#noah centineo feet

[ofxendless]

*literally screams from the rooftops* PLEASE RP WITH ME XOXOX

Tags: FC's • Opposites • Plots

Hi! You can call me C, I go by she/her, and below is some info about me!

*warning: it’s long.

fair to ask yourself: is she really worth it?

To that, I say: nah probably not*

• I’m 25 and I will only interact with those over 21.

• My tumblr will seemingly always and forever screw me over and not show me messages properly, so please feel free to head straight to my discord at cee98x

• I’ve been roleplaying since what feels like forever. I started super young one summer before school started up, and I’ve been on-and-off ever since. I began in roleplay groups roleplaying Harry Potter, then got really into The Vampire Diaries-verse, and have also enjoyed Percy Jackson, supernatural town, royal rpgs, and a bunch I’ve popped into over the years.

• I do come from a land down under *cue the flute*. So AEST timezone, but my schedule is alll over a lot of the time.

• I’m looking to rp over discord. Fair warning, I am still getting the hang of rping on there and I have no idea how to do real fancy stuff but I’m a quick learner so we’ll be fine. I still feel like it was yesterday when I dragged my feet big time transferring from roleplaying on facebook to tumblr. Ah, time flies.

• I’m a very easy going person! Your length, I’ll match. Your ideas? I’ll pretty much lap up everything. Hate fandom rp? Cool not an issue at all! Hate oc rps and prefer fandom? Wicked! If I don’t know the lore well, I’ll wing it! Struggling to get a reply out? No stress! I’m well passed putting so much pressure onto things that they feel like a chore. I’d love to chat about our ships and discuss fc’s and get excited and really have some fun!

• I play mostly female muses! I know, I’m so terribly cliche, but I am pretty meh with male muses. Although, it’s been a long time since I’ve given it a go and I’m always happy to compromise! Very much wanting sapphic plots too!!

• I’m open to smut and most ideas! Don’t like super dark kinks or anything too out there but, again, always willing to try new things within reason! Plot and smut should be balanced. I also have no triggers.

• Some fandoms I’d be interested to rp if that was your jam would include The Vampire Diaries, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, True Blood, Teen Wolf, The Umbrella Academy, Bridgerton, The Sandman, Doctor Who, and I’m sureee there’s more I am forgetting. This also includes creating OC’s set in any of these universes.

• Some themes I’d loveee to explore include supernatural/fantasy/paranormal, enemies to lovers, best friends to lovers, boss/employee or professor/student, soul mate/ride or die/meant to be, fwb, ewb, age gap (legal!), horror, crime, mystery, and soo much more honestly

• Face claims I’d die to use include Renee Rapp, Emily Bader, Maia Reficco, Madison Iseman, Anya Taylor Joy, Camila Mendes, Elisha Applebaum, Hannah Dodd, Sadie Soverall, Adelaide Kane, Anya Chalotra, Simone Ashley, Josephine Langford, Danielle Rose Russell, Abigail Cowen, Conor Leslie and Zaria Simone

• Fave opposites include all of the above and more, Matthew Daddario, Noah Centineo, Robbie Amell, Henry Cavill, Rege-Jean Page, Aria Shaghasemi, Ross Butler, Jacob Elordi, Glen Powell

I WOULD RISK IT ALL FOR THESE PLOTS:

1) Based on a fave book series of mine, but honestly does not need to have any relation to it and can be adapted to any ideas. Basically, girl runs away from home in her mid teens, meets guy around her age who takes her in with him and his guardian who have some secrets, turns out they’re *some type of supernatural creature idk can be whatever we like*. Turns out she has some illness that he can’t cure alone and he has to agree to hand her over to his enemies so that they can cure her, but it also will wipe her memories and she will forget her life before. Fast forward a few years, he’s never stopped protecting her but he’s never gotten close because he can’t bear it. She just happens to go with her friends to the club he now owns. Drama ensues.

2) ““oh, can we take it nice && slow?” two strangers who meet every weekend at a club. nothing but first names are shared. they use each other to relieve the stress of their weeks. hot && heavy dancing. making out on the dance floor. on occasion hookups in the corner of the club. but the moment they leave the club, it’s as if they don’t exist. their chemistry is electric, but there unspoken complications in their lives that they just understand. it isn’t until a new monday comes around && she walks into the office to meet her new boss. oh, shit. her weekend hook up is her new boss. she assumes he’s married with the ring on his finger, she has no idea he’s widowed && he has no idea that she has a child at home”

3) “OR hey what about a historical plot where Muse A and Muse B are both next in line to the throne of their neighbouring countries that once used to be one nation. There’s been a push for many years to unite the kingdoms once more, and many want Muse A and Muse B to marry in order for it to happen. But, Muse A and Muse B absolutely hate each other, and can’t stand the idea of being around one another. Until, they’re forced into the engagement by their parents, and are made to spend countless hours with one another. Lots of bickering, and tension ensue, as they get closer asdfjkl”

4) “plot where ‘i had a bad break up with my ex of 4 years who cheated on me, and treated me like dirt and wow i just found out i’m pregnant and he’s the father so here comes the emotional breakdown and late night pounding on his front door. But oops you’re not him, you’re his brother and you’re being really kind to me and calming me down, and those kisses on the top of my head are so new to me.’ also referred to as the plot where Muse A is pregnant, her manipulative ex boyfriend is the father, however Muse B aka his brother had always had a thing for Muse A. The night Muse A comes banging on his brothers door while Muse B is staying there for a while, he consoles her and decides to help her through the break up and pregnancy. However feelings get involved, drama, fights, and his older/younger brother isn’t so happy about it. Yes pls”

5) “maybe a plot where muse a and muse b broke up like five years ago and then muse a got a call from muse b’s parents telling him that she got into an accident and had temporary amnesia and only remember the time when they were together so they’re asking him for a favor to go back home?”

6) two muses who hate each other and are constantly competing at everything and everyone thinks they can’t stand each other but oh wait you’re really hot let’s have angry sex oh no wait now i have feelings

7) This, this, this, this, this, and these!

If you made it this far, I salute you friend! If it sounds like we might get on, give this a good ol’ like and I’ll annoy you! Cheers!

[33max]

here is the 2022 starting grid if we were to organise them by wikifeet ratings instead of quali

our pole sitter!!!!! mick schumacher: 6.17/5

He looks like he has good feet.😋

alex albon: 5.75/5

a very high rating but no comments unfortunately 😔

lando norris: 5.36/5

Cute feet. Unfortunately he doesnt show them off as often as his socks, but at least he knows that they're nice.

fernando alonso: 5.33/5

He looks so good in flip flops. What hot feet.

daniel ricciardo: 4.99/5

sorry to the other reviewers, but this man's feet are simply a disgrace. the bones are too visible, and the curvature of his toes reeks of a man who has pressed his poor little piggies into shoes that are too small for far too long. the arch is overly flat, and the heel is too pointed. his toenails are too wide, giving the appearance similar to the thumbs of a major star of the transoformers movie series. i don't understand the hype and i wish i did but i have reflected long and hard and these simply aren't for me.

charles leclerc: 4.96/5

i love a fat toe but maybe his toes are a little too fat. nice friend of his though!

lewis hamilton: 4.95/5

Yeah he is so sexy his feet are so smooth and soft there is some things I can't say that I would do to them

carlos sainz: 4.94/5

Carlos is HOT!!! He reminds me a lot of Noah Centineo who is so damn SEXY as f_ck!!!😘😋😛

george russell: 4.9/5

George has such nice feet! His long toes are so lovely! He’s gorgeous too

pierre gasly: 4.85/5

i'd be showing off those sexy race winner feet too. the arch. the instep. the dip of his ankle bone. the golden ratio applies to these feet and these feet only.

max verstappen: 4.81/5

I would be so banned if I were to talk about all the things I want to do with this guy and his perfect feet

sebastian vettel: 4.68/5

nice LITTLE sexy feet !!

lance stroll: 4.62/5

no comments 😔

esteban ocon: 4.5/5

no comments 😔

sergio perez: 4.41/5

disgusting he's gripping the step too hard with his toe... toes arent meant for such hard labor

no wikifeet for zhou, bottas, kmag, latifi and yuki😔😔😔

[cent-noah]

Sunset Blvd [Noah Centineo] - Prologue

Summary: After Y/N being her irresponsible self for one more time, her father has had enough of it and teaches her a lesson on responsibilities and living her life free of any worries. 

Now, with a job in her hands, she has to learn, the hard way, how to act like a grown-up. And, on top of everything, how to deal with the know-it-all employee that thinks she’s better off living in her princess bubble.

Word count: 1,998

Warnings: none

A/N: ah wow. This is weird. I’m here posting the prologue without having anything for the next chapter but oh well... I want to know how you guys will react to this story. So please please please, let me know what you think of it, ok? Also, if you wanna be added to the tag list, just send me an ask! Here goes nothing

The music could still be heard from the foggy sidewalk, people hurrying past the girl leaned against the wall as she waited for the car to pick her up, not a spare glance towards her. Her low cut tight black dress hugged her frame perfectly, a sight that would draw anyone’s attention, but not that night, as she did her best to hide in the shadows provided by the tall buildings, her eyes glued to the light up screen in her hands, eyeliner smeared in her right eye, the lipstick she had put on no longer tinting red her once luscious lips.  She was tired, done with the night and there was nothing in the world that could make her change her mind, not after everything that had happened so far.

For starters, she had just come back from a trip to Santorini, her head still function as if she was still there, her whole body screaming at her for the jetlag she was putting herself through. Then, she remembered it was Halloween and she had promised she would make an appearance in the party she was just leaving from. Something about the owner of the nightclub begging her to be there in the first place, apparently she was someone in that city.

It wasn’t that Y/N Y/L/N was someone overly known throughout the whole world, but she had connections; she had met celebrities left and right through her life, she was associated with some of the most influential people at the moment and that’s what everyone liked; she had an entourage following her, making sure she was in the right place at the right time, making sure she was having the most comfortable time, making sure that she was having fun. She was someone to be seen with.

Being that said, it wouldn’t make sense as to why she didn’t want to be seen, even if looking like someone who had just walked out of a night out, but when you live for your looks and what your whole life represents for the others, you don’t want to be seen walking out of anywhere looking like she did. The truth was, she hadn’t had the most smooth time ever since she stepped out of the airport, the car that was supposed to pick her up, bringing another surprise with it: her father.

To say that she was huffing and puffing the whole way home was an understatement. There was a time she used to have the best kind of relationship she could ever have with her father, one where they would spend most of their times together laughing and having fun, but something happened that changed her whole demeanor towards the man. It wasn’t that he had done something to upset her, far from it. It was just that Y/N grew up to be a completely different person than she used to. Maybe it was the friends she had made, taking her out every possible minute of the day, introducing her to famous people and to the most frivolous way of living. Her father couldn’t exactly say what had happened, but it was like she changed for good, always causing a trouble in every way she went through.

