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[ryoflix]

sukuna as your [social media] manager | f. reader, s/h prns., fluff, estb. rl ؛ ଓ

some people really have the audacity.

like, unironically, out-loud-in-the-comments audacity. typing with their whole chest: “doesn’t your boyfriend literally live off of your influencer money?” like they weren’t just watching your GRWM for the third time in a row, seething. and sure, maybe sukuna doesn’t clock into an office or wear a badge or fill out tax forms labeled “department of soul obliteration” anymore, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t work. he works. oh god, he works.

you think your brand deals just materialize out of thin air? that your inbox isn’t an absolute hellhole filled with subject lines like “hi dear!!! collab proposal uwu” and “hello sexy want be brand ambassad?” sukuna filters through all that. he filters ruthlessly.

he’s basically your manager, except meaner and hotter and allergic to bullshit. he reads every email like he’s reading a death sentence — mouse in hand, furrow between his brows, muttering things like, “what the fuck is a micro-essence water serum?” and “why do they spell ‘natural’ with a zero?”

he doesn’t just care about the check. no, no. sukuna cares about the feel. you’re not about to promote some face mist that smells like melted crayons just because it pays well. but also? you’re not about to let some fake-smiling oatmilk start-up guilt you into a collaboration just because they think their font is soft enough to disguise their shady labor practices. sukuna reads everything. everything. he has spreadsheets. color-coded folders. PR schedules. blackout dates.

he once emailed a skincare CEO back with the words: “we are declining. your tone is weird. fix that.”

you didn’t even know about it until the brand retracted and apologized two days later. you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on just a little.

and look, it’s not like sukuna is heartless. he’s just selective. his whole system — this whole fortress of precision and firewalls and well-timed posts — has made you desirable. you’re not just a face, you’re a brand. brands want you. they beg for you. you have exclusivity now, and you have him to thank.

but sometimes, the walls soften. like that one time, after three straight rejections in a row (“too generic,” “branding is off,” “are they serious with this pastel goat mascot?”), sukuna opens a new message from a gmail address with no signature and a tiny subject line that just reads: hi, um...!

and the email. oh man. the email.

it’s all over the place — typos, weird fonts, some high-schooler somewhere explaining nervously that she makes loom band bracelets in her free time and thinks you’re really cool, and she just wants to send you a couple because “your energy reminds me of the purple & pink color combo :)”

you glance over his shoulder mid-read. “rejecting that one too?”

but sukuna’s quiet.

then he snorts. “...what kinda business plan is ‘vibes only’?”

you lean into him, grinning. “the best kind.”

he clicks archive. and then — quietly, way too casually — “tell her to send the address. we’ll post next week.”

a few days later, you’re lounging in bed with your feet up, phone in one hand, sukuna tangled around you like the world’s angriest oversized cat. you’re both wearing those bracelets, matching purple and pink, the ends frayed, one of them too tight around his wrist but he refuses to take it off. your caption is something like: “support small creators 💕 (even the really small ones)” and the post has half a million likes by morning.

you tell him the response was sweet. you say the girl messaged crying because she was so happy. you lean into his chest and mumble, “see? you are a softie.” he tugs the blanket over your head and grumbles, “shut up. i’m still rejecting that dumb oatmilk brand next week.”

softie or not, he’s still got standards.

[p0orbaby]

Guy Fawkes Tesco Dissociation

summary: leah flirts with you, your sister isn’t too please by it

warnings: none

a/n: thank you to the anon who so kindly came up with this idea!

word count: 1.7k

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You’re standing in the post-match hospitality suite trying to decide if the grey thing in the buffet tray is mushroom risotto or porridge that’s lost the will to live. The consistency is tragic. Congealed at the edges like it’s nursing trauma. Some rogue sprig of parsley sits on top, wilting like a garnish trying to convince you this sludge had aspirations once. You haven’t eaten anything that wasn’t either beige or pre-wrapped since you got here, and now you’re just holding a tiny wooden fork as if it’s a weapon. It’s one of those eco-friendly ones that splinters if you so much as look at it sideways—useless for food, perfect for passive aggression.

The whole lounge smells like disinfectant and faint victory—sweat, floor cleaner, and that metallic hum of a commercial fridge you’re pretty sure is struggling for life. Poor thing. It’s making that low groaning sound, like it wants to die but knows it can’t until the Lionesses are done selfie-ing with extended family.

There’s too much fluorescent lighting. That kind of overhead buzz that makes everyone look vaguely jaundiced. Too many footballers, too many PR girls in patent heels, too many conversations happening in that specific register where everyone’s pretending they’re chill but secretly vibrating with caffeine, adrenaline, and the knowledge that they’re about to be Instagram-tagged into oblivion. Everyone’s leaning too hard into the whole ‘just happy to be here’ thing. Even the champagne flutes look nervous.

You’re mostly here for moral support. And maybe a selfie. You’ve mentally drafted the caption twice—some tasteful mix of “so proud” and “she smashed it” with just enough cleavage in the frame to remind people that yes, you’re here supporting family, but no, you haven’t lost your edge. But also, selfishly, because the England women are hot. Like, disproportionately so. It’s suspicious. Someone should investigate.

“Let me guess,” a voice says behind you, low and amused. “You’re not here for the mini sausage rolls.”

You turn slowly, like a woman who’s watched enough true crime to clock tone, timbre, intent. You assess voices like others assess threats: slowly, carefully, always with an exit strategy. It’s Leah Williamson, living, breathing, taller than expected. That particular kind of tall that still manages to make you feel like you’d look better if you stood up straighter. Skin clear like she exfoliates with diamonds and filtered air. She’s wearing her England tracksuit half-zipped, no lanyard, like she doesn’t need it, like access is implicit. Hair up in a way that suggests zero effort and maximum effect. Like she got ready in two minutes and still managed to look like a Vogue cover. The kind that goes viral.

You blink. “What gave it away?”

She grins, eyes flicking down, then up. A practiced sweep. Not sleazy. Just clinical. “Your face is saying ‘get me out of here,’ but your outfit says you knew you’d be looked at.”

She’s not wrong. You’re wearing the blouse that gaps slightly when you breathe too deeply. The kind of outfit you wear when you want to seem chill but also low-key devastating. Your trousers are high-waisted and aggressive. Your earrings dangle like punctuation. Everything was intentional, even if you’ve lied to yourself about that three times already.

You sip the cava that’s slowly going flat in its flute. It tastes faintly of metal and regret. Like someone once promised it’d be champagne and then quietly backed out. “I like being looked at.”

She steps forward, just enough that you clock her scent—Le Labo Santal 33. Predictable. But still effective. Like rich girl pheromones. Every lesbian in a Soho House bathroom has worn it at least once. She wears it like it’s never been cliché. Like it was made for her skin.

“I like looking.”

You tilt your head. “Do you flirt with everyone who loiters by the catering?”

“No,” she says, completely serious. Not playing it for laughs. Just laying it out. “Only the ones who look like they’d let me.”

You laugh. You weren’t planning to. You’re not easy. You’re just—bored. Entertaining this. She’s entertaining. Her confidence is that particular brand of athlete-casual, like she knows she could outpace any awkward silence if it dared to challenge her.

She watches you, eyes flicking again to your mouth. Slow, deliberate. “You’ve got lipstick on your glass.”

“I always do. Bad habit.”

“I could help you fix it.”

Your eyebrow lifts, automatic. “Are you offering to drink from the other side or lick it clean?”

“Dealer’s choice.”

You hum. “Bit forward.”

She shrugs. One shoulder, casual. “Bit honest.”

“I’m older than you, you know.”

She grins. Not fazed. Not even slightly. “You say that like it’s not hot.”

You turn slightly, lean against the wall, tilt your head like you’re studying her for a project you don’t intend to finish. You’re playing now. Not because you want to win—just because you like the shape of the game.

“What’s your type?”

She takes a second. Bites her lip. Not nervous. Just drawing it out. Like she knows timing is half the seduction.

“Right now?” Her eyes scan, slow and obvious. “Blouse open one more button than is strictly necessary. Earrings from Mejuri. The kind of face that’s used to getting what it wants and the attitude to match.”

You glance at your reflection in the door of the fridge. She’s not wrong. You adjusted that button in the lift. Told yourself it was because it was warm. Not because you wanted attention. From someone. Anyone. Apparently, this is who you got.

She steps in closer. Not touching. Just close enough that you can feel her attention like a spotlight. “Name?”

You sip again. Don’t answer.

She tilts her head. “You’re mysterious. That’s sexy.”

“Don’t push it.”

She leans in, voice dropping just slightly. Low enough to feel like a secret. “If I pushed it, you’d know.”

You almost choke on your cava. This girl. This baby-faced, cocky, post-match swaggering captain is throwing out one-liners like she’s seducing her way through a Netflix original. You don’t even know if you’re annoyed or impressed. Possibly both. Probably both.

“Do you work in media?” she asks, suddenly, sharp as a cuticle knife.

You shake your head. “No.”

“PR? Events?”

“Closer.”

“So not here for work.”

“No.”

“Just for fun?”

You give her a slow, unreadable smile. The kind that’s been mistaken for consent, for challenge, for foreplay. “I was invited.”

There’s a flicker behind her eyes—barely anything, but you catch it. A recalibration. You’ve nudged her off script.

“Ah,” she says, tone smoothing out like a hand over a silk dress. “Important, then.”

You nod. Ambiguous. Let her fill in the blanks. You haven’t said who. You’re not planning to. Yet.

She nods towards the glass doors, out to the lower tier where discarded pints sweat on plastic ledges and the pitch glows radioactive green. “Came for the game, stayed for the overpriced alcohol and emotional turbulence?”

“I stayed for the company.”

“Oh yeah?”

You glance at her, deliberate. “Wasn’t expecting this, though.”

She smirks, something feline curling at the edge of her mouth. “Happy surprise?”

“TBD.”

She pauses. Thinking. You watch her do it. It’s almost charming—like catching a model doing Sudoku. She’s calculating the angle. How much charm. How much cheek. Whether to go full throttle or ease off the accelerator.

She chooses both.

“I could give you a better tour,” she says. “Not the literal kind. More… you and me. Somewhere less fluorescent. Less beige carpet. Better soundtrack.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Do you do this a lot?”

She shrugs, effortless. “Only when it’s worth it.”

“And I’m worth it?”

“Oh,” she says, stepping into your space with the grace of someone used to getting the last word, “I think you might be a little dangerous.”

“And that’s a good thing?”

“It’s a great thing. For a night. Maybe two.”

You’re just about to deliver a line—something glib, maybe filthy—when a voice cuts the air like a dentist’s drill against enamel.

