#turns out i sometimes forget i have at home when they go on sale like 3x1 and such

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thinking about using one of my extra college notebooks for drawing bc 1) i have a few of them... 2) i like drawing on grid paper 3) stealthy if i want to draw at college

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is it over now? | jack hughes

part two of the beginning

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note: i switched to first person pov for this story just to test it out. Inbox me if you’d want to go back to 3rd person.

warnings: pregnancy, birth

word count: 4.7k

the doctors waiting room is cold and uninviting. i stare up at all the pregnancy posters that litter the walls, and soon my gaze falls to all the mothers and all the fathers. they all sit, talking quietly amongst themselves. the women are gorgeously radiant, and if this were any other time i’d compare their beauty to mine. 

instead, i linger on the way they interact with their husbands, boyfriends, whatever. small touches, whispers, and smiles all burn into my mind like a useless cd. 

“y/n l/n?” a nurse in all blue interrupts my thoughts, she gestures for me to follow her and i do. 

like the waiting room, the small room i’m brought into is cold. i wonder briefly what jacks doing right now. if he had gotten my message or if he’s still asleep. i try to imagine his reaction but i can’t bring myself to conjure up an accurate depiction of him. everything is off - and i fear if i keep trying to imagine this man who’s not my jack, that i’ll somehow forget the real one. 

“we’re just going to do some tests, all very basic things. i need to know your medical history, and i’ll have to do a complete physical assessment,” a doctor walks into the room, clipboard in hand. she doesn’t look at me as she speaks, but I absentmindedly nod to her words anyway. 

“Okay so, is this your first pregnancy?” the doctor asks. 

“Yes” i nod.

“And, do you have any medical history I should be aware of? Past procedures, family history, etc” the doctor looks up from their notes and i pause. 

“Uh, i -” my cell phone buzzes in my purse and i quickly reach for it. Its a notification from sephora, something about how there’s a last minute sale and that i should buy some overpriced body spray. 

“I had my tonsils taken out when I was five, but other than that i’ve had no other procedures” my words come out shaky, as if i’m confused. i turn my phone over again, willing for another notification to pop up. It’s 11:40am, and jack is definitely awake by now. 

the doctor calls a nurse in to prep for the examination. everythings a blur as i lean back. the nurse, short with reddish-blonde hair, has to ask me to lift up the bottom of my shirt twice. 

“And if you look over here, this is where your baby is,” the doctor is confident in her speech as she shifts the little wand around my stomach. 

the appointment was nightmarish. 

the nurse sent me home with a little packet of information sheets, all different colours and all about different things. i don’t want to look at them, so i shove them into the bottom of my purse when i get out of the office. 

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vivienne always made sure to wake up an hour before jack. she liked to make herself a fancy coffee with her espresso machine, and she liked to plan out her events for the day. she had decided that they’d go to the grocery store sometime before noon, hit the mall for an outfit to wear to dinner, and then of course dinner with viviennes friends at 7. 

after her coffee, Vivienne tiptoed her way back into her bedroom. she was proud of the fact that Jack liked to stay here. she made sure her bedding was always fresh and clean when he was over, and she made sure to spray a little bit of her perfume on his pillows so he’d get used to falling asleep to the scent of her. 

Vivienne grabbed a hold of Jack's phone on his nightstand, and slowly slid it off the side of the table and into the palm of her hand. she turned it over, bombarded with the amount of notifications that littered his phone screen. she slid up, quickly typing his passcode. she had to be mindful of her next moves. she didn’t have long to do her routine digging. 

“It’s not really fair for you to be with vivienne if you still have feelings for y/n”

“will you drop it? you were the one who told me to go for viv”

“Jack-”

“No! Dawson, you were the one who begged me to move on. I am. What happened with me and y/n-"Jack cuts himself off. “what happened.. It’s done now. leave me alone” 

Vivienne recalled the conversation she overheard a few weeks ago and she couldn’t shake it from her mind. So, she did what any girlfriend would do and searched the girls username on instagram. 

She hadn’t thought y/n would be any type of problem in hers and Jack's relationship. That was until Jack and Vivienne were laying in bed, with Jack wanting to show Vivienne a picture he had taken a while ago on a roadie. He was scrolling past his photo albums when she saw it. The “it” being a photo album titled “❤️” filled with pictures of jack and y/n at art galleries and whatnot. 

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Vivienne clicked onto the dm, and when she saw the words pregnant and yours her blood ran cold. She angled her body away from Jack, and with his reassuring snores clouding her mind, she reread the dm again. 

Jack, I don't even know how to tell you this. It doesn’t feel right. But, I took a pregnancy test and it came back positive. I’ve booked an appointment with my obgyn for tomorrow and they’re going to confirm the test for me. You're the only person that I've been with since we’ve gotten together so it’s for sure yours. If you need a paternity test or anything at all just let me know and we can sort it out. Please reach out and we can talk about this in person. I’m sorry.

“Fuck” Vivienne cursed as she clicked Jacks phone off. She turned around and stared at the man in question while debating her options. 

Letting Jack find the message on his own was the most obvious answer but… would he still want to be with her when he found out about the baby? If it even is his, Vivienne rolled her eyes at the thought. 

The next logical option was to delete the message and block the girl. Jack would never have to know, and Vivienne would just have to be the perfect girlfriend for the next little while. She’d make him his favourite foods, dress extra hot, and do everything in her power to make sure he forgot about his ex. 

Vivienne turned Jack's phone on again, and without a second thought, swiftly declined the message request before blocking the girl. 

To make sure her tracks were completely cleared, she searched the girls name up in his contact list and blocked her there as well. 

And, just as quickly as Vivienne had picked up her boyfriends phone, she had set it back down. 

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After the appointment, I was stuck in meetings for the rest of the day with no opportunities to check my phone. During my appointed bathroom breaks, I was too anxious to check. My hands trembled as I hovered over the instagram app, too nervous to see if he had read the message. 

I thought about the next message that I would send all day. Would I send the doctors confirmation? My next appointment date? The reason why I found out about the pregnancy so late? 

When I got out from work, I decided to walk the 45 minutes home instead of taking the Subway. I hoped that the semi-fresh air would clear my mind. 

By the time I unlocked the front door of my apartment, it was 6:45pm. Jack would have gotten out of practice, and he would probably be at home grilling himself a piece of chicken while his rice cooked. 

I pull my boots off and wander into my bathroom. i shut the door behind me, giving myself some privacy from my own space. When I close my eyes, all the memories of Jack and I flicker through my mind like one of those plastic children's cameras.

I take a deep breath, before finally pulling my phone out of my pocket and turning it on. I click into instagram and my stomach drops. 

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“Claudia!” my voice was hoarse from crying as I pounded on my best friend's door with my fists. I had run all the way to Claudia's apartment, and luckily someone was walking into her apartment complex so I didn't have to buzz in. 

Claudia's door swung open, and she immediately pulled me inside and into her arms. “What's wrong?” she practically cooed, not a stranger to my breakdowns. 

“J-jack he-” I couldn't stomach the rest.

“Babe, slow down… breathe..” Claudia stressed as she started doing breathing exercises for me to copy. I followed her movements, and when I was deemed calm enough she moved me over to sit on her couch. 

I take a few minutes to recover before explaining what happened. 

“I’m going to kill him” Claudia sneered after I had explained the pregnancy, the message, and how my ex boyfriend-turned-baby daddy had blocked me. 

“What am I going to do?” I was crying again. I was bordering on exhaustion as I leaned my head against the back of Claudia's couch and wailed.  

My hand found its place at the top of my stomach, where the faintest baby bump had begun to form. 

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user01 VIVIENNE HAS A BF??

user02 viv baby who is it

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user05 jack and trevor liking ohhh wow…

user06 is it jack?

user07 i thought jack has a gf?

user06 he was seen out with a girl a few times months ago but that was it lol

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the pregnancy was lonely. It was all long hours at work, quiet doctor appointments, and late nights binge sessions watching gossip girl with whatever craving plagued my mind. 

I tried my hardest to stay away from social media, my heart cracking a little more every time jack came across my feed with his rumoured new girlfriend. of course, i knew it wasn’t a rumour, which just made everything more miserable. 

“Do you want to know the gender?” the ultrasound tech asked as she shielded the sonogram screen away from my view. 

I nod, “yes, please”

Claudia squeezes my hand. “Are you sure? I can throw you a gender reveal party if you want? Or we can do something with just the two of us?” 

I didn’t want to hurt Claudias feelings, but it wouldn’t be the same without jack. 

I must have took too long to answer though, because the ultrasound tech looked at me with pity filled eyes as she said, “i’ll put the gender info in an envelope for you to take home”

All i could do was nod. 

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“Im sorry, blair.. But you lost the baby”

“where’s chuck?”

“B, he lost a lot of blood, and he never woke up” 

Gossip girl season 5 played in the background as I picked at my newest pregnancy craving, strawberry cupcakes from a bakery off seventh ave. 

i sighed heavily as i continued watching the show. this has got to be the saddest episode… i thought as blair started praying for chucks survival. As the scene went on, tears pricked my own eyes as i thought about the past five months. 

i was almost done with my 2nd trimester, and i was still refusing to acknowledge my pregnancy. I felt as if i were walking through water, i was restricted in all of my movements and my mind was cloudy like i had just spent all day in the michigan summer sun. 

The episode finished, with blair telling chuck that she loved him but that she couldn’t be with him and that she couldnt tell him why. 

When the screen turned black and i was faced with my reflection, i started sobbing. 

Heavy tears rolled down my cheeks and fell onto my duvet, which turned the cream coloured blanket into spots of grey. 

Without thinking, I rolled out of bed and threw on a thick sweater that I found strewn against a chair backing. I wandered out into my entryway, shoving on a pair of my mini uggs as I searched high and low for that stupid little envelope that my tech gave me. 

It was in my purse, hidden behind a hundred other little things. Once the envelope was grasped firmly in my hands, i ripped open my door and rushed down onto the street. 

I didn’t have a lot of time to think this through. If i placed the order now, everything would be okay and fine...

Truth be told, i was afraid that if i didn’t order a gender reveal cupcake that i would be doing my baby a disservice. I promised to myself that i would be able to do this without jacks support, and yet here i was crumbling under the pressure of motherhood. 

The bakery shop chimed with my arrival, and then i was in the small line up to make an order. 

“Hey, what can i get for you tod-”

“Can i get a gender reveal cupcake? Or one of those little cakes?” i ask, thrusting my envelope into the guy at the registers hands. 

He looked taken aback before responding very politely, “i’m sorry, you’re going to have to make an order online” 

“Oh,” my shoulders sag in disappointment. I hadn't thought far enough ahead. 

the guy stared at the crumpled up envelope in his hand, and then back at me. “Why don’t you go sit down and i’ll figure something out for you,” his voice was kind as he noticed my dishevelled state. 

I nod, and then move to an empty seat in the corner of the bakery. Another employee was sweeping the floors, and i realize that the store must be due to close soon. I need to pull myself together… 

About ten minutes later, the guy from before walked over with a little white box in his hand. On top of the box sat my envelope which was now cleanly cut into. 

“It’s not the prettiest thing in the world,” the guy chuckled as he placed the small box in front of me, “but it should work” 

“Thank you,” i stutter, pulling a crisp $10 bill out of my pocket and handing it over to the guy. 

At first he shakes his head in an attempt to decline the money, but I insist he takes it anyway. 

back at home, i get comfy at my kitchen table where i finally open up my box. It was a vanilla cupcake with white vanilla frosting. 

I take a deep breath before taking a small bite, and when i swallow, i see the remaining pink icing that filled the inside of the cupcake. 

“we’re having a little girl,” i whispered, tears sliding down my cheeks as i rub my bump soothingly. 

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Jack Hughes was stuck. He felt bad for Vivienne and he felt bad for himself. It wasn’t Viviennes fault that his attention was elsewhere because on paper, Vivienne Aiden was probably who most would consider his perfect match. 

