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This is a flash fiction about a youtuber than begins to grow right alongside her audience after starting a new mukbang series. Trying out a pretty different writing style, i hope you enjoy:)

“Hey guys, welcome back to my channel! As always, don't forget to like and subscribe, and let's just get into it! So I know you guys have been loving my mukbang story time series, and we have part 4 coming at you right now. This is some serious drama, so let me get set up and show you what I got for today. I know last time I did crab legs, but like everybody does crab leg mukbangs so honestly I'm just like, how can I be different, ya know? So I asked you guys what I should have and you blew up my twitter poll, I can’t believe over 300 people voted. The final choice was Burger Shack, so I got it! I’m gonna try all their new menu items and rate them while I tell you all about my ex best friend and how she totally snaked me. Oh these are good. What are these? I didn't even know Burger Shack made jalapeno poppers. So, I met my ex best friend, let's call her Tina, when I was…”

“Hey guys, welcome back to my channel! Thank you guys so much for all the new subscribers! I had no idea my last video would go viral like that! I can't even believe it, like I'm literally still shook. I’ve been having so much fun making these mukbang story times, so like and subscribe if you want more! Ok so we’re on part 7 right? And now for the moment everybody alway wants to see, this is our spread for the day. You guys voted for pizza but there was a comment with like 4000 likes saying to do a footlong sub, so i'm doing both. And I'll need it, cause this part is wild. So at this point, Tina’s ex Bradley had entirely fallen for Sam and it was soooo beyond obvious, but when I actually talked to Tina about it…”

“Hey guys, welcome back to my channel! You already know exactly what we’re doing today, it's another mukbang story time! Don't forget to comment, like, and subscribe, and make sure you follow my twitter to vote in my weekly poll! I love letting my followers choose my mukbang meals, so make sure to show support so I can keep doing this series! All this food is getting really expensive. Ok so, today we have Taco Palace, and I've never been here before so I had to try everything. They have like 12 types of tacos, I literally couldn't choose. So we got the 12 taco combo pack, all 4 burritos, a couple gorditas, two tortas, another 12 pack of taquitos, and chips and queso. Oh my god, everything smells so good. I wish you guys could smell this right now. Ok so where were we, part 12? So it's still March right? And Courtney posted on her finsta that Sam was faking her pregnancy, which wouldn't have been that big of a deal if Courtney hadn't been middle school friends with Tina's new boyfriend, which means he saw the finsta post before…”

“Hey guys, welcome back to my channel. I’m excited to get into today's video. I think we're on part 19, but before that, I just have something that I need to say. I love making content and I'm so grateful that I get to make these videos for you all. You guys love and appreciate me so much and I really feel that, but not everybody in my life supports my career the way my subscribers do. I saw some old friends for the first time in a while this weekend and they were all so unsupportive and so jealous. They told me that I should stop doing this mukbang series even though it's going so well, I mean literally just hating for no reason. I wore some newer stuff, some nicer clothes, and my friend was like ‘I'm glad you have so many subscribers but you’re really looking different now, maybe slow down on the mukbangs.’ Like, she's actually mad I have money and can upgrade? She was just like, straight up jealous, because later I heard her whispering with my other friends about my clothes. Sorry I can afford designer and you can't! Like it really just broke my heart that they don't wanna see my success. Those are the kinds of people you don't want around you, and I just wanted to say, never let someone take your shine. Anyways, getting into the food, last week you all voted for chinese but after everything from yesterday I wanted cake, so I got both. As usual, I got almost everything on the menu to try, I actually just had this place a few days ago and their sesame chicken is amazing. Ok, where were we? Right, the baby. So anyways, when Sam walked into the room with that baby everyone was beyondddd gagged…”

“Hi guys, welcome back to my channel! Make sure you like and subscribe, we’re getting into part 25 today and this is where things really get crazy. Before I do, we have a quick word from our sponsor, Cravings Potato Chips. Everybody knows and loves Cravings, but with their three new flavors, I just haven't been able to put down the bag. Cravings was kind enough to send me a lifetime supply of all of their fan favorites and I’ve never been happier, I mean look at the size of this box! I've got, like, 5 more in the garage. So for today, we’re gonna have Cravings Potato Chips in sour cream and onion, original, and BBQ while we eat our main mukbang. Speaking of, you guys went crazy on the poll, I can't believe almost 6000 people voted. We’re back to an old classic, pizza from Formaggio's. If you don’t know Fromaggios, like what are you even doing? They have the best garlic butter stuffed crust in like, the whole world. And they were doing a buy one get one, so I got two pizzas, buffalo and barbecue wings, and then two of those cinnamon things. You guys know I’m obsessed with these, I've had them in so many mukbangs before. So, let’s talk about it. At this point, Erin is holding Tina’s phone over the blender and everyone is screaming, and Cici turns to me and says….”

“Hi guys, welcome back to my channel! So you guys know I always start my videos by asking you to like, comment, and subscribe, but there’s something I need to remind everybody. Even though I share a lot of my life, you guys don’t know everything about me. So to all the people in my comments saying I’m pregnant, please get some business to mind. I mean really, I saw a comment that said something like ‘She’s so obviously pregnant, she’s eating so much and just look at her face.’ Like oh, you’re my doctor all of a sudden? Some of you guys loooove to make assumptions. This is social media guys, it’s not all real. So while it seems like I’m eating a lot of food I’m really not, it’s just a pretty normal amount for the video and I always have some leftovers. So it’s not pregnancy cravings, it’s just my series. I love sharing my life with you guys but I had to clear the air cause the comments were getting ridiculous. Anyways, today I got food from a brand new restaurant that just opened up, they do Italian. I have all 5 of their pastas, some garlic bread, 2 calzones, and an order of cannolis. And of course, I have my Cravings Chips. So let’s get into it, part 32. So Dylan had just yelled ‘Pull the trigger you bastard’, and I guess Tina was in a silly goofy mood cause she…

“Hey guys, welcome back to my channel! Thanks so much for watching and don’t forget to like and subscribe! I know you guys have been loving that I’ve been posting more often, so I think we’re gonna keep it up and record three story times a week from now on. I just want to thank you guys from the bottom of my heart, you make it possible for me to do what I love! Let me show you what we have for today. I’m like, starving right now and I couldn’t decide what to get since you guys voted for Chicken Me Tender and they’re closed on mondays. That’s totally my bad. I’m gonna film another story time tomorrow to make up for it, but today I went with burger shack again. If you know me, you know I’m like, obsessed with their jalapeño poppers. I actually invented a better way to eat them, you dunk 3 in ranch then put them on one of the sweet and spicy bbq double bacon cheeseburgers, I’m telling you, you gotta try it. I could literally eat like 10. Alright, so we’re settled and we got our food, let’s get into the story. I know last week everybody had questions about how Tina’s father was even issued a passport as a fugitive of the law, but there’s a really obvious explanation…”

“Hey guys, welcome back to my channel! Thank you guys so much for liking, commenting, and subscribing, I can’t believe I’m actually celebrating 100,000 subscribers! It feels unreal to say that out loud, you guys have changed my life and I couldn’t be more grateful. Before I started making this series I had tried every type of video, and to any creators who are in the place I was, don’t give up. You just have to find your niche. Another thing I wanna say to smaller creators is don’t compare yourself to larger, established creators and wish that you had what they have. Like for example, when I was broke I would look at rich creators and be so jealous of their designer clothes, but now that I actually can afford the designer clothes I found out that they’re so cheap, like Shein quality for real. They’re always tight and they never fit, they rip and the buttons snap off, and they shrink before I even wash them. You have to replace them so often and all the sizing makes no sense, so things aren’t always as good as they seem! Anyways, you guys voted for sushi today, so I had to get the catering party platter just so I can try everything. I’m so excited, and you know we have our Cravings Chips here too. I actually can’t wait, this looks so good, hold on. Ok, It’s part 38, This is where the story starts to get unbelievable. So it’s been over 61 days since her disappearance, right?”

Hey guys, welcome back to my channel! As always, don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe! I’m so excited to announce my new sponsor, Harlequin ice cream. Harlequin makes the highest quality ice cream possible with heavy cream made from grass fed cows, and they’ve created the world's first ever butter ice, an ice cream made of pure, hand churned, organic butter instead of cream for the richest taste possible. Harlequin has over 30 flavors, and you can use my discount code mukbang to get 20% off your first purchase. I know this is an ad guys, but I swear I'd say this for free, Harlequin is literally the best ice cream I’ve ever tasted. I’m so excited to be working with them, I can’t believe I’m getting paid to review ice cream!

I’ll be doing the Harlequin challenge on tiktok where I taste a new flavor every day for a month, don’t forget to check it out! So in the Twitter poll I posted pizza won again, but I saw a tweet saying I need to switch up the options, so I decided to go with something a little different today. I’m going to be eating BBQ from Big Danny’s, and I’m actually kinda nervous. I’ve never had BBQ before. I know that sounds weird, don’t come for me, but I really hope I like it. I got ribs, pulled pork, hot dogs, brats, BBQ chicken, and cornbread. I had no idea BBQ servings were so big. Like…? Are you guys seeing this? These are like party platters, it’s crazy. It does smell good though. So, where were we? Had we gotten to the part about the racehorse? Wait no, no, the hot air balloon ride. Ok so part 43, we’d been in the air for about 6 hours at this point, and night was beginning to fall…

Hey…*urp* everybody, and welcome back to my channel, don’t forget to like and subscribe. If you notice I’m still wearing the outfit from part 51 it’s because I’m filming the videos back to back, I’m going to be in my cousin's wedding this week and I still have like a million things to do. I have to get my nails done, my hair done, I have another dress fitting, there’s seriously so much. I love my cousin and she’s totally not a bridezilla but girl come on, this is the 4th dress fitting she’s had me go to. Every single time she sees me she always like, looks me up and down and tells me I need to get the dress fitted again. And it feels crazy cause everytime I go, the tailor acts like she’s doing so much. She adds like a ton of fabric just for the dress to look exactly the same, what is she even changing about it? The last time my cousin saw me at a family dinner she said you really need to get that bridesmaid dress refitted, and the whole time it's like, if the tailor could just do it right… But whatever, whatever, I’m so happy for her. This is actually the same cousin from part 27 if you guys remember, she’s doing so much better and the dolphin bite healed perfectly. For our mukbang today we have Roundy’s donuts. Shout out to them, because when they saw the viral Twitter poll they sent me all these multipacks for free. Thanks Roundy’s! The multipacks have 6 in a box and we have glazed, crème filled, jelly, chocolate dipped, rainbow sprinkles, powdered, and caramel crunch. Oh my god, that’s so good. Let me go ahead and start the story before I get distracted. So we were on part 52, and this is where you gotta start paying attention. We know Melody had two pet lizards. But what we don’t know…

“Hey guys, welcome to my channel! If you like the video make sure to like, subscribe, and comment. So we’re just gonna get straight into it today, I got a couple fried appetizer sampler platters from Don’s and I want to eat them while they’re still hot. I also have wings and fries from ToJo’s since last time I ran out of food before I got to the end of the story and I didn’t want to have to get a delivery in the middle of the video again. Oh, and of course I’ve got my Cravings Chips, thanks again Cravings for sponsoring this video! Make sure you try out their new double fried kettle chips. So, we’re getting close to the end here, and part 63 is actually insane. Like I was saying in part 62, I’m holding Tina by the ankle, Tina is still reaching for the diamond with both hands, and the helicopter is seconds away from take off…”

“Hey guys, welcome to my channel. This is gonna be a really short video and I’m not even going to do my regular intro because I know you guys are mad at me. I can’t believe it’s been two weeks since I posted, you guys are so sweet and you haven’t stopped blowing my comments up asking for the next part. I really didn’t mean to leave you on a cliffhanger, but it wasn’t my fault! While I was filming the last video the weirdest thing happened, the office chair I always sit in to film randomly just gave out from under me. Like it totally cracked and then snapped. I landed on the floor and it ruined my new top cause I fell so hard all the buttons flew off, I guess from the impact or whatever. Guys I’m seriously, like, so annoyed because I just bought that chair around the time I started this series, it’s like, brand new basically. This is a PSA guys, only work with companies that actually care about quality. Tell me why I emailed them about my warranty, they sent a new chair, and it broke as soon as I sat in it? So I’m filming this on my couch, if any office chair companies that actually make good chairs want to sponsor me, my email is in my bio. It’s our very last mukbang together and I just want to thank you guys so much for watching and supporting. I’m excited because this video has a little sneak peak of my new series, so stick around. I know the last video ended when I was just about to reveal what really drove me and Tina apart for good, so I have an old classic, Burger Shack, and I’m just gonna get right into it. After everything that happened, all the drama, all the mystery, the investigation, surviving that whirlpool, and even escaping the cult, we were basically fine. Then she did the unforgivable. When I posted on my birthday she liked it but she didn’t comment, not even a heart emoji. Like, who does that? What a bitch. Anyways guys, join me for my next series all about nostalgia where I talk about why stuff sucks now. Like why do airplane seats suck so much? They used to be huge and now they’re so tight I can barely buckle the seatbelt. And concerts suck too, it’s like the artists aren’t even trying. And all the food portions are so tiny nowadays, it’s like they’re trying to rob us! I’m gonna get into everything that bugs me. Let’s start with the airplane seats, because I just ran into this problem last week. There’s no reason I should barely be able to squeeze myself between the armrests, and the leg room is so small I couldn’t even bend over to get my bag of snacks from under the seat in front of me. We pay too much to be shoved in tiny seats like that, and when I asked a flight attendant what changed she goes ‘Oh I’m so sorry ma’am, we’re looking for ways to make accommodations as we’ve found our customers have generally been growing more ample as of late.’ Like okkkkk?? What does getting fat have to do with me? So I was like…”

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devildomwriter · 2 years

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Obey Me As Tumblr #11

Leviathan:

>saves rare items for the most dire of situations

>gets through the whole game without using any of them

Mammon:

“What if there’s an emergency?”

-gets into emergency-

“WHAT IF THERE’S A BIGGER EMERGENCY”

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Leviathan: If Santa keeps track of naughty kids every year and the year doesn’t start until January 1st, that leaves 6 days after Christmas and New Years left undocumented, so nothing you do can be held against you

Mammon: The Purge: Season’s Greetings

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Mammon: A vanilla soy latte is a type of three bean soup

Barbatos: No

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Mammon: Does mace work on birds

Mammon: If a heron is attacking me will mace be an effective deterrent

Mammon: Time sensitive question please respond

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Solomon: Despicable me ruined the word minion whenever I become a supervillain I’m just gonna have to call them my homies or whatever

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Solomon: What if when you went to hell you had to watch a cinemasins-style video of every sin you committed during your life as part of your punishment

Me: Why didn’t I get into heaven lmao???

God: Everything Wrong With You spoilers! (Duh)

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Asmodeus: Be handed a letter by your maid. Break the wax seal. Read it with dawning understanding and then slowly look up into the middle-distance with an ominous smirk. Order your carriage to be prepared at once.

Mammon: Me getting a text and calling a Lyft

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Leviathan: Any body know any substitutes for love and personal fulfillment

Beelzebub: Crunchwrap supreme from Taco Bell

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Satan: Fun Fact: ever wonder why it’s called The Iliad? Because ilium was another name for Troy, and the -ad suffix was used to mean “The Story of” This means that if you translated the title, the Iliad should actually be called

Troy Story

Mammon: Thanks I hate it

Simeon: You got a friend in horse

Luke: YOU DO NOT HAVE A FRIEND IN HORSE

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Satan: Nothing will fuck you up more than the realization that there’s no real reason the alphabet needs to be in order

Mephistopheles: the fuck

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Mammon: Telling someone “you are shit” and “you ain’t shit” are both insults

Satan: But “you are not shit” is a reassurance

Asmodeus: And “you are not the shit” is an insult

Belphegor: And “you are the shit” is a compliment

Solomon: I present to you the English language

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Leviathan: Do you ever look at your eyes in the mirror and be like “I’m looking at my eyes with my eyes”

Mammon: I DONT NEED THIS SHIT RIGHT NOW

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Diavolo: Lollipops are so weird you’re literally swallowing your own flavored saliva

Asmodeus: What have you done

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Satan: “Maybe if you go to bed you’ll feel better in the morning” is literally just the human version of “have you tried turning it off and back on again?”

Leviathan: What have you done?

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Solomon: Some of us are still “it” from a childhood game of tag

Mammon: This fucked me up far more than it should

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Mammon: Pineapple on pizza discourse is so ugly like no one can win

We’re all losers as long as we live in the reality where it’s commonplace to put fruit on pizza

Mephistopheles: Tomato is a fruit

Mammon: Blocked

Mephistopheles: You can block me but you can’t block the truth

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Belphegor: What if sleeping is our natural state and we’re only awake to gather information for dreams

Lucifer: You stop that

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Raphael: If you’re lucky your internal organs will never see the light of day

Mammon: What?

Raphael: At some point you will be the next person on earth to die

Mammon: Stop!

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Satan: The guy on the radio just said “gas prices aren’t so bad if you consider you’re really buying liquid explosive dinosaurs” and my perspective on life is forever changed

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Barbatos: Want your house to smell great? Put two caps of vanilla extract in a cup, place it in the oven at 300 for an hour and your house will smell like heaven

Simeon: Hack life here

Mammon: I did this once and I thought it said TWO CUPS of vanilla extract and my entire house smelled like pillsburry dough boy’s butt hole for a month

#obey me shall we date #funny obey me #obey me as tumblr #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me simeon #obey me diavolo #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me solomon #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me beelzebub #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me raphael #obey me mephistopheles #obey me thirteen

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amazingphilza · 3 years

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twitchcon :: cc!multiple x reader

fluff , platonic , gender neutral ! some mcyt headcanons if you were to attend twitchcon w them

cc’s included in order: tommyinnit , tubbo , ranboo , wilbur soot , philza , technoblade

cw: kinda lengthy for the minors (i think), not as much for the hags LMAO /hj

tommyinnit

this man is so excited to be at his first twitchcon & being able to hang out with all his best friends makes it a hundred times better

when he isn’t at a panel or doing meet & greets, he’s dragging you everywhere to see the whole convention center (clingyinnit)

he is just so at awe despite this not being his first convention to attend

you’d be surprised he gets tired pretty quickly & stops over to the partner lounge

you both rest for a bit against a wall in a pretty packed hallway despite it being an exclusive area to twitch partners

every time a famous streamer walks by he will yell it out and record it then vlog your reaction, even if they’re surrounded with bodyguards & trying to get to another place quickly

he’d zoom in his camera to their face at a horrible angle and be like

“oh my god it is THE ninja. ninja famous fortnite player, HELLO.”

but he gets completely ignored

then the camera pans out to you, still really zoomed in that the capture is blurry

“ninjainnit?”

“EH?”

tommy is so confused, forgetting the bit ninja did on his twitter where he renamed himself ‘ninjainnit’ for a split second

okay tommy isn’t that athletic but he will chase you and the rest of your group down a hallway if he had to

he’d probably find a toy gun from the artist alley/seller booths and shoot you and wilbur with it

but if tommy stumbles across any of the dream team, it’s about to be minecraft manhunt but irl

and he will def play his stream music while walking or smth when he’s bored (or trying to jump dream & sapnap)

** DO DO DO DO MANHUNT MUSIC **

oh my god,, now thinking about it he’s probably the one to open like random doors of empty rooms and steal stuff while you film him

like he will take a random empty glass, a bunch of pens, a freebie t-shirt, everything he sees he takes with him and you’re just panic

“tommy we’re literally not supposed to be here, and i’m stuck here filming you. it’s surely a felony in action”

“well, it’s their fault for leaving the doors open! plus this is great content. who’s the dirty crime boy now, HM?”

you’d tell wilbur about this and he’d scold tommy and threaten him with the same pen tommy stole

tommy probably would also drag you some weird event happening outside twitchcon along with tubbo and ranboo

“pokimane is giving out free pizza to everyone if we go to this one restaurant down the street!”

“we are literally gonna get bombarded. have you forgot you’re like three of twitch’s top streamers? i’d rather pay for all of our meals than try getting free pizza from pokimane against all her other fans”

“DEAL! let’s go to five guys then!”

you unfortunately end up paying for all 3 of their meals and picking on their food instead of buying your own

even with all of them making way more money than you, they still happen to be cheapskates

OR tommy will end up getting a burrito from a taco truck, immediately making a mess of himself, then proceed to complain how messy the food is to eat despite knowing what he was getting himself into before even ordering

“shit my clothes are all ruined now!”

“well that’s your fault you got a burrito, as if it’s your first time having one”

“i mean the food is good, i’m not complaining about that but i don’t think it’s that good that it’s worth costing my red and white shirt, im just saying”

tubbo

same with tommy, he is so excited

i don’t know why but i imagine him overpacking his suitcase and you making fun of him for it

anyway tubbo has his irl backpack on and streaming EVERYTHING

probably spends a lot of time at a bunch of different booths, checking out all the pointless gadgets he could buy for his stream

you’re the one to stop him from doing so

“TUBBO IT’S LITERALLY OVER TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS, STOP. DONT GET IT.”

“WHY NOT?? IT WILL BE COOL FOR MY STREAM AND I WILL USE IT EVERYDAY”

“okay theoretically speaking, how the hell are you going to even bring it home? which—let me remind you—is across the country for you and not to mention the giant ocean separating america and the uk”

“free ship-pang!!!”

“i hate to break it to you tubbo but there is no way you can get free shipping on a FIVE FOOT PC. it’s nearly as tall as you! what are you even gonna do on it, hack the government???”

the arguments are all lighthearted but eventually you give in and let him splurge over a thousand dollars in different devices he claimed he “needed”

i could honestly see him visiting the beaches in san diego and going for a swim or even renting out a boat to use for a bit :D

also he’d bring benson along with him and taking a bunch of scenic photos with it in them

i have a feeling he’s the type to schedule a spontaneous meet & greet because he was bored & gets in trouble for causing a mob in a certain part of the convention

he’s like “oh god, i did not expect this many of the bois to show up AHAHAH oops”

tubbo would def pull a lilypichu and bring his melodica or ukulele and play themes while following random people/cosplayers

at the end of the day, you’d find his bag just stuffed with crap he either got for free or bought in the convention

“how did you get all that stuff? i was with you all day??? and it’s only the first day of the convention, hello?? it looks like you’ve been collecting as if twitchcon has went on for a week already!”