“Leah?”

Both your heads turn. And there she is: Grace Clinton, blinking at the scene like she’s just stumbled into a deleted scene from Sex/Life.

Her face spasms into an expression somewhere between disbelief and acute spiritual distress. “What the hell is this?”

You smile. Angelic. Like you’ve been caught volunteering at an animal rescue. “Hi, Gracie.”

Leah does a visible double take. “Wait—Gracie?”

Grace’s stare ricochets between you like a hostage negotiator. “That’s my sister.”

Leah looks at you.

Then at her.

Then laughs.

Then freezes.

“Wait, what?”

Grace throws her hands up, righteous as a preacher mid-sermon. “You were hitting on her!”

Leah’s eyes widen like she’s been offered ketamine at brunch. “You didn’t say your sister was hot.”

Grace looks like she’s about to throw up. “Why would I say that? That’s revolting. Are you okay? Do you have a head injury?”

You lift your cava flute like a toast. “To be fair, she was extremely flattering.”

Leah’s still short-circuiting. “This is… not what i was expecting.”

Grace stabs a finger in her direction like she’s summoning a demon. “Stop trying to seduce my family!”

“She flirted back!”

“She flirts with everyone! She flirts with lollipop men and the guy from DPD. It’s chronic. It means nothing.”

You shrug. “Not nothing.”

Grace groans like her soul’s leaving her body. “I need to be exorcised. Or euthanised.”

Leah rubs a hand over her face, suddenly aware of the PR disaster unfolding in real time. “This is going to be so awkward at camp.”

“You think it’s going to be awkward?” Grace gestures wildly, borderline unhinged. “Imagine me, stuck in midfield, watching you eye-fuck my sister from the touchline.”

“Language, Grace,” you say gently, like you’ve said it a hundred times before. A calm, familiar reprimand. Not scolding—just reminding. A soft nudge from someone who changed her nappies and taught her to spell ‘definitely.’

Leah turns back to you, a grin twitching at her mouth like it’s trying to behave. “So… about that better tour…”

“Jesus Christ!” Grace howls.

You grin, all cheekbone and implication. “She’s very protective.”

Leah grins back. “You’re very tempting.”

Grace’s voice goes up an octave, full banshee. “I hate both of you!”

Leah doesn’t flinch. “You gonna tell your mum?”

“Oh, I’m telling everyone.” She’s already got her phone out like she’s reporting a crime. “Group chat’s open. You’re getting dragged.”

Leah leans in, low voice, warm breath. “Still time to sneak out the fire exit.”

You drain the last of your cava and smirk. “I’ll drive.”

And somewhere behind you, Grace wails.

Perfect.

[harrywavycurly]

The Almost Bumble Fumble: Impressed

Masterlist: Here

CW: None

Tag List: @georgiarose94

A/N: This is just some fun fluffy goodness that popped into my head the other day! I have a part 2 in mind if y’all want it? Enjoy!

Summary: Harry Styles shows up on your dating app and you’re convinced it’s not really him✨

Harry only has one reason why he finally caved and downloaded the bright yellow dating app, he likes the fact he can’t be the one to message anyone he matches with first. It takes some of the pressure off of him because it’s hard to think of an opening line that is catchy and engaging enough to actually make the other person respond, and while he may be a talented songwriter he is absolutely horrible at trying to be witty and flirty through a screen and over texts. So not having to worry about reaching out first allows him to just sit and wait to see if anyone is actually interested enough in him to send him a message and so far, much to his disappointment and only a slight blow to his ego he hasn’t gotten more than a few random hellos.

Even though he hasn’t gotten the kind of response he thought he would since he downloaded the app just a few days ago, he still finds himself checking it a few times a day and that’s exactly what he’s doing now as he gets comfortable on his couch with a glass of wine in his hand. He scrolls through a few profiles and doesn’t swipe right or hit the heart button on any of them until he lands on one that seems interesting. Your profile picture is of you grinning as you stare at a piece of what he thinks is cake that’s on a plate in front of you that has a candle in it, there’s a little caption under it that says “if you can make me smile the way this cake did, you’re a keeper” and he chuckles to himself as he continues further down your profile. The most important thing he likes to look at on people’s profile is what they’re looking for on the app, because Harry knows he’s ready for a relationship and he isn’t trying to have his time wasted nor waste anyone else’s if he knows they aren’t looking for the same thing in the end.

He feels a smile tug at the corners of his mouth when he sees your response to that prompt if the exact same as his, looking for something long term. Harry takes a sip of his wine as he looks through the photos you posted on your profile, enjoying the tiny look at what you do for fun since you have a few photos at concerts and other events such as the classic group photo during a girls night out but the one that sticks with Harry the most is of you sitting on a couch with a glass of wine and a book in your hand that someone took while you weren’t looking or at least that’s how it appears. When he reaches the end of your profile he doesn’t give himself a moment to overthink it he simply swipes right and continues on his scroll through the app trying not to get too anxious as he waits to see if you’ll match with him and find him interesting enough to message.

After a few more minutes of scrolling he lets out a sigh before he takes a rather large sip of wine, just when he’s ready to call it a night and leave the silly little dating app he sees that he has a new message. He quirks an eyebrow as he goes to his messages and he can’t help the grin that takes over his face when he sees it’s from you, meaning you have to be online now since he just swiped on you not even ten minutes ago and you’ve already sent him a message.

Now what Harry isn’t prepared for is what your message says, having only gotten the different variations of Hello so far as opening lines so when he opens your message the laugh that escapes him is genuine and he feels as if you just sent him a one liner you’d possibly use on him if you saw him at a bar and wanted to start a conversation with him. He reads the message again and shakes his head as he chuckles to himself while also feeling a bit of an inflation to his ego because your opening line is tailored to him, it’s something that you wouldn’t be able to use on just anyone. Because even if they were an obvious One Direction fan it would be very risky because they might not know the lyrics to the song and be extremely confused.

“If the room was burning, would you really not notice?”

He finds himself instantly replying and when he hits send he suddenly starts to get nervous that maybe he should’ve waited a bit to reply so he doesn’t seem too eager and possibly scare you off before he can even really get to know you. But it’s too late now, so he just sips his wine and stares at the small screen in his hand.

“Honestly I don’t think I would. My mind would be too preoccupied by someone and their ability to tell little fibs.”

When he sees a new message appear beneath his he lets out a small sigh of relief because already this is the longest conversation he’s had on this app so far.

“Right well thank goodness you’re fireproof.”

He quickly replies to you and waits with a new feeling of excitement brewing in his tummy to see what you’re going to say next. But he can’t help but wonder how long you can keep this up, he will happily play along because he doesn’t want to be the one to change the subject and possibly ruin the mood.

“Exactly. I’m also very good at finding my way through dark places as well.”

Luckily for him he doesn’t have to wait very long and your response has him laughing and he’s grateful that he lives alone so no one can walk into his living room and ask him what he’s laughing at while cuddled up in the corner of his couch.

“Oh does that mean you’re not scared of the dark? Because if you are that’s okay I won’t let anything get to you and drag you down.”

He is typing out his reply and hitting send before he can even fully lean over and put his empty wine glass down on the table.

“That’s lovely of you to say but no I’m not scared of the dark. Not even a little bit. The only thing I get a little unsettled about is how quickly the night can change.”

As Harry waits to see what you’ll say he can’t stop his mind from wondering if there’s a possibility you’re doing something similar right now, sitting comfortably on your couch or maybe in bed smiling and laughing at your phone like an idiot. Because surely it can’t just be him that’s enjoying how easy the conversation is flowing, regardless of how silly it may be.

You read the latest message from this “Harry” person and laugh at how he goes about avoiding the exact lyrics of the song night changes, you quickly type out a reply so you don’t have to keep him waiting for too long.

“It does change fast doesn’t it? I’ve always thought it was a bit rude how everything you’re dreaming about is just is gone in the morning.”

After hitting send you reach over to your nightstand and grab your glass of wine and take a sip as you go back to visit his profile. You narrow your eyes as you bring the screen a little closer to your face as you scroll down to the few photos he’s chosen, most of which are also on his Instagram so you don’t let the thought that you’re talking to the actual Harry Styles cross your mind. Especially since a lot of the information needed to make a profile on the dating app the two of you are currently messaging on is very accessible, it’s just a simple scroll through Google. The only thing that makes you quirk a brow is one photo he has at the very end of his profile, it’s a photo of him sitting at a table with a smile on his face while holding a glass of wine and it’s one you’ve never seen before but that also doesn’t mean anything because there’s tons of photos and videos of Harry you haven’t seen.

When you saw you matched with him you couldn’t stop yourself from instantly messaging him, because even though you know it’s just someone using Harry’s photos to get attention you figure you might as well have some harmless fun. You know eventually you’ll decide to move on and maybe report his account depending on how weird he gets. You’re brought back to the moment when you see you have a new message, you take another sip of your wine as you read what he wrote.

“It’s very rude but there is something that even the night can’t change. Do you know what that is?”

You bite down on your bottom lip as you read the message and you get an odd feeling this person might be trying to flirt with you because the next line of the song he’s talking about is a rather romantic one, but then again you can’t really be sure. You take this moment to test the waters a bit as you type out your reply and hit send before you can second guess yourself and delete it.

“It’s you and I right? Because nothing can separate us?”

You know you’re going to have to casually change the subject soon but you can’t help but want to see just how long the two of you can keep indirectly quoting One Direction songs in a way that has ended up with the two of you in a rather pointless conversation. You feel your cheeks get warm when you read his reply, of course this Harry impersonator would send you lyrics to Stockholm Syndrome.

“Precisely. It’s safe to say you’ve got me tied down.”

You finish off your wine and place the empty glass on your nightstand before figuring out how exactly you want to reply. There’s a few ways you could go about this, but instead of going the obvious flirty route you choose to go for the comedic approach instead because that’s more of who you are anyway.

“I mean I can’t have you trying to escape the city and follow the sun now can I? Because that would just break my heart and I don’t even know where I’d go if that happened.”

You giggle to yourself as you scroll to the top of your messages and reread them, well aware that if anyone were to read them they’d be extremely confused. You also have to admit that this person is very well educated on their One Direction lyrics and you’re a bit impressed. When you get to the bottom you see “Harry” has replied and what he says makes you lean your head back and laugh as you drop your phone into your lap as you try to get yourself under control.

“I’d never try to escape because if your heart is broken and you’re just wondering around that makes me worry people will try to steal you away from me and I can’t have that. Not to mention I also have no clue where’d you go with a broken heart and I’m honestly so shit with directions so I’d be left with no choice but to walk around shouting your name.”

