#anyway i was just thinking about how it would be funny

[wonhaz]

what are we after the grand prix? - l.hs

pairing : f1driver!heeseung x fem!reader genre : mercedes driver heeseung, best friends au, angst, fluff, unrequited love wc : 2.2k warnings : kissing, eating, speeding (cars), skinship synopsis : heeseung invites you to one of his races, determined to win and impress you. but when you confront him and ask him what the two of you are, he confesses his love for you. will you return his feelings? he'll have to wait for your answer after the grand prix. a/n : first part of the series! hope u guys like it~ heeseung gives off major mercedes vibes, i feel like he would be chill like lewis hamilton maybe? not completely sure if i'm happy with this one but here you go! next parts coming soon! SERIES MASTERLIST

heeseung was confusing, more confusing than all those buttons on his steering wheel.

sure, he was your best friend, but sometimes it felt like he was more.

friends don't hug each other the way heeseung hugs you before a race, friends don't wink the way heeseung does at you before he puts on his helmet, friends don't look at each other the way heeseung does at you as he stands on the podium. but heeseung does it anyway, and it leaves you confused.

"you busy next weekend?" heeseung asks as you both sit on the couch of your apartment. "no, why?" you reply, raising an eyebrow, "i was wondering if you wanted to come to singapore with me to watch the grand prix, specifically to watch me." he says, emphasizing the word 'me'. you pretend to think about it taking the opportunity to annoy him.

"will sunghoon be there?" you ask, wiggling your eyebrows imitating a lovestruck fan. heeseung rolls his eyes, "come on (name), i'm way better than that red bull driver, park. if you come i'll beat him for sure." he says with confidence. "alright, i'll come. but how am i getting there exactly?" you question, "don't worry about it babe, just be outside your apartment on thursday at 9am and i'll pick you up."

heeseung was confusing, like how he called you 'babe' just now, friends don't call each other that.

~

it's thursday. you haven't seen heeseung all week, he was probably busy with training and pre-race preparations. all he sent you was a text reminding you to be ready at the agreed time. you glance down at your watch, '8:55' the people passing by on the sidewalk pay little to no attention to you.

that is, until heeseung pulls up in front of you in his black mercedes benz. you have to stop your jaw from dropping at his entrance, now everyones looking at you, how can this get more embarassing? and just as you think that, heeseung rolls down the window, "come on! get in already, we're gonna miss the flight!"

you wince and quickly throw your suitcase in the trunk and hop in the passenger seat before turning towards him. "heeseung! what was that for?!" he tilts his head to the side, "what was what for?"

"that!" you say exasperated, "picking me up in the flashiest car possible and then drawing more attention by rolling down your window!" heeseung just shrugs and now you're really in shock, "we have a flight to catch." is all he says as the car starts zooming through the streets. "don't speed! we're going too fast!" you say as you're gripping onto any handle you can find. "you're saying that to me?" heeseung replies with a laugh. "you're telling a race car driver not to speed? you're real funny (name)."

you arrive at the airport and follow heeseung to your gate. he finds his team and introduces them to you, his team principal smiles and shakes your hand, "nice to finally meet you, (name). you're heeseung's girlfriend right? he does talk about you quite a lot."

you're taken aback, heeseung talks about you a lot? "oh, he does? i'm not his girlfriend though." you say with an awkward laugh. "oh, you're not? sorry i assumed. forget i said that." and you nod.

you board the plane and take a seat next to heeseung. your seat is extremely nice, you play with the buttons to adjust your seat and browse through the different movies on the tv. heeseung sees you and laughs, "first time in first class?" he asks. "it is obvious?" you say with a sheepish grin, "very, i should take you with me to races more often then." heeseung says and leans back. do friends say that? you didn't know, but you do know that a friend wouldn't make you blush like how you are now.

~

after the flight, all you can think of is heeseung. he was your best friend, and you were here to support him, but he made you feel like you were more than just his best friend.

the words from his team principal still lingered in your mind, you didn't know what to think of it. heeseung talks about you a lot? you were flattered, you feel the blush creeping onto your cheeks again just thinking about it.

a knock on your hotel door snaps you out of your trance. you already knew who it was. "come in", and there he is in all his glory. the very man that can't seem to leave your mind.

"wanna go get dinner?" he asks and you give him a small nod, getting up from the bed. halfway through your journey to the lobby, you realize it's just the two of you. "hee, what about the rest of your team?" you ask. "they went out together, i told them i wanted to take you to dinner." "oh.." is all you can get out, and you stay silent for the rest of the walk.

you're taken aback when heeseung puts his arm around your shoulder as you walk to a nearby restaurant. you give him a confused look, "what's wrong? i thought you were cold?". you were cold, you just didn't want to admit it, but heeseung knew you too well.

heeseung leads you inside a nice looking restaurant, one look at the menu has your jaw dropping at the prices. "pick whatever you want, i'll pay." he reassures you with a smile after seeing your expression.

the dinner starts in silence until heeseung breaks it. "how are you so far? i hope the hotel is comfortable enough." you're in shock, the hotel is more than comfortable, it's luxurious. you nod and tell him about how 'fancy' everything is.

as heeseung eats, you can't take your eyes off him. he feels your gaze on him and looks up smiling. "am i that good-looking you can't focus on your food?" he says with a laugh. here comes the blush again, and you shake your head defensively.

heeseung was making you look at him differently now. you don't think you and heeseung are just friends anymore.

~

heeseung walks you to your room, it's getting late and he has practice tomorrow. before you walk in your room, you turn to face him.

you had to know.

"heeseung-" you start, he only hums in reply.

"what are we?"

heeseung is caught off guard by your question but keeps his calm facade.

"what do you want us to be?" he asks and now it's your turn to be speechless.

"i-i don't know..." you admit, slightly embarrassed you had even brought up the topic.

"(name)-" heeseung starts, he pauses for a while, trying to find the right words.

"(name), i've liked you for a long time, not as friends but as something more. you're like the gas that fills me with joy, even when i've just had a bad race. you make me feel all these things that i didn't even know i could feel. all i know is that i'm happy when i'm with you."

you open your mouth to speak but nothing seems to come out.

"i don't expect you to give me your answer now. but please, let me know after the grand prix this sunday. take your time for the next few days, i want a sincere answer, even if it may hurt me, i'm ready to face it."

you're at a loss for words, the passion and love in heeseung's voice tells you that he's kept this to himself for so long. you give him a small nod and motions for you to get going before it gets too late.

just as you're about to close your hotel door, you hear his voice call your name again.

"(name), don't worry about coming to watch practice and qualifying, use it to rest or go around the city. i just want you to be there for the grand prix."

you promise to be there and give him a small smile before finally closing your door.

~ it's saturday, the grand prix.

you have your answer and you're sure of it, and most of all, you're ready to tell heeseung after the race. heeseung had left before you, not wanting you to get shaken up from all the reporters and fans watching him. you made sure to text him a simple 'good luck!' message to which he reacted with '🤍'. making your way down to the paddock, you spot his team principal and he greets you pulling up a chair for you. you look around, eyes searching for heeseung. "he's at an interview." his team principal says, as if he just read your mind. you just mouth an "oh." and take a look at the things around you, being careful not to touch anything. you see heeseung's car, with a big number "1" on it, and as if on cue, he walks in running his fingers through his hair. you couldn't help but stare, oh you were doomed.

heeseung sees you and grins from ear to ear, he looks you up and down, admiring your outfit, clad in his team colors. "heeseung-" you start and his intense stare into your eyes make you want to melt. "i have my answer, but i'll tell you after the race." and he nods, smile never leaving his lips. "i'll win for you." he says as he zips up his race suit and climbs into his car, giving you a little wink before he drives off to the starting grid.

heeseung drives into the 2nd grid position, eyeing the red bull beside him. park sunghoon hears the car pull up next to him and decides to test heeseung's patience. "hey, heeseung!" sunghoon shouts. earning a glare from him. "what do you want sunghoon." heeseung roles his eyes. "ready to lose today?" "hell no, i got a girl in the paddock to impress", heeseung says, diverting his attention to the lights in front of them.

heeseung is determined to win, determined to win for you. the race goes by fast and you had to admit, you didn't really understand how all of these racing things worked. but you did know one thing, and it's that heeseung was going to do anything to win. halfway through the race, heeseung pits and the crew immediately rushes around his car. within a few seconds, heeseung and his fresh set of tires are ready to go. but before he zooms off, he gives you a little wink and you feel the tips of your ears turning red. 55/57 LAPS things were getting heated down at the track, sunghoon and heeseung racing as if their lives depended on it. heeseung was practically gritting his teeth, he just needed to overtake sunghoon, to cross that finish line first, to win for you. during the last turn, heeseung takes his chance and cuts in front of sunghoon. heeseung's whole team stands up in anticipation and shouting at the screen in front of them. the team cheers as heeseung zooms past the checkered flag and commentators going crazy. heeseung gets out of his car, and raises his arms towards the crowd as they cheer. but now, he's more nervous than he was at the beginning of the race, he's nervous to hear your answer. as heeseung walks back to his team, sunghoon walks over to him and pats his back. "go get that girl." he says, and smiles. heeseung smiles and gives sunghoon a small nod. you stand in front of the team garage, heeseung walking towards you, his eyes never breaking eye contact. this was it, it was time to give your answer. "(name).." heeseung starts and takes a deep breath "remember that whatever your answer is, i love you, and i respect your decision." you stare into his eyes with your loving ones. lunging towards him and engulfing him in an embrace. he doesn't say anything, but you can feel his heartbeat as he savors your embrace. you're the first one to pull away but your arms never leave their position wrapped around him. 'heeseung, i love you too, so so much." and that's all it takes for him to pull you into a kiss, a kiss of longing, and impatience. it may have taken a while, but heeseung thinks it's worth the wait. sunghoon watches from his garage and he smiles at the new couple, his team principal makes his way to stand beside him and looks at what sunghoon is looking at. "you could've won, why didn't you defend your position?" his team principal says, furrowing his eyebrows. "come on man, had to let they guy win. but now i think he's won twice, he's won the race and that girl's heart." heeseung makes his way up the podium when they announce his name. his team below him is smiling up at him, but the only eyes he looks for are yours. he gives you a little wink and you blush. heeseung usually likes to go fast. but with you, he wished time slowed down a little more.

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[imaluckygirl]

⭑ sharing is caring

( enha reaction ) - HYUNG LINE

synopsis : where you prank your boyfriend by putting a bigger amount of food onto his plate and then show up with your plate half empty, saying: that’s all we had left.

❕ h𝐲𝐮𝐧gl𝐢n𝐞! x fe𝐦!r𝐞ad𝐞𝐫 ⋆ ge𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, can you consider angst ? id think so ⋆ w𝐚𝐫n𝐢n𝐠𝐬 .ᐟ : mentions of food ( not specifying the food ), mentions of diet/not eating.