That was what they talked about most of their way back home, Y/N keeping her eyes locked out of the almost black window as she tried to drown her father’s words, but he could be pretty loud when he wanted to, even when he didn’t raise his voice. He had gone on and on about her not being the most responsible person to ever walking this Earth and how he wished she could be a little bit more like how she used to when she was younger. She could go out and have fun with her friends, he just didn’t want her running to the airport in the middle of the night to catch a flight to the other side of the planet to have some fun in the middle of a paradisiac island. She should have discussed that with him first and not jumped into any conclusion.

Of course, Y/N listened to all of it with deaf ears, not paying the slight attention to anything, her mind running a hundred miles per hours as she internally rolled her eyes at her father’s antics of trying to tame her. He could never do it. He would never do it.

That was probably why she had a migraine that night, from the constant talk the older man was giving, not giving her a moment to catch her breath. Not that she would say anything back to him, of course, because she could be better than that. Y/N had learned that when it came to making her way out of trouble with Alexander Y/L/N, all she had to do was look at him as a little kid, batter her eyebrows a couple of times and smile adorably at him. That would do the trick.

Either way, she didn’t stay around much to hear what else he had to say for as soon as she had reached their destination, she was already off to get ready, not a care in the world as she neglected every recommendation she was given. It was a night to have fun and not worry about anything else. And empty threats weren’t going to stop her.

A black car stopped by the sidewalk, a tall, broad driver getting out of the vehicle and walking to the back door, opening it before looking at the girl standing near the wall, her eyes rolling for what felt like the millionth time in the last five minutes.

“What could possibly have taken you so long?” she hissed, her hands going to the handle of the door as she climbed into the car gracefully, sliding to the other side of the seat without waiting for a reply from the man outside, her attention already turned to her phone. She had to keep her social media apps updated.

The drive back home was quite uneventful, the streets somehow empty even with all the people roaming around it earlier that night. Maybe they all had gone somewhere else by now, maybe the losers had already hit the Hollywood Blvd, something she would never do, something she would never think about. She had standards and for as much as the place seemed like a good thing, she would never let herself mingle with tourists and those who she thought of less than her.

The lights of the house were all turned off, something she greeted with enthusiasm. It meant she wouldn’t have to deal with complaints about being out so late or anything of the sorts.

But as soon as Y/N stepped in the living room, her high heels dangling from her hands as she tried to make her best to not make any noise, a dim light from the other side of the room was lit up, the shadow of a man sitting in the couch caught her attention, her blood running cold before she could listen to the words leaving his mouth.

“Where were you?” Her father inquired, his expression not showing any kind of emotion as he eyed the girl up and down, a small wrinkle in his forehead as he took in the state she had walked in; barefoot, smudged makeup and slightly drunk. That was not what he had hoped to see.

“Dad,” she breathed out, one hand reaching into her chest and grasping it as she tried to calm herself down. “You scared the hell out of me. What are you doing sitting there in the dark?”

“What a worried father would do, waiting for you to show up. Trying to calm myself down as I prayed and hoped you were alright because you didn’t pick the phone.” His tone was somber, his eyes, which she was trying to find, were hidden in the shadows cast by the lamp behind him. “I just didn’t go after you because I knew that if anything had happened, I would know by now.”

Y/N smiled inwardly, her heart warmed by the way he worried about her. There were moments she thought he would only care about the conglomerate of companies he had acquired over the years, the companies and stores he had worked so hard to put in the world. All the business meetings, all the trips and the nights away from her had made her believe that she was just there, barely cared for. But then... Whenever she did anything slightly dangerous, that was when Y/N would realize that maybe not all of it was true. Maybe he did care about her.

She took tentative steps towards him, her hands reaching for his as she uncrossed his arms and sat on his lap, something she always seemed to do when she was younger and needed to feel safe. She no longer needed the security anymore, but she liked to be close to him, to hear his soft breaths and the way his heart beat against his ribcage, reminding her that he was still there, that even when she did things wrong, he was still there for her.

Alexander took a deep breath, his eyes closing for a moment as he tried to organize his thoughts, trying to think what he was going to say first.

“You can’t keep pulling stunts like that, Y/N,” he said after a few seconds, the girl trying her best look at the wall in front of her and not to her father as if she was already bored of what he had to say. He was tired of that attitude. “You give me no other choice, kiddo…”

Blinking a couple of times, Y/N turned her face to her dad, her expression contorted in confusion as she tried to make sense of what he was saying. Maybe she had dozed off for a few seconds and didn’t catch the rest of his words.

“What do you mean?” she had one eyebrow up, a trait she had inherited from her mother, something she always seemed to do and that crackled the man in front of her for the resemblance the two women had.

“You need to learn some responsibilities,” he started with a sigh. “You need to learn that things won’t ever come to you as you wish, things won’t be played in your favor for the rest of your life. I lost track of how many times I had to rescue you out of a bad situation, Y/N. Like last summer in Ibiza.”

“That wasn’t-”

“I don’t care if that was your fault or not. The fact is that you made me get out of the country in the middle of the night to bail you out of jail,” he took a deep breath. “You’re a grown-up woman already, Y/N and I want to make sure you’ll be able to take care of yourself when I’m not around anymore.”

“Don’t say that, Dad.” she huffed. “You are around now.”

“For now,” he said with a small chuckle. “And I intend to be for many more years, but I won’t be here forever, sweetie, that’s just how life goes. And that’s why,” he tapped her legs a couple of times, telling her to get up as he also did so. “That’s why you’re starting a new life.”

Y/N looked completely confused, waiting for him to finish whatever he was going to say.

“What?”

“It’s gonna teach you some values and how you have to be thankful for everything that you have. It’s also gonna give you responsibilities, something I really want you to learn,” there was a pause as he walked up to the other side of the room, his hands fiddling with some papers sitting on the desk. “Y/N, you’re gonna start working in one of our coffee shops.”

Tag list: @disbestiles, @centxneo, @savage-stilinski, @apkavy, @akumakoronso, @hope-stilinski, @mf-despair-queen, @roscoeknows

[katsukisbimbo]

“TW” FOR NOAH CENTAYO PLS LMFAOHDHSJ

LMFAOOOOO PLEAKSJEIEODJEBS SO MEANSNDJID

++something noah centineo would do with you

[thefirefromthesun]

It’s Sunday night and I just drank a whole bottle of wine while finishing the To All the Boys I Loved Before book (which I started this morning) and I’m just so overwhelmed by how innocent and adorable this story is and how beautifully they tied in the Korean family aspect and how fucking sweet Peter is and HONESTLY book Josh is a bit manipulative but the whole thing is just so wholesome and it makes me reminisce about the newness of love in high school and I’m dying and now I’m watching the movie again for the second time in two days

HOWEVER, there is no resolution at the end of this book and I wanted to throw my iPad across the room. I literally screamed “THAT’S IT????!?” Gotta continue into the next one I guess. Jenny Han wtf

[docgold13]

365 DC Comics Paper Cut-Out SuperHeroes - One Hero, Every Day, All Year…

September 7th - Atom Smasher

Albert Rothstein is the godson of the Golden Age Atom and grandson of the former super villain, Cyclotron. The experiment that created Cyclotron’s powers resulted in the meta-gene being passed down to Albert and he developed super powers in his adolescence. These powers include enhanced strength and durability as well as the ability to increase his size three times normal. He can maintain a size of about seven feet with little effort and can extend to as high as one hundred feet with great strain; although he can only maintain this size for a short while before it exhaust him. 

Initially taking on the alias of ‘Nuklon’ Albert helped to form the hero team Infinity Inc (a team composed of young heroes connected to the original Justice Society). He stayed with the team until its disbandment whereupon Albert was recruited into The Justice League. He dated the fellow Leaguer, Fire, for a brief while although broke things off because she is not Jewish and he could not see a long term future with her. Despite his many accomplishments and having proven himself a worthy hero, Albert has suffered from longstanding anxiety, often feeling like some type of an imposter who did not truly deserve to be called a superhero. Albert was significantly injured when the League satellite station was destroyed and he was out of action for a period of time. 

He ultimately returned now going by the name ‘Atom Smasher’ and sporting a costume reminiscent of that worn by his godfather, Al Pratt. His return to action was facilitated by his recruitment into the newer iteration of The Justice Society. While with the Society, Albert and his teammate Stargirl both developed a crush on one another, yet something was always getting in the way of the two becoming involved romantically. 

Some time later, Albert’s mother was killed in a terrorist attack orchestrated by Kobra. The tragedy unleashed a rage in Albert that he could barely contend with and he would have murdered the villain responsible had he not been talked down by his colleges in the Justice Society. Later, during an adventure involving time travel, Albert had the opportunity to save his mother. It involved Albert’s mother switching places with the villain Extant and the villain ended up perishing in Mrs. Rothstien’s place. Extant needed to be stopped and Albert was happy to have his mother back, yet the fact that he was now essentially a murderer haunted him. It eventually led to Albert falling in with Black Adam’s more proactive and lethal version of The Justice Society. 

Albert later came to his senses and was involved in the effort to take Black Adam down following the World War III event. Albert served a brief stint in prison for his role in Black Adam’s crimes yet earned his freedom by accepting service as a member of Task Force X’s Suicide Squad.  In the Doomsday Clock event, Albert has been shown as once more a part of The Justice Society. 

A version of Atom Smasher featured in the Flash television series portrayed by Adam Copeland; whereas actor Noah Centineo is set to portray the character in the upcoming Black Adam movie. The hero first appeared in the pages of All-Star Squadron #25 (1983).

[weclassybouquetfun]

Netflix’s Film Fam is slated to make an announcement tomorrow.  I’ll take a wild guess, but looking at the actors in the vid, we will see trailers or teasers for 

THE HARDER THEY FALL starring Idris Elba, Regina King, Jonathan Majors and others. 

RED NOTICE with Dwayne Johnson and Gal Gadot. 

Zack Snyder’s ARMY OF THE DEAD with John Bautista, Omari Hardwick, Hiroyuki Sanada, Tig Notaro and Ella Purnell. 

THE KISSING BOOTH 3 starring Joey King; TO ALL THE BOYS I LOVED BEFORE 3 : ALWAYS AND FOREVER, LARA JEAN with Lana Condor and Noah Centineo. Since EXTRACTION 2 has only been announced, maybe Hemsworth is featured to promote how well the viewership was for the action film. 

