing right now but sure take that hopefully some of these are at least a bit funny or interesting to read fhdskjghsd

[lukesbum]

Dark Heart: Part One

a/n: hi guys/anyone who stumbles upon this! this is my first fic and i’ve been wanting to write this story for a while, so if there are any kinks please give me some slack until i get the hang of things!! like/share/give me feedback!! im going to be posting this in parts and i think there are going to be a lot! im already editing part two, so give that a read when i post it!! 

a hogwarts!5sos fic. enjoy. 

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Rosemary hated potions.

The professor never had office hours, the room smelt like burning hair, and frankly she just wasn’t very good at it. She would read and read and read, practice tons, and had potions memorized to the point where she could recite the ingredients like you could recite the alphabet, but for some ungodly reason her perfectly measured components would blend together in every and any way but the way they should have.

Her best friend Mikey would try to help her out, he showed her all of his tips and tricks that earned him an A in potions every year, but his tricks weren’t in the recipe. If she couldn’t even master the recipe then why in god’s name would she stray from it???

“My way is just so much easier, Rosie.” Mikey would say, shaking his head and laughing at the frizz her hair was taking on by the second. “If you do what I’m telling you to do then it’ll make it easier to get a perfect end result.”

“Mikey, I can’t just...not follow the directions.” Rosemary had told him this time after time, but he just wouldn’t drop it.

It wasn’t until her professor asked her to stay after one day that she regretted not listening to her friend.

“I want you to work with Ashton on your upcoming project. He’s my top student, you could learn a lot from him.”

“Who even is Ashton?” The thought of working with a stranger on something that was such a large part of her grade put a pit in her stomach and she could feel her palms beginning to sweat. “And isn’t Michael top of the class? I’ve been working with him and-”

“I adore Michael, I really do, and while he has been earning nearly perfect scores I think Ashton would be a much better teacher.” The professor shrugged and gave Rosemary a small smile.

“Well, why can’t I just meet with you? I know you don’t do office hours but-”

“Miss Dare, please. You’ll be working with Ashton Irwin and that’s final. I’ve asked him to meet you here tomorrow at noon, does that work?”

Rosemary just nodded, not wanting to talk back to her professor for a second time.

She didn’t even have the energy to go back to the common room, solving a riddle did not sound appealing when Rosemary was giving herself a headache from worrying so much. Rosemary had her friends and that was that. She never really went beyond them because her anxious interior presented a somewhat bitchy exterior that strangers got a taste of and chose to leave it at that. Even Calum considered never talking to her after the first night they met. After both being sorted into Ravenclaw, the two shy first years found themselves seated together at a then very intimidating table full of older kids who already knew each other. Rosemary kept giving Calum clipped answers to all of his questions and wouldn’t look up from the plate she was picking at. To say he was surprised when she sat with him in the common room the next day- even if they just sat in silence while he drew in his sketchbook and Rosemary read- would be an understatement.

Later, Rosemary found herself sitting with Calum and one of his friends- a Gryffindor- in the great hall for dinner. His friend was okay, she had met him more than a few times at this point and could tolerate him for the time she was forced to hang out with him (Calum never forced Rosemary to hangout, but she wasn’t going to deny Calum of having one other friend just because of her pre-decided dislike towards Gryffindors).

“Luke,” She interrupted whatever Calum was saying to pose her question. “Do you know an Ashton?”

“Ashton Irwin?”

“Uh,” Rosemary pursed her lips and thought for a moment. “I think so. Do you know anything about him?”

“Do I?” Luke let out a mix between a laugh and a sigh. “Yeah I know him. Why? You fancy him?”

“No. No, god no. I don’t even know who he is. My potions professor wants me to work with him on our next project.” With a shrug, she chose to omit the fact that the reason she was paired with him was because he was exelling and she was not.

Luke tapped his ringed fingers against the table, he was always trying to add something different to his uniform to make it..well, less uniform. Rings, painted nails, even makeup were all things he dabbled in. Honestly, Luke was hot. If it weren’t for the gossip Mikey had told her about how he’s been working his way around all the Hufflepuffs in their year then she would totally go for him.

“Well, Ashton’s a bit of a dick. I don’t think he’s rude, but he’s not pleasant to be around. I had divination with the blockhead and he was just kind of an asshole, didn’t even try and wrote off the class as bullshit.” Luke shrugged. “I got on well with him though. Overall a nice guy, I’m sure he’ll cooperate for your project.”

Rosemary nodded, the information made her a little less on edge about the whole situation. “Thanks. I’m meeting him tomorrow at noon.”

“Where?”

She looked at Calum with her brows drawn together. “The potions classroom?? Where else?”

“I just wanted to know. Jeez.”

With that the raven haired girl let out a sigh and started to stand. “Can we go now? Both of us?”

Calum rolled his eyes. “You just go, ya grump. I’ll meet you later.”

“Calum I just don’t have the energy to stand there and not be able to figure out the riddle. Last time a first year had to let me in. A first year.” Rosemary pouted. “Please? I’ll give you whatever  homework answers you want.”

“You really think I trust your potions homework?” Calum smiled and stood. “Bye Luke.”

___

Rosemary had been sitting in the potions room since five minutes before noon and twenty minutes later she was still alone. Leave it to her to not appreciate Mikey’s help and be left to work with some lazy, rude, probably overall dumb-

“Are you Rose?”

Rosemary jumped from her stool and placed a hand over her chest. Jesus. Very smooth

“Hello?? Don’t tell me you’re stupid and deaf.”

She finally turned to face him. “Excuse me?”

And she thought Luke was hot.

Ashton was tall and had broad shoulders, his hair fell in loose waves to the nape of his neck and one curl sat on his forehead. He wore his uniform without a tie and had his pant legs rolled so you could see his deep green socks peeking out. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows exposing his forearms.

The boy smirked and walked towards her, placing a book down on the table and leaning  back on it with his elbows. Rosemary took in his uniform one more time, of course he was a Slytherin. His whole presence just carried cockiness with it and, frankly, she didn’t have the patience for that.

“You heard me. I’m Ashton by the way.” He stuck out a hand and all she could do was stare at his lopsided grin and bite the inside of her cheek. “Pleasure.”

Turning away from him, she opened her textbook and leaned forward to read the directions printed inside of it.

“Are you ready to start?” Ashton took a step closer to you, he was too close now and you could hear your heart beating in your ears.

Rosemary cleared her throat. “Yeah, but can you not stand so close to me?”

“Why sweetheart? Am I making you nervous?”

“Just-” She took a deep breath. “Personal space. Please.”

Surprisingly, Ashton moved to stand on the other side of the table and set himself up across from her. Once everything was in its place he held his hands out in front of himself. “Good?”

“Uh. Yeah, thanks.” She set up her own cauldron and avoided his eyes. “And it’s Rosemary.”

“What?”

“My name isn’t Rose. It’s Rosemary.”

Ashton let out a chuckle and raised a brow at her. “Same thing, darling.”

“Rosemary.” She huffed, seeing how her afternoon was going to turn out.

“Fine. Rosemary. Let’s start.”