Vivienne was gorgeous, she had an online career going for her, and her apartment did smell amazing… but something just wasn’t right. 

When she fell asleep beside him, Jack would pull out his phone and scroll through his photo album full of pictures of his ex-girlfriend. He would wonder what she was doing, what new journalist piece she was working on, and most importantly, if she was happy. He couldn’t bear searching her up online, for fear of seeing she had moved on (which, let's be honest, is very hypocritical of him), so Jack settled with his photo album. 

When Jack finally closed his eyes for the night, he imagined the sleeping figure next to him was his y/n. Vanilla scent was swapped with coconut, a windy spring turned into an endless summer, and the lingering emptiness felt like coming home after a long roadie. 

And in the morning, when y/ns lovely green eyes woke him up, he would blink to find Vivienne staring back at him, and whatever relief he had accustomed himself with in sleep came crashing down again. 

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Vivienne wasn’t an idiot. she could feel the small shifts in Jack's behaviour. He was slowly distancing himself from her and she wouldn't allow that to happen. 

Therefore, she sent him a teasing photo, planned a romantic dinner at her apartment, and took care of business. 

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“I can’t believe you're having a little girl!” Claudia squealed as she met me at the front of a baby store. I was now 6 months along, and I hadn’t done any of the necessary baby shopping yet. 

We walked into the store, light pinks and blues and purples clouding my vision. “I can't believe it either! A little girl…” I smile, picking up a little onesie. 

Claudia gets a basket, and we start to make our way through the store. “Have you thought of any names yet?” she asks as she holds up what might've been the cutest baby dress i’ve ever seen. 

I placed the dress in the basket. “I’ve been toying with a few names but it just feels strange” I pick up another little dress and put it in the basket as well. “I’m sure once I see the nursery all together it’ll feel a little more real and i’ll be able to pick something out” 

Claudia smiles at me sympathetically before taking the shopping basket out of my hand and guiding me towards the furniture section.

“I was thinking-” my phone buzzes causing me to pause. I pull out my phone, only to see a few instagram notifications. 

User257483475: viviennes so pretty, i bet you're real jealous huh?

User257483475: jack didn't even want to post you publicly and now he wont even acknowledge his baby… he never loved you.

User257483475: i wish you the worst xx

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“y/n? What were you thinking?” Claudia asks, immediately noticing my pause. She walks over to me, one hand on my shoulder as she tries to gauge my facial expressions. “Are you okay?”

I don't want to speak, and so I thrust my phone into Claudia's hands. 

She gasps when she reads the first message from a few weeks ago, and I can feel her tense beside me as she lets her hand drop from my shoulder.

“What the fuck!” she seethes as she stares at all the messages littering my phone.

“How do they know the baby’s Jacks? How do they even know I'm pregnant? My account’s private!” I utter as I close my eyes. 

“Who’s Vivienne?” Claudia asks as she switches out of my dms and onto the search page. I watch her type in Vivienne's name.

“She’s Jack’s girlfriend,” I reply just as Claudia presses on her instagram account. The newest picture on her feed was of her and Jack at some cafe… I felt nauseous. 

“Well, she’s obviously the one sending the messages” my best friend states firmly. Great I thought. Could my life get any more fucked up? 

That night at home, I easily verifiy that it was Vivienne behind the account. For all the scheming she liked to do, she wasn’t very good at covering her tracks. 

First, I used my laptop to try and log into her main instagram account. When I got the password wrong, I clicked the option for instagram to send a code for password resetting via email. The email, half unblurred, showed up on screen. Then, i moved onto the account who’s been sending me nasty messages. Repeated the process, and wouldn’t you know! Vivienne Aiden didn’t doesn’t know how to make a fake email for her fake account, that she uses to harass her boyfriend's ex! Nice. 

With that little confirmation, I blocked both her and the account she’s using to send me messages. 

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My baby’s nursery is painted a soft pink. Her crib is a beige wood, and there’s white flowy curtains with a blackout curtain set underneath. flower prints decorate the walls, and my baby’s name is highlighted on a beautiful homemade blanket which was gifted to me by one of my coworkers. 

“Are you ready, baby?” my mom asks to which I nod. I watch her silently as her hands weave between different sets of baby clothes.

She’s helping me get the nursery finished for babygirls birth next month. 

“I’m nervous, but i’m ready,” I smile, waddling over to the blush pink rocking chair that sits in the corner of the room. 

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“i’m not ready! i need jack!” i cry, squeezing my eyes shut tight as pain overtook my body. i could hear the nurses faintly in the background of my own thoughts, shouting something about an excess of blood. 

a group of nurses stand around me, all shouting different orders to one another. “ma’am you’re bleeding-“ 

“i need, i just need-“ 

a sweet looking nurse cut me off. “sweetie, you’re going to be alright. just breathe, i’ll be right here with you this whole time!” she grabs ahold of my hand to which i squeeze tightly. 

the room spins and my whole body feels cold. I could tell that the nurses started going about their business from all the pinching and poking that was going on, but i couldn’t figure out where all the pain was coming from.

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“Mommy?” I whispered. My mom whipped her head in my direction upon my words. 

“Oh sweetie,” she coos, tears lingering in her eyes as she sits on the edge of my hospital bed. she grabs ahold of my hand. 

“Is…” I start to ask about my daughter but a cry falls from my lips. 

My mom grabs my hand tighter and brushes my hair out of my face. “She’s in the NICU, but the nurses say she’s doing well” 

“Can I see her?” my voice is hoarse. My mom jumps up from the bed and fills an empty paper cup with water. She passes the cup to me, and I gratefully drink its contents. 

“I’ll go get a nurse, okay? She’ll tell you everything you need to know”

I had been asleep for roughly ten hours after my daughters birth. The doctor told me that the pain I woke up to last night was from blood clots, which is the reason behind all the blood and the premature birth. Luckily though, I was pretty close to full term, and I got to the hospital at the perfect time therefore babygirl would only have to stay at the NICU for a few short weeks to monitor her development. 

“what’s her name, sweetheart?” my mom whispered softly to me while her hand ghosted across hairline.

“Leighton Rowe LN,” I replied sleepily as I stared at my baby in my arms. Leightons sweet face suddenly made all the pain worth it.

my mom brushed my damp hair out of my face. “that’s beautiful,” she cooed, and when she gestured towards the baby I tiredly nodded.

as my mom took my baby out of my arms to coddle, i let my eyes close and then i softly drifted off to sleep.

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It was a few months later when it happened. claudia was at my apartment, watching leighton while i ran around the city to get some much needed errands done. i stop at my favourite coffee shop, a place that i hadn’t been to since jack and i broke up. 

i order my usual, a mocha to go, and when i turn to leave jack had just opened the door. I stumble back, not prepared to see jack in the flesh. He looks familiar and yet completely different. 

“y/n,” he greets me, his tone uncertain as he takes a step towards me. How dare he.

“If your girlfriend sends me one more fucking text i swear i’ll ruin her life” i start, my words threatening as i let the weight of viviennes words fall onto my shoulders. for months shes been creating new accounts and messaging me, and despite hitting the "block all and future accounts" feature she still managed to harass me.

“I get that you don’t want to have a baby, but she’s here, and I'm capable of doing it without you. I have been doing it without you. So get your girlfriend to stop harassing me or i’ll press charges,” i spit out, pushing past a shell-shocked jack and storming out onto the street. 

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“I have a baby!” jack shouts angrily, kicking one of vivienne's wooden dinning room chairs. “You hid my baby from me!” 

Vivienne stares, glassy eyed as she watches her boyfriend stomp around her apartment. “Jack, i didn’t mean for it to go this far i-”

“You what? What was the plan here?” he shouts again, running a hand frustratingly through his hair. Jack stops, whipping around to face vivienne again. “Show me the messages.”

“What?” she cries. 

“y/n said you were sending her messages. Show me them” jack repeats, causing vivienne to jump up in alarm. If he saw even half of the things she sent…

Jack storms up to vivienne who immediately pulls her phone out of her pocket. She switches onto one of her many burner accounts used to send y/n messages. 

Jack sat on the couch, hunched over while he read through every single message. He felt sick. 

he hates you

It must suck knowing that your child's dad doesn't want her

Jacks going to be the best daddy to our future baby… its too bad he didn’t want that for you. 

“Jack we can fix this, i swear i’ll do better and-”

Jack stood up abruptly, letting viviennes phone tumble to the ground with a loud thud. “We’re- we’re past done. I don't even know what to say to you,” jack stutters, tears falling steadily down his cheeks. 

“Baby, i’m so sorry” vivienne cries. she tries to reach out to jack, be he swats her hands away. 

Jack backs away, and without another word he leaves viviennes apartment with the slam of a door.  he had to make this right to y/n and his... baby.

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part three

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arcane characters and their toxic traits in a relationship?

Arcane characters and their toxic traits

a/n: it is almost 5 am so i haven't proofread it yet ;; hope you'll enjoy it regardless

VI

Tries to take on all the burden and suffering on her shoulders. She never wants you to get hurt or to bother you so she'd rather suffer in silence. This greatly affects your communication as she may get distant whenever she's dealing with some problems, which in turn may make you think that you did something wrong and that she's ignoring you. This simply comes from a traumatic past where Vi always had to take accountability and sacrifice herself for others. She will work on it once she sees the way it affects your relationship though. She just doesn't want to be a burden.

JINX

Very insecure when it comes to your love and loyalty towards her. Jinx is so used to thinking that everyone will eventually abandon her and you're the one person she really cannot lose. Because of this, she will often come off as overprotective and possessive. You will need to make your boundaries clear and reassure her often. Because she's so scared of losing you, sometimes she will go to drastic ends in order to make sure you're still happy with her and don't want to break up. Can also be very impulsive and has trouble sticking to the plans you two made.

CAITLYN

Can come off as insensitive when it comes to finances. Of course, she understands that many people aren't quite as well-off and Caitlyn genuinely cares for everyone but sometimes she doesn't quite understand how affluent she is. She might overwhelm you with expensive gifts, luxurious trips or over the top galas. She won't understand if you're ever hesitant when buying something or why you always make sure to see what's on sale at the market. It will take some time getting used to and you'll have to explain to Caitlyn the differences between your upbringings. Caitlyn isn't a judgemental partner, she just likes to spoil you, though she will tone it down if she notices you getting uncomfortable.

EKKO

Very stubborn when it comes to asking for or receiving help. He will push you away and hide his wounds or problems from you. Ekko is just so used to handling things on his own that he hates the idea of letting you bear his burden. He needs a long talk with you where you'll show him your support and help him realize the importance of confiding in one another. Ekko doesn't realize that it isn't a one-sided thing, meaning that if he helps you out when you need it, you'd do the same for him. Sure, he has the Firelights, many of them who are his friends but he rarely felt comfortable enough to confide in anyone. It's easy to forget that he is just a boy, trying to shoulder the weight of the world, and that he doesn't have to do it all alone.

SEVIKA

Surprisingly inexperienced when it comes to romantic relationships. Sevika rarely gets attached to someone, beyond the sexual sense. For her, lovers are people she sleeps with to release the tension and frustration that builds up during her shift. She never truly had a partner, someone to whom she can show her soft side, someone who will cherish her beyond her body and money. Because of this, she often struggles with showing love towards her partner in a non-sexual way or a way that doesn't include physical touch. Words. That is the biggest problem for Sevika; expressing her appreciation and adoration through kind declarations is something that will take a while for her to learn.

SILCO

Silco is often too focused on his cause towards Zaun and forgets his other priorities besides that one. This causes him to overwork and come off as cold towards anyone he deems a threat to his goal. Because of this, he may ignore his partner whenever he's stressed out and deep into work. He's also rarely home, and since he isn't a fan of PDA, it can be hard to deal with the feeling of missing him so much. He tries to make it up to you with gifts but you'll need to explain to him that such luxurious things cannot replace his touch and company.