If that’s the case, I demand inclusion of THE OLD GUARD considering it did as well and it won Best Superhero Film at last night’s Critics Choice Super Awards. 

Yes, it’s a real award. Yes, it means as much as a MTV Movie Awards, which is to say it means nothing.

But they did honor Amazon’s THE BOYS, Aya Cash and Antony Starr (2 awards: Best Villain and Best Actor in a Series), so, the voting body has great taste. 

Although Amy Adams can be currently seen in the much maligned HILLBILLY ELEGY on Netflix, she is likely included because Netflix will run WOMAN IN THE WINDOW, the last film from the shingle that was Fox 2000. 

THUNDER FORCE with Melissa McCarthy and Olivia Spencer.

and YES DAY with Jennifer Garner and Edgar Ramirez.

Did Edgar discuss with Jennifer about how his bestie Ana de Armas is dating her ex-husband?

- In non-Netflix movie news: Sony is moving MORBIUS from March 19th to October 8th.

With the Covid-19 vaccine roll-out being slow going, at least in the U.S., there are concerns that theaters will not be able to return to business any time soon. Once again there is talk that BLACK WIDOW will get a Disney+ release with premium access (a’la MULAN) and a theatrical release.  

The first major release that is due to roll out is Sony’s CINDERELLA starring Camila Cabello, Idina Menzel and Billy Porter. But with no poster, no teaser or full trailer, this release looks doubtful. 

- What I miss about not getting the physical version of the trades is that I’m missing out on the full-page For Your Consideration ads.  Cheaper for the studios, yes, but these banner and sidebar ads just don’t cut it.

Like these for Bleeker Street’s SUPERNOVA starring Colin Firth and Stanley Tucci. 

The Hollywood Foreign Press is trying to clean up its image as a bunch of sycophantic star f*ckers posing as journalists, so they’re putting their feet down and are trying to quell category fraud.   They have forced Bleeker Street to take Tucci out of Supporting and run him alongside Firth in Lead. 

Tucci, drinking it up, with his wife Felicity and his in-laws Emily Blunt and John Kasinski.

The opposite, happened for the cast of Regina King’s ONE NIGHT IN MIAMI.  Kingsley Ben-Adir and Eli Goree wanted to campaign as leads with Leslie Odom Jr. and Aldis Hodge in Supporting. But the HPFA denied the request and will have them all run in Supporting. 

[ofxendless]

Oooop have another post

Hi! You can call me C, I go by she/her, and below is some info about me.

• I’m 25 and I will only interact with those over 21.

• My tumblr will seemingly always and forever screw me over and not show me messages properly, so please feel free to head straight to my discord at cee98x

• I’ve been roleplaying since what feels like forever. I started super young one summer before school started up, and I’ve been on-and-off ever since. I began in roleplay groups roleplaying Harry Potter, then got really into The Vampire Diaries-verse, and have also enjoyed Percy Jackson, supernatural town, royal rpgs, and a bunch I’ve popped into over the years so am open to different things.

• I do come from a land down under *cue the flute*. So AEST timezone, but my schedule is alll over a lot of the time.

• I’m looking to rp over discord. Fair warning, I am still getting the hang of rping on there and I have no idea how to do real fancy stuff but I’m a quick learner so we’ll be fine. I still feel like it was yesterday when I dragged my feet big time transferring from roleplaying on facebook to tumblr. Ah, time flies.

• I’m a very easy going person! Your length, I’ll match. Your ideas? I’ll pretty much lap up everything. Hate fandom rp? Cool not an issue at all! Hate oc rps and prefer fandom? Wicked! If I don’t know the lore well, I can try to wing it! Struggling to get a reply out? No stress! I’m well passed putting so much pressure onto things that they feel like a chore. I’d love to chat about our ships and discuss fc’s and get excited and really have some fun!

• I play mostly female muses! I know, I’m so terribly cliche, but I am pretty meh with male muses. Although, it’s been a long time since I’ve given it a go and I’m always happy to compromise! Very much wanting sapphic plots too!!

• I’m open to smut and most ideas! Don’t like super dark kinks or anything too out there but, again, always willing to try new things within reason! Plot and smut should be balanced. I also have no triggers.

• Some fandoms I’d be interested to rp if that was your jam would include The Vampire Diaries, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, True Blood, Teen Wolf, The Umbrella Academy, Bridgerton, The Sandman, Doctor Who, and I’m sureee there’s more I am forgetting. This also includes creating OC’s set in any of these universes.

• Some themes I’d loveee to explore include supernatural/fantasy/paranormal, enemies to lovers, best friends to lovers, boss/employee or professor/student, soul mate/ride or die/meant to be, fwb, ewb, age gap (legal!), horror, crime, mystery, and soo much more honestly

• Face claims I’d die to use include Renee Rapp, Emily Bader, Maia Reficco, Madison Iseman, Anya Taylor Joy, Camila Mendes, Elisha Applebaum, Hannah Dodd, Sadie Soverall, Adelaide Kane, Anya Chalotra, Simone Ashley, Josephine Langford, Danielle Rose Russell, Abigail Cowen, Conor Leslie and Zaria Simone

• Fave opposites include all of the above and more, Matthew Daddario, Noah Centineo, Robbie Amell, Henry Cavill, Rege-Jean Page, Aria Shaghasemi, Ross Butler, Jacob Elordi, Glen Powell

I’m really after some big romance plots, open to literally an array of ideas!! Love supernatural/fantasy plots, enemies to lovers, best friends to lovers, soul mate, slice of life, and anything that will give me something to obsess over thanks xxx

[theunstablejester]

which White Boy Of The Month do you think will be cast as Tommy and Billy Maxipad? My bet is on the twins from Riverdale

Okay, so, I hate you. You are a vile creature and I am so for it!

First of, let's not kid ourselves. We all know which whiteboy they will choose for Billy.

The frenchie skeleton is so going to be straight Billy yes or yes.

Now, it is true that Chrollo Sprouse could be Tommy but! can you see Yozora Sprouse as Billy? Can you?

Now, now, when we look at MCU we don't look for quality, do we? We look at the last stage capitalism of Micheal Rat's corpse consuming every piece of media.

Let's not deny that mister Not Zayn Malik could be a good candidate for our white Maxipads.

Talking about just grabbing Some Guy that whites love.

The Netflix dudes, with miss thing Noah Racefaker Centineo and the other one. Young Avengers? White Champions? What better to sell it than the Netflix girlies.

Time for another frenchie.

I do not know who this is but he was on one of the movies that Saoirse Ronan appears so I assume whites would kiss his feet for emoting.

And that's all I have, have a wretched night. You rock.

[george-mackay-macfine]

Gold Dress,

All girls wanna be like that Bad girls underneath, like that You know how I'm feeling inside (somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout)

Requested: Yes / No

Synopsis: George upsets Y/N, so Y/N gets revenge. 

Word Count: 2,829 

A/N: If this is one of your requests, I’m sorry they took so long, and I hope you’re happy with how it turned out. I have NOTHING against Saoirse Ronan, She’s used purly as a plot device in this. 

“You’re not wearing that,” George’s voice called from our bedroom door, I looked at him through the mirror, hands smoothing the gold silk of my dress out, “Change now,”

“I’m not changing,”

“And I’m not going through a whole night of fighting off men who want to stare at your tits, and your ass,”

“I’m not changing,” I repeated, I turned to face him. His white button-down tucked into his black slacks. “You need to get it through that thick head of yours that you are the only man for me,”

“I understand that,” He smirked. “I know I’m the only one who can make you beg for it, wet from just the thought of it,” I clenched as he spoke. “I just don’t like the other men thinking they can have a shot at you,” He walked across the room to me, “So please, do me a favour, and wear the black dress,” He picked up the other dress I was considering and held it out to me,

“No,” He threw the fabric onto the bed and groaned into his hands.

“You devil woman, are going to be the death of me,” I walked over to him and placed my hand on his crotch, squeezing. He dropped his hands from his eyes and looked at me, I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth,

“But what a way to go,” I pulled away before he could grab me and convince me to skip Florences’ birthday, and to spend the night tucked into bed with him and rushed out of the door. “Better go, Flo, doesn’t like it when we’re late,”

“Fucking Christ,” I heard him bellow behind me as I walked down the stairs. A little giggle slipping past my lips.

The drive to the party was quick, George’s hand spread dangerously high on my thigh as the material of my short dress showed so much off, fingers pushing into my bare skin. It was clear the message he was giving me I’d won the battle, but he’d win the war.

“Ready?” I whispered to George as we reached the club Florence had hired out.

“You’ll be lucky if you escape the night without being fucked in a V.I.P room,”

“You think I’d let you take me there?” His hand grabbed dangerously at my jaw, his eyes were dark with need.

“Sweetheart,” He whispered fingers touching my lips as he held onto me, “You’d let me fuck you wherever I wanted as long as it means you get to come,” I moved away from him.

“You think so low of me?”

“Opposite, I think highly of you, I just know how much you need my cock,”

“Well I won’t be needing it tonight,” I glared throwing the door opening and stepping out, I didn’t wait for George, knowing he’d catch me, and partly because he’d annoyed the absolute shit out of me, I walked up to Florence who was standing by the front door, her arms held out wide waiting for me.

“Y/N,” She cried rushing towards me in her high heels, “Where’s George?” She asked as she crushed me against her chest,

“I’m here,” His smooth voice laced with honey flowed over to noise of the crowd. “Happy Birthday, Flo,” He kissed her cheek before slapping a hand against Zach’s.

“I’ve missed you,” Florence cried into my ear. “Sersh is here tonight,” She whispered.

“Oh,” Saoirse Ronan, George’s ex, “Is she…” Still in love with him.

“I dunno babe, but if she tries anything,” Flo chuckled readying her fists for a fight. “You and George are endgame,”

“I hope so,” I mumbled against her cheek,

“Let’s get a drink,” Zach suggested wrapping a friendly arm around George and ushering him inside, Florence and I stumbling in together, unwilling to release our grips. Florence and I strut straight up to the waiter who held a tray of champagne glasses each taking one, Zach and George picking up a glass of whisky,

“George,” A voice called through the crowd. My blood went cold immediately. I knew that voice, George knew that voice. That voice belonged to the woman who tried to break us up. “Look at you,” Saoirse cooed as she approached up, her hands going to George’s shoulders as she kissed his cheeks.

“I’ll be back,” Zach kissed Florence’s temple as we both stayed engrossed in the scene in front of us.

“Sersh,” He beamed kissing her cheeks freely, happily as my eyes turned to daggers. “You look gorgeous.” He looked down her body.

“You need some more champagne,” Florence announced pulling me back to the table.

