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softcallofdutyimagines · 3 years

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The crew with their soulmate headcannons

Ok, to make it up to y'all for the angst yesterday, here's a response to the death by broken heart post 😌

This one goes out to @smokeywhalee since I've had her crying for the past like three posts 💀💀😂 I also snuck in a little something to the Weaver one for @direwolfspostsrandomshit and I specifically 😌💅🏻

No warnings, just a very long post and lots of fluff lol

Adler

You two met when he was still young, before he even joined the CIA

Back when he was a goofy, carefree kid who didn't know better

You've been with him through so much by now, that he knows he can always count on you when something's bothering him

There's no one he trusts more in the whole world

Adler knew you were the one around the time he got his scars

He thought for sure you'd leave him, thinking he looked like some kind of monster with half his face bandaged and bloodied like it is

But when he came home from the hospital, you were so overjoyed to see him again, it's like the bandages weren't even there

You kissed his face and helped him clean and dress the stitches and cuts everyday until they healed

With you there to give him all that affection, he's never let his scars make him feel any less then handsome

Of course, it doesn't hurt that you remind him often

Even now, he never tires of you kissing his scars

Hudson

You and Hudson met in college, back when he was a shy, nerdy outcast

It's not like you were exactly popular, but you at least had some social circles to run in

He never thought someone like you would even look twice at someone like him, but...

He's been wrong before

One day you decided to give him a chance, maybe just see what his story is, and you've never looked back since

Hudson's life path calls for the utmost secrecy for nearly everything, and you've lost contact with a handful of people because of it

But you've never complained

If anything, you consider it their loss for losing you

That's how Hudson knew you were the one

You have an undefeatable, never give up attitude and can find the silver lining in just about everything you put your mind to

And of course... You indulge him in his love of head rubs

It's you and his best kept secret of all

Lazar

You've known each other since you were just kids

For him, it was puppy love at first sight, and he was crushing hard before he knew it

But... He was always insecure about his weight, being a bit chunky as a kid and all

He was afraid of rejection because of it

A shame really, since you would've loved him no matter what

But as fate would have it, you stayed friends all the way up until highschool where sports had him shedding weight like crazy

All the fluctuation has left him with stretch marks, some loose skin, and a belly pouch, but luckily growing up gave him enough confidence to make up for it

He asked you to the senior dance your last year of highschool, and later that night you shared your first kiss behind the bleachers outside

You were his first kiss ever

Lazar always knew you were the one

You've been his closest friend and biggest supporter since you were kids on a playground

He just wanted to make himself feel worthy of you first

No one else makes him feel as comfortable in his skin as you do, and only you are allowed the special honor of touching his body

A gift you exercise frequently when you cuddle him at night

Mason

Alex didn't meet you until after Vietnam and the whole... brainwashing business

After trying and trying for years only to end up with an ever growing list of failed relationships, he just assumed he was too damaged to love

Besides, he's getting a bit older now... Maybe he's just not meant to find someone

Or so he thinks

He meets you randomly in public, on an ordinary day in an ordinary place

You two happen to hit a conversation and it just keeps going and going...

Until finally you exchange numbers and begin seeing each other more frequently

And that's when Alex knows you're the one, he can just... feel it deep down

But it isn't until one, vulnerable night, when he tells you about his past and the war and.... Well, everything, that he knows for sure

With so much fear being pushed about the Russian threat and all that, he thought for sure the knowledge that he's been a brainwashed sleeper agent once would scare you away

It was a shock for sure, but... You aren't afraid of him, in fact, you feel sympathetic for his plight of anything

Alex doesn't need your sympathy, mind, but he is thankful for the empathy

That's all he wants, really

That, and someone who'll hold him through the nightmares at night

Looks like he lucked out there too :)

Park

She met you as a fellow agent through MI6

Things were purely professional for a looooong time

But she must admit though, you're quite charismatic, cunning, and frankly?

Adorable

Helen's not quite sure when the joking, friendly flirting turned serious but...

She's glad for it

You ask her out on a date first and things go well

More then well

She doesn't kiss and tell, but let's just say... She knows you're the one

You always have her back on the field and off

You're her closest friend and confident

She's breaking the rules by cluing you in on the goings on with the hunt for perseus and all, but there's no one here she trusts more for feedback and brainstorming

But it's probably a good thing you're not in the safehouse, considering you almost killed someone after the skyhook debacle

She rolls her eyes at your fussing, but you swear to never let her go again

And you know what? Park may not show it, but she loves how much you care for her

Perseus

He met you back in the ussr, when he still looked like his picture

You two grew close in your service to the government, and you were one of the first people he trusted to try and recruit for his operation

When you didn't even hesitate to say yes, that's when he knew you were the one

You've already proven yourself and impressed him with your wit and integrity in your service to the ussr

In fact, few have ever stood out to him in such a way as you have

All he needed to know was if you trusted him and truly believed in a better future

Many are jelous to see you running around with the exceptionally handsome man, but perseus was never one to get hung up on looks

However, he's glad you enjoy his appearance as much as you do his mind

Together, you raise hell for the capitalists, bringing a true biting edge to the cold war threat

In return for your loyalty, he does all he can to keep you a secret, both as his lover and his accomplice

If anything happened to you like what happened to Bell...

He would take the fight to your captors himself

And they wouldn't stand a chance...

Weaver

He met you through working in Requiem

You're one of the strike team operators, but you spend a fair amount of time talking with the consultants and himself back at base

Weaver finds you a little intimidating, but in a good kind of way

Sort of how he use to be back in the day

When he realizes he may or may not have a little thing for you, he suddenly becomes very shy

He's afraid to try and make a move on you because surely rejection would be the only outcome?

After all, he's way too far past his prime by now, missing an eye and slowly letting himself fall out of shape

It's a mess

So why haven't you just moved on from him yet...?

Doctor Grey seems strangely invested in this little one sided romance, so with a bit of help, he manages to ask you out for coffee

The last thing he expected was for you to say yes

It's not until the day that you almost don't make it back to base that he realizes how very much you mean to him

Weaver stays with you as frequently as he can while you recover and can often be found cuddling you in your med bay bed (bc why the hell not?) or at home

He has to pull back a little on visiting you in the med bay however

He's starting to get teased for how much he loves all the head pets, jaw scratches, and tummy rubs you give him while you're bored and resting

Carver has now begun addressing him as "Fido" with no end in sight

Woods

He meets you out at the marine base he spends all his time at

It was one of the many occasions that he was doing target practice at the range, and he today he's caught you watching him

At first he honestly didn't think much of it, but of course he took the opportunity to show off a little

He succeeded in managing to lure you over with his skills, where you came to stroke his ego a bit

For that, he offers to show you some pointers and before either of you know it, target practice together becomes a regular occurance

From there, anything more social is up to you to initiate

He's a bit taken aback when you invite him out to do something off base sometime, but... He accepts

Once out of his element, he's like a whole other person

You're surprised to find that he's a lot more shy and little more warm towards you

You find it adorable

That starts the slippery path to how he knows you're the one

You're the only person he truly feels like he can be himself with

Everyone else expects the hardened sargent, and while that is still him...

He never feels like he has an opportunity to share his softer side

You can never complain about being cold or lonely with him around

Frank loves nothing more then cuddling with you whenever and wherever he can

Not only is it just, well, nice, to have the human contact, but it makes him feel like he gets to protect you

And nothing makes him happier then to see you safe :)

#black ops cold war #call of duty #russell adler x reader #frank woods x reader #jason hudson x reader #helen park x reader #eleazar azoulay x reader #lazar x reader #perseus x reader #grigori weaver x reader #alex mason x reader

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finecole · 4 years

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Alfie Solomons x Reader - ‘’Intrigued”

Request: Hi! Are you taking requests? I was hoping you could write a fanfiction about Alfie Solomons(season5) Were he and Tommy go to meet a gangster and he has a daughter, she is a bit weird.Randomly humming and taking to animals(dog) , but she is very nice. Perhaps her someone calls her dad and she goes to tell him and then she sees Alfie. And really likes his scar. I hope I'm not asking too much. Thank you.

Note: heyhey, it’s been a while. I hope everyone’s holding up somehow during covid. It was kind of hard to get back in to writing so, honestly, I didn’t really know where I was going with this story which makes the end a little more than a little odd lol.

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Reader (season 5)

Word count: 1.1K

It was bad night to meet in a back alleyway of Camden Town; dark clouds hid the moonlight and, as per usual, none of the lights in the street seemed to work. You were waiting with your dad, who was supposed to meet Thomas Shelby – something about weapons, he said.

Dad had started involving you in the family ‘craft’, his gentle wording for arms dealing. You weren’t completely on board with it; after all, weapons caused more trouble than they were worth. The business, however, was profitable – very profitable, and it had granted your family a more than comfortable lifestyle.

‘’Where is this Shelby of yours, dad? Beatrice is getting impatient,’’ you said, crouching down next to the obediently sitting black lab. You stroked her head, her big brown eyes eyeing you curiously.

Dad scoffed. ‘’What are you talking about? She’s just sitting there – or can you read her mind now?’’

Dad had never understood you – or more precisely, your obsession with the dog. You’d talk to the lab for hours, as if she were your sibling. For a good reason though: she seemed to be the only one that actuallylistened to you in this family.

Beatrice was indeed just sitting there like a statue, yes – you had raised her well, but her eyes… They told you she wanted to go home, cuddle up on a pile of pillows near the hearth. If only you could. You hummed a song, trying to comfort the pup. This Shelby better hurry up.

The sound of a can being kicked over in the distance made your dad stiffen up, nodding to you to stop humming and stand tall. You don’t show any sign of disinterest you hear me. At the other end of the alleyway, two figures appeared. The mist hid their features, the only thing visible the lit end of a cigarette as the right figure threw it on the ground.

They finally stepped into the light of your lantern, exposing the men. Thomas Shelby, as expected, but the man next to him… unknown to you.

‘’Mister Shelby, Mister Solomons. Thank you for coming.’’ Your dad nodded, extending his hand, which they shook in exchange.

‘’So, Mister Thompson,’’ Shelby started, lighting another cigarette, ‘’you’ve got quite the interesting proposition for us.’’ His eyes wandered from your father, settling on you.

God, you must have looked like an absolute child standing there, your hand resting on Beatrice’s head.

‘’Yes, I do. First, I’d like to introduce you to my daughter (Y/N) Thompson. She’s learning the ropes. Hope you don’t mind.’’

This time Alfie Solomons spoke, ‘’not at all. We all have to start somewhere.’’

He was quite the figure, you thought. He didn’t look like a Peaky Blinder for sure, and his mannerism… so, jovial, in a way that you wouldn’t expect from someone coming in for an arms deal.