“HA i have my ways, do not underestimate my powers”

lani would probably tag along for the vacation honestly

like whenever someone comes up to her giving her gifts/asking for pics, you and tubbo would tease her about how famous she is

and i dunno but something about tubbo just gives me this amusement park energy and going to legoland and spending the whole day there since it’s near by and because he can

ranboo

he is like a beacon in a sea of people, that’s it .

i honestly just see him causing as much chaos as the other two

ranboo would probably like take someone’s camera whether if they’re streaming or if it’s for the vlog, hold it up high, and point the camera directly above someone’s face

it did not matter how tall you were and if you had platform shoes on, ranboo was a skyscraper next to you

“HAHAH this is how i see you from this height, this is funny”

then he shows you the vid of the recording of him getting like an aerial view of your face

like you see your nose and all your pores and just overall a bad angle to be captured in

“OH GOD RANBOO DELETE THAT, ITS HORRIFIC”

i dunno why but i feel like he’d jump scare every person that was cosplaying as his minecraft character from behind for some reason

“BOO!”

“ranboo i’m not even remotely dressed as your skin—”

“don’t worry i’m practicing it’s fineee”

“you’re like the height of 2 people combined, i think you will be fine as is. you even intimidated the security at the front”

i feel like if he had his own panel he’d like pull up some undertale song in the middle of it and scare all the people in the crowd

“lore but in real life”

probably would get some matching keepsake with you from artist alley/the booths!

i could imagine like a cute keychain or smth :D

i feel like he’s the type to like randomly volunteer as a participant for those mini events in a booth thinking it would be funny but regrets it the moment he’s on stage

after introductions the presenter is like “okay ranboo, you will be given a random meme prompt above your head you won’t be able to see until after and you will have to make a random face to compliment it!”

and you can just tell by his facial expression he’s just thinking

oh god what have i gotten myself into

what is this game? who came up with this idea?

you’d laugh at him the whole time, even after he’s off the stage and finished with that small fiasco

“that was horrible. never again.”

“AHAHAH IT LOOKED SO AWKWARD YOU DID GREAT”

“I CROSSED MY EYES AND PUFFED MY CHEEKS BECAUSE I COULDNT THINK OF ANY OTHER FACIAL EXPRESSION. THE PROMPT ENDING UP BEING ‘WHEN TWITTER CANCELS YOU FOR USING PLASTIC STRAWS.’ AND WHEN I SAW WHAT IT WAS—LITERALLY WHAT KIND OF GAME–”

“I GOT PICTURES AND EVERYTHING ITS PERFECT AHAHAHAH”

wilbur soot

honestly with wilbur it’s slightly more chill

he already experienced twitchcon before so he’s just glad to see his friends again after so long

insists that you explore the convention yourself rather than sticking with him the whole time but you do anyway!

wilbur would probably have like a mini concert and gets you front row seats with the rest of the group

but that doesn’t mean before it that you’re not helping him set up

“y/n please– my amp is so heavy, i can carry it”

“don’t worry! i’m strong” :D

and musically talented or not, he will probably bring you and the rest of his friends up to stage to just vibe and sing a bunch of random acoustic songs

it’s not like some big concert hall stage,, i imagine more like a casual thing w a slightly higher platform from the ground yk?

after spending a long day at the convention he’d also bring everyone across the city to la jolla or smth !

you’d all probably have dinner there and chill, watching the pretty sunset

“this place is really pretty but oh my god im gonna lose my breath hiking up this stupid hill, please slow down”

and wilbur is like ??? because he’s completely fine with his long legs and everything

“just walk faster”

“no, you walk slower”

AHAHAH and for context traversing through la jolla by walking around the town is a bit hard since it’s basically on a bunch of hills (walking up from the beach to a restaurant actually is actually sm work, trust me ive been there)

wilbur honestly doesn’t spend that much time in the actual convention center, he’s probably sightseeing a bit of san diego with you instead

but i could imagine him staying at the tabletop games area playing dnd or smth

“c’mon y/n, come join!”

“uhh i’m not sure, i’m not the best at roleplay and...”

“it’s fine don’t worry!”

he’d pull you in with him and end up enjoying yourself even if it was your first time

and if you’re of age, you’d be wilbur’s +1 at the twitch partner party and make sure mans doesn’t too drunk

if it’s not too late in the night, you two would chill at the beach after the party

it’s just a nice, calming moment after all the loud music mixed with hundreds of conversations at the party

also something about like taking polaroids pictures with wilbur just seems to go hand in hand for me

i’m not sure why but you will be taking lots of pics with wilbur for sure (not necessarily you both in the photo, but of sceneries as well while you’re together!)

philza

literally a dad on vacation with his children, it doesn’t matter how old you are

need sunscreen? surprisingly has it

want a snack? probably has a small granola bar somewhere in his bag

but same with wilbur, he’s more chill like this isn’t his first time at twitchcon

omg he’d def bring you to the artist alley and just buy a bunch of fanart and stuff tho

“oh wow look phil, someone made a giant poster of the dream smp and shit!”

“holy shit that’s so good what the fuck!”

and he’s like rushing to that artist’s stall to buy a poster or print

idk why but phil seems like the person to know where he’s going all over the convention center

he probably had a copy of the directory map but yk

you just have trouble reading it bc all the signs seem to be misleading to you

nothing really crazy screams out to me of what phil would do at twitchcon besides like go to a few events, spend a bunch of time w his friends, etc

HOWEVER i could see him wasting a lot of his time at the gaming area and testing new games that are currently on the works of being developed

like “woah y/n, this vr game is sick, you should try it out!”

ngl i feel like phil would plan a visit to disneyland for everyone, like he gets the tickets and everything but once you’re at the park it’s free reign, y’all go everywhere with not much of a plan

the minors would try to cheap out phil and pay less than the others even though everyone else fully paid phil back and everything LMAO

ok but if he’s feeling nice, phil will buy everyone cotton candy/pretzels :D

and if you’re not hungry, he’d at least get you a mickey balloon

HE WILL HAVE MATCHING MICKEY EARS WITH MUMZA YES .

ALSO STAYING FOR THE FIREWORKS THOUGH OMG

just in general, best idea phil had for taking everyone to disneyland :D

technoblade

surprisingly techno is really calm despite this being like one of his first conventions

but when he finally settles in and gets comfortable, he’s showing the same energy

if you’re playfully yelling, he will yell back

however there’s still those awkward moments that are unavoidable

idk why but something about him makes me think that if you feel tired and want to go back to your hotel room, he’d go with you just to make sure you get there safe

he probably also needs a break from being around everyone else for a moment too LMAO

i could also see him searching far and wide in the artist alley for fanart of himself AHAHAH

walking around with him in the convention consists of someone yelling “BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD” every 5 minutes but you don’t really mind

something about him makes me think he’ll be forced into playing minecraft twitch rivals along with the rest of sbi or smth

and he’s like “oh god, i’m going to be on stage? and people will see my face while i play minecraft?”

“i’m sure it will be fun!”

“i mean i like being competitive and feeding my ego, but i’m not that desperate.. well”

do i imagine techno getting easily tired of being surrounded by a bunch of people and just going back to his hotel room with phil and watching some anime with him? yes

and will you watch even if you have no idea what’s going on? also yes

i feel like after a while of you guys hanging out in techno’s room, the rest of the gang will just slowly join you guys

like eventually everyone is there; you, techno, phil, wilbur, niki, tommy, tubbo, ranboo, etc

and techno is like “wha– where did you guys come from?” because his room is basically packed

and niki could be like “oh we can go if you want!”

then techno just insists that she’s fine “but who let the child get in?” clearly implying tommy’s presence

“OI!!”

eventually techno gives in with the company and someone gets a bunch of board games to play from the front desk

lots of yelling and laughing for sure

when it becomes late at night, techno is like half conscious, you’re on your phone, wilbur is staring out the window & enjoying the night view, tommy is passed out on the couch from tiredness, tubbo & ranboo is still wide awake quietly talking, and phil & niki are helping clean up the giant mess

eventually everyone brings themselves to go back to their own room except tommy who won’t budge

you give techno a look and he immediately understands what you were thinking

he rushes to the bathroom to fill up two cups with ice cold water and handed one to you

“on three?”

“okay.. one”

“two”

“three!”

then both of you pour the water on the poor child’s face

he jolts awake and saying a string of curses

“what the fuck techno? y/n too?”

“get out” is the only think techno says that before tommy rushes out with his stuff and you leave right after

a/n: i honestly can’t wait until conventions open up again though,, phil and ranboo were talking about vidcon earlier and omg.

also i kinda want to take in tommy requests but i’m not sure??? it would be both cc! and c! x gn!reader for sure tho. i love writing him to bits but who knows, maybe i’ll only stick to my ideas,, or not. send in a tommy x reader request, might do it, might not, but he’s my fav cc if you can’t tell so! :D (i dunno if i will keep it strictly platonic, but unrequited crushes and stuff are fun to write hehe,,)

edit: let’s hope i fixed all the grammar mistakes LMAO we love writing late at night :) /s /hj

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writer05 · 3 years

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Eye Catching

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader

Summary: Isaac catches Y/N’s eye during a lacrosse game, and now all she can do is think about him

Requested: Yes, by anonymous

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1,180 Words

“Y/N, hey. You doing anything tonight?” Lydia asked me as I was standing at my locker during a passing period.

“Uh, I don’t believe so,” I reply. “Why?”

“Allison and I are going to the lacrosse game to support Scott and Stiles. If you want, you could come with us,” Lydia suggested. “It’d give you something to do.”

“Sure. Sounds fun. Can you pick me up though? My car is still in the shop,” I tell her.

“Yeah. You, Allison and I can go out to eat before hand. I’ll go tell her now,” Lydia confirmed.

“Cool. See you later,” I say and shut my locker door. Later that evening, Allison, Lydia and I went out and got some pizza, and after we ate, we headed over to the school to watch the lacrosse team. We got there a bit early, and the boys were currently practicing, so we took a seat on the bleachers and began talking.

“So, Y/N, lets talk about your love life,” Lydia brought up.

“No. No way. We are not doing this,” I argue.

“What? Come on,” Allison begged.

“No. I don’t need a boyfriend. I am very happy at the moment, and focusing on school work more has done wonders for my grades,” I exclaim.

“But there are so many cute guys at school that would be perfect for you,” Lydia pointed out.

“I’m just not really interested in dating anyone right now, Lyds,” I admit. “Maybe next year.”

“Hey,” Scott greeted as him and Stiles ran over to us. “Whatcha guys talking about?”

“Y/N’s love life, or non-existent one,” Allison answered.

“Okay, would one of you boys tell Lydia and Allison that I do not need a boyfriend?” I ask.

“Y/N does not need a boyfriend,” Stiles told Lydia and Allison.

“Thank you, Stiles.”

“But what about that guy in our history class? He’d be perfect for you,” Stiles noted.

I groaned. “I hate all of you.” A few minutes later, it was time for the lacrosse game to start. My eyes darted around the field, watching as the boys passed the ball to each other to keep it out of the hands of the other team. And that’s when my eyes came across a player I had never really noticed before. He ran through the crowd of players and rammed into someone from the opposite team to get the ball. It was called a penalty by the referee, so he had to sit out, and as the boy made his way to the bench, he took off his helmet. My jaw literally dropped, seeing as the boy was very, very handsome. He was on the taller side, had a lean but muscular build, and had curly brownish-blonde hair. “Uh, Lydia? Who is that?”

“Who?” Lydia questioned.

“Number 14,” I reply, my gaze still focused on the boy.

“That would be Isaac Lahey,” Lydia spoke. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason,” I respond quickly. “Just didn’t recognize him is all.” Lydia nodded and turned back to the game, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of Isaac. Something about him drew me to him. As I was staring, Isaac looked up, and he caught my eyes. My cheeks flushed red, and I withdrew my stare, doing everything in my power to ignore the boy. It was difficult, but for the rest of the game, I had managed to keep my eyes away from Isaac. As Lydia, Allison and I were leaving the game, someone grabbed onto my arm and turned me around so that I was facing them. And there before me was Isaac Lahey.

“Hey. You’re Y/N, right?” Isaac asked me.

“Yeah,” I murmur and shove my hands into my jacket pockets. “And you’re Isaac.”

“You were staring at me during the game,” Isaac pointed out, causing my face to turn beet red.

“W-What? No I wasn’t,” I stammer out.

“It’s okay if you were. I don’t mind, especially when it’s someone cute,” Isaac added. My cheeks were burning hot now, and I hoped that it was dark enough that Isaac couldn’t see how flushed my face was right now.

“I uh, I should get going. Lydia and Allison are waiting for me. It was nice meeting you, Isaac,” I exclaim.

“You too,” Isaac concurred. “See you at school tomorrow.”

.......................................

It had been a few weeks since I had met Isaac, and after that lacrosse game, we started talking more and more at school. We were actually getting really close, and I enjoyed spending time with him whenever I could. I was standing with Lydia at her locker, and she was telling me about something that happened the other night, but I wasn’t really paying attention. I was staring at Isaac, who was further down the hall, leaning up against his locker looking down at his phone.

“Y/N, did you even hear a single word I said?” Lydia questioned.

“No,” I admit. “Sorry.”

“Who are you looking at?” Lydia quizzed and turned around to see the other half of the hallway. As soon as her eyes landed on Isaac, she smiled. “You really like him, don’t you?”

I nodded. “Yeah. And I know I said that I didn’t want to waste my time with boys, but there’s something special about Isaac that I can’t place my finger on.”

“Go tell him how you feel then, because I’m pretty sure he feels the same way about you,” Lydia told me.

“Maybe,” I murmur and glance down the hallway. “Okay. I’m going to do it. I’m going to tell Isaac that I like him.”

“I’ll be rooting for you,” Lydia called out as I made my way down the hall. Every part of my brain was screaming for me to turn around, but I couldn’t. I had to do this. As I approached Isaac, he looked up, and when he saw me, a smile spread across his face.

“Hey, Y/N,” Isaac greeted. “What’s up?” Instead of responding with words, I responded with an action. I grabbed Isaac by the front of his shirt and pulled him down to my height before smashing my lips to his. My worry that Isaac didn’t like me back disappeared as soon as I felt him kissing back. Isaac wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest, and my hands slid down to rest on his chest. The kiss only lasted for a few seconds, but I cherished every moment of it. “Wow,” Isaac muttered when we pulled away from each other. “I was not expecting that.”

“Yeah, well, I figured it’d be better to make a move sooner rather than later. Want to go out later tonight? I know this place that makes the best tacos,” I inform him.

“Like on a date? I would love to go out with you. Text me later today, and I’ll come pick you up,” Isaac said.

“Great. Well, I guess I will see you later,” I chirp before turning around and heading back to Lydia.

“Spill. Now,” Lydia demanded.

“Okay, so here’s what happened,” I start.

#teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf imagines #isaac lahey #isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey imagine #isaac lahey imagines #x reader #imagine #imagines

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jungshookz · 3 years

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teeny tidbits: it’s valentine’s day and everyone’s in love 💕💫

i couldn’t let valentine’s day go by without showing you what some of your favourite couples are up to on this romantic day so i hope you enjoy these six teeny tidbits!!

unfortunately i couldn’t do one for everY single character because i would literally die at my keyboard but i hope these ones still manage to give you all the fuzzy feelings :-)

happy valentine’s day!

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➳ lveb!namjoon (feat. lveb!yoongi): it’s valentine’s day and namjoon & y/n won’t let yoongi forget it

“if these come out ugly, can i just eat them?” yoongi asks, his hands starting to tremble as he continues to squeeze the frosting out of the piping bag

he’s been doing this for the last half an hour and his hands are starting to go numb

you shut the oven door before tossing the kitchen towel over your shoulder and turning around to look at how much progress yoongi’s made

…

maybe you should put him on cleanup duty instead

luckily he’s only frosted four and a half so there’s no major loss here

you reach over to pluck the piping bag from yoongi’s hands and he immediately frowns

you don’t need to say anything for him to know what that means

you never appreciate his hard work!! you’re breaking his heart here!!

“you know, the messiness just makes them more unique.” he points out, gesturing to his beautiful tray of heart-shaped cookies, “it gives your cookies character!”

“mhm…” you roll your eyes playfully as you turn to grab a tupperware box from the cabinet so yoongi can pack up his cookies to bring home

“all i’m saying is that you never appreciate my artistic abilities.” yoongi murmurs, swiping a glob of frosting off the table and promptly sticking his finger into his mouth to suck it off

“abilities is a reach.”

yoongi gawks, about to respond with a retort about how he doesn’t have to help you but he chooses to because he’s a good friend but he doesn’t get the chance to before he gets distracted by the sound of the kitchen door creaking open

he swivels around on the stool, about to greet namjoon enthusiastically and to tell him all about how you’re refusing to sell his beautiful cookies because apparently they’re ‘ugly’ and ‘look like a two year old decorated it and then sat on it’

namjoon brings a finger up to his lips to tell yoongi to be quiet, yoongi opening his mouth to say something before closing it again

“did you ever return that round container?” you ask, yoongi looking back over at you to see you sorting through the cabinets

“the round container?” yoongi asks dumbly, watching as namjoon crouches down with a devious smile on his face, “uh, yeah! i’m pretty sure i did.”

“really? because i can’t find it anywhere-” you move to turn around, yoongi’s eyes widening as he suddenly gets up from his stool and points to the cabinet so that you don’t notice namjoon creeping up behind you

“there! i see it right there!”

“whe- oh!” you jump in surprise when suddenly an arm slinks around you from behind, a kiss being planted on your cheek a moment later, “you scared me!”

“mm, sorry, baby-” namjoon hums, pulling you closer and squishing another kiss to your face, “i was hoping i’d be back before you got up!”

namjoon left before you woke up but you didn’t have much time to think about it because you had to get straight to baking

for you, valentine’s day is one of the busiest days of the year which means you’re basically in the kitchen all day

you appreciate the business but you’re always so exhausted that you basically pass out covered in flour by the end of the day

yoongi came over to help because he usually helps out anyway (and also because you usually have extras that he likes to take home) but he said that he couldn’t stay for long because he had to prepare for his ‘plans’ tonight

(you know he’s going out on a date with that receptionist girl with the hershey kisses but you haven’t hounded him on the topic because the last thing you want is to freak him out and get him all sweaty before his night of romance)

“where’d you go?” you ask, turning your head and reaching up to turn namjoon’s face towards you so you can give him a proper kiss, a giggle bubbling from your lips when he leans in for another one after you pull away from the first one

“to get you these-!” namjoon suddenly pulls a lush bouquet of forget-me-nots from behind his back and holds it in front of you, the sweet surprise automatically drawing a gasp of delight from you, “happy first valentine’s day!”

oh :’)

how romantic :’)

“i love them!” you take the bouquet from his hands with wide eyes before turning around so you can face namjoon, “you’re so sweet…”

namjoon purses his lips for another kiss and you immediately hear yoongi let out a groan

“all this kissing is going to make me hurl- also, are there no flowers for me, darling?” yoongi asks sarcastically, clasping his hands together before making obnoxious kissy noises at namjoon while fluttering his lashes, “and why didn’t you get roses instead? that way, i could’ve taken one.” he huffs, frowning in disappointment, “can’t give her stupid forget-me-nots…”

“her?” namjoon perks up, tilting his head in curiosity before looking back at you with a raised brow

he grins when you lean up to give him a sneaky little smooch while yoongi’s distracted

“yoongi has plans tonight.” you hint as you pull away from namjoon, slipping past him so you can grab a vase for the flowers

namjoon’s eyes widen for a second before he looks back over at yoongi with a knowing grin, “ah… plans! sounds fun.”

“uh, yeah, i guess you could call them plans. it’s just, like- we’re just having dinner at my place but honestly i’m probably going to order pizza or something.”

“you know, some places are making their pizzas heart-shaped since it’s valentine’s day. you should consider doing that!” namjoon points out, nodding enthusiastically, “ooh, or maybe you can ask them if they’d be willing to cut the pepperonis into little hearts-”

“that seems like it’s a little much for something casual-”

“casual-” you snort quietly to yourself as you fill the vase up with water, “we all know it’s not casual-”

“it is!” yoongi argues, straightening up a little, “it just so happens that today is valentine’s day, alright? whatever!”

“i still think you should consider the heart-shaped pizza. do you want me to order it for you? ah, what if i take care of dinner for you??” namjoon clasps his hands together, “i love planning romantic dinners-”

“i-it’s not a romantic dinner-!”

“it’s not romantic, but…” you trail off, carefully pulling a couple stems out of your bouquet before pulling one of the satin ribbons that are typically used for wrapping up the boxes off the table, “give this to her! just to be courteous.” you hum, carefully wrapping the ribbon around the stems before handing the mini bouquet to yoongi

yoongi blinks at the mini bouquet before taking it cautiously from your fingers, “courteous?”

“mhm. it is valentine’s day today, after all.” you nod, smiling lightly when you notice yoongi’s cheeks starting to get a little pink, “and if you’re feeling extra courteous, you can even do this-”

yoongi’s eyes pop open when you suddenly lean over and plant a big kiss on his cheek, his face instantly going bright red, “y/n!”

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➳ ceo!yoongi; it’s valentine’s day and yoongi & y/n are still very much in love with each other

“i have to admit that this flavour isn’t actually half bad.” yoongi hums, scooping up a little spoon of ice cream before bringing it up to his mouth, “but the vanilla frozen yogurt is still the best choice here.”

“low-fat, low-fun, old man.” you remind him, reaching up to wipe the chocolate syrup off the corner of your mouth, “but i’m glad you mustered up enough courage to try something new this time!”

yoongi branched out and decided to try the strawberry-chocolate flavoured frozen yogurt because this is his version of spicing things up

in his eyes, he’s an unhinged man tonight!