Ashton turned out to be an okay teacher, just not a very friendly one. He followed what was written exactly and worked at a slow pace so Rosemary could keep up. She couldn’t help but stop to look at him a couple times, how could she have not noticed him before? His confident stature was one that demanded attention and even the sound of his voice was sexy. With tousled hair and large hands that knew exactly when to reach up and adjust it, she couldn’t see one flaw in his appearance. Even the flaw she could detect, his attitude, seemed forgivable when she was looking at him; his eyes and jawline, his prominent adam’s apple, and-

“Hello, did you hear me? Let’s call it a day, my arms are starting to get sore from stirring.” Ashton pushed a strand of lock from his forehead and shut his book, looking up at Rosemary as if inviting her to do the same.

“Sounds good to me.”

“Are you doing anything right now?”

She stared at him for a moment.

What?

“You mean after this?”

Ashton shrugged. “Well we’re done now so. What are you doing now?”

“Oh, uh,” Rosemary started packing things into her bag and kept her eyes trailed on the ground. “I’m supposed to meet with my friend Michael and-”

“Fuck him. Come with me.”

Excuse me? “Michael is my best friend so-”

“He’s a Puff right? I know ‘im. It’s fine, he won’t mind.”  

“What? How-”

“Well we-”

“Ashton.” Rosemary rolled her eyes and swung her bag over her shoulder. “Stop interrupting me. It’s really fucking rude.”

“Watch your mouth, sweetheart.” Ashton’s smile fell and he took a step towards her.

Oh. Rosemary’s mouth went dry and she knew the right reaction should be anger. The audacity of this boy to tell her how to speak as if she were a child? How dare a complete stranger stand there and reprimand you with that look. Although those were truly her thoughts, her body betrayed her. Her breath hitched in her throat and she knew Ashton could tell, her bottom lip went between her teeth and she felt heat in her cheeks.

“C’mon. You’ll have fun.” Ashton passed Rosemary and at the same time took her bag from her shoulder, shrugging it onto his own and standing in the doorway, expectantly. “Please?”

As if she had a choice.

[hazbinextgeneration]

These Few Moments

How does one decide another's worth? How does one predict another's personality or their impact they leave behind? Well unless you can see into the future and know for sure what you're dealing with then you're in for surprises. Which is what happened to him not too long ago. He could admit(just to himself) that he never expected to be surprised by someone he originally perceived as an easy pawn to his own needs. He never expected to be the one drawn to something so opposite of himself. But here he was, one moment minding himself the next- She didn't even know he was watching as she shifted through the small stack of papers in her hands. Her purple eyes narrowed and scrunched snout in thought. Suddenly her purple eyes lit up and she turned to him. He adverted his eyes just in time to not arose suspicions. "Everything seems organized already." "Is it now?" She nodded before leaning arcoss the desk to show him the neat stack of papers to him. His eyes glazed over the newspaper in his hand, raising a brow at her work. "Excellent! Now, why don't you put those away, Pet? Im sure you'll be busy with other things tomorrow." She rolled her eyes but leaned away. "Ok. I get the hint." He chuckled but sat back. A slight pang of pain shot up his left arm from the movement of his body but gritted his teeth and bit it down in front of company. Just a slight cramp from signing nothing but papers all day. Anyones arm would be sore....Come to think of it. How long had they been at this paper pushing fiasco? A couple hours by the way his wrist was feeling. He reached it out to grabb at the mug on the desk when another throb coursed through his arm. A single hiss escaped his gritted teeth which caught her attention. Her brow rose and she gave him a questioning look. "Are ...you alright?" His grin came back up. "Of course. Being tired is no problem..." His eyes glanced too the cup for a moment. "..Why don't you make yourself useful and get me some more coffee, Flower? Im going to need more energy if Im going to deal with this." "Alright. You're the boss." "And don't forget that.~" She rolled her eyes but received the mug whilst standing up. Grin still present on his face. She gave him another look before laying down the papers with her other hand and turning around. He waited for her back to turn and she was walking away before grimacing and holding up his sore wrist up to his face with a hiss. His muscles were cramped and tight when he moved the red digits. Just great. He rotated the pained appendage causing more pain and his eye to twitch in irritation. Mumbling to himself, he carefully set the wrist back down onto the desk and reached his good arm over to grab the papers. Slapping them down in front of him and staring at the words typed upon them. Eyes furrowed in irritation. He didn't notice the return of the lady who stopped momentarily upon seeing his annoyed expression. She frowned slightly upon noticing it. Did she do something wrong when she organized them? Or was he not happy with something written on it? She gulped down the rock in her stomach and put a smile on her face. "Hey." He flinched a bit and looked up at her. She held up the now warm mug. "You're drink's ready." He grumbled and made a motion for her to come in. She did but tilted her head to look at his face. "Is everything ok?" "Lovely," he grumbled. She placed the mug by his free hand and straightened back up. He didnt make an attempt to grab it at first and instead glanced up at her. "Amalfia.... Would you give me a moment? I....have something to take care of." She gave a puzzled look, but it was probably best not to argue when Lou was in a bad mood. So Amalfia turned and began making her way out. He initially cursed under his breath and subconsciously reached for the mug as he always did when he was irritated- ...The sound of a demonic cry and shattering glass made Amalfia jump and spin back around towards the desk to a very.....panicked scene. The plant demon hissed and clutched onto his wrist, the mug shattered in bits on the floor and liquid spilt all over the desk and by the looks of it him. Well she wasn't one to stand by while her boss was in pain. Hurrying over, her hand grabbed his shoulder. "Oh my god! Are y-?" His head snapped to her. "IM FINE!!" She immediately let go and stood back a couple steps back from the flashing red eyes. Taking a couple of deep breaths, he blinked and slowly slumped back from the tense pose he was in, giving a more calm look. The two stood there for a moment before Lou cleared his throat and excused himself from situation. Still clutching his wrist. ********************** The pain Hadn't reduced surprise, surprise. But instead hurt more if that was even possible ironically. Which irritated him further. The calm darkness of the room brought some ease to his mind at least, couldn't say the same for his hand, which was stiff as a board and slightly burnt from the hot drink spilling all over everything, but that one was on him to be honest. He sighed and stretched his body out slowly. It was going to be a long night with this problem. He almost didn't hear the knock at the door but looked up anyways. "...." Sighing he rubbed his face. "If this is a report for anything, it can wait until morning." There was a small silence, and he thought whoever it was left, when the doorknob turned and the door opened slowly with a creak. The plant demon rose a brow but stared in slight surprise when a white face poked into the entrance, she gave him an uncertain look before asking- "Do you still want me to leave?" "Uh...N-No. No. Don't just stand there." He gestured a hand. "Come in. And close the door behind you." She did but slowly. The door was closed with a click and she stood there silently. He regarded her with a raised brow before looking back down to his wrist. "Is there something wrong?" She didn't say anything for a moment but looked down in guilt. "Im sorry. " ".....Excuse me?" "I said Im sorry. I didn't know you would burn yourself...Im sorry." Silence. "Don't be." ...She blinked and looked up at him. "w-wha-" "You heard me. Don't apologize for something you didn't do." He glanced up at her from his sitting position. "It wasn't your intention to harm me was it?" "What?! N-No!" "Well there you go." "Why are you holding your wrist like that?" He gave her a questioning look and she pointed to his arm. "Are you ok?" she held out a hand towards him. When he didn't pull away she gently took a few steps and softly grabbed his good arm. Her eyes flashed confused worry at him. "Does it hurt?" When she reached her other hand towards his hurt wrist, he gave a sudden inhale of pain and he stopped. "Its...sore. Nothing I can't take care of myself." "I can see that." "I've suffered worse." "I don't doubt that, but you're more stubborn than a hellhorse." He gave an offended look but froze when she came around to the other side of him and sat down, gently taking his hand in hers. He gave her a confused look and she smiled. "I have an idea. My father used to have bad cramps and aches, my mother used to fix them easily. If you'll let me try that is?" When he didn't answer, she delicately pressed down on the sore flesh. Immediate pain spiked up his arm but he bit down any hisses and instead opted for digging his free hand into the mattress. Amalfia didn't seem to notice as she continued to carefully press down onto the tender flesh in strides. After a minute, the tightness in his palm decreased and he was left with a dull pain. She noticed his body loosened up on that tense aura and smiled. "Starting to feel better?" He hummed. "I suppose." His red eyes glanced over her working hands before trailing up to her face. "....You're solution is acceptable." A snort. "Just acceptable? Your way would've left you in another hour of aches and pains and acting like Midnight when one of her potions explodes." The comparion made him chuckle. "My dear. I am more capable of controlling my emotions than her." Purple eyes glanced up at him in amusement. "Oh? So acting like a baby because of a little cold air is capable control?" "Ill have you know that cold wind has severe damage on plant life, I have a right to be upset." She giggled. "Well, you're the boss." "And don't you forget that." "I haven't." She stopped and gave him a look. "To be quite honest, I think you're not given enough credit as far as Im concerned." His ears perked up at her answer. "Oh really?" She nodded. "And what do you mean by that, Pet? Id love to hear from you., She rolled her eyes. "And inflate your ego? I don't think so.....But I will say you're more agreeable and understanding than most men I've met. And actually know what you're doing. Not to mention tolerable. I don't see how you can deal with all the stuff around here with Disease and-..." She stopped upon seeing the smirk on his face. "...What?" "Don't let me stop you. Please, continue.~ But I believe you forgot a few of my better qualities.~" This sent her into a small giggle fit. Making him smike wider. "You know I have those qualities. Helping me deal with the idiots I work with....But not you. In all honestly, your work is quite admirable. " "....You really think so?" He paused for a moment, looking into those dark purple eyes staring back at him. She patiently stared back. Those purple eyes blinked and looked down to the feeling of those red digits closing around her own hand. Pink rushed to her cheeks and her body flinched when something touched her cheek. The red eyes holding neutral emotion towards the situation between them. "Yes." ********************************* Something I did with Amalfia x Lou. Lou belongs to @Palettepainter

