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klausysworld · 2 years

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can you make a fluffy klaus imagine where he takes reader on a shopping trip to designer stores and spoils her and the reader sheepishly tells him that he doesnt have to do so much which makes him spoil her more thx

I enjoy spoiling you

Klaus has been encouraging me to pick out as many different outfits as possible. Since we had been together he was nothing but eager to throw his money at me but I wasn’t exactly used to this kind of spending and the price tags were making me feel sick.

I nervously checked how much the little sundress that had caught my eye was. My lips parted in surprise, i could get the exact same looking dress for £12 in a different shop. I quickly walked away back to Klaus, his arm circling me instantly and pulling me close

“Did you find something you like?” He asked softly with a smile and i shook my head timidly

“I don’t think i need anything else, we’ve already gotten loads” i told him glancing at the man who was carrying our things, apparently it was his job and Klaus would be paying him

“Sweetheart you’ve barely chosen anything, remember you can pick anything you like, formal, casual, you can get some pyjamas too?” His voice was encouraging and i felt silly, like a child. He must’ve noticed my frown as he took my face in his hands

“I want you to be happy and comfortable love, i enjoy spoiling you, i never know what to spend my money on, let me buy you something to make you smile” he kissed my lips gently before pulling away and petting my hair

“Klaus, i like that you want me to be happy but i can be comfy in much cheaper clothes- even if it’s just a but cheaper! But please don’t spend a ridiculous amount on a summer dress” I practically begged and he glanced over my shoulder

“That one over there?” He asked and I followed his eye line and nodded reluctantly. Straight away i was being pulled to where it was, his arm around my waist nearly dragging me as I protested that i didn’t want it. He checked the price and picked it up passing it to the man for the ‘buying’ pile

“Klaus-“

“Hush love let me” he muttered and kissed me again to silence me

“But-“

“You’ll look gorgeous in your new outfits” he whispered

“Can we go home now?” I asked shyly

“Without accessories? Of course not love, Rebekah may scream. Now tell me would you rather be shopping with me or my sister?” I blinked at him for a second. Rebekah would have me trying everything on and buying the entire shop

“You…” I uttered and he nodded

“Exactly, now come we have many other shops in this area, we can drive anywhere you’d like” his eyes were hopeful and i nodded slowly

“Okay but this can’t be a regular thing” he grinned like the cheshire cat and hurried me to the till

“Special occasions- an average Tuesday whatever you like, for today just see what you like and you can have it”

I found myself smiling at him as he brought me to the many jewellery shops, i managed to convince him to try on a range of brightly coloured necklaces- tiaras and such. Eventually we got home and i collapsed on his bed with a groan

“My feet hurt” I muttered and he breathed a laugh as he slid my shoes off for me

“How about we try the new bath salts we bought? Then you can get into your fluffy clothes” he lifted me up as he dug through one of the bags to grab the salts

“We didn’t buy anything, it was all you” I reminded

“My money is your money now my love, that is why you have this-“ he tucked a black card into my hand and i gaped up at him, still held bridal style in his arms

“No-“

“Yes”

“But-“

“But yes”

“What if-“

“Just say yes” he breathed with a toothy grin

“I’ll just say okay and slip it back to you later” i mumbled and he growled in his throat

“I can be very creative in ways i get you to accept this” he whispered to my ear and a shiver ran down my spine

“Is that a threat?” I asked and he hummed

“Don’t worry love, it’s one you will most certainly enjoy”

(Wish he would shower me in money ngl)

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calm-potato · 1 year

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Dress headcannons(bakusquad)

Characters:mina,jirou,denki,sero, kirishima, and bakugou

Content:fluff,a bit spicy(hickeys and kisses)

Summary:Tomboy reader finally decides to wear a dress, and how they respond to it!

Mina

- she would be shocked at first then start to insanely praise you

-"omg y/n!! You look so amazing in the dress!!"

-drags you to clothing stores just so she can have you try on different types of dresses

- definitely loves when you wear dresses that are short but not too short

-wants to have fashion shows with you as you two try on different clothes not just dresses

-wants to dance with you in a dress she picked out for you

-takes tons of pictures of you considering she doesn't know the next time this'll happen

Denki

-surprised as well and thinks it was a dare but once he knows you wanted to wear it for him he's instantly heart eyes and constant praise like mina

-"i can't believe you did this for me,and look so amazing- What? No of course I'm not crying!"continues to hold back tears

-takes pictures and shows you off to his friends

-buys you alot more dresses and jewelry

- loves helping you zip the dress up

- he already loves whatever you wear but will constantly ask you to wear dresses but will stop once he sees he made you mad

-goes buy you anything you want to make up for it

Jirou

-didn't notice at first but shots her eyes back towards you eyeing you up and down before her face heats up

-"y/n? Oh,that looks... amazing on you! I didn't know you wear dresses" tries to contain her blushing face

- since she's not used to wearing dresses either,once she sees you wearing one it encourages her to try as well

- when you catch her she tried to hide it but fails as you complimented her and she basically dies at that as her face heats up

-wants to see you in dresses more often but doesn't want to pressure you so she doesn't ask but when she does and you agree to wear one she's shocked but instantly heats up again

Sero

-instantly loves it since he rarely sees you wearing one though he loves whatever you wear already

-"MI amor,you look breath taking, are you trying to seduce me?"

-loves seeing you twirl in it and takes your hand kissing it calling you "mi princess"

- often kisses the back of your neck when he zips your dress up

-buys you dresses,especially loves when you wear long dresses as you look like a princess to him

- definitely tried to buy you a tiara to match your dress one time and you caught him

Bakugou

-takes a double take as his brows furrow confused on what made you try a dress on

-"Hey y/n,what are you wearing? I don't remember buying you that."

-once you tell him you wore it for him he'll look away calling you an idiot but of course it's only to hide his blush

-if the dress reveals alot of your skin he'll have you wear a little jacket over your shoulders so no one would stare at you,although it didn't help as others kept staring anyways

- since it's hard for him to show how he really feels it was hard to tell if he liked the dress or didn't

-"what are you doing?"

-"I'm gonna take it off"- you

-"don't dumbass!"

-"but I thought you didn't-" -you

-" I...like it alright? So if you dare take that off I swear no more morning kisses or cuddles!"

-so of course you kept it on

-whenever you do wear it he often is more overprotective than usual (glared at anyone who stared at you, holds your hand alot than often,and even is always near you wherever you go)

-loves zipping your dress up and leaves kisses,maybe even some hickeys??

Kirishima

-was surprised to say the least,but most definitely loved it

-"woah y/n! You look so manly and beautiful in that dress!!"

- of course he often finds himself staring extra hard at you in the dress

-loves pampering you with dresses and jewelry

-some of the dresses were a bit... interesting to say the least but you still wore them for him because who wouldn't?

-Whenever you go out on dates he's always expecting you to wear a dress but when you don't he gets disappointed but doesn't let it show or bother him

- of course you noticed and when you got home decided to surprise him with a candle lit dance in the dress he wanted you to wear

-is awestruck whenever you wear one,of course he's always awestruck when it comes to you,but even more awestruck when you wear it

- it gets so bad that when you argue you always threaten to throw the dresses away and he instantly tries to make it up to you

- loves helping you zip the dress up as he loves kissing your neck and hugging you from the back

- loves seeing the little twirls

- loves seeing you in any type of dress,long or short,or even frilly he just loves it,especially if it makes you happy

Thank you for all of the likes!! I might also make a dekusquad version or something else idk yet!!^^

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hey-dont-touch-that · 2 years

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I hope Diego and Lila have a girl. And by that I mean I want their daughter to grow up obsessed with the color pink, flowers, tutus, unicorns everything considered girlie.

I want this little girl to have him wrapped around her little finger.( although let’s be honest the second he held her, she had him there.)

The girl figures out from an early age that he is wrapped around her pinky and she uses that to her advantage. That’s how she gets him to have tea parties, pink fingers and toes, become her makeup practice model and anything else she can think off. (Look at her parents, she’s evil.)

The first time Stan laughs at him, she goes over and kicks his shin, Diego is impressed. And that’s how Stan becomes an unwilling(willing) participation.