❔ 𝐧ot𝓮𝓼: i remembered about and came across to this trend recently ( might be reallyyyyyy late but yeah whatever ), and thought about writing this. oh well, im backkk let’s see how this is goes lol — ANDDD actually let me know if you guys want the maknae line version yall

t𝐫𝐞n𝐝 : https://youtube.com/shorts/Jy6383yCPis?si=ZE-0yPyhlb8JyrUB ( i love this couple btw )

english is not my first language, so it might contain a bunch of grammar errors.

taglists and requests are open .ᐟ

heeseung would be confused and questioning things. once he stepped where you were and sat on the table, realising how small your portion was compared to his. this made him worry about you, asking himself why it was not the same portion size. “are you on a diet?” and when you shook your head, he definitely got even worried. “are you feeling well?”. however, when you answered him saying that that’s all the food left for you and that was the only reason you were having an small amount of food, his bambi eyes widened in pure confusion — and he even cocked his head at your words — immediately asking if you wanted him to share his food with you. and i don’t even know why your boyfriend asked you that because, you refusing or not, he will share with you.

after he shared half of his plate with you, you were pouty and feeling guilty, so you decided to tell him it was actually a joke, and there was obviously more food left for both of you. heeseung seemed to be unbothered, but still left out a giggle and an big smile, relieved, but still worrying about your health. i think it’s important to mention that, still throughout lunchtime or dinner time, he never forgets to remember you to ‘eat this, eat that’, ‘eat well’, and if you tell him to stop, he would just say: “make me.” and give you a quick smooch, afraid that you were going to be mad at him for answering you in a daring way.

jongseong would be concerned AND kinda pissed off, for sure. he wouldn’t let you cook, in the first place, but that day you wanted to prank him so you kept insisting. and, after insisting sooo much, he gave you a green light this time; but under this condition: you cook, but he would drive you to the mall to pamper you — which you obviously agreed.

you probably know it already at this point, but jongseong enjoyed cooking for you. it’s the feeling of cooking fresh food for his only one, show his love by baking your favorite cookie of choice — for an example — or show how much he cares about you, instead of just constantly hugging or just acting all lovey-dovey. anyways, straight to the point! once he got home and saw his plate full and yours half empty, he would get confused but right after he would get kinda pissed off as i said.

he would ask you: “love, why would you feed me more?” and when you simply answer his question. “oh, that’s just what we had left so-“ your boyfriend interrupted you, throwing his bag on the sofa and quickly making his way to the kitchen where you were. “where are the ingredients you used?” your boyfriend took a glance over the sink counter. “no, love, it’s okay, your food is going to be col-“ “ i don’t want you eating less than me, that’s seems… i don’t know, it’s just seems wrong.” — in the end jongseong would be surprised by a pot full of the dish you made and after surprising your worried boyfriend with the reveal that all of that was just a silly prank/joke, he seemed more playful about it and relieved, still not really impressed by your ‘funny lmfao you almost got me’ joke — and he promised to himself to never let you cook ever again.

i think jaeyun would be so pouty once he realised. although, let’s be real here, he wouldn’t even be paying attention to his plate the moment you placed it on the table, he was just looking at you with awe, thanking you for being so caring by cooking for him. but, whatever yeah? let’s get to the fun part *evil laugh*.

the moment you sat on the chair beside jaeyun and when he finally looked over his plate and compared to yours — which was much emptier than his, he got extremely adorable pouty. asking why would you feed yourself that little amount? asking if you were sick or if you wanted a take-out perhaps. however, you just denied, saying that you were just eating what was left; making your boyfriend slowly look back at his plate with an sad expression, like he was thinking that ‘food is not fooding anymore.’ — and that made your heart break into a thousand of pieces.

you, after watching his reaction, you got up from your seat and leaving your old — half empty — plate behind, making jaeyun confused but not really into discovering what you were going to do; staying there just stirring his food with his fork. and then, suddenly, jaeyun decided to wear his big boy pants and do something for his girl. and what your boyfriend did? your boyfriend slid your plate closer to his and sharing half of his plate with you. that made him smile, satisfied and waiting for you to come back.

one minute later you came back with a new plate full of food and even brought a soda for jaeyun. the moment you sat back again on your chair and you saw your own plate with more food than you actually added earlier, you were touched. “babyyyy~” you cooed. “thank you…” you were starting to feel guilty for doing this prank to your precious boyfriend. “for what?” he acted like he hasn’t done anything of that, but in a playful way. “oh my gosh! how does that even happened?!” jaeyun gasped dramatically. still, his face dropped when he saw that new full plate. “what is that by the way?” with a simple nod at the plate sitting above the table — by your side —, you remembered why you stood up from the table in the first place. “it’s actually for you. i mean, i was going to bring this one for me, but you deserve this one, pretty boy.” even with your offer and your sweet kiss on his cheek, your boyfriend said: “give me.” he nodded at the same plate you were holding for him. “we’ll share again pretty.”

even though some people can assume or think that sunghoon is shy and a completely introvert, around you he was quite the opposite, always showing how caring, protective and communicative he was and could be — still with his dose of cuteness & shyness.

with that, sunghoon would immediately frown at the amount of food you plated for yourself, asking if you would feel full after that small portion of food. you nodded — waiting for his next reaction — sitting next to him and telling sunghoon you will be fine. well, your boyfriend didn’t really accepted your statement, asking if you were sure sure ( with the exact same quantity of sure’s ). after your positive response, you simply commented that what was left for you was enough.

“what do you mean by ‘left for you?’” he understood what you meant two minutes later by the way. “i mean what was left in the pot-“ “no, no, no, you’re not eating less. if you want we can order something.i hate seeing you having less of something…” sunghoon quietly told you and said that we would like to share his food with you. “i was just playing with you, hoonie, i have enough food for me.” you chuckled, finding funny how worried he was about you, and you swear that there was an quiet gasp sound after your confession. “oh really?” when you nodded and laughed at his cuteness, he broke eye contact. “oh… okay…” he turned his head back to his plate, staying with his head ( not completely ) down — embarrassed that he felt for your tricks and got carried away with this type of protective feeling and got a little bit more talkative. “s-so go and get more food then!” and back again to the same old embarrassed sunghoon.

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[sea-lanterns]

Kinda funny that in the popular gl manwha I’ve red, the antagonist is always a girl with pink or red hair

ANYWAY mean girl!Yae Miko and mean girl!Lisa would definitely gossip about everyone behind their backs. Like they are the gossip mill in the school. Due to their sheer beauty many want to be with them but are always turned down but not without the two insulting them to high heaven. Or is it high hell in this case

They’re always so mean and prissy to everyone, but not to their little pet. Everyone is just to shocked that the two hottest and meanest girls on campus would be dating AND sharing you. The fucking golden retriever they’ve corrupted ever since you transferred here

You are quite literally at their beck and call all the time, always following either one of them like a lovesick puppy, which you are mind you. Many think they’re just using you but no one sees how lovey dovey they are to you. Always cooing at how cute you are and always being possessive of you (they quite literally ruined so many peoples reputations and maybe pulled out a chunk of their hair for having the gall to flirt with you)

Long story short, you’re their little puppy that they love to spoil and fuck

Being shared between two of the meanest and most popular girls (Lisa and Miko) means that you get infinite amounts of protection whenever walking the grounds of your campus. I mean it. No one could ever even think of giving you a hard time, because Lisa and Miko would destroy their reputations quicker than they could even blink.

Anytime you have free periods between classes, Lisa or Miko (sometimes both) will have you stay with them and sit on their laps while attending lectures or eating lunch. No one even dares to make eye contact with you during this time, because Lisa and Miko would instantly take notice of it and would add that person to the top of their enemies list. They think anyone who makes eye contact with you for too long wants to start something with their puppy or flirt with you, so they don’t want to take any chances by ignoring it…

Lisa and Miko would also smother you in so much attention throughout the day. They always pick you up in their expensive cars, drive you out to all your favorite lunch spots even if they’re super expensive, heck, sometimes during your study sessions in the library, Lisa (since she works at the library) would sneak you and Miko into the private staff rooms, just so they could fuck you in private. Their favorite puppy deserves the all best spots to be fucked in after all ❤️

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Hedy Lamarr (Samson and Delilah, Ziegfeld Girl)—Look. I'm sure someone has already submitted Hedy Lamarr because she was spectacularly beautiful, and a very strong lady too: she fled both an abusive marriage AND nazi persecution at a very young age and rebuilt a life for herself pursuing her love for acting all on her own!! Her career as an actress was stellar; while she began acting outside of Hollywood (her very first movie, Ecstasy, won a prize at the Venice Film Festival), she conquered American hearts very quickly with her first movie in the US, Algiers, and then just kept getting better and better. If all this isn't enough, she was also an inventor: her invention of the frequency-hopping spread spectrum radio transmission technique forms the base of bluetooth and has a lot of applications in all kinds of communication technologies. I think that deserves a prize, don't you?

Marilyn Monroe (How to Marry a Millionaire, Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, Some Like It Hot)— Ngl I thought you all were lying about sexual attraction until I saw Marilyn Monroe in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

This is round 6 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Hedy Lamarr:

The only person you can find both on the Hollywood Walk of Fame and in the Inventor's Hall of Fame--her radio-frequency-hopping technology forms the basis for cordless phones, wi-fi, and a dozen other aspects of modern life. She was also passionate in her efforts to aid the Allies in WWII (unsurprising for a Jewish-Austrian Emigree to America), and her name served as the backbone for one of the best running jokes in what is possibly Mel Brooks' best movie. Look, Louis B. Mayer apparently believed he could plausibly promote her as "The world's most beautiful woman". Is an entire website full of people going to be less audacious than one Louis B. Mayer? I didn't think so!

Described as "Hedy has the most incredible personal sophistication. She knows the peculiarly European art of being womanly; she knows what men want in a beautiful woman, what attracts them, and she forces herself to be these things. She has magnetism with warmth, something that neither Dietrich nor Garbo has managed to achieve" by Howard Sharpe, she managed to escape her controlling husband (and Nazi Germany) by a) Disguising as her maid and fleeing to Paris or b) Convincing the husband to let her wear all of her jewelry to a dinner, only to disappear afterwards. Also she was particularly clever and helped develop Frequency-Hopping Spread Spectrum (I can't really explain it but anyway...)

Her depiction of Delilah and Samson and Delilah just lives rent free in my head. The woman was gorgeous.

One of the most beautiful women ever in film, spoken by many critics and fans. Beautiful shapely figure, deeper seductive voice, and often played femme fatale roles. She was also brilliant and an inventor. Mainly self-taught, she invested her spare time, including on set between takes, in designing and drafting inventions, which included an improved traffic stoplight and a tablet that would dissolve in water to create a flavored carbonated drink, and much more.

Gorgeous and brilliant pioneer of modern technology and the middle part.

Marilyn Monroe:

She's amazing!!! A classic bombshell, as well as a strong women who overcame so many obstacles. She also advocated for others, like Ella Fitzgerald.

That fucking saxophone that cuts in whenever she appears on screen in Some Like it Hot

I mean, it's Marilyn Monroe. She's adorable. She's gorgeous. She funny. She's the total package

She's the original American sex symbol, an iconic beautiful woman with eyes you could get lost in, legs for days, gorgeous hair, and a cute tummy. Her voice! Just listen to her voice!!!!!

She is considered one of THE sex symbols of the 1960s and one of the greatest actresses of all time! She HAS to be on this list!

no vintage movie woman is more iconically hot

People are most familiar with pictures of her in the white dress or the Happy Birthday Mr President one, but imo she is at her most beautiful and looks most comfortable when she is photographed by women like Eve Arnold

It’s Marilyn Monroe. If Aphrodite was an actual person, she’d be Marilyn. Do I really need to say more?

What can I say that hasn't been said? Marilyn's legacy is so much bigger than she was in life. She's a defining symbol of 50s and 60s Hollywood sex and it's obvious why. She was absolutely stunning and the camera loved her.