After a few moments you quickly type out a response and double tap his last message letting a red heart appear next to it so he knows you really enjoyed that creative use of lyrics from two songs.

“Walking around shouting my name? Absolutely not. Don’t embarrass me.”

Harry doesn’t even bother trying to hide his amusement at your message, enjoying how you managed to give him an easy way to go along with your subtle change of conversation since he notices a very obvious lack of song lyrics in your reply. And Harry being the romantic that he is finds this a great opportunity to ask something, and your answer will be one he might possibly tuck away in his mind to remember at a later date.

“Not one for big declarations of love then?”

As he waits for your reply Harry takes a moment to process the fact that even though the two of you haven’t even really had a true conversation he already can tell by your sense of humor that he’s going to enjoy getting to know you more, if you let him that is. When he sees your response he laughs and runs a hand through his hair with his hand that’s not holding his phone.

“I’ve never had anyone do a big declaration of love for me before so I’m not sure how I feel about them. What about you? Do you need a Jumbotron proposal during a sporting event or a billboard dedicated to how much I love your hands?”

Harry looks at his free hand and wonders if you’re being serious about loving his hands or if that’s just an example you picked to show him what you would be willing to write on a billboard about him. As he types out his reply his mind begins to think of things that could be considered big declarations of love or feelings that maybe you’d like, because even though he doesn’t know you he figures having some ideas on the back burner can’t hurt and who doesn’t like coming home to an outrageous amount of flowers or a maybe even having the radio play nothing but your favorite songs for a whole day.

“I am open to all types of declarations of love. Big, small, handwritten or painted on a billboard. I’m not picky.”

Now only part of that statement is a lie, Harry truly does enjoy any type of declaration of love that his significant other is willing to give him but he is a tiny bit picky. But that’s something to discuss at a later date, because it doesn’t really have anything to do with what the two of you are discussing now, he’s picky about other things but not how someone is willing to tell him their feelings about him. As Harry is getting up and grabbing his empty wine glass off his coffee table and heading into the kitchen he gets an odd notification at the bottom of the message thread between the two of you.

*accept video chat*

But before he can even hit accept or decline the message is gone and he sees you’ve typed out a quick little explanation.

“Oh god I’m sorry! Finger slipped and hit the video chat button! Sorry!”

He quirks a brow as he scrolls to the top of the messages and sees what looks like a FaceTime icon near the corner. Having not noticed it before he becomes curious and maybe it’s the wine or maybe it’s just that he’s interested in you and thinks this is a smart way to “meet” for the first time to get a better feeling of if the two of you actually can hold a conversation or not but either way Harry is typing out a quick message and hitting send before entering his kitchen.

“It’s okay. I didn’t know it was an option, I’m fine with a video chat if you are?”

You stare at his message for a solid thirty seconds before you even blink, not knowing why on earth this person would want to video chat with you when you know they aren’t Harry Styles. It’s going to be awkward and embarrassing, for them of course not for you because you already know you haven’t been talking to the tall tattooed international superstar but maybe this is for the best so you can tell whoever it is how impressed with their One Direction song lyric knowledge you are. And maybe, just maybe you’ll still find whoever it is attractive and it won’t be a total bummer of a Friday night. So against your better judgement you send him a simple response before you climb out of bed and head for the kitchen to refill your wine.

“Sure!”

You catch your reflection in the door of your microwave and instantly place your phone on the counter next to your fridge so you can adjust the monstrosity that is your messy bun. Once that’s as good as it’s going to get you look down at your faded band t shirt and decide that it’s good enough for whoever it is that’s about to video chat you, it’s after nine at night on a Friday after all so in your mind them seeing you like this is just preparing them for what they can expect in the future. As you’re reaching for your bottle of wine you see a new notification appear on your screen and you feel nervous as you pick your phone up.

*Accept video chat from Harry Styles*

You hit accept and the screen goes black before suddenly you’re looking at someone’s ceiling and you squint your eyes and bring the phone closer to your face as what appears to be half a forearm comes into view.

“Sorry love it seems I’ve dropped you.” You feel your heart begin to beat so fast you’re afraid it’s going to explode as a British accent comes from the phone, you swear it sounds exactly like Harry’s but you simply shake your head at that idea because there’s no way he’s on the other end of this call.

“Oh wow you sound just like-”

“I sound just like who?” Harry asks as he finally comes into view after he picks the phone up from where he accidentally dropped it on his counter while trying to open his wine bottle one handed. Your eyes go a bit wide as you move your phone away from your face, you feel your cheeks get hot and out of pure panic you place your phone against your wine bottle and put both hands over your face making Harry raise an eyebrow at you.

“Are you okay?”

“No.”

“What’s wrong?”

“You’re Harry Styles.” You mumble into your hands but Harry hears you just fine making him chuckle as he pours some wine into his glass. “You weren’t supposed to actually be Harry Styles.” You explain as you spread your fingers allowing you to get a small look at Harry through the gaps, it’s almost unfair how much better he looks while taking up your phone screen than he does in his photos.

“Who was I supposed to be?” He questions as he grabs his phone and his wine glass and heads back into his living room.

“Some weirdo just acting like you to get attention on a dating app.” Harry doesn’t quite like that answer, he doesn’t like the idea of someone pretending to be him just to get attention and possibly hurt people in the process.

“Do people really do that? Pretend to be me on things like this?” You just shrug as you slowly lower your hands from your face and Harry is glad he’s already sitting down because even with your pink cheeks and distraught look in your still slightly wide eyes he can’t get over how pretty you are.

“I’m not sure? You’re actually the first Harry Styles I’ve ever come across but I mean I just-I didn’t think it was really you.” You admit with a laugh as you reach and grab your phone so you can get to your wine bottle, deciding you now more than ever need to refill your glass.

“Are you disappointed it’s really me and not some random weirdo?” He watches you raise an eyebrow and make a humming noise as if you really have to think about it before answering him.

“Honestly I’m relieved it’s actually you because if it wasn’t then I would’ve had to tell a random person how impressed I was with their One Direction knowledge.” You answer after you fill your glass up with wine, Harry chuckles as you make a face of disgust at the mention of telling someone you were impressed with them. “But since it’s you-”

“Oh are you saying you’re not impressed with my One Direction knowledge?” He says in mock offense as he watches you walk through what he can only assume is your kitchen based on the oven he sees in the background.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” You answer without any hesitation and Harry’s face breaks out into a wide grin because the look you give him is one that tells him he should’ve known that was going to be your answer.

“Well I’m quite impressed with your knowledge and your opening message was-”

“Oh god.” You say with a groan as you head into the living room, your cheeks turn a light shade of pink as you take a seat on your couch making Harry give you a soft smile to try to help ease your clear embarrassment of what you sent him because he thought it was great.

“Don’t feel embarrassed love.” He quietly clears his throat and takes a sip of his wine after the petname accidentally slips out of his mouth. “I thought it was brilliant that’s why I responded and kept it going.” He explains making you smile and it’s not until this very moment do the two of you really sit and look each other in the eyes and Harry feels his own cheeks get a little warm as you stare at him through the phone.

“You’re really pretty.” Harry laughs and runs a hand through his hair as you blink a few times and realize what you just said out loud.

“You’re really pretty as well.” He says with only a small hint of nervousness evident in his voice because he doesn’t want to come across overly flirty but he also doesn’t see the harm in telling you the truth, you are very pretty.

“Thank you.” You smile and get comfortable on your couch. “I guess it’s good to get all this embarrassing and awkwardness out of the way now right?” Harry just nods and smiles at your choice of words, giving him some hope that you’ll want to maybe do this again or possibly meet up in person if you feel comfortable enough.

“Exactly.” Is all he says with a grin making you return his smile as you sink into your couch and toss a blanket over your legs to get comfortable because something tells you that you’re about to be on the phone with Harry for a while and you don’t mind. You silently thank your lucky stars that you decided to message him when you saw he matched with you because you can’t imagine the level of regret you’d feel if you somehow found out you fumbled the opportunity to talk and possibly get to know Harry just because you thought it was a fake profile.

[siilent-wanderer]

At Midnight, With You

Summary: At midnight on her birthday, Jimin is met with a quiet post, a homemade cake, and a love that speaks loudest in the softest moments.

Genre: tooth-rotting fluff

Word Count: 1k words

Yu Jimin (Karina) x aespa 5th member!reader

A/N: happy yu jimin day!

The clock read 11:57 PM.

The rest of the dorm had gone quiet hours ago, but Y/N was wide awake in the kitchen, carefully setting the final touches on a homemade birthday cake. It wasn’t perfect — the frosting was a little uneven and the sprinkles may have been a bit too much — but it was made with love, and that was all that mattered.

She glanced at the time again. 11:59. Her heart started racing — not from nerves, but from excitement. There was something magical about being the first person to wish someone you love a happy birthday. Especially when that someone was Yu Jimin.

The digital clock on Jimin’s nightstand blinked 11:59 PM. She wasn’t expecting much —maybe a few birthday texts from friends, a sweet group message from the members if they remembered to time it right. She wasn’t someone who ever needed grand celebrations.

Still, something made her reach for her phone.

At exactly 12:00 AM, her screen lit up with a notification from Instagram.

@y/n.png posted a new photo.

Curious, she tapped on it.

The cover photo was harmless enough — the two of them in a dressing room mirror, caught mid-laughter. Jimin was in the middle of putting on lipstick, and Y/N’s eyes were half-closed, head thrown back in a genuine laugh. A candid, imperfect moment, but real.

Then came the rest of the carousel:

a photo of Jimin sleeping on Y/N’s shoulder during a flight

a blurry, happy photo backstage with Y/N flashing a peace sign, and Jimin staring directly at her instead of the camera

their hands side by side on a table, matching rings peeking out beneath oversized sleeves

a polaroid of them sharing earphones together, only a quarter of their faces seen

a short video of Jimin at practice, turning and smiling when she caught Y/N filming

a quiet photo of Jimin standing at the edge of an empty concert stage, staring out during soundcheck

a stolen photo of Jimin’s silhouette inside the Ferris wheel gondola the first time they went out together

There were eight photos and videos in total, each one a tiny slice of their world — some shared, some secret.

But it was the caption that hit her the most.

happiest birthday to someone whose presence makes every kind of day feel a little softer. thank you for being warm where the world isn’t, for laughing even when it’s late, and for being the kind of person who holds everything together when no one’s looking. you deserve quiet mornings, loud crowds, peaceful nights, and everything in between. let’s keep doing this growing-up thing side by side, yeah? love you always — in every way that matters. p.s. come out in the living room if you want cake. or… wait, I’ll bring it to you 🎂 #happyjiminieday

Jimin stared at her phone, rereading it until her eyes turned glossy from the weight of unspoken affection that radiated between the lines. It wasn’t loud, wasn’t obvious, but it was them. And anyone who knew them — truly knew them — would understand.

