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[soulsisterif]

Soul Sister IF

Tired of dating show games where you feel like you don't actually get to know your fellow contestants? Sick of wlw routes being treated as an afterthought? Done with interchangable characters that share ultimately the same storyline? Do you think it's ridiculous that your choices don't get acknowledged? Do you cringe at motherf*cking adults behaving like 12-year-olds?

Then this self-indulgent game may be just what you were looking for!

Welcome to Soul Sister, the IF game where you'll participate in the first ever exclusively sapphic dating show!

DEMO: TBA

You can't say you've ever been all that lucky in love but after your best friend's insistence that you give this a try maybe the time has come for that to change. Whether your intention is to just be a good wingwoman for her or get yourself a new partner you'll have to make the most of it.

Day after day and week after week, you'll spend your time with other women actively trying to find a partner while facing the surprises the show will throw your way. First seasons always keep contestants on their toes!

This light-hearted but romance heavy story focuses on the relationships you can stablish with your fellow contestants. Have fun trying the different choices that allow you to shape your own journey through the ups and downs of human interaction.

Features:

•Customize your MC, including name, appearance, interests and age.

•Bond with your potential matches over shared interests or experience the joy of learning new things.

•Enjoy the different approaches to dating. Commit to one person or keep your options open.

•Deal with all the curveballs, courtesy of the showrunners. What did you expect? This is show biz!

♥ Abbie ♥

Monolid blue eyes. Long straight black hair, the top strands often clipped back while she leaves it hang freely on the sides. Square jaw. Pale skin with a few moles scattered here and there. As tall as you.

She's in love with you but you don't know that (you moron). She's been your best friend for years. She's known you for such a long time that she can read you like an open book. Bookstore owner.

Not particularly athletic, she enjoys reading. Novels, essays, comic books, poems. You name it. She's goofy and has a blast bantering with you, though she always keeps an eye out as not to overwhelm you and promptly backtracks when she thinks she's making you uncomfortable. She's (not really) subtly touchy with you, always resting a hand on your back or patting your leg. The other contestants see through her from the start.

*What she wants in a partner: familiarity, trust, everyday romance. *Goods you get: feels like home, understanding, warm-hearted, protective. *Bads you get: a bit possessive, scared of change.

Route: friends to lovers, everyone can see it but you.

Says: "I've wanted a relationship for a long time. This might be the only way to push myself out there." But means: "I already love someone who doesn't seem to love me back so I'd rather push both of us to date other people so that I can move on."

♥ Irene ♥

Round green eyes. Shoulder-length, wavy blonde hair left as is, pointy ears peeking through the strands. Tallest of the bunch. Wears more than a few rings, and fiddles with them a lot. Fair, rosy skin that gets easily sunburnt. Smells of sunscreen more often than not when she's outside.

Sweet and shy, her tall and strong frame doesn't look like it suits her. She seems to be eager to make conversation, but ignores how to keep it going. Very into sports and nature. Botanist.

She gets crushes easily, and just as easily she forgets one to focus on the next if her attention isn't instantly reciprocated. Can be stiff in a conversation with someone she's not familiar with, and is often much more relaxed when she can move while she talks, which is why dinner like first dates are certainly not for her.

*What she wants in a partner: kindness, support, life companion. *Goods you get: gentleness, non-judgemental, good listener. *Bads you get: clingy, needs reassurance, naive.

Route: puppy love to actual love.

Says: "I just want to find someone who loves me." But means: "I'm insecure and finding someone who wants to be with me may change the way I see myself."

♥ Joanna ♥

Upturned brown eyes. Curly apparent shoulder-length brown hair that's actually much longer when wet. Golden brown skin with more than a few tan lines. High cheekbones. Average height, wide hips and small waist, epitome of classic femininity.

Energetic, language lover. Flirty and confident, it takes a while to know whether she has a genuine romantic interest on someone or is just being her coquettish self. Translator.

Most well-travelled of the bunch, Joanna is in love with language and shows love through it. She can smooth-talk you and flirt with you relentlessly, and she's the one out of all the contestants who will want to try it out with all of the others. When she feels like things are getting serious for her, though, she'll won't keep it to herself.

*What she wants in a partner: open-minded, curious, willing to learn. *Goods you get: fun facts galore, passionate, straightforward. *Bads you get: dismissive, a little self-centred, commitment issues.

Route: no strings attached (…but she'll get jealous).

Says: "I'm looking for love, not a shackle." But means: "I like the feeling and closeness of a romantic relationship but I'm terrified of how vulnerable that leaves me."

♥ Vega ♥

Hooded black eyes. Short, black hair, long enough at the top so that she can style it a little with wax. Could easily become an afro if given time. Dark skin, tats on her arms highlighted in white ink. Average height, a little on the slim side, but has a toned build.

Laidback and calm. Really enjoys movies and series, has a thing for animation and dubbing. Very good at drawing and impersonations. Voice actress / Music producer

Always humming or whistling, she's content to spend her time looking for shapes in the clouds. She's more sentimental than she cares to admit and often struggles with her feelings when she knows that they don't respond to a logical behaviour, which often leads her to close off and avoid important conversations.

*What she wants in a partner: chill, no over-the-top romance, no pretence. *Goods you get: honest, creative, independent, loyal. *Bads you get: trust issues, reluctant to talk, ignores problems.

Route: let's wing it.

Says: "No need to dress up or hold back a guffaw. I want to truly see you for who you are from the start." But means: "I think every little change in other's behaviour conceals a lie or intent to cheat me. Please don't lie to me."

♥ Margot ♥

Almond-shaped hazel eyes. Long, strawberry blond hair always up in a tight French twist, or a low ponytail if she's going to bed. It's uncommon to see her with her hair down. Tan, freckled skin and hazel eyes. Curvy, doesn't look that short, but reality hits when she allows herself to climb down her high heels.

Gruffiness born out of social anxiety. Surprisingly family oriented. High salary at an important firm. Stiff but compassionate, she's a bitter realist. Lawyer.

A little rough and forceful, she'll make you feel as if you're applying for a girlfriend position instead of organically getting to know her. She's so concentrated in discovering if she's compatible with the other contestants that she overlooks the fact that she has to open up and allow them to get to know her, too.

*What she wants in a partner: family oriented, mature, understanding. *Goods you get: family oriented, devoted, nurturing, tough love. *Bads you get: impatient, approaches dating as an interview, not willing to compromise. …Tough love.

Route: romance bureaucrat turned softie

Says: "I want a wife but the girlfriend stage is such a hassle" But means: "I don't want to waste my time in shallow relationships when all I want is someone to share my whole self and life with."

♥Dawn♥

Deep set brown eyes, dyed blond hair in a wavy pixie cut, but it's naturally a soft chestnut brown in colour. Sharp features, thin nose and lips. Dimpled cheeks.

Confident, master of the innuendo. Loves good (and bad) wordplays and puns. She'd be the intersection in a Venn diagram between Witticism and Self Awareness. Her ability to both fill silences and end discussions in an entertaining manner make her an invaluable asset for any TV show.

Her bold nature lead many to mistake her openness for invitations to go further, which can end badly if anyone dares put a hand on her without her explicit permission.

Openly queer, Dawn is a big fish in the little pond of reality dating shows. Her newcomer label didn't stop her from making a splash from her very first episode. Now a coveted host in the reality world, she turned now the chance to renew her contract with the show that saw her become famous in favour of the upcoming Soul Sister.

*What she wants in a partner: respect, communication, commitment. *Goods you get: intelligent, dependable, romantic, sensible. *Bads you get: paranoid, obdurate, overly perfectionist. …Married.

Route: trying to stay in love while falling for someone else

Says:

"People would be better off if they listened to their brain more often than their hearts. Or loins." But means:

"I consider my actions so thoroughly that them proving to be a mistake makes me feel like a worthless idiot."

[sugar-petals]

I screamed when I saw Tim on your feed yes we love a pretty guitar man

finally a fellow Tim Henson enthusiast!! 🎉

guess we have a type (= overqualified youtube twink w/ a futuristic fashion sense aka the best young guitarist out there 🗣).

risky post incoming cuz he's HOT & i love hands

[for those who don't know who this pretty boy is: tim's yt | tim's ig | tim's twt | about his band polyphia]

i agree he's gorgeous: jealousy magnet, mr henson has it all!!

- the delicious ink 😍 (neck tattoo: the sign of a masochist)

- 0% gravity hair (those fluffy waves! looking so soft tim, geez 🤒)

- the sexy 8 string guitar, cause he can, how does he do that??

- the alt beauty (tim radiates haughty expensive power bottom who talks back to get punished ngl, he's prog rock's #1 it boy)

-the sweater game, all day, every day (unmatched)

-the best technique. ice cold (easily most proficient hands in the music biz as of lately 😏 people either 1. hate him to the death or 2. need him carnally for this lmao, love me a polarizing guitar prodigy)

-A WHOLE FEMBOY BODY (even his ass is huge as of recently!! and the waist keeps getting smaller helpp)

I'm going feral over his body linee don't @ me!! how smokin' could anyone be??

-the actual live skills, not just yt editing (needless to say! any straight or bi man should be able to move his fingers like that hhh there I said it 😂 tim keeps the standards as high as he is lmao)

-the studio (oh the things that should be happening on that chair! ...anyways: it's so modern but not boring, i like it)

-the stylish guitars with the floral fretboards (guitar fuckers assemble!!! finally nylon strings are back thanks to him 💕)

-even more gorge guitars YES model it for us legend!!

-plus he's got an all-round good taste in everything. quality is key! composition and character is always a matter of taste. but timmy never dropped a bad video, bad promo, bad album covers, bad vlogs, bad cinematography, bad advert, bad ig post, bad anything. he's always the sassiest gnc slayer short king golden boy in the room doing the most 👑

...and seriously tho tim being texan youth i respect him defying the status quo!! that's real rock'n'roll☝️ he dressed for women and tops on the internet just to serve and confound some boomers along the way! prince would be proud 😎

homophobes leaving him anti-androgynous/misogynist/bodyshaming comments just can't cope with the sexiness, which he never compromised🤘 i truly pronounce tim bi ppls' favorite. since apparently nobody except the guitar community wants him we now own this man 🔥

-BONUS: last but not least look at this silver ibanez. look at it! tim is a design and aesthetics icon i rest my case... that many people still don't know about him is beyond me. he deserves all the clout!

i mean even personally... he's the kinda guy where you don't know if you came for the looks/fit or the skills and you stay for both! his playing style never disappoints. i always look forward to him dropping new material. tell me what your fave tim piece to listen to is ❤️

[chukys-mouthguard]

A Shot at Love: The First Rose

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Tonight, on ‘A Shot at Love’, who will be the recipient of the first rose?

The boys are invited on group dates, with one lucky guy being awarded the coveted one on one date. With two men being awarded roses prior to the ceremony, solidifying their place in the mansion for another week.

At the end of the night, voting will officially open and viewers will get to chose who moves on to next week.

Voting is only open for 24 hours, so be sure to cast your vote for who should get the first rose!

As you scanned the room, you took a deep breath, a smile on your face as his name sat on your tongue, eager to shout it out and see his reaction. But you kept your composure, as you finally called his name.

“John, would you like to go and chat?”

All eyes flew to John as he beamed, standing up and buttoning his suit jacket. The rest of the room gave him a few cheers, though you saw the looks of disappointment on the other men’s faces as they realized John was surely the recipient of the first rose.

As he joined you at the front of the group he took your hand in his, his smile making your stomach do backflips as you led him off to another room to talk. The rest of the guys hung back with Biz and Whit, questioning one another on how their one on one conversations went, trying to figure out why they weren’t chosen over John.

“So, Mr. John Marino. How do you feel?”

John sighed out of relief as he sat next to you on the couch, his smile not having left his lips since he’d heard you call his name.

“Honestly, I’m a little surprised. I mean, don’t get me wrong I’m feeling great! But, I know we didn’t get much time together so I didn’t expect to be called for the first rose.”

His hands were still holding yours as his thumbs brushed over your skin, tracing small circles as his eyes focused on yours.

“That is true, but, in the few moments we had. You made me feel so calm, you noticed me having a hard time and whether you felt like you did anything, you helped me so much in that moment. And that means so much to me. More than talking to anyone about their opinions on why certain people should or shouldn’t be here, more than talking about silly things like favorite colors and favorite foods. You were able to see me in a difficult moment, and that felt amazing that you recognized all I needed in that moment was a hug and reassurance.”

John could see in your eyes just how much that short interaction had meant to you. Not knowing in the moment that a simple hug and some reassurance would be everything you needed and more.

“So, with that being said. John, will you accept this rose?”

He tried his best to hide the blush that was creeping onto his cheeks, but you immediately could see his excitement. The look on his face as he smiled down at you, rose in hand, and it was all for him.

“I would be honored to accept this rose.”

Your inner voice squealed in excitement as you pinned the rose to his jacket, hands resting on his chest as you took in the feeling. Not wanting to get ahead of yourself, but very much happy with the idea of John being a contender for your heart.

As your eyes moved from the rose to meet his, you’d wondered if he was thinking the same thing as you. But before you could search his expression for some sort of clue, his lips were on yours. A hand resting on your cheek as he kissed you, nothing crazy but just enough to have your heart racing. One of your hands leaving his chest to tangle in his hair as you felt your heart racing.

John, like the gentleman he was, stopped before he’d gotten ahead of himself. Wanting to be respectful with it only being the first night, though he was fairly confident he’d have plenty more chances in the future to kiss you if he’d done so well on night one.

As John pulled away you tried your best to hide your blush, a smile plastered on your face as you giggled to yourself.

“What? Do I have something in my teeth?”

He playfully questioned as you smacked his chest. “No of course not! You’re just, you’re cute John Marino. I can’t help blushing around you.”

The two of your rejoined the group, the rest of the guys now lined up for the rose ceremony. John took his place to the side as he awaited the fate of the rest of the men, while you found yours at the front with Biz and Whit.

“Gentleman, tonight’s first rose ceremony will unfortunately see two of you eliminated. John has received the first rose of the night, and now it is time to see who will join him and move on to next week.”

Biz moved to step to the side, but not before Whit could stop him.

“Biz, you forgot something.”

“No I didn’t? Oh, god, I’m drunk guys forgive me.”

Biz cleared his throat as he reached into his pocket pulling out, you guessed it, more Pink Whitney.

“This first rose ceremony is sponsored by Pink Whitney, the official vodka of ‘A Shot at Love’. Remember to always drink responsibly, except you Luke because you’re not 21. You just can’t drink, period.”

The guys shook their heads laughing as you rolled your eyes.

“Can I start now?”

Biz and Whit took the places off to the side as you grabbed a rose, your hands sweaty as you looked at the men in front of you. One by one calling the names of those who would stick around for another week.

“Quinn…Nico…Auston…Mat Barzal…Luke…Matt Rempe…Cole…Trevor.”

Three men remained, but there was only one rose. Jamie nervously bit his lip, while Vince’s eyes were focusing anywhere but you, and Jack seemed the most calm, a soft smile on his face as waited for the final name to be called.

Taking a deep breath, you knew that it wasn’t going to be any easier the longer you waited, you called the final name.

“Jamie-“

His eyes went wide as he stepped forward, clearly surprised to know you’d picked him, but of course thankful.

“Jamie, will you accept this rose?”

“Yes, of course!”

Pinning the rose to his jacket he gave you a hug before joining the group of chosen men. Vince and Jack both looked to the ground as Biz and Whit had to point out the obvious.

“Gentleman, I’m sorry but you have not received a rose tonight. it’s time to say your goodbyes.”

