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rizsu · 1 year

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mansae, mansae, mansae sunarin, kenma, bokuto, kageyama.

sum. ib ( inspired by ) mansae from seventeen (kpop) !!

suna rintarō

inarizaki student suna — he thinks he's cool & slick when talking to you but he gets a little fidgety because of his overwhelming feelings for you

comes up to you in class like "yo" but it's not just any yo, it's a "yo please let me be your boyfriend i love you" but he's not going to say all that.

you guys are deskmates so he sneakily reaches out to hold one of your fingers saying "damn, it's cold today!"

suggests café study sessions when there's no practice (this is an excuse to be with you)

professional volleyballer suna — oh he's still awkward but a little bolder. we all know suna's the cameraman for ANYTHING so yes, he does use you as his personal photo dump.

definitely has your chats pinned. his screentime is high but when you're available to talk? that goes up to HOURS.

when he confessed to you, it was really sceneric. like you know all those fancy restaurants, 5 star hotel weekends, cute little dates to some garden— i mean he has money so why not spend it??

after any match, he comes over > throws himself face down on your bed > begs for you to massage his back > sleep.

kenma kozume

nekoma student kenma — you are his personal room. leaves everything in your care if he has practice or won't be able to use his switch at all.

kenma the typa man to take years before he confesses. he has plans he cannot afford to mess up. meticulously planned plans.

when his class is over he immediately makes his way over to your class and waits until you're out.

conversations usually go like:

"hey, let's go to the gym" > "what about lunch??" > "we can send lev for lunch i dunno."

he LIVES for the way he can just not talk and yet you two would be in a comfortable silence.

uni student & gamer kenma — drives to your house so you guys can go to university together.

if your courses are different — he waits for you at the caféteria and then you guys go wandering about waiting for the next course

if your courses are the same — sits next to you and you guys end up gossiping the entire class. "oh right did you hear about lev's interview?? it was.. something..!!" #1 lev hater (he loves lev)

invites you over for "just the weekend" but you end up staying the entire week.

kageyama tobio

karasuno student kageyama — awkward. very awkward. i know you guys saw the way he freezes up at anything that's not volleyball.

"uh- damn- hi- uhm, can you help me??" yeah you gotta help him or else he can't go to the practice with seijoh to settle his beef with oikawa.

really shy?? he literally cannot form a proper sentence without having hinata's help from the sidelines. sometimes he goes mind blank while staring at you.

does he answer anyone's messages? hardly. does he answer yours? immediately.

professional volleyballer kageyama — still awkward but not as much. isn't as bold as suna but he doesn't think before speaking and just lets it out. you can be wearing rags and he'd be like "wow you look so pretty.."

has this one pic of you furiously scooping out ice-cream while wearing some powerpuff girls pajamas as his lockscreen and wallpaper.

holds your hand like his life depends. he's asleep? holds your hand. scared bc of the horror movie? holds your hand. walking into the house? holds your hand.

a cutie honestly.

bokuto kotarō

fukurodani student bokuto — he does NOT care! will let you know he likes you and will court you until you give him an answer.

likes it when you massage his head after practice but you have to restyle it ++ tries to fit you in on any trips whenever they're going to practice with nekoma/karasuno/some other school

there was this one time he walked you home since he "lives nearby" but it was like?? 6pm so your mom made him stay over. she adores him.

lets you use his volleyball jacket(?) and loves it when he sees you down the hallway wearing it. whether it's tied around your waist or you're wearing it, he loves it.

professional volleyballer bokuto — made you his personal manager. talks A LOT about you when drunk,, to the point where sakusa had to tape his mouth shut.

"yeah so like y/n's so pretty i just wish—" "please shut up bokuto."

stole one of your perfumes bc he loves your scent and cannot live a day without your scent (exaggeration but you get me).

once bokuto messages you, there is no end. he WILL tell you every little detail about his day and honestly you love it :(

he can SING. whenever you guys are driving about it turns into a karaoke session.

#+ rizsu: haikyuu.#haikyuu x reader #suna x reader #kenma x reader #bokuto x reader #kageyama x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff

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prplocks · 3 months

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✧❁ wallpaper 〴 blair waldorf ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

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pppeachyyys · 1 year

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Hello! Can I request please headcanons about Nagi and Reo fall in love with the same girl (maybe their classmate oe manager their Hakuho football team)? TSM! Love your writing!

✩ hey anon! i decided to write these as a polyamorous relationship if that's okay with you ^^ hope you enjoy!!!

poly relationship with nagi and reo

✩ what's it like dating two soccer boys?

