#my life always was intertwined w music as a whole and so no surprise i adore esc haha

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Regulus Black Fluff Alphabet

regulus x gn! reader

requested by anon

warnings; brief mentions of food and anxiety

from this alphabet

A - Affection; how they like to show their love.

Regulus does a lot through touch and reassuring looks/smiles. He finds it hard sometimes to express just how he feels about you, especially considering expressions of love were severely lacking in his life. But when he holds your hand or caresses your face, he feels as if he's spilling all his secrets, and hopes that you understand them.

B - Beauty; what do they especially admire about you?

Your warmth. At first it was practically disarming, but overtime he learned to embrace it and miss it when it was absent, when you were absent. It would be so different to what he was used to, especially with the people closest to him. But he would adore the change that was you.

C - Cuddles; how they like to cuddle you.

Most of the time he likes to have his arms around you, sitting up slightly while you lay against his chest. There's a sense of safety he finds in knowing that you can hear his heartbeat and that it doesn't scare you off. But sometimes, he likes it when you take him in your arms and he can nuzzle in the crook of your neck.

D - Dancing; their favourite place to dance with you.

He is simply a hopeless romantic, and loves to dance with you when it's dark and raining outside, when the two of you are almost completely alone. He loves watching you smile as the rain seeps into your clothes and dampens your hair, and when you rest your head on his chest for some shelter.

E - Excitement; do they get excited with you about things?

Regulus likes to understand things before he gets excited about them with you. If you come running to him with an elated expression and start rambling about whatever brought you this pleasure, he'd want to know why. He'd want to understand you and relate to you. Almost always, he'd become just as excited as you.

F - First Date; your first date together.

The Astronomy Tower. Regulus would want to be alone with you, without prying or judging eyes. It wouldn't be much, maybe some snacks and a drink he brought for you, but he would want to hear you talk and laugh and to see you smile. He'd want to know your likes and dislikes, the memories you cherished, and things you looked back on and laughed at.

G - Goals; do they have things they want to achieve? Do they include you in these things?

For Regulus, his future goals remain largely unclear. Before you, he thought it was simple, but afterwards it would become far more complicated. With the weight of his family, and Sirius' abandonment making it heavier, he would often try to avoid the thought. But if you ever brought it up, he'd tell you that wherever you were, he would be.

H - Honesty; how open are they with you?

Very. Trust is something extremely important to him. While he may not tell you everything the second it happens, he does have every intention of letting you see every side of him, even the parts he wished would vanish from existence. Upon getting to know you, the trials of his family would be revealed slowly, rather than all at once, so he didn't overwhelm you. Of course, he'd be terrified, but he knew it was better that way, and he knew that you would love him all the same.

I - I Love You; do they say it a lot? did they say it first?

Regulus does not say it first, though he'd be sure he felt it first. He confesses straight after you, though, and gradually says it more and more over time. Expressing his feelings would not come easy, and sometimes, rather than tell you how much he appreciated you for listening or how beautiful he thought you were, he simply said 'I love you' in replacement, hoping that it would be enough.

J - Jealousy; do they get jealous?

Not necessarily jealous, but rather insecure. When he sees you laughing with someone else, he'd wonder whether they were better suited to you--they were warmer, more free, happier. Perhaps he brought you down, perhaps he weighed you down, and though he didn't express these insecurities out loud, he'd always seem to be easily read by you. And you'd always be there to reassure him when you needed to.

K - Kiss; their favourite place to kiss you.

Your hands. For Regulus, hands mean so much, represent so much, and yours are his to kiss and hold as much as he pleases. To him it would feel incredibly intimate, despite the fact that your hands can touch others, but that they're only his to kiss and hold. People can always get close, but never as close as he can.

L - Little Spoon; who’s the little spoon?

The majority of the time, you are the little spoon. He likes the idea that he is able to protect you, actually make you feel safe and wanted; it's one of the things he prides himself on. But, there woulds be times when he needed to feel that, and revelled in the warmth of your embrace tightening around him, holding him close.

M - Melody; what’s your song together?

I think your song together would be 'I Want to Hold Your Hand' by The Beatles.

N - Nicknames; do they use nicknames for you?

Yes a few. Some of them would include 'treasure' and/or 'my treasure' because he adores you and could not think of anything better than you. For him, you are what people search for their whole lives, sometimes without ever finding it. And, because he speaks French, ‘mon chéri /ma chérie' for definite.

O - Open Book; how hard was it to get to know them?

It wasn't necessarily hard, just gradual. However, you would have always suspected that Regulus did not have it easy and were content with him going at his own pace, and appreciating that he was brave enough to reveal it all to you. It never seemed too slow, rushed, or overwhelming--he picked his timings well and never let things become too heavy. He'd also be very conscious that everyone had their own burdens, and would make sure he always left time and room for you to air anything you wanted or needed.

P - PDA; how affectionate they are in public.

Not very much at all. He prefers to show you his love when it's just the two of you. But he isn't afraid to let other people know that you're in a relationship, and will often intertwine his fingers with yours, whisper things in your ear, and kiss your temple.

Q - Quirk: a weird but loveable trait of theirs.

He never signs his name, he always signs R.A.B. Even when it's small notes to you, little love letters, or ordinary letters, he will never sign it as Regulus, but with his full initials.

R - Romance; how romantic are they?

So much. He loves leaving you love notes, writing love letters to you, slow dancing with you, playing music for you, watching the stars with you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, snuggling up in bed with you with a good book. He loves to do it all.

S - Secrets; do they keep secrets from you?

Not really. Perhaps only ones he thinks would unnecessarily hurt you, like what his family says about you. He doesn't tell you because he doesn't think it matters, they don't matter to him, only you do, and he wants their words to mean nothing.

T - Thrill; do they like to keep the relationship new and exciting?

He likes to, and he tries. He certainly likes surprising you, even if only to see that smile. He likes taking you places, learning your favourite songs on the piano simply because you like hearing them, taking you on spontaneous trips or dates. He's not on for grand, public gestures, but he still keeps excitement in the relationship his own way. But he also knows when things need to be slow and calm, and doesn't mind it either way.

U - Understanding; how they comfort/support when you’re upset or anxious.

He knows that most things said would be wrong, even if they were intended to be reassuring and understanding. Even when you talk about what's bothering you or don't, it can be hard to say the right thing. So instead, he takes you in his arms, rubs your back, kisses your cheek and gets you any comfort foods that you wish for. Sometimes, words speak far less than actions.

V - Vexed; how easily they lose their temper.

With his family, and even with Sirius, Regulus can lose his temper very quickly, but you understand that their relationship has not been easy, nor do you care for his family. With you, it's rare that he loses his temper or raises his voice at you. When he does, there are usually other factors that have contributed to his mood, and he is quick to apologise afterwards.

W - Weakness; what’s their weakness what it comes to you?

Your smile. So easily it can make him feel like he's falling from the stars, watching the constellations become smaller and smaller as he slips into the earth's atmosphere, burning and smiling and falling completely in love with you every time he sees it.

X - Xtra; random hc about them.

Regulus likes to speak in French to you when there are things he is too afraid to say or things he thinks sound more romantic when said in another language. Even if you can understand him, there's something less nerve-racking about saying it in French, it's almost like he's playing himself in another world, but still hopelessly in love with you.

Y - Years to Come; how they imagine your future together.

He doesn't like to think about the future often because he knows how easily it can change and fail to meet your expectations. He only hopes that he is with you, facing whatever is to come. He prefers to focus on the present, where he already is with you.

Z - Zzz; how they are when they sleep.

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Are we supposed to kiss?

Alive!Reggie Peters x Reader AU

Request from Anon: okay but could you PLEASE do a fake dating trope imagine w reggie? like he has a crush on carrie and she has a crush on luke && they start fake dating each other before they ultimately fall for the other?🥺🤍

A/N: Hope you enjoy my dear! 

WC: 6.5K

MASTER

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Lunch was usually the only time of day you had the chance to hang out with your friends without the distraction of class, teachers, and homework. Your class was right next to the lunchroom, meaning you were luckily one of the first students to buy food and save a table. You always enjoyed the few minutes you had to yourself, you loved your friends but sometimes a breather between class and friends is needed. But today, someone decided to interrupt your alone time.

Reggie Peters, your best friend since second grade took the seat across from you, making you tug the earbud out of your ear to talk to him. “What’s up, Reggie?”

“We’re friends, right?”

His question threw you as you furrowed your brows. “Uh, I guess you can call us that.” You answered, slightly mocking him.

“Good! Then I need you to go on a date with me.”

You blinked at him, seeing the happy smile on his face before you let your mouth open. “Um, yeah. I’m gonna need a little more of an explanation here.”

Reggie’s face faltered as he glanced around nervously before leaning closer to you, beckoning you to do the same. You sighed but did so. “You’re good friends with Carrie.” You hummed his correctness. “I like Carrie.”

“You like Carrie?”

Reggie’s cheeks started to darken at your surprised question. “I like Carrie.”

You were shocked to hear Reggie liked Carrie. You’ve known everything about him for years, but this was not something you noticed. “Wait, if you like Carrie, then why are you asking me on a date?”

“Well, I figured if we pretend to date around Carrie, then maybe she’ll see what a great boyfriend I am.” You had to admit that Reggie’s thinking made just the tiniest bit of sense, but this whole ordeal was unexpected.

“Why don’t you just ask Carrie out on a date?”

“Well, I assume it’s the same reason you won’t out Luke.” Reggie’s comment made you choke on the water you were drinking, and your throat burned as you tried to breathe again. Reggie’s eyes widened as he scrambled to your side and started rubbing your back, helping you as best he could as you finally stopped choking and turned to face him.

“How the hell do you know about that?” you whispered harshly. How Reggie knew about your crush on his bandmate was beyond you and you slightly feared that Luke knew as well.

“Y/N, I’m going to be honest with you because you’re my best friend.” He put his hand on top of yours resting on the table as he suddenly became serious. “You’re not that good at hiding the fact you’re undressing him with your eyes.”

You snatched your head back from him as your mouth fell open and Reggie let out an uncontrollable laugh at your reaction. “I- I don’t undress him with my eyes!” you squeaked out and buried your face in your hands, feeling your cheeks heat as you leaned into Reggie’s open embrace.

“You do, but it’s okay! I think I’m the only one who’s noticed.” He tried to console you and you only whined as he wrapped his arms around you, smiling at your reaction before you pulled out of his arms.

“That only makes me feel a little better.” Reggie smiled at you as you nudged his shoulder with his.

“So, what do you say? Help a guy out? We can even use this to your advantage with Luke!”

Before you had the chance to answer him, your friends started pouring in the table around you and your eyes widened along with Reggie’s. “What are you doing here, Reggie? Don’t you usually eat with your band?” Carrie asked him as she took the spot Reggie first sat in. Reggie and you exchanged looks, trying to figure out what to say.

You took the lead. “We’re… dating now.”

Your friends fell silent and you had to keep from shrinking under their gazes. “OMG that’s great!” Carrie smiled at you and you relaxed. “I’m so happy for you two.”

“Thanks Care.” You knew she was being real with you. Although Carrie can be harsh when she wants, she’s never been anything but nice to you.

“Wait…” Kayla mumbled, moving her head out to look at the two of you. “I thought you two were already dating.”

“No! Nope!” you blurted out along with a nervous batch of giggles, seeing Reggie looked amusedly at you. “I just mean- we weren’t dating yet. Right, Reg?”

He nodded before meeting your eyes and smiling. “That’s right, babe.”

Babe.

Yeah, that was going to take some getting used to.

“Well, Reggie, you’re welcome to eat lunch with us if you want.” Nick extended an olive branch and Reggie happily took it, pulling your food closer to him and stealing some of your chips.

“Uh, excuse me!” you grabbed your chip back from him before he could eat it and popped it in his mouth. “I think Nick meant eat your own food.” Reggie just smirked and reached for your water, but as you were grabbing it and trying to stop him, he snuck another chip and ate it with satisfaction.

“Ha! I win.” Reggie chuckled and you shook your head at him.

“You guys are so cute.” Carrie put her hand on her heart.

“Well, it’s easy to be cute when you’ve got a boyfriend as great as Reggie.” You glanced between him and Carrie, seeing her nod briefly before her attention was diverted to Nick next to her.

Reggie’s arm slipped with yours as he pulled you close enough to whisper. “I think this might be working.”

“I have to pretend to be your girlfriend, it better work.” You mumbled back with a smirk, knowing Reggie would know you’re joking. The whispers between you two were dropped as you and Reggie joined with your friends and to keep up the act, Reggie’s arm stayed laid across your shoulder.

When the bell rang to tell lunch was over, you said bye to all your friend’s and threw your bag over your shoulder to head to your next class. Before you could, Reggie grabbed your hand to keep you from leaving him.

“You comin’ over to the studio after school today?” Reggie asked and you stared in thought for a second, something that made him sigh dramatically. “Oh, just say yes! We can get started on the Luke part of the plan.”

“Reg, you don’t-“

“Nope! It’s a deal. You help with my crush and I help with yours.” He seemed determined to help you and while you didn’t want your best friend to insert himself in your love life as your actual boyfriend, you weren’t getting far doing what you were now.

“I can’t! I have Dirty Candy rehearsals today.”

“Just for a few minutes?”

You pressed your lips together in thought before shaking your head with a smile. “Fine, I’ll be there at 5.”

Reggie pumped his fist as you chuckled and when you reached the end of the hallway, where Reggie and you were supposed to go separate ways, he turned toward you.

“So, what now?” He asked before donning a goofy grin. “Are we supposed to kiss?”

“Yeah.” You laughed sweetly and stepped closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder that caused Reggie to widen his eyes slightly. “Try it and we’ll see what happens, babe.” You tapped his cheek with your hand before dropping it and walking pass him to your class. Reggie watched you walk away before shaking his head fondly and turning the other way.

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The band was hanging out in the studio after having taken a break from rehearsal. Reggie glanced at the clock behind him, tapping his foot as the clock showed a few minutes passed 5.

“Dude, what’s wrong with you?” Luke asked as he tossed his friend a water, hitting him in the chest before Reggie took a sip.

“Wrong? Nothing’s wrong, why?”

“Maybe because you keep glancing at the clock like it insulted you?” Alex pointed his drumstick at him getting Luke and Julie to laugh. Reggie sighed, falling into the chair next to him.

“Y/N said she’d be here at 5 and she’s late.” He said with a shrug.

The boy’s heads perked up. “Y/N’s coming?” Luke asked and Reggie felt a sense of pride that Luke was the one to ask, apparently happy by your future arrival.

“Yup.” Reggie answered shortly. “We’ve got some news.”

“Oh yeah? What’s up?” Julie asked, wiggling her brows at him.

Reggie’s mouth opened but before he could say anything, the door to the studio opened and you walked in. “Where’s the music! I was promised music!” You faked anger as you walked over to where they were all hanging around and you leaned on the chair Reggie was perched on.

“You’re late.” Reggie smiled up at you and you pouted playfully, bopping his nose.

“Aw, did you miss me already?” Reggie rolled his eyes as you laughed at his reaction.

“No, I just wanted to make sure I had enough time to see you before your practice started.” Your amused face melted into a soft smile and Reggie’s own smile sprung to life at the same time.

“What’s this news that’s Reggie’s talking about?” Luke called out, making your eyes narrow at the fact Reggie had started to tell them already.

You pulled your eyes off Reggie and looked to your friends, seeing their states of confusion as you motioned for Reggie to talk. He stood up and moved in front of them all, pulling you to stand next to him. His hand slipped into yours and you both looked down at your intertwined hands before meeting eyes. Despite Reggie being your best friend, you’ve never really held his hands like this and stood so close. It was… well, it wasn’t unwanted.  

Reggie was the first to pull his eyes away, making you take a deep breath as he cleared his throat. “Y/N and I are dating.”

“No way!” Julie shouted as she sat up in her seat, her jaw dropping and you smiled at her before nodding.

“Hey, that’s cool, guys. Congrats, We’re happy for you.” Alex got up, coming to give you and Reggie hugs much like Julie and Luke did.

“Thanks guys.” Reggie told them, getting a pat on the back from Luke.

You sucked in a breath as Luke moved to you, pulling you in for a short but tight hug. You tried not to hug him too much, but as you got closer to him, it was hard. He stayed next to you as the four of you stood talking, placing himself right between you and Julie.

“Why did it take so long for you guys to get together?” Alex furrowed his brows and you and Reggie both looked at each other with slacked jaws, unsure how to answer that question because technically you weren’t together.

“Come on, Alex.” Luke spoke up. “Who cares if it took them years, at least they finally figured it out.” You didn’t want to ask Luke what that meant as you and Reggie laughed softly in agreement, thankful for the avoidance of answering.

Your phone dinged in your pocket and you and Reggie exchanged a glance, both of you knowing that was Carrie asking where you were. “That’s my cue.” You joked and patted Reggie’s back.

“Did you drive?” Julie asked, looking for your keys only to come up empty.

You shook your head. “No, I left my keys in my dance bag and I left my dance bag at Carrie’s when Kayla drove me home last night. I was just going to take the bus.” You told her and her eyes bugged out of her head.

“Why on earth would you do that?”

You shrugged. “Cause it’s too far to walk?”

Julie looked at Reggie, followed by Alex’s gaze, then Luke’s and Reggie stood there like a deer in headlights before he caught on to what his friends were trying to get him to do. “Oh, I’ll drive you!” he blurted out, receiving nods from his friends and a chuckle from you.

“It’s alright, Reg. I don’t mind taking the bus and I’m not going to pull you from practice just to drive me.”

“I’m driving you!” Reggie smirked.

You looked to your friends. “You’re cool if I steal him for a bit?”

“Of course.” Luke smiled at you, glancing from you to Reggie then back. “He’s your boyfriend.”

You forced a smile and started toward the door with Reggie on your heels. When you were out of the others hearing range, you turned to Reggie, making him run into you slightly before he stopped himself, putting his hands on your shoulders for balance as you both stumbled. “Does this feel weird to you? The whole fake dating? Cause it doesn’t feel right to me.”

Reggie frowned slightly as he shrugged. “I mean, kinda? I guess, seeing how happy everyone was felt a little weird.”

“And Kayla’s comment!”

“Exactly!” you and Reggie both chuckled under your breaths, remembering how awkward you had been after that moment. Reggie’s face softened when he saw you tug your lip between your teeth, letting your eyes fall to the ground. “For what it’s worth, I wouldn’t fake date anyone else.”

You picked your head up, seeing the small blush on his face. “For what it’s worth, I don’t think anyone else is dumb enough to fake date you.” Reggie’s laugh bubbled out of him, making yours do the same but before you could say more, the door to the studio opened.

Both of your heads snapped to the side, only to see Luke looking between you two embarrassed. You only became aware of Reggie’s hands that were still on your shoulders when he pulled them off and took a step back. If you weren’t aware of what Reggie and you were really talking about in that position, you would’ve assumed Reggie and you just kissed, which is exactly what Luke assumed.

“Hey, uh, you left your keys.” You quirked your brow at Reggie who proceeded to pat his pockets before Luke held up the keys and you rolled your eyes, holding your hand out to take them.

Luke tossed you the keys before heading back inside and you put your hands on your hips. Reggie looked embarrassed. “Look, we were going to find out I left them when we got to the car, he saved us from having to come back.”

“Um, I pretty sure he saved you from having to come back.” You nudged your shoulder against his as the two of you set off. “Besides, I’m pretty sure he thought we were kissing.”

“So?” Reggie guffawed. “That’s what we wanted right? Now I can go back and say what a good kisser you are.”

You rolled your eyes, feeling your cheeks heat up. “You don’t know, I could be an awful kisser and you’re setting me up for failure.” You joked but Reggie just sighed dramatically.

“You’re not a bad kisser, Y/N.”