The two men said goodbye to the group before they each gave you a hug, wishing you luck and thanking you for the time they’d spent with you, despite it being short. Then they headed off to pack their bags, the rest of the group all gathering around to say toast.

“I just want to thank each of you for an amazing first night, I feel like there is such a great group of guys here. And you definitely are not going to make this easy on me by any means. Cheers to ‘A Shot at Love’ !”

-

The next morning the remaining ten men gathered in the living room, impatiently waiting for the arrival of the group date letter.

“Gentleman, any takers?”

Biz held up the letter and Jamie volunteered being the closest to Biz, taking the letter and opening it to reveal your message for the guys.

“Cole, Matt Rempe, Nico, Quinn, and Trevor. It’s time to putt your skills to the test and drive your way into my heart.”

The selected group cheered as they knew they were headed out to golf, the remaining guys a bit discouraged their names weren’t called. Left wondering why they hadn’t been chosen, or if perhaps one of them would be lucky enough to get a coveted one on one date with you later.

-

“Hey boys!”

The five chosen guys looked up to find you waving from the balcony above, all of them smiling from ear to ear at the sight of you. Trevor having the brilliant idea to race the rest of them up the stairs to be the first one to greet you, to which Cole was the only one to challenge him. The remaining guys taking their time to join the three of you, taking in the view from the Top Golf platform.

You laughed at Trevor and Cole fighting over who could hug you first, the two of them continuing to bicker as you greeted Quinn, Matt, and Nico.

“I’m sure you all can see clearly that we are golfing today! But I figured Top Golf would be a little more fun, we can have some drinks and good food. And hopefully I don’t hit anyone with a golf club.”

The guys chuckled as you all moved to grab your clubs, Nico immediately helping you find one that would suit you best.

“I think this one, that’s perfect. Practice your swing and see how that feels.”

“Oh god, everyone is watching and will definitely be able to tell I do not golf regularly.”

Nico laughed as he helped to position your hands, enjoying the opportunity to get closer to you as he felt like he didn’t have that great of a chance the night before. You tucked some hair behind your ear as you smiled at him, watching as he assessed your stance, approving and waiting for you to give a practice swing.

“That was great! Now let’s try it with the ball.”

Nico continued helping you get set up, the other guys watching or talking amongst themselves. Despite Nico’s help you still felt nervous to have them all watching, and the boys could tell, though they thought it was cute to see how nervous you were.

“You got this y/n. If it makes you feel any better, there is no way you will suck as bad as Trevor.”

Quinn’s comment made you laugh, Trevor quickly protesting despite his mouth being full of nachos. “Just you wait Quinn, guarantee I score higher than you today!”

Finally you took your swing, the ball surprisingly going far as cheered, hugging Nico and thanking him for his help.

“Okay, maybe I should retire early cause that was the best I have ever done. Maybe I'll just sit back and watch all of you and admire how good y’all look golfing.”

Taking a seat on the couch you playfully munched on some fries as each of the boys stepped up to show off their skills. Cheering each of them on only made them all more competitive, wanting to get more of your praises than the last guy. It was clear that Quinn was the better golfer of the group, Trevor and Cole spending most of their time trying to hype one another up or joking around. Despite trying to follow their conversation, they lost you quickly as they both spoke a mile a minute.

After a few minutes, Matt joined you on the couch as he sipped his water. “Do you golf much in the offseason?”

He shook his head as he smiled, your heart skipping a beat at how cute he was. Despite being a giant, Matt was more like a big teddy bear. His nervousness around you only made you want to get to know him more, to attempt to calm his nerves and get him to open up.

“To be honest, I am not much of a golfer at all. I like spending time with family in my offseason, of course I train, but I try to dedicate as much time to family as I can.”

“I love that. So I take it you’re very close with your family?”

“Oh yeah!”

His smile grew ten times bigger as he turned to face you on the couch, his body language immediately showing you that he’d relaxed as he began telling you about his mom and sister’s. Talking about how they’d come to see his debut at the Stadium Series and how they were his biggest supporters. It warmed your heart to see this side of Matt when the majority of people saw him as just a guy who fights all the time on the ice.

“Y/n, can you please tell Quinn he was wrong?”

Trevor interrupted your conversation with Matt, pulling your attention as you got up to head to his lane where he had been golfing. Giving Matt a squeeze of his hand as you walked past him, wanting him to know you’d appreciated the conversation.

“Tell Quinn what Trevor?”

“That he was wrong, and I am actually a good golfer.”

“Well let’s see something, I can’t judge without seeing some proof.”

Trevor agreed, setting the ball on his tee as he urged you to stand back so he didn’t hit you with his club accidentally. You softly chuckled to yourself as Quinn appeared next to you, whispering his digs about Trevor in your ear.

“He’s gonna choke, just watch…What target are you aiming for Z?”

“Shut up Quinn!”

Trevor took a deep breath before he swung, the ball going nowhere near any of the targets. Cursing to himself as he walked back to the couch in embarrassment.

“It’s okay Trevor, you still hit the ball.”

You threw your arms around Trevor trying to cheer him up as you could see him discouraged. His competitive nature overtaking his ability to enjoy the date and just have fun. He softly smiled at you, appreciating your attempt to cheer him up before he took a seat back on one of the couches. Going back to the nachos he was enjoying earlier.

“Let’s see your skills Quinn, since you were talking such a big game!”

The boys joined one another on the couch as you headed back to Quinn’s lane, messing with him as he tried to focus on his swing.

“What do you guys think of y/n?”

Nico asked the group quietly as he sipped his drink. The boys all glancing from him to you, as they didn’t know who would speak first.

“I think she’s pretty amazing. She is always so engaged, picking up on little things you mention and wanting to learn more. I just, I appreciate her seeing past us being hockey players you know?”

Matt spoke up to the surprise of the others, though they all agreed. Nico smiling as he watched you laughing at something Quinn had said, admiring how beautiful you were without even trying.

“Plus she’s pretty gorgeous huh?”

Nico playfully spoke as the others agreed without hesitation. Trevor and Cole headed back to their lanes, golfing a bit more as they were battling to see who could hit the ball further.

“Those two care more about spending time together than spending time with the girl we all came here for.”

Matt laughed at Nico’s comment, the two of them tipping their drinks to one another as the date was soon coming to an end.

You bid the guys farewell as they headed back to the house, the group only making you realize how much harder this journey would be as you get to know each of the guys. Learning about them, their families, their interests. You’d found yourself getting attached to each of them, which would only mean the rose ceremonies would become even harder.

-

As the guys arrived back at the house, those not invited on the date asked a million questions. Some of them are a bit discouraged about not having the chance to show off their golf skills to impress you. Others just hoped it meant they were going to be the lucky guy to get the one on one date with you.

“Guysss, we have a solo date letter!”

Mat Barzal entered the room flashing the letter in his hand, standing at the front of the group to read it. His reaction immediately told the group he was not the lucky one, but he chose to take his time to build up the anticipation for everyone else.

“Auston, break my heart and you’ll end up in the dog house.”

Auston smiled as the guys shook his shoulders, patting him on the back with cheers as he’d gotten the date they’d all been hoping for. He tried to control his excitement, but inside he was screaming with joy. The night before he had a great feeling about your conversation, so being awarded the first one on one date reassured him you’d felt the same way.

-

As he made his way out of the van, finding you patiently waiting for him, he couldn’t help but smile. Lightly jogging over to you he wrapped you in a hug, slightly lifting you off your feet as he spun you around. The giggles coming from you only make him wrap his arms around you tighter.

“Hello to you too Auston!”

He set you down with a smile, exchanging hellos as he began to assess the multiple reusable shipping bags that were set on the ground behind you.

“Any ideas of what we might be doing today?”

Peeking in the bag his eyes went wide as he smiled at you. “Are we doing something with dogs? Please say yes!”

The second you’d chosen to have a one on one date with Auston, you knew you wanted to involve dogs. He had a dog of his own, and you’d always loved the animal. Growing up with dogs, and having volunteered at shelters your entire life, you felt it would be a great opportunity to get to know each other more.

“Yes! We are going to be taking some donations to this local animal shelter and volunteering with some of the dogs today. You’re a dog dad, I have previously been a dog mom, and I thought this was the perfect date for us.”

“I’m so freaking excited, oh my god!”

Auston picked up the majority of the bags, not wanting you to have to do any heavy lifting, while you led the way to the shelter entrance. The owners waited for the two of you to arrive, greeting you with smiles as they saw all the donations you were bringing.

“Y/n, Auston, thank you so much for being here! And all these donations, wow! Thank you so much!”

Workers had gathered to take the donations, beginning to sort through the items while the owners took the two of you in for a tour. Auston’s hand instinctively grabbed yours as the two of you headed towards the kennels to meet some of the dogs.

“Shut up, this is heaven!”

Auston’s smile only made yours grow ten times bigger as you both were eyeing all of the dogs, wagging their tails and barking, excited to see new faces. A younger dog, a bernedoodle to be exact, immediately caught Auston’s eye.

“He looks a little bit like Felix huh?”

Auston’s eyes quickly met yours, as he was shocked you knew his dog’s name. Sure you knew about Auston, and his team, but the fact you knew something more personal about him, it warmed his heart.

“He does, makes me miss the stud. What’s this little guys name?”

Auston looked to one of the workers, “that is Cooper, he’s been here about 7 months now. He came in when he was a puppy, he just turned 2 last week. Poor guy just hasn’t had much interest from anyone.”

You could see on Auston’s face that he was drawn to the dog, the look in his eyes that of sadness. Wishing he could help the dog, but knowing that he couldn’t be the saving grace the dog needed. Though maybe today he could at least show the dog love and affection to make his day.

“Can we take him out?”

Auston smiled at your suggestion, kneeling down in front of Cooper’s kennel as he laughed at the dog spinning and jumping in circles.

“Absolutely!”

The worker led you and Auston out back to the fenced in field, allowing you time with Cooper to play. Auston immediately ran around while the pup chased after him, eventually falling to the grass as Cooper peppered his face with kisses.

You joined the two of them in the grass, Copper climbing into your lap as you played tug of war with one a rope toy he’d brought out from his kennel.

“This is honestly the best date of my life. A beautiful girl, dogs, I’m in heaven for sure.”

Auston’s words made you blush as you cuddled up with Cooper. “Well I’m happy to know that you’re enjoying yourself. And I can’t believe we lucked out with this adorable puppy that looks so much like Felix.”

He nodded as he gave the dog some love, “It is crazy how much he looks like him. I don’t know if I could handle two pups right now though. Felix might also not like it if he had to share me.”

“What if he has to share you with me?”

You were a bit shocked at your own words, being forward never your style, so you tried to laugh it off. But Auston didn’t mind it, appreciating the comment as he smiled.

“I think Felix would love you, and he’d gladly share me.”

It made you happy to know that Auston had even considered what his dog would think of him bringing you around. Sure it was a dog, and you’d like to assume Felix was friendly with everyone. But the fact he thought about you and him being together at the end of this warmed your heart.

The two of you continued your time outside with Cooper before returning him to his kennel, completely worn out from his play time. Moving on to help with setting up new kennels for incoming dogs, as well as helping with feeding time. It made you happy to know you’d picked a date that despite it being some volunteering, Auston was so willing to participate and didn’t think twice.

You bid your goodbyes to the workers, and of course to Cooper, before you headed off to have a little more one on one time.

“I really want to thank you for today.”

Auston sat next to you as you sipped some water, a questioning look on your face. “Thank me? Why?”

“Well I don’t know, this date just felt special. I’m not gonna speak about any other guys because that’s not how I want to spend my time with you. But I know that this is a date I’d do again and again. Volunteering and giving back is something I’ve made a priority since I got to Toronto, and it makes me happy that it’s something close to your heart too.”

You smiled as you took his hand, holding it tight as his thumb traced circles over your skin.

“It is, I’ve always loved to be involved in my community, and to give back. And, when I was thinking of things for us to do I just kept coming back to this idea, and something told me this was the right choice.”

The two of you continued on with conversation, Auston talking about Felix, then his family. But you couldn’t help but want to go deeper and talk about things that he’d not brought up.

“So, I wanted to revisit what you mentioned yesterday. About the fact that you all could have any girl you wanted on your arm. What’s been missing for Auston that he hasn’t found the right girl yet?”

He let out a soft laugh as he pondered the question, letting out a sigh as he shrugged.

“I’ve dated, like most guys in the league have. But, the girls that I’ve been with. They see me simply as a pro hockey player who makes lots of money, lives this extravagant life, and they see my circle of friends I keep. They don’t see me, Auston Matthews. Just a kid from Arizona that just so happened to make it big. I don’t care about the flashy stuff or that I’m friends with big name celebrities. I’m focused on one day finding my person, a girl I can give a ring to. Someone I can start a family with, have the dogs running around the yard with the kids. Making breakfast together on Sunday mornings. That’s what I want. And I’m not just trying to make you blush, I truly think I could see that with you. And, I can’t help but be nervous around you or scared about whether or not you feel the same.”

Seeing the look on Auston’s face it was easy to see his nerves, to see past the NHL star persona. Seeing in his eyes he meant every word he said. Your heart skipping a beat as you were taking your time to think of how to respond, no words seeming like they’d come close to being as sweet as his.

“I don’t want to simply say I feel the same, because that sounds like a cop out, but I feel like I can’t even come close with how heartfelt that was.”

Auston laughed as held your hand tighter, his other hand tucking some hair behind your ear. Thumb resting on your cheek as his smile faded, you biting your lip as he slowly closed the distance. His lips meeting yours, the kiss being everything you’d hoped for and more.

He took control, but kept things respectful, deepening the kiss slightly as he only continued with your permission. Eventually pulling away he couldn’t help but laugh, you doing the same as there was no hiding your blush.

“Well damn, you’re a really good kisser too. Definitely not making this any easier on a guy you know.”

You buried your face in his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, kissing your head before helping you to your feet.

-

The guys gathered in the living room the next morning, those who had not yet been called for a date hoping to hear their names called.

“Group date card boys!”

Trevor entered the room holding the coveted date card envelope, smiling as he read it to himself.

“Mat Barzal, John, Luke, and Jamie, you boys are cute enough to eat.”

The boys looked at each other with smirks as they tried to imagine what that could mean. Their dirty thoughts of course running wild, but knowing it was too good to be true as this show was broadcast on television after all.

-

“Hello boys!”

You waved to the boys as they entered the private room of the restaurant, each smiling wide as they hugged you. A soft giggle coming from your lips knowing what was in store for them.

“So, I’m sure you think we are just going to enjoy some nice lunch today, a fun chill date. Right?”

The guys nodded as they awkwardly looked at one another. Their expressions showed they’d become nervous at the suspicion in your voice.

“You boys will be enjoying some lunch, but you will not know what you’re eating until after you take a bite.”

Their jaws fell to the floor as they all laughed, immediately wishing they’d been chosen to go golfing like the other group.

“I really enjoy traveling and trying cuisines from different countries, so I thought you boys could try some today. The guy who eats the most will automatically get a rose for tonight’s ceremony.”

The guys took their seats at the table, you finding your place across from them as they each were adorned with bibs around their necks. John shook his head as he glared at Luke, the younger boy simply laughing to himself as he shyly looked down at the table.

“What’s so funny over there?”

Playfully questioning John he pointed down to Luke while he spoke, “Rusty over there is like a human garbage disposal, this isn’t even a competition with him.”

“Rusty? Like Ocean’s 11?”

Luke’s eyes went wide, shocked you knew the reference. “I watch movies Luke, I don’t live under a rock.”

Everyone laughed as the first dish was brought out, hidden under lids as the guys took deep breaths.

“Let’s start easy…sushi with eel.”

The boys didn’t even flinch, each of them eating the sushi with no issues. Little did they know the next round would be a drastic change of pace.

