#I was so mad when I saw his emails lmao

[thebibliosphere]

Oh god. So I haven't been playing as Tim that much in Gotham Knights (his traversal abilities are annoying), and uh, I just changed to his character for the first time in, like, 30 in-game days, and Jesus Christ, his emails. His emails. That kid is signed up to every podcast, every news feed, every gossip rag from here to Metropolis.

No wonder he's always sitting in the corner on his phone, shotgunning energy drinks. He's sifting through all the shit he's signed up to.

Also, he's orchestrating a road trip to Point Pleasant with Conner Kent to try and catch Mothman. I... Y'know what. It's a world with aliens, magic, and zombie owls coming out of the walls. You do you, little Robin. You do you.

#gotham knights #I was so mad when I saw his emails lmao #just fucking 20+ things to sift through

[hecateslore]

💌

supervisor!simon stop trying to be a douche challenge IMPOSSIBLE‼️‼️‼️‼️

Monday you walk into the office, headphones blasting your music. Simon’s door wide open, he was sitting in his chair doing god knows what. Probably reading the employee handbook front to back. Unfortunately your desk was right across from his office, so if he had the door open, you were in his sight. 

You were the first one in the office, you dropped your stuff on your desk, almost half an hour till you have to clock. You wander into the break room, it’s empty and you almost do a backflip; grateful you don’t have to socialize this early in the morning (don’t talk to me until i’ve had my coffee 😏😏 ew lmao.). You warm up your muffin from home and refill your water cup. 

you wander back to your desk, the office still empty. You noticed Simon's office was empty, that thought immediately shot as he walked back into his office, “Good morning.” he said, holding a cup in one hand, his notepad in the other. “Morning.” you said quietly, he motioned towards his ears, “headphones.” you point to the clock above his door, “ahh.” he hummed, 15 more minutes until you have to clock in. “I’ll leave you to it then.” but before he shut his door, “we have a meeting at nine, I’m sending out an email later.” he tapped the door frame before he shut the door completely. 

People slowly started coming in, Linda had bought a giant pack of sticky notes, going around asking if people needed some, it made you crack a smile. Everyone politely declined, “Linda I need some!” you say as you wave her over, “thank god, I was going crazy.” she says her chubby cheeks round, her soft smile makes you giddy. She was like everyone's Grandma, so sweet and so kind. “I’ve been running out.” you grin at her as she shows you the pack she bought with different designs, some having cute dogs, little cats, frogs, hearts.  “These ones are my favorites.” she points to the pink sticky notes with the dogs at the bottom. “I’ll take one of each.” you both went back and forth discussing what kind of pens you love, sticky notes, and how much both of you hate when highlighters chew up the paper.  

Simon heard your voice and Linda's from behind his door, getting up from his chair, he saw you and Linda, chatting and giggling like school girls. This was the first time he’s ever heard you so clear; so expressive. Simon Walked towards you two, not noticing him behind Linda. You let out a loud laugh, from some corny joke she made. Simon clears his throat causing you both to scurry back into whatever it was you were doing. He walked back into his office calling on your other coworker, not even 20 minutes later, said coworker is heading towards the front door. 

Your eyes follow them as they hurry to the front door. Simon's door is still open, you look at him and see he’s already looking directly at you. Your heart thumps in your chest, a weird sensation builds in your stomach, you try your hardest to ignore it and carry on with your work. 

-

The meeting passed and it was already after lunchtime, Simon was really pissed off, and he was being very snappy. Apparently someone had been making fake insurance claims under the business name (it’s all fake, everyone chill before the insurance police come!) , so now there’s an investigation happening. You thought back to your coworker earlier, but quickly brushed the thought off.

 You could understand Simon’s annoyance and frustration, he was really mad during the meeting, his accent was getting thicker and it made you smile a bit. His voice was loud and booming, you had to excuse yourself to the bathroom to have a giggle fit, that was quickly interrupted by some lady who went to pee. Your thoughts immediately voided after you remember he threatened to fire you over headphones. I mean sure Simon’s handsome, he’s tall, he smells good all the time. He wears well fitted clothes that show off his muscles. A beautiful side profile, pretty lashes and he has an accent! AND, his voice is deep and smooth. But he’s childish and petty, always has to get the last word, won’t take no for an answer, if you annoy him he’ll flood you with work, sometimes he’s snappy other times he’s super sweet. He doesn’t know when to back off, terrible staring problem, is kind of a neat freak, types way too loud and aggressively. Oh and let’s not forget he definitely has something against you and your headphones. 

-

You were dealing with an annoying customer, who didn’t have a paper that absolutely needed to be notarized, so they just signed it and thought they could bring it back to you. 

Not taking you seriously, you suggested taking it up with your supervisor. You walked to the back of the building, knocking on Simon's office door, your heart raced a little bit. 

You could hear his deep voice, a very stern “Come in.” he looked up from his screen with a heavy sigh, “Quitting?”  the corner of his mouth quirked up, you snorted at his wit. “Not until I get my first write up.” you answer, earning a chuckle from him. “What can I do for you, Miss?” he motioned to the paperwork in your hand, you feel hot from the brief interaction. It seemed as if all tension from earlier shed the minute you stepped into his office. 

“Uh, this guy brought an un-notarized document, and won’t take no for an answer.” he nods. “So you're here?” he chews on the side of his cheek. “Looks like it.” you shrug.  “I guess I could figure something out.” Simon says mid stretch, his button up shirt clad against his biceps as he raised his arms. “Wait right here, I’ll be back.” Simon stood up and took the sheet of paper and walked to the front. He came back 15 minutes later to grab the same blank document, walked back out and came back in. 

“Alright missy, you're set.” he says as he takes his seat across the chair you were sitting in. “you’re being nice these days.” you joke, that obviously didn’t land in your favor.

“You think I’m mean?” Simon's brows furrow. “ I think you could ease up a bit.” you chuckle awkwardly. He lifts a brow, “because I don’t let you slack.” he scoffs, “No because you pick on me for no reason.” You say shifting awkwardly.

 “I told you headphones weren’t allowed.” he says,

“You hovered over my desk then threatened my job.” you press,

“You went against the rules not once, but multiple times. I’m your boss, I’m allowed to monitor.” 

Simon crosses his arms, and before you say anything else Simon excuses you, and you stomp out of his room. Walking to the bathroom you fight back the urge to scream, contemplating quitting this job. Tears build in your eyes out of pure frustration, wiping your eyes aggressively. You gather yourself, and head back to your desk, and you continue your work, putting your headphones in both ears, blasting your music.

You finished your work and sat on your phone until it was time to clock out, ignoring every email sent by Simon and searching for a new job on your computer.

#supervisor!simon #simon ghost riley #simon riley cod #cod mw2 #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #ghost simon riley #simon my beloved #ghost x reader #ghost fanfiction

[freeuselandonorris]

☰ for Monday, with the “who did this to you” trope? Love your fics <33

(from the fic ask game)

HI ANON i am so sorry this has taken me a million years to answer, i started weirdly overthinking it??

my understanding of the ‘who did this to you?’ trope is it’s very hurt/comfort-centric, which is not a genre i write very often (hence probably why i overthought this for so long lmao).

if i was to approach a remix of monday from this angle i think i’d like to do it from lando POV and explore more of why he’s so insecure and why it takes him so long to trust that oscar genuinely really likes him and isn’t just looking for a quick fuck to take the edge off. there’d be more of a focus on lando’s past relationships and in particular how he went from being a slightly nerdy kid (like, he looked twelve until he was about twenty) to suddenly being a millionaire heartthrob with a huge social media following. but he also self-describes as a simp (in the lando norris vs slang video) and clearly wants to be in a “real” relationship rather than just fucking about, so i’d look at what happened to him to make him so cautious with his heart.

proooobably this would end up with past dando or carlando? i have a mild aversion to carlos so i’d probably go for fuckboy daniel ngl.

i think it’d take oscar quite a long time to actually get round to asking lando what happened — partly because he’s got a bit of an attitude of “well, lando will tell me in his own time if it’s important to him” but also because there’s a bit of him that doesn’t really want to know, especially because he’s got a pretty good idea it involves another driver. he’d probably bring it up pretty idly, in the end — lando would make some veiled comment about how netflix would have creamed their collective pants if they’d known the half of it while oscar’s scrolling past DTS trying to find something to watch, and oscar would very casually… actually, y’know what.

Lando feels Oscar go still next to him and mentally kicks himself. Might’ve known Oscar wouldn’t let that one drop.

“So are you, like.” Oscar wets his lips and shifts on the bed, curling up so Lando’s tucked further into his chest. Lando presses himself back, drawing Oscar’s arm around him. “I dunno. Did something happen? With Dan.”

Lando closes his eyes, considers his options. It’s tempting to squirm back against Oscar’s body, press his arse into his crotch and slip Oscar’s hand under the hem of his T-shirt until he forgets the line of questioning, forgets he was saying anything at all. It’s mad, really, the way he responds: Lando only has to pull his shirt up, bite his lip a certain way, and he’ll have Oscar distracted and reaching for him, even now. It’s been months. Lando’s experienced it before, that first flush of desire when he can use his body to control how someone feels about him. It rarely lasts, though, once the novelty wears off.

Which is sort of the point.

He sighs, aware it sounds a bit huffy, and picks up his phone so he can flick through his notifications while he speaks. “I mean, I guess? It was just stupid, though.”

Oscar breathes behind him, slow and deliberate. He hums into Lando’s hair, strokes a thumb over the ticklish spot on Lando’s waist, the dip just above the ridge of muscle that delineates his hip.

Lando swipes through notifs from Discord, Instagram, iMessage, WhatsApp, Reddit, Sky Sport. Dismissing each without seeing it. He laughs, and it comes out all wrong, harsh in the back of his throat and defensive. God. Wet as fuck. “It was just — I mean, he was fucking miserable, you saw him. So I guess he just wanted a pick-me-up, y’know.”

“Right,” Oscar says, voice unreadable. He’s so fucking blank sometimes. Lando fights the urge to turn round and scrutinise his face, opens his emails instead and starts deleting anything that doesn’t look vital.

“He said,” Lando says, aiming to deliver it as a joke. “‘I’m straight, but I bet you suck dick like a girl anyway’. Like. What does that even mean?”

Oscar’s thumb stills, just for a moment, then resumes its slow path. “I know that’s offensive, but I can’t tell if it’s sexist or homophobic or both.”

Lando makes a disgruntled sound of agreement. “Yeah, well, whatever. It was — whatever. Wasn’t anything.”

“You said,” Oscar says mildly. “But I can see why you’d… Why it’d make you cautious.”

Lando sighs. Thinks of Luisa, showing him screenshots, her face streaked with tears. Watching the comments roll in, badly spelled threats he didn’t even bother reporting. The way Carlos never quite relaxed around him once people started tagging them in stupid ship videos. Googling how do you make someone sign an nda locked in an unfamiliar bathroom, mouth sour with vodka, head spinning. Waking up at 5am in lockdown, Max hyperventilating next to him. The girl from Raya he’d sent flowers to, trying to do the thing properly and be romantic, only to find she’d blocked him ten minutes after he got the Your package was successfully delivered email.

“It wasn’t him,” Lando says, locking his phone and putting it face down on the nightstand. He turns, tangling his legs between Oscar’s and leaning in to nip at his jaw, breathing in the familiar smell of Oscar’s basic aftershave. Oscar's arms tighten around him. His cheeks curve into a smile beneath Lando's mouth. “It doesn’t matter.”

#hopefully this baby ficlet makes up for my tardiness in replying! #think it's unblocked me after a few days of feeling frustrated with writing so hooray for that #apologies to dan i needed a villain #mctwinks #fic meta #answered #mondayverse #prompt fill

[softpine]

aw thank you!! i just gave them one outfit with cc, since it’s the outfit they wear the most often and i don’t want to overload my gameplay save with cc. i have a whole separate mods folder and everything to keep myself in check lol

whenever i get the chance to retcon things and call this time period the 2000s, i take the opportunity 😌 even if it’s just gameplay

we have the same eye color for sure and i can see the nose too! i wish i had his teeth tho 😭 the only picture i have of myself from this angle is when i was drunk off my ass FJSJDKSJ enjoy this cursed image

@maturation​ hmmm not really :( i wrote some tips here for making teenagers look like teenagers, but it’s even harder to make them look like preteens 😭 i think the only time i pulled it off was with casper, and that was really just because he has a baby face without trying. i didn’t even try with asa because he’s so big, i just did a time skip to avoid the whole thing. i’m sorry i can’t help more!! it’s such a huge limitation of the sims :/

hey! i thought i had removed everything by pandasama, but there was actually a file called “animation_injector_changingtable” in my mods folder that was causing problems. delete it, then delete localthumbcache, then reload the game to see if it worked :) otherwise my other problem was an outdated TOOL mod, i thought i updated it but i actually downloaded an old version! (btw, pandasama’s other stuff works fine now, i put it all back after i finished testing. just make sure to update the childbirth mod if you have that)

@moresimming​ omg thank you so much 🥺 not to sound morbid, but making people cry because of my story is the biggest compliment fjksjds media that makes me cry is genuinely my favorite thing, so hearing that i can do the same thing for someone else is awesome. i’m so happy you’re enjoying it!! thank you ;-; 💖💖

yes it’s a main blog!! i would 1000000% recommend creating a new account for your simblr! it’s huuuge for visibility. it would be really hard for people to follow you back if your main blog is the one whose url is showing up; most people won’t go to the effort of clicking on your blog to find out if you have a simblr somewhere else. i created a separate email so that i could keep my personal blog as my main blog, but still have a new account for simblr :) also if you use firefox (which everyone should tbh), you can use the containers extension so that you don’t have to log in and out of your accounts all the time, you can just open them in two tabs!

↓ GHOST STUFF BELOW, trigger warnings apply ↓

right??? that’s the first question i wanted to ask, but honestly i don’t know if i want the answer fjksjds i’ll just choose to believe that ghosts know the concept of privacy 😌

okay it's kinda funny you said this because... well i don't want to give too much detail but i used to live between a historic cemetery, an honest to god abandoned psychiatric facility, and a building that's known to be one of the most haunted places in the state. but i still never felt or saw ANY ghosts. that's why i didn't believe for so long, because how can i be in the freaking bermuda triangle of ghost activity and never see one?? i'm still mad about it lmao, whether i believe in them or not, i've always wanted to see a ghost so bad. especially if they're just lonely! come to me and we can chill lol

oh wow yeah it’s always freaky when people who don’t seem like the type to believe in this kind of stuff tell you stories like this; it adds a new layer of credibility if you can eliminate all other options. like when people are grieving their loved ones, it’s normal to see/hear/smell them everywhere, and when you’re living in that fog of grief, you can mistake a lot of things for ghost activity that are actually just a result of you looking for patterns to make sense of it all. and i still think this is the case most of the time. i remember when my grandma died, my mom was understandably a complete mess, and she was always misplacing things in that time. but to this day, she still claims it was my grandma who was moving her water bottle, turning the stove on, etc. i’m still (and always will be) a very science minded person, so i’m always going to look at the other explanations first. sorry that was a tangent lmao but my point is, it’s always weird when someone down to earth says stuff like this. that would be so sad, but at least he was able to comfort them a little bit :( what an awful way to go :(

#asks #anonymous #nonsims #brandi answers #maturation #moresimming

[daemosghost]

It's genuinely crazy how the high school I went to was just successfully able to just cover shit without the press questioning them cause why did I come across a news article that essentially says high school students were "allegedly" brutalized by cops in 2007 with mace and batons for trying to break up a fight and there were no further updates also I looked into the article for the lockdown we were under in 2018, its damn near bare bones

To preface, I redacted some stuff cause I know for a fact that they didn't like people talking about incidents whether it was recent or old and I have a feeling that they'd find some way to get this deleted lmao.

