#just thought he'd look cute in that crop jacket

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

First Date

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: none at all fr fr except idk first date jitters???

Genre: fluff central

Summary: Your first real date with your former fake boyfriend; "I'm just scared of what you think // You make me nervous so I really can't eat" ~ First Date by Blink 182

A/N: This is technically part 2 to Nervous but order is arbitrary fr

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The following Friday Bucky is at your apartment just before 7 o'clock trying to convince himself to knock on your door. He knows he has to because you otherwise won't come out and that would be awful because even if every muscle in his body is tensing up at the thought of this actually happening he does really want to take you out. The only problem is that standing in your hallway it feels like a dream he had long given up on is coming to fruition and he's starting to wonder if maybe he's not ready for this. It's too late for that now though, he's meant to pick you up in 2 minutes and he'd rather lose his other arm than upset you by canceling last minute no matter how anxious he is.

"If she didn't want this. She wouldn't have agreed." Bucky tells himself, steeling his nerves. He raises his fist and raps on the door far more confidently than he's feeling at 6:59:37. He knows because he checked his watch. Barely a minute goes by before you swing open the door with a soft smile.

"You're right on time. Hi Bucky." You say. Bucky freezes up as he takes you in. You're wearing a crop top and faux leather pants with a matching jacket. Bucky told you casual dress was fine so you wanted something cute but practical. Bucky can feel his brain short circuit as he looks at you. Just compliment her! 

"Punctuality- matters. We should get going." He says instead of anything charming. The sentences come out chopping and strained and he almost outwardly cringes at himself.

"Alright, well lead the way James." You say, pointedly ignoring the tense undertone in his words. You're not sure what that was about but you can't imagine drawing attention to it will help. Bucky nods and walks you down to his car where he opens your door and lets you in before he jogs over to the driver seat and slides in. It only takes another moment before he's pulling out of your parking lot and cruising down the streets.

The ride there is pretty quiet, which is fine. You're trying to guess where he's taking you anyway because he refuses to tell you. It's not until you see the big neon sign as he turns into a parking lot that you finally crack it though and you can't help but chuckle quietly as he parks the car. It's been such a long time since you've been to one of these.

"Bowling?" You smile at him.

"I've heard how boring you find regular dinner dates." Bucky shrugs. It's true you much prefer activity dates, but you're curious how he'd know that already. He gets out of the car and rushes over to your side to open the door for you. The two of you head inside and get set up with a lane and a pair of bowling shoes. You both are quick to grab bowling balls and start the game. You're always down for some friendly competition and honestly, it'll be nice to do something you haven't in a while.

A few rounds in though makes you painfully aware of how little Bucky has said since picking you up and it's starting to get to you. If you get excited over a strike or point out the score he'll offer a little smile and maybe a couple of words but he's not actually conversing with you. When you commend a particularly good round on his end he just nods a 'thanks'. Not to mention he's hardly looking at you which isn't a big deal exactly but in combination with the lack of talking it feels very awkward. Especially for a first date. Who bowls in silence?! About halfway through, you stand up before Bucky takes his roll.

"I'm going to get some food. Do you want anything?" You ask him.

"Oh! Let me get it. What do you want?" Bucky puts down his bowling ball and jogs over to his jacket draped over one of the chairs.

"A slice of pizza and some lemonade." You say.

"On it." He nods dropping the jacket and walking over to the food counter. You sigh to yourself as you plop back in your seat to wait for him. You can't understand why he's being so quiet but this date really can't continue this way. When Bucky returns with your food and drink he hands them to you quickly. You barely mutter thank you before he goes back to his jacket, presumably to put his wallet back in the pocket he fished it out from.

"You know Bucky, you've barely said anything to me all night. I've been on some pretty awkward first dates before but never ones where my date avoids looking at me." You stand and walk over to where Bucky is now lining up his roll.

"I'm not avoiding looking at you." Bucky says. 

"If this has been your idea of being present with a date you are more out of touch than I thought James." You muse. Bucky sighs and turns to you, finally looking at you properly. He's silent for a moment, just looking at you before he speaks again.

"You know when you talk to people you look at them so intently. It's like you could uncover their every secret in the time it takes them to finish whatever sentence they're saying."

"Is that why you wouldn't look at me?" You ask.

"I'm already terrified of saying the wrong thing. When I look at you it feels as though you can hear my every nervous thought. As if you'll-" Bucky's words seem to get stuck in his throat as his brows knit together.

"As if I'll what?" You prompt.

"Be able to see me the way I see myself." He mutters.

"You- don't want me to see you the way you see yourself?" You frown.

"It wouldn't end well if you did." He shakes his head.

"Well, why don't you let me decide how I see you? And in the meantime, you should just- be yourself. Trust me you're way worse off if you don't speak to me the entire night than whatever you're so scared of." You tell him. "Right now your worst crime is sucking at bowling."

"Hey! I'm doin pretty well."

"I mean I'm beating you pretty bad so-" you walk back over to your seat where you'd left your pizza.

"You're distracting." He mutters.

"I'm distracting?! You've been avoiding me in all ways but physical Bucky. How could I possibly be distracting?" You ask.

"How many times are you going to make me say how nervous you make me?"

"I dunno, how many times would it take for you to stop being so nervous?"

"More than is reasonable for you to say."

"You'd be surprised how far I'm willing to go actually." You tell him, taking a bite of your pizza. "I just want you to relax Bucky." You say before you drop your pizza plate back on the chair.

"Easier said than done." He muses.

"I'm sure. I mean up until a week ago I thought you hated me- so there's a learning curve for us both. But you can't expect me to not get to know you. We're on a date I mean-"

"I know." He mutters quietly, though you can't hear him as you keep rambling.

"Dates typically involve a lot of getting to know people. You're lucky we're not complete strangers-"

"I know." He tries again but you're still going.

"Otherwise I wouldn't even bother with this I would just never see you again but I like you and I want this to go somewhere but you have to try, and sometimes that's gonna mean stepping out of your comfort zone and if you can't do that-" Bucky grabs you by your shoulders and yanks you towards him until your bodies are flush, his head tilting down and connecting your lips. Your eyes widen for a moment before closing, surrendering to his kiss. It's strong, unyielding, so much like him and finally, for the first time since you got here you get a glimpse of the man you're familiar with. When he pulls away your eyes flutter open.

"I know, y/n. You're right. I'm sorry for being so awkward." Bucky says and you shake your head.

"You don't have to apologize. I just want tonight to go well." You say softly.

"So do I! So much so that I-"

"That you're too scared to talk to me?" You chuckle.

"It- sounds silly when you put it like that." He muses.

"It's okay. As frustrating as the silence is I think it's cute that you're so..."

"Insecure?" He scoffs.

"I was going to say shy." You roll your eyes with a laugh. "I don't think it's insecure to care about what you say to a date, but I do think you worry far too much. You're not under evaluation." You say.

"I'll- try to relax." He says.

"Great, now hurry up and roll your ball so I can wipe the floor with your cute ass." You smile.

"Oh-ho-ho don't get too confident there sweetness. Relaxing means I'm definitely going to beat you." Bucky says.

"I mean you can tryyyyy but I'd keep those expectations low if I were you. I'm currently doing way better than you."

"We're barely halfway through the game, you're counting your chickens too soon." He smiles sweetly.

"You're talking a lot for someone who still hasn't finished his turn." You shrug. Bucky shoots you an incredulous look that has you laughing as he walks over to the lane to roll for his turn. Now, if you can keep him this relaxed for the rest of the night then this date is going to be every bit as amazing as you could hope for. Even on the off chance he beats you at bowling.

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#marvel #marvel fanfiction #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky #bucky barnes fluff

[cod-sins]

😞 can you write a head cannon or whatever the hell thoses things are called about könig with a heavy metal/punk reader

.ೃ࿐ Format: Hcs.

.ೃ࿐ Reader: Undisclosed.

.ೃ࿐ Ratings: SFW.

.ೃ࿐ Word Count: 486.

[A/N: I sure can! I'm not into the punk or heavy metal scene but I do listen to the music and I'm aware of some of the beliefs in the punk subculture.]

I already stated that König would listen to nu metal/rock instrumentals so he wouldn't be caught off guard by the music you listen to. He thinks it's really cute if you show him songs that are sung in German.

If you were to ever make a CD playlist of your favorite songs it would make König fall even more in love with you (if that's possible). He would listen to it all the time while deployed or whenever he missed you.

König would love to trade band tees with you even if he can't fit your size. He would just wear them as crop tops and you would wear his as sleepwear.

He would 100% help you with your DIY clothing. He knows how to sew so he would sew patches into your crust pants or jacket. König would have so much fun with you at stores like Hobby Lobby or thrift stores just looking for stuff to accessorize you with. He would spend a lot of time carefully placing studs, pins, and spikes on your jacket trying to make sure it looks perfect for you.

He would also sew a little German/Austrian flag on your jacket, where your heart would be! He tells you that this way he'll always be with you even if he's physically gone. [:,)]

Please convince him to wear fishnets, he would look so good in them.

Very fascinated with your hair. If you have straight hair and use a lot of product to make it stay up and spikey he has every window open while dramatically coughing. He'd help you pick out different hair dyes probably making it even harder for you to make a decision.