God help the boys when a new princess movie comes out. Diego’s masculinity isn’t fragile. He looks damn good in a ballgown. And don’t leave out uncle Klaus, who doesn’t mean to outshine his brother, it just happens.

Diego remembers the groceries he promised to buy during a tea party? You best believe this man is going to the store in a tiara, flower crown, whatever with brightly colored nails and his little girl all in pink and the unicorn headband she just had to have. He knows he’s getting looks but doesn’t give two shits about your opinions.

When the all the siblings get together, all the boys get new hair, makeup and wardrobes. Uncle Klaus loves every minute of it, Luther calls it practice for when he and Sloane have little ones, Five gives her tips and Victor is happy to be there.

Don’t mistake her for being weak or fragile. She has two badass parents, a brother and she will kick your ass. Lila teaches her to fight in heals and dresses, Diego custom makes her pink knifes and buys her pink pepper spray, Stan teaches her to shit talk. She’ll kick your ass, insult you in Spanish, all the while never ruining her look.

In conclusion Diego is and always been a D.I.L.F and is the perfect girl dad. Just don’t fuck with his little girl. And don’t get me started on Mama Bear, Lila.

#umbrella academy #diego hargreeves #lila pitts #diego x lila #stan hargreeves #yes i am pushing my diego & lila as stan’s parents agenda #umbrella academy fanfic #umbrella academy netflix #umbrella academy headcanons #long post #might add more later #from my drafts

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snezfics-n-shit · 1 year

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Sicktember (Belated) Day 21: "But if you stay, you'll get sick too"

Fandom: Ace Attorney Characters: Miles Edgeworth, Phoenix Wright, Trucy Wright, Pess Notes: A little late, and day 22 is still in the works, but I like to stick to my word so here's Day 21 at last. It’s been about a year since Phoenix and his daughter moved into Miles’s home; said year being filled with all sorts of changes and adjustments to everyone’s lifestyle. Today is the day it truly dawns on Miles just how much things have changed. Also, Pess gets to be a pretty pretty princess, even though she’s always been one. Set early in 7yg, so enjoy the mental image of scruffy Nick because awooga. Established Wrightworth. If you like the things I write, I always appreciate reblogs and comments; they really make my day!

Miles Edgeworth was unpresentable. Dark bags made their home under his eyes and his nose ran like it was trying out for the track team. It was obvious to anyone who might have the opportunity to catch a glimpse of him that he was in no shape to be anywhere that wasn’t a warm bed. Had it been over a year ago, he wouldn’t dare let a human soul see him in this state, save for Franziska, but even her visits when he was ill were typically against his wishes. If Miles had his way, he would gladly lock down his house and only have his dog keeping him company until he fully recovered.

Now? Having his boyfriend and said boyfriend’s newly adopted daughter made hiding away from human view not just impossible, but not nearly as desirable either. As Phoenix would leave a fresh, damp cloth on his forehead or return from the store with a restock of cold medicine, Miles couldn’t help but be grateful to have a man so attentive cohabitating with him.

“How are you feeling, babe?” Phoenix asked, just as he had asked the day before when Miles had finally conceded he was feeling unwell. “It sure sounded like you slept well last night; I heard a lot more snoring than coughing.”

“Better than the night before, yes.” Miles confirmed, his voice rough in a way that Phoenix always considered to be incredibly attractive. “It probably helped that I could breathe through my nose when I went to bed, too.”

“I’m sure of that.” Phoenix smiled. “I hope you don’t mind, but I applied some more vapor rub just before you woke up.”

That explained the strong, yet soothing scent of menthol Miles awoke to.

“I don’t mind at all, love.” Miles gently grabbed Phoenix’s nearest hand to give his knuckles a kiss.

He loved this man so much. Even at such a low point of his life, Phoenix was so attentive, so kind, so–

“Daddy!” Trucy called out just before opening the master bedroom door. Luckily, there was nothing going on to truly warrant a lecture on knocking first.

Miles then realized another thing Phoenix was: responsible for a young daughter.

“Sweetheart,” Miles tugged his boyfriend’s sleeve to get his attention, “perhaps you and Trucy should pay a visit to your parents.”

Phoenix pulled himself back, unsure where that suggestion came from.

“We’re gonna visit grandma and grandpa?” Trucy tilted her head. “Does that mean I have to undress Pess?”

Undress?

As if on cue, the friendly Samoyed entered the room, donning a pink, sparkly tiara on her head between her ears and an oversized chunky plastic necklace that dangled around, showing it was thankfully not tight at all.

A laugh slowly built up in Miles before its full release. He couldn’t recall laughing so hard in years, and it was rather unfortunate that this wasn’t able to last long with that pesky cough interrupting such a joyful moment. Whatever medicine laughter was supposed to be, it definitely wasn’t a cough suppressant.

“Ah, you probably could use some peace and quiet, huh?” Phoenix guessed. “No disturbances like, well,” he gestured to the dressed-up pup, “like that.”

“No, it’s not that at all.” Miles took another moment to really take in the presence of the newly crowned princess Pess. “It’s just that if you stay, you’ll get sick too.”

“When did that become a problem?”

“When it finally dawned on me that you have a daughter to care for.” Miles answered calmly. “We can’t afford to both be out of commission anymore.”

“I suppose you’re right about that.” Phoenix sighed and gave Miles a quick kiss on the forehead before getting up from the bed. “You know you can call me anytime if you need anything. You have both my cell number and my parents’ home number, right?” He waited for Miles to nod, then turned his attention over to Trucy. “Alright, Trucy. It’s time to wrap up playing dress-up with Pess and get ready to go to grandma and grandpa’s.”

“Okay!” Trucy gently freed Pess from the sparkly accessories, though Pess’s easygoing nature made the use of the word ‘freed’ debatable. She pivoted on one foot to happily wave goodbye to Miles. “Feel better soon, Papa!”

Papa.

#snez attorney #my writing #my fics #sicktember 2023 #sicktember

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eatmy-customjorts · 2 years

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sorry not sorry I follow your blog like a hawk so here's some hcs!

Mitsuba has to consciously make a reflection for himself otherwise he doesn't have one

cooking is Kou's love language, he got this from his mother because after she died and he made a Minamoto special Teru got really quiet and emotional

Natsuhiko and Mitsuba dye their hair! Natsuhiko kept his bottom hair his original color so his original hair color was dark brown and Mitsuba's hair color used to be a more rosey light brown

Aoi has always wanted to join theatre but never had the guts to audition, she occasionally says lines from movies she's watched alone

Teru hums to himself when alone because his mother used to to sooth him

Akane pierced his ears with Yamabuki

Natsuhiko is a soda addict, no really he can't live without it!

Aoi likes to watch people sleep, she thinks they look pretty and it's easier for her when they don't consciously know she's looking at them, Akane knows of this habit

Akane loves how people look when they cry, he thinks their eyelashes are pretty and loves how their eyes gleam

Akane has two dad's no cap

Teru bites his nails when stressed but gets self conscious of them

Kou and Mitsuba like to listen to music together because Mitsuba hasn't heard music much

Mitsuba's hair is curly

Aoi has mild face blindness, especially when her father smiles towards her

Nene always checks her horoscope! never know what love has in store for her today

that's all for now! I have many more though😳

im going to EXPLODE these are amazing i love them

-i LOVE the third one im picturing them in the broadcast room just sitting there with dye in their hair doing whatever

-THEATRE KID AOI YES new favorite headcanon,,, coming from a huge theatre kid she definitely would be

-that teru one has got me crying over here oh my god he really would he probably does it all the time and started doing it for tiara too to soothe her when shes sad or upset even though she wouldn't remember her mom doing that anyways... sobs

-literally on the verge of drawing the akane and lemon piercing one when im done with my homework holy shit i love

-TERU BITING HIS NAILS that fits so well actually like hes seen as perfect by people around him but he always bites his nails and its like his little thing (me core)

-so true with the music one mitsuba would have one of kou's airpods (if he uses airpods) on one ear and across the class kou would be listening with the other

these are all so fitting i am absolutely obsessed with them!!!! they all fit so perfectly its amazing

#asks #headcanons #tbhk #this submission is my new favorite thing ever

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des2dream · 1 month

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The Night of Your Life🎇(Alien Reader)

Part 2: The Plan👍

Welcome to Astral Plane City! You finally arrive to one of the best places in the galaxy! You look out the window of the ride you're travelling in and you're in complete awe of the glory in front of you. This city is home to some of the biggest celebrities. Models, music artists, and even actors. Actors like Amalthea and Oberon Celestial and their party-throwing daughter, Miranda. You look down at the invitation you were given a week ago. Ah, yes! The invitation! You've been invited to Miranda's yearly Don't-Stop-Til-You-Drop Intergalactic Boogie-Down where only the best of the best (in Miranda's eyes) get to spend one careless night partying down until they can't no more. You'd be excited out of your pants right now if you weren't stressing out over what to give as a requirement for the event. A tiny bottle of Star Dust Fragrance unfortunately isn't gonna cut it. At least, that's what Atlas told you. You look at the seat across from you and see the young handsome man that is Atlas. Beautiful eyes, soft white hair, a warm smile, and all that! He's willing to help you get a better gift.