Your dad continued, ‘’Naturally. Well, gentleman, let’s get down to business then. I have a rather unexpectedly large shipment of steel and components coming in. An excellent deal, but to be frank, we don’t have the space to hold everything we can manufacture. And expanding would put us at too high of a risk. Thus, I need a deal set up before it comes in. I can offer generous prices, profitable for us both.’’

Thomas Shelby took a long drag off his cigarette, looking around him, at our warehouses. Numbers ran through his head, risks were analysed until he finally nodded. ‘’Let’s talk.’’

Your father sighed softly, relieved, as he waved Shelby in to one of the warehouses, where a small office was stationed.

Alfie Solomons, however, barely moved. ‘’I’d like to see the production facilities, if you don’t mind of course.’’

Before your father could say anything, you stepped in. ‘’I’ll do it.’’

Your father stared at you for a bit, unsure of what to say.

‘’You said learn the ropes, did you not?’’

He nodded slowly, eyeing you and Solomons a last time before disappearing with Shelby.

You turned to Solomons, studying his face as he looked at you; as if he was daring you to look longer. The scar running down his face caught your attention, now more obvious on this side of the light. It was hidden away slightly by his beard, but it was obvious none the less.

He’d noticed you studying him. Of course, he had basically invited you to it. ‘’Shelby shot me there, if you need to know.’’

Your eyes widened, ‘’Quite the business partner to have.’’

He grinned before giving his attention to the dog. ‘’Who’s this beauty then?’’

‘’Beatrice.’’ You said, as ypu started walking towards the factory, whistling for Beatrice to follow. Alfie followed suit.

A few minutes later you arrived at the front door of a large red brick building, Alfie close behind. ‘’Here it is.’’ You took a key out of the pocket of your coat and opened the door, letting Alfie and Beatrice in.

Alfie looked around him, taking in the large machines and tools scattered around. ‘’How many people you’ve got working here?’’

‘’Four per machine, I believe. Perhaps more if we’re busy.’’

He nodded, as he continued to look around in silence. The man took up so much space, not in a literal way of course. There was a way about him, like his presence alone demanded something, without saying anything. Perhaps that was why Shelby brought him with.

You felt like there was a lot to be known about him, and you kind of wanted to know it all.

‘’I’ve got a dog too, Cyril. Gorgeous beast. Quite the creatures they are, dogs.’’ He announced at the other end of the factory, before walking back towards you.

You hummed in agreement, hoping he would say more.

He stood still before you, hands folded behind his back. ‘’Why’d you show me this, (Y/N)?’’

‘’What do you mean? You asked to be shown around.’’

‘’Yes, but why you? You don’t look like the type to run a gunrunning business.’’

‘’I, I just…’’ You didn’t really know what to say him to begin with, and now he started questioning the very thing you’d been questioning yourself the past couple of years. ‘’I guess you could say I’m intrigued.’’

He smirked, understanding what you really meant. ‘’Trust me, there’s much more to be intrigued about out there.’’

Your eyes met once again, before he tipped his hat and walked through the door, leaving you alone.

Beatrice whined.

You furrowed your brows, wondering what just happened, before the light above you started flickering.

#peaky blinders fanfiction #alfie solomons x reader #Peaky Blinders #michael gray #Tommy Shelby #alfie solomons fanfiction #peaky blinders ff #peakyblindersff

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ezmarie · 3 years

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hi! could i possibly request a haikyuu matchup plz :D

she/her, 18 (in two weeks), sagittarius, ENTP, ravenclaw :p

appearance: 170.2 cm (5'7), 67.1 kg (148 lbs). I have a thin, athletic build. my legs are toned and i have a larger butt, thighs and chest 😖😖 i have blonde dyed hair just passed my shoulder blades. my eyes are green/blue. i have rather long eyelashes and full lips. i have a nose piercing and three piercings on each ear. i wear a lot of basic athletic wear (leggings/sweatpants, nike, champion).

hobbies: well, i'm in three sports :) im varsity cheer captain, i run track and i'm in the marching band color guard!! most of my time goes towards my sports. when i'm not at sports i'm probably working at my part time job. when i'm not doing either of those, i play a lot of video games, watch anime and draw! a lot of people are thrown off by my interests because of my appearance 😅 some of my favorite video games are the legend of zelda (ALL TIME FAVORITE), minecraft, roblox, mario kart, and animal crossing!

personality:

positive traits: leader, outgoing, witty, enjoys making others laugh, actually really intelligent! LOL

negative: extremely moody, cant take criticism, BOSSY, judgmental

likes: basically the hobbies i listed, spicy food, energy drinks

dislikes: a lot of certain noises (like chewing for example), people touching me when i'm mad, people who cant take a joke.

playlist: i think i have over 300 playlists 😅 but my favorite one that ive made is called "just vibin" OR "bri's bumpin playlist". just vibin has a lot of stuff like kendrick lamar, tyler the creator, rich brian, ski mask the slump god, BROCKHAMPTON, frank ocean etc. and my bris bumpin playlist has stuff thatd you hear at a club in 2002 😭😭

couple traits:

-i cannot stress this enough, TRUSTWORTHY. i have extreme trust issues which is what ended my last relationship 😀

-FUNNY!!! has to have a sense of humor. has to.

-emotional. has to be in tune with their own emotions and mine, or else it ain't gonna work.

-COMMUNICATION!!!

Hiiii! Yes you can, I ship you with...yamaguchi!!

He’s very reserved and dependent on others and usually keeps to himself, which is why I think he’ll love your more outgoing personality. He likes how he doesn’t really need to worry about taking on the socially active role since that would never be him in the first place. It’s the same situation for your leader tendencies, he’s definitely more of a follower so he needs you to be able to be independent in a way. It really helps that you can understand what hes comfortable with because he struggles so much with doing otherwise. However, if you look past his shy outside he is SO FUNNY omg. Like his sense of humor is just quick top notch jokes (or insults) it’s just that he doesn’t show it to anyone in fear of judgment, so when he realizes you have the same humor it’s amazing. And you too are so secretly judgmental it’s hilarious, like if you two hate someone or see something sus when you guys are alone you’ll DESTROY them. Basically you’ll give eachother the side eye and immediately know you both are gonna talk shit later.

I feel like he would totally understand your mood swings from personal experience. He might not really show it but but it does not take much to ruin his mood and it stays that way for a while. He always tries to find things that comfort both of you and get y’all in a happier mood because he knows how badly it can effect you. Overall he’s very good at recognizing when your mood drops and whether or not he needs to give you space of comfort you. That also goes hand and hand with your inability to properly take any kind of criticism, he understands. Honestly he’s like the least critical person ever (to you at least) and I could never really see him criticizing you anyways. He doesn’t really mind you being bossy because like I said he’s dependent on others so it doesn’t both him, and also he’s friends with tsuki so he’s honestly used to it. He actually finds it attractive how you take control of the situation and fill the leadership role naturally.

I feel like yamaguchi fits your preferences very well actually which is just another reason I think you’re compatible. Yamaguchi is VERY trustworthy, he’s scared of people leaving him and such so he would never even DREAM of breaking youre trust in any way. Like I said before he has an amazing sense of humor and is funny asf but he just might be scared to let that part of him out. He’s actually a pretty emotional guy and he’s totally ok and comfortable with showing and expressing them to you, just maybe not others. But as long as he does it with you it doesn’t really matter if other people know that since it would make him uncomfortable anyways. And he’s definitely able to pick up on how you’re feeling as well and recognizes what to do in that certain situation very well. That’s similar to the fact that he always communicates to you about how you both are feeling and what might need to take place to make things better if you’re feeling bad. He just always wants to resolve conflict by talking it out so communication is important to him.

Scenarios with the two of you:

•you two sharing playlists with eachother and combining them so you have SO MANY playlists for like any mood because you always make and add new ones, also anytime you hear a song that reminds you of eachother you guys will listen to it together and add it to your playlists (you guys will listen to it over and over again until you get sick of it but that’s ok😌)

•he would be there supporting you at EVERY SINGLE event you have for any of your sports and he always hangs out with you afterwards. He knows your exhausted too so usually you two have a movie marathon while cuddling under really soft blankets and you fall asleep really quickly because of fatigue so you two just fall asleep together 🥰

•you guys ALWAYS are playing video games like it’s a huge thing for you guys, when you two have time you’ll set up legend of Zelda and will play for literally h o u r s while you play stuff like sugar by brockhampton, IFHY by Tyler the creator, pink + white by frank ocean, and much more ( also you may or may not ROAST little kids in roblox just for fun😃)

HAJDHS this took like a week I’m sorry but hopefully you liked this😭also I’m working on your appearance matchup too!! :) <33

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu matchups #yamaguchi tadashi #yamaguchi #Petals ✿

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howdoyousleep3 · 4 years

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pLease u dont understand i need frank adler in my life. I need to cuddle him and stroke his beard and that line he gets in between his brows when he's worried or anxious. I just need to comfort him and i need to give him EVERYTHING

Oh, pumpkin I am right there with you.

I have like...half of a Frank Adler short story written but I realized all the way through it that I was writing it as “you” and I don’t like that but was so swept up I hadn’t realized!

I have always had this vision in my head (I think it started as a daydream??) where his neighbor is the main character and she’s new to this whole Florida small-town vibe thing, coming from the city. Frank has made her feel at home, has guided her into this new way of life, and they’ve became friends. She can’t help but fall a little for him and his ruggedness and soft spirit. They’re on the cusp on flirtatiousness when she...just stops seeing him around?

And it’s like a month of her not really seeing him much and when she does it is kind of obvious he doesn’t want to talk. She’ll go on a morning run and see him and he barely waves back. She’ll be out in town at the hardware store trying to figure out the proper screw needed for a cabinet handle, see him, and he doesn’t even stop.

She can’t help but be concerned and a little hurt so she takes things into her own hands.

She shows up to his door one night with a pizza and a six-pack, doesn’t let him stop her at the door, goes right to the kitchen. They stand and eat in the kitchen and after him being short and not really wanting to talk or go in-depth with anything, she pushes, fed up.

“Okay fine, fuck it. Don’t tell me. How can I help you then?” That wrinkle between Frank’s eyebrows grows prominent in his apparent confusion.

“What?”

“How can I help you get over this…this funk? This thing that’s got you down?”

Frank chews on his lower lip, crosses his ankles to match his crossed arms, tucks his chin and looks at her.

“You wanna join me on a run or two? Go to church? Go shopping? Huh?”

“No, I don’t need any of that. I just…”

There’s only one more thing left she can think of.

“You wanna fuck?”