She was still hovering over the last photo when the softest creak of her door interrupted her thoughts.

She looked up just as the candlelight came into view.

Y/N stood at her doorway, carefully carrying a slightly lopsided homemade cake, softly singing: “Happy birthday to you~ happy birthday Jiminie~ happy birthday to you.”

Jimin’s smile bloomed instinctively, warm and slow, as her phone slid forgotten onto the bed. She sat upright, watching Y/N cross the room — not even glancing at the cake. Her eyes were only on her. There was nothing but adoration in her eyes — like she couldn’t believe the person she loved most was standing in front of her, glowing in candlelight, holding a cake just for her.

Y/N set it down on the bedside table and climbed onto the bed, wrapping her arms around Jimin from behind, chin resting on her shoulder.

“Make a wish,” she whispered.

The candle flickered in the quiet, a golden glow dancing across Jimin’s features. She stared at the flame for a moment, heart heavy in the best way. Jimin inhaled slowly, the room still and quiet around them. Then she closed her eyes, and the soft breath she exhaled as she blew out the candle felt like something sacred.

Y/N pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “What did you wish for?”

Jimin turned her head just enough so her cheek brushed against Y/N’s. “You,” she murmured. “To never let go.”

Y/N’s breath hitched, and her arms instinctively tightened around her.

Jimin turned to face her fully now, eyes glassy but bright, and gently held Y/N’s waist.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “For loving me every year… and making me feel like I’m being loved by someone.”

“You are,” Y/N cupped her face, brushing her thumb across Jimin’s cheek. “In every way I know how.”

They stayed like that for a beat, caught in the silence of their own orbit. The kind of moment where no words were needed. Where love spoke for itself in touches and glances and soft smiles.

Then—

Y/N leaned forward, scooped a bit of frosting with her finger, and smudged it right on Jimin’s nose.

“Yah!” Jimin gasped, blinking as she instinctively wrinkled her nose. “Seriously?”

Y/N laughed, wiping a little off with her thumb. “You looked too cute. It had to be done.”

Jimin pouted, her eyes narrowing, but there was nothing but love behind the glare. “You’re lucky I’m in love with you.”

“I know,” Y/N teased.

Jimin leaned in then, closing the space between them with a slow, unhurried kiss — warm and lingering, a silent thank-you wrapped in tenderness. Y/N melted into it, fingers brushing lightly against Jimin’s jaw, and when they pulled away, it was with matching grins and pink cheeks.

“I love you,” Jimin whispered.

“I love you more,” Y/N whispered back, gently placing a hand over Jimin’s heart. “And I always will. Happy birthday, my love.”

The cake sat untouched on the nightstand, slowly losing its warmth. But they didn’t move.

They eventually curled beneath the blankets, legs tangled, faces close. Jimin was still giggling softly at the frosting on her nose when Y/N reached for a tissue and wiped it off with the gentlest care.

Outside, the city lights twinkled. Inside, everything was still — wrapped in hush, warmth, and a love that didn’t need to shout to be felt.

“Best birthday ever,” Jimin murmured drowsily, eyes fluttering closed against Y/N’s collarbone.

Y/N smiled, holding her close.

“It’s only just begun, birthday girl.”

[thefanficmonster]

Tattoos Together

Colby Brock x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Friends to Lovers, FLUFF, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: They got too many matching tattoos for it to be a coincidence at this point.

The first one was easy to get away with. Mostly cause they dragged Sam into it as well. Considering how spontaneous it was, it's a miracle neither one of the three regrets waking up the following morning, hungover after a night of drinking illegally acquired booze, to find a small sheet ghost tattoo on the inside of their right wrists.

The others are harder to explain and count on their fans to be the most diligent investigators and most relentless prosecutors.

Let me give you an example

For starters, the devil horns and tail behind Colby's left ear. Tiny tattoo but an adorable one at that. Hard to spot but the watchful eye of the fandom rarely lets something slip by.

But even so, Colby and Y/N managed to get away with for months. Despite me making it sound like a crime, it's in no way serious. But it was definitely treated as such when, during one video, in a single 0.2s long moment, fans managed to catch glimpse of a tattoo behind Y/N's right ear that's usually concealed by her hair. Much like Colby's, it's a small and easy-to-miss and even easier-to-cover tattoo.

But man did that freeze-frame from the video get the dating rumor pot boiling. Who knew a tiny tattoo of a halo and angel wings would cause such a stir huh?

The second one is subtle, but far easier to spot. And once the fans' crosshairs landed on the tattoos, Colby and Y/N got a little bold.

No caption either - just Colby's style. Perfectly theatrically mysterious. The kind of mysterious that forced them to silence their phones to prevent them from buzzing directly off the table.

And then they just started making it too easy for the Fandom Watch...

@_y/n_orwhatever Hope no one steals this ✨️originality✨️

Closely followed by:

@_colbybrock Say less ✨️

Crumbs so thick a duck would choke...

Subtlety has clearly been erased from these two's vocabularies since forever. But hey, at least the dating rumors are being fed well. Really goes to show that no one can add kindling to a fire quite like a fire can engulf shit on its own.

On day, on an Instagram live, all three are gathered in Sam's room. Colby's the one who started the live out of boredom, due to Sam being busy planning out future videos and Y/N editing. Her work ethic failed her on account of nagging Sam alongside Colby which meant that, pretty quickly, no one was getting any work done. White Claws were passed around and the live soon became a circus.

"I'm not supposed to drink, I'm getting a tattoo done in like an hour." Y/N says, ironically right before taking a long swig of her White Claw.

Colby, either purposefully or truly accidentally, has a bit of a slip-up when he turns to sass her back, "We both are but you don't hear me complaining."

Needless to say, he deserved the empty can he got clocked in the head with. Curtesy of Y/N, of course.

*sigh* If subtlety were air, they'd die of suffocation.

Taglist:

@benbarnesprettygurl

@jessy-shine

@mushycore

@richardsamboramylove55

@smuttiest-smuttt

@honey-bees-13

[dioslesbianwife]

Can I please request the Jojo's with the most wholesome cinnamon roll partner the type of person who cried because she stepped on a bug and now the bug family must miss them.

Their partner making the cutest lunches ever with notes saying how much she loves them 💖

sure this is so cute, i hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting :33

Jonathan Joestar

Jonathan is already the human embodiment of a golden retriever boyfriend, so when he meets someone even softer than him? He’s absolutely smitten.

When you cry because you accidentally stepped on a bug and whisper, “What if he had a little beetle wife and three beetle children…” Jonathan kneels down beside you and holds your hands so gently:

“Let’s say a prayer for him, my dear. May his beetle family find peace.”

He's genuinely touched by your compassion. Your gentleness gives him strength, and he tries to match your level of empathy in everything he does.

The first time you pack his lunch, he’s shocked by how beautiful it is. You cut the fruit into little hearts and arranged tiny sandwiches shaped like flowers. And then he finds the note.

“To my brave and handsome gentleman ♡ ♡ ♡ I’m so proud of you!! Eat lots and don’t forget you’re loved ♡  –Y/N”

He tears up. In front of everyone.

Joseph Joestar 

Joseph acts like a goof, but when he sees how sincere and tender you are, it absolutely melts him.

He teases you when you cry over the squished ant (“Was his name Tony?! Did you kill Tony the ant?!”), but when he sees how genuinely sad you are, he immediately goes full boyfriend mode. “Hey, hey, c’mere- how about we save a worm from the sidewalk next time? Bug karma, right?”

When you start packing his lunches? He brags to EVERYONE.

“Look at this adorable rice ball!! Shaped like me!! She made it with love, Caesar, try to compete with that.”

He reads the notes out loud with a sappy voice and kisses the paper like a drama king.

“To my one and only, the most heroic dork in the world- ♡  GOD she loves me so much- wait, what’s this? A stick figure of me punching a vampire? I’M FRAMING THIS.”

Jotaro Kujo

At first, your overflowing affection and softness confuse him.

You wept for a full 10 minutes because he killed a spider that “wasn’t hurting anyone!!!” and now you’re pacing the kitchen whispering, “What if he was bringing food home to his babies-”

Jotaro: “…You want me to go dig a grave for the spider?”

You: “... Could you?”

He does it.

He acts annoyed by the cutely packed lunches, but he never misses a single one. They always disappear. Every single time.

The first time he finds a note that says, “Don’t forget you’re amazing, Jotaro, Star Platinum isn’t the only one who’s got your back!” he hides it in his wallet and reads it on lonely nights.

Jotaro isn’t good with words, so when you cry over injured pigeons or send him off with “have a heroic day, my angel!” he just blushes and grunts,

“…Yare yare… you're too good for this world.”

Josuke Higashikata

The minute he realizes you have that kind of softness? He vows to protect you with his life.

Josuke is good at matching your emotions too, so when you cry over accidentally stepping on a caterpillar, he’s right there with tissues like,

“He probably had a name… like, uhh… Mr. Squiggles or something. It’s okay, babe. We’ll plant flowers in his memory.”

When you give him a lunch box shaped like a cat’s face and inside is a smiley-face made out of rice and seaweed?? He SCREAMS.

He takes selfies with his lunch every day and sends them to you with captions like:

“Best. Girlfriend. Ever. Look at this masterpiece!!!”

He keeps every love note, even the silly ones like “you’re the king of my heart (and my favorite pompadour ♡)”

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno is so used to cruelty and cold ambition, he doesn’t know what to do when he meets someone genuinely sweet.

You once cried because a bee drowned in your tea. Giorno silently used Gold Experience to make a new one, then handed it back to you like nothing happened.

You whispered, “You’re my hero,” and he literally looked like you just stabbed him with love.

He sees your kindness as revolutionary. He’s so moved that you choose to care so deeply about the smallest lives.

Your bento boxes are art. You include color themes, edible flowers, and once even made a tiny pastry version of his ladybug brooch.

Giorno is silent when he reads your love notes… then folds them carefully and tucks them into a hidden drawer.

They remind him of the world he wants to create: gentle, safe, and full of warmth.

Jolyne Cujoh

Jolyne pretends your wholesome vibes are way too much for her, but secretly? She’s obsessed.

“You’re crying over a bug again? Ugh… c’mere you soft weirdo, let me hold you.”

(She’s rubbing your back while you sob about how “he probably had tiny dreams and little bug hopes-”)

When you start packing her lunches- either from outside the prison or getting to the lunch line early to make the gross cafeteria food at least presentable- She’s shook.