“Ah, liebe how about this one?” He says showing you a box of dark blue dye. “Or you could do this one.” He says now holding an orange box. “Or maybe this one as well?” Holding a green box. He'd buy them all if you wanted rainbow-colored hair.

The first time König saw you he was enamored with you, he thought you were so cool. He loved your style and how you didn't care what anyone else thought. Took him awhile to work up the confidence to befriend you.

König always listens to you ramble and rant about the military industry, capitalism, and society [🤡]. Even if he doesn't fully grasp certain topics he's still mentally jotting down notes.

If you play music he would hum along with your singing/screaming, he might even start singing himself if the music is loud enough and you couldn't hear him. He loooves watching you bang on drums or shred on your guitar.

König doesn't like drawing attention to himself but he would never tell you to change your style for him. In fact, he would push you to dress that way even harder. Might wear your style around the house.

#.jupiter writing #.könig #könig x reader #könig headcanons #könig x you #könig x gn!reader #könig x y/n #könig fluff #punk reader #heavy metal reader #cod x reader #cod x gn!reader #cod x female reader #cod x male reader #cod headcanons #könig hcs #.non-anon

[innytoes]

3 Sentence prompts: Willexie + Thrift Shopping!

Just because they were kind of famous now, didn't mean Reggie wanted to give up on his favourite hobby. Listen, he'd gotten his most iconic outfit from the thrift store. Okay, it had been pretty much his only outfit for a while. But it had clearly worked, because Sunset Curve was topping the charts now and everyone thought he was really cool.

Another bonus to having one iconic outfit was he could just ditch the leather jacket and flannel for the day and be basically incognito. Not that a lot of old people at estate sales knew who he was, but he'd been recognised at a bunch of garage sales and it just felt wrong to try and haggle with someone who really just wanted his autograph.

"Tell me again why you dragged me out of bed at five in the morning to drive down to Pasadena to look at... old junk?" Alex whined, sipping on the giant coffee Reggie had gotten him along the way. He was dressed in one of Reggie's flannels, which honestly was kind of a little treat in and of itself. Reggie himself had stolen one of Bobby's shirts and Alex' denim jacket.

"Because it's fun?" Reggie asked. Alex did not look convinced. "Because we can get cool stuff for the house?" he tried again.

"We can get cool stuff for the house at literally every store we want now," Alex pointed out. Which was true, they had Money now. Of course their co-dependent asses still went and bought a house together like they always said they would. It was just... slightly closer to a mansion than the shitty apartments they'd been thinking of when they were seventeen and broke. "Luke and Bobby spent a couple of grand on a new sound system."

"It's not about the money," Reggie pouted. "It's about the thrill of the chase. It's about treasure hunting! It's about finding unique pieces nobody else has!"

Alex stared at him, unamused, obnoxiously slurping his coffee.

"Fine, you're here because you love me and because I need your big sexy muscles to help lift stuff into the truck if we find anything." He was hoping to find a cool coffee table, or a desk, and they could still use a nice dresser.

"Fine," Alex said, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "But if I find something cute, you're doing the haggling for me."

"Deal."

The morning went pretty well. They found some cool lamps, and a couple of nice hardcover science fiction books Reggie thought would look very mature and adult on their shelf. Reggie managed to haggle down on a really mature looking desk that would look great in their 'We're Real Adults Now' house, and Alex did use his sexy muscles to help get it onto the truck.

After a quick early lunch in town, they went to the next estate sale. They agreed to split up, since it was later in the day and they needed to be fast before all the good stuff was snapped up.

Except when Reggie rounded the corner, he saw Alex wasn't looking for a nice dresser or pretty trinkets. Alex was talking to a very hot, very cool guy in a crop top.

Reggie narrowed his eyes, going over. Alex beamed. "Hey babe!"

"Why are you flirting with the enemy?" Reggie hissed.

Alex groaned. "Not this again."

"Hey, Reggie," Willie beamed. "Great job on nabbing that desk at the Gilmore estate, I had my eye on that too. But you got here a little late. Do you want to see the heirloom patchwork blanket I scored? And I found this really cool dresser I'm going to paint..."

Reggie squinted at their rival, annoyed. He wanted a cool dresser. And the patchwork blanket folded over his arm looked really nice.

"I'm sure it will look really cool," he said, trying to keep the sulk out of his voice. He gave Alex another glare.

Alex just stared at him. "Maybe I was distracting Willie so you could be the first to notice those vintage comic books in the corner," he said, and Reggie gasped, running off and rifling through the box before Willie could get there.

"Aw man, low blow, Hotdog!" Willie complained.

"Yeah, I'm evil like that," Alex deadpanned, rolling his eyes at the two of them.

In the end, Reggie came away with some Spiderman and Hawkeye comics that were still missing from his collection, and a cute little side table they could paint a pretty pink for Alex. As they were finishing up and loading everything in the truck at the end of the day, Willie moseyed back over.

"Howdy," he said, tipping a cowboy hat Reggie had completely missed. He felt a stab of jealousy, not just for missing it but also because Willie looked unfairly hot like that. Then, Willie plopped the hat on Reggie's head. "We still on for dinner?"

"The burger place?" Reggie asked, leaning over to press a kiss to Willie's cheek.

Alex popped out of the truck. "Oh so now it's okay to flirt?" he asked, grumpy.

"Of course it is, Alex, it's four thirty," Reggie said, propping the cowboy hat on Alex' head. He did not look as sexy as Willie had, but he did look kind of cute. They should go on a horseback riding date, all three of them, sometime soon. He'd bring it up over dinner.

"Yeah, Hotdog, we're only mortal thrifting enemies between six and four," Willie agreed.

"You two are so weird," Alex complained, but he still climbed down to sit in the bed of the truck to receive kisses from both his boyfriends. And over dinner, he smiled indulgently as his two thrift-nerdy boyfriends compared notes and showed off pictures of the treasures they'd found.

#julie and the phantoms #reggiexalexxwillie #fanfic #I wrote a thing #AUs are awesome #willie is a reseller who also like fixes stuff up and refurbishes it #he probably has like a blog or something as well #reggie just really likes thrifting #alex is there to look pretty and keep Reggie from bringing home any taxidermy (so Bobby won't disown them) #and use his big sexy drummer muscles to help lift stuff #and to roll his eyes at both his boyfriends and their silly rivalry #lbr the sunset curve house is a mess between Luke refusing to give up his ancient couch #reggie's thrifting and Bobby's 'I'm going to buy designer furniture because I'm rich now fuck you' #meanwhile Alex just wants somewhere to sit that is comfortable and doesn't have bedbugs #poor guy probably went to like Ikea in self-defence

[vannahmontannah]

REST ON WATTPAD: vannahmontannah

It was the next morning and Charity woke up in the most perfect mood ever. She was still struck by what happened yesterday. She couldn't stop thinking about it. But she was also thinking if he'd done this to any other girl. Has he ever kissed one of the other girls too? That didn't matter because she got her kiss and it was amazing. She got out of bed and hurried and put some clothes on. She wanted to look extra cute today. She but on a brown, comfy maxi dress that hugged her body, a cropped brown jean jacket, some brown, platform sandals, some jewelry, and some lashes. Her hair was on in a bun. She fixed herself up some more and got ready to leave the room. As she opened the door, Jawan was waiting by the door.

"Dude! What are you standing by my door for?"

"I was waiting on you,"

"Why?"

"I wanted to walk you to class,"

"Thank you, but I'm fine, Jawan. You could have knocked,"

"I did..."

"Oh, my bad. Are you busy tonight?"

"I don't know. Why?"

"I wanted to spend some time with you. I know you have no interest in me, but I need a friend,"

"Okay. Where?"

"We can back to my mom's house. She's having a dinner at her house. Only my parents, my cousin, and a guest. You wanna go?"

"Yeah. Just text me when you're ready,"

"Okay, cool. I'll catch you later,"

They both parted ways and went to class. Charity knew it was wrong how she treated Jawan, but she was not interested like that. Okay, maybe a little bit, but she really liked Duke.

She made it to class and sat in the back of the class. She waited for Duke, but he didn't show up. Class started about 20 minutes ago and still no Duke. She checked the fan page to see any updates, but none at all. Just new pictures and videos. A few minutes later, the door opened and it was Duke. He was walking on crutches and he seemed irritated. He sat in his usual seat and prepared for class.

Class dragged for the remainder of the session, but Duke still looked mad. Class was dismissed and she went out and sat on the couch. He told her to wait on her, so...

He walked out of class and ignored Charity. Charity was livid. She dressed all nice just for him to ignore her? What the hell? She scrunched her face and watched as he walked struggled to get down the hall way. Charity got up from the couch and went to the bathroom and locked herself in a stall. She got a requests from her main account and it was from Duke.

Dukedennis: hey, sorry about today. can you meet me in the auditorium?

How did he get her Instagram? She doesn't know but that didn't matter.

Charity: how did u make it there so fast?

Dukedennis: I'm almost there. just take the opposite way around.

With no hesitation, Charity was on her way to meet Duke at the auditorium. She was nervous and her adrenaline ran higher than before. Her stomach felt weird and she scared she'd get caught. She finally made it to the auditorium and went inside. She texted Duke that she was here. He told her to come behind the curtains and into the back room. She rushed up the stage, behind the curtain, and into the back room.