[ID: [REDACTED], AL (WTVM) - A [REDACTED] high school has been placed on lockdown after officers received an "unconfirmed report" of a firearm on campus.

[REDACTED] Sheriff [*] Jones has confirmed that a school resource officer at [REDACTED] High School received an unconfirmed report that a student may have brought a firearm to school.

Sheriff Jones says there has been no incident indicating an attempt to do harm.

Deputy sheriffs and resource officers are currently at the school attempting to confirm whether or not a firearm is on campus.

Sheriff Jones says that despite social media concern that other schools are involved, on [REDACTED] High school is involved in the situation. /End of ID]

Like why is there NOTHING here? Like I can literally confirm what happened pre-lockdown and also confirm there was 100% malicious intent behind this, while they were out here claiming that whoever had the weapon intended no harm. Here's what happened.

Passed 6:30 in the morning on the school bus, I sat in the wrong seat because sometimes the guy who sat in front of me on the bus changed where he sat and that would get my already muddled brain confused that early in the morning. That same morning, the guy who was a senior at the time that rarely every got on the bus in the morning, got on the bus that morning and was mad because I "took his seat". Later on when we got to the elementary school, we usually sat there until 7:15 because the kids who rode the bus couldn't be released until that time hit, the guy started talking about shit, and it switch to violence real quick. He said if he'd bring a gun on the bus, shoot me first, everyone in the back of the bus, the bus driver and the literal children. Later on that day it was lunch time, while eating, me and my friend literally witnessed two football players standing next to our table, "discreetly" dealing a bag of weed to the other. One of them left to go to their car and came back saying something about some stolen guns, and went to the principal and resource officer. Me and my friend watched them discuss something and a few other teachers had got up whispering about something after whatever was said being spread to them, and next thing we knew, lunch was abruptly cut short. Teachers kept rushing all of us to hurry up and get to class, we knew something was up then, but not exactly what. I got to my math class, she got to hers, I sat in my desk, my math teacher didn't know what happened yet and was confused at what was happening. She checked her email and then called the office, and also ushering us inside. Someone asked what happened and she said we were under lockdown and it was not a drill. After everyone got inside, blinds were closed, lights were shut off, some people went behind her desk, doors were locked and the window of the door was covered over. We were all just on our phones the whole time and still talking, then we saw one of the journalists go live on facebook standing outside the school, many concerned parents in the chat and also students complaining about being hungry and/or needing to piss. At some point we heard footsteps in the hall which made everyone dive under stuff and hide behind the teacher's desk, the teacher had still been at the door so she flattened herself against the wall hoping not to be seen like Shaq hiding behind a pole. It was nearly 3pm or was 3pm before we could leave the school, they had us leaving in chronological order like "if you're a car rider/or car rider whose last name starts with A to G, you can leave now" and that took a while. Some of the guns were found in a bathroom stall, but some were still missing. The guy that stole them had booked it into the woods hid out there for a while before going home and being found there. It was the same guy who threatened to kill me and all these other people on my bus earlier on the day of the lockdown. He ended up being expelled, yet this article doesn't say shit at all, not even a name released since he was literally an adult and had already failed senior year once already.

#text #long post #txt post #high school

[tatakaebomb]

hi i have an ask for ash could you make a rich kuroo he’s your sexy older boss and then he always flirts with you and then asks you to go with him on a business meeting and ends up fucking you in a penthouse suite pleasee i would love that thankyou <3

Ty for the ask, Imma post more. I promise.

- ash

tw : fingering, mutual masterbation, abuse of authority (?), cream pie, squirting, spanking, pet names, smut, probs more 18+

NSFW 18+

wc : 2.2k

The day was Tuesday, a warm day outside. The sun blissfully shining and once again, you already know this meant another day of your boss tormenting you

'Y/N you gotten shorter?' You already hear him call, peering down your outfit as you step into the building.

'No kuroo. I haven't.'

'Kuroo? What happened to sir- HEY?!'

Walking away from him, the click of your heels was the only noise made other than kuroo's persists to call you back. To joke around and order for you to call him sir. It was another one of his tasks to tease you about, something he loved doing on a daily basis.

Kuroo tetsuro. 34. Boss of one of the most prestigious companies in Japan. And best of all, your boss.

You were hired around 3 years ago, just as another assistant. But kuroo soon grew a liking to you, loving the way you were so fiesty and knew how to talk back, how pretty your hair was as it swayed when you spoke, the carve of your hips in your tight pencil skirts and when you bend over...wow.

It was slightly inhumane for him to mention how much he loves winding you up, because the scrunch of your face and roll of your eyes is so cute to him. A quickly grown liking was found to you, but considering how much he did wind you up. He wouldn't be surprise if there was a slight bit of resentment on your side.

'Sorry. No sir. I haven't, better?' You seat yourself down in your chair and begin getting to your work. Kuroos large hand planting down to pinch at the pen inbetween your fingers, falsely analysing it like he's interested.

'Wow y/n, for someone who I pay you act a lot more like a friend.'

'ME?! I- I DONT- no disrespect sir, but I don't think it's my fault, you keep distracting me.'

'I'm only kidding, your so cute when your mad.' He teased, patting the top of your head and walking away.

'HEY! My pen!'

'Mine now.'

-

It was like that day in and day out, as soon as he saw you in the interview chair he knew he was gonna have the time of his life with you, small 23 year old y/n was such a treat. You were so neat and put together even at young, from small little digs to bigger pranks you still always were so well composed. Almost like you were trained to take on kuroo and that's what he loved.

He would target you, his little PA. From needing you to collect printing mess for it only to be 20 copies of mugshots of your work colleagues. Or him sending you 8ball pool requests when your both in a work meeting, KNOWING your ringer was always on.

He just loved it, having someone as pretty and fiesty as you around. It was almost like a power kink for him, knowing he can control you and do these things and as much as you whine about it he knows you wouldnt quit. The pays to good and as much as he wants to wish, you stay there for him.

-

Sitting down at your chair, you begin logging onto your computer. The tab of your emails filled with around 1000 inbox's. You were in for a long day.

'Huh?'

You move your mouse towards an unfamiliar sender. Clicking into the junk tab and reading the message.

Anon - It’s your amazing boss lmao. I just didn't wanna message off my main email.

Scoffing, you go to delete the message. Your hand suddenly clasped under a warm grip, spinning around you were met with the man himself. Laughing joyfully at your expression.

'Oh my gosh! Sir you scared the life out of me!'

'Ah sorry kitten, I don't appreciate you deleting my mail though.'

A roll of your eyes made him laugh again, you were so effortlessly funny to him.

'It's y/n. And what do you expect? I work next door to you just come and speak to me.'

'Your no fun.'

You giggled at the sight of him being so torn over from your miserable comment, his soft eyes drooping down and expression on his face going still. The only time he actually was tolerable in the face was when he was upset.

'Come to my office. I gotta show you something.'

-

Stepping into his office you were faced with the penthouse view of japan, beautiful colours and cars racing by under your feet. You always felt wary walking into this room, nerves built at the pit of your stomach everytime you step. Kuroo didn't care though, he stood facing the view, sipping on his coffee like there's no way he could just fall and die right now..

'Sir.'

'Hm?' He glanced over his head. Placing his coffee cup down and biting a huge smile as soon as you saw how pretty you looked. Blouse hugging your waist and accentuating your breasts and those trousers curving your hips and ass so well. Hands cupped together behind of you as you waited for him to talk.

'Your not in trouble kitten. Calm down'

Relieved, you dropped the clasp of your hands. Still a bit cautious of what he wants, every time you come in here it's always just him mocking you or teasing you over something you can't control.

'I know you might be thinking. Why is my attractive, super hot boss acting so secretive right now...'

'Debatable.'

'I can fire you ya know?! Anyways, we're going to Milan!'

...

'We? What do you mean WE?!'

'Well, since your my PA you kinda have to go-'

Your eyes widened at the idea of you, and your boss, on a trip. TOGETHER. The idea of italy always appealed to you, the sight seeing, the food. You've always dreamed to go, but to go with kuroo…

'I- cant you ask someone else?'

'Nope. Flights booked for tomorrow.' He muttered, moving to sit at his desk and begin typing on his computer. Waving you over you went behind him, looking at the computer screen. To your surprise, of course he wasn't lying...he never fucking is.

'Your such a dick kuroo.'

'Language. And dont worry princess, I'll make sure we have a fun time.'

-

Milan was beautiful, it was a shame you were only here for two days. And it was a shame that you had to go with kuroo. But it's better than nothing, right?

'I don't get why I had to come with you...sir. Surely you had more options for other people.' You murmur, dragging the suitcase down the hall and setting it outside your door.

'True, but it wouldn't of been as fun would it.' Pulling at your cheek, you swatted his hand away. Unlocking your door and walking in, missing the way he smiled at how your cheeks warmed up.

-

To be honest, it was kinda obvious at this point why he wanted you here. The opportunity to catch you in a tight, low cup dress. Pretty makeup making your eyes stand out and your hair done proper. He doesn't even know if he could go out there, into the crowd to mingle people knowing he would have the biggest erection below. Maybe it wasn't the best idea.

'Fucks sake y/n hurry up!' He knocked impatient and annoyed. He was getting more and more excited at the wait.

Suddenly, the door opened, revealing you in everything and more. The slack of kuroo's jaw was quickly caught and replaced with a smile. Your ankles wrapped with the straps of your heels, long dress cut at the slip of your thigh, exposing your smooth, soft skin. The skin he wanted to mark up and suck on so bad. Your low cut top, almost flashing the nipples he wants to play with so bad. And your pretty face, all insecure and shy under the sight of your suited up boss, staring down at you.

'I- is this too much?'

He didn't say anything, but you could see the tips of his ears start to glow red as he thinks of anything to retort back with, but he just couldn't.

He knew this day was gonna come. The day where he would finally get to see you cleaned up so nicely other than those blouses and pencil skirts. He always thought you were attractive, why else would he pick on you, why else would he choose you to be his PA but seeing you like this upclose was not something he was prepared for.

'Got you nervous' you laugh, dragging him out of his haze.

'Yeah, you look... um...'

Your eyebrows start to furrow, confused on what is going on. Why couldn't he muster a simple sentence?

'You know kuroo, you don't need to force a compliment out.' Your voice more agitated and annoyed than before. Scoffing before you walk over to the mirror, grabbing your earrings and attempting to put them on.

'No its not- lemme help you with that.' He speaks, coming up behind you. Warm hands moved to touch your skin.

The air was silent, you felt embarrassed. Did you really look that bad? Did you need to change?

'You look great.' You hear his voice speak like he read your mind, you meet his warm eyes in the mirror. A small smirk lifted on his lips as he spins you around to meet his gaze.

'Couldn't you of said that earlier? I was starting to overthink'

'You know y/n considering how beautiful you are, you sure overthink a lot.' Maybe it's the pre-drink talking, or the nerves, but everything was slipping off kuroos tongue, the tight tie starting to bug him slightly as he could feel you so close to him.

Your pretty lashes fluttered up at him, the clasp on his shoulder making you feel so small. The silence in the room making you shrink even further, you managed to take in what he looked like, his smart black suit and white shirt along side a red tie. But before your eyes drifted any lower, his warm lips began to touch yours, tongue aching to push down your throat.

It started of slow and sensual, his hands placed on the low of your back and grip on your jaw. Soft lips pushed against yours until he started to push you against the wall, hiking your legs around his waist. Hard cock already prodding against your entrance.

'Kuroo we're gonna be late.' You panted out, parting away from him as you undid his belt, small tongue poking out your mouth.

'You don't seem so bothered.'

Undoing the buttons on his trousers, you started to palm his veiny cock, cunt throbbing at the feeling of his warm tip on your hand as his fingers travelling to your flushed clit, pressurising it through your panties.

'Ah yes...' you moan, hands going faster as he drags down your panties, a slap to your cunt before he teases your tip along your wet slit, gathering your wetness as lube.

'You sure bout this?' Forehead kissing yours as your eyes light up to peer at him.

'Yes- yes fuck yes-'

Pushing inside, you both elicited a struggled moan, your eyes darting back to whites as he bottomed out. You could feel his large cock poking your service as he started to rock his hips, tits shaking with every thrust.

'Kept this pussy from me this long hm?' He mumbles to you, forcing you into a long kiss as he went faster, moans jolting as you blabber our sweet nothings in his ear.

'Yeah yeah like that- your so big- FUCK-'

'Shhh' a harsh slap against your exposed ass made your skin jiggle against his, pushing him closer to his climax 'gotta keep quiet baby.'

'Sorry d-daddy ah- AH'

You were fucked silly on your boss's cock like a filthy cum slut, pussy starting to squirt, fingers moving to join him, over stimulating your weak body, dress ruined and his suit starting to get damp from how messy you were.

'Your so good... such a good girl hm...'

'I'm gonna c-cum daddy'

'Such a messy slut... cum then baby hm'

It was like on instance your back arched as you creamed all over you, legs dripping as he harshly rocked on your cervix, spraying his warm spurts of cum all in your tight hole. A loud sigh leaving lips as he managed to fuck himself all the way out of his orgasm... finally realising he managed to fuck his pretty personal assistant.

Placing you on the bed, he walked out to grab a rag, pushing your legs open and cleaning you up and planting a last kiss on your forehead.

'Kuroo we’re 20 minutes late.'

'We finally fucked and that's all your worried about?'

'Finally?' You laugh, getting up to hug him from behind, watching as he undid his tie and shirt. 'You sound so eager sir'

'Oh you have no idea...'

#kuroo haikyuu #kuroo smut #kuroo tetsuro smut #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo x reader #kuroo x y/n #kuroo x you #haikyuu smut #hq x y/n #hq smut #tetsurou kuroo smut #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu oneshot #hq x you #yandere haikyuu #kuroo imagine #kuroo drabble #kuroo tetsuro x you #haikyuu #reader insert #smut #fanfic #ren&ash #tatakaebomb #ash tatakaebomb #yandere kuroo #eren smut #gojo smut #geto smut

[oodlyenough]

ranking the spider men

a couple of months ago I played the playstation spider-man games (base, DLC, and the miles morales follow-up). for some reason this kickstarted me on an academic quest: rewatching every major spider-man film, from tobey maguire's first up to far from home, to determine my One Definitive Peter Parker.

i'd seen all of these films before, when they were first released, with the exception of far from home.

disclaimer: as a perennial Fake Fan, i'm not a comics person, so rather than trying to score against some kind of comics gold standard, this is based on my personal taste and against my own conception of who peter parker/spider-man is after a lifetime of cumulative pop culture consumption.

also this is ungodly long but i put it under a cut to try and spare you. sorry mobile users RIP

#5. andrew garfield

listen... i saw these movies in theatres when they came out. did i hate them at the time? not really. did they leave an impression? also no. i'd like to think i went in to the rewatch with a fairly open mind. if anything i think i was bias in their favour because i did and still do find andrew garfield the only attractive peter parker on this list, lmao.

wow! they were bad!

i like when he saves that kid from the car on the bridge. also, as mentioned, i think he's hot. that's pretty much the whole list of positives.

this peter parker is a douchebag. he behaves like symbiote tobey maguire in sm3 unironically. he starts the second movie by bantering while a truck mows down countless cars and then swaggers onto graduation stage late to tongue his girlfriend in front of the school because he's a Cool Guy. he has a skateboard montage to coldplay. he uses his powers to stalk gwen, and she is, for some reason, flattered by this instead of extremely disturbed that her superpowered ex boyfriend is stalking her.

the common take i see re: garfield is that he makes a good spider-man, if not a good peter parker, because he's quippy and kind of a little shit. to which i say: i mean.... i guess. he certainly is a sarcastic quippy asshole, so if that's what you want from spider-man, uh, here he is! but i very rarely got the sense this spider-man was doing anything because he felt he wanted to help people, power and responsibility blah blah. his quips and banter comes at the expense of actually helping people, and i just -- like -- can't get behind Dark Edgy Peter quipping at people he literally intends to murder lmfao.