VANDER

Similar to Vi (where do you think she got that trait from?), Vander is so used to shouldering everything on his own. He wants to assure for you to live a comfortable and fulfilled life, even at the cost of his own happiness. He works tirelessly to keep the Last Drop and the Lanes afloat and seldom shares the workload with you. You can see how the stress wears him down but he will deny it until he completely bursts under pressure. Vander doesn't understand how much it hurts to see him like this, but some kind words and gentle touches can help when coaxing him into leaning on you too.

VIKTOR

Workaholic who never takes care of himself. So burdened down with the little time that he has left, Viktor doesn't plan to waste any of it by doing trivial stuff such as eating or resting. As loving as he is, Viktor can be an insanely stubborn partner. You'll probably have to hoist him over your shoulder and lock the door to his office in order to take him away from work for a couple of hours. He doesn't realize just how detrimental the negligence when it comes to taking care of himself is to his health. You need to explain to him that he won't get anywhere by working himself to the grave and you'll probably have to beg him to let you take care of him.

JAYCE

As smart as he is when it comes to his field of work, Jayce can be quite dense and heedless of other people's feelings. If you're the type of person who doesn't know how to talk about their problems or struggles with communication, there will be some issues in your relationship with Jayce. He's the type of person who asks you what's wrong and, once you give him a half-assed 'Nothing, I'm fine.', he goes all 'okay :D', pats your back and wanders off. You need to be direct and blunt with him because hints and exaggerated sighs simply won't do the trick.

MEL

Mel is an incredibly intelligent woman who knows how to get what she wants. This means that she can be quite manipulative at times, I mean you have to be if you want to succeed in politics. She'd never act that way with you on purpose, of course not, but it may happen unintentionally. She is also another workaholic who may appear too cold with her feelings but this is simply because she's hesitant to bring her walls and defenses down. It'll take a lot of time and patience to see her vulnerable side.

GRAYSON

Grayson is sort of a combination between Viktor and Vander; works too much and is too selfless for her own good. Grayson takes her job very seriously, safety of the citizens is of the utmost importance to her. This leads to her neglecting her own well-being and health. Lots of caffeine and many long nights in the office are spent by Piltover's Sheriff and, the older she gets, the more it wears down on her. It's hard to ignore the bags under her eyes or the tiredness in her voice as she drags herself into your shared home late at night.

AMBESSA

Quite cold and guarded, someone who doesn't appreciate or understand feelings like mercy or kindness. She believes that every single person is inherently selfish and wants something from her. This is why she doubts your good nature so much in the beginning. It has been a long time since Ambessa let herself get involved romantically with someone so she has a lot of re-learning to do. This may come with a cost of your feelings being hurt from time to time, especially if you're a sensitive and kind-hearted person. As much as Ambessa loves you and tries to show that, it isn't easy to sweep years of experience under the rug. You'll need to be strong while she gets used to upholding a romantic relationship.

CASSANDRA

Cold and regal, oftentimes comes off as strict. Cassandra only wants the best for you but sometimes she just doesn't know how to say it. So instead she might go behind your back in order to ensure your safety and happiness. This often backfires, especially because of your opposing opinions. You feel as if she's treating you like a child while Cassandra simply thinks that she's looking out for you. Is also insanely stubborn, it'll take time for her to learn to look at things from your perspective.

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

Overprotective!Yandere X GN!Reader

Women in the office gawked at Theo as he walked by, shamelessly refusing to peel their eyes from the Adonis who walked among them. With dark wavy hair that framed his beauty mark speckled face and droopy emerald eyes always set into a warm smile, he was model material, yet refused to believe it. Theo was kind to everyone he spoke to, but no one could gain his full attention, and affection. That was reserved for his one and only best friend ❤️

❤️ Theo who was Reader's best friend since kindergarten

💀 Every life path Reader took, Theo took as well. They were his best friend, he just happened to have the same interests as Reader!

❤️ Besides, he didn't go to the same college as them and got into the same company in the same sales department just because he was good at numbers like Reader... he also needed to protect them!

💀 Reader was always a hard worker, they would often forget to eat meals while working overtime and would only sleep two hours a night if Theo wasn't there to gently keep them on track

❤️ And despite everyone referring to Reader as a cynical workaholic, Theo knew deep down that they were far too trusting

💀 Remember that girl in grade four who confessed to Reader at recess? Reader turned her down far too kindly! They made her think it was actually okay to be friends! Thank goodness Theo was there to threaten the kid to stay away protect his best friend from that weirdo

❤️ People often mistook the pair of besties for a couple, and that was just ridiculous!

💀 Yeah, the idea of Reader calling Theo their husband, kissing Reader's forehead each and every night, and instead of just tucking them into bed joining them in their shared bed made his heart clench in a funny way... they were just friends!

❤️ Just friends that were also roommates. The economy is terrible right now, just because they make enough money to live alone, didn't it make more sense to live together and save money?

💀 And Theo enjoyed cooking nutritional meals for his best friend! No instant ramen for Reader while Theo's around!

❤️ No, it wasn't jealousy whenever someone started hitting on Reader, he was just worried for them!

"Don't you think Jackson's a bit... creepy?" Theo asked his buddy while prepping dinner one night. Reader glanced up from their work laptop only briefly.

"Why do you say that?"

"Ah, I don't mean to sound rude! I'm sorry.. I just overheard him saying something pretty gross about Mrs. Kim.."

Jackson had asked Reader to grab a drink with him sometime just the other day, and he seemed like a genuinely kind dude. But Reader trusted Theo with their life, and wouldn't question anything he ever said, believing their best friend was simply incapable of lying. Reader grunted and went back to work, and Theo knew by that sound his bestie wasn't going out with Jackson anytime soon.

💀 Theo who could never admit to anyone, not even himself, that his relationship with Reader wasn't a healthy "friendship"

❤️ Convincing himself that his actions were completely normal things for friends to do was almost a full time job

💀 Sometimes he watched Reader sleep, admiring how their eyelashes fluttered as they dreamt ensuring that they were actually sleeping and not sneaking onto their computer

❤️ And breaking down into full blown hysterics when Reader doesn't text him back is just because he's so worried for them

💀 Reader always saw the error in their ways though, apologizing profusely when they finally came home from grocery shopping and seeing the results of forgetting to charge their phone

❤️ It was an especially hard day when Theo had to cut off his own mother. She said Theo was codependent on Reader! Reader doesn't know this though, they just heard that Theo's mother was criticizing their friendship

Reader was stopped at the front door, Theo draping his large frame over his best friend, his large eyes watering. "Please don't leave, (Reader)."

They sighed, wriggling an arm free to mess with Theo's hair. "The fridge is almost empty, dude."

"But it's raining outside!" Theo raised is voice unintentionally as he began to panic, spiraling into an anxiety attack. "What if you get sick? Please just stay home, I can order take out. Let's go shopping tomorrow!"

"Theo.."

"Please!" A sob choked out of the man as he seemingly lost his strength, collapsing against Reader as he stained their jacket with his tears. "I just want to keep you safe!"

Reader gave in, as they always did, guilt stabbing at their heart until they could calm Theo down and convince him they weren't leaving.

Even if Reader never fell in love with Theo, the man would be content just to be by Reader's side, forever being their one and only best friend. As long as he could continue protecting them, from bad dates conspiring to ruin Reader's life, from management that continuously accepted Reader's overtime volunteering, and from Reader's own silly bad choices... Theo was happy.

[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 27, Unhinged - Pt. 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of violence, human trafficking.

Word Count: 949

Previously On...: You watched some home movies of Jade in her Hydra facility. It was... disturbing, to say the least.

A/N: Rock me, rock me, rock me, Sexy Jesus! He died for our sins, you gotta believe us! Seriously, Hamlet 2 is a gem, and now this song is stuck in my head forever.

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You and Bucky were silent as you closed your laptop. What could one say after watching a person you knew, personally, rip through a group of people as though they were wrapping paper on Christmas morning? There were no words.

After several long minutes, Bucky finally spoke. “After seeing that,” he said, “I think it’s all the more reason to make sure you don’t leave this safehouse unless you absolutely have to.”

“Yeah,” you said, devoid of all your previous fight. How could you argue with him about your safety after having seen that?

Bucky looked at you in surprise, as though he had expected you to challenge him. He nodded curtly. “Good,” he said. “Alright. We need a game plan. Did you come up with any leads about that Chloe girl that we can follow up on?”

You sighed. “Yeah,” you said, opening up a new tab in your browser. “So, Chloe mentioned her family was having money problems. I was able to figure out where her mom and step father do their banking; I thought we could take a look at their accounts, see if there’s any unusual activity that might point to them getting a share of her auction price. Then maybe we could trace the deposit back to whoever did the sale.”

“You think her parents knowingly participated in trafficking their own kid?” Bucky asked in horror. “Pocket, that’s dark.”

You avoided looking at him as you opened up a backdoor into the accounts in question. “You’d be surprised what people are willing to do when money gets involved. Not even a mother/daughter bond is immune from that kind of greed.”

 Bucky’s gaze on you was almost tangible in its intensity. “I’m sorry. It’s so hard for me to envision a mother betraying her child like that; sometimes I forget you had to live it.”

“But you told Carthage about it,” you said softly. “At the mission debrief. When she said trafficking was below our paygrade.”

“Sweetheart,” Bucky turned your chin so you were facing him. “I told her that human trafficking was something you and Nat both cared very deeply about stopping; that’s it.” He frowned. “I don’t expect you to believe me and that’s okay, but I would never divulge your past to anyone. Not when I know how few people you trusted with that information. I just wanted her to stop acting like it was some kinda game and to treat it as seriously as it deserved to be treated.”

“Oh,” you said after a moment. Something in his words rang true, but there was still the lingering doubt that he was being honest. “Don’t worry about, Barnes,” you said, studiously avoiding eye contact as you breached the bank’s security system. “It’s fine. I’m fine.”

You could feel him staring at you, and you didn’t need to be looking back to envision the look he was giving you— the one that let you know he thought you were full of shit. Fortunately, he allowed your lie to pass without another word while you continued to breach the bank’s system. 

“Okay, I’m in,” you said after a moment. Bucky got up and came to stand behind you, looking at your monitor over your shoulder.

“Anything?” he asked.

You scrolled through Chloe’s stepfather’s transaction history. Liquor stores, smoke shops, some escort services. “Real classy guy,” you murmured. And then, you hit it: the night Chloe had left the club for good, there was a substantial deposit made to the account in the amount of $250,000.

“Holy shit,” you whispered. “I figured he might get a cut, but I had no idea it would be that much.”

Bucky let out a long, low whistle. “If that’s their finder’s fee, I can’t imagine what the final sale was for.” 

You were furiously copying down the depositing account’s information. “I’m going to send this info back to Nat,” you told him. “See if they can reverse-search it and find out where the money came from. Once we know the source, we might be able to break into their systems, get info on who won the auctions. Maybe some of the other girls are still alive…” Your voice trailed off. You were too jaded to allow yourself to hope you could save all of them, but if you could save even one…

Bucky began moving toward the apartment’s front door, grabbing his leather jacket from where he’d hung it on a hook.

“Where are we going?” You asked him, closing your laptop and standing up.

“We aren’t going anywhere,” he informed you as he put the jacket on. “I’m going to go have a little chat with Chloe’s stepfather, see if there’s any additional information he’d like to generously offer us. You are going to stay here, locked securely behind the door and not opening it for any reason until I get back.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but the images of Jade moving through the Hydra compound, slaughtering everyone in her path rose to your mind. You nodded. “Yeah,” you said. “I’ll stay here.”

“Thank you.” Bucky released a relieved sigh, then walked over to you, kissing the top of your head. “If anything happens, call me, and I’ll head straight back. If Carthage shows up, there’s a gun in the bedside table. Aim to kill.”

“Obviously,” you told him. “I’ve only been fantasizing about it since I found out about Russia.”

“I’m being serious, doll,” Bucky said. “Now that we’ve seen what she’s capable of, I don’t want you taking any chances.”