“You don’t know that!”

You finally reached his car, hoping into the front seat as he jumped in the driver’s seat. “You’re a good kisser.”

“But how do you-“

“Because it’s impossible for someone like you to be awful at kissing of all things.” Your arguments stopped as Reggie looked at you, raising his brows and silently daring you to challenge him.

You didn’t challenge him, only leaning back in your seat and glancing out the window, bringing a hand to hold in front of your mouth to hide the smile that involuntarily came up. Reggie kept glancing at you as he drove down Julie’s street, wondering if he made things awkward. His worries were put to rest when you reached over to the music player, turning it on and turning up the volume as you bobbed your head to the music.

“Be honest, Reg. Did you offer to drive me because you’d get to see Carrie?” Reggie tried to the hide the look on his face as you accused him. There were a lot of reasons Reggie offered to drive you: He didn’t want you to take the bus, the looks his friends were giving him, knowing your boyfriend driving you to practice would surely sell the act, not wanting you to have to take the public bus; Knowing he’d get to see Carrie was just a bonus.

Your laugh pulled Reggie out of his thoughts as he looked between you and the road. “Oh yeah? Well, you just came to rehearsal to see Luke!”

The sounds of your laughs only doubled. “That was the point, Reginald!” He couldn’t help but laugh with you, knowing his counter wasn’t good at all. You pulled into Carrie’s place faster than you thought you would as Reggie put the car in park, his hand hovering overing over the gear shift before you rolled your eyes and turned off the car. “You’re allowed inside.”

You climbed out, hearing Reggie do the same. “Oh wait, come here.” Reggie told you and you listened, coming to the front of the car to meet Reggie who was offering out his flannel to you. You took it slowly, looking up at him curiously. “I just want Carrie to know that I’m the type of guy who lets his girl wear his clothes.” You nodded, understanding completely as you slipped the jacket over your shirt, fixing yourself before presenting yourself to Reggie.

“How do I look? Like your girlfriend?”

Reggie froze at the addition to your question because, if he was being honest with himself, he always wanted his girlfriend to wear his flannel or jacket. And on you-

“You look really good.” Reggie straightened his head, ignoring the weird look you were giving him as he faced the house. “You ready for rehearsal?”

You nodded, locking your arm with his as you headed inside. “You’re late again!” Carrie smirked at you when you opened the door, seeing her in the kitchen filling her water bottle.

“Can I plead loss of time?” you asked, glancing to Reggie and watching him give Carrie a little wave. Carrie looked between the two of you for a moment, her eyes drifting down to the flannel before she let out a small hum.

Carrie started past you, a small smirk on her lips. “I’ll give you 1 minute.”

When she was gone, your eyes widened. “You really like her like that?” you questioned, scratching your head.

Reggie’s mouth fell open as he looked between you and where Carrie departed several times. “I mean, yeah, I just-“

“Reg, it’s cool. I was just kidding; you don’t have to explain yourself.” You put a hand on his shoulder to comfort him. “Thank you for driving me, I appreciate it.”

“Yeah, uh, if you need a ride back, let me know.”

“I’ll probably catch one with Kayla.” You shrugged before Reggie caught the mysterious glint in your eye. “Or I can ask Carrie if I could spend the night and I’ll talk you up!”

“You don’t have to do that.” Reggie said but he wasn’t sure why. The whole point was to talk each other up to their respective crushes.

“Why not? Maybe I’ll tell her what a good kisser you are.” You smirked as you started walking backwards, not hearing if Reggie disagreed before you were gone.

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“Check it out, yeah, we make ‘em say, “Wow””

You were out of breath as the song finished, you and the rest of your group striking your poses for a moment before Carrie stepped forward and broke formation, meaning the rest of you could. “5-minute break, then we run again.” She said and you nodded before heading over to your bag and water and collapsing on the floor. You closed your eyes, focusing on taking deep breaths as you drank your water.

“You seem distracted today.” Carrie took the spot next to you, drinking from her own bottle.

You furrowed your brows, swishing your water in your mouth as you thought. “Do I?”

She hummed, glancing around to the other girls before scooting closer to you. “You and Reggie?”

Your brows quirked up from their previous position as you let out a soft laugh. “What about me and Reggie?”

She shrugged. “I didn’t know you liked him like that.”

“What’s not to like?” You questioned before getting an idea in your head, one that could paint Reggie out perfectly to Carrie. “I mean, He’s literally the kindest person I know, he’s always there for me and always knows how to cheer me up. He’s my best friend, he knows everything about me and I know everything about him-“

“Okay, Okay!” Carrie laughed, throwing an arm over your shoulder. “You don’t have to convince me you’re in love with him.”

“I-I’m not in love with him.” You defended instantly. Despite needing to put up this act, you didn’t need Carrie to think she doesn’t have a shot. She gave you a look though, one that told you she didn’t believe you. “Carrie, I’m not in love with him.”

“Got it.”

There was a silence that unnerved you. “That’s all you’re going to say?”

She patted your shoulder. “No, I believe you. You’re not in love with your boyfriend.” Well, when you put it like that…

“I mean, it’s not like I-I won’t be?” you winced when you heard how dumb you sounded. If Reggie could hear you right now, he’d hate you for most likely ruining this plan.

“Whatever you say Y/N, just know that everyone can see the way you look at each other.”

Much to your fortune, Carrie’s phone rang. It was something regarding a possible gig for the group, but you were thankful it pulled her away from the conversation. You let your head rest against your knees as you relaxed, occasionally bringing it up to drink but you couldn’t help but think about what Carrie said.

---

As Reggie got back to his house that night after a few more hours of rehearsal, he was exhausted. All he wanted to do was fall asleep forever, but before he could, he had to make a call.

“Hello?” you sounded like you were just asleep when you answered, making Reggie chuckle.

“It’s only 10, Y/N. Are you already asleep?”

There was a quiet shuffle on from your side as Reggie assumed you struggled to sit up and cleared your throat. “Um… no?”

“Oh, that’s believable.” Reggie made you chuckle. “How was rehearsal?”

“Exhausting.” You sighed, noting how your limbs ached when they moved. “I might’ve overdone it a little.”

“You always overdo it.” Reggie reminded you, making you hum in agreement at all the times you’ve definitely worked harder in rehearsal than onstage.

“Well, it’s worth it. Carrie said we have a gig this Friday.”

“Ooh, can I come?”

You scrunched your face. “You want to? Don’t you have rehearsal that day?”

“I can skip it. I’m sure the others will understand when I tell them I want to go and support my girlfriend.” Reggie rolled his eyes and you could swear you heard it, or at least you knew Reggie enough to know for a fact he did so.

You thought for a second, playing with your blanket as you laid back in your bed. “I guess… it would be nice if I had someone there for me.”

“I’m always there for you!”

“Oh yeah, and as soon as Carrie’s free, you’re right by her side.”

Reggie paused. He entirely forgot that Carrie would even be there, it was her group but he was planning on going just for you. “Y/N, you know you’re still my best friend, right? I’m not going to just ditch you just because Carrie’s there.”

The sound of your chuckle made Reggie feel slightly better, the knowledge that you weren’t upset with him by any means. “I’ll hold you too that, Reginald.”

You yawned and Reggie held back a smile. “Do you want to go back to sleep?”

“Nah. I wanna talk to you for a little longer.” Reggie didn’t now what the small feeling in his stomach was at your words, but whatever it was, he enjoyed the feeling. “Besides, we have to talk about the specifics of this relationship.”

“Oh, right.” Reggie said nervously. “The specifics?”

“Uh-huh. I mean, both of us froze up today when Alex asked why we got together.”

“Yeah, that wasn’t our finer moments.” Reggie mumbled before raising his brow. “At least Luke came to your rescue.”

Your cheeks heated up instantly as you draped a hand over your face. “He came to OUR rescue.”

Reggie and you fell into a fit of laughs and before long, you were both silent and donning smiles of your own. The sound of you yawning again caused Reggie’s smile to fall slightly. “Go to sleep.”

“What if I don’t wanna?”

Thinking for a second, Reggie’s smile returned. “Do you remember last time you stayed at my house and I couldn’t sleep so you sang to me?” After hearing your hum of acknowledgment, Reggie took a deep breath before quietly singing your favorite song to you. He could hear you chuckle, but you listened nonetheless and eventually, Reggie heard your breathing fall even. “Y/N?” He whispered, wanting to make sure you were asleep and when you didn’t reply, he got his answer. “Goodnight, Y/N.” He said softly before hanging up, letting you get your rest and eventually finding his own.

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It’s been a few days since you and Reggie started this relationship and you had to admit, you were crossing a lot of boundaries with him that you hadn’t expected before. Pet names between the two of you seemed to be the funniest part. It seemed the moment one of you called the other a name like babe, baby, sweetie, or even love– which had to be the hardest to wrap your head around– the other did the same, making a game of it. You also hung out with each other’s friends more often.

You were about to meet Reggie at Julie’s so he could drive you to your rehearsal, something he’s done the past few days in hopes to see Carrie. He wasn’t supposed to have rehearsal today, but he told you he was most likely going to spend the afternoon at there. You adjusted your grip on your dance bag as you pulled the studio door open without knocking.

That was a huge mistake.

Instead of what you expected to be the four members of Julie and the Phantoms laying around and talking, you found just Julie and Luke and instead of talking, they were kissing. They pulled apart at the sound of your dance bag dropping from your grab and when they turned to you, your eyes widened and you quickly picked it back up. “I’m so, so sorry!” you told them. “I’ll just- I’ll just leave you to it.”

You didn’t let them get a word in before you were out the door and walking as fast as you could out of Julie’s residence. You had no clue where Reggie was but at that moment you didn’t want to think about anything relating to the fake dating or the plan to get Luke to like you. It was a stupid plan to begin with.

You didn’t bring your car because you thought Reggie would drive you, so with no plan, you ended at a bus station and hopped on the next bus to take you downtown. Dirty Candy’s performance was tomorrow and you knew rehearsal was mandatory, but the thought of having to go and rehearse made your sick fall.

You pulled out your phone, pulling up Carrie’s contact and listening to the ring. “Where are you?” Carrie asked immediately when she answered.

“I’m not going to be able to make it today. Something came up.” You mumbled, keeping your voice low to not disturb anyone else riding.

“Are you okay?!” Carrie’s worried tone made you shift awkwardly, hating that you were making her concerned.

“Uh, yeah. It’s- It’s nothing bad.”

“Good. We’ve got a performance tomorrow. You can’t just miss rehearsal the day before a performance, Y/N. You know the rules.”

You groaned, glancing out the window as the bus started to pull to a stop around a bunch of shops, including a smoothie place that you and Reggie found yourselves at frequently as you trudged off the bus. “Alright. I’ll be there.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m just going to be a little late.” You said quickly and hung-up hearing Carrie calling your name. She hated you being late. The smoothie place was barely packed as you bought yourself a smoothie and sat down in a booth in the back, letting yourself collapse in the seat.

Julie and Luke kissed. You watched them kiss and it wasn’t something that could be misconstrued. That wasn’t the hardest part to wrap your head around. What was troubling you was the fact that watching them kiss made you feel nothing. You weren’t mad or upset or jealous that Julie and Luke were possibly dating now. It was like you didn’t really care.

Your phone sounded, getting your attention as you looked down to see Reggie’s contact filling the screen. The other day, you were hanging out after school and decided to update your contacts to sell the fake dating. His picture on your phone was him smiling and you pressing a kiss to his cheek. Similarly, your picture on his phone was of him pressing a kiss to your cheek.

The call ended and you realized you’ve zoned out thinking about that day. It was only a second before Reggie called back and you were quick to answer. “Hey.” You said awkwardly, taking a sip of your smoothie.

“Hey, where are you? Alex and I came back into the studio and Julie and Luke said you just ran off. I thought I was supposed to drive you to practice.”

You sighed heavily, leaning back in your chair. “Yeah, after I walked in on Julie and Luke kissing, I kinda just ran out.”

Reggie froze at your words paired with such a carefree attitude. “Wait what?” He stumbled out, he glanced around the studio, seeing his other free friends busy in a conversation as he slipped outside. “Julie and Luke kissed?”

“Yup.”

“And you saw them?”

“With my own two eyes.”

“Wow.”

“My thoughts exactly.” You chuckled under your breath and Reggie’s heart sunk for you.

“Are you okay?”

There was a silence on your part as Reggie waited, unsure whether you were going to be honest with him but the sigh that released before you spoke told him you meant what you said. “Yeah. Yeah, I think I’m fine.”

Reggie’s brows scrunched together. “You’re fine?” You hummed and Reggie’s concern started to settle. “Well, where are you?”

“At our smoothie place.”

Reggie scoffed playfully. “Without me? Wow. Wait, don’t you have rehearsal?”

“Yeah, but I told Carrie I’d be late.”

“Oh, I’m sure she took that well.”

“I wouldn’t know. I hung up before she could yell at me.”

Reggie’s laugh made you grin widely. “Buy me a smoothie, I’ll pick you up.” He said before hanging up and you rolled your eyes before doing what he said. It barely took Reggie 5 minutes to get there, perfectly lining the time up with when his smoothie landed at your table. He didn’t say anything as he climb into the booth across from you.

“I don’t like this silence.” You admitted and narrowed your eyes at him. He just sighed, reaching out to take the smoothie you bought him and taking a long sip. You waited, your leg shaking as you groaned. “Will you say something? Please?”

“I’m just waiting for you to tell me how you’re really feeling.”

“Oh.” You rubbed your hands together, your eyes falling to the table. “I’m really fine. I guess, it makes sense Luke and Julie together. They’re much more suited to each other than Luke and I could ever be.” You finished off your statement with a sip and a smile.

“You’re really fine?” Reggie clarified and your demeanor softened as you nodded.

“I’m really fine, Reg. Thank you for making sure.”

“Of course. I’m always here for you.” You tried to bite back your smile as you looked out the window next to you before finally meeting Reggie’s eyes. You reached forward, grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze and Reggie and you were caught off guard by the skips in your hearts at the touch and seeing each other smile so dearly.

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Reggie’s felt weird all night after you grabbed his hand at the smoothie place. It wasn’t like you haven’t held his hand before, you’ve done it a lot this week, but something about that moment right then where no one was watching felt so intimate. He drove you to rehearsal, receiving a weird look from you when he decided to stay in the car instead of walking in to see Carrie and later that night when the two of you did your nightly phone calls, he stayed quiet most of the time, choosing to listen to you ramble on about how Carrie worked you harder than hard for being late.

Now, he was on his way to pick you up for your gig, something he promised that night that he would do. He pulled up in front of your house and honked, waiting a minute before the door opened and Reggie could see your blue wig from the street. He grinned at the sight, looking down at the sparkly shirt and pants you wore that matched the color. The only thing that didn’t matched was Reggie’s flannel hanging off your shoulders as you rushed to his car and threw your dance bag in the bag.

“Thanks for the ride!” you told him as you slid in next to him, seeing his eyes dart from you to the steering wheel as he cleared his throat.

“I told you before, it’s no problem.” Reggie and you started singing along to the music until he pulled into the venue. You were bouncing on the seat as Reggie hesitated before reaching for your hand, making you surprised by the action. “Don’t be nervous. You’re going to be great.” You should’ve known he picked up on your nerves, he always does.

You nodded and started out of the car, keeping Reggie’s hand in yours until you were inside and whisked away from him by your friends. You threw a look back as they pulled you to what was deemed ‘backstage’ and Reggie was watching you leave, a small smile on his face as he waved.

Reggie glanced around, trying to figure out what to do before he found an empty table and slid into a seat. The band that was onstage kept his boredom from surfacing, but he was just waiting for you to walk on stage.

The moment your group was announced, Reggie’s head perked up and he clapped and cheered with the audience. When he saw you look around the crowd, he waved again to catch your attention and gave you a thumbs up. Your smile lit up your face as you took your position and Reggie couldn’t help but match your expression. His eyes never left you as you preformed, occasionally catching your eye and sending a wink your way that made your cheeks heat up more as you sung and danced along. He was so caught up in you, he never even looked to Carrie.

The moment you were offstage, he was by your side, tapping your shoulder to get you to turn around. “You were amazing!” He told you and you giggled and threw your arms around his neck in a hug, one that Reggie was happy to return.

“Aw, you guys really are so cute.” Kayla awed as she watched and Reggie and you pulled apart, each sporting your own embarrassment.

“Thanks, Kay.” You told her, feeling Reggie’s hand grab yours. You turned back to face him, feeling the adrenaline of the performance start to wear off. “I’m exhausted.”

Reggie snorted a laugh at you. “Yeah, I bet. That looked intense, I don’t know how-“

“You came!” Reggie’s words were cut off by the sound of Carrie across the room and you and Reggie turned right in time to watch her jump into Nick’s arms. Your stomach dropped. They weren’t getting back together, were they? When Nick pressed a kiss to Carrie’s cheek, you turned back to Reggie, seeing him looking at you.

“Are you alright?” you questioned, slightly confused by the reaction you weren’t getting from him.

Reggie looked back to Carrie and Nick, seeing them holding each other as he let a smile creep on his face, one that double when his eyes flickered back to you. “Yeah. I’ll be fine.” He assured you, just like you had assured him yesterday.

You chuckled. “We really know how to pick good people to crush on, don’t we?”

“Yeah, we’re great at it.” He joked with a chuckle as well before glancing down to your hands. “I guess, we don’t have to pretend to date anymore.”

You gulped, your smile faltering. “I guess not.” Slowly, you let your hands drift apart and you were already missing the warmth his hand brought you. Reggie was missing it too and a part of him, a big part of him, hoped you were feeling the same he has these past few days.

“Hey, Y/N?” Your eyes met, making your heart skip when he smiled at you. “We’re friends, right?”

You quirked a brow, your head tilting before you realized what Reggie was doing. “I guess, you could call us that.”

“Good. Then I need you to go on a date with me.”

You knew what Reggie was doing, but you didn’t know where he was going with your repeated conversation. “I’m gonna need a little more of an explanation here.”

Reggie’s breath was shaky as he reconnected your hands. You held your breath, refusing to look away from him as he hyped himself up to speak. “I like you.”

“You like me?”

“I like you.” Reggie repeated, hearing the uncertainty in your voice but the way you tightened your hold on his made him hopeful. “So, um…”

“I like you too.” You assured him and felt Reggie relax as his eyes closed before he opened them back up to look into yours. “So, what now?” you joked, stepped closer to him. “Are we supposed to kiss?”

Reggie’s eyes flickered down to your lips and yours did the same before Reggie nodded. “Yeah.” Not a second later, Reggie’s lips were on yours, and you were melting into his hold as he held you close by your waist. You brought a hand up to his neck to deepen the kiss. When you separated, your hand moved to rest on his chest as you were fully pressed against him. “Why couldn’t that have part of the fake dating?” Reggie mumbled, chasing your lips for another kiss that you granted him before giggling.

“And we thought we were just friends.”

“Yeah, we were stupid. Another kiss please?” Reggie pleaded and you rolled your eyes fondly before doing just that.

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[migilini]

Roadtrip - Charlie Gillespie

a/n: just a daydream I had when I saw this GIF. It’s not proofread. I’m open to requests.

Words: 2k

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You and Charlie were on a road trip from LA to Oklahoma and last to Chigaco. Your boyfriend had to move there due to the fact that he got cast in a movie and you were fortunate enough to move with him, being able to work from home. It wasn't your idea to drive all those miles via car, but Charlie doesn't like flying so he avoided it at all cost and because you love him, you accompanied him for those dreadful hours.

It was way too early for your liking, of course Charlie knew that and put up with your grumpy, nontalkative mood, simply shoving a large cup of coffee into your hands. “Ma cœur, how much longer until you're more awake to talk to me?” Charlie asked after a while, as he glanced over to you on the passenger side, his free hand tracing little hearts on your thigh. You yawned and took a sip of the now lukewarm coffee. “About this much.” You measured the amount still in the cup, making him chuckle.