And at first Frank is shocked, a little upset, but then she’s cooing out, “Bubba...”, moving forward some, lowering her voice. She explains how concerned she is and how great of a release sex can be and, against her better judgement, lets slip that, yeah maybe she’s thought about sex with Frank.

Listen.

Maybe it’s how he normally is or maybe it’s his pent up feelings and funk, but Frank does not hold back. Given the green light with someone he trusts and finds quite attractive, he crosses the kitchen and grabs for her, won’t make a move until he’s certain. He holds her face and feels her softer body against his and damn near crumbles to the floor. A nod of her head and her hands on his waist and he closes the gap between them.

Seriously, y’all-- p a s s i o n a t e. So many things make him and this moment passionate. He can’t take his lips off of her, lips and neck and collarbones, can’t keep his hands from not being a little too rough with eagerness. He also can’t decide what he wants, where he wants to touch, where he wants to go. They move through the house like a storm, trying to take each other’s clothes off as they move, knocking over a hanging picture frame and bumping elbows and knocking teeth.

Clothes are still half-on by the time they make it to his bed, her hand down his pants, his teeth on her jaw. He wants to get his head between her legs but she shakes her own head, no time, next time, and he’s pushing up her dress, pulling down her panties. The only time he slows down even a little bit is when he’s fully seated inside of her with a low groan and trembling lips.

We can all agree Frank would be well-endowed (this is fantasy smut after all but also it’s true lol). He’d be handsy, would take what he wanted while making sure she enjoyed every second right alongside him. He would fuck so deep and heavy, would be almost overwhelming, a firm believer in eye-contact, of holding onto thighs and giving small kisses.

But there was a reason she went over there, she wanted to be the one to help, so she ends up on top. Frank loves when a woman rides him, loves being able to lay there and enjoy it, let his hands wander, lets his focus be on encouraging and praising his partner. Her dress gets pulled over her head in a rush, his hands mapping out all this new skin. He loves it even more when a woman comes while riding him, when he’s used for a woman to take her pleasure in such a way. He’s a sucker for trembling thighs.

Frank isn’t crazy vocal in bed, a low talker and a question-asker, but he gets breathy and gaspy when he gets close. That’s when most of his encouragement comes out, when he needs to sit up a little instead of just laying and taking it. He’s an announcer, and “M’gonna...fuck, baby m’gonna come yeah, yeah...” kind of guy.

Afterwards, she knows he needs contact, knows that it would be so wrong of her to leave and that her only way to ensure she stays to continue to help Frank is if she acts like it’s not a big deal, if she is the one who acts without hesitancy.

Which is why she’d kick the rest of her clothes off and crawl under Frank’s comforter, get cozy in his sheets. There’s awkwardness, it is expected, but Frank gets with it, takes the rest of his clothes off, is slow-moving. When he settles in next to her she immediately snuggles in, lays her head on his chest, throws a leg over his waist.

Frank loves physical contact. He had forgotten how much.

The morning is awkward too, but only momentarily, because she’s quick to kiss his shoulder and wrap her arms around his front, his tum, pull him in close like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

She doesn’t know what has happened that made him so sad but maybe he’ll disclose it to her soon. She likes the idea that maybe she has helped Frank, has worked that worried crease between his brows smooth. She wants that happy Bubba back.

Talk about ANOTHA ONE getting away from meeeeee, hahaha. Trying to work on my Inbox and you guys have the best things to share and ask, wowow. It’s natural I get swept up!

#askK

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starblazerm31 · 4 years

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Apprentice April Asks #1 Azalea/Imalia

Here are my answers to my Apprentice April Asks #1. Thanks so very much to @leis-main-blog and @verysoftthings for sending me asks! I honestly wasn’t expecting it. ^^; I tend to write books about these two, so I made a separate post.

1. The Basics. What is your character's name? How old are they? How tall are they? Skin color? Eye color? Hair color? Gender identification?

Azalea Larinya Nevra. 30, female. 5'6"; medium skin tone; eyes blue with gold around the pupils; hair aqua to coral ombre; medium length

Imalia Vilyana Gabriev. 36, female. 5'10"; fair skin tone; eyes crimson; hair brown with burgundy ends; very long (art by @carowhitewolf)

2. Love Interest. Who does your character love? What attracted them to that particular LI?

Julian/Lucio (different universes).

Julian - she loved how kind he was, and she adored his bumbling. She was compelled to help him because his cause was right. He couldn't be guilty, he was too much of a good man. She really wanted to help him with his own inner demons as well because he didn't deserve to suffer, even at his own hand. That glorious chest didn't help either, lol.

Lucio - she thought he was overall adorable. Yeah, he was hot as hell, but it was his personality that got her heart thumping. He really was brave and skilled, and she had a feeling that not many others had appreciated it much. Yeah, he had done some horrendous things; but Azalea could see the actual changes happening in him and she knew that he had hope.

Asra. She had known Asra since she was 15 and he was 8. They had a good 20 year friendship and she knew him very well. She fell for him when that friendship veil lifted after the events of The Arcana story and she finally really noticed how beautiful he was. "He's smart, kind, talented, awesome...AND hot?! THE WHOLE PACKAGE?! I'm such an idiot..."

3. Familiar. Does your character have a familiar? How did they meet?

Corva, a white raven. She met Corva when Malak led her to an alley where Corva was lying on the ground with a broken wing. Azalea nursed Corva back to health, and Corva refused to ever leave. (image c. Mike Yip)

Balthazaar, a phoenix. Balthazaar was one of the phoenixes in the magical menagerie at the University of Prakra. He was ornery, and the handlers had a hard time with him. Imalia liked how stubborn he was and over time developed a rapport and closeness with him. The university allowed her to claim him as her familiar and take him home. (image c. Kiss Clip Art)

4. Hobbies. What kinds of things does your character like to do for fun?

Parquor. She loves running around, slipping up buildings, jumping over rooftops and sliding down poles. XD She's a very high-energy person and parquor keeps her healthy and mentally sharp. She also enjoys writing. She will write on just about anything that has her attention at the moment. Magical theory is one of her favorite subjects, but she does enjoy writing fiction.

Her hobby...is harassing bandits. She gets perverse joy out of robbing robbers blind. If she can find the original owners of things that were stolen...awesome. If not...hey, this is an ancient Drakrian fertility statue! I'm gonna put this on my shelf at home. Oh, and leaving off-color messages in ancient languages in ruins. "Here I sit all broken-hearted..."

5. Hidden talents. Is there something neat that your character can do? Tie a cherry stem into a knot with their tongue? Say any word backwards perfectly?

Azalea is kinda like Sherlock Holmes. She can look at a person and form their entire story in her mind. She never uses it against someone; she just uses it to be more friendly. But if you're annoying her and won't go away...she will scare you with what she has figured out about you.

Imalia secretly loves to sing and isn't terrible at it. She's one of those people who will sing in the bath, and if someone mentions it, she acts like it didn't happen.

6. Magical talents. Is there a specific type of magic that your character excels at? Any magic they aren't so great at? Or do they actually shy away from magic altogether?

Lightning. She's good at conducting the currents and utilizing its explosive capabilities. She also uses lightning as a personal shield while in battle. She is also really good at enchanting things; like her hair. She makes enchanted dreamcatchers that actually catch nightmares. Both Julian and Lucio appreciate this ability. (Lucio's dreamcatcher needs to be cleansed more often than Julian's)

Fire and Darkness. Imalia is in tune with fire and is extremely good at using it to its fullest potential; absolute destruction. As for the darkness...that will be explained in number 12.

7. Interaction. How does your character typically interact with people?

She is very polite, but not overly so. She tries to come off as someone you can actually have a conversation with. Sometimes if she's feeling nervous, she will go into overly-polite mode, but if the vibe starts to feel calmer, she will loosen up. She is very energetic and sometimes hyper with her friends.

She is ingratiating and very proper until you piss her off. Then you get things like "Why don't you get a horse, move up to the mountains, and don't bother anybody? You have the personality of a dead moth." (RIP Don Rickles) With friends, she's very laid back and frank with what she says.

8. Romance. What is something that your character and their LI love to do together? How do they show affection?

Azalea x Julian - They LOVE to read together. They have spent hours cuddled up together over a good book. Azalea shows Julian affection with gentle touches, kisses, and koala hugs. (she really loves how tall he is) She also makes sure he eats and gets plenty of rest. More than once, she has brought him dinner to his clinic while he was working late.

Azalea x Lucio - They love to spar. They are so different in fighting style that sparring really helps them improve their skills. Also, the prize at the end for the winner is quite nice. ^_~ Azalea shows Lucio affection by listening to him and holding him. She also likes to try to out kiss him. He reaches for her hand, she spins away and plants two on his cheek instead.

Imalia and Asra love to travel the Magical Realms together. They get into really long and in-depth conversations about the things they see and experiment with how their willpower affects the realm around them. Imalia shows affection by constant words of praise and sneaky touches and kisses. The more she can surprise him, the better. She also keeps a hefty supply of Lapsang Souchong tea at her estate for him and loves giving him little trinkets and things she has found on her travels.

9. Travel. Does your character like to travel outside of Vesuvia? How often? For how long? What kinds of things do they do away from home?

Yes. She loves to see more of the world and meet new people and see different cultures. She will travel maybe once every year or two. When traveling, she will typically stay away for 1-2 months. She loves adventure, but she does love her home more. Azalea loves to learn new types of magic or new methods of spellcasting from different cultures. She finds that certain techniques make her own magic stronger.

Definitely. She herself is originally from the northern hemisphere, so travel isn't something new to her. She gets wanderlust sometimes and has to get out into the world. She will be gone typically for six months when she decides to travel. She has been gone for three years before. She HAS to investigate old ruins wherever she goes. Who knows that treasures or knowledge lay inside? She must find out!

10. WTF. Has anything just...weird ever happened to your character? Something that made them stop and go "What just happened?!"

She was trying to brew a potion that would allow the drinker to become a mermaid for a short while. She ended up spilling it on a plant before it was done. The plant sprouted tiny muscular hairy legs and arms, stood up, walked to the window, shook its fist at her, and jumped out. Turns out she had forgotten a key ingredient in the early stages of brewing the potion. Mazelinka made fun of her for a solid week.

One time, she and a rival mage were about to have a battle. Right before they were to begin, this strange fellow wearing a sentient red cape fell from the sky and landed in between them. He promptly stood to his feet, apologized for the intrusion, and left. (Yes...I do mean Doctor Strange fell from the sky)

11. Crime. Has your character ever been arrested? If so, what did they do? Have they ever helped stop a crime?

She has never been arrested, however, she is guilty of petty larceny. It's not something she does often...just when some jerk needs to be taught a lesson. They always get their stuff back, but she will make sure they are thoroughly inconvenienced. She has stopped another thief before. The thief took the purse of an elderly individual who was trying to buy food. Azalea scaled up to the rooftops and cut the thief off, holding him down until the guards caught up and arrested him. She gave the money back to its owner.