You make every meal look so cute along with a note that says:

“You’re the coolest girl in the world and I love you more than butterflies love sunshine and nectar ♡”

She straight-up flexes that lunch in the prison yard.

“Yeah, I’ve got someone who actually loves me. What about it?”

She’ll act like she doesn’t care, but she reads those notes before bed every single night.

Johnny Joestar

Johnny has a lot of pain in his heart, and when you show him so much softness, he doesn’t know how to receive it at first.

He asks, confused: “Why… do you care so much about everything?”

When you gently explain that the world has enough cruelty, and you want to be something kinder in it, he stares at you in awe.

One day you’re sobbing because you accidentally kicked over an anthill and you’re whispering, “I’ve destroyed their kingdom… the queen is probably weeping,”

And Johnny just strokes your hair and goes, “Damn… I love you.”

You pack him the cutest lunches full of squishy fruit gummies, sandwiches shaped like horses, and smiley cheese cubes.

He reads your notes with trembling fingers and starts believing- really believing- that he deserves love after all.

Josuke Higashikata (Gappy)

Josuke is extremely confused at first. You’re the first person to be so affectionate and pure.

The first time you cry because you stepped on a snail, he thinks he did something wrong. But you just whisper, “Snail heaven better be nice…” and he realizes you’re just like this.

He gets really protective of you. He doesn’t want the world to crush your spirit.

When you give him a lunch with strawberries cut like hearts and a note that says, “No matter what happens, I’m proud of you ♡”-he hides behind a tree to cry.

He keeps the notes in a shoebox under his bed and reads them when he’s anxious. They mean more to him than you’ll ever know.

[dearjoons]

🫟 SCENEKID!JUNGKOOK HEADCANNONS

warnings: himbo energy. likely a very innacurate depiction of scene kids. set somewhere between 2007-2012. he’s kind of a loser. in a hot good way.

lulu speaks: I LOVE HIM SO BAD YOU DONT UNDERSTAND.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who walks into class late everyday, blasting asking alexandria loud enough that you can hear it clearly through his headphones.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who hangs out in the back of spencer’s with his friends and points out every inappropriate item like he’s so brave.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who doesn’t flirt. he just zones out and stares at you with his chin propped up in his hand like an actual idiot.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who uses corny typing quirks like mixing capital letters with lowercase letters in a sentence that ABSOLUTELY does not need to be as dramatic as he makes sound.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who buys EXCLUSIVELY fruit flavored vapes. no exceptions. except maybe a cotton candy one if he’s feeling expiremental.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who is probably the biggest gyopo you’ll ever encounter in your life.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who sits at the back of the cafeteria with his friends, eating some red 40-filled bullshit while trying (and failing) to gawk at you without garnering their attention.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who has a gif of zim and gir kissing in the corner of his myspace page.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who posts grainy, horrible quality pictures of himself baring his teeth and captioning it with soemthing corny like, “TEEF >:3”

✶ scenekid!jungkook who wears his green-striped zip up hoodie and tight black skinny jeans to the mall, sipping on a coke while giggling like a 10 year old about the “i ♥︎ boobies” bracelet in zumiez. he then buys it and does a shit job at hiding it from his mom.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who gets detention for blowing a suspicious, sweetly scented white cloud from his mouth behind his textbook, which was propped up to conveniently hide his whole face from his teacher. yes, it was his watermelon pen. he calls it “a free air freshener”. the school calls it a safety hazard.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who has a real lip ring, but says it’s fake around his mom (she still has no clue he got it done).

✶ scenekid!jungkook who poses for pictures by pouting and mimicking a fake tear by dragging his finger down his face.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who has NO type. scene girl? he’s down bad. emo girl? would die for her. goth girl? oh, he’s barking. popular girl? foaming at the mouth. he just loves women. period.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who gives the jocks and preppy guys death stares when he’s walking down the hallway. he’s silent with his hatred, but NOT subtle. not in the slightest.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who always keeps his ipod clipped on his hoodie pocket.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who sharpie tattoos himself all over. any skin that’s not clothed is getting covered in tiny, senseless doodles. his mom tells him he’ll get ink poisoning. he rolls his eyes when he scrubs it off.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who once got called “kinda hot in a weird way” by a popular girl. he got hard.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who would go on a multiple hour-long tangent about monster flavors if you’d let him. and BOY does he want to.

✶ scenekid!jungkook who accidentally walks into walls, doors, and windows because he’s too busy flipping through the songs on his playlist to find one that matches his exact mood.

lulu speaks pt2: SAW THIS BOY AT THE MALL LAST WEEK, GOT THE KIND OF LOOK TO MAKE ME FREAK . THAT LONG ASS HAIR WITH THE TIGHTEST JEANS, MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE ON HIS TEE. HE LOOKED SO SICK LIKE HE WAS DYING, IF I SAID HE WASN’T HOT THEN I’D BE LYING. PLEASE, HANDSOME, DONT BE COY, COME ON, FUCK ME, EMO BOY 🗣️🗣️🗣️

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[spr1ngbunnypvrin]

Hear me out... William with his little doodling is so cute and amazing and I love every single mention of it.

Now stay with me....

A Celeste reader who find out, obviously, and draws and doodles back.

They leave their little notes with their doodles on the back.

Sometimes it's just human William and themselves, doing equally love sickening things like holding hands with William being covered in kiss marks.

Other times it's their *COUGH* FURSONAS *COUGH*. springlock suit personas cuddling or dancing.

Hell maybe they even have an entire sketchbook filled with those little doodles. (The cover is obviously bedazzled 💅✨)

Yessss fr, this entire chaotic glitter-fueled energy just makes everything more adorable and ridiculous at the same time! Let’s imagine you, living your most sparkly menace life, with all your doodles filling an entire notebook (with that bedazzled cover, ofc). Your sketchbook is like the ultimate mix of “romantic chaos” and “creepy-cute obsession.”

So, you keep a secret notebook, a very special one, filled with your most intimate (and sometimes embarrassing) sketches of you and William. Here’s a peek inside:

📖 Page 1: “Kiss Me, Darling”

Scene: Human William, you two holding hands, his lips covered in kiss marks. You drew him with that signature grumpy expression but, oh, you made sure to add a bunch of little hearts floating above his head. You drew him in such a cute, vulnerable way that you can’t help but giggle every time you flip through the pages.

Caption: “When he says he hates being kissed but his face looks exactly like he loves it. Oh, my sparkly bunny~”

📖 Page 3: “Springlock Suit Cuddles”

Scene: Your springlock suit persona, "Celeste," holding William in a very exaggerated dramatic cuddle. You drew yourself with hearts fluttering around you while dramatically holding his face as if you were about to kiss him. Meanwhile, William's expression is a mix of grumpy annoyance and secretly loving it. The background is filled with glittery swirls that make the scene feel overly romanticized.

Caption: “Shhh, darling, let me hold you until your cold heart melts. You know you love it.”

📖 Page 5: “I’ll Keep You Sparkling, Always”

Scene: You in full "Celeste" glam, carefully placing rhinestones on William's springlock suit. You’ve drawn tiny sparkling gems attached to the edges of his suit, and glittery ribbons tied around his wrists. You added a diamond tiara on his head for extra flair.

Caption: “I know you think this is absurd, but just admit it—you're a showstopper.”

📖 Page 7: “Dance Under the Stars”

Scene: You two, in full springlock suits, dancing under a heart-shaped moon. You’re twirling him around in a dance of your own making, his normally stiff body softened by the swirls of your playful movements. There’s a whiff of magic in the air, surrounded by glittery stardust and hearts floating around the two of you.

Caption: “Who needs reality when we have this dance, darling? A thousand hearts can’t match the sparkle in our step.”

📖 Page 9: “Silly Little ‘Us’”

Scene: William in full “bedazzled bunny” mode, wearing one of your custom-made bows. You’ve drawn him pretending to be annoyed while you tie a pastel bowtie on him—except, of course, he secretly loves it. There’s also a little doodle of you two kissing, but it's more exaggerated with hearts everywhere and the caption:

“Here, darling. Now you’re officially my bunny. No take-backs.”

📖 Page 12: “Caught in the Act”

Scene: You catch William doodling in his sketchbook (YES, William doodles too, even if he’s pretending not to). He’s drawing you two, in matching sparkly suits (of course), holding hands and walking through a glittery cloud while surrounded by pastel hearts. There’s a dramatic archway, and you’re both kissing.

Caption: “Caught you, you glitter-loving bunny. Trying to hide your soft spot for me? Too bad, I’m already making it our reality.”

📖 Page 14: “Romantic Chaos”

Scene: You’re sitting on William’s lap while reading a book, and he’s pretending to be annoyed but secretly enjoying it. There’s a scribbled mess around the edges of the page: little doodles of you kissing his cheek, surrounded by stars and hearts. William’s drawn with his usual poker face, but you can tell from the blush on his cheeks that he’s clearly enjoying your closeness.

Caption: “You can pretend you don’t like it, but you know you do. And I know you love how annoyed you are about it, Mr. Afton.”

Bonus: Your Glittery Sparkle Threats 🌟✨

When you leave him a note on his desk, there’s always a little doodle tucked between the words: you two sitting in a heart-shaped chair, surrounded by glitter and flowers. Sometimes, you'll slip a note into his files that says:

“You can’t escape my sparkles, darling. I’ll glitterbomb your entire life if you try.”

William’s response? He always calls you an “absolute menace,” but it’s hard to tell whether he’s annoyed or secretly amused.

Your sketchbook is a chaotic love journal, a glittery window into your universe of affection and antics. And even though William tries to act like he’s annoyed by it, there’s a part of him that secretly cherishes these small moments you two have.

In the end, it's all about balance: the cutesy glitter-filled chaos you bring, and his dark, brooding (but secretly soft) soul.

Scenario: William Finds Your Bedazzled Sketchbook (and Regrets Everything... or Does He?) ✨💋🎀

It started innocently. At least, that’s what William told himself.

You had left your sketchbook behind in the Safe Room one evening—rushed, probably distracted after one of your usual sparkly “kiss attacks” before skipping off into the night like a mischievous fairy.

You always warned him to “not peek,” scribbled on the cover with sparkly gel pen... but that made it all the more tempting.

The cover alone was already a crime scene.

Bedazzled beyond belief with glued-on rhinestones, glitter tape, and stickers of hearts, bunnies, and little Mangle doodles. It practically sang "touch me and perish," and yet... he opened it.

Page One. A drawing of him in human form, arms full of bouquets, lipstick marks all over his face, and a caption:

“He says he hates flowers but accepted 16. Count ‘em. 16.”

He blinked. Hard. His lips twitched upward. “Bloody menace...” he muttered under his breath.

