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beababoobies · 1 month

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this is an embarrassing ask but can u write sir pentious x succubus reader headcanons, sorry if this lacks any detail im gathering dust from sir pentious x reader stuff 😪 its okay if u dont wanna and/or aren't comfortable with it.

giggles maliciously. why yes. yes I can, lovey. SIR PENT X SUCCUBUS!READER HCS

the normal warnings you’ll find under a succubus-centric post. minors dni, cvm eating, cvm-centric (LOLLL)

✖️You had decided… finally, to become a better person. You couldn’t stay down here forever, and you honestly… had a guilty conscience from how many sinners thought you were in love with them after using them. So this.. hotel it was.

✖️In fact - you might’ve even liked it here. The people were so sweet, some even kind of.. hot, thought you brushed that out of your mind. Life was easier in here.

✖️Or so you thought. See, a succubus can only go so long without a fresh batch of food. And after a week? You were starving. You couldn’t sleep that night, curled up in on yourself, whining softly as your body begged and writhed for someone to milk dry. Slick ran down your thighs, you were drooling so much, so painfully ready to pray on a tired honey sinner.

✖️So that’s why; when a certain snake boy you had been not-so-secretly crushing on came to your door in the middle of the night quietly asking you to let him help you, despite your protests, you pushed away your pride and pounced on him.

✖️There wasn’t a single moment spent wasted on foreplay, or teasing, he was already hard, both of his cocks were - at the sight of you shaking and whining, trying not to drool all over the floor. So when his cocks spring out, you wasted no time going to work on them with your mouth.

✖️Lucky for you, double the cocks meant double the cum. As soon as he whined and grabbed a fistful of your hair, you knew you had him. Swallowing everything his first cock gave you graciously, feeling that pleasureful and warm sensation in your gut of finally being fed, you let out a satisfied sigh as you pulled your mouth from his cock, now dripping with drool, and went straight for the other before he could protest.

✖️As soon as you were done pulling cum from him with your mouth, you practically pounced on top of him. Whines of “I-i’m still ssssensitive, my dear-“ made you practically delirious. Like a starved man who has finally gotten his first take of a five-star meal, you used your hand to push his cocks together, and dropped down on them with an obscene squelch. ✖️And god, the stretch was something you had been craving since you first got down here. It was almost embarrasing how quickly you came, slick practically pouring down his bases as he whined beneath you, biting his lip like he might draw blood.

✖️”feels ‘s good baby, thank you for letting me milk you..” you drawled out as he whined and nodded frantically, hips bucking up into yours as you rode him, feeling your walls clench around his cocks was something he wouldn’t have imagined ever happening. He hadn’t even been with anyone since he’d gotten down here. So to watch a pretty succubus that he’d been obsessed with since the moment he’d seen her walk into the hotel bounce so greedily on him had him cumming almost immediately after you.

✖️Needless to say, he passed out under you. After five rounds, he was nearly shooting blanks inside of you, and you were deliriously full, tummy bulging ever so slightly at the amount of cum that has been shot inside you, ten big loads not or mention the ones you’d pulled from him with your mouth.. even just thinking about it made you feel hungry again. But you had been fed, and so you collapsed on top of him, cocks still nestled inside you, gently falling victim to slumber as his arms wrapped around you.

A/N: kekekekeke.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel #hellaverse #hazbin sir pentious #sir pentious #sir pentious x you #sir pentious x reader #snake man supremacy #AHHHHH #succubi #:3 heehee

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comfortbucky · 3 years

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best of both worlds- being roommates with civil war bucky and you promised to protect him and keep him safe and hes trying to deal with remembering who he is while at the same time discovering he has feelings for you -nick miller

bucky barnes = nick miller

hi bestie😁🤚ty for the request🤣🙏

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pairing: civil war!bucky x gender neutral! reader

A/N: civil war!bucky is something so ,, personal to me

i love him and all his softness

so pls enjoy this hc🥰

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u guys end up being roommates v unexpectedly

here’s how it happens

u run a lil’ fruit cart in bucharest

one day ur packing up shop for the day and a very scary man tries to rob u

he shoves u to the ground and is about to kick u so u shut ur eyes out of fear

but the kick never comes

and u open ur eyes to see the man passed out on the ground

u look up and see another man, standing, fists clenched by his sides

it’s bucky

u get up and thank him profusely, offering him to share a meal

he hesitates at first but eventually u convince him to follow u back to ur apartment

on the way u introduce urself and he does the same

“bucky? ur not from around here, are u?”

u see the fear in his eyes and immediately switch topics, not wanting to scare him off

during the meal, u realize he’s not much of a talker

but u have no problem with that, giving him ur whole life story

and bucky is invested, asking a couple questions every now and then

“u sell plums?”