✩ i see this as a super fun relationship!! lots of cute memories are made and there's always laughter and smiles passing between the three of you :D

✩ reo is the first to make a move. him and nagi were already close, and he wasn't sure if it was right to like you and nagi at the same time.

✩ after confronting nagi about it, (while hiding his crush on him as well) turns out nagi feels the same! he then proceeds to say "well whatever is yours is mine, and whatever is mine is yours. let's just both find a way to get them to like us both."

✩ cue the start of this rabbit hole. both of them trying to pine after you while reos feelings only get stronger for the both of you, but on the other hand, nagi just started to realize maybe he wants to be more than friends with reo.

✩ dating both reo and nagi is super chaotic. reo is straightforward and direct with his energy, but nagi is a bit more quiet. surprisingly, nagi is just as unhinged lol.

✩ gaming together!!!! you guys are the best trio when it comes to gaming and it always results in you trolling, nagi just trying to play, and reo spending money for some skins.

✩ lots of at home movie nights and cuddling. you guys all have matching pajamas and gossip about drama together!!! also consists of lots of silly .5 photos.

✩ they love it when you come to their games. wearing one of their jerseys while also wearing a cap with the others number on it. they just love seeing you support what they do.

✩ constant insta posts / stories of each other. funny gc texts, where you guys went out, random moments with each other, it's just so cute dhabjqq

✩ the three of you guys match everything!!! wallpapers, bracelets, keychains, etc. reo loves buying stuff for you guys <3 and loves it even more when you both wear it.

✩ nagi is the touchiest out of the group. he's never not holding your hand or grabbing onto reo like a koala.

✩ reo enjoys spending time with you and likes when you give him words of affirmation. it makes him proud that he has such amazing s/o's :D

✩ waking up w them consists of nagi rolled off to the ground, reos arms against your waist, and your shirt half off from all the body heat.

✩ dating these two is a roller coaster in the best way possible lol

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assortedseaglass · 1 year

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The Seamstress & The Sailor - Chapter Twelve

[Masterlist]

Warnings: Language, World on Fire spoilers

Word Count: 3.4K

Notes: Just a little chapter as the next one is gonna be a hefty mamma.

May 1940

Bess woke up before her alarm and withdrew the blackouts from her windows. Had she her own way, the blackouts would never be up and each morning she’d rise with the sun. Laundry was strung between the windows of the old mills, and she could see Mrs Russo wrestling with some bedsheets. 7 o’clock. The warmth of spring had finally settled, and Bess took her morning cup of tea by the kitchen window, letting open the sash and welcoming the fresh air.

Despite the war, and her part in it, Bess’ life in Manchester was small and she welcomed it. She glanced around her little flat. The tiny kitchenette with its table at the centre, the adjoining bedroom and en suite; a toilet, sitting bath and sink. The metal frame of the small double bed was tied with silk scarves and she had used tape to put up pictures. Cut outs from magazines mostly, but a few photographs. The bedside table was adorned with a lamp she found in a skip, a few books from home, and Tom’s photograph. She’d read a feature in one of her fashion magazines about bohemian apartments in Paris and had attempted to decorate the old flat in its likeness. Bess thought on how many of those beautiful Parisian buildings may be just rubble now and suddenly felt thankful for her peeling wallpaper and cold floors.

While her bacon and eggs cooked on the hob, she reread Tom’s last letter. It had sat on the kitchen table for two weeks, awaiting a reply. Torn between delight and anger, Bess had no idea what to say.

“I could easily understand if you never wanted to talk to me again, but this? These horrible half-given accounts of your day with no substance? I want to know you, Bess”

She remembered how frustrated she got when all Tom sent was tales of shore leave and crass attempts at humour. Really, he deserved more from her. She may not have been his girl, but she was his friend.

“Queenie Warren doesn’t deserve your cruelty just because she likes the company of men”

Never did she think she’d be scolded by Tom. Not when he was so right. Queenie had faults, certainly. Many. She was an obnoxious, selfish gossip. But enjoying men was not one of them. If Bess had the daring and the patience, perhaps she would enjoy them as much as Queenie.

“Please believe me. She asked me about the battle at the dance and it really was just one letter”

Did she believe him? She thought of all the times they had laughed at Queenie, of how many times she had annoyed him. But Tom was all about his reputation. It wouldn’t be the first lie he’d told her, nor would she be the last secret he kept. He’d apologised, yes, but it wasn’t enough for the heartbreak left in his wake. Once upon a time he was her defender, and with supposedly one letter, he had undone Bess’ years of overcoming her insecurities and doubts.