[marshaeb]

P.S: I'm Mated With The Cursed Alpha!

Chapter Seven

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After all that had just transpired, I was expecting Mom to blow up on me as soon as we stepped through the door, but her behavior was quite different. She was quiet and calm as she sat at the cleared dining table, looking through a pile of paperwork.

My heart was in my gut... I didn’t know how to feel or what to say after all the mess I got us in. I stood there timidly, with my sore, wounded arm covered with blood, held up to my chest.

I was a total mess. You’d swear I’d been out scuffling with Chelsea and her clique the way that I looked. Bloody and drench from wetting it up and my hair was a tousled fro of fluff.

“Um, Mom...” I said quietly...almost too quietly.

She paused and gave me a hard stare.

“I-I just want to say I’m sorry Mom...” I sniffle. “I-I didn’t mean for things to happen the way it did tonight... He attacked me out of nowhere—

“Nah uh... Stop it right there!” She said sternly. “How many times have I told you, Joel? For once listen to me when I talk to you! All I wanted was to keep you away from danger... from allowing something like this to happen! Still, you disobeyed me and snuck out!”

“But, Mom I-I’m sorry... I-I could explain—

“What’s left to explain, dear?” She said. “Everything has already happened... though I hate to even think this way, but probably this was meant to be... probably this all explains the reason for your rebellious behavior... it was to led you to him.”

“No Mom... This is all coincidental... that’s it!” I said feeling my wound starting to burn. “That’s all it is.”

“Do you really think so?” She asked in a shaky voice. “I saw something you didn’t see...”

“Saw what mama?” I asked confusedly.

“That look in his eyes... The way he looked at you.” She said. “You don’t know how it feels yet... The first time you smell your mate... it hits you like the strongest substance there is... It drives you crazy! Almost like you’re losing your mind... Why did you think he did what he did and attack you...not wanting to let you go!”

My mind instantly went back to St. Pete’s. When he saw me from across the room. I just popped off and came at me full force.

“Mom...what can I do?” I begged her.

“What can you do?” She repeated with no hope in her voice. “Joel, there’s nothing you...or I can do right now...but to wait to see where your future lies on your eighteen birthday.”

“B-but Jackson!” I said feeling my whole world crumbling down around me. “What am I supposed to—

“Jackson has been sent on a three-month mission in the west...” She said, “and for one thing...thank heavens he’s not here, because things would have been even more disastrous if Alpha Darius found out that his potential mate has a boyfriend.”

I took in sharp deep breaths and embraced myself tightly. ’I don’t want Jackson to get hurt...” I mumbled.

“Then I suggest you do the safest thing there is...keep your mouth shut and don’t mention his name.” Mom said. “By the time he’s back from his mission, you will by then know who your potential mate will be.”

“But...but my birthday is in three months, Mom...what will I do then?” I asked. “The hospital is out of our territory...”

“I know...which is why I’m busy trying to set things up for your safety,” Mom said. “And that’s tripling security too.”

A look of confusion crossed my face.

“But... I am safe! I’m on our territory!” I said.

Mom stopped and gave me a dead stare. “You really don’t know who you’re messing with, do you?”

I swallowed deeply. The guy’s crazier than I thought.

“A powerful Alpha, who have been searching seven years for his mate... has finally found her by sheer luck.” Mom said. “Could you imagine how hungry he is for you? Do you think a hot-blooded, superior Alpha like him could resist his mate?”

I stood there quietly as reality began to settle in.

“I doubt it...” She continued. “I’ll exchange you from the hospital for a little while with Samantha at the preschool... It’s only for blocks away from our home and it’s properly guarded.”

“The Nursery?” I gasped. “Mom... I’m not a caretaker.”

“It’s either that or risk yourself being at the hospital.” She said. “I don’t think you understand what it is to be marked Joel... and it’s different from an Alpha. It’s like volts of uncontrollable pleasure, rushing through your body... like venom. When he claims you, a part of him lives inside you forever.”

I could hear the intensity in her voice... Just hearing her explain it made me tremble with fear.

“So...until then...we wait,” she said. “Now go and take a bath. I’ll call over a nurse to patch up your wound.”

She walked back over to her desk and continued to sort through her paperwork.