“yeah! grow them all on my own too.”

bucky pauses before asking in the softest tone,

“can i buy some from u?”

u laugh and get up from the table to hand him a bag of fresh plums and he reaches in his pocket to pay

u swat his hand away as he hands u some cash

“they’re on the house, it’s the least i could do since u rescued me.”

when the night came to an end, u decided to order a taxi for bucky back to his place

he looks nervous when u ask him what his address is

bucky stares at the ground when he answers u

“i don’t have one.”

u immediately insist that he stay the night and he graciously accepts, sleeping on the couch

in the morning, u wake up to an empty couch and a note

ur stomach drops at the sight

“thank u for dinner and ur hospitality. - bucky”

for the next couple of days, u wonder when if u’ll see him again

ur working at ur stand again when u run into bucky and ur heart skips a beat

“those plums were some of the best i ever had.”

“there’s plenty more where those came from!”

while ur talking, an idea pops into ur head

“hey, do u still need a place to stay?”

bucky quietly nods

“u c-could live with me?”

bucky freezes and u mentally kick urself

“sorry, that was totally-“

“yes.”

and thus a beautiful relationship friendship forms

ur bond with bucky becomes stronger, spending almost every moment together

he helps u run ur street cart during the week and on the weekends, u show him around bucharest

there’s one night when u take him to a mini street fair and bucky’s face lights up seeing a street food that’s made out of sausage, reminding him of the hot dogs he and steve would eat at coney island

“one time, steve and i spent all of ur train money on hot dogs and had to hitchhike back home!”

u can’t help but feel a spark of joy inside u, learning more about bucky and where he came from

bucky is a big help when people try to barter and rip u off, becoming an intimidating figure in a second

but as soon as he looks at u, his features soften and he can’t help but smile

bucky starts to fall in love with u

he can’t help it

ur generous, sweet, and absolutely beautiful

which terrifies him

bc u still don’t know about his past, his real identity

and he knows that ur curiosity is getting the best of u when he’s helping u cook dinner one night

“how come ur hands are always cold?”

he freezes and mumbled something about having to go to the bathroom before walking away

u don’t ask again, realizing that he’s not ready to talk about it

but several days later, the two of u are strolling through the streets when bucky sees someone give him a suspicious look

he realizes that he has to tell u at some point, wanting u to hear it from him

he pulls u to the side, in an alley, and ur heart beat is racing

u had started to develop feelings for ur roommate

u couldn’t help it

it was because of how thoughtful he was, making breakfast for u on the weekends to let u sleep in and how he always helped bring ur cart up to ur apartment, never letting u help him out

“i have to tell u something.”

“okay.”

bucky pauses

“i’m a wanted criminal.”

u chuckled at first but when bucky’s face doesn’t change, u realize he’s serious

“the winter soldier, that’s- was, me”

bucky immediately breaks away from ur stare, waiting for u to run away screaming

but u don’t

u wrap ur arms around him and squeeze him tight

“ur just bucky to me.”

u pull back just enough to look him in the eyes

“we’ll figure this out together, i’ll keep u safe i promise.”

for a while, it’s just u, bucky, and ur fruit stand, and that’s enough for both of u

until ur running ur stand by urself, bucky wanting to walk around and do some grocery shopping

he came sprinting back, a frightened look in his eyes that u had never seen

and without him saying anything, u knew something was wrong

the two of u didn’t have time to pack up, bucky grabbing ur hand, dashing through the streets

he takes u to a park, u guys frequently visit on ur weekend strolls, pulling u behind some trees

“they’re coming for me, i don’t know how-“

u hold him in ur arms, running a hand through his hair to calm him down

once his breathing had slowed u pulled apart

“i’ll go back to get our getaway bags-“

“no. u stay here, i’ll get them.”

u shook ur head and started to walk off

“bucky, ur the one they’re after, let me go-“

bucky grabbed ur wrist and spun u around, pulling u close to his body and kissed u passionately

this was a kiss u had only read about in books or seen in movies

as u pulled apart from each other, resting ur foreheads together, bucky whispered softly

“i can’t let anything happen to u.”

u giggled

“i told u that i’d keep u safe, not the other way around.”