“Can you believe him,”

“Or her,” Florence shook her head. “I love Sersh, but she needs to get over him, it’s clear he’s happy with you and she just needs to stop.”

“He’s doing this cause I wore this dress, I bet you,” Florence moved back, looking down at my dress her eyes bugged wide. “He didn’t want me too,” 

“You look hot though, why wouldn’t he want that,”

“He doesn’t and I quote ‘doesn’t like the other men thinking they can have a shot’, what a load of bullshit,”

“You should dance with me, and with Noah.”

“You mean Noah from those Netflix movies?”

“Oh yes,” Florence's eyes gleamed maliciously. “The internets boyfriend,”

“Lead the way,” I held her hand following behind her as she leads me over to where Noah Centineo was standing talking to some of Florence's friends,

“Noah!” Florence cheered walking up to him, grabbing his free hand. “Dance with us,” Florence pulled us both to the dance floor turning herself around. “Noah, this is Y/N,”

“Hi,” I waved shyly.

“Y/N, needs to make her boyfriend jealous,” Florence chuckled, “Think you can help?”

“Does he deserve it?” Noah raised an eyebrow at Florence and me,

“Big-time,” We chimed.

“Then come here,” He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him, Florence staying in front of me. “Tell me if it makes you uncomfortable,” Noah had my breath hitching with the way that he pressed against me. It’d been a long time since I’d had someone who wasn’t George pushed against me, their body sitting against the crevices of mine. “Straddle my thigh,” He whispered into my ear,

“What?”

“Trust me,” He pulled me towards him and put his thigh between mine. His hands going around my waist, resting on my lower back. The next song blurred into the last and we didn’t stop,

“Y/N,” I heard George call, I opened one of my eyes and smirked, his eyes were dark as he watched Noah’s hands on my waist, the material of my short dress rising. “Come with me,”

“I don’t know,” I called spinning around. “I’m enjoying dancing,”

“Come. With. Me.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me away from Noah. I looked behind me and winked at Noah who shook his head.

“Happy to help,” He mouthed before turning back to dance with Florence.

“Where’s Saoirse?” I called over the thumping of the music? “I don’t see her attached to your leg like a dog,” George didn’t reply as he pulled me up the stairs to the V.I.P room, pushing me inside locking the door behind him.

“You think you’re cute?” He growled as I sat on the plush chair, “Dancing like that with another man?” His hands fumbled with the music control.

“He seemed to like it?” I smirked as Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande began to play.

Oh yeah Don't need permission Made my decision to test my limits 'Cause it's my business God as my witness

“If you like dancing so much,” He stood me up. “Dance for me.” He sat in my now empty seat,

As the music continued I began making my way slowly over to George, and as I moved to slide the straps of my dress down my shoulders his eyes drank me in, the heat igniting in between my legs. My heart started to thump faster with each step I took, my breath catching in my throat when I paused in front of him. His eyes bore into mine as I continued to sway my hips from side to side to the beat, every curve of my body becoming visible when I let my dress slip down my body pooling around my feet on the ground.

Start what I finished Don't need no hold up Taking control of this kind of moment I'm locked and loaded Completely focused my mind is open

I knew what I was doing when I choose my underwear carefully before I got dressed, and wearing one of George’s favourite sets was paying off. My breasts practically falling out of the confines of my bra, while my ass bare save for the string of my thong.

All that you got, skin to skin, oh my God Don't ya stop, boy

I’d never done this before, But I knew what George liked. I could do this. Leaning down I placed my palms on his bent knees. I bit my lip to stop a moan escaping as I slid my hand up his thighs before snaking them across his abdomen to his chest, leaving no muscle untouched. Fuck he felt good, even clothed.

Somethin' 'bout you makes me feel like a dangerous woman Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout you Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn't Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout

I turned quickly, hearing George shuffle in his seat as I began to sway my ass in his face. He didn’t speak as I explored my own body as if I were in the privacy of our home, not in some club in downtown LA. My hands ran from between my thighs up to my breasts as I sat down on his lap, leaning down to the floor giving him a glimpse of my ass before I sat up straight. I stood again, playing with the hem of my thong, teasing it off my body before dropping it to the ground before spinning to sit on George’s lap. His eyes transfixed on my body as I moved. His hand ran up my back, around my front to my neck giving it a tight squeeze.

Nothing to prove and I'm bulletproof and Know what I'm doing The way we're movin' like introducing Us to a new thing

“Fuck,” I whimpered as he did it again, his eyes widening more as my body reacted to him. I wanted to make him feel what I felt, and when I rolled my hips obscenely close to his dick I knew I’d succeeded when he held me down against it. “Think she can do this?” I murmured seductively as my mouth hovered dangerously close to his own, “Turn you on like this?”

I wanna savor, save it for later The taste of flavor, 'cause I'm a taker 'Cause I'm a giver, it's only nature I live for danger

“You know she can’t,” He hissed under his breath while I placed my hands on his shoulders, His arms wrapped around me, pulling me into him his low sigh barely reaching my ears as he held me tightly on his crotch and thrust his aching cock against me, “Only you make me this hard,”

All that you got, skin to skin, oh my God Don't ya stop, boy

“Good,” His lips parted in need as I circled my hips on his, my hands going to his head as I lost myself in a brief moment of pleasure.

Oh yeah Somethin' 'bout you makes me feel like a dangerous woman Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout you Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn't Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout you

“You love this don’t you?” He whispered against me. “Being up here, only your bra left, your hips on mine, waiting for me to fuck you,” He nibbled at my earlobe. “You’re a dirty girl.”

All girls wanna be like that Bad girls underneath, like that You know how I'm feeling inside (somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout)

“G,”

“Say it,” His lips went to mine, teeth dragging my bottom lip slowly between his teeth. He let it go, a moan being dragged from me as the pain sent me wild. “Say you’re dirty, darling,” He ordered, his face hovering closer to mine as his hand squeezed my throat. My eyes widened again as his hands closed around it. “Fuckin’ love that don’t you?”

“Yes,”

“Say it,”

All girls wanna be like that Bad girls underneath, like that You know how I'm feeling inside (somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout)

“I’m a dirty girl, for you.”

“Always wanted to try it on you,” He smashed his lips to mine, the kiss was wet and perfect. “Knew you’d fucking love it you slut,”

“Want you in my mouth G,” I whimpered, control completely lost.

“On your knee’s,” I dropped to the floor as George stood up, undoing his pants. I pulled them to the floor before going to his boxers, pulling the elastic with my teeth. His cock swung free as his boxers dropped to the floor, my hands honing in on his dripping cock. My tongue reaching out to lick the cum off the top. His hands went to my hair as a groan slipped from his lips. Pulling away I dragged my tongue down the entirety of his shaft, smirking as his hips jerked forward. He looked down at me as I moved my lips back down to the tip, wrapping them around it.

Somethin' 'bout you makes me feel like a dangerous woman Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout you Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn't Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout you

It became sinful the way I sucked his cock, bobbing my head up and down rhythmically to Arianna’s song, spit dripping out of my mouth and down to his balls, it was a good thing George was a fan of the sloppy blow jobs.

“Sucking me like it’s your fucking job,” George groaned hands teasing into my hair as he began to thrust his hips into my mouth. His hips bucked and he pushed himself into the back of my throat causing me to gag around him. “Fucking perfect,” He groaned hands pulling at my hair again. I went down on him again, swallowing him before he rudely pushed me off. “Enough.” He sat down on the seat and pulled me onto him. “Gonna fuck you now,” George pushed himself in with a groan, my accompanying moan getting lost in his neck. He buried himself as deep within me as he could manage, curses falling from his lips while he pulled out ever so slightly before slamming back in suddenly.

All girls wanna be like that Bad girls underneath like that You know how I'm feeling inside Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout

I didn’t get to see George like this very often, all-dominating and controlling and not the image he showed his fans. “Feel so fucking good, Y/N,” George growled. His blue eyes were blown, cheeks a deep pink and his chest was hard and sticky under my fingertips, his hands locked on my hips as they guided me down onto his cock again and again, deeper and deeper with each movement.

“Can you come for me, dove? Can you come for Daddy?” George choked out, and I could almost feel the bruises flourishing on my flesh where he was holding me on top of him, and he just looked so fucking gone and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I couldn’t hold it. I pushed my mouth to his mouth caught the sound of my orgasm rattling through me, my nails marking half-moons onto his chest with the force. “Oh, fuck,” George moaned at the explosion of pain and pleasure piercing through his body, fucking up into me as I rode him through our highs,

“Think she can do that?” I whispered.

All girls wanna be like that Bad girls underneath like that You know how I'm feeling inside (somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout)

“No one can do that,” He whispered, “Now be a good girl, while I put your plug in,”

“You brought it here?” He nodded reaching down to his jeans. “Why?”

Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout you

“As soon as I saw you in that fucking dress, I knew I’d need to plug you full of my cum, so other men could smell it on you,” He pulled the plug he’d brought me weeks ago out of his pants pocket. “Now, you are going to be a good little girl, and wear this for the rest of the party,” His hands went between us, pushing the plug inside me, replacing his cock “Keeping my cum inside of you, and when I get you home,” His hands left my thighs going to my throat, he pulled me closer, his lips near mine, “I’m going to lick it out of you.” He whispered as his tongue licked my lips. 

Fuck, he’d be the death of me. 

Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout you

[angryinternetduck]

Like a Fool

this... was supposed to be a uni friends to lovers fic.  oopsies :)  It’s still a university au (kind of? idk) but uh... well.  A bit under 2k words, no warnings I can think of besides a bit of swearing, potential underage drinking, lots of yearning, and some unpopular opinions on Starbucks. 

“You’re late,” you announced as you opened the door. 

Harry groaned, stumbling into your apartment and dumping his bag by the door. “Had the most horrific exam - lasted for hours, lad in the row behind me kept tapping his bloody pencil, questions were fucking rubbish - and then Java was closed.” 

You wrinkled your nose, shaking your head as you closed the door behind him. “Java’s coffee isn’t even good.” Harry glared at you from where he was stuffing chips into his mouth from the bowl on the coffee table. “‘s certainly better than that Starbucks shit you’re such a fan of.” 

“I’m not a fan of Starbucks,” you muttered. “Just better than Java.” 

“You so are,” Harry said with a grin. He raised his voice to copy yours, “Oh, I could just die for the caramel frappe whipped cherry cream chocolate hazel -” You scoffed, hitting him on the chest with the back of your hand, and cut him off, “You’re so dramatic! I do not sound like that.” 

“Yeah,” Harry said, “you do. Also, what’s the film, then? Doesn’t look familiar…” 

You sighed, collapsing onto the couch next to him. “It’s a new one.” 

Harry’s eyes narrowed as he turned to look at you skeptically. “A new one,” he echoed. 