“I loved seeing myself through your eyes”

She resolved to tell him more, and tell Douglas too; his son needed to know he was loved.

“And if anything happened to me out here, I thought it would be easier for you if no-one knew”

Had Bess ever really considered what would happen if he didn’t come home? A violent shiver rocked her body. In the months before the war, Tom Bennett had become her primary source of comfort and joy. Could she content herself to a life looking after an alcoholic father and making clothes for people who scarcely knew her name? A life without Tom?

“I miss you”

Bess kissed the place he had signed his name and tucked the letter into her purse. She would reply that night.

An hour later, Bess stepped through the main doors of Manchester Royal Infirmary with Helen and Joan, her fellow trainees from Carver Mills. Helen was a posh girl a year or two older than Bess. When women were conscripted for war work, she had come to the Infirmary. This was her first job. Joan was from Bolton and had a similar upbringing to Bess. Both were bright, kind women of the world. They enjoyed Bess’ quiet assuredness and never wanted more from her and, in turn, Bess wanted to give them everything. Together, they formed a found family.

Their morning was spent practicing their stitches. Watch one, do one, teach one, as the saying goes. Bess, naturally, was best. Her nimble fingers made quick and neat work of wounds, and she left early to attend to soldiers whose eyes had been damaged by gas. When Helen and Joan finished their lessons with the matron, they met Bess in the canteen.

“Stern by name, stern by nature,” Joan said as she slumped into the seat next to Bess.

“If I never see a needle again it’ll be too soon.” Helen added.

“You’re in the wrong professional, Hels.” Bess smiled over the lip of her cup, and the three settled into an amicable, if exhausted, silence. Helen, sat primly in her seat, broke the silence.

“When’s your next date with James?” Her voice was soft and inquisitive, and Bess couldn’t help but smile at her, even if she hated the question.

“Tomorrow evening, but it’s not a date-”

“She’s too hung up on sailor boy,” Joan cut in. Bess gave her a look that was returned by a coy smile. Late at night, when the girls were missing their families or tired from a day at the hospital, they piled onto Bess’ bed a chattered the night away. They knew everything about each other, from Helen’s troubled relationship with her distant mother to Joan’s scandalous time as a nightclub hostess, and the ongoing saga of Bess Vaughn and Tom Bennett.

“Date or not, he’s a good-looking distraction.” Helen winked and Joan laughed at her.

“And with that, ladies,” Bess stood from her seat. “I shall be off.”

“Hang on, we’ve got about a hundred beds to make this afternoon!” Joan was incredulous.

“Not me. I’m off to job number two.” Bess waved her friends goodbye and stepped into the bright afternoon. A bus ride later and she was walking that familiar gravel path to the grey mansion. It had been months since she had seen Robina Chase, but money was tight and so her mending and sewing had resumed. With fabric now rationed, her clientele were calling upon her services to alter garments from years passed, maintaining to their friends an air of stoicism, normalcy, “keep calm and carry on”.

Half expecting it to open as she approached, Bess made to knock the bolted wooden door when she heard a laugh from the garden. It pealed like bells, tinkling gaily over the hedgerow, and Bess realised that it belonged to a child. Following the sound, she passed a bike leant beneath a window and her curiosity grew. What bizarre gathering had Mrs Chase assembled here this afternoon? A conscientious objector, a seamstress-cum-nurse and…

A little boy. Bess entered the garden through a gap in the hedge and found Douglas Bennett engaged in a game of football with the child. The little boy kicked the ball and it rolled into the makeshift goal post.

“Right between my legs!” Douglas laughed, and Bess noted that it was the first time she had seen him smile, really smile, in years. The man turned to retrieve the ball and saw Bess smiling at him. “Hello, love. Robina said you were coming,” he was a little out of breath, his usually worn face had softened and life shone in his eyes. He looked ten years younger.

Bess indicated to the little boy. “Who’s this then?” she said with a smile. Douglas, ball in hand, put his hand on the boy’s shoulder.

“This is Jan. Harry brought him home from Poland.” The boy, Jan, smiled up at Douglas then looked to Bess. She held out her hand.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Jan. I’m Bess.”

He tentatively shook her hand. “Hello,” his voice was quiet but Bess sensed his timidity was due to the language and not, she thought, his natural character. Jan’s hair was shorn and his clothes looked a little threadbare. For a moment, she observed him. The brightness of his eyes dimmed a little and he looked away. Damn, I’ve made him uncomfortable.