He greeted her with that billion dollar smile. He was sitting on top of a desk.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey. What are you doing here?"

"This is my hide out spot. Just wanted some company,"

"How did you my Instagram?"

"I was lurking and I found you,"

"Okay. Are you okay? I saw you were mad and upset,"

"It's my coach. He said I have to sit out this time for the game. Thought I was gone get away with it, but not this time,"

"But you're on crutches and you really thought you were gonna play?"

"Yeah,"

"You're so backwards. I'm surprised you're even talking to me,"

"You're the only girl I'm talking to besides Eisley,"

"Huh?"

"I love her with everything. But you're one of a kind. I never seen nothing like it before. You don't come up to me like other girls and express how much you're a fan and how much you love me and stuff like that. I was always a popular kid in school. Everyone wanted to be my friend and shit. I got to high school and shit really popped off. That's how I met Eisley. You remind me of her sometimes because she was the same way. She was new, shy, kept to herself and she wasn't really all up on me. Ronnie introduced us and I knew she was the one. She 's bubbly, sweet, adventurous, keeps me going and she's very private about most things. But with you, from yesterday, I can tell you're fun to be around and shit,"

"So is that why you kissed me or...?"

"That was off guard for me as well. I never kissed anyone else but Eisley. I was just trynna mess with you, but I didn't mean to do that. I don't know. I should have asked. I'm sorry,"

"It's fine, but are you happy with Eisley?"

"I am. I just never got a chance to explore my options because I've been with her since high school. But I don't wanna leave her,"

"You need to communicate that to her then,"

"No, i don't. We are way too far in and locked in to even mess shit up,"

"So why am I here?"

"Because I wanna keep you around. I like being around you. The day I saw you in that library, you caught my interest. But, I know we can't go far. But if you don't mind, I'd like to keep seeing you,"

"To meet up and talk?"

"No, like, get close to each other,"

He grabbed Charity's hands and pulled her in between his legs. He once again lifted her chin and began to kiss her on the lips. His hands slowly crept down her back and onto her behind. Charity was startled and she pushed back.

"I'm sorry," Duke said.

"No, uhm...I gotta go, but I will text you later?"

"Yeah,"

"Okay. Bye,"

~~~~~~~

Miami was sitting on the bench as she was doing her homework for biology. It wasn't until she was interrupted by Dia.

"Miami, right?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"I know you have a class with Charity,"

"Okay? And what is this about?"

"Cut the crap! I know you know something about her,"

"Like what?"

"What's going on with her and Jacob?"

"I am not in her business like that! What's the big deal anyway?"

Ronnie and Eisley walked over to the bench and sat down next to Miami.

"Okay, I'm leaving," Miami said.

"Not until you tell us about her and Jacob," Eisley said.

"Why are you concerned? Aren't you with Duke?"

"Don't worry about me. We heard about what she did with Jacob,"

"What did you hear?"

"Don't play like you don't know,"

"I don't!"

"So you don't know about Jacob and Charity being fuck buddies?" Dia asked.

"No! She doesn't even wanna talk about Jacob!"

"Why?"

"Look, you guys are weird and need a life. All I know is her and Jacob are not friends anymore and she does not wanna talk about him. Sorry, but ya are gonna have to do more digging on your own or leave it alone," Miami said.

"Well, what about this 'marriedtodennis' fan page?" Eisley said.

"I have no idea. Just go and fucking ask her! Leave me out of it,"

She got her things and walked away.

"There's gotta be someone else who knows about this shit," Eisley said.

"She can't be trusted. I can't hang out with her and Markus is around! She's not gonna fuck my man!" Ronnie said.

"We are gonna get to the bottom of this shit! I haven't seen Duke all day!"

"He's probably just still mad from earlier," Dia said.

"We need to find Jawan,"

~~~~~~

The day went by and Jawan was on his last class of the day. He grabbed his things and exited the room. He was then bombarded by Dia, Ronnie and Eisley.

"Damn! What the hell is going on?" He asked.

"Do you know what's going on with Jacob and Charity?"

"What?!"

"So, you don't know?"

"NO! What is going on?"

"I saw him leaving Charity's room the other night. He threatened to hurt me if I said anything. Now what do you know?"

"Charity barely likes me. She's doesn't open up to me like that. Sorry, but I don't have an answer to your stupid investigation,"

"Well, why do you continue to be around her if she doesn't like you? And do you know anything about this fan page?" Dia asked.

"Because I like having her around. She'll eventually open up to me one day and I'm patient with her. She just needs love. I don't know what's going on with ya, but just drop it. I wouldn't say anything to you guys anyway," he shook his head and walked off.

"I guess we gotta go to the frat group..." Dia said.

"Why can't we just ask Patricia?"

"They're like close friends so of course she's not gonna say anything or admit to knowing," Eisley said. "I need to know who's behind this fan page! Shit!"

"It has to be Charity. She has the weird obsession with him. It's obvious,"

"But all the girls do," Dia said.