“This time, I’m not telling you what you’ve got.”

The guys looked to one another, though Luke didn’t hesitate, taking a bite of the unknown food as the others slowly followed. Mat and Jamie both making faces as they painfully swallowed. John keeping a straight face as he rushed to get the bite down.

“Any guesses?” The guys shook their heads as you tried to contain your laughter, “Those were Rocky Mountain Oysters.”

“Bull testicles? You’re kidding?” Mat immediately shook his head, a hand soon coming to his mouth as he gagged. The others simply tried their best to not let the thought eliminate them from the opportunity at a rose, though this clearly was no enjoyable game for them.

“Okay looks like Mat is out…next dish?”

The remaining three guys each took a minute to try and decipher what was in front of them. Though it didn’t look bad at all, they knew that was too good to be true after the last dish. Each of them picking up the toast and taking a bite, Jamie’s facial expression making you burst out laughing as he shook his head. Needing to spit out the food into his napkin.

“Jamie is out…that my friends was vegemite.”

John and Luke shrugged, as if to say that was an easy round. The next dish coming out and being revealed, each of them a bit unsure of it just based on the smell.

“John you really don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to, I’m not forcing you.” You laughed as a pained expression came across his face, trying his best to focus and force himself to take a bit. His competitive nature getting the best of him as he didn’t want to let Luke win.

Luke on the other hand didn’t even pay attention to John, simply taking a bite of the food and barely making a face. Though immediately chugging some water after he’d swallowed it down.

“What, the hell, was that?”

John questioned as he chugged his water, trying to get the taste out of his mouth. “Black pudding.”

John stared at you with a sorrowful look, as if begging you to stop the game because he knew his stomach couldn’t handle anything more. But since he and Luke had both successfully tried the last treat, another was brought out for them.

“We might run out of food if neither of you bows out.”

“Oh wouldn’t that be a shame!”

John’s sarcastically spoke as the lids were removed, the two guys immediately covering their noses as they gagged. Mat and Jamie exchanged fist bumps as they were glad to have been eliminated as to not have to try whatever was in front of John and Luke.

“As much as I want that rose, I’m out.”

John threw up his hands as he quickly ran from the table, joining Jamie and Mat as far from the food as possible.

“Okay Luke, looks like you get the rose!”

“I don’t have to eat it?”

“Um, I mean, no? You technically won because John quit.”

“I’ll still try it, to really solidify that I won.”

Before you could protest, Luke took a bite of the food, his face finally showing that he was human as he slowly chewed, trying to control his gags.

“What is it?”

He spoke with his mouth full as he chugged his water in order to get the food down. You couldn’t speak, in shock he’d actually followed through and ate the food.

“That was a century egg.”

Luke’s eyes shut tight as he took a deep breath, trying to rid himself of any queasiness. Chugging more water before he stood up from the table victorious, the others simply clapped for him as they didn’t understand his ability to truly eat anything out in front of him.

“Well, you earned this fair and square.”

Hanging him the rose you wrapped your arms around him in a hug, attempting to go in for a kiss but opting for his cheek. “Sorry, just, the egg. Your breath is a little..”

“It’s okay. I’ve got a date with a whole bottle of mouthwash when we get back home.”

-

“No way you ate that thing Luke!”

The guys sat around as they waited for the rose ceremony to begin, all shocked to hear that Luke ate a century egg. All of them asking Quinn if he believed the story, to which Quinn reiterated that Luke does eat anything and everything.

“How did you guys get to golf and we got nasty food? It’s ridiculous in my opinion.”

Mat Barzal let out a frustrated sigh as he sat back on the couch, sipping his cocktail as his grip on the glass tightened. “Relax man, not every date is gonna be exactly what you want. But you gotta make the best of it.”

“Well I didn’t come here to eat gross food, I came here to win a girl's heart.”

The guys tried to change the subject, Quinn immediately bringing up Trevor’s horrible golf skills to distract from Barzal’s outburst.

“Gentleman! We had some great group dates, a very nice solo date. As a reminder, Luke was awarded a rose from the second group date, and Auston received a rose from his one on one date. So you two will be sticking around another week.”

Auston and Luke gave each other a fist bump as the rest of the group shared a collective sigh. Realizing that meant there were two less roses on the table.

“Now, we noticed a little tension in the room, so before we head in for the ceremony, how about a shot?”

-

The guys filed in, finding their places in front of you while Auston and Luke found theirs off to the side as they were already sporting their roses.

“Gentleman, this truly doesn’t get any easier. As I get to know each of you more, and form these connections, I don’t want to say goodbye to anyone. But, that is unfortunately the name of the game.”

As you picked up the first rose, there was only one name that immediately rolled off of your lips.

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[heartfullofleeches]

How would Host react if one day I decided to dress up as and mimic him for a show

Just what are you up to today?

As a consumer of tricks and mischief himself, Host could tell you had a few up your sleeve from the smirk in your eyes down to the tiny hiccups between each word as you asked him to keep all eyes off your dressing room today. Cute. He decided to play along as he had full trust you wouldn't run off, and only a monster would resist such a harmless and innocent request. He was a tad disappointed to hear you wouldn't be there to start the show, but as long as you were there by its climax it'd be yet another smash hit. Host figured he'd do his part and hype up the crowd for your arrival. He hasn't been this excited since that corrupt politician you brought on the other week. His tie is grey today. That's an interesting development

The curtains draw and Host steps out on stage, welcomed by the cheers and appulse of your crowd. They're a rowdy lot today - right off the bat. What's got them so livened up already?

"Good-Day, Folks. Welcome to another exciting episode of your favorite show -"

"With your favorite host!"

Host taps his mic. He wasn't used to feedback unless for comedic effect. The crowd cheers and hollers all the same from the combined greeting - and from the unsteady click of heels on the title floor Host knew he was no longer alone. He twists his head to look back at the figure emerging from the cover of shadows - microphone in hand.

"Well, Well - what's this now? Surprised to see me?"

A confident smirk dawns their face; stride as professional and flashy as their bandaged eyes could lead guided by two stage hands. Their usual flare swapped out with a grey business suit. Hair slicked back to the best of their capabilities and voice carrying that boastful charm. His copy walks up to him, halted by one of their helpers. They whisper something in their ear and the copy's smile grows.

"If it isn't my doppelganger. Handsome devils, aren't we?"

Host does a doubletake at your attire; camera zoomed in on you from all angles. Posture to dress - you were a spitting image; eyes wrapped up with some bandages to complete his signature look. Feeling the relentless stares you've grown accustomed to, you tilt your head up at him. You swap your mic with his as you saulter over to his desk, kicking your feet up on the table as you take your seat. Your left leg missing the table due to your altered sight, but you pick yourself back up and swing it over your right.

"That's better. These shoes are killing me. Speaking of which, how are our dear guests?."

The stage goes dead quiet. Not even a whisper, or an awkward cough to clear the air. You lift your hand up to remove the bandages.

"Haha..."

Host's chest rises with a breath.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."

He keels over, clutching his ribcage as he bellows a pitched laugh perfectly synced with the millions of voices in the crowd. He laughs harder, bending to his knees as he squeezes his chest tighter and tighter til theirs a faint crack!. He snickers; practically wheezing as he tries to get out a single word between his fit of hysterics. He scrapes black mucus from the corners of his mouth, shoulders bouncing with a silent giggle as he rises and stumbles over in your direction.

"Y/n... Your performance.. It's so spectacular, it's moved me to tears! I knew I picked the most excellent show host in the biz. I haven't laughed that hard in ages. I think I've fallen in love all over again! I knew you'd always upstage me, but if there's anyone who could successfully steal my show - it's you."

The overhead lights blind you as he carefully peals the wrappings from your face. "But if I can make one request, do be a me solid and don't cover up these pretty eyes of yours. Can't have a good show if every part of you isn't accounted for, and you'll need them to see the faces on our dear guests when we bring them out. Today, more than any, we'll knock'em for sure. I look forward to your full act."

[thedeathlysallows]

Glow

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader (previously established as Sugar Plum)

Summary: And I'm standing here handing you my heart 'cause I couldn't wait anymore

Warnings: depressed reader, angst, smut. Loki using his shadow magic for nsfw purposes, degredation, spanking, bondage, possessive!Loki, hair pulling. Warnings aren't exhaustive

Here's a part 2 to Santa Baby for y'all. I hope it lives up to expectations!

The year passes by in a dull, painful blur of building toys, spreading Christmas cheer, and ignoring the ache in your chest that appears any time you think about Loki.

No phone call.

No letter.

Nothing.

All you have is the ghost of a memory that fades with each excruciatingly boring day.

You can't even practice your magic properly... since... ya know... he was your teacher. Honestly, someone should've picked up on that. You're not your brother who takes everything in stride and seems to perfect everything with the ease expected of a future Santa Claus. You aren't your mother who just knows what to do to make someone feel better and keeps the elves satisfied and cheery without breaking a sweat. You aren't your father who is Santa Claus and brings joy to every living being across the nine realms.

You're... an imposter in a family of saints.

No wonder Loki ditched you as soon as he fucked you.

That's all you deserve.

To be used and tossed aside.

"You okay over there, sugar plum?" Sprinkle peers at you with curious eyes and rosy cheeks.

You clear your throat and straighten your dress. "Just fine, Sprinkle. How's the blushing bride?"

Sprinkle perks up even more, her mouth stretching into a wide smile. "She's perfect! I love Mrs. Claus more than anything in the whole world, but I think your brother picked a good girl! She'll be the perfect Mrs. Claus when your parents retire and pass the title!"

Sprinkle continues chattering but you block her out. You love Sprinkle, you really do, but it's difficult to listen to her go on and on about how perfect your brother's soon to be wife is. You know how perfect she is. You knew it the moment she stepped foot in the North Pole. You could sense it. Sprinkle is right; she will be the perfect Mrs. Claus one day. She'll have beautiful children who will one day also pick the perfect spouse and the tradition will keep going for as long as the world still spins.

And you'll be somewhere watching.

"I need to go. I can hear them starting the music." You cut off Sprinkle before your chest can cave in from the nasty feeling brewing deep inside you.

Anxiety, Doctor Jolly called it.

(You aren't sure about him with his credentials being from Gumdrop University, but your dad swears he's "the best in the biz". You're pretty sure your dad only says that because good ol' Dr. Jolly always prescribes hot chocolate for almost any ailment of your dad's.)

You wind your way through the labyrinth that is your home, meeting the rest of your family at the front entryway. Red and green garland wrap around every available surface, silver tinsel dripping off various fixtures. If this was your wedding you probably would've requested more decorations, but Holly wanted to downplay the whole "Santa thing" as she called it.

"My family thinks they're in Canada," she confided in you last week. "I couldn't tell them the truth, could I?"

No, she couldn't, but you still feel bad she had to lie to her family.

And all for your brother.

Ew.

"Oh, sugar plum, there you are!" Your mother reaches out for you, running her eyes over your perfectly pleated red dress before nodding to herself. "Sprinkle did a wonderful job."

"As usual." You give her a tense smile and turn to Holly. "How are you?"

She nods, looking flushed and excited. "I'm good! I've been waiting months!"

Months.

Holly and your brother have known each other for months.

Loki's known you practically your entire life and you can't get him to talk to you anymore.

"-go sit down," your mother says.

You've clearly caught the tail end of a conversation, but you can't find it in you to care. She tugs on you, wrapping her hand in the crook of your elbow before stepping through the heavy oak doors to head into what your mother affectionately calls "the entertaining room". It sort of reminds you of the throne room in Asgard, but less austere and more homey with all the dark wood and soft fire light. It's decorated similar to the entry hall, with red, green, and silver covering everything. A giant Christmas tree sits in front of the staircase with yellow twinkling lights and various handmade ornaments.

"They made it after all, how lovely!" Your mother nudges you in the side, forcing you to look up from the red aisle runner.

You follow your mother's line of vision only to meet Thor's eyes. He gives you a broad smile and whispers something to the brunette woman sitting on his left side. She looks completely awestruck, taking in everything. Whoever she is, she must mean a lot to Thor if he risked bringing her to the wedding.

You look to Thor's right and your throat constricts. Loki sits with his back straight and legs crossed, lips curved down in a bored frown. He looks up at the same time you and your mother take your seats in the front row. Not even the comfy cream and silver chairs the elves worked so hard on for the wedding can relax you. Loki's eyes burn holes in the back of your skull through the entire ceremony. You even miss your dad pronouncing the happy couple man and wife, you're so desperate to find an escape route.

For an entire year you wanted so desperately for him to say anything to you, and now all you can think about is getting away.

How brave of you.

Face your problems head on, Doctor Jolly told you months ago. It sounded nice at the time. Helpful even. Now? Now not so much.

No, you'll make the rounds at your parents' side and then go hide in your room.

Good?

Good.

The assembled crowd migrates to the dining room and you try to lose Loki in the throng of bodies. Much to your displeasure, it doesn't work at all. In fact, it's like he's zeroed in on you and nothing can distract him from stalking you in the giant room. You dance around him, downing one glass of champagne followed by two more. Eventually, you lose him and feel your shoulders relax.

"Hello, sugar plum," Loki's low voice purrs in your ear.

The tension in your body comes back immediately. "What the fuck do you want?"

He puts his hand over his heart. "How nasty. Is that any way to treat an honored guest?"

"Honored guest?"

"That's what the invitation said."

"Well I sure as shit didn't write that." You pluck a sugar cookie off the tray of a passing elf. "If it had been up to me it would've said something like "stupid liars need not show up"."

He raises a brow. "Stupid liars?"

"Yeah, well, it's a work in progress. But you get the idea!"

"No, actually, I don't believe I do. What exactly did I lie about?"

"Good question! You-" you bite off the cookie, trying to buy yourself some time. Loki just looks at you, half expectant, half amused.

"Admit it," he goads you. "I haven't lied to you."

"You took my virginity," you accuse.

Loki shrugs nonchalantly. "Something anyone could've done, sugar plum."

"But they didn't!" A few people turn their heads curiously in your direction when they hear your raised voice, and your skin heats up in embarrassment. "I didn't let anyone else. I let you and then you just left me."

Loki's mask of cool indifference falters for a second before he slips it back in place. "Did it not occur to you that I was otherwise occupied?"

"Oh, so you finally made that move on Sif now that she's free from Thor?"

"Of all the stupid, childish things to come out of your mouth, that one might earn the top spot." Loki bends so his lips are right at your ear. "It's been no one but you for a year, sugar plum. Shall I prove it?"

You shove him away and tilt your chin in defiance. "Fuck off, Loki. I don't need you."

Without sparing a look back, you leave the dining room and head to your bedroom. You'd rather be alone forever than spend another second in a room with Loki. Besides, everyone is so busy with your brother and Holly that they won't notice you're gone.

Once in the safety of your bedroom, you strip out of your dress, the heavy red velvet pooling around your ankles. A simple green bathrobe sits on the edge of your bed, but before you can grab it, long fingers wrap around your wrist. Loki tugs you toward him with ease.

"I've certainly missed this sight," he purrs.

"How did you-"

"Magic, sugar plum. You would've sensed me sooner had you been practicing with your own."

"Sorry, my teacher fucked me and dumped me, so I've been a bit depressed."

Loki hums. "Yes, so Sprinkle cornered me and told me."

You genuinely have nothing else to say. An entire year of dreaming of this moment, and now it's here, and you can't think of a single thing to say.

"Speechless, darling? I do tend to have that effect on women." He's teasing you, trying to get you to say something, but you still can't find the words. "Come now, sugar plum. I'm sure you have more to say to me."

You open your mouth only to close it before opening it again. "I don't."