Yep. She's been arrested plenty of times. Usually for assault and/or destruction of property. Hey, that jerk deserved to have his carriage set on fire. She has stopped several assassination attempts on her cousin, Queen Dreen Suval of Seiruun. She has also stopped dark plots at the Magical University in Prakra.

12. Secrets. What is a secret your character has? Are they in line for the throne in a far off land? Was there this one time at band camp...? Are they secretly involved in an assassin's guild?

Azalea secretly writes smut. She loves it. And her actual hair color is gray. The aqua-coral is an enchantment.

Imalia actually is in line for the throne of Seiruun; second in line, to be exact. But she HATES this. It's why she continues to live in Vesuvia rather than her home country. Imalia is also no longer entirely human. During an adventure that went terribly wrong, she summoned the Lord of Nightmares while inside the Magical Realms. (The Lord of Nightmares or "Lon" is an eldritch goddess) Lon then proceeded to implant herself inside Imalia. Lon is a being of pure darkness and nightmare, so Imalia has control over darkness when she taps into Lon's power. Through some creative wording, the contract between the two of them allows Imalia to use Lon's power and form when she needs to; however, Imalia is forever plagued by terrible nightmares that not even Azalea's dreamcatchers can stop. The dreamcatchers just catch on fire.

13. Overcompensation. Is there something that your character just HAS to do better than anyone else? Or are they just that dang good without trying? If they see someone else showing off, what is their kneejerk reaction?

She's actually quite humble. If she sees someone showing off, she really just concerns herself with their safety. "Please don't be careless and die, please!" But she IS gifted. Her magic is insanely strong, she just doesn't like to make a big deal out of it. She gets embarrassed.

She is the best in the room, and you'd better damn well know it. Unless she respects you. Then she will tone it down. But if she sees a showoff...she's got to mess with them. She's got to show them that they aren't all that and a bag of chips.

14. Fight Club. Is your character a good fighter? What kind of skills do they have?

She's pretty decent. Her attack magic is awesome, but her physical fighting mainly relies on how quick and squirmy she is. Her punches hurt, but they don't incapacitate.

She can fight pretty damn well. Her father made sure of it after most of her family was killed by assassins (it does sometimes really suck to be royalty). She is a heavy hitter and her intent is to end a fight with one strike. It doesn't always work, but hey...second, third, maybe fourth time is the charm. Or maybe you should just blow it the hell up.

15. The Arts. Is your character a creative type? What kinds of things can they create? Can they act? Street perform?

She is. Like mentioned earlier, she writes and makes dreamcatchers; she also gets into stage acting with Julian (when he's her LI). She's not a solo performer though. She has to be in a troupe or else she gets massive stage fright.

She can draw very well, almost photo-realistically. She mainly uses this skill for documentation when she's studying something. But every great once in a while she will draw a political cartoon making fun of some noble. Once she drew a penis on the face of one of Lucio's statues. He snapped back "I'd never put something that small in my mouth!" She retorted by drawing a full body penis on a different statue. It got misinterpreted by many townspeople as "Hey, look! Lucio is a dick!!"

16. Goofy. Is your character a clown? Do they like to make people laugh?

She does. She doesn't see herself as funny, but when she slips in something humorous into whatever she's talking about it usually takes whoever is listening by surprise. Spit your drink kind of humor.

YES. She has such a strange way of speaking sometimes that you can't help but snort at the things she says. Yes, it is entirely on purpose. She loves to crack jokes and has a self-deprecating sense of humor at times. She will also be hilariously over-confident as well.

17. Language. Is your character multilingual? How many languages do they speak? Do they have an accent? Is it sexy? Is it silly? Do they have the multilingual lisp?

No. She only speaks her native language.

Yes. Imalia speaks ten different languages. In her normal language, she doesn't have a multilingual lisp; but in about four of her other languages, she does. It drives her nuts, but she just can't seem to fix it.

18. Embarrassment. What is something really embarrassing that your character has done/said?

Azalea can't remember this, because it's part of the memories she lost. But Imalia remembers. One time she was going to meet one of the magisters of the Magical University of Prakra to see if she would be accepted. She spent weeks preparing how to introduce herself. On the day of, she mentioned how excited she was to meet Magister Asshole. Imalia blinked and said, "It's pronounced Ah-shole."

One time she said something quite rude about Lucio in front of Azalea (when Lucio is Azalea's LI). Azalea proceeded to tear her a new rectum, claiming that for someone so smart, she was incredibly closed-minded.

19. Memory. Has your character gotten any of their memory back? If so, what? Did it change them?

No. She insists that she doesn't want her memories back because she likes who she is now. She gets the important information from Asra and Imalia...her parents’ and aunt's names, what they were like, and how they died. That's all she feels that she needs.

*looks at me* "I'm exempt from this question. I'm your OC, not your MC." *walks out*

20. Family. Talk about your character's family. Who were they?

Her mother (Etoile) and father (Galen) were traveling merchants. Her mother was the one with magical talent. Her mother's sister (Sylvaine) owned the shop and taught Azalea most about magic. When Azalea was 13, her parents were robbed and killed by bandits just outside of Vesuvia. She lived with Sylvaine until she died of pneumonia when Azalea was 20.

Imalia's father was Vitalric Gabriev and her mother was Narsial Trevallan. When Imalia was 14, her father's family (the Sairuun royal family) were murdered by assassins sent by a rival country. Only Vitalric (and Narsial), Imalia, Vitalric's older brother Rhemun and his daughter Dreen survived. Rhemun and Dreen remained in Seiruun to run the place while Vitalric and his family moved to Vesuvia as a failsafe in case there were other assassination attempts. Vitalric started studying to become a doctor, while Narsial started grooming Imalia to wed into a noble family. Narsial was extremely abusive. Long story short, King Rhemun died of a hunting injury, and both of Imalia's parents died in the Red Plague.

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“You roll your eyes a lot.” I notice.

“Only when I hear silly things.” She shrugs, finally getting some fruits from the fridge. “So yeah, a lot when you’re around.”

I laugh at her comment and tell her where the plates and knives are and she starts peeling and cutting the peaches into small pieces before adding blueberries and strawberries. She likes her fruit. I know I’m staring at her small hands cutting the fruit like an idiot but for some reason it’s entertaining to me, the way her soft fingers grab the small pieces of fresh fuit before dropping them on a bowl.

“What about like a roast? Do you eat meat at all?”

“I like fish better.” She says. “But I guess I’d have a steak if you gave me one.”

“There she goes again, urging me to take her out.”

Jamie

I try to get some sleep despite Mateo’s tiny hand slapping my face every now and then. He’s been babbling for the most part of the past hour and whenever he stopped I opened an eye to check on him afraid that he had stopped because something was wrong because yes, new mums are like that; and he was chewing on that cold teether thing my mum had gotten him last weekend. He is getting better at holding his little head up and when I look at him he’s staring back at me with wide opened brown eyes, his button nose and those little lips of him parted in a small o surrounded by baby drool. His hair is so thin and so little he looks like a giant head with enourmous eyes and still he is the cutest baby alive and I’m not saying that just because he’s mine. He smiles at me and I burst out laughing.

He gets excited because finally mummy is up and he starts puffing as he crawls all over me like he does when he’s happy, his slaps against my face only intensifying.

“Good morning, beautiful!” I kiss his chubby cheeks and raise his little body at the lenght my arms allow and he smiles. “Why do you wake up so early, hey? You didn’t get that from mummy, that’s for sure!” I laugh.

We cuddle and play on the bed for a little longer before I feel my belly roar. I pick him up and carry him on my hip towards the kitchen where I make myself breakfast. My phone vibrates on the kitchen counter. Harry has sent me a picture of a bottle of cachaza from some supermarket. My eyes widen and my heart flutters and I hate that he’s got this effect on me.

He sent me a follow request on Instagram two days after I met him at Chloe’s house and we’ve been texting through direct messages here and there ever since. He’s funny, I’ll give him that. He’s also been watching my stories like- all of them. I mean he follows about 200 people but I don’t think he’s the kind of person who would just see other people’s stories. Okay, to be frank, I like to think he actually actively clicks on my story, even though it probably isn’t true.

To be fair, I don’t know what I’m doing- texting Harry Styles back and forth and letting him sweep my feet off the ground with his stupid little nice gestures. But he’s just thoughtful and he’s clearly flirting with me. That or he’s just overly friendly. I hate to admit I’ve been kind of stalking his account too. He just looks so good in every single picture. I have my personal favourites already- which I guess only makes me even more of a stalker- especially when I find myself going through them in a daydream, like I’m doing right now. Mateo babbles.

“Yes, I know, Mateo, I should stay away. Mummy should stay away, isn’t that right? A singer is no good news.”

He just smiles. He basically smiles at everything, no matter what you say. I don’t think he understands much anyway but I love that he’s such a happy baby. I send Harry a picture of my breakfast just so he can keep making fun of me and my obsession with healthy food. He doesn’t know I’m breastfeeding a baby so my diet is actually a big deal. Mateo looks at my breakfast as I take the avocado and tomato toast to my mouth. I’m excited that he’s turning 6 months in two weeks because- he has yet to properly learn how to hold his back straight when he sits- but after that he can eat actual food and I can’t wait to see his reaction to the different flavours. Something tells me he’s going to like avocado and I imagine his little mouth and fingers all covered in small pieces of green fat and can’t help but laugh.

“Don’t worry, baby, you’ll be able to eat and chew like mummy very soon. You’re almost half a year old!”

He smiles again. I know talking to a baby who can’t reply to you might seem weird, but we spend all day together and he’s my favourite human anyway, answers or not.

harrystyles So that’s how you manage to eat that much ice-cream and still be fit... Healthy breakfast, evening of ice-cream eh? ;)

jjadler Hey! I don’t eat that much ice-cream! I have only sent you like three pictures of ice-cream...

harrystyles In the last three days... ;)

jjadler Stop winking, Styles

harrystyles Does it make you nervous or you would just rather see the real thing?

I giggle. He hasn’t yet mentioned meeting and even though some part of me is a little disappointed, a small part is relieved because I don’t know what I would do with Mateo. We have seen each other again after Chloe’s party but not for too long and never alone. I was out with Charlie once when Jack and him join us for a glass of wine- I had apple juice as usual- and then we met at Charlie’s dad’s sculpture exhibition but even though he tried to stay around, he kept being pulled away from us to take pictures with people and stuff. It kind of dazzled me a little because even though we haven’t known each other for longer than a week, it was as if it was actually the first time that it hit me that he is the Harry Styles. I mean that he’s famous and all that. He just doesn’t really look like it when he’s having a drink and having a laugh with us.

jjadler It makes me feel like I’m talking to a pirate...

jjadler Anyway, what the hell are you doing on the alcohol section at 9.30 am? lol

harrystyles Well I actually came in to buy avocados and tomatoes, in case sometime you have breakfast at my place...