“Yup,” you chirped, clicking on the remote. 

“Absolutely not,” Harry deadpanned as he saw the title. “I am not watching a movie called The Kissing Booth. Already sounds ridiculous.” You tsked, leaning against the arm of the couch and throwing your feet over his lap. “Give it a chance.” 

“This is rubbish,” Harry mumbled through another handful of chips, and you shushed him. 

He didn’t say anything when the movie ended, and you grinned, poking his shoulder with your finger. “You liked it,” you said, and he rolled his eyes. “I did not like it.” You laughed, poking him again, and exclaimed, “You loved it!” 

Harry scoffed, shaking his head. “It was cheesy and stupid and just unrealistic. It’s -” 

You laughed, shaking your head, and interrupted, “Dude, you’re literally describing every single one of your coveted classics. Look me in the eye and tell me The Notebook isn’t cheesy, stupid, and unrealistic.” 

Harry pursed his lips. “The Notebook is a classic.” 

“You’re so pretentious,” you said. 

“Oh, shush,” Harry said back, finally breaking into a smile, and then he sighed, dusting crumbs off his pants, and stretched. “Finished your essay, then?” he asked, glancing at your open computer. 

You groaned, hiding your face in your hands. “I don’t wanna talk about it.” 

“Wonderful,” Harry said, and you looked up to see him grabbing his stuff. “I’ve got to sleep, and you’ve got to write. Have fun with that.” You pouted, leaning over the couch, and said, “You should stay! I’ve got to introduce you to the modern rom com! You haven’t even seen Noah Centineo yet!” 

Harry made a face. “Sounds like a bug,” he said, and you laughed despite yourself. “Work on that essay,” Harry went on, “and next time, I am picking the film.” He grinned. “And it’s not going to have a multi legged bloody creature in it.” 

“Oh, go to Starbucks.” 

“Uncalled for,” Harry said. 

“See ya later,” you said. 

“Arrivederci,” he replied as he closed the door behind him. 

You sighed, turning to your laptop reluctantly, and got to work.  ***

“I need a date,” Harry declared as soon as he walked into your apartment the next week. 

You raised your eyebrows, able only to gape as he collapsed onto your sofa, and he frowned, noticing your expression. “You alright, then?” he asked, and you blinked. Cleared your throat. “Uh - yeah. What’s this about a date?” 

“Nick’s mum’s out for the weekend,” Harry explained, “so obviously he’s hosting a little something on Friday, and I need a date.” You nodded. “Right.” He raised an eyebrow at you. “So?” he asked, and you raised an eyebrow back. “So?” you echoed. 

“Have a start on the wine, did you?” Harry asked, grinning. “I need a date, so hook me up. Who’s single, who’s not, who’s complicated…” He faded off, staring at you expectantly, and you cleared your throat. “Right,” you said, sitting down next to him. “Um… well, I’ve got a friend…” 

Harry grinned, propping his head on his fist and leaning in. “Tell me more.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, she’s got a car and you can take her to the arcade,” you muttered, “but I dunno how friendly she’d be down in the sand.” Harry huffed. “Your references are woefully arcane.” You scoffed. “A, it’s Grease. B, arcane?” 

“Oi!” Harry exclaimed. “You’re getting off topic!” 

You sighed, picking at your fingernails. “Yeah, she’s nice. Name’s Casey. You’ll like her.” 

“Have her number?” 

You handed your phone over to him, and he laughed giddily as he scrolled through your contacts. “Bloody hell, need a proper shag - haven’t gotten laid in ages…” You made a face, shoving all the dirty thoughts flooding your head about Harry Styles and his proper shags, and told him, “Shush, Styles, nobody wants to hear about your sex life.” 

He looked up, smirking. “Sure about that?” 

“Oh, shut up,” you muttered, distracting yourself from his smirk by flicking through the TV. “Figured out your movie?” you asked. “Or should I find your hundred legged boyfriend?” Harry grinned, apparently finished keying in Casey’s number into his phone, and grabbed the remote from your hands. “The Notebook,” he announced, and you scoffed. 

“You’re kidding,” you groaned, flopping onto your back. “We’ve seen it a million times!” 

“That’s what you get for comparing this classic to that kissy bench rubbish,” Harry hummed, clicking on the movie and getting situated as the sun rose and Ryan Gosling’s name flashed on the screen. 

You sighed, and grabbed a few chips, and prepared for the two hours of boredom. 

***

You were watching Harry flirt with Casey, all dimples and bad jokes and too close touches, when you decided that you were going to get drunk. Harry laughed as you walked over to the refrigerator, and whispered something in Casey’s ear that made her giggle and lean in as you cracked open the bottle of beer. 

It tasted disgusting. 

You weren’t really a fan of good beer, much less this cheap piss water the little fridge was stocked with. It tasted sour in your mouth, but maybe that’s just because you were a bit sour yourself over the whole Harry situation. 

It was weird, the whole thing, because you really shouldn’t have been mad. It was your fault and your fault alone that you hadn’t told Harry about your ginormous crush on him, that you hadn’t kissed him or confessed or even talked about feelings with him ever. 

So you had no right to be mad. 

Harry wasn’t yours. And really, he never would be. 

You sighed and wondered if there was any other alcohol in the huge house you were in that would taste better or, at the very least, get you drunk faster. You could probably ask somebody, but that would mean talking and social interaction, and you were really just not in the mood for that at the moment. 

A few seconds after you peeled your eyes away from Casey twirling her finger around one of Harry’s stray curls (he really needed a hair cut, you thought irritably), letting your gaze wander, somebody shouted your name from behind you. 

You sighed as you recognized his voice, letting faux annoyance flash over your face when all you wanted to do was turn around and kiss him, and asked, “How are you already drunk? We’ve been here less than an hour!” Harry giggled - he tended to do that when he was drunk - and shrugged, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “‘m not drunk,” he told you, slurring his words, and you rolled your eyes. “Sure.” 

“Really!” Harry exclaimed, giggling to himself like he knew he was lying. “Really, swear it, lovey, ‘m sober as - as -” He faltered, and then laughed again, and said, “I’m sober!” You bit back a smile and said, “Whatever you say, Styles.” 

“Look bored, lovey,” Harry murmured, leaning on the wall next to you. 

“You’re very observant,” you said, and Harry pouted. “Shouldn’t be bored. Should be happy!” He gave a little smile, lifting up a finger to bop you on the nose. “Deserve to be happy, lovey.” You flushed, looking away. “Where’s Casey?” 

“Oh, somewhere…” 

You looked at your beer. “Seem to like her a lot.” 

“Mhmm,” Harry hummed absently. A beat of silence, and then he said your name, and you looked up. He suddenly seemed a lot closer than before, and you blushed harder. “Yeah?” you asked, your voice coming out a whisper. 

“Can I kiss you?” he murmured. 

You blinked, startled. “I -” 

He was so close, still leaning in, so, so close, that you breathed, “Yes,” and he barely had to move for your lips to meet. He tasted like tequila and that cheap beer, but somehow minty and buttery and wonderfully sweet and perfect. 

And then, just like that, he was gone, his breaths just a tad quick, his cheeks tinged red. “You’re the bestest,” he told you softly, just a bit breathless. “The bestest in the world,” he repeated, laughing slightly. 

“I -” 

“Harry!” Casey squealed from behind him, and then he was whisked away. 

***

You didn’t talk to him for almost a whole week after that. 

And then, when he was supposed to come over for a movie and he was forty minutes late, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You walked over to his apartment, and knocked hard, ready to be mad or yelled at or have your heart broken, and waited. 

But he didn’t look upset. He looked overjoyed. “Guess what?” he asked as soon as he opened the door, not even saying hello. “I have got a date!” You froze, unable to do anything but gape, and he said, “Casey was all upset because I didn’t call her or summat, and I decided to, like, ask her out on a proper date, you know? And she said yes!” 

“Um - congratulations?” you finally managed, and he grinned, nodding as he fiddled with his tie. He frowned, glancing down at it, and you sighed, reaching forward. “Help?” you asked, already nudging his fingers away and pulling the knot through. 

“Thanks a million,” Harry said, already grabbing his keys. “Hope you don’t mind I’m missing movie night, yeah? You understand.” You opened your mouth to argue, but he went on, “I can’t wait. Bloody hell, this is gonna be - have you seen my wallet?” 

“On the shelf,” you answered reflexively, and he grinned, pocketing it. 

“Wicked,” he said, and his hand was on the door when you finally said, “Wait!” 

He paused, turning around. “What?” 

“Are we gonna - are you ever gonna -” 

Harry frowned. “What?” he asked again. 

You bit your lip. “The kiss?” 

“What kiss?” 

You faltered, and he asked, “What are you talking about?” 

“The party,” you said, your voice barely there.

He blinked. “Oh.” 

A beat of silence, and then you said, “Harry?” 

“I was drunk,” Harry said, and then he repeated, “I was drunk.” He cleared his throat. “I don’t - I don’t like you like that.” He frowned. “You know that, yeah?” You nodded. “Of course,” you whispered, and it sounded like a lie even to your own ears. 

But Harry just smiled, and opened the door, and said, “Good. See ya later, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you said, and then Harry left, and you were alone, standing in his apartment like a fool. 

***

HELLO IF UR FEELING SAD DON’T!!!! HERE’S PART TWO!!!!!

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[bffnct]

kiss me

pairing park jisung x reader

genre fluff, best friends to lovers

word count 2k

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you lay next to jisung, tucked comfortably in his side with his arm on the back of the sofa, the only source of light coming from the tv in the middle of the dorm’s living room. luckily, the dreamies were on vacation, the other boys gone to visit their families while jisung stayed back with you since you were also on break from school. there was a large bowl of popcorn nestled inbetween your crossed legs, filled up to the brim of the microwave popcorn the boys had laying around, an almost gross amount of butter and salt added to it (though you and jisung werent planning on eating their entire stash, but hey thats a problem for jaemin to handle).

your favorite movie, To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before was playing on the one and only netflix account you and the dreamies shared, and any chance you had to get your best friend of nearly 15 years to watch one of your cheesy teen-romance movies, you took it and ran with it.

the only problem was actually getting him to pay attention, the taller boy slumped in the sofa with his long legs taking up almost the whole floor space between the sofa and the coffee table, his other hand occupied with his phone, his eyes glued to the screen. you wrinkled your nose at him, disappointed in the fact that he had missed approximately 15 scenes of your soon-to-be-husband, Noah Centineo in all of his handsome glory, playing the character of Peter.

jisung didnt even notice you looking at him, too invested in his instagram feed, so when you threw a popcorn at his face, he flinched, dropping his phone in the process. he was about to pinch you when you raised your hand at him, bluffing that you were gonna hit him,  which worked in making him back down almost every time. jisung sucked his teeth and crossed his arms, sulking as he looked at the screen for the 5th time.