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Young Arthur Morgan is so funny to me because he is hinted at being everything BUT the calm, thoughtful man we know of today. He is described to be a menace from the mere age of fourteen and when he was twentyone he got so annoyed fish weren't biting that he just went and brought three ones and presented them to Dutch and Hosea as his own catch. Like this was an easily fustrated, angry kid who was probably SO easy to tease.

You cannot tell me that when john joined that he didn't stick his tongue out at Arthur and Arthur JUMPED at him. I see so many who thinks Arthur would be this kind of annoyed but calm big brother when I think he would be the "try me and you will find out what your guts look like" kind, like he will be GLARING at John if he comes anywhere near him and jump at the chance to get at him.

Imagine Dutch teaching Arthur to read, I don't think that it went well at all, I think that Arthur just said "I don't need to know how to read!" threw the book away and stormed off and first actually learned it after he had stood in a situation where he actually needed it and he realised he was fucked. He was probably still a bitch about it tho, getting all up in Dutch's face about it but following him around camp in case he found a word he didn't understand.

I think that Arthur learned to love John, but he was definitely rough with him and there were times where Hosea was genuinely worried if the two of them would end one another but then he sees how they protect each others backs in battles and realises he doesn't have to worry.

ANYWAYS, Arthur Morgan was a violent kid and he would not cry while learning math with Dutch at the kitchen table, he would just run off.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA FOR TELLING MY FRIEND TO STOP LETTING INTERNET RANDOS RUN THEIR LIFE.

I m20 and my best friend f21 talk about everything to eachother. We’ve been best friends for around 3 years but we got in a fight the other day here’s the tea:

She loves a really popular musician. Infact the most popular musician in the world. And she thinks that she’s being victimized and infact endangered due to the fact that a very small amount of people compared to the amount of fans the musician has don’t like them.

I think this is absolutely crazy. I think this is like when American southern Christians say that they’re oppressed like there isn’t a church on the corner of every street. This musician plays on the radio every other song, this musician sold out their over expensive tour, this musician is the darling of celebrity life and this musician is a billionaire.

Another thing is that the fans of this musician are extremely toxic. There are a few good ones including my friend but usually they are obsessive and mean.

My friend says that people bully her for liking this musician and she acts like it’s a weird interest that only a few people have but I think that’s crazy talk because this musicians fans bullied me as a child for liking things like doctor who and lotr. The even crazier thing is my friend has a ton of actual interests that people are mean to people about. Like indie video games and other bands but she chooses to act like this one is ACTUALLY the biggest thing that people don’t like about her.

I listened to her rant about how oppressed she was for liking this musician for around 30 minutes before telling her that she couldn’t let random people on the internet dictate her life or how she lived and that none of these people affect the musician in any way. I told her that the musician is a billionaire with a hot Boy friend who is literally not hurt in anyway by people on the internet not liking them.

She got upset and told me that she thought I would understand and that she listens to me vent about people mischaracterizing my characters all the time so I should’ve just listened to her.

Now there are a couple things about that that are funny including: she does the same thing. She talks to me about when people mischaracterize her characters and I agree with her and support her. She also vents to me about every single problem in her life all the time and I listen to her and give her advice.

I love her she’s amazing and smart and kind but this one time I drew the line because she is not the victim here.

Anyways she hasn’t talked to me in 3 days and I sent her an apology text which she has not responded too. AITA?

[twisted-king]

Salve! You're response from my previous question is appreciated and helpful.(^-^)

I was wondering what your character limit was since I wanted to make a request. Is it possible if you can do a hc with Trey Clover, Jade Leech, Jamil Viper, and Idia Shroud with a F!S/O that has snake bite piercings?

Like, they didn't know it at first but F!S/O just randomly bought it up. How would they feel about said piercings? Do they find it attractive? Or looks down upon them? I'll leave it up to you♥︎

You don't have to do it if you're uncomfy about piercings♥︎

(Also, have you heard of the "Beta punk Jade"?👀)

Thank you for your time!(^-^)/♡☆ミ

ooooh absolutely!!! I have a few ear piercings myself actaully aha..

Beta Jade being a little punkish is SO funny to me.

Trey Clover, Jade Leech, Jamil Viper, and Idia Shroud

with an S/O who has snake bite piercings.

Kind of short this time...

Trey Clover

He thinks they are super cool!!

He would never do that to himself becasuse ouch pain.

Like when you brought up your own piercings to Trey he's like "Oh thats cool- did they hurt??"

And he legally has to ask "Do you have to brush your teeth any differently?"

Lowkey thinks its hot.

He's a tad bit plain so he does have moments where he's a little... judgy about it?

Like they'll get caught on something and he'll make a comment on it

"See, this is why I don't have any piercings myself"

Outside of small moments like that he's real chill!

Jade Leech

Oh?????

He's observant!!! he noticed right away <3

But he'll keep to himself for now.

So when you bring up your piercings Jade finally gets to ask some things he's been dyyying to know about.

"So, humans pierce more than their ears... interesting."

Jade lowkey wants one too,,,

He'd like to match, but you definitely pull them off better in this eyes (Jade heart eyes)

Maybe with enough convincing you take him to get a matching one!

Happy eel boyfie

Jamil Viper

He's busy, so you DO kind of need to mention it, like he'll notice but forget to comment

Huh? oh? your lips, they have metal-

"Snake bite piercings...? really?" then he does a little smrik because

You got snake bites

his last name is Viper....

Weird sense of pride about them.

He ADORES THEM

I think Jamil would like to lightly poke at them sometimes, he kind of sees them as a reminder of himself and your relationship.

He doesn't want his own, but maybe he'd get you some fancier piercings when he spots them now!

Idia Shroud

Yeah you,,, you HAVE to tell him

WHOAAAA holy shit that so pog babe- anyways.

"Eh? You actually got a snake bite? ohmygods this is JUST like my fanfi- I've said too much."

Idia REALLY likes them (he has a crush on you how embarassing!!!)

He kind of just... stares sometimes. He's looking at your face but he pinks up a little when he sees the piercings.

Idia also kind of wants them but he is way too scared to actually get anything othert than his ears pierced (With good reason too i have no doubts he was weak skin)

You also notice he is not so subtly changing his pfps to characters with piercings

He thinks ur rlly cool...

[cjrights]

here m sorry these took so long...life is lifing. Anyways lil bit of suggestive scenes, some injury description, and some good angst. So pls just read at your own risk and once again I'm sorry if these aren't as good.

"You know we gotta get up pretty girl," your girlfriends words make you whine softly and bury your face into her chest, nuzzling tighter to her warmth. For once, you were the one being over clingy instead of Paige and while she did love the attention she did not love the fact that you had a game that you would soon be late for if you didn't get up.

"Babe come on, you know I'd cuddle you all day but you've got a game."

"But it's so cold! I'm warm blooded and need to stay that way!" You protest and your girlfriend rolls her eyes.

"I-it's not that cold..." she states faltering slightly as she looks out the window. While the calendar said spring was in the air and flowers would soon be following showers, Uconn had not gotten the memo and it was a toasty 29 degrees with snow flurries filling the windy air.

You snort into her chest. "Fucking bullshit and you know it. And why are you whining so much? You get to stay in bed with your girlfriend all day," you remind her kissing lightly at her collarbone, smirking at the way she goes stiff instantly. "All nice and warm inside and we don't have to leave."

Your abruptly cut off by Paige yanking herself out of bed, making you whine softly at the loss of body heat and your pillow. "I know pretty girl, I want to stay to but your coach might shoot me if I let that happen. Now come on, time for breakfast."

Begrudgingly you grabbed your blanket and followed after her to the kitchen. She'd picked up a pack of your favorite wild-berry protein muffins and grabbed two bananas and started to slice them up once you'd entered. "Glad to see you with the land of the living," she teases, and you know she just wants to get you annoyed.

"Shut it Bueckers," you grumble, sitting at the counter and shoving a chunk of muffin into your mouth, "and be grateful you managed to get me out of bed."

"Funny how a few months earlier I was grateful I'd managed to get you in bed."

At that you feel your cheeks go red, and Paige chuckles fondly pressing a kiss to the side of your head and settling into the bar stool next to yours. Pouting slightly at her meaness you swivel your stool away slightly.

"Awe, pretty girls in a bad mood?"

"Yeah no shit. I'm about to go play a game in snow, wind, and thirty degree weather. How the hell am i supposed to be cheery?"

"By knowing your totally awesome and hot girlfriend will be there to cheer you on and then warm you up after?"

You just grumble and nod slightly before finishing your breakfast. Not bothering to wash the dishes you opt for sticking them in the sink and shuffle over to the ensuite bathroom, Paige mirroring your every move. She happily follows, and you both grab your toothbrushes hurrying through the dental routine, Paige pouting as you hold up a flossing stick. "Is this really necessary..."

"Yes. If you think I'll date someone with a gross mouth you've got another thing coming."

"Fine."

You quickly do your skincare, quite minor really, just some cleanser and a quick lip balm. "I don't even know why I do my skincare before game day. The eyeblacks so oily I'll just break out," you whine up at Paige.

"I mean you could just skip the eyeblack."

"Can't that would mean badluck and badluck would mean the team would lose and it would be my fault. So not happening."

"I think  you like to over analyze things."

"Eh whatever, I'll just stick a patch on whatever giant whitehead I'm blessed with."

Paige rolls her eyes and lets you leave her to finish up in the bathroom. You hurriedly scramble into the navy and white uniform , not wanting to give Paige enough time for more distraction. Grabbing a spray bottle and detangler you carefully work out the knots that had formed with a comb and as you do so Paige emerges, now looking clean and wide awake.

"Hair time?" she asks.

"Hair time. Can we please do Dutch braids again?"

She shakes her head, smiling fondly. "Course, my princess never wears anything but Dutch braids," she states, settling down onto the bed and pulling you into her lap, then grabbing a tray of elastics and beginning to weave one side of your hair. You blush slightly at the close contact, your back flush against her chest but relax quickly realizing you could feel her heartbeat perfectly at this angle.

"You know it would be a lot more fun if you knew how to braid to. That way we could each do each others game day hair," she exclaims suddenly, making you wince slightly at the tug.

"Baby ow! Tender headed here! And are you sure you want me doing your hair? I've had so many people try and teach me and I fail each time. I wouldn't want to mess up your gameday look."

She pauses for a moment then looks down at you with pleading eyes. "Pleassse? I love haiving my hair played with and it would be even better if it was you babe..." Paige glances down at you with puppy like eyes.

"Alright I'll give it a try....just don't blame me when Azzi has to rush to fix it before one of your games!" You add quickly, not wanting to face the brunette, who you truthfully, thought was the scariest of the basketball team, followed only by Nika.

"Yes!" she exclaims like an excited five year old. "Thank you babe!"

You roll your eyes, but can't help find the childlike excitment sort of endearing.

"And we are done!" she declares, releasing your hair and then holding up a mirror so you could inspect. Two simple Dutch braids now tied down your slightly wavy hair and plain white elastics that matched your uniform were present.

"Thank you baby," you state, reaching up and pecking her on the cheek affectionately. "Ready to do my eye black?" You ask glancing down at your phone to make sure you weren't late.

She grins, "course I'm ready!" Three swoops down, two swoops across, repeat the process on each cheek and your eyeblack was done. Two simple cross like designs on each of your cheeks. "Perfect!" She declares.