“You’ll get used to Bess, Jan. She’s a quiet one, but kind.” Douglas winked at Bess softly and she blushed. Despite both of their insistence to the contrary, Douglas and Tom were awfully similar.

There was a seconds’ pause. Then, Bess grabbed the ball from Douglas’ arms and sprinted to the end of the garden. “Come on, Jan!” The little boy laughed and ran after her. Dropping the ball on the ground, she kicked it to the him and he shot past Douglas towards the goal. Just as Jan swung his leg to score, Douglas picked him up round the middle and Jan squealed with delight.

“Bess.” A cold, clipped voice cut over the merriment causing Douglas and Jan to still. Robina Chase was stood at the door to the lounge, indicating with her arm that Bess should come inside. Bess looked at Jan and rolled her eyes. The boy laughed and watched her disappear into the house.

“I see you’ve met Jan,” Robina said, a pinched, somewhat pained look on her face.

“Yes, sweet boy.” Bess replied as she began assembling her tailor’s stand.

“Harry brought him back from Poland. Left him for me to look after.” Bess reflected on how Douglas was outside playing with him while Robina lurked inside. She said nothing. Since her outburst at Mrs Chase in August, and Robina’s altercation with Tom, Bess had exchanged very few words with the woman on her visits. Today seemed to be no exception. Aside from asking her to move so she might tailor her clothes, they said very little until Robina called for Jan to come inside.

“He came with barely any clothes. I wondered if you might alter some of Harry’s old things?”

“Of course,”

“It shouldn’t be too hard. Harry was just as wiry at his age. I’ll pay, of course.”

At that moment, Douglas entered the lounge. Seeing Mrs Chase upon the tailor’s stand and Bess on her knees at her feet, he coughed and mumbled something about waiting outside.

“No need, Douglas,” Robina stepped down. “We’re finished here I think.” Bess nodded and began packing away.

“I’ll see myself out, Mrs Chase.” Robina and Douglas were talking lowly in armchairs when Bess had finished tidying her things, and she didn’t want to disturb their bizarre tête-à- tête. She called a goodbye up the stairs to Jan and hurried from the house. The world of Mrs Chase was not the same one that Bess inhabited, and the moment she stepped into the sunlight Bess relaxed, as though every sinew had been pulled taut.

“Bess,” Douglas appeared at the side of the house and reached for his bike. “Need a lift?”

Bess beamed. “As a matter of fact, I do. Off home for dinner, seeing as I’m out this way.”

“Hop on then,” Douglas laughed as Bess eagerly climbed onto the handlebars of his racing bike and they sped down the drive. From an upstairs window, Mrs Chase steered Jan away.

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They were back in Longsight within the hour. The journey was quiet yet contented; Bess had missed the comfort of Douglas’ broad shoulders and, though he hated to admit it, he had missed the feeling of Bess resting against his chest. When Bess had disembarked outside her father’s house, she invited Douglas inside for a cup of tea.

“You’re alright, got things to be getting on with.” The world-worn man had returned, quiet and reserved. For some reason, Bess didn’t want to let him go just yet.

“How’s Lois getting on?”

“Ah, well,” he removed his cap and rubbed his face. “I suppose you’ll have heard.”

Bess nodded. Cora had told her of Lois’ pregnancy by Harry. “If she ever needs any help, just ask. You know, with the labour and everything.”

“Thanks, love. She’s just so angry at everything and I don’t know how to make it better for her.”

“You can’t make it better Douglas. Just be there for her.” Bess thought of her secret promise to Tom. “And what about Tom? Have you heard from him?”

Douglas sighed. “Not for a little while. No-” He trailed off, thoughts of his son obvious across his face. Bess took his hand in hers.

“Write to him. I know it takes a while what with the auxiliaries getting out there, but he needs to know that your worried for him. I know he worries about you.” Douglas gave her a quizzical look and opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted when a shrill voice carried along the street.

Queenie Warren was hurrying along the road. She was overdressed as usual, hair haphazardly curled and lipstick far too bright for the spring day. Bess had to admit though, her dress was pretty.

“Hiya Douglas, Bess.” She wobbled past them as fast as her high heels would carry her. “Can’t stop, visiting Frank’s mam.” She blew them a kiss and went on her way. Bess watched her go. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t like Queenie.

“Bess?” She turned at Douglas’ voice. “Everything alright?” He asked, for Bess’ face had grown stormy as she glowered at the other woman. She simply gave Douglas a small nod. He touched his cap once more, and the two unlikely friends went silently about their business.