You and Charlie have been dating for nearly one and a half years now, however it feels like it's been much longer. From the start, the two of you were attached at the hip, instantly comfortable around each other. Everybody said that you two moved too fast because you moved in with each other after only three months of dating, but because of Covid you didn't want to risk being apart. Even though objectively speaking, you and Charlie were not the same, you were more daydreaming than actually paying attention and you didn't need the adrenaline in your life, you completed him in a magical way.

Right now you two were two hours in, the coffee was empty and you ass already sore from all the sitting. It was something you always despided about yourself, you could spend all day laying in bed, but you couldn't sit still, changing position every now and then. Tapping your foot to the beat of the song streaming from the radio. Charlie calmly hummed along to the song, his fingers also tapping along. You looked over at him and couldn't love him more.

“Are you excited to see Owen and Jer?” You asked him, breaking the silence. A breathtaking smile overtook his face “You know it! How about you?” You nodded, also excited to see the boys again. “Mhm. I missed them a lot.” The song on the radio changed and you huffed in annoyance, you hated that song. Sensing that, Charlie took out his phone and connected it to the car.

“Charlie! Don't drive and be on your phone!” You snapped it out of his hand, giving him a displeased look. Scrolling through Spotify you eventually choose a song to your liking. 18 by OneDirection blared through the speakers, while you put the volume higher you turned in your seat. “I have loved you since we were 18. Well technically 20 but that's a detail.” You whispered the last part. He scrunched his nose in amusement, a quirk you loved dearly.

The two of you screamed lyrics at the top of your lungs, the car driving on an empty highway. The rest of the world fading away, leaving the two of you in a cozy little bubble of your own. The day continued just like that, the two of you singing to songs and just enjoying the company. You loved seeing him drive, something about it was just so attractive to you, maybe it was the way his arms flexed when he moved the wheel, or the fact that you yourself were unable to drive. Even with your 21 years of life, you refused to sit behind the steering wheel and Charlie had tried several times, it always ended with you in tears.

“Do you want to stop somewhere to sleep? It's getting kinda late and you have been driving the whole day.” you questioned, looking at the horizon as the last beams of yellow and red vanished slowly. “Yes please. Can you search for a hotel around here?” Nodding, you took his phone and went onto google maps.

“There's one about two hours away in New Mexico. Reviews look good and the price isn't too high. Sadly no breakfast included, so we're gonna get you something on the road, not gonna let you starve, otherwise I will be stranded here.” He gave your thigh a playful slap and a squeeze “Yeah, yeah love you too, Char. I will look it up… Ah perfect! There's a Dunkin Donuts five miles from the hotel. Does that sound good babe?” He hummed in approval.

“Ah a man of words!” he took one of your hands and gave it a light kiss. “You know me. I always wanted to be a Mime.” he joked.

Before you knew it, the car came to a stop in the pitch black. Only a little yellow neon sign lighting up the hotel parking spot.

“This looks like this one Teen Wolf episode…” you murmured, not feeling the best about this place. “You’re just saying that because you're scared of the dark ma cœur. I'm here to protect you. No Monsters are harming you tonight.” he teased, getting out of the car. In typical Charlie fashion, he walked around the car and opened your door and held out a hand for you, immediately intertwining your fingers. 

You smiled up at him, squeezing his hand. “Ha ha…”

The two of you were happy to finally walk off the stiffness of your legs, as you walked over to the reception. 

“Hello. We would have a room please.”

The receptionist was in his late 30s, his greying hair falling messily in his eyes and a big smile sat on his thin lips. “No Problem. Is a king bed alright with the two of you?” he didn't want to assume anything. You and Charlie chuckled, nodding slightly “Preferred actually.”

Five minutes later, you waited in the room 345 while Charlie insisted on getting your bags. Stretching, you tried to get rid of the soreness in your back, your eyes nearly falling shut.

Charlie opened the doors, giving you a tired smile. “Let's get to bed. Tomorrow we rise early!” you groaned, making him chuckle. Standing up, you walked over to him, your arms wrapping around his familiar frame. He was stroking your head, giving it a kiss before walking into the bathroom to brush his teeth. 

In the meanwhile you changed your clothes, changing from some jeans and one of his hoodies to sweatpants and an oversized shirt. 

You gave him a hasty kiss as he came out of the bathroom, smelling the mint of the toothpaste still lingering on his lips. After you washed your face and brushed your teeth, you let yourself fall into the bed. His arms sneaking around your waist, pulling you closer into him. 

“Thank you.” Turning around to face him, you traced his features with your fingertips “For what?”

“Coming on this drive with me. You could have easily convinced me to fly, you know.”

“I know mon amour.” you said, looking into his eyes, as you tried your best to keep yours open. You left several kisses on his bare shoulders until your lips met his. He smiled into the kiss and then nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, pecking it several times before stopping.

“Good night. I love you.”

“Good night babe. Love you more.”

The next morning came way too fast and you didn't want to move out of his comfortable and safe arms into the cold car, but you had to. The sunrise hadn't even begun, the sky still a dark blue, when the two of you drove into the Dunkin drive through, to get you a coffee and a donut. You had to have something sweet in the mornings.

“Actually, I saw a little restaurant on the way here that should have takeaway, do you mind if we take a quick stop?” you shook your head, trying hard not to fall asleep again. An idea ignited in your head and you sat up straighter. “What if we go live while you drive? Maybe I'll be more awake or I'll have stuff to read.” you requested, looking at your boyfriend with a slight pout.

“Sure thing. I'll bet they'll love it.” Smiling, you grabbed his phone from his hand and went into Instagram.

“Hey Char and y/n here.” you introduced while trying to balance the phone on the dashboard “Its freaking early and I’m nearly falling asleep so I thought you guys could entertain me a bit. Mister Gillespie over here isn't as interesting as you guys.” he pouted into the camera, you leaned forward quickly and gave him a kiss on the cheek. The chat was already flooding with hey’s and questions about your relationship and where you were going.

“Is it true that you sometimes talk french to Charlie?” you read from the chat, your eyes widening a little in surprise. 

“Sometimes. I mean my french isn't the best but growing up in Europe, I picked up some stuff.”

“She’s just being humble, she understands a lot and her accent is hella cute.” Charlie piped in, pulling into the drive through he mentioned earlier. “Je vois que tu comprends." He said to you, a slight smile playing on his lips. You got lost in his eyes for a second before responding. “Of course I understand babe!” he grabbed your hand and kissed it softly while chuckling. 

“OMG that was just so cute!” you read out loud from the chat. Blushing slightly, you giggled, “He loves to do stuff like that when he’s driving. Always showing affection in one way or the other.”

“Uhm next question...What are you two doing so early? Someone asks.” with an raised eyebrow you look over to your boyfriend “I think you can answer this.” you turned the camera a bit so he was more in frame. “We're going to Chicoago, Chigacoooo.” he quoted the iconic Victorious scene, his eyes scanning the road before him.

He got himself a cheese thing of some sort, you couldn't quite make out what it was and parked on the side of the road, getting his food ready in front of him.

He bit into his cheese thing while you sipped on your coffee conversing with the chat. Just earlier you had begged for music suggestions, telling them to send their best road trip songs. Charlie looked really good right now, his hair was pulled together in a bun and he was wearing a blue shirt. You on the other hand had your hair in a top bun and the same hoodie from yesterday, a wool blanket draped over your shoulders. You just wanted to ask if you could have a bite, when he got cheese all over his chin. 

He laughed as he looked over to you. Before you knew what you were doing, you leaned forward in your seat. Your face mere inches away from his, you could feel his breath on your face. You stuck out your tongue and licked the cheese away, your eyes never leaving his. 

Without giving it a second thought, you settled back into a comfortable position and took a sip from your coffee with a prominent smirk on your face. Leaving a dumbfounded Charlie and a screaming chat.

Not even an hour later the clip of you licking his chin, in maybe a bit of a too sexual way, went viral in the community.

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[duvetsandpillows]

Pierre Gasly Fluffy A-Z

A = Attractive: what do they find attractive about the other?

Your hair. You always did the most intricate hairstyles and it always confused and amazed him.

B = Baby: do they want a family? why/why not?

About a year after you guys got together you were looking after your nephew and you were watching Pierre play with him and it began to make you broody. Once your nephew went home you couldn't help yourself but to start looking at baby clothes on your phone. Pierre peered over you shoulder and chuckled before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"Little one got you thinking?" he asked sitting down next to you, putting an arm around you.

"Maybe."

"I like that one," he said pointing to a blue dinosaur onezie. "Oh and that one." He ended up taking the phone off of you and scrolled through all the clothes. You snuggled into his side, smiling as you watched him get lost in all the different tiny outfits, mumbling to himself about how adorable they are.

"Can we make one?" he asked looking at you. You chuckled and swung your leg over so you straddling his lap before giving him a kiss and nodding. He smiled and picked you up, walking towards the stairs.

"You meant right now?"

"It might take a while so we better start now."

C = Cuddle: how do they cuddle?

Pierre loves to snuggle. You two would alternate being big spoon and little spoon, both of you wanting to be little spoon and would have to compromise. In public he'll usually give you a side hug followed by a kiss to your head.

D = Dates: what are dates with them like?

Your dates were always very random. Pierre once surprised you by taking you skydiving. Each date tended to be doing something you've never done before. You loved being able to try out new things and create new memories together.

E = Everything: "you are my ____" (e.g my life, my world...)

You are my shining star.

F = Feelings: when did they know they were falling in love?

It took him a while to realise as you two had started out as friends with benefits. He slowly started to realising when he would go away for race weekends and all he could think about was you.

G = Gentle: are they gentle? If so, how?

He's a gentleman, so is of course very gentle with you but he knows you won't break. You two would muck around but he would never intentionally hurt you.

H = Hand/Hold: how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?

Pierre wouldn't hold your hand often, he preferred to have an arm around you instead. If you were in a formal setting he will intertwine his fingers to yours.

I = Impression: first impression/s

You two knew each other from school. You used to share classes but you weren't the closest of friends. You two would hang out in large friend groups but never just the two of you. When he came back to visit during the summer break and bumped into you at the club. He thought you were still the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

J = Joker: are they into pulling pranks?

Pranks weren't really your thing but you had the same sense of humour and were always making each other laugh.

K = Kisses: how do they kiss?

Pierre would kiss you all day if he was given the chance. Whether it was kisses to your neck, cheek forehead or lips he loved giving you affection. His kisses would always vary from gentle to apssionate depending on his mood.

L = Love: who says I love you first?

He did. he'd just gotten back from a race and he couldn't stop thinking about you the whole time. He was stood outside your door going over in his head what he planned on saying, when the door swung open causing both of you to jump.

"Pierre" you squealed wrapping your arms around him. "I didn't know you got back! You drove incredibly!" You pulled away, face beaming and everything he planned to say immediately left his brain.

"Are you busy? Can we talk for a moment?"

"Is everything okay? You look like you've just seen a ghost or something." you asked as you brought him into your living room. He watched you sit down and suddenly started to regret coming over, worried that he was about to ruin what you two had.

"I-I... I'm completely in love with you and I understand if you don't feel the same way but I just had to tell you." His eyes kept flickering between you and the floor while picking away at some dead skin on his thumb.

"I love you too Pierre." His eyes darted to you, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

"Wait seriously?" You burst out laughing and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Yes seriously," you said before pulling him down for a kiss.

M = Memory: their favourite moment together

Your first christmas together. You'd woken up to Pierre pressing kisses to your neck.

"Joyeux Noël ma mignonne," he muttered against your neck.

Your morning consisted of you two cooking breakfast together and opening your presents to each other before getting ready to go to his parents for christmas dinner.

You got back from his parents late in the evening, feeling a little tipsy and a bag full of presents from his family after the completely spoiled you. The two of you got changed into christmas pyjamas and snuggled up in bed with Elf playing on the TV. Pierre ran his fingers through your hair as he fell asleep, sighing contently at the prefect day the two of you had.

N = Nickel: do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?

Pierre didn't tend to spoil you but that was because you didn't like to be spoiled, you would much rather the two of you spent time together.

O = Orange: what colour reminds them of their other half?

Violet. When you were in school you had the same violet backpack. Even when it broke you always made sure to buy the exact same one. Even in the years between school when you two lost contact, everytime he saw violet his thoughts would always go back to you.

P = Pet names: what pet names do they use?

Bunny, ma mignonne, honey

Q = Quaint: what is their favourite non-modern thing?

You two likes to go hiking together. It was a good way to disconnect from everything and spend some quality time together.

R = Rainy Day: what do they like to do on a rainy day?

You would always get Singstar out and have a sing along together. You guys would get so into it you managed to get a few noise complaints.

S = Sad: how do they cheer themselves/each other up

Pierre likes to workout when he gets upset, he likes to clear his mind and calm down before coming to find you and either talking it out with you and asking for advice or just looking for cuddles and comfort.

T = Talking: what do they love to talk about?

He loved talking to you about skiing and snowboarding. You'd never been but you found it fascinating and loved when he would tell you stories about the trips he's gone on. He ended up taking you to the Swiss Alps so he could teach you himself.

U = Unencumbered: What helps them relax?

He likes to listen to music and dance around the living room with you. Ususally slow music so he could hold you close and dance around the living room as if you two were Cinderella and Prince Charming.

V = Vaunt: what do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

Pierre doesn't really show off. He likes to keep most of his life private, but would occasionally post a photo of you two but preferred to keep his social media work related.

W = Wedding: when, how, where do they propose?

Further down the line you knew you two would probably marry but it wasn't a topic on either of your minds right now.

X = Xylophone: What's their song?

Flightless Bird - Iron & Wine

Y = You're the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

You're the sun to my sky.

Z = Zebra: if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?

You two don't have the time for a pet at the moment but you two kept having discussions about having a dog.

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[h1kari]

hii I saw that you did ships and was wondering if I could get a male haikyuu ship :0 I’m a female, 5’2, brown hair and eyes, slim build, I’m really nice and outgoing until you give me a reason not to be but I also hate being mean. I am very empathetic and sensitive and have anxiety. I act on impulse a lot. I like listening to music and being around animals. I’m always either really energetic or really sleepy, there’s no in between. I get cranky when I’m hungry or tired and I take naps a lot. Ty!

(This got deleted before and i had to write it again 😭) i ship you with 🥁🥁🥁 lev!! Let’s get right to it, shall we?

Alright alright!! I feel like you’d already be friends with the nekoma team, you’re especially close with yaku tho. So, when new club member bby lev sees you talking to his senpai, he’s already like 👁👁 cute girl, inch resting...We know lev’s kinda weird at first but he’s just nervous!!! He means well!! He finally appraches you while you’re chatting w yaku, helping him clean up the gym. You’re lowkey intimidating by his tall ass while his mind is all “holy fuck she’s cuter up close” (not weird at all lev), yaku’s eyes say quit staring you creep but he decides to humor him, introducing you both. Lev’s a bit shy at first ngl, i mean-he’s excited and friendly, but he can’t help but blush and look to the side while talking to you. However, as you start visiting The Boys™️ more and more, you get closer and closer to lev.

Oof let me tell you, you both are a DUO, a whole ass PACK. You get hella close hella fast. You’re hilarious together and exude chaotic energy, tho you keep him more grounded and chill when he needs to be, it’s still hysterical when he does dumb shit with you. You both are pretty impulsive, so that’s bound to give birth to some amazing shenanigans. He loves all of you, when you’re energetic, you guys do a ton of stuff, talk about everything, tease each other, do stupid shit, etc. It’s exhilarating. And when you’re feeling sleepy, you just sit in silence or groggily chat about whatever comes to mind, which usually results in word vomits. You watch chill childhood movies, listen to music, nap and lay around in each other’s presence.

You know how lev has pretty much no thoughts head empty energy right? Well, the way you guys became a couple applies. Neither of you really confessed. Why? Because you BOTH thought you were already dating. Ngl, everyone pretty much thought the same. Oh you have to find (y/n)? She’s with lev. Ah lev doesn’t wanna come? Just tell him (y/n)’s coming. You guys literally go on DATE dates, like not just hanging out, besides that; nice dinners, picnics, ice skating. One day, around christmas, you’re both watching the pretty lights together. It’s slightly cold out and you can see kids dragging their parents around, happy faces and peace filling the air. White-yellow-ish lights, windows filled with toys and fake snow, the smell of baked cookies and bread, laughter filling the air.

You were trying to keep your fingers from freezing off, exhaling slowly on the tips. Giving up, you let your arms fall to your side. But to your surprise, lev reaches out and keeps them warm for you, still looking ahead. You tense up a bit. You were used to his affections, but this felt different. In a moment of impulse and bravery, you ask;

“Are we...dating?”

Lev’s eyes dart to you. An expression like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t. Then he smiled sheepishly

“I uh...kinda thought we already were”

“I- oh my god”

The moment was so ridiculous it made you both burst out laughing. Hands still intertwined, now warm. And so, you now were officially dating 😌

Ngl everyone saw it coming, they were so confused at first though. “Weren’t you already dating?” “(Y/n) how could you not notice...” Fr tho, he’d always fawn over you, talking about how kind, understanding and badass you were, how funny, pretty. How sad he gets when you feel all anxious. That being said, you can always rely on him when the anxiety acts up, if you’re having a panic attack he knows exactly what to do (he looked it up and asked people when he found out you have anxiety), he also knows what stuff may cause it to arise, so you can both avoid it or get through it together.

DATE IDEAS COMING RIGHT UP!! Nap dates, they are dates fight me. Basically like explained previously, you do this when you wanna be together but not do anything. Ya’ll laze around, sleep, you’re all domestic it’s adorable. ANIMAL CAFES, you both adore animals, so you bet your ass he’ll surprise you with an adorable animal cafe date, you guys go at least twice a week. He loves how surprised and excited you look each time, even if you’re regulars at the cafes. His goal in life is to make you feel that way as much as he can.

Thanks so much for the submission!! I hope you like it and hope to see you on this blog again ^^ have an awesome daynight💞💘🥰

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[blu-joons]

BTS Reaction: You Make Them Cry Happy Tears

Jin:

“Happy birthday Seokjin,” you smiled, waving hello to your boyfriend on the other end of the FaceTime call. “Have you had a good day?”

“Not bad, it’s not the same without you though, I can’t believe this is the first year you’ll miss my birthday.” You smiled sympathetically, seeing the hurt in his eyes. You’d tried to plan around his birthday with work, but nothing seemed possible in order to go and see him. “Where are you off to anyway?” He asked.

You chuckled, your eyes flicking either side of you to check the numbers on the door. “I’ve just come out of a meeting,” you lied, “yeah, it was a really boring one too.” He lightly smirked, having begged you to be there for his birthday because work was too boring to be at anyway.

“Sorry.” Jin was disturbed by a knock at the door, quickly excusing himself. Meanwhile, you brought your hand back down to slide into your jean pocket. He opened the door, his phone falling to the floor as you smiled before him. “W-what?”

“You didn’t think I’d actually miss your birthday, did you?” Jin grabbed your hand, pulling you into his hotel room, lifting you up and spinning you around.

“I thought…what about work?” You chuckled, shutting him up with a kiss to the lips. The familiar taste of your strawberry gloss lingered on his lips, the realisation dawning that there you were wrapped in his arms. He tried to stop them, but hot tears rolled down his cheeks.

You wiped away quickly at his tears, his dazzling smile flashing. “You’re not supposed to cry; you’re supposed to be happy.”

“I am happy,” he informed you, “this is honestly the best birthday present I could have ever wished for.” You ran your hand down his chest, stopping at the hem of his shirt, lifting it slightly to reveal his abs.

“You know, your birthday isn’t over yet, if you’ve got time for one more present?”