"I don't know who it is, but when I find out, it's over..."

~~~~~~

Later that night, Jawan and Charity arrived at his parents house for dinner. She made soul food so you can only imagine what she made. Everyone was at the table, ready to eat. Charity was still stuck on what happened in the auditorium. Her and Dennis were texting for a little bit, but he had to go. She doesn't know if Dennis likes her or not, but she didn't care as long as they were communicating.

"The food is amazing, Ms. Harris," Charity said.

"Thank you! I'm glad you like it,"

"Brian was supposed to be here, but he got caught up with something," Jawan said.

"Yeah, I know. He's always into some trouble. Anyway, let's get to the real questions. How long have you both been friends?"

"Since high school," Jawan said.

"Yeah,"

"You dating someone?" Ms. Harris asked.

"No, ma'am,"

"Mom, please!"

"I'm just asking. What you in school for?"

"Computer Science,"

"They make some good money! That's a good job right there," Mr. Harris said. "A nerd just like Jawan," He laughed.

"I admire that about him a lot. Nerds are always looked down upon, but he handles himself well and he's the smartest guy I know. He's well articulate and confident in his decisions," Charity shared.

"You really mean that?" Jawan asked.

"Yeah. You're always clear on your intentions and showing qualities of what you represent in the wittiest way. You're quite the guy,"

"I appreciate that. The nicest thing you've ever said to me," he chuckled.

"I'm just being honest. Sure, I have my days, but you are someone I admire,"

"Is this the girl you're going to homecoming with?" Ms. Harris asked.

"Yeah,"

"Have you guys picked out what to wear?"

"No, but I want to wear lavender," Charity said.

"Lavender is fine. Something different,"

"Son, you got your outfit?" Mr. Harris asked.

"I can just pick one up from the mall. No big deal," Jawan said.

"I already have mine back at home. I was working on it for a couple months now,"

"I just like something simple. I like for the ladies to be extra,"

"Yeah, because we take a lot of pride in how we look," Ms. Harris said.

An hour went by and the family  has gotten to know Charity well enough. They discussed more about their plans for homecoming, their friendship and what their life was like outside of school. This made Jawan more interested in Charity as she seemed to open up wit his family more than she ever has to him. He learned more about her and gave him more reasons to keep pursuing her. After a while, Jawan and Charity went up to his room. 

Entering his room, he had a bunch of art work on the wall, home-made gadgets, and a computer set up for gaming. The art work consisted of superhero's, anime, black art work and cartoons. The gadgets looked like something he made for presentation. He had a queen sized bed, a black, comfy comforter, five pillows, and a blanket laid across the bed. He had a matching black bedroom set as well. He had all black carpets and his walls were black as well. His computer and monitor was red. He had a walk in closet and a huge mirror.

"I love your room,"

"Thank you,"

Charity sat on the lounge chair and Jawan sat in his gaming chair and turned towards her.

"Your family is nice,"

"Thank you. They seem to like you a lot. Did you really mean everything you said or was you just being nice,"

"I meant it. Just because I may not be interested in dating, doesn't mean I don't have things I admire about you,"

"I listened to every word you said and it made me happy. Thank you for that,"

"You're welcome,"

"You really don't like me?"

"Jawan!"

"I'm just asking. I'm trying to be patient with you. And what is all this about a fan page? What is that?"

"What?"

"Eisley, Ronnie and Dia were asking me about you and Jacob and a fan page. I don't know what they were doing, but I didn't say anything,"

"What did they say?"

"They asked me did I know about you guys and I said no. I don't know anything because you don't open up to me like that. Do you and Jacob have anything going on?"

"No! Jacob is just an asshole, okay? We don't have shit going on,"

"What about this fan page? Married to Dennis?"

"I follow the account, but that's not me. I swear,"

"You sure?"

"Positive,"

"You can be honest with me. I'm not gonna tell,"

"I don't own that fan page. And Jacob and I had dealings a while ago, but nothing recent. He's just...not your normal guy,"

"Did he do anything to you?"

"No. Nothing like that. He's just weird,"

"Okay. You can talk to me about anything you know?"

"Yeah,"

"I'm not one to judge. I'm not the perfect person in the world. You know I'm a chill guy,"

"I know. I don't think they like me anyway. I'm only close to Miami and Patricia,"

"Why do you hang around them?"

"Because of Patricia. They're around each other most of the time, but Patricia and I are gonna have to start hanging out separately. I can't put up with Dia's behavior. She tried to to embarrass me in front of Duke,"

"How?"

"After ya left, they were gonna get some food and she said you're not hungry because I ate a big ass pizza. I asked if she had a problem and she said yeah, but she gone keep quiet. I don't like her at all. I don't even know what I did to her,"

"She's just miserable. Don't even pay her any attention,"

"Trust me, I'm not. I just can't wait for school to be over,"

"You'll make it. I know you will. We will finish school together. I care about you a lot, but I can see if this overwhelms you,"

"It's getting late...I should probably be going back to the dorm,"

"Yeah...but...let's just wait for another hour,"

"Okay. So, what do you wanna do?"

"I don't know..."

#duke dennis #mystery #crime #romance

[meltingpotimagines]

Couple Outfits with Shoto

Request: "I've been watching this yt channel called cozyday and I've been binge watching their videos especially the prop shop hopping and matching couple outfits haul which gave me this idea, could i please request matching couple outfits headcannon with shouto?" - anonymous

Warnings: None

A/N: I don't know if this is what you wanted, so if this isn't what you had in mind feel free to tell me 💕

no cause here's the thing right?

shoto wouldn't be the one to bring it up (or even think of it tbh) but he'd definitely be down

he loves close relationships, and anything that not only brings you two closer together but makes you two look like an even better couple is ideal

plus, it makes you happy, and what's better than that?

def couple pjs

both the identical button up sets and t-shirts with matching cozy drawstring pj pants

i definitely see at least one set in like gray and white

partially bc it matches his mom's side and anything that shows he prefers his mom over his father (and ticks him off) is something he wants

streetwear??

like, some dark blue cargo pants paired with a fitted cherry red top

some chunky white combat boots and a matching white jacket

and for you imagine like the same thing but like... cuter

i'm thinking heeled boots

cropped jacket??

mock neck for the shirt fs

or instead of pants maybe a cute skater skirt

a bucket hat and some like heart shaped sunglasses with red glass and thin black rims

he def bought those sunglasses for you btw

saw them trending on social media and thought they'd look good on you

(he was right ;) )

also like... imagine preppy

him in a nice pastel yellow sweater and a white button-up underneath

some gray slacks and black dress shoes

a nice silver watch for him to roll up his sleeve and look at

and for you a cute yellow cardigan

a cute white button-up with a lace collar tucked into a gray plaid pleated skirt

ankle socks with a lettuce trim and a pair of cute white preppy heels

a yellow shoulder bag with a cute charm

maybe a bow or a flower

idk, whatever you like

omg imagine business casual for meetings or interviews

like him in a nice pair of black slacks and a red button-up?

the shirt is probably silk tbh

gotta spend daddy's money somehow

those n o i c e dress shoes, in a dark brown

a pair of boujee shades

denki and momo taught him well

and for you

hear me out

either a red pencil skirt or flowy pants

and a black top

one with billowy sleeves tucked in if the pencil skirt or a form-fitting sleeveless turtleneck with a red blazer to match the pants

and don't forget the heels that scream p o w e r

(he thinks you look hot in those, just fyi)

#todoroki shoto #shoto headcanons #shoto imagine #shoto x reader #shoto x y/n #shoto x you #my hero academia #mha #mha headcanons #mha imagines #boku no hero academia #bnha #bnha headcanons #bnha imagines

[therhythmafterthesummer]

So I know you’ve said you don’t have what the gfs look like, but in your mind do they have certain styles. Do they match their bfs style or counter it?

ooohh, interesting...

i'll leave my Thoughts under a cut... not only because it's long, but also just in case someone doesn't want to have this influence the mental images they might have of them.

I think Pretty likes to dress up a bit more than Chris does, but they're not too different. like, she can be both Aphrodite incarnate and a gremlin that's just coming out of the depths depending on the mood. just like Chris, probably lol. when not at work, she's one to wear crop-tops and sundresses, and form fitting clothes that highlight her figure (although she wears a lot of over-sized hoodies, courtesy of her boyfriend). this woman has spent years trying to find the cuts that just make her Look Good and it shows. but regardless, she and Chris just Match. whenever they're together they just Match and it's really cute. they don't even do it on purpose.

Kitten i see as a very Professional Looking person. lots of blouses and skirts and dress clothes in general. even when she's wearing jeans she manages to make them look Classy. if that makes sense? whereas Minho is more simplistic. a t-shirt and jeans is all he needs (and jeans is him Dressing Up... otherwise it's just joggers).

Spicy gingerbread is interesting because... it probably took her a while to find a style that she feels represents her (since i'm pretty confident her ex-bf just dressed her up however he wanted). outside of work, i think she'd be a woman of t-shirts and jeans and trainers. she likes to be practical. Changbin is pretty similar, practical, but likes to look Well Dressed regardless... kind of like Pretty Mum. i'm sure he looks delicious regardless of what he wears.

Moss just plays with gender. you don't know if she's gonna appear with a flawless face of makeup, wearing a low cut dress that show off her big naturals, or if she's going to appear wearing the most confusing outfit you'd ever seen. leather jackets and ripped jeans are common items they wear regardless. constantly playing with being masc and femme, and i respect them for that. Hyunjin's got two moods: looking expensive or looking like An Artist... like he just came out of the studio, in overalls and covered in paint... will start playing with gender more, too, at some point... expect skirts and dresses. Felix is practical like Changbin's girlfriend. the most he'd do is wear a crop-top or a leather jacket every once in a while if he feels like it... seeing this throuple out in the wild can be one or two things: the hottest looking trio you'd ever seen, serving Looks and Gender; or a mismatched mess that somehow works together very well.

#anon #ask #wereroomies ask #wereroomies headcanons

[partrin]

i was thinking of some of my favourite free! official art pieces (other than the common rinharu ones). so why not share them here? with commentary?????

this is so CUTE. everybody falling asleep around haru just tells me haru has a really soothing, calm aura. i mean we know that already, but this just solidifies it