The house was quiet when she unlocked the door, apart from the ticking of the clock and the chatter of children playing out in the ginnel. Potatoes were sat in the filled sink, next to them a small note.

Bess. In case you’re here early, would you mind peeling the spuds? The cold ham is in the fridge. We should be back by 6. Cora x

Bess looked to the clock. Half past four. She made herself a pot of tea and settled at the table. The potatoes could wait, for the letter in her purse had waited long enough to be answered.

Dear Tom,

It’s taken me a little while to reply. Your letter arrived a few weeks ago, and what with Albie going back and my nursing work, I found that my mind has never been in the right place to reply. As it stands, I am sitting down to write to you at dad’s kitchen table. Cora has tasked me with peeling potatoes while they’re at work, but I’d rather write to you.

As you addressed some of the offences I accused you of, I’ll attempt to do the same. Namely, giving you a letter that isn’t “shit”.

I had work at the infirmary this morning, practicing our surgical stitches with Ms. Stern, our matron. She’s an austere woman, incredibly bony, and Joan says she looks like a heron. After that I escaped to Robina Chase’s. You remember her, the woman you aggravated last time we saw each other? I was going across to alter some clothes for her and you’ll never guess what awaited me. Your dad and a little Polish boy playing football in her garden! Harry came back from Poland with him, Jan he’s called. Your dad looked happier than I’ve seen him in ages. I think he was pretending it was you. He misses you so much, Tom. I can see the worry in his eyes anytime he speaks of you. I’ve asked him to write to you. Told him to, really. There was a moment when he was playing football with Jan that he looked so much like you. It almost took my breath away, it was like you were there. You’re so alike and he loves you. I wish you’d tell each other more. He gave me a lift home after Robina’s (the less said about her the better). I’ve missed our bike rides together. Saw Queenie on the way home, can’t give you any updates there because, being at the Royal, I never see her thank God.

Why had she let Queenie taint the letter? Bess could feel her anger start to quicken.

She was off to see Frank’s mam. You were right, by the way, about everyone coupling up. Jude has a man, another farmer from the Land Army. She and Hattie are working so hard now that summer is approaching. Roberta has been spending more and more time with that teacher from the primary (please don’t tell anyone), and tomorrow I have a date with a solider from the infirmary. Got his eyes injured by gas. He can see now, but insisted on taking me on a date as a thank you for looking after him.

Bess knew full well what she was doing. Let’s see how you like it, Tom Bennett.

He’s called James. I think we’re going to the Palais but I’m not sure, he’s picking me up after my shift. How are you managing with only men aboard ship? Any French girls taken your fancy? We both know you have a reputation to maintain.

She paused her writing and took a deep breath. That’s enough. She looked over his last letter, trying to find something to write about. The apology.

I can’t pretend that I’m not still hurt by what you did, Tom. I wonder, have you told Douglas and Lois about me? All those years you looked out for me and protected me from Walter and the others. They thought me a freak and a witch. Did you really want to keep me secret just so you had something good all to yourself? Or was it because deep down, you agree with them and only see me as an outcast? Or someone to say you got you leg over? If the former, then please know that you don’t need me to discover that you are a good person. You broke my heart, Tom, but I know that deep down you are good, and kind. I wish you’d find it in yourself.

Maybe too much has changed for us to be anything other than acquaintances now, but I’d like to be your friend, if you want me. Stay safe.

Yours,

Bess.

There. It was done. She sealed the envelope and thought about it no more. That was until a knock on the door distracted her from potato peeling. Opening it, she saw the ratty face of the postman, Dennis Warley. She detested the man, but a postman was a postman.

“Dennis,” she nodded at him.

“Bess, is-”

She cut across him. “I have a letter here, could you take it for me.” She pressed it into his hands and he stared at it before looking at her. His eyes were wide, worried, and his hand shook as he placed the letter for Tom in his bag and retrieved another. He cleared his throat.

“Is your father here, Bess?” His voice quavered, and Bess’ eyes narrowed.

“He’s still at work.”

Dennis coughed again. “And Cora?”

“They’re all out.” The man swallowed nervously, and a trickle of panic gripped at Bess’ neck. “Dennis?” Her voice was but a whisper. “What is it?”

The postman handed the letter to Bess. It was a telegram. She didn’t take it. Dennis removed his cap and said solemnly, “Bess. I’m so sorry.”

Notes: I’m sorry too! This is a war drama, the angst levels are gonna be through the roof, but know that I will reward you in a few chapters time!