Page Five.

Springbonnie and your persona, Celeste, slow dancing under a starry pink sky with glitter trails behind every movement. William stared for far too long. His eyes softened. His fingers paused on the edge of the page, and for just a moment, he smiled.

That’s when you walked in.

Carrying two milkshakes, still dressed halfway in your springlock suit with glitter on your cheek and a bow askew.

You froze.

He froze.

"..."

“WILLIAM AFTON—” You screeched, cheeks flushing, “ARE YOU READING MY LOVE DIARY?!”

He slammed it shut like he’d just been caught peeking into the sun. “—No. I mean. Yes. I mean, what is this abomination? You covered it in diamonds! There’s glitter in my EYE, woman!”

But oh, he was red. Not just flustered—burning.

You lunged, grabbing your book, but he was quicker.

He held it up high, smug as ever, despite his ears burning. “So this is what you do when you're not sticking rhinestones on my collar, hm?”

“Give it back or I will draw you in a maid dress.”

“Too late. You already did.”

He flipped it open to page seventeen and smirked. “Look at this. I'm holding a tray of cupcakes and wearing heels. You even gave me a beauty mark—”

“It’s a love mark, you ungrateful man.”

And then, of course… Henry walked in.

William still holding your glittery sketchbook. You with your hands on your hips.

Henry blinked.

He stared.

He opened his mouth. And then he just slowly backed out of the room with the kind of expression that said: “I am not paid enough for this.”

Later that evening, William sat at his desk alone. You’d stomped off in mock anger, but not before drawing a heart on his forehead with lipstick and yelling, “FORGET ME NEVER!”

He opened the sketchbook again.

This time, he flipped to the back. A newer page he hadn’t seen yet.

It was a sketch of Springbonnie and Celeste, holding hands under a vintage paper moon, surrounded by glimmering stars and softly glowing hearts. The caption underneath:

“Even in darkness, I’ll keep you sparkling. Forever yours.”

His chest tightened. He smiled quietly, softly this time.

Then… he reached for his own pen.

Page 32: A clumsy, slightly awkward drawing of Springbonnie lifting Celeste up in a dance spin. The caption:

“You glittering little gremlin… I adore you more than I dare admit.”

[holyblonded]

any Mother’s Day hc’s for estrella, Val, azulita and their moms?

— alexia tries to act like she doesn’t care about mother’s day. insists she doesn’t need anything. but everyone knows better, especially estrella, azulita, and val. they’ve been planning for weeks.

— val is the self-declared “head of operations.” she makes everyone wear flower crowns (even the pets), and hands out color-coded task lists at 6am like a tiny, adorable dictator.

— azulita and estrella team up in the kitchen, which goes exactly as chaotically as you’d expect. estrella doesn’t measure anything, azulita refuses to not measure, and they’re bickering while val supervises from her step stool like a stern little sous-chef.

— “i said lightly toasted!”

— “you’re five, why are you yelling like you pay rent?”

— “just make the waffles, estrella.”

— “tell her to stop putting cinnamon in everything!”

— somehow, breakfast gets made. there’s a slightly burnt waffle shaped like a heart, a suspiciously pink smoothie, and a tray with a handmade card val made during nursery time that says i love my mamas even when they make me go to bed.

— azulita surprises olga with a collage of polaroids she’s taken over the years. quiet, intimate shots of her with val, of her hugging estrella after a game, one of her asleep on the couch with azulita tucked under her arm. olga cries. azulita pretends not to tear up too.

— estrella’s gift for ale is pure chaos, as expected. a custom playlist, a matching set of purple and white tracksuits for them and val, and a framed photo of the three of them flipping off the camera during a beach trip, captioned: your problem children forever.

— “i’m hanging it in the hallway,” ale says, deadpan, and she does.

— they all pile into bed after breakfast, val squished between alexia and olga, azulita on the end with estrella’s legs tossed over her.

— olga keeps kissing val’s forehead. estrella pokes ale every time she tries to get up and do anything. azulita forces everyone to drink water and put on sunscreen before they go outside for the picnic val planned (in the backyard, with exactly 42 stuffies).

— at one point, estrella pulls azulita aside and quietly thanks her for going all out. says she knows it’s weird sometimes, complicated, but that olga and ale are the first people who ever really showed her what it means to be loved.

— azulita doesn’t say anything at first, just punches her lightly in the arm and says, “same.”

— later, when the sun is setting and they’re all wrapped up in blankets, val falls asleep on estrella’s chest, and ale’s arm is slung around olga, and azulita’s curled up next to her, and it’s just — soft. simple. everything they’ve built, right here.

— “we should do this every day,” estrella says.

— “you say that until i make you do the dishes,” ale mutters.

— “worth it,” azulita replies, and they all smile.

[naebaetwsog]

。「Hanjin boyfriend headcanons○

genre.fluff

warning.non

pairing.bf!hanjin x fem!reader

a/n. I feel like Hanjin would down bad like bad bad, the type to even lick the floor if asked to 😭😭

Bf!Hanjin Who Being with you makes him so happy that sometimes he just bursts into tears mid-cuddle because “I can’t believe I get to love you.”

Bf!Hanjin Who is always smiling. Even when he’s tired, even when he’s grumpy—one look at you, and boom, full-on heart eyes.

Bf!Hanjin Who needs to have something matching with you. Cute heart halves, little plushies, or even full-on custom-made keychains of tiny chibi versions of you two.

Bf!Hanjin Who is too in love to get jealous. If someone stares at you, he just nods and goes, “I mean, can you blame them?” But sometimes, late at night, he overthinks and gets emotional, wondering if he’s enough for you.

Bf!Hanjin Who nothing beats curling up together with a mountain of snacks, watching a show, and dramatically reacting to every scene. If a character does something dumb, expect him to yell at the screen.

Bf!Hanjin Who if you’re around, expect him to be attached to you in some way—holding your hand, wrapping an arm around you, or resting his head on your lap.

Bf!Hanjin Who is the type to leave little handwritten notes in your bag, pockets, anywhere—just a tiny “Have a great day, love you!!!” with a million smiley faces.

Bf!Hanjin Who sends You the Cringiest Good Morning Texts

“Good morning, my shining star, the light of my life, my eternal love!! 💖🌞”

You: “Hanjin, it’s 7 AM.”

Him: “AND I ALREADY MISS YOU.”

Bf!Hanjin Who gets so excited over the smallest things—like if you send him a heart emoji, he’ll literally do a happy dance in his chair.

Bf!Hanjin Who will tell everyone how amazing you are, even strangers. If you achieve anything, he’s already celebrating like you won an award.

Bf!Hanjin Who loves taking pictures of you—candid, posed, aesthetic—everything. He even bought a vintage camera just to capture your moments in a special way. Half of his camera roll is just you doing random things like tying your shoes or eating ice cream because he thinks you’re the cutest person alive.

Bf!Hanjin Who records little videos of you two, edits them with soft music, and randomly sends them to you with captions like “Look at us being the cutest couple ever.”

Bf!Hanjin Who every day with you feels like the best day of his life, and he makes sure you know just how much you mean to him.

[void-wolfie]

We Had Matching Wounds. Mine's Still Black and Bruised.

summary: Jenna's still grieving after you walk out on her, but you've already moved on.

pairing: Jenna Ortega x gn!Reader

tw: angst, maybe depression(?)... not exactly sure, let me know if I need to add something

words: 960

a/n: thanks to the anon who suggested The Exit by Conan Gray... wrote this pretty late at night so it might be trash who knows lol

Jenna's apartment was a mess; clothes splayed across every surface, dirty dishes stacked a mile high, and a pile of laundry that hadn't been done in weeks. All in all, it was safe to say she wasn't ok, not by a long shot.

She had barricaded herself in her room long ago. Refusing to move unless it was absolutely necessary, which wasn't often. She'd drowned herself in one of your oversized hoodies and a nest of blankets. If she wasn't asleep or crying, she was staring blankly at the ceiling or mindlessly scrolling through her phone.

A notification popped up across her phone. She stared at the headline, thinking about clicking on it. The dull numbness that’d consumed her days gave way to heartache the longer she stared.

Y/N and pop singer Olivia Rodrigo officially confirm their relationship!

She was finally at a place where she wasn't gnawed away by guilt and heartache every second of the day, a sort of depressive numbness settling in. But she knew seeing you with a new girlfriend would crush her, making the reality of your breakup all too real, all the more final. But at the same time, curiosity was eating away at her. The hope that maybe it was clickbait or fake news was naively tugging at the back of her mind.

Against her better judgment, she clicked on the article.

Everyone says a picture is worth a thousand words. A thousand words wouldn't begin to cover the extent of pain Jenna was feeling.

There at the front of the article was a screenshot from your Instagram. A post of you and Olivia kissing, with the caption; Happy three months, love <;3.

She felt sick to her stomach. She probably would've puked on the spot had she actually eaten anything in the past two days.

Three months. Those words shattered her already fragile heart.

Three months... The two of you broke up only four months ago.

She could still remember the night it all went wrong, like a broken record stuck on repeat.

"y/n?" She called out, setting her stuff down on the kitchen table.

It was a miserable day, it'd been raining all day and thunder could be heard in the distance. The run from her car to the front door left her soaked from the cold rain.

"y/n?" She called out again, only to get no response.

She padded into your shared bedroom, her hair leaving tiny water drops across the tile floor as she shivered in her wet clothes.

She stopped in her tracks. There was a suitcase on the bed full of your stuff, and you were packing more in.

"What's going on?"

"I'm leaving." You didn't spare her a glance, you knew if you did you'd only be inclined to stay. Those big brown eyes of hers would always be your weakness.

"Leaving?" You weren't leaving her, were you? Sure your relationship had been on the rocks as of late, countless arguments and nights spent yelling. But had it really gotten this bad?

"I can't do this anymore, Jenna."

"Do what?"

"This. Us." You closed the suitcase, zipping it up, still refusing to look at her, "The arguing, the late nights coming home, always feeling like your second choice. I just can't do it anymore."

You finally looked at her, seeing tears streaming down her freckled face. It broke your heart, but you had to protect yourself. Even if that meant breaking her.

"Do you even know what it feels like Jenna? To feel like your second choice? You come home late every other night, you're gone for months at a time, and you lie about who you're with and where you go. Do you even remember the last time you said ‘I love you’?"

"I..." She wanted to refute everything you'd said, but she couldn't. She couldn't remember the last time you had a movie night together or even ate dinner at the same table. She couldn't remember the last time she said those three words.

You had tears of your own streaming down your face, "3 months ago. You haven’t said it in three months."

Jenna was in a stupor. Her whole world was crumbling before her, and she was lost on how to fix it.