“u’ve kept me safe since u first took me in,” he chuckled

bucky placed a single finger under ur chin and tilted ur head up to kiss u softly on the lips

“and i’ll gladly spend the rest of my life repaying u for that.”

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toe-ruoikawa · 3 years

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summer loving- an oikawa x reader smau/classic fanfic ABANDONNED

3. The Diner

(y/n) runs - or, well, bikes - to the miyagi prefecture during summer break to escape her stifling family. while she's out in miyagi, she meets a cute boy named oikawa tooru.

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yeah, you loved suga's mom probably more than your own, but without suga there to actually create a bridge between the two of you, your conversations were dull and awkward, and you had left the house as soon as you thought she wouldn't mind.

for a few hours you had gone around the town, taking pictures of whatever seemed pretty to you. you had taken at least 50 by the time afternoon rolled around. that's kind of your thing; photos.

your camera roll was full of gorgeous landscapes-rolling hills and swaying trees, gigantic buildings and fluffy clouds, delicate flowers and creeping vines. it was a shame that you had lost some of your best shots when you had gotten rid of your old phone, but at least now you have a clean slate to fill all over again.

you're just finishing up a mini shoot of some train tracks when it hits you.

the single most delicious smell in the entire world hits your nose, and you almost black out it's so wonderful. it smells like frying oil and ice cream, and you almost cackle in glee because you had brought money for food and you just found the best place to spend it.

following your nose like a bloodhound, you start to walk past all the cute little buildings that had served as background for your railroad pictures. the smell keeps getting stronger, mixing and dividing into similar, more specific scents, like french fries and fried chicken. you feel your artist heart squeal with excitement as you round the corner on the block and find yourself in front of a cute American-themed diner.

the name of the restaurant is written over the door in fluorescent green lights, and there are similar signs hung in the windows of the diner. as the sky gradually darkens, you can tell that this is your photographer paradise. the booths in the diner are bustling with people who you swear are all smiling, and there's a bar where a few loners and couples sip at their extra thick milkshakes, with the overflow cup on the side. you haven't even set foot in the building and you could bet away your life's savings that the floors are checker tiled.

"ah," you don't even realize you've gone into the diner until the bell at the door jingles above your head, and you just gaze at it in dreamy shock. your feet are pulled to a red leather stool at the counter where you sit and swivel around a few times.

"what can i get to get you started?"

you swear you almost die when you see the outfit the waitress is wearing. the entire retro vibe of the restaurant has your artist heart weeping tears of bliss and the uniforms are just icing on the cake.

you order your favourite flavour of milkshake and a side of fries and then glance at your phone to see what you've missed from suga.

you don't really ever understand most of his vague volleyball tweets. from what you can gather, the team is a bunch of hooligan children that suga babysits, with the help of daichi, who you only know through suga's texts.

seeing as you don't even want to know what watermelon and hills have to do with volleyball camp, your thoughts drift to your other best friend, aki. you had blocked her with your new twitter account so there would be no chance of her stumbling across it, but you couldn't help but feel a wave of guilt as you look at her account. she's probably the closest thing you have to a sister, which is why you had to leave her behind, too.

sisters are lovely but they're also snitches.

you put your phone face down as the waitress from earlier reappears, setting down a plastic basket full of fries and a milkshake, as well as a large metal cup filled with refill milkshake. ah, the glory of retro american diners. you're about to dig in when the bell rings and you hear laughter from someone your age.

the idea that it could be someone that recognizes you jumps into your head and you spin around in your swivel stool so quickly that you almost launch yourself off of it. in your commotion your eyes lock onto the warmest brown eyes you’ve seen in your entire life and you swear time slows.

they belong to a cute brunette, who has come to the diner with a group of friends. he is quick to look away, playing it off like he had been glancing around the restaurant. he waves to the waitress, who smiles bashfully, and follows his friends to a booth table that you know by the way they are drawn to it is undeniable their booth.