We’re with Tom for the next chapter, you know what’s coming…

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bellarkeselection · 1 year

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Plotting Gossip

Request from @catmikaelson20 klaus is hatching a plot against an enemy, and he is making a plan with some witches, and suddenly, a witch sees klaus's phone wallpaper. He tells her that it's his girlfriend and starts talking about her non-stop.

"So let's run over the plan one more time. We hunt down the witches who are working alongside my mother. Then we torture them and get information and once they are dead we stack their bodies as a message to my future enemies. What are you doing with my phone little witch?" He stopped his explanation seeing Davina was holding his cell phone in her hands. She turned the phone screen towards him showing him a picture of him and Y/n. "Who exactly is this girl. I thought you didn't care about human life because they were too weak." He takes the phone from her hands grinning ear to ear at the picture making his heart flutter. "She's my girlfriend, Y/n. The love of my life. She's my everything."

He kept staring at the phone before sitting down on the couch. He couldn't get enough of seeing his girlfriend and he missed her everyday they weren't together. "Davina she may be human but she is innocent and brings out the good in me. She makes me feel like a better version of myself. Like I can be better with her. She makes me feel human again." He glanced up at the witch seeing her just blankly staring at the original hybrid. "Wow I didn't know you had that in you." She breaths out before the door opened and she saw a young girl with (h/c) enter the room waving to the witch then leaning down and kissing him gently on the lips. "Hi Davina. Hi baby. So how's your plan to stop your mother going. You're not covered in blood yet so that means we still have time for our date." The witch watched her smile still not fully understanding that he was head over heels for someone.

"Of course we can love. I did promise you that you would be my first priority before I take my vengeful mother." My boyfriend Klaus replied twirling some pieces of my hair in between his fingers. Without thinking I wrapped my arms around his neck leaning down pressing my lips onto his. He cradles my face in his hands and I started pulling at his curly locks getting him to moan until Davina cleared her throat blushing at us. "Uh I'm gonna go..." Klaus waved his hand wrapping his arms around my waist making me squeal when he started kissing my neck finding my sweet spot. "Yes little witch leave us. Well tear my enemies apart later." He vamped me upstairs putting my back onto the bed breaking the kiss to remove his shirt and mine. Wrapping my arms around his neck he moaned when my fingers twisted themselves into his curly blonde hair.

"I guess we're skipping dinner tonight for this. I mean not that I'm complaining I'm just suprised." I gasped grinning up at him tracing my fingers over the tattoo on his chest. He moves down running one hand through my hair crashing his lips onto mine. He breaks the kiss staring down at me like I was a goddess or a queen in his eyes. Even though I was a weak human compared to him he sees me as much more than that. "I just can't help myself Y/n. I'm just bloody obsessed with you. You're very being, your smile, laugh, spirit and the way you make me a better hybrid than I used to be-" I cut him off crashing my lips onto his he gasped leaning into kiss until I break it feeling my heartbeat skip a little. "Nik, I love the way you describe everything you love about me but there's far too much talking for the amount of clothes we aren't wearing. So make love to me already please." He smirked nuzzling his nose against mine running his fingers over my hips making me squeal. "What kind of boyfriend would I be if I denied my queen's wishes."

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eyecandyhoney · 2 years

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Sebastian Stan From Constanta, Romania

#sebastian stan #bucky barnes #winter soldier #avengers #carter baizen #sebastian stan lockscreen #bucky barnes lockscreen #winter soldier lockscreen #gossip girl #tommy lee #pam & tommy #sebastian stan wallpaper #male beauty #sexy male #cute boy #handsome

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I make taylor wallpapers that are similar to moodboards and will gladly take requests of taylor albums, or your favorite song! <3 if you want it to be extra special you can combine two or three things too.

requests will approx take a day or two (I may be busy on the weekends!)

request your wallpaper here!

TTPD Wallpapers

TTPD Wallpapers [Bonus Tracks]

TTPD [FILE NAME: The Black Dog]

Taylor's albums styled as TTPD | FRONT BACK

Dress Wallpaper

Sweet Nothing Wallpaper

- about me -

I'm ryder! I've been a swiftie since around the red era and my favorite album is reputation, but it changes every day really :]

11.10.2023, went to the eras tour film!!

in love with: taylor, billie eilish, conan gray, gracie abrams, noah kahan, brooklyn 99, and gossip girl

absolute music collector. has a cassette/cd collection <3

I also post edits on tt :] @like.starlightx

links to all my socials!