‘watch the movie’ you whined, jutting out your bottom lip and making your eyes big, playfully smacking him on the chest, jisung deadpanning at your attempt to get him to actually watch the movie. ‘watch the movie’ he mimicked you in a tiny, whiney voice, scrunching his nose back at you, giving you a cheeky smile before returning his eyes back to the screen. you narrowed your eyes at him, getting comfortable in his side again. in the span of the two of you bickering, you had completely forgotten where you were in the movie, until the scene went dark, and Peter lays in the hot tub.

oh. you were at that part. the kissing part.

you could feel jisung shift uncomfortably next to you, his body tensing up slightly as Lara Jean climbed into the hot tub with Peter, tension in the air in both the scene and between you and jisung. you knew jisung cringed whenever a kissing scene came on, and when Peter grabbed Lara’s leg and threw it over his waist so that she was straddling him, the two of them leaning in to share a steamy kiss in the hot tub, jisung flailed his impossibly long limbs around, nearly knocking over your bowl of popcorn. seriously, this boy was a walking noodle. ‘this is so gross! god, why do you like watching these things?’ he huffed, covering his eyes with his large hands, dragging them down his face, glaring at you with a very unamused expression on his face. ‘what?! theyre in love!’ you clasped your hands together, an exaggerated sigh leaving your lips as you pretend-fainted onto jisungs shoulder, looking up at your best friend with sparkling eyes. ‘i wish i had a tall, handsome boyfriend to come sweep me off my feet and kiss me like that!’ you stuck your tongue out at jisung, sitting up and crossing your arms.

jisung felt himself stiffen at the sight of your pink tongue peeking through your soft lips, gulping as he rolled his eyes once again, trying to ignore his heart that was beating at a rapid pace. ‘you have a tall, handsome boy right next to you’ he mumbled, deadpanning you once again. did this boy ever smile? it was hard for you to take him seriously, so you just let out a nervous laugh. ‘ji, we’re best friends, almost like siblings. if we kissed i think that’d be like, lowkey incest’ you tried to hide the shakiness in your voice. you couldnt even hear the movie playing in the background anymore, the sound of your beating heart muffling out any sound in your ears.

if the lights werent off, surrounding the room in darkness except for the tv, you’re sure jisung would be able to see your beet-red cheeks. the eye contact the two of you held was almost uncomfortable, an invisible string seeming to bring the two of you closer. jisung took the bowl of popcorn from between your legs, putting it on the coffee table before he crawled over you, your back now pressed against the seats of the sofa, jisung caging over you, looking up at him with wide eyes.

‘ji, what are you-‘

‘kiss me’ he said, his expression rock solid, contrasting the way he was nearly sweating and the way his heart was about to explode out of his chest. you nearly choked on your own saliva, the bluntness of his words making your heart skip a beat. ‘what?! why me? why dont YOU kiss me?’ you complained, feeling your breath become labored at the change of the air between you.

‘why do i have to do everything?’ he mumbled, taking a deep breath of air through his nose before he leaned down and connected his lips with yours.

your eyes shot open in a split second, a small scream threatening to escape your mouth. you didnt actually expect him, your best friend and life-long crush, to KISS you. there was no way he was kissing you, right? his lips were way too soft and the way his hair brushed against your forehead was almost too perfect, this couldnt be real, you had to be dreaming. you closed your eyes, expecting this to all end by the next time you opened your eyes, hopefully waking up from this dream.

that was until he breathed out, the cool air fanning across your skin, his tongue lightly swiping over your bottom lip. that set off electric sparks to flow all the way through your body, stopping at your fingertips. you gasped, parting your lips, allowing jisung to playfully lick at your tongue before he pulled back, looking down at you with wide, blown out eyes, your eyes the same way.

‘was that too much? shit, im sorry i shouldnt have kissed you, fuck-‘

you cut him off, grabbing the back of his neck and crashing your lips back into his, this kiss slower, no tongue, just the feeling of your lips molding together. it was so intimate, almost too much to handle. you couldnt explain the feelings that were blooming from your heart. you were happy, shocked, and you wanted to cry all at the same time. jisung pulled away again, the two of you out of breath, hearts threatening to leap out of your chests.

you could feel the tears threatening to escape your eyes, and instead of letting jisung see you get all emotional over a kiss, you started to smack at his arms until he was no longer over you, leaning back to sit on his heels. ‘jisung! why did you kiss me?!’ you yelled at him, still smacking the boy anywhere you could reach him. ‘ow! ow! fuck-y/n! stop hitting me!’ he brought his arms to his face, trying to curl up in a ball to shield himself from your ruthless attack on him (as if a boy his height could actually manage to make himself small).

you felt him grab your wrists with his hands, his scowl softened when he was finally able to see your face, your eyes shiny and cheeks wet. ‘hey, hey, what happened?’ his deep voice held concern and fright in it, afraid he had done something to hurt you. you sniffled, looking at the bowl of popcorn, avoiding eye contact. ‘y/n, im sorry for kissing you, if you dont feel the same way thats totally fine.’ he said with a soft voice, releasing one of your wrists to wipe the trails of tears from your cheeks with his thumb.

‘god, youre so dumb’ you mumbled, looking at him. his eyebrows knit together in confusion, lips slightly parted. ‘of course i feel the same way! that’s why im crying! do you know how long i’ve liked you?’ you exclaimed, making jisung fall silent.

you, the girl of park jisung’s dreams, and his best friend of 15 years, actually liked him back?

he looked at you with wide eyes, unable to believe what was happening. ‘do you know how long i’ve liked YOU?? i thought i made myself obvious! all of the cuddle sessions we had, the times we’ve held hands, when i play with your hair, i just thought you didn’t like me back!’ he complained, running a hand through his black hair out of frustration. jisung looked you dead in the eyes, fumbling his hands around to find yours, lacing your fingers together.

‘so you’re telling me, this whole time we’ve both liked eachother? we just never saw the signs?’ you said in a shaky voice, blushing when you saw your small hands holding jisung’s big ones. something about this felt different, the way his hands cradled yours, his thumb running over yours in the most perfect way. it made both of your hearts race, a pink tint coming up to rest on your cheeks.

‘uh, no shit, sherlock’ jisung teased, giving you one of his heart-melting smiles, raising your interlocked hands up to his face, kissing the back of your hands. you stuck out your tongue at him, unable to hold back the giggle that was bubbling in your chest. ‘ji?’ you whispered, looking down at your hands once again. ‘yeah?’ he leaned in slightly, unable to hear you clearly.

‘i think i’m in love with you, actually’ you looked back up at jisung, and thats when it hit him. your red nose, pink cheeks, puffy, sparkling eyes and soft, kiss-swollen lips. ‘i-‘ his voice cracked, clearing his throat.

‘i think i’m in love with you too, y/n’

your eyes widened, a big smile spreading across your lips, jisung matching your expression. you reached over and grabbed a hand-full of the now soggy popcorn, hurling it at him, bursting out in a fit of giggles. ‘jisung! you’re so cheesy! cheesier than this movie!’ you playfully wrestled with him, laughs and screams filling the living room. ‘yah! thats gonna stain the couch and when jaemin yells at me for it im not gonna cover for you!’ jisung threatens, finally getting his feet on your stomach to kick you off of him.

your laughing dies down, a comfortable silence filling the air. you two just sit there, staring at eachother, admiring eachother’s features. your heart swells up for the millionth time that night, reaching up and brushing his hair back and out of his face. jisung turns his head and playfully licks at your hand, chuckling at the way you pull back, a grimace on your pretty face.

you purse your lips at jisung. ‘so..does this mean i can call you my boyfriend?’ you asked in a tiny voice, scooting closer to him, your knees bumping together. ‘only if i get to call you my girlfriend’ jisung leans in and rubs his nose against yours, giving it a quick peck right after.

you smile, the two of you looking at eachother like you two put stars in the sky.

‘i like the sound of that’, you say, sealing the deal with a kiss.

[svtxsoju]

➼ soju + yakult | miss soju’s advice

Miss Soju is Pouring... 

for soju and yakult shots: pour equal parts soju, yakult, and sprite into a pitcher and stir well. best served cold. if you are new to drinking, this sweet concoction is definitely easier to swallow down than just straight soju. it’ll also make you feel like you’re at recess with your playground crush! (please drink responsibly)

Welcome to the first ever entry of the Dear Miss Soju advice column! Though it’s only our second week back, it seems like some students have already ventured into the wondrous (and stressful) world of college romance. I have to say my sympathies especially goes out to the freshman, who are now trying to figure out the ropes of college while dealing with their aching hearts. 

That’s why I’m here to help you take that first intimidating sip of love. Pour yourself a shot and let’s talk New Love and Confessions!

① Dear Miss Soju, 

I just started my first year at MU and she’s an exchange student from New York. We met at a party and talked for two hours about comics, aliens, anything we could think of. It was perfect. She even asked me to walk her home. When the time came for me to make a move though, I kind of dropped the ball. Since we had just met that night, I didn’t want to come off too strong. Now I really regret it - I don’t even have her phone number. I feel like such an idiot! I can’t stop thinking about her, but I don’t even know if I’ll ever talk to her again. Did I make myself seem disinterested? Will we meet again? Will she even remember me?

Sincerely,

Han Solo

Dear Han Solo,

You got some really big questions for me there! Now I could tell you that you will most definitely meet again if you really are fated to be, phone number exchanges be damned, but then I would be lying. Mansae University has a big campus and there’s really no guarantee that you’ll serendipitously meet each other again like you’re in an episode of ‘Crash Landing on You’. 

Luckily, you’ll probably have an easier time finding her knowing that she’s here on exchange. MU’s exchange program is pretty close-knit, so if you do some snooping around, I think you’d find your dream girl soon enough.You’re probably thinking ‘Miss Soju, what if she thinks I’m creepy?’ Well, it all just depends on how you go about it, Han Solo. I’m only telling you to go find her because a two hour conversation about your favorite things and a walk home seems evidence enough that you just made a small fumble that night. If, however, she tells you that you’ve been kidding yourself and that she was just being nice, then leave her the f**k alone! It’s that easy.

Honestly though, I think you’re just being really hard on yourself. I can’t promise that it will all work out between the two of you once you find her. What I can promise is that you won’t feel any better by whining on your butt about it. So go do something about it!