of course. of course rin is one of those skater fuckbois, and sousuke the jock on the football team during physical ed. it makes sense

"oi, makoto" *pokes with pencil*

meanwhile, look at rin 🥺 look at the fond look on his face. the heartwarming gesture of wrapping makoto's jacket around him as he sleeps. look at him

*cough* visual representation of their **** sizes (let's not think too hard on the fact nagisa is holding two guns)

ah yes. the stoic boys stare out the window while their best friends nap on the long bus ride. makoto sleeps exactly the way i thought he'd sleep, but rin..... i'm gonna assume he's a drooler

there was no reason to crop rinharu and use it as the magazine cover. no reason at all

but they keep doing it

nagiharu high speed official art 🥺 remember how i said nagiharu have a big brother-little brother dynamic? exactly. this is so sweet i can't

ye

uh

well uh yeah okay so the last 2 images weren't exactly... purely official art but whatever

#free! #i think about these images sometimes

[lgwifey]

getting older part three

platonic!lennon gallagher x fem!reader

platonic!gene gallagher x fem!reader

Summary : In which a nepotism baby finds herself dealing with her first true life issue, letting him go.

Warnings : spelling mistakes, paparazzi/press harrassment (?)

part one / part two

2022

A messy, y/h/c biker bun, glossy plumped lips and a smokey eyeliner.

Lennon stood jaw-dropped as he met up with y/n for a photoshoot for a magazine which their agency started was 'the next big thing'.

The theme was the 60s biker scene, meaning Lennon had been forced to put an outragous amount of gel in his hair and was put in leather trouser, something he wasn't particularly fond of.

He'd only just seen his friend and had decided that she had been given the better half of the deal, so to say. She was in a silver-studded light pink leather jacket, a cropped black and white stripy top and a pair of black leather shorts, a large studded belt around her waist.

The brunette let out a small laugh as he watched her struggling to tie the pink neck-scarf.  Something he thought to ne quite a cute sight, if you squinted and tilted your head to the side slightly.

Lennon watched from his distance as a junior makeup artist attempted to put lipliner and lipstick on her, only to spin around seconds later and shooed off, a look of pure fear cemented intl her eyes.

Y/n gave a huff as she turned slightly around and corrected her posture up from twisting to look down as much as she could, since she was getting an ache in her back of her neck.

The grouchy woman, who had recently ran out of her smoking hot, caffinated drink, caught eyes with Lennon and gave a bright smile and running over to him in the shiny pink, calf-high boots. She had to plaster the fake smile on, She'd spent all morning so far trying to advoid Lennon for as long as possible, still not able to think of the Instagram post occurance without crying. Gene hadn't gone home last night, she'd begged him to stay with her so she wouldn't end up doing something she'd regret, texting lennon .

As she reached him she stopped running and gave a childish jump like hop, trying to imitate how she usually acted so he wouldn't notice her dampened mood. She handed him the scarf, giving a unspoken order for him to tie it around her neck for her.

She smiled when he finished tieing the fabric for her, feeling the man rest his hands on her waist. In her mind, it was a sign that she was still his number one, that he still cared for her and that they where closer than him and Jane, who she'd found out was what his new girlfriend was called.

"Thank you."

Before conversation could begin, a immaculatly styled woman who gave off a very french vibe appeared with a camera man by her side.

"Ah darlings, so glad you're both ready. We had a girl last week who took a whole two hours, urgh."

Her accent was what y/n assumed vogue editors to sound like, or coco chanel, and she began rambling about some other poor model who she had a distaste for.

"We're glad you wanted us to be your models for your shoot."

She smiled, trying to get on the scary woman's good side from the start, knowing that it would make the day alot easier than it currently was.

The woman gave a firm nod to her before noticing Lennon's hands on the female model's waist. She gestured to them, an intreaged look on her face.

"You two are, together ?"

The pair gave a confused face each before looking down to where his hands sat on her skin, quickly ripping apart from each other and distancing themselves awkwardly.

"Oh no, no, no, no."

Y/n politely answered the question, Lennon joining her denying with an embarrassed smile and flushed cheeks.

"No. No, we're just friends."

The photoshoot director gave an amused nod, not believing the two for a second but not pressing for their personal lives details.

"Good chemistry makes a good photo, this must be why they sent you both instead of the Janette girl."

She waved her finger about elegantly as she spoke praise about the agency's client matching skills.

Y/n sat slouch in one of the plush foyé chairs whilst waiting for the Gallagher to appear from his changing room. The shoot had been successful in her mind, finishing earlier than they had expected seeing how it had only had a few hiccups occur throughout it. That meant that she and Lennon could leave early and had been able to book a table at one of their favourate restaraunts in the city center.

She had been the first to be changed back into the clothes she'd been wearing prior the photoshoot, a pair on boot-cut black jeans and the Versace safety pin crystal mesh top that Molly had given her for last year's birthday, which meant she was stuck waiting for the person who she was convinced was the only man in the entirety of England who could take over three hours to do his hair.

When the brown haired boy finally appeared with a grin on his face, y/n picked up her red La Medusa handbag off of the chair beside her and slid her black flats back on and her large cat-eyed sunglasses over her eyes, flicking her hair back to covering her ears, which's lobes where naked without their usual diamond studs and large silver hoops.

"Took you long enough, we're gonna be late Lens."

She complained as he 'Gallagher swayed', as she offen refered to the movement as, his way over to her. Calm as anything.

"Stop stressing munchkin, we've got loads of time."

"The taxi's been waiting for five minutes you tosser, poor thing."

Lennon rolled his eyes, placing his black-tinted sunglasses over his eyes and following the smaller girl out of the building where, unfortunatly, there was a flock of press waiting eagerly to snatch a picture of the friends leaving their work.

He wrapped an arm around her, his hand resting on her side whilst they made their way through the crowds, making sure she didn't get lost and that no-one tryed to touched her.

When he felt her flinch when a man appeared infront of her, shouting about something to do with Queen before being pushed back by a woman who started firmly questioning Lennon from the side.

"Lennon, is it true your mother has given up in relationships ?"

He ignored her, the taxi was a walk away seeing how they probably wouldn't have been able to make it through the mass' of photographers and journalists.

Lennon was haulted when y/n stopped and gave a pained hiss. He turned around so he was still holding onto her but was facing her.

"What's wrong ?"

"Nothing,"

She looked up with a pained smile and started trying to walk them forwards,

", let's just get to lunch yeah."

He reluctantly agreed but only on the term she was to tell him what happened in the taxi, just so he didn't cause any more of a scene. That being said, he immediantly retracted his promise when a reported literally grabbed the young girl's arm in an attempt to keep her infront of him for an interview.

Y/n felt herself being lugged away from Lennon's security by the hand. She immediatly missed the hold of the callous fingers, which slowly had developed from multiple years of guitar strings, as she was dragged to answer a mile long list of bizzare questions off multiple people shouting at her at the same time.

She didn't like being rude, answering for every question with a meak 'I'd be more than happy to answer any of your questions if you contacted my agency and booked an interview.'

Lennon meanwhile was fighting his way back through the people who had formed a circle around y/n, reporters where like a group of Great White sharks attacking an injured seal. He was much more upfront about his feelings towards the press members, swearing at any one of them who tryed to detear him from his destination.

When he finally got to her, after what felt like eight years of seperation, Lennon wrapped y/n in his arms and turned her to face the direction of the taxi's parking area. He started walking them forwards quickly.

A man in a dark green polo with a man behind him with a matching shirt and a large camera rested on his shoulder jumped infront of the two, capturing y/n's frightfully shocked face and Lennon's harsh glare which could've sent any man into a deep grave.

"Lennon what's it like being in a relationship now ? Is your freedom stumbled with Jane or do you feel you're just as able to live like a rockstar as before ?"

"Why don't you go fuck yourself mate."

The cat-eye sunglasses sheilded girl kept a tight grip on the arms of Lennon that where around her torso as they tryed to walk forwards more, the green polo-ed man stopping them in a harsh manner yet again.

"Y/n/n, what's Jane's thoughts on your close friendship with her boyfriend ?"

Lennon answered him before y/n could even react to the cruely toned and suggestive question.

"Mate I said go fuck yourself, get lost."

The pair barged pass the reporters and marched down the street, Lennon pratically dragging y/n with him.

They scurried into the black cab with grimaces on their faces, Lennon still in disgust at what that man had asked his bestfriend and y/n's just resting like that as her eyes readjusted to the natural lighting.

"Don't forget that we're having tea at my dad's tommorrow night, Molly wants to meet Jane but I don't trust her and dad in public, don't want them to embarrass her infront of a bunch of strangers who'll run to the Daily Mail."

She found it difficult to hold in her snort of laughter as Lennon rolled his eyes. The last time Lennon had brought a girlfriend to tea to meet his dad's, well Liam wasn't so good at keeping his thoughts to himself. Y/n remembered the night fondly, in a fancy ass resteraunt whilst the latest blonde cryed at how the 90s musician had interigated her on every subject you could think of.

"Half six ?"

"Quarter to seven. Don't be late."

He paused for a second, adding an important few words,

"or drunk."

She just rolled her eyes, opening up the new iphone to capture a side portrait picture of Lennon for her insta story.

masterlist / part four

#fem!reader #gene gallagher x reader #lennon gallagher x reader #platonic!gene gallagher x reader #platonic!lennon gallagher x reader #platonic!lennon gallagher x fem!reader #platonic!gene gallagher x fem!reader #taylor!reader #oasis #nepotism

[loverrrgirl]

KISMET- Austin Butler x reader- PART 10

Warnings: this is where the reallllll good setup starts. No warnings yet but I’m drooling thank u.

I’ve never written a fic before so any feedback, comments, etc are super helpful for me! Be nice to me tho.

Here’s the masterlist

I’ll cry that I’m not Stella.

Stella's Point of View

The Uber picked me up not too long after I sat on the bench in front of the hospital. A red mustang pulled up and I checked the plates against my app to make sure I wasn't about to get myself kidnapped.