“you’re just being a hater- you and your ridiculous red-velvet-cake and chocolate syrup nightmare-”

you watch fondly as yoongi continues to rattle off about your questionable choice in ice cream while he scrapes at the side of his cup

the man you love and whose child you birthed hates ice cream and somehow you’re still very much in love with him

“so what else do you have planned for tonight?” you ask, yoongi looking up at you from his cup

you don’t know if maybe it’s because you’re getting old and you like to go to sleep early now but you wouldn’t mind calling it a night after dessert

you had fish tacos for dinner - because of course you did - and now you’re having ice cream for dessert at your favourite parlour in the same booth where yoongi kissed you for the first time - because of course you are

everything about tonight has been perfect and now all you want to do is go home

yoongi pauses, his eyes narrowing slightly

“well, i was thinking that maybe we could…” he drops the little plastic spoon into his cup before pushing it aside, folding his hands on the table and leaning forward

“we could…?” you ask innocently as you fold your arms up on the table and lean in as well, taking your bottom lip in between your teeth

“you know…” yoongi tilts his head, eyes flickering down to your lips for a brief moment before he looks back up at you “…buy a couple extra-large pints of ice cream to bring home?” he smiles knowingly, “they’re having a valentine’s day discount!”

“min yoongi... that is…” you reach across the table to squeeze yoongi’s wrist, “hands-down the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

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➳ uni!yoongi: it’s valentine’s day and y/n knows the way to yoongi’s heart

“in my opinion, valentine’s day is silly. it’s an overly commercialized holiday where large corporations take advantage of lovey-dovey couples who are willing to spend thousands and thousands of dollars on each other just to show each other how much they care, you know?” yoongi sighs, watching as you continue to rummage through your backpack, “like, i don’t need one day out of the year to show you how much i care about you when i care about you literally everyda- OOH, a present!” his eyes immediately light up when you pull out a box with his name written on the tag and you can’t help but snort at how quickly he’s changed his tune

“i just want you to know that if you don’t like these, i can totally go back and return them…” you clear your throat, watching as yoongi enthusiastically tugs at the ribbon before tossing it over his shoulder like a madman, “okay, you know you have to pick that up later-”

you’re pretty sure he stopped listening to you like three seconds ago but whatever

“y/n, you could give me a chunk of dirt and i’d still like-” yoongi takes the lid off, a wide grin suddenly stretching over his face, “no way! this is way cooler than a chunk of dirt!”

!!!

they’re a new set of wheels!

for his skateboard!!!!

they’re see-through with little red hearts sprinkled throughout the resin which isn’t usually the style he goes for but nonetheless these are going to look so sick!!!

“they’re new wheels for your skateboard!” you smile, watching as yoongi brushes the shreds of tissue paper off of them, “i know that little red hearts aren’t your thing, but they’re my thing and i thought it’d be nice because you could match with my scrunchie…” you trail off shyly, reaching up to rub the back of your neck, “but, yeah… if you don’t like them, i can return them for something cooler! they had ones with flames painted on them-!”

you don’t get a chance to say anything else before yoongi’s reaching over to grab the leg of your chair so he can yank you towards him for a kiss

“i love them-” yoongi beams, nudging his nose against yours before pulling away, “plus, i needed a new set of wheels so this is great.”

he takes another second or two to admire his new wheels before suddenly looking up at you, “now i feel like my present is super lame compared to yours…”

“oh, don’t be like that.” you frown playfully before bouncing up and down a little in your chair, “what’d you get me??”

“do you remember that polaroid picture we took over christmas?” yoongi asks, twisting in his seat so he can grab his bag, “the one of us sitting by the christmas tree in your apartment?” he pulls a brown paper bag out and hands it to you and you take it with greedy little raccoon hands

you’ve been looking forward to this all week

obviously you loved his present last year but you have a feeling you’re going to love this year’s present even more!

“mhm. i love that photo! i stuck it on the fridge, remember?” you ask, carefully peeling the tape off and folding the strip in half before setting it on the table

“well, i sent it to this person on etsy…” yoongi trails off, waiting for you to pull his gift out before making his announcment, “…and they turned it into a little keychain!”

omg

you can’t help but coo at the miniature polaroid, smoothing your finger over the surface

“oh, yoongi…” you giggle softly, pinching at the little red heart charm attached to the chain before looking up at him, “i love it! this is such a thoughtful present…”

“ah, it’s nothing…” yoongi murmurs, averting his gaze before shrugging, “i just thought it’d look nice on your keys, that’s all.”

“it’s going to look very nice on my keys. thank you, yoongi.” you lean forward to give him a peck, yoongi humming happily as you do so

“also, before i forget-” he perks up, “i found these and had to get them-” he turns and starts digging into his bag again before pulling out a pair of fuzzy handcuffs (it’s white with red hearts because that seems to be a recurring theme here), “you know, i’ve just been going through an etsy phase. there’s so much cool stuff on there!”

you zip your backpack up before turning back to face yoongi

“yeah, there’s a lot of stuff you can find on et- yoongi-!” your eyes nearly roll out of your skull at the sight of him twirling a pair of handcuffs around his finger, “oh my god, put those away!“ you hiss, looking around frantically before reaching over to try to grab them from him only for yoongi to raise his arm up

“what? you keep slipping out of the scrunches so i figured it was time to upgrade to something more secure.” the corner of yoongi’s mouth twitches in a smirk, “and the best part about these was the free shipping-”

“put them away-!”

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➳ mechanic!yoongi: it’s valentine’s day and yoongi won’t pay attention to y/n

“yoongi…” you sigh, placing your hands on your hips as you gently kick at yoongi’s feet, “c’mon, pay attention to me!”

you have a surprise for him and he was supposed to take a break like an hour ago!

“gimme one second, doll…” yoongi trails off, his voice muffled from where he is under the car, “i just have to do this-”

“you could be doing something else right now-” you grumble, reaching down to pick at a piece of lint off the jumpsuit you’re wearing

you bought a very pretty lingerie set a month ago in preparation for valentine’s day and you would really appreciate it if yoongi would spare you one second to notice that you’re wearing one of his jumpsuits (which already should’ve raised a red flag for him, but for some reason it didn’t) and underneath this grubby jumpsuit is a very pretty bra and an even prettier pair of panties!

it’s navy blue to match the jumpsuit and it even has little ribbons sewn onto the thigh garters which you know for sure he’s going to be a big fan of

“you said one second like ten minutes ago…” you whine quietly, hoping that yoongi can hear the pout in your voice so he’ll finally wheel out from under this damn car, “don’t you wanna know what your surprise is?”

“i do, baby, but i’m almost done…” yoongi’s hand shoots out from under the car to blindly reach for a wrench and you nudge it towards him with your foot, “thank you, pretty girl…”

“you can’t call me that if you’re not even looking at me.”

you know he’s beefing up the nicknames right now because he knows you love it when he calls you all sorts of terms of endearment and you’re trying noT to let that butter you up but there’s something about the way he says baby that just makes your tummy tingle

...

what were you doing again?

you shake yourself out of your trance before crossing your arms stubbornly, “you know what? maybe i’ll go and show namjoon what’s under this jumpsuit since you’re obviously a little too busy for me right now- NAMJOON, i need you! can you come out here for a second?”

“mm, you can show namjoon first and then i swear i’ll be done after- wait, under the jumpsuit-?!”

you hear a thud and a low ‘ow, fuck-’ before yoongi suddenly rolls himself out from underneath the car, scrambling up from the ground frantically, “did you say under the jumpsuit?” he asks, reaching up to wipe his face with the back of his hand only to smear more grease across his cheek

“i did.” you nod, placing your hands on your hips again before taking a step back, “and i would let you find out what’s under it for yourself, but your hands are very dirty so you’re not coming anywhere near me- anyways, if you weren’t so busy doing whatever it is you’re doing to that car-” yoongi’s eyelids flutter rapidly when you yank the jumpsuit open in one swift move, his mouth immediately going dry at the sight of… holy shit- “you could’ve been busy doing me.”

“i could’ve-” yoongi chokes, his eyes unable to look away from your chest, “i could’ve been do- we could- yeah, i can definitely do something else right now-”

oh, wow

it matches the jumpsuit and everything

...he wants to rip it off of you using his teeth.

“y/n! did you call for me?”

“joon! yeah, i was wondering what you thought about this-” you’re about to turn around to see if namjoon will appreciate your present more than your own boyfriend, yoongi lunging forward immediately to keep you from literally flashing namjoon, “yoongi-!” it’s only a second later that you feel yourself being lifted up and practically thrown over yoongi’s shoulder, your head spinning for a second at the sudden movement

“namjoon, there you are!” yoongi clears his throat before gesturing back to the car, “also, could you check on the- uh, the thing for me? the thing i was doing? to make sure it’s working?”

“yoongi, put me down, you lunatic-!”

“what? i don’t-” namjoon blinks owlishly when yoongi slaps a wrench down onto his palm, “i don’t know what you were doing, i’ve been in the office this whole ti-”

“great, thanks!” yoongi gives him a hearty slap on the shoulder before brushing past him, namjoon turning to look as he trots off towards the office with you still hanging over his shoulder

“do not get any grease on me, you brute-!”

why would he-

oh.

“yoongi-” namjoon clears his throat, “remember to hang a bandana on the doorknob this time!”

»»————-　💖　————-««

➳ balletteacher!jimin: it’s valentine’s day and jimin & y/n have to be more careful next year

“okay, i know you told me not to get you anything for valentine’s day, but i couldn’t help myself.”

“jimin…” you turn to glance at him over your shoulder as you continue blindly rummaging through your duffle bag, “i told you i didn’t need anything!”

��but it’s valentine’s day!” jimin argues, shutting the closet door before spinning around on his heels with a cheeky grin, “and they’re just flowers!”

“yeah, but knowing you, they were probably really expensive flowers-” you tease, getting up from the ground before dusting your knees off, “and you didn’t have to get me a whole bouquet, i would’ve been perfectly fine with a single rose like last year-”

“i’m allowed to spend however much money i want on you-” the two of you walk towards each other until you’re standing in the centre of the room, jimin reaching into the bouquet to adjust the little note tucked into the centre of it, “now, i was going to go with roses, but i saw these red gardenias and thought they’d be the better option because i got you roses last year. plus, roses are a little cliché this time of year, don’t you think?”

to: y/n - there’s not enough space on this card to write a lot so happy vday i hope u know how much i care about u

“aw, jimin…” you giggle, unable to fight the grin off of your face after you read the endearing handwritten note, “happy valentine’s day to you too.”

jimin’s eyes widen in surprise when you suddenly pull a little heart-shaped box out from behind your back with a small giggle

“what? i thought you said you didn’t get anything for me?” jimin gasps, tilting his head before taking the box from you, “sneaky!”

“i know. i lied.” you crinkle your nose as you shake the box gently, “i customised it too and chose all your favourite flavours!”

“that’s very thoughtful of you, darling-” jimin smiles softly, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you towards him, “i can’t wait to-”

“mr. park, i think i left my-” you immediately spring away from jimin when the door suddenly swings open and smacks against the wall, “oh-!”

“seulgi!” jimin clears his throat, his grip tightening on the bouquet, “hello!”

“what’s… going on…?” seulgi trails off, eyes narrowing suspiciously at the bouquet of gardenias that both you and jimin are still holding onto, “are those flowers?”

“uh…” you look back over at jimin and the two of you exchange brief glances of pure panic, “yes! these flowers…” you trail off, your brain working overtime to come up with a believable reason as to why you and jimin look like you’re exchanging very romantic gifts, “are for everyone!” you chirp, grabbing the bouquet from jimin’s hands before spinning around to face seulgi with a smile, “mr. park wanted to give them out earlier but it slipped his mind so he asked me if i could hand them out to you guys!“

“oh my gosh, really?” seulgi gasps, bringing her fingers up to cover her mouth, “you know, i love gardenias-” she takes her bottom lip in between her teeth as she leans against the door frame, eyeing jimin dreamily, “that’s so sweet of you, mr. park. we didn’t know you were planning on surprising us again! you really didn’t have to do this!”

“yes, i… really didn’t…” jimin forces a smile on his face, “but i did… because i just… care so much about all of you ladies on this special day…”

“what about the chocolates?” seulgi leans over a little, her eyes flickering down to the box in jimin’s hand

you twist around to look down at it

you knEW you should’ve saved it for later tonight!

now you don’t have flowers and jimin’s about to lose his chocolates!!

jimin pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek as he stares down at his precious box of chocolates given to him by his very lovely girlfriend that he was planning on sharing with his very lovely girlfriend later tonight

…god damnit.

“…the chocolates are also for you guys.” jimin looks back up at seulgi, trying his best not to look like he wants to strangle her for interrupting what would’ve been a sweet moment, “why don’t you call everyone back?”

“okay!” seulgi practically squeals, disappearing from the doorway in less than a second

a couple seconds of silence pass by before you slowly turn around to face jimin with a sheepish smile, jimin letting out a chuckle before shrugging at you

“…happy valentine’s day?”

“happy valentine’s day.”

»»————-　💖　————-««

➳ roommate!taehyung: it’s valentine’s day and taehyung can be romantic if he wants to be

“dark chocolate… oh my god, is this lemon? ew!” taehyung frowns, swallowing the bite before shuddering and placing the other half of the chocolate back into the box, “who in their right mind wants to eat lemon gunk inside a piece of dark chocolate?”

“i got peanut butter chocolate, so i’m happy with my selection.” you hum, dusting your fingers off before peering into the box for another piece

“what?? i wanted peanut butter chocolate!” taehyung whines, picking up the pamphlet to look at the different flavours again, “damnit. there’s only one peanut butter chocolate!”

“hey, you ate the milk chocolate caramel and you know i like that one!”

“everyone likes milk chocolate caramel, y/n. you’re not special!”

“i know you’re just lashing out because you’ve been getting all the gross flavours, so i’m going to forgive you for saying that.”

“like, ten of these pieces look the same…” taehyung scowls and continues to flip through the pamphlet, “i want milk chocolate and almond but it looks exactly like this one that’s milk chocolate with some kind of whipped orange filling inside of it…”

long story short, the two of you have been sitting here for the last half an hour snacking on a big box of chocolates that you decided to splurge on instead of using up all of your money on an overly-expensive dinner

valentine’s day is nice and all but you and tae both agreed that you wouldn’t make a big deal of it

you had a discussion about valentine’s day and the conclusion of that conversation was that you’d go all out on your anniversary but just take it easy on valentine’s day

but then again… a lot of your friends who are also in relationships have been posting cute pictures all day long of them and their significant others

and you know that you literally said valentine’s day wasn’t a big deal but... but the giant teddy bears… and the beautiful bouquets of flowers… the shiny, twinkling jewellery… the fancy dinners at fancy restaurants… it all looks so nice!

it’s not like you feel like you’re missing out on anything because the only thing that matters is that you and taehyung love each other blah blah blah anD you definitely don’t want to make it seem like you only care about materialistic things but it really makes you wonder if you and taehyung are just... bad at being a couple?

“are we bad at being romantic?” you ask out loud, turning to look at taehyung, “because we basically have no plans for the rest of the day besides gorging on chocolate and… well, gorging on more chocolate.”

“i don’t think we’re bad at being romantic. this is just… our version of romance!” taehyung shrugs, setting the pamphlet down before turning to face you as well, “everyone can celebrate today however they want to celebrate it, and we just so happen to be celebrating it like this!” he gestures to the two of you and the box of the chocolates

you’re wearing a grubby, stained sweatshirt and your fingers are sticky with chocolate and taehyung’s currently trying to fish a chunk of almond out from his molars

you’re not sure what kind of romance this is but it’s definitely something

“yeah, i guess you’re right…” you trail off, picking at one of the empty paper wrappers in the box

“why do you ask?”

“ah, no reason. you’re right. i mean, i’m the one who said that valentine’s day was-” you clear your throat before dismissing him with a flick of your wrist, “yeah, nothing.”

taehyung’s shoulders droop slightly as he watches you pick at the chocolates with a slight frown on your face

it’s not like he didn’t have anything planned for valentine’s day - as a matter of fact, he was going to get you one of those fancy buckets of roses that he sees all over instagram AND he was going to place a custom order for a whole bag of candy hearts with your guys’ initials on them - but then you mentioned one night that valentine’s day was kind of a goofy holiday and he immediately changed his mind

“...okay, c’mon.” taehyung dusts his hands off before getting up off the couch, a couple paper wrappers fluttering onto the floor, “go and get changed.”

“what are you talking about?”

“you want romance? i can do romance! one time i folded a girl’s clothes the morning after, and if that doesn’t scream romance, i don’t know what-” taehyung pauses when he realises he probably shouldn’t be talking about his past girls in front of his current girl (also you’re giving him that look that screams i dare you to continue talking), “i… am going to change the subject now because i feel myself wandering into dangerous territory- the point is: why don’t you change into something a little less comfortable?”

“what- why?” you frown, taehyung reaching down to wrap his hand around your elbow and pull you up off the couch

“we’re going on an impromptu date night, that’s why!”

“all the restaurants in the city are probably fully booked already, though-” you shake your head, reaching down to pick your phone up, “i don’t know…”

“aw, c’mon. looking for a restaurant on one of the busiest nights of the year is all part of our valentine’s day fun!!” taehyung chirps, reaching up to pinch your cheek, “plus, if all else fails, we’ll come home and order takeout like we were originally going to - which will still be super fun and romantic, because everything we do is super fun and romantic. okay?”

a wide grin spreads on taehyung’s face when he notices the excited smile starting to twitch at the corner of your mouth

“…okay!” you giggle, taking tae’s hand as you bounce up and down on the balls of your feet, “okay, let’s go change-” you turn around, pulling tae along behind you, “i bought a new pair of boots and i’ve been dying to wear them out-”

“yay! also, i’m just letting you know now that after we come home i’m going to bone you so romantically that you won’t even know what hit you-”

“tae-”

“what?! you said you wanted romance!”

✨why don’t you explore the rest of the library while you’re here?

💫or perhaps you want something shorter to read?

🌟or something even shorter?

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eddiecabotsmile · 3 years

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headcanon: the dogs using social media

pink

has posted you like once

but you have tonssss of pictures in your page - and he secretly likes the attention ;))

likes all of your posts !! and comments on them a bunch - “you look pretty here.”

stays up late checking your friends profiles bc he’s a jealous little creep

“baby, you know this guy?” it’s your cousin..

he claims he hates social media but is always on it

you two loveeee to bully ppl you used to go to school with on facebook

“this guy used to be the shit - turns out he’s at a boring office job though . heh, asshole”

watches tik toks and laughs is ASS off at them

“shit baby, you gotta watch this oh my god the cat is so dumb” and it’s a video of a cat or something, but he loves it

orange

loves tagging you in memes

and sends you couples cosplay hoping that you’ll take him to the next con (pls say yes)

posts all pictures he has of you two together

even the bad ones

follows more people than he has followers

to explain - freddy follows all of the MCU

once posted you hunched over on the couch with a piece of pizza in your mouth and captures you mid chew “she’s so cute 😙”

his user name is probably something dumb

like freddylovesthor or captainnewandyke

freddy posts thirst traps it’s canon

blonde

literally doesn’t use social media

one post of him and vincent from like 100 yrs ago

the other is a selfie of you and him at the beach, which doubles as his profile pic

has all your pictures bookmarked bc he thinks you’re very pretty :))

comments on all of your posts tho !!

“sexy” “😍😍😍” “that’s my girl”

i feel his super protective over you - like pink but he blocks the guys he finds in your following, feeling sooo accomplished after

follows you and eddie that’s it - unfollowed vincent after a fight

you kinda get jealous bc he has a lot of followers bc he’s handsome af

“cmere lets show them how taken i am”

white

would run a stan page for you if he knew how

his page is mostly to two on dates, or him taking pictures of you

ooh! he also takes pictures of the books he finds at the library, and gives super detailed summaries - that you love to read

“come here i want to take a picture with you sweetheart, you look stunning”

sweetest captions ever !!

i feel like he posts in greyscale idk why

he would accidentally upload a scandalous picture of you two laying in bed 👀 and pretty much writes an entire ESSAY on how sorry he his

“what the hell is a tik tok? why does it keep popping up, sweetie, help me”

makes you laugh bc you know he means well

okay okay okay, we know mr white loves tacos but i can totally see him getting sponsored by a taco shop

brown

uses youtube religiously and loves to watch everything wrong with, or blooper reels

tries to explain the pixar theory to you after late night hours - when he’s supposed to be asleep

“..okay okay and so then it carries over into the monsters inc universe. and i, babe are you awake?” you’re sitting there eyes closed “mhm..” and he still continues

updates his status everyday

the most annoying things like spams his story

the type to post: happy one month, happy three months, happy six months two weeks nine days and thirty seconds baaaabe 🎉

has 2 followers (one is you)

always posting hot takes and getting into arguments in comments

“you wouldnt understand film theory if it fuc-“

100% gets his account suspended

#mr pink imagine #mr pink x reader #mr pink headcanon #mr orange imagine #mr orange headcanon #mr orange x reader #mr blonde imagine #mr blonde headcanon #mr blonde x reader #mr white x reader #mr white headcanon #mr white imagine #mr brown headcanon #mr brown x reader

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lonelyreputation · 4 years

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Different (part two)

A/N: Surprise!! I’m posting earlier than I thought I would! And we’re back with the angst!! Straight angst! Like literally all of this is angst there’s nothing else. Also! I just started a tag list, so send me a message if you want to be added!!

Don’t we all just love some unrequited love?? 💞 💖

Also, your support has been so tremendous, thank you guys all so much, I love you to the moon and to Saturn 😉 💫 THANKS A MILLION! Reblogs are never expected, but always appreciated!! 🤗💞🌻

REQUEST/PROMPT: People talking a room away & Fighting the urge to cry & Unrequited Love

Part ONE | Let’s Chat!! | MASTERLIST

Warnings: Few swear words, some self-doubt, and ANGST!!!

Word Count: 5.7K

Shawn’s texts are bold and italicized & your texts are in italics

You promptly left the party, the broken glass left unattended on the floor, and silently cried the whole way back to your apartment with your arms hugging tight around your stomach.