Yoongi:

The two of you laid in bed, you reached down to hand Yoongi the present you’d hidden underneath the bed the night before. “Happy anniversary,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “I know we said no presents, but I just wanted to do something nice.”

Yoongi smiled down at you, laughing as you hid your face with your hands. It wasn’t much, but you thought after spending so many years together you’d do something nice to celebrate. He tore the silver wrapping paper away, revealing the scrapbook you’d put together over the last couple of weeks whilst he was away.

“Wow,” he whispered, his hand running over the front cover, “did you make all this?” You nodded, watching on as he turned the first page.

The book was full of memories the two of you had shared, trinkets that Yoongi would never have thought of keeping, like the boarding pass from your first holiday together, a shell you collected on your third date at the beach, and the first ever postcard he sent you whilst on tour. As well as that you also got several photos printed of the two of you together, writing little messages throughout the book telling him how much you loved him and cared for him.

Closing the book, you finally looked at Yoongi. His eyes were brimming with tears, his hand shook lightly trying to hold back his sobs. “Yoongi, I’m sorry, I didn’t think this would make you cry,” you apologised, wiping away the few tears that fell.

“No, jagi, these are happy tears. You have no idea how touched I am you made this book, it’s the perfect reminder of how lucky I am to have you in my life.” You reached up, delicately placing your lips to his.

You reopened the book, Yoongi watching closely, “there’s still some blank pages for us to add a few more photos in.” Yoongi nodded, whilst you reached for your phone, opening the camera. “Smile!”

The flash of the camera made him jump as he realised what you’d done. “No!” He chuckled, “you can’t put a photo of me crying in the book.”

“You look adorable love, you know, I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen you cry. It’s a momentous occasion and I want to save it. And, I promise not to show the boys a photo of Min Yoongi crying.” He leaned down towards you, his gummy smile appearing, “we’ll keep it our little secret.”

“I can’t say no to that.”

Hoseok:

“Cut!” The director shouted once more, only infuriating the fire in Hoseok further. He’d been working on his music video for most of the day, continuously texting you about how bossy the director was. It hurt to know how upset he was getting, so you decided to book the afternoon off work and head down to decide him.

As soon as your eyes landed on Hobi you wanted to run to him, you could see how upset he was, running his hands through his hair.

“Anyone would think you didn’t want this done by today,” the director snarled directly at Hobi. He’d lost all fight in him to fight back, but you hadn’t.

“Excuse me,” you shouted, standing in front of his face, “you’re paid to be the director, maybe if you did your job a bit better people wouldn’t have to constantly retake because they didn’t know what they were doing.” Hobi came over and stood beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist. “We’ll be taking a break now.”

You led Hobi to one of the empty dressing rooms, sitting him down and grabbing him a bottle of water. A few tears rolled down his cheeks, a sign of his frustrations and tiredness.

“Hobi,” you whispered, running your hands comfortingly through his hair, “you don’t need to cry sweetie, it’s going to be fine.”

“It will be thanks to you, sunshine, I couldn’t withstand much more, but luckily here you were, looking after me like usual.”

You leaned across the table, resting your forehead on his, pecking the tip of his nose, “I will always be here to protect you Hobi, you don’t ever have to worry about that.”

“I know, you really are the best jagi.”

Namjoon:

The Parisian crowd sang back Idol word for word, Namjoon’s eyes scanned the arena, taking in the thousands of army bombs before him. It was one of his favourite things to do, see the smiling faces of all the fans in the arena. He walked down, checking out all of them in the front row, his eyes suddenly falling on a familiar face.

He froze, raising his glasses to sit on top of his face. You smiled back, lightly waving, blowing him a kiss. Once he had convinced himself you were really there, he collapsed to the floor, burying his head in between his knees. His chest rose and fell as the tears freely fell.

You chose not to tell him you’d be at the gig that night, much rather surprising him with your presence after nearly a month apart. You desperately wanted to jump over the barrier and give him a hug, but the security was too close to be able to.

Instead he jumped off the stage, sprinting to you, pulling you into his chest. “Joonie don’t cry babe, I’m here.” Knowing you were here was the best feeling in the world as his hands ran through the ends of your hair. “You’re doing so well, I’m so proud of you, look at the thousands of fans.”

“They don’t matter,” he whispered into your ear, “only you. All I see right now is you.”

The members all watched on, Hobi too shedding a tear for his leader. He pulled away and laced his hand in with his own, squeezing it gently. “Jagiya, I’m so happy to see you, I’ve really missed you these past few days.”

“I’ve missed you too Namjoonie, that’s why I flew here, I just wanted to see your handsome face.” An embarrassed blush grew on his cheeks, hiding the tear stains from moments earlier. “Get back on the stage and kick ass, we’ll have a proper reunion later.” He nodded, doing as he was told. “I’ll be watching,” you smiled.

“Good.”

Jimin:

You guided Jimin round into the garden, your hands covering his eyes. You counted down from three, moving aside to reveal three of the most important people in his life. His mother, father, and younger brother.

Just a couple of days ago he’d mentioned in conversation how much he was missing them all, so you decided to fly them to your home, knowing just how much it would mean to them. You stood back with a smile as the family embraced, his parents were thrilled to see their son in good health, whilst he brother instantly decided to give Jimin a slap around the ear.

“How did you guys get here?” Jimin asked, glancing between the three of them.

“It was all Y/N.”

It was only when he spun around to look at you did you notice the tears that fell down his cheeks. He walked over to you; arms wide for you to walk into. “Thank you,” he repeatedly whispered, covering every inch of your face with a kiss. “I can’t believe you actually did this just for me.”

“I could see how much you missed them Jiminie, and they all missed you, it’s honestly no big deal.”

He shook his head, this was massive to him, it meant more than he could ever express with words. “You’ve no idea how much having my family here means to me, I feel like finally I have all my family back together again.”

“I can tell, by the tears streaming down your cheeks,” you teased, wiping them away for him. “Just enjoy having them here, for me.”

“Of course, I will.” He replied, sweetly kissing your lips. “Oh, and I wasn’t crying, I just had something in my eye.

“Yeah right, you just keep telling yourself that.”

Taehyung:

The door slammed, an obvious sign that Taehyung was home after what was bound to be yet another stressful day at the studio. The whole band were under immense pressure for comeback, but being Taehyung’s girlfriend, you felt the brunt of it. Despite your best attempts to try and look after him, he continued to work late into the night.

So, tonight you’d decided to take it upon yourself to make sure Tae took a couple of hours to look after himself. You’d set up an evening with all his favourites, food, movies, blankets, anything you could find.

You stood up to greet him, pulling him into you. “Hey,” you mumbled, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. “Bad day?”

“The worst.” You sighed, intertwining your hands, guiding him into the living room. “I just can’t seem to get this melody no matter how hard I try, then the choreography is just hard and…woah!” His eyes took in the sight before him, completely astonished by the set up.

“Surprise,” you whispered, feeling him pull you into him. His head rested on top of yours, picking out each individual bit around the room. “I thought maybe we could just have a night to calm you down, remind you that you don’t always have to an idol, and it’s alright to be human.”

Taehyung didn’t reply, but you could feel a few damp tears falling on top of his head, listening to him sniffing a little to try and stop his tears. “Tae,” you whispered, placing your hand firmly on his chest, “what’s the matter, is there something wrong with it all?”

“No,” he quickly responded, “it’s the complete opposite, it’s absolutely perfect.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he smiled, kissing the top of your head, “you are honestly perfect. I’ve been terrible to you recently with all of this at work, and yet still you decide to be so kind and generous, looking after me when I’ve been nothing but a pain, you really have no idea how much all of this and you mean to me. Thank you so much.”

“You’re more than welcome Tae.”

Jungkook:

Watching the tired expressions of all the boys in their latest interview in America shattered your heart. Their schedules were insane, leaving limited time for sleep. Of course, your heart ached most for your Kookie. He was still so young; his life was overwhelming for him at the best of times.

As soon as he sat on the camera to you he forced a smile, assuring you that he was taking the best care of himself, but you knew otherwise, his eyes had lost their shine, they were running on empty with the rest of him.

Which is why just a day later you found yourself backstage at their gig in San Francisco. After an excruciating call with Big Hit, begging them to fly you out, they finally agreed and arranged all your transport to get to Jungkook. You waited patiently in the dressing room, your leg nervously bouncing until the door opened.

Namjoon was aware of your plan, making sure Jungkook was the first to enter the room. Instantly his eyes landed on you, but quickly to the table of food, then fell back on you, his orbs widened, convincing himself that it was in fact you stood before him.

“Kookie,” you chuckled, running up to him, holding his tired body in his arms. As soon as he felt your skin on his he collapsed, burying his head into the crook of your neck.

“Y/N,” he whispered, squeezing you tighter. You struggled for breath as he refamiliarized himself with your touch, immediately feeling all the energy fill back into his body. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

He pulled away from you, staring at you with tearstained cheeks. “Oh baby,” you giggled, wiping away at his cheeks, “what are you crying for?”

“Because I’ve needed you, and now you’re here. And you took it upon yourself to come, and see me, and make me happy, I’m just really happy to see you.” Each word was broken by little sobs that escaped him, your heart pounding with love for the dark-haired boy before you.

You leaned forwards, pressing your lips to his, “I’m going to look after you Jungkook, and first things first, you need sleep.”

He didn’t need telling twice, guiding you to one of the sofas. “Cuddle,” he murmured into your ear, pulling you down on top of him. As soon as his eyes shut, he was out like a light, his arm wrapped around your waist. “Mm, love you jagi.”

“Love you more JK.”

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Masterlist

#bts #suga #j hope #jimin #jin #v #bts imagine #jungkook #rm #bts fluff #bts angst #bts x you #bts x reader #bts reaction #bts reactions #bts scenario #bts scenarios #namjoon imagine #jungkook imagine #suga imagine #kim namjoon #kim taehyung #kim seokjin #jeon jungkook #jung hoseok #min yoongi #park jimin

[bravomckenzie]

fluff alphabet: bobby mckenzie

i must admit that i haven’t written anything fic-ish since i was a teenager in the midst of my 1d stan days so i’m kinda nervous to post this lol. thank you to @ravena-dottir and @therealityofthematteris for being supportive and saying i should go ahead and go for it and post this. 🥺 also i’m sorry if it’s bad!! be gentle with me!!! it’s also pretty long and whether that’s a good or bad thing is up to you hahahah.

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Bobby loves the way you light up a room. He loves the way your eyes crinkle when you smile. How your laughter is loud and unapologetic - it’s music to his ears. As for your body, he loves every inch of it but if he had to pick, your thighs & butt.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Bobby can’t wait to have kids, especially with you. He’s excited to send them special baked treats in their lunches and to wave them off as they get on the bus each morning. He hopes they look like you.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

We been knew Bobby loves to be little spoon, so besides that - He loves to face each other in an embrace. His arms wrapped around your neck and yours around his waist while you scratch his back & chat until you both drift asleep.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Despite waking up beside you every morning, Bobby never stops trying to woo you. He still flirts with you the way he did on the first day in the villa. He feels like the luckiest man alive to have you, and he’ll do anything to keep you. The romance is still alive, no matter where you are or what you do. From wearing your nicest clothes in a fancy restaurant, all the way to your pajamas on the couch for a movie night. He never fails to impress you.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

You are my home. Bobby had never known someone who felt like home... at least until he met you. Home is wherever he is with you. You’re his comfort and home base, where he goes when he needs a soft place to fall.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Bobby knew he was in for it the second he laid eyes on you. He felt a spark before you even spoke. He knew you were special from the moment he met you. You slowly became the only thing he thought about. He found himself just staring at you, lost in your beauty. Your laughter became his favorite song. He wasn’t joking around and being funny for everyone anymore, he was doing it for you. After you left for Casa Amour, he realized that. He realized you were all he wanted. He missed just the sound of your voice. He had never felt that way in his life. He knew then that you were the love of his life. Bobby didn’t come to the villa with the intentions of finding forever, but he realized he had found it with you.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Bobby’s gentle touch was something you quickly noticed about him. The way his hand would gently rest on the small of your back. How he would softly tuck your hair behind your ear before he kissed you. But sometimes, he gets lost in you and the kisses become harder, the grips become tighter. He’s the best of both worlds.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

If Bobby is able to be touching you, he will be. (That’s one of my headcannons for him. I imagine that touch is his love language.) He rarely lets go of your hand in public. He loves for everyone to see that you’re with him. He finds comfort in your fingers intertwined. He loves the way your hand looks in his.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

When you walked out in front of him on that first day in the villa, he assumed he was your last choice. You were the most beautiful person he had ever seen and he was just him. He didn’t know that he instantly caught your eye and sometimes, he still doesn’t believe you when you tell him that. You’re not just the girl of his dreams, but the girl of his wildest dreams. He thought that girls like you didn’t like guys like him. He was just the class clown and you were the head cheerleader. But at the same time, he wasn’t going to let any of that stand in his way. He knew then that he was going to spend that summer with you, and if he didn’t, he would’ve spent the whole summer trying.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Not at all. Bobby enjoys other guys looking at you. He knows that every eye is on you when you walk in a room and he loves it. He wants them to see that he’s the one you’re with. Other guys flirting with you boosts his ego. He takes it as a compliment himself. When the two of you are out at a bar together and guys send you drinks, he looks their way and raises the glass with a smile to say thanks before drinking it himself. When they compliment you, he tells them they have good taste while he wraps his arm around you as a subtle hint to back off. It amuses him. Any guy would love for you to be their girl, but you’re not. You’re his and he knows that... and he loves for them to know it too.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

You initiated your first kiss, not because he didn’t want to, but because he was scared of messing up. He didn’t want to screw it up before he got a real chance at impressing you. He was surprised when you kissed him, in the best way possible. Your confidence and boldness impressed him. He had always been in control and setting the pace for the relationships he had in the past, it was new and foreign to him, but above all, it was exciting.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

He did. Bobby is the kind of person who is all or nothing. He dives in deep. He gives everything his all. He also sees no reason to ever not be 100% open and honest with the important people in his life. He had to tell you that he loved you. He needed you to know, no matter how nervous he was to finally tell you.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

In the villa, Bobby’s favorite memory with you is your trip to the grocery store. He was so excited to be in the real world with you. He cherishes that first taste of life outside the villa. It was when he really knew that this wasn’t just a summer fling.

Outside the villa, the day you met his family. He had never seen his parents welcome anyone the way they did you. Bobby had only ever brought one other girl home to meet his parents and it didn’t go well. You both were a little nervous (not that he let you see it) considering that and some of your....shenanigans they had to watch on national television. You weren’t sure what they’d think of you. The way they wrapped you in their arms made you feel silly for ever thinking that though. He’ll never forget the pride he felt when his dad commented that you were even better in person than you were on TV or the sound of his mom’s voice telling him that she knew you were the one from the very first day in the villa.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Bobby isn’t concerned with material things, neither are you. Your love languages are far from gifts. You both tend to show your love through touch, but especially Bobby. A hand on your thigh in the car means more to both of you than a bracelet. But when it is time for gifts, the both of you go all out. Neither of you have to tell the other what you want as gifts because you both just know.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Bobby if he could only pick one, he would say the color yellow because to him, it’s the happiest color. But there isn’t anything in this world that doesn’t make him think of you. You’re every color.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Lass, of course. There’s an occasional sprinkling in of things like baby/babe, beautiful, darling, etc.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

If he’s not building blanket forts in the living room with you, you’re cuddled up on the couch watching something together while you wait for whatever he’s got baking in the kitchen to be ready.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Bobby firmly believes that laughter is the best medicine. When you’re down, he’s quick to find something to make you laugh. You do the same for him. You both always forget what it was that upset you in the first place.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Bobby wants to talk about anything and everything. He wants to know your opinion on everything under the sun (and you’ll give it to him!). He asks you random questions seemingly out of the blue. He wants to know everything there is to know about you. He loves hearing your stories as much as you do his.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Cooking and baking! You can always find him in the kitchen at the end of a stressful day. Those previously mentioned shenanigans help too.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

You. you, you, you... a million times you. You’re his proudest achievement. He’s no stranger to PDA. Like I said, he wants everyone to know that you’re his. He knows they want what he has. Besides that, he loves to show off his baking skills. He’s always doing the most and being extra about his creations, just because he can.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

That next summer after the villa, you and the other islanders planned a group vacation. You wanted to spend at least part of the summer with them again for old times’ sake. He knew he wanted to do it then, in front of all the people who had become like your family in that one summer. They were the people who watched the two of you fall in love and he felt it was only right that they be there when he proclaimed his eternal love for you.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur & New Year’s Day by Taylor Swift

bonus: Creep - Radiohead always makes him think of you! also shameless self promo of my bobby playlist which includes all three of these songs lol

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

You and Bobby talk about your wedding constantly, planning long before he technically proposed.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

A rescue dog! A medium to large sized pup. You’re definitely dog people. I imagine it would be a cute and scruffy mixed breed.

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[sergeanttpoliteness]

➹bruised knees➹ (peter parker x reader)

The one where you wish you had spent more time at the roller rink as a little kid, because you just so happen to be on a date with Peter Parker in a roller skating place and you can't exactly impress him with your extravagant arm movements as you try to keep your balance.

word count: 2.4k, short and sweet

a/n: hello @ whoever’s reading this! this my first time ever posting my writing here so i’m sort of nervous? it’s certainly not the last, tho, so feel free to help me out w ideas and send me requests if you want :) (more mcu pete, ps4 pete, itsv peter b. parker, miles morales, gwen, other mcu characters, don’t hold back!!) hope you enjoy !!

There were several things in your short life that you were proud of yourself for doing. Like how back in third grade, despite how complex subtractions were for you, you worked hard and were the only person to get an A in your math test. There’s also that time you won second place (and some tasty chocolates) in your science fair in middle school; and getting a good grade on your last physics exam, even if you procrastinated studying until the night before. Most importantly, though, you also made the fluffiest, most mouth-watering pancakes in the world (it wasn’t a proven fact, but still). What you couldn’t stop appreciating past you for, however, was mustering the courage two months ago during your chemistry class to approach the cute sweater-wearing boy called Peter.

Alright, that was a lie; you didn’t directly make the decision. Rather, you didn’t share that class with any of your friends and neither did he, so it wasn’t a surprise when you two were the last two people left without a partner to work with. But that wasn’t the tragedy of the year— far from it, actually. Every single chemistry lesson, your gaze never failed to take a stop on his pretty curls; brown like the chocolate you eat after a particularly terrible day. Peter was just like that: his serene posture, sat where the golden daylight lovingly showered over him, warmed your body and left a sweet and addicting taste behind. You didn’t even know him; he was nothing more than a magical reverie in your swirling head, yet he never failed to embarrassingly heat up your entire body and make your heart run the mile. Perhaps all that staring resulted in more studying at home, seeing as you barely paid attention to your teacher’s lectures, but that boy deserved all the admiring in the world and you’re glad to deliver just that. So when his eyes met yours from the other side of the class, you wasted no time in raising from your seat, your hands clammy and clenching closed as you walked toward him with determination.

Obviously, he agreed to be your partner. Or tried to, at least, for he couldn’t stop fumbling over his words. Throughout the whole period, his cheeks and ears were the shade of roses in valentines day, but it couldn’t mean anything, you thought. He did always sit in front of the window, after all; possibly the forceful sunlight was finally getting to him. He also accidentally spilled a substance all over your lab coat and shirt— thankfully, nothing toxic, and your upper half didn’t burst in flames. On the other hand, it left you smelling like a dead town during the Black Plague, and Peter hasn’t stopped apologizing for it ever since. You forgave him without a doubt; not purely because of your-slightly-too-big crush on him, but you undeniably had to when he lent you his sweater for his mistake, and that was when you knew you were a goner.