the boy with the warm eyes does another sweep over the diner as his group settles down, and as the chocolate irises linger on you, you realize that you’ve been staring at him the whole time.

flustered and feeling heat rise to your face, you jerk yourself back around in the seat so you’re facing your meal and take a long sip of your milkshake. ignoring the sting in your skull from the sudden cold, you flip your phone around and quickly open your texts.

taking a deep breath and steeling yourself for the embarrassment you’re about to undergo willingly, you turn around in your swivel stool.

much to your bewilderment, the boy is already staring at you.

he waves at you and you freeze for a moment, taking in his dark hair and his huge, intelligent brown eyes that are gazing right back into yours, and then you offer him a small smile and meek wave of your own hand. the lazy smile that had stretched across his face brightens in return.

instead of earlier when he had entered the diner, now the boy seems content to keep eye contact with you, and, with each quickened beat of your heart, you feel yourself becoming more and more comfortable with his gaze in yours.

you almost start to daydream when one of his buddies elbows him, clearly jiving him by the way the other boys are laughing. he turns his attention to them exclaiming something you don’t hear that makes the booth burst out into raucous teenage guffaws.

coming to your senses, you’re certain your face must match the shade of red on the ketchup bottle that you clumsily dump on your fries. you shoot suga a few more texts, stuffing a handful of fries in your mouth to keep yourself from squealing.

the mere idea that this beautiful and pretty boy might even consider to be interested in you has your heart melting in purpley yellow puddles of pure simp essence and your brain turning into honey. you find yourself slurping down the rest of your milkshake in an attempt to beat back the steady blush that burns on the apples of your cheeks and the tips of your ears.

sadly, whenever you turn to look back at the booth the boys are eating in, he never has his attention turned on you. you know there’s a chance that you’re just not catching him at the right moments, but as his laughter continues fills the space throughout the evening, your certainty that your shared gaze was a one time occurrence grows.

eventually, disheartened and a tad embarrassed, you give up on trying to catch the boy’s attention again. you pay for your meal before going to the washroom.

when you return, the group had left. disappointed in yourself, you’re trudging over to the door when you notice a turquoise and white jacket laying in the seat of the booth.

“excuse me, but the group that was sitting here earlier just left, right?” you call out to the waitress that had served both you and the group.

“huh?” the waitress looks up from the table she’s wiping down. “oh, yeah. they’re gone. did matsukawa leave his jacket again?”

“yeah, i guess,” you shrug. an idea pops into your romance driven brain, and for once you don’t wave it away immediately. “if you don’t mind, i could run it out to him. i’m leaving anyways.”

“that’d be a big help, sweetie, thank you!” the waitress graciously accepts your offer and then turns back to the table she’s cleaning.

you’re exiting the diner with a ring of the bell overhead, turquoise and white track jacket in hand with the words ‘aoba johsai’ printed on the back, when you stumble into a wall of warm fabric.

“woah there!” the voice you’ve been tuned to for the past hour replies, and the cute boy’s grabbing your shoulders gently to steady you. you gaze up into the calf’s eyes that you had been so fixated earlier, and they focus back on you for a brief moment, before trailing to the jacket in your arms. “oh, look! you’ve got mattsun’s jacket.”

“oh, yeah, here,” you hand the boy the jacket, only now realizing how much he towers over you in such close proximity. despite how that thought makes your heart race, you jump at the chance to get to know the boy a bit more. “so you’re not matsukawa, then?”

he laughs, not unpolitely, throwing his head back the slightest bit. “no, i’m oikawa tooru.” he fixes you with a sunny smile, like you’ve surprised him in the best way possible, and it’s like you’ve never realized how gorgeous a smile could be.

“(l/n), (y/n),” you grin back. “so oikawa-san, what’re doing here coming back for a jacket that’s not even yours?” on the inside, you’re practically screaming; when did you become so bold?

“well,” his grin turns sheepish. “i meant to ask you for your number earlier but iwa-chan kept breaking my train of thought, so i figured i could try again now.”

“oh, thank god you’re asking,” you let a sigh of relief as you pull out your phone. “i wanted to ask you earlier, too, but i chickened out.”

the two of you exchange phones and enter your numbers in a new contact, while oikawa makes a little joke about your default wallpaper, which you laugh a little too hard at.