"Not even if I said I've missed you every second this past year? Not even if I said losing my mother didn't even compare to losing you?"

You heard about Frigga dying. You even attended her funeral. Loki had been nowhere in sight.

"I wanted you," he continues. "Every second of every day."

"You're lying," you say.

"How can you be so certain?"

"Because..." You swallow the lump in your throat and blink back the tears. "I'm nothing. I'm no one."

"Who's the liar now?"

Your eyes flicker up to meet his. "You know it's the truth."

Green flames flicker and dance in the depths of his gaze. "I've met many beings in my life, sugar plum, and most of them never deserved to exist. But you? You're not one of them."

"Loki, I don't feel-"

"No, you never do. You never feel anything, do you?" He's angry as he pulls you into his chest, his long fingers leaving their mark on the bare skin of your hips. "If you refuse to help yourself, sugar plum, I suppose it's up to me."

He walks you backwards until the backs of your thighs meet your soft bed. The two of you topple over onto it, Loki's body still pressed firmly to your own. Through his finely pressed suit you can feel every single inch of him. What little bit of his skin is exposed is hot, feverish almost.

"I wasn't avoiding you," Loki says with a snarl.

He presses hot kisses to the column of your throat in between words. Something cold and almost mist-like wraps around your wrists, pinning them in place. You look to either side and see large shadows the same shape as Loki looming over you. That's what holds your wrists down. That's what slithers across your breasts, toying with your nipples and leaving goosebumps all over your skin. His shadows.

You struggle to catch your breath. "Then what were you doing?"

"Preparing, darling."

"For what?"

Loki hums, trailing his fingers from your hips to the insides of your thighs. His touch is light, teasing. "For you. You're mine."

"Y-yours?"

He nods. "Mine."

He spreads your thighs, dragging a finger over your slit. His shadows still hold you firmly in place, allowing their master to do as he wishes with your exposed body.

"Tell me, darling," Loki purrs in your ear as he sinks two fingers deep in your cunt. "Why would I want anything that isn't absolutely perfect?"

You bite back a moan and squeeze your eyes shut. You've wanted this, dreamt of this, for a year... and now you're totally overwhelmed to have his attention again. As Loki's fingers pump in and out of you, you arch your back, your brain going foggy with lust.

"You're a goddess," he continues. His lips are right by your ear and he nips at your earlobe. "I've been searching for a place worthy of us for the past year. You were made to rule by my side."

Loki leans back, a flash of green momentarily joining the warm orange glow of the fireplace. His clothes disappear in the flash and he's back on you in a second.

"You were made for me," Loki whispers. The firelight catches the sharp angles of his face, softening his expression. His shadows disappear and it's just the two of you now. Loki withdraws his fingers from your cunt and strokes his cock. "Yes?"

You nod, eager to have him inside you. "Yes!"

"Mmm, good girl."

He flips you over onto your front and grips your ass, fingertips digging into your flesh. His cock prods and your soaked entrance and you moan into the sheets. One of his palms moves to rest against the small of your back while he uses the other to guide himself inside you. It feels so good, so right, to have Loki buried to the hilt inside you. You feel full. Complete.

"Loki," you moan out as you arch your back, fucking yourself on his cock. "Please!"

Loki strokes your hair before grabbing a fistful and yanking your head back. "So pretty when you beg, sugar plum. But a good whore uses her words. Tell me exactly what you want."

You continue bouncing your ass on his cock, desperate for any sort of friction. "Please, Loki, please fuck me please!"

"Is that all? You just want me to fuck you? Is that all you're worth? A hole for me to come in and throw away after?"

"Y-yes." It comes out as a question more than a statement.

Loki's hand comes down on your ass, a loud slap echoing through the room. "Wrong. What did I tell you that you are?"

"A goddess!"

"What else?"

When you take too long to answer he smacks your ass again. "What else?!"

"Yours," you cry out. "I'm yours."

Loki snaps his hips forward, meeting your own desperate grinding. "Fuck yes you are."

You let your upper body fall forward, relaxing into his smooth movements as he fucks into your cunt. He's thick and hard inside you and reaches spots you didn't even know existed. Your mind goes absolutely blank until the only thing that exists is the sensation of Loki inside you. He moans your name, praises falling from his lips.

So good, he says. Mine. All mine.

"L-Loki..." you gasp out his name as your orgasm washes through you, leaving your body tingling in its wake.

"Yes," Loki groans. "My perfect girl."

His cock twitches inside you as he comes, his body draping over yours in the aftermath of his own orgasm. His chest rises and falls quickly as he rolls to his side and pulls you with him.

"Are you leaving now?" You hate how small your voice sounds when you ask the question, but Loki's answer has you sighing in relief.

"Never again, sugar plum. As I said earlier, you're mine. Now and forever. In every lifetime."

[brittle-doughie]

Star of the Industry (Popping Candy, DJ, Rockstar, Parfait, and Shining Glitter Cookie)

Requested by: 🧁 anon. Sorry for the wait, but here it is at last! Quite a lot of musical cookies!

“Ladies and gentlemen, Star Jelly Records would like you to put your hands together for the one and only, Y/N Cookie!”

The crowd roared and cheered as you came up onto the stage, outfit and mic at the ready. You tipped your head in confidence as you began to sing.

Running out the oven, we are never turning back. We will not be the witch’s crispy, crunchy snacks!

You danced as good as you sang, making finger guns towards the audience, with the cookie at the receiving end fainting in their fanboyism/fangirlism.

Security cookies had to deal with fans trying to leap over the railings to get closer to you, some had to work hard to get hired this job and it showed with how much they pushed back against the crowd, they were determined to keep you safe.

Be the way you want to be, for all of those to see…

The crowd erupted into cheering as you dropped the mic…into your other hand because microphone were delicate things, why drop it on the ground, hehe.

————————————————————————

You were making your way to your vehicle, security covering you as you walked, your personal agent, Dumpling Cookie, walking right beside you as she too cleared your way of the boisterous crowd.

“Clear the way, cookies. Y/N Cookie has a lot of places to be! HEY! You keep your hands off their hair!”

She smacked the offending cookie on the head with her notebook.

Like with your security detail, Dumpling Cookie had to work real hard to get the role as your agent and vowed to be the best there was. Really only soft spoken and considerate to you, she was cold and professional with others.

She will not tolerate anyone taking advantage of you and will put her foot down towards devious contracts these big shot studios were giving you, with Star Jelly Records being one of few that she was willing to settle with.

You two made to your vehicle as security escorted you both in, with them following after as you drove off.

“You were unbelievable today, Y/N Cookie. Ah, I already preordered myself a copy.”

You very much appreciated her support as you smiled warmly at her, Dumpling having to cover a blush with her notebook.

“O-of course, Y/N Cookie. Okay, next on the schedule is a interview with Reporter Cookie, and then a meeting with our manager, he said it was important.”

The manager? Wonder what that will be about. Sales have been doing pretty wonderfully, and you don’t recall particular problems with today’s performance..what was on his mind…?

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“Tell us, Y/N Cookie, how does it feel to be the next big and upcoming pop star? Your tracks never fail to reach around the top of the chart! I struggle to even get a physical copy with how many cookies crowd the stores!”

Cue a video showing a large crowd of cookies entering the store, huddling around your section inside as copies were literally flying off the shelves.

You chuckled at the recorded scene before answering her question that you were rather humbled that cookies actually listened to, god forbid, even like your music! You uploaded your first track for fun, not really expecting the SURGE of popularity it garnered!

You remember just making a small song in your home and posting it online, not really thinking much of it. To go from being a regular cookie to being a popular figure was surreal to say the least!

“Haha! That’s Y/N Cookie for you, viewers! Humble to the end! Your songs are always so sweet and amazing, it’s even garnered the attention of other cookies in the industry! Even the superstar, Shining Glitter Cookie, plays your songs in her car, humming along to it!”

Shining Glitter…actually likes your songs too? That…was a lot to take in actually, hehe.

“In fact, you’re the talk of the town amongst other well known cookies in the music biz! DJ Cookie mentions you a lot on their posts, Popping Candy showed off his collection of your merchandise, even rising star Parfait Cookie says she gets inspiration from you and your singing!”

Parfait Cookie, you remember going to one of her shows, before you became popular. It was a little funny now that she was looking to you for her inspiration to rise as a pop star!

Funny indeed…

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Your manager praised you for another outstanding performance today, tickets sold like crazy and merchandise sales continue to impress! Dumpling Cookie got a little bit of a scowl going on, she didn’t like all this talk about the money the manager was spouting.

“But…I believe you can get an even bigger popularity boost then what you have right now! After all, a cookie of your talent deserved it! Hence why I called you here!”

Oh? You asked him what that would be? You’re pretty comfy where you are right now.

“It’s no secret that other popular figures in this industry are fans of your music, so I reached out and a multitude of them wished to have a collaboration with you! A great opportunity in my opinion!”

“Now just hold on a second.”

Dumpling Cookie objected, surprising both you and the manager.

“I know you’re the boss and all, but is this really a decision only you yourself can make? A collaboration requires agreement from both sides and I’m not hearing any say from Y/N Cookie about this. I will not let Y/N Cookie be forced into anything.”

You accept!

“W-what?!”

“See, this cookie wants to do this as well! Let’s get this project underway!”

The manager starts to type away at his computer as Dumping turned to you in concern.

“You really want to do this, Y/N Cookie? I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable with this whole thing. Watching out for you is not just me doing my job, but because I care about you. Know that.”

You chuckled as you placed a hand on her shoulder, you looked her in the eye and reassured her that you were okay with it. It sounded like a neat idea and hey, you could make some new friends with this collaboration project. You thanked her for caring about you, it what makes her an awesome secretary to you.

Again, she used her notebook to hide her blushing face, a small smile forming on her face.

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You waited in your studio for the first cookie the manager scheduled for you, the door opening to reveal them.

Rock and roll, baby! Rockstar Cookie had made it onto the scene! He was enthusiastic to meet you, playing a guitar riff as he entered the room!

He’s seen your stuff and wanted to collaborate with you as your musician! With your cool singing and his spectacle guitar playing, you two would make a good team!

His admiration didn’t stop at just your jams, he will compliment you personally, though this will get an eyebrow raise from Dumpling Cookie.

You agreed that his guitar playing was pretty great, those were some sick riffs he played. This is enough for Rockstar to start playing his guitar from the hype.

Your audiences will just adore the two of you together, baby. His fans will simply love you after a concert together! He knows he does-

Alright that was enough as Dumpling Cookie nudged him out the door, Rockstar calling out to you that he hopes you pick him! Other cookies have no soul with their music, rock and roll was the way to go!

“Okay, that’s one of them. Not bad with a guitar, but should really learn personal space. Who’s next?”

Parfait Cookie would be the next to walk through the door, at first a little nervous, but after a warm welcome from you, her confidence grew and she was eager to proclaim her inspiration from you!

She heard one of your songs in the cafe and was immediately got stuck in her head. She was, like, a pretty big fan of you afterwards. She watched your shows and would try to replicate your singing and dancing herself!

You were flattered! It was pretty clear Parfait looked up to you a lot, like, a lot a lot.

She’s got a bunch of your albums in her room, she couldn’t pick favorites, they were all amazing! It would be perfect if you could sign them!

You were amazing….~

She would be a incredibly happy cookie if you collaborated with her, not only would she be one step closer to her dream, it would make her year to sing alongside her idol!

“Happy to possibly work with you, Y/N Cookie! I’ll totally cherish the time spent together, paru paru parfait~!”

Parfait happily waved at you as she made her exit, Dumpling closing the door behind her.

“She seemed fine, an inspiring cookie with a dream. Though she seemed too sugary with her admiration, if you want my opinion on it I mean. Let’s see…”

DJ Cookie made through the door with sick beats, nodded their head as they made their way to you. The winner of 8 Jammy Awards and had earned the label of having the best album of the year!

You’ve heard of DJ Cookie’s music career and thanked them for believing you were worth it to collaborate with.

Of course, you were a cookie with a sick talent for singing and dancing, DJ themself have a few videos of your performance in the background while they record!

They saw Rockstar Cookie leaving your office with a smug grin, you weren’t actually considering collaborating with him, were you? His music would put people to sleep, not DJ!

DJ believed that you are worth so much more to let a cookie like Rockstar be your musician for a concert! You deserved only the best and they will do their hardest to be the best for you!

8 JAMMY AWARDS. Did you know they won 8 of them?! Their album was at the top for the year! There was no cookie capable of such feats as them! The choice to collaborate with is obvious!

Just say you’ll pick them please.

And that was Dumpling’s cue to escort DJ out of the studio. DJ tried to say that it was only a heat of the moment thing, but Dumpling wasn’t having it as she closed door.

“For a cookie of their caliber, that went down fast. Please advise caution if you go with DJ Cookie, Y/N Cookie. They don’t seem to be of sound mind when it comes to…rivals. Next one in line!”

Popping Candy, similar to Parfait, was nervous when coming through the door. Along with Shining Glitter, you were an idol to him and his group the more they climbed up the chain.

Shows you his collection of your merch he has on his phone. He even had the head shaped pillow that quickly ran out of stock! To see his collection yourself, you chuckled as you scratched the back of your head in flattery.

When your manager put out the offer of a collaboration in his feed, he jumped at the opportunity. To have a joint concert with you would be a dream come true for a fan of his level.

He and his group, the Cake POPs, would do their best to follow your every step, they wanted to make sure this concert was perfect! Popping Candy already watches your performances on repeat, so he’s got an idea of how you perform!

His other group members would be greatly appreciative if you chose them to collaborate with!

Let him take a breather, wow, it’s just, he was actually talking to you, THE Y/N Cookie, an idol he’s been following for a long while now!

Could you perhaps…sign his forehead?

Dumpling sighed, that was her cue. She politely requested Popping Candy to make his leave, but to avoid making him upset, she tried a roundabout approach.

“Uhh, right. Thank you for your time, Popping Candy Cookie. We’ll keep in touch if you get picked, so give Y/N Cookie some time to think about it.”

Ah! Of course, Popping Candy understood! He got up and headed on out, he needed to practice on his choreography and singing some more! Dumpling wiped her forehead as she shook her head, what was going on today..

The most popular for last, Shining Glitter made her entrance by shaking hands with you, saying how she became a quick fan of you after listening to your songs on the radio. The way you sang just enraptured her!

She was a super star, but in her eyes, you were the star that shined as brightly as ever with how you were on stage! She found herself wanting to dance to your rhythm!

She scooted closer to you as she took your hand into hers, saying how this was probably your first collaboration and so it would be an honor if she was the first cookie you partnered with, it would mean lot. This sent alarm bells for Dumpling Cookie.

Both of you were popular stars, so it only makes sense that you two were paired together. Fans from both sides would just LOVE to see you two perform on the same stage.

They were naming a street after her, she’s considering including your name in it too as a token of your beautiful partnership with her!

Like with Popping Candy, she has a bunch of your merchandise she shows off on her social media, nabbing the higher end ones like Y/N Cookie-branded pillows, plushies, party sets, etc. Even a copy of your very first track release, it was incredibly rare!

Sorry if this seemed out of nowhere, but it would be a funny to see the possible ship names the fans would make for you two. Shining Y/N Cookie? Y/N Glitter Cookie? The possibilities were infinite!

Line was drawn, Dumpling requested that Glitter make her way home. Shining Glitter was genuinely confused with this, was it something she said? Shining Glitter would not budge as she refuted what Dumpling was trying to tell her.

“Ms. Glitter, you need to make way for the next cookie in line-“

“What? What do ya mean “next cookie”? Was my proposal not good enough to get selected right away? Who else was there to choose besides me?”