Cheeky Harry! I giggle like a schoolgirl and thank God Mateo is too young to realize his mum is a total goner and I bring my hand to my cheek feeling the heat radiating out of it.

harrystyles But then I remember when I make you that daiquiri at Chloe’s house and thought I could get some

jjadler I thought cachaza was for caipirinhas tho?

jjadler And breakfast at your place huh? Without getting me dinner first... What sort of girl do you think I am?

harrystyles haha yes cachaza is for caipirinhas, I am glad to see you actually do listen to me despite your sassy ways...

harrystyles And about dinner, if you wanted me to ask you out you just had to say it ;)

There he goes with the wink again. Mateo starts getting a little fussy but it’s too early for his nap so instead I get us both ready for a walk to the park. He always likes it when he gets to sit on the pram and just watch people pass and enjoy the sun and to be honest I quite like it too. I ran out of milk too.

harrystyles Hey Jamie

I haven’t answered him on the ask me out thing- just because I don’t know what to say, but for once it looks like he’s going to give it a rest. I don’t know if I like that. I mean, I think I would- what am I talking about? Going out with Harry Styles? Me? Yeah ,right. I see the three gray dots on the left corner of my phone and feel my heart beating fast and hard against my ribcage.

harrystyles I am having some people over at my house later today, would you like to come?

Mateo crawls away from me when I leave him on the carpeted floor of the living room and I know he’s having a great time at this tag game he just started. I give him some head start, he’s terrible at crawling anyway- he more like squirms- so it’s not like he’s going to get very far before he tires himself out. I write and erase about ten times and I am afraid Harry’s just waiting for my reply, I imagine his green eyes watching the three gray dots appear and disappear one time and the other.

harrystyles Please?

He insists. I smile, catching Mateo on my arms as he smiled despite being caught. He had rested his head on the floor though as if he was ready to go to sleep and anyway he probably is. It’s second nap time already.

jjadler Sure! Thanks for inviting me :)

harrystyles No worries! Do you want me to pick you up?

God, he’s so sweet!

jjadler Thank you for the offer but I’ll drive there! Do you need me to get anything or pick up anyone on the way?

harrystyles Nope, just yourself, thank you. I’ll text you the address afterwards x

I smile. I’m going to Harry Styles’ house and I’ll probably drink cachaza with him. Hopefully he doesn’t get pulled away from me at his own house. I look at Mateo who’s playing with my hair ties. I hope Mum can look after him. I decide on making things easier for Harry.

jjadler You might need this for that +4468956235 ;)

harrystyles Thanks xx

Harry

I’m still embarrassed about my reaction when she gave me her number. Who the hell is this girl? I can’t seem not to smile when I think about her and I can’t get her out of my head so as a result my cheeks hurt and now I always look like an idiot.

I’ve only known her for a couple of weeks and I haven’t even kissed her and yet the thought of having her over my house has my belly doing all sorts of flips. Now this is just ridiculous. Even thinking about hearing her voice again makes me want to scream as if I had just won that last football game I played in high school.

I look down at my phone for yet another time. If I had known I’d be acting like this now I would have probably never talked to her at Chloe’s. She’s going to drive me nuts. I look up at my sister who’s sat down next to me but she’s just smirking and looking ahead. She’s going to give me a hard time. I sigh. Charlie and Jack are keeping Michal distracted with some argument they had about basketball I couldn’t care less about but both my sister and her annoying friend Chloe are sitting down here next to me.

“Is she coming?” She smirks.

“Who?”

I know who they mean, but I won’t give them the satisfaction. They both roll their eyes. Sometimes I feel like they’re just copies of one another. It must be that hot yoga thing they do together, connecting their souls to some other new level or some shit.

“You know who.” Chloe answers for her and they both just smirk, having annoyin little sips from her glasses of wine.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I play dumb even though I know for a fact there’s nothing left to do.

“Oh, is that right?” Gemma smiles at me and I shake my head at her.

“You know, sometimes it’s really hard to believe you’re 28 years old.”

She hums.

“You always did do that... Trying to get me mad so I would drop a topic you don’t want to talk about and- you know what?” I keep staring into her hazel, familiar eyes waiting for her to reply. At least she’s entertaining. “The old Gemma would certainly give you a hard time but” she sighs “28 years old Gemma, she’s going to drop it. You don’t want to talk about it, we won’t talk about it.”

She looks ahead towards the garden and I grin when I catch up with her little game. It took me long enough. There’s such a good psycologist inside her, really.

“I know what you’re doing.” She looks at me, faking inocence- very badly might I add- and I grin wider. “Your little reverse psycology game is not going to work with me, Gem.” I mock her. “The old Harry would certainly fall for it but” She’s smiling now, she knows she’s lost “24 years old Harry, he’s going to pass.”

She shrugs and looks ahead and I’m still laughing at her when I open the door. Jamie does look good standing on my door. I grin at her but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to give her a hard time. I cross my arms across my chest.

“Can I help you?”

I narrow my eyes at her, as if I didn’t know her and her face is just what I was looking for. Her smile is cut shy and her eyes search for the joke in mine but I try to keep a straight face. She lets out what I can only call an embarrassed chuckle but damn it if it doesn’t sound adorable. I chuckle too and she bites her full bottom lip. She’s already blushing.

“I’m sorry, I think I got the address wrong?” She decides to play along so I just grin wider. “Because I was invited to a guy’s house but no one said anything about a costume party going on, so...” She looks me up and down and does a funny thing with her mouth and it kind of looks as if she’s saying this is awkward.

I throw my head back and laugh. I like that she always has something to say. Then I move aside and let her walk inside my house and my eyes instantly drop to her bare legs. I almost feel guilty for looking her body up and down like that but no one could blame me. Those shorts she’s wearing would turn anybody’s head over and over. She turns around to look at me and her eyebrows raised. I know she’s caught me staring but for once she lets it be. I give her a smile and ask her whether she’s hungy. I’m not really hungry myself but I selfishly want to steal some minutes alone with her even if it’s just in the kitchen going through the boring things I have on my fridge.

She’s smiling at me when I turn around and I chuckle. She’s going to think I’m retarded.

“So” I tell her “what are you waiting for? Go on, go through the fridge.”

“What?” She laughs. “You want me to go through your fridge? I can think of few things that are less polite than that.” She grins.

“Oh, come on!” I shake my head. “You get us something to eat and I’ll make us a drink, yeah?”

She smiles. Shit, I think she might have the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen- those white teeth against her olive skin and the way her whole face seems to lighten up, her pink lips stretched.

“Okay, let’s see what Mr MeatPie has on his fridge...” She starts.

I am trying hard to contain my laughter. I bet she expects my fridge to look like the dream of some teenage boy obsessed with junk food so I would pay to see her expression when she realizes is nothing of the sort. I know she’s raising her eyebrows up on her forehead even if she’s giving me her back.

“Celery?” She turns around to face me and I grin wide at hell. “And artichoke? Really?”

I laugh.

“Well, I’m a healthy lad.” I tilt my head. Her eyebrows raise.

“He said while he poured cachaza on a glass.” She jokes and I chuckle.

“Well, a drink every now and then doesn’t make a person an healthy one, does it? It’s all about balance, angel face.”

I can see her eyes lightening up when I call her that again and I swear my heart just skipped a beat at the realization. Has she been waiting for me to say it?

“But yeah, I do take care of myself and that includes green smoothies every now and then.”

Her nose crumples all the way up as she purses her lips, giving me the exact same disgusted expression she gave me the night we met when I told her about the meat pie. Apparently a lot of things disgust this woman. I laugh.

“What now? You don’t like green stuff either? What do you even eat woman?”

She keeps her disgusted expression before she speaks.

“I do like green, I just hate artichokes. I mean listen to their name arti- chokes, doesn’t that say anything to you? Because choking is one way of dying.” She says and I don’t think she knows it but she’s nodding her head like crazy while I just grin at the way her brain works. “It just doesn’t sound like something I would like to put on my mouth.” She raises her eyebrows again. “Much less swallow.”

I laugh out loud at that. I can’t help to give a sexual meaning to everything she says. She’d probably give me a hard time if she knew everything I think about when she talks.

“I do have ice-cream.” I smirk and her face lights up.

I guess she’s happy I remember.

“But ice-cream... It’s just not the time for ice-cream.”

Right, she and her times for food. I nod my head, finishing up both our cocktails as I still wait for her to get something out of the fridge.

“What do you like to eat anyway?” I ask her.

“Mmm...” She seems to think about it as she bends a little to check on the fruit recipient and my eyes shamelessly fall upon her perfectly shaped ass. “I like pasta, especially spaghetti pesto and sushi.”

“What together?” I ask, and this time it’s me who’s got a disgusted expression.

“What?” She giggles when she turns around and sees my face. “No! Not together! I mean spaghetti pesto, full stop, and sushi. Separately. On different days.”

“Can’t it be on the same day?” I tease her and I hear her click her tongue and turn around, blushing hard, and she’s going to explain herself before she catches my smirk.

She realizes I’m just messing with her and rolls her eyes.

“You roll your eyes a lot.” I notice.

“Only when I hear silly things.” She shrugs, finally getting some fruits from the fridge. “So yeah, a lot when you’re around.”

“What about like a roast? Do you eat meat at all?”

“I like fish better.” She says. “But I guess I’d have a steak if you gave me one.”

“There she goes again, urging me to take her out.”

I tease her all the time just because I like to turn on her cheeks. Her eyes go wide and she almost reminds me of a lemur. A pretty one, a really pretty one, but she looks funny anyway. That pink tinge I like starts covering her cheeks and her nose and she looks anywhere but at me. I laugh, I’m about to end her suffering when she speaks.

“I didn’t mean-”

“I know.” I grin. “Don’t worry, I haven’t even thought about asking you out.”

I say that as a joke because I think it’s rather obvious I do want to take her out and kiss her and then take her home and have her against this very counter but she doesn’t seem to get it. Even though it might not have been the best joke after all, I get to see she looks disappointed so I take it she would actually want me to ask her out and now I can’t wipe the grin off my face. She turns redder than a tomato.

“You’re so slow, angel face.” I smile, shaking my head.

She frowns. Fuck, I have missed that. I frown too but I can’t stop smiling.