“let’s go out sometime this week!” oikawa says as his words of parting, and you hum in agreement, waving goodbye.

once you’re far away enough from oikawa, you check your phone as if making sure the contact is real. you giggle once you realize what he’s put as his name. maybe this summer won't be so bad after all.

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hold-my-hand-kuroo · 4 years

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A Bouquet For You || 02 - Carnation

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The next morning is exactly what you feared. You wake up late, missing the three alarms that you had set for yourself, and after some deliberation, you decide to go without breakfast. Not your best idea, but between being late on your first day or a hearty meal, you’d choose the former any day. First impressions were important.

“Are you sure you’re not going to eat?” Kenma asks, watching you fumble around with your shoes at the doorway. “Or actually, where are you even going this early?”

“Work. First day,” you say hurriedly. Turning the doorknob, you turn back to give him a quick wave or something similar to it. “See you. I’ll be back later tonight.”

“B-bye?” he responds like a question. After all, Kenma still doesn’t understand why you’re conversing with him like a real person. The feeling of living with someone after so long feels foreign, and he’s continuously caught by surprise with your behavior. Even a rush, you still poured a glass of milk for him, forgetting that spirits don’t need calcium for strong bones. He drank it nonetheless, being very confused.

Work is exactly what you had imagined it to be. Hell. Within your very first hour, you’re bombarded with new tasks and papers. “Experience is key,” your supervisor had said, but between the directions being fired at you and more coworkers just giving you endless stacks of files, you quickly are at a loss for what to do. Between flipping through the manual and managing your work properly, you find yourself already utterly exhausted by lunch break.

Lunch break. That was your next problem. Nobody wanted to involve themselves with the new, troublesome rookie, leaving you to eat on your own, albeit quickly, because you wanted to get things done.

“D-do you mind if I sit here with you?” a small, shaky voice stammers. You look up from scrolling through your phone to see a short, blonde woman. She grips tightly at her lunch bag, eyes quivering. “You don’t have to let me, though! I don’t want to be too pushy!”

“I don’t mind!” you answer kindly, offering the chair next to you. You watch as the woman of nerves shakily takes the spot. “Actually, thanks for offering. I was worried that I was going to have a hard time getting along with other people.”

“It’s always hard on the first day. I’ve been here for a few months, and it’s still really difficult for me!” she agrees. She seems more relaxed, shoulders going down slightly. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, the woman opens her lunch before jolting upright. “I’m sorry! I never introduced myself. I’m Yachi Hitoka!”

You vaguely remember her name, and you realize that it’s the person whose desk is right next to you. You’re embarrassed, to say the least, realizing that you barely made sufficient introductions to the people around you. Offering your own name in turn and apologizing profusely, the two of you get along better than expected. As it turns out, Yachi, though having only been at the company for less than half a year, was a designer genius. Often tasked to be the leader of poster projects, your coworker who seemed only to be made out of nerves was a master at what she did. You hoped to be like her one day.

“It’s a little rough at first,” she admits, wiping stray crumbs off the table, “but you’ll be fine. To be honest, I saw some of the samples you sent in with your resume. Just a peek though! Your pattern-designing is really interesting and pretty, so I think they’ll be useful in the future. If you need any help…you know…feel free to ask me.”

After lunch, you feel like a new person. You’re not sure if it’s just getting food in your system, or Yachi’s genuine optimism and show of support, but you’re determined to work harder. After getting chewed out by your supervisor for making multitudes of errors in the files, you’re back at rock bottom again. Expected.

Walking out of the office building, you trudge your way back home, squeezing your way through the mob of people all rushing to get back home at the station. Taking the train was economical on your part, but a massive hellish experience. You always took notice to stay near the doors, but eventually, people would just push you toward the middle, and you’d be stuck there. Pushing your way back out was a million times worse, as you never felt good about shoving other passengers, even if their actions warranted it.

From there, you carefully follow your GPS back to your apartment complex on foot. You didn’t exactly know yet the area that well, so you were careful to not get lost. As you’re walking, you stop and notice the little florist shop and its display of pink and red flowers. They’re small, and the way the setting sun hits the freshly watered petals, reflecting glimmers of light, fascinates you. Walking closer toward the shop, you lean down and admire the delicate beauty in awe.