"And just in the nick of time because I have got to go!" You state getting up and beginning to collect your last minute necesseties. Paige slips out of the room as you do so, and when you walk out tugging on your coat she offers you a full freshly iced water bottle, sunflower seeds, and some watermelon sourpatches, a particular dugout snack of yours. "Thank you Paigey," you state, getting up on your tiptoes to press your lips to hers, a kiss she eagerly accepts. Although you'd woken up a bit grumpy, you were certainly smiling when you left the apartment. Who wouldn't be when they got to a spend a morning with a girl like Paige?

10. Accidentally trauma bonding over injuries.

"So, what do you think is wrong with her again?" Paige asks, and you resist the urge to groan at your overprotective girlfriend's question. While she meant well, she'd also asked the same damn thing about a hundred times in the past half an hour.

"Paige, baby, she already told you. We. Don't. Know. Yet." You emphasize every word and shoot an apolegetic look at the athletic trainer, while you perform the girlfriend equivalent of gentle parenting. "I know you're worried about me and I appreciate that, but theres no need to keep harassing the poor trainer, she's not going to time travel forward or anything. Sorry about that," you add to the trainer who just smiles fondly.

"Don't worry about it, you think Paige isn't the same way when one of her teammates get hurt? She might act all big and tough but she's one of the biggest team mamas rve ever seen." Laughs the athletic trainer, which you join in on once Paige goes red in the face.

"I am not a team mama for making sure my teammates are ok!"

She rolls her eyes. "You are when you won't leave their side and sit here fussing over them."

Someone emerges back into the room. I don't know his exact position but I was pretty sure he was the trainers supervisor or something of that sort.

"Alright so I've got good news for you. You didn't tear or rupture anything, just overstrained the hell out of your upper leg."

A breath you didn't know you were holding leaves your lips. Honestly you didn't know what had happened, you'd be running the bases and when you went to round one, your entire right leg slipped out from underneath you, slamming into the ground and basically hyperextending itself. When you tried to stand up to prove you were ok your knee simply buckled at the weight.

"Fuck. How long am I out for ?"

"As long as you need to heal." Your girlfriend states firmly.

"And in your eyes I'll be healing for fucking ten years."

"Don't worry it won't be ten years. You just yanked a lot of muscle and tendon from where they weren't supposed to be. Should be a month, two months tops." You didn't hear the rest of what she said. A month? Fucking two months? You couldn't be out for this long...the team needed you and you had to play and no playing meant you were practically useless. 

 "We'll give you some stretches and other home remedies as well," explained the supervisor, opening up a filing cabinet and leafing through various exercises. She hands you a sheet of cardstock displaying various stretching positions, most done with two people. "Now these are all simple enough if you follow the directions. Although you'll need someone to help you."

"Don't worry I got it."

"Of course, you do..." you mutter under your breath in slight annoyance as you sit back, heart clenching weakly. You didn't want to be out...you wanted to play and be a part of the softball team that had proven to be your most stable family in years. Paige murmurs something to you and your not sure you truly process it, you just nod numbly, trying to process. Why had you been so stupid? Why couldn't you have just not gotten injured. If you hadn't you would've been helping the team and- 

"Babe? We're home now." Your girlfriends gentle tone breaks you out of your train of thought and you look around. When the hell had this happened? Had you really been that delirious? You try to think of a response but before you can, Paige has the engine turned off, her door opened then closed, and now is scooping you up bridal style ignoring your dead annoyed stare. 

"Paige."

"Hey don't be that way. You need to stay off your hip for a while. And the trainer said to use RICE, which if I'm not mistaken, two massive components are rest and elevation, both of which I'm doing right now," she states, carefully carrying you up to the door and reaching into her pocket, slightly struggling to pull out the house keys. 

"Jesus Christ I can take care of myself. You don't need to baby me..." you mumble, and to your relief Paige resultantly sets you down.

 Admittedly, you lean heavily on the wall for support, stumbling carefully towards your bedroom. Your hip twinges with each step sending a searing feeling of pins and needles going up through your leg. The pain is so unbearable you want to just flop on the floor right there. But your pride nags at your gut. It wants you to not be worthless to prove that your better than this stupid injury and that your worth is more than being a softball catcher. 

Your girlfriend follows you, soft blue eyes wide with concern and caution, always ready to catch you in case you fell. Although it probably took you triple the amount of time and some small tears, you reached your bedroom, sending a warm streak of pride through you. Yes! You could still do something and not be totally worthless to everyone around you. Flopping down face first into the bed you breathe in the warm scent of your girlfriend, which lately seems to have taken over all of the bedding. As annoying and overly protective as she might have been you did love her- and how she smelled like vanilla and cinnamon rubbed into a body.

You don't know how long you lay there before Paige comes in. "Baby? I've got your ice and some ibuprofen, the trainer said you need to take it twice a day, supposed to keep the swelling n stuff down and help you out."

"I don't wanna...I just want my stupid fucking hip to not be a broken mess," you whine slightly. "It's barely been two hours and I miss softball. How the hell can I be out for a month? Hell, two months?"

You don't realize you've started crying until you feel the feather light brush of Paige's thumb against your cheek. "Hey, hey, I know it hurts babe, I know," she soothes, quick to pull you against her with a hug, something you gratefully accept and use as an opportunity to nuzzle into her collarbone.

"It makes me feel worthless," you mumble, and somehow the confession hurts ten times more than hyperextending your hip every did. "I mean, I'm not that smart or pretty or anything else. M'just a catcher and that's all I've ever been." You were no fool, you hadn't come to UConn because someone thought you'd were interesting or smart or stood out. Nope, you were just an athlete.

She pulls you back, forcing you to look her in the eye. "No. You are so much more than that. Don't you ever say that. You are beautiful, you are smart, you are the most amazing and caring person I've ever met. You never ever say that about yourself, you hear me?" She practically demands, tilting your chin up so you look her head on, and that ice blue gaze in inescapable. "Please baby, listen to me. This is how I felt with my ACL. Worthless," her blue eyes glisten with unshed tears. "My life was turned upside down I couldn't do what I loved and suddenly the girl who was supposed to be a star turned into the wannabee player who rode the bench and was worthless in the eyes of the media. But I healed and I just kept trying to remeber. Its not all for your coach, or teammates or the media. It's just for you. Healing through that injury made me stronger and helped me recognize that I was far more than just a basketball player, and now it's time I help you do the same." 

By the end of her little speech both of you are in tears and you felt shitty. How the hell had Paige not told you about this, how had you not noticed. How much of a shitty girlfriend were you. 

"M'sorry Paige, I should've done something." You mumble and her eyes widen in surprise. 

"What? Baby, no, no, that is not your fault in the slightest. You can't change how someone else feels only influence it." She reaches out to grasp your hands and you squeeze hers and her thumbs circle over your knuckles soothingly. 

"I guess we both needed this..." you mumble after a few minutes of relative silence. 

"Yeah...and lets promise not to bottle all of this up. Its not good for either of us, especially knowing we have the other to help us through it."

You smile slightly, eyes still glistening with tears. "Yeah, promise."

11. Post game showers with Paige >>>>>>>>>>>>>

The bright lights overhead suddenly wake you up from your reclined position in the passenger seat of Paige's car. You whine sleepily and rub at your eyes. Paige is out of the driver's seat, presumably pumping gas based on what you can see. 

Tonight, had been long. You'd gotten to school at twelve expecting to play a three o'clock game. Then a freak rainstorm had hit, drenching the fields and pushing playtime back till five. Worse yet, the entire game was close, and you only just pulled a win out of your ass at the tenth inning. Yes, the fucking tenth inning, neither UConn nor the Syracuse team could score after hitting eights. You'd ending up catching the whole game and your knees seemed barely able to support yourself by the ending of it. Which wasn't till 10:30 something at night. Then coach dragged you all into the locker room and basically screamed at you all for not being able to get outs and hit the ball and making a game way to close than it ever needed to be. In all honesty you were too tired to care, hell, you'd been trying not to fall asleep on the shoulder of your pitcher. Paige ended up convincing you to leave your car at the school, she had class tomorrow and didn't mind picking it up. Quite honestly you were so tired it wasn't a good idea for you to drive so you accepted her offer and began the twenty-minute drive back to the apartment. 

"Hey ma, sorry I woke you," your blonde girlfriend murmurs as she climbs back into the drivers seat, quick to restart the car and crank up the heat. "Go back to sleep for a bit baby, we've still got five minutes."

You contemplate for a second before shaking your and sitting up, your jaws eclipsing with a yawn. "Mmm, I think I'm up for a minute, the lights got me going." You state as she pulls away from the gas station, lightly shifting her hand to massage your upper leg, just as she always does. The pair of you drive in comfortable silence, your apartment coming into view. 

"Come on, let's go inside the only things I want are a hot shower and cuddles from my girlfriend," you exclaim easily, unlocking your door.

Paige chuckles and eagerly follows, "you make that seem like it's a hard ship. And like I don't want to shower with my sexy girl," She teases, as you walk into the apartment, making sure to lock the door behind you two. You pause only to grab a small dove chocolate out of the dish and hurry to your ensuite bathroom. Unwrapping your chocolate, you roll your eyes, noticing Paige's pouty face and break it in half, popping a piece into her mouth. "Mm chocolate," she hums appreciatively, and you nod in agreement, stripping your jersey off, then sports bra.

You roll your eyes as her ice blues immediately glue themselves to your chest.

 "Godamn...I am one lucky woman." She reaches out to touch and you nudge her off lightly. 

"No way in hell bucko, I can barely walk as it is."

Paige snickers, "bet I can make that issue worse," she teases, wrapping her hands around your hips from behind and kissing your neck lovingly.

You pat her on the chest lightly before turning away and twisting the shower dial to the hot side. "Shower Paigey," you state insistently, the affects of the game starting to rehit you, as your knees tremble slightly from stepping over the edge of the tub. 

Paige is quick to join you, and even quicker to take control. "Here baby, I know your tired so let me do the work," she insists, grabbing your shampoo bottle and beginning to work a thick lather into your hair, massaging your scalp lightly as she goes. You groan slightly at the sensation, melting into the massage. You also realize your at the perfect height to nuzzle your face into her boobs as she washes your hair, not even having to strain to be comfortable. You end up laying on her half asleep. 

While the massage feels good for a little bit, your tiredness eventually starts to wear on you. "Are you almost done? I feel like I'm about to collapse." You whine slightly, although you really weren't kidding, your knees and back and hips were all about ready to give. 

"I know ma, m'almost there I promise," she states, squirting body wash on the body lougha and taking care to rub the remaining dirt off of your body, which admittedly feels very nice, especially after diving in the dirt and sweatning for the past ten plus hours. Against, your will you feel your eyes closed. You were far to relaxed to be able to stay awake- at least stay awake and be in a good mood. Sadly, your sleepy bliss is broken a few minutes later by the water spraying all over you to rinse out the suds and conditioner. 

"No Paigey!" You about wail into her, stuffing your face into her chest. You just wanted to be done. Today had been long and you were overtired and overstimulated as shit. 

"I know sweet girl, I know," soothes the blonde, not phased. This hadn't been the first time she'd seen you overtired like this and expected it to happen at some point. "All done now," she states, turning off the water and grabbing your towel off the toilet, wrapping it around you, then grabbing her own to pin around her waist. She wastes no time scooping you up and gently carrying you to bed, where she gently plops you, before digging through the drawers for warmer pajamas. You only whine slightly when she makes you turn over from your stomach down position and raise your arms up to pull a loose t-shirt over your head. 