"it's not his fault he had bad material", you might say, which is sort of true; he probably had no chance when meanwhile you had execs sending each other emails about how wouldn't it be cool if spider-man had snapchat. but the end result is still a peter parker written in a way i just hated, and a performance that left me almost nothing to like.

#4. yuri lowenthal (spider-man ps4/ps5)

in almost the exact opposite of my beef with #5, my beef with this peter is that he is too nice. like, literally unbelievably so, to the point it makes peter feel disingenuous. this is a failure in the writing of the game beyond just peter, imo -- it so badly wants Our Heroes to be beyond reproach that it doesn't let them have any interesting flaws, or make mistakes and have to deal with them, and it guts the emotional response i might otherwise have had. it felt like insomniac's approach to writing character flaws was:

but instead of hitting people with his car, peter drops helicopters on new york.

a great example imo is the scene where MJ is sneaking into the sable base to interrogate one of the scientists, and peter swoops in, sensing she's being held at gunpoint. peter takes the guy's gun away, the guy PANICS, walks backwards, trips over his own feet, falls over, and knocks himself unconscious, like a slapstick comedy. MJ is mad that peter ruined her scoop, and it leads to them fighting. but... this was, frankly, a totally reasonable thing for peter to do. he didn't even touch the guy, so as the player, it's hard to hold this against him.

we also have a whole nightmare sequence where peter blames himself for doc oc's downfall, but there's really nothing in the story that gives peter any actual culpability -- he helped when it was reasonable to do so and backed off/gave warnings as soon as it wasn't. this peter is never allowed to cross any kind of lines or make any serious mistakes, which means his anguish over these half-mistakes was hard for me to take seriously.

also this peter fucking loves cops!! holy shit!! this is the most pro-cop piece of media that isn't directly about cops i have ever seen. where's the unlockable Thin Blue Line suit

but i had no issues with lowenthal's performance, which i thought was really good, and there were certainly lots of scenes and moments i really liked. my favourite is probably the scene where, as spider-man, he teaches miles how to throw a punch. thought it was great. at least i do believe this peter wants to help people. (maybe too much. maybe leave the grieving stranger alone at his father's funeral dude you're being weird.)

#3. jake johnson (spiderverse peter b parker)

i originally called this guy joshua jackson before being corrected by @firstofoctober. in my defense, jake johnson and joshua jackson are the same name.

anyway, i like this guy a lot. funny, enjoyable performance, coherent arc, fun to watch.

he's mid-tier because he has limited screen time compared to the rest of the list, and because it feels a bit apples to oranges to compare him to what is otherwise a list of origin stories and whippersnappers. (i know playstation peter is "old", but he's like... 22 "old".)

#2. tobey maguire

my man tobey... the thing about the tobey maguire movies is that certainly for me and probably for a lot of people my age, they really set the foundation of what i expect from spider-man in general. so it's hard to remove that from the equation and be totally unbiased.

however, i gotta say, even rewatching 20 something years later, i had a blast.

i think tobey maguire's peter is incredibly good at being the dweeby underdog. if anyone on that yellow school bus full of 30 year olds was going to get bullied, it would be tobey's peter. he's funny in a dorky way and he seems pretty sincere most of the time. the Great Power Great Responsibility line is a meme at this point but as a theme it's certainly embodied by this peter. when he's a jerk it's usually because he's Learning a Lesson or uh... because these movies are 20 years old.

his spider-man on the other hand, while likable, isn't especially funny or quippy, and isn't as believable as an action hero -- he still sort of just feels like a dweeb in spandex. which doesn't really bother me honestly -- i find it endearing, and gives his trilogy and his spider-man an underdog feeling that the highly polished MCU can't recreate -- but i can see where someone might find it lacking.

#1. tom holland

there's lots to criticize about the MCU but tom holland as peter parker is one of its bright spots. he's earnest and genuine and funny, both as peter and while bantering as spider-man. he's good in the emotional scenes. he's believable as a high schooler, which i think helps a surprising amount; both andrew garfield and tobey maguire had a very How Do You Do Fellow Kids vibe in their school scenes. his peter really feels like a kid struggling with a lot of Responsibility, and that activates my extremely underdeveloped maternal instinct.

i LIKE that the mcu sidestepped yet another spider-man origin movie where we watch uncle ben die for the 3rd time in like a decade. i'm not really that precious about remixing some of the basic concepts, especially for a character we've seen so much of that i am able to make a list like this. people talk a lot about mcu peter being in it for the wrong reasons, etc, but i think his intro in civil war & like the entire plot of homecoming totally defeats that argument.

most of the criticisms i have of tom's franchise are criticisms i could make of any movie in the MCU and are a consequence of having a shared ~cinematic universe~. the stakes are never going to feel the same in a world where there's a superhero every six feet. he's always going to have to share screentime with the cameo character from the mothership. there's going to be questions and plotholes and characters hogging the limelight and discrepancies between directors.

and listen. here's the thing about the tony stark issue: i don't care. most pithy text posts about Class Traitor Peter are misreadings at best and deliberately misleading at worst. but that's a whole other 5,000 word essay and i don't care to relitigate civil war and endgame in 2021.

anyway i know probably about two people read every word of this bc it's ungodly long and everyone else just skimmed to get angry at my rankings ✌🏻 i had fun rewatching everything tbh and i look forward to seeing Spider-man Too: 2 Many Spider-Men in theatres this December

#spiderman #long post #i did not include the chris pine peter who appears for 3 minutes of itsv lol #he'd probably be the new number 5 if i had

[goldenfawnwriting]

Birds Of A Feather- Part 10 Hawks Fic

Summary: Finch is finally returning to work where she’s faced with a series of struggles, one being the infamous winged hero himself.

A/N: Here you go readers. Hope you enjoy

Warnings: Just angst lmao

Finch slid on her heels with a sigh. Today was the day, she had talked herself up over coffee all morning but, as she swung her purse up onto her shoulder she honestly wasn’t feeling any better. She was nervous, nervous to return to her job, nervous to see everyone again... Nervous to see him. 

That was what it really was, but she wouldn’t admit it. She was terrified to face him again after the blatant betrayal. She knew he didn’t see it that way or he would never do what he did. Or maybe he did and just didn’t care, maybe this was his way to get her off his back. She didn’t have the guts to ask him even if she did see him, which she would. It was inevitable. 

And so she locked her apartment door before heading off to work, walking a little slower into the building when she got there. Her wings bristled as she looked up to where his office would be. The windows gleamed in the light, the very top one open wide, as usual. It was getting warmer now, the air giving the feel of a new beginning. 

The elevator music was a little sickening but she endured it, walking into the office and setting her things down before heading to briefing. Her throat was tight with anxiety. She knew this would be when he saw her. Her wings brand new, not crippled anymore. 

She stood next to the boss, looking out at all the other workers there. Everyone was waiting for Hawks to show up but after a few more minutes of silence the boss cleared his throat. As he began talking Finch jotted down notes and grimaced. No sign of Hawks anywhere. Was he avoiding her? 

When she got back to the office she looked around and noticed Hawks’ seat was still pushed in, meaning he still hadn’t gotten here. So much for his schedule, she grumbled in her head. She clicked through his schedule on her computer, thankfully there were only a few things astray from her stand in. Beginning to take calls and fill in times she was beginning to worry. He still wasn’t here. It was going on an hour into the work day. 

She sighed, pulling out her phone to find his phone number, calling from the office phone so that maybe he’d actually answer. It rung twice before going to voicemail. He had done that, he had declined her call. She huffed angrily, calling again. After the third time, someone finally picked up, but it wasn’t the voice she wanted to hear. 

“Can I help you?”

A grumpy voice came over the line. Finch felt her stomach drop before she cleared her voice and put on her service voice. 

“Hi, this is Mr. Hawks secretary calling from his office, may I ask who I’m talking to this fine morning?”

“U-uh, it’s Amika...”

“Hello, Ms. Amika, pray tell, is Mr. Hawks available?”

“Y-ya, let me wake him up for you.”

There was rustling on the other end of the phone and Finch felt absolutely sick. This was ridiculous. If he could make her first day back any worse she would be surprised. There was a grumble from the other side before his voice rang through. 

“Hello?”

“Mr. Hawks, this is your secretary calling, it seems you’re late to work by- let me see- an hour and 20 minutes now.”

She gave in a grumpy tone. He gave a rushed reply.

“Oh uh- fuck, Finch, I’ll be there in 10, I am so, so sorry-”

She hung up on him. He looked at his phone with surprise, running a hand through his bed head. She was livid, he already knew it. 

Back at the office, Finch fixed her makeup in a compact, accidentally letting a few tears run, stress and a tiny bit of heartbreak finally squeezing it out of her. She was so tired of this. The dancing around her feelings, dealing with his bullshit. 

She was just pressing powder into her under eye, trying to rid the mascara, as he came in the window. She glanced at the time. 5 minutes, instead of 10, color her impressed. 

“Looks like someone finally decided to show up...”

She grumbled, he started to come towards her but she stopped him. 

“You have a meeting in 3 minutes with the chief, try not to be late this time.”

“H-have you been crying?”

“Can’t you find anything else to worry about?”

She snapped, closing the compact and stowing it away in her purse right as there was a knock on the door. It was the chief of commission, probably coming to save her ass by stealing him away.

“Hawks! I didn’t see you this morning, I was almost worried.”

“Haha, just taking an early morning fly to stretch my wings!”

Finch couldn’t help but roll her eyes dramatically. What a lame excuse. It seemed to have worked though, the chief laughing with him and throwing an arm around his shoulder as he lead Hawks off to the meeting room. Finch sighed. 

Today was going to be full of trial and tribulation, she already knew it. So far, not much was going to plan. While he was gone she answered phone calls and sent the usual emails, stretching and working out her fixed wing all the while. The PT didn’t end when she didn’t have anymore appointments sadly. She worked on it whenever she had time, wanting to fly more than anything and as fast as possible. 

It was maybe 30 minutes later and the door to the office busted open, catching Finch’s attention quickly. It was Hawks, sighing loudly as he brushed back his hair with his hand. She busied herself with another email, keeping her eyes glued to her computer screen. Her attempt at making herself invisible through sheer willpower seemed to not work though. 

“I’m glad you’re back...”

He started, looking at her from across the room. She ignored him, continuing to type quickly. 

“Are you mad at me?”

Her face was getting red with frustration. She wanted more than anything to tell him off but, she reminded herself that her feelings didn’t matter in the situation. He advanced, sitting on the edge of her desk. She grumpily pried a paper out from under his leg. 

“Why were you crying earlier?”

“I wasn’t.”

“Yes you were, you still have mascara on your jaw-”

He reached out to rub it away from her face but she jerked away from him quickly, turning to look at him.

“Don’t you have hero stuff to do?”

“Why are you acting like that?”

He confronted her, looking at her sharply. She looked away from him, his gaze penetrating. 

“I-uh-”

“You were crying this morning, you were pissy on the phone and now, what is going on with you, you’re never like this.”

“I just don’t want to talk about it ok?”

“Is everything going ok with your recovery?”

She blushed hard and fanned her wings in reaction to him mentioning them.

“Ya, they’re fine...”

He paused for a moment, looking them over. 

“Wow, birdie, your wings might just be bigger than mine.”

“N-no they aren’t!”

She stuttered, blushing even harder, the red contrasting with her freckles. He pulled her up  and spread his wings out to their full size.

“Spread your wings I wanna see.”

“H-hawks-”

“Aw come on dove, let me see them!”

She crossed her arms as she spread her wings. They just barely came short of his.

“Wow...”

He trailed off, looking them over. He circled her, like a shark, taking in his prey. She cleared her throat as he came behind her, running a delicate hand over her feathers making her shiver. 

“D-dont t-”

He ran his hand along the edge of them, feeling the silky brown feathers and the light speckles that adorned them. Her face reddened even more if it was possible, her body betraying her as she let out a small pant at the feeling.

“Doesn’t it feel good to stretch them out? Have you tried flying yet?”

Her wings bristled with the stimulation and she gave a small squeak in reply.

“N-no.”

“Really? I figured that would be the first thing on your mind-”

His fingers buried themselves into the tiny downy feathers where her wings connected with her back and she couldn’t help herself, moaning lowly at the feeling, electricity being sent all the way through her body, making her roll her eyes, her cheeks blazing.

He chuckled as he pulled away from her wings, walking across the room and side eyeing her coyly. He knew exactly what he was doing, his wings were just as sensitive.

“Someone’s a little worked up..”

She panted as she came back down from her slight high, looking over to him with her pupils resembling the head of a pin. 

“Take a breather birdie. Maybe in an hour or two we’ll try flying.”

She blinked away the rest of the fogginess and gave him a look.

“That was absolutely not fair Hawks.”

“Aw come on lovebird-”

“Stop calling me stupid nicknames, you have a girlfriend!”

She snapped, hugging herself to try and make herself seem smaller. She didn’t feel right with him acting like nothing happened. 

“What are you talking about?”

He asked lowly, furrowing his eyebrows. 

“The red head Hawks! Amika? It was all over!”

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

“Oh you saw that?”

She was getting increasingly angry.

“She isn’t really my girlfriend, more like an old friend of mine that came to visit...”

Finch snorted, trying to hold back laughter. 

“Are you kidding me? She literally answered your phone this morning.”

“Finch, she’s been staying in town is all, she’s an old friend of mine from back when I was in school-”

“Look I don’t care, have fun with her, I’m going to lunch.”

She grabbed her purse, storming off, and closing the elevator doors as Hawks tried to board it with her. She knew if he really wanted to he would just fly down but she almost wished he wouldn’t. As if the stubborn man wouldn’t.

“Why’d you close the doors on me?”

He asked as she walked out the front doors of the building. She ignored him as she made her way down to the line of booths selling street food. She got an order of roasted sweet potato before Hawks caught up to her again. 

“Finch you can’t seriously be mad-”

“Why did you stop coming to see me? You ignored all my calls.”

“Well I-”

She threw a hand up.

“Save it. You were with her. Asami didn’t even have the guts to tell me. You know its bad when she of all people hides something from you.”

He didn’t have a reply and Finch walked off, making her way back to the office as she ate silently. How ridiculous could he be?

It was silent for the rest of the day until they were about to get off, Finch shutting down her computer and grabbing her purse. 

“H-hey uh.. did you still want to go flying?”

Finch rolled her eyes silently. 

“I’m sure Amika is waiting for you at home.”

She replied, giving a sarcastic, tight lipped smile. She made her way out, the elevator dinging before she started on her way home. What a first day...