How had you moved on so quickly? It felt like only yesterday she was so deep in love, falling into a black hole of bliss with only you on her mind. She thought you felt the same, and maybe you did. But you'd already replaced her. With one of her friends, no less.

Jenna skipped reading the article. She didn't want some reporter's half-assed observations and opinions on your dating life. They didn't know you, and she could care less about their opinion.

She clicked over to Instagram, despite her shaking hands and teary eyes, and tortured herself with your latest post.

You looked happy. There were all kinds of pictures of you and Olivia together. Pictures of you two dancing in the rain, swimming at the lake, even one at that club she never had the time to take you to. Not to mention the abundance of candid photos fans had tagged the two of you in. Pictures of the two of you kissing, the two of you visiting that little ice cream shop by the beach, some at that little cafe by your house that had your favorite coffee.

To say it was agony was an understatement. There weren't words for her pain. She could never effectively describe the heartache that left her crying for hours on end, breathless and shaky from the exertion.

It hurt knowing she carved out her own heart for you and in the end, her downfall was her own doing.

You already found someone to miss, while I'm still standin' at the exit.

[emilsgrippers]

WHO WANTS JOYOUS RANDOM CHARACTER HC TO CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS??!!! ALL OF YOU????OKAY!!!!

MERRY CHRISTMAS & HAPPY HOLODAYS!!!!!!!!

OKAY. ONE OF THESE NOT CHRISTMASY,THE REST ARE!!!!!!

okay………..

so

-Geoff and Brody actually picked each others tattoos.

-And with that, Brody really likes space and stars and stuff he loves it he likes the beach at night because he can see the stars . Geoff picked Brody’s tattoo out because hes a great friend and knew Brody would like it. We’ll never know what the fuck is tattooed on Geoff’s Jabooty

-AGAIN adding onto that. Brody proposed the idea of tattoos because it was funny, and Geoff was like ‘I bet you won’t’! And Brody was like ‘I BET YOU WONT!’ neither backed down despite the fear of getting one. tattoos were acquired

-Emma (RR) makes all the cookies and yummy goodies for Christmas . Sugar cookie, peanut butter, chocolate chip and MORE!!!!! and kitty takes photos of Emma while baking. Pictures of Emma knee deep in a batter mess, Emma pulling cookies out of the oven etc etc. Emma thinks it’s just silly and goofy so she’s never made Kitty stop this—because she’s just having fun, but sometimes kitty posts Emma’s GOOD pictures with captions and stuff like “I love my sister:D” and just sweet things that make Emma happy.

-D.J buys all of his pets—which he as ALOT of—little Christmas clothes. Bunny got a sweater….his kitty got a Christmas hat…..he loves his animals. For pets like fish that can’t wear clothes, he draws little festive things on the tank so they can be in the jolly spirit too.

-Bridgette prefers to make handmade gifts for everyone because she thinks it shows how much she cares for them, taking the time to make something special!!!!! but every year she gets anxious when giving them, because she gets worried someone won’t like theirs…

-everyone has loved them and secretly they wait for her gifts. She always makes something cutie as HELL. even Heather and Courtney love what she makes very very much

-Alejandro and José—when maybe 5 & 6–tried to stay up and catch Santa. They stood in the hallway and Jose waited with the video camera. Alejandro being five and TINY kept starting to fall asleep and José was like ‘Al stop it!!!!we gotta catch santa stay awake!!!!!’

-Alejandro fell asleep against José and José was forced to sit down with Alejandro on his shoulder so that the sound of a five year old kid hitting the ground didn’t wake anyone. As soon as José sat down, he fell asleep too

-AND THEN!!!! Their parents came out to do some last minute wrapping, put some presents under the tree etc etc, and they see these two stupid kids and got a picture of the two just sleeping peacefully flopped over one another, like two loving brothers. Fast forward many years. Alejandro and José despise the photo but are unable to get rid of it.

-Courtney makes lists. And lists. Of everything. For Christmas. Even things that don’t need lists she just loves lists that much. Most of these lists never change either she just rewrites them every year and keeps them all SMOOTH in her pocket. What a little creature.

-the second candy canes come back to stores and stuff for the season, Cody has about 20 boxes. Every time you see him? He’s eating a candy cane. What’s in his back pockets? Candy canes. Whether they’re like the jolly rancher flavored ones or regular or whatever. He is always munching on fucking candy canes

-Geoff never says what the hell he wants for Christmas. Where as others might walk by a coat at the store and go “hey I like that coat” he will not say shit. Bridgette and brody are on their hands and knees like what do you want for Christmas dude….and hes like “uh. I dunno I’d like anything^_^”. And he always likes everything he gets no matter how far off it is from what he may have wanted deep down. He’s just joyous.

-Sadie and Katie have matching PJS & matching stuffed antler headbands that they wear every Christmas. They are always matching they are the bestest besties ever. They also have matching Christmas slippers…which are reindeers to nobodies surprise.

AND THAT CONCLUDES IT!!!!!! by the time your seeing this post, it’s probably Christmas, but I’m writing & posting on Christmas Eve. BUT MERRY CHRISYMAS!!!!!YAY!!!!!!!

this image was sent to me 1 year ago—so now here tumblr have christmas chris—who’s still pinned in our disc dms. Everyone needs to see him

[goldom]

Flipping back to part 2 in HI3. I went over to it when I thought catching up would be required to get the free Elysia, but then it wasn't, so I went back to pt 1. But now it really is required to get free gems, so okay fine let's try to get it done. Chapter 4.

Dreamy's single-track focus on "Where's my girlfriend" and completely ignoring whatever Vita's trying to get her to do is what I wanted to see from Stelle in HSR 2.1.

That said, I have just as little clue now what the actual plot here is as I did what was going on in Penacony in 2.1. Why does she need to relive this simulation over and over?

Oh no she's Acheroning me

Y'know if Theresa et al are willing to see Dreamy as a real girl despite being an artificial being they made (right?) why don't they grant that same consideration to everyone else inside the simulation? And, like, not make them relive their entire existence of suffering over and over for (whatever purpose) because that's kinda inhumane?

*whispers* why is Bronya named PROMETHEUS (not really asking I'll get to the rest of part 1 some day)

Theresa getting AMAV (assigned male at Vita)

...who? Is it me? Is this a [Omikron: the] Nomad Soul situation?

also: "I DEMAND NEW GENDERS"

I actually really like real-world Theresa's outfit way more than this weird sleep-deprived gremlin thing they turn her into

Literally 5 minutes ago

It's really annoying how you can't open any of the menus during story missions in part 2. I can't even tell if I'm still in the first section of the chapter or if it's been autoplaying into later ones. (Really hoping it's the latter because god these are so long)

Hey cool, I have learned a tiny bit of Chinese. Just heard Theresa say 好累 (Hǎo lèi) and matched it with the caption of "so exhausting" because it's one of ZZZ Ellen's voice lines (which I never knew the meaning of, being unsubtitled)

Wait didn't Songque just say that Thelema was an imaginary friend in this loop why is she standing there

I thought it was the Age of Girls Bands

say ittttttttt

Same, Vita. This is really boring... can something of any importance happen sometime again?

Now I'm in my element.

Jesus Christ, Vita, I know we were bored but you didn't have to bomb the entire city just to get the plot moving

whoa whoa whoa, wait, this game has combat in it too? Wild.

...well, 10 seconds of it.

okay, so Vita doesn't see the people in here as real. (Or she's playing the heel for... some reason.)

*everyone staring at the appearance of Evil Lady* Me: am i supposed to know who that is?

Dreamy: "Is that me?" Thank you for explaining. Face blindness strikes again.

OH THANK GOD that was the whole chapter. I was so scared this would all end up being just that first little segment of the chapter and that I'd be in ch 4 for days and days. I did it I beat the chapter!

Aside from that... annoyingly got baby-Durandal in the discounted 10x (annoying because I didn't really want her and I was 20 off pity, but who can resist 50% off?), but then I reluctantly figured I might as well try for her weapon and got it in another single 10x! So I guess I use her now. Probably for the best because I had NO physical damage or IMG types from the last few years, so that was my weakest spot.

Still, kinda would have rather gotten Sena in upcoming rerun. I don't really need her at all, but... Sena...

[2-shots2-thehead]

Pete dating a My space famous Scene Queen headconons?

- Can I get a kiss ? And can you make it last forever? -

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Summary : Headcanons for the lil emo boy dating a MySpace era scene queen >-<

Pairing : Pete Wentz (FOB) x Scene!Fem!Reader (Use of Y/n)

Warnings : Mentions of physical affection- Other than that, just sillies

A/N : the ideas yall come up with for rqs have me going feral- writing this on the drive to the hospital for my unnamed chronic illness 👅 guys i just wanted an excuse to use a Tyler lyric

- ALSKSJSHAUSHDBAHKS

- you guys absolutely met at a rave and you can’t convince me otherwise

- he saw you living your best life, huge smile, n was just like ‘…holy shit’

- he instantly ran over to talk and asked for your number

- you guys went on an arcade date later that week, and had been together since

- christ your hair

- he thinks it’s the coolest thing on the planet

- he constantly offers to help style it, even if he kinda sucks at it

- i mean, he does his own hair, how hard can it be ? same thing

- its completely different

- but you let him do it.. usually

- and by usually i mean days where you aren’t going to a billion places

- days where he can sit back, look at his work, then realize he sucks at styling your hair

- you guys have a bunch of matching bracelets

- he never takes them off.

- never.

- he really likes if/when you make him bracelets/kandi

- if one ever breaks, he’s immediately rushing over to you with a childish pout begging you to fix it

- another thing he loves to help you with is makeup

- and he’s actually pretty good at it

- he just is very..good at picking colors that don’t match whatsoever

- you guys share music all the time

- he writes you little guitar riffs and plays them whenever you’re sad

- you guys have matching necklaces, but they’re always ridiculous

- adorable. but ridiculous

- ⬇️⬇️⬇️

- you convince him to let you paint his nails

- he’ll never outwardly say it, but he loves it

- he will, however, point out how talented you are and ask how the hell you do it because he would never be able to do something (oh) so intricate (…this ain’t a scene….its an arms race..)

- he also loves making you listen to music that he finds kinda dorky but oh well, it’s catchy

- like I’m talking, not time accurate, but ‘V’ - maroon 5 type shit

- he gets worried all the time that the brackets you wear will cut off circulation 🙏😭

- this man

- “okay, but..are you sure? like…sure-sure. promise? y/n, i-” “pete, my wrists are fine”

- he brings u monster all the time (if u can drink it)

- he also is constantly searching for little accessories to bring you

- tiny little trinkets

- stupid things that he knows you’ll find funny or cute

- such as little hair bows or stickers

- famous on myspace ?