“Plenty of other cookies, you’re not the only one making it in this line of work. Simply, I don’t care if you’re popular, Y/N Cookie will not be working with any cookie who’s this forceful and arrogant.”

“I want to hear it from Y/N Cookie themselves, Y/N, would you like to have this partnership with me?”

Dumpling was doing her best to push back, but Glitter got uncomfortably close when asking that it made look to the side awkwardly.

Well…

“You’re, like, already popular enough, I should be the cookie they collaborate with!”

Parfait Cookie at the door?! DJ too?! Wait, they’re all here?!

“They’re good in the singing business, they just need the right cookie with the sickest beats, that’s where I come in and whisk them off their feet!”

“Your tunes are soulless, rock and roll is the way to go, baby!

“So many cookies here..will Y/N Cookie still choose me after all this?”

“A cookie of their standing only deserves an equal to that, don’t ya see that it’s me who can fulfill that?”

Dumpling Cookie grew increasingly agitated the more the group of cookies bickered, this was no way to act in front of you.

She had to angrily call for security to escore all the cookies out of the premises.

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The cookies waited in the lobby, sat down and lamenting on the events from earlier.

“We messed up, didn’t we? I hope Y/N Cookie isn’t too mad at us…”

“Parfait: I do admit to losing my cool there, it’s just…I look up to them so much, that sharing the stage would be a dream come true. I should’ve assumed it was the same for everyone else, regardless of fame.”

“Hear hear, the fire in my heart was so passionate that it clouded my mind…”

“Shining Glitter: I do admit that I was actin’ unprofessional back there, a part of me…wanted Y/N Cookie to like me as more then just being a superstar, but as me…”

The door leading into the lobby opened, revealing you and Dumpling Cookie as you made your way to them. Dumpling’s cold state boring into the eyes of the cookies made them want to avert their eyes from the intensity.

“Y/N Cookie has taken it into consideration…and they’re just not interested in any of you. Thank you for your time and actually make your leave from here.”

The cookies gasped in horror before you poked Dumpling in the shoulder with a pout.

Heyyy, you didn’t say that. Come on now, Dumpling.

“What? Am I not allowed to have a little fun?”

Broooo. Anyway, you corrected Dumpling’s little joke by stating that to avoid any discourse and bitterness from the other cookies, you’ve decided…that you accept everyone’s offer to collaborate. Let’s shoot for the moon with so much talent onboard!

Everyone was taken aback! They were so sure that they’ve messed up their chances by the little squabble from earlier, they didn’t expect you to have the opposite reaction in any capacity!

Well, the stage was for anyone, and considering how each and every one of them said they were a fan of you, you figured why not and decide to make this one grand collaboration of all different types of talent! The manager was certainly happy and excited with this idea, so if they’re willing, you were down with it.

They saw the opportunity and JUMPED for it

“Yeah, Y/N! Let’s make some killer music, baby!”

“I won’t let ya down, Y/N Cookie. I promise ya my beats will pump up the crowd!”

“Y-yes, I’d love to! I really need to practice now to match you!”

“Shining Glitter: Let’s be glorious stars together, Y/N Cookie!”

“Parfait: Wow, just wow! I’m, like, totally excited for this! I feel like my toppings wil melt!”

Dumpling Cookie rolled her eyes at the other cookies with a smile, you always did have a kind sway over cookies to have them get along. Sure, you weren’t as hard on them as she would’ve been, but it just showed how much of a giving cookie you were. And that’s what she loved about you.

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“Welcome back, cookies! We have a special performance today! Y/N Cookie is not making an appearance alone tonight! We at Star Jelly Records would like to announce our special guests! Rockstar Cookie!”

“Are you cookies ready to rock?! WHOO!”

“Parfait Cookie!”

“Paru-paru-PARFAIT! Are you cookies ready for sweet melodies!”

“DJ Cookie!”

“DJ Cookie here and I’m gonna drop the beat!”

“The Cake POPS!”

“We’re honored to be singing alongside Y/N Cookie! Here’s to a great concert with you all!”

And gracing the stage alongside them, Shining Glitter Cookie!

“Can you make some noise, cookies?! We can’t hear you!”

The crowd roars as you handled the mic, singing alongside Glitter, Parfait, and the Cake Pops while you played your tunes with Rockstar and DJ, all of them very much liking you giving them attention.

The manager behind the curtain was crying happy tears while Dumpling Cookie was waving a mini-flag of you as support.

Your mailbox will be crammed with fan letters, but hey, that’s the price to pay when you’re a superstar in this industry!

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This Will Be The Day That I Spy - Part 1: Blindsided

Fandom: Kingsman: The Golden Circle / Jack Daniels

Pairing: Jack Daniels x f!reader

Reader: Bold, smart female, not easily fazed, always open for an adventure. Has a chemistry degree and is a spirits distiller by trade. No physical descriptions, no use of y/n.

Rating: T

Warnings: darkness, enclosed spaces, and Jack Daniels being a flirt.

Summary: A blind date with Jack Daniels does not go according to anyone’s plan…and that’s what makes it interesting.

A/N: For my March entry for Year of Tropes  as part of @yearofcreation2023​ we’re going for BLIND DATE+. The + is there because I couldn’t decide between two tropes for this fic, so there will be another one tackled in part two.

It was the construction that pushed you in the door to the swanky Manhattan high-rise. Ginger wasn’t kidding, this guy must be loaded. Not your usual fare, rich guys, but Ginger assured you he was a sweet, Southern gentleman…if you could get past the hokey name. And the corny compliments. And something about a belt buckle….?

“I’m not looking for a sugar daddy, Ginge,” you’d pleaded over the video call. “If that’s what he’s expecting–”

“It’s not. Believe me. I only suggested he meet with you to springboard your network in New York and look over your portfolio. He’s impressed with your background and your work at Herlot Watt, but…” your old friend’s lips pressed together in an otherwise controlled flickered moment of frustration, “then he saw your picture and asked me what you were like when we were in college and I figured I’d just cut to the chase and set you up. One thing you should know about Jack is that he thinks he’s being subtle. But that man is never subtle.”

“So you’re saying he’s rich but tedious and you think that’s a good match for me.”

“No! I’m sorry. No.” She adjusted her horn-rimmed glasses, doing her best to hide a knowing smile. “Jack is…he tries. He’s a romantic at heart. He really is. But he’s been alone too long and I think he knows it.”

“Wait. Is this that CEO that flirts with every woman he sees? That one boss that irritates you to hell???”

Ginger let out a long, measured breath. “Do you trust me?”

“No.”

“You forget that I was trained in a multitude of forensics. And I know when you’re lying.”

“You know when I’m lying because we shared an apartment and you’ve held my hair while I was puking.”

“That too.” Ginger was never known for having a tender heart, but every once in a while, she’d let you see it. “Listen, dearest. I promise you, his personality fills up a room. But I’ve known him long enough to see that it’s a diversionary tactic. He’s got a deep core of honor in him. And if you meet him and sparks don’t fly, he will still open doors for you in the distilling biz, I promise.”

“This is the Manners Maketh Man guy, isn’t it.”

“I didn’t realize I’d told you so much about him.”

“Less told and more complained. You’re throwing me to the wolves here, Ginge. At least tell me he’s good looking.”

One sly corner of her mouth raised. “He does alright. I think you’ll find him acceptable to your tastes.”

“What’s that look for??”

“Nothing,” she cooly mused, “I’m just curious to see if my hypothesis is correct. Friday night, 7pm, rooftop restaurant of the Calgary Suites. I’ll send you the coordinates. Enjoy.”

As she leaned forward to end the call you told her to “wait–I’m not one of your experiments!” but with a click she was gone, nothing but a white afterimage on a black screen in glorious negative relief.

Well. If nothing else, he sounded like a challenge. And you like a good challenge.

So on a balmy Friday night you found yourself gaping up up up the reach of the Calgary against the twilit sky, towering over Central Park at your back, smelling the reek of a life too expensive for your tastes and instinctively turning on your heel to walk away.

What stopped you was the restoration scaffolding enclosing the building under which you were standing. Or rather, the way it shuddered. And the way a large pole fell on its end with a clang to the sidewalk where you’d just passed a moment ago, tipping slowly out into the street. Nobody was hurt but the screams and concrete crack and sudden blaring of horns spelled out a true disaster in front of you.

Where someone else might have been rattled and shocked, all it did was give you perspective.

Fuck it. Let’s do this. Can’t be a worse disaster than this, right?

“I can call up for you, ma’am. What suite?” The doorman at your elbow brings you back to the moment.

“Uh, no, uh, I’m sorry. Daniels? I’m actually meeting him at the rooftop restaurant.”

“This way, ma’am. So sorry about all of this.” He seems nervous, a little shaken by the victimless accident outside, anxious to put all to rights and it looks like you’re something he can fix. You follow him to the elevator bank, letting the sleek extravagance of the lobby wash over you.

Once an elevator arrives, there’s a swipe of a key card, a little door opens to a small button that gets tapped, a friendly nod, and the doorman backs out of the elevator, smiling as the door quietly slides shut.

Well. That decides that then. Might as well just ride this out.

Looking at your reflection in the polished doors, you try to see yourself for the first time. Are you shoddy looking? At least clean and tidy? Would you ever find yourself really fitting in at a place like this? A little lip tint might help, if for nothing than confidence…

In an attempt to look at anything but yourself, you reach into your purse to find a gloss or lipstick or balm, something with some color, and are so occupied that when the elevator stops and the doors open, you simply step back and to the side to let the new passenger in.

Once you’re in upward motion again, you find what you’re looking for, turning to apply it in the reflection of the polished wall. Finishing and taking in the final effect, a smooth baritone rolls from behind you.

“Pardon me, ma’am, but are you–”

You just start to turn–just enough time to catch a black Stetson and tie, a charcoal blazer and painted-on denim, just enough time to register the deep chestnut hair and mustache, just a fleeting twinkle of a dark eye and a silver buckle–before the world goes black.

A jolt shakes the box you’re in and it comes to a rude halt, then another harsher one as the generator initially kicks in but fails before it’s begun, and you feel yourself stumbling backward through a pitch black void, banging your shoulder and then head against a polished metal wall.

“Owwwwww.” A bright light pierces the blackout; not from the spark of pain but rather a phone flashlight. “Hey!”

“My apologies,” your fellow passenger says and the light swings out of your eyeline. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just…surprised.”

“Okay, that’s good. Hold on a minute, sugar.” The light goes out, replaced by the display backlight shining onto the man. It’s dimmer, but you can make out his thumb tapping out a few numbers and the line of a strong jaw as he lifts the phone up to his ear. “We’ll see what’s spooked the horses.” A few distant rings. A few more.

Sugar? Sugar?? Excuse him??? Wait. No. Wait. Is he–

A distant answer through the phone. “Sir?”

The man is calm and steady, respectful and patient. “Howdy, Jones. I’m in elevator 3 with another passenger and we’re in a stall and blackout. What’s the situation?”

“I’m so sorry, sir! We think it might be the construction outside, perhaps a wiring issue. There was an accident. We’re working to get it fixed as soon as we can. Are you alright?”

“Yes, yes, we’re fine. No worries. You wanna call up top and let them know I’m going to be late for my reservation?”

“Of course Mr. Daniels. Although, they’ll be in blackout too; the whole building is… Oh! Your guest was just–”

“Yes, she’s in here with me. I believe…” He turns to face you in the shadows as if he can see you past the light of his phone.

The silence that follows is a bit too long and fills itself with the collection of regrets–the outside accident, the elevator stop, the darkness, being stuck in a box with the potential employer slash begrudgingly blind date that you’d rather meet under literally any other circumstance. What a disaster.

And then you realize that the silence is too long and it’s your fault, that he’s waiting for you to confirm who you are and you stutter out a “Yes. Yes, it’s me, I’m…I’m your–” just as he is about to ask you again.

“Yeah, it’s her, Jones. I got ‘er.”

“I guess that’s both a good and bad thing, sir. But at least you both have company, right?”

“Jones.”

“Sorry, Mr. Daniels. Just trying to make light. Ha! No pun intended!” The doorman’s laugh roars and then awkwardly fades through the receiver. “We’ll do our best to get you up and running again, sir.”

An abrupt return to absolute blackness comes when the call ends and you hear a small shuffle as he puts his phone back into his blazer pocket. Then there’s a beep--like a notification--but he doesn’t answer it. “Well shit, you went through the effort to put the last shine on the boot and I don’t even get to enjoy it.”

“The…boot?”

“The lipstick? Your face.”

“Excuse me?” Ooof. This guy really has some kind of cowboy schtick going on. 

A chuckle in the darkness. “I’m Jack. Ginger’s told me a lot about you. Said you had some bite.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Daniels,” you say, hoping your voice carries a smile rather than the tingle in your spine. “I assure you I’m harmless. If there was light, I’d shake your hand.”

“I prefer Jack. And if there was light, I’d most likely kiss your cheek in a gentlemanly manner.”

Wow. Wasting no time in the flirtation then. From any other strange man in close proximity, this should be too forward. But incredibly, intuitively, you know he means no harm. Ginger wouldn’t hook you up with anyone who was a threat, and obviously he knows that any bad step on his part would be reported.

But it is his voice that gives you calm. His voice in the dark. Deep. Mannerly. Steady. With a twang that is on track to becoming a big distraction.

You’re self aware enough to realize you made a mistake on your way here. You had already decided that the date was a minor hurdle to get through in order to meet your networking goal, that these business types weren’t your style and that you’d shake hands and leave with nothing more than a little professional support.

It had been a subliminal, foregone conclusion. At no point had you seriously expected to have your head turned.

But he’s said all of a few sentences to you–all of them polite, gentle, and smoothly southern…

…And it’s working on you.

You can feel your face start to burn and even though it’s impossible to see anything in any direction, you still smile hard in the direction of your shoes. It would be nice to be kissed on the cheek by a man with that voice. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all?

“You still with me, darlin’?” It’s smooth and sweet, a perfect balance of charm and attempting not to be a threat or take up the whole room, even as tiny as it is.

“Hmm? Oh, yes… I was just wondering,” you peer in his direction out of habit, trying to find him in the void, “what brought you here.”

The careful calm cracks and a little cornball shows through. “Well you did, sugar. I believe we had a blind date. Although, this is awfully literal.”

You can feel your face squinching up, suppressing a laugh–a hopeless endeavor that fails–and it’s pleasantly surprising at how instantly you are won over. “I meant Manhattan! I assume you’re not from here…your accent…”

“Ah that,” he purrs, laying it on thicker for your benefit. “I am a Southern boy born and bred. But someone had to run Statesman’s New York branch, so I slung myself into the saddle, and here I ride.”

“I suppose the cowboy act is helpful for the brand….charming investors…subliminal suggestion of authenticity…”

There’s a sharp intake from his corner. “Sweetheart! I can assure you there is no act. I grew up on a fair few ranches and have one myself.”

“Really? With the horses and everything.”

“With the horses and everything. Did you say ‘charming?’”

There’s something so freeing about knowing your expressions are masked. But no doubt the delight comes through. “Can you do lasso tricks?”

“I might know a few.”

How does he do sincere and suggestive at the same time? Ginger said he wasn’t subtle, but he certainly has nuance.

The sudden image of a tall, dark, handsome cowboy and his lasso running around New York sends your imagination rolling though. Clapping a hand over your mouth to hide your sudden smile isn’t necessary, just a reflex. Thank god he can’t see what a giggling mess he’s making of you.

He’s ridiculous.

And you love it.

What on earth has gotten into you?

Too fast. Too fast. Calm down.

“So..has this happened before?”

Your question hangs in the darkness.

And then....keeps hanging.