#hawks #mha hawks #mha #bnha hawks #bnha #bnha keigo #keigo takami #keigo #hawks angst #Hawks fanfic

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #400

“it’s an age-old story: the first will be last, and the last will be kings  /  the small will be great, and the great will be weak”

Who was the last person you sincerely thanked? My mom; I thank her every time she cooks for me/us, and I really do mean it. What’s the longest you’ve ever stayed as a guest at someone’s house? Somewhere around a month. What was the last thing to really surprise you? My brother has a fiancee and is having another son! :') Have you ever found out that you have been sleep walking? No. Have you ever tried making something from one of those short cooking videos? How did it turn out? No. Have you ever written a review for a product you bought online? No. What was the last thing you had the urge to do? Idk about anything notable. Is there anyone you feel that takes you for granted? No. What is the last thing you had a craving for? A donut. Do you ever read the comments on social media posts? Sometimes. What was the last thing you felt like you wasted money on? It's so rare that I buy things with my own cash that I really don't know. What was the last thing you wanted to buy, but couldn’t afford? Venus' terrarium on my own. Mom has to help me with buying it. What is a recipe you’d like to try to make for yourself? I don’t cook, so. What goes through your mind when you look back at old photographs of yourself? More than anything, I get sad over how much weight I've gained. I was so healthy once upon a time. It also just makes me miss my childhood. What was the subject matter of the last email you sent? I believe it was about setting up an appointment with my therapist. How do you get your news? Facebook articles, really. What do you think about lizards? I love them! I was that kid that always tried to catch them when I saw 'em. Now I just observe because I don't want to terrify them by trying to pick them up. Have you ever done consumer testing (testing products before they come out on the market)? If not, would you ever want to? No, but sure, I'd do it. Have you ever received anesthesia or morphine? Both. The time I received morphine, it did jack-all for me. If you had to choose which video game to be in, which would it be? Hmmm... I would say Azeroth from World of Warcraft, but too much shit goes down, ha ha. Perhaps the top of the temple in Shadow of the Colossus? So long as I could have someone I love with me, I'd be in Heaven. Although... I doubt there's WiFi there, so I might drop that answer, lmfao. I really don't know. Between the two, would you rather live in a place where it’s only night or where it’s only day? Day. I need the natural light of day sometimes, and if I wanted to sleep, I could just find shade. If you had to be an actor/actress in a movie, what genre of the movie would you be best at? Fantasy. Out of fire, earth, water, wind, light, and dark, which element appeals the most to you? Dark. What’s one thing that you wish was real? Friendly dragons, haha. Is there anything (show, comedian, etc.) that you constantly quote or make references to? No. What’s your favorite Disney Channel movie? I have absolutely no idea. I don't even remember almost any of them. What’s your favorite holiday? Christmas. Do you ever have to do yard work? No. Do you have any live versions of songs in your music software? Yes. Did/do you listen to Britney Spears songs? Yeah, sometimes. I genuinely don't mind her. Do you still make Christmas lists? Yeah, because I'm asked to. Do you watch the show Dexter? Never seen it. Which musical instrument do you think sounds the prettiest? I'm torn between the violin, harp, and piano. Is your mom or dad the older parent? Mom, by a year. Do you and your parents like any of the same bands/singers? A lot, actually. Is there any food in your bedroom? What? I have these tictacs I keep in my purse in case of a dry mouth. Medication makes me have that severely, and my psychiatrist recommended me to always have a hard candy available to suck on since it forces salivation. Do you know anyone who has road rage? Who? My younger sister, badly. How far away do your grandparents live from you? They're all dead, but they lived in far away states. Do you know anyone who wants to be the president one day? No. What kinds of chips are in the cupboards? None. It's a bad idea to keep chips in this house, haha. Do you have your mom's or dad's hair? Well, I was born with dirty blonde hair like my dad, but my hair is thick and more similar in color now to my mom's before the cancer completely drained the color. If you were going out with your celebrity crush, what would you wear? OH MY GOD LA;KSDJFAKLWJE I DON'T KNOW I LOOK AWFUL IN EVERYTHING. Have you ever cried when a teacher retired? Teared up, yes, multiple times. Do you swear and yell while playing video games? I might swear under my breath, but that's the extent of it. If you were adopted, would you want to know? At this point in my life, I don't really know. I kinda find myself leaning towards no. Has a best friend ever ditched you for a girlfriend/boyfriend? Pretty much. Do your pets chase after bugs? Roman sure does. When’s the last time you were so excited you couldn’t sleep? Why? I want to say that was the night before I was getting my tattoo redone. Do you own any flip-flops? Yeah, considering they're like... all I wear, ever. Did you ever really believe that the stork brought babies? I don't believe so, no. Have you ever had a dream about sleeping with a celebrity? (You don’t have to give details.) It was the only lucid dream I've ever had and I'm not complaining about it lmao. Have you ever had a dream that upset you or made you cry? Oh I'm sure. Has anyone ever told you that they needed you? Do you think they meant it? Not to my recollection, no, and I don't believe you should ever adopt that mentality and say that to someone. Do you own a laser? No. Is there anything you like to put on a sandwich, that some might find odd? Nah. I do enjoy a layer of potato chips on some sandwiches, like ham and cheese, but I know that's like an actual thing some people just like. What colour are the shoes you wear most often? They're black flip-flops. When was the last time you were required to put on a mask? In the morning when I go to the TMS office. And what colour was the last mask you wore? It's one of those normal blue and white medical ones. The last time you were in a queue, what were you waiting for? To see the woman who would give me my APAP mask. Have you had your Covid vaccine yet? Which one, if you have? Yes, Moderna. If you've had your vaccine, did you experience any side effects? None for the first shot, but my second shot bruised badly and I felt seriously shitty the following day. I was perfectly fine afterwards, though. Can any of your friends sing well? Which one has the nicest singing voice? Sara has an AMAAAAAAAAAAAZING voice. When was the last time you wore make-up, if ever? What shades/colours? I don't even remember, but I'm sure it would've been black. What is something that seems popular, but doesn't interest you personally? Fashion, various TV shows, etc... Are you clumsy or graceful? I am STUPID clumsy. Like it's just ridiculous. Do you like gloves? I like fingerless gloves. Does your sibling(s) have braces? My older sister did as a kid. Do you ever say "OMG" in person? No; it's a random pet peeve of mine, "Internet talk" irl. What was the last thing your parents got mad at you for? Dad, no idea. Mom, uhhhh. Not "mad," but "annoyed" probably better fits how she felt about me leaving the heating pad I use for my cramps on the floor. Do your pets have favorites? I'm definitely Roman's favorite seeing as he is my literal shadow, and I'd assume Venus trusts me more than anyone else, but realistically, she's in contact with almost no one else, so. Who was your first boyfriend/girlfriend? Why did you break up? The first guy to have the title of "boyfriend" was Aaron, and I broke up with him 'cuz I just wasn't as romantically into him as I thought I might be. It was puppy-dog love, and I feel I knew that. My first *real* boyfriend was Jason, who broke up with me because my mental illnesses began to affect his wellbeing. Which I now accept is fine, but he seriously coulda gone about things differently... When was the last time you got a new bed? Is your bed comfy? Late into my teenage years; idk the exact age and don't feel like doing the math. Teddy kept peeing on the bed to where it was just unrecoverable and needed to be thrown away. My current bed is comfy enough. What kind of games did you play on the playground when you were younger? My absolute favorite was digging tunnels in the sandbox, pretending to be a meerkat. The only trend I ever created, haha, seeing as my classmates got into it with me, allowing us to make huge tunnel systems. It was really cool. I also liked playing 4 Square (which I now don't even remember the details of) on the basketball court. Do you remember the first time you ever drove a car? Who were you with? Yeah, my driver's ed instructor and the guy who was on the same route as me. What’s your favorite thing to do when drunk? Would you do this sober? N/A Are you a fan of dogs? Do you have any as pets? I'm picky with dogs. I like interacting with any dog, but I don't plan on ever owning another. I don't like how hyper they can be, and I prefer more independent pets, like cats. Basically, I'll be hyped to meet a random dog on the street and give it some loving, but I don't want to take it home to be my own. Are you an elitist (even a little bit) when it comes to anything? What? No. I cannot stand elitists. Is just being fond of something enough, or does it take more than that to be a ‘real fan’? And I hate gatekeeping in fandoms even more. There are varying intensities of "being a fan," but regardless, if you like something, congratulations, you're a valid, "real" fan. What type of fabric is most comfortable for clothing? I don't pay attention to this, honestly. If you wear one – bras with or without a wire? I'll wear either, but without is way more comfortable. If you wear one – are you able to find cute bras in your size? God no. What length do you like your shorts to be? I don’t wear shorts. What was the last disappointing movie you saw? Warcraft, but not because it was bad. I've talked before how in the theater, the orcs' voices were just so fucking baritone that I couldn't understand almost ANYTHING they said. Kinda ruined the experience for me. What was the last disappointing book you read? Don't recall. Do you ever watch compilation videos? Of what? Very rarely. If I do, they're mostly of animals being silly. Favorite Disney character who isn’t royalty? Probably Dory, but idk. There's WAY too many options to fish through.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''this is the kingdom'' by skillet

[femmesandhoney]

Do you have any thoughts on Instagrams new update? It allows you to update your profile to add pronouns right next to your name. I’m a bit conflicted on this. TRA’s said that everyone, especially cis people, should normalize adding your preferred pronouns so it would be common to check someone’s pronouns before speaking to them and no one would be misgendered. Then TRA’s backtracked and said it’s not ‘preferred pronouns’ because you don’t prefer your pronoun - it just is. If you’re a woman it’s she/her and if you’re a man it’s he/him, it just is what it is and you can’t change that. Now, after everyone is used to having their pronouns in their bio & social media sites are updating to account for that TRA’s are saying that pronouns do not equal gender and you shouldn’t assume someone’s pronouns because of their name/how they look, and if you use the wrong pronoun then you are transphobic for assuming someone’s gender but at the same time they’re saying that pronouns do not equal gender. They’re flip-flopping back and forth on what is and isn’t transphobic and acceptable and it’s confusing, at least to me.

i mean it’s expected at this point that big social media companies will lean into what the loudest voices are saying to gain “woke points” from the crowds they’re marketing towards, so i wasn’t hugely surprised by it. 

i personally think pronouns aren’t necessarily bad to put in your email signature or professional social media account if you have like a name that isn’t strongly associated with men or women or no photos of you up, so you’re like “hey btw i’m a man/woman” if you’re like a professional. i know i’ve had a few college profs who i couldn’t tell immediately by their name how to address them until i saw they added pronouns in their signature in an email, so it can be helpful in like professional correspondences. it does give people the power to abuse it, though, like if a trans woman is saying his pronouns are she/her but he’s a man, i would be hugely confused if i had to meet up with him irl for something, i would think i was talking to the wrong person. so that’s a huge problem.

i think i’m getting annoyed with like being told everyone needs to have pronouns in their bio to normalize it cause pronouns are normalized? it’s an everyday component of english and many other languages. not sure why they’re acting like people don’t use pronouns correctly all the time lmao. it’s just for the comfort of trans people not blowing a fuse at being called the “wrong” one. and do not get me started on tras saying pronouns don’t equal gender, i dealt with that bullshit all the time on exclus twitter. pronouns always equal your sex, it’s just how it is, at least in most languages, though i think some asian languages use pronouns in a bit of a different way than a lot of proto-indo-european ones. but this isn’t about linguistics, in general pronouns refer to a person’s sex. it’s not complicated and words don’t not mean something. they replace a noun, aka a person, and refer to our real biological sex. it’s not meaningless for christ sake i hate when tras say that. 

and i think what gets frustrating after a while is sometimes people just don’t know your fucking pronoun because they don’t religiously check your bio or social or whatever before talking with you. i know i personally don’t get mad if someone uses the wrong pronoun for me, i just correct them and move on. i don’t throw a fit. but yeah, people respond in the moment to tweets, posts without checking, so sometimes if you even just use the neutral they pronoun, people flip out at you for misgendering them. like man up you obviously understand it’s because i don’t know your sex and am using english correctly in that situation. i’ve had people “cancel” me for using a neutral pronoun to vague reference a person (aka i didn’t even want people to know who i was talking about, much less their sex which narrows it down), because i “should have” been using this person’s preferred pronoun and shit. so childish and insane. i actually didn’t even follow the person i was vaguing, much less know their preferred fucking pronoun, so i was like the hell, yall mad cause i used they for a person i don’t know just because they apparently go by he/him? like i was supposed to hunt down their bio to know lmao. just insane. i think adding pronouns is only acceptable in very certain circumstances like i mentioned above, but i think the weird complex it’s giving young kids and teens (and certain adults) is worrying. to the point they cancel and attack people if they slip up even when they’re obviously trying to be a good little tra, they will kick them into the ground for a single misuse of a pronoun. i hate it in that respect yes :)

#this is all over the place did i answer you anon lol?? i hope #ask #anon

[hoodharlow]

Wildflower: Chapter 1 [PR!Cal]

Prologue found here

AN: First of all this is dedicated to the anon that sent me the whole Twitch stream. ILYSM. Second fatass shout out to @d-oaks​ for always reading and editing these messes ilysm.

Warnings: brief mentions of drug use towards the end

Word Count: 3.8k

“‘llo?” Calum answered his phone groggily. He had passed out the minute he climbed on to bed with Duke. 

“Ash asked you for one fucking thing. Be nice to Alexis, and what do you do? Fucking yell at her in a parking lot.” Luke’s voice boomed on the other side. 

Duke climbed on Calum’s chest. With his front paws he nudged him because he needed to go.

“Did she fucking tell you that?” Calum rubbed his face as he led Duke out to his yard to do his business.

“No, it’s all over fucking Twitter. God, Cal we don’t need this. Look, we got a meeting with the label at nine. I’ll leave ya to it.” With that Luke hung up.

Calum opened Twitter and there was a video of him and Alexis Ximena. The audio was just the paparazzo talking about them, but anyone with eyes could see what they were doing wasn’t talking. They were arguing. The video ended with Alexis wiping her tears as she walks back to the building. There was another video of them, but this one is of him draping his jacket over her as he leads them to the car. 

"Fuck." Calum said to himself. Most of the tweets are calling him out for being an ass. 

He dropped his phone on the couch. He went over to his kitchen and started on his daily coffee when his phone pinged. It was a Tweet from Alexis Ximena.

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮

A loud knock woke Alexis Ximena. Her morning class was cancelled today. She had hoped she would be able to sleep in today after last night. 

“Mande,” she called.

“Get ready, we have a meeting at nine.” Her dad answered from the other side.

She got up after hearing his footsteps fade away, walking to her vanity to check her phone. Her stomach dropped when she saw twitter. Then she was angry. Where the fuck were the paps? She thought to herself. They always have the fortune of getting her and Calum in pretty compromising  positions. Shawn was still mad at her for the pictures from a few weeks ago in which Calum was carrying Karma, her dog. She was on her way to Paris when the pictures were released. 

Alexis Ximena started typing. “I’m fucking done with the media this morning. I was so excited to share some very exciting things, but TMZ beat me to it. A lot of y’all know I’m a huge fan of @5sos. I had the mf opportunity to be working with them on a project that’s V special to me 1/2

Y’all are so quick to start shit. That video only showed a snippet of what happened between @Calum5SOS and I. We’ve been in the studio all day working. If y’all were us, you'd be annoyed too lmao. Have a nice morning and stop hating on him 💛💛 2/2”

She turned off her phone and got ready. For some reason California decided to be 78℉ in the middle of January, so she changed into a baggy polo long sleeve and a skirt, pulling her hair into a low bun. After she finished her makeup and grabbed her converse, she picked up her backpack from the floor. 

When she got downstairs, her dad was in the living room answering some emails. She quickly filled her water bottle and grabbed a few snacks before following him to the garage. She  watched her dad press a button on the mini fridge, and then a platform lifted. It had all the keys to the cars in here. No wonder she couldn’t find shit yesterday. Alexis Ximena has been living here for almost two years, but she still keeps learning about new features in the house. 

The drive to the meeting was pretty short. She checked her phone and rolled her eyes. They were 45 minutes early. She reached inside her backpack for her journal. Panic ran through her veins after she realized it wasn’t in there. That journal was the last gift her mom gave her before she passed away, and Alexis Ximena used it specifically for her song writing. She pulled her phone out and called the studio. After a brief call, maintenance didn’t find anything other than a few used condoms from a different section where she was. 

“Do you know what the meeting is about?” Alexis Ximena asked dad after finishing the call. She sat down again next to him. Her knee bounced as she wondered where she could’ve left it.

“Damage control for the video TMZ leaked.” He replied.

“I tweeted about it when I was getting ready. We should be good no? I haven’t read anything bad since I sent that out.”

“I’m sorry for what they’re going to ask you to do, mi’ja.” He said solemnly.

She rolled her eyes at his melodramaticism. What’s the worst that can happen? 

She sat back and checked her phone. She was replying to Shawn’s message about meeting up at his place for dinner when they were called in. 