“Okay, I have a suggestion.” I tell her as she looks confused back at me. “One of these days, whichever works for you, I will do some roast for you and then while we’re having it, you can decide whether it is a date or not.”

I wait for her response keeping it cool but my heart is going crazy secured by my ribs. She seems to really look into it and I can tell she’s still wary because of what I said. I have to fight my eyes not to drop to her cleavage because I accidentally got a glimpse of it when she was avoiding my eyes and now I can’t seem to get the suggestion of her soft chest out of my head.

“It won’t be a date.” She says but it’s like I know she’s saying that just to get back at me.

“Okay” I smile “That’s okay, it doesn’t have to be. But if it’s not a date... Then... What would it be?”

She sucks her lips inside her mouth before they pop out, a tiny bit darker, and I can’t help my eyes.

“It’d be...” She bites her bottom lip. Damn her, she knows I’m staring and she knows what she’s doing. “Like a friends’ date.”

I raise my eyebrows and purse my lips before I nod at her statement. Interesting.

“Oh, so now we’re friends.”

“Yeah.” She frowns, as if it was obvious. “Kind of.”

She smirks like the devil and I know she knows. I roll my eyes before I look away from her and smile as I shake my head. She’s really good at this. She chuckles.

“Kind of.” I repeat and that’s the deal we have for now.

We go back to the living room with all the rest and Charlie and Jack steal her away for a while. I fight with myself not to follow her around like a lost puppy but it’s like wherever she is, my eyes just keep looking into her direction. I take advantage of our momentary separation to appreciate her body. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything sexier. Those white denim shorts she’s wearing oppose to her dark skin and I wonder, even though she said she was born in London, if her parents were too. If she said she was an immigrant I would totally buy it. Some pretty girl from the Middle East or some island, somewhere dreamy, where she lay that body of hers under the sun and then put on these white denim and drive me crazy. Her thighs are full and her skin seems so soft it makes me want to grab her legs and hide myself underneath her. I bet she’s so warm too.

After I catch her glancing at me a few times too, I allow myself to walk towards her and I grin when I notice she actually gets excited. She moves aside so I can sit on the couch next to her and I know that that place she just made for me is small and that I could easily sit in front of her friend Charlie or next to Jack but who would turn her down? She’s been going through her phone for the last five minutes or so too.

“So how did you say the store is called, Charlie?”

“Flamingo.” Her blonde friend leans her head over Jamie’s phone and clicks on a link and Jamie smiles brightly before she moves away from her friend and leans her back right next to me, turning to show me how gorgeous she looks when she smiles.

“Angel face.” I chuckle.

I can tell she’s been sipping some wine too. Her eyes are just that tiny bit of glossier and her gaze looks somewhat tired, as if she was ready to take a nap. I like seeing her sitting on my couch like that.

“You’re going to help me choose a dress.” She smiles.

“Oh” I smile “what an honour.”

She chuckles at me and swats my arm playfully and even if the touch is brief and soft, I feel my heart beating faster. So it’s okay for us to touch now.

“What kind of dress do you want?”

“I need one.” She clarifies, as if want didn’t quite fit her motivation. I nod, smiling wide. “For an event.”

“What kind of event?” Please don’t let it be a date.

“A formal one.” She nods her head. “A family event. My brother’s son is getting baptised.”

“You have a brother?”

“Yeah.” She smiles. “An older brother who just recently had a daughter. I’m the godmother so I have to wear something nice.”

“Sure.” I agree. “What colour are we thinking?”

“I like gray.” She confesses. “And I know it might sound like a boring colour for a dress but it’s not. I wore one to my brother’s uni graduation and it looked really good. I got a lot of compliments.” She grinned.

Of course she did. I bet there are still men that went to that graduation that still haven’t gotten over her and her gray dress. We both look at the dresses and I suggest some here and there but she always turns them down for the tiniest little things like one being too revealing, another one having a cleavage that “didn’t look good on her”- as if that was possible- or some others being too dark or too short.

Finally she shows me the selection she saved and asks me to pick one. I look at the dresses and at her, trying to imagine her in every single one of them and I just can’t decide.

“I don’t know.” I give up.

“Oh, don’t quit on me now!” She frowns. “Come on, you have to like one of these!”

I like them all, that’s the problem.

“I think the blue one is too posh.” She deletes it.

Okay, one less. Finally I pick the champagne colour one but she makes a grimace.

“What?”

“It just doesn’t seem to me like something you would wear as the godmother of your niece.”

I puff and bore her face with my eyes.

“I pick one and you say you don’t like it.” I want to laugh but I hold it in to try and make her feel guilty.

She frowns but looks at me with puppy eyes and I have to fight the urge to cup her cheeks and kiss her. I try to keep a straight face to see how far I can go but the corners of my lips are turning into a smile.

“No, I do like it! I would wear it anytime, just... Maybe not to my niece’s baptism.”

She smiles timidly at me before she bites her bottom lip. It seems like she’s really concerned that she hurt my feelings so I just smile at her, mainly to see her smile again. It works.

Jamie

Gemma is the last one to leave. Chloe and Michal are already waiting for her at the car as she somewhere between reminds and warns Harry about their family lunch on Sunday. I smile to myself. I think it’s so cute that a man as sexy as Harry has a family lunch on Sunday. I know it’s a silly thought- sexy people have families too- but I’m so giddy I can’t help but think about silly things now.

Charlie and Jack left a while ago- it was date night for those two- and Gemma, Chloe and Michal stayed for dinner and then we all watched a movie. Well they did. I fell asleep. On Harry’s shoulder.

I woke up right when the movie ended. I don’t know how I do that but I always do and I don’t even know why because it’s like I can sleep through all the noise from the movie and then when silence finally falls over me I wake up. Harry was saying his goodbye to the three of them as my eyes fluttered opened and then he just gave me a smile before he gently moved his arm from underneath my head and walked his sister to the door. Now this is going to be embarrassing.

He’s smiling at me as he makes his way back and I’m just sitting on his couch, with my legs crossed indian style and knowing that my hair is probably a mess. But he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Hi.” He shows me his dimples.

I laugh through my nose with lips closed in a smile as I rub the sleep off my eyes.

“Sorry about that.” My voice is croaked. Man I must have slept for hours.

He chuckles.

“It’s no problem. It looks like you needed it.”

Damn right I needed it. Normally I sleep when Mateo sleeps, this is how a mum works. I haven’t texted my mum about Mateo in about three hours and I suddenly feel guilty that I don’t even know how my baby’s doing.

“What time is it?”

“Don’t leave.” He says instead.

I hold his gaze even though I can’t ready his eyes. it sounded a bit desperate and it really fascinates me why he would want me to stay even after I fell asleep on him during a movie. I swallow.

“I... I think I can... Maybe stay for a little longer.” He grins like a child at my words. “But I need to make a call.”

“Sure. I mean it’s 12 am but you know what you’re doing.”

“It’s... My niece is sick.” I lie. “And... I want to know how she’s doing. In case they might need me home to help or something.”

His green eyes literally fill with concern and I feel guilty about lying to him in a second.

“Sure.” He shakes his head. “I’ll leave you to it.”

With that he picks up the popcorn bowl from the coffee table in front of the TV and walks towards the kitchen. I text my mum rather than call now knowing it’s 12 am but I wait for her reply biting my nails. I hear Harry putting things away on the kitchen, the water running and I take it he’s just tidying things at this time of the night just so as to give me some privacy. He’s so cute.

I feel my cheeks turning warm as I begin thinking about him. I have a craving for him now I can’t seem to control and I don’t know what’s going on with me. I haven’t been with a guy in almost a year and a half and I haven’t really felt the need to but now it’s like I can barely be around Harry without getting all flushed and giddy.

I can’t barely stand how overwhelmingly green his eyes look up close and when he gets shy and bites his bottom lip, his dimples make an appeareance despite himself... I just can’t help but wish he would ever want to sleep with me.

It’s like- I’ve never really been one of those people who were into sex as a thing, like- even before I got Mateo, I could go months and months without having any sex at all and that wasn’t a problem for me. Not so much for Charlie, for example, I remember she would complain if she spent more than three weeks without sleeping with a guy so now I truly don’t know what’s gotten into me; but I just crave him in more ways than one.

I realize he’s not going to come into the living room until he’s sure my conversation is over so after checking my phone again- still no answer from mum, I try to get it together- if something was wrong she would have called me and last thing she said at 9 pm was that Mateo had gone to bed okay so I figure he must still be asleep. I breathe into my hand and check my breath doesn’t stink like a bitch and then I walk into the kitchen.

“Hey.” I make my presence known and he gives me a warm smile.

“Everything okay with your niece?”

I nod my head. He smiles before he reaches for a glass and fills it with water handing it to me even before I ask. I’m rather surprised by his guessing skills. He then fills one for himself and drinks it down with a few gulps. I’m still sipping on my water when he asks.

“How are you feeling? Are you okay?”

I nod and smile at him, swallowing the water while he studies my face as if trying to decide whether I’m telling him the truth.

“I have Advils, in case you have a headache because of the wine and the cachaza you had before your nap.” He smirks.

Oh, he’s loving the nap thing. God I hope I didn’t get his arm all wet with drool.

“I didn’t drink that much, Mister.”

“Mister?” He laughs. “I know, but I can tell you don’t drink much, do you?”

I just shake my head. I have no reason to lie to him about that.

“You’re comfortable with staying, yeah?” He frowns. “If you’re not, that’s okay, I can drive you home.”

“No!” I sound desperate. “I’m comfortable and I brought my car here so I’m driving myself back, you don’t have to do that.”

He nods. Something tells me he’d want to fight me a little on that, probably come up with something like how I look tired to drive or how the streets are dangerous at this time but he knows he’s not winning.

“You haven’t seen the balcony.” He states and I smile, for some reason excited about the idea of seeing a balcony. “Do you need anything else? More water? A snack? A cup of tea? I have chocolate too and ice-cream.” He smiles.

I grin back at him. He seems to have liked the fact that I’m a sucker for ice cream. I feel my belly roar just by talking about it, normal, considering what I had for dinner was a peach and some berries I shared with him.

“Can I have some ice-cream?”

He chuckles before he walks past me and bends over before opening the freezer.

“So” He starts “there’s... chocolate, that cookie-dough thing.... mmm... And this one” He grabs the tub and reads the label “Strawberry cheesecake.”

He laughs. I don’t know how he knows I want that one but he just does so to my surprise he just grabs two spoons and holds the tub as he stands on his kitchen waiting for me to move. I refill his glass of water and take mine before I follow him outside to the balcony.