“Yeah,” you said as you walked him to the door and opened it for him, “I was being 100% serious, too.”

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[kingkatsuki]

i’m feeling horrendously soft for our man tonight. like boyfriend bakugo specifically. what are some of your fave hc’s of him as your boyfriend?

is he different from the beginning vs a little ways into the relationship?

I feel like it’s always the little things with him.

Like he knows you always forget your water bottle in the morning, so he makes sure he fills it and puts it in your handbag before you leave.

Puts the heating on when he knows you’re due home so the house is warm and ready for you, also puts a hot water bottle in your bed before he leaves for his night patrol because he knows you get cold without him.

I want to commission someone to write something like this for me because it’s one of my absolute fave Bakugou headcanons but I think he leaves you the cutest little post-it notes around the house, especially if he’s going to be at work all day. From reminders to drink more water, dumbass— to telling you how pretty you are or how much he loves you.

Notices when your shampoo/conditioner/lotion etc is running low in the bathroom and makes sure he puts a new one out so you’re not naked in the shower when you realise there’s none left (he’s definitely guilty of stealing it so he smells like you anyway—)

Always brings you home your favourite treats when he’s working late and knows he’s coming home to you. He’s the worst for seeing things in shop windows when he’s out on patrol that he thinks you’d like or that remind him of you and buying them for you. He spoils you so so much.

Bakugou gets so adorable whenever he’s asked about you in interviews or in public, you can quite literally see his face change as he answers the questions without hesitation— even if he was on the verge of exploding.

His favourite position in the evenings when you’re relaxing together is laying between your thighs with his head on your chest while you play with his hair. And he’ll definitely grumble and grab your wrist if you even attempt to stop.

Sometimes when he’s had a rough day he likes to come home and bend you over whatever the closest surface is just to take it out on your cunt. Either burying his face between your thighs or sliding his thick cock inside your warmth, either way it instantly heals any bad moods he’s in. Especially if he’s had an afternoon of non-stop meetings.

He has an engagement ring for you picked out during your first month of dating. Because he’s so certain that you’re the one, he doesn’t hesitate when he finds one that’s perfect for you. The only reason he doesn’t ask you straight away is because that fear of rejection is still so prevalent in him he doesn’t want to jepordise what you have already.

Bakugou always knows when new concert ticket/video game/book/toy/plushie releases are and he’s ensuring he’s logged in and prepared with his credit card the second the sale opens to get you whatever it is you want.

He’s SUCH a dry texter, but he’s always sending you texts that are just an ‘x’ which he uses as a kiss or to say he loves you. It’s something so quick and simple that shows he cares, and you usually get them more often when he’s about to go out on a mission, he’s out with the guys for the evening or into a long meeting.

He’s honestly so cute, quiet and shy when you first start dating, you actually worry that he doesn’t actually like you. And when you tell him that a little further down the line he’s blown away, because he’s never liked anyone this much in his whole entire life.

Another one of my fave headcanons is when you’re about to have sex he’s turning around all his All Might figures in his room so they don’t “watch” you having sex. So much so that you end up convincing him to have them displayed in a different room😭

You ask him to do a silly roleplay scenario early on in the relationship, and you suggest doing a hero/civilian scene but he gets way too into it because he wants to impress you and ends up doing the worst impression of All Might ever.

He learns your Starbucks order by your second date. He’s just perfect like that.

100% airport dad. Makes you get to the airport six hours early, even if it’s a domestic flight because he thinks somethings going to go wrong. Speed walks through, gets huffy when you try to stop for coffee and insists on holding all the documents in his little black folder.

Gets the worst sweaty palms when you first start dating because he’s so nervous, so he always gets worried about holding your hand. Pulls away from you to wipe his palms on his jeans first whenever you try to hold his hand, even if you convince him it’s okay.

Finds it hard to even look at you sometimes, because you’re just so pretty and he can’t comprehend how someone like you exists, nevermind is also interested in him.

I think Bakugou gets extremely overwhelmed by your love sometimes, and he finds it hard to articulate so he can seem like he’s shut down. But stick by him because all those feelings are bubbling up inside him and he doesn’t know how to deal with them properly yet🥺

[heartfullofleeches]

Concept idea for the cafe, a male hyena hybrid? I remember hearing somewhere that female hyenas are naturally higher on the hierarchy so I thought I'd be fun with a submissive hyena boi but still chaotic like all hyenas seem to be

Sales have been pretty slow today.

It was normally the type of day when the store would be packed, but customers dwindled by the hour. The easy schedule was stress on your shoulders, but it worried you more than it did relax. Around noon is when you first hear the commotion from outside. You think nothing of it despite others leaving to go check it out. By the time your break rolls around, and it doesn't stop, you decide to take a look for yourself.

"Ha? The fuck you say to me, you little bitch?"

A male with an unhinged look in his eye stares down another man. Despite being shorter than most hybrids, the hyena still hovers over the human in both height and status. The animal bares his canines as he leans in to the human's face, tightly gripping his collar as he growls.

"I-I was just walking by. I wasn't planning on going inside."

"Like hell you weren't. I saw the flyer in your bag. Nobody likes a liar. Maybe I should find some use with you and carve up your face." He reaches into the breast pocket of his jacket, pulling out a long object.

"What's going on out here?"

The hyena looks over at you, dropping the guy as his eyes widen in excitement. "Boss!"

He runs over to you; forgetting all about his victim as he wraps his arms around you. He plants soft kisses in your hair as he rubs his head against yours, laughing the entire time. You push him away to your best capabilities. It's difficult given his strength, but he eventually gets the picture.

"Prince, what have I told you about harassing people?"

Prince grins from ear to ear, fixing his hair with his pocket comb as he winks. "You only said not to do it inside the store."

You sigh. Prince has been hanging around the Cafe for a couple weeks by now and your self proclaimed bodyguard. He used to tell off people in the main area until the owner threatened to ban him, so he found other ways in stealing your time like walking you to work sometimes or offering to take you home.

"Oh come on, Boss. You can't be that mad at me. The world's full of sick fucks around every corner."

"And you're not one?" You joke.

Prince sticks out his tongue. "Ya got me."

He pats you on the back as turns towards the cafe door. "Let's get inside. I'm fucking starving - plus I saw someone checking you out from across the street."

[sid-the-sandwich]

What if the Obey Me! characters had an in-game store

i was playing 'Animal Crossing' and you know how every week a special villager comes and sells something on your island? So, I had a thought, what if there was something similar in 'Obey Me!' where each character had a store and appear randomly once a month to sell stuff.

I imagine an app on the home screen where players could buy special items at a lower price, the character that is selling would appear on one side of the screen with the other side having the items for sale (Something like the ending screen after an 'Akuber order')

something like this, but obviously instead of the rewards, it will have items the player can buy. the boy/girl running the store that day will make comments depending on your actions (if you take too long to choose, buying many items, buying none, etc).

for every character the items sold will be different;

Lucifer: Each time Lucifer appears he will sell one sin type of Devil Tree items, (eg. greed controller, greed megaphone, greed cellphone)

"Were you just planning on standing there?"

"I believe you are short on Grimm"

"Did you not count your Grimm before coming here?"

"Today's sin is... Pride."

"If you need some Grimm earlier... you could have asked me..."

"I hope to see you soon."

Mammon: Mammon is similar to 'Redd' from 'Animal Crossing'. he will sell very high quality items like Devil Vouchers, UR+ jokers and such for Grimm. BUT the items from him only have a 1/20 chance of actually being the item you brought as it could yield nothing from all the Grimm spent... and all Mammon would say is all sales are 'Non-refunduble'.

"Time is money... and I don't have either!"

"Eh! ya' not gonna buy anythin'?"

"Don't touch the merchandise! Grr..."

"Pleasure doin' business with ya'"

"Remember, all items are non-refundable."

Levi: Levi would sell costumes that can only be brought from cards, every time he appears he'll turn up with outfits from a single event at random. (E.g. one time he'll turn up with outfits from the 'Butler event' and the next time from the 'Bunny-boy event')

"E-eh! You actually want to buy one?"

"Of course you didn't buy one... who would want to buy something from a yucky otaku"

"Its always the hardest to make outfits for Beel"

"w-would you be my model? ...EH JUST FORGET WHAT I SAID!"

Satan: Satan is different from the rest, instead of selling items, Satan will give you Grimm or DP for any items you don't want (like if you had 1000 devilgram keys, you could sell them to Satan and get some Grimm back)

"Your total is... 4000 Grimm. do you want to sell your items?"

"...Nothing to sell?"

"Mammon tried to sell me some of MY stuff back to me"

"sigh- you cant sell that."

Asmo: Asmo would sell items from the 'Medical' section on the surprise guest interactions

"Hehe... did you only come here to stare at me?"

"today is all about me!"

"Poor little lamb is shy... take your time darling"

"A Whip of love? you silly thing"

"Come back later!"

Beel: Beel would sell items from the 'Presents' section on the surprise guest interactions

"Once I sell everything I can go home and eat"

"Lucifer said I have to be in charge of the store today"

"Take your time... i know it takes long choosing the best gift"

"Who's the gift for?"

"You're short on Grimm... Belphie said I'm not allowed to give discounts."

Belphie: Belphie will sell AP and deliver it to your inbox

"yawn..."

"I'll send these to you when I wake up"

"zzzzzzzz"

"Beel likes to help me out sometimes"

Diavolo: Diavolo would sell card pieces from random cards

"Haha! this is fun"

"I wanted to wear a costume... but Barbatos said it was 'not becoming of a prince'"

"oh... do you need help?"

"Woah! that card has my face on it!"

Barbatos: Barbatos would sell the limited-time items from previous events

"I had to leave the young master in Mammon's care today. I already shudder at the thought of what I will return to."

"I hope my service was satisfactory today."

"I traveled to the past to get these items for you"

Also, I thought it would be funny, that if the player messes with the time on their phone, Barbatos would reprimand the player. (just like Mr Ressetti)

Luke: Luke would sell items from the 'Food' section on the surprise guest interactions.

"I'm in charge of the shop today!"

"I had Barbatos help me in the kitchen."

"The most difficult thing about baking was trying to keep Solomon out the kitchen"

"Simeon made his special BLT for me to sell"

"This reminds me of the cafe we had in the human world"

Simeon: Simeon would sell power-ups to the players, whether that's shovels in NB or glowsticks in OG.

"You came to my store? I'm glad!"

"I was waiting for you to come visit me today."

"Luke usually hangs around here all day."

"Leviathan said this store was 'Poggers', what does 'Poggers' mean?"

"hmm, hmm, hmm ♩"

Solomon: Solomon's Summoning Sale.

"Just a warning, I make the box poof with smoke when its open... like a proper magician."

"I wanted to sell food but Luke fought me until I let go of that idea... who knew he was so passionate about food."

"I gave you a discount because us human need to stick together."

"I wonder if there is a spell for embezzling money?"

"I'm bored... where's Asmo?"

Thirteen: Thirteen would sell items from 'Wanderous Wereabouts' from the past events. (In OG, she would just sell the same as Lucifer)

"Satan came here earlier willing to pay me for a trap to trap Lucifer"

"That sourcerer snuck into my cave again"

"Mammon keeps howling me for a discount... who does he even wanna buy this stuff for?"

"Honestly, I kinda hoped you'd pop by today"

"I'm making traps in the backroom! whoever comes after me is gonna get pranked"

Raphael: Raphael would sell the items that increase the Max level cap.

"You amaze me... how do you have time to take care of demons and able to shop?"

"Does... Lucifer and his brothers ever mention me?"

"I hate being ignored..."

"you like that? that's 5000 Grimm."

"My spears are sharper than these swords."

Mephistopheles: Mephisto would sell 'icons' for the profile in-game, these could be icons from cards or from past events.

"These pictures are only of the very best!"

"Satan helped me print these pictures."

"That reaper's always leaving her 'traps' in the backroom!"