“Sorry, but that’s just display. We’re currently out of carnations,” a familiar deep voice informs, followed by the closing and locking of the door. You look up to the source and let out an audible gasp. “Oh, hey. It’s you.”

“So that’s what you meant last night by cutting and dying,” you muse, looking at your neighbor and the daffodils he has in hand. “And here I thought you were some kind of gang leader.”

“I suppose what I said taken out of context sounds pretty bad,” he chuckles, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. He looks down at his bouquet and motions them toward you. “I was gonna give you this when I got back, but I guess it doesn’t matter now. Here. Congratulations on moving in, Neighbor.”

“Thanks,” you laugh, graciously accepting the house-warming gift. “Although, it’d be better if I could get a name to thank. I’m Y/N by the way.”

“Shit, did I never mention a name?” he murmurs, tsking. You almost laugh again. Poor introductions seemed to be a pattern, and you were one of the worst offenders. “I’m Kuroo Tetsurou. I’m, as you can see, the owner of this shop. Some people call me a florist, but I’m really a plant magician.”

“I’m sure you are,” you reply with a roll of your eyes. “Did you just get off from work?”

“Yup. This shop closes every day at 7 PM. Won’t be catching me doing overtime.”

“What about last night?”

“Except when I forget things, which usually doesn’t happen,” Kuroo clarifies with a smirk. He glances at your offense attire and raises a brow. “First day not so good, huh? Are you going home? I’d be willing to lend an ear if you’d like.”

“How kind of you,” you sigh, then nod tiredly. “It’s my second day here, and I already have a therapist. Lovely.”

“It’s good to complain a little from time to time.”

Following the florist, you hum a little in contemplation. Then, taking a deep breath, you being to talk about how terrible your day was and how you’ve been yelled at more times today than ever in your life and that reading the manual over and over again actually didn’t help, but none of the senior workers were very approachable. To be honest, you felt a little bit silly, opening up so quickly to a stranger, but once you started, you couldn’t stop. In fact, you don’t even notice when you’re right in front of the door to your apartment room until you hear the jingling of Kuroo’s own keys.

“Sorry, I got a little carried away,” you murmur, embarrassed for what seemed to be the millionth time that day. “I didn’t mean to rant-“

“But you look so much better after letting a little bit of steam off,” Kuroo interrupts, flashing you an insanely bright smile. “Hey, don’t worry about it. Since we’re neighbors that share the same route home, let’s just be friends, yeah?”

“Y-yeah?” you say like a question. “I mean, yeah. Sounds good.”

“Then, see you around, or maybe tomorrow, Y/N,” the florist concludes, unlocking the door to his room, already halfway in. “Hope tomorrow goes better for you.”

“Thanks,” you reply, giving him a wave before stepping into your own home. Setting your shoes aside, you quickly wonder what to do with the flowers. It’s not like you had a vase ready, so you take an empty water bottle out from the recycling instead. Carefully setting the yellow buds into the container, you leave it at the center of the table, deciding that the centerpiece brought a little life into your apartment.

“Hey,” you hear Kenma murmur, walking out of your room with console in hand. You then remember that you really did more life in your apartment. “Nice flowers.”

“You’re not even looking at them,” you chuckle and roll your eyes. “The neighbor gave them to me. Do you like them?”

“They’re fine.”

You laugh again at his aloof attitude and try to throw away the parchment paper that was used to wrap the bouquet. It’s until then that you notice a small note flutter down onto the floor. You bend over and pick it up, wondering if it’s a price tag or something of the sort.

“Hey, it’s Kuroo. You probably already knew that lol. Anyways, I hope u like daffodils. Keep them away from direct heat, and they should live for a while. Since we both seem to be like night owls, feel free to cure my of my boredom. XXX-XXX-XXXX”

“Why are you smiling in the middle of the kitchen?” Kenma asks, brow raised, and in hindsight, you must have looked dumb. If a ghost thought you were creepy, the look you had on must have been just terrible.

“Nothing,” you say quickly and scramble to set the note aside. You know he doesn’t buy it, but you don’t care or want to elaborate on how the florist next door’s kindness made you feel unusually warm. Surprisingly, finding your first friend in a new area was much more relieving that you had expected it to be, especially when your new friend seemed so open and lived close by. “It’s just a note on how to take care of the daffodils.”