After reaching upstairs to my room, Talloc was nowhere to be found like always. She was out hunting.

The sounds of howls rippled through the dark forest, but it was chilling and wretched. It was the cursed Alpha’s, and I know he was somewhere in the dark eerie forest, watching me at this very moment.

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~Present Day~

About a week has passed and I’ve been staying indoors ever since. My wound was healing faster than I thought it would, but the soreness was still there.

Nobody knew about what had taken place that night. Mom made sure of that. But just being here, trapped indoors had me so paranoid. Overthinking about everything that has happened and the consequences that would happen to me if I slip up again.

I really miss having those privileges when I could move about and enjoy my freedom. Now that I’m thinking about it, I rather have Mom’s strict curfew any day than being locked up from Alpha Darius.

My mind kept going on Jackson... I wanted him here with me. To comfort me and tell me what I needed to hear. That I am his mate and this is all one big misunderstanding, but sadly, it wasn’t.

A few months from now, I might be Mated to a man I barely even know. It saddens me to even think Jackson and I wouldn’t be together like we hoped, but to a man overly possessive Alpha who attacked me and nearly capture me against my will.

And he won’t leave me alone. Ever since that dreadful night, he has been stalking me almost every night.

His huge black wolf is always there...in that same spot in the woods... watching my room. He’s driving me insane. It was as if he’s waiting for any moment for me to slip up.

This feeling is like being on death row... knowing a terrible fate awaits you.

Talloc suddenly flew into the window I left open for her, nearly scaring my trouble soul half to death.

“Talloc!” I gasped, holding my chest. “You scared me, girl.”

She rolled her neck and squawk back at me.

“Did you had fun hunting last night?” I said to her, trying to wipe off the drop of blood from her beak.

And as you guessed right, she wasn’t gonna just let me step up to her and clean her beak without being defensive. She pecked my finger softly, holding it in her mouth.

“Come on, Talloc...just because you older now doesn’t mean I-I can’t clean you up just a little,” I said, but it was hopeless.

My rebellious snowy owl flew off in one huge flap, dropping the stack of pictures and old letters out of the window.

“No!” I shouted, running over to the window as they scattered everywhere across the lawn. “Shit!”

I turn around to catch my breath.

“Urgh...Talloc! Damn that feisty bird!” I grunted. “My pictures...they all fell over! I have to get them before they all get ruined.”

I threw on my navy denim jacket and dashed to my room door, but then I suddenly remembered that it wasn’t safe...he could be out there.

Though I’m still safe on the territory,

I’m just beyond paranoid to even encounter him again, face to face. Plus mom had already warned me, for my own sake to keep my distance.

I can’t make a fool of myself again... and for Mom’s sake, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I embarrassed her even more than I already did.

A deep, anxious sigh left my lips as I thought about this situation I’m now faced with. All the memories I collected would be completely ruined if they’re exposed too long.

Deep down in my heart, I wanted to dash out there this instant and collect every last one of them, but my mind had me in fear. Reminding me that he could be out there, but can he really during the daytime?

Usually, he comes out during the evenings just to let me know he’s watching and waiting...and it pisses me off, but maybe...just maybe I might have a chance.

It won’t take long...

I breathed in sharply when I suddenly remembered that Jackson’s letter from back in the eleventh grade was in that stack! That was the time he officially asked me to be his girlfriend...and our pictures!

“I have to get them!” I breathed heavily, walking back in forth in my room. “I better get all of them now...before the wind blows them out of the territory. Then he’ll find those photos with us!”

I crept back over towards my window and slowly, but thoroughly surveyed the grounds for any sign of his black wolf or any of his minions. Surprisingly...there was no sign of him at all.

I was right... Maybe he really does pass through during the evenings. And there’s also those painful, silver Barb wires Mom has up to keep out any intruders. It looks safe enough and besides all my pictures are on the lawn.

“SHIT!” I exclaimed. “No, no, no, NO!”

One of them fell on the other side. Oh Moon goddess, why?!

I crunch down against the window post, breathing shakily. My nerves were taking over and I could feel my throat getting drier and drier by the second!

What the hell! Everything bad is happening to me lately and unfortunately, there is no way to run from it or avoid it. I literally hate my life now.

I held in my breath and slowly took another look out the window. Carefully I observed the proximity of the others to that one that was out of bounds.

My eyes glanced over across the forest once more. I used my sharp wolf senses to pick up if he was out there... Usually, the hairs on my arm would stand up if I sensed him...but it so happens that I didn’t feel anything. There is also no sign of him...so it should be safe!

It has to be! But I have to be cautious and as prompt as possible.

With every fear building up inside me, I pushed it aside, balling my hand into a tight fist, and ran downstairs as quickly as I can.

As soon as I step to the backdoor, my heart launched in my throat. It was now or never.

I turn the doorknob and haul my tail towards the scattered images and letters. My mind was so numb, I felt like falling out from the fear and anxiety if he caught me.

Almost done... Just the other four over there in the flower bed. I quickly ran over and collected them. All in accounted for, except that one. It was just a few inches on the other side.

I held the stack against my chest as I scan the rattling trees of the forest. It was so calm but daunting. If whatever, he might be out there.

I’d dread the day if it happens to be a personal picture of me and Jackson and he gets his hold on it before I do.

Shit! I can’t take this anymore! I have to get that now! I rest the others down and gradually inched my way over. As I reach the barbed wire fence, my supply of oxygen was growing thin. The amount of fear of cutting my windpipe was unbearable.

I licked my lips and lengthened my short arm slowly over. It was so close, but yet so far.

Just a flick of my nail, it scraped the tip. No matter how hard I try, it was useless. Until I started to lose my temper, unleashing my inner wolf as my nails lengthen into claws.

Finally, I latched onto it, but with all that concentration... I let my guard down. I should have known better!

His huge black wolf jumped out of nowhere and dashed over to snatch my hand..but once again, I lucky to pull back my hand right in time.

For a second I felt my heart stop and I swear I mess up myself.

He licked his huge tongue over his sharp teeth and stared down at me like a piece of meat. I tried to catch my breath as I look at the picture underneath his large paw.

What was he doing here? Doesn’t he have a pack to lead? Was he there all this time? Watching me...waiting for the right moment to strike. Mom was right, it’s really not safe for me at all.

I quickly dashed over, collecting the others, and ran back inside up to the room.

I closed my curtains from the outside. I just couldn’t bear it anymore...but what picture was that? There we’re words written behind it!

I sorted through the stack of pictures and letters. Jackson’s letter is here... Thank Goodness it wasn’t that!

As I continued to go through, all we’re present... except that one!

“Our one-year anniversary, Christmas Eve collage! SHIT!”

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Shadowhunter preference*First Fight

First of all I would like to say this is from my wattpad. My wattpads warlocks_wrath. Its 50 parts so far and I upload daily.