There was an older man in the driver seat. Maybe in his later 60s. He introduced himself as Miguel and told me if I wanted to sit in the back seat I was welcome to fold the seat and climb back but it may be more comfortable here in the front seat. I opted for the front seat so I didn't feel squished.

The entire drive down was sweet. We laughed, he told me about his grandchildren, we sang oldies at the top of our lungs. This had to have been the most memorable Uber ride I'd ever had.

Except for the drive with Austin. I guess he doesn't count as an Uber though. He wouldn't be thrilled I was in this car right now.

But he'd never know and that made me sad, then made me smirk thinking about what he'd have to say about it. Oh well.

It didn't seem like long before Miguel pulled up my driveway and carried my bags to the door for me. I tipped him well and gave him a hug.

"Thank you Miguel. It's been a hard week and this was one of the highlights of it. I hope you have a great day!" I smiled as he walked back to his car.

Once I was inside, I brought my suitcases in to my room. My parents didn't change it yet since I moved out. It probably felt too soon.

I left some of my favorite clothes here because the season wasn't right for them in New York. After I showered, I ransacked my closet. Although there was no reason for me to get dressed up to hang out at the hospital all night, I missed my things. Cute and casual. That's what we were going for. I also wanted to feel like a human again. Not just a girl who only owns leggings.

I found a pair of black ripped mom jeans. I remembered how often I wore them before I left for New York. For some reason I thought I'd never wear jeans again once I took a dive into the chic professional style world I'd need for my job. Boy was I wrong. And I missed these.

I threw them on, along with a cropped, long sleeved, black button up cardigan with nothing underneath. I left the top button open, to give it some edge. Or some cleavage. Whatever you wanted to call it. I look fucking cute.

After I styled my hair and put some of that trusty waterproof mascara on, I dug out my favorite oversized denim jacket. I found my pastel pink and white checkered slip on vans and was re living my casual style dreams.

I had a little bit of time so I decided to go on a bike ride just to look at the water. I'd have to lay on the sand a different day. I checked my weather app and had just enough time before it started drizzling again.

The weather has really been fitting my mood lately.

The whole time I rode I thought about how I should have left Austin with my phone number. I could have left a piece of paper in his car. It would have been so easy.

I really missed my shot there. Woof.

Once I got back home, I grabbed my toiletries bag and some fresh clothes and jammies and headed to the garage to get my car.

Good ol' Matilda.

I named her Matilda when I my parents gifted her to me for my 16th birthday. A black Lexus IS 350. I named her Matilda because, well, she was magical. I got in my car and mindlessly drove through streets that were starting to feel less familiar to me. I grew up in this house my entire life. And I didn't think I'd start losing the street familiarity so soon after moving. It had only been 6 months.

I finally pulled in to the parking lot. Even though there was some cloud cover and  a light sprinkle, you could tell we were getting to that point in the day where the sun is slightly less bright but not setting yet. Not quite dusk, but the sun was thinking about it.

I grabbed my bags and got out of my car. I was thinking about what I could order for dinner even though I definitely could have just gone and picked something up on my way. 

I was so lost in thought, I almost didn't move out of the way for someone walking in the opposite direction. "Sorry about that" I said with my head still down in thought and kept walking.

I was nearly half way to the door when I felt a firm hold on my wrist.

What the fuck.

As I hesitantly turned around I heard "Stella." In a  low, almost raspy voice. My stomach turned in to knots immediately. I hadn't even seen him yet and I knew. My knees started to feel weak.

I turned and looked up at him immediately after hearing my name. "Austin?" I whispered. I couldn't get it to come out any louder than that. I was surprised I could speak at all. His blue eyes burned in to mine.

He looked down at my hand and realized he was still tightly holding on to my wrist. "I'm sorry to scare you but I said your name and you didn't hear me." He said, releasing my arm to rub his thumb across his bottom lip.

"I must have been lost in thought. What are you doing here? Is everything okay?" I asked, concerned he was here visiting someone. The thought that he might be here to see me hadn't crossed my mind yet.

"Everything is good now that I've found you." He said to me with that smoldering look he does so well. It wasn't just an on camera thing. And those baby blues were searing right through me. I looked at him, unsure what he meant by his words. I was taken aback. "You uh- left your sweater in my car. I wanted to make sure you got it back." He continued.

My eyes lit up. "My sweater! I was looking for it. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to leave it. It's my favorite sweater!" I exclaimed as I pulled it out of his hands and into my clutches. "Thank you Austin. You really didn't have to drive all this way to bring it to me though."

"I know." He said. His direct eye contact was simultaneously giving me butterflies and making me feel nervous. Not because he scared me. But I was nervous to feel this way about someone like him. I realized I didn't have a choice in the matter. I was drawn to him like a magnet. And I felt on fire.

"You look beautiful tonight." He said with that smile he gets when he talks about something he's passionate about.

Wait. He's talking about me while he looks like that? Fuck. This can't be happening.

"Oh yeah, I don't look like 7am emergency flight across the country today." I chuckled. "Thank you Austin. You look very nice today as well." And boy was I feeling nervous now.

"No, you were beautiful then too." He said with that smirk he does. And the light in his eyes was dancing around. I couldn't tell what he was thinking but I liked it. And I wanted more of it.

I looked down, feeling slightly bashful. He really knew how to make me blush and he didn't even say anything blush worthy.

"Did you have a decent birthday then?" he asked me.

I had honestly forgot it even was my birthday a few days ago.

"Oh. I honestly didn't even think about it being my birthday. I don't think anyone even remembered, given the circumstances though it's okay. Being here is gift enough." I said with a hint of sadness.

This would be a birthday to remember that's for sure. I can't even believe he remembered. The flight attendant mentioned it at the beginning of our flight 4 days ago and he still knew.

"I get that. I wish the circumstances were different for you. Can I make it up to you? Take you to dinner?" He asked me. And although he was nervously fidgeting with that ring he wears on his pinky, he never lost eye contact with me.

Take me? To dinner? To celebrate my birthday? Fucking pinch me.

"Oh. I uh, I would really enjoy that actually." I said looking up at him with mostly just my eyes. He was also nearly a foot taller than me.

"Great. Give me your phone." He said. He didn't ask. And I handed my phone right to him, no questions asked. I wanted to make his every wish my command in that moment. He added himself as a contact and handed it back. "When I was upstairs talking with your mother, I realized I didn't even know how to address her. So let's start over. Hi, I'm Austin. Butler." He held his hand out to me to shake it. I was giggling. How cheesy. But god damn, so cute.

"Stella. Porter." I replied while grabbing his hand to shake it back. He grabbed my hand lightly, and pulled it up to his lips. He didn't stop looking right at me. He gave my hand a gentle kiss. And he slowly brought my hand back down.

Shut the fuck up. This isn't real.

"Nice to officially meet you Stella Porter. Is tomorrow alright for dinner?" He asked in his low, quiet voice.

"Tomorrow is great" I replied. Stunned. Shook. Deceased.

"I'll pick you up at 6." He said, smirking.

"Okay. Yeah. Um. Maybe from my house? I don't have the things to get ready for that here." I said, timidly. I wasn't sure if I was asking too much.

"I'll be there. Text me the address. Goodnight Stella." He said to me with a wink. And just like that, he turned around and walked back to his car.

I think I'll go throw up now. Wait. HE TALKED TO MY MOTHER?

#austin butler #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fluff #austin butler smut #austin butler x reader #austin butler elvis #angst with a happy ending

[hyperfixatinglove]

adoration + darling with Zeus 💕💖

adoration — how would your f/o speak about you to someone else?

The only person Zeus would even think to speak about me is Dana. He trusts her completely so telling her about me is fathomable to him.

However, Zeus is not chatty guy. He keeps his thoughts close and his feelings closer. He doesn't gush about me without prompts or questions, he can be obvious in how he stares at me for so long Dana lifts her head from her laptop to notice his brother is still staring at me, minutes or hours later.

I'm only saying it's Dana who would ask Zeus if he's in love with me and mention somehow sarcastically how much time he has devoted to looking at me.

Zeus always answers by short, blunt statements, so Dana really has to dig and ask questions until he even starts describing how and what he feels. And her questions can't be vague either or Zeus will just refuse to answer by being silent.

But once those walls are down? Once Dana can get him to talk? He won't stop. He dares not to think what he's saying, out loud, to his own sister, in that moment, which is probably the most vulnerable moment he has had. He just talks, describes how meeting me felt, how desperately he needs me to by his side, how this feeling he's feeling is consuming him from the inside and he doesn't even care. He can't bring himself to care since this is the most alive he has felt since he found Dana.

How horrified he is, of what he is, how he could hurt me so easily, to resist the urge to actually consume me because then I'd be part of him, I'd be him, I'd be with him for eternity like he so desperately desires but to hear the last screams of my existence and agony inside his head for all that eternity? It scares him.

How agonizing it is to be so far from me, to try to keep safe distance because if he spends too much time around me military might get interested again and hunt him down again.

He tells her how he'd tear entire NY apart for me, extinguish the whole USA military for me, he'd be my own personal weapon to manipulate and use if I so wanted.

He fears what Dana will answer so he doesn't stop until he's spoken every thought he has had on me. Well, not every thought as some are spicy.

I think Dana would be shocked, at first. His brother was never chatterbox, so hearing such long monologue from him is already surprising, then add the fact he's basically gushing how deeply and fucked up in love he is must be quite the experience.

Dana does answer gently, but she will tease him.

darling — what outfits would you both wear on a date? feel free to show pics!

I definitely would wear sweater & skirt combo I'm obsessed. Pink or brown sweater paired denim skirt and some cute black boots.

When summer I would instead put on crop top & denim skirt or one of my summer dresses.