It’s really more of a big terrace, like some sort of chill-out zone, with wooden floor and white sunbeds around a bright blue swimming pool. On one side of the pool, on the one that’s closer to the house, the sunbeds are shelter underneath a wooden pergola. He walks straight there and takes a seat on one of the sunbeds but he crosses his legs and leaves room enough for me right in front of him so I place our glasses of water on the small table next to it and sit right in front of him. There’s a jasmine right next to us and the scent is just marvellous.

I take off my sparto flatts so I can sit like him and ask.

“Why are you in such a good mood?”

He just smiles.

“I thought it was obvious.”

A whole zoo starts running around in my belly and I’m afraid if I were to talk I would just shout at him that I am blissful. He just chuckles and hands me the spoon though and I remember then.

“Who bought that ice-cream tub?” He looks up at me with an amused expression. “Well it’s clear it wasn’t you since you didn’t know what flavour it was.” I shrug.

“My mum did.”

“So we’re eating your mum’s ice-cream?” I laugh and he joins me.

“She won’t mind. She’s nice, I promise.”

I don’t fail to notice what he’s saying and it makes my heart beat one thousand times faster. I bet he can hear it. I take a spoonful to my mouth and somehow the taste reminds me of the first time my mum came up with the recipe of my favourite cheesecake. For some reason I decide to tell him about that.

God if he doesn’t kiss me tonight I might go insane.

Harry

We’ve been talking for long enough so that I can feel my throat and it’s basically been just asking each other questions blatanly. I have to recognize, I was the one who started asking her things like a maniac but I am just so curious I can’t even control it. About who started this Never Have I Ever game, I’m not so sure; but I’m really enjoying it to be honest, even if we’re just smiling if we had instead of having anything to drink.

“Never have I ever” she starts “use the excuse of being a celebrity so as not to wait on a line.”

I grin at her and she bursts out laughing. I love how that sounds and the way she would throw her head back so I can see her neck and her jawline... I’ve been thinking about pressing my lips on her pulse all the time.

“Never have I ever...” I look somewhere behind her trying to come up with something interesting I haven’t yet asked “wear lingerie.”

If I smile too wide I’m telling her I have worn it myself but I can’t help it if she’s still going to get all pink. I raise my eyebrows at her and she clicks her tongue and shakes her head, trying to hide the pink of her cheeks behind her hair. I want to tuck it behind her ears and have a clear vision.

“Never have I ever” her eyes sparkle like those of a naughty little girl and I feel some fire prickling on my skin at the anticipation of what she might ask “use a sex toy.”

I can’t help the stupid smile.

“What like on me?”

She blushes hard at my question. Really, Angel face?

“Or on others.” She wavers.

“Then I have.”

I grin like the Cheshire cat when I see her face. So confident Jamie is going to turn out to be all innocent in bed? I don’t think she knows how turned on this could get me and even though I know it’s dangerous territory, especially if she’s wearing that little clothes right in front of me, I don’t want to stay away.

“Never have I ever” I start “wrapped my mouth around a man.”

Fuck, I feel my dick getting hard just at the way she reacts. She looks me in the eyes with eyes wide opened but there’s no fear in them, or even embarrassment; she’s curious. She’s just fucking curious. And the way she is looking at me... She wants me.

“Never have I ever” it’s her turn but I don’t think she’s using it and I just need to know “had sex?”

I frown. Of course I’ve had sex so this is technically cheating but if I don’t ask her I might go insane.

“Of course I’ve had sex.” She whispers.

I try not to but I can’t help the dirty thoughts that come to my mind. Of course I’ve had sex. I can’t help but imagine her naked, in my mind, riding me as I just stare at her because there’s nothing else I can do. Right now she’s looking at me with her fucking sexy flush expression and I don’t think I’ve ever seen fuller lips. I lick mine.

She moves, untangling her lengs and pressing her hands on the sunbed right in front of her between her legs- this brings her elbows together and my eyes almost bulge out of my orbs when I see her breasts spilling out of her shirt. I feel my whole body turning hotter and now I can’t take the thought of kissing her skin out of my mind. Look away, look away... But when I finally manage and try to slow down my breath she gets closer to me and whispers my name.

She has to be doing this on purpose and when I can’t take it anymore I just lean in and press my lips against hers, my hand moving up to cup her cheek and bring her face to me. Her reaction is a little late but right when I’m about to pull away and apologize, she starts moving her lips against mine and my closed eyes almost roll to the back of my head. Her lips are so soft, and full... She’s such a great kisser. I eagerly slip my tongue between her lips, greedy bastard... softly dividing her mouth while my other hand caresses her waist over her shirt. I’ve been wanting to do this all night... I smile like the lucky bastard I am when she softly moans againts my lips and I have to ask her now or I will forget.

“Are you okay with this?” I whisper against her lips, my eyes searching for any sign of discomfort in hers, but all I see is her pupils are blown away and her breathing turns me on. “I know you said we we’re kind of friends” I tease her “but you were driving me crazy.”

She’s breathing hard against my lips and feeling her hot breath against my skin is driving me insane. She tastes like strawberry cheesecake ice-cream too and I can’t seem to get enough. I patiently wait for her response while she brings her hands to my neck and tangles her fingers on my hair. She nods- thank God- and my lips are back on hers whithin seconds. I let her take the intiative, testing how close is too close or what she wants to do and I feel her pulling me to her so I gently pull her waist until I lay her down on the sunbed, lying on top of her as I kiss her long and deep.

I try my best to hold my weight upon her but she keeps pulling me closer and then she opens up her thigs and I can feel my crotch finally feather her core. She moans and presses her hips up against mine making me groan against her mouth as she kisses me passionately. I can feel all my blood rushing inside my veins and I press my hips against hers once but her moans encourage me to rock my hips softly against her as I keep tasting the sweetness of her mouth. Her scent is driving me crazy.

I let my hand wander across her body, my fingertips feathering her soft skin as I try not to get too turned out or else I would burst in my pants and make a complete embarrassment of myself but she’s just so soft and so close and so warm.

“I love how you smell.” I whisper on her ear before I start kissing her neck fulfilling my dreams from all day.

“Harry” She gasps.

I don’t answer, even though I heard her, just because I want to hear her say my name again.

“Harry”

“Yeah?”

“Can you...”

“Yeah, baby?”

She looks up at me with wide eyes and swollen lips from all the kissing and I don’t think I’ve ever had anything so precious this close. She is gasping against me and she doesn’t need to say it for me to know. This is too much for her, too soon.

“Sorry” I whisper, pecking her lips softly “you’re so pretty.” I chuckle.

But she just smiles at me before her plump lips tease mine again and she captivates me. She brushes her lips against mine and leaves opened mouth kisses against my lips but doesn’t let me kiss her back. She’s going to drive me insane. I squeeze the back of her thigh on my hand to have her stop teasing me and she moans and finally lets me wrap my lips around hers.

As I kiss her harder I feel less and less oxygen on my lungs and I know she feels the same guy too so I pull away from her lips, staring down at her with pupils blown away and without removing her hazel eyes from mine, she slips her hands under my shirt and caresses the skin of my chest. My mouth grows dry and I feel my dick twitching and leaking for her. She takes off my shit over my head and I pull from her hair so she lifts her chin, granting me more access to her velvety neck. I’m close to losing it for how much I want her. She grinds her hips against mine.

“I’m so hard for you.”

She moans and I feel her body soften underneath mine but only a second later her whole body tenses up and I look down at her, afraid she’s doing something she might not want to. That time I do see her eyes fear of something close to regret so it only takes me a second to fly from her and stand on my feet.

“Are you okay?” I ask her.

She sits up. She is flushed and her chest is going up and down in a frenzy. Her hair is a mess from having had my fingers tangled on it but no one has ever looked this pretty.

“Yeah. I just needed a moment.”

After her moment we walk inside and she reaches for her phone. I really don’t want her to leave but I know she’s going to tell me she’s got to as soon as she turns to face me. The way she smiles at me takes my breath away. How is she even real?

“I have to go.” She whispers as she walks towards me and wraps her arms around my neck, smiling at me.

I smile back at her, wrapping my arms around her waist and trying very hard to control my eyes so they don’t fall back to her lips but I’ve already kissed her so I just can’t think about anything else. She smiles and closes the gap between us pressing her devilish lips against mine again. I can’t get enough.

“Sorry about earlier.” She smiles sheepishly at me, her cheeks blushing, and my heart breaks a little.

“Hey” I frown “don’t. Don’t ever be sorry about telling me to stop. I am the one who’s sorry, I-”

“No.” She shakes her head. “Just...” She bites her bottom lip. I don’t know what she wants. “I have to go.”

I nod, pecking her lips before I intertwine our hands and walk her to the door.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you?”

“No, I’m okay, thank you.” She smiles as I lean my side on the doorframe.

“Okay.” I give in. “Please text me when you get home?”

“I will. Thanks for tonight.”

From Jamie: Already home. Thanks for tonight really. That was the best kiss I’ve ever been given x

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captainmarvels · 7 years

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Caro’s Game of Prompts writing challenge masterlist

Note: titles marked with a ** ARE NSFW/18+ content - NO MINORS

Steve Harrington x Reader masterlist [all fics]

Headcanon/Blurb masterlist

Joe Keery:

**bad behavior [NSFW]

Summary: Joe’s a merciless teaser, and you decide to get back at him the best way you know how.

Champion (angst/fluff)

Summary: All he wants to do is prove how much he loves you.

Scared to Be Lonely (angst/fluff)

Summary: Is there more to this than just the two of you?

safe haven (angst/fluff)

Summary: Eggsy’s safe haven is in the last place he would’ve thought to look.

know no better [angst//fluff]

Summary: Eggsy’s got a weakness - you. || Kingsman/Marvel au!crossover

sweet love [fluff]

Summary: Eggsy knows he can only run so far from love, because his heart belongs to only one person - you.

Taron Egerton:

Say What? (fluff)

Summary/Request: Why must he be like this?

SERIES:

** wicked games [ceo!/sugar daddy!au - NSFW]

Summary: In which Tom Holland, overwhelmed by his personal demons, seeks comfort in the only ways he knows how; spending money and rough fucking. The hotheaded CEO with major daddy issues can’t seem to get it quite right when it comes to you, but is there hope for his heart?

ONE SHOTS:

Sleepy*

You and Tom spend quality time together in his trailer.

Now or Never* (angst // song fic)

Summary: Golden boy has met his match; but will she be his?

Quit Staring

Summary: Tom won’t quit staring. (lol)

**Slow Hands* (NSFW)

Summary: Don’t get caught. Simple, right?

Last Forever* (angst / fluff)

Request: Do you think you could do something where the reader is dating Tom and they barely see each other bc of Tom’s work and bc of that they get into a ridiculous fight about it over the phone and it ends really badly. Tom feels bad about all the nasty words that were said so he goes home and surprises her there’s just a bunch of fluff at the end?!

still got time (fluff // dry humping)

Summary: Tom doesn’t want to let you go to class, so he gives you a little taste of what you’ll be missing while you’re gone.

cozy nights (fluff)

Summary: The holidays + Tom; could there possibly be anything better?