Beads of sweat start to form atop your forehead as you clench the invitation in your hand. You know how expensive everything is in this city. You can barely afford staying a night in a hotel here! You inform Atlas that there is a likely chance whatever gift you'll find here will not be enough coming from your wallet. He reassures you that he'll be the one paying for everything. Thank goodness!

"I don't get why having a "big special gift" is Miranda's needs. She's already got plenty of stuff." said your friend, Calypso.

You've been friends with Calypso since your second semester on campus. You met during an acting class and pretty soon you two were connected at the hip. She's always there for you and she always wants to have a good time. Luckily for her, tonight is the perfect time for that! For the party, she decided to wear a thin rainbow-colored top and bottom skirt, neon shoes, and white shades. Her outfit thankfully didn't clash with her sparkly dark skin and curly hair. She points at Atlas and asks,

"You sure you know exactly what she'd like? You better not be pulling this out of your a-"

"We've seen each other plenty of times! I've got you covered. How else am I gonna thank you for giving me a lift?" Atlas interrupted but offered an innocent smile.

"The sooner we pick up a present, the sooner we can get this over with! I've actually been looking forward to tonight." said the person sitting next to Calypso.

This is Lynx! You befriended her in one of the quiet spaces on campus while you were studying constellations and she came off as shy at first. A week later, you learn that Lynx loves fashion and she's been participating in making all the costumes for the acting and theater classes. She actually made her own outfit for the party.

She had placed a small gold tiara atop her short brown hair and stitched up a white buttoned-up shirt and a black ribbon with black shorts. She decided to add some flare to it by sewing a black and purple striped haori with fun decorative prints. It was an interesting choice, but you choose not to judge her. You tell her you hope the task at hand wouldn't take too long since the party will be starting soon. Calypso agrees with you. You look at Atlas and he points at a clothing store nearby.

"There! Stop there!" he yells.

"This is the perfect place!"

You, your friends, and Atlas venture into the store and gaze at all the beautiful outfits made with so much high quality material. While you are confident with the outfit you chose tonight, you can't help but feel a little upset that you couldn't afford any of these clothes to wear instead. Calypso held out her phone and took as many pictures as she could while Lynx decided to speed walk next to Atlas.

"So what's the plan?" she asked him.

"You're gonna suggest we give Miranda a pretty outfit?"

Atlas didn't answer her. He scanned the area left and right until he saw something that made his eyes light up. There was a small crowd of people gathering around a sparkling cape on display ready to pull their wallets out. Atlas turns to you and asks if you could stand by the checkout counter. You're confused about this since you haven't gotten anything yet, but Atlas says that it'll come together soon. Lynx agrees to stay with you while Calypso accompanies Atlas. While you wait, you hold up the invitation and can't help but feel anxious. Why are you feeling anxious? Atlas is helping you! Your friends are with you! You've just been invited to quite possibly the biggest party of the year! Is that why you're anxious? Is it because you were invited?

You didn't feel the need to question it before, but you think back to the time you spent with Miranda on campus. You never started a friendship. There was no bond. There was no exchanging of numbers. It was mostly small talk and work-focused conversations. You had no connections with anyone in the film industry either. Why did Miranda invite you? Well, you do have a right to ask her once you see her. Lynx tapped your shoulder to get your attention.

"This is so exciting! I wonder how many people are gonna be there! Will it be a small party or a large one?! Oh, who am I kidding?! Miranda has to know at least over two hundred people! Maybe more! Did you know that the people who were invited last year carried around gift bags with literal DIAMONDS in them?! They said that Miranda's last party was on Neptune and raining diamonds fell from the sky! Can you believe that?! Well....I guess so, but it's still AMAZING! I remember feeling so jealous because I've always wanted to go to Neptune. I always wanted to know what Miranda's parties were like. LOOK AT US NOW!!! We have to take as many pictures as we can!"

She pulled out her phone and pulled you in close for a picture. You offer a small smile while that lingering question still rattles in your brain.

Why did Miranda invite you?

You take this moment to tell Lynx that you're glad to be able to go with her and Calypso. You weren't so sure that you could be able to go on your own. Lynx pulls you in for a hug.

"Me too! I can't wait!" she squealed.

You quickly pull out of hug once you're shocked by the sudden loud screams in the distant!

"YOU BASTARD!!!"

"THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MINE!!!"

"THAT WAS THE LAST ONE IN STOCK!!!"

"I'LL GIVE YOU THREE HUNDRED FOR THAT CAPE!!!"

"I'LL GIVE YOU THREE THOUSAND!!!"

"IT'S MINE!!!"

"YOURS?!!! I NEED IT!!!"

You look in horror to see Atlas and Calypso being chased by a crowd of shoppers. Atlas held up the same sparkly cape everyone was cornering earlier. It was absolutely beautiful! Every inch of it sparkled so brightly that you could go blind if you looked at it too long. How long did it take to craft such a masterpiece?!

"HEY!!!" Atlas yelled to you.

"TAKE THIS!!!"

He throws the cape in your direction and without hesitation, you catch the beautiful piece of clothing and hang onto it for dear life! You place it down on the counter for it to be paid for and Atlas throws his wallet to Lynx.

"USE MY CARD!!! HURRY!!!"

Lynx shakes in terror, but she quickly gets the job done. Once the cape is paid for, you run to the exit as fast as you possibly can.

Everyone is exhausted once you all sit in the vehicle taking you to your next destination. Calypso looks out the window while putting a hand over her scratched arm the crowd gave her. Lynx put a hand over her chest while still taking deep breaths. Even you are a bit shaken up. Atlas carried the shopping bag like a newborn baby and looks at everyone with an apologetic expression on his face.

"Thank you for helping me with this and I'm sorry it resulted in all of that. I'll be sure to make it up to you," he said.

"But, we're not done. We still have more stuff to pick up."

"WHAT?!!!" you, Calypso, and Lynx shout altogether.

"We almost got torn apart for that cape! Was that not enough for you?!" Calypso angrily pointed out as she got out of her seat.

"The party is gonna start soon! We can't keep driving around the city when we should be heading towards the vacation home! We can't be late!" Lynx cried.

"We can be fashionably late because I have a plan," Atlas replied.

"I need all of you cooperate with me on this one. I know what happened earlier turned out bad, but I need your help if you're gonna want to blow Miranda's mind."

"I don't want to blow her mind! I wanted to party hard! I didn't ask to get roped into some stranger's shopping spree to end up nearly losing an arm! I'm done!" Calypso huffed.

You and Lynx are shocked by this! What did she mean by that?! Is she going home?! Atlas sighed.

"You can leave if you want to. But, I still have a plan. We need to go to three more places. A cake store, a jewelry store, and finally somewhere for us to gift-wrap all of this. I know exactly who can give us what we need. Once we get that done, we're going to make sure our gift is the last one Miranda opens so it'll be more memorable."

He then looked directly at you.

"I'll tell her that you were the one who planned all of this and she'll be so happy that she'll want to invite you to every single yearly party! I feel like that will make up for what happened."

Your completely taken aback. The idea of being invited EVERY year?!!! YESSS!!!! Everyone on campus will be jealous! You'll be known even outside of campus! Maybe you could even swindle your way to inviting Calypso and Lynx to every party too! It's perfect! You nod uncontrollably as your eyes lit up and a smile is carved all over your face. Calypso sits back down next to Lynx.