You start to doze off, but as you do feel slightly bad. "M'sorry I'm so crabby when I'm sleepy, Paigey. I promise I don't mean it."

"Don't worry about its sweet girl," she reassures you as she climbs into bed next to you, opening up her arms. You happily oblige the offer, cuddling close to the point your sprawled across her chest. "Everyone needs to be taken care eventually." She murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead as your eyes close, mind already half asleep. "I love you so much." All Paige gets is a soft snore in response, but that doesn't matter. She knows you love her and she loves you right back.

-sea otter anon (once again on the laptop lol) i can't even tell if these are good if I'm being honest with u. Night night online mom!

BABE THESE ARE BEAUUUUUUTIFUL

god bless you god bless yo mama god bless america

i hope everything is ok though!! i hope you enjoy writing these because i definitely enjoy reading themmm i love you

[ghouly-boiiiii]

Does Max give anyone else major twist villain vibes???

Okay I haven't talked about Max much yet, but I think it's really funny to see people talking about him like he's just this sweet innocent cinnamon roll when my read on his character was the COMPLETE opposite.

I mean yes, he seems very sweet. He's very soft spoken. Naive in a way like Lucy, but not as much. Kinda vulnerable. Got a killer smile. And some of the moments with him and Lucy are pretty adorable. But damn if he doesn't have a DARK side!

Like I've heard people say that Max is stupid or that Aaron Moten's acting is bad, but hell no. Aaron Moten sold me on his acting during the interrogation scene. Max was scared shitless and I FELT that. I think Max was meant to be played as a character who lacks understanding about certain things and seems disconnected from people due to both being brought up in basically a cult and having an inherent lack of empathy.

You think about the fact that he admitted he wanted Dane to get hurt, someone who's supposed to be his best friend. How he coldly sat there and watched Titus die. And before that stood there and watched him get mauled by a bear, almost like he was fascinated by it and wanted to see what was gonna happen. The fact that he tried to kill Thaddeus the moment he became a threat, even though the two of them had appeared to have bonded and developed a genuine friendship. And let's not forget he was willing to let all of Vault 4 get plunged into darkness just so he could keep playing with his power armor.

Max wants to be a knight, he wants to be a hero. And I think he tells himself he wants it for the right reasons, but I think what he REALLY wants is power and recognition. Which is really what every (okay maybe not every, but a lot) good villain wants, right? Because at the end of the day Max wants what Max wants. He's selfish, even though he doesn't think he is.

And sure, he's nice to Lucy. And he went balls to the wall to save her when he thought Vault 4 was gonna execute her. But she's a pretty girl who helped him and offered him a safe home. When she gave him the proposition that if she helped him bring back the head, he would have the Brotherhood lend her some knights to save her dad, he KNEW he couldn't make that promise. But he made the deal anyway. So he doesn't REALLY care about her or what she wants.

And that blank stare he gets when he gets mad? ACTUALLY terrifying. The guy's got serious psychopath vibes. Literal anti-social personality disorder, if you ask me. In fact the first thing I thought about when Max let Titus die is this kids going to end up going to the dark side lol.

And I think that would work really well thematically if they plan on giving The Ghoul a redemption arc beside it. There are so many parallels between Lucy and The Ghoul, and they have such a strong connection to the beginning when the bombs dropped. I get that Max is there to represent the Brotherhood and he's from Shady Sands, the town Hank destroyed, but it felt weird that he didn't seem to be AS important in the grand scheme of things compared to Cooper and Lucy.

But if Max turned out to be a badass twist villain to thematically contrast Cooper's redemption arc, while Lucy remains steadfast to her commitment to goodness and the golden rule I feel like that would really round it out. It would make sense if you consider a lot of people have pointed out that Lucy, Cooper and Max all seem to represent different play styles and different moral alignments. And I think it'd be pretty crazy if the writers of the show set out to make it seem like Ghoul is a bad guy and Max is a good guy, but then it ended up being the opposite.

I mean, there are definitely hints all over the show that The Ghoul isn't as bad as he may seem. And Max has already done some pretty messed up stuff, so I'd say the possibility is totally there, and I'd be here for it!

Who's with me???

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hiii. It's been while, but here I am to annoy you with the occasional prompt once more :P

How would the SDV + SVE spouses react to the farmer (who is their partner, spouses or just dating) introducing them to the racoon family? (Because I love torturing Magnus, maybe the parents end up trusting him with their children and make him their babysitter)

❗🦝Spoilers for SDV 1.6.🦝❗

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Heya, good to see you again! :3

When I wrote the headcanon about this, I'm surprised that no one in the game reacted to the new raccoon house. Like, nobody? Not even least Marnie or Leah? Oh, well... 😅Anyway, thanks for the ask and enjoy! 💕

SDV/SVE spouses react to the Farmer introducing them to the raccoon family:

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SDV bachelors/ettes:

The little gray lumps decided to playfully attack Sam right away, poking their wet noses at him and pawing through his bag looking for anything interesting. The young guitarist laughed resoundingly, and decided to use his hand as a "claw" to show the raccoons that he was accepting the game. The babies are having fun squeaking and jumping, Sam is outright glowing with happiness, the parent raccoons are taking a break from the noisy kids, and Farmer is taking pictures on their phone to capture this touching moment.

Sebastian was probably most at ease with the raccoons, sitting on the grass while the little cubs sniffed curiously at the stranger. Farmer crouched nearby, showing their forest friends that Sebby could be trusted. So in five minutes the little raccoons were already playing and jumping around the two of them without restraint. Funny little animals. He won't mind continuing to frolic with his friendly neighbors. Hm, maybe bring them a tasty treat?

Well... Those are definitely real raccoons. It's just that after Farmer's words "neighbors-raccoons", Elliott thought at first that his dear husband did not characterize people so kindly, and then the writer remembered that he had never heard of any new residents of the Valley. The raccoons were surprisingly calm, they seemed to know Farmer for a long time, and the cubs were not afraid of Elliott at all. "Meeting with the forest neighbors..." Hmm, not a bad title for his little novella...

When the Farmer told Harvey that they had purchased so many broccoli seeds from raccoons, the local doctor thought it was a bit of an odd joke that he had no way of understanding. But now he saw with his own eyes as the raccoon came out of their little house and gave Harvey's spouse a baggie of seeds, taking pine cones in exchange. A mixture of confusion and shock, and then complete acceptance of the fact, because, as far back as Harvey could remember, the Farmer had done stranger things.

Shane stood motionless, with a "I don't get paid enough for this shit" look on his face while little baby raccoons sat on his head, shoulders, and scratched his new shoes. He definitely thinks he looks silly. But they seem like cool animals, not aggressive, plus Farmer is smiling so wide and sincere at this picture. So Shane is willing to put up with the squeaky sounds of the fidgety cubs once a week. The only no is introducing his with Farmer children or Jas. Better save that sorry.

Raccoons? Not the same ones Alex's grandfather has been complaining about for the past week? The athlete is used to seeing them as pests, since Alex used to be the one who was always picking up trash from the overturned trash bin. So he shows a bit of distrust when he finds out that their "new cool neighbors" are raccoons. Although Alex has no beef with these raccoons specifically, they seem to be peaceful, plus their cubs are super adorable.

Oh, Leah had known for a long time for that tree stump mini-cabin near the farm. Excellent carpentry, by the way. It was very skillful. And the raccoons who had settled there were apparently enjoying their cozy new place of residence, which would shelter them from any weather. Nevertheless, Leah does not dare to disturb the local fauna and advises Farmer not to get close to the raccoons, believing that animals should be respected.

When Penny saw Farmer with raccoons in their arms, the girl wanted to scream in horror, but ended up just squeaking. These are certainly not dangerous animals like a bear or wolves, but even just a couple of aggressive raccoons can pose a serious threat to humans. And the fact that the Farmer was near their cubes... But these raccoons don't seem to mind human company... probably domesticated. Penny is certainly glad that everything went well, but maybe they both shouldn't bother the wild fauna any further?

So the Farmer has been buying carrot seeds from real raccoons all this time? That's awesome! Abigail isn't exactly thrilled about the carrots, though. She didn't seem too surprised by the situation itself. Even wanted to see what else the forest fauna were selling. Seeds, seeds, more seeds... Oh, magic rock candy? Now that's interesting! Especially while she's looking at all the possible items, the baby raccoons are playing with her. So Abby is very happy to have such neighbors.

Haley squeaked twice, the first out of delight at the raccoon family in their cute little house, and the second out of surprise and fear because the raccoons had come too close to her. They don't carry rabies, do they? She looks at her spouse, waiting for their answer. At Farmer's approval, she decided to gently pet the raccoon, who seems didn't mind at all. It was fun, but Haley had had enough contact with nature for the day. Btw, where is her camera? Because she'll definitely take a dozen cute photos before leaving.

On the one hand, Maru's inner voice urges her to counsel herself and her dear spouse against contact with wild animals. On the other hand, Farmer playing with baby raccoons is probably the cutest thing Maru has ever seen, and her heart instantly melts with an overabundance of cuteness. The young inventor would spend days asking the Farmer about the raccoons themselves and how come they made a house for them.

Forest friends! Emily is unbridled delighted that her spouse has introduced her to a family of raccoons. Small and bright animals that playfully run around the blue-haired girl while she herself smiles at the most adorable picture. The interaction alone filled Emily with a huge amount of positive emotions. Oh, and the raccoons look happy in their cozy little house! She should definitely sew a couple of warm plaids for them, so that the baby raccoons will definitely not freeze in winter.

SVE bachelors/ettes:

Considering that Magnus's partner had previously shown him their ability to talk to the forest fauna ("Deal with bear and maple syrup???"), the introduction to raccoons didn't surprise him too much. What did surprise him, however, was that the parents wanted to give him, a wizard they didn't know well, their raccoon children to look after. With all due respect, he was not a babysitter for forest animals! Magnus already had his own children and a pupil to look after.

*Chuckle* What a adorable forest family. Lance is rather pleased to hear that the Farmer and he have good neighbours. Although the gallant adventurer himself doesn't have a chance to talk to the raccoon parents (and to any wild animals), their behaviour towards Lance says that they are not aggressive and don't consider him a threat. He is more interested in the fact that Farmer is actively trading with the raccoons, exchanging coal for mahogany seeds...

Farmer, wait! Stay away from the raccoons, they can be dangerous! Why don't they listen to Victor? He knows what he's talking about. Moreover, the spaghetti lover has told them many times how he was attacked by a vicious raccoon in town a long time ago. He was terrified. So don't- Farmer? Where are you going? Please don't go near- Oh... Are these raccoons tame? Did they make them a house? To keep them warm in the winter? Oh, how nice of them- ???? Did- did they just buy carrot seeds from raccoons?...

Oh, a raccoon family? This is unusual. Well, Claire kind of realises that the forest is very close by, so it's no wonder there are wildlife running around. but she never noticed this little house with cute raccoon faces sticking out of it. The red-haired girl worries when Farmer gets too close to the animals, what if her parents think they're a threat to the little ones? But they seem to regard them as their own and allow them to be petted. Claire would rather watch from the sidelines if her spouse doesn't mind.

...Olivia was beginning to worry that these raccoons wouldn't hesitate to come to their farm and make a mess in the beds. Living in the city, she knew these animals as pests and disease-carriers that crawl through bins. So she honestly said she wasn't too comfortable around raccoons. Although these ones seem to behave differently, without aggression. And the house is pretty nice. But she will need time to get used to such "neighbours".