② Dear Miss Soju, 

Hi! I’m kind of nervous to be sending this in, but this has been driving me insane all summer, so here goes nothing. This past summer, I had broken up with my boyfriend, and because of this I was flunking all my classes. One day in the middle of the semester, we suddenly got a new TA and well, one look at him and all the solutions to my problems were all too easy, so I asked him to privately tutor me. With each session, we started to talk about non-academic topics, and I felt myself falling deeper and deeper for his contagious laugh and oh, those dreamy eyes. He is honestly such a sweetheart! I really want to be more than his friend and he’s sending signs that he wants that too. This must sound super simple and cliche to you, but I just don’t know how to move forward! Should I wait for him to say something first or should I make the first move? Please help!

Sincerely,

Blushing Crush

Dear Blushing Crush,

I’m so glad that you decided to write even though you were nervous! If I’m being honest, your situation is not an uncommon one. If you read the rest of this article, you’ll find there was one other person whose question was eerily similar to yours. But that just goes to show that having a crush is never simple and plenty of people need some gentle guidance in the right direction. Lucky for you, you can consider me your personal tutor for the subject of romance. I don’t know if I’ll measure up to Dreamy Eyes (I hope that his ~tutoring~ helped you pass that class btw), but I’ll definitely help you ace this crush! Since you claim your story is cliche, why not take the unexpected route? I mean, it’s the end of September! Both of you are stuck at neutral, waiting for the other to shift gears. If you feel he’s giving you signals, I say follow them and gun that accelerator. It might be nerve-wracking at first, but I promise you will feel so relieved that you took the initiative. 

Also, I hope this response has eased your nerves about writing to me. There is no crisis too simple or too cliche - everyone starts somewhere!

③ Dear Miss Soju,

My story is pretty simple: I like someone, but I haven’t told them yet. We met at the department welcome party last week and they sat beside me the entire time and even took some shots for me when I kept losing at the drinking games. I mean, it was basically love at first sight. They’re probably the most beautiful, kindest person I’ve ever met and I think that they deserve an amazing and memorable confession. But for the life of me, I  can’t seem to think of the perfect way to let them know that I feel this way. Do I write it in the sky? Do I name a highway after them? Please help me, this is my last resort for ideas.

Sincerely,

Jazz Hands

Dear Jazz Hands, 

Wow, one week in and you’re already ready to risk it all for this person! At the risk of sounding like a simp, I think this is one of the cutest requests I’ve gotten this week. Your life sounds like a teenage romantic comedy in real life; I’m just waiting for the part where Noah Centineo busts in to sweep you off your feet. 

That being said, a week is a pretty short time leading up to a confession. Let it be known that rom-coms still have their fair share of cringe-worthy angst leading up to the climax, and your story has barely even begun. It sounds like you barely know them, which is probably why you’re having such a hard time planning out your confession. There is definitely no shame in skipping the rom-com tropes and simply getting to know your beloved a little more, while building your relationship with them. In real life, it takes a little more time to build all that juicy tension that ends in an explosive kiss in the rain (and maybe a lil something more after if you’re into that). 

HOWEVER, if you insist on confessing as soon as possible, I think a simple “I like you’ would suffice. Maybe even get them a rose from the flower shop near campus. Both of you sound like some of the sweetest people at Mansae U, so I think your crush will appreciate the sentiment no matter how extravagant your confession is! 

Really though, you should probably just talk to them more.

④ Dear Miss Soju,

First, let me say I am so excited about this column! I am somewhat inexperienced, so I’m usually embarrassed to ask my friends for help since they’re all so much more outgoing than me. I’m glad to have a place where I can freely ask my noob questions without getting weird stares. I’ve always been somewhat shyer, but this summer, I met a guy that made me want to get out of my comfort zone. It might sound cliche, but he was the perfect man! Funny, kind-hearted, and the deepest, dreamiest eyes. I’ve never met anyone like him. We slowly talked more and more, and now I think I’m ready for the next level. It’s a really foreign feeling to me; sometimes it makes me so giddy and other times I’m scared out of my wits. Any tips on how I can overcome my fears and let him know I like him? 

Sincerely,

Clueless Flush

Dear Clueless Flush,

Thank you so much for your support! I’m so glad that you found me, because this column was definitely created with situations like yours in mind, and now I get to write to you. Believe it or not, I was also shy and inexperienced once. In my mind, romance was scary and unpredictable, but now? Not so much! It took me a little while to study and gather all my notes, but now romance is as easy to read as the pages of a textbook. I’ll be real with you though, I’m very impressed that this one man has made you level up from shy noob to prepared confessor. I’d say most people tend to wait around for something to happen (which is usually what leaves them disappointed). I really respect you for taking the initiative even when you’re scared - that’s true courage right there. From what I know, the easiest way to overcome those fears is to not overcome them at all. There’s no use trying to convince yourself that you’re not scared, because when the time comes, you’ll still feel nervous anyway. Next time you’re with him, just let the conversation flow naturally. Try not to think too much about confessing. If you get that giddy feeling, if you feel like you’ll burst if you don’t let him know how you feel, that’s when you just let it happen. Then voila, you’ve confessed to your crush and you’ve snagged the perfect man. I wish you the best of luck! Please feel free to write again if you have any questions once you two are together!

[secondwintersoldier]

tw: parental death, manipulation, heavy on the abuse/dv, murder, lots of BAD THINGS!!! IC PORTION; BASICS —

CHARACTER NAME/ALIAS: Richard James “RJ” Boyle / Winter Solider (II)

FACECLAIM: Noah Centineo

AFFILIATIONS: HYDRA, The Task Force

AGE (physical age as well, if different): 21. He was injected with the super soldier serum shortly after his 21st birthday, and so RJ will remain physically 21 until his death.

SPECIES (human, metahuman, alien, etc): Complicated. RJ started out entirely human, though he has been permanently altered by the serum, making him a meta human.

IS YOUR CHARACTER’S IDENTITY SECRET OR PUBLIC? Secret, for the time being.

IF SECRET, OR YOUR CHARACTER IS A CIVILIAN, DO THEY HAVE A CIVILIAN OCCUPATION?: He’s fully controlled by the ISA

DOES YOUR CHARACTER LIVE IN THE MOUSEHOLE? IF SO, WHAT ARE THEIR DUTIES? No

DESCRIBE SIX TRAITS (3 positive, 3 negative) YOUR CHARACTER HAS AND HOW THESE AFFECT THEM:

+ CHARISMATIC: RJ hasn’t lost his charisma, even with all of the brainwashing, conditioning and abuse. Prior to HYDRA, RJ was a goofy kid and some of that still remains. He’s an assassin that will talk your ear off while actively trying to kill you, boyish smile and all. RJ is, overall, horribly under socialized and takes every and any opportunity he can get to chat and be social.

+ QUICK-THINKING: RJ is always one step ahead, always ready, always waiting. He’s quick on his feet and isn’t easily frustrated or swayed when shit inevitably hits the fan and things veer off plan. He usually has back-up plans to his back-up plans, but he’s excellent at thinking on the fly as well. He’s resourceful and has been trained to use whatever is available to him, and has a good eye for these types of things.

+ PATIENT: RJ will lay in wait for however long is needed of him. He spent years in a HYDRA facility staring at a wall to pass the time, and so it is safe to say that he could literally wait to watch paint dry. This certainly aids him when it comes to missions and field work. RJ’s able to put in the leg work, do the recon required for his missions without jumping in too soon. He’s trained to wait for the perfect, most opportune moment, and he’s quite good at it.

- OBSESSIVE: RJ has tunnel vision when it comes to...most everything. He fixates and he is unable to see the bigger picture. When RJ is on task, it’s hard for him to think of anything else other than the steps that will get him to the end result. He isn’t easily side-tracked, which could be considered beneficial, but RJ’s tunnel-visioned to the point of absolute obsession. He won’t sleep, won’t eat, won’t do anything else until the task has been completed.

- UNSTABLE: After everything he has been through, ‘unstable’ is an absolute understatement. RJ is unpredictable, prone to violent tendencies, and his moods come and go like the wind. He’s impossible to predict and has little to no handle on his emotions and the actions that follow.

- DESPERATE: RJ, above all else, wants to belong. He will do whatever it takes to please the hand that feeds him in hopes that he might receive praise or love in return. He’s never been worthy, according to Mr. Colt, and RJ has run out of ideas of how to please his handler and superiors. He’s done everything they asked, and will continue to do so. They say jump, and he asks how high.

POWERS AND/OR ABILITIES: RJ is a master assassin. With this comes the general expertise in a vast assortment of weaponry and hand-to-hand combat. His training has been very thorough, and it is safe to say RJ excels at every challenge thrown his way. RJ is a master tactician and strategist, and speaks a wide assortment of languages. Due to being injected with the super soldier formula, RJ was gifted enhanced strength/durability/speed/agility/reflexes/healing and also (in theory) an extended lifespan.

WEAKNESSES: RJ is a puppet, and his handler holds the strings. For the most part, RJ has not required “activation”” as he goes on his missions quite willingly, though the threat is there if needed. His identity has been stripped from him, and all that he’s known for years is the Winter Solider. He does not remember a time before HYDRA with only fleeting memories passing as dreams from his childhood. RJ is unstable and is prone to episodes of becoming unhinged where he exhibits extreme violence and lack of restraint. There’s a sense of desperation to him, an instinctual need to be loved by the hand that feeds him, though to be honest the best RJ has gotten is kicked while being fed from the floor. In a sense, he’s very naive for the fact that his social skills are greatly lacking and he’s desperate for any sort of affection or love that he’ll take what he can get.

IC PORTION; DETAILS —

WHAT BROUGHT YOUR CHARACTER TO SOKOVIA? The ISA. RJ doesn’t quite know where he was before Sokovia - he was kept indoors mostly, and the windows of every car he was transported in were dark.

DID THEY SIGN THE ACCORDS? WHY OR WHY NOT? No, simply for the fact that he wasn’t asked. He’d do anything asked of him by his handler, so this is a possibility in the future.

PROVIDE 3-5 HEADCANONS RELATED TO YOUR CHARACTER:

RJ loved any and all media he was able to get his hands on during his time in HYDRA, the majority of which were old and classic movies. He watched the variety he was able to keep in his room to the point of memorization, and old/black-and-white movies are his comfort.

That being said, a big bulk of how RJ learned how to socialize at all comes from these movies. His only interaction for over a decade was with HYDRA agents and Colt, and so most of his knowledge of how socialization works was gathered from the same ten movies he watched on repeat.

RJ has a sweet tooth that he has little to no control over. This could be due to the fact that he was vastly food insecure for the entirety of his adolescence, but RJ will eat an entire pan of brownies all to himself in just a matter of minutes.

Sleep is evasive to RJ and has been since his training began, though it has gotten much worse since he was injected with the super soldier serum. He survives on just a few hours a night, and that’s enough to keep him functioning.