Regardless of that catastrophe, you two really got along. That was what drove you to confidently approach his table at lunch, ready to ask if you could sit with him and his friend. You may or may not have lost that confidence once his curious puppy eyes blinked up at you, leaving you frozen and muttering a long ‘uh’ as you rummaged your brain for the words you had practiced over and over again beforehand. Nevertheless, if you forget about that one part, you handled it like an absolute smooth legend and earned a daily seat with them.

Two months of blushing attacks, you and Peter staring at each other with bashful smiles, chemistry, and Ned rolling his eyes at the both of you for being so ridiculous have gone by; and for the third time, you were giving yourself a pep talk to ask Peter out on a date once and for all. The tables turned this time, though (thankfully), and one morning Peter pulled on his sweatshirt’s sleeves and bit his lip as he asked if you wanted to hang out with him.  

And that was the story of why you were here right now: tying the shoelaces of your heavy roller skates, and then grabbing onto the bench in great distress as you prepared to stand up. You panicked when Peter suggested going to a roller skating rink due to a small, somewhat important fact: you had no idea how to roller skate. The only time you’d ever done it was when you were five and your classmate invited you to her High School Musical themed roller skating birthday party— it ended with you skating (or, to be correct, stumbling) into the birthday girl, and her screaming as she held onto her broken ankle. Was it a silly trauma? Maybe; just like the time you showed up at kindergarten dressed as your favorite Disney character on the wrong day. But it certainly kept you away from ever practicing the activity again, which meant you had zero skill, and a hundred percent chance of turning out like the five-year-old birthday girl. However, you never confessed this fear to Peter. Because you’re dumb? Yes, indeed, but also because his eyes shimmered with excitement when he proposed the idea, and you really simply couldn’t bring yourself to shut him down. Instead, you marveled at him like you always did.

Peter swiftly rose to his feet, doing a suave spin in his roller skates perhaps to impress you; not that he would admit that to you, though. A wide precious smile spread across his face and he reached out his hands to you, offering his help. You accepted it, your fingers intertwining and spouting that glee within your chest that you repeatedly experienced whenever you touched; even if it was an accidental brush against your shoulder. “Ready?” He asked, squeezing your hands.

“Uh, yeah, of course,” You smirked, as if you hadn’t just been planning to twist your ankle so you wouldn’t make a fool out of yourself in front of the boy you liked. “I’m a freaking pro.” Why did I say that?!, you thought, wincing internally.

Peter was thankful the darkness and the dancing neon beam lights left you oblivious to his flustered face after you stumbled a little and your hand shot out to grab his shoulder, throwing yourself flush against his chest. Now you were hugging him like a koala, with your other linked hands squished between your bodies. You sheepishly smiled up at him, gently pushing yourself away from him. “Hah. Sorry, I’m just a little rusty. It has been like fifty years, y’know?” You lied, avoiding his gaze.

“Y-yeah, no, it’s alright. Let’s just take it slow,” He took a step back and moved further away from you, your hands still connected. You didn’t think twice (it really wasn’t that deep) before raising one foot to advance, but you instantly regretted that decision when your other foot slid backwards. Your feet skidded all over the place, until Peter grabbed your waist and steadied you. “Whoa! You sure you know how to roller skate?” He laughed.

“Just a little rusty!” You insisted again, and to prove that your lie was indeed true, you began to slide your feet. “See? I got it!”

You did not have it. Not at all— you looked ridiculous. Since you couldn’t lift your left foot without falling, you only picked up your right foot and it made it appear as if you were limping after someone kicked you in the shin. You accomplished to skate into the rink; however, it was possible that it was thanks to Peter, considering he didn’t let go of your hand in fear of you falling. The truth was that he also just wanted to hold and touch you.

A turtle could’ve been considered faster than the two of you at that moment; you kept your hand plastered against the wall, squealing each time Peter tried to pick up the pace. “I’ve got you, don’t worry,” He smiled reassuringly, but you stayed fixed in the same place, glaring down at your roller skates. “Y/N, we literally haven’t even moved an inch away from the entrance—

“No, not really, we moved like ten inches!” You grinned nervously, inhaling deeply. “Gimme a few seconds, okay? I’ve got it! I’m just preparing myse— oh my fucking God!” You screamed too dramatically when Peter stopped listening to you and began to glide forward. You held onto his sweater’s sleeve for dear life, not moving your legs at all; he was the one dragging you slowly. In your head, it was the most terrifying thing in the world, but then you looked up at Peter’s wrinkled eyes as he burst into laughter and, just for a second, you forgot about the deadly wooden floor beneath.

For some idiotic reason, the designer of the rink decided it would be a fantastic idea for the railing not to start until the wall all the way across from the entrance. Once you reached it, you launched yourself toward it, clutching the metal rail tightly, your skates bumping into the wall. Peter extended his hand again, and you gladfully took it, this time one hand on the railing whilst the other in his. It took about eight long minutes, but first, you released the railing and eventually, you released Peter too.

"You did it!" He cheered as he watched you carefully glide your feet, your palms facing forward to balance yourself. "Look at yourself, what a professional!"

You loved it, you had to admit, how proudly he beamed at you and applauded your below mediocre work; even as a five-year-old sped by you two, doing some Olympic-like tricks with recognizable grace. That was when you noticed the adoration in his gaze— that same infatuation laced in your eyes whenever you happily admired him during chemistry class; that same syrupy sweetness that engulfed your self just because of him. His face made you lose your balance, which wasn't a big deal, until you transformed it into one with your alarm. You flailed your arms wildly, staggering, and Peter reached out, ready to stabilize you. However, you managed to stop your fall.

You breathed out in relief at your victory, giggling. "I really just defeated death— ah!"

You immediately fell forward. Peter hissed at the painful sound of your knees smashing on the floor, quickly crouching down in front of you to see if you were okay.

"Ohh my God, are— are you okay?" He couldn't help the way his voice wavered as he tried to keep in his laughter. He didn't last a moment longer, though, a quiet laugh slipping through his lips. "You didn't defeat death after all, huh?" You rolled your eyes at him, but who were you kidding— you snorted, chuckling along with him.

"You really have the nerve to laugh at me. Just wait for the tables to turn once I see you fall on your ass." You playfully nudged his shoulder with your hand, yet gripped his own outstretched one to lift yourself. You advanced to continue skating, but stopped when Peter stayed put, smirking at you. "What?"

"I've got an idea," He said, smoothly sliding to stand in front of you with his back facing you. "You're not gonna get to enjoy if you're just worrying about falling, so hold onto my shoulders."

You lifted a brow, scoffing. "Wow, I can't believe you don't think I can do this on my own," You teased and shook your head, but did as he said nonetheless. He glanced back at you, telling you to prepare yourself and hold on tight, and then began moving at a normal pace. "If I fall on my face, then I swear to God—"

"Not gonna happen. Don't worry," He reassured, sliding his feet with ease. After doing one lap around the entire roller rink and you had the chance to become acquainted with the movement, he picked up his speed. "Tell me if you want to slow down, okay?"

You don't say a word, and soon you and Peter were dashing past the people, both howling in excitement and the muscles of your face aching from smiling so brightly. You watched the blurs of colors go by, similar to vehicles in a highway at night while the music blasted from the stereo and the breeze invaded you through your open window, embracing your cheeks with its icy fingertips. Peter occasionally grinned back at you; they were just short glances, but in that split second he got to see you, a heat blossomed within him just like a small and shy plant opening up to the soft daylight of the sun. That exact moment— the one he hoped would never come to end— he realized how deep he was in, and how content he was that it was you, and not someone else. 

On the other hand, that also was the moment a little girl accidentally hit the back of your roller skates and sent you down straight to the floor, bringing Peter down with you.

Yet again, you crashed your right knee and this time your elbow, too, against the hard surface. Peter tumbled on his back, almost underneath you. Of course, you groaned internally, of course we had to fall on top of each other. Can't miss that. You're sure you broke your knee as well and after a quick check, you saw that your elbow was bleeding.

But despite the pain and embarrassment, you two laid there wheezing— your hand on his vibrating chest and his hands on your shoulders. And it happened, just like always: your laughter stopped, and you both stared into each other's eyes with adoration, timid smiles adorning your faces. His smile vanished, replaced by wide, big nervous eyes. He sneaked his hand up your skin until it reached your cheek and it remained there, his thumb caressing you tenderly. He lifted himself up to his elbows, and without a word or a second to hesitate, he leaned forward—  a gentle, careful peck on your lips. He broke away. "I'm sorry," He whispered, "I probably should've asked, but you just looked s-so pretty and I didn't want to waste the moment—"

You collided your lips against his, kissing him deeply, your arms around his neck. He raised his other hand, cupping your face lovingly. And you're just there, on the ground, in a roller rink, with bruised knees, and creating quite the traffic. But you didn't mind at all; even if later you'd squirm with humiliation, even if your knees hurt so badly. Because you weren't going to break away from Peter, and neither was he.

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[domesticangel]

ok ok a 68 plymouth gtx for ris is perfection but what do u think the rest of the squadra has? i really wanna say one of them has a studebaker somehow but i just dont know (ignore it was a us based company i love them anyways shhhh)

god. this is the best ask i couldve ever gotten. buckle up. ha ha. bc cars. and also bc I’m not gonna shut the fuck up

but YEAH NO SAME i also chose to foolishly disregard that italians wouldnt likely drive american cars (or necessarily drive at all…america is mad obsessed with cars compared to a lot of other countries so sdkfhsdkj) bc its all fun and games so ik a lot of this would be unrealistic but I’m american so i really only know about american cars/cars that are popular in america dskjfsdkjf so sorry for America-Centrism On Main but if any italians or ppl w knowledge of italian cars wanna chime in w their own takes, by all means!!!

oh and this post also foolishly assumes la sqaudra has money. lets pretend for just this post they all actually got paid for their jobs

SO WITH THAT OUT OF THE WAY warning this is gonna make this post rly long but I’m gonna ad pics of the cars i think they’d all drive like. in case anyone reading wants to know what they look like but doesn’t wanna look em all up so I’m gonna throw this under a cut in case it gets crazy

ok i can 1000% see sorbet and gelato sharing a like studebaker speedster that they would take out cruising for special occasions….it would spend most of its time under a tarp locked in a garage bc if you touch that car without permission you WILL die by their loving intertwined hands. some couples have babies. some couples get dogs. sorbet and gelato got a studebaker speedster and treated it with almost as much love as they do each other. one might think their driving would match the “crazy” impression everyone has of them but honestly? they prefer to take it slow and cruise so they have more time to enjoy each others company. on the job they’ll wreck a rental all to hell, but not their baby. the rest of squadra would low key fear for their lives on the rare occasion that sorbet and gelato offered them rides in their car bc the inside is spotless and they all knew if they left anything out of place or dirtier than they found it their time was up

i think they’d dig a color scheme something like this; still looks mob and sophisticated without losing the whimsicality u feel me

i really like a classic chevelle ss or ‘67 mustang gt500 for formaggio

(ignore how fuckin shiney these are bc make no mistake his would be scratched and worn all to hell)

in line w my headcanon that he’d be knowledgable about cars, i think he’d like supe them up and mod them for street racing or 1960s style drag racing. since we don’t get a lot of individual sqaudra backstory i sometimes think about him maybe losing his parents at a young age or having a bad home life as is typical of passione members and getting taken in by a local mechanic, and only as he got older realizing the shop had mafia ties which eventually paved the way for his induction etc but the knowledge and interest in cars always stuck with him. i think he’d probably drive the most recklessly out of all of squadra (rivaled only by ghiaccio ofc) bc he just loves to go fast as fuck and show off. he’s definitely a revs-the-engine-when-he-drives-by-someone-cute ass bitch

illuso would drive a ‘71 dodge demon, and honestly only because he liked the name and how it looked

it would honestly drive formaggio insane that illuso would ONLY use this car to get around as opposed to flying down the countryside or doing burnouts in a field. illuso doesn’t know much about cars and he doesn’t care to learn either; if it looks good and the engine turns he’s happy. formaggio would BEG him to race him or let him take it for a spin, but illuso would be adamant in turning him down every time. he has no desire to take risks and tear up a perfectly good car, but if he feels especially generous he’ll let formaggio ride with him while formaggio excitedly rattles off specs illuso doesn’t understand in the slightest. he won’t readily admit to it but seeing formaggio that excited is really endearing and illuso would even end up learning something here and there from their time spent together

ghiaccio is anal enough about All Things Italian that he breaks my disclaimer and actually does drive an italian car. y'all already know what the fuck is going on

hell yeah ghiaccio drives a lambo. ‘71 lamborghini miura to be exact. and boy does he make this motherfucker screech and drift. as much as he seems to abuse the car he’s extremely uptight about upkeep and will take it in as often as needed for repairs. you can also bet your ass he’d berate any of his fellow squadra members that didn’t drive italian-made cars, asking them why they’d choose to drive that trash on wheels when their country is home to the best cars in the entire fucking world and they have their pick. being in the passenger seat with him at the wheel is terrifying, don’t get me wrong, but he’s actually a very skilled driver, like to the point that he probably couldve been a stunt car driver if he wanted. but whatever you do don’t show any adverse reactions to his hard turns or brakes bc he will take it as a personal insult to his skill as a driver and you will find that the louder his voice gets the heavier his foot gets on the gas so Good Fucking Luck. (also yes ik we already see ghiaccio driving a car in canon but its headcanon time and during headcanon time ghiaccio rocks the fucking lambo)

prosciutto would drive a big beautiful blue ‘65 thunderbird convertible

he would also be very particular about the upkeep of his car, but without any sort of personal touch; he hasn’t the time nor desire to keep up with the car himself so he just makes sure he takes it to a reputable shop to do it for him. it’s not his “baby” or an heirloom; its just a car. it runs and looks good as all fuck while doing it so thats all he really cares about tbh. that said, if anyone ever scratched or keyed or dented it they wouldn’t live long to regret bc as a wise man once said, you don’t fuck with a mans automobile. i mentioned this in the my squadra meme as well, but even though he smokes like a chimney, he NEVER smokes in his car. no smoking, eating, or drinking in the thunderbird. sealed packs of cigs in the console only and if the seals been broken it has to stay in your pocket. the upholstery is pristine and he prefers to keep it that way. he’s a very mild mannered driver and even often errs on the side of slow; he doesn’t really see the point in wasting gas by speeding or messing up the tires or alignment by showboating. he knows that he AND the car already look good enough to command bystanders’ attention so he doesn’t waste his time with any extra flashiness

ima keep it real with you chief: melone would drive a car you could fuck in the back of and thats about all there is to it, so look no further than the spacious ‘61 chrysler newport

he would somehow figure out a way to get an aux cord and a sound system in this old motherfucker and would listen to his music so loud it about rattled the doors off, much to any passengers’ chagrin. he’s almost worse to ride with than formaggio or ghiaccio because he texts and messes with the music the entire time he’s driving. like its almost impressive how often he manages to NOT have his hands on the wheel. he’s a master knee-driver. all that in mind the rest of squadra groans in unison when melone offers to drive and risotto, who doesn’t have time for a squabble, gives the ok and send them on their way bc they know they’re gonna have to deal with melone insisting that driver picks the music and white knuckling the handles the whole time. but regardless, if the chrysler’s rockin and the britney’s boppin, don’t come a-knockin

since i see pesci as the youngest i think he’d be the last to get a car, but the rest of squadra would surprise him by all pitching in and getting him a ‘69 buick sport wagon

it’d definitely be a fixer-upper (prosciutto insisted it’d be good for pesci to retroactively “earn” the car by learning how to take care of it, prompting the rest of squadra to point out prosciutto never even learned how to fix a car himself) but pesci would be out of his mind appreciative of it either way. after years of only ever riding in the back seat of someone else’s car he’d be so excited about finally having a car to call his own. formaggio would take him under his wing and show him everything he needed to do to make sure she stayed running in tip-top shape and they’d grow pretty close over it; formaggio would lose his damn mind the first time he’d convince pesci to do a burnout on his own. pesci would try his best to keep the car clean but he’d probably have a bad habit of leaving empty drink bottles in the floorboard or extra jackets in the back seat, but all in all he’d do a pretty good job taking care of the car and making the generous gift from his team worth it. most non-work related outings would have pesci chauffeuring, but he wouldn’t mind, bc seeing all his friends crammed into his car and having a good time would make him really happy

and last but not least risotto and his ‘68 plymouth gtx 🖤

perhaps surprisingly he wouldnt be excessively meticulous about upkeep; he definitely wouldnt do anything needlessly reckless to harm the car or neglectful of standard upkeep, but he would definitely see it as more of a personal part of him than a machine that needed to maintain perfection. he wouldn’t really sweat scratches or dents here and there; they’re bound to happen to a car that old and if he found the time he’d take it to get it buffed. like i said in the hc meme i think it would’ve belonged to his father (or any family member he was close to really) and it was passed onto him when he died so it’s kind of a sentimental thing for risotto. though not quite the same level as formaggio, he’s fairly good at making standard repairs on his own, and doesn’t mind spending a weekend or two up under the car fixing it up and making sure it runs smooth. the rest of squadra would each be surprised the first time they ever rode anywhere with him; the second the car started old classic rock or metal would blast through the speakers, with risotto mumbling a quick sorry and turning it down, but not all the way off. they would find out that their stoic leader prefers to drive with the windows down, one hand on the wheel, other out the window tapping to the beat of the music on the hood

aaaaaaaaand YEAH. i told you i wasn’t gonna shut the fuck up DSFHKJADHKSDJ LMAO SORRY I WENT TF OFF BUT YEAH THOSE ARE MY. SQUADRA CLASSIC CAR HCs

#txt #la squadra di esecuzione #yeah i gonna tag this!! just for funsies!! #idk just in case anyone else is. as interested in specifically squadra and classic cars as i am LMAO

[smallblanketfort]

as someone who was raised without religion idk much about god. i have ideas on what i believe in but i’m not sure how strongly i back them. what is god to you? how do you even define the word ‘god’? can god be anything as long as he/she/they/it is something you believe in?

long post alert! first know that my belief in god is why i am here. this belief made this blog. this is such a lovely, big question i have been pondering. i am so so honored that you are asking. i think it’s important to remember that faith in god is really what you make of it. in the words of tyler joseph, “Faith is to be awake, and to be awake is for us to think.. you need to try to think.” remember this. your faith is your own to create.

just a note, this post will seem all over the place, but it’s only bc my belief in god is so intertwined with life philosophy and experience. i cannot separate these things.

first, things important to note in your faith journey //  god as a being who loves questions and god as a being not defined by church or politics

as a bit of background, i grew up in christian churches, and i still call myself a christian. as i have gained life experience and developed my own identity, this has allowed me to ask more questions about the Bible and the traditional god.

don’t let questions scare you. questions are a healthy way to explore and get to know such enormous concepts such as the divine. questions get you answers.

don’t let your aggressive stop you. “Is it ever acceptable to be angry at God? I would suggest that it is not only acceptable, it may be one of the hallmarks of a truly religious person. It puts honesty ahead of flattery.”- Harold S. Kushner

often, churches may shoot down questions, but this is a hierarchal system speaking, not god. churches are made of people. they don’t speak for god, and i really need you to remember this. you don’t have to subscribe to everything a church says. question everything. the bible is absolutely full of people questioning and doubting and being angry with god- which is part of why i believe in it. it’s raw humanness, and it is okay. listen to cataracts by levi the poet, or at least the track big business. alternatively: “Every day I am afraid that he [Jesus] died for nothing because he is buried in our churches, because we have betrayed his revolution in our obedience to and fear of the authorities.”— excerpt from ���A Radical Christian Creed” by Dorothee Soelle

god and genderso to begin, i recently tweeted about god being… gender queer, or simply without gender. the bible generally uses masc pronouns and titles like father, but i believe that an unlimited god cannot be constrained into human constructs. if we are all made in god’s image, god is not strictly male. to say god can only be male is to place societal, human constraint on the devine. the characteristics to describe the divine biblical “father” arent reserved for male in our society. god isnt human. i am getting into the practice of saying “the divine” or “they” pronouns to describe god. anyway- i do believe in the trinity (god, son, holy spirit, more on this towards the bottom) so they is absolutely a christian term.