Opening the door to your apartment wasn’t an easy task. Tears clouded your vision as you fumbled to find the right key to open the door. You had bit the inside of your cheek repeatedly on the walk home causing you to taste metallic every time you swallowed back a sob. Your chin wobbled, and just when you were about to give up and sit out in the hallway to cry, your roommate opened the door with a questioning look.

“How was the…party?”

She’s different––She’s just a friend––I don’t love her.

You brushed past her, “Fantastic.” You said as a few more tears fell from your eyes and your voice cracked.

She seemed to have caught the sarcasm behind your voice that alluded to the party being anything but fantastic. Your bloodshot eyes and wobbly chin also gave her a good indication that you left the party early.

There weren’t anymore words exchanged between the two of you as you quickly walked to your room to finally break down. You held a hand to your chest, clutching your necklace, a birthday present from Shawn, in a fist as you gasped out for air.

You’re different. You’re just a friend. He doesn’t love you.

You had a hand on the handle of your bathroom door as you harshly banged against it with your shoulder to open it wide. Once the door was closed, and you felt safe from the world around you, as you leaned up against the door and let out a cry of desperation. You were so sure that Shawn was the love of your life. You were positive that he had felt something––maybe not love––but some type of feelings for you that were stronger than friendship.

You slid down the door until you were sitting on the cold tiles, the only thing giving you a feeling other than absolute heartbreak. You tried your best to keep your cries quiet, clenching your teeth and hissing out a breath every now and then in order not to draw anymore attention from your roommate. You could physically feel your chest caving in on your heart.

The necklace that was still being held tightly in your hand burned your exposed skin. Hastily, you unclasped it from your neck, and heard the little dink of a sound as the soft metal material of the necklace collided against the tile.

You bent your knees and hugged your legs close to your chest, failing at sniffling back your sobs as you rested your forehead on top of your knees. You were second guessing every interaction you had with Shawn; the soft smiles from across a crowded room, him randomly sending you flowers when he knew you were stressed, how he touched you only a few hours ago.

Who said anything about love?

You tried to hold back something between a sob and a shout as you heard Brian’s question repeat over and over in your head. You felt hot all over your body, and most of all, you felt like a fool for listening to Olivia’s advice about confessing your true feelings to your best friend. The back of your head started to throb and the ache of your breaking heart was having a tortuous physical effect on the rest of your body.

Buzz. Buzz.

You lifted your head to see your phone vibrating against the tile, moving ever so slightly with every ring. A new wave of tears started to fall over as you saw Shawn’s contact picture; a picture you took of him asleep on the couch after the first time you watched 10 Things I Hate About You. You let the call go unanswered. Once you saw his picture disappear, you let out a shaky breath, but it didn’t last long because his picture showed up on your phone again.

You screened his call again.

Thankfully, he didn’t try calling you again, but your phone continued to buzz indicating that a few text messages were being received. You bit your lip as you brought your arm up to your nose to wipe away the excess of tears that mixed with your runny nose and read the text messages.

Where are you? I came back to the kitchen and didn’t see you?

Are you still here? Y/n?

Liv just told me you were feeling sick, do you need anything? I can come around tomorrow morning. Love you & hope you feel better xx

Just like your necklace, you slid your phone across the bathroom tile for it to be as far away from you.

Love you? The malicious part of your brain spoke up, ha. He even said it himself, he’s never loved you.

And again, the sane part of your mind didn’t have a rebuttal.

///

It had been five days since you eavesdropped on Shawn and Brian’s conversation. Five days since Shawn said he didn’t love you. Five dreadfully long days since your best friend broke your heart and you had to pretend like everything was fine.

Everything was not fine.

On the first day, you left his texts unanswered and told your roommate to turn him away if he showed up at your door. Day two, you respond to his texts saying you had a migraine and couldn’t look at any bright lights, your excuse for not responding to any of his messages. Day three, he came over to your apartment with pizza, two big fuzzy blankets, and your favorite Pixar movie because, you always watch Pixar when you’re feeling sick, I know you, he said.

I know you; but he didn’t know that you were purposefully avoiding him.

On day four, you were back over at Shawn’s apartment with Brian. Like you had done earlier when Shawn had just come home from tour, the three of you were out on his deck with the fire going. Brian was in the single chair again while you and Shawn were sharing the couch. Except this time, your head wasn’t nestled into his chest, you were sitting on the complete opposite end with your feet tucked under you.

Brian and Shawn both had alcoholic drinks of their choice while you had a glass of water.

“So, Shawn,” Brian quickly looked over at you for a brief moment before he looked at the boy in question, “Write any good songs?”

You wrapped the blanket tighter around your body, using it as a shield for whatever his answer would be, as you took a sip of your water. You stared at the CN Tower, pretending like you weren’t interested in their conversation.

You felt Shawn’s eyes glance at your figure for a second before he took a sip of his drink and nodded, “A few.”

“Oh c’mon,” Brian let out a little laugh as he looked at you until you gave him a roll of his eyes, “It’s just us––It’s not like we’re gonna leak them.”

“Y/n heard one of them.”

Brian raised his eyebrows, “Did she now?”

They both expected you to give your input, but you stayed silent, pretending to be enamored with the city lights.

When Brian noticed that his two best friends weren’t going to say anything, he cleared his throat, “And what did you think of it?”

With a question directed at you, you knew you couldn’t avoid contributing to any part of the conversation any longer. You shot Brian a glare, as you took a sip of water to stall some time, “It was nice.”

Brian threw his head back in laughter at your simple answer and Shawn stared at you with a questioning tilt of his head. You knew that he was thinking back to your taco night when he nervously played the song for you. Where you praised him for his songwriting abilities and said it was your favorite song he had ever written. But the more you thought back on that night, the more you noticed how distracted he was.

He didn’t want to mix the spices, and while you measured the different seasonings, you would glance up at him to see his thumbs rapidly moving across the screen of his phone. You remember asking him what was so important on his phone when you caught him smiling down at it. And he didn’t tell you any specific stories from when he was on tour, which were always a topic of discussion on taco night. He specifically brushed away your questions about Los Angeles.

“There would be a million girls out there who would die to listen to an unreleased Shawn Mendes song and all you say is that it’s nice?”

You shrugged your shoulders and took another sip of water, hoping it would ease the familiar scratchiness at the back of your throat, “Yeah.”

Just thinking about the song that was so clearly written for you made you want to cry like you did that night you found out Shawn didn’t love you. When you first heard the song, you wanted that sweet guitar melody ingrained in your mind forever. You wanted those lyrics tattooed somewhere on your body that was only visible to you. He had sung about having a different kind of love for you.

Different.

You finished your water and excused yourself to get a refill with a sniffle as you went into his kitchen, wiping away a few stubborn tears that fell.

But the fifth day…The fifth day was worse than the day you overheard Shawn say he didn’t love you.

You were out grocery shopping when you felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. Unlocking it, you saw a text from Shawn; Busy?

Out food shopping, you texted back, everything alright?

I’m bored.

You let out a small laugh at his response, pushing your cart out of the aisle you were in and stood off to the side, not wanting to disrupt anyone’s shopping habits.

Poor you, you texted back, I’m sure you’re really missing the tour life right now.

Nah, he texted back instantly, just missing you.

Your heart soared with happiness, but only for a split second. He didn’t see you in the same way you saw him. He didn’t look at you like you hung the stars in the sky. He didn’t think of you as being someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

With a frown, your thumbs moved quickly across the screen, Boo hoo.

Come over.

You weren’t expecting him to be so direct. You hadn’t hung out alone since taco night and you weren’t sure you were strong enough to keep your composure together.

And don’t say you’re busy.

You only go food shopping when you have absolutely nothing to do.

Your thumbs stopped typing out your response. Maybe, you thought to yourself, just maybe he does know you as well as you knew him.

Let me check out and drop the bags off at my place then I’ll head over.

You felt your stomach churn with anxiety as you stared at the lone smiley face. He usually texted with emojis, so you knew something was off when he was using simple keyboard emoticons. It only made you that much more nervous to be alone with him.

It didn’t take long to finish gathering what you needed and then headed to check out. You didn’t have too much stuff, so it was easy to carry your reusable bags from the store front to the car without your cart. Once your bags were placed in the back, and you were in the driver’s seat, you placed both hands on the steering wheel, gripping the leather material until your knuckles turned a few shades lighter than your skin tone, letting out a deep breath.

You told yourself you didn’t have a reason to be nervous. Deep breath in. You were the one who had the problem with Shawn, not the other way around, he didn't know you were in love with him. Deep breath out.

Turning the key in your car took a little more effort than normal because you could feel your stomach tell you not to go over to Shawn’s place. Your gut had a feeling that something wasn’t right. But he was still your best friend, you still loved him, and you would do anything to have him in your life.

You drove home, quickly placing your groceries away, and then walked over to Shawn’s apartment. Sure, it would’ve been easier to drive, but you couldn’t pass up the sweet summer air that whisked down the streets of Toronto.

Are you still coming?

A smile crept onto your face as you sent him an eye roll emoji, At the corner waiting to cross the street. Be there in five.

Instead of your stomach flipping with summersaults, it flipped with anxiety. You shook your hands to free yourself of the nerves you felt inside, and smiled at the doorman who greeted you by name. You made your way to the elevator, pressing the button to Shawn’s floor.

You were always bouncing with excitement riding the elevator up to Shawn’s place because it meant that you were going to see him. But now your leg bounced with anxiety and the ride up seemed to take hours.

Once on the floor, you made the journey to Shawn’s door, and before you could knock, Shawn swung open the door with a smile on his face. You couldn’t even get a greeting out as he wrapped his arms tightly around you, leaning his cheek on top of your head.

You felt the familiar feeling of warmth that you associated with him as you felt his heartbeat. Out of instinct, you brought your arms around his torso and hugged him back just as tightly, breathing in his scent.

“C’mon,” Shawn squeezed you tight one last time before unraveling his arms from around you, letting his hand graze your down your arm to your hand where he intertwined your fingers, “Brian will be here in like an hour and I want you to myself for a bit.”

With your hand in his, he pulled you inside his apartment and you looked at the back of his head like he was leading you to an eternity of happiness. As he pulled you past the kitchen and into the living room, he peered over his shoulder and offered you a shy smile.

Oh yes, you thought to yourself, you were still hopelessly in love with him; ready to bend yourself however which way just to see him smile.

He flopped onto the couch, with you standing above him, but with a gentle tug of your hand, you were falling into his chest with a laugh. You placed a hand on his chest, feeling the familiar warmth of his skin through his cotton t-shirt seep into you. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, his chest still vibrating with laughter, and you thought that even though he might like someone else, he may just love you.

“Wanna watch La La Land?”

His question brought you out of your daydream, “I thought you didn’t like the ending?”

Shawn shrugged his shoulders as he reached for the remote, the movie already queued up, “Haven’t seen it in a while.”

You slowly nodded your head, using your hand that was on his chest to push yourself off him. But he caught your wrist in his hand, “Stay.”

With a smile slowly tugging at the corners of your lips, you nodded and laid your head on his chest, sliding your legs between his, as you felt his heartbeat accelerate. Around thirty minutes into the film, you felt Shawn bring one of his hands up to your head, softly running the tips of his fingers over your hair.

It was the little gestures that made you fall in love with your best friend. How he always managed to relax you with a hand on your shoulder. How he would listen intently over the phone when he was hundreds of miles away. And how when you would be out on a date, he would call you after texting him your codeword for an excuse to leave. But even if the date was going well, you would still text him to call, because he wasn’t the one sitting across from you.

As if you had plunged head first into the ocean, thoughts were swimming around in your mind; his touches were comforting––you felt a spark tingle its way through your veins every time he touched you––you were never afraid to be yourself around him.

But soon the thoughts that made you feel like you were floating above the surface, suddenly swallowed you whole, and the thoughts only got worse, feeling as if you were thrashing around the water, reaching your hands up to break through to the surface; this is all you’ll ever be to him––You won’t ever have the joy of graduating to something more––Soon his gentle touches and soft eyes will be reserved for someone else––Someone he’s capable of loving––He’ll never want you in the way you want him.

As he repeated his movements of touching your hair, as if he didn’t give it a second thought, it was the only thing you were capable of giving your full attention to. The warmth you usually felt now felt like a burning sensation as it spread like a wildfire throughout your body.

You lifted your head from his chest abruptly before his hand could caress your hair once more. Shawn was startled by your sudden movement and looked up at you with a raised eyebrow.

“I––Sorry, I––” you felt your chin wobble and you knew that you had to get away from him, “I have––I’m gonna go to the bathroom.”

You untangled your legs from his as you stumbled to get up, bringing your hand up to cover your mouth when your back was to him. You could hear his distant voice asking if you wanted him to pause the film as you skidded across his floor to the bathroom. You didn’t bother replying to him, already knowing how the film played out.

You tried to even out your breathing, soft gasps emitting from your lips as to not alert Shawn that you were having a breakdown in his bathroom. You thought you could be friends with him, you were trying everything to keep him in your life, but it was taking too much of a toll on your feelings.

He loves you like a best friend, the rational part of your brain tried to make sense of your heartbreak.

But that’s not enough, the irrational part of your mind yelled over its counterpart, you’ll never be enough.

Your hands gripped the granite countertop so tight that your knuckles turned a few shades lighter than your original skin tone. The coolness of the granite didn’t do anything to soothe the leftover burning you felt course through your veins from Shawn’s touches. You lifted your head to look in the mirror and noticed that the reflection of the girl looking back at you was a heartbroken stranger.

Turning the sink on, you ran your hands under the cold water, cupping your hands under the faucet and splashing your face with water to cover up the redness of your eyes. You grabbed a towel from the rack hanging on the wall after you had shut the water off and dried your hands. You didn’t think you could last through the rest of the movie without breaking down, so you turned on your heel and opened the door, prepared to tell Shawn you had a headache and wanted to go home.

But when you opened the door, you were met with Shawn leaning against the wall across the hallway, arms crossed over his chest, with a concerned, yet irked, look in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

HIs question was direct, and you had the truth banging from the inside of your skull, begging to be released; I love you––I want to be more than best friends––It’s killing me to not tell you how I feel––But I know you don’t love me.

“Nothing,” you tried to squash your thoughts, but it only made your headache hurt more, “Listen, I––”

“Why aren’t you wearing your necklace?”

Another direct question that left you speechless. You slowly brought your hand up to your chest, fingers resting just beneath your collarbone, where your necklace had taken up a home everyday since Shawn gave it to you four years ago.

“I forgot––I forgot to put it on this morning.”

“I know you sleep with it on,” Shawn’s voice was monotone as he deflected your excuses and shot you another direct question, “Why’d you take it off?”

A flashback of you ripping the necklace off your skin and throwing it across your bathroom as tears heavily flowed down your face flashed through your mind. The sound it made as it hit the tile floor echoing in your thoughts.

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to suppress the heartbreak you felt on that night down, “You’re delusional, if you’re so sure I sleep with it on––”

“Y/n,” his voice was dangerously low, “Why did you take the necklace off.”

His jaw was clenched to hold back his rage of anger. And your jaw was clenched to hold back your waterfall of tears.

“Because I did,” you scoffed at Shawn, sending him a glare, as you walked past him, “It’s just a necklace.”

It’s more than a necklace, the rational part of your mind whispered, both of you know that it’s so much more than just a necklace.

The irrational part of your brain stayed mute.

Before you could successfully make it down the hallway, Shawn circled a hand around your wrist, “Don’t feed me that bull––”

You were fed up with him. You were fed up with his teasing touches, fed up with the caring words he whispered to you in secret, fed up with how he thought he knew you better than anyone else. Because if he really knew you––knew how your heart beat faster just for him––then you wouldn’t be in this position.

You ripped your wrist out of his hold and spun around, “Shawn, I love you!”

Your tone was scathing, but at the same time it was a cry for help. And the only person who would be able to offer you assistance was frozen to the ground, lips slightly parted, but his eyes stayed the same. You expected his eyes to be wide in shock, you expected him to be thrown off by your statement, but he didn’t seem fazed.

“I––I’ve loved you for so long and I can’t––Everything just hurts,” your voice cracked at the end of your sentence, as your eyes maintained contact with the boy who you would give everything up for, “You act like you know me, but if you really did, then you’d know how much my heart is breaking whenever I’m around you.”

You already knew that he didn’t love back, you had already gone through this heartbreak, but seeing him trying to figure out the words that would no doubt ruin your friendship, it was as if your first heartbreak felt like a little scrape on the knee.

He brought both hands up to rub his face, taking in a deep breath, as he looked up toward the ceiling, “Y/n,” his voice was strained, but not in the way you felt your throat closing up from the threat of tears, he was holding back resentment, “That––Can’t––You don’t love me––Not––Not like…That.”

Without any remorse, it was as if he had ripped your heart apart like you were just a piece of scrap paper with lyrics he didn’t think were good enough. Not good enough, your mind echoed, you’re not good enough for him.

He had already witnessed you confiding your deepest secret to him. And you didn’t think he deserved to witness the aftermath of your world crumbling.

You understood what the collapse of the Roman Empire must’ve felt like.

Tears were already falling fast down your cheeks, and you spun around, not bothering to say anything else to him because he didn’t warrant any more of your words after he so carelessly threw away your confession.

You made it to his kitchen when you heard his pleading voice, “Wait––” And when you felt the fire of his skin on your skin, it was a pain you never wanted to experience again.

Before he could enclose his hand around your wrist for a third time today, you snatched your arm away, cradling your wrist into your chest like you were trying to heal a wound. You had an internal wound that you didn’t think would go away any time soon.

“If you can’t––If you don’t want to be with me,” You choked out a sob as you stared into his brown eyes; it was the first time you saw genuine heartbreak in his eyes. And part of you was glad that he was experiencing a fraction of the pain he put you through over the past five days, “I can’t…we can’t be friends.”

His exasperated exterior fell just as fast as his face, “Don’t say that,” he took a few steps forward and reached out a hand, but stopped it mid-way and left it hanging in the air, knowing you would push him away again, “You don’t mean that––”

“I––Shawn, I can’t––” your voice was high-pitched as your bottom lip quivered, the reality of the situation becoming all too real for the both of you, “It’s been so hard these past few years––”

“Years?”

You ignored his question as another one of your secrets slipped past your trembling lips, “It’s just too––too hard right now,” you hiccuped, “I need–sp––space.”

“But I––I just got you back––You’re my best friend. I don’t want space from you.”

You did your best to ignore the tears welling up in the corner of his eyes as you tasted your own salty tears as you spoke, “You have Brian––”

“Don’t,” his voice was rigid as the first of his tears fell from his eyes. He harshly brushed the top of his palm across his cheek to rid himself of his falling tears. But the more he kept wiping away his tears, more fell from his eyes, “You know that our friendship is different than what we have with anyone else.”

“Exactly!” You threw your hands up in the air, letting out a humorless laugh, “It’s different because we’re different! We’re different around each other because there’s something more between us––”

“We’re just friends!” Shawn raised his voice over yours.

It was silent after that as you tried to keep your sniffles to a minimum, gulping your emotions down your cracked throat. You had made your feelings about him clear. And he had made his feelings about you clear; friends. Just friends.

“What,” he smacked his lips together, his next question coming out in a whisper, “What did I do wrong to make you think of me––of us––to be more than friends?”

What did he not do? That was the real question that had been floating around your head for years. How could you not fall in love with the cadence of his voice? How could you resist the invisible pull you felt toward him that only grew stronger since the first time you said hello? How could you refuse to let yourself fall in love for someone you were so sure was made for you?

You offered him the best smile you could through your tears, “You did…Nothing wrong,” you let out a whisper of a laugh as you stared into his eyes that were once so comforting. His eyes used to bring you so much joy, but now they held with just as much heartbreak as yours, “You were just…Yourself.”

“But you––Why tell me this––Why are you destroying our friendship when you already knew I didn’t love you back?”

“I didn’t want to tell you––Wait,” you had felt your heart stop for the boy in front of you a million times. Your heart had stopped for him when he gave you your star sign constellation as a necklace for a present. Your heart had stopped for him when he pointed at you when he was performing on stage.

But never had it stopped for this long as you awaited his answer, “How did you know that I knew?”

Shawn’s red eyes grew wide, not expecting for his little secret to slip out. He tried stammering out an excuse through his tears, but just like he had deflected your excuses about not wearing your necklace, you weren’t putting up with him. You had an inclination as to how he knew that you knew he didn’t feel the same way about you. But you were praying that you were wrong.

God, you hoped you were wrong.

“Shawn,” your voice cracked as you looked at him, he was shaking his head as if begging you not to ask your next question, “How did you know?”

“Y/n––”

“How.”

Shawn let out a breath so shaky that you felt yourself lose balance, “At the party, five days ago…” his eyes were begging you to have him stop his explanation, but you shook your head, wanting him to twist the knife he had already plunged so deep into your heart.

“The bathroom door was open and––and I saw you form the corner of my eye and when Brian asked me about you––I thought if you heard I didn’t love you, instead of me saying it to you, that we could go back to being normal.”

He knew you were listening. He knew you weren’t okay when he asked you so delicately, so full of obliviousness, as you cut yourself with shards of broken glass. And he knowingly left you in the kitchen after he knew he had broken your heart.

Turns out, he did know you just as well as you thought.

“You…You knew I was listening?”

The nod of his head was the final hit. It felt as if a hawk had swooped into your heart, talons digging in deep, thrashing until they successfully picked your heart apart piece by piece, savoring every moment of your destruction.

You didn’t think it was possible to feel even more hurt than you did that night when you listened to him in the bathroom say so confidently that he didn’t love you. He said it with so much conviction––I don’t love her––knowing that you were just a few feet away from him, clearly able to hear him break your heart.

His presence, one that you yearned for during every second of the day you weren’t with him, was now something that repulsed you.

How did your supposed best friend have so little respect for you?

Without a second thought other than to get the hell out of his apartment, you dashed behind him to the living room to pick your phone up from the coffee table, haphazardly slid your sneakers on, and tucked the laces under the tongue of the shoe. Your hands were shaking as you rushed past his standstill figure in the kitchen.

Your hand was on the doorknob, about to turn it, but his voice cut you off.