"I'm only working here on order from Lord Diavolo."

"This is actually fun."

i thought this was just something silly to make

[watermelonsugacry]

OK I HAVE SO MANY THINGS I WANNA TALK 2 U ABOUT SO HERE IS ME RANTING AND PUTTING QUESTIONS:

I lovehe relationship yn has w the tomlinsons😫 like how she has a secrete handshake with the twins and how lottie is like her little sister and LOUIS IS LITERALLY A DREAM FRIENDSHIP

I have this thing where i like to think that yn was a big fan of paramore, and she also wrote some hits like only exeption (it just screams her and also it reminds me of how she would feel abt harry)

I also see her writing 'girl crush' when harry and taylor were dating and then saling it in 2014 but idk thats just me

And am i the only one who sees a PERFERT friendship between her and jennifer lawrence??

OK NOW I GOT SOME QUESTIONS SO HOPE THEY'RE NOT TOO MUCH

Whats the readers networth? Like i know that shes rich but how rich🤔

On a scale of 1-10 how famous is she? Like comparing to a big celebrity like Beyonce is she just as famous or..?

Whats her favorite colour?

Who is more clingy, harry or her?

Besides harry and louis who is her bestfriend that she hangs out w the most

What are some celebrities that got a crush on her and who has made that public

The weeknd has a song 'the party & after party' and it kind of sounds that hes describing a girl like yn "with your louis v bag, tats on your arms, high heels shoes make you 6 feet tall.." so are there some speculations ab this from the fans?

AND LAST is the reader the teaser in the relationship or does harry like to make fun of her more? ( srry if theres any mistakes)

IM ALWAYS DOWN FOR THIS LOVIE 💚

same!! they're family 🥰

funny enough, i actually picture a lot of paramore's music to be the music that yn would make with her band when she was in high school!

in the 1d!yn universe, she wrote Girl Crush!! (I remember talking about it a while ago on here but I forgot what year she wrote & sold it lol)

I don't know much about jennifer lawrence but thats an interesting pair 👀

I'll base it off of ariana grande's net worth at 240 million. But we all know that no number can amount to her actual worth 💅

I'd say that on a scale of 1-10, she's about an 8. She's a household name and an absolute force to be reckoned with. She's the type of famous that she forgets that she is and she'll record herself reacting to tiktoks lying down in bed, make-up free, and just lose her mind laughing. Or there was another time when she took herself out on a brunch date bc Harry went out to play golf that morning. Two girls approached her table and politely greeted her, said how much they loved her and had tickets to see her show that night. But before they could leave, YN invited them to sit with her and spent the rest of the morning eating and chatting with them.

Her favorite color is lavender 💜

Harry is the more clingy of the two! He's always the one who lays himself on top of her when she's about to get out of bed. When they arrive at the stadium he's going to perform at, her hand is constantly intertwined with his. When she's doing some last-minute rehearsals and sound checks, he's sitting at the edge of the room as he watches her work while still giving her her space. Or when she's in her home studio, he insists that she sits in his lap as she works because he's missed her all day, promising that he won't be a distraction to her (even though he totally is). And don't get it twisted, she can be clingy too sometimes; she's just better at hiding it.

Her other good friends that she hangs out with whenever she can are: Abel (the weeknd), Perrie Edwards, and Alisha Davies (an old friend from Doncaster turned choreographer).

oh my gosh where do I even begin?! There's a couple that initially come to mind: Matt Healy, Alex Turner, and Taron Egerton. For some reason, I can hear Matt say in an interview: "YN YLN is totally fit. Yeah, she's a fucking babe she is."

OOO definitely! Fans from both fan bases had speculated that they might have dated in 2017 (they didn't) bc that's when they hung out in public for the first time. Some people still speculate that Abel might have a crush on her til this day.

I'd say they share the teasing role. She throws playful jabs at him left and right, but she's the one who helped coax out that side of him. While they tease one another behind closed doors ALL the time, their favorite time to make fun of each other is at each other's shows.

[cophene]

i. dizziness.

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pairing : p. fugo x gn reader summary : after finding a pensive, choleric ghost, a sales clerk must do everything in their power to help him cross over. but that becomes unfairly difficult when it's so easy to forget that he's already dead. notes : 20th century au, multi-chapter fic, sfw, doesn’t follow canon plot word count : 2.4k+

⊱ YOU DREADED THE DIZZINESS.You experienced it the way other people experienced migraines. A bout would come on suddenly and all at once, rendering you disoriented and nauseous. Sometimes you would be able to grit your teeth through it, so long as you concentrated on something stationary. But the worst ones made the ground lurch and stole your balance. Now you were thought of as clumsy and ungainly because you couldn't explain the dizziness to anyone.

You had gone to doctors. When they couldn't prescribe anything that worked, you went to the roughened grandmothers and then the illicit alleyways. Nothing worked. You couldn't get rid of the dizziness any more than you could change the nose on your face. It was a part of you. You knew that, but you had to try anyway.

Your dizziness had a bit of a psychic element to it, although telling that to anyone just made things worse. In some ridiculous, backwards way, it could warn you of danger, or else just general unpleasantry. When you were lost, you would get incredibly dizzy until you found the right street again. When the butcher tried to sell you last week cuts instead of new ones, your dizziness always let you know. And you always knew when a mean client was coming by the flash of dizziness that occurred before you saw them.

The dizziness was horrible, but it did have its merits. You just wished it could have taken some other form, like an itch on your nose or a prickle in your scalp.

Today though, a wave of dizziness broke so abruptly over you that you nearly crashed into the brick wall of a corner store. You caught your balance against the wall, fingers digging into the rough brick. You screwed your eyes shut to keep the pavement from lurching up at you. It felt like your brain was sloshing around in your skull and would spill from your ears if you kept moving. Suddenly, the ground slipped out from beneath you and you fell heavily. Your messenger bag broke your fall, but not before you heard something crack inside.

You hissed out a swear. The street swayed when you opened your eyes, so you closed them, trying to keep your breaths even. You didn't know how long you sat there, waiting for it to pass. Praying for it to pass. This couldn't be happening here. This couldn't be happening now. Nothing was ready. You were barely on your feet. The whole thing would go belly up before it started.

Eventually, your vision stabilized enough that you could read the sign across the street. Your head was still strangely fluid, but you forced yourself to your feet, pressing a hand against the brick wall to steady yourself. It was lucky that everyone on the street was too caught up in the post-work dash for home to notice your fall.

You flipped open your messenger bag to peek inside, wincing at what you saw. No time to dwell on that. You drew in a deep breath and stepped away from the corner store. You tried to continue down the street the way you'd been going, then immediately had to turn around. The dizziness got so much worse in that direction. Of course, it wouldn't be anywhere near your apartment.

You started to walk. Not exactly decisively, but with purpose. You were aware that you were walking in the opposite direction compared to most people, but you tried not to let that deter you. You clenched the strap of your messenger bag between both hands, your dizziness lessening with every step you took. You hated it. Why today of all days? You had so much to do; a mountain of unfinished correspondence on your desk and errands besides. There had been so many other optimal days when you had been stronger, more stable, less tired.

Where are they going to make me go? How far will I have to walk?

You hesitated at an intersection, not sure where to go. They could be anywhere. Someone's backyard. A restaurant. A balcony. Your great-uncle had nearly broken his neck climbing a fire escape. You'd be lucky if yours was even half as easy.

Left, your dizziness told you, and so you turned. If you continued down this way, there was nothing but warehouses and open fields. The workmen leaving for home eyed you suspiciously as you passed. The light was starting to disappear from the sky. Hopefully, you would be back before the streetlamps came on.

It would have been more fitting to continue straight on until you reached the cemetery. Although you realized that was a bit convenient. Still, it would've been nice. Nice as any of this could get, anyway.

You tried not to think too much about it. Once you started thinking, there would be questions that wouldn't have answers and worries that would go unassuaged. It would be easier if you just took things as they came. Deal with what was in front of you and nothing else.

The dizziness was getting better. You paused in a little alley between two warehouses. You were close. They would be around here somewhere.

You felt an inexplicable urge to check your appearance. Were your clothes rumpled? How did you smell? You discreetly sniffed your underarm, then cursed yourself. You were being a yuck. Who did you have to impress? Your only job was to get this over with. Worrying about your appearance was a waste of time and energy.

Beyond the warehouses was a chain link fence enclosing a field of grass. The town meant to build a school here. Or maybe it was another apartment complex, you couldn't remember.

Looking over your shoulder revealed there was no one nearby. You dumped your messenger bag on the ground, then wedged your shoe into one of the gaps of the fence. It was old and falling apart; there were gaps galore. The fence rattled loudly as you hauled yourself over the fence and dropped onto the other side. The light faded over tall, yellowing grass. It was unearthly quiet.

"Hello?" you called. "Is anyone here?"

You felt stupid. You were obviously the only one here. But your head felt blessedly clear. They had to be here.

"Hello?" you called again. "I'm not gonna hurt you! Just come on out!"

Silence. It pressed down on your ears and shoulders like a weight. You were getting nervous being out here. Why couldn't they just show themselves? You didn't have all day.

You waded out farther into the field. You didn't know what you were looking for; it was different for everybody. All you knew was that you would know. Some instinct would awaken and it would be clear. You just had to find them.

Your eyes were combing through the grass so hard that you nearly stumbled right over them. You caught yourself just in time, your heart leaping into your throat. You cursed yourself again, then crouched to get a better look.

A dusty fedora that must have been green at some point covered his face, matching his suit jacket and trousers. He was slender, one arm pillowing his head while the other rested on his stomach. In the middle of a goddamn nap, it looked like.

He wasn't quite solid however. He reminded you of those Impressionist paintings. Blurred around the edges. Softly wavering.

You waited for him to stir. When he didn't, you reached out tentatively to touch his shoulder. That was stupid, of course. Your hand passed right through, and it was like you'd plunged it into a bucket of ice water. You snatched it back.

"Hello? Can you hear me?"

No reaction. "Wake up. Come on, now."

He started. You sat back on your heels, watching as he lifted his arm and removed the fedora from his face. The first thing you noticed were his eyes. They were a heart-wrenching shade of violet. A tragic violet, like the light that tried to linger when twilight arrived.

He must have been around your age. A pensive mouth. Sharp jaw. Dark blonde hair that fell into his eyes. Finely handsome in the way those men in illustrated advertisements were. You stared too long but couldn't bring yourself to stop.

He looked like he had been about to smile but stopped himself. A tight look of consternation overtook his features.

"Who are you?" he rasped. He turned his head to look around. "Where am I?"

You told him the name of the town but that didn't seem to mean anything to him. He raised himself up on his elbows, frowning at the sea of dying grass.

"Who are you?" he asked again. "How did I get here?"

You didn't know how to tell him that, so you said nothing. He made to get up, but only then seemed to notice his hands. He raised one to his face, flipped it over. Then he quickly brought up his other hand.

"What's wrong with me? Why am I ....?"

He looked down at the rest of his body. All at once, he leapt to his feet, patting himself down wildly. He turned this way and that and again raised his hands to his face.

"What's wrong with me?!" he shouted. "Why do I look like this?"

You didn't know what you felt. Perhaps it was pity. It was easy enough for you to sit here, but for him it must have been—

"You're a ghost," you said bluntly. Tact had never been your strong suit. "You've passed away and now only your spirit is left."

For a second, it didn't seem like he'd heard you. He looked at his hands one last time, then dropped them to his sides.

"What do you mean? How is that even possible? Who are you? Did you do this to me?"

His voice was rising with every word. A manic light entered his eyes and you didn't like it.

"Calm down," you said. "I didn't do anything to you. I got thrown into this, the same way you did." You told him your name but you weren't sure if he heard you. He was trying to maintain his composure, his eyes closed as his shoulders rose and fell quickly. You didn't know what to do and felt like an idiot. You had to take control. You were the living one, not him.

"What's your name?" you asked. You might as well start there.