"I mean....when you put it like that......you better know what you're doing." she scoffed.

"Don't worry," Atlas reassured her.

"I've got it all figured out."

You all drive off into the city hoping to make sure that the night goes swimmingly. You still feel a little uneasy, but you know that things will work out eventually. You take a deep breath as you look out the window and admire the view of the city.

#creative writing #writing #syfy #slice of life #storytelling #2nd person pov

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sevenf1ng3rs · 2 months

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His Burden: Chapter 22

Chapter 22: Let's get fucked up

Months Later - The Day Before the Wedding

"You are not ready for what we have planned for you tonight," Maddie smiles at you, the type of smile that shows that you definitely are not ready for whatever Maddie has in store.

Oh god, I didn't think I'd be so nervous for my bachelorette party. I have no idea what Maddie's going to do; I know she can be kind of crazy sometimes... actually, more like all the time. Thank god I have Tiffany and Jade here with me and my college friends Mia, Becca, Emma, and Ashley. Hopefully, they will save me if things get too wild.

"Tonight's going to be fucking crazy," Becca says with a mischievous look in her eye.

"For real," Ashley chimes in.

"We're going fucking clubbing!" Maddie says with the same crazed look in her eye.

Jesus...

You and your friends make your way down from your and Namjoon's shared apartment wearing skimpy dresses, short skirts, and high heels. You're wearing a tight white dress with a sweetheart neckline, black heels and the necklace and ring Namjoon gave you, your friends all wearing dresses in various shades of pink. Once you step outside there's a party bus waiting for you filled with alcohol. There's a strip pole and crazy loudspeakers playing some party music.

"Woo woo," Mia yells, dancing onto the bus; everyone follows, already acting fucked up.

On the bus Maddie presents you with a plastic tiara and a sash that says "Bachelorette" in pink sparkly letters.

"I love it. Thank you, Maddie," you say, hugging her.

"Alright now let's get fucked up," Emma yells, walking over to the pole immediately.

"I second that," says Jade, standing up to join her.

As Emma and Jade work the pole expertly, Tiffany starts pouring pink sparkly gray goose shots for everyone, Mia's concoction. She used to make drinks for everyone back in college, and you shudder when you remember how strong they were. The music rages on and you and your friends start to get pretty tipsy, dancing around the bus.

"First stop, the club!!"

The bus grinds to a halt and you and your friends get off, stumbling towards the VIP line.

"Why hello Maddie," says the muscular bouncer in the front of the line.

"Hello, Ethan," Maddie says, rolling her eyes.

"What, are you still mad at me or something?" Ethan says messing around, pressing closer to her.

"Shut up and let us in," Maddie says flirting with Ethan, teasingly pushing his shoulder and showcasing her best smile.

"Alright, you ladies have a good night, and hey- congratulations," Ethan says winking at you.

"Thanks!" you say drunkenly, waltzing into the club.

Everyone coming together and celebrating you makes you feel happy, but a sad feeling lingers within your chest. It feels like you won't be able to see these people for a while. After tomorrow, everyone will go back to their normal lives.

It's fine, I'm just going to cherish this moment while it lasts.

In the club you dance for hours, drinking and socializing. You even get on the bar to dance with Becca and Ashley. Guys approach you and your friends but Tiffany and Jade hold them off. Emma manages the constant stream of alcohol into our systems and Mia cheers everyone on. It's the most fun you've had in a while, that doesn't involve fucking Namjoon. However, eventually, the night begins to wind down.

"Time for everyone to go home, especially you, you've got a big day tomorrow," says Maddie, slurring her words.

The party bus takes everyone back home and you stay with Maddie at hers.

I wonder what Namjoon did tonight. I know he was with Jin, Taehyung, Jimin, Hoseok, Yoongi, Jungkook, and Zach. They probably just drank beers and hung out at a bar the whole night.

The Same Day - Namjoon's POV

"Please don't take me anywhere crazy," Namjoon says blankly.

"Bruh, of course not," Jin says.

"We're just gonna go to the bar," Jimin adds.

"Is that good with you?" Hoseok asks.

"Perfect," Namjoon says, as he sighs in relief.

He didn't want the big, wild bachelor party that everyone seemed to want. If he sees one stripper he's seriously going to throw up. He only wanted a few hours with his boys, more like a standard hangout before the big day tomorrow.

"I'm gonna miss hanging out with you," Taehyung says once they are all settled at the bar.

"What do you mean, I'm not moving away?" Namjoon says, sipping on his whiskey.

"I know, but married life changes a person," Yoongi adds, bowing his head in respect.

"Yeah, you're not gonna wanna hang out with us that much once you reach the honeymoon stage," Jungkook pouts.

"Yeah, you'll be fucking all the tim-" Jimin starts.

"Hey, that's my sister you're talking about," Zach, cuts in, sipping on his beer and trying to forget the image that was just put in his head.

"So Zach, anyone you like?" Namjoon asks, trying to bond with his soon-to-be brother-in-law.

"Yeah, there's this one person," Zach starts.

"What's her name," Taehyung asks.

"HIS name," Zach corrects, taking another sip of his beer.

"Aye, I didn't know you liked guys," Jin says, dapping Zach up.

"Yeah, I like you, Zach, and I know you're having fun, so stop pretending you're not," says Hoseok.

"Alright yeah, you guys are chill. I don't mind that you're marrying my sister Namjoon, you seem like a good guy," Zach says, suppressing a smile.

"Thanks, Zach," Namjoon says, gleeing on the inside.

"Hey that's what I wanted to hear, now let's get a round of shots," says Jin.

The rest of the night was pretty chill, and at the end of the night, Namjoon went to sleep at Jimin's. His thoughts keep him up as he tosses and turns in bed.

Everything has to be perfect.

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authoraudreyg · 1 year

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Snow White: The Cursed Years (Chapter 2)

In the years that followed, Snow White had changed. No one could say when the change happened for certain. The family portraits were the best indication of Snow’s shift in personality. The formerly happy child was morphed into an unhappy and moody teenager. Nothing could rouse her from her ennui. How could she ever be happy when she knew what laid in store for her? Still, as she rose from her bed that morning, it wasn’t every day that one turned fourteen. As soon as she left her room, she was greeted with a cacophony of noise and happy turns of her family.

“Happy birthday darling!” Her mother kissed her forehead.

“There’s my birthday girl!” Her father roared with laughter as he hoisted her up onto his shoulder. “Are you ready for your big day?”

“I guess I am,” she replied unsurely. Birthdays were a complicated affair for her. Each year brought her closer to an eternal rest.

“Atta girl!”

“We know you’ve been feeling low, my darling,” her mother cooed as Snow was escorted down the lengthy hallway and into the throne room. “Adolescence for our family has always been complicated. Why, when I was your age, I dreaded every birthday I had!”

“You did?” Snow softly gasped as she was placed back on her own two feet. Inside the throne room, it was decked out in style for a young princess. In the very middle of the room, there was a large present.

“Oh, yes. I was terrified, but you know what I realized?”

“What?”

“That I was going to get my happily ever after! And soon,” her mother gave her a present as did her father. In her mother’s present, there was a stunning tiara. Made of gold and diamonds galore, it was a tiara fit for a young princess. In her father’s present, there was a golden scepter, worthy of a soon to be ruler of the realm. “You too will be living happily ever after, my dear. Go ahead, open your next present.’

A million thoughts raced through Snow’s mind. A tiara and a scepter…would the next present be her own throne? She was going to be a queen one day. She hadn’t anything that could compare to her thrones. Snow tore the wrapping paper away with gusto. She was so excited until she saw what awaited her.

A beautiful glass coffin that shined like the sun with flowers lining the lid and weeping angels at the front and back. Snow’s breath quickened. All she could think of was her Aunt Lily and how now she would share in her fate. Her grip on the scepter tightened. Her fear rose exponentially.

“Surprise!” Her parents cheered.

“We had it custom made for you, darling!” Her mother cooed.

“It’ll fit you now. It’s very comfortable. You’ll have the best sleep of your life in that thing. What do you say? Want to test it out now?”