He’s been quick to respond up until now. Did you say something wrong? Is he thinking back? It’s hard to say why, but his pause raises the hair on the back of your neck.

But it’s only a matter of seconds before he gently eases the silence open. “What do you mean by that, sugar?”

“Ah…the elevator? Does it break down like this often? You don’t seem particularly stressed out by it.”

“I would point out that you seem pretty calm yourself.”

You shrug needlessly. “There’s no reason not to be. There’s ventilation. Standard codes will have a secondary cable system in place and there’s no way we can fall unless the cords are severed, which is unlikely. Worst case scenario is that we have to hand pry the door open and either crawl up or drop down… I don’t know if I’m strong enough for that, but I’m sure the both of us could handle it. The only reason I’d have to be afraid is because I’m trapped in a lightless box with a man I don’t know and might need to defend myself.”

“And I bet you could defend yourself.” His drawl deepens when he’s delighted.

Noted.

“I have a feeling I’m not going to have to.”

“No, ma’am.” There’s a shared, sweet and nervous laugh between you and you have a distinct image in your mind of those dark eyes crinkling at the edges. You’d wager he has a beautiful smile. You’d wager more that he has a cowboy grin–lopsided and dopey, but somehow just as charming as that twang. And just as you’re reminding yourself to slow down your flirting again, it seems he’s had the same thought. “These old buildings do have their quirks. A breakdown isn’t unheard of. So...how does a master distiller know so much about elevator mechanics?”

“Well, first of all, just ‘distiller.’ I’d like to be a master someday. Furthest I’ve been is head distiller. Secondly, I’m sure Ginger told you that we were undergrad together, started off on the same track, but I stuck with the chemistry and she went into the physics… we kind of learned a lot from each other. I don’t remember talking about elevators specifically? But it’s funny what just happens to stick in the memory banks.”

“I see.” Strange. He seems slightly perplexed with that answer and lets his reaction drag as if he’s formulating his follow up question. “And then you took off for Herlot Watt.”

“That’s right.”

“What sticks in your memory banks about that?”

Ah. He’s switched to the more professional side of the questions. That can be appreciated. After all, Ginger did say that he could help you along even if the date didn’t go well. And since it seemed almost certain to go well, it’s gentlemanly for him to save it for better lighting–with a table and a meal between you--and spend this trapped time getting the dryer and safer questions out of the way.

“Well, my postgraduate studies were–”

“Oh I know about your studies. I’ve read. I’m talking about your time in Ed-in-burrow. Did you enjoy it there? What’s something you learned that wasn’t taught in their books?”

“Edinburgh is beautiful. The history, the shadows and light…I can still smell the bitter florals of the old perfumery from the little side street I lived on…I guess I learned… well, I mean, the air is in the whiskey there. And I learned that you can’t force a spirit to be what it’s not. Every spirit you distill will have its history in it–the local water in the wash, the particular ions in the soil that grow the barley in your mash, the sweetness or bitterness of the wood used for the barrels…even those change from forest to forest in the same region. If you pay enough attention, you can see the thread of the chemical makeup in each spirit as you drink it, each one unique, even if you don’t have the knowledge of its path to the present, you still know there’s a signature experience there…”

Another long silence.

“Sounds like you’re pretty perceptive to your senses and your surroundings.”

“Your cologne has cedar and tonka in it, I can tell you that.”

An amused chuckle that ends in a drawn out note, “Well shit. Thus ends the interview section of our meeting. I’m sure Statesman can put your talents to good use.”

“Oh, I’d love that–”

“But tell me. Did you ever get out of the city? Go exploring the countryside?”

“Oh, yeah, of course. If I was too wound up in studies, I’d pick the closest castle on the map I hadn’t gone to yet and go take a drive out to the country. It was gorgeous. That became like my little pastime and reward all wrapped up in one.”

“You ever visit the North Berwick area?”

It takes you a moment to scan your mental map. “On the coast? Yes, actually, Tantallon Castle was kind of a go-to place when I needed to get out of the city and spend some time by the sea. Do you know it?”

“I do, actually. So you’re familiar with the area.”

“Oh yeah. There’s a little abbey hotel I booked a few long weekends in that had the best meat pies I’ve ever had. The woman who ran the place had this little Westie she’d dress in a tartan that she’d allow me to walk in the mornings on my roamings…” It’s a happy memory, one you wish had more time to pour over, but don’t have the advantage of reading his expression to know if it would be boring or not. “Wow. I haven’t thought about that place in a while.”

“You think you still know how to get around?”

You blink in the dark. An odd question. “I…think so?”

“Would you like to go back?”

Something’s wrong, and your eyebrows know it as surely as you do, pulling together as you try to keep your voice casual and innocent. “I…guess I wouldn’t mind a visit? Why? Would Statesman Distillery require me to have more training?”

Tilting an ear to him, you listen hard. A shift of feet or a shallow breath or a change in speaking tempo can belie a lot and he’s suddenly being strangely persistent in this questioning line.

“Not exactly. Ginger said you were pretty good with the dialect in that area.”

“It’s thick, but it’s not like it’s Glaswegian.”

“But she said you were a good mimic.”

“That’s…weird. Why would she tell you that?” Your senses go on full alert.

“You ever ramble on through the caves in the cliffside there?”

“I heard there were caves, but I’d never gone, don’t want to get sucked in by high tide.” What the hell kind of questions are these?

“You ever meet a man at the University name of Barclay–”

“What?”

“No. You stop! I’m ending this.”

The sharp retort is an abrupt change in character from the urban cowboy you’ve just started to get to know, and you naturally step back and put your hands up in a defensive stance. “I…what? Did I say something–”

Your companion’s voice suddenly gains an edge, authoritative, impatient, an irritation gradually salting the earth. “Yes, I can see that. Listen, I can trust your word on this but you know patience is not my main quality and she’s not dumb. Look at her. She’s seein’ through all of this already so I would appreciate the opportunity not to beat around the bush this one time. Yes, I know! But this is my assignment now and drawing this out is not the way to build trust–”

“Ah…excuse me? You can see what, exactly?”

“--no signs of stress, high perception, the skills are there! I know what I’m about and the damage is done. Turn on the damn lights, Ginger.”

Squinting against the sudden brightness as the elevator lights flicker on, you catch sight of Jack Daniels across from you in full for the first time. You weren’t mistaken, he is decidedly handsome and well-kempt, big hands on slim hips, head tilted back and watching you intently with dark eyes through the bottom of his glasses…

You don’t remember seeing the glasses.

“Over speaker, Ginger. She can’t hear you though the tech.”

Your friend’s tense voice reverberates from above. “Yes, thank you I know.”

“Ginge?” you ask into the air. “What the hell.”

“My old friend…I’m so so sorry about this. This isn’t really how I wanted this to go. I promise you there’s an explanation. I need you to breathe. And relax. You’re going to break that railing, sweetie.”

You suddenly take stock of your back pressed against the metal walls of the elevator, hands gripping the brass railing that runs along at waist height like you need to brace yourself, a contradiction to a fight or flight response. “Wait.” Your gaze bounces to the four corners of the ceiling searching for a camera. “You can see me?”

Jack taps the frame of his glasses and the notification sound you’d heard earlier in the dark pings again. Sliding them off his face, folding them in a huff and jamming them in his breast pocket he smirks, “Not anymore, she can’t.”

“Whiskey–”

“Dammit, Ginger… You gonna do this, or am I?”

There’s a tense moment as Jack glares you down and your friend heaves an audible sigh.

“Jack is going to explain some things. It’s going to be a lot, but I’m going to need you to trust him. Like you trust me.”

“I don’t understand–”

“I know, dearest. But you will.”

Turning to Jack Daniels, you find him easy, smiling, and extending a hand across the small space toward you, putting on all the charm. “Let’s start over. Howdy. I’m Jack Daniels, CEO of the New York branch of Statesman Distilling, and high-ranking operative for the covert espionage agency it covers. Code name: Whiskey.”

You find yourself reaching for him through your shock, propelled by Ginger’s assurance, Jack’s return to confidence and warmth, and your own curiosity kicking in. “Espionage…. You’re a spy?”

“Yes ma’am,” he winks as his fingers curl around yours. “Ginger too, if you can believe it. And–wouldn’t you know it–we’re recruiting.”

“They just called in a reboot of the whole building system,” Ginger warns. “It will probably be fifteen minutes before that takes. I can reliably give you ten. Without interruption, Jack should be able to tell you what you need to know, so keep your questions for the dinner table. I’ll scramble the mics and be back right before go.”

Dropping your hand to tap a button on his overlarge watch, Jack nods. “In ten, copy. Now then, sugar,” he hums at you, “let’s begin with Statesman.”

Over the following ten minutes, Jack explains the agency that coexists with the whiskey business, as well as its several fraternal organizations throughout the world, how Ginger came to be a part of it, why she had to keep it a secret from you, and will continue to do so if you decline the invitation to join–memory wipe, painless, no big deal, done right here in the elevator and the date continues as if none of this happened. But the background checks and paperwork are all done, you’ll need minimal training, and there’s time for that before you depart for your mission in Edinburgh–

“Mission? Wait. What? I thought you wanted me to work in the distillery–”

“Of course,” Jack explains, “there’s that too, but we need your skills and expertise and boots on the ground for this one. You know the area, as an alum you have an in at the University. You don’t have to do anything tactical. Not to worry, that’s my department and I’ll be right there with you–”

“So this was all some elaborate set up for what? To feel me out? Some kind of stress test?”

His thumbs hook into his belt loops as he settles into one hip, his chin chasing a raised eyebrow. “Why? Do I cause you stress, darlin’?”

Oh shit. That pulls your reins up short. You have no answer to this. Well. None that you’d like to admit out loud anyway. His chest is so broad. And it’s right there. And his shirt pulls against it when he stands like that…

Beside the point. Focus.

“But…why on earth would you want a spirits chemist on a spy mission?”

A wry smile pulls at one corner of his mustache as he catches you looking. “You said so yourself; there’s a lot of useful stuff in that memory bank of yours.”

“Yes, but–”

“Are you seriously underestimating the importance of chemistry?”

You might have protested further, made him understand that chemistry is noble but that you can’t wield it like a weapon; you use it for mixing compounds not for unveiling secrets. But the gentle swagger with which he closes the gap between you stops the words from coming. And the smooth and measured way he pulls you  into the circle of his arms stops your head from thinking. All this just before he presses his lips to your cheek….

In a gentlemanly manner.

Ah. That chemistry.

“Is this…still a date?” You don’t mean to whisper, but your voice seems to be on an inconvenient hiatus. 

His cheek hums next to yours, honeyed twang circling your ear. “Seems a shame to waste a good dinner reservation. And good company. You disapprove?”

“No. But,” pulling back an inch or two, you swallow and do your best not to look him in the eye at this close proximity. Somehow, that’s supposed to keep him from hearing your heart booming. “I thought you said you’d wipe my memory before this continues as a date.”

“I never said the two scenarios were mutually exclusive. There’s no rule says agents can’t co-mingle. And if there were such rules…well, shit,” tipping his head down to hook your eye, “They’ve never built a fence this buck can’t jump.”

“Seems unprofessional.”

“That’s what makes it fun, sugar.”

“Jack! I leave you alone for ten minutes–” Ginger’s chiding echoes from the speaker above. “You’re deviating from the plan.”

He steps back to assess your bemused smile. “I beg to differ. I told you I’d be flirtin’ to get what I want. Never specified that ‘what I want’ stopped at information.”

“I still don’t think it’s a good idea so soon–”

“I do, Ginge,” you call into the air while holding Jack’s steady gaze. “How did you put it? ‘Acceptable to my tastes?’ You know me better than anyone. I find it hard to believe that you’d trap me in a box with a sturdy, handsome man of mystery and expect me not to rise to the challenge.”

In the short silence that follows, you can almost hear Ginger fume. You can certainly see Jack grin.

“Jack. If you mess this up or hurt her, I will replace your entire glandular system with a colony of pigeon ticks.”

He gives a stoic nod, mostly for your benefit. “Odd choice of pest, but copy that. In the meantime–”

He makes it official by stepping forward and offering an elbow.

And you seal the deal by looping your arm through it.

“--order up. One box of Whiskey and Rye to the rooftop patio.”

You can’t recall the last time you gave over to the power of “well hell why not” like this. There’s something about him that is instantly trustworthy and you can’t wait to find out what it is. In the meantime, the reflection that you two make in the elevator doors tells you all you need to know; it’s a story in itself, an epic meet cute, an adventure in the making.

There’s a lurch as the elevator begins to climb, but this time you stay steady on your feet; he makes sure of that.

As the doors slide open, the picture of you on the arm of this new challenge splits to reveal a quiet patio restaurant under the stars. All the tables are empty but for the one in the center–a lone candle burning, and a setting for two.

“An arranged elevator stall. A fully reserved restaurant. The offer of a job and possible espionage. What else do you have up your sleeve, cowboy?”

As an answer, he flexes slightly, his bicep pushing at the blazer fabric under your hand. “Possible espionage? You still havin’ doubts? You hold onto these guns, sugar, and follow my lead. I will happily persuade you.”

Stepping out into the night together, you close your eyes and let him guide you to the table. “You know what, cowboy? I think I might happily allow you to.”

A chuckle. “What do you reckon? Best blind date ever?”

“Best blind date ever.”

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MASTERLIST

CHARACTER MASTERLIST

[obstinaterixatrix]

also, while I was visiting chip we stopped by a store that was selling accessories by the peach fuzz that were extremely good (fish hair clips…) so I looked up the site and the owner has a separate page for MANUFACTURER RECOMMENDATIONS, which is crazy useful and super cool of her

the first manu she recs, stickerapp, I’ve used it to print my gals and I really liked the quality and the customizability. plus, having specific recs from alibaba is good to have on-hand. she also includes a company to avoid for union busting. it’s just a very cool and community-minded resource she’s put together, check it out

[midheavenastrology]

🧠Astrology Observations🗣

18+ 🫦 cus it’s spicy 🌶

🫦 all air signs, heavy air sign placements LOVE oral sex. Like no joke; I used 2 be a sugar baby and the air sign daddies always preferred oral/kissing. Their mouth is their love language lol💄oh and u better believe they LOVE dirty talk lmao 😂 this applies to Venus+Mars in air sign placements too 💋

🫦earth sign mars=big dick 🍆 energy (maybe not so much Virgo..sorry y’all, the mercurial energy makes things a little smaller and daintier haha) mars is super happy in capricorn 🍆 it’s in its exaltation, so it doesn’t skimp out downstairs for natives with this placement. For feminine energy with these placements …well let’s just say, ur a badass and u know it. 💯💯💯 *bonus if u have sag placements as well because sag is ruled by Jupiter and it expands anything it touches lol

🫦Scorpio Mercurys are so comfortable talking about the nitty gritty details of their sex life. Like I’ve talked to some peeps with this placement and they’ll just get right into it and I’ll sit there uncomfortably trying not to sweat 🗣💦

🫦if you’re water dominant, seriously consider who you share your sexual energy with. Like y’all are HELLA sensitive to energies, vibes, etc and you absorb it like nobodies biz (water soaks it all in) leaving u drained if ur sleeping with misaligned energies. 😢 I love ya babies. Be mindful.🧿

🫦but on the other end of the spectrum, fire 🔥 dominants, y’all GIVE life literally. Like your energy is hella electric ⚡️ and powerful. That’s why I believe synergistically water and fire work better than fire and air. Water 💧 calms the fires, while the fire ignites the water to action. I won’t even talk about fire and air- that’s just a WILDFIRE in the making 😂 ! pure chaos mode !!