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮

They had to be joking, they just had to be. They all saw that video of them about to rip each other’s throats out, so the most reasonable thing that occurred to her team and the label was to suggest they try to convince the general public that they have been dating for a while. Lucky for them, they have enough footage of them that can work in their favor.

Calum glanced over to Alexis Ximena. She looked like she had her mind elsewhere. Her eyes met his, and she looked down at the contract. 

She mumbled something to her dad. Her dad whispered back in Spanish. Whatever he said it pissed her off. Her anger was spewing out of her. From the way she was clicking her pen to her furrowed eyebrows. 

“No, this is bullshit.” Calum was the first to respond.

“I agree. I don’t want to be pictured with him.” Alexis Ximena looked over him in disgust.

“Why? Your boyfriend gonna get jealous?” He taunted. 

Alexis Ximena’s face paled and then she glared at him. 

“What boyfriend?” Her dad asked her in a low voice. She quickly responded to him in Spanish.

“Calum,” Michael warned him. 

“What? She needs the publicity.” Calum turned to Michael then he turned to Alexis Ximena. “I wouldn’t be  surprised if you’re the one that called the paps.”

“I need the publicity? I’m not who’s been teasing an album and tour dates.” Alexis Ximena snapped at him. 

Calum’s brows furrowed as he angrily glared at Alexis Ximena. 

“You know what? Why don't we all take ten and reconvene?" the PR lady smiled at Alexis Ximena and Calum. 

Alexis Ximena pushed out of her chair and walked out of the office. Her dad followed behind her.

Calum took the chance to use the restroom. After doing his business, he walked out of the bathroom. Behind the corner, he overheard Alexis Ximena and her dad argue. He stayed hidden because if he walked over, she would probably chew his head off.

"You're a fucking liar. You promised me that you weren't getting involved in my shit." He heard her say. Her voice cracked in the end, like last night.

"Mi'ja-"

"Don't fucking mi'ja me, Alejandro. I'm working my ass off on that soundtrack only for it to get used as a pawn all because some fucking security guard had the fucking nerve to call the paps that the guys were there.”

"If it makes you feel better, I got them transferred to a different place." Her dad spoke up.

"Of course you did.” She scoffed. “Might as well have gotten them fired, no? That really would have shown them.”

“Ximena—” 

“Do you know how hard it is for me? I have to work my ass off and prove myself so that  everyone realizes that I earn my shit. Then you or Amy swoop in, and it all looks like y’all were behind it." She sighed. 

"I know I fucked up as a dad, but I'm trying to fix it. All I'm asking of you is to sign. It's a shit deal, but you need to do it. If I had it my way, this wouldn't be happening." He said.

Calum heard footsteps.

"You can come out now. I can see you through the reflection of the vase." Alexis Ximena told Calum. 

He awkwardly walked over from behind the wall."Sorry, I overheard. I won't-"

"Are you going to sign it?" She asked, cutting him off.

"I kinda have to. We have an album and tour coming up." He repeated her words to her. 

"Right."

"At least they're letting us go about this more organically. They're not forcing us to go to restaurants and dry hump each other like… you know." 

She glared at him. “Let’s get this over with.” 

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮

“How the fuck are you even alive? Didn’t you say your dad would have killed you if he found out about him.” Angie asked Alexis Ximena as she lifted her burger.

“I’m pretty sure he’s going to when I get home. He wasn’t about to do it in front of fifteen people, too many witnesses.” Alexis Ximena shrugged. She plucked a fry from the basket. 

After class, Alexis Ximena called Angie, asking to meet her at Umami Burger. Angie and Alexis Ximena instantly became best friends when they got casted in ‘The F It List’. They both faced a lot of criticism because their characters were white. Most of the hate was aimed at Angie because she was black and the main character. People were really mad about that. Alexis Ximena was quick to defend her and call out everyone that made racist comments to her. 

“When are you going to tell him about your situation with Calum?” Angie asked. 

“Later today. He flew down this morning because they made him come for the Grammys. I’m going over after I get Calum a present.” Alexis Ximena explained. She set her sandwich on her plate and reached over for a napkin. “What?”

“You’re getting this dude a present? What is it, a thank you gift? ‘Thank you for yelling at me in a parking lot. Here’s a present.’ You can’t be serious, Alex.” Angie rubbed her temples trying to process. It took everything in her not to call Alexis Ximena out for being a clown that let’s everyone walk all over her. 

“His birthday is on Saturday. After they’re done with their thing, which I have to go to, Luke is playing a little after party thingy in the hotel room. Since I’m his girlfriend ,I have to be there.” Alexis Ximena rolled her eyes and went back to eating. 

After lunch she took an Uber to Diesel. She loved Diesel and most of their clothes had Calum’s current aesthetic. She didn't have much trouble finding him a present. She bought him a black knitted sweater with ‘DIESEL’ across the torso. 

After  she was done, Alexis Ximena hopped on another Uber to Shawn’s condo. She was supposed to go over tonight, but Calum texted her that he had an extra ticket for Coldplay, and she better be ready at 8. She slipped on her sunglasses and covered her head with a hat she bought along with Calum's sweater.

"Hey," she greeted Shawn when he let her in.

"I thought you were coming over for dinner," he said confused.

"I was, but something happened. Uh, can we talk?" she asked. 

"Yeah, let's go to the couch."

He took her hand in his and guided them to the two person sofa. Alexis Ximena's cheeks flushed remembering some of the things they've done on that sofa, specifically her being on her knees in between his thighs. He sat down and pulled her to his chest. 

Alexis Ximena rested her head on his shoulder. She missed this. It's been over a month since they saw each other. The last time was Christmas, but Alexis Ximena had to fly to Melbourne right after for a photoshoot for Vogue Australia. 

"I saw that video of you and Calum. I can't believe he would do that to you." Shawn was the first to speak.

"It was a cleverly recorded video by the paps. All a complete misunderstanding, but his team and mine aremakingusdoapr." She quickly mumbled at the end and hid her face.

"What? I didn't hear you correctly." 

Alexis Ximena sighed, "For damage control or whatever it's called. They're making us you know, date."

"You're kidding me right?" Alexis Ximena shook her head at him. "Did you sign?"

"I had to. They basically used my soundtrack as blackmail. You know how much it means to me." She said, sadly. She played with the hem of her skirt.

"Yeah, but another movie would have come by. We know you get parts thanks to your dad." He said nonchalantly. "Shit, that came out wrong. I'm sorry"

"It's okay, I know you didn't mean it." She dismissed him.

"When's your first outing?"

"Later today. We're going to go see Coldplay, but I rather stay here with you. Can we stay like this for a bit? I miss being in your arms." 

"Yeah, Lexi." He said, pulling her closer to him. 

She cringed at the nickname. She's never liked it because it sounds a bit white to her. She's never 

told him that because she knew it would hurt his feelings, so she lets him call her that. 

A few hours passed and Alexis Ximena was on her way back home. Shawn and her spent them hanging out. A few kisses here and there but nothing too intense. In their year old relationship, they never fully had sex. There was something that always held Alexis Ximena back. She just couldn't bare her soul like that. She loves Shawn with her whole heart, but she's never felt comfortable enough to give herself to him or anyone. Luckily, Shawn is patient and never forces her to do something she's not ready for. 

Alexis Ximena thanked the Uber driver and pushed the door code so she could go into her house. She was half way up the stairs when her dad popped his head out from his home office.

“On’tabas?” He asked. Alexis Ximena almost missed the step when she turned around.

“Before you start, I have to get ready because I’m going out with Calum tonight.” She said.

Her sister squealed from wherever from the top of the stairs. “You’re going out with Calum! I frickin knew it. Ever since I saw you two flirting backstage in the Late Late Show, I was shipping. No wonder Karma loves him. I’m starting to think that he wasn’t there for Luke; he was there for you huh?” Paola gushed in excitement. Alexis Ximena looked at her dad, but he raised his hands in defeat and retreated back to his office. She plastered a fake smile and turned to her sister.

“Promise me you’re not going to say anything. It was supposed to be on the DL, but things kinda started to get out of hand. We’ve only been talking for a few months. Since we’re both not busy right now, we’re gonna see where it goes.” Alexis Ximena said. She was delivering the role of a lifetime. 

 “I’m so happy you’re happy again. After the whole mess with Shawn, I was worried you weren’t going to, you know, find love again. I’m glad it’s with Calum. He’s a really sweet guy.” Paola smiled sincerely.

Alexis Ximena vividly remembered that her sister was ready to fight Shawn when the pictures of him and Camila were released back in July. After their talk back then, Alexis Ximena promised him that she wasn’t going to tell anyone that they were still together. She couldn’t ruin his career on something like that. On top of how he was already ruining his career by being associated with a known racist. They can’t have him as a cheater. 

“Let me pick your clothes. We can’t have you looking like a mess on your first date with Calum.” Paola clapped her hands. She grabbed Alexis Ximena’s hand and pulled her to her room. 

“I’m capable of picking my own clothes. I was on that Instlye’s Top Ten Best Dressed of 2019.” Alexis Ximena tried to tell her, but she was in her own world rummaging through Alexis Ximena’s closet, secretly picking some clothes to borrow as well. 

“Yeah, you were number 3.” Paola said, glancing at her.

“Okay you try beating Zendaya and Tracee Ellis Ross.” Alexis Ximena retorted.

“You’re right,” She went back to sorting through the clothes. “Oh my god! Yes! This is perfect.” 

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮

Calum scrolled through Alexis Ximena’s profile. He followed her a few months ago, occasionally liking a post here and there. He was three years deep when he saw a post from her 18th birthday. It was a video of her forearm getting wiped clean showing a wildflower bouquet. 

Then it hit him. He reached for his phone. He continued scrolling through her profile, waiting for Luke to answer him. She even posted an IGTV about her getting her tattoos covered for filming. 

“Why are you calling me? Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for your big date?” Luke laughed. 

Calum rolled his eyes. “What if we change ‘Sunflower’ to ‘Wildflower’?” He asked, ignoring Luke’s joke.

“You’re still on that? I thought you said you were okay with Sunflower. Why?” 

“I mean other than the fact that Harry literally has a song in his new album called that, Alexis Ximena has a wildflower tattoo—”

“But that—”

“Let me fucking finish.” Calum grumbled, “So I was thinking since we’re dating, I could have a song that’s quote on quote about her. What do you think?”

“I mean, yeah. Ask the rest and see if we have time to change up the song. When are we dropping the trailer?” 

“Early February along with No Shame, I think. We have Friday reserved in the studio. Maybe we could redo the song. Oh shit, we’d have to record Kill My Vibe as well, huh” 

“Oh, I forgot about that song, fuck. Okay, I’ll text Ashton and Michael. We’ll talk about it and fill you in. Let me nap and go get ready for your date.” Luke hung up. 

Calum rolled his eyes. They’re going to a concert, not to some gala or award show. The only thing he had to do was brush his teeth and slip his coat that his sister sent him as an early birthday present. 

He walked over to the fridge so he could reheat leftovers from the other day. While he waited for his food to heat up, he fed Duke and let him wander around the yard until he pooped. Calum decided to stir the pot a bit while he ate his pad Thai. 

He went into one of Alexis Ximena’s fan accounts and liked their current post. It was a video posted on her stories a few hours ago. She was pushing her hair over her shoulders and looking over her shoulder to the camera, her go-to pose, while her sister hyped her up. He locked his phone and waited for a few minutes and unliked it. Within those minutes, a screenshot of the like was getting spread through his fans’ accounts and hers. 

Around 7:50, Calum changed out of his sweats into some jeans. After making sure Duke was good for the rest of the evening, he grabbed his keys, wallet, and journal from the counter. He’s assuming that the journal is Alexis Ximena’s. It’s black leather bound with “AX” etched in gold. It exudes a rich girl that doesn’t know how to spend money, he had thought to himself when he found it. 

When he drove out his house, he spotted Alexis Ximena outside her’s. You had to be blind to not see how beautiful she is, how she carries herself with grace and humility. It’s a shame that it’s all a facade, deep down she’s just another LA girl. 

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮

“Hi,” Alexis Ximena said when she climbed in his car. “Oh, here’s your jacket. If I knew we were going to meet up earlier. I would’ve given it to you then.”

“Keep it for now. When we break up, I can get it back.” He said, not even glancing to look at her. Alexis Ximena simply nodded. 

She scrolled through Instagram. Ever since Shawn’s 21st party when someone leaked a video of her and Shawn standing close to each other and talking, Shawmila accounts have dedicated their time to tagging in her posts of their faves. They could be doing more productive things like streaming  their fave’s album or buying  tickets for Camila’s tour instead of tagging her in posts because neither her album and tour isn’t doing so good. 

“Is this yours?” Calum asked her, holding up her journal. They were in Calum’s car. They still had a few minutes before the venue people could go in. 

Her eyes widened in surprise. 

“Oh my god, thank you so so so so much. I was worried I lost it. It’s the last birthday present my mom gave me before she—” 

Overdosed, shoving fentanyl down her throat only for Alexis Ximena to find her dead in a pool of vomit when she came back from an audition to Julliard. 

She cleared her throat, “When she, um, passed away.”

Calum instantly regretted what he thought about her spending her money on unnecessary things. He watched her trace the A. 

“I’m sorry for your loss. You don’t have to answer, but when did she pass away?” He asked solemnly.

“Um, a little over two years ago. It’s actually the reason why I moved down to LA with my dad. They split up when I was little, and I stayed in Oakland with her.” She explained. 

She looked over to Calum. He was processing everything she told him. Before he could ask her another question, she looked at her phone. 

“We should get going.” She unbuckled the seat belt. 

“Right.” He nodded along. He noticed how she quickly changed the subject, making it obvious that she was still not comfortable talking about her mother’s death.

“Are you a pancakes or waffles guy?” She asked him. She was a few steps ahead of him. 

“A what?” Calum gave her a confused look.

“You know how in Cloak and Dagger when Tandy and Tyrone go to that club. Tandy and Tyrone pretend to be a couple to get through.” She turned to him, pushing her hair behind her. “From the look on your face you don’t even know about Cloak and Dagger.” 

“No.” 

“Cloak and Dagger is a show. It’s so good. I’m really disappointed they cancelled it. Anyways, the pancakes and waffles reference is for hand holding. Like do you clasp your hand around, pancakes, or do you intertwine your fingers, waffles. I’m a waffles girl, which sucks because Shawn is a pancakes guys and—”

“Waffles.” Calum cut her off. The last thing he wanted to hear was her talk about Shawn.

“Okay,” She reached for Calum’s hand and intertwined his fingers with hers. “Waffles is it.”

#pr!cal #Wildflower #calum hood #calum hood series #calum hood imagine #calum hood fanfic #calum hood fanfiction #cloak and dagger #5sos #5 seconds of summer

[ancient-bruises-ancient-moon]

ok SO I got an anon I wasn’t gunna respond to but I'm enjoying a vegan chocolate banana cookie dough thc/cbd infused smoothie I invented so fuck it, let’s do this

this isn’t gunna be eloquent at all and I hope what im intending to say comes off correctly. may not, my brain is mush- but here we go!

so last night/technically this morning I reblogged a lot from this brilliant intersexism blog. (highly recommend giving a follow!) which led to...a bizarre ass anon this morning (I'll make another post linking to her blog so ya’ll can follow. she doesn’t need to deal w/ this post after everything else she deals w/ on here- unless u want to ofc!! hi ur cool! ANYWAY...)

I don’t remember the exact wording but it was something like “so ud rather have sex w intersex ppl over trans ppl??”

ummm. I literally never said shit about sex w/ intersex ppl?? like, ever.

was that supposed to be some huge “gotcha!!” ??

‘cause it didn’t work, at all.