Oh, Yoba, the Farmer made this little house themselves?! And the raccoons have babies! Five, or even six! That's so cute! Sophia is even willing to forgive the raccoons for knocking over her trash can last week, because it's the cutest thing she's ever seen in her life. The pink-haired girl is still afraid to touch them since they are wild animals after all. But she'll definitely take 100+ photos of the forest family and be sure to show Scarlett, because it's super adorable!

[queen-of-the-avengers]

After So Long

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.7k

Warnings: angst

Summary: You're forced to go back to the one place you tried to hard to get away from. You're forced to contront the memories you left behind.

Between Love and Hate Masterlist

Squares Filled: protection (2023) for @buckybarnesbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

Then

It seemed like wherever Bucky went, Steve and Sam followed. You thought it’d be nice to go shopping at your local mall with Bucky since he’d been so busy with work. You put on something cute to wear and did your hair only to feel like you’re being followed the whole time. You tried to ignore them but it was hard when you saw their black clothes in every corner.

“Does this look cute?” you asked and held up a shirt.

“On me or you?” Bucky joked.

“Ha-ha, very funny. Wait, it might look good on you.”

Bucky smiled and took the shirt while you moved to a different section of the store, the dresses. He didn’t mind holding the things you wanted to get. He’d do it forever if he knew this made you happy. It does. You liked shopping. Just not with grown men following you.

“Do they have to be here?” you sighed as you looked at the dresses.

“It’s a precaution, pisică.”

You liked the little nicknames he gave you, especially in his native tongue, Romanian.

“Because of your job?” Bucky nodded. “When are you gonna tell me what you do?”

“I’d rather stay in our little bubble a little while longer, if possible.”

“Fine, but you will have to tell me eventually.” Bucky didn’t respond to that. Once you were done with the dresses, you moved to the jewelry section. The prices in this store were outrageous and you turned to Bucky with a frown. “Are you sure we should keep shopping here? I’ve already spent enough of your money.”

“Pisică, I make more money in an hour than the one hundred grand you’re going to spend.”

“You’re spoiling me,” you grinned.

Bucky pulled you into him and placed his hands on your ass, not caring if anyone saw.

“You’re my girl. Of course, I will.”

He leaned down and kissed you and your heart swelled in happiness.

Now

You always knew Bucky would find you but you didn’t know when or where it’d happen. He truly didn’t know where you were for the first six months you were gone. After you enrolled in college, he found you. In order to apply for it, you had to use your real name which Sam caught when he was looking for you online.

Despite what you may think of him, he really does love you. He just has a weird way of showing it.

Bucky has left his men behind where you crashed your car at while his driver takes you to one of his mansions. You’ve been to almost all of them because he used to take you all around the country for the hell of it. You have a room in every single one of them.

“Pisică--”

“Don’t call me that,” you snap and look at him.

“It took a long time to find you. I thought you had dropped off the face of the Earth.”

“Bite me.”

“Don’t tempt me,” he smirks. He loses it when he thinks about what to ask next. “Why did you run?”

You look at him with wide eyes and a parted mouth. “Did you really just ask me that? You’re a murderer.”

“Well, that depends on how to look at it.”

“There’s no looking at it differently. You kill people. That’s murder.”

Bucky decides to change the topic because he’s not gonna get far with you accusing him of things he’s done.

“Remember how we met?” It’s incredible how this man can jump from one topic to the next. “I do. I even remember the kiss we shared. Care to hear it from my perspective?”

“Not really?”

He tells you the story anyway as if you weren't there to begin with.

Bucky met up with several potential business partners that he thought would benefit him and his company. He’s one of the biggest mafia bosses this country has ever seen and having allies is much better than having enemies. He controls the weapons market, the communication sector, and most of the casinos across the country. These men would give him access to most of the drug trading posts if they’d only get their heads out of their asses and agree to his terms.

He doesn’t let the storm outside prevent him from doing business which is why he took this little meeting to one of the most expensive and high-end restaurants in town. The owner knows him and always gives him a good deal.

“Ma’am! You can’t just run in here!”

Bucky looks up and locks eyes with the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen before. Granted, she’s soaking wet from the rain outside. She looks fearful as if she’s running from someone. For some reason, Bucky would kill anyone who ever made her feel unsafe, and he doesn’t even know her.

She looks back outside and runs further into the restaurant, ignoring the calls from the hostess. She runs right over to him and interrupts the meeting he carefully set up without a care in the world. There’s panic in her eyes. She’s afraid. If only she knew who he was.

“I’m so sorry. Please play along.”

A man comes into the restaurant just as soaked as she is but Bucky doesn’t have time to react. She sits on his lap and kisses him desperately. He wraps an arm around her waist to keep her from falling off his lap and kisses her back. She is getting his nice suit wet but he doesn’t care. This kiss not only screams ‘I’m desperate’ but it screams ‘I need help’. The men Bucky is with chuckle but he tunes them out.

“Sir!”

Bucky can only assume the man had left the restaurant. His mysterious lover tries to pull away from him but he pulls her in closer and continues to kiss her. Only when he is satisfied does he finally let her go. She turns to check that the man isn’t there anymore and visually relaxes.

“I am so sorry.”

“Ex-boyfriend?”

“Yeah. He wouldn’t let me leave and I only managed to get away from him.” something comes over her face and she backs away in embarrassment. “God, that was so rude of me. I don’t know you. Thank you for that. Again, I’m really sorry I interrupted your dinner.”

She leaves the table and checks to make sure her ex isn’t outside looking for her. Once she feels she’s safe, she runs back outside into the pouring rain. Bucky clears his throat and takes out his phone so he can call one of his trusted men. He has Sam working on something in another state so Steve is who he calls.

“Boss?”

“Did you see her run out?”

“Yes.”

“Follow her. Find out about the boyfriend.”

“Yes, sir.”

Bucky gets off the phone and returns to his meeting like nothing happened.

“You came in there dripping wet. You came over to me and kissed me. Do you remember that kiss? How desperate you were for it?” During his storytelling, Bucky pulled you closer to him and slid his hand in your hair. His hand is so big that he can cup the side of your head and still run his thumb over your bottom lip. “Do you remember the taste of my lips on yours?”

“I will never kiss you again much less do anything more than that.”

You push him away and he smirks in amusement. He keeps his hands to himself for the rest of the ride. His mansion is like the one in New York just with more acres. He has the ultimate dream house fit with anything you can think of. Pools, spas, theaters, sports courts, and a ton more.

You dread coming back here not because it reminds you of Bucky but because it reminds you of the good times you had with him. The times from before you knew what he did for work.

You’re escorted inside his mansion and taken to a room with Steve. It’s like you’re being placed on time out because Steve stands by the door as if he isn’t allowed to let you leave.

“Ai grijă la ea, e foarte drăguță, dar e o fire plină de luptă. Ea nu iese din casă.”

Watch out for her, she’s real pretty but she’s a feisty one. She doesn’t leave the house.

Bucky keeps eye contact with you the whole time before leaving the room. Your blood boils.

“Ești un laș care se ascunde în spatele unei armate de oameni!”

You’re a coward who hides behind an army of men!

Bucky doesn’t bat an eye at your words. He’s the one who taught you Romanian, now you’re using it against him.

“I’m leaving,” you say to Steve and storm to the door.

Steve lets you out of the room knowing there are guards posted at every door to prevent you from leaving the mansion. Sam stands at the front door so he must be done cleaning the crash of your car. 

“Sorry, you can’t leave. Bosses’ order,” Sam says and stops you from leaving.

Instead of standing here arguing with him, you figured you get this over with. Your room hasn’t been touched since you left, and you can only assume your other rooms in the other mansions haven’t been touched either. This room is filled with so many good memories of you and Bucky. You hate that you’re looking at them now with such disdain.

Bucky was never one for pictures so the ones he did take were inappropriate to post anywhere. He thought it was funny to print them out and frame them for your room to always remind you who you belong to. Maybe you still do. Maybe you don’t. You’re not sure of how you feel anymore.

It hurts to look at them because you still love him. You’re so damn in love with him and it hurts because you thought you’d never love a murderer.

Bucky returns to the house hours later, well into the night. He finds you asleep in your own bed with dried tears on your cheeks. He looks at the pictures on the dresser and yanks his tie off angrily. He makes sure to be quiet as he walks over to you.

“I love you so much,” he whispers.

He kisses your forehead before leaving your room. God, he wishes things were different. He hates seeing you in pain.

x

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[teriri-sayes]

Reactions to Crazier Bastard's Chapter 293

Brief summary: Alberu thought that he isn't suited to be a hero. Ahn Roh Man is helping Alberu with his quests. Cale sends Freedom to watch Erza. Clopeh gives Cale some advice on how to deal with Exion.

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Last chapter, I speculated about the true identity of the "God of ???". Alberu himself was not a 100% sure that it was the Absolute God, but wondered if it was another name of the Absolute God.

Then we had some fun interaction between Alberu and Ahn Roh Man (ARM). ARM was helping Alberu with his main quest in becoming an emperor. Though they had a friendly relationship, the two did not quickly trust each other.

Alberu admitted that he refused to call ARM "hyung" because he did not like having someone above him. ARM took this in stride and both just laughed it off.

The part about the hero was somehow sad though. Alberu thought that he was not hero material. 😟 For him, CH, Cale, and Rosalyn were the fairy tale heroes. He preferred to be the king who gave missions to the hero.

3rd Inquisitor Erza was also known for not being able to see or make contracts with elementals, so Cale attached Freedom to watch her. But that was not a good idea... 🤣🤣🤣

Erza sighed and felt something tickling her cheek, causing her to let out an involuntary giggle. She spoke to the air, as it was invisible. "Aren't you supposed to be watching me, and yet you comfort me like this?" She couldn't see or hear the elemental. She could only feel their presence when they used their powers. That's why she couldn't hear what the elementals around her were saying. 'Sniff… Freedom! Good scent! My favorite elf, finally found you!' A few of the wind elementals beside her muttered. 'Hey, shouldn't we tell that elf that there's a crazy elemental attached to her? 'I don't know. That elf can't hear us.' 'What should we do?' 'Oh, I don't know, we can't make a contract with her anyway, so what's the point?' 'But.' And Freedom muttered. 'Freedom, chaos! Romance! Strong elf! Sniff! Swordsman elf! Chaos! Destruction! Destroy! Destroy! Kekekeke!' A cool, soft breeze drifted by Erza's side.

Perhaps it was a good thing that Erza couldn't see or hear elementals... 🤣🤣🤣

Exion was described by Erza to be a crazy person who couldn't communicate. Therefore, when Cale was thinking of that, Clopeh gave him some advice. The advice though.... 🤣🤣🤣

Cale: He's a crazy person who can't communicate. Clopeh: Fufu. Cale-nim. There's something I've learned from creating and leading the Indomitable Alliance. Cale: *listens for now* Clopeh: There's no such thing as a crazy person who can't communicate. Cale: Is that true? Clopeh: Yes. I've met people who were called that, but if you talk to them right, they'll listen. *smiles brightly while looking holy* They all ended up nodding their heads at my words and saying I was right about everything? Cale: ... *frowns* Clopeh: You're a better speaker than I am, Cale-nim, and your good side will be revealed as you talk, so I'm sure you'll definitely communicate well. Cale: ...Right. Narrator: Somehow, Cale had a feeling that the reason Clopeh's conversation partners could communicate well with him wasn't simply because Clopeh was a good talker. Cale: (Let's just agree with him. Yes, I'm sure it was like this. I'm positive that those people expressed agreement to Clopeh's words like me right now.)