“Don’t––Y/n, I’m sorry––”

The tips of his fingers grazed your elbow, just as gently as they caressed your hair earlier, but you opened the door, jumping out into the hallway to put as much distance between the two of you as possible.

“Fucking––Stay away from me.”

You slammed the door on his tearstained face and ran down the hallway. You ran to the very end, skipping the elevator as you yanked the door to the stairs open. Your palms were sweating, heart beating out of control, as you raced down the stairs out of breath. Shawn had made you feel all those things before, but never had you felt them in such a turmoil of pain, you had previously only felt them out of the nervousness of love for him.

You made it to the lobby, praying that Shawn hadn’t taken the elevator down to stop you from leaving. When you saw that the coast was clear, you avoided eye contact with the doorman, as you quickly walked past him.

“Y/n?”

You whipped your head around, eyes wide, as you saw Brian stood a few feet away from you with a concerned look on his face.

His eyes started at your face, taking in your splotchy appearance, then his eyes darted to your shaky hands, and then back up to your red eyes, where tears were still falling.

He looked at you with a regretful smile, “You told him?”

You sniffed back the tears and brought your forearm to wipe under your nose, “I don’t––Told him what?”

He gave you a pointed stare, you had never confided in Brian about your feelings for Shawn, but you always had a feeling that he knew something.

“Did he tell you?”

You screwed your eyes tight wanting to erase everything you had heard in the last hour.

When you opened your eyes, Brian’s mournful stare was still on you, “He told me a lot of things.” He perked up at that piece of information. There was a glint of glee in his eyes, but it was soon replaced with confusion as you said your next sentence, “Keep him from coming after me.”

“What do you––”

The ding of the elevator and a desperate shout of a voice that had just destroyed your heart called out your name, cut him off, “Y/n!”

Your body went into fight or flight mode, and you chose flight as your petrified body sprinted out the glass door of his building.

And just like the night after the party, you walked home from Shawn’s place to your apartment, arms hugging your stomach for some sort of comfort, tears clouding your vision. You miserably failed to keep your cries at bay as you publicly showcased your heartbreak as gray clouds rolled in and thunder boomed from the distance.

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The One With All the Giggles [One-Shot]

Summary: Bucky finally gets to take his girl on a real date.

Warnings: Smutty smut. 18+ please, and thanks. It’s not graphic sex, like at all, but it’s adulty time. Be cool, k? 😉

A/N: I’ve been watching Friends a lot. To explain the title. I have been so soft this week. My period has turned me into a soft mess. That led to Beck and December’s first time. lolol. This takes place roughly a week after chapter 17. They just became an item and they are trying to find their footing as this new couple. It’s full of giggles and silly playfulness. It’s more about the fluff and the gentleness than it is the dickin’. Sorry if you wanted dirty smut🤣🤣. If you have not read the series Astrophile, THERE WLL BE MAJOR SPOILERS.

Catch up on the series here!

***My fics are not to be saved or posted on any other sites without my written permission. Reblogs are my jam, though! Thanks!*

The transition from friends to something more is easier, in theory, it turns out. It is hard to decipher what had been flirting and what was just friendly banter between two friends — more importantly, what was them being them, Y/n and Bucky.

Natasha doesn’t quite understand what the problem is. When Y/n asked her for advice earlier in the week, seeing as how she went through something similar with Clint, Natasha told Y/n she didn’t see what the big deal is. You two have flirted from the moment you met. He’s always looked at you like you hung all the stars, and it’s quite nauseating. Add a little kissing, and you’ll be fine.

He never said anything but, Y/n knows Bucky is nervous, too.

Maybe it’s because nothing has really changed. They still talk on the phone all day long. Bucky still FaceTimes when he’s working late, or he’s bored and missing her. Y/n sends him random pictures throughout her week when she’s thinking about him and starlight. Ori comes by the shop nearly every day. Maybe a week is too soon to notice the change, or perhaps nothing will change between them at all.

The knock to her front door startles her enough to make her jump. Bucky is there. Bucky is at her front door to take her on a real date. She glances down at her galaxy printed tights, black skirt, and sparkling grey sweater, this isn’t exactly sexy. It’s cozy, and she likes it, but it’s something she would wear every day — not on a date, and she should have dressed up.

What if he’s disappointed?

Y/n blows out a nervous breath and pulls the door open only to find Bucky grinning at her from behind a bouquet of star jasmine. He’s not dressed very fancy at all — jeans and a black button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up, and his hair pulled back into a small bun.

At least, he’s not in a suit.

“Hi,” Bucky breathes, a ridiculous smile tugging at his lips, “You look— Damn, you look beautiful.”

So maybe he won’t be too disappointed.

“Thank you!”

She beams back at him, setting the flowers he gave her in a vase on her kitchen counter. The bouquet was small, not even half the size of the one Tony sent her after their first date, but these are different. These are the flowers she should have gotten, and she isn’t surprised that Bucky picks flowers that shine like the stars.

“You look very handsome.” Y/n observes and slips her purse over her head, locking the door behind her, and she adds with a smirk, “Calendar ready if I can say so.”

Bucky hangs his head in defeat, but she can see the smile on his face — she loves that smile.

“I was thinkin’ we could walk. The place I have in mind is not that far.”

“Where are we going?” She asks as she takes the hand that’s outstretched for her and leans into Bucky as they walk down the street, right past her shop window with the new display — a romance novel featured in the middle. Natasha had teased her about that when she came by on Wednesday.

“You’ll see, Beck. It’s not that far.”

He had been right, it’s a short walk. Only twenty minutes or so. She tells him about her day on the trek over and asks about his. Of course, she checks up on sweet little Ori and makes sure he knows how much she misses her. Bucky will never stop loving how much Y/n loves the first woman in his life.

“Buck!” She screeches when spots the building they are approaching. “Laser tag?!”

Bucky chuckles and kisses the back of the hand he’s holding, answering against her soft skin, “Yeah, I know dates are usually dinner and wine and all that, but I thought this is more… us.”

“It is us.” Y/n’s smile softens, and she squeezes his hand. “Can I go kick your butt now?”

“You’re gettin’ a little ahead of yourself, Beck. I’m pretty good at laser tag.”

“Stow it, Barnes. Get in there so I can whip your cute butt.”

Y/n can now admit she was too cocky when they arrived an hour ago. Bucky is good at laser tag; it turns out. Too good or he simply knows her too well. He continues to anticipate every move she attempts to make, and now she’s cornered, with no means of escape, and she hates to lose.

“Beck, you may as well come out. There’s nowhere to go, baby.”

A galaxy printed leg pops out from behind the wall; the owner of the said leg is hiding behind. Bucky had been better than she predicted, and there is no way she is going to win now that he has her cornered in. So she does what any reasonable girlfriend would do.

“Okay, okay. Uncle! Just don’t shoot me. Pretty please?”

Bucky walks around the wall, gun still drawn in case she’s trying to trick him, but all he finds is Y/n, looking pitiful with her out her bottom lip as far as it can go, and he drops his ‘weapon.’ Bucky hooks his arm around her neck and pulls her into his space and kisses her. He can’t help it. He’s held out as long as he can, but he can’t go another minute without the feel of her lips brushing against his. His kiss is heated and languid. His lips are soft like she remembers, and her heart flutters when the arm around her pulls her closer, tucking her into his body.

Natasha is right. It’s the kissing that makes the difference, and boy — Bucky knows how to kiss. They need to do this more often. Kissing more often is a must, but not now. She has something else in mind for right now.

A soft beeping sounds off between them, and Bucky slowly pulls away from her lips to look down at his chest plate, vibrating and flashing red.

She shot him.

“Ohh, you’re in trouble now, Beck.” He pecks her lips one more time. Okay, two more times. Once more, to be sure. “You better run, sweetheart. I’m only givin’ you a five-second head start.”

“Bucky…” She takes several steps back from him, grinning. “Don’t you dare.”

“You better move that cute little ass of yours, babydoll. It’s about to be mine.”

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This could quite possibly be the best date of her life. As if laser tag wasn’t already amazing, Bucky took her to her favorite taco truck. Tacos and Bucky? It can’t get much better. Maybe if they had a pizza taco. Or one of pizza cone things! Second date is all about the pizza cone. Tonight was perfect and kicking Bucky’s butt at laser tag only makes it that much sweeter. As soon as they sat down to eat, Y/n sent Sam a text letting him know of her victory and giving him rights to rag on Bucky — only if he videos Bucky’s face when he does.

“You let your guard down, Bucky. That's what happens when you let yourself get distracted.”

“I was kissin’ my girl!”

Y/n steals a chip from the paper carton his tacos came in to help distract from her the butterflies in her stomach and the flutter in her heart. It happens every time he says that. She doesn’t think it will ever stop — she hopes it never does.

“Well, you should have known better. When I play, I play to win, Bucky.”

Bucky grins and leans back against the cement wall, their picnic table is resting against, staring at her wistfully and tells her with a wink, “Whatever you say, Beck.”

Y/n snuggles back against his chest, and Bucky’s arms immediately wrap around her. She sighs at the content, feeling warming her chest. There’s only one person she has to thank for that — two technically, but one is spending the night with her Uncle Steve.

“Thank you for tonight. I had so much fun,” She tells him earnestly.

“So did I. I haven’t had this much fun since we went to the zoo. Thank you for spending your one night off this week with me.”

Bucky realizes just how true everything he said is. He’s gone on plenty of dates, but none have been fun — not like this they hadn’t. None of them were silly and playful. He would never think to take a girl to laser tag and then a food truck for dinner, but with Y/n, it’s the only thing that feels right, and not once did he think about his grocery list, work or what chores he had to do tomorrow.

“I don’t know if you’ve realized,” She retorts with a tiny smile, “but I kind of want to spend every night of the week with you.”

In truth, so does he. Bucky wished they were spending every night together. He would give almost anything for this night to drag on just a little longer.

“So,” Y/n leans her head back on his shoulder and stares into his eyes, “Ori is at Steve’s all night, right?”

Bucky grins.

“What did ya have in mind, Beck?”

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Y/n stumbles backward into the brownstone with Bucky attached to her lips, the smell of coffee, pancakes, and paint making her grin. She throws her jacket on the couch as Bucky’s foot catches the door and kicks it’s closed. He’s not about to take his hands off her even to close the door. Bucky hasn’t cleaned in over a week. There are clothes on the washer, bowls in the dish rack that have been drying for five or six days now, and Ori’s toys, well they are always present and—

'No, backtalk! I have a laser, and I will use it!'

They are everywhere.

Y/n breaks into a fit of giggles right there against his lips, putting a pause on all the kissing. Bucky might love her more for it. She doesn’t care that toys are thrown all over the living room floor and that Buzz is quite literally a buzz kill. She doesn't get mad or annoyed with the reminder of Ori's presence in their lives — she laughs instead. Bucky grins and slides his hands down her backside, gripping the back of her thighs and wrapping her legs around his waist in one quick move.

Bucky kisses her lips — “How about I just carry you, yeah?” Another kiss brushing against soft lips — “Lightyear and Star Command are really killin’ the mood.”

“I dunno,” She mumbles through several more kisses and tightens her legs around his waist, grinning widely at the feel of him pressing between her legs.

“Doesn’t feel like he’s killed the mood.”

The squeak is there; the one Bucky knows so well. He barely hears it this time. The creek in the stairs in the last thing on his mind while Y/n is wrapped in his arms. Buzz didn’t kill the mood, but a squeak coming from anything but Y/n could make those pretty lips leave his skin, and he hates that idea.

Thankfully, when he left in a rush to drop off Ori before their date, he left his door open and, on Natasha’s advice, made his bed. It’s not anything special, no throw pillows or anything like that, but at least his blankets aren’t crumbled in a pile in the middle of his bed. Bucky lowers her to the floor, tossing his jacket onto the chair, watching as Y/n kicks her boots off.

Y/n slips her hands under his shirt, letting her fingers ghost over his muscles. She grips the hem of his shirt and tugs his shirt over his head, but the buttons get caught around the chain he always wears, and it gets stuck around his nose. Bucky chuckles through the fabric and steps back from her, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor.

She giggles and grabs the glinting silver necklace that fell back against his tanned skin. She pulls him back, her lips finding his with ease, tongues slipping past parted lips, and breath meeting. The backs of her knees hit the bed, and she flops back against the grey and black comforter. Her foot runs up the outside of his leg, and Bucky catches it when it reaches his hips. The slow trail of his hand running up her calf and then her thigh makes her shudder, Bucky grins and stops when he reaches the top of her tights — they come off with expertise and so does that pretty skirt he’s been watching bounce all night.

Bucky gulps looking down at Y/n, laying in nothing but that sheer black lingerie, embellished with tiny stars. The rush of the night comes to a stall as he takes her in. Her foot taps his thigh, and she raises her brow, silently asking what is taking him so long. He grins and coming out of his daze — the rush is back just like that, Bucky flings his jeans across the room, tossing them right into the nightstand and nearly knocking the lamp over. Beck covers her mouth to stifle her laughter. He grins and bites her hip playfully as he crawls up her body.

"You laughin' at me baby?" She hums quietly just enough that he can feel the vibrations running through her.

“I like that.”

Bucky looks up at the soft whisper of her words and smiles. “Like what? Teasing me?”

Y/n grins and runs her hand through his hair, shaking her head. She regards him quietly for a moment before answering him properly, “I do like that, but I meant when you call me baby. I like it when you call me yours.”

Bucky presses a light kiss to her stomach and slowly crawls up her body until they are nose to nose. “You like when I call you sweet things, Beck, baby?”

She stares up at him, the gravity of what she feels for him clutching at her throat and keeping her from replying. She can only nod and slide her hands around his neck, the tremble in her fingers not going unnoticed by the man hovering over her. Nothing about her goes unnoticed to Bucky. He catches every change, every flutter, and knows every beat in that pretty soul she bares so freely.

It’s only been five months since he met her, and it’s too early to talk about such things, but he’s learned every path to her heart and then some.

Bucky settles on his forearms and lets his weight rest heavy on her. He gazes down at her for a beat, his fingers twirling the strands of her hair between his fingers. “I like calling you my girl, too. I’m sorry, it took so long for me to realize what I had right in front of me.”

“It’s okay.” She breathes, brushing her lips over his, and bumping their noses together. “I don’t believe in all that fairytale, falling in love at first sight nonsense. You know that.”

He grins. Bucky does know that. It’s one of the reasons they fit together so well. They both know there isn’t some secret answer, some special deal the stars made in exchange for their love — if they want to love each other, they have to work at it every day for the rest of their lives, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t some magic left in the world.

“Yeah, I do. I do know that. I didn’t believe in any of that either. Until you.”

“W—what?”

“I didn’t know when I first met you, but, baby, my heart was yours from that very first day I walked into the bookstore.”

Tears are filling her eyes faster than she can stop them, she’s quick to blink away the ones that Bucky doesn’t catch with his lips. He places a soft kiss under her left eye, letting his hands wander her skin and whispers, “I’ll keep calling you baby if you call me something sweet, too.”

“Hmmm,” her breath hitches when she feels his fingers running up her inner thigh. Somehow she manages to get out a breathy retort. “Umm, how about I can be your girl, and I can call you Mr. December. Or, wait, what do they call the guys in Playgirl? Are they called bunnies, too?” Bucky’s hand freezes and finds her playful glare and teasing smirk.

“You can be my bunny.”

Bucky has to bite his lip to keep himself from laughing, and he’s nearly successful. No one heard those few snickers anyway. Bucky bites her neck playfully, making her squeak and his fingers dig into her thighs, nothing painful just hard enough to make her squirm.

“Oh, you’re in so much trouble. So much for being my sweet girl.”

Y/n leans up just as Bucky is leaning down, making their foreheads clunk, and they both dissolve in a fit of laughter. Bucky kisses the spot on her forehead where they knocked heads and then her nose, her cheek and that spot on her collar bone — the one that makes her shiver.

It’s all hands and lips from here. Fingertips brush bra straps to the side, tugging at boxers and finding paths never traveled. Y/n can feel how desperate he is for her, resting hard against her thigh — it makes her wiggle under him, and a breathless please falls from her lips. The only light is the glow from the light over the stairway spilling in through the open door and the bit of moonlight slipping through the cracks in the blinds over Bucky’s bed. Y/n likes to watch the pale blue hue fall over the muscles in Bucky’s Back as he works her panties down. There’s a rustling in the side table and a crinkle she knows.

Bucky attempts to rip it open, but his fingers fumble for a second, and her laugh makes him grin. He manages to get the dreaded foil package open and rolls the condom on with a soft grumble from him and another chuckle from Y/n.

The laughing quiets, and soon all that can be heard are heavy breaths, soft moans, and quiet declarations. I got ya, baby. That’s my girl. Come on, beautiful, come for me. Bucky’s forehead rests against hers, eyes anchored in one another because Bucky won’t have their first time be anything other than true to who they are. They laugh and joke and find solace in each other, so making love to her for the first time wasn’t going to be anything less than them.

Bucky slips out of bed and is gone for only a second, but she’s too drunk on the stars to notice how long he’s gone. The matress dips from his weight and an arm come to rest above her head as they catch their breath. She instinctively curls into the heat he’s radiating, and Bucky fiddles with the blankets until they are both snuggled under the blanket and around each other — laying skin on skin.

“Your Brooklyn really came out there,” Y/n’s soft voice fills the empty quiet makeing Bucky grin and he places a kiss on the top of her head. He’s never paid much attention before and certainly wasn’t focused on the noises he was making a few moments ago.

“Did it? I didn’t notice, darlin’. I was too busy listening to the sweet purrs you were makin’.”

Y/n smacks his arm gently and rests her head on his chest, fingers playing together and legs tangled around each other. It’s quiet, but not silent — there’s the hum of the air conditioning and beat of Bucky’s heart under her ear, soft breaths that she wants to feel against her skin again. Even the stars are whispering tonight, and Y/n knows she was foolish to think what they have could ever be considered something as silly and mundane just friends.

“Well, I’ve never done that with a friend.”

Bucky’s body shakes from laughter under her. She presses her cold nose into the crook of his neck and sighs happily. Y/n likes that he lets her be her, even here. Even in a moment that should be serious -- sensual, they joke and giggle and play. Those bits of silly sweetness only make it better. Not once did it diminish the moment, nothing was cheapened by their playfulness.

“Beck?”

“Hm?”

“This might be too soon. I know this is our first date and all, but it doesn’t feel like a first date, and I’ve been feeling this for… well, since Ori’s birthday, if I’m bein’ honest, way before then and— and…” She grins at his hesitation and lifts her head to meet his nervous gaze.

“I love you, too, Bucky.”

Bucky grins and flips her onto her back, leaning over her. He bumps their noses together and slides his hand under the sheet, giving her exposed thigh a squeeze.

“Round two?”

Y/n’s brow raises, and he can see the questions sparkling in her eyes, Again? Right now?

“When I play, I play to win, Y/n.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #fireman!Bucky #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #alternate universe #Firefighter AU #no longer single dad AU #astrophile files #Smut #bucky barnes smut #18+

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babybottlepop96 · 3 years

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Home Again Chapter 1

Jean x Marco

Summary: Jeana and Marco have been friends since the tender ages of 5 and 7. They grow together and fall in love.... then Jean disappears.

Warnings: This story will contains mentions of past rape and abuse. The violence parts will probably be descriptive, but the rape will not be. There will be eventual smut further along into the story.

~20 Years Ago~

"Jean, honey, this is mommy's new boss, Mr. Bott. He is the man who is going to help us, so I need you to be on your best behavior, okay?" The small five year old with ash blonde hair, dark brown undercut and honey golden eyes nodded his head as he stared at the tall dark haired man with dark chocolate eyes.

"Nice to meet you Master Jean." The man smiled down at the boy with a warm smile. "This is my son, Marco, he just turned seven a few months ago. Heard you enjoy dinosaurs and superheroes?" Jean nodded as he stared at the boy just two years older than himself with wide eyes, mapping out all the freckles along his tanned skin, milk chocolate eyes staring back into his own with a smile that could make the grumpiest of men relax. "Marco has a boatload of dinosaur and superhero toys, Marco, why don't you show Jean your room?" Marco smiled, grabbing Jean's hand and dragging him up the giant spiral staircase to the second floor.

Once inside the room, Jean's jaw dropped, the size of Marco's bedroom was bigger than his whole house combined. The ceiling was high with detailed trim along the edges, painted in a dark brown and a pale maroon shade of red. The bed was bigger than what any seven year old should have, a giant flat screen tv was mounted onto the wall across from the bed and games, movies and toys filled the rest of the room. "Do you want to play a video game? I have Spyro the dragon, Crash Bandicoot, Mario Kart?" The freckles kid asked, naming off games while setting up one of the many gaming consoles he owned.

"I… ummm.." Jean stood there nervously, rocking on his feet while twiddling his tiny thumbs. "I've never played a video game before." He looked up to see Marco smiling at him.

"That's okay! I'll teach you! We can start with Mario Kart, it's a multiplayer game, so I'll be able to teach you!" He smiled proudly as if he just won first place at the spelling bee.

"Oh, okay! Thank you!" Jean grabbed the controller Marco handed out to him with shaky hands. The two sat down on the squishy blue and purple bean bag chairs and started a game, Marco showing him how to pick his character, how to move and control the kart and how to throw the special abilities gained when hitting the boxes with the question marks.

"So, Jean, what's your favorite color?"

"Purple." Jean spoke as he tried to concentrate on what he was doing on the screen, still having a bit of trouble with the turns.

"Cool! Mines red!" Marco spoke as he gestures to the room around them.

"Favorite food?" Jean asked, stealing a glance at the older kid next to him, he couldn't help but smile, Marco's smile was infectious.

"Spaghetti! Well, all kinds of pasta! Penne, ravioli, ricotta-"

"I thought ricotta was a cheese?" Jean questioned, he wasn't actually sure himself, he just knew that cheese was a luxury in his home, never having enough money most of the time for really fancy things like cheeses.

"Oh, yeah! It is!" Marco giggled, "I just really like ricotta cheese." Jean giggled too, this kid was alright. "You're my new best friend, Jean."