Jace: Family Jace was meant to be coming to your flat tonight to hang out. You lived a couple streets away from the Hotel but still sometimes stayed there. He was over an hour late when he finally arrived. "Hey babe. You lose you watch?" You joked, wanting him to know it was whatever. "Ugh no." he mumbled looking annoyed. You switched the TV off and looked at him. "You alright?" "Uh, why is this so difficult?" You were confused to say the least. He could tell before continuing, "My family hate the idea of you being a vampire. They refuse to even meet you!" He flung himself onto the couch. You just raised an eyebrow before saying. "Really? J calm down. They don't like me, I don't like them. Its whatever." He sat up straight at that. "Why?" "They killed a bunch of vamps for no reason, wrecked our bikes, invaded our hotel, questioned our capability, tortured us with sunlight and oh that's right judge downworlders for no reason. Everyone in my clan doesn't understand why I like you." You didn't see the point in lying. It was all true. "You cant hate my family! Some of that is true but it was mostly my ancestors. Alec and Izzy would never and Mayrse and Robert have learned to accept them." I just snorted at that, "besides you haven even meet them yet." "Or ever." he looked at you kind of angrily, "look Jace, I don't want to meet your family. Maybe Alec because he's your parabatai but its not that important. They don't like me, I don't like them. Besides they're not your real family." You went to turn the TV on and ask what he wanted to watch but he had already left. Damn it! You always forgot how mortals were with their families. You tried texting and calling but he didn't answer. You would have to wait till the sunset. So another 12 hours. Crap.

Clary: Forgotten Birthday You had been looking forward to this day. Not because it was your birthday but because you had managed to get all your friends and girlfriend off for the day. You, Alec, Jace, Izzy and Clary where all meant to be going to Taki's for dinner then meeting up with Magnus at his for drinks. He had said his flat would be better than a bar and you could easily believe that. When you and Clary had woke up she said she was meeting Simon for coffee at Java Jones. Kind of strange but hey, maybe she's planning something or forgot to get you a gift. It was probably the later but you didn't really mind about gifts. Izzy had said you were getting a 'birthday makeover' so now she was in your room, picking your clothes, styling your hair and doing your make-up(if you wear it). "Perfect (Y/N/N)" She grinned, "We'll be fighting Clary off you." You blushed heavily before sighing. "Where is she? I haven't seen her since she left to see Simon." You slumped on your shared bed. "Dunno. Well why don't you help me wrestle Alec into a jumper with no wholes." You nodded before texting Clary, to tell her to text you when she's back. You and Iz had made Alec look presentable. And then some (doing Magnus a favour). And you were now in the main part of the Institute waiting for Jace and Clary. Jace came rushing in a couple minutes later. "Hey guys, looking great. Sorry im late, I was training and the clock was broken." "Its fine, were still waiting on Clary." "Where is the little girl?" Alec asked, rolling his eyes. "Hey! She's my GF, you cant insult her! I'll go find her. She must be back by now." You were mostly saying the last part to your self. When you went into your and Clary's shared room you say her on the bed in t-shirt and jeans. "Your not ready yet?" All of you guys had dressed up slightly (not much though) and you thought she knew that. "For what?" She glanced up from her phone, "Why you so dressed up?" "No reason, not like I planned the day off for all of us and booked a table at Taki's.?" "What?" You just left the room and muttered 'so much for birthday boy/girl/person' When you got back to the gang you told them she had a sore stomach and was going to sit this one out. You saw her text's on the way saying she had asked Mayrse and was 'soooo sorry!!!' Alec saw your phone when you checked it at Taki's and took it from you. He turned it off and put it in his pocket. He then turned to you and said "This is your night. Its time you relaxed with friends."

Alec: You don't do Valentines day Alec had woken you up by pepering kisses over your face. You woke up with a grin and started to push him off which only made his grip increase. "Get off of me!" You laughed while he chuckled a "Never" after a couple of minutes you both stopped and stared at each other. "What's got you in such a lovey mood?" You questioned. "You'll see." Alec had to go on a mission with Jace so you invited Magnus over. You both were just sitting drinking wine (or whatever you like) and talking about random things. You were currently talking about how weird Valentines day was when Alec came in. "Hey Archer." "Hi (Y/N), Magnus. Why are you over?" "(Y/N) invited me," but sensing Alec wanted you alone he added "but I was just going to leave." He quickly finished his glass and left swiftly. "Hey," you said again. "I got you something" Alec said reaching for something in his back pack "I got Jace to keep it in the institute so you didn't find it." He handed you a fluffy white teddy holding a heart and a jewellery box. "Alec you shouldn't have," you sat them on the couch while mumbling a 'you really shouldn't have' "I didn't get you anything." You looked down sadly while he flinched. You felt bad but you didn't think you guys were doing it. And with that Alec stormed out.

Magnus: Interior Design You and Magnus had just moved in together and it wasn't going perfectly. You had moved into his flat and he had offered to redecorate. You had said yes, thinking it would be fun to help decide what your and your boyfriends house looked like but lets say that taste's sometimes don't mix. Magnus was a more......flamboyant person than you. It had started with the duvet on your bed. You wanted a plain (Y/F/C) set, with maybe some different colour pillow, while he wanted bright yellow covers, red and pink pillows and a glittery pink blanket. "Magnus I'm not sleeping in a rainbow's vomit!" "But its fashionable!" You had decided to leave that and come back too it. Then you were trying to decide on a theme for the kitchen. He wanted a black, pink and blue modern theme and you wanted a black and white vintage theme. "You cant be serious (Y/N)!?" "What's that suppose to mean?!" "Uhh" You both stormed out the kitchen to the living room. "Look the living room should be easier, right?" you asked looking hopeful. "Yeah, probably. Maybe a black, pink and gold 18th French century?" "Or a modern sleek one?" You said not really wanting your first proper fight to happen on your first night. He groaned and ran his hands through his glittery hair. "Why are you so boring?" That however set you off. "Im not boring! I just don't want to have people blinded by the furniture!" "Blinded by style" "Oh by the Angel, Magnus! You cant always have your way!" He was acting like a child. Every time it was his way or no way. "It's my flat! Why cant I have it how I want?" "Oh so I don't live here any more?! Its not like ive packed all my junk up and moved it here!" He looked slightly saddened by your outburst. "Thats not what I meant..." "Well maybe we shouldn't move in." You went to grab a box you had brought and headed to the door when he grabbed your arm. "Let go of me!" He snapped his finger and the box was now on the table. "Let. Me. Go" I seethed.

Isabelle: You don't like her clothes. Izzy had came by your house after a mission. She was wearing a tight, revealing red dress and thigh high boots. "Oh you didn't have to get dressed up for me," you said putting your arms around her waist "Oh well down that is." She smirked and hummed before telling you. "Don't flatter your self honey, I was on a mission." You unwrapped your arms from her and sat down. You let out a slight sigh. "I wish you weren't." "What? Going on missions? Its my job, don't worrying I can take care of myself." She was smiling as if you were just over protective. "I don't doubt that. Even though I do worry. Its just," You paused not knowing how to say it right, "I don't like you wearing they clothes on missions." "Why not?" her voice suddenly got higher. "Because I don't like it Ok?" You yelled slightly. "Fine, I know were im not wanted." She stormed to the door, "And for the record I can wear what I damn well please!" And with that she was gone. You ran your hands over your face and sighed before texting her she didn't understand. You also texted Alec and Jace. If they found out you hurt Izzy, they would kill you. Also they might know were your coming from. But for know, you wait.