“NO!” Snow screamed. “I don’t want to! I never want to see this stupid ugly thing EVER again!” With all the force she could muster, Snow smashed the coffin with her scepter. No one would have been able to stop her. She was like a wild beast as she destroyed her soon to be resting place. Snow didn’t stop when the glass cut her fingers or struck her face. It felt good to feel pain rather than fear all the time. When the coffin was thoroughly smashed, Snow ran away to her room, throwing the scepter and tiara away.

All further party plans were put on a permanent hold. Her parents attempted to rouse Snow from her barricaded bedroom, but no one could get her to unlock the door. Her parents were thoroughly puzzled at their daughter’s behavior.

“Whatever could have gotten into her?” Her mother fretted later that night. “She acted like we had gifted her a severed head!”

“Snow has always been a sensitive child,” her father reasoned. “Perhaps, a simpler coffin would have been better? I did tell you that the gold one was a little too ostentatious for her.”

“As if my child would rest in anything but a gold and glass coffin. It’s practically tradition at this point to have a glorious coffin. I don’t want people to think that our daughter is some sort of peasant! She’s a princess for goodness sake. Our family line goes back generations!”

“Yes, yes, I know, but this is Snow that we’re talking about. She’s never been one for grandeur. She’s always preferred the simple things in life.”

Queen White scoffed. “Peasants prefer the simple things. Fresh bread and a little entertainment and they’re satisfied. That can’t be the lot for our daughter. People need to see her as the regal princess she is, not a commoner. Princesses get happy endings, peasants do not. Oh, where did we go wrong?”

“We didn’t do anything wrong. Snow is going through adolescence. She’s becoming a young woman.”

“Yes, and at the rate she’s smashing coffins, she will be a young woman who no one will ever kiss her. Her behavior is completely unroyal! What are we going to do with her!? She’s fourteen! The curse is officially in play!”

“I know, I know,” he attempted to soothe. “We’ll think of something. Don’t you worry

#writing #writrblr #original writing #coming of age #ya #snow white

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satoshi-mochida · 1 year

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Some thoughts and details on my last Gamefly rental, Super Mario Odyssey.

During another rescue of Princess Peach from Bowser, this time to try and marry her, Mario is knocked off his airship, landing in the Cap Kingdom. There, he meets Cappy, a hat-spirit whose sister Tiara was also kidnapped by Bowser. Taking the form of Mario’s hat, which got shredded on the way down, he and Mario set out to save Peach and Tiara.

Soon into the adventure, they find and repair a hat-shaped airship called the Odyssey, which needs Power Moons to fuel it, so the two also need to hunt those down across the world in several Kingdoms to chase after Bowser.

The many Kingdoms they visit are all pretty large and explorable, and look very well designed and nice to look at/around in, as well as being based on real world locations/cultures, such as the Sand Kingdom characters taking influence from Day of the Dead celebrations.

Cappy’s unique ability for Mario is to Capture certain enemies and NPCs to allow him use their abilities, which are different for each, such as frogs having very high jumping ability or another being able to move through lava. Each target that you can use Capture on plays in their own different way from Mario. You can also grab far away items/Coins with Capture, as well. To stop using Capture, hit ZL/ZR, and you'll pop out, leaving whatever you Captured nearby and stunned.

If you’ve played other 3D Mario games, you can probably use muscle memory to figure out the controls, since they’re more or less mapped in a similar way, with Capture being what's used when you press Y instead of punching/kicking like in, say, Super Mario 64, and it does give you action tutorials often.

Though there’s no fall damage in this game, Mario will get stunned from bracing the impact for a few seconds if the fall is high enough.

The Power Moons are listed in a menu you can look at when selecting which Kingdom to go to with Y. Like Power Stars, Shine Sprites, etc. before them, there’s many ways to get them, from puzzles, to buying some from stores, and some just right out in the open. You won’t be able to attempt to get them all at once, though, as parts where some are located will be blocked off until you finish the main story of the Kingdom you’re in.

As there’s no ‘Hub World’, getting a Power Moon won’t make you have to restart any progress in the Kingdoms like earlier games would do for most of their similar collectables. Also, there’s no ‘Collect Red Coins’ equivalent type of Power Moon collection.

There are many outfits you can buy around the world, some being required to get to Power Moons, more being unlocked after clearing the game, and as you get much more Power Moons. Amusingly, you can mix and match hats and clothes for some potentially ridiculous looks.

For the game’s shops, there’s two versions, one for normal coins and another for a currency specific to each Kingdom, of which there is exactly the amount to buy everything they can be used on, and no more/less. The latter will get you costumes unique to that Kingdom, as well as stickers/souvenirs for the Odyssey.

After clearing a Kingdom, there’ll be a Toad by the Odyssey that you can pay 50 coins to have a Power Moon you haven’t found yet marked on your map. You’ll still need to figure out how to get it on your own, though. A bird named Talkatoo also tells you the name for each Power Moon you don’t have yet at random as a hint.

Finishing the game lets you interact with the large grey blocks around the stages. Destroying them causes more Power Moons to appear in the Kingdom you’re in, and are automatically marked on the map. Two new Kingdoms will also be unlocked after clearing the game and getting at least 500 Power Moons.

Some Power Moons will be in areas on the map that are way too far to get to normally, and you need to find a painting in another Kingdom that warps you there. There’s a few of these all around the game.

There’s also Fast Travel, done by hitting the flags around the maps that are usually for Checkpoints in other Mario games. Pressing the - Button brings up the map, which as a neat extra looks like a tourism pamphlet, and selecting ones you’ve found already.

I’m not sure if it’s directly mentioned in-game, but you can form a stack of Goombas by using Capture on one and then jumping on another, and you can make very high stacks if enough Goombas are around. This is how to activate the Goomba buttons that have numbers on for how high the stack can be, as well as reaching certain higher places.

Metro Kingdom/New Donk City is probably my favorite looking of the Kingdoms.

I noticed new copies of this game are still usually at or around $60 in stores, despite it coming out back in 2017. With how much there is to do in the game, it’s probably worth that much, but it should also probably be cheaper ~6 years later.

While I didn’t 100% the game(some Power Moons were too much of a pain, and didn’t fell like hunting down all 880 of them), I really enjoyed this, and clearly picked a good time to play it, as I just saw The Super Mario Bros. Movie after going through it, letting me pick up even more easter eggs from this game in it.

Next game being sent is: Kena: Bridge of Spirits.

#Super Mario Odyssey #Thoughts on my rentals

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m4nd0l0r · 2 years

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Tea Time with Princess K!

Description: You guess, when you marry a cluster of chaotic men, you definitely didn’t expect to see a floating crown in your daughter’s room.

Ships: Steven Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader, Jake Lockley x Reader

Category: Crack. Literal Crack.

Word Count: 1.4k

Author’s note: the idea for this fic came from @just-call-me-non !! sorry if it took a while i was procrastinating in most of my pending wips so uh 😭 i hope you like it!!

Cooped up on the plastic chair like some sort of squished knick-knack, he smolders.

“Want some tea, fellow princess?” She giggled out. The only reply she got from him was her table wriggling and her having to catch her prized teapot as the props shook from his silent anger. “That’s not nice Princess K! Royalty don’t sulk!!”

Princess K? This was literal treason. This was definitely part of the many reasons he wishes this child could not see him at all.

“It is not Princess K, child. It is Khonshu.”

“Kown-shoe.”

This child was already a lost cause. He was sure of it, he was also sure of is that he was already tired of this game.

He was the god of the night sky, bringer of vengeance and real justice. He should not be idling down with the idiots’ child and entertain whatever ploy this girl wants.

“Little one.” He seethed, “I am no princess who drinks non-existent tea-“ His beak points to the empty teacup. “I bring out vengeance to evil-doers- not entertainment for bored children, and if you tell me one more to—“

But he was cut off by her once more, “Vengy-wengy, whatever that means! Today you’re with me! You even gotta wear my exclusive tiara Papa got me! It’s pretty too!!”

“Then take it child, I am not interested in childish matters.”

“But you can’t just walk away!”

“I can. I am a god.”

“Pssh—! You are a princess!” She urged, “And I even invited you to have this special tea the kind fairies got us!”

“Again, child. The cup is empty.”