1. my body is not a democracy

2. why r ya’ll obsessed w sex as validation

3. ur rly gunna ask me, essentially, if I'd rather be intimate w a deranged narcissistic reality denying manic OR a person with an intersex disorder...and u rly think I'm gunna be like OH NO I’D RATHER HAVE SEX W A MANIAC???

like...it’s rly not ab sex at all but did u RLY think that was gunna work in ur favor somehow?? and if u did, why did u think so? could it be bc u use intersex ppl as pawns for ur arguments but then don’t actually consider them ppl that can be in loving and intimate relationships? do u rly think this is activism? do you feel no shame?? you should be fucking embarrassed. this is so embarrassing for you. 

something ya’ll don’t realize: I worked at a center that offered therapeutic services, std testing, & peer activity groups for lgbtiapqbdsmnlmnop folxxxx

I know how ya’ll speak to your therapists, to your peers when you think no one is listening, I watch ya’ll take credit for things u did NOTHING for, I've watched your violence against anyone who disagrees with you (INCLUDING about tv show characters...like, come on..) Adult trans women using fake IDs to try to get into youth events...and then get MAD AT ME when I have to kick A WHOLE ASS HALF DRESSED MAN GRINDING ON THE FLOOR out of an event for CHILDREN... this is beyond just Tumblr. you’re also like this irl. and often, somehow, even fucking worse.

I had far less intersex clients BUT ya know who wasn’t throwing tantrums, being violent, trying to take credit for things they didn’t do, starting fights, sneaking into events to get near minors?? my intersex clients! NOT ONCE. AND  let’s be real...my intersex clients had good fucking reason to be furious and there were absolutely times that I would not have blamed them in the slightest for slapping tf out of someone...but they didn’t. not once. (ngl tho if they did I would have “not seen” what happened tbh bc I am a very responsible adult lmao- I can say this now bc I left the field so it matters not at all for my career)

ya know who would stay after hours, silently crying in rage bc of the shit trans clients said to them? my intersex clients (the big one was trans ppl telling them they’re lucky they get to ~~choose~~ their sex)

ya know who took the time to use open activist hour to build presentations to teach the LARGELY ENTIRELY INEPT staff (myself included, more below) about intersex issues so the people who come after them can get better help than they were able to receive?? I'll give you one guess. 

I left academia and working in the field w/ ppl bc of my experiences at this place & the direction this tender gender trender shit is taking academia. Intersex people deserve so much fucking better than even having to HEAR this bullshit. I would only go back into the field to work with women & intersex individuals. Probably as a volunteer though, but I digress

I worked there when all these new words were coming out too like demisexual android identified diaper baby or whatever the fuck lmao and the trans clients would be FURIOUS when anyone didn’t know wtf it meant

and in contrast our intersex clients were constantly explaining shit to staff/interns/volunteers about their conditions that they should never have had to explain TO THE PROFESSIONALS WHO WERE THERE TO HELP THEM. and I can’t even lie and pretend I fucking knew much, I didn’t. I was hired without even knowing i’d be working w intersex clients- I just needed to show I knew some trans buzzwords. but I put in the time to learn, I read every book any client recommended, any article they emailed me- but honestly that STILL ISN’T GOOD ENOUGH!!!! I should NOT have been hired!!! MY BOSS should not have been hired!!! Actually, the only staff members that actually deserved their job was an gay intersex man. OT but he was so cool and smart and hilarious and like FUN ANGRY like idk how to explain that better lol he was good at getting u pumped up ab shit & good at getting ppl worked up enough to DO something. The only other staff member who actually cared and knew anything was a lesbian woman (of course) but she had recently had a baby and became so afraid for the welfare of her wife and daughter that she went along w trans shit that she KNEW was delusional and unhealthy bc we SAW these trans clients being violent on the Regular. we were legally obligated to call the cops several times. she wasn’t wrong to be afraid but I do think she should have tried to work elsewhere if she could no longer do her job with integrity but that’s a conversation for another day.

agh im just gunna end this post now bc I can rly go on and on but I'll leave the post with this question that I'd very much like an answer to:

how can we as activists be of better service to our intersex sisters? this issue is becoming more and more pressing and I can’t sit back and do nothing for them anymore. does anyone know of intersex only orgs that need volunteers or have suggestions?? PLS LET ME KNOW. I won’t go back to where I was but there’s GOTTA be SOMETHING I can do for the intersex community. let’s figure it out <3 this issue very seriously needs the attention of radical feminists tbh so...let’s do something.

[subtextread]

Dear abu,

I can imagine a different timeline where it’s you and me getting coffee this week instead of me being a weird dissociating zombie human trying to reckon with the one year anniversary of your death. We would definitely be talking about the insurgency at the capitol (would there still have been an insurgency in this timeline though?). I think I would be talking about whiteness and you would be talking about hubris and false conservatism and it would be sentiments as shared as possible between two people who hold different textbook party affiliations and different generational experiences, etc.

It threw me a little that the conversation we had about land was in 2017. That’s longer ago than I expected. That means you were in a darker place for longer than I remembered. Heatedish conversations about politics were before then because after, you were kind of preoccupied.

But even in this period where you were struggling with land shit, you still came to some of my shows. My bandmate said she saw that you got some of the best photos of the stage. I don’t know where your phone is, but I wonder if you enjoyed rewatching our noisey Beatles covers when you had some time away from the rest of the family in Pakistan.

Here are some other random memories:

- when we would take the bus for some reason you really liked the Claritin ad lol

- i think the first time i saw you and mom share space intentionally after the divorce was when i got a tonsillectomy. I remember waking up from being under and being like wtf this looks wrong somehow haha

- i used to wait by the windows on days you were supposed to come visit in the pre cell phone era because i was a brat and didn’t understand the fraught nature of public transit and i would get super mad at you when you were late and you would laugh about it with mom behind my back

- one time my mom heard me reading urdu and she was so amazed that she called you to have you hear it and it was the first time she did something like that and it was such a moment of recognizing that a person’s child was doing something impressive and that person wasn’t there but probably deserved to be witness to it too - and such a moment was so foreign because really you and mom barely spoke in the 25 years you lived past your divorce

- you weren’t like really interested in not me members of my family lmao. I remember when I tried to show you photos of the niblings or hc’s kiddos who were/are my entire world you were like (pat pat) on their heads lol

- you asked about my childhood friend a lot, and i told her that when she reached out to offer condolences

- i think i have a weird affection for cnn because i remember you watching it lol

- some of the films we saw in theaters together were clockstoppers (lol), tron: legacy (which is like a random favorite movie that I haven’t watched since you died because #dadfeelings), i think both rugrats films?, princess diaries (also #dadfeelings but #poorlyexecuted), a really bad bollywood film that had a trailer for eik ladkhi ko dekha at the start lol. I had to leave the theater for this one because the gratuitous nationalist torture scenes and the audience weirdly applauding them made me want to die, but i respected that the second you came out the theater you apologized LOL. i’m sure there were more!

- you wanted me to go to whitney young (satan’s playground), and I did (not because you wanted me to lol) and it was the worst lol

- you used to spontaneously bring me burgers when i was a kid even though you never ever ever ever ate them and i wonder now if it was some sort of like vicarious thing because you were cautious about your health but maybe wanted to just buy it to get it out of your system lol

- one time we spent all day at cook county hospital because you needed to get checked out and it’s the only place that doesn’t require insurance and it was so busy and the wait and all the people in the gigantic industrial-feeling waiting area was like such a damning example of healthcare injustice that i saw and didn’t understand at all at that young age

- one time we went to six flags but i only went on one ride because i was too scared!

- one time we went to the circus and as we were walking through a parking lot, I was turning to face you to talk as I walked and you, because you were a super chill and tentative person, didn’t warn me in time that i was about to smack into a parked car’s side mirror and i had a long gash in my face that left a scar for a few years lmao

- i remember you fractured your foot once and i didn’t understand why you were still walking on it

- one time you mentioned the dum dum girls and i was like what dad when did you get cool but it’s just because you read their name in a magazine

- you bought me my first cd! Alicia Keyes Songs in A Minor lol

- you wanted me to be good at the monkey bars but i wasn’t - the playground where we tried has been torn down but the park is still there and that’s where i put the dried stems from the flowers tracy got me when you died

- i wish i drove you around more. should’ve chauffeured you around dad lol. I have no recollection of seeing you drive ever even though you drove a taxi and a truck

- [redacted trauma memory]

- i just went through my emails and messages on facebook - i wish i had like a record of all our texts ever but whatever. some are cute and nice, some are uh bizarre lol, some are angry, but the vast vast majority are emails of me just being like “hi! Hope you’re well! Where are you! Did you get a new number!” Lol you would always leave without telling me or telling me super super last minute and so much of my virtual communication was just like trying to find you.

This makes me sad:

Hope you are resting peacefully. I hope I remember more things soon!

#grief blogging

[5sosbitchfest]

Alrighty, Nonsters.  We currently have 290 Asks in our box!  As much as we might try, I know there is NO WAY we’re going to be able to get through all of them.  Everything exploded this weekend when MessyGate went down!   I don’t want to ignore any asks just because I already answered a similar one.  So, I’ve tried to gather as many similar Asks as possible to let your your voices be heard.  Y’all are definitely NOT alone in your feelings.  Get ready for a lot of opinions on Messy’s Twitter Drama.  

Also, if you sent in an Ask and we haven’t answered it yet, please feel free to resubmit it!  I do try to scroll through all of them but it is a daunting task and personal stuff and work make it difficult for me to get through everything in a timely manner!

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Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I’m really disappointed in Luke and this band in general, the way they deal with things. “honest policy” with messy? So he knew all of this and it was okay? Or he confronted her on this and he is okay with what she has done? I’m not sure this whole thing would be a deal breaker for me, but it certainly would make me real mad at my SO and some whiny excuses wouldn’t be enough to make things alright. Radio silence would’ve been much better than that story he posted, made himself look like a fool.

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: These girls will sooner or later become their downfall if their management or them does not realise they should rely on other things than bringing relationship up front to sell their music. I find it extremely bad that they are behaving as if nothing happened, I hope there will be changes once touring will be possible again and we won’t see these girls tagging along everywhere or being brought up in interviews all the time but somehow I’m not counting too much on that.

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I wonder if Luke knows everything that Messy got exposed for or just the parts Messy wanted to show him. Bc Luke said in his Story that he wasn't online lately so maybe he wasn't on Twitter too and Messy just showed him the parts that make her look good and he still doesn't know that she spoke bad about Ashton or how she stalked the fans also after she knew that they didn't hack his email adress cause he wasn't on Twitter so he couldn't see the screenshots.🤷‍♀️

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I'm just waiting for the day one of them date someone who isn't a part of their circle. tired of them passing around the same toxic girls.

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: These girls are just digging a whole for these guys and they want be able to get out of it soon

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: It was a chicken move for Sierra to do it as a reply and no one has talked on twitter that she deleted it because they probably think her deleting it is saying it wasn’t true

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: Am I the only one who thinks that guys really only heavily interact with us when they want to promote something or say something about the music? I do understand they have lives so being on Twitter isn't number one priority and with all the drama that surrounds this fandom its very easy to not want to be online a lot, I just can't help but feel that way

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I'm talking about this messy situation (no pun intended) with my friend and she said to me that Messy should consider changing her career if she can't handle that not all people are going to like her. (that ofc doesn't include any form of harassment bc that's not cool)

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I really don't know how to feel about the Luke situation. At first I was upset and disappointed of Luke but now I almost pity him bc real or not either the management would want Luke to defend her or Messy. And I think Luke isn't the kind of person who would stand up against the management or Messy (even though it would probably be better for him if he would). And most people don't realise when they're in a toxic relationship so I can't really blame him. I just hope this ends asap.

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I literally was so angry and frustrated with Luke and this whole situation yesterday that I couldn’t even look at him on my home screen, I had to change it. It’s really a disappointing thing to witness. Whether management put him up to this or he genuinely believes this toxicity is okay, I’m just very grumpy with him at the moment. He deserves better and WE (the fans) deserve better.

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I think Luke really needs to be in a relationship with sb who either isn't famous and doesn't want to be or with someone who is famous bc they have a successful career too and who doesn't need Like to be famous.

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I’ve only seen a few accounts on Twitter who are attacking Messy and Crusty to the core and exposing every bad thing they’ve done with receipts for the sossies defending them! I’m happy that karma is finally getting to those con artist who think they can get away with anything

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: that recent lierra picture is photoshoped lmao. if you look at Sierra's hand you can see color coming off from it and her arm looks hella weird.her forehead looks hella weird and look couldn't have taken the picture because I doubt that he could stretch his arm that far and make a perfect picture. also we haven't even seen Sierra's face so I still don't believe they're together

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: The Lemon pic was like a punch in the face (even though Petunia and Luke are looking cute there). But I've been asking myself lately if Luke has seen the whole drama going around on Twitter or just the posts Messy wanted him to know so the ones who make her look like the victim (and not the ones where she insulted Ashton or she made it clear that she stalked his fans). Cause Luke said he hasn't been online lately.

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I mean we dont know how much of the story he truly is aware of and how much s changed to fit her narrative and get L to feel bad for her. Plus he was under pressure from management to do damage control and not standing up for his gf is a very bad look for outsiders who dont understand why she's at fault. It was a pretty neutral statement and he was obviously told to make the post so I dont blame him and just blame her more for putting him in the situation in the 1st place

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I wonder how much toxicity happens behind the scenes, we know S is very manipulative and L is very much a people pleaser so.. and with how much they have to sell their "love" and "happiness" in the relationship. Minipulation is a powerful thing and it could explain why hes out of touch with reality, especially lately since he's isolated with her and doesnt have the voices of the band to raise any concerns and he's been getting skinny again and seems very "meh" rather than happy, idk

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I feel so disconnected with this fandom rn. I feel like no one is streaming CALM and that makes me sad bc it's such an amazing album. The boys aren't even online anymore, everyone is mad at each other and now Luke comes up with this shit... tbh I wish I would wake up tomorrow and see him tweeting something like yeah I'm sorry about my ig story I still love y'all lmao

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: Wait wait wait wait ive been gone from the fandom for a little while now and what the fuck is going on with Luke and S? What did S do that she made a fake ass apology for?? I’m so lost please help me! 😂

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I'm seeing a lot of my mutuals unstanning and I'm just so mad bc Sierra started this drama and got Luke into it and I'm sad that people are leaving bc of this, it's just too much toxicity and it shouldn't affect the band and their connection with the fans but with Luke saying this he makes it seem like he supports the ugly things she does

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I am a Luke stan and I've always loved him bc he has inspired me so much through the years but when he does this things it's like...damn. I feel like he's invalidating the fans' feelings by being like "if you don't like my girlfriend, ur fake" like he has never noticed me on Twitter or anything but my biggest fear is to be blocked by him or just ignored bc I don't like her (although I never expressed it publicly) n yeah anyways :// It feels weird

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: Going back and re-reading the DM’s messy literally confirms that she accesses Luke’s account by saying “we couldn’t get in” or some shit like that

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I hate being a luke stan, sometimes it just seems like he doesn't care? he always puts these toxic gfs before the ones who adore him and pay his bills. might just move into Cashton's lane. unproblematic kings.

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: He literally posted a picture of him cuddling her and petunia within the hour

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: The saddest part of this situation is it’s like a repeat of Arzaylea. Luke has no idea what a respectful, mature relationship is. We saw it with Arz and were seeing it again it’s just a little bit different. He stays being controlled and manipulated by toxic partners. I really think homeboy needs to be single for a WHILE and focus on himself. He needs to unlearn the things his past and current relationships have taught him about love because if I know anything, it’s that this ain’t real love.

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: Is it bad that I just want the larzaylea drama back?? Like everyone could at least agree on their feelings then...

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: Just checked messy’s insta and of course, everyone that still supports her filled her tagged with just the single picture

Anonymous said to 5sosbitchfest: I feel like the reason Sierra is getting away with what she’s done is because she isn’t that known. Like yeah she’s associated with 5sos, but they’re also like not that big which is probably why it’s getting swept under the rug. I’ve only seen the 5SOS fandom calling her out for her actions. If this had happened with a well known celebrity, they probably would’ve been dragged and been trending on Twitter. I might be wrong but I feel like this is what’s happening which is just unfair.