[eatgraypes]

Let’s Go Home

Character/Person : Tony Stark

Pairing : Dad Figure!Anthony x Reader

Time : Modern

Reader’s Gender : Female

Side Note : Domestic Violence Hotline, IM SO SORRY I DIDN’T DO JUSTICE TO YOUR REQUEST

Warnings : abuse, tony is sorta like obsessed with taking care of reader but its kinda cute, this was messily written as i was contemplating my entire existence 

Possibility Of Having Another Part : chances are low

Genre : sorta angst sorta fluff

Request : Can you write one where the reader is like 18-20 yrs old and works as an assistant for the avengers? She lives at home but her father is verbally abusive and sometimes physical. So she spends the night once in a while in her car. Tony suspects something isn’t right so he follows her home in his suit and witnesses her dad hitting her. He decides right there to move her in with the team. He calls her kitten and treats her like his own.

Word Count : 2664

Summary : Y/N was an assistant for the Avengers. An assistant that Tony loved dearly, treating her as his own daughter. He even packs her lunch. But, when Y/N realizes she’s been out way longer than her father would allow, she freaks and rushes home, only to get beaten by her father and rescued by Tony Stark and she, for the first time, accepts his affections, dearly needing them more than ever.

Tony Stark treated Y/N like she was his own. And he made sure everyone in the building knew that. From constantly nagging her to do more training, or packing her lunch despite everyone’s confused stares and snickers, Tony didn’t feel the need to sleep with the woman as he did with others. He felt the need to care for her in a platonic sense.

“Sir, I can just go buy something from the shop across the street,” you took a break from typing to glance up at a beaming and worn Tony Stark, otherwise known as Iron-Man.

“Nonsense. I already packed you lunch for the next three days.”

With that, he dropped a white bag onto your desk and ushered towards the training room. You kept your eyes steadied on him the entire time, a confused and concerned gaze you learned to keep whenever Tony was around.

Could anyone blame you for being just a tad bit perplexed?

Tony went from small gestures such as giving you a hug or wishing you luck that your legs wouldn’t end up sore from having to follow the Avengers around all day and take orders. He’d even end up booking you a massage to relax after you’d spend a day of having to run after everybody. 

Some might say getting this sort of treatment from Tony Stark was a luxury, especially since you weren’t actually an avenger but just a mere assistant. But, God, this was a nightmare that you couldn’t bring yourself to push away.

“I hope you like eggs, Y/N, ‘cause it’s the only thing he packed.”

The sudden voice startled you, slightly jumping out of your seat you whirled around to see Wanda standing just above your desk, in the same spot where Tony had just stood. Her face was slightly hidden as she peeked into the bag that Stark dropped off, coming into sight with nothing but egg-based meals.

You groaned as she sent an apologetic smile, “some of these don’t look that bad. Look, egg salad, egg sandwich, scrambled eggs,” as she continued to list the many meals that Tony had packed for you, you ran a hand through your hair and returned to typing away at your computer, occasionally pausing to jot down notes and the schedules of the Avengers.

“Miss Y/L/N, you’re needed on the third floor in Bucky’s room,” a voice had cut through Wanda’s sentence and you softly smiled, excused yourself, and pushed yourself up from your seat.

“Sorry, Wanda, I gotta go.”

She nodded and laid the bag of food down onto your desk, making sure to tie the ends of it so no bugs - though, she was sure since this was the Stark Tower that there wouldn’t even be bugs present in the first place - would get in. With that, you and Wanda went your separate ways.

It took a white, trotting down the hallway in your heels, though Tony kindly advised you to wear sneakers, and into the elevator to go see what exactly Bucky needed. You waved and whispered polite ‘hello’s’ to people who passed by, even going as far as to have a rather decent conversation with Bruce. You could tell how hard he was trying to be friendly and casual but at the same time polite by his furrowing eyebrows and fidgeting stance. You also knew fully well that Tony had told everyone to talk to you as one of them, not a coworker, but a friend. Hell, you were in the room, being pulled by his shoulder over yours when he told everyone.

“You called for me?” You knocked slightly on Bucky’s door, almost immediately being met with his face when he swung the door open. He forced a pained smile and glanced down at his own metal arm, watching as it lay limp against his side. Eyebrows shot up, you carefully took it into your own small hands.

“What happened?”

You led him out of his room and down the hall, determined to get him to Tony or Bruce quick enough so he’d be able to train or do combat again normally.

“Well, I uh,” he rubbed at the nape of his neck, smiling sheepishly when you turned to show your concern.

“Steve and I made a bet to see who could destroy the most punching bags in five minutes.”

You scoffed, but quickly covered your mouth with your free hand, not meaning to sound impolite.

“Sorry,”

“it’s okay, it was our faults anyways.”

Tony, yes him again, had also warned everyone that you were incredibly shy and since he wanted you to enjoy working at the tower and be completely comfortable he had informed everyone to not explode in your face just as they did with everyone else.

It took a while, but you dropped off Bucky at Tony’s lab as he ushered you to leave and spend your time on someone better. Waving him off and beaming, you stayed just a bit, waiting until Bucky’s arm was at least halfway through working again as you encouraged Tony and constantly assured Bucky his arm was going to be better than ever, eventually you had to leave Bucky’s side when Natasha rang you up and called you to meet her on her way down towards the first floor where your desk was.

Quickly composing yourself from getting a little startled at F.R.I.D.A.Y.S voice, you silently thanked it and rushed downstairs. Budging through many people walking through the halls and ducking under Thor, who swung his hammer violently, you made a beeline towards the redhead you loved to see.

“Hey, Nat,” you said, out of breath.

She whipped around, her brightly colored hair scratching against her pale face and whirring in the air for a split second until she stilled to look at you. A grin immediately replacing the stilled expression she once had.

“Hey, Y/N. Sharon and I were going out for a few drinks, want to tag along? It could be like a girls night out.”

You parted your lips, contemplating if you should go or not. You needed a break, but you weren’t sure if you deserved it. At seeing you battling yourself, Natasha took your hands and caressed them with her own, rubbing circles on the back of your hands soothingly. You exhaled.

Maybe you could use a break.

You chuckled at Natasha’s raised eyebrow as she anticipated your answer. You nodded and gently smiled.

Her grin became even wider, leaning in to whisper into your ear, you leaned in too, “good. Because there’s a special for ladies at 12.”

Your eyes shot open and you could feel your heart skip a bit. Your bottom lip was sucked in between your teeth and quickly, you fished in your pockets to retrieve your phone that was long lost in the deep caved holes of your pants.

Upon feeling the cold metal against your fingers, you pulled it out of your pocket and pressed the home button. A picture of you sitting sprawled against the grass with a bunch of hand-picked flowers bundled up in between your thin fingers came on display. Right above the picture was the time.

1:36 A.M.