🫦Aquarius is THE DADDY energy. More so than Capricorns because they’re the masculine energy of Saturn 🪐 I’ve never met one Aquarius placement who isn’t secretly into domination during seggs. Whips, choking, hair pulling….lol but u best believe they’re gonna be nice about it 🤣

🫦Libras and Taurus’s aren’t opposed to fake titties, lip fillers and plastic surgery ngl.. after all..their planetary ruler is Venus and the lower vibration of Venus makes one quite vain 🪞

🫦If you have a seggsy voice, a Gemini will go gaga for you. Why ? Because Gemini is ruled by Mercury- planet of cummunication lol

That’s all 444 now 🧚 stay tuned for synastry observations 😘

[azucarmorena97]

Just a Friend (BTS Reactions || Makne Line)

"Oh baby, you got what I need."- Biz Markie.

Everyone loves a friends to lovers trope- let's see what happens when you guys finally acknowledge the elephant in the room <3

Hyung Line ||

1.) Jimin (kind of a long one, sorry not sorry <3)

"Shot, shot, shot, SHOT!" The group cheers as Jimin throws back not one, not two, but three shots of tequila in one go. His cheeks are redder than they've ever been- dude is gonna be so wasted. He's never been one to shy away from a good time and tonight seems like an exceptionally fun night. "Slow down," You whisper, gently elbowing him in his side, "You're not indestructible, you know." "'Slow down', she says!" He yells out to the crowd, feigning a bummed out expression, to which everyone boos. You roll your eyes, "Fine, drink yourself stupid. I ain't holding your hair back when you're puking your guts out later." "Right," Namjoon says sarcastically. Of course you're bluffing, but it's still annoying that they detect it. "Oh, I know what we should do," Says a girl that you vaguely remember being a close friend of Yoongi, "Let's play truth or drink!" Most everyone cheers, except for a few people here and there who complain about you all being way too old for those games.

Everyone makes a circle around the living room, some sitting on armrests, some on the floor, some on the couches. One by one, everyone takes their turn- left and right, people are spilling their guts to the group, while others take drink. Then, it's Jimin's turn. He's definitely buzzed, but surprisingly, he seems alright- though the redness is ever-present across his nose and cheeks; you'd kill to get your makeup to look that perfect. "Alright Jimin," Namjoon narrows his eyes at him, a mischievous expession spread across his face, "Is there someone to whom you have not confessed your romantic attraction to?" You look over at Jimin; his expression is unreadable, though he doesn't seem caught off guard at all. You've known Jimin for well over a decade, as you met when you were just kids, and you've always had a pretty honest friendship. You assume he tells you everything, but evidently not. "Yes," He answers simply, one brow raising ever so slightly. The group rumbles, teasing him with ooh's and questions of who it could be. "Alright, next person-" Yoongi chimes in, seemingly trying to take the attention off of Jimin, though it's to no avail as Namjoon already has his hand up, motioning for him to stop talking, "Is she in the room with us right now?" The crowd goes silent. Jimin swallows hard, you even see his adam's apple bob. "Yes," He says, eyes locked with Namjoon's. You look around at all the girls in the room, examining each one to see if maybe you can spot her somehow. "Next person!" Namjoon cheers, seemingly satisfied with having put Jimin in the hot seat. The game continues, everyone's energy never wavering, the occasional explosion of cheers and laughter with every person's turn- though you can't put out of your head the exchange between the two drunk men. It's as though...Namjoon already knew the answer before he'd even asked.

It's two AM and the party's been over for about an hour, the last person having left about fifteen minutes ago and the guys all having gone back to their rooms- leaving just you and Jimin to clean up the mess in the living room. Well, Jimin is definitely trying his best to clean, as the drinks seem to finally be hitting him harder than they were earlier. "Remind me again why we throw parties," He huffs, shoving an empty can into a trash bag. "We?" You echo. "Hey, as long as you're willing to go to the store to by the cups and chips, that makes you an accomplice." He plops down onto the couch, leaning back and closing his eyes. "Is that right?" You ask, sitting down next to him. He smiles, eyes still closed. You stare at him for a moment, studying his delicate features; he's always been quite beautiful to look at. "Jimin," You say, gently tapping his chest. "Mm?" He asks, opening one eye to look at you. "What was that about earlier? With Namjoon?" He opens both eyes slowly, clearly deep in thought. It's not Jimin to be s quiet. He sits up slowly, positioning himself so that he's at the edge of the couch, "What about it?" His expression goes from cautious to 'confused' (though you know he knows very well what you're asking). "Why did 'Joon ask that?" "Well, I suppose...he was trying to get me to own up to some stuff." "Own up to...stuff? What stuff?" You ask. He bites his lip and then lets out a chuckle, "Are you serious, Y/N?" "What?" You tilt your head, feeling a bit like a dumbfounded puppy. "Y/n, he was asking about my feelings for you." You don't even know what to say. You're shocked. And also not. He stares back at you, his smile never fading. You can see it in him- a weight off his shoulders. "I'm pretty sure I've been in love with you since we were like 12," He laughs, "And for years I've told everyone except...you." "This is a sick joke," You hiss, incredulous to the idea that he could be telling you the truth. You've been ignoring your own feelings for years, and you thought it would never happen- how is it that now he's all of a sudden giving you a half-drunk confession? "You're drunk." He shakes his head, "I've never felt more sober in my life," He says, his smile softening, "Say it back." You're afraid to let the words escape your mouth, though you want nothing more than to echo it. "Y/n," He gets closer, reaching out to lift your chin up, "Say it back." In that moment, the fear slips away from you and in its place, warm takes over your entire body. He's never touched you like this before and it feels almost electric. "I love you too."

2.) Taehyung

 He's been here at your house since five in the morning and neither one of you has taken a single break. You both move from room to room, desperately scrubbing and sweeping trying to get everything ready for when your family comes to visit. If they saw the absolute squalor that you live in on a regular basis, they'd institutionalize you for sure. School's been rough and your mental health has taken a real beating- but he's been with you through it all. No questions asked...well actually, a lot of questions asked and some answers coaxed out of you with the promise of coffee and/or food. But he's been there nonetheless. A much needed constant in your life. He didn't even hesitate to jump to your aid when you said they'd be coming. You love that about him. In fact, you love a lot of things about him. How sweet and affectionate he is- even with his male friends. He's so expressive and his eyes- they're- "They're here!" He exclaims, quickly jumping up to put the mop and bucket in the closet. You snap back into reality and scramble after him to pick up any stray cleaning items. "Did- did we get everything!?" You say, panicked and disoriented. You need some damn sleep. You can hear the foot steps coming up the stairs and finally, the door bell. "You got this," he says, bringing you in for a quick, full body hug. You don't want him to ever let go. When your family comes to visit, you become...small. Inferior. They pick you apart and strip you to your bare bones- you can hardly stand it. You only put up with it because they're paying your college tuition, but if it weren't for that, you'd have axed them out of your life long ago. Tae keeps you grounded though, which is why you asked him to stay with you for dinner. As per usual, as soon as they walk in, they're looking around to find things to judge. The couch is old, the walls are too bare. You dressed down too much, didn't order enough food- at this point, you've grown accustomed to the seasonal evaluation. Tae just sits next you and squeezes your knee under the table to bring you back. Back to earth. Back to him. You can survive just a few more hours. Around 3PM, it's finally over. Just as swiftly as they arrived, they were back in their car and on their way to the hotel they'd booked. Lord forbid they stay in "that hell hole you call an apartment", as your mother so lovingly puts it. You're leaned up against the fridge as Tae washes dishes next to you. "I will be so glad when I'm out of school," you groan, letting you face fall in your hands. "Just a little longer, Y/n," He says, glancing over at you, "You've come this far and you're most of the way done." "I know, I know- I'm just so sick of them always making me feel bad about myself. It's like no matter what I do, they will never be just satisfied with me. Not what I do, not what I accomplish- but just me..." You turn to stare out the window across the kitchen, though your vision is already getting blurred with fresh tears, "Why am I so unloveable?" You whisper, your voice catching in your throat.

 "Hey, hey, hey-" He hushes you, shaking out his hands to get as many droplets off as possible before closing the distance between you, wrapping you up in his arms once more, though this time, you stay that way for a long while. You're able to fully breathe him in this time. You sob into his chest, relishing the embrace of the only person in this world who can make you feel this safe. Your sobs slowly calm down, and he finally lets you go. "You're not unloveable, Y/n. You're amazing. You're perfect-" He says, wiping your tears with the back of his hand, "You're everything to me. You don't need to be anything to anyone else- you're everything to me." You look up at him, your eyes connecting in a way they never have before. It's now or never. "Taehyung, I love you." "I love you too." He says, no hesitation, no long pause. "No- I- I like...LOVE love you." He nods, "I know what you're saying, Y/n," He leans forward, somehow towering over you even more than usual as he brings one arm to rest against the fridge, boxing you in ever so closely, and when he speaks again, his voice is a low hum, "I love you too."

3.) Jungkook

Get a grip. There's no way. There's no way. THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY.

About a month ago, you were sat at the kitchen table minding your own business, enjoying your daily coffee and toast; Jungkook had gone out for a run as he did every. single. morning. That day, it had been raining off and on for hours and Jungkook had decided to take his chances- of course, chance was not on his side as he'd come back soaking wet. "It's pouring out there, dude," He said breathlessly, slamming the back door behind him, his shoes squeaking against the tiles in the kitchen. "Duh," You said, barely even looking up, "You saw the weather forecast, you were practically begging for it." "Shut up," He says, only vaguely annoyed by your uncaring demeanor. He's used to it though. "Hey, don't get mad at me because you decided to make an-" Suddenly, he reaches down to grab the hem of his very wet t-shirt and swiftly lifts it up and over his head, revealing his entire torse, "-unwise decision." It was like every single muscle group was glistening and even under the shitty overhead lighting, he looked absolutely mouthwatering. MOUTHWATERING?

You immediately averted your eyes, your face feeling very hot all of a sudden. "Could you not strip in the middle of the kitchen, you whore?" "Why, am I leading you into temptation?" He quipped, walking over to the fridge to get a water bottle. "Don't flatter yourself," You feigned coolness but you could feel yourself getting fidgety. You attributed it to the coffee but you knew exactly why you were so affected. Again, that was about a month ago and you've been at war with yourself ever since, trying desperately to shove those thoughts to the way back of your mind...but every now and then, flashes of that day would replay in your mind. What's worse, you even started noticing little things that you hadn't before- the way his hair falls in his face and frames it so delicately, or the way his lips pout when he's thinking...the way he rests his hand on your calf when you watch a movie together, and his thumb rubs up and down ever so slightly. You've always loved Jungkook- he's been your best friend since high school. Of course, you did have a crush on him a long time ago but you thought you were desensitized to all of it over the years, especially after having become roommates- how is it just now resurfacing!? "Y/n," Jungkook walks over and gently tugs on your hair, trying to get your attention and also annoy you a tiny bit, "Let's go to the pool." You swat his hand away, "Right now? It's-" You check your watch, "It's closed. Been closed for over an hour." "So?" He asks, raising a brow at you, "Ever heard of hopping a fence?" "What are we, 15?" "Hey, if you're too chicken, I understand," He sighs, throwing his hands up. How is this working? "Fine." You give in rather quickly, running upstairs to go throw on a bathing suit and some shorts, frantically packing a back with two water bottles and some snacks. "What about your towel?" He asks, leaning against your bedrom door frame. You jump, not expecting him to be there, "Ever heard of knocking?" You ask. "Hey, tu casa es mi casa," He says cooly, "Ready?" "Ready."

You make the short walk to the community pool, the street lights guiding you all the way to the metal gates. "Ready?" He asks, a mischievous grin on his face. You roll your eyes, "You're a child." "What does that make you? My sitter?" You roll your eyes, "Just go." He reaches up to grab hold of the bars and then climbs over, barely breaking any sweat all. "How'd I do?" He asks smugly. "Solid 6/10," You say dryly, "Just open the door." He tries the door but it won't budge. "It won't open-" He says, furrowing his brows, "You're gonna have to climb." "Ugh, I knew it was gonna be some bullshit," You huff, "How do you always rope me into your schemes." "Oh shut up, grandma." He motions for you to toss the bag over, which you do. "Alright, come on." You sigh and do just as he did, grabbing hold of the bars and pulling yourself up- though you're nowhere near as agile as him and almost lose your grip and this fence is a cool 8 feet tall. You end up just kind of sitting on the top of the fence, both legs dangling forward, "Jungkook!" You cry out, afraid you'll fall. "I've got you-" He reaches out, "Let yourself go." "Jungkook, are you sure?" "Yeah, just let go" He reassures, reaching up to squeeze your thigh softly, "I'm right here." You nod, carefully sliding forward a bit. It surprises you how easily he's able to grab hold of your hips by wrapping both arms around them to lower your down the rest of the way himself. When you're finally on your feet again, you expect him to let you go right away, but instead, his hands linger on your waist. "'Kook?" You say softly, looking up at him. "Yeah?" He asks, looking down at you, lids low. You wonder if he can hear you heart pounding. "What are you doing?" "Nothing," He leans forward, "or Something." Your eyes close slowly, the moment you've been waiting for is finally here. He pulls you closer, both arms wrapping all the way around you waist, one of his hands clutching desperately at you back, like he just can't get close enough to you no matter how hard he tries. His mouth finally meets yours, a gentle pressure like you've never felt before, his lips parting slightly to give you entrance while simultaneously asking your for permission. How is this the first time you're doing this?

[adventuretimetournament]

Swimsuit

First appearance: Bonnibel Bubblegum

Description: Her hair is worn down. She is wearing a dark pink one-piece swimsuit with lighter pink polka dots. Her hair has a yellow flower in it.

Varmint Hunter

First appearance: Varmints

Description: Her hair is tied up in a ponytail which hangs just below her shoulders. She has on a green and white baseball cap. She is wearing a white polo shirt and mid-rise jeans with a belt, as well as brown cowboy boots.

Biz Cas

First appearance: Come Along with Me

Description: Her hair is worn down and unbrushed, hanging to her mid-back. She is wearing a pink overcoat with a dark pink belt around the middle over a white button-up shirt. She is wearing purple pants which are rolled up at the bottom, white socks, and pink loafers with low heels.

[queenimmadolla]

I like to imagine that before baby maple got her buzz cut, her hair naturally grew like the women on golden girls. Like she had a 50 year old woman blow out for literally no reason and despite every hairstyle or type the second her hair was down, she looks like a real estate agent. Like the best in the biz. And reader and Eddie buy like baby pantsuits because it’s just so fitting.

Like this sort of thing https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMMYjLVr5/ 🥹😂

your Maple sounds hilarious!

i’ve seen those tiktoks while scrolling my fyp—they’re a RIOT! but it makes sense with the story.

it’s almost complete, polishing the fic off, but the gist of her haircut is Maple doesn’t like having a hot head. she’s got thick hair, it’s heavy, leaves her little scalp all sweaty and she gets a headache. it also grows ridiculously fast. and that tiktok features some seriously thick locks of hair.

maple would want that buzzed off for sure lol.

[nickeverdeen]

Hello! If you're still taking match-up requests, could I possibly get a match-up for characters you think I would realistically be compatible with from Maze Runner, Harry Potter, Spiderman:ATSV, and the Hunger Games?

I have dirty blonde hair (curly/shoulder length) and gunmetal/steel blue eyes. I am 5'5" and plus-sized. I enjoy nature, books, writing, baking, gardening, flowers, storms, rain, long drives, and cartoons. I am introverted (INFJ-T), and usually the mom-therapist friend. I tend to keep to myself, and never really feel like I have true friends, and that there are only certain people I can trust. I also am a bit sensitive and can cry easily when under high stress.