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howl-fantasies · 2 years

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Since Y/N has such good hacking skills, has she ever hacked phones of our beloved Gothamites and did she find any juicy stuff? Maybe private photos, some suggestive messages or a potential new scandal?

I'm in a mood for some gossip, girl! 😎

Of course she did!

>> One of Y/N's main assets is to know a LOT of things about every villain in town or any important person who could potentially influence Gotham. If someone gets a new phone, don't even think to offer her a contract, she's on a mission and has to put a snitch in the new device in order to continue her never ending spying. In a way she's like Gossip Girl. Minus the upper east side thing and publishing daily all Gothamites' little secrets, preferring to sell them at a veeeery good price.

But since it's you, she would gladly open the chamber of secrets:

Oswald Cobblepot

>> Oswald's phone is one of her favorites to look at. She even organized "Ozzy nights" with Victor, laughing their asses out while looking at his texts and pictures.

>> Aside from the very interesting exchanges he had with Fish, Maroni and Carmine, Oswald's texts to his mother were priceless. The wannabe king of Gotham was a true mommy's boy, asking her to clean his favorite bad boy's underwear, the black one with little knifes on it. Spoiler: his mom constantly chastised him about it. He texted her where he was at anytime, pretty useful if you ask Y/N and Victor, and asking his mom to separate the vegetables he doesn't like in his night meals.

>> Pictures with mama. Here and there. Nothing interesting until Ed came in his life. The texts between the dorks were fun. When Riddler came out and Oswald started his little crush, pictures of the two flourished in his phone. Stolen pictures too: Ed studying, Ed plotting, Ed eating, annnnnd Ed coming out of the shower. This one is THE dirty little secret Y/N uses whenever she wants something from Penguin. Ed practically naked with just a towel around his hips, drop of water still in his hair and steam all around him is worthing the little chantage, right, Oswald?

>> Y/N also found the 237 drafts Penguin wrote when he tried to confess his feelings. The straight: "Ed, I think, no, I know I love you". The poems, the confession in foreign languages, the lame riddles he tried to wrote. She knows all of them by heart and likes to randomly tell them to Oswald to infuriate him.

Edward Nygma

>> Ah dear Ed, her second favorite phone to hack. Why? Because Ed being a genius he figured out - after a few minutes or hours, depends if he slept well - her spying. When people are playing Candy Crush to kill time, Y/N hacks Ed. It's their little game. And one of the reasons she made her phone and contacts as vague as possible. Cause the guy hacks too, and pretty well at that!

>> Ed's phone is empty most of the time because of that, BUT! Y/N once used a picture of Oswald in his white underwear as a wallpaper to distract him. And oh boy, it worked well. Very well. So well, she saw the screenshot Ed took of the picture. She also had the intelligence to screenshot the screenshoting on her phone, threatening Ed to send it to Oswald.

>> Ed threatened her to inform Victor about the : I used our boss almost naked as a wallpaper. The result? Y/N's vengeance is now to change all Ed's passwords making it a pun with one of Ed's traumas like, Kringle -> Kringlocked. Isabella -> Isabellocked. Riddler -> Freezdler. See the immaturity here?

Victor Zsasz

>> Victor is the most easy phone to hack for her since his password is always: Sweetness, or her date of birth, the date he met her, the caliber of one of the weapon she used on him and managed to touch him with, or something stupid like the first letters of "pepperoni". Not like he tries to hide his little secrets from her or his insane obsession 🤷🏻‍♀️

>> Pictures? Goodness, he has tons of her, them. Normal ones, goofy ones, badass ones, -18 ones... He also has one picture of Carmine, and one old picture of his family.

>> Same for the texts, nothing to hide here. The little scum loves to write dirty things in his drafts for her to read when she decides to pay his phone a visit. He's pretty proud of him at that when he sees her poker face ruined by a raised eyebrow or a frown or a scoff, depending of what he wrote.

>> The one and only time he made a real password, was when he decided to team up with Sofia. Y/N was fuming when she finally managed to hack it and discovered all the texts between them and how she ordered him around like a dog.

Barbara Kean

>> Barbara's phone is like her: an absolute mess. Texts to Jim, Tabi, Riddler, Oswald, Lee... Name someone in Gotham and you'll be sure to find them in her psychophone. The woman doesn't even try to be discreet, doesn't encrypt anything and texts everyone in town to either insult them - especially Jim - , cry like a river - especially to Jim - or tell them she loves them - especially Jim -.