Ignoring him again, he hears her say. “Oh I forgot to have you wear these!” Her hands rummage through her chest of lovely things. He was already dreading it, that was where she stored this god forsaken crown that is very much unfit for royalty. Where were the jewels? Was this how humans have gotten with their lineages and dynasties? Khonshu thought. Humans, as much as he cared for their existence, he seemingly cannot understand them.

Like how he could not understand this little girl.

“Foooouuuund it!” She yells out, and Khonshu groans with annoyance. A feather boa in her hand, and it was hot pink again. She drapes over his hunched shoulders, “Et voila!”

If Khonshu had eyebrows, he would most definitely be frowning that he’d regain wrinkles.

“Papa says its French!”

Was it too late to be cast into stone again?

He guessed causing unscripted eclipses might be on his list of duties.

-x-

Genuinely, sometimes, you feel like you should pick up another book about raising children. Well you did do that during your whole pregnancy/ process of adopting, but you tossed it out, believing you can most definitely do this.

You can.. well.. to some extent.

Marrying Steven Grant, Marc Spector and Jake Lockley was a whole ride. When you first met them, it was first with Steven, and while he was staring off for who knows where, he may or may not have bumped right at you, coffee on hand, and in all white, ready for a good day. Or so you thought. No wonder you had a hunch to not wear white. Especially on a whole Tuesday.

You would have had a breakdown right then and there. If he didn’t go on bumbling down, apologizing, and offering his own money to buy new coffee, and a whole new blouse. You only laughed it off, going on about how you could pass it off as a shirt design. From that, it was as if you could remember hearing his laugh. Sweet, warm, and almost sunny.

Marc was sudden, he just.. switched from Steven. It was all so confusing at first, him yelling at you to get run, and your brain just being fuzzy from the commotion. You couldn’t remember what it was, opting to push whatever happened into the darkest depths of your mind. But all you remember- or want to- was that he was there, hand in hand, shoulder by shoulder. Ushing right out of the danger you wish to forget, and that safety he provided, you relished on it like fire during winter.

With Jake, it was all an accident, you remember it was 3am, and you had to wake up to go to the bathroom, only to see him bleeding out on the floor. The scream you let out really woke up his system. That night, you had to get both your sewing kit and your first aid. Stitching up his wound, and how you were determined to fix him up, he couldn’t help but feel.. giddy. Giddy? Jake Lockley? Please, that sounds wrong. But it’s true, he did feel it right through his gut.

As much as you love them- and even married them— with a whole ceremony and rings with those long vows- these three had someone hunching over their backs, and it was an ominous figure. An ominous, loud figure in fact. One who goes on about real justice and vengeance. Honestly, you’ve heard it all from these three.

You knew he was a god, from his arrogance and how he apparently holds himself, such behaviour isn’t human- especially how he apparently hunched down at the altar, just right above your heads. You remember Jake being amused, chuckling about “nosy” and “bird” while Marc and Steven fully agreed to forget that Khonshu even did that.

Fidgeting your wedding ring in your hand, walking to your daughter’s room. You realize, it was around 3pm, oh— tea time. You couldn’t help but be surprised, she’d usually ask you to come by your room, force you to wear one of her tiaras, and plant your whole face with glitter.

As you reach the door, you absent-mindedly enter, hearing your kid’s muffled voice, and as you look at the view, your eyes widened.

“Why the hell is there a floating crown in our daughter’s room?”

The god knew that all you -the unseeing mortal- could see was a hot pink tiara just soaring through the air like a UFO, perched right over to the seat on the other side of the child. You hear footsteps come back to your direction.

Your husband comes by, his voice peeking out, “Love? What’s goin’ on?—“ Steven asks with concern, but that stops until he turns and starts laughing.

“Oh wow! The pigeon’s got himself in quite an outfit..” Steven stifles and all you could do was be confused, you literally only see a floating crown, what is going on?

In Steven’s mind, he only hears the voices of the other two, literally bickering like there’s no tomorrow.

Am I seeing what I’m fucking seeing?

Yes Jake. You are seeing Khonshu as a pretty princess.

PFFT— The kid’s bested him, can tell she’s a Spector, or a Grant, nah, definitely a Lockley.

Didn’t we solve this like two years ago??

Still thinks she’s a Lockley kid, definitely not a Spector, you see how she got the bird up in its coop?

The only thing Steven could say was that, “Khonshu’s playin’ with her, and she’s dolled him up for a pageant.”

“That good?” You ask.

“No it’s horrendous actually- Not because of her heaven’s no- It’s all the bird’s fault.”

“I can hear you, you worm.”

“That’s not nice to say to papa!” She broke out, a cute pout on her face. “Do not tell me what to do, child.”

She only puts out her tongue at him as retaliation. Making Jake’s laughs echo in Steven’s skull. “You’re being a goose!”

“A GOOSE?” Khonshu almost yells out, “For my long reign of the moon I have never been disrespec—“ The floor starts to shake, the curtains then swish to the wind, but it only leaves Steven looking a little constipated from laughter, as his chortles blur out whatever Khonshu had to offer to them. But her attention seeks itself to her parents, as she says. “How do I look Mama? Papa?”

A smile on your lips, trying to ignore the sudden wake of the Earth, gods and their tempers. “Absolutely great sweetie.”

Steven offers his smiles and his trusty thumbs-up, and the other two that stay quite rent-free in his head just screams out their compliments like madmen. Mostly Jake, but can you blame him?

Look at her, I’m forcing myself to sit and wait for my turn to be able to front my way right now.

Hah! Sunshine literally bested the old bird. While being a pretty princess. Fucking true royalty right there.

With a six year old dress up game too. Smart kiddo. This proves she’s a Spector.

She is not.

Yes she is.

“Let’s just say she’s a Grant,” Steven hisses lowly enough for only himself to hear, but you could already tell he was talking with them, just from the crinkle of his brows. “That’s something maybe most can agree with.”

This was going to be a long afternoon.

#marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #moonknight x reader #moon knight #marvel #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #i feel like i went insane through this.. but in a good way!!#steven grant mcu #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight mcu #marc spector mcu

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charming-charlie · 3 years

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The Compliment Game

Title // The Compliment Game

Pairing // Evan Buckley x Reader

Warnings // Light amount of cussing. Some cute fluff and a bit of spice at the end.

Summary // Buck poses as your fake boyfriend at a friend’s birthday party.

Word Count // 3k

You stared at the invitation before you, trying to hold back a laugh. Having just got the mail, you found a pink envelope mixed in with your bills. The envelope had elegant script and for a moment, you thought you were invited to a wedding. Upon opening the envelope and pulling out the card, your suspicions still stood in place. Glitter fell to the floor and the invitation was written in such a beautiful script, except it was not for a wedding at all. It was for a birthday party. Your childhood friend Viola’s birthday party.

The invitation included a dress code, which basically stated prom attire. Yeah, fat chance of that happening. There was also a list on the back of the invitation with appropriate albeit expensive gifts to buy for the birthday girl. Cool, so money it is!

The invite was definitely in line with Viola’s personality. The two of you were supposedly childhood best friends, and as you grew up, you realized that Viola was a bit of an embellisher. She told the most insane stories, some you knew to be completely fake since you were there when certain events happened. It was like she always had this need to one up everyone she met.

The two of you barely talk now since you distanced yourself from her, but honestly, she was still your friend. However, since Viola liked to embellish, who says you couldn’t either? Why not one up the birthday girl at her own birthday? Maybe she needed a healthy dose of her own medicine.

The wheels were turning as you grabbed your phone and scrolled through your contacts before landing on Evan Buckley’s name. He was, in all honestly, the hottest man you knew. While he was only a recent friend, he was the best option for what you had in mind.

You called him, hearing the phone ring a few times.

“What a coincidence,” Buck said when he answered the phone, “I was just talking about you.”

You were surprised that you were on his mind, especially in the middle of the day. You were sure he was at work too, which only seemed to excite the butterflies in your stomach.

“Hey,” you said, unable to hide your growing smile, “I got an invite to a birthday party. Want to go with me as my fake boyfriend?”

“Whoa,” you heard Buck say on the other line and you could just sense the confused expression he had on his face, “wait, what?”