I value honesty (pure and unsugarcoated), respect, mutual understanding, the love for life, boundaries, etc.!

Sorry if this was long! I wanted to make sure that I added the most accurate parts. Thank you for considering this request! 🩶🫂

Your The Maze Runner match is…

Newt

Newt always provides emotional support, understanding your sensitivity and offering a comforting presence

He enjoys taking long walks with you in the Glade (or in nature if you’re out of the maze), appreciating the beauty of nature together

Newt values honesty and never sugarcoats the truth, ensuring you always know where you stand with him

He helps you with gardening, finding it a therapeutic activity that you both enjoy

You both love the rain and often sit together, watching the storms and listening to the sound of raindrops

Newt encourages your writing, always interested in reading what you create

His calm demeanor helps you manage stress, providing a grounding influence in your life

He respects your boundaries and ensures mutual understanding in your relationship

Newt loves helping you bake, even if he’s not the best at it, he enjoys the time spent together

You both enjoy watching cartoons as a way to relax and bond

Newt earns your trust by always being there for you and keeping your secrets

He loves taking you on long drives whenever he takes a car from Jorge, exploring new areas and enjoying each other’s company

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Your Harry Potter match is…

Neville Longbottom

Neville shares your love for gardening and often spends time with you in the greenhouse

He understands your sensitivity and is always there to provide a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on

Neville enjoys exploring nature with you, pointing out different plants and flowers

He values honesty and is always straightforward with you, never hiding his true feelings

Neville respects your boundaries and ensures mutual respect in your relationship

He supports your writing and loves reading your stories, always providing constructive feedback

Neville’s calm nature helps you manage stress and anxiety

He loves your baking and often helps out in the kitchen, even if he’s a bit clumsy

You both enjoy watching the rain together, finding it peaceful and relaxing

Neville enjoys watching cartoons with you, using it as a way to unwind

He earns your trust by being dependable and always keeping his promises

Neville often surprises you with flowers, knowing how much you love them

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Your SATSV match is…

Miles Morales

Miles appreciates your creativity and often collaborates with you on art projects

He’s incredibly supportive of your interests, always encouraging you to pursue your passions

Miles values honesty and is always straightforward with you, ensuring clear communication

He respects your boundaries and makes sure you feel comfortable and valued

You both enjoy watching cartoons together, finding it a great way to relax

Miles loves taking walks with you, exploring different parks and natural spots

He enjoys your baking and often helps out, but actually he’s kidna good at it

Miles shares your love for rain and often sits with you, watching storms roll in

He earns your trust by being reliable and always having your back

His calm demeanor helps you manage stress and anxiety a biz

Miles loves reading your writing and often provides positive feedback and encouragement

He enjoys taking you on long drives, discovering new places together, but does it when he has a license

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Your Hunger Games match is…

Peeta Mellark

Peeta loves baking with you, turning it into a fun and bonding activity

His calm and gentle nature helps you with tons of things

Peeta enjoys taking you on nature walks, exploring the woods and fields around District 12

He values honesty and is always straightforward with you, never hiding the truth

Peeta shares your love for storms and rain, and you often watch them together

He’s incredibly supportive, always there to provide a shoulder to cry on when needed

Peeta enjoys helping you in the garden, finding it a peaceful and rewarding activity

You both enjoy watching cartoons together, using it as a date thing too

You trust Peeta completely, knowing he always has your best interests at heart

Peeta loves taking you on long drives, when he can, exploring new places and enjoying each other’s company

He often surprises you with flowers, knowing how much you love them and how it makes you smile

Peeta respects your boundaries 100%

[emeraldart]

New AU: Combining the Hunter is raised in human realm and Vee is raised in human realm AUs

(Vee looks different because she’s disguised as a random scout)

[ID: It’s a comic with characters from The Owl House. First panel: Boots run over red grass. Text: Hunter: “Cmon, cmon!” Second panel: Owlbert’s wing is visible. A bag with “human treasure” written on it is in the middle. Text: Eda: “Nice haul, Owlbert. Hey! Get away from my door!”

Third panel: A hand holds the door frame. On one side, there’s rain. Text: Hunter: “This way!” Fourth panel: A marigold under the rain. Text: Vee: “Hunter, where are we?” Fifth panel: Vee’s arm is around Hunter. She has brown skin and red hair. Her ears are visible. Hunter is in his Golden Guard uniform without a mask. They both have scratches and tears in their clothing. Text: Hunter: “I think… we’re in the human realm.” Luz: “Mami! I hear something!” End ID.]

Lore dump under cut (there’s a lot)

Maybe about 4 years precanon Hunter is just hanging out and meets Vee and they become best friends (but he definitely doesn’t see her as a little sister because that’d be ridiculous and he’s not at all attached). About 2 years precanon the kiddos are just hanging out when Belos finds them and stuff gets bad. They run but Belos has to keep it low key so the people wont know he’s a bitch. Vees disguise is just based on a scout but due to limited magic she still has spots, ears, etc. They find Eda selling her human trash and Vee thinks it’s a great idea to hide behind this funky looking door with the rain behind it. And then, oh my titan, the rain doesn’t boil. Hunter figures out they’re in the human realm.

Luz (who’s maybe about 12?) finds a pointy eared boy with pink eyes and a shapeshifter so this is the best day of her life. But they’re injured! She calls her Mami who is very confused but she sees hurt kids and is like mine now. So now she’s got these magic children on the run from a mysterious realm. Neat. Through the power of plot armor (idk) they’re officially adopted. They take time to warm up to Camila but they take to Luz instantly.

Luz has 2 magic siblings so she’s even more into fantasy now. So, reality check camp. The principal is meaner because this girl is constantly sneaking her homeschooled siblings into school. So yeah, summer camp. Hunter and Vee are not happy but not really confident enough to tell Camila that. So they wait with their sister for the bus.

Then! An owl comes! Luz starts chasing it and then they start chasing her. Hunter and Vee recognize the isles and possibly Eda. They’re all freaked out but Luz is like, yay! Now we can figure out where you’re from! This is like a side mystery. They do the regular adventures but with noceda sib bickering. Occasionally there’s curiosity in finding Hunter and Vees mysterious parents they’re being vague about and not really being helpful.

In AOAW, Hunter and Vee are being really weird about skipping the field trip but okay, they’re weird all the time. Maybe there’s a mini adventure of them bringing Amity her homework or something. So in YBOS they gotta save Eda. This is a horrible idea but sure why not. Luz’s siblings are being especially mean to Lilith even though she’s trying to be better. Luz doesn’t like her either but like why are they being so mean?

In that part where they find Belos her siblings are so scared but then he grabs them. Luz tries to get them but he takes them to some other room. Oh titan. She does the whole biz but doesn’t find her siblings so she’s very scared.

Meanwhile! Vee is returned to the Conformitorium. Belos doesn’t really have anyone to refill his supplies so he kinda needs her and Hunter. He locks Hunter in his old room and gives him an ultimatum. He does his old duties as GG or else he’ll replace him and Vee. He can’t escape during missions because Vees still at the Conformitorium.

In Separate Tides, Hunter catches up Luz and King on the ship and then Eda robs it. They clarify things, figure things out, etc. So Luz has isn’t entirely reunited with her siblings but she knows where they are. She probably tells Willow, Gus, and Amity, too.

In Hunting Palismen, they free the palismen and defest Kiki so, high on power, they break Vee out. They kinda sorta come home at they same time as Eda and King do with the wood so that’s an interesting conversation. So the next few eps are the same but with siblings and more trauma. Maybe Hunter and Willow also get together in knock knock knockin or maybe not. Maybe during then Vee thinks about a pretty enby they knew in the human realm. There’s also lumity here and there because lumity. Eclipse Lake Belos never gets the key but they only use half the blood and the key is taken Post hollow mind when the EC takes the owl house. Yesterdays Lie has all 3 Nocedas talking to Camila who does know they’re missing in this one. Cue depressing reunion. ASIAS is just silly kids play sports. Maybe there’s a small run in with the EC. In E&E, Luz is extra sus of phil especially with his drawing (of her ‘mano???) but the others stay home to meet del.

Hollow Mind! Night market incident where they just… bump into the traitors. Oops. Still just Luz and Hunter now with less bickering over if Belos is evil because y’know they know. At the end Hunter still runs so Labyrinth Runners can still happen. Vee is there for the whole “you’re a titan, King” deal and comforts him because she gets it. She’s been there.

The siblings reunite in COTH and there’s some minor changes in with Vee in the Belos fight and maybe she goes back to the demon realm with them? (It also makes sense if she isn’t ready). Plot wise it’s the same after Kings Tide but Camilas closer with Hunter and Vee (calling them mijo and mija more, etc.) and sadder because all her kids were missing and there wasn’t really a doppelgänger so she knew they were gone the whole time.

I hope at least some of this made sense :)

[spooky-bunnys]

So I was watching the book of life and I saw a scene where the mariachis were singing “just a friend” to get Maria attention and I had an idea for a request It’s canon that south not only plays the piano but he is number one on who’s the best singer. South did something that upset the the reader to the point of ignoring south. so south decides to apologize using he’s amazing singing and piano skills and late at night the reader hears small rocks being thrown at his window and he opens it and sees south’s gang carrying his piano and some of them are holding a sigh that says ‘I’m sorry’ and south starts playing on the piano and singing for the reader forgiveness (it be funny he he did sing ‘just a friend’ by Biz Markie but it’s all up to you and maybe to add a bit more humor maybe the reader is related to the kawata twins so the twins are yelling from the windows “get of my lawn” or “go away south (name) wants nothing to do with you”)

Okay not gonna lie. I haven't seen that movie in absolute years. So I was confused and did a shit ton of research but I refused to give up! I hope I wrote it correctly Enjoy!

South x Male Reader

Just a friend

It was rare when South and (Name) fight. But when they did it usually ended with (Name) apologizing. Since it was usually South getting jealous. Since (Name) was close to the old Tenjiku members. But this time South crossed a line and (Name) wasn't going to apologize this time. He was sick and tired of always apologizing.

So while the gang members stood around them watching everything go down. (Name) threw his hands up in the air. An unreadable expression on his face. The old Tenjiku members though knew this look. (Name) was done. "You know what South?" That's when South knew he messed up. (Name) never called him that. It was always some pet name.

South looked at (Name) with a raised eyebrow. "What?" (Name) turned around started walking away. "I'm done with not only you but your bullshit. I'm sick and tired of always being the "wrong one" and apologizing. But this time?" (Name) turned and glared at South. Tears in his eyes. "You can go fuck yourself." Everyone's Jaws dropped and they turned and stared at their leader.

Not only was his mouth dropped. But the Haitani brother and Kakucho behind him looked the most shocked. They never saw (Name) react like this. He was always so sweet and caring. Kakucho look at his leader confused. "What happened?" South shook his head glaring at the door where (Name) left a few moments before.

"The hell if I know! All I know is I saw him out with these twins with colorful hair! I should've known his ass wasn't loyal." The Haitani Brothers face-palmed. Was he being serious? Ran broke the silence. "Where the twins hair like a peach kinda tan and a blue kinda grey? Also was their hair fluffy? Like cotton candy?" South quickly turned around point at Ran with a hate filled look.

"Them! I told him I was gonna kill them for making him cheat on me!" Rindou stared at South. He looked at Ran. Ran put his head in his hands and shook his head. Everyone else was silent. They knew exactly who they were talking about. The famous Kawata twins. Smiley and Angry. Rindou thought how to explain while running his hand through his hair. Very annoyed.

Everyone knew how important the Twins were to (Name). They also knew the relationship between the trio. Well apparently everyone but South. "Those are the Kawata Twins....(Name)'s brothers!" South stared at Rindou confused. "(Name)'s brothers?" Rindou turned to his brother and Kakucho. He motioned them to South. He was already done.

"Yeah. They're also extremely important to (Name). Since it's just him and the twins. So since you said you'll kill them...." Ran held a hand out waiting for South to understand what he was saying. It South a while to actually get it. Since he was still angry with how (Name) left. South jumped front his seat and gripped his head. "I TOLD (NAME) I WAS GONNA KILL HIS TWINS AND ONLY FAMILY LEFT!"

The trio face-palmed. Took him long enough. South then began to do something very unlike him. He started panicking. "What am I gonna do?! (Name)'s gonna hate me forever! I lost my soulmate!" The trio groaned loudly. They were used to Izana being like this. But they thought South would be more mature.

"Wait! I have an idea!" South ran off into a room in the back. Everyone stared. They heard a bunch of grunting and crashing before South walked into the room with a huge smirk on his face. "Alright boys! I want you all to change into your best clothing." They all looked at him confused. South growled then yelled at them to "Just Fucking Do It!"

Back with (Name) he was crying on Angry's shoulder. Since he knew how to deal with emotions then their brother. "T-Then he said he was gonna kill you guys! He called me a whore Souya!" Smiley looked like he was ready to commit murder while Angry was just trying to calm (Name) down before he got sick....again.

Angry pulled (Name) away and wipe his tears. Giving him a smile only reserved for his brothers. "I'm gonna go grab your favorite ice cream from the store down the street and Nahoya is gonna make you your favorite Ramen. Okay (Name)?" (Name) nodded cuddling a stuffed (animal) it was a gift from South. He won it on their last date and didn't like it so he gave it to (Name). (Nah he won it for (Name). Boi just didn't want to admit it.)

As the twins left (Name) curled into his "special blanket". It was his favorite that he used when he was feeling especially upset. (Name) doesn't know how long he laid there. But he was enjoying the quiet. Well what was quiet.

*Tink*

*Tink*

(Name) looked confused until he saw a small rock hit his window. He walked towards the window and saw South and his gang. Wearing....tuxedo's? (Name) even more confused opened his window. Getting hit by a small rock. "Ouch! Hey what's the big deal!?" South ignoring the question motioned to his gang members. The Tenjiku members each held a sign that read "I'm Sorry (Name)"

When (Name) looked back at South he noticed a piano? Multiple gang members were holding the heavy instrument. South cleared his throat. He played a few notes and began singing. "You! You got what I need!" He took a deep breath. "But you say I'm just a friend! Yeah you say I'm just a friend! Oh baby you-" South was cut off with a a bowl of Ramen smacking him in the face.

Smiley now not smiling glaring hatefully at the male from the dining room window. "Get lost South! Get off my lawn and take your tacky gang with you!" He slammed the window shut. South brushed him off. Threw the bowl of Ramen on the ground and cleared his throat to continue. Until a quart of ice cream to the face knocked him over.

Angry now looking livid was walking back down the side walk. "Oi! Leave (Name) alone you ass! Take you lame song and stupid gang and get off our property!" Angry stomps into the house holding a plastic bag. South growls standing up and kicks the ice cream container making it explode on not only him but the members that were holding the piano.

South wasn't finished. He cleared his throat looking around making sure nobody was gonna interupt him that time. Until a potted plant breaks beside him. He looks up noticing the cat he had gotten (Name) glaring at him. Oh come on even (Pet Name)?! South growled louder and he heard (Name) call his name. He looked hopeful until he made eye contact with the glaring (Name).

"Not gonna work South." (Name) picked up the cat and slammed the window making eye contact with South as he closed the curtains. South stood there for a few minutes when the door opened and (Name) stepped out. South smirked knowing his music skills would win him over. He opened his mouth to call out to him.

But was once again cut off. "Kaku, Ran, and Rindou do you wanna join us for dinner? Nahoya made my favorite Ramen." The trio looked at each other then at South. They set the signs down and quickly made their way into the Kawata house and Rindou winked at South and shut the door talking to (Name) over his shoulder.

South won't give up that easy! But first....he needs to shower an wash these clothes.