He screwed up his face. "I don't ... I don't remember."

You felt a pang in your chest. He must have been very far gone then.

"Try to remember."

He looked off somewhere beyond your shoulder, his lips parted. He murmured something silently to himself, as though testing to see if it seemed right.

"Fugo," he said. "I think—no, my name is Fugo."

You nodded. "Alright. We can go from there." That was all you could say though. A starburst of pain exploded from your chest, forcing you to double over. Fugo let out a gasp.

You clamped a hand over your chest, willing the pain to subside. You had forgotten about this. The bond. The link. Whatever you wanted to call it. The inextricable tether that would connect you and Fugo until you found some way to help him pass over.

The pain passed. You looked up at Fugo, suddenly struck by how young he seemed. The hair in his eyes was boyishly dishevelled. His expression was vulnerable. Lost. Maybe he would cry. You didn't know what you would do if he did.

"This isn't real. I can't be dead. It's just a dream. It's not possible—" Fugo rubbed his eyes with his hands as though that would do anything. He kept them there for a second and blew out a breath. You knew you should try to be more sympathetic, but it was late and you were tired. The field was starting to grow dark.

"It's not a dream," you said firmly. Then, "I'm sorry. I know this is a lot to take in. I want to help you. Can I ask you to listen to me?"

"Did you do this to me?" Fugo asked suddenly, and it caught you off guard. Your hackles raised.

"Are you asking if I killed you? Why would I be here right now if I had?"

"What else am I supposed to think? How could you find me here in the middle of nowhere? How can you see me if I'm a ghost?"

You set your jaw. "That pain you felt just now. That was our tether. You and I are bound, whether you like it or not."

"Bound?"

"I have to help you pass over or—"

"Pass over where?" Fugo asked intensely. "To purgatory? Hell?"

You blinked. "You're not going to hell. I just meant the afterlife."

Fugo scoffed. "There is no afterlife. This—" he waved an arm over himself "—must be some form of my personal hell. If I really am dead." Fugo raked a hand through his hair. He scoffed again, moving away from you. His shoes left no imprints in the grass.

You got to your feet. It seemed like Fugo, in particular, was terribly choleric. The best approach would be to give him space and let him take things at his own pace. You just wished he'd be more compliant. The last thing you wanted to do was stand in this field in the dark.

"What do you mean by 'cross over'?" Fugo didn't turn around as he said this. You stared at the back of his head, the way his blonde hair stuck up near the nape of his neck and how his suit jacket stretched across his shoulders.

"Ghosts linger because they need closure. Do you remember anything about yourself? Your life before you died?" Fugo didn't say anything and you continued. "That's the first order of business. For you to remember your life. How you died. Then I help you with whatever it is you need to get closure. There's something out there keeping you from moving on."

"Why you? We don't know each other, do we?" Fugo asked.

You swallowed. The best answer you could give was, "My family has a history with ghosts. We're haunted by more of them than most."

Fugo clenched his fists. He was looking beyond the field, beyond the chain link fence. He could run, but you would know where he was. The tether between the two of you made you keenly aware of his presence.

"I'm dead," he said flatly.

"You're dead," you affirmed.

Fugo rubbed a hand over his jaw, turning to you. "I don't feel dead, though. I just feel ... a little hollow. Although, maybe I've always felt that way."

He looked at you, his eyes darting from your face to your clothes. You held your breath despite yourself. Indeed, Fugo didn't look dead. If you only glanced at him, he could be alive as anyone. But it was that wavering temporariness to him. Like mirages that disappeared when you blinked.

You wished he would disappear. It would make things so much easier.

"Alright," Fugo sighed, grimly resigned. "What do we have to do?"

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[callmearcturus]

curious about your on-the-go fic-writing keeb and how it's set up. also the whole switches post gave me the incredible desire for some sort of "what's in my bag" sitch. thank you i liked reading about your switch opinions.

Oh hell yeah sure.

So my mobile keyboard is amazing.

This is an EPOMAKER NT68. It's a 65% bluetooth keyboard that I have used to, at this point, write about 80% of the PT Benji AU. It's a fucking joy to use.

I got it on sale from Bezo's Store for about 70 bucks (it's 95 right now). At the time, it came with Gateron Blacks installed but literally like seven of the fucking switches had bent pins and had to be replaced. It came with five spare switches so I was p pissed.

Which, I was fine obvsly because I keep buying switches on the cheap.

Okay but about this specific keyboard:

EPOMAKER NT68

Haimu Whisper Silent Tactile switches (which I LOVE, very good feedback without a ton of sound, great of typing at work)

Cannoncaps CXA Superplum (which is to to date the only caps I have ever paid full price for which I should not have done except they might be my Actual Favorite Profile. this is unfortunate bc they fucking never going on sale, but that special spacebar shape is incredible)

my lil vinyl record player artisan was a gift 8) the maker is 2Tcraft on Etsy

What I love about this keyboard is that

It allows for three BT connections at a time, so i can swap from my phone to my home PC to anything else with two buttons

the sound of it on a deskmat is actually one of my favorite noise profiles of any keeb I've used

it is the most portable keeb without going into weird Nuphy keebs (which I did consider a lot) or going Ortho (which I ALSO considered but this was before Akko put out an affordable Ortho option, god bless Akko)

it has a felt magnetic sleeve that can be folded around the keeb to protect it or into a lil triangle to prop your phone on, which I use all the time. when this thing starts wearing out, I will be very sad.

it fits into my cheapass Vera Bradley crossbody bag so i bring it with me everywhere and I have genuinely used it a fucking lot, like a LOT.

it is a major conversation starter, everyone at work wants to know more about it which is fun.

obviously I had switch issues with the stock keeb and had to swap out some non-working switches, BUT the stock is honestly very good otherwise and the caps it comes with feel perfectly fine. you can use them for a while without issue.

some caveats:

this thing is an investment. i told myself that basically this is what my patreon is for and I saved up for a few months to justify it to myself. i'm glad I did it but also Oof That Pricetag.

the software for this thing is fuckign incomprehensible. i have tried many many times to add some hotkeys to it and fucking forget it. I managed to turn off the lights and that's all I'm doing with it. if you want this for coding and need something very easy to add layers to, FUCKING FORGET IT. go get one of Drop's Orthos instead.

sometimes i type too fast for this thing lmao. it doesn't happen often but like if i'm REALLY going max speed, it will every once in a while (like once in a paragraph) miss a key. I'm fine with this because it doens't happen with casual use.

it is portable but you are gonna need to find a bag for it to fit into. It fits perfectly into a Vera Bradley Sling Backpack, which I picked up on clearance from my local Hallmark store oddly enough.

[victorluvsalice]

Valicer OT3 Week, Day Seven: Free Day!

It's the finale of OT3 Week! Thank you @ot3-week for bringing it to us! And, as is tradition, the final day is a "free day" for anything you may want to write --

And without a prompt to guide me, I naturally went back to my beloved Valicer In The Dark trio! :D Because my favorite AU of the moment definitely needs to be represented during this week as well. So have the trio hanging out in their lair after they've gotten established and fixed the place up some, with Victor bringing up an interesting topic of conversation...

--

“This is about as far from how I expected my life to go as possible.”

Smiler looked up from their spot on the floor, hand still wedged in the brushes of their Smile Sweeper automaton. “Hmmm?”

“It’s just – whenever I pictured my future, I pictured the plan my parents had made for me,” Victor continued, absently picking out a melody from the piano. “An arranged marriage to whoever was most likely to get them the status and the house in Brightstone my mother so craved. A job working in, then running Father’s cannery once he was ready to give up the reins. Children whenever Mother decided she wanted grandchildren. Things like that. I never – I hoped that I would come to love whoever my parents picked out for me, and that they wouldn’t mind me having a dog, but other than that...I didn’t really have any dreams for myself.” He looked around the living room. “Certainly not any that included me running away from home, becoming a Whisper, and setting up house in Six Towers with two people who actually and truly love me.”

“Don’t forget becoming a semi-famous criminal,” Alice put in, eyes still on her sketchbook.

Victor snorted. “That too. But yes – it’s really not where I thought I’d end up in life.”

“I don’t think any of us expected to end up here,” Smiler pointed out, finishing unwinding the thread that had tangled in the brushes. They flipped the Sweeper back over and switched on its electroplasmic battery, causing it to come back to life with a happy ping! “On my end, I thought I’d be living in Advocate headquarters for the rest of my life. Helping out fellow Advocates, advancing our causes, eventually trading Joy Serum sales on the street for taking over the shop in Nightmarket from Mum and Dad. Maybe get married and have children, maybe not – I wasn’t going to commit until I knew for sure it was going to make me happy. But in my future, I always put the Advocates first.” They grinned. “Then a man fell out of a wall in front of me and Alice, and everything took a big old left turn.”

“It was more to our side,” Alice said, smirking as she looked up. “But they have a point, Victor – do you think I expected any of this to happen? I couldn’t picture a future for myself at all for years – all throughout my time in Rutledge. It was too hard to think of a life without my family. And even when I realized I had to and defeated the Queen of Hearts to get myself out of there, I never thought much beyond the next week or so – simple survival always took precedence. Hell, even when you caught me on the way to Nan’s to talk to her about Bumby and what I should do, Smiler, I didn’t have any plans beyond taking care of him.” She bit her lip, lowering her sketchbook to her lap. “I think, subconsciously, I assumed I’d immediately get caught for his murder and Hollowed out.”

“Alice,” Victor started, getting up from the bench.

“I’m fine,” Alice assured him, holding up a hand. “And that’s the crux of the matter, isn’t it? I’m fine. Not perfect, but – bloody hell, in a better state than I ever thought I might achieve after Rutledge. I still talk to things that aren’t there, sure, but it’s not nearly as bad as it was. Wonderland’s even gone from hindrance to help, in fact – you two know my hallucinations are better at picking up things than I am sometimes. And as for the rest of it – I’ve got a roof over my head, I’ve got time for hobbies, I’m making a difference for those less fortunate than myself – in a very illegal manner, granted, but fuck the Bluecoats and all the corrupt shites they stand for–” She looked from Smiler to Victor, expression softening. “And I’ve got two people who love me, which is two more than I ever imagined.”

Victor smiled, going to join her on the couch. “Me too. I’m – I’m so happy I fell out of that wall in front of you two. Or, to the side, or – near you,” he finally said with a laugh. “Let’s just say near you.”

“I’m happy too,” Smiler said, releasing the Sweeper onto the floor and getting up to join them. “I don’t even want to imagine life without you two now. You’re my best friend, Alice – and you’re the best partner I could have ever dreamed of, Victor. I love you both so much.”

“I couldn’t have put it better myself,” Alice said, taking Victor’s hand and giving it a squeeze. “I know it was a bit of a long, bumpy road to get here, what with all the nonsense surrounding how we met and our chosen profession, but – I am so glad we put in the work.”

Victor squeezed her hand back, then took Smiler’s as they sat down next to him. “Me too. I am truly blessed to have you both in my life. I can’t wait to spend all our remaining years together.”

“Same,” Smiler said, leaning their head against his shoulder.

“Same,” Alice echoed, doing the same. “I just hope we have plenty of them – we have ticked off a lot of powerful and important people.”

“Well, they have to find our heavily-warded and ghost-protected house first,” Smiler said with a cheeky grin. “And good luck to them.”

“Mmm – though, that reminds me,” Victor said, looking between them. “I overheard in the greenhouse the other day a woman talking about how she was looking for someone to steal a brooch back from her estranged husband...”

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EVERY HOUR

Pairing : Professor!Bucky x Antiquarian!Reader

Summary : The day you and Bucky met in your antique shop. Four years later, you're together. Bucky became an Historian professor and he's still ho as ever.

Teaser for Romance 202

Warning : AU, fluff, smut, mentions of injuries during war, mentions of PTSD, female reader, sextoy, oral (f to m), teasing, fingering. (Tell me if I forget any!)