~8 Years Later~

"Will you just shut up, Yeager?" A thirteen year old Jean Kirstein, as calmly as he could, spoke with his fist balled up at his sides as he walked out of the middle school building.

"Come on, Kirstein, didn't your poor piss excuse for a mother teach you it isn't nice to tell people to shut up?" Eren, the school bully, asshole and dick, in Jean's opinion, insulted. That's when Jean's resolve faded into nothing and landed a swift punch to the tanned, unblemished skin, a crunch was heard throughout the whole parking lot. Eren fell to the ground but quickly regained his strength and landed a kick to Jean's guy. The wind was knocked from Jean's lungs, but his anger was dominant. He lunged for the bastard who insulted his mother, the only parent he ever knew who worked her ass off to make sure he survived, to give the douche-nozzle a good pounding, but warm, strong arms held him back before hos fist could collide with it's intended target.

"Jean." A warm voice whispered in his ear, Marco. He relaxed in the freckles arms but he was still livid. "Let's go." Then, he was dragged off to the black Chevy Impala.

"Is that your boyfriend Horse Face? Man, I knew you were fruity but seriously? You could do better!" Jean almost got out Marco's grip, but the taller, older teen had his grip firm and all but threw the teen into the back seat.

"Jean-"

"No, don't start Marco! He taunted me about how I have to live my life, insulted my mother, then insulted you! He deserved to get his lights punched out!" Jean yelled, unshed tears forming in the corners of his Carmel eyes, threatening to spill any second. Marco just simply drew the younger into his arms and the driver drove towards Bott Manor. "He… he doesn't have to be so mean! I never did anything to him!"

When they finally pulled into the Manor, Marco led Jean to his room, the same room they first became friends in eight years ago. The stuffed animals and small toys are now replaced with books, CDs and even more games and movies. Marco sat them down on the bed and neither spoke for a few minutes. "He was right, ya know." Marco finally spoke and Jean looked at him like he had four heads. "You could do better than me, if we were together."

"Marco Bott, you stop right there! No one could ever replace you! You are literally the best person alive! If I had the balls to kiss you I would!" Jean and Marco's eyes widened and Jean turned into a blushing, flustered mess. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I.. I don't know why I said tha-", but Jean couldn't finish, Marco's lips pressed firmly against his in a gentle yet passionate kiss that spoke thousands of words and so many feelings.

"I love you Jean." Marco whispered as they pulled apart, foreheads still touching as both tried to regain their breath and slow their hearts. Jean cupped Marco's face in his hands and kissed him again.

"I love you too, Marco."

~2 Years Later~

Jean Kirstein, fifteen year old freshman at Trost High, walked through the park on his way home after work. He hates his job, hates working behind the counter at the local Taco Bell, hates that Eren works there too in the kitchen as a prep cook, hates dealing with annoying ass customers with snarky attitudes complaining that their crunch wrap supreme doesn't have enough sour cream. Well sorry, Karen, I don't make the fucking food nor do I determine how much sour cream goes on it. Today was a particularly bad day, Eren called off claiming he was sick when Jean really knew he was out with his "boyfriend" leaving him to prepare food and take orders. Then someone took a dump on the men's bathroom floor, didn't even try to aim for the fucking toilet! Just took a shot right there in the middle of the goddamn floor which he had to clean up himself while his manager bitched about him not doing his job at the counter. All Jean wanted to do was go home, talk to his boyfriend for a little before he eventually went to bed and got up early the next day for school.

It was a simple request that he wished for while the clock ticked by slowly. Jean was so into his own head, he never heard the footsteps coming up behind him until it was too late. A wet cloth covered his nose and mouth, his eyes widened for a second before the world faded to black.

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"We have to find him!" Marco shouted at his father who was looking at him with a solemn expression. Marco paced back and forth in front of his father's desk, hands taking through his u kept hair. He has barely slept a wink since Jean vanished three days ago, his mind wondering about all the worst scenarios it could think of.

"We are trying, son, but we have no evidence of anything taking place. No struggle, no personal belongings, nothing to suggest anything has even happened."

"But Jean couldn't have just vanished into thin air! He wouldn't run away either! He loved his mom too much to just up and leave her and me…" Marco trailed off, thinking about his and Jean's time together over the last two years. Picnic and arcade dates, eating pizza and hot wings while they binge watched their favorite tv series at that moment, the soft and gentle kisses they shared between one another before they parted ways, always promising to text each other once they got home, letting the other one know they got there safe. That's the single most reason why Marco knew something was wrong. Neither of them forgot to send the 'im home safe and sound' text. Not once, in the ten years that they've known each other, did they miss sending that text. Even as children and Marco's father gave Mrs. Kirstein a cell phone as a gift to keep in contact, did they miss THAT text.

"Son, we are doing everything we can to find Jean. But we also need to think rationally, Jean might not ever be found." Marco froze at those words, Jean may be lost forever? He may never see those honey eyes, beautiful smile, perfect sketches and vibrant paintings painted by those slender pale hands and fingers? May never run his hands through those soft locks of ash and brown ever again? That's when Marco broke, he screamed and fell to the floor in a fetal position on the floor. His father looked at him with hurt in his own dark chocolate eyes, for him, his son and Jean's mother who was currently out looking for her only child as they speak. Don Bott rose from his leather chair and walked around the desk, kneeling in front of his son. He put his hand on his back and whispered a pained, "I'm sorry, Marco."

~10 Years Later (Present Day)~

Here he was, once again, at an underground auction. Mr. Bott hated these things, but he had no other choice, ever since Mrs. Kirstein passed away three years ago from a drunk driving accident, he hasn't been able to find someone who cleaned as well as she had. Every person he hired had an attitude or just didn't speak at all, always forgetting to dust the book shelves or take out the trash. So he relented and took up on Mr. Ackerman's suggestion to go to an auction. Getting there early to get a good seat, Mr. Bott, along with Mr. Ackerman, Mr. Braun and Mr. Hoover, the Dons of their respected parts of New York City, all sat down to converse while the auction for the…. Pleasure portion of the auction slowly came to a close. Mr. Bott cringed as the scum of New York bid money on these poor people just for the gratification of getting their dick in a hole.

"And now for our last and best prize of the night!" The auctioneer spoke as the Dons sighed in relief, none of them liked the idea of people being sold for pleasure as they themselves, tried for years to get it under control but never succeeding. "This one has been in the business for ten years, used and a bit rough looking, but this little beauty will be the best fuck you ever had. Clean and pliant, not a bad body either if I do say so myself. Number 54!" The announcer spoke as someone roughly shoved a young man out into the center of the room. The numbers flying from the crowd started pouring in left and right and it got the Dons wondering whom this "prize" was. "Three-thousand!" "Ten-thousand!" "Twenty Five-thousand!"

"Two hundred-thousand!" The crowd went quiet after hearing the deep booming voice coming from the front row.

"Two hundred-thousand! Going once! Going twice! Sold! To Do Bott!" The young man was then hauled out of the room to be prepped for leaving the facility.

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"Dad! I'm home! Reiner, Bert, Mikasa, Eren and Armin are here too!" Marco called from the doorway as he and the others walked into the Manor. "Dad?!"

"In the living room son!" He heard his father call and the group walked towards the sound.

"What's up? We heard your voicemail and hauled ass here. What happened?" Marco asked as soon as he saw his father, eyes brimmed with tears and a small smile. The others in the room, specifically Dr. Yeager, looked at them, small sad but slightly happy smiles on their faces. "What's going on here?" The group looked at each other, confused and concern plastered on their faces. Once Mr. Bott moved to the side and gestured to the couch, it was then that the group realized what was happening. On the couch asleep, lay a thin pale man, dark circles under his eyes, bruises and scars and even some fresh wounds, now neatly stitched up thanks to Dr. Yeager, littering his almost naked form. Marco stared at the man laying on the pale green couch and tears flooded down his cheeks. "Jean?"

#attack on titan #Jean Krischtein #marco bott #jean x marco #kidnapping #abuse #eventual smut #jeans mom #marcos dad #eren yeager #mafia au #reiner #bert #mikasa #armin #erens dad

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hotchocolateandablanket · 3 years

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Let it snow - chapter 4

As they were walking through the airport, there was only silence between the two. But, for the first time in a while, Romy didn't think it was awkward. With Emily, silence didn't seem to matter, it wasn't awkward anymore, it felt good. It felt okay. Good company makes that happen, Romy said to herself, reassuring her second thoughts. Emily was good company. And Romy felt at ease, even if she still didn't know at least 10 things about her. She was glad to be with her. To not be alone, and to not feel lonely.

Romy didn’t even have time to answer when another announcement made its way through the speakers in the overcrowded airport in Vancouver.

"Passengers from the flight Air Canada 304, your attention please, a specific carousel has been facilitated for you to claim and pick up your registered luggage. We are sorry for the inconveniences, but weather is just one of those things you can't control. Thank you for your understanding."

- We really should get going, I hate it when everyone just stands in front of you while you are waiting for your bags. Emily said, annoyed.

Romy, what are you doing? She thought to herself. She found herself hesitating as they made their way out through all the other disappointed passengers. It seemed like everyone was just flying home for the holidays. And , suddenly, Romy felt as overwhelmed as before. The least thing she wanted was to be alone, because being alone most of the time only leads to feeling lonely, and that's the least thing she wanted. Emily was right there, after all, offering company and, in a way or another, she just seemed like the perfect travel buddy.

Romy didn't know why she was so reluctant to just say yes to everything Emily suggested. She was shy, of course, but this was also the first time she felt this intimidated by someone else. She was scared of what could happen. A lot can happen when you get to be so close to someone and for such a long time. Romy figured the snow storm wouldn't just disappear in a day, so of course they would be stuck in a hotel room for more than expected. Who on earth decides to be the roommate of someone they just met? Sleeping in the same room with a stranger? Showering in the same room with a stranger? She felt vulnerable. But she didn’t hate the idea either. She figured this would make a great story you tell when you are getting wasted with your friends, something like “I got to share a room with a stranger due to a snow storm, how cliché is that?” Didn’t that happen in movies and in movies only? Fanfics , too, but in real life?

- What does your bag look like? Emily asked, forcing Romy to come back into reality and leave her thoughts for a minute.

- Oh, uh… it’s black…

- You mean like literally all the bags out there?. We need something more specific, no?

- The wheels are pink?

- What now? That 's new ha ha.

- My mum painted them for me, and it's turned out perfectly useful as you'll see. Romy said, playfully. “It just stands out , ok?”

- I bet it does… Emily said, giggling.

- What does your bag look like then? Romy said, ready to make fun of hers too.

- Oh, I just have this. Emily said, pointing at her back, where she carried her one and only Herschel backpack.

- You travel light , huh?

- Something like that ha ha.

Romy figured that going for their luggage together meant agreeing to Emily’s suggestion of rooming together. And Emily just took that as a yes.

As they waited for their luggage, Romy figured it would be a good time to get to know Emily a little better. She knew that the sooner she knew a little more about her, her overthinking would ease a little. No one wants to share a room with someone you don't even know 10 things about.

- So… Listen, this may be silly to you, but I know nothing about you and we are about to share a room for god knows how many days, nights and you are still a stranger to me and …

- I thought we were past the strangers phase ha ha - Emily said, interrupting Romy

- Uh…

- Okay fine, let´s do something. Have you ever played this game called 20 questions? Emily, said, excited.

- No?

- So we ask questions to each other, but the rule is that you can’t ask the same question twice. For instance, if you ask me what my favourite colour is, I won’t be able to ask you back the same question.

- Are follow up questions allowed?

- Yes! Ready? I'll start.

- Of course you are, Romy said, resigned but with a smile on her face.

- What is your biggest fear?

- Wow, we are starting off strong… Uh.. I wouldn't know. I would say death, but I’m also very scared of heights.

- Okay, good, now you ask me! Emily said.

- Hmmmm, if you were granted three wishes, what would you wish for? Romy asked.

- That’s a good one! So first of all, I would ask for snow storms to stop existing! Hmmm, I would love to be a millionaire as well and lastly I would love to have the ability to read minds!

Romy didn't have time to say anything back when Emily was already asking the next question.

- I’ll go easy on you this time ha ha. Favourite movie?

- I have two! Grave of the Fireflies and Avril et le monde truqué ! Romy said, with a smile on her face.

- Oh la la, that french accent! I could listen to it all day ha ha. Your turn.

- Favourite food?

- Just for the record, comfort food and favourite food are different things, so, my all time favourite food are tacos and pizza, but not just any tacos, authentic mexican tacos which are rare to come across if not in Mexico but well anyway, and not just any pizza, but Chicago style pizza. Now, my comfort food is definitely a bowl of cereal with a grilled cheese sandwich. Oh and just not any cereal , it has to be Honey cheerios cereal. Yep, there you go.

She could talk. And Romy found it fascinating. Emily seemed to be one of those people who never run out of topics. One of those people who never let the conversation die.

- Tell me about your family. Romy said, thinking it was only fair to know.

Hadn't it been for Romy’s clumsy incident, she wouldn't really have asked her that, she found it a little intrusive, even if Emily started off strong, but at this point Emily did not only get to see family pictures, she also knew her brother had died, so yeah, she thought it was only fair to ask. Time to even the scales.

- That is not a question, it’s an order ha ha. Emily said, nodding her head and looking away, in giggles.

- Fine. Tell me about your family?

- Hahaha you’re smart, I’ll give you that. Well, there is not much to say really … She stopped abruptly. “Look,your bag! You are so right! It really does stand out ha ha”.

Romy found it rather easy to get ahold of her bag. The carousel had just started to put on display all the luggage, and hers happened to be the very first one. She was too tired at this point, and carrying her 22kg bag plus her handbag plus her backpack didn't make things easier.

- We should get going and head to the hotel, we don't want to now get stuck in an airport, huh? Emily said.

- Let’s!

- Do you need help with any of that? Emily asked. You know what haha, just give me that, I’ll help.

- Thanks. Romy said. So, we have a question pending, don't we?

- Do we? Questions do expire after a while, so you may want to ask another one. I lost my train of thought I am afraid.

Emily said, smiling, but with a look in her eyes that one could describe as sad.

Romy didn't want to push, so she decided to give in and just let it go. “Fine, maybe we can call it a day with this game. It's actually pretty exhausting. It's not that I carry with myself a list of questions to ask to someone”

- Oh my god, you don't? First the pink wheels and now this? Who doesn't have an already prepared list of questions? Emily said, in an ironic friendly way, mocking Romy and giving her a pat on her back with her elbow.

#let it snow #romy x emily #wlw #lesbian #bisexual #christmas story #cheesy #fanfic #romily #lgbt writing #writeblr #LGBT STORY #give it a shot

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Cherries & A Little Loving| Tom Holland

The First Date & Cherry Jars

Based off this prompt request here: Cherries

Note by Ellie: Part two maybe, I have another draft which is a continuation of this thats like another 3.4k words in. But anyways I hope you guys enjoyed and I tagged everyone who asked for a part too. Also much thanks to @oyesmendes for their support in getting me to finish this today.

His heart was beating a little quicker than usual as he moved in record speed. After practically begging for the night off, and much to Harrison’s dismay Tom wish was granted. He had been sweeping and vacuuming the whole flat for the past four hours, it was safe to say Harrison was getting light-headed with the smell of bleach and some wired scented candle Tom had purchased a bit too much off.

“Mate, she’s only gonna be over for a few hours..” Harrison reminded him as Tom sent him a glare while he pulled a couple of jars of maraschino cherries from a reusable bag. The blond’s eye widened before a loud laugh filled the small kitchen.

The brunette couldn’t help the fluttering feeling spreading through his body, he knew she was joking back the other night. Yet a certain part of him truly wanted to wow her, and he had spent his free time looking up the most romantic but super low key ways truly impressing a bird you fancied. So far he thought he was doing okay, and having Harrison laughing at his attempt truly wasn’t doing any good.

“Seriously mate..” he mumbled picking up a jar and turning it over reading the label. It was the same ones Steve always bought at the bar, the same ones that she had taken a liken too. “You must really like her huh?”

Tom shrugged his shoulders as he pulled a few more ingredients from the bag. As much as he wanted to wow her with his amazing skills, the truth was there wasn’t really a lot he could do in the kitchen. So he did the one thing he could do, he picked something he was decent at and decided that shrimp tacos were the way to go. He also, may or may not have tested a different recipe almost every day and brought it to his co-works for their thoughts and opinions.

“I just want to impress her is all, kinda wanna make up for all the shit date she’s been on.”

“She already likes ya mate.”

“It doesn’t hurt to put in a little effort Harrison.” he hummed while pulling out a cutting board placing the fresh shrimp on it. “plus I’m kinda hoping this would actually lead to something more.”

By the time she was set to arrive Tom had everything prepared, and he was freshly showered. After a few changes of outfits and messing with his hair in the mirror he had decided comfort was best, the last thing he needed was to look like he was trying too hard. When a soft knock was heard at the door, he had just finished filling a tiny little plate with the cherries. He couldn’t help but stop at the little mirror in the hallway giving himself a once over before finally opening the door.

Tom swore right then and there that God had personally sent down a choir of angels to sing when he opened the door. Her smile was blinding and she looked perfect beyond comparison. Her legs were covered in black ripped jeans as her torso was covered with a light pink sweater. Her makeup done similarly to the night of her awful date, and her hair was left in a tight bun.

“Um Hey.” He breathed out as she giggled softly leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Hey, oh wow, it smells lovely in here.”

His cheeks flushed as he closed the door behind her, he watched as she neatly placed her shoes beside him and a warm feeling rushed through him. It felt all so perfect almost as if that spot was meant for her.

“Um thinks..” he breathed out as his cheeks flushed. Truth was, everything kinda went south after he hopped out of the shower. After accidentally knocking over the filling for the tacos, he knew there wasn’t enough time to even try and remake more. Naturally, after a few curses and a quick clean up, he decided pizza was definitely the best way to go.

Way to go mate.

“I hope you don’t mind but I ordered us pizza.” He sighed softly with a soft frown. His hands were a sweaty mess as she looked at him. “I had this whole taco night thing planned out but I acciden-“

“Hey, it’s fine really,” she mumbled with a soft smile. Her right hand rested on his lower arm as she gently rubbed the spot causing a wave of fire to shoot through him. “you didn’t have to do all that Tom really.”

“I just, I want you to have fun tonight.”

“Tom, I couldn’t literally be sitting at the bar watching you make drinks and get people pints and I would still be having fun.”

“You don’t have to say that.” he flushed as she giggled softly.

“I don’t have too but I mean it.” she nodded as his cheeks flushed. There she was standing before him, literally stating that she didn’t give a flying fuck about what they did. She honestly just admitted that she enjoyed being with him, she enjoyed his company and that right there was more than enough.

“But I did get you something.”

Walking back into the room with a plate of cherries, her whole body became fuzzy and light. Her heart rate increased as he stood before her, the bright red treats making her eyes water as a soft giggle escaped her lips.

“You really know how to wow a girl.” she stated before she looked around at the small flat and an idea came to mind. “do happen to have flour? Cheese, ya know basic pizza ingredients?”

His smile widens seeing where and what she was trying to do. Her hands were gripping his own as her eyes held a twinkle in them that had him begging for air, and his whole world spinning. He hated to admit it by Harrison was right, he could’ve gone out to some fancy place ordered take out and she still wouldn’t care. After all, she had just admitted that she enjoyed being in his presence and that right there was enough to ease some of the nerves he was feeling that night.

“Yeah, I think we do.”

“Then let's get a cooking chief Tom.”

His eyes were loving as they watched her read the instructions out to her. Tom had managed to pull all of the basic ingredients needed out as they stood beside each other, her hands rested on her hips as she started to measure the ingredients while he carefully watched with a soft smile and a look in his eyes that one would describe as love.

“Have you ever done this before?”

She stopped measuring the yeast as she looked at him with a soft smile and a slow nod of her. Her breathing controlled and relaxed as she went back to measure and pouring everything in the bowl he set out for her.

“My brother and his best friend are both in the restaurant business, so pizza nights were a huge thing growing up.”

“You have an older brother?”

“Three brothers actually, I’m the only girl,” she stated as he raised an eyebrow.

“Should I be worried?”

“Not unless your plan on hurting me to a point of no return.” She teased bumping her hips with his. He rolled his eyes taken the bowl from her. “what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Ever made pizza? Do you have any siblings?” She asked watching as he mixed together the things in the bowl before letting it rest.

“I mean we’ve bought the pre-made dough before if that counts..” he chuckled looking back at the bowl and back to her. She nodded her head telling him it was fine.

“Just gotta wait till it gets all foamy and bubbly.” she stated looking past his shoulder. “should take at least five minutes or so.”

“Gotcha ya, but I’m the oldest of four.” He started as she smiled softly. This was a different side of the bartender, a more shy and reserved one. “All boys no sister.”

“Oh no, your poor mãe Tom..” she giggled softly as he tilted his head in confusion. Her eyes widen lightly understanding the look.

“Mãe means mom in Portuguese.”

“Ah, a woman of many talents I see..”

It wasn’t long before the pair were adding the olive oil, flour and salt. Tom insisting to be the one to mix it all together, not having the heart to go against him, she took the pleasure of adding more flour as needed. His hands mixing as she floured a clear surface.

“Want me to do it?” she asked as he handed her the small sticky ball of dough. He watched with fascination her skilled hands working the dough as it formed the most perfectly round shape he’d ever seen a person make. Her flour-covered hands reaching for the cup as she rolled out the dough.

“I think I need to get a roller..” he breathed out as she giggled softly giving him a wink before continuing rolling it out. “ now what?” He asked as she placed it on the baking sheet.

“Now you place it in the oven for a few minutes.” she breathed as she placed in the preheated oven. “just until it’s a little to pre-bake the crust, my brother always says 5 minutes for pre-bake.”

“He sounds like a wise man.” Tom smiled as she nodded her head chewing on her bottom lip. “Does he live around here?”

“No, he actually moved to Birmingham.”

“Ah not too far than..” he breathed as she nodded her head and took the crust out from the oven. Her eyes soften as she looked back at him with a soft smile to match her eyes.