>> You got it, she's obsessed by the good cop. Has so many pictures of him it should be considerate illegal, truly.

>> Her most interesting texts are to Tabi, when the two are plotting to kill Oswald or do something in hope to take Gotham's crown.

>> Her most funny one is when she threatened her hairstylist to sue him because of one failed hair cut. She even sent the picture of her usually platinum hair being as green as Ed's suit. Gold.

Jim Gordon

>> Jim isn't the most intelligent character of the series, but he's still cunning enough to understand Y/N hacked his phone at some point.

>> Does it change anything about the level of security of his phone? No. Even with Lucius' help, she managed to hack it. Spoiler, Ed helped because he was bored and she swore to explain him how to French kiss his little librarian, making him a true French lover. Spoiler no.2 she sent him a picture of a washing machine telling him to program himself on "speed" since she was afraid he wouldn't last much with IsabellAAAAH 😏. Riddler was pretty mad at her. And at Ed since the idiot trusted her on something like this.

>> Jim's phone helped Y/N to always be one or two steps ahead from him. She knew for his marriage. She knew for his little visit to Carmine when he retired. She knew basically everything of his life.

>> Though, she didn't want to know about his smut texts and pictures he sent to Lee. Never thought he was the kind of guy to suggest his girlfriend to take her on the morgue's table. She had to send Lee a text after that, to tell her to put a little something under her butt since the table can be pretty cold (DUUUH) at the beginning then all slippery. Jim was livid. And he still is whenever Y/N makes an innuendo about it.

Bruce Wayne

>> If you ask her about hacking a child's phone, she would only answer: "well that's why kid shouldn't be allowed to use a phone without an adult around to supervise them."

>> Drunk Bruce, frivolous Bruce, Emo Bruce, she saw and read every picture and text. Enamored Bruce too by the way, which she find highly cute. Just a normal teenager's phone so far.

>> Bruce's phone was pretty boring in term of plotting or threatening material, at first. But after his encounter with Selina, his investigations about his parents death and after that his little training with Alfred, Bruce's phone was definitely on her "keep it somewhere and don't even think to throw it" list. She knew something interesting was happening with him.

>> When Lucius helped Bruce to totally encrypt his phone, she knew the two knew about her spying. The boy's phone became as interesting to hack as Ed's phone, even more challenging since Lucius created a program generating a new password every minute. Brilliant, if you ask her.

>> When a new young anti-hero started to disturb the non-existant peace in town, Y/N wasn't that surprised and had strong suspicions about his true identity. She never told anything to anyone though. Maybe she'd be able to use it one day and see if Batman's "Never kill anyone" golden rule still stands after that. Same when she managed to finally hack the phone and saw a young lady looking very much like Selina, wearing leather in a suggestive pose. It's their little secret 🤫 Aahh youngsters...

Carmine Falcone

>> What? Trust doesn't exclude control. Y/N had to protect Carmine for a solid 6 years. Protecting him from others mobsters, from him, from other hackers... She knew what the last would found out in his phone if they ever succeeded to hack it. Logical, isn't it?

>> Relax, Carmine knows. She never told him, but he knows, somehow, maybe, probably. He always knows. And maybe Victor told him, being the only "good child" of the king of Gotham. Spoiler he did.

>> Carmine's phone is the epitome of "old". Old phone, for an old man, for an old fashion way to organize his things inside of it. His contacts are all write properly, his texts all politically correct, nothing the police can use against him.

>> He gets a notification every month when his favorite female cook send an article about a new 50's Italian recipe. After meeting Liza, he asked Victor to show him how to share the link to her. #GrandpaVibes here. He was super lame at it and simply told Victor to take his phone to share it after the third time he asked him to show him. He even wrote notes, poor man...

>> His wallpaper is religious, his ringtone for personal calls too. Except for Victor and her. She chose Misirlou (Pulp Fiction) for Victor because she thought Carmine's face was funny whenever his phone played it. And chose for her: Urge Overkill - Girl you'll be a woman soon (Pulp Fiction). Same, she finds it funny. Pros: Carmine you'll be immediately able to tell which of them is calling. Cons: Credibility - 50 but who cares? He's the king of the city. Since he was so lame with his phone, he stopped trying to change it and just shot whoever was laughing between the eyes.

I hope you like it. If you want, I can write a part 2 with:

- Jervis

- Jonathan

- Jerome

- Jeremiah

- Harvey

- Butch

- Tabitha

Don't hesitate to tell me if you want to read about someone else 😉 Have a beautiful day sweetheart, take care 🌹❤️

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