RJ keeps a journal, and it details his training from the time he began at HYDRA up until the present. It’s elaborate, spares no details, and is helpful for him to try to keep his head on straight.

RJ’s activation sequence has never been used, though he has been conditioned with one. It is: crimson, wistful, thirteen, current, snarl, eclipse, seven, anguish, twenty-one, voyage.

CHARACTER BIO —

tw: parental death, manipulation, heavy on the abuse/dv, murder

In truth, RJ remembered nothing before HYDRA. He did  not even know what “RJ” stands for. That was likely their intention, and they were successful. His file, inaccessible to him and under highly restricted access, would detail the following:

Richard James Boyle was born on Christmas Eve in the year 1999 in Woodbridge, New Jersey. His father was a conman, an outright criminal in his own right but he was good at what he did. His mother was sickly and his father couldn’t make ends meet, and so Richard Sr. turned to bigger crime in an attempt to keep his family afloat. Six bank heists in two years, and then he was caught and sent to prison when RJ was still a baby. His mother made do, they survived best they could until they couldn’t anymore. She passed away when RJ was five, and his memories of her even before HYDRA were fleeting. He dreamed of her sometimes, even still, but he could never remember her face.

Foster homes were the name of the game for the rest of his childhood.. Nothing was consistent, it felt as though as soon as he got settled he was packing up his belongings in a big black trash bag and being shipped off to the next one. This happened for several years, until his tenth year. The final family he was with sold RJ over to HYDRA for the cash, and with that RJ Boyle ceased to exist in the world he was used to and his training began.

He was handed over to Colt, who was RJ’s handler and responsible for both raising and training RJ. He was raised in a HYDRA facility, in a room that could be described as something one would see in a prison or a hospital, with Mr. Colt coming and going. The brainwashing began almost immediately, as Colt and his superiors wanted to ensure that their new asset was fully under their thumb.

RJ was the newest addition to the Winter Soldier program, an initiative that had  been long since abandoned. The history that followed was painful at best, and absolutely formative. Mr. Colt could be described as cruel, manipulative and abusive. RJ was not fed consistently, often beaten and tormented, and was taught that love and affection would be something that he would have to earn. RJ was told he showed potential, was gifted with talent and it was his duty to use that talent and potential. RJ was told that any worthwhile person would not waste their potential, would grab it by the horns and take it, and only then would he have value. His early trainings and missions were sloppy, and RJ was punished severely for this. He didn’t like killing, wasn’t particularly good at it, but that would change soon. He found it was easier not to think about it, treat it like any other job, and that was when things began to turn around.

His education was limited, certainly not formal, and only included what HYDRA and Mr. Colt thought would benefit their long term goals. So much of his training revolved around the Winter Soldier, whom RJ was taken in to emulate. RJ spent hours on end studying all the footage there was on Bucky Barnes, the original Winter Soldier, and reading every single file HYDRA had on the man. Over time, he could dictate the files from memory alone and could replicate the Winter Soldier's fighting style. Better yet, he knew his weaknesses, and his real mission became clear: to defeat the Winter Soldier. On top of this, RJ was shown the files of every other vigilante that HYDRA had at their disposal: he studied and studied and studied, and then practiced what he had learned.

He was seventeen when HYDRA began to fall, and RJ was shuffled around more often than not, moving from base to base as the organization struggled to stay hidden and alive. RJ’s training would continue, and he began to exceed expectations. He won every spar, he could assemble and disassemble every weapon handed to him with his eyes closed before using the weapon in question in record time. He was damn near undefeatable in the field, and finally he felt worthy. Mr. Colt disagreed.

On Christmas Day in 2020, RJ was given the super soldier serum after eleven years of training. He had been preparing for this for years, had studied and worked harder than he thought he ever could, and he finally proved worthy to the program. RJ was better than before - faster, stronger, more resilient, enhanced in every way. He was put through a myriad of tests, several field missions, to put his skills to the test and RJ aced every single one of them. One better, he did not require the hypnosis in place to force his hand and went on his missions willingly.He was no longer sloppy - he was clean, precise and deadly.

He was shipped off to Sokovia in February of 2021 with instructions that he would be working for the ISA’s Task Force. He was an agent, and would be at their disposal. Mr. Colt would not be coming with him, something that RJ was unsure of how to feel about as he had been the hand to feed him all these years. He would have a new handler, an unknown, and RJ didn’t like those. After all, it was his job to be prepared and stay one step ahead.

But it was nice to have a little more freedom. RJ Boyle was instructed to immerse himself in Matchak, to gain intel, to get comfortable with the lay of the land. The Winter Soldier would be needed soon, and it was RJ’s job to be sure he was ready.

WRITING SAMPLE —

EXTRAS —

Myers Briggs: ENTJ Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff Zodiac: Capricorn Sin: Envy

[allthingsfangirl101]

Breaking Up Is Hard To Do Part 1– Noah Centineo

Part 2

I sighed as I looked at my phone to see that I had been sitting in the restaurant at our usual table for over an hour. I also noticed there wasn't a single call or text warning me that he would be late. He said he had a meeting, but that was over an hour before he was supposed to be here. He swore he'd be done in time for dinner.

Just like I predicted, he wasn't.

I looked up, my cheeks burning when I saw the waitress who has stopped at my table every fifteen minutes smile sadly at me.

"Can I get you something else to drink?" She asked, gesturing towards my soda that was definitely flat by now. "Maybe something stronger?"

"No, thank you," I replied politely. "He isn't going to make it. Sorry, I took up a table." I slowly stood up, smoothing out my skirt. I tried to pay for the soda but she wouldn't take the money. I sent her a half-hearted smile as I left the restaurant.

The whole drive back to my apartment, tears threatened to spill. I knew that the second they did, everything I've felt over the past couple of months would come rushing out like a dam breaking.

Noah's career has taken off since To All The Boys I've Loved Before and the Fosters and, if I'm being completely honest, it's been hard on me. I love watching him work and blossom into something more. I just wish he wasn't gone all the time, he didn't come home late at night, and he didn't stand me up on dinner dates.

I pulled into the driveway, a shaky breath leaving my lips as I put my car in park. I felt as if my feet were made of lead as I walked up the short path. I unlocked the door, sighing when I expected to see anything other than lights off.

I headed straight upstairs and started getting ready for bed. I took my makeup off, pulled my hair into a messy bun, and slipped into a pair of leggings. I decided to spend the next few hours sitting on my bed, reading a book.

I didn't bother to look up when I heard the front door open a little over an hour later. I sank into the pillows as I heard him moving around downstairs. When I started to hear footsteps walk up the stairs, I held my breath waiting for him.

"Hey, baby."

I didn't look up when he walked in. I continued reading my book, or trying to, as he tossed his jacket near the closet. I felt him stop at the end of the bed, waiting for me to say hi back.

"Y/N?" He asked when I didn't say anything. "Everything okay?"

"You forgot," I said, not looking up from the book.

"Forgot what?" He asked slowly.

I looked up at him, not hiding the hurt look on my face. "Seriously?" I asked, my voice breaking. I shook my head and looked back down at my book.

"Y/N," he sighed. "What did I forget, babe? Did I forget to pick something up? Did I forget something at work? Did I forget. . ."

I put my book down, waiting to see if he would remember. I watched as his eyes widened. "Dinner," he said softly. I rolled my eyes as I got off the bed and walked to the bathroom.

"Y/N," he grabbed my arm to stop me. "I am so sorry."

"Of course you are," I sighed as I pulled my arm out of his hold and walked to the bathroom, slamming the door shut. I took longer than needed to finish getting ready for bed. When I was finally ready, I hesitated to walk out into the room.

When I did, Noah was pacing back and forth. He stopped and looked up when I opened the door. "Y/N," he said, sounding relieved. He quickly walked over, stopped in front of me and grabbed my hands in his. "I am so sorry I forgot about dinner. Were you waiting long?"

"Was I waiting long?" I scoffed. "I waited over an hour for you. And all you have to say is that you're sorry. Do you know how many times in the last few months you've said that to me?"

He stuttered, not knowing what to say. "I've lost count," I said, my voice breaking. "I started to get too tired, too hurt, to keep track."

"Why does it matter that I've said it a couple of times? I still mean it."

"Do you?" I cut him off. "Because after saying it over and over and over again, it loses its punch."

"Are you saying it doesn't make a difference when I say it?"

"Yes," I said harsher than I should have. "Noah, the more you say it, the less it means."

"Why?" His voice got caught in his throat.

"Because it doesn't change anything. You still come home late, you still forget to call, you still leave me sitting all alone at the restaurant feeling like a naive girl who got stood up by her blind date!"

With each misdemeanor I listed off, my voice got louder and louder until I yelled the last one, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"I can't do this anymore," I said, my voice breaking.

"Y/N, wait." The panic was clear in his voice as he took a step towards me. He grabbed my hands but I instantly stepped back, pulling my hands out of his.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. I turned on my heel and ran out of the room. Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I went down the stairs as fast as I could.

"Y/N!" I heard Noah chasing after me. I was just about to reach the front door when Noah grabbed my hand. He spun me around, a scared expression on his face.

"Please," he begged. "I know I haven't been around much but. . . I can change. I will change, just. . . Please don't go. I need you. I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Noah," I said sadly. I pulled my hand out of his grasp and took a step closer to the door. "But I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry."

"Please," he whispered. I quickly opened the door and slid through it before he could say or do anything else.

Noah's POV

I sunk down, sitting on the bottom stair. The image of Y/N leaving, tears streaming down her cheeks stuck in my head.

I couldn't let it end like this.

I pushed myself off the stairs and ran outside. I jumped in my car, shoving the keys into the ignition. "No," I whispered as the engine didn't turn over. "Please, not now." I tried a couple more times before giving up.

"You've gotta be kidding me!" I yelled as I hit the steering wheel. As I tried to calm down, my eyes landed on a sparkly red bike the neighbor's teenager must have left out.

"Sorry, Halley," I said as I got out of the car. I looked at the neighbor's house, hesitating for only a second before deciding they would understand.

"I'll bring it back."

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MY MAN CRUSH MONDAY IS...NOAH CENTINEO

Noah Gregory Centineo was born May 9, 1996 which makes him 24 years old and a Taurus. Noah, born in Miami, Florida, is an actor and model. He is perhaps best known for starring in the adaptation of Jenny Han’s romance novel To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before and it’s sequel To All the Boys: P.S. I Still Love You. He has also starred in Sierra Burgess Is a Loser, Swiped, The Perfect Date and Charlie’s Angels. He has also had roles on the television sows Jessie and The Fosters Noah is 6 feet and 1 inch tall.