god and love and evili believe god is a loving, creating force. i often hear people asking “why does god allow this” and frankly, i can’t relate. if i believe in a good force, i have to believe in an evil force as well. if i believe in good and evil, i have to also believe they are at odds, fighting a spiritual warfare. i also hate the phrase “it happens for a reason.” sure, maybe. but your tragedy is tragedy. your chaos/trauma/pain is chaos/trauma/pain, not a lesson by default. however, since i do believe god is a loving, creating force, i believe that god can find something good to give you out of everything. perhaps we might not discover this good for years, or maybe the good will be something that you don’t experience, but, for example, perhaps telling your story saves someone else.

everything good as an echo to the divinealong with that, i believe everything good in the world is created by god, and thus an extension / connection to the divine. this helps me overcome depression and anxiety. i can wake up every day and say, wow, look at all this faith entertained: the sky and its clouds. leaves. the way milky chai tastes. music somehow exists and transcends space and time?? people love hugs? animals like pats? science!! sweaters are dope, they change our body temperature. the fuel that keeps us going tastes good??? what even is taste? can you believe color is just light unabsorbed? incredible. thank you.this type of gratitude is indeed a practice, something to work on daily. it’s not always easy. i don’t want to act like it’s an easy cure to mental illness. it’s a practice that def helps me tho.

including all peoplewhich extends towards people. i love the phrase namaste: the divine light in me recognizes and honors the divine light in you. suddenly, everyone is valuable. everyone is created. everyone is experiencing the world. it makes kindness much easier. this is why i don’t understand most phobias… how can one say a divine creator didn’t mean to create different flavors of love?! it’s beautiful.

let me say that again: all peoplei want to get this straight, esp w our… political climate. this post say it better than i can: the immigrant apostle creed and the litany for the dreamers. i also think it’s interesting to remember that many native americans believe that trans people are closer to the divine, bc of points i made earlier- god can’t really be boxed into a gender. also, i believe in a feminist jesus that was a child refugee and a homeless man who experienced suicidal thoughts and anxiety. (i’ll try to link references when i get home)

other religions and my godi study a lot of buddhism and other religions. i like to understand things. i love buddhism, and i believe it, but i think that having faith in this god offers depth and purpose. where buddhism empties, yeshua, the christian jesus, fills. it’s service to ease the pain of the earth, out of love. that’s it.

faith as movementwhich is also to say, yes, shitty people exist, and i can easily become so. it’s an uphill battle, but i like to view living as becoming closer to the person i was created to be. as we live, we have all these sides giving us input, shaping us. what we believe shifts who we are. we need to be selective as to which voices we are buying into. are these voices bringing us closer to the loving, whole person we are created to be?

god as a forgiving figurei believe god is forgiving. again, i believe in an evil force too, but i believe that god’s doors stay open. this isn’t an end. 

everything is a gift / god in everythingwhich brings it full circle. i believe god’s hand is in all the beautiful things. the giggly groupchats and sleep overs. the gasps of surprised joy and the dark chocolate. love love love love so many types of love. comfy beds. so much can be a religious experience.

further reading, from twenty one pilots to tags to the message-

i encourage you to also take a peek at my thread on coping mechanisms in twenty one pilots’ discography. it’s extremely difficult for me to separate top from my faith.

as for the trinity… just as i have different facets (daughter, friend, lover, coworker, etc) i believe that god can have different facets as well- the divine figure who is all knowing, the figure who has experiences humanness, and the spirit that comes closer, inhibiting the rest. tbr, i don’t find this concept extremely important. it’s all god to me, whatever.

again, thank you so so much for giving me space to talk about this. it’s so generous and kind and open of you. i am genuinely honored. it’s something that is very engrained into the way i see the world, tho i know i do not speak of it often. it’s difficult for me to find the vocabulary for something that is so based on feeling and experience for me.

if you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask! i’d really love the dialogue.

if you want a jumping off place for what i believe, the message bible is really cool. you can read it in book form from your library, or online for free. start at luke, or matthew/mark/john- just any of the four books about jesus. read the words, not what you’ve heard in politics or church. i can’t stress this enough. the more i read, the less i see a connection between these institutions.

i also have a faith tag on my personal blog. you can get a feel for what i believe here.

i hope that was vaguely interesting to someone :)) again feel free to ask any questions 

xxx you are loved for who you are and the true you you are becoming

#anon #faith

[ourhappylies]

Natasha Romanoff Fluff Alphabet - Marvel

Author: Cherry🍒 Requested: Anonymous.

A = Attractive. What do they find attractive about the other?

Your ability to be understanding, honesty and compassion. She sees traits in you that she wishes she had, and being around you slowly helps her to develop those characteristics and she appreciates it more than you could realise.

B = Baby. Do they want a family? Why/Why not?

Natasha isn’t much of a family person and she’s never really thought about starting a family. She’s worried she couldn’t provide a life they would deserve, Natasha also isn’t willing to give up her job anytime soon.

C = Cuddle. How do they cuddle?

She likes to lay on her back with you laying next to her, she’ll intertwine her fingers with yours and hold your hand tightly.

D = Dates. What are dates with them like?

She doesn’t care what it is you two go on a date as long as she gets to be with you. Hearing your voice and the sound of your laugh always makes her day, so as long as she can hear those two sounds then it’s perfect for her. Natasha will typically take you somewhere quiet and serene for a date, like a park or even the beach, it lets her escape the chaotic life she lives and also be with you.

E = Everything. You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

“You are my whole world, my life, my everything. I couldn’t do this without you, Y/N.”

F = Feelings. When did they know they were falling in love?

Natasha is a very aloof person, never allowing anyone to get too close or know too much about her. She knew she was falling in love when she wanted to share everything with you, every single detail of her life. She wasn’t afraid to open up to you anymore.

G = Gentle. Are they gentle? If so, how?

Natasha is usually gentle. She’d never hurt you, at least not intentionally. She’ll be gentle until the both of you have some privacy where she may become not so gentle.

H = Holding Hands. How do they like to hold hands?

Natasha isn’t really into PDA so she doesn’t often hold your hand out in public, but when going on dates or laying in bed together, that’s when she’ll eagerly hold your hand.

I = Impression. First impression/s?

Natasha noticed almost everything about you when she first met you due to her observant nature. She watched your small nervous habit, the way you looked around Avengers tower in complete awe, and the way you smiled. She was immediately curious about the new member of the team/

J = Joker. Are they into pulling pranks?

Not too much. With encouragement, she’ll happily pull the occasional prank on Clint and Tony, sometimes Steve.

K = Kiss. How do they kiss?

Expertly. She’s a great kisser and she also knows what you like. Natasha will make you weak at the knees and desperate for more of her with just one kiss.

L = Love. Who says ‘I love you’ first?

Natasha waited for you to say it first. She’s reserved when it comes to emotions and so naturally she refused to say it first, fearful that you would turn her away and say you don’t feel the same. But the moment the words slipped past your lips, she enclosed your lips with hers, letting you know in a non-verbal way that she felt the same way about you.

M = Memory. What’s their favourite memory together?

A loud yell echoed through the Avengers tower from the open kitchen, drawing the attention of everyone close enough to hear it. When everyone arrived at the kitchen, they were all extremely surprised by the sight in front of them.

There stood you, Natasha and Tony. Both you and Natasha had cookie dough on your hands and bits of flour all over your clothing. Meanwhile, an angry scowl took over Tony’s expression, from head-to-toe he was cloaked in the white powder. Behind him, you stood on a bench, holding the now empty container.

“Y/N, run!” Natasha and Sam Wilson yelled at the same time. You took off down the hallway with Natasha by your side and Tony hot on your heels. It was one of the rare moments where Natashas playful and joyous side shined through.

N = Nickel. Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?

She’s not much of a spoiler. But if there’s an anniversary, birthday or some sort of celebration coming up, she’ll secretly buy you the thing she knows you very badly want to surprise you.

O = Orange. What colour reminds them of their other half?

Maroon red. Tony made you a specialised suit that worked well for your abilities. Because of how often she sees you in the maroon suit, she can’t help but think of you when she sees the colour.

P = Petnames. What petnames do they use?

“Beautiful”, “Sweetie”, “Angel”, “Sugar” and “Dearest”.

Q = Quaint. What is their favourite non-modern thing?

Natasha loves old-style dresses from around the 50’s era and she has a small collection of them too. She’ll wear them every now and then especially to Tony’s parties.

R = Rainy Day. What do they like to do on a rainy day?

Natasha likes to bake. It’s not something many people know about her, but she quite enjoys the hobby. She picked up a few recipes and learned how to bake during her time undercover and while she’s been travelling. Whenever she gets a free day, Natasha will go to the kitchen and bake until her heart is content. She’s very good at it too, everything always tastes delicious.

S = Sad. How do they cheer themselves/others up?

Natasha is very withdrawn when it comes to emotions, she won’t willingly open up about them, not at first. She tends to hide her sadness until she trusts you more, then she starts coming to you and she’ll try to talk about it.

T = Talking. What do they like to talk about?

There isn’t one specific thing she likes to talk about, it always changes. She’ll talk about movies, music, TV shows, gossip, books, fashion, and so on. Anything that comes to mind, she’ll talk about.

U = Unencumbered. What helps them relax?

Two things help her relax; a long workout to exhaust her followed up by a hot bath. Natasha will ask you to join her or at least sit in the bathroom and chat with her while she relaxes. Your company always helps her feel at ease.

V = Vaunt. What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

Natasha likes to show off her resilience. She’s tough and strong, there isn’t much that frightens Natasha. Her ability to keep on fighting in life is something she’s proud of after everything she’s been through she hasn't give up.

W = Wedding. When, how, where do they propose?

She proposed after a brutal mission. Natasha’s head leant against your shoulder from where you both sat down heavily against a cool wall of the Quinjet. She had grabbed your had and interlaced her fingers with yours, loosely holding your hand. Soft panting was all that could be heard in the small aircraft as the Avengers regained their breath. Not a single word was spoken, everyone was beyond exhausted from the battle. The silence that filled the air was relaxing enough to slowly soothe members into a slumber.

That was until Natasha broke the silence, “Y/N?”

“Hm?” You responded halfheartedly, too tired to attempt to form more than that.

“Will you marry me?” she asked unexpectedly, drawing the attention of every single person on the jet, “I thought I was going to lose you during the fight and that scared me. It made me realise that I can never live without you, I want to be with you, no, I need to be with you for the rest of my life. So, will you… will you marry me?”

“Yes,” the word had barely left your mouth before your lips collided with hers in a love-filled kiss. The cheering, clapping and congratulations from the team filled the air, startling both you and Natasha from the kiss.

X = Xylophone. What’s their song?

‘Believer’ by Imagine Dragons. She loves the strong beat in the music, and the meaning behind the lyrics too.

Y = You. You are the ___ to my ___ (e.g. the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

“You are the sun to my blue sky,” Natasha suddenly stated, breaking the calm silence that had settled. Her hands tugged on yours lightly as she led you around the track in the national park. Her eyes were fixated on the horizon ahead of us with the sun shining brightly in front of a beautiful, blue backdrop.

Z = Zebra. If they wanted a pet, what would they get?

Natasha would get a Russian Blue cat. Russian Blue’s are very loving towards their owners and enjoy being around them. Natasha would pick a cat because they’re easy to take care of, don’t demand much attention and they’re small.

#Natasha Romanoff #Natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov #Natasha Romanoff fluff #Natasha Romanoff fluff alphabet #fluff #fluffy #Natasha Romanoff imagine #Natasha Romanoff oneshot #Natasha Romanoff alphabet #x reader #reader insert #black widow #Scarlett Johansson #Black Widow x reader

[buckyswinterchildren]

Where Do We Go (Part 2)

Bucky Barnes x Reader [AU!]

Summary: Bucky and you both know what it feels like to be alone and you come to meet when he moves to your town; two souls looking for their happiness and their place in this world.

Words: 1531

A/N: Thank you all of you who has given the first chapter of this series a chance. I really appreciate your comments, your likes. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Tags: @supersoldierslover @flaipa @barnesandnoble13 @amrita31199 @winterboobears  @m-a-t-91 @winters-beauty

Masterlist of the series

(Credits to the owner of the gif.)

Monday night. 

As usual, at the beginning of the week, the bar is almost empty. Just five tables out of the forty are occupied right now. Two girls in one of the corner, a couple eating fried potatoes in the other,  a guy who seems to be waiting for others to arrive, two men in their forties near the front door of the bar, and four friends on another one.

In the counter, two men are sit with their drinks in hand. You are giving your back to them as you are arranging the glasses according to their size.

Monday nights are one of your favourite days of the week because you can actually hear the music that plays in the background. The guitars, the drums, the bass. Otherwise, all the voices would cover the sound that comes out from the speakers.

As soon as you turn around, you can see that someone new is on the counter. You recognize him immediately. “Hey, I didn´t know it was you, James.”

“Hi,” he answers, smiling to you. “I didn´t know you work here.”

“Yes,” you check your clock and then continue: “until a few more minutes I am your bartender. So, how can I help you?”

“Just give me a beer,” Bucky says as he intertwins his fingers. “Whichever you prefer.”

You move your mouth to your right, thinking. “Do you like red ale?” you ask as you look at the beer taps behind you.

“I do.” 

“Red ale it is, then.” You take one of the glasses you were arranging some minutes ago, put it down the tap and wait until the glass is full. “Here you have.”

“Thanks,” Bucky says, smiling at you again.

“How was your first week at the house?” you ask him, without thinking if you are actually bothering him. When you do realize it, you bite your lip.

To your surprise, Bucky answers you gently. “Fine. It is a nice neighbourhood, for what I´ve seen these days.”

“It is; I lived there my whole life and people are really nice. And, I should not be saying this since we sell them here, but just two blocks from where you live there is this place that sells the best fried potatoes of this city.”

Bucky laughs and it is the very first time you see him laughing. “Well, thank you, now I know where to go. I can come here with the fries bought already.”

“I promise I won´t say a thing if I see you eating them in here. My silence for a fried potato.  Although I recommend you do it on Fridays or on weekend days; there are much more people and no one will notice it.”

“You would be good doing market studies,” Bucky jokes after he drinks from his glass. “Are you here every day?”

“You want a discount, uh?” Before you keep talking, the younger man on the counter interrupts you.

“Sorry,” he calls you as he leans on the counter. “Can you give me more peanuts?”

“Sure!” you say as you look at him. “Wait a minute,” you tell Bucky. 

You take the bowl that is in front of the man and fill it with more peanuts. “Here you have,” you hand in the bowl with a smile.

“Thank you.”

Meanwhile, Bucky was watching you as you did your work and as you return to where he is. “What I was telling y-? Oh, I remember. I am here from Monday to Friday, only. But the rest of the bartenders are just as cool as me, so come whenever you want.”

You feel a hand on your shoulder an you turn around. “They are not going to pay you more for being here more minutes,” Pietro jokes as he kisses your forehead and puts on the black apron.

“Hey! W- What time is it?” You see that you should have already left the bar. You look at Bucky and ask him: “do you want me to fill your glass before I leave?” 

“No, it´s fine. Just go. Thanks.”

“Ok. Thank you for letting me talk to you.” You untie your apron. “Now I will leave you alone and in peace. Bye, James. Have a nice week.”

“Bye, Y/N. You too.”

Fifteen minutes before you leave, Bucky leaves the bar too. “Bye, man,” he says to Pietro, who was cleaning the counter.

“Bye. Have a nice day,” Pietro answers and keeps doing the cleaning.

As Bucky approaches the front door of the bar, a new song starts playing and he recognizes it. His little brother plays it all the time. What was its name? He does not remember now, he just now it is a Noel Gallagher´s song.

For the first time since he got in the bar, his mind goes back to his family, to New York, the place where he lived all his life until a week ago. To his old life, or the one that he is trying to forget, or change, or fix, if possible.

Back there, Bucky was always surrounded by people, either by friends or coworkers. And now, here he is, walking alone the streets of this new city towards his new house.

Streets and blocks that he barely knows. 

Tonight, he decided to get out of the house and explore the surroundings. He put on his leather jacket and started to walk the places he supposes, one day, will be familiar. 

After walking for about twenty minutes, he found himself in front of a luminous bar. As it has huge glass windows, he could see the inside and decided to get in since it was a desert. The antithesis of the nights spent outdoors in New York City. 

And right now, all he needed was that: a quiet, or almost quiet place.

Of course he was not expecting to find you, the only person he has had contact with since his arrival. 

He is glad he decided to get out of his house and forget about his problems for a while.

“Too much caffeine will kill you.” 

You turn around as you drink from the purple mug to see that Maria is walking into the kitchen. “It seems I get stronger throughout the years. It hasn´t  even caused me an anxiety attack.”

Maria takes a mug from the cupboard and starts preparing her tea. “Lucky you. I hate it since college. I thought it was going to become my friend, but no. Every time I drunk it, I ended up worse.”

You lean on one of the walls, the one that has the only window of the room, and take a look at the scenery beneath you. 

“Hey,” Maria changes the topic of conversation and you turn your head to look at her. “How is everything with your house? I remembered it this morning.” The noise of the spoon against the mug can be heard as she swirls the liquid.

“Great! He arrived like a week ago and-?”

“He?! Is there just one person living in that house?” 

“Yeah. I know that it´s too big for just one person, I am the clear example of that, but I don´t know, I am no one to judge his tastes. Maybe he likes living in a huge house by his own.”

“Or maybe he is in something weird.”

“What?” You laugh at Maria´s commentary. “Like what? Like doing drugs? Yeah, maybe I am the landlord of the new Walter White,” you answer, sarcastically.  “No, he seems a reliable person.”

“Is he from here?”

“No.” You leave the mug on the table before taking a sit. “He comes from New York. Maybe the universe sent him to me so I can ask him about it.”

“You can do like those reality shows in which you exchange houses with another person for a while. It would be a good deal to you.”

“Don´t even tell me. I cannot wait to go to there.”

“Do you know when you can be going?”

“Well... if I am optimistic, maybe in six or seven months. I really thank Pietro for having told me that they were looking for a bartender. If not, the money I gain as a secretary in this place wouldn´t have been enough.”

“I am happy for you. But I am gonna miss you here. Who else am I going to laugh about all these lawyers with? I should make a casting for your replacement.”

“I bet you would do it.”

“Have you seen apartments in New York?”

“Yeah. I am looking for cheap apartments but it is hard to find one that I can afford. I am seriously thinking about being in a hotel for a time. I have a whole notebook dedicated only to my plans for New York. I write down everything: what I need, the prices of the apartments, the different subways and the combinations. Everything.”

“As you said, maybe destiny sent you this man to help you with all those details.”

“I should get closer to James then,” you tell Maria as you smile, not without thinking about the possibility of him helping you. 

Yes, you definitely need to get closer to James.

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[toumakibangs]

Lost in this moment

Prompt: “You’re going to take all of me, I don’t care if it’s too much.”

Jules’ Notes: This is a direct continuation of myfirst piece: “Feels like I’m all the way back where I belong”, but can be read on its own. Btw I think that my greatest talent lies in taking a prompt and turning it into something it was probably not meant to be at all.

That said: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JINPACHI!!! =ç___ç=

Very few experiences beat the sensation of utter bliss that comes with lying on the tall green grass of a hill, under the sun, shoes forgotten and a bottle of fresh water. After a terrific climb, and with your sworn rival sprawled beside you.