“Now for toppings…” she asked, holding out a jar of cherries as he laughed, shaking his head.

“Definitely not, but I’m not opposed to pineapple.”

“Where have you been all my life.”

Tom was surprised at how well everything had turned out. They spent the remaining of the time cleaning up the kitchen as the rest of the pizza was baking. A small glass filled with her go-to drink at the bar, and a bottle of beer for him. His mind relaxing completely as she slowly opened up in his presence, making his heart swell at the beautiful woman before him.

“I have to say, I thought I’d fuck up.”

She giggled softly and took a sip of her drink. She found it completely and utterly adorable at his confession. The mere thought that he had put so much thought into something that was supposed to be simple, yet it was so simple but the most fun she’d ever had on a date.

“I don’t think so Tom.” she breathed out as his smile widened reaching for another slice of pizza.

It was safe to say that the date had gone absolutely better than he had expected. It was a rather low key date, but totally something that she loved. She also let him know just how much she had appreciated all his efforts and even pressed the softest of kisses on his lips before slipping through the door. Tom was on cloud nine the next morning and Harrison took that as a good sign.

That same night was like any other, the usual Saturday night crowd. His mood was a little brighter and it most definitely had something to do with the young woman who just walked in. His eyes held nothing but adoration as he quickly pulled out the white plate with the treats.

“You know Steve is gonna give you shit for all the missing cherry jars.” Harrison piped up as Tom shrugged his shoulders placing her drink and plate as she approached. It was a Saturday and she never came in on Saturdays, Tom knew that Harrison knew that. Hell, even the young college freshman knew it.

“Hey, darling.” He smiled softly as she sent him a smile and a small wave in Harrison’s direction.

“Is it weird that I miss you?” she breathed out chewing on her bottom lip as he let out a small laugh shaking his head. Truth was, the few hours they had spent together before he left for work truly wasn’t enough, he found himself craving more and more of her.

“No.,” he stated as he filled up an empty pint, their eyes meeting briefly. “Cause I missed you too.”

Her cheeks flushed as she played with one of the cherries on the plate before her. Her cheeks red as she avoided his eyes. Harrison couldn’t hide his amusement as he gave Tom a small nudge, in assurance. The two had spent a good while analyzing everything that had gone on during their date and little hang out at the coffee shop down the street before he had to get ready for work.

“Mate, she wouldn’t have asked to see you if she didn’t feel something towards ya.” he breathed outpointing the neck of the bottle in his direction.

“Still mate, I just really like her.”

“Didn’t she say she liked being with ya?” Harrison stressed as Tom nodded his head, a hand rubbing the back of his neck. “that’s a good sign, plus she doesn’t strike me as the kind of girl to play with feelings.”

“I don’t know mate, I just-it’s intense what I feel.”

“Maybe this runs deeper than a crush Tom.”

She brought the last few cherries to her lips as she studied the place. The pub had become a signature hangout spot for herself and her friends. Will’s being a bit too far of a drive and no one really wanted to drive that far for drinks. The first time they walked in was a little shorter than three months ago, and that was the first time she and Tom had met.

“I’ll be done with my shift soon.” He announced as she smiled brightly and leaned closer to him. Her butt lifting off the barstool as her hands rested on the counter.

“Wanna meet me at my place?” she smiled softly as his cheeks burned at the thought of finally having that alone time with her that he caved.

“I don’t wanna-“

“Stop with that Tommy..” she cooed as Harrison let out a chuckle at the nickname that slipped past her lips.

“Yeah Tommy, stop..”

The two couldn’t help but laugh at Tom’s expense. Harrison giving her a soft wink before grabbing a clean up and working on a drink as he left the two alone.

“I’ll make something to eat, I bet you're hungry..”

“If you don’t mind.”

She waved him off leaning closer and pressing a soft kiss to his lips, he smiled softly looking at her with so much love in his eyes it was overwhelming. Her cheeks flushed as she stood up straight, took her bag, and promised to have dinner ready and told Harrison she’d be sure to send Tom home with leftovers.

“I like her,” Harrison smirked looking at his flushed friend who nodded his head with a bright smile.

“Me too mate.”

Tom whipped his hands with the towel as he threw it with the others. His hands a little clammy as he took a hold of his coat, his head spinning at the thought of going over to hers. Sure, it wasn’t as late as he had thought but it was certainly not a time he would be planning to go to a girl’s house, Netherlands a girl that he wasn’t officially seeing. Though he did like to think they were a bit past the uncertainty of emotions.

“Tom a word.”

Shrugging his jacket on, Tom followed Steve into the back office. The door closed behind him and he suddenly felt a wave of nerves flood through his body. He tried his hardest to pinpoint anything he could��ve possibly done that was against policy rules, other than the cherries, he couldn’t find any. He did his job fairly well, and Steve had even stated time and time again that he was one of his best bartenders. The last thing Tom needed was to get fired before his job was finalized.

“I’ve noticed a few of our cherry jars have been missing.”

Tom’s cheeks redden with the smirk on his boss’ face, Harrison was right. He sighed more than ready to defend himself.

“I get you like the girl mate, just try and not give out too many cherries okay?”

“Shit I’m not fired?”

A loud laugh filled the room along with Tom’s nervous chuckle as Steve shook his head. He knew how much Tom needed this job and the last thing he was gonna do is lose a bartender over some shitty cherries no one really ate.

“Course not, just try not to give her too many.”

“I’m no- I don’t- fuck” he was a wordless mess as he tried his hardest to defend himself, of course, he came out short. “Just wanna impress her.”

“Does she like you?” Steve asked with a raised eyebrow. He had missed the sweet little encounter and knew that Tom deserved a good girl in his life.

“I think so, I’m actually heading to her in a bit.” He mumbled with a dreamy smile on his face as Steve let out another laugh.

“Bring her a jar.”

“You sure? I have some at home.”

“You have cherries at home?”

“The same brand actually..” he admitted embarrassedly. He really was pulling out all the cards in hopes of impressing this girl, even though he already had her. “It’s her favorite thing.”

If that Tom left the bar with a small brown bag carrying a few jars of cherries. Harrison couldn’t help the smug look in his direction as he waved him goodbye. His mood shifting as he pulled his phone out wondering if it was okay to text her, or should he wait until he actually leaves his place to do so. There was so much uncertainty it was doing his head in. He was an adult acting like a lovesick teenager and he wasn’t sure he wanted it to ever stop.

Picking the later, Tom stopped by an open corner store buying a display of flowers that he deemed acceptable. Once he was changed, showered and he may or may not have spent a few moments wondering if it was appropriate to spend the night at her place, after a few inner battles he decided that he didn’t want to get too ahead of himself and possibly spoil something that could be so good. So with a bouquet of flowers and a bag full of cherries Tom made his way to her flat.

To say Tom was completely and utterly shitting himself when he arrived would be an understatement, he double-checked the address twice. He didn’t know much about her but what he did know he was learning to love, but now sitting in a rather posh neighborhood in central London his breathing was a bit ragged and his hands a sweaty mess.

Her door was decorated with the most adorable welcome sign, that his mother would no doubt question where she could get one as well. He couldn’t help but smile at the pink and white flower plants leading up the steps to her front door. It was black and unfit for the small colorful display she had set up, the lights were on, unlike the others around them.

Taken a deep breath, he looked over his outfit. Jeans and a hoodie, simple but perfect for the small little hang out, but was it a hangout? What if this was another date and he had completely overlooked the whole situation. Before he could even think twice he was ringing the doorbell and his heart was beating out of his chest as she opened the door.

“You came..”

“Of course I did darling..” he breathed out giving her a smile as he reached out and handed her the flowers.

“You didn’t have to get me flowers Tommy..” she breathed out shutting the door behind him. His eyes taken in her flat, the white walls lingered with pictures and a small little menu that he could only guess was from her brother’s bar.

“No worries.” he smiled pulling her in with one arm wrapped around her waist. Her cheeks flushed as she rested her free hand on his chest. Her eyes twinking as she pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

“Ready to eat?”

“Starved.”

“Perfect, I made my mae’s famous pasta.”She smiled as they walked down the hall towards her open kitchen. Tom noticed that the house seemed to follow the same color scheme. Everything was really white and clean, it was simple and it screamed her.

“What’s in the bag?” She asked as she turned to face him with a raised eyebrow. She watched as his smile widen as he pulled out two little jars of the cherries she was munching on.

“You really gotta stop spoiling me with all these cherries Tom..” she breathed out as she got closer to the brunette with a giddy feeling spreading all over her.

“Why’s that?”

“Cause I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you go.”

“That’s the plan sugar.”

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What can you hear right now?: Just the sound of my fan directed at me.

Have you ever had a walking taco?: I looked this up just in case I happen to know about it, but no I’m not familiar at all.

Are you watching anything on Netflix?: I’m in the middle of a Korean drama called Hometown Cha Cha Cha but I never have the time to watch it; I’m currently stuck at the second episode. :( I’ve also been eyeing Squid Game but I’ll probably get to it once the hype dies down because the literal entire Philippine population is watching that series rn lol.

Do you have a MoviePass?: I’ve never heard of that.

What’s the last movie you saw in theaters?: Knives Out. I am SO tired of this answer hahahaha.

Have you ever been to Singapore or Bangkok?: I’ve been to Singapore so I would love to give Bangkok a visit. I’ve always wanted to go to Thailand anyway.

Black or gold?: Hmmmmmm. Probably black. But gold is a nice color, too.

How do you prefer your caffeine?: Sweet, for the most part. Black is fine but I can only take it iced.

Do you like coconut water?: That is the literal worst taste on earth. No.

Do you prefer hand sanitizer with aloe or not?: Whatever.

Have you ever had to comfort a friend after they were caught cheating?: Why would I be comforting the cheater...? And especially if they were caught??

What was the last thing someone got you for your birthday?: My manager sent over a cake and my director got me a bucket hat.

What was the last thing you got someone for their birthday?: I got my manager a box of cheese tarts for her birthday last Monday. I initially wasn’t even thinking of getting anything but then I remembered how sweet she was during mine, so I immediately placed an order for her.

Where’s the last place you received a postcard from?: The only postcards I collect are BTS postcards HAHAHA

Do you have a Nintendo Switch?: Yeah, I believe Nina is playing it at the moment.

Have you played Breath of the Wild?: Ah no, we don’t have that game.

At what venue was the last concert you attended?: MOA Arena.

Who was playing at the last concert you attended?: Paramore.

Describe what the bag you use looks like.: It’s a white shoulder bag that has a million pouches and pockets lmao, and it was originally my mom’s. I mean I guess it’s technically still hers; she’s just never asked for it back. I cannot for the life of me remember the brand and I’m too lazy to check.

What’s your favorite Bath and Body Works candle scent?: I’ve never bought any. I remember wanting to start buying them at the start of the year, but then I got into K-Pop and K-Pop merch and...I never ended up buying any candles...

Do you have any tattoos?: Nopes.

Do you have any anniversaries coming up?: My work anniversary is coming up next month.

Have you ever been to Chicago? If so, what was your favorite part?: I haven’t. It’s one of the cities in the US that I’d most like to see, though. < Me too. I want to head for their local restaurants, then cross out all their museums.

Who is the last person that texted you?: My inbox is just filled with either scams or SMS marketing texts these days.

Who is the last person you spoke to on the phone?: A sales contact from a media publication we’re currently working with.

Do you live in a college town?: Nopes.

Have you ever enjoyed just walking around a campus?: I mean I hate walking lmao so technically no, but my school was beautiful and I loved everything about its vibe. It always did feel peaceful driving through the campus.

Do you like craft beer? What’s your favorite?: I don’t really like beer to begin with, but I have tried craft beer and I suppose it tastes okay. Beer just happens to be not my type.

Would you try grapes on a pizza?: No.

Have you ever tried an oyster? How would you describe the experience?: Yesssssssssss. SO GOOD. I’ve been craving for years but they’re just so pricey.

Do you like wine? What’s your favorite?: It’s fine. I’m not necessarily crazy about the taste but I’d always finish up a glass.

Has anyone ever specifically painted you a painting?: No, but I’ve had someone give me their painting. They didn’t mean to make it for me specifically at first.

What are people from your state called?: Not giving that away.

How do you like your steak?: Rare rare rare rare.

Do you have any corduroy skinny jeans?: No. Those look so uncomfortable.

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A Real Date

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Request: So, how about a fluffy Sam x reader, where they’ve just started a relationship and finally have some down time between hunts to go on a first real date

Word Count: 13

Pairing: Sam X Reader

Characters: Reader, Sam, and Dean

About: Reader and Sam go on a first real date

Warnings: Language (Few swear words here and there), Fluff (Pretty fluffy, who doesn’t like a fluffy Sam?)

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I wake up and roll out of bed. My body still sore from the hunt the boys and I finished a few days ago. It's not everyday I'm thrown by a werewolf into a cement wall but. I've had worse. I once had a vampire feed on me for days, but that's a different story.

I limp over to the dresser and grab clothes for the day, when I notice the time on the nightstand through the mirror. It's almost noon. I hang my head and pull a simple jeans and a t-shirt out and throw them on. Not before I put on the herb cream I made to help with the sore muscles.

As I walk into the kitchen, I'm throwing my hair up into a hair band when I hear, "Thank God, she lives!" I stare Dean down, who has a mouth full of food.

"Fuck off, Dean," I mumble as I make coffee. "My body is simply doing what its supposed to do. Unlike yours." I turn to see Dean glaring at me.

He gets up, clears his plate. "I see someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," he says and walks out of the kitchen. "Sam! You girlfriend is being rude and mean." He adds.

"I'm going to kick his ass," I mumble to myself pouring myself coffee. I turn around to see Sam standing in the entryway. Staring at me with his perfect hazel eyes.

"How are you feeling?" He walks up to me and brushes a strand of hair that had managed to escape out of my face. His hands lingers under my chin and uses his thumb to rub my cheek. "You sleep okay?"

"I did actually," I sip my coffee and let the warm liquid do it's thing. "I'm still sore and still limping some. Not bad though, so don't worry about that."

Sam leans his head on mine. "I'm always going to worry about you. Hunting or not."

I smile and close my eyes. "You're so sweet and nice to me."

"Bleh," Deans voice is back in the kitchen.

"I'll make it up to you later tonight," Sam kisses the top of my head and pulls away. "Dean and I are going on a quick supply run. Just be ready to go after we get back."

Taking a deep breath I say, "Okay." Sam smiles and reaches out and brushes his hand across my cheek. "It's a date."

"A real one at that," Sam calls after me as he walk out of the bunker with Dean.

Now, I am left with either going to take a bath or going and setting up a prank in Deans room. Sighing, I opt for the bath, who knows what Sam has planned for me this evening. It's our first real date since becoming a thing about a month ago. With case upon case and literally stumbling onto a case, Sam and I haven't really had any time to go out and have fun.

***

When the boys finally come back, I am cleaned up and ready for whatever my tall hunter has planned for me. I watch as the boys put the stuff away. Dean waltz's off to his room only to turn around and eye me.

"Did you do something to my room while we were gone?"

I slip out of the kitchen chair and pocket my phone. "No, Dean. I was going to though."

Sam slips his arm through mine. I look up and see this huge smile on his face. "Shall we go?" He asks. I nod and Sam starts to lead me out of the bunker. "Don't wait up for us," Sam calls back after Dean.

"Dean is letting you drive this?" I raise an eyebrow when Sam leads us to the impala.

"Yep, took some convincing," Sam opens my side of the door and watches me as I slip into the front. Sam closes the door and with a few strides he in slipping into the driver seat and turning the car on.

"What do you say, we go to the buffet you like? Or that pizza parlor?" Sam looks at me and in the setting sun is at the perfect angle to see the color change in his eyes. My heart skips a beat and I almost instantly melt in my seat.

"You have said yourself that those two places should be shut down for who knows how many health code reasons," I shake my head and regain my composure.

"I mean, if you don't want to go to either places, I'm all for that because it's true, they should be shut down," Sam runs his hand through his long hair as he puts the impala into drive. "I just thought that maybe, I could shove it and take you there."

I smile and look at the road ahead of us. " You, Sam Winchester, are the sweetest man ever. But," I look over at him and he gives a quick sideways glance at me. "There is one place I want to try."

"Anywhere you want to go, my dear," Sam takes his free hand and rests it on my leg.

"Well," I take a deep breath. "It's a backyard-alley like taco spot. They make everything right in front of you, tortilla included. Everything is fresh. I've been thinking non-stop about it since Dean first mentioned it a few weeks ago."

Sam looks at me and back at the road. "Back alley taco shop. Do I need a gun?"

I laugh, "Maybe for the best. Let me text Dean to see if he has the directions."

***

When we pull up to the house, the sun was just about gone. Sam puts the car into park and opens the door and walks around to let me out. As I step out of the impala, Sam's hand lands on my waist. Pulling me up against his chest. He brushes my hair out my eyes and places a gentle kiss to my cheek before letting me go.

"Why the face?" Sam asks when he sees my scrunched up face.

"You missed," I take the collar of his shirt and press my lips to his. I instantly begin to feel my legs to shake.

"Indeed, I did," Sam mumbles. He wraps an arm around to keep me steady. Pulling back and keeping an arm around me, Sam says "How about we get you some tacos." He boops my nose with his index finger and links his arm in mine and leads us to the smell of tacos coming from the backyard of the house in front of us.

***

Back at the bunker, and full of tacos. Sam walks me to my room. "Tonight was fun," I say lacing my fingers into his. "We should do this more often when we have more down time."

Sam smiles. "We should."

Sam places a free hand on my waist and pulls me towards him. I place my hands on his chest and meet him halfway. Our lips move together like a dance. Sam slowly pushes me onto the wall where I wrap my arounds his neck and sigh into his lips.

"Ugh! Guys, not in the hallway, get a room," Deans voice ruins the moment.

Sam pulls away and give me an apologetic smile. I can see that even Sam wants to kick his brothers ass. Sam quickly kisses me and runs his thumb over my cheek and tells me goodnight before leaving me in the hall by myself.

I go into my room and get ready for bed. Once my head hits the pillow, I pass out.

I am slowly awakened by the bed sinking under me. I roll over to see Sam slipping into the small space beside me.

"I'm sorry," He whispers. "I didn't mean to wake you." He gathers me into his arms and tightly wraps his arm around me. His head resting on my head. "I just wanted to come lay with you."

I sleepily nuzzle my face into his chest and smile. "This is just what I need." I listen to the sound of his breath and soon I'm falling back asleep. But not without noticing Sam placing a gentle kiss to the top of head.

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #337

“if i showed you my soul, would you cover your eyes?”