Zeus would just rock his normal hoodie & leather jacket with denim jeans combo it's iconic to me & I imagine he's most comfortable in them. He'd switch around the hoodie color from gray, but apart from that no changes.

Summertime I think Zeus would ditch the hoodie, since I would ask him oh so nicely to see him without the hood on. He's not parting with the leather jacket. Otherwise he has the same outfit.

Can Zeus even be cold? Can he even get hot? Prototype story seems to happen in fall or even winter, judging by the leaves on trees being brown & the fact that Alex who Zeus molded himself after is wearing layers like hoodie, leather jacket & shirt do suggest it's cold outside. Zeus clothing isn't real after all so it could be he can't feel or be cold. So most likely he would just do that to please me & blend in with civilians.

#again im sorry for losing the question and just doing Zeus Analysis #letters of love #you consume all of me #not his creator

[furanzu]

bakugo. just bakugo.

jk it's bakugo inspired by keith kogane from vld! (don't know why i did that tbh)

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[astaroth1357]

The Brothers Reacting to Being Forced to Swap Clothes

So… Weird kinda meta idea, but hear me out. Getting this out before the event starts because I don't want my first impressions to be ruined!! 😣

Intro:

Devs: Okay guys, we got the new event planned, and we're doing outfit options again.

Belphie: *lifts head off table* Ugh, really? That's always too much work…

Levi: Please don't make me a giraffe again… Can't I be something cool…?

Satan: Are we doing more literary inspirations? Because I can think of an excellent period piece that-

Devs: Nope. We're swapping your clothes.

Brothers: ….

Mammon: ...What?

Devs: *pulls out a bowl full of papers* Everybody, draw lots then strip.

Asmo: *panicking* Hold on, we're not even the same size!!

Beel: Can we go to lunch soon?

Devs: Yep, just grab a slip.

Beel: Okay… *reaches out*

Asmo: BEEL NO!!!

The rest is history.

Lucifer 

… Do you know how hard it was for him to fit into Mammon's signature jacket? It was like trying to squeeze through a toilet paper tube… How is Mammon so strong but still that skinny??

His brothers honestly thought he'd put up more of a fight, but he seems overall more amused by the venture… or he's livid and saving face by acting totally cool with it—one of the two. 🤷‍♀️

Has to move pretty carefully to keep from just decimating Mammon's clothes. That outfit is not going to stand a chance against his muscles, let me tell ya...

Mammon more or less pleads with him, beggar's hands and all, not to wreck his jacket because he's not going to be able to afford another… It's juuust cute enough for him to consider the request, but only barely. 

Mammon

Of course, Mammon would be the one to pull the short straw and get Lucifer… His outfit is just so… bulky. He can feel it literally weighing him down… 😥

However, that doesn't mean he's gonna wear the damn suit properly!

It irritates Lucifer to no end that he won't show his sense of style a little dignity and wear it right...

Cue about ten minutes of Lucifer trying to fix Mammon's tie before he just messes it back up again later out of defiance. He gives up eventually, but that just means that if he were to "accidentally" rip Mammon's expensive jacket, he's not going to feel too bad about it. 🤷‍♀️😌

Leviathan 

NO Satan, he's going to wear BOTH sleeves like a normal person! Deal with it!!

But then he saw himself in the mirror, and he was mortified… He looked like a total normie! A NORMIE!!

Argued until he was blue in the face to keep his headphones. If he couldn't hold onto his buttons, they could at least give him something; otherwise, he'd want to vomit every time he looked in a mirror! 😫

At least Satan wears some pretty comfortable outfits… He can totally understand why he just sits around reading books all day. His sweater is soooft. He actually feels oddly relaxed in it too… Maybe he enchanted it at some point, who knows? 🤷‍♀️

Satan

… His left arm cannot be contained. It's his punching arm, sorry Asmo.

Didn’t stop Asmo from fussing incessantly for him to just put the damn sleeve on, but he would NOT relent! No amount of begging will sway him on this.

Thankfully the two of them are pretty close to the same size, so he doesn't have to worry about moving around under a tent of fabric... Who knows how well he'd manage in Beel's outfit?

He is also incredibly thankful he wasn't stuck wearing Lucifer's suit... He might have just argued to go naked instead. Event or no, he'd give Lucifer that satisfaction over his dead body! 😤

Asmodeus 

This is a total NIGHTMARE!!!

WHY does Levi have to wear such tacky outfits?? Not even he can make his body look appealing all wrapped up in This. Much. Lame!! 😫

Had a blowout with Levi over trying to make alterations to his jacket, too. The snakey boy refused to let him take off any buttons or make some form-fitting alterations…

For the first time in his life, he has resigned himself to looking like a 7 or 8 instead of a 10… He's going to have to reaaally work it in the face this time... Thanks a lot, Levi... 😖

Beelzebub 

The twins haven't switched clothes like this in a while… He thinks it's kind of nostalgic, really. 🤷‍♀️

Good thing Belphie always wears stuff that's nearly too big for him anyway, so Beel doesn't have to squeeze into it much. Everybody knows he'd never fit into Asmo's clothes… 😖

Of course, now that he's in a white shirt, he has to try REALLY hard not to spill anything… He doesn't want to mess up Belphie's clothes on accident... 😣 (Not that the lazy boy would really care, but you know.)

Is just as perplexed as everybody else on what those zippers are for, though. He's never actually questioned it until now… Why does Belphie need an optional crop top...? Got to wonder...

Belphegor 

He likes baggy clothes, and he likes Beel, so there's absolutely wrong with this arrangement as far as he’s concerned. 🤷‍♀️

His only real problem is the choker because it's kind of hard to sleep in, so he's got to loosen that up some...

The sleeves maaaay also be a problem because he has to constantly push them back up, but hey, that can be solved by just not using his arms much, right? Sounds like a good excuse for more napping. 😌

Pretty much treats Beel's jacket like a new blanket and loves it. Everybody else is just whining for no reason; he thinks this event is the best. Fight him.

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[yeonjunsgoodgirl]

Eclipse

Chapter one: at first sight

Tamaki Amajiki x reader

Attention: this isn't a one-shot, but a story with chapters. I'll post one chapter every week!

You can also find this story on wattpad.

«GET OUT OF MY WAY, YOU BASTARD HALF AND HALF! PISS OFF!»

Y/N turned, her right eyebrow arched while was looking at her friend. «What do you want, Bakugou?»

   «I wasn't speaking with you, but with Shoto!» he screamed again, looking almost possessed.

She grabbed her twin by the sleeve of his uniform, pulling him aside to let the blonde boy pass by and enter the class first.

   «Remind me how did you become his friend?» Shoto asked with his usually serious expression.

   «Don't ask. I don't know either.» she just answered, entering the class.

She took her seat, which was not so far from Shoto's at the bottom of the class. She was just like her twin, at least physically: hair half white and half red, an eye light blue and the other one brown, but without the big scar on her left eye. However she had a little one on her right cheekbone. It happened when she tried to help her brother the day their mother threw the boiling hot water to him. Some of that splashed, hitting her and leaving that little scar.

She was a little bit shorter than Shoto, maybe around 5'6". But their personality was different; Y/N used to show her emotions, her feelings unlike her brother. She didn't care about their father, or better, she couldn't stand him due to his behavior, nevertheless she wasn't moved by grudge and anger like Shoto. She just used not to consider Endeavor.

   «You should be more talkative and make some friends in this class...» she whispered, looking at her brother. Shoto hadn't integrate himself with the rest of the class yet. He preferred always stay aside and usually alone. The same was for Y/N at the beginning of the school, not wanting to leave her twin alone, but day by day, she'd become friend with Jirou and Mina, then with Kirishima, who introduced her to Bakugou and Kaminari, but Shoto kept going to be alone. Such a stubborn brother sometimes.

   «I don't care.» he just answered, making her snort.

Y/N didn't care about what Endeavor did to her, but she kind hated him into her heart's depths to what he did to Shoto. She hated him because her twin lost his happiness, never being able to get back what he had lost in his childhood. He was like an adult into a teenager boy.

   «Get your hero costumes. We'll meet at Ground Beta.» said professor Aizawa, catching their attention. «Today, training.»

Y/N stood up, catching the small suitcase containing her hero costume. It was different from Shoto's. Her costume wasn't planned considering just the ice quirk. She had red shorts, comfortable and fireproof, black long boots –till half thigh-, a red crop top and a black short-sleeved jacket.

   «Hey Y/N!» Mina called her with energy as always. «Wanna team up if we'll do a team training?!»

Mina has always been kind with her.

«Yeah of course! We're probably going to-» she was cut off, crashing against someone in the hallway towards the exit. Y/N rubbed her forehead for some seconds before looking up to see who's the person she crashed against. In front of her there was a boy, taller than her. His face was a bit covered by the dark purple hair, but she could notice the red on his cheeks and the way his eyes were trying to avoid hers. He was fuckin' cute, but she could bet she had never seen him before; perhaps the boy was a senior.

   «I'm so sorry, I had to pay attention-»

   «F-forget about i-it...» he quickly said, walking away at a fast pace.

She followed him with her eyes, being a little bit confused, then looking at the boy's friend, still in front of Mina and her. «D-did I say something wrong?» she asked worried.

The boy with blond hair and a tuft upwards smiled politely shaking his head. «No, you didn't. Forgive Tamaki please, he's just too shy to talk with anyone, don't even mention pretty girls...»

   «Oh...» she whisper, looking down and shifting foot to foot.

   «Don't worry. Anyway, I'm Mirio Togata, nice to meet you.» the boy said, bowing slightly.

She quickly did the same, introducing herself. «I'm Todoroki Y/N. she's my friend Mina.»

   «See you around girls, have a nice lesson!» he greeted them, following his friend, disappeared along the hallway by now.

   «Pretty~» she said nudging her a little, a naughty smile on her face.

   «Which one?» asked Y/N, walking quickly once she realized they were late because of that little 'accident'.

   «The one you crashed with!» she exclaimed enthusiastic.

   «Yeah...pretty.»

*

    «Tamaki? Hey, Earth to Tamaki!»

Mirio made a little paper ball, throwing it to his friend who was sitting in front of him. The professor wasn't arrived yet, and he absolutely wanted to ask something to Amajiki.

The poor boy jump in fright when the sheet paper hit his head, waking him up from his thoughts. Mirio noticed he was really, really absent during the last lessons' hours. As if he wasn't able to focus.

   «What's wrong, Mirio?» he asked quietly.

   «You're lost! I mean, you always seem lost, but now you really are!» he said, pointing at him, that smile never left his lips. «What's wrong? You're overthinking!»

   «I-I am not...» he whispered, avoiding his gaze.