You pushed your phone back into your pocket and scurried over to your desk, reaching over it to retrieve your purse that was seated in your chair. From the sudden harsh movement as you tugged at the handle of your purse, you unknowingly knocked over the bag of food that Tony had dropped off for you, causing it to spill all over the floor. Natasha watched you run around your desk to grab a few things, almost tripping on your own feet as you sprinted out the building, bid your farewells to Natasha and F.R.I.D.A.Y and into your car.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You wanted to cry already thinking about what would happen to you by the time you got home at such a late hour. Sure, you were nineteen, but you didn’t live alone and you certainly didn’t live at the Avengers tower as everyone else did. Despite how well the Avengers treated you, you were still an assistant, so you couldn’t really be offered a room there unless it was really needed.

You just didn’t know how to bring up the fact that you weren’t exactly being treated properly back at home.

You winced at the thoughts of your father throwing insults at you and screaming into your face until your jaw shook and your legs gave out on you. Though it wasn’t the verbal abuse that made you want to leave the house and into the police station or back into the Avengers building, pleading for help. No, it was the physical abuse. It was rare your father would physically hurt you. Only doing it when he felt particularly angry or when he drank too much. You shuddered.

Your phone rang beside you on the passenger seat, most likely having fallen out of your purse when you hurriedly threw it into the seat to start up your car and speed home. Subconsciously, you gripped the steering wheel harder in fear that it was your father giving you a harsh warning of what was to come when you arrived. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted an I.D picture that was no where near close to your fathers. Curious, you quickly glanced down at the phone that vibrated and rung loudly.

Mr. Stark

You let out a sigh of relief, still confused as to why he was calling you at a time like this, but picked up the call anyways as it seemed to ring on forever, as if Tony wasn’t going to give up on calling you until you picked up.

“Mr. Stark?”

“Y/N,” his voice was stern and it faintly reminded you of the way your father would say your name before raising one of his hands to strike you. You swallowed a lump in your throat, trying to hide how shaky you were.

“Yes?”

“Natasha told me you left in a hurry, almost as if you were scared. Are you okay?” His tone quickly changed to a more concerned one. You didn’t know how desperately you wanted to hug him and cry until now.

“Oh, fine.” You sharply inhaled, hoping that Tony didn’t hear the way your voice quivered.

“Y/N. I came by your desk and found the food I made spilled all over the floor. Nat said your eyes were practically bulging out of your head when you checked your phone.”

You cursed under your breath, murmured your apologies to your boss, and hung up, tossing your phone back to the passenger side before accelerating faster towards your house, ignoring all of Tony’s calls the entire ride.

By the time you parked, you were already crying. You’ve gone through this so many times you should’ve been able to take one more hit, but you didn’t. You didn’t suck it up and at least try to fight back. You always just sat there and let the hot tears damp your rosy cheeks as you absorbed his hits and felt smaller and smaller by every blow, becoming the shy, quiet, forcibly happy woman you are now.

You turned the key, pushing the door open, being met with the sound of a static T.V and a beeping microwave.

“Father?” You bit your tongue.

You peeked inside the kitchen and quietly strolled in, shutting the door to the microwave so it would stop making the obnoxious beeping noise. You anxiously turned your head, expecting your father to be standing right behind you with his hands curled into fists. But he wasn’t. Your fear grew by the second as you sneakily made your way over to your room to take a quick peek. He wasn’t in there either. You let out a sigh of relief, pushing your arms out of your blazer.

“Y/N.”

The voice made the tears that you were holding silently fall out of your eyes. You rubbed at them, making sure to get rid of them before your father saw and punished you even more.

“Y-Yes?” You heart sped.

“Come here,” your throat clenched.

Your feet automatically shuffled it’s way over to the living room, immediately betraying you.

Before you could full comprehend it, you were standing in front of your father, heels pressing against each other and arms crossed in a pity attempt of shielding yourself before he could really do anything.

“Come, sit by me.” His voice was a bit softer, scaring you even more.

Deciding not to be hesitant in fear that you’d anger him and bring this on yourself, you seated yourself on his left side and kicked at the carpet below, keeping your eyes trained on your feet right underneath you.

The T.V. buzzed right in front of you, waiting to be switched to another channel and used properly. Your father, who had noticed your fidgeting, chuckled deeply.

You snapped your eyes up to meet his, eyebrows furrowed in a way to show your clear confusion.

He sent a smile at you, and shocked, you couldn’t help but smile back, a bad habit of yours. Before you could say anything to further deepen the moment, your father lifted a hand and struck you against the cheek. You stumbled back and hit your spine against the armrest of the couch, already feeling a forming bruise.

“Wha-?”

“Stupid fucking bitch, you can’t expect me to love you again. You crossed the line. What were you doing out there late?” As he yelled into your face, drawing his hand back again, you pressed a hand against your swollen cheek and crawled backwards, accidentally slipping off the couch and onto the hardwood floor.

“No, please.” You pleaded, tears stinging your eyes.

Your father remained silent, already having lifting his leg to stomp down on you. You groaned at the impact and cried harder, face buried into the floor and your arms protecting your face as he beat into your side. 

“Stupid,” you felt your rib give up on you, cracking.

“Fucking,” he spat on you, continuing to throw blow after blow at your face. You felt yourself slip from consciousness.

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to step away from Miss Y/L/N.”

You no longer felt anything hitting you, but continued to hide your face in your hands, curling yourself into a ball and shivering as the cold air hit your torn shirt.

It was a while. You heard arguing, but it was seemingly white noise to you as you thought about everything in your life. You thought back on everything, starting to feel the pain catch up on you.

“Kitten,” a pair of arms wrapped around you. You were quick to push them away and wiggle back into the wall. 

“No, Y/N,” the voice continued, but you cried harder, keeping your eyes shut. You kicked and shoved as the body grew closer to you, trying to get you into their arms and safety.

“Y/N. It’s Tony,” you proceeded to shove and kick until you had to register the name the voice mentioned. Your eyes fluttered open and your prayers were answered when your vision focused on a man with a goatee and tousled brown hair.

You opened your lips to say something, a ‘thank you’ at least. a ‘why’, but unable to find your voice, you threw your arms around Tony and cried into his suited shoulder. He patted you and whispered his ‘sorry’s’ into your hair. 

He hesitated, picking you up and stepping out the door, walking right past your beaten father who laid limp on the floor. The floor you once laid limp on.

All you could hear by the time he made it out of the building was approaching police sirens, whirring wind, your own quiet whimpers, and Tony’s soothing voice. He pushed a strand of hair out of your face and hugged you tightly, his own tears staining his face.

“Let’s go home.”

[notconsolation]

Every number that is spelled with the letter 'e'.

THIS TOOK A WHILE. I left out ones I already answered 💞💞

1. Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?

I hope so cause she gave birth to me and I would feel cheated if she were lying

3. When’s the last time you were aggravated and happy at the same time?

I live there it's a nice state if you don't mind the rodents of unusual size roaming the streets, you should come visit

5. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?

I hope not

6. Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today?