You stared at the invitation, knowing full well that this would be the perfect event to have a little fun and maybe put Viola in her place. However, you took what few precious minutes you had on the phone with Buck to explain everything. You talked about your friendship with your friend, and how she just continued to make up her entire life story in order to appear interesting. It was either that or for attention, you weren’t sure which one.

“Basically, I just want to show off the hottest guy I know, so are you in or what?” you finished. You were out of breath from rambling quickly to share your story. You never knew when the alarm bell was going to go off because of a fire or something.

“And you thought of me? I’m touched. Sure, I’ll do it. But you owe me a beer,” Buck said. You could practically hear him grinning on the other side of the phone. “I’ll pick you up after my shift. Say, eight?”

You agreed and the two of you hung up.

This was perfect. Now the party would be very interesting. Who knew what was going to happen?

The hours ticked by and you were dressed. You texted Buck your address and waited for him to show up. He knocked on the door and you truly felt giddy and nearly pranced to the door in excitement. You weren’t looking forward to the party at first, but spending time with Buck? That was clearly a game changer.

Having relayed the dress code to the firefighter beforehand, you were in awe of his outfit choice. Buck was sporting a casual black suit. It wasn’t the fanciest of outfits but that didn’t matter. He looked like a stunner. It was nice seeing him out of his usual fire uniform or regular t-shirts. You could tell he put effort into his appearance for the night.

You, on the other hand, took a page right out of Princess Diana’s playbook. You wore a black dress, your favorite LBD, with some strappy heels. It was your own revenge dress, and you knew it wouldn’t exactly fit in line with the dress code of the night, but did you really care?

You were only going to support your childhood friend and nothing else. You had a card for her with some cash and that was it. You were going to make nice and leave when the cake was cut. That was called being a good friend, you at least showed up to the events you were invited to.

Viola’s parents owned a ranch and she lived in a house on her parent’s property. The drive was smooth, with you and Buck jamming to 80’s tunes and timing the red lights. He was such a charmer, just like he was the day you met him.

There were a few cars when you arrived, and Buck easily parked along the rocky path. Both of you got out and made your way to the front door. Being polite, you knocked.

The door opened instantly, almost like someone was literally waiting on the other side.

Viola appeared and your eyes almost popped out of your head. Apparently the “elegant prom” theme was still ongoing, since she wore a floor-length white gown. It looked like a cross between a prom dress and a wedding dress. Your eyes caught Buck’s, who was standing next to you. He looked horrified. Perhaps he was just now realizing your over exaggerations were not over exaggerations.

His mouth fell to the floor, not from awe, but from shock. The birthday girl cascaded along the floor. Her hair was done up in an elaborate bun and she wore a crown. Not a cute little tiara, but a full blown one thousand gems kind of crown. The kind of crown that was obviously from a costume store, since you knew Viola wasn’t fabulously wealthy like she pretended to be and there was no way she would be able to afford the same jewels as Queen Elizabeth.

“Oh, who is this?” Viola asked you when she saw Buck. No hello. No how are you. She just immediately noticed the eye candy on your arm with absolutely no regard for you, her supposed best friend.

You had to give the firefighter some credit. He cleaned up very well. He sported a business casual suit, not at all falling in line with whatever prom theme that was happening. Then again, you did not either with your little black dress.

“This is Evan Buckley,” you said, trying to put on the best sincere smile that you could muster, “my boyfriend. Happy birthday, Viola.”

Your best friend (although, let us be honest, that is a bit of a stretch at this point), did not seem convinced nor did she thank you for the nice birthday message. Instead, she turned her sights onto the man next to you, and you felt a small hole in your heart forming. If Viola went after Buck… it would not be pretty.

“Boyfriend, huh? What do you do?” Viola asked as she extended out a hand, and you cringed when you saw the white corsage that sat on her wrist.

Buck, being as polite as ever, shook her hand and kept his smile. “I’m a firefighter with the LAFD.”

“What a coincidence!” Viola said with a smile, “My boyfriend works for the LAPD. Maybe you know each other.”

Buck was catching on and there was a sort of twinkle in his eyes as he looked at the birthday girl. “I have friends in the LAPD. What’s his name? Maybe I know him.”

The fact that Buck was pressing for more information caught Viola off guard. She acted busy, acted like someone was calling her name, but you didn’t hear anyone. “Oh, that’s for me. I’ll talk to you guys later, yeah?” she sauntered off quickly, almost like she was rushing away as fast as she could so that you didn’t have a chance to call her back.

Buck turned to look at you with a quizzical expression as if to say, what the hell was that? You only shrugged your shoulders and whispered that Viola doesn’t have a boyfriend, ending the statement with a blatantly obvious eye roll.

The two of you made your way into the house where the party was in swing. No one else looked like Viola, no one else sported fancy gowns or black tie suits. In fact, a few of the party guests were wearing jeans. That must’ve been a highlight in the tea drinking gossip Viola was probably spewing in the corner with some other friends. Is it time to leave yet?

You led Buck outside to the fenced in backyard. There were a few guests here and there, but it wasn’t a massive turnout. Both of you sat on a wrought iron garden bench, away from most of the crowd. It was kind of nice to be there at the party but not really participating or engaging in small talk with the other guests.

“You know,” Buck broke the silence with a smile, “being your fake boyfriend is a lot of work.”

You rolled your eyes and turned to look at him, returning the smile. “You only agreed once I said you were the hottest person I know.”

“Listen, that’s a compliment I don’t hear often,” Buck sat back along the bench, keeping his eyes on you.

“Should I keep them coming?” you asked, and it surprised you that there was a little bit of a tease to your voice. You never noticed that before.

“How about this? You compliment me, I compliment you. I feel that is only fair,” Buck responded.

It took a moment for you to forget that you were actually at a birthday party for someone else. In this moment, on this bench, everything around you seemed to fade into the background.

“I like your suit.”

“I like your dress.”

Okay, starting out kind of simple here but it did make you smile. You thought you wore the dress to impress Viola. Maybe you wore the dress to impress him? Did your subconscious plan that?

“You are very good at your job,” you responded.

His eyes were alight and there was that twinkle again. You could stare into his eyes forever, they were stunning, just like everything else about him.

“Not exactly a compliment, you haven’t seen what I can do,” Buck said with a smirk. That was when he pulled the move. The fake-stretch put-an-arm-around-you move. What in the fresh hell was that? Because, and this is what shocked you the most, it actually worked on you.

“You’re beautiful,” Buck said.

Fuck, he won the compliment game. Your face flushed, fast and hard, creeping down to your neck and down your spine. You had to look away from him, and you heard him laugh when you did.

You didn’t get to enjoy the moment for long because you heard Viola approaching the two of you, with some minions behind her. You looked at her. Her white dress was absolutely blinding in the fading sunlight and you squinted just to see straight.

Buck stood up to greet her and you did the same, smiling politely at her.

“Sorry about that. Being the birthday girl means never ending attention. Anyway, Y/N didn’t tell me she had a boyfriend. How did you two meet?” Viola said. There was a sudden look in her eyes, and you knew. You knew she was catching on, pulling on loose threads to see what would unravel.

You felt Buck slip his hand in your own and he didn’t miss a beat. “Y/N locked her keys in her car. I just happened to be driving by.”

That was the truth. That was literally how the two of you met. If fate were a thing, you would swear that was how you guys met, through some act of divine fate. But you remained quiet.

“Forgive me, but I’m having a hard time believing this. If you are really Y/N’s boyfriend, then kiss her,” Viola said. She seemed to be smirking, like she trapped you and Buck in a corner, like it was a big reveal that your relationship with Buck was fake.

Buck inhaled deeply, like he needed to calm down a bit. His hand gripped yours tightly, but you could feel that it was tensing up. Thank god for that, because you didn’t know how he would react if you didn’t keep him grounded and firmly planted next to you.

“Y/N,” Buck said, and your head snapped to his attention. He was looking at you. Once your eyes fell into his line of sight, he swooped in. His free hand went to the side of your face, caressing the soft skin of your cheek. His lips landed on yours, moving delicately, gently. You were not in control of your body as you felt yourself pushing into Buck’s muscular physique. When he pulled away, your lips quite literally pulled down into a frown. You didn’t want the kiss to end, and it showed.