Minors do not interact

Word count : 2153

Author's note : A huge thank to the.stan.page on instagram who corrected my work and suggested me to turn this OS into a fanfiction. I hope you'll read Romance 202. Do not hesitate to leave a comment and revlog my work!

When you met Bucky, he wasn’t a very talkative person. He had been in the army for two years, but during his last mission he found himself trapped in a house fire. Steve, Sam and Natasha managed to save his life, but the left part of his body was burned. But the worst was his mind: his nights were filled with nightmares. The days were no better : too many sounds, too much light, too much everything.

Following this trauma, he had to have regular appointments with a therapist. As it was difficult to go out, the therapist agreed to come to Bucky's small apartment. The first few months, Bucky barely talked. One or two words or not at all. Eventually, he started to talk more about how he felt even if it was still really hard for him. A year later, it was less difficult for him to go out. Sports helped him, reading too. He also started to browse garage sales and collect vintage furniture : staying at home made him realise he never focused more on what he was interested in. But he soon discovered he loved things from the past.

Finally, he decided to move. His apartment was too small for him. It represented a bad year and he needed to leave, to have something bigger and focus on his future : becoming a professor. As Bucky loved vintage and retro style, he eventually settled for an old house, not far from the city but isolated enough, and decided to decorate it in those styles he loved.

Steve offered him his old phonograph and some furniture he inherited from his mother. Bucky found a few things in garage sales, but it wasn’t enough and he headed for an antique shop. That’s where he met you.

When he entered your shop, he felt like he was entering a place from another time. You were on the phone - probably with a client - and the device you were using was a rotary phone from the 1930s. You were wearing a beautiful dress that fitted the theme of your shop, and your smile was brighter than the sun.

He didn’t hear you talking to him as he was way to focus on an old clock that reminded him of the one his grandmother had. His sister Rebecca and he spent some of their holidays with her. When he couldn’t sleep, he always referred to its sound to know what time it was.

Unfortunately, his grandmother passed away years ago and they had to sell it to pay for her funeral. His father had abandoned them, and his mother had three different jobs so that he and Rebecca wouldn’t lack anything.

“Sir?”he finally heard a voice. Turning his head, he saw you near him, a smile still on your face.

“Sorry, I… I wasn’t really there,” he apologised, but you didn’t seem annoyed. On the contrary, you laughed lightly“Don’t worry, I can understand. This furniture is incredible. They contain a lot of memories, and sometimes - and I think it’s your case - they bring back people we miss, they remind us of our past.”

“You have a really special way of talking about all this.” Bucky told you, admiration in his voice. He knew he could hear you talk all day about your shop, about you, about anything.

He noticed that you blushed “I just love old things. They’re splendid and have something I can’t find in contemporary furniture. Anyway, I should talk less and let you look around, see if you find more treasures. If you need me, I’ll be at my desk.”

“Actually…” Fuck. What could he say? He didn’t want you to leave, your presence was so comforting. “Do… do you… can…” fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What was wrong with him? “Sorry, looks like I’m at a loss for words when I’m around a beautiful woman.” He slapped himself mentally.

You blushed and avoided his gaze. You wanted to say thank you, or at least tell him that he was really handsome, that he was as special as the antique furniture in your shop, but you were never good with compliments.

“So, huh, can I help you with something?” you tried to change the subject.

Fuck, Buchanan. Now she thinks you’re weird and embarrassing. He probably ruined all his chances to ask you out. In his defence, he hadn’t dated for a while.

“Yeah, huh… I’d like to know the price for this clock, and if you have phones like the one you were using when I came in. I bought a new house and I’m redecorating,” he explained, doing his best to make you feel more comfortable and forget about the awkward situation.

However, you didn’t think he was weird. You were just too shy and wasn’ t used to someone flirting with you. Especially a man who seemed to love old things as much as you did.

“Well, the clock is $1500. Do you want it?”

“Yes please. I’ll just have to message a friend to help me carry it.” Steve had a truck large enough to transport the clock and any other furniture Bucky bought. Money wasn’t a problem for him because he inherited from his uncle a year ago.

“No problem. I’ll just hang a tag to indicate it’s sold, just in case another customer walks in and is also interested in your new clock. About the phone”, you continued after adding the tag, “I have three models left.”

On a shelf near the back of the store were three old rotary phones.

“From left to right you have the 50AL candlestick at $400. This desk set was the first free-standing dial telephone and was introduced in 1919. The model 202 at $300, introduced in 1930, and can be identified by its oval base. Finally, the model A1 at $100. In 1927, Western Electric produced its first model to use a handset, making it easier for the subscriber to use the telephone while keeping a hand free for taking notes or performing other tasks.”

Bucky was really impressed by your knowledge and was ready to buy the whole store to hear you explain every story of every object.

“I think I’m gonna take the 202. I wish I could take the candlestick too, but I have a lot of other things to buy.”

“I can understand”, you said as you were taking the phone he chose to put it in a beautiful box. You then lead him to your desk. “That will be $1800, please.”

Bucky just needed to pay. Steve would be there any minute now that he sent the message.

“I’m really lucky I have found your shop.” He hesitated, then said : “I’m James by the way.”

You stopped your movements, took a deep breath and Bucky really thought you were going to ask him to leave and never come back. But you just looked at him and your eyes were like gems to him.

“I… I’m Y/N. I’m glad you found some treasures here.”

Bucky wanted to ask for your number, but Steve decided to arrive at this exact moment and they had to leave now because he was double parked. So he waved at you, making you smile. He spent the rest of the day thinking about you, installing the clock in his hallway, and his new phone. He tried to do the latter as fast as possible for one reason : when he opened the box to unpack the phone, he found a card with a phone number and a note :

And he didn’t wait until the next day to hear your voice again.

I hope you will call me with you new phone

~Y/N

After that, you saw each other very often and after a few months, you started dating. You went together on garage sales to find antiquities for your shop, and to help Bucky set up his house. He shared his desire to become a history professor and you encouraged him and helped him.

After two years together and when he obtained his diploma, Bucky asked you to move in with him. You accepted without hesitation.

Now you were together for four years.

You were in the library part of the house, reading a book you just bought, when Bucky arrived wearing his fucking glasses, a boxer and a long vest, a newspaper in his hand.

Fuck, you thought, he is so hot. And it made you wet already.

“Good morning, Sir.”

“I love when you call me like that, sunshine.”

“Well, you’re dressed in a way, I could get on my knees for you.”

“Oh, you’re gonna be on your knees. But first, I want you naked on my lap while reading the newspaper.”

He wanted to play, and you were wetter just thinking about it. Bucky sat on the couch and looked at you with.

“Don’t make me wait, sunshine. Or I’ll have to punish you.”

You slowly removed your dress, your eyes never leaving his, and asked : “Is that supposed to make me go faster?”

“I sometimes forget that you love it when I spank you”, he said while taking your hands to put you on his lap. For you, it wasn’t really fair to be the only one naked, so you tried to remove his vest. Unfortunately for you, Bucky wanted to make you wait.

Without any warning, he put a finger inside and removed it instantly, making you moan then whine at the loss.

“Try again to undress me before I finish reading, and I edge you until tonight.”

You didn’t want that… at least not today. It was always worth it when he edged you for hours, but at the moment, you weren’t patient.

“Can I at least kiss your neck ?”

“Yes my sunshine.”

You kissed him softly on his neck, sometimes playing with his hair. What made you smile was that you noticed he was struggling to focus on his reading : his neck was a sensitive part, you knew it and continued your soft kisses, biting this spot that made him weak.

However, Bucky had a little surprise for you and your pussy. You soon felt something against your clit and inside you. It wasn’t Bucky, and it was vibrating. And damn, it felt so good.

“Fuck… Jamie…”, you moaned.

“Sunshine, I can feel you dripping. You’re so wet, and that makes me so hard”, he whispered in your ear.” “Now, be a good girl and get down on your knees to suck me.”

Once you were in position, Bucky lifted your chin up and told you with a grin : “And sunshine? Don’t let the toy fall.”

You slowly took him in your mouth, squeezing your legs to keep the vibrator inside you. And it was a hard thing to do considering how wet you were. Bucky was moaning and whispering your name as you took him all in. The feeling of your mouth and tongue around his cock was sending him to heaven. But he knew it was nothing compared to your tight pussy.

What was he reading again?

“James…, he heard you moan, “gonna cum…”

Oh, no, he thought, you were not. Not on this toy. He really wanted to play but he wanted you to milk his cock, to cum around him. In a second, the toy was on the floor and Bucky inside you.

“Fuck, sunshine… you’re so tight.”

Just a few thrusts and you were coming. But it didn’t stop Bucky. He continued pounding your pussy relentlessly.

“James… fuck… so good… but can’t…”, that’s all the words you mangaged to say. Bucky didn’t stop. He wanted you. He needed you. You were his, and he was marking you. Gripping your hips, kissing you, leaving hickeys wherever his mouth stopped, sucking your nipples. It was hard to talk or even think with how your man made you feel.

“You can give me another one, sunshine. Just one more orgasm. I know you can, you will. It won’t be your first time having multiple orgasms, thanks to me.”

You were so close now, and Bucky too. You could feel it.

“Come inside James. Please.”

He didn’t need more to paint your insides white while you were cumming again around his cock. None of you moved. Your head was on Bucky’s neck and one of his hands was in your hair, the other on your lower back. You were both panting, but feeling great.

“That was so good, Jamie.”

“Did you love the toy?”

“Very much, Mr Barnes. You can use it whenever you want.”

“Don’t tempt me”, he chuckled.

“I wondered”, you started saying while looking into his blue eyes, “do you prefer having sex in the morning or in the evening?”

“Every hour if possible. So I hope you’re ready for the day.”

You moved your hips, making him moan, his cock hardening again.

“I’m ready right now, Professor Barnes.”

[mrdangam]

Grocery List

Remember to get raw meat—the kind that resembles the palms of your hands before they turn into angry fists; also, get tomatoes, you’ll know it’s good when it’s as red as your face like when you’re about to burst out of frustration; bite your own tongue, nobody believes a girl your age, instead, pick up some cow tongue for tonight’s curry; leave your heart to rest at home, people become greedy and grabby over things that aren’t theirs; grab milk, skip the skim, you’re not here to impress anyone; get this brand of chai masala, the one that impresses a man, but not enough to make him stay; skip the clothing store; find a salwar kameez cut from the same cloth as you and me, it’s cheaper that way; make sure you grab a newspaper on your way back; don’t stay out too late, it gets dangerous; have you heard about the mother who intentionally broke her daughter’s leg to save her? no amma, and please don’t do that to me, I promise I'll come home to you every night, just like I always do, I have nowhere else to go; only buy this particular brand of sugar, it’s sweet enough to satisfy a man’s desires yet respectful enough to safeguard a woman’s integrity; your split ends need attention; get bhringaraja oil, almond oil, and alma oil—specifically Dabur Vatika, not Parachute, that’s what you’ll need to grow hair long enough to keep you warm on cold nights, when there’s nobody to hold you; no need for jasmine perfumes; bottle your sadness into a scent, like the salty oceans out front; pick up some basmati rice; it’s just around the corner from the mishti store—what, you don’t know where it is? no, ma, there’s nothing there, the mishti store hasn’t been around for years; there was one, at least when I was younger; it must have been Pakistan that razed it to the ground; flames would seep from ruptured points and exit wounds on the streets as I made my way home from school; did you know they would sell rasgulla and rajbhog for a couple hundred taka? just like the amount your parents sold you off? Was it love then?; Mamoni, if it’s love that you’re looking for, you won’t find it for sale anywhere, true love only exists in poetry and books; can’t I buy books and read it out loud enough times until it becomes real enough for me to hold it in my hands?; mark off the food mold at the top of the list; it seems like it’s already shaped you into the woman you needed to become; don’t flash anger on me; anger is what a man exhibits when feeling insecure; are you any less than a man? no, amma, but sometimes I feel lesser than the lizards that crawl out inbetween the cracks of our walls at night; it’s not cruel; our ammas make us do this too, turning us into constant wars in our minds with no clear sight of the goal and out of reach; don’t look too deeply into the man with kajal under his eyes, dressed in a black kurti, even if he greets you with his hands down; he’s not the type to pen dramatic shayaris for you during arguments; he’s fluent only in Hindi, can’t even read Sanskrit, while you effortlessly weave poetry in Bengali, Hindi, Arabic, and hold onto the little Urdu you know, only because I raised you that way; he won’t opt for rickshaws or autos when you can easily walk the 8-minute distance to the grocery store; he’ll buy you the saris; he’ll buy you the jhumkas; he’ll even buy you the mendhi but won’t learn how to apply it for you; he won’t treat you to pani puri from the street vendor outside or let you coax the older bhai to add more chili powder to the mysterious liquid that’ll most definitely give you food poisoning; he won’t center your bindi for you; won’t allow you to adjust the collar of his kurti; doesn’t even consider offering you the last samosa; he’s a man raised among girls who were taught that their thoughts speak louder than words, and sometimes, not to speak at all; he won’t let you experience the freedom you have with me; don’t even entertain the idea of leaving me; oh, and one last thing, don’t forget to wear that dupatta; you always forget; sometimes, I think you do it deliberately to upset me

[danpuff-ao3]

Magnificent Maddy, beautiful @thebooktopus, sweet special someone...here's to you!