Clopeh, you also fit the definition of "crazy person who can't communicate"... 🤣🤣🤣

Ending Remarks Lots of funny moments today, especially the parts with Freedom and Clopeh. Next chapter would be more serious as Cale would be meeting the great elder who watched the World Tree of Aipotu.

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sweet

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ in which dallas winston sneaks into your bedroom

( a/n : this request was so cute! i want dal so badly HOLYY but anyway i hope u cuties enjoy )

the smoke of a candle danced through your room, coating it in a subtle smell of vanilla. the beatles was playing on vinyl, the record spinning endlessly. your vanity was covered in expensive makeup and one of the lightbulbs on the fairylights strung to your wall was flickering, slowly burning out. the new pink pyjamas that your mother bought you sat comfortably on your skin, and the pages of a book were flipping every few minutes.

you feel a sense of calm as you relax. it’s storming heavily out but you’re safe inside, your parents are asleep, and it’s just you and your little dog hanging out on your bed. you’re almost ready to blow out your candle and head to bed.

until you hear a knock on the window. you jump at the sudden sound disrupting your quiet time, but ignore it, thinking it’s just the wind. but then it happens again multiple times. your head is going to worst-case scenario. serial killer? kidnapper? you don’t know, but they’re impatient. so you hesitate, but peak through your lacy curtains. your lover, dallas winston, is staring at you.

you relax your shoulders and sigh, opening your window. “you scared me,” you whisper-yell so you don’t wake your parents. “how do you know where i live?”

“two-bit told me,” he tells you, talking in a normal voice. you elbow him, and he whispers as he continues. “i should be asking you why another man knows your address.”

“i babysit his sister, he drops her off all the time,” you whisper. you’re annoyed at him for showing up at midnight, and you’re about to force him out, until you notice how drenched with rain he is. “you’re all wet, dal,” you sigh. “are you cold?”

he shakes his head and shrugs, sitting on the edge of your bed. “nah, i’m alright, sugar,”

you sit beside him and gently rest your hand on his cheek for a second, checking his temperature to see if he’s lying. “you’re freezing,” you have a worried look in your eye. he knows it all too well, you get nervous for him easily. “i’ll go get you a towel. do you want hot chocolate?”

“baby, i ain’t gonna die of hypothermia,” he assures. “i don’t need hot chocolate.”

“okay,” you give him a kiss on the cheek, then stand up and walk out of the room to grab a towel.

as you walk out of the room and into the hallway, careful not to step on creaky floorboards and wake your loved ones up, dallas sits up from the bed, and starts looking around your room. he’s never been in a rich kids house before. he picks up your expensive lipstick from your vanity, the one you wear everyday, the one that stains his face when you kiss him. he picks up your perfume — he loves your perfume. he loves how you smell, rosey and feminine. the smell of you makes him feel serene, relaxation washing over him. you have this way about you that makes him feel so safe.

after he’s done looking at your vanity and your shelves of books and crystals, he catches a glimpse of himself in the vanity. he doesn’t fit in with you or your room. his hair is wet, his jacket is dirty, his shoes aren’t shiny and he looks roughed up. but what’s funny is that you don’t even care. most socs care about their reputation, they would never want to be seen around a greaser, but you don’t care. he’s never experienced unconditonal love like yours before.

you walk back in with a pink towel and see him looking at himself. “doing your makeup, dal?” you tease, and he playfully rolls his eyes in response.

“very funny, sweetie,” he sits back down on your bed and takes off his jacket.

you sit down beside him and start drying him off, because frankly, you don’t trust him to do it himself. you brush his bare shoulders and you pat his hair with the towel. he’s watching you do it all, admiring your focus and your need to take care of him. he takes your free hand in his own calloused hand, gently rubbing it with his thumb. he has so much love and thankfulness towards you, he just doesn’t know how to express it. him taking your hand causes you to lose your focus and look up at him. his gaze doesn’t drift, a soft smile on his face as your cheeks blush.

“i think i’m dry enough,” he whispers.

you nod, and set the towel down. “okay,”

he takes a breath before speaking again. “can i stay over here tonight?”

you hesitate. you would love for him to stay over, you would love to talk to him all night and spend time with him, but it’s a school night. “my dad wakes me up during school days, dallas, he’ll see you,” you whisper. “and i don’t really want him to know that a boy snuck in my room.”

“what? why? you’ll get grounded or somethin’? c’mon, doll, nothing is gonna happen,” you shrug, and he continues. “i just want to spend some time with my girl, is that a crime?”

“he’ll be mad—“ you start, but he interrupts you with a compromise.

“i’ll be out at 6:00, your old man won’t see me. i gotta help buck clean up the bar, anyway,” he insists.

“..fine.” you agree, a little smile growing on your face at the excitement of dallas sleeping over.

he gives you a peck on the lips. you guys continue talking for a little bit longer, about how he didn’t know you babysat two-bit’s sister, and about how your teacher got you in trouble for chewing gum. and when your beatles record stops and you change it, he tells you he’s never listened to them before because they’re a “soc band.”

after a while, you two are lying down, still talking in hushed whispers. it’s mostly you talking, but he loves your voice, so he doesn’t mind. his arm is around you, pulling you into his side. you let out a small yawn as you start to get tired, and he gives you a gentle pat on your back.

“go to sleep, sugar,” he tells you.

you disagree with him. “i like talking to you,”

“yeah, well, you can do that all you want tomorrow, doll,” he takes a breath. “you wanna swing by buck’s tomorrow?”

“yeah,” you nod. “i’ll come after school.”

he rubs your back gently, and adjusts himself to get more comfortable.

“can you blow out the candle?” you ask him before he gets too tired.

he nods, and leans over to your bedside table to blow it out, then he turns off the lamp. his st. christopher necklace and the smoke are the only things you can see in the darkness hugging you two. the beatles continues to play in the background, and you two stay close together, a feeling of serenity in the air. dallas chooses to stay awake for a bit longer, watching you fall into a peaceful state as you sleep.

dallas isn’t the same person with you as he is when he’s in public. when he’s with his friends, or even walking around town, he has this intimidating aura that can scare anyone who has the mispleasure of walking past him. he has a dangerous reputation around tulsa, and he’s seen as a teenage dirtbag who’s been to jail more times than you can count.

but when he’s around you, he’s completely different. his walls are torn down the minute he smells your perfume. he lets you take care of him, he doesn’t wipe off the lipstick stains on your face, and he’s oh so sweet.

so as he watches the candle smoke dance through the room, he can come to one conclusion. he will never leave the safe place that he calls you.

[danibee33]

Don't mind me, just thinking about Johnny keeping a secret...

(render cr: @ave661)

word count: 1k

—> heads up: smut warning, unprotected p in v, gently edited, *parts in italics are flashbacks*

— Thinking about how it’s nearly sunset when the team finally lands back at base. The mission had been easy comparatively speaking, as always, recon took the longest- and, like always, it was Johnny’s least favorite part. See, he hated the waiting, hated the twiddling his thumbs, hated the boredom of it all. Johnny liked to be moving, always, in whatever way he could be. 

Idle hands lead to evil thoughts, or however the saying goes-

Sure, he had Ghost there, but he could only do so much with the dry humor and witty banter, not that the Lieutenant wasn’t good at it- in fact, Johnny really didn’t mind working with the broody man one bit.

Slowly, but surely, and certainly never to be admitted by Ghost, Johnny thinks he’s managed to break him down a bit. He was good like that though-

Never one to back down from a challenge.. Never.

"What can I get for you?”

Johnny had noticed the cute little bartender right away.

The bar itself was always the same when they were home, a local place overwhelmingly patronized by military folk due to its proximity to base, but she was an undoubtedly new face.

And he would know, but that’s neither here, nor there.

She was a sweet thing, with long, dark chocolatey hair that hung in perfect waves down her back, and the biggest brown eyes he thinks he’s ever seen- 

“Scotch.” He says, a lopsided grin on his lips, “and bourbon, for the big guy.”

Without missing a beat, she huffs out a laugh, meeting Ghost’s eye for only a moment before returning her gaze to Johnny, “What? Big Guy can’t order his own drink?” 

Oh, isn’t she trouble..

“Actually, I believe he prefers to be called-”

“That’ll do.” Simon barks out, rolling his eyes at the way the bartender giggles, her hands moving at the same time to pour to perfectly measured drinks-

“Would you like to open a tab?” 

“Yeah,” Ghost speaks again, the crystal glass comically small in his hand, “Lover boy here will cover it, won’t ya, Johnny?”

He walks away before the Scot can give an answer, leaving the two behind to continue on with whatever this was. But, Johnny doesn’t have a problem with that- he’s almost grateful, as he digs in his back pocket, eyes never leaving hers. And even though he could blatantly see other people patiently waiting to have their orders, she doesn’t move, 

“What’s your name?” Sweet Thing takes the card from between his fingers, and he doesn’t miss how her fingertips linger over his for just a moment longer than what would be necessary-

Such fucking trouble..

But, to his surprise, as soon as she has the card in the system, he watches her give almost the same exact treatment to the man standing to his left, and then the man next to him- though, her little giggle wasn’t nearly as warm with them. Or maybe that’s just his own hubris coming out. Either way, he turns on his heel, heading to the table where Simon and Gaz are already sat, chatting idly and sipping on drinks, 

“Surprised you’re back already.” Ghost deadpans, casting Johnny a lazy side-eye.

And he hates to think that he’s a bit surprised, too, but- it’s not the first time he’s been knocked down a notch or two, and it won’t be the last, 

“Ach- You’re real funny, LT. Y’know that?”

“Drinks, tonight?” Gaz asks with a cheery lilt, looking between the other three.

Ghost gives a noncommittal grunt, maybe a yes or maybe a no, maybe a something in between- they never know with him anyway. And Johnny isn’t sure how to answer, he doesn't exactly want to give away who he has waiting for him- doesn't want say what has his leg bouncing with anticipation, or a barely held back grin every time he looks at his phone now that they’re close enough to the ground to get a signal.

He's spoken of his bonnie lass as sparingly as possible, something deep down in him just needing to keep her to himself for as long as he can. Keep her away from this part of his life-

It’s their Captain that speaks up first, 

“Not tonight, boys. Havin' dinner at home.”

"Say that again, Bonnie..”

It’s hard to form a coherent sentence, but she manages to moan out his name again, “Oh, fuck, Johnny.. Right there, baby.”

The back seat of Johnny’s truck had to be good enough tonight, he couldn’t wait a second fucking longer- which is how they ended up here, him stretched out on the seat as far as he could get, watching her bounce and grind on his cock, riding him like it’s the last thing she might ever do, 

“That’s it.. ” Johnny groans, his fingers digging into the fatty flesh of her hips, hard enough he’s sure there might be bruises left behind for him to kiss tomorrow, “Y’re so fuckin’ perfect- y’know that?”

God, her smile could be enough to send him over the edge right then, her pretty pink lips pulling up, just for him, teeth biting into the plump of her bottom lip, just for him, before parting in the most mouth watering moan- all of it, just for him.

He was hooked, addicted, hopelessly, and irrevocably- he wanted her in every way, and it had only been a handful of months since she finally gave him the time of day.