Once the environment came back into view and you were aware of your surroundings, you quickly fixed your expression and turned to look at Viola, who looked slumped and defeated in her white gown. Perhaps she truly felt she was going to win the game you and Buck were playing, and she wasn’t prepared for the outcome.

“Is that enough proof or do you need more?” Buck quickly looked at Viola, and he didn’t look very happy. Viola got the hint. She disappeared as fast as she arrived, with her entourage scattering in different directions. Once she and her friends were gone, Buck turned to you and said, “I don’t like that girl.”

You were still in a bit of a fog from the kiss, and you could feel your lips tingling for more. The sensation would not go away.

Eventually, much to your chagrin, it hit you. The moment was over, you proved your point. No need in keeping things going. You did your job, made your appearance with a devilishly delicious man on your arm, and now you can go home and leave Buck alone. He probably was not thrilled with the outcome of events, given the look on his face.

“I think it’s time to put an end to the fake boyfriend thing,” you said with a frown as you looked at him.

There was something new to his expression, an unconvinced look as he shook his head. “Maybe I want to be the real thing someday.”

Was this playful banter or was he serious?

“That would require going on a real date,” you said. You grabbed him by the arm, keeping up with appearances as the two of you walked to the gate in the fence. You unlatched the opening and watched the gate swing open.

“So ask me.”

You stared at him in confusion as the two of you slowly walked toward the car. It was starting to get interesting again.

“Ask you what?” you replied.

“Ask me out,” he said suddenly, not missing a moment.

Your heart was erratic at this point, and you let go of his arm now that the two of you were away from the party.

“Dearest Evan Buckley, would you do me the absolute pleasure of going on a date with me?” you said sarcastically.

He wasn’t playing games anymore. Without a warning, he had you pinned against the car, leaving very little wiggle room. Your body pressed along the passenger side door, and you felt his hands rub against your waist. You were facing him, and you wished you weren’t. Looking at that incredibly handsome face was becoming a weakness. Your knees shook as you tried to steady yourself.

He leaned in and whispered in a soft voice. “Try again.”

You felt his hot breath against your ear as he kissed the sensitive spot under your earlobe. An explosion of tingles erupted throughout your body as his lips brushed against your weak spot.

“What are you doing?” you asked quietly. Any louder and you were afraid how shaky and trembling your voice would sound. First, he won the compliment game, now he was winning whatever this was.

“Ask again,” Buck whispered in your ear.

One of your arms ran up his, and fuck, that was a mistake. The bulging muscles were almost too much for you to bare.

“Will you go out with me?” you whispered.

You felt his lips leave a trail from your neck, across your jawline, ending with a sweet peck against your lips as he smiled.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he said as he opened the car door behind you, “Let’s go get that beer.”

It was easy to slide into the car since you were already a puddle of goo. Your whole body was on fire just from his touch. Buck walked around the car and entered the driver’s side. He turned the key in the ignition and the car roared to life. His hand reached for yours and you accepted it instantly.

How in the world did the evening turn out like this? And where in the world was it going to go? You could only wonder as Buck began driving. Inviting him to a party as your fake boyfriend was the best decision you ever made, and you couldn’t wait to see what else was in store tonight.

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Hello! I was wondering if I could get separate headcanons for Teru and Akane (boy) with a fem s/o who tends to be polite and calm in the beginning of their relationship, but once she gets comfy with them the boys realize that their s/o is so chaotic that she can somehow??? Jump off of buildings and be okay??? Or accidentally die and revive like nothing happened, memories in tact and all. You don't have to do this if course, but thanks for reading it! Good luck with finals!

teru minamoto x f!reader, akane aoi x f!reader

a/n: hihi!! Aonrfonak i love this so much bc it lowkey reminds me of myself- and thank you so much!! I’m nearly done, thank goodness!!! And thank you so much for requesting <33 iiii am writing this very late at night tho, so i’m sorry if these are bad or have any errors;;;

warnings: none <3

word count: collectively, 902

Teru Minamoto <3

At first, you caught Teru’s interest because of how reserved you were. Even once the two of you became friends, you treated him respectfully for a good while- it was interesting, but he never really questioned it, since you were a bit similar to him.

One thing about Teru, he’d insist it day in and day out should anyone ask, was that he’d love you no matter what! No matter how you expressed yourself, no matter how your personality may change as you grew more comfortable, no matter anything. As long as you were still comfortable in the relationship, he promised he’d be perfectly content as well.

As you grew comfortable, and let your more chaotic side show, Teru was just as content with you as he was when you first started dating. He found it a bit funny at first, glad that you were comfortable around him. He considers it a proud moment!

It was a bit of a surprise, of course. As you grew louder and somehow seemingly more energetic, he’d simply smile, watching and listening to you as you went about with your antics. It was honestly really cute to him- and impressive. While you were less similar to him, he genuinely didn’t mind- he still admired you, and your personality.

However, Teru can be a bit protective at times. He’ll watch you running around, nearly bumping into things and yet managing to be fine, and be standing there, internally panicking. Like “(Y/N), please- be careful- you’re gonna get yourself hurt.”

“I’ll be fiiiiine,”

“You nearly walked into traffic-”

“Traffic shmaffic.”

It was pretty funny to Teru when he watched you hanging out with his family once you were comfortable around them. Family clearly means a lot to him, so watching you play around with Tiara and mess with Kou was both entertaining and heart-warming in a way.

On that note, it was somewhat new for Kou and Tiara- Tiara didn’t really question it, simply going along with how playful you had gotten, and Kou sort of… was there, slightly confused. He definitely asked Teru if you were feeling alright- Kou didn’t mind it either tho! It was just something to get used to.

However, Kou did nearly have a heart attack when you were running down the street and tripped- Teru was there too, just as worried as Kou, yet somewhat used to it. While Kou panicked over whether or not you were alright, Teru helped you up as you brushed yourself off, grinning as if nothing happened. As if you didn’t before, you earned all of Kou’s admiration at that moment.

Teru’s certainly the type to send goodnight texts, so expect them to go from something like “Goodnight. Rest well <3” to something like “Goodnight <3 Don’t stay up too late, stay safe, please don’t go skydiving, look both ways (twice, thrice even) before crossing the streets <3 or perhaps don’t go somewhere late at night. Rest well <3”

“Teru, I’m not a child <3 Rest well!”

“Whatever you say <3”

Akane Aoi <3

It’s very clear that Akane would love you no matter what- seeing as Aoi would be someone of the past, I wouldn’t take it that his love for you is too much different. He loves you, and will show you love no matter what- because he knows that you’re a good person, and you’re the one he fell in love with.

While Akane was used to your calm, polite personality, he did wonder what it would be like if you just… dropped the formalities? Like, don’t you just wanna? Sucker punch people? Scream? Kick Teru in the shins????

Once you grew more comfortable, Akane was pretty relieved. It was a sort of “oh, thank goodness, she actually likes me” moment. Sure, you were loud and somewhat bouncy, but it wasn’t like he minded at all. You’re still his (Y/N), the one and only.

Like Teru, Akane worries about you relentlessly- he even started to carry around bandaids and antibiotic cream in case you fell. As if it did anything since, of all the times you did fall (if Akane didn’t manage to catch you), you’d hop right back up, continuing along as if you didn’t nearly bust your head.

Any time you did fall and hurt yourself, expect Akane to scold you while patching you up. He doesn’t mean any harm, and doesn’t want you to feel like you shouldn’t be yourself- all he means is pleaseeee watch your steps. Though, while he won’t admit it, he does feel a bit proud to have been prepared for the one time you actually got a scrape.

Should you be out and about, texting Akane while at a store or whatnot, expect him to jokingly give you tips on “how not to get killed.” It’s all silly, common sense things like “watch your feet” “keep your eyes on your surroundings” “if there’s an obstacle, d o n ‘ t jump over it, simply move it out of the way” “don’t stare at your phone while walking.”

“Akane, you’re the one texting me while I’m walking.”

“Stop??? Walking????”

“Haha nah”

Despite the heart attacks, Akane really does enjoy your personality- it always brightens his day, and even makes him feel more energetic, to see you so chaotic. He does find it funny though, when he sees you in a setting like school, back to a calm, reserved façade-

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