- he uses it too !

- perfect, right ?

- every single time you post something, he’s the first to see it and comment

- it was pretty obvious to ppl that you were together, even before saying anything

- but don’t blame him- he can’t help it. its not his fault you’re so pretty ☹️

- he really likes taking pictures of you (like not in a weird way obviously- you’re very much aware of it 💀)

- there are about a million posts on your myspace where the caption has ‘beautiful photography from pete X333’ in brackets

- he brags to all his friends about how absolutely awesome you are

- every. single. conversation. (it gets a little tiring)

- “yeah, so then-“ “oh, did you see that y/n dyed her hair again? it looks so cool”

- long story short, my man is just down bad 😭

- giggling, kicking his feet, twirling his hair type shit

[obligitory-fma-blog]

I watched the second fma Netflix adaptation. Here’s the best of my notes:

They had the whole fma original soundtrack to use for this movie and tHEY DIDNT??

Purification arts of Xing?? Just call it Alcehestry like they do in the show?? (No I didn’t spell it right I was noting stuff as I went and didn’t look it up)

Okay the weird pause before Lan Fan pulled out the smoke bomb…

ITS AN ACTUAL BOMB?????

Lots of weird pauses and slow-mo’s to mimic anime fights but it reads weird as live action and I don’t like it

HUGHES THANK FUCK PLEASE MAKE THIS LESS WEIRD

Wtf never mind hi envy with your shit ass wig (I forgot they killed off Hughes in the first one 😭😭)

LAN FAN BODIED HIM LMAO

Ed really be like “you do you ig”

“Yeah people exploding today!” Is my favorite line so far. (English Captions with Japanese audio; this was the train hijacker guy from fma 03)

Ed’s expression when Mustang shows up is the most in character thing I will say that (after train stuff)

I will say they did better on characterization this time around I feel like they’re close to the actual characters

But it’s hard to get close to them since they aren’t, well, animated characters. Trying not to judge too harshly.

Not terrible so far actually

Okay nevermind about the cgi WHAT IS WITH XIAOMEI

“I mean, we’re just some decent human beings.” -Ed who wanted to leave Mei behind

GO OFF MEI YEAHHHH TELL HIM THE BITCH

Okay we’re gonna have a really awkward explosion-over-short moment that just will not work because it isn’t animated

GIRLIE ARE YOU HAVING A SEIZURE

Mei being a bitch back is warranted

They be running

“You’ll never catch me, tiny rice man!” -Mei (rice man?)

The dialogue being altered where Ed says he doesn’t have a god to pray to before scar kills him bothers me

I like Alphonse’s movements on the ground when he’s incapacitated, I think the cgi works well there

Hi Mustang good on you for saving your pseudo sons

Riza with the side eye lmao

The slowmo’s again like hello

ARMSTRONG HIIIII You look really fuckin weird tho But HIIIIII

Okay the flexing I can do without thanks it looks weird

Yes Breda why is he shirtless

The red eyes don’t look good either. (For scar)

N ow see why wouldn’t you put in a leitmotif for the brothers theme in this scene with Ed and Al and instead just put in sad piano that sounds vaguely similar to it

WHERES THE LINE ABOUT THEM BEING BROKEN BUT ALIVE WHY WOULD YOU CHANGE THAT

Riza being the best and putting her coat over Ed >>>>

Mustang go comfort your son’s PLEASE

Okay just ignore that I’m on the found family train

Girlie that looked like a bad PowerPoint presentation WHY WOULD YOU DO IT LIKE THAT?? (The part where the officer shot the ishvallen child)

Gluttony… hi… again…. Can’t wait for your cgi…. (It didn’t look as bad tbh)

Sorry but with the military uniform off and just the white collared shirt he looks LIKE A DAD LIKE CMON (Mustang)

“You’ve grown… at least I think.” -Hoenhiem, observational genius

“I think I like this scene better than canon a bit actually? Cause Ed gets to express his emotions more than just calling him a bastard

Okay Hoenhiem just ignore him??

Uh oh they have to walk back together

“Our hair matches :D” -Hoenhiem

Ed immediately takes his out of the ponytail

Im not gonna lie I chuckled at that

Also I love seeing Ed with his hair down we don’t get enough of that

“stop following me” -Ed

“we’re going to the same place? 😥” -Hoenhiem

Okay we’re talking about Xerxes instead of Ed and Al’s mom or…?

And the bitch is gone

YOURE GOING TO XERXES WITH AUTOMAIL YOU DUMBASS YOURE GONNA OVERHEAT

Ooooo love the look of Xerxes ruins

Awwww Winry’s parents :D we get more of them

They’re gonna die tho and I hate that :(

This is gonna be so hard wrenching actually-

GIRL IM GONNA CRY

5 minutes into Central and you’re already causing trouble, good job Ed

Al I feel like has the weakest characterization so far in this adaptation he’s just reacting to stuff rather than doing stuff as far as I’ve seen

Scar when Winry is having a breakdown🧍

Ruhroh Winry’s got a gun

Okay the slowmo makes more sense here

Ed saves the day :D

Also we finally see scars brother after getting no context on him

Good acting on Lan Fan’s part

Also why is this calling her Ran Fan? Is that a dub thing (they called Ling “Lin” but this was all in the captions so I’m confused)

“King Bradley is a Homonculus” very serious Ling “hUh.” -Ed

Any Mustang and Hughes content is good Mustang and Hughes content I don’t make the rules

Also it’s good they didn’t change the layout of Riza’s explanation montage for Ishval because it works really well in canon and translated pretty well to live action

Riza and Roy’s speeches near the end >>>

Oh great the bros are gonna try and catch scar alone this can only end well

Well they definitely didn’t catch him

WINRY HOW TF ARE YOU HERE??

MUSTANG WHY TF ARE YOU HERE???

Oh hi Riza :D

Mustang’s like “let ur gf speak to him if she wants like damn”

Ed’s like “bb girl if he says anything shitty I’ll fight for you”

WINRY GIRLBOSS LUV HER

“Hell no I don’t forgive you for shit, but I’m gonna patch you up anyway.” -Winry

Okay cool message, someone must endure pain if it means they can prevent further suffering and cycles of violence

Uh oh Gluttony escaped

He be runnin

YEAH ED AND AL SAVE UR DAD

YEAH SCAR SAVE WINRY

YEAHHHHHH

“Wait I won’t leave you behind” MUSTANG BEING A DAD AHEGWIWNWN

“Colonel your fight is elsewhere” SCREAMING

Oh hi envy

ED SAVINF LING

and they got eaten lmao

Yay we’re all trapped in Gluttony’s stomach :D

Envy is so cynical what a bitch lol

“Tf is a portal of truth 🧍” -Ling

Oh great we’re gonna get cgi envy this will go well right?

EW

Could be worse but

EW

Conclusion: it was okay. There were parts I genuinely liked. There are things that also bug me to no end. The soundtrack from the original series would’ve fit way better and a lot of times it sounded like an off brand marvel track. Acting and cgi was a lot better (at times.) An improvement on the first one, and a semi-worthwhile watch if you have nothing else to do and you like fma. Cannot and will never be a substitute for the original obviously. Seems like less of a cash grab and more of a genuine effort this time which I appreciate. Overall? 6.5/10

(Lemme know if y’all want my full notes version because it has way more of me screaming and being goofy)

[cyazurai]

Evette Ward's Search for Love - A Bachelorette Challenge!

Aspiration: Good Vampire | Occult: Vampire | Age: Young Adult | Traits: Active, Loves Outdoors, Horse Lover | Pronouns: She/Her | Likes: Piano, Painting, Alternative Music, Pet Lovers, Spirited Sims, Deep Thoughts, Small Talk, and Discussing Interests | Dislikes: Mischief, Mixology, Pop music, High Energy Sims, and Potty Humor

Evette, second generation heiress of the Ward Name Game legacy, knows she needs to find someone to join her in her journey, but she doesn't know a single man that fits what she wants in a partner for life. She is hoping that by having an open "casting call" for men, perhaps she can find someone to hold her heart. She hopes to find someone that understands that while she is a vampire, she is also a lover of the countryside and longs to move to Chestnut Ridge as soon as they start their life together.

Submitted Sims/Reserved Spots

Jonas Anderson (bakersimmer)

Pierce Windstorm (cowberry-jam)

Arthur Cross (amelettes)

Trick Okeke (morgynemberisagenderfluiddaddy)

Vicente Martinez (falsetochild)

Inho Mathis (daisydezem)

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Info on how to enter below if you're interested. 💜

First off, a disclaimer: I have NEVER done a bachelor(ette) challenge before in my simming life. Well, I did one back in TS3, but it was literally only my own sims. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Aging will be off temporarily during the BC

Male sims only - and that means trans men can enter too

All occults allowed - except werewolves since they tend towards hatred with vampires

Young Adults only

All sims will be using my default replacements - if your sims come with replacements, just know they'll be changing

No romantic traits or aspirations so everyone's on the same playing field

I will be looking for between 5 and 7 sims

Please give sims at least one outfit per category!

On those lines, any amount of CC is welcome - I am a CC hoarder. Maxis Match hair is required (I realize that technically Evette's hair is Alpha, but it can pass as MM - Alpha hair that's MM passing is fine), but clothes can be MM or Alpha. Also, please include the CC in the download!

I have all expansions, all game packs except Batuu, Paranormal Stuff, Nifty Knitting, Tiny Living, Moschino, Laundry Day, Toddler Stuff, Kids Room, and Move Hangout Stuff packs, and Desert Luxe, Carnaval Streetwear Kit, and Incheon Arrivals Kit

You can do any amount of backstory you want to do - since the Name Game is primarily gameplay that I don't even caption half the time, I won't be talking much about their background.

Feel free to make a post about the sim, or dm me about them; the download can be private or public, doesn't matter to me. <3

Everyone is welcome to enter!

Also: Evette prefers non-exclusive relationships. She wants to find someone to share her life with, but she would prefer it to be a non-exclusive relationship. And as such, she will likely keep in contact with the contestants that get eliminated - and will likely have babies with at least 1 or 2 of them. So even if your sim doesn't win, they might still father the next generation heir. 😉

If you want to submit a sim but can't get to it right away, please feel free to ask me to reserve you a spot!

When entering, if you post publicly about your entry, please use the tag #namegameBC or #evettebachelorette

DEADLINE: August 11th at 11:00 PM PDT(may be removed if I get enough sims before then, or extended if I don't get enough sims)

If I don't get enough submissions, I will just do an extra short version of the challenge, haha.

Extra Picture of Evette -