What's your favorite brand of chips? I like Lays best. Are you a good painter? My Painting teacher when I was in college last said I did wonderfully, but I definitely beg to differ. Before buying a car, do you usually test drive it? N/A Have you ever written a poem and then read it aloud? No, but a teacher has. It was so fucking awkward; it was very pacifist, the topic being about war, and it had some depressing tones of death; there was just silence at the end of it, and I still don't know if it was shock or "what the fuck, she's messed up." There was this one guy that went, "Nobody is going to clap at that?", though, which I thought was pretty nice and reassuring. Do you like pineapple? Yeah, I do. Have you ever met your favorite author? I don't have a favorite author. Have you and your best friend ever liked the same person? No. Do you have any freckles? Not on my face (though oddly enough, I did as a kid?), but on random parts of my body. How many different languages can you say goodbye in? English, German, and then Spanish. Do you like or hate the smell of fish? I hate it. Have you ever been to Sea World? As a child, yes. I'd never go as an adult. Do you know someone who suffers from short-term memory loss? I don't know how this is actually diagnosed, but my memory is absolutely fucking nightmarish, almost exclusively in short-term situations. I can remember the most obscure events from my childhood, but not what I said to you five seconds prior. I'm rather sure my medications have made it worse over time. Have you ever read any of John Green's books? I got like, one chapter or less into The Fault in Our Stars before the book got replaced with the Wings of Fire series, so I never finished it. Are you a protective person? I'm an immensely protective person over those that matter to me. Have you ever experienced an earthquake? No, thankfully. I'm terrified of earthquakes. What's one thing that makes everything in life worthwhile? The fact that to our proven knowledge, this is the only one we'll ever experience. What type of waffles do you like? (Plain, blueberry etc..) I prefer plain, but I can eat chocolate chip ones as well as blueberry and strawberry. Have you ever seen the show Wife Swap? Yeah, I actually quite like it. Do you like chicken or beef better? Or do you not eat meat? Chicken, I think. I eat meat, but wish I didn't. What brand of dish soap do you use? Dawn, usually. Do any of your neighbors have dogs? Yes, and they never shut up. Do you believe in fortune tellers? They're money-driver bullshitters. Have you ever been to one? No, and judging by the fervor in the above question, I hope you can tell I never would do so and thus monetarily support them. Do you like regular or chocolate milk better? Chocolate, of course. But I love normal milk, too. Once again, wish I didn't, though. Forcing a cow to constantly reproduce to lactate is pretty fucking cruel. Growing up, did you listen to country music? I actually did. Do you normally wash your hands in warm or cold water? If it's just a quick wash, it's usually cold because our water takes quite a few moments to warm up. However, if I'm looking to thoroughly wash my hands, it's gotta be relatively hot. Do you believe in mediums? I see them in a worse light than I do fortune tellers, so... Like sure, manipulate grieving people for profit, sounds great. Have you ever been to one? Obviously not. Have you ever dated someone on the football team? No. Do you have a gazebo at your house? No. Do you like tomatoes? Solely when straight from a garden and on a bacon and mayonnaise sandwich. Otherwise I am noooot a fan. Are you a competitive person? Not very, but there's a tiny spark in me, really when it just comes to photography. I hate it. Google or Bing? Does literally anyone use Bing? What's your favorite brand of bottled water? Essentia. Do you have any ceramic animals in your house or outside? Ummm I don't think so. Have you ever given someone flowers? Yes. What is something you might eat with a hamburger? Fries or mac and cheese. What is a sport that you’ve always wanted to play, but never got a chance to. None. What is a fruit that you might eat in the morning? A banana. Who might you send a selfie to? I don't send selfies to anyone. About how many pages is the longest book you’ve ever read? I THINK it surpassed 1,000? At least in the high hundreds. Who would you call first after getting engaged to tell them the news? Probably Mom. Around what time do you start feeling tired enough to go to sleep? Truth be told, it's usually arouund 7-8. I rarely make it to 9:00 nowadays. What trends do you refuse to give in to? I don't even know what's trendy right now. What subjects in history interest you most? As dark as it is, I find the Holocaust interesting to learn about. Are you superstitious in any way? No. How do you get rid of anxiety? What a relevant question, being in a partial hospitalization program right now. Coping skills that help me are doing deep breathing, mindfulness exercises, and a little jerk back to reality is splashing freezing cold water on my face. It also helps to talk it out with somebody, just get my feelings into words. Then if it's a true anxiety or panic attack, I have my "emergency" anxiety prescription. Are there any items of jewelry you never/rarely take off? My lip and tragus piercings never do, and I always wear two rings. Do you find yourself correcting people’s grammar often? Not really, no. It just seems rude and snobby to me, honestly, if it's not in an educational setting, like helping someone with an essay. Correcting someone in your average conversation is just... unnecessary, imo. Now if you're talking like in surveys and stuff, I definitely do in questions and such, but I don't point it out. Gummi worms: Yay or nay? Yay, love 'em. What do you do when you have ‘me time’? I only ever have "me" time, so what I always do... Do you lack common sense sometimes? I have a horrible lack of common sense, shit's embarrassing. Have you ever poured glue on your hand just to peel it off for fun? No. How do babies make you feel? "Nervous. They’re so damn breakable." <<<< Mood. Would you/Have you milked a cow? No, and I'm not interested. What really gives you the creeps? #!: seeing a baby move inside its mother's stomach. It will actually make me scream and/or cry because it just grosses me the fuck out. Whale sharks' mouths also creep me out big time. Do you ever eat leftover pizza cold? Yeah, I love cold pizza. When you're wanting a midnight snack, what do you normally get? We normally have cashew bars that I like if I'm really hungry. Which cartoon character would you want to keep as a pet? Obviously Pikachu. My niece loves Pikachu anyway, so she'd be ecstatic to see a real one. Or well, maybe I'd go for an Eevee. Not as dangerous with electricity and all but just as cute and small. Do you like marshmallows? Yeah. If you had the opportunity to live forever, would you take it? No. It would ruin so many factors of the temporary nature of life. Things would lose meaning, get old and boring, it'd be much easier to take advantage of things... There are many reasons why I have no desire to live forever. Hell, I even wonder if I want an afterlife for those same reasons. Did you ever really believe in Santa Claus? As a little kid, yeah. Do you like quesadillas? I like cheese, chicken, and shrimp ones. What's the greatest/most influential song you've ever heard? Ozzy's "Life Won't Wait." Do you prefer to pull off band-aids slowly or quickly? I tend to do it slowly. What was the last thing someone told you that had you at a loss for words? Uhhh I feel like Sara said something, but I don't remember what. What was the last health scare you had? Ugh... I'm kind of living in one now. As my legs have been worsening, I'm becoming increasingly concerned I'm eventually going to need a wheelchair for "walking" longer distances. And mind you, "long" for me is probably short for the average person. My knees do nothing but crack incessantly and burn when I use them, and they frequently feel like they're going to give way, and in a few rare instances, have. It's my own fucking fault for not sucking it up and exercising with my mom in the room, so I'd like to move on. What is your favorite filling for a piece of chocolate? Caramel. Do you enjoy the sound of birds chirping? I do. If applicable, what’s your favorite drug, and why? I don't do drugs, so. What was the last TV show you binge-watched? Avatar: The Last Airbender with Sara. Would you rather eat burgers or tacos? Definitely burgers. I don't like tacos. Did your mother change her maiden name when/if she got marred? Yes. What was the last job you applied for? Did you get the job? Deli worker, and yes. Do you use TikTok? No. What decorations do you have in your bathroom? None. Our bathroom is pretty small. Well, the one we use, anyway. The one attached to the master's bedroom isn't cleaned up yet, but we'll use it in case of emergency. What year was your favourite band formed? (Before people think I'm smart, no, I looked the dates up, haha.) Well Ozzy was Black Sabbath's vocalist, and the band formed in 1968, but Ozzy became a solo artist in 1979. What's your favourite fruit? Strawberries. Have you ever had an out-of-body experience? No. Do you prefer gory horror films or the psychological ones? I prefer psychological. Are you easily paranoid? Yeah. Do you have a favorite obsession? Meerkats and Mark are kinda tied, haha. Are you a workaholic? No. Have you ever given a tattoo before and would you like to? No and no; that would be an awful idea, given I have bad tremors in my hands. Have you ever seen the movie Labyrinth? I actually have not. Would you rather be called pretty or hot? Pretty. Have you ever gotten a serious injury at school? What happened? No. Have you ever performed in front of my large group of people? Yes; I was a dancer for many years. Have you ever fundraised? If so, what for? You know how Facebook recommends making fundraisers for a charity of your choice for your birthday? I've done that for the Trevor Project and two charities for ovarian and pancreatic cancers. Are you wearing earrings right now? Ugh, no, even though I want to be. The first holes in my ears are just too stretched for normal earrings because I wore heavy ones too often, and I just don't have nice earrings. I still want to get very small gauges to put in the stretched holes. Name a singer whose voice makes you swoon? Fall Out Boy's Patrick Stump can do that, holy shit. "America's Suitehearts" does it for me, man. Y'know, when his voice goes all deep. Do your pets follow you when you walk around the house? My cat Roman is quite literally my shadow. Where I go, he goes. What do you do online? I seem to only exist online, really, so I've got a lot on my plate to choose from, yet I'm still bored half the time, haha. I'm essentially always watching or listening to YouTube, I play World of Warcraft for varying amounts of time depending on the day, I scroll through deviantART, check KM periodically, do surveys obviously, "work" at the wikis I contribute to, wander around on Facebook... idk, that's all I really do at least semi-regularly online. Haha oh, wait, I also check Craigslist like... every day for tarantula and hognoses even though I can't currently get either. Let me dream. Do you have any scars on your face? I have a couple on my chin from when I fainted and busted it open. What countries were your grandparents born in? In the US. What was the most damaging relationship (romantic or not) that you’ve ever been a part of? Ultimately, with Jason, because of how it ended. The relationship itself wasn't at all damaging to me, but the breakup shook my entire fucking world. When in your life was your self-esteem at its lowest point? Self-esteem? Now. I'm very unhappy with my weight going back up, my body is just in poor health in general, I'm not employed, not in school... I just feel like a lowlife. Who was the last person you cut out of your life? Do you regret it? I want to say my sister's mother-in-law. Sure don't, considering she revealed her disgusting support for conversion therapy. I'm civil around her in person, but I kicked that woman off my Facebook so fucking quick when I saw that shit. Who is the most attractive person you know personally? That I know personally... I would say Alon, but I haven't seen even a picture of her in forever. Summer, though, shares selfies frequently, and by god is she gorgeous. I know a lot a lot of beautiful women, asldkjf;awe. It's funny that I'm blanking on men, at least involving people I still "know"/are somehow present in my life. Would you rather look older or younger than you are? I'm fine looking my age. Have you ever dated someone who was very vastly different from your “type”? No. What is the biggest project you’re currently working on? I suppose you can count an RP plot as a "project." I'm procrastinating so bad on it because it is going to be A LOT of writing. Is there a person from your past that you wonder about frequently? Who? Take a shot in the dark for me. Who knows you best, excluding romantic partners? My mother. What are your thoughts on human creation? I believe we evolved. How many people have you had sex with? One. Have you ever had a yard sale? Yeah. Have you ever been surfing? No.

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100 First Meetings (Dialogue Prompts)

1) "Were you the one in the bathroom a second ago trying different lines in the mirror to work up the courage to ask that barista out?" 2) "Wow, you're cute." 3) "You come here often?" "This is a morgue." 4) "You! What the hell are you doing in here? We're closed!" 5) "Ahhhh! I hate my fucking life!!!" "Mood." 6) "You have magic?!" 7) "You don't look like you'll last a day here." 8) "You should leave before your date gets back from the bathroom, I saw them in here the other day popping the question to two different people." 9) "They never told me they had a younger brother/sister." 10) "Who's the twink?" 11) "I gotta ask, are you mad about something or is your face just /like that?/" 12) "You're my new roommate?" 13) "You're not married are you?" 14) "Hey, you're not dead are you? Cause I'm on probation and I can't afford to be involved in a fucking murder or something." 15) "So you're the one causing all this trouble." 16) "I need you to pretend we're dating so this dude will leave me alone." 17) "Honey, there you are I've been looking all over for you! Pretend you're with me so this person will go away." 18) "So you're the loud moaner from upstairs, huh, never knew you'd be so cute." 19) "You're not the pizza guy." 20) "You know, when I said I wish the love of my life would just fall out of the sky this isn't exactly what I had in mind." 21) "Any particular reason you're putting peanut butter in my kid's hair?" 22) "You made me dinner?" 23) "You've got the wrong room, but feel free to stay naked." 24) "You must be the motherfucker who broke my windshield!" 25) "Hi, you are very naked." 26) "You their new toy?" 27) "How'd you like to make fifty bucks?" 28) "I know I'm going to regret asking but who are you?" 29) "You got any friends?" "No." "Well you do now, come sit with us!" 30) "Cute face, I'd love to sit on it sometime." 31) "Where'd you find this dork?" 32) "Uh, there any particular reason you're screaming at two thirty-six in the morning? 33) "Out of curiosity, do you think you could lift a dead body?" 34) "If you don't let go of this bag of chips I swear to god I'll bring you to your knees in the middle of this fucking WinnDixie." 35) "WHO THE FUCK ATE THE LAST OF THE FUCKIN DORITOS, I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL-oh! I'm sorry, I didn't know we had a guest. If I'd known we had a guest I would've cleaned." 36) "Are you the vegan cannibal? Because I have so many questions." 37) "Ooh, hello Mommy/Daddy. Fuck, did I just say that out loud?" 38) "Am I dead? Are you an angel? Am I in heaven?" "Actually you're in a taco bell, you tried to do a kick flip on your skateboard in the parking lot and hit your head on the side of the dumpster." 39) "You brought a fucking guest to our SECRET BASE?! I'll deal with you later. Hi, hello, it's very nice to meet you please make yourself at home!" 40) "So, you gay or what?" 41) "No, sorry, we don't want any girl scout cookies." 42) "Holy shit, you just saved my fucking life!" 43) "Hey, honey, it's just me. You were in a really bad accident so don't try moving around too much, okay? How are you feeling?" "You called me honey. Do I know you?" 44) "Jesus, your face is about as red as your hair." 45) "Run along little ballerina, you wouldn't want to be caught hanging around the bad kids, would you?" 46) "No, I'm not the stripper, but I can be if you'd like." 47) "You ready to cut open some bodies?" 48) "Get in if you want to live." 49) "What are you looking at, short stack? Mind your own business." 50) "Your headphones aren't plugged in properly so I can hear everything you're listening to. I was going to tell you earlier but then you started watching the weirdest porn I've ever seen and I didn't want to embarrass you, but I'm about to leave so I figured I'd tell you before someone else sits around you." 51) "I don't know what they've told you but we don't need another member, go home." 52) "Hey, stop right there, you can't steal that! That's illegal!" 53) "Who's the nerd?" 54) "You look like the kind of person who wears days of the week underwear." 55) "So, how many pitchers of margaritas are you allowed to sell me?" 56) "My head fucking kills, I shouldn't have drank last night. Hey, wait, why do you and I have matching rings on our fingers?!" 57) "Congratulations, idiot! You just ruined a six month plan and now we have to start all over!" 58) "That is the ugliest shirt I've ever seen, where can I get one just like it?" 59) "I know you make straight A's, but I'm still not sure if you're really smart or dumb but really lucky. Because I've seen someone ask you what the square root of pi is and you answer with 'I don't know, I guess it depends on the flavor.'" 60) "Who the fuck let you in?" 61) "Hey, I'll give you twenty bucks if you take a photo with me to make my ex jealous." 62) "So, you eat ass or what?" 63) "You a cop?" "No." "Too bad, you would have looked good in a uniform." 64) "With a face like that I'll be whoever you want me to be." 65) "Hey, you have eyes, do you think this outfit makes me look fat? You can be honest, I can handle it." 66) "I'm just looking for a nice person to settle down with who'll fuck me hard and tell me they love me when they cum on my face, like, I feel like that's not too fucking much to ask for, you know? Anyway, I'll have a diet coke and the chicken salad, please." 67) "I swear to god, this is not what it looks like." 68) "First of all, don't you fucking come in here and try and start a fight with my best friend while you're looking straight goofy as hell in those fucking Walmart shorts and those thrift store crocs." 69) "HEY! YOU ACROSS THE STREET! YOUR DOG IS SO FUCKING CUTE AND I WOULD FUCKING DIE FOR THEM!" 70) "Anyone who says they don't like musicals is either lying to themselves, has never watched one, or is a heartless android sent by the government to blend into society and collect information about us." 71) "Asking someone out is easy, watch this. Hi, I think you're cute and if you're not seeing anyone do you want to go out sometime?" 72) "Hey, I saw you crying earlier when you stepped on a bug. Do you need me to, like, call someone for you?" 73) "I can't tell if you're really high and just hungry or if you're buying 28 family bags of shredded cheese at three am because you just love cheese. Either way you should probably also buy some laxatives or lactaid while you're already here." 74) "When I told you to make a power point about something you're passionate about for our first class meeting I didn't mean make a power point on 'How to Give Great Head' and I absolutely didn't tell you to include pictures." 75) "Are you wearing that tacky ass outfit because you genuinely like it or because you're a Leo and crave the attention?" 76) "Did you really just buy the last chocolate chocolate chip muffin? You are now dead to me." 77) "The fuck are you looking at loser?" 78) "Dude, books are just like subtitles without the movie." 79) "Hey, in your tinder bio is says your friends call you Badger Slammin' Sam and I literally only swiped right just to find out why." 80) "Are you hitting on me? Am I being punked? Are you a hooker? Did my dumbass friend put you up to this?" 81) "Hey, I need you to settle something for me and my friend. Which is the right way to pronounce carrot?" 82) "Do you believe in love at first sight, what about disgust at first glance?" 83) "Look, I'm not saying that MCR's last album changed my life, but I'm absolutely saying that." 84) "Can you move out of my way, I have to clean puke off the floor before I'm allowed to use my lunch break to cry in my car." 85) "Hi, I believe this very drunk person is your roommate, they told me this is the address. I caught them in my backyard playing with my dog again." 86) "I know you're probably not allowed to do this, but I kind of need to borrow an iguana." 87) "Hey, I saw you drop your sandwich in the parking lot earlier and start crying and I felt bad for not saying anything earlier, but I went to the sandwich shop and luckily the dude remembered your oddly specific order so I got you another one. I hope you get to feeling better." 88) "No, we don't sell 'that crazy kush' here, you can try Target." 89) "I was just calling because you sent me a picture text three weeks ago by accident with the caption 'When they let you deliver the digiorno after you clap them cheeks.' and I was just wondering if you could explain what that means because it's been keeping me up at night ever since you sent it." 90) "Hey, I just overheard you talking with your friends about how you put mustard, ketchup, and ranch on your macaroni and cheese and I just wanted to come over here and personally ask you which circle of hell you crawled up from." 91) "What the fuck is a diet water?" 92) "You guys here for the orgy?" 93) "Was that your scream? Why did it sound like a banshee?" 94) "I saw you pour two five hour energy shots into a cup of coffee earlier and then proceed to mix it with monster and red bull and like, dude I know this isn't really my place or whatever but I think you should probably go to the hospital. Like, I think you're gonna die." 95) "Your profile said you're a vegan but my profile says 'Only contact if you eat ass' and you contacted me, so what's the truth here?" 96) "Call me adorable one more time and I'll knock your teeth down your fucking throat." 97) "Move, I have to go fail my Stats test before I can go home and cry into a bag of hot cheetos while I rewatch The Office." 98) "I'm sorry, did you just order a fifty piece mcnugget for here, for yourself?" 99) "So, how do you feel about lizards?" 100) "Question, are you a top or a bottom, because you're giving off major power bottom energy but I'm not one hundred percent sure."

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incorrectly-quoted-queers · 4 years

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Tagged by @corylion :) Will happily tag @thenorsiest @sporkandpringles @theamazingdearheart and @funky-little-vulcan but literally anyone do it please these are just some peeps off the top of my head <3

This is a fun goofy long post soooo.... enjoy!

1. What is the color of your hairbrush?

I have... three.. but my main one is zebra print

Oh, high school days and my obsession with it

2. A food you never eat?

Animal flesh

...

Though that implies i eat human flesh, i more meant I’m a vegetarian who eats dairy and eggs, just not meat haha

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold?

Literally depends on the season. Winter? Always too cold. Summer? Always too hot. I have a very fickle internal temperature.

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

Eating eggs and watching a Darkkmane video with my dog and SO

5. What is your favorite candy bar?

OOOOOOHHHH toss-up between Kit-Kat’s and Reese’s Cups

I’m a chocolate deviant

6. Have you ever been to a professional sporting event?

Yes. And I spent all of it in my dad’s business box watching Flash Gordon

7. What was the last thing you said out loud?

“Next time we go to the store, if I get a white onion, you better know I hold grudges and you’ll be eating that taco” (-_- don’t ask)

8. What is your favorite ice cream?

Moose Tracks (but I adore ice cream so all of it’s amazing)

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?

Good old H20

10. Do you like your wallet?

It’s this phone case wallet that’s teal and covered in bicycles. I love it and have had it for like 8 years so I’d say it’s pretty badass

11. What was the last thing you ate?

I just put a peanut into my mouth before typing this sooo.... that

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

I don’t really buy clothes all that often. Most all of my clothes are from high school/college or a oh so daring shopping spree I went on last summer just to update some of my worst wardrobe peices (and buy overalls. Overalls are the best)

13. The last sporting event you watched?

A League of Legends Clash tournament....?

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

Either plain butter or Red Velvet

15. Who was the last person you sent a text message to?

To the SO. I was being tired and annoyed so when I was trying to sleep and he walked out of the room and left the light on I just texted him “Light??” and then he kindly turned it off.

16. Ever go camping?

YES! I never did as a kid but my SO and I love the great outdoors. Our best vacation together was going cross country and camping at a bunch of different landmarks. Now we live in a house in the forest and it’s like we live in a cabin and I love it <3

17. Do you take vitamins?

Yep! Multivitamin every morning.

18. Do you go to church every Sunday?

The only church services I’ve been to are funerals and that one time when I was struggling emotionally and tried to join my friend’s church.

But then they joked about homosexuality being the work of the devil soooo I dipped

19. Do you have a tan?

Absolutely not. I’m actually sun sensitive and have to wear hats in the summer to keep my head safe. I am a pale bitch for life

20. Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?

HMMMMM hard call. Probably Chinese Food. Family pizza night every week is really awesome and i love it, but Chinese Food is delicious. (And fried sweet and sour tofu can take all my money)

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw?

Noooooo! I don’t even drink soda. But I do have a metal, reusable straw for my giant water container :)

22. What color socks do you usually wear?

Blue? All my socks are patterned, multi-colored ones so it’s never the same. Today I’m wearing ones with penguins on them, and the penguins have scuba gear on.

23. Ever drive above the speed limit?

My first time ever driving I went way over the speed limit.

24. What terrifies you?

Driving.

Also the state of our world and how hard it is to be a creative in it, especially when that’s what I want to do with my life, but hey. I’m not dead i guess

25. Look to your left what do you see?

My other monitor, my computer glasses, my phone, a face mask, head phones, writing gloves, water, and 2 dark chocolate pretzels.

26. What chore do you hate?

Dog yard clean-up (obvious reasons)

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?

Ummm... they’re from Australia I guess?

28. What is your favorite soda?

I cannot drink soda for my health, but when I take the time to de-carbonate it, root bear, easy

29. Do you go into a fast food place or just hit the drive through?

Neither really. I cook almost everything. But I guess the very rare times I do, we always go in

30. Who was the last person you talked to?

My dog (SO before that)

31. Favorite cut of beef?

None. Veggie gal :)

32. Last song you listened to?

The Weight of Us- Sanders Boehlke

33. Last book you read?

The Testaments- Margaret Atwood

34. Favorite day of the week?

Wednesdays are normally pretty nice, but Saturday is also great

35. Can you say the alphabet backwards?

Yeah but I don’t wanna

36. How do you like your coffee?

Hmmm when it’s tea or hot chocolate instead

37. Favorite pair of shoes?

My blue converse

38. At what time do you usually go to bed?

11-ish

39. At what time do you normally get up?

7:30

40. What do you prefer - sunrises or sunsets?

Sunset. Nights are my favorite

41. How many blankets are on your bed?

Oh my... my SO and I do not share blankets, and our dog has his own. Right now it’s summer so only 4, but in winter we have upwards of 7-8.

42. Describe your kitchen plates?

We have these navy blue, tan, and gray plates that I absolutely love. They remind me of midnight waves crashing onto a beach. Obviously they are just straight lines across the plate, not actual waves, but they are awesome I love them

43. Do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage?

Nooooo not on my health plan

44. Do you play cards?

Yes! We have several decks, but my favorite are the zombie cards

45. What color is your car?

No car. No color. But SO’s car is red

46. Can you change a tire?

Nope

47. What is your favorite province?

UHHHH I assume this isn’t US because we don’t have provinces, but I’ll translate it to states. Just objectively, Michigan because I live here. But i also really adore Washington.

48. Favorite job you ever had?

Probably writing tutor or Communcations aide. I liked doing a wide breadth of writing stuff in my job, and I also enjoyed helping people.

49. How did you get your biggest scar?

Embarrassing. I was on blood thinners because I had a clotting disorder, so I scraped my arm against a door and even though it wasn’t that deep, it bled for hours. I have an inch scar there now.

50. What did you do today that made someone happy?

Made my SO watch a funny video in bed, offered eggs to an internet friend, and gave my sweet doggo a peanut :)

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