Lord Huron - she lit a fire --> @twentyonequasars

8. How often do you listen to music?

I never stop

9. Do you wear jeans or sweats more?

sweats, sue me I live on campus

10. Do you think your life will change dramatically before 2018?

yes. there's a general election in a few days and also we all might die if a temperamental baby-man decides he's feeling trigger happy and throws a tantrum of mass destruction

11. Are you a social or an antisocial person?

at heart I am asi

12. Have you ever kissed someone whose name begins with the letter ‘A’?

Yeh

13. What about ‘R’?

....possible? metaphorically..... I’m a

14. Can you drive a stick shift?

Can't drive anything, not even a conversation.

15. Do you care if people talk badly about you?

On a logical level, no, but buddy just looking at that sentence made my paranoia go haywire. If my window is open I hear snatches of the conversations people have on the doorstep to my house and I don't want to listen in but.... my ears are 100% always tuned to my name and if I hear it I literally recoil as if I'm bracing to be slapped.

16. Are you going out of town soon?

@my cat IM COMING BACK HOME SOON BABY

17. When was the last time you cried?

I just made a sandwich and the bread was stale so I moistened and seasoned it with my tears

18. Have you ever told someone you loved them?

hi, have you met me you can find me at @notconsolation and I send anon with a lot of heart emojis and alien faces

20. Is there a boy who you would do absolutely everything for?

If any of my mutuals at any point identify as male --> lookin at you. Also: smokey.

21. Name something you dislike about the day you’re having.

exAms

22. Is it cute when guys kiss you on your forehead?

I dunno, Becky, is it

23. Are you dating the last person you talked to?

NEin

24. What are you sitting on right now?

A racoon

25. Does anyone regularly (other than family) tell you they love you?

I have the best friends and I don't deserve you guys

26. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?

Every cat I've ever come across that wasn't already mine

27. Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night?

@twentyonequasars

28. Do you get a lot of colds?

Nein

31. Do you have any empty alcohol bottles hidden somewhere in your room?

Hidden? jk, I haven't been drinking for a while now cause..... honestly I feel like people should present reasons to drink rather than be expected to have a reason why they're not drinking

32. Do you like watching scary movies?

Ja

35. Did you have a dream last night?

Sure. do I remember it? no, but i had one recently about time travelling spies going undercover in a victorian monastery so that's something

37. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?

HONEY NO please don't

38. Do you think someone has feelings for you?

this is..... a sore subject

39. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?

Maybe Charlie is wondering why I'm taking so dang long with this?

41. Think back 2 months ago; were you in a relationship?

不是

43. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?

Yes.

45. Do you have any pictures on your Facebook?

....um... that's part of what it's for?

47. Do you replay things that have happened in your head?

i challenge you to find one (1) single human being that does not do this. I bet animals do it, too

48. Were you single over the last summer?

Oui, maman.

49. Is your life anything like it was two years ago?

bOi. Very much so and not at all.

51. Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with?

@OP, who hurt you

53. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?

Honestly I did not expect I would ever get to the point where I truly like Peanut, the spider that lives in the corner of my window, but here we are.

55. Are you good at hiding your feelings?

A loser hides behind, , a mask of my disguise, , ....

57. Have you kissed someone whose name starts with a ‘J’?

Oh, fuck, I think so. I'm thinking of someone, but I can't remember his name? Or. I'M not sure he ever told me?

58. Do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys?

@gender, Fuck you, you mean nothing to me

59. Has anyone of your friends ever seen you cry?

Yeh boi

61. How’s your heart?

Bitching about that cholesterol

63. Have you ever cried over a guy?

Yeah but like, whose dad hasn't made them cry at one point? Not, like, in an abusive way. Just.... parents, ya know?

65. Are your toenails painted pink?

negative

67. Girls love it when boyfriends cry; correct?

What the fuck @op who HuRt you

68. Have your pants ever fallen down in public?

Please, you think I wear pants in public?

69. Who was the last person you were on the phone with?

An Amazon employee who was scarily friendly. I thought he might be being held at gunpoint and trying to give me secret messages and i panicked

70. How do you look right now?

Like the usual amalgamation of straw and painted burlap sack that looks back at me from the mirror.

71. Do you have someone you can be your complete self around?

Yeh, although I haven't met them, really.

72. Can you commit to one person?

Probably not.

73. Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to?

I don't, actually. Huh.

74. Have you ever felt replaced?

Whenever my cat leaves my side. Doubly so if I'm petting her and she hears someone else come home so she runs to them. WHAT, I'M NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU???

75. Did you wake up cranky?

Heck yeah, it's exam season bonch. are we sensing a theme yet?

76. Are you a jealous person?

Jealousy and envy are concepts I find fascinating. Jealousy, I think, is wanting something someone else has while envy is more wanting what they are. I get envious a lot, but I'm not really a jealous person at all, no.

77. Are relationships ever worth it?

Listen, you're hooting up the wrong line of string here with these relationship questions.

78. Anyone you’re giving up on?

I don't think I've ever given up on anyone actually, not completely. Well. Maybe Guy Fieri.

79. Currently wanting to see anyone?

my cat.

80. Name something you have to do tomorrow?

EXAM. DIE.

81. Last person you cried in front of?

My mother

82. Is there someone you will never forget?

Most people, actually.

83. Do you think the person you have feelings for is protective of you?

Listen, this ask thing is really tough for someone without a relationship or any wish whatsoever to be in one.

84. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now?

It's a bunch of you guys and we'd have a bonfire going up on the hill overlooking the town.

85. Are you over your past?

Broad question. Broad answer: no, what, you expect me to be a fully functioning human being?

86. Have you ever liked one of your best friends of the opposite sex?

Nepe

87. Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to?

.... honestly? probably @stalk-softly. they passed the last test I had for them and are now officially in my inner circle. Ah heck, probably all my mutuals?

88. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?

@op, whomsTve HURT you?

89. So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in?

Sure, she lives across the street and is probably here to see my flatmates. But if she wants to hang out that's cool.

90. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?

nah-ah

91. Will you be in a relationship in 2 months?

Please, no

92. Is there anyone you know with the name Michael?

Hmmmm don't think so? No offence to any Michael's out there but...... the name Michael makes me think of overalls and a beer belly?

93. Have you ever kissed a Matthew?

Honestly,, it's possible? But I have no idea. Probably? There's a lot of Matthews out there.

94. Were you in a relationship in January? How was it going?

Nope

95. Were you happy with the person you liked in March?

! i like many people, none of them in accordance with the spirit of this question, I think.

96. Don’t tell me lies, is the last person you texted attractive?

I love Josh but he's not my type.

97. Who do you have texts from?

I don't actually text very much because I live on tumblr dot com and i am wifi's bitch. The only person I regularly text is my friend Josh.

98. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?

Spatchcock and roast at 200°C for 45 minutes. Oh wait. huh? I think I got lost on this one.

99. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?

Have I ever kissed someone younger than me? I don't think so? Although there was Marion and I don't know how old she is. Actually it was her birthday the other day but I don't know whether she turned 18 or 19. So, uh. Maybe.

100. Who’s in your profile picture with you?

Nobody, actually, it's just le me.

101. Ever kissed under fireworks?

Nope

102. Has anybody ever given you butterflies?

Geez this question was geared towards people without social anxiety, literally every human being gives me butterflies........ but uh not.... in a good way

LONG ASS ANSWER COMPLETE THANKS FOR ASKING!