Especially when your sworn rival is also your long-term boyfriend, whose birthday you are celebrating in a way that is equally maudlin and idiotic. Much like your relationship as a whole.

- The Inter-High route, Yuu? Really?

It’s our Inter-High route, Makishima thinks as he fans himself and looks away, and I hoped you of all people would have appreciated the sentiment. But maybe it was just wishful thinking – maybe Toudou doesn’t care about these things anymore, after all; maybe this year’s competition of theirs, this thing they do of finding the best way to celebrate each other’s birthday every time, is meant to end with a clamorous and disastrous defeat on Makishima’s part. Maybe he’s just overthinking things, as usual, because Toudou is already poking his side and rising up on his left elbow to look at him.

- I’m right here. Pay attention to me instead of disappearing into your own head.

He’s puffing his cheeks and pouting like he did when they were kids, and Makishima is glad to be reminded that even though they’ve changed, there’s still something of the people they were in them: that hairstyles come and go, and faces wrinkle, that even your attitude shifts and adapts to the flow of time, but every person does indeed have an immutable core that’s theirs alone. It’s reassuring, when melancholy hits too hard, to catch a glimpse of it in Toudou’s everyday gestures.

Makishima raises his hand to smooth the line between Toudou’s eyebrows.

- Stop frowning, you’ll get wrinkles.

Toudou pinches his nose.

- Stop brooding, you’ll miss out.

- …on what?

Toudou bends down and kisses him lightly on the lips.

- On this beautiful day you were so lovely to organize.

Makishima grits his teeth and puts a bony hand on Toudou’s  face, pushing him away.

- Don’t make fun of me.

He makes to sit up but Toudou pulls him down again and keeps a palm on his chest. Makishima looks up at him: his features are more defined, his hair is longer, his shoulders filled out – but from this perspective, in front of the light and wearing his old Hakogaku jersey, Toudou really looks like his old self. Makishima knows the same can’t be said for him: he might be dressed in Sohoku’s yellow uniform and still be lankier than the average person, but his green mane is just a memory right now, his hair needing more resting time, nowadays, in between heavy bleaching and dying sessions. He likes to have it done before he goes home, usually, but this year it wasn’t possible. Toudou didn’t give sign of having noticed, and Makishima wonders when it happened, that he became the one in this relationship more obsessed with memories, anniversaries and appearances. Maybe when he left his homeland and decided to live his life in between continents, and holding onto the few certainties of his past became a necessity. Because if everything went on and changed while he wasn’t there, if he came back to a home that had left him behind, where he was supposed to fit?

Toudou’s voice shakes him out of his thoughts, and his index finger running on his cheek distracts him enough to prevent him from falling back into them.

- You’re doing it again.

- Doing what.

- Over-analysing something very simple. It was a wonderful surprise. I had lots of fun, even if you let me win because it’s my birthday.

- I didn’t. You won it fair and square.

- Then we’re really getting old, because that time was abysmal.

Makishima chuckles, and Toudou lies down at his side, caressing his arm.

- What I mean is: I’m happy to be here, with you. And I admit I felt very emotional the whole time it took to climb up here.

- Maybe that’s why your time was abysmal.

Toudou pokes his side and he squirms at the tickling sensation.

- Yours too, smartass.

*

They stare at the horizon, naked feet on the grass and an impromptu picnic improvised with the few things Makishima was able to order and have delivered at the top of the mountain, right on time. Toudou chuckles at the delivery van as it starts its descent.

- Always the high-end treatment, uh?

Makishima rolls his eyes at him as he spreads out a blankets that was included in his boxes and lays out a few fancy looking, sealed bowls.

- As if you didn’t enjoy being spoiled rotten.

Toudou shows him his tongue.

- It’s my birthday. I’m allowed to indulge myself today.

*

The banquet is small, but colourful and tasty and a true delicacy after the physical exertion. It’s also reasonably balanced in terms of nutritional values, a coincidence too fortunate to not be deliberate. There is also cake, with a symbolic candle to blow out, but Toudou doesn’t comment on it except to say how much he loves it and how good it tastes.

A light breeze lifts up after lunch, and they watch white clouds run after each other on the clear blue sky – heads touching, fingers intertwined.

- Thank you, Maki-chan.

Makishima blushes.

- I-Idiot.

Toudou turns and stares at him with the kind of gaze that has always been able to make Makishima weak in the knees.

- I mean it. I had fun.

Makishima closes his eyes. So many years and he still hasn’t learned to be honest with his boyfriend while looking him in the face.

- It’s not kaiseki ryori.

Toudou scoots closer to kiss his cheek.

- No, although it’s us all the same. Mountains and bikes and rivalry and all that teenage drama, but also leisure time and comfort and…

Makishima turns on his side, interested.

- …and what?

Toudou moves a few stray hairs out of his face.

- Stability.

*

- So…

- So?

- …are you going to spill the beans and make me emotional for real, or what?

The best thing about Toudou is that he’s always been able to read him like an open book. Makishima has never really opened up to him, or anyone, so Toudou’s talent for entering his lover’s head like it was his own has always been less than a lucky coincidence and more a sign of the universe telling them they were supposed to stick together. So far, it’s been right. Makishima knew he should have prepared some kind of speech. Toudou likes speeches, and strong declarations delivered with fervour. But he’s never had the social skills necessary to hold his own with crafty words and charisma, always preferring to show what he felt, more like describing it. In his opinion, there are things worth not mentioning: feelings are much more easily and effectively conveyed through colours and music and sincere gestures, for example. But there are also moments and occasions in which words are necessary. He’s aware of it, and so is Toudou who, although he has clearly understood what Makishima meant with today’s celebration, is deliberately playing dumb in order to hear Makishima saying it aloud. And since it’s Toudou’s birthday, and he has promised himself long ago to always do his best to give Toudou what he wants and make him happy, Makishima complies. Also because Toudou doesn’t know everything.

- I could have picked the route of our first climb, couldn’t I? The one I won. Or the one where we made our first promise. It would have been quite meaningful as well. They were all obvious choices, but this one was the most obvious of all, and you know how much I hate being obvious.

Toudou hums in agreement. The day a critic will deem Makishima’s creations as anything but out-of-the-ordinary, his boyfriend will quit the fashion industry forever.

- I chose this route because even if I had already fallen in love with you by the time we entered our third year of high-school, it was in this moment of my life that I realized I didn’t want to let you go. Despite my dreams, despite England, despite everything.

He points at the hairpins that are only partially visible from their position, at the road covered by the high trees and then at the one downhill.

- There is where I considered ditching my team for a last chance to ride with you. My sense of responsibility won, and I kept my position, but it took all my self-control, and the knowledge that I could have been capable of acting so selfishly just for the sake of a climb with you shook me real hard. That is where I caught up to you, and I think I will never forget the way you looked at me when I reached you.

- Neither will I.

- There is where you told me you were grateful for what we’d had. And I remember having the clearest epiphany of my life, and a voice in my head telling me to not give up and hold onto you, do everything in my power to not lose you, because I couldn’t have afforded it. And I couldn’t stand it either, the idea of you not being part of my life anymore.

Toudou looks at him with misty eyes.

- And you didn’t, did you? Let go, I mean.

Makishima laughs drily.

- I latched onto you like vine.

- All the while making me believe I was the pressing one.

- You were quite insistent yourself.

- Touché.

Makishima takes a deep breath and leans back on his hands, hair flowing in the wind.

- Jinpachi.

- Yes?

- We came back here after more than ten years since those days, and this place still gives me the same vibes.

Toudou’s voice gets stuck in his throat.

- W-What do you mean?

Makishima looks up at the sky, lopsided grin in place to testify he’s restless and slightly nervous.

- I mean that earlier today, much like ten years ago, I raced up these hills with you, crossed the highest peak with your name on my lips and my brain yelling at me to not dare let you go. But we’ve already been together this whole time, so there isn’t much I can do to make my intentions and commitment clearer. Unless…

Toudou speaks in a higher octave.

- Unless…?

Makishima brings a hand to the back pockets of his jersey and rummages into it for awfully long seconds until his fingers find their target and he fishes out a couple of silver bands, simple enough to be discreet, fancy enough to show personality. Toudou doesn’t have to look to know what date is carved on the inner side of the rings.

- Unless you accept to climb this new mountain with me?

The answer is a heavy body slamming into him and sending them both toppling down the slope until they hit the bottom and Makishima finds himself squashed under his apparently dead boyfriend.

- Jinpachi g-get up. You weight too muc-

Toudou doesn’t listen to him and shuts him up with a kiss that has nothing to do with the chaste pecks they’ve been exchanging the whole day. It makes Makishima dizzy in a way that feels surprising, given for how long they’ve intimately known each other. Toudou pulls back only when absolutely necessary, but doesn’t move a muscle, staying pressed against his lover and looking down on him with a dark face.

- No way. You’re going to take all of me, I don’t care if it’s too much.

Makishima stares at him, dumbstruck, and Toudou stares back, serious – it doesn’t last long, and they start laughing soon after.

Of course I’m taking you, Makishima thinks in between heated kisses, it’s the least I can do, since you’ll have me.

#toumaki month 2018 #submission #toumaki #julesdrenages

[softevan]

Ride Me Baby *Part 4* (Harry Styles Mini Series)

Hey guys this chapter is very sexual/sad so this is a warning. But I did enjoy writing this chapter, there is going to big a big story line in the next chapter so be sure to keep an eye out. But without further of due here is chapter 4, I hope you guys enjoy this one-K xxx

  **WARNING EXPLICIT AND DETAILED CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK** +18

  Word Count: 4,832

 Harry’s POV

Sitting in the coffee shop looking at my phone, trying to think of who to call. I only really have Y/N here with me in LA that I could really stay with and talk to, I miss London. The only person that comes to mind is Kendall but its only going to make things worse if I call her. She is the only person who I can think of right now. “Hey Harry, how was your vacation?” Kendall’s voice, so chirpy on the other line. This is the awakening I needed, I knew I was making the wrong decision. “Eh, sorry Kendall, didn’t mean to dial your number” “Oh, no worries, Ill talk to you later on” “Okay take care” I immediately hung up the phone. I paid the cashier and walked back to our apartment, well I ran, to make sure that Y/N was still there, hopefully waiting for me to come back like she always does.

 I swiftly opened the front door and I walked into the living room to see my beautiful fiancé sleeping on the sofa with her legs tucked in front of her stomach. She looked so peaceful, but most likely not the way she fell sleep. I walked closely to her and knelt down to see her face, her makeup smeared down her face. To think I had done that to her was the worst feeling in the world. I knew that I had to fix this. I slowly pulled her body towards mine and I lifted her to our bed and tucked her in. I gave her a light kiss to her forehead and tip toed out the door. “I didn’t think you would have came back” I wimper of a voice whispered and I turned around to see her pale complexion looking directly at me. “Baby of course I came back, I love you, so much. I just needed a little breather that’s all” I sat down beside her and took her hands into mine. “You know nothing will ever break us, not Kendall, no the media, no one. Okay?” “Okay Harry, I love you. And I’m sorry, for everything” Her lip started to quiver as she looked down at our hands intertwined. “Y/N don’t ever think this is just your fault. I’m the main one to blame here” “No Harry your not. Your a nice guy that likes to keep everyone on good terms and I get that. I was never worried about us or you ever cheating on me because I know that you would never do that. Its just what she would be capiable of doing was something that I was more worried about.” “What do you mean?” She raised her body so she was sitting up properly facing me. “I don’t know the girl, but she comes across nice and polite because that’s just what the media is painting her out to be. And the media paints me out to be some nobody who stole harry from a celebrity, which don’t worry I’m not saying that I’m offended by that which I’m not. Its just that’s what I think she thinks of me too” I sat and thought long and hard about what she was saying, and you know what? It actually makes sense. I mean, yeah loads of celebrities always marry or date different celebrities, but that doesn’t mean that its always like that. “I get what your saying, it does make sense. But right now, I don’t care, and you shouldn’t let that affect our relationship because at the end of the day if Kendall was a decent friend, she wouldn’t even be having them thoughts. If that’s her plan well then she’s turned out to be a cunt, just saying” We both started laughing and I looked at her face studying mine. “Yeah your right” “I know I’m right, okay?” “Okay” “I love you and I don’t want you listening to anyone else and get on with our lives, right?” “Right” She giggled as she sat up and kissed me hard. “Right then, lets go and tell everyone the good news” Her face dropped as if I had pulled the P word out on her. I looked at her ring and pointed towards it. She immediately started laughing “Yes oh my god, I completely forgot” “Well lets make it something that you never want to forget” I lifted her off of the bed and swung her legs around my torso and pushed her lips onto mine. My hands went swiftly to her perked bum and gave her cheeks a good squeeze. “First stop, mums?” “But, that’s in England” “Well youll need to start packing”

 Y/N’s POV

I couldn’t believe that me and Harry were on our way to visit his family and tell them the good news. I just hope that the press haven’t leaked anything out to the public, but so far so good. Once me and harry got off the aeroplane we walked straight to his car and drove off to Cheshire. I love it when we go places so spontaciously and that paps don’t know a thing, it just makes you feel like your you, and your free, like a nobody. But in a good way. I rolled down the window as he drove down the motorway to the town and just took in the lovely fresh air and looked around the natural scenery around us. So peaceful, I wish we could come down to his home more because its just so refreshing. “Im so happy we are finally telling people about us, I cant wait” Harry stated as he took my hand from my thigh and intertwined our fingers to softly yet passionately. “Im so glad we are back home, feels like ages from we have been here” “I know I’m sure your excited to see everyone again, especially the fam bam” I giggled as he looked at me in complete awe in what I was saying. I loved the way he looked at me when I was talking. It felt like he was just lost in my words. I loved the way his mouth sometimes moved to the words that I was saying, the way his eyes diverts to mine then back to my moving lips. “Your my family now too, so no matter where I go, you are my family” “Harry” I gave his cheek a quick peck, I didn’t want him to loose concentration of the road ahead.

 We finally got to the village/town, and it was so homey, the tiny markets outside, the small shops around the squared off town, it was just something about it that made me see that this is was peace is like. “Here we are” “Thank god my bum is going numb” Harry giggled when I said that while rubbing my bum under the seat. “Ill help and make the numbness go away babe” His hand clung straight to my waist to move me up and he put his hands right under my bum. “Babe I think its okay” His chuckle filled the whole car, my favourite sound. We got out of the car and went straight to the boot to grab our bags, of course mine being heavier than his. And being the gentleman that he is he took most of the bags and let me go in first to help him open the doors, but I always knock, its very rude if you don’t, mother in law to be or not. “Harry! Y/N! I’m so happy you guys are here, oh my word” Anne came rushing out through the door before I even had reached it. “Y/N let me take them off your hands love, please come inside” “Thank you Anne” As I walked into the porch of their beautiful home I was welcomed by Harry’s dad, step dad, Gemma and a whole lot of his family and old friends. “Wow mum this is amazing, did you tell the whole town to come town and surprise us?” “Harry this is a rare moment, we almost never see you down here so we had to make the most of it” Robin said as he came from the kitchen and grabbed the suitcases from Harry then went for a hug. “Missed you guys so much” He went to Anne and gave her the longest hug ever. Looking across at Harry I seen a few tears streaming down his face, but of course Harry tried to hide it from everyone, but nothing passes me. “Thank you all so much for coming” He mumbled as he tried to save his voice from admitting he got abit emotional. Of course I would want him to be emotional. He hasn’t seen his family from my birthday which was a good 7 months ago. I walked over to Harry when everyone started walking into the kitchen to serve out food and what not. “Hey, you okay?” “Yeah baby I’m good” We shared a quick kiss and made out way into the kitchen to join the rest of the party. “Harry” Gemma screamed, running towards us as fast as she could get past people. The amount of people is incredible, its so hard to know where to go. “Oh my god Gem” Harry whisked her up off of the floor doing a little twirl. “Harry I cant believe your here, this is insane” Her eyes diverted to mine and again her eyes widened and she made a little scream out of her little frame and tried to tackle harry to get at me. “Y/N oh my god I didn’t know you were coming this is unreal, ahh I missed you girl” She gripped my waist and lifted me off of the floor giving me the tightest hug ever. Im not a very forthcoming person when it comes to hugs and stuff, but with Gemma ill have to get used to it. “Hey Gemma its so nice to see you too” “We have so much to catch up on girl” “I know its been ages, so happy that I’m here” “Good, were so happy that you came” “Me too chick me too” “Listen up everyone” I hear Robin shout to the crowd. “Im so happy ad grateful that you guys have came out here today to celebrate our main man and his woman back home” The applauds filled the room as we looked around, everyone looking at us, I hate this kind of attention so I rolled my headi into Harrys shoulders, and his hand moved directly to my waist and kissed my head. “But Harry I have a surprise for you, cmon out lads” Thats when Niall and Liam came strutting out of the living room and into the kitchen with their sassy walks they put on making all of us laugh and cheer. “Lads” His hands left them to go over to them and give them a hug. Its so nice to see them all still friends and getting along, I think that’s what all of us wanted.

 Harry’s POV

I’m so happy that everyone came out here to welcome us home, even the lads, I’m still beyond shocked. I was sitting with Liam and Niall catching up. Talking about the movie, their new music, personal lives, everything that we needed to talk about. I miss these lads so much, but there is only so much time of your life you can be with them. I do really miss it though. I caught a quick glimpse of Y/N talking to mum, dad and Gem, I love the way that they connect, I just knew that she was the one for me, but seeing them get along with no drama is what made it the final decision breaker. It wouldn’t have mattered either way but its brownie points really. “Y/N” I shouted over to grab her attention from the deep conversation they were having. “C ’mere love” “Okay ill be right over” “Lads gimmie one second I just need to talk to Y/N is that okay?” “Of course it is man take your time with the missis” Niall replied. “Cheers mate” I replied and met Y/N half way. “What’s up babe” Y/N smiled at me with that cute smile, she’s irresistible. “I think its time to tell them about us” Her eyes gave a doubtful look, then looked around us. “I mean, here, now? I mean I thought we were just telling you parents?” “But what a perfect way to tell everyone. This is all my friends ad family here, everyone is going to find out eventually, and I would rather let them hear it from us than the media, then that would be a whole blow up, and that’s the last thing I want. Please” I pouted at her, I grabbed her hands and placed them on my waist. I pulled her in more towards me so I could read her expressions better. “Okay if that’s what you want I don’t mind” “Look I know that you don’t like big crowds, but I think the time is perfect right now” “Okay” She looked down at her hands on me, trying to hide her nerves in her face. “I love you” “Love you H” She pulled up her face to give me a kiss. Her lips. I could taste them forever. “Guys can I have everyone’s attention, we have a announcement. Everybody” All eyes diverted to us as we stood with our hands interlinked. I looked down at Y/N which she was already facing me. “Me and Y/N are engaged” Everyone’s awes and applauding came with no hesitation, and the floods of all familiar faces came straight towards us to congratulate us. This is going to be a long but unreal day.