Mirio knew him very well and he knew there was something on his mind for sure. He was too lost, it wasn't like always, when he seemed not interest in something, this time it seemed more like he was lost because he was interest in something...or someone. Mirio opened his eyes wide, thinking about it: someone.

   «Wait! You thinking about Y/N?!» he exclaimed standing up swiftly. Mirio moved from his desk, encircling Tamaki's and stopping in front of him with a huge smile on his lips.

   «Who?»

   «Y/N! the girl who got against you before!» Mirio clarified, remembering they'd introduced themselves when his friend was gone.

Tamaki seemed lighting up a bit. «Is her name Y/N?»

   «Yeah, she's Todoroki's sister. Endeavor's daughter.»

Hearing those words, Tamaki's face became darker. She was Endeavor's daughter...her father was the hero number two in the whole Japan. What kind of possibilities he had?

    «Tamaki? Ta-ma-ki!» the blonde guy waved his hands in front of his eyes, trying to waking him up from his paranoias.

   «I'm not thinking about Y/N anyway.» he tried to close the discussion quickly, but Mirio wasn't the person who gave up.

   «C'mon, just tell me! She's pretty and seems really, really kind.» he smiled. «You've never tried to have a girlfriend, giving up still before even try! C'mon man, just try to become her friend...maybe then you could have the chance to ask her a date!»

   «You're going crazy. How am I supposed to do all of this? I'm not comfortable making friends, you know I'm too introvert.»

   «And what if she'll do the first move?»

   «Then I'll think about it.»

Mirio brusted into a laugh. «You just admitted you were thinking about her.» he said, making his friend become redder and redder for the shame and embarrassment.

Tamaki thought she was just beautiful. She was younger than him, but seemed so mature and 'older' than her classmates. He'd never thought about a girlfriend, actually he'd never taken interesting in them, convincing himself he wouldn't be able to do the first move, thinking about himself as too pathetic and less than what a girl would expect.

Little did he knew how wrong was he. 

NEXT CHAPTER NEXT WEEK!

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[fanwarriorfictions]

One-

A Stranger Things 2 Fanfic

Chapter Two: Trick or Treat, Freak

   Halloween, Phina's favorite day of the year. She already had her costume laid out for tonight, last night, this year, she was going as a witch. She just couldn't wait. She had agreed to go Tina's party tonight, after a little persuasion from Nancy, her original plan was to go hangout with Jonathan and the kids, but, she had a feeling that he'd show up anyway.

Since the high school didn't allow costumes, Phina decided to go a little all out with makeup. She had a dark red smoky eye, and matte black lipstick. She wore a black crop top the created an upside down star on her chest with her leather jacket thrown over it and black skinny jeans, if she couldn't wear her costume to school, she would get as close as she possibly could to it during the day.

As she walked down the stairs she heard her mother pestering Mike with photos. She let out a chuckle when she heard Mike groan.

"All right that's the last one," he tells Karen.

"No, just one more," she tells him, "come on, please?"

Phina gets to the bottom of the stairs and turns to look at them, smiling widely at her little brother. He looked cute in his little Ghost Buster outfit.

"Oh Phina! Come stand next to Mike," Karen orders her.

Phina doesn't argue with her, skipping over towards Mike. He looks at her outfit and shakes his head.

"What," she asks him with a little smile.

"Don't you think that's a little," Mike ponders, "revealing?"

Phina laughs, "oh don't you go all over protective brother on me."

He smiles at her and they hear the click of the camera. Phina smiles widely and pulls Mike into her side suddenly, causing him to laugh as he almost falls over. Karen takes another picture of the siblings, laughing.

Mike tries to find his balance again, "can I go to school?"

"Ok, wait," Karen holds up the camera again.

Mike gives her an exasperated look. Phina smirks at him, pinching his side so he jumps, laughing. Click.

The picture is Karen's favorite, Mike and Phina we're looking at each other, laughing, Mike holding his side where Phina pinched him. It was the perfect picture.

-

   When Phina got to school, she got more stares than usual. Underneath the heavy weight of their eyes, she did not buckle, she held her head high, even more confident. As she passed by, boys would stare at her, and girls would glare. She was the freak of Hawkins, an outcast, a loner, but no one could say she wasn't attractive, no one.

   As she passed by him, Billy looked her up and down multiple times, ignoring the girl he was with at the moment. If she wasn't already on his list of girls he wanted to get with, she was now, and she was definitely at the top.

   On the other side of the parking lot, Steve leaned against his car, glaring at every boy in sight. His anger rises up significantly when Billy lays his eyes on her, and he almost wants to go over to her and zip up her jacket, but he knew that would get him to the nurses office faster than he could even blink, or even to the morgue.

   Billy pushed off of his car, leaving the girl he was with, he had already forgotten her name, to walk up to Phina. He got up next to her and reached to put his arm around her shoulder.

   "I'll rip your arm out of its socket if you touch me," she said, not even turning her gaze towards him.

   "Hm, fiery, I like it," Billy smirks, letting his arm fall down to his side.

   "If you like fiery, I'll set you on fire, now leave me alone," she snaps, stopping to turn and glare at him.

   "Now why would I want to do that," he smirks, looking down quickly and back up, "when I could stay here and admire those curves you got showin' there."

   His eyes, again, go down to her chest, then her waist, slowly coming back up to her eyes. When he does, he's met with her emerald eyes glowing in rage, a living fire lit inside of them. It unnerved him, his smirk faultering.

   "Listen here asshole, I'm not some easy chick that'll let you get into my pants with some lewd complement about my body," she growls, "if you want that, go find Carol."

   Billy steadies himself, regaining his confidence, "you're right, you're not easy, but I'm a guy that's always up for a challenge."

   Phina steps a little closer to him, "I'm not some prize to be won."

   "I'd say you're a prize, especially in those jeans," he licks his lips.

   Phina's glare deepens again, her fists clenched, her nails digging into her palm. Her eyes began to glow, the golden circle around her pupils brightening a little. Billy felt heat start to radiate off of her.

   "Fine Hargrove, if you want me, come and get me, but I can guarantee you will come back in a body bag," she basically spits at him, the air around her growing warmer.

   Suddenly, she's being pulled away, by none other than Steve Harrington. Billy, stood completely shell shocked, her threat hitting him deeply. He knew she meant it, and something told him, she could very well kill him.

   "Let me go Harrington," she snapped.

   Steve glares at her, "once you cool off you hot head."

   He puts emphasis on the word hot, her powers. Her temper was triggering her fire, and the entire school almost just got a show. She lets Steve drag her off towards the school. People parting ways to let them through. He held strong onto her bicep, not trusting her to walk on her own, not trusting that she might go actually kill Hargrove. He finds an empty classroom, and pulls her inside quickly. Once the door is shut and locked, he lets go.

   "What was that," Steve asks her incredulously.

   Phina's temper flares again, "I don't like be looked at like a piece of meat waiting to be eaten."

   He gives her a look, "why didn't you just walk away?"

   It's her turn to give him a look, "I don't walk away from a fight, you know that better than anyone else Harrington."

   He nods, his eyes traveling down to her clenched fists, "shit Phina! You are bleeding!"

   She jumps a little when he shouts, looking down at her hands, slowly starting to feel the pain in them. There was dried blood on her fingers.

   Steve grabs her left hand and slowly pulls her fingers open, stopping when she winces. Four little cuts now adorned her palm. The bleeding had stopped by now, the little wounds beginning to scab over already.

   "Holy shit Phina," Steve whispers, "wait here."

   He gently lets go of her hand, turning towards the door and rushing out. She still feels the warmth of his hands on hers. She sits on the counter, and crosses her legs, waiting for Steve to get back like he told her to do.

   When he does, he holds a wet paper towel and a few dry ones. He doesn't say a word, just holds out his hand towards her. She lifts up her hand and he gently grabs it, bringing the wet towel up to clean the blood off her fingers, and then moving towards the actual wounds. He touches the towel to the first little cut and she hisses in pain.

   "Sorry," he whispers.

   She shakes her head, "it's ok, just a little sting."

   He continues to clean the wound, apologizing every time she winced, which resulted in her telling him to stop apologizing while chuckling at him. He switches to the other hand and repeats the whole process.

   "I can't help it," he laughs, "I don't like hearing you in pain."

   She falters a little bit, not ready for that answer, looking down at her lap. He falters too, an awkward silence falling over them. This was new to them, the friendly conversation. They had always been at each other's throats all the time, and now? Everything had changed, feelings developed.

   "You still have that," he asks.

   Phina looks up at him, "what?"

   He points to the base of her neck, underneath her dramatic Witchy necklace, where the emerald flame sat, "that, you still have it? I would have though you would have thrown it away."

   She reached up and grabs it, a small smile lighting up her face, "no, I actually like it, a lot. I haven't taken it off since I opened the box."

   "Really," he asks, actually surprised.

   "Yeah," she whispers, looking down again.

   Her hair falls in front of her face. She twirls the charm between her fingers, keeping her eyes down so that they won't meet his. He almost lifts his hand, to push her hair back, to lift her face so he can see her again, but one thought stops him in his tracks. Nancy.

   The bell rings and Steve takes a step away from her, finally aware of how close he had been standing to her. She looks up at him, her emerald eyes for once, not fiery. They were calm, and for the first time, he sees past the fire. The gold is no longer the burning fire, but a ray of morning sunlight. Inside the emerald, just outside of the gold, little specks of blue water shimmer in the sunlight. The emerald was not a fire, but a summer forest, dark and light, warm and cold, ever changing. Then, surrounding it all, was a thin circle of the night sky.

   "We should get to class," she whispers, wanting to squirm under his heavy gaze.

   "Yeah," he whispers back, "we should."

   Then, reality came back, and she knew, they would act as if this conversation never happened. That they had not spent minutes gazing at each other, analyzing each other's features. No, they would go back to glares and hateful words, to hide. To hide the feelings that they shouldn't feel, but do.

-1690 words-

A little Steve and Phina moment for you guys. Again, very oc chapter, but once we get to the Halloween party, we'll see more of the canon stuff. I promise.

-Morgan

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