So, when she buries her face in his neck, letting him thrust into her deeply, wildly, letting him all but throw her headfirst into the blinding pleasure of an orgasm- her silky walls clench around him so tightly he can’t help but to let go, painting her insides white with a low, guttural growl- his voice deep as he guides them both through the high, 

“That’s my girl.. My good fuckin’ girl, huh? God, ya feel just divine.. Can never get enough-” He coos, over and over, lavishing her neck and jaw with kisses, wanting to taste the sheen of sweat on her skin. 

And every time, he wonders how he could’ve gotten so lucky- to have a woman like her want anything to do with a guy like him.

“There’s my sweet girl, how are ya, honey?” Price greets his only daughter with a kiss to the cheek and a warm hug, the type of hug he always and only ever saved for his little girl. He can’t help it, she just seemed too grown now, too tall, too mature with her mother’s calming brown eyes and her dad’s cheeky smile, 

“Hi, daddy-” She says, a beaming smile on her lips, “I’m glad you’re home.”

a/n: i’ve had this one in my drafts for a while 😬 & for the request I recently got for the zombie!au, i promise i’m working on it!!

*whole inspo was this song, because johnny fucking would*

[marypaol]

Copy Of A Copy

Draco Malfoy x fem!Reader

Summary: Whatever is drawn on your skin shows up on your soulmates skin.

Warnings: Annoyance, Draco being Draco, I honestly can’t think of anything let me know if you see something!

Note: I’ve been planning on writing this for so long and I’m finally doing so! Hope you guys enjoy. :)

Masterlist

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The pale fingers of the Slytherin carefully-but skillfully- chopped the ingredients for the Potion, trying to cut out the conversation of Potter and Weasley. They were clearly trying to keep their voices down but failing to do so due to Draco’s hearing abilities.

It was at that moment he wished he was temporarily deaf, so that he didn’t have to hear the bickering of Potter and wanna-be-Weasley.

“Haha! Look at Seamus, Malfoy.” Crabbe said, his big face scrunching up as his fat finger pointed to the clumsy boy across the room. Draco spared a glance, seeing the boy with a black face, looking into his potion helplessly as the explosion just occurred. Malfoy rolled his eyes, shooting Crabbe a glare before looking back to his task at hand.

But, when he glanced at his hand, he saw little flowers forming, the ink moist as whoever was drawing it was doing it in real time. Petal after petal appeared, forming a decent picture. He grumbled, grabbing the towel Seamus used to wipe his face and aggressively rubbed the skin, terribly smearing the ink on the back of his hand, the flowers mushing together, making it not look so decent anymore.

He flung the towel on the table beside him, and picked up the knife he placed down, going back to his previous actions.

“What now, Malfoy?” Goyle asked. Draco snarled.

“Stupid soulmate drawing on their skin again. Seriously, they can’t draw on a piece of parchment?” He complained, his chops becoming more harsh on the cutting board.

Goyle shrugged. “Unless they’re bored in class. What is it anyway? Little reminders?”

“No, course not! In fact, I’d rather it be that instead of rubbish drawings of dumb flowers! Look at that rubbish,” Draco started, repeating the word he said earlier with a bitter taste growing in his mouth. He showed the two boys what was left of the flowers on his hand. “Honestly, how ugly.”

The two boys agreed, but they had hints of smiles on their faces.

Draco noticed and barked. “What’s so funny, boys?”

The smiles dropped instantly on Goyle’s face but Crabbe still had a teasing glint in his eyes.

“Nothing, just that your soulmate draws on her skin.”

Draco squinted. “And what’s so funny about that? Enlighten me, I’d rather laugh than roll my eyes.”

Goyle shrugged. “Just that she must be doing it in purpose. Ya know, for you to see?”

Draco thought about it for a moment, ignoring the new lines forming on his hand.

“Why would I want to see this?” Draco wondered, irritation brewing inside him. “Especially on my hand, I don’t need it there, it’s annoying really.”

“You know how girls are. She’s desperate, man.” Crabbe jumped in, entering the conversation once he found out Draco wasn’t as upset as he thought.

Draco scoffed. “You know what, you’re right, Crabbe. She’s desperate for me. Doesn’t change the fact that it’s annoying and I don’t want it there.”

Draco then finally looked down at his hand, and this time he saw an eye with shading, the smooth strokes of eyelashes now forming on his skin. Once she was done, Draco saw more stokes forming above the eye, and, wondering what it is, leaned forward to see what she was drawing. It turned out to be an eyebrow, but the way the lines were drawn helped Draco see the direction the hairs were going in, adding detail to the drawing he didn’t know was needed.

He gripped the towel between his finger tips of his other hand, but he felt some sort of guilt eating at his chest for rubbing away such work. But he didn’t want to be walking around with silly eyes and eyebrows on his hand, so with unwanted shame brewing in his chest he rubbed the fabric on the back of his hand, the once was ink smearing, covering his skin in black.

The girl frowned deeply as she watched once more the drawings she made were harshly rubbed away. The ink from her quill was a black blob now once the person was satisfied enough. Satisfied that the pictures were gone.

Her heart sank in her stomach for an unknown reason.

Well, she knew the reason, she just didn’t want to admit to herself that what her soulmate was doing was effecting her in this way.

She shouldn’t be surprised that he rubbed them off; I mean, who wants to walk around the corridors with silly drawings on the back of their hand? She didn’t have a problem with it, but he clearly did.

After the last moment of Lupin’s lecture faded away with the bell she grumbly got up and out her things away, making her way to the bathroom to rub the ink off. (Despite the nonexistent problem with walking around with drawings on herself, she did have a problem with walking around with a big ink smear in their place.)

She bent over the sink, her bag discarded at her feet as she rubbed the skin, forming red marks in their wake. The ink slowly ran down the drain, her heart going down with it.

She wished her soulmate accepted her actions on showing she was there, existing, live and breathing, to assure them that someone out there wanted them. But was he just embarrassed? Did he not want her as much as she thought he did? Did he have an annoyance towards the whole soulmate concept?

She sure hoped not, because her want to show her love was strong, yet the want to receive it was even stronger.

She wanted someone to love.

That loved her right back.

Did he even want that?

“Any drawings today, Malfoy?” Crabbe asked, a soft chuckle escaping his big mouth. Draco snarled at the boy beside him, also glaring at Goyle who was making interesting-meaning quite disgusting- noises while he was eating the feast the house elves provided.

The boy who received the glare quickly composed himself, swallowing the large amount of whatever it was down his throat, a loud gulping sound heard around the table.

Draco glared again.

Finally he turned to the other boy who addressed him earlier and replied reluctantly.

“No. Thank goodness. I’ve been sick and tired of constantly having to distress my skin; honestly, the embarrassment of walking around with a red tomato colored hand.”

Crabbe agreed with a hum, in the middle of chewing. Draco definitely noticed him paying extra attention to the noises he was making, so he didn’t annoy Draco any further.

“Never mind that,” Draco said, pulling through Daily Prophet out of his robes, long pale fingers flipping the pages until he got to the one he wanted.

“Father’s in the paper, as always.” He said proudly, showing the two boys the picture of his father. “Oh! And look!” He added, chuckling madly as he pointed to the same article, the name ‘Arthur Weasley’ printed as it told a story about him.

“Ridiculous, honestly.” Malfoy muttered, shoving the paper to Goyle across the table since he was (according to Draco) taking too long to read it.

“Ugh, Care of Magical Creatures today.” Draco complained, looking at his schedule. “That silly Hagrid, honestly, I swear I’m going to die each time I attend his classes.”

Goyle swallowed again. “Seriously, how many times does he have to bring in a deadly creature that might chop my head off-”

“Well I would certainly enjoy that.” Draco snapped. Goyle’s cheeks turned pink.

“God this place has gone to the dogs.” Draco muttered, stuffing his schedule in his pocket, taking one last gulp of pumpkin juice, and storming out of the Hall, and without question, the two boys followed him.

“‘Ello! Please step dis way,” Hagrid said, large hands clapping together. Draco scoffed but reluctantly followed the orders.

“Taken’ care of- well more of lookin’ at interestin’ creatures today; take a step back now.” He warned. (Malfoy gladly stepped back)

The crates ended up being full of slimy creatures Draco ended up forgetting the name of, too busy trying to keep his fingers attacked to his hands. “Gross, Goyle you do it.” He said, handing the boy the food and watched as his friend gave the creature its supper, hands shaking nervously.

Draco looked around as Goyle did the work, folding his arms as he watched with amusement as the Gryffindors struggled to feed the animals.

He then spotted another Slytherin working alone, the back of her head the only thing visible when it came to her features near her face.

Two small braids were on either side of her head, easily blending with her hair but he could see the twisted strands in the sunlight much easier.

She turned so he saw her profile, and, from what he could see, her eyes were bright but hesitant, a look of disgust on her lips as she fed the creature. As soon as all the food was gone, she instantly dropped the tool she was using to handle the food and grabbed a rag, wiping her hands off even though she didn’t touch it or the animal.

It was then Draco saw it. The small detail on her left hand, as so his.

A patch of distressed skin was there, in the same exact shape as Draco’s. He found himself looking at his own hand, then at hers, and back at his once again to double check.

They matched.

They matched.

Which means only one thing.

The girl that he’s never seen before, which was white surprising since he often told himself that he knew all the Slytherins, was his soulmate.

What was more surprising though was something much weirder and stranger. And that something was this:

The realization didn’t bother him one bit.

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[just-jordie-things]

hi jordie ! how've you been? (sorry for heing gone recently i was giving exams 🤢)

n e whosies how do you think megumi would react to artist!reader painting his divine dogs shikigamis on matching phone cases for them? (i have currently given up on my choso painting and started sketching designs for megumi's shikigami because they're cute and i got a new phonecase and i want them on it)

-🫧anon

bubbles i missed you !! :3 i hope ur exams went well i'm very proud of u for focusing on them! never apologize for taking time to focus on yourself in any capacity <3 ___

i think if you gave megumi such a personal and thoughtful that you actually created yourself he would short circuit.

you made this for him? you took the time to create this for him? you painted this with your own two hands just to give to him?

he'd probably freeze up so bad that you're not sure what he thinks of the phone cases. but oh god if you ask him, "do you like them?" in that quiet nervous voice you get he'll absolutely break.

"like them? i love them, sweetheart, this is... adorable" the word feels funny coming out of his mouth but it's absolutely true.

the way you've painted each of his divine dogs so cutely yet perfectly, from fluffy tails to the markings on their heads, megumi was downright swooning over the thoughtfulness.

"really?" you light up right away, beaming from ear to ear, delighted that he liked your gift. "the black one is for you, obviously, dark and gloomy," you tease, taking the other from his hand. "and this one's for me" you're already deconstructing your current phone case to clasp the new one into place. once it's on you present it to megumi with another grin.

he never thought he'd be the kind of guy that cared about matching couple things. he always thought the tee shirts were kind of tacky, and the pajamas? don't get him started. but seeing you so excited about the things you made for the two of you had his heart skipping a beat.

maybe it was just because it was you, though.

he follows suit, removing his old phone case and tossing it into the trash- it was getting scuffed and dirty anyways, but there was no chance he'd ever be taking off this new one- and carefully sliding his phone into the new protector. he's smiling as he admires how it looks.

pretty. cute.

definitely a constant reminder of you, which he was happy to have around.

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