SERIES:

Secrets || [COMPLETED]

Summary: Peter Parker is your kind, loving boyfriend of 2 years, who also just happens to be the web slinger, Spider-Man. And even though you support what he’s doing, you can’t seem to escape the thought that Peter is getting lost in this new superhero world.

ONE SHOTS:

Goddess*

Request: hi! could i request a piece where reader and Peter don’t know they like each other and Peter gets mad (and confesses!) when he sees reader with Flash or some other guy he doesn’t like??

Love Photographs

Date idea: going out on a photoshoot with them and they go in to alter your hair and as they push it behind your ear they lean in and kiss you slowly.

Mi Corazón*

Summary: Peter tries to flirt with you in Spanish after seeing you freak out over tickets for one of your favorite Latinx performers - Prince Royce.

One More Time*

Summary: When you are assigned to work with your old friend Peter, will the past stir up new trouble?

Hard Times*

Request: Peter Parker x Reader where the reader gets kidnapped for leverage and gets tortured but Peter comes to save her.

Imagínate* || [latinx!reader]

Summary: Peter gets some very much needed ayuda en español.

Anakin Skywalker:

King of the Game [fratboy!au - series]

bad together [angst/fluff]

Summary: Frank’s got a secret, and it’s killing him.

heartbeat [fluff]

Summary: Frank needs you close.

**kiss after kiss [fluff/smut, NSFW]

Summary: Nice and slow. Soft and steady. Frank wants to make his favorite girl feel good.

show me love [fluffy fluff]

Summary: Frank wants to show that he loves everything about you.

To the Rescue (Uncle Chris)

Summary: Chris recruits your help when he’s babysitting his brother’s kids.

Hit the Books (college professor au) || evanstan x reader

Summary: jealousy is no one’s friend

**Learn Your Lesson || part two of Hit the Books (NSFW, 18+ ONLY)

ONE SHOTS:

bittersweet || {1} {2}

Summary: Steve lost you once, and he doesn’t want to risk it again. Too bad he only has three months. | modern AU

boundless [angst]

Summary: Sweet loves with a bittersweet ending. || modern au

one part of him [fluff]

Summary: In which you talk about your favorite thing about Steve.

un amor unico [fluff]

Summary: In which you can’t help but daydream about the love of your life.

Miscellaneous:

Take It or Leave It (angst // fluff) || Lance Tucker x Reader

Summary: “I’m yours, in every way you’ll have me.” || Lance comforts you after a bad break-up, and accidentally reveals a secret.

Early Morning [Warning: mention of physical domestic abuse] (angst // fluff) || Lance Tucker x Reader

Summary: Lance seems to have found his soft spot, thanks to you.

new rules [flirty fluff] || Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Same dating game, with some brand new rules.

Muñeca Traicionera

Summary: Bucky Barnes x Latinx!reader || Sam wants to play a trick on Bucky. How long will it take for him to figure it out?

seven signs

summary: Bucky feels like he’s falling in love.

clueless

summary: Scary movies lead to protective cuddles leads to… you and Bucky?

teddy bear

summary: Sebastian is a fuzzy teddy bear!!

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softcallofdutyimagines · 3 years

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Hello!! Can we have an couple of HCs of the safehouse bois (COD: Cold War) loving their curvy fem s/o? (and maybe trying to make her feel happy in her body if she's insecure of feels weird?)

Thankie and sorry for the oddly specific request 😅

Djsjsjsj ok ik you have like two other requests, and they'll be coming!!! But this struck such a mood I had to skip the line lol.

Honestly, like the way I tried to treat myself to some ✨ s p i c e y ✨ lingerie that just arrived and it fits literally everywhere else except that, ofc the cup size is an absolute JOKE, i-

Anyway, I digress lmao. Thank you for the request(s) btw, and enjoy!!!

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Adler

Personally, he doesn't strike me as the kind of guy to have a particularly strong preference for any one "type"

But in the era where the super tall, super slim, super models reign supreme, he understands that sometimes it's hard to feel pretty if you're built like anything else

After all, I don't think any of the guys know how it feels to see yourself as "unattractive" more then he does

I mean, if he'd been cut a little deeper or on a different angle, he could've needed whole skin grafts, or even physical therapy for his jaw

And who wants a guy as messed up and broken down as that, right?

But you... Oh, you're gorgeous

Adler is very soft and gentle when it comes to his appreciation for you and your body

While he does know how to express himself, he's not really the grand gesture type, like some of the others are

He is the biggest self love hypocrite, always quick to get down on himself and his facial scars, but absolutely cannot STAND to see you upset over you body

You chide him for this now and then, but he usually jokes it away

I know I said Adler doesn't really have a type, but don't think for a second that he'd pass up on a great thing when he gets it

I don't want to say "handsy" but he definitely likes to just... Touch you, when you're alone together

Not even necissarily in a sexual way, he just likes to appreciate the shape of you, you know?

Very into hugs from behind, or really at any angle, as long as he gets to feel his arms around your waist

Also, you can catch him absent mindedly caressing your hips with his knuckles or a lone finger whenever he's standing around with you

Hudson

Oh y'all ain't ready for this one lmao

I am 99% certain that behind that steely facade, is a man who loves nothing more then a THICC juicy Queen™

I'm so serious, like the curvier the better for this dirty dog lmao

The best part is, that the fun isn't in that he just goes feral when you two are alone (although he certainly could, in a rare mood)

He's actually really shy about it, and he doesn't want you to feel like that's the only reason he loves you

And while you do appreciate the respect he has for you, you'd be lying if you said you didn't like to tease him

A favorite of yours is to walk into his home office half or fully naked and watch him, very obviously, struggle to stay focused on his paper work

He knows he's weak, but damn it he can never last long before giving in and handing over whatever kind of attention you're seeking

You know, whatever that may be 😏

When you're feeling insecure however, he can sense it immediately and always seeks to get to the bottom of whatever is causing you to feel that way

Although he's rather direct, he's tactful and tries his best to know the right thing to say

He's a great listener, and will never hesitate to tell you how beautiful and special you are to him

Lazar

Lmao, I don't think there is any universe in which Lazar would not be in full support of being with a curvy woman

Especially as a big guy himself, you two are an absolute power couple

He is both literally and metaphorically your biggest hype man when it comes to your appearance

Also, 10/10 likes to give you gifts of clothes and the like that he thinks you might appreciate/look pretty darn good in

Honestly, it is rare to feel down about your body when in a relationship with him, but everyone gets insecure sometimes, and he gets that

Thankfully, he's a master comforter, and is always at the ready to give you the treatment you need to feel better

Typically you can expect snacks and cuddles if you're just feeling sad, and stuff like a massage or body kisses and so forth if you need a reminder that you're literally the most gorgeous woman on earth

Oh, and he's very protective of you and defensive of your looks

I kind of hate to use this terminology lmao, but Lazar is the Alpha™ everywhere he goes, and he has no problem reminding other guys of it

So if he sees someome else checking you out, he'll be sure to block their view and do something like make direct eye contact until they leave you be

Have you ever had a 6'4, powerlifter looking, tank of a man sneer directly at you before?

Not a good feeling, I assure you

Needless to say, you don't have to put up with much, if any harassment or other stupidity on Lazar's watch

Mason

Alex strikes me as the type who doesn't buy into the paper thin beauty standard that society like to push

Obviously that's great if you're just naturally thin and all! But mostly he's totally down for the curvy, "built like a brick house" type of woman

He appreciates the way that you can keep up with him when he has to do physical things around or outside the house

Alaska is a rather unforgiving place after all, so he finds great comfort in the support and companionship you have to offer him

You're like his little amazonian goddess, and he's always in awe of not only how unbelievably beautiful you are, but also how hardy and tough you can be

In fact, you and your body are so normalized and loved by him in his mind that it genuinely catches him off guard when you say you're feeling insecure about it

But in times like that, he loves to tell you how beautiful your body is, not just for the way it looks but for the things it can do

You're built so strong and tough, but also soft and feminine... he can't even think about being with anyone else

He's very into body worship, like Lazar is, but Alex is a lot more gentle and is extremely conscious of making sure you're alright as he goes along kissing and caressing

If he could only show you how beautiful you are to him, he would in a heartbeat, but for now he just hopes his words and actions are enough

Sims

Oh, you already know Sims loves a thicc, curvy snack of a woman lmao

Skinny guys always love the curvy ladies

He doesn't really go feral when you two are alone, but he's not exactly shy about having this hands all over you either

For sure he always greets you with a compliment, whether it be a look, a whistle, or words... he's prepared

Also, he's very vocal in having you understand that there is not a single outfit you look "bad" or "unflattering" in, even if it's just sweats and a t-shirt

In fact, he is so confident in you, that he loves to show you off when he can and if you're comfortable

Always introduces you as "his girl" and is never afraid to point out your new outfit, hair-do, nails, ect

I feel that Lawrence would be another case where it's quite rare indeed to feel insecure about your body, and so when such times do arise he takes it seriously

He's basically a gentler, more emotional version of Hudson

By that I mean, he's the type to want to talk it out (if you're up to it) and ask what's wrong or if someone said something to you

You'll always have a reliable listener and food advice giver in him, and somehow that seems to always do the trick

Woods

Honestly, Woods is Hudson part 2, except that he has all the vocalized pride of loving curvy women as Sims and Lazar

He's still careful to make sure he doesn't come off as a creep or something, mind you, but complimenting and loving on your body just comes naturally to him

Extremely handsy in private, and you've definitely swatted his hands away from your hips, waist, back, ect more then once

In public, I wouldn't exactly say "handsy" but he's determined to make sure everyone knows you're with him

He usually escorts you places with a hand gently placed either just above your tailbone or protectively wrapped around your waist

As independent as you may be, you must admit, it's nice to feel like a princess everywhere you go, escorted around by your knight in shining flannel

He'll even offer you his arm if he's feeling particularly gentlemanly, because yes, miracles can happen

Unfortunately, Frank is probably the worst wordsmith of all the gang, and is next to clueless on what to say if you're feeling down and insecure

At least to his credit he'll usually start off by admitting to that fact before giving it a try

"Well, you know I'm shit with words, but... I hope you also know that I love you the way you are"

Thankfully what he lacks in words, he makes up for in physical affection

Even if you're really only comfortable with some cuddling, he's gonna cuddle you so good!!! He's determined and will stop at nothing

After all, whatever it takes to make you feel every bit as amazing as he knows you are

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