#kirby #luke #lemon #messy #messygate #messy's twitter drama

[savage-rhi]

​❛ merry crisis ! ❜ higgs & die-hardman lol

Hope you like this one hon lmao :D!

It seemed today there was one crisis after the next when it came work-life at the UCA, so much to the point where Diehardman had received hundreds of emails detailing the circumstances. He let out a deep sigh as he sat in his chair, combing through a couple colorful subject lines and skimmed through the first five or so. 

Someone replaced all the toilet paper with duct tape in the upper division of the colony. IDK what the hell to do! --TK

It appears that all the photos, paintings, and classic art that had been saved before the Death Stranding have been vandalized with cut out pictures of Deadman’s face making weird gestures. An intern passed out discovering one such face pasted to the inside of the toilet seat lid when she went to the bathroom. She hasn’t woken up in twenty minutes. A concussion is immenent.--GC

All the computer lab equipment in the central area of the UCA has been wrapped up in aluminum foil. Please send extra staff to clean up. It’s gonna be a long day trying to make our tools look less like baked potatoes...-KW

Someone painted the conference room with black chalkboard paint and proceeded to write a mad lib all over it. It was actually quite poetic until staff at environmental development read, “I enjoy long, evil walks on the beach, getting assaulted in the rain and serendipitous encounters with walruses. I really like Pina Coladas mixed with pee, and romantic, candle-lit Frenchmen. I am well-read from Dr. Seuss to Vlad the Impaler. I travel frequently, especially to Hell, when I am not busy with work. (I am a bomber.) I am looking for spite and beauty in the form of a Hell Demon goddess. She should have the physique of Sam Bridges and the bombers of chick. I would prefer if she knew how to cook, clean, and wash my kibbles and bits. We cannot flog the milk. I know I'm not very attractive in my picture, but it was taken 9,001 days ago, and I have since become more insane.” This was only a fraction of what was on one side of the four walls. God help us.--NB

Some porters tried to take a vehicle, and when they backed out and hit the gas a giant condom inflated from the exhaust pipe and when it blew up the noise was so loud that everyone thought a bomb had gone off in the terminal and we had to go into lockdown. Most staff didn’t find it amusing but some of the guys are trying to repair the giant condom “for science”--DMQ

Whoever took everything in the main offices (computers, pencils, chairs etc.) and somehow stuck them upside down on the ceiling haha we are amused and wondering how the fuck you pulled it off.--FR

Someone highjacked our TVs in the mess hall. A woman saying Mario and Princess Beach followed by airhorns and porters doing the can-can with BT whales has been playing for five hours straight. I want to die :)--LN

Diehardman had to stop himself from reading anymore. It was too chaotic. Sighing he rubbed his forehead, contemplating on staff who could have wrecked this much havoc in such a short amount of time. He decided to take a moment to eat something. Opening up a boxed pizza lunch Diehardman nearly feel out of his seat as glitter and confetti launched itself out of the compartment, hitting him right in the face as he grimaced and yelled feeling the small bits of plastic collide against his eyes. 

Diehardman spent around ten minutes smacking himself blind, until finally blinking enough and wiping away at his face that he saw the note at the bottom of lunch box reading the following:

Merry Crisis! 

Your humble ex-terrorist pal, HM

PS. Eat shit 😎

#higgs monaghan #higgs #higgs thirst tag #higgs hoes #diehardman #ds higgs #ds diehardman #death stranding higgs #death stranding diehardman #death stranding #death stranding fandom #diehardman x higgs #higgs x diehardman #funny #pranks #higgs would do shit like this #i feel it #writing #drabble #oneshot #request #prompt #practice #thank you hon #please enjoy! #Anonymous

[heyyyharry]

Chapter 3: Handcuffs

(from the Flatmate Trilogy: Two Hearts, One Home)

...in which Niall can only think of one way to solve his best friends’ conflict.

Warning: overusing of the word ‘fuck’, and mentioning of kinky sexual activities lmao.

Word count: 6k

Chapter 2: Boss - Y/N deals with more problems at work, and Harry makes a life changing decision.

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"Janet, can you email me the event timeline? Linh, raise the target to five hundred for me, you can do better than that. Jay, that email—"

"Mrs. Styles, coffee for you."

Y/N looked at the new intern who smiled at her and offered the coffee cup with both hands. Her name was written on it, so it couldn't be a mistake. But she would've remembered ordering black coffee, for it was one thing she could never swallow down half of her throat.

"From Mr. Coleman."

Of course it is. Y/N thought. She thanked the intern for the drink then brought it straight to Jack's office. If he wanted to keep them both alive in the same company, he needed to stop with these overfriendly gestures.

"You know I hate black coffee."

Jack looked up when she placed the cup down on his desk. The way she stood with a grimace and her arms crossed put a smile upon his face. He pointed the pen he was holding to the cup, not taking his eyes off her. "You might need that if you're gonna pull an all-nighter again."

Y/N's eyes went wide at that answer. "How do you—"

"Let's see, I sent you a text at 2AM, asking you to edit the MC script for me, which would take around an hour or two. Then I received that script via email at around 3:45. So my guess is that you either woke up at two in the morning or you didn't sleep at all." He paused to breathe before continuing. "But you once mentioned that quote from How I Met Your Mother in a meeting, though literally nobody asked, and I almost kicked you out for interrupting me." Y/N scoffed when Jack scrunched up his nose to tease her as he went on, "the quote says, 'when 2AM rolls around, just go home and go to sleep.' That means..."

Now he pointed the pen at her, and she did what he wanted her to do. "I pulled an all-nighter." Complete his sentence.

"See?" He chuckled, slightly tapping the pen on his forehead which made her laugh again.

"Wow, you're a detective now huh? Maybe you should quit this job and go solve some criminal cases."

"I just promoted you last week and now you already wanna get rid of me?"

Y/N shook his head, trying to hold back another smile, even though she knew she couldn't.

"Thanks for the coffee by the way," she told him, lifting her cup and reached for the door handle. "I hope this will be the last time you buy me anything without my consent."

"Wait, Y/N!" Jack spoke up right before she could leave. So she turned back to him, both eyebrows raised. "Congratulations on your husband's new company."

That wasn't something she'd expected to hear.

"My husband's what now?" Her eyes expanded even more as her mouth fell opened. Definitely not the reaction Jack was hoping for, because he seemed a bit taken aback.

"Styles Corporation?"

"Which belongs to his dad and in San Francisco."

"Shit," Jack cursed under his breath which clearly didn't sound like a good thing. Never had Y/N doubted her husband until this point. She marched towards Jack, forgetting he was her boss as she slammed both hands on the desk top, eyes narrowed at him.

"What do you know that I don't, Jack?"

Jack swallowed hard. He leaned back a bit to keep a distance between them two. He didn't want to be the first person she heard this from, but this wasn't the right time to wonder why Harry hadn't.

"Devlin Styles was gonna sell the company to my family...But then Harry changed his mind, and wanted to keep it."

"But he didn't want to move to San Francisco. I kept telling him—"

"Y-Yeah. That's why he's relocating the company to London."

Y/N's jaw dropped as soon as she heard those words. It almost felt like an ice bucket splashed into her face. She was hearing this big news from her boss, and not her husband, the closest person to her. And now she was furious.

This was actually the first day since Y/N started working here that she left the office early. On the taxi ride home, she'd already come up with twenty different ways to kill her husband. What was he thinking? Keeping something like this from her?

Always be honest to each other my ass.

"Congratulations Mrs. CEO!"

"Fuck!" Y/N shouted out, causing Nam to jump in shock. A lady standing nearby quickly covered her child's ear then urged him into the lift. Y/N just ignored that look she was given and turned back to the doorman. "Did he tell you too?"

"Harry? No, Layla did." Nam flashed her a smile.

Okay, so Layla knows which means Niall also knows. He'd rather tell those two before me. How lucky am I?

"Are you okay?" Nam asked as he picked up the yellow cat at his feet and put him on the counter. Y/N recognized the creature immediately, he was Mason and Stephanie's pet. Great, now she had to share a catsitter with those obnoxious people. But wasn't Treasure supposed to be here as well? Y/N remembered leaving her with Nam this morning. Hurriedly, she looked around, searching for her white fur ball which Nam noticed, so he spoke, "Layla took her already. She and Niall are hanging out with Harry in your flat. But seriously girl, are you okay?"

Y/N rested her arm against the counter as she heaved a sigh. But right before she could open her mouth and vent about what had happened, Stephanie walked in. The evil blonde had this enormous grin on her face when she saw Y/N. Either Stephanie forgot to take her medicine, or this was only a trap.

"Hey, neighbor! I heard about Styles Co.!"

"Of course you did!" Y/N scoffed sarcastically. "Everyone did. Why hasn't this been on the news?"

"It has," Stephanie answered to the other girl's surprise. She thought Y/N might not believe her so she pulled out her phone to open the article. "Many business newspapers are already talking about this. See?"

Y/N pressed her lips together as she threw her arms in the air. She had absolutely nothing to say about this situation. Now that she knew the whole world had heard about this except for her, it felt like a slap in the face.

"Bye, Nam. Gotta go."

"Wait!" Stephanie seized Y/N's arm right when she turned to the lift. With an artificial grin, the blonde told her, "Let's forget all the misunderstandings we had in the past. We're neighbors after all. Maybe Tiger and Treasure can have a playdate this weekend!"

Y/N was already fed up with Harry, she didn't have time to deal with Stephanie's pretentious kindness. She shrugged her neighbor's hand off her arm and straight off denied the offer. "I don't think that's gonna happen, Steph. Treasure may like Tiger, but I don't like Tiger's owners. Sorry."

When Y/N marched towards the lift and heard Nam chuckle, she could imagine how humiliated Stephanie looked. That made her feel much better about having to deal with Harry later. Now she could only hope her husband had a good explanation for this.

"Harry Edward Styles!" She shouted from the moment she stepped into the hallway. Harry and their two friends probably heard it too. Because once the door flew opened, they were already staring at her in fear. Harry's face went pale as he caught her dead glare.

"You relocated a whole fucking enterprise, and became the CEO but your wife was the last to know?!"

"I was gonna tell you tonight," Harry confessed as he sat up straight. But Y/N's expression hadn't softened, not even a little bit.

Sitting right beside him, Niall retreated into his own arms and Layla pulled Treasure to her lap, slowly sinking into the couch. Neither one of them expected to be dragged into this mess. But unfortunately, Y/N didn't spare a single living soul.

"I give you one chance to be honest with me," she said, pointing to the other couple. "When did Harry tell you about this?"

"Harry didn't—"

"Right after you told us about your promotion," Layla spoke fast, and received looks of shock from both her fiancé and his best friend. "What? You idiots know I'm always gonna pick her."

"I'm proud of you," Y/N mumbled to her best friend and turned right back to Harry. "Well?"

He sucked in a deep breath before rising up from the couch, walking straight towards his wife. She turned away, taking a step back when he attempted to hold her. He couldn't charm his way out of this, not again.

"I'm sorry, baby. I never wanted you to find out from those online articles."

"No, I didn't," she said, raising both hands so he would back off. "Jack told me. I found out from my freaking boss, Harry!"

Y/N didn't expect this reaction from her husband who took a step back immediately. The look of regret he'd had earlier had been replaced by a grimace. With both hands on his hips, he said, "so that's why you're so upset."

"Of course that's why! I heard it from my boss when I could've heard it from you!" She cried out, but he shook his head no as if to deny her words.

"I don't think it's the only reason," he said. His voice was dangerously low. "You wouldn't have reacted this way if you'd heard it from Niall and Layla. But because it's Jack—"

"Are you kidding me?! What are you implying?"

"You were the one who told me to take over Styles Co. and now you're mad because I agreed to go for it," he raised his voice a bit louder now. That was how she knew he was just as pissed off about this. It was ridiculous. He had no right to be angry after hiding something like this from her. "Did he say something to you? Ask you to make me change my mind? I know his family is upset about the deal."

"No, Jack's not the problem here. You are." Y/N scoffed. She could faintly hear Layla say "oh no she didn't" in the background, still she ignored that and went on. "We're married. You cannot make such a big decision without me."

"So you don't want me to accept the offer then?"

"Don't twist my words." She stabbed a finger at him. "I would've dropped my job to go with you to San Francisco, but you didn't trust me enough to talk to me about it first!"

"We're not going to San Francisco anymore!" Harry clenched his hands into fists as he squeezed the air out of frustration. "I did this all for you, and I already apologized. Why are you so mad about it?"

"Because you apologize while pointing the gun at me, Harry. You're raising your voice at me too. That's not fucking sorry!"

Y/N rarely cursed. Whenever she did and couldn't stop, she must be mad as hell. Niall and Layla had now turned invisible in their eyes as they were too caught up in their argument. Neither one paid attention to Niall, who was now standing right next to them.

"Can't you see you're making a big deal out of nothing? You get to keep your job. We're getting a company of our own. I'm doing us both a favor here."

"That's not what this is about."

"Then what is it about? Jack?"

"Don't bring Jack into this! He has nothing to do with—"

Click!

The couple froze in an instant when they heard that familiar sound. They turned to look at Niall and followed where his eyes were hinting at to find the biggest shock of the day. Their wrists were now linked together with...a pair of handcuffs.

"What the fuck, Niall?!" Harry cried out, attempting to grab his best friend. But Niall was quick to run across the room and Harry nearly fell head over heels when Y/N pulled him right back.

"Work things out and I'll let you go," Niall said with a big smile on his face. Meanwhile, on the couch, Layla was trying her best to contain her laughter.

"Where the fuck did you even get these handcuffs?!" Harry's reaction made Niall laugh.

"Treasure found them in your drawer."

"Good girl," Layla told the cat while stroking her head. The innocent little creature didn't understand what was going on between her parents. So she purred happily and seemed so proud of herself.

"I have dinner with the Colemans and my dad tonight!" Harry freaked out, gripping his own hair. Ironically, he was the one who had come up with this idea to have dinner with Jack's family. He thought it'd be a nice way apology for the broken deal. They hadn't signed any contract or violated any terms, but this was for the best if they were gonna do business together in the future. It was probably too late to call it off now.

While Harry was worried as hell, Y/N tossed her head back and burst out laughing. Apparently, Jack had forgot to tell her that as well.

"Why am I not surprised that I'm not invited?" She said sarcastically, making Harry scoff.

"I had to kiss my father's ass for you. Don't try to be smart here."

When he snarled at her, a part of him could see it wasn't the right thing to do. She wasn't the entire reason he was mad. It was everything. He'd been living under stress in the past week, trying to convince Devlin to relocate the firm. He didn't receive any help so he had to take care of the paperworks and figure out everything on his own. The least thing she could do for him was try to understand why he'd done it and kept it from her. But instead, she turned on him too.

And then came the thing with Jack.

Harry always knew she had a soft spot for Jack. And he only turned a blind eye to it because they were married now. But when she said Jack told her about Styles Co., the situation came to a head. She was supposed to be on his team. He made one mistake and she chose to blame him instead of work on this with him. So yes, Harry was mad, really mad.

"Where do you keep the key?" He turned to ask his wife, who seemed rather startled as she shook her head fast.

"What makes you think I have the key?"

"The last time we—" Harry stopped in the middle of his sentence as Layla and Niall both raised their eyebrows at him. Awkwardly, he cleared his throat and turned back to Y/N, his face screwed up in concern. "So...you don't know where it is?"

"Jesus Christ," Y/N muttered under her breath. At this point, she was so done with freaking out. The last time they got stuck in a pair of handcuffs together, she actually went insane and expected only the worst. But now after five years living together, she wasn't even surprised that they would end up in this situation again, non-voluntarily.