Maddy started this excellent month last year, so it seems only right I start with her this year! All the effort and LOVE Maddy put into her posts last year? Incredible. I checked every day, so excited to see who she would talk about. I ended up following several new people last year thanks to her, and checking out many new stories (even for ships and tropes I don't normally read!) And I walked away with many new friends!

Following March last year, I was deep in Snarry-a-Thon hell, having actual meltdowns trying to write Contempt. Listen, I'm a mess on a good day, especially when writing, but never more so than writing Contempt! And when I was sobbing and second-guessing myself, Maddy was one of the lovely humans who offered to look at my draft for me and who encouraged me to keep going. Truly, I have no idea what I would have done without her and others' help! My poor precious fic would have ended up in the trash, if not my whole laptop on fire! Her time and care meant so much to me then and is still so special to me now, knowing how important her help was in finishing a work I love so much.

There is such goodness in Maddy's heart, and her generosity and kindness are so inspiring and incredible. She has been an absolute sweetheart! Of course, Maddy is more than just the love she gives. She is a creator in her own right! So many goodies she's made, a variety of ships and stories! I've specially selected FIVE to recommend to you! And if you can, please be sure to leave Maddy some love!

Galaxies in Their Eyes

Ginny/Luna. Rated: T. Words: 350. Trans Luna. Self-acceptance. Love. Affection.

This moment exists for Luna and Ginny together, here and now, and across all of the galaxies.

I Fell Heavy Into Your Arms

James Sirius/Teddy. Rated: E. Words: 15,638. Secret relationship. Falling in love. Minor Scorbus. Fluff & smut. Next Gen Fest 2022.

James has moved home, and he's all grown up. Teddy takes notice. 

Or: how James and Teddy tried to keep their hands off each other in the lead-up to Albus and Scorpius' wedding and didn't exactly succeed.

I Wanna Be On You

Draco/Harry. Rated: E. Words: 6,565. Roommates. Friends to lovers. Fluff & smut. H/D Wireless 2022.

What is it about Draco singing off-key in their kitchen that pushes Harry to admit his feelings? One thoughtful act between roommates that leads to so much more.

Life After Quidditch

Marcus/Oliver. Rated: E. Words: 11,000. Enemies to lovers. Injuries. Minor Drarry. Minor Ginsy. Charity auctions. Fluff and smut. Wood You Rather 2022.

After a career-ending injury, Oliver Wood is forced to take an early retirement. And what does early retirement look like for famous Quidditch players? The charity circuit. Galas, bake sales, auctions—you name it, Oliver’s agent had signed him up for it.

Oliver didn’t know what to expect from this new life, but it certainly wasn’t Marcus Flint popping up at every turn. Or for him to be friendly and welcoming, unwilling to let Oliver stew in his self-loathing. Or for him to look so good in yoga pants. Or to fall for the git.

Space Girl

Ginny/Luna. Rated: M. Words: 350. Love-letters. Kinkuary 2022. Face-sitting.

You, my love, my moon. I worry sometimes that you are just an interloper here, destined again someday for the stars. People comment that your head is in the clouds, but I know the truth: it’s the whole of you up there, floating around, unbothered and ungoverned by the laws of this world. 

Oh, also, can't forget last year's Mutuals March Masterlist!

for an explanation about Mutuals March, or to figure out why i wrote you a thing, please check out this post.

[naquey]

One of A Kind

contains: original characters, x reader, ocs x reader, angel x reader, grim reaper x reader, male x reader, black butler ocs, angel, grim reaper, gender neutral reader

Scenarios for Raziel, Matthew O'Harris, Oscar (I cut out Reggie's bit because I didn't know what to do for him)

dividers by: @cafekitsune (blue) & @plutism (fleur de lice fancy)

Raziel - The Angel Butler

The last thing you expected was to get attacked tonight. You were walking home just after dark, the street lamps lighting your way. The attacker was a man with chartreuse eyes, you would never forget such a vibrant hue. Your saviour on the other hand was a man you saw quite often in your boutique. He never bought anything, only browsed the items for sale.

He was tall. Dressed in a white three piece suit with white gloves, a white ribbon tying his dark purple hair back. His tie and his shoes were the only things that were black. The man came out of nowhere, shoving the attacker out of the way.

"You really must be more careful." His amber eyes were as striking as the chartreuse eyes of the attacker.

"Were you following me? There was no one else on the street?" You looked around, confirming your suspicions.

"Oh, you must have missed me. Luckily, I was able to defend you. Shall I walk you home?"

"How can I trust you?" You put your hands on your hips.

"It isn't smart to leave one such as yourself alone in the dark, who knows what lurks out there." There was a smile playing at his lips.

"What's your name?"

"Raziel."

"Raziel? That sounds like some biblical name, your parents must have been proud believers of the faith. Y/n" You stuck your hand out for him to shake.

"Yes, yes, my parents were in fact big believers." A flash of annoyance lit up in his eyes. Were they gold for just a second?

You and Raziel walked home, mostly in silence. He wasn't much of a talker from what you gathered, and whenever you asked questions his answers were short and to the point. He also seemed to miss when you were blatantly flirting with him, but it wasn't that big of a deal. If anything, you would be able to see him again if he visits the boutique tomorrow.

He stopped at your door, standing with perfect posture. It was almost uncanny how perfect he moved. Almost as if he wasn't human. You waited for a moment, looking at him expectantly. He quirked a brow, confusion crossing his features.

"What are you waiting for? Go in." He ushered with his hands.

"I would have at least thought you'd want to come inside." You tilted your head. "Most guys do."

"Unforetunately, it is getting quite late." Raziel checked his pocket watch.

"Right," You couldn't help but pout. You really wanted him to come inside. There was just something so alluring about him. "Will I see you tomorrow?"

"Of course,"

Matthew O'Harris - Grim Reaper -

You always saw him at the cemetary. Dressed in a black suit and tan trenchcoat holding a black umbrella. Sometimes he had a brief case with him. He was always so hauntingly beautiful. It was as if he was a black rose. Typically you would either catch him on his way to the cemetery or coming from the cemetery. Strangely, no one else seemed to notice him. Nor did he ever seem to notice you.

That is, until one day.

"How do you know the recently deceased?" You asked, standing behind him.

A funeral procession had just taken place and the body was put in the grave half an hour ago. Yet, he was here as if he was at the funeral.

"Pardon?" He turned around, playful blue eyes and a smile. He looked so happy for someone in a cemetery.

"The deceased. How do you know them?"

"Oh, I'm just an old friend." He held out his open umbrella to shield you from the rain.

You leaned around him to look at the grave, reading the birth and death date.

"You are aware she was at least sixty when she died?" You rose a brow, giving him a pointed look.

"I make friends with the elderly."

He looked so calm for someone that might be lying. You decided not to push it, he would be sweating and freaking out if he was lying.

"Y/n." You introduced yourself.

"Matthew O'Harris." He mirrored the way you stood.

"O'Harris? Are you Irish?" Your eyes narrowed.

"Far from it, just a family name. Say, we should get out of this rain before it picks up." He chuckled heartily and began to walk. He had this type of grace in the way he moved.

It was strange how cold he was even after you two got inside. People gave you strange looks as you sat at a table and began to converse with the man but you paid them no mind, people in London always had to look and judge.

You spent hours talking to each other at the pub, he offered to pay for drinks and food. When he checked his pocket watch his eyes widened and he adjusted his glasses. You didn't notice how vibrant his eyes were until now.

"Oh, will you look at the time? Will, will have my head if I don't finish my paper work?"

"Will? You give your boss a nickname?"

"Er... You can think of it like that, yeah." He chuckled.

The rain hadn't let up from earlier, the two of you stood under the awning of the pub.

"Take this." He handed you his umbrella.

"Wait, but what about you?"

"I don't need it, trust me."

"How will I return it?"

"Come find me at the cemetary."

You watched him leave through the rain before you could grab him and pull him back. Looking away for a second you no longer saw him when you looked at the street again. It was like he vanished out of thin air.

Such a strange man.

Oscar - The Missing Prince -

His name came out of nowhere, but Lizzie made you attend the party with her. Ciel Phantomhive was seen talking with a brunette you didn't recognize. They were both accompanied by their butlers—a man clad in black and a man clad in white. The sight was very strange.

Of course, Lizzie took Ciel off to either dance or talk, or eat the finger foods at the buffet leaving you with the brunette. The butlers had seemingly disappeared as well.

"Are you enjoying the party?" He sounded older, and looked older than Ciel or even Lizzie.

The ruffled clothes he was wearing did not look like anything he would wear. His eyes were this icy shade of blue that almost made them look gray, his brown hair was light and just reached his chin. A rather shaggy style for a nobleman.

"Forgive me, but parties are not exactly my forte."

"I understand completely." Oscar sighed, his shoulders relaxing. He ran a hand through his hair.

"This wasn't you idea, was it?"

"Not at all. My friend Ciel- er- Earl Phantomhive thought it would be a great way to build my reputation."

"He's rather thoughtful, but you look like a fish out of water." You laughed.

"I have no idea what I'm doing." Oscar sighed.

"Good, that makes two of us." You elbowded him playfully. "Would you like to dance?"

"Oh, I can't dance."

"Nonsense! That doesn't matter."

You pulled him to the dancefloor, joining the other dancers. Doing your best to copy their motions. Oscar wasn't much of a dancer either, but at least he was smiling. Perhaps, he was even having some fun?

When the song ended he doubled over, trying to regain his composure after getting so dizzy. All that spinning really did a number on him.

"Punch, my lord?" As if on cue, his butler came over with a silver tray in hand.

"No, no. I just need some place to sit."

"I do believe there are empty chairs on the balcony."

"Thank you, Raziel."

You followed him out to the balcony, leaning against the railing as he sat in one of the chairs catching his breath. He was pulling at his clothes around his chest, but you pretended not to notice. It wasn't wise to watch him like this, but the way he struggled was quite interesting. You wanted to know what was causing him such distress, but you wouldn't pry. He could throw you out of his house!

"I'm sorry I had to cut our dancing short."

"No, no! It's quite alright! I'd much rather prefer standing out here than dancing in a stuffy ballroom."

"Hah. Ciel would make a mockery if he saw me like this." Oscar chuckled, shaking his head.

"You're quite close with Lord Phantomhive."

"We... We're unlikely friends, I suppose."

"Is it because you're close in age?"

"No, no. I'm far older than him."

"How old?"

"Nineteen."

"Oh."

You heard Lizzie faintly calling for you, but you didn't respond to her. Instead, you continued looking at the night sky.