 A few hours had passed and everyone had left, bar a few close friends that lived nearby so they took it upon themselves to stay longer, which they are more than welcome to. Me, Y/N and Mum were sitting in the kitchen beside the island continuing talking, but most importantly about the wedding. “I still cant believe you guys are engaged. More to the fact I still cant believe that I missed this huge rock on your finger, how could I miss that” Her hand couldn’t let go of Y/N’s, looking at the ring. Y/N couldn’t swipe the smile off of her face as Mum couldn’t take her eyes off it. “Harry has good taste don’t you baby” “I do, anything for my princess” I walked over behind Y/N and put my arms around her shoulders and gave her a kiss to the top of her head. “I think this is enough wedding talk for one night, I think me and Y/N will hit the hay” “Yeah I am getting a little tired” “No problem my lovelies, we can discuss more about the wedding tomorrow, ahh, the wedding, this is so exciting” Mum started to welt up as mothers do. “Mum c’mon don’t be a blubbering mess now, what are you not going to be like at the wedding” I walked over to her and gave her a hug. “I know I know, its a mum thing I think” A mini chuckle came from her as she looked up at me, smiling. “I love you mum but were going to bed, night” “Goodnight my lovelies, sleep tight” “Goodnight Anne”

 We both walked upstairs into the bedroom and closed the door shut. I sat down on the bed and took my shoes off giving a sign of relief. “Thank god that evening is over, now I can just sleep” Y/N made her way over to me and pushed me back onto the bed. She pushed herself up on me and pulled her hands through my hair. Oh my god. “Is that all you wanna do..? Just sleep?” Her smirk just lit up the whole room, that sexy smirk that only I see behind closed doors. “Well what else did you have in mind?” I looked at her sexy curves, her dress so tight that it fit and extenuated her body to perfection. “Mmm I’m not sure, but defiantly not sleeping” Her face was not even inches away from mine, torturing me to kiss her, but I wasn’t going to give in, not yet. She quickly got up and made her way til a few feet in front of me. “Babe where are you doing?” “Watching you squirm as I tease the fuck out of you” She slowly took her hair out of her bun and shook it like in one of those hair adverts, so hot. Her hands made her way down to her hips, around her waist and back up to under her breasts. A massive gulp noise came from me as I witnessed her hands moving to remove her dress. My dick is rock hard right now, and I know she can see it. She slowly took her dress off, strap by strap. She pushed it down her waist until it landed like a pool at the bottom of her feet. She pushed it to the side, when I realised what she was wearing. The underwear that I got her before we left for England. “Fuck” I whispered to myself, which was pointless because she heard anyway. Her hands went straight down for her heat, and she didn’t hesitate to move her hand right underneath her knickers and inside of her. Fuck. Her hand started to move in circular motions as her eyes closed with pleasure. I sat on the bed, wanting to touch my rock hard on but I wanted to tease myself, I couldn’t give in, even though this was something that I imagined every single time I was away for work and I was alone. All I could do is imagine her rubbing herself while I fucked my hand to get me off, even though I wanted it to be her. Her moans escaped her mouth when her fingers went deeper. “Let me touch you, please let me touch you” “You have to be good Harry, you cant just get me and not work for it” Her smirk still was the only prominent feature on her face tonight. She was up to something and I liked where this was going. “I don’t care” I quickly got up and lifted her off of the ground and wrapped her legs around me. “Did you really think you were going to get away with teasing me like this? Your going to pay for this” I walked us into the bathroom and pushed her down, turned her around and bent her over the sink. I quickly took out my hard cock and bashed it right into her slick hole. “Aw oh my god Harry” Her moans sky rocketed so loud that the neighbours could hear her. I quickly moved my hand to her mouth while I rammed harder into her tight little virgin like pussy. She doesn’t stretch out which is insanely hot, its like she’s a fucking a virgin every time. “Harry” “Fuck your always so tight for me, you wee whore” I felt like I could feel every inch of her wrapped around me, she feels so warm. Fuck. I’m not wearing a condom. “Baby I have to stop, I’m not using a condom” “Don’t care, just keep going” Her pants and pleasure was all she had in her mind right now. My wit went straight from my head and listened to her and continued pounding into her. My other hand was helping balance her while I fucked her senseless, and my god was this hot. The mirror started to steam up in front of us but I don’t care. She was looking into it while I fucked her. If this is the main thing that is getting her off, ill fucking buy a million mirrors for our house. “You like watching me fuck you, you little slut, you fucking like seeing me ram into you don’t you?” Her moans again got louder which made he smack her ass to get her to shut up, but that never was going to happen. She liked being smacked really hard along her ass. There isn’t a lot of things this girl doesn’t like, and its fucking filthy and sexy. Her body started to shake and she grabbed the sink until her fingers turned white from the pressure, I knew she was coming. As her orgasm came, her walls started clenching around me tighter and tighter. One more thrust, one more thrust and I need to pull out. I pulled out before I came and I quickly started to pump onto her back, watching her in the mirror using her fingers to rub her bean until she came again. I busted my nut all over her back with the biggest moan I’ve ever let out of me. Even when we are in our on house I don’t think we’ve ever been this loud. Maybe its the thought of getting caught in my parents house is the thrill. “Satisfied?” She asked as I pulled some toilet roll off and wiped my cum off of her back. “More than that baby” We left the bathroom and I went straight into the bed, curled up and enjoyed the nice cool duvet’s sheets. Even though its November, I still loved the cool bed linen against my skin, especially after sex. Minutes later Y/N joined me in bed with her little silky shorts and lace bra on and wrapped herself around me and placed her head on my chest. “Gnight H, love you” “Love you more”

 Y/N’S POV

I woke up extremely early this morning, like I do every morning. But of course a day that I wasn’t to sleep in, that never happens. The sun was splitting through the curtains which probably didn’t help either. Me and Harry were to worried about riding each other to care about the curtains. Thinking about last night, and how hot it was, it was such a turn on. I had to snap out of it, or else id get horny again. I got up every so quietly and got myself into the shower. I couldn’t get last night out of my head as I continued to wash my body and hair. I couldn’t contain it anymore, I have to do something. I pushed my fingers down to my core and pushed them in as the other hand went straight to my clit, rubbing it abit. And by god was I wet, not from the shower of course. It felt amazing as always. But it wasn’t enough for me. When I tilted my head up from the pleasure I realised the shower head. The shower head is removable. I quickly removed the shower head and brought it straight down to my heat. I moaned out loudly in pleasure, not caring if anyone heard. I took it deeper to my clit, making sure it got everywhere around and in my pussy. My fingers help pump ever so slowly then bashing in so hard to get that spot Harry loves. Thinking about all these different scenarios in my head and repeating the memories from last night was getting me to come quicker than what I thought. “Y/N what are you doing” Harrys faced scared the living death out of me, and the worst part is he caught me masturbating. He has never ever seen me do this before. Oh god, this is so embarrassing. What do I say or do? I froze and dropped the shower head out of my hand.

 Harry’s POV

I started to waken up a little when I realise Y/N isn’t here in bed with me, but then I turned around to go back to sleep again. She’s probably went to get water or something, she will be back soon I’m sure. As I went back to sleep I suddenly heard this massive moan coming from the bathroom. I jolted up out of bed and continued to listen. Then I realised that the bathroom light was blaring and the door was slightly open. I wonder what she is doing in there. I put on some boxers and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, then headed towards the bathroom door. I peeped through because I didn’t want to invade her privacy but I wanted to make sure she was okay. Then I see the outline of Y/N. The shower head wasn’t showering her, it was pleasuring her. Ive never ever seen her masturbate, and this just throw me off the edge, I have to help her out before I cum in my boxers just watching her. I slowly went up to the shower door because I didn’t want to scare her. I opened the shower door to her fingering herself and the shower head stuck to her clit, her unaware of my presence. “Y/N what are you doing?” Her face and body froze when I startled her. I don’t think she ever waned to get caught, especially by me. She dropped the shower head and left it dangling from the machine. “Nothing” “Doesn’t seem like nothing to me” I threw a cheeky smile her way, then her face went red. “Babe don’t be embarrassed, I do it all the time when I’m not with you, but you d it so well, it never satisfies me. But its so hot to see you though” I quickly took my boxers off and joined her in the shower. “Mind if I give you a hand?” “Um, yeah, okay” She is still lost for words, she’s so innocent, but pure filthy at the same time. I grabbed the shower head and put it straight to her clit causing her to jump from pleasure. “Does that feel good baby” Her moans just gave me the answer. She didn’t have to say anything else. I lowered myself down til my face was parallel to her heat. I pushed the shower head away and went straight to eat her out. She tasted so sweet, and her juices were creating a pool in my mouth. “You didn’t get enough last night no? You dirty girl” Her hands went straight for my hair, dragging each strand through her fingers. “I’m cumming H oh my god I’m cumming. I grabbed her waist and pulled it further while her juices started to flow down my face. While she is shaking I try to lap up and down her pussy until she is finished from her high. “Wow” was the only thing that came out of her mouth after I was finished with her. “Satisfied?” “Haha very funny” She mocked with a hint of sarcasam in her tone. “Hey watch your words missy, or  ill not eat you out for a week” “Thats okay I have the shower head to keep me company” She giggled in the process of leaving the shower and wrapping a towel around herself. I got out and grabbed another towel and wrapped it around my waist. We both walked out to the bedroom and I sat down taking out my phone, checking out some emails. “You didn’t even get washed you just got dirtier” “Hey watch your words Styles, or ill not give you a blowjob for a whole week” She scowlded, again in a sarcastic tone. “Okay you win” mumbling under my breath I gave into her. “Works everytime” A satisfied grim wiped along her face that I could just kiss right off if I could twenty four seven. There was a sudden loud banging on our bedroom door which knocked us out of our sexual tension. “Harry, Y/N please answee the door, hurry” Harry looked at me in pure fear and ran to answer the door to reveal a crying Gemma, shaking and in utter shock. “Gemma what is going on” “Harry, its dad” My heart sank into the lowest part in my chest that I didn’t know was possible. Not again. “He better not be...” “He’s gone” Gemma started squealing bloody murder. His he gone?

 I know the ending is a massive cliff hanger, and I’m sorry if the last bit has distressed any readers/fans of this series. But I hope you guys like this chapter. I will be posting again on Wednesday/Thursday latest. So make sure to keep a eye out on my page. If you have any thoughts or comments please don’t hesitate to contact me and ill get back to you asap. Thank you -K xx

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hybrid!woozi 🐱🐭

jihoon is a cat hybrid! he was adopted as a child and lived a fairly simple life with his family, who treated him like their own son

the token cat hybrid.... like you will never meet a hybrid who fits their animal DNA as well as jihoon fits his cat DNA: he's quiet and sleeps a lot and doesn't like being cute but can't help being adorable!!! acts standoffish but is actually the sweetest and cares so much about his friends!!!!

has small little black cat ears poking out of his hair with the pinkest insides!!! and a long tail that is always flicking around

doesn't like being snuck up on and hisses whenever someone surprises him :( usually he's reserved, but he can get pretty annoyed easily, and when he does his tail goes stiff and his hair sticks up a little bit...... it's so cute :( don’t tell him that though

he got into music when he was very young! because he has heightened senses he experiences music differently than humans do. it's like his whole body feels the notes and vibrations of a song.... and the first time he went to a concert he knew that that was what he wanted to do in life...... to make music

from that day on music was his number one priority, and honestly he was really really really good at it

his hearing helps him a lot with music since he's so attuned to the tiniest variations in notes, and even though he likes to sing (and is good at it) his true love is instrumental music and composing

luckily enough his owners supported this dream and sent him to piano lessons! and once he mastered the piano he kept going from there and learnt guitar and even a little violin

he really is a prodigy, especially with composing….. maybe it’s partially his heightened senses but he just has a natural gift for composing songs that really connect with people, especially other hybrids

his piano teacher always said that jihoon could play the exact same boring old piece as someone else and make it something extraordinary

and because he has such talent, of course he’s at college studying music and composition!!!!

his college isn’t a specialized music school, but he’s a legend on campus and especially famous in the music department…… people know him as the aloof cat hybrid who’s the best musician at the school

he’s also known as an asshole because he has a very intense resting bitch face and he’s quiet, but in reality he’s just shy ;( and doesn’t know how to socialize that well ;( he has a group of good friends but he doesn’t go out with them often because he doesn’t like partying, so people assume that he’s a loner

plus he lives in an apartment off campus by himself and holes up there on weekends, sleeping and eating and working on music

he can afford his own apartment because he works at the college library, but more importantly he plays a lot of parties and events that pay big money

it’s actually at one of these gigs that you meet jihoon for the first time……... the university’s president was hosting an event for donors and wanted someone to play live music and of course the music professors recommended jihoon (as well as violinist vernon)

just imagine…...jihoon in a fitted suit (which makes him antsy but he has to have one for these fancy events)...... sitting at the piano with an intense face as he reviews his sheet music…. his little cat ears twitching as people chatter throughout the room

that’s how you first see him, and your heart stutters because!!! wow!!!!! you didn’t expect to see someone like him at this dumb event

you’re not a donor, you’re a student at the university but the president always invites some of the top students to donor events, and you’re the best in your department

so basically you’re there to chat up rich parents and alumni, which is usually boooooring.... but when you see jihoon you feel like this particular night will be interesting

as well as being a student you’re also a hybrid….. .a mouse hybrid actually! which people always make fun of you for because mouse hybrids are very rare, but you figure at least it makes you unique

because of your mouse dna you’re very sensitive to sound and vibration and as you watch the handsome pianist start to play a new song, the sound hits you unlike anything you’ve ever heard before. you’re a big fan of classical music because you find it really soothing, but this song feels like it swallows you whole

you stand at the edge of the room in awe until he hits the final note and out of instinct you clap, because of course you should clap at a song as beautiful as the one he just played

except no one else is clapping and the pianist looks at you with an eyebrow raised and you immediately hide your face behind your wine glass (full of water lol) because HOW!! can someone be that handsome!!!! and charismatic!!! and talented!!!

while mice are relatively timid you usually aren’t, in fact you’re quite sociable and enjoy meeting new people so you think to yourself….. you should at least praise the pianist for his talent, and if you manage to….maybe get his number or something, that would be a big bonus

but something about him makes you so nervous that it takes you until the end of the night to work up the nerve to go over to him

as he’s getting his sheet music together and talking quietly with the violinist, you clear your throat and they both look at you

you vaguely notice how handsome the violinist is, but it’s like you can’t look at anyone but the cat hybrid pianist with his sharp eyes

“you’re the one who clapped” jihoon says and wants to HIT himself

because that’s the first thing he’s going to say to this cute mouse hybrid? and why would you want to talk to HIM anyways you’re probably here for vernon but why are you only looking at him not at the violinist and why is vernon winking at him from behind your head and what’s going on

basically he’s freaking out on the inside as you nod (incredibly cutely.....) and stick out your hand and introduce yourself. he can only dumbly shake your hand and mutter his name as you start to say how wonderful his piano playing was

but something about your smile and your enthusiasm makes jihoon’s worries disappear almost immediately! as you chat on and on about how wonderful his playing was and how different it was to any classical music you’ve heard before…..instead of being nervous he’s excited to talk to you because how could he not be????

he shyly admits that it was an original composition and you’re sort of swept up in your amazement, so you ask if he has other originals that he could show you sometime and jihoon looks taken aback for a second….you worry that you’ve overstepped but

vernon is behind you giving jihoon an enthusiastic thumbs up and mouthing “GO FOR IT” and he can’t let his shyness ruin his chance at a date with you

“sure, i’d like that” and he offers you his phone number and says you could meet up sometime soon and everything…. really everything is wonderful

you two go your separate ways, but that night you gush on and on about jihoon to your roommate and they’re like “please shut up” and ur like ,,,,,,,, “but HIS EYES! they SPARKLE!”

meanwhile he just sort of stares at his ceiling in disbelief thinking about how nice and sweet you were, and how you’re the only mouse hybrid he’s ever met that smells so good…. you smelled like flowers and grass and he already knows he’s hooked

when you text him asking him if he’s free for lunch on tuesday jihoon SCREAMS into his pillow

he’s never been on a date before because he’s always focused on music and like…….. you know he uncomfortably asks seungcheol and jeonghan for dating advice………… and jeonghan wipes a tear away like…. i knew this day would come....

mingyu: *pops out of nowhere* vernon told seungkwan told seokmin told soonyoung told wonwoo told me that you have a date. let me dress you up. please please please please please

jihoon: do not lay a SINGLE FINGER ON ME

anyways you two meet up for lunch and unsurprisingly it goes excellently!!!! you get jihoon to talk about his composing and music and sit in awe as he starts to talk more and more and get less and less reserved

you accidentally spend like 3 hours just sitting in the campus cafe talking and you both realize you have class and are like “oh shit” and have to leave but before you go jihoon awkwardly asks if you’d like to hang out again soon and ur like “of course!!!!!!!!!”

in his history of music class jihoon types a text that just says “i really enjoyed spending time with you today” but can’t bring himself to send it until joshua (who is sitting next to him) sees it and steals the phone from jihoon and sends it 

because angel josh knew the poor boy wouldn’t be able to do it w/o help

you screenshot the text and send it to all your friends with a bunch of heart emojis and capslock and then just reply casually w/ a “me too *smiley face* *heart emoji*”

“what does smiley emoji heart emoji mean? joshua? joshua? what does it mean? oh my god.”

y’all go on like 5 dates “”””””just hanging out””””” before you explicitly call it a date and only then does jihoon believe that you’re actually interested in him…….. even though all his friends tell him you are..... bless his awkward lil soul

it’s on that date when you tell him you like him …….his tail starts twitching a lot and his face goes all pink and he mutters out an “i like you too” and it’s maybe the cutest thing you’ve ever seen in your life

he walks you home and it takes him 3 tries to ask if he can kiss you but when he does!!!! you’re so happy!!!!! he’s a little bad at kissing but honestly lee jihoon could do anything and you would be like “you’re incredible” so you don’t care

should be the worst boyfriend because he doesn’t know what tf to do as a boyfriend…...but is actually the best boyfriend in the world because he likes you so much

like jihoon doesn’t know how to flirt but he does know that he wants to hold your hand all the time so whenever you guys go out he will always intertwine your fingers ,,,,,,,,,, doesn’t really know how to be romantic but still says really cute things like “you look beautiful” all the time because he genuinely believes it and wants to let you know

the two of you go out to eat all the time because he eats? like a mad man? and you have like a thing where you try out a new restaurant every week and then jihoon eats his weight in meat while you watch in awe

jihoon: *breathes* you: you’re doing amazing sweetie

all his friends hound you asking about what jihoon is like as a bf because the two of you don’t act lovey dovey in front of them (except for the handholding) and ur like if you’re so curious why don’t you date him seungkwan

but also they adore you and treat you super well because you and jihoon are perfect together and they’re just glad someone finally appreciates him for the wonderful soft talented boy he is behind his resting bitch face

shows you all his compositions and of course you hype him up but you also help him with them because he trusts your judgement, so if you’re like “hmmm this part doesn’t sound as good” then he’ll probably change it

it’s like six months before you spend the night at his place because you both want to take it slow, but after you do for the first time you more or less move into his place because jihoon discovers he LOVES cuddling with you….he’s always had some trouble with sleeping and being with you makes him sleep so easily

the two of you curl up together every night and in the morning it’s almost impossible to wake up because jihoon clings to you and whines when you try to leave, but eventually you drag him out of bed

also i’m not saying that mice go into short heats frequently when they’re in close proximities to males/their mates and that your dna means you’re super horny like 3 times a month…..but i am saying that.

when he wears his long sweaters and does sweater paws you can’t help but call him cute and he pouts like “i’m not cute. i’m manly.” and ur like “jihoon i love you and you are very handsome and manly but you’re also the CUTEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN!!!”

also staying at his place helps because when he gets way too into composing and doesn’t come home for three nights in a row you go to his practice room and drag him back to go to sleep…. and since it’s you he lets it happen

mice can’t see well in the dark and you’re basically blind at night w/ no lights…. but if you wake up in the middle of the night craving food jihoon wakes up to make sure you don’t walk into any walls

people on the street are always like “how sweet! a mouse hybrid and a cat hybrid! like tom and jerry!” and even though it’s a little silly and jihoon acts like it’s dumb, you also find it super super cute and know he does too

jihoon is the first one to say i love you and he goes all out trying to make it super romantic and it’s so sweet and honestly…... you make him feel happy with himself and proud of his work and you bring him out of his shell and you love him and everything he does…. so so much and you’re everything he ever needed

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