"Wait, you guys don't know where the key is?"

"What the fuck, Niall? Is this a game to you?!" Harry raised his voice.

Layla was trying not to laugh as she didn't want to add fuel to the flames. Niall, however, puckered up his lips, his face darkened in guilt. He really should've considered this outcome the moment he came up with the idea.

"This went south a bit faster than I expected," Y/N mumbled to herself, rolling her eyes. "I guess I'm coming with you to that dinner."

"No, you aren't."

"Seriously, H? Now isn't the time to—"

"I don't want my dad to say mean things to you, alright?"

That statement left Y/N speechless. She licked her upper lip as her facial expression softened, like the look in his eyes when he stared at her. That was the moment she knew her Harry had returned. Who was she kidding though? He'd always been her Harry. He might've got mad and said something he didn't mean, but she hadn't been right either.

"I don't care. This is the least I can do for you." She pressed her lips into a smile then reached out to intertwine their fingers. They temporarily forgot about the big issue right under their noses, until Niall broke the silence with a loud 'aww'.

"But look on the bright side," he said. "If I had the key, I would release you guys already."

"Shut up, Niall!" The couple screamed at the same time, causing their friend to quickly run and hide in the kitchen. They would've killed him already, but they needed to get out of these handcuffs first.

"How much time do we have until the dinner with your dad?" Y/N asked her husband, staring at the clock on the wall.

"Uhm...half an hour, maybe less."

"Okay. We've got half an hour or less to look for the key."

"What if we still can't find it?" Niall questioned, poking his head through the kitchen door. The nervous couple looked at the metal cuffs linking their wrists together. They didn't want to say it, so Layla had to.

"Then Mr. Harry CEO Styles has to see his dad and the Colemans in his ugly band tee."

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Accidents happened all the time, and that was always a great excuse for something that didn't go as planned. However, showing up at a five-star restaurant in an old t-shirt while being handcuffed to your wife, just wasn't the case. Who would believe something like that could be 'an accident'?

"But it is!"

"Really, Harry? Really?" Devlin huffed as he glanced from left to right. He wanted to make sure nobody paid attention to his son's appearance. "You expect me to believe you rolled out of bed and fell into these handcuffs with your wife?"

"No, but—"

"Please sit down. If you cannot show up looking like a CEO, at least act like one."

Harry and Y/N shared a look when Devlin stormed back to his chair. Without another word, they joined the man at the table. Y/N noticed Harry's frown and leaned in to whisper to him, "at least he called me your wife, so yay?"

Her little grin left one on his face as well. Somehow she always managed to make the best of a terrible situation, but Harry knew this relief wasn't gonna last. He nodded slightly, yet said nothing as the waiter arrived with their menus. Neither one of them was hungry anyway, so they just let Devlin order whatever he wanted for them both. The waiter noted it all down, then shot Harry a judging stare before walking off.

"Even that waiter could tell what a mess you are."

Normally when Devlin said something like that Harry would apologize and ignore. But this was a different time now. He was trapped in a handcuff, as if it wasn't bad enough. He didn't have any energy left to act as his dad pleased.

"How can I take off this shirt with these handcuffs in the way?" He scoffed, resting his chin on his knuckles. "I'd prefer a better suggestion than having my own hand cut off. Thank you very much."

Devlin was taken aback by that response. It was actually the first time Harry had talked to him like that. And of course, he wasn't tolerant of such disrespectful attitude from his own son.

"You shouldn't have got yourself handcuffed in the first place!" He lashed out. "You're almost twenty five and you're about to lead a company. But here you are, looking like a college student with a rock band living in his mother's garage!"

"Please shut up."

This time, Devlin's eyes almost popped right out of his head. Y/N also turned to her husband with a wide-eyed look. She never would've expected him to say something like that. The Harry who had lived his entire life looking up to his father wasn't there anymore.

"For once." He lifted a finger, eyebrows creased as he looked straight into the man's eyes. "For fucking once, I just want you to be a normal dad."

That one sentence put Devlin to silence. He sat there in disbelief, mouth slightly opened. Still Harry neglected his father's expression as he carried on. "When we stepped in here in this situation, you didn't even ask how it happened. All you cared about was that I was here to embarrass you, and you couldn't stop talking down on me for it. To prove your fucking point. But guess what? I'm in charge of Styles Co. now. So if you cannot respect me as your son, you're gonna have to respect me as the CEO of your firm."

It wasn't until Harry had finished his last sentence that he realized what he'd just said. He was paralyzed, but so was Devlin. Judging from the look on his old man's face, Harry assumed whatever he'd blurted out must have worked. Y/N flashed him an encouraging smile, and now he felt more powerful than ever.

Five minutes later, Jack showed up. Both Harry and Y/N were relieved to find out he'd come alone. Apparently, Jack's father was in New York for an urgent meeting, and couldn't make it back tonight. If he'd come, he would've had a heart attack to see the future CEO of Styles Co. dressed like this to a fancy dinner. Not to mention the handcuffs. But thank God it was only Jack. This man had already been to their wedding. Nothing could shock him more.

"I've got the same Gun And Roses shirt at home. Yours looks great." He chuckled, pointing to Harry's black t-shirt. Devlin's reaction to that compliment was just priceless.

"I got it from a thrift store. Pretty sick, right?" Harry chuckled as Jack sat himself down. Now that he was here, the atmosphere had really lightened up. They (except for Devlin) shared a good laugh when Harry and Y/N explained the handcuffs. The couple made sure to leave out the reasons for their fight, not wanting Jack to feel like it was his fault.

Once the food had been served, they topic was switched to business. Y/N couldn't be more surprised by how her husband took charge of the conversation like a pro. He was usually a man of few words around Jack — someone he'd always considered his competition. Seeing him like this, so confidence, so sure of himself and what he wanted for his company, Y/N was over the moon. All she did for the rest of that evening, was sit there with her chin on her knuckles, and admire her husband with massive heart eyes.

As for Devlin, Harry's previous words kept replaying in his head. After sitting quietly throughout Jack and Harry's discussion, it occurred to him that he'd really underestimated his own son. He always knew Harry was smart, which was why he wanted to pass on the company to his boy. But what he seemed to forget was, Harry wasn't a boy anymore. He was a man. And now a boss. Maybe it was time for Devlin to take a step back and accept that his empire was in good hands. And maybe, it was also time he finally learnt how to be 'a normal dad'.

"Harry," he spoke after Jack had already left. Now they were standing right outside the restaurant, and it was raining a little bit. Harry and Y/N didn't have an umbrella so they had to cover themselves with Harry's jacket. They seemed to get quite impatient when Devlin began to stutter.

"Uhm, can you hurry up?" Harry áked, glancing skyward. "We kind of need to walk home."

"Well...I...uh..." The older man struggled to find the right words to phrase his thoughts. He was fidgeting with his car keys and Harry noticed right away. It was something he took after his father. The Styles men could never hide their true feelings, and they both found it hard to communicate how they felt. Harry had improved so much thanks to Y/N, but for someone like Devlin. He needed more time.

Without a warning, Harry wrapped his free arm around Devlin's shoulders, pulling the man into a hug.

"It's okay, dad," he said. "I forgive you."

Devlin was as stiff as a pole, but Harry refused to let go. So eventually, the older Styles had to adjust to the unfamiliar affection and lift an arm to pat Harry on the back.

"Hope to see you at work sometimes." Harry smiled as he pulled away and took his wife's hand. Y/N said nothing more than a goodbye to Devlin, but all it took was her soft beam to melt his almost stone cold heart. As Devlin watched the happy couple walk away, hand in hand, his chapped lips curved into a subtle grin. He couldn't deny it anymore. What he'd seen, had got to be true love.

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"What you did back there was so hot!"

"Yeah?" Harry's face lit up at his wife's compliment. They kept on walking with his jacket above their heads to cover themselves from the rain. He leaned in to kiss her cheek. One simple peck was enough to keep them both warm in this awful weather. "And what did I do exactly?" He asked with a cheeky grin.

"You showed up looking like a mess, but when you started speaking, you were a boss," she told him, resting her head on his shoulder. "You also put your dad in his place. God, you were so hot."

"When we've finished with the relocation process, you're gonna see boss Harry everyday, baby."

"I can't believe you just called yourself that."

"That's so hot, right?" He mocked her voice, making her dissolve into laughter while clinging onto him.

The rain was heavier now, but the couple were too full of joy to even care about their hair gradually getting soaked. They had grown used to the feeling of the cuffs and almost forgot they were there, until Harry moved his constraint hand to hug her waist, accidentally bending her wrist.

"Ouch!"

"Sorry, love! You okay?"

"I'm fine." She hissed, glancing down at their little problem. "Ugh, I cannot wait to get out of these. Do you think Niall and Layla already found the key?"

"Yeah. It has to be in our bedroom somewhere. I mean, the last time we—"

"Stop!" She quickly covered his mouth as both of them started to giggle. He removed her hand quickly and raised an eyebrow. It was funny how fast her face turned red though they were the only two people there.

"I was gonna say the last time we got stuck in these handcuffs five years ago. What were you thinking about?"

"No, you weren't, liar!" She glared at him, smiling for she knew he knew exactly what he was talking about. "But yeah, that was a fun experience."

"Ha!"

"I was talking about five years ago!" She scoffed, smacking him on the arm.

"Jokes aside, I agree. That was one of the happiest days of my life," Harry broke the silence which only lasted for a few seconds. Y/N turned to him, eyes sparked with joy as she asked him if he was serious. She'd always thought he used to hate her then.

Nodding fast, Harry said, "believe it or not, I had like the biggest crush on you and I didn't know how to ask you out...without actually asking you out."

"So you intentionally handcuffed yourself to me?" Y/N dropped her jaw, pointing a finger to her face. She looked so freaked out that it was impossible for him not to laugh.

"No! That was an accident, I swear!" Harry guffawed. "But I've never regretted it. I'm gonna tell our kids I married their mother because I handcuffed her to myself."

"Honey, only one of us is allowed to be the bad parent. Don't compete with me," Y/N joked, laughing along with him.

As they kept on walking, the rain kept falling harder. At this point, Harry's jacket had become useless, but they were too carefree to mind water dripping down from their head to toes.

"Wanna hear the truth?" she asked, holding on to his arm by her side. Harry didn't even know what that truth was about, yet he nodded so fast his head might just fall off. Y/N flashed him a grin and went on, "you thought you needed the handcuff to spend time with me, but all you needed to do was ask."

"Really?"

"Yup. I also had a huge crush on you." She covered her face shyly, making his heart flutter and his mouth spread into the brightest beam.

"I was such an idiot," he said.

"I agree." Her response made both of them chuckle. Quickly, she added, "my point is that, our marriage is not different from these handcuffs."

"Wow, it's that bad for you?"

"I'm trying to be serious here." She snorted and he quickly apologized and told her to continue. "Where was I? Oh right, marriage and handcuffs. So, our marriage is also like these handcuffs, right?"

"Right." He nodded, pressing his lips together to hold back another joke, otherwise she'd kill him.

"Even though we're trapped together and cannot easily escape, it doesn't mean without this link I will walk away from you. Even if we weren't husband and wife, I'd still be there for you through it all. We're in this together, and no matter how bad the situation is, we're gonna work through it. Together." She raised both eyebrows at him. At this point, he finally saw where she was hinting at.

"I'm sorry, love," he told her with a guilty smile. "I thought if I'd told you the truth you'd leave your job for me. So I decided to persuade my dad to let me relocate the company. I was gonna tell you when everything was done, but...you heard it first from someone else. And...I'm really sorry."

"It's alright." She nodded slowly. "But never again, kay? From now on we make all decisions together."

"Definitely." Harry was so happy that they'd got everything figured out. But he was wrong to think she would let him off the hook that easily. It only took her a five second pause to bring up what he hope she'd forgot.

"Why were you so angry about me hearing it from Jack?" She arched a brow, sticking up her nose.

"B-Because his family wanted the company and—"

"Cut the crap, I know when you're lying," she said, pressing a finger to his cheek. "When you lie you bat your eyelashes a lot."

Harry didn't even notice until Y/N pointed it out. Now he wondered how long she'd kept that from him. Last week, he told her he'd already given Treasure a bath, did she know it was a lie too? Did she let him get away with it? Jesus, how many times have I been played? I didn't lie that much, did I?

"Harry!" Y/N snapped her fingers in front of his face to pull him back to Earth. Harry blew up his cheeks, now that it'd come to this, he had no choice but to tell her what he hated to admit to even himself.

"I don't know...I always feel like...like Jack is a better version of me..."

"What? That's silly, H!"

"It's just..." Harry groaned, tossing his head back. "He's older and more successful...and...ugh...you seem to like him a lot."

"I—"

He quickly pointed a finger to her nose, squinting his eyes right at her. "Don't lie and say there's not at least one second that you actually had feelings for him."

Y/N stayed silent, taking Harry's hand and pulling it away from her face. All of a sudden, Harry wished he'd never said anything at all. The last thing he wanted to hear was—

"You're right."

No, no, no...

"There might've been a few moments that I felt something there," she said, watching anxiety clouded his features. He thought his heart might break. But then she stopped walking and pulled him closer. The rain had lessened and was coming to a stop, so they didn't mind anymore. "You know why?"

He pouted, trying not to look at her as he mumbled, "because he's so—"

"He's so much like you, that's why." That answer had got Harry's full attention. His eyebrows snapped together and his mouth fell opened. Now he was just gawking her. "At first I was scared because I thought I was catching feelings for someone else, but when I found out the reason, I was actually happy. I realize I'm always gonna see a bit of you everywhere I go. That's how much I love you. And even though you and Jack have so much in common, he's still Jack. He's not my Harry. He'll never be my Harry."

Y/N watched the grin grow on Harry's lips as she ran her fingers through his wet locks, pulling his face down to kiss him slowly. The wind was cold against their skin but the fire within already kept them warm.

"You're right, we do have a lot in common," he spoke once they pulled away. "I mean, he did compliment my t-shirt."

Y/N couldn't help but cackle at how fast his mood had changed. "Wow, should I be worried you're growing too fond of my boss?"

"If you're not worried about me cheating on you with Niall, then you shouldn't be worried about anyone else." It came out as a joke, but Y/N was the only one laughing. The smile dimmed on Harry's face the second his best friend's name left his lips. Immediately, he took Y/N's hand and dragged her along, giving her no time to question for she must hurry up to catch up with him.

Harry had only two things on his mind now. First, they’d get out of these handcuffs. Then, he’d kill Niall.

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"All credit goes to Treasure. She found the key under your bed, you kinky sluts," said Layla who unlocked the handcuffs and tossed them onto the couch. With two hands on her hips, she gave them both a smile and asked how the dinner went.

"It was great!" Y/N said even though she was standing in the middle of her living room, dripping with rainwater. "Jack's father couldn't come so only Ja—"

"Niall, you have five seconds."

The girls turned to Harry as they were both confused by his words. Niall, on the other hand, knew exactly what his best friend meant. He quickly hid behind Layla, trying his best to come up with a good argument to defend himself.

"Think about it! If I hadn't done this you two would—"

"Four...three..."

"Are you serious?"

"Two."

"What the fuck happened to one?!"

Niall screamed and ran as fast as he could while Harry chased him around the flat. Both of them nearly tripped over a table before they made it through the door. From here, Layla and Y/N could hear Niall screaming in the hallway, and also Mason shouting at them "do you know what time it is, you fucking psychos?!"

"Aren't you gonna do something?" Y/N asked her best friend who looked even calmer than she was.

"Nope." Layla popped the 'p' sound in an amusing way. "Niall's been with me long enough. He'll survive." Then she turned to Y/N, her nose wrinkled as she finally realized something. "Shit. I can't believe your manchild is gonna run his own company."

Y/N could've sworn her jaw hurt from smiling that big.

"Yup." She nodded proudly. "That's my manchild."

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