“Oh.” There’s a brief silence, and you brush it off as him going back to his game. “I guess that’s fitting since they mean new beginnings or something like that.”

Now that was odd coming from a ghost who couldn’t even remember why he was still here.

“How do you know that?” You watch as he comes to a realization too, eyes widening ever so slightly out of sheer surprise. HIs reaction reassures you that he isn’t lying to you about the amnesia, and you let out a sigh of relief.

“I’m not sure.” He’s frowning, seeming to rack his mind for any clue, anything at all to remind him of where his knowledge came from and why he couldn’t move on. It’s all fruitless in the end. “I…really don’t know.”

“It’s okay,” you reassure, giving him a small smile. “It doesn’t matter that much anyway. I don’t mind cooking another portion, especially when you eat so little. Or maybe I eat a lot- Well, whatever.”

From the couch, Kenma nods and sinks into the cushions. Still, he wants to know why out of everything he could have remembered, why were they the flowers. In his current state, he can’t imagine himself as a flower buff in the past; hell, he doesn’t remember being the sun, but every morning when it rises, he feels like he’d hate to be in it, so if he can’t stand the outdoors now, he probably couldn’t either in the past. He thinks hard and long, but when you call him and tell him that’s dinner’s ready, all he can do is give up and go listen about your day.

It’s all so strange, he thinks.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #kuroo tetsurou #tetsurou kuroo #kuroo #tetsurou kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo x reader #kenma kozume

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specialagentlokitty · 5 years

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Draco x reader - My sanity

Would you be willing to do 38 “I’m done! I quit I don’t want to be a Demigod anymore! You can take your quest and shove it right up your ass.” for a Percy Jackson/ Harry Potter crossover thingy? Like reader is a demigod but their.. well earthly parent was a witch/wizard? And maybe they go to Hogwarts and spend only the holidays in camp halfblood and are super stressed out because like can u imagine having to put up with both Harry and Percys shit?!😂 Pairing is up to you maybe Hermione?💕 -R 🐍 ❤️

Stomping into the main hall, it went silent as everyone watched you storm in. Shadows trailed behind you and the ground cracked slightly.

Snatching your plate from the Gryffindor table, you walked over to the fire Dumbledore and graciously placed in the corner for you and dumped a bit of the meal in as an offering to your father, Hades.

“Everything alright?” Dumbledore asked.

“No. No sir, everything is not alright. I’m going insane!”

Placing your plate on the table, you turned around and headed back to the front, painfully aware of everyone’s eyes on you but you didn’t care.

“What troubles you?” He asked, “was something wrong with your summer?”

“Was something... was something wrong with my summer?! Let me tell you what was wrong with my summer!”

You begun to pace as you ran a hand through your hair.

“I was burned, eaten, dragged to the underworld! I AM THE PRINCESS OF THE UNDERWORLD!”

The whole building shook and students yelped in shock.

“Percy nearly drowned me, then he got his idiot self stuck in a cave, then cyclops found us, and let’s just say he wasn’t very happy. I nearly died six time! Nico someone got lost in bloody Germany, Hermes lost his favourite hat and begged me to help him find it, Zeus tried to hit me with lightning on pourpose!”

There was a crack of lightly and you glared accusingly at the ceiling.

“I KNOW IT WAS ON PURPOSE I DONT NEED PROOF!!”

Turning back to Dumbledore, you were well aware of the shadows that were sinking through the walls.

“Now, I come here hoping for a calm third year, but no, I’m going to have to put up with whatever shit life’s gonna throw at Harry!”

A hand was placed on your shoulder and you spun around ready to send whoever it was straight to your dad only to meet with the compassionate eyes of your boyfriend.

“Draco.” You sighed.

“You need to calm down.”

You narrowed your eyes but Draco didn’t budge.

“(Y/N)...” he whispered, “calm down.”

You nodded and allowed yourself to calm down, the shadows retreated and the cracks in the buildings structure mended themselves.

Draco smiled and wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side.

He didn’t care the whole school was watching, they all knew not to mess with you. It wasn’t him they were scared off, it was your brother and dad who had often been spotted walking the halls with you.

“It sounds like you need a break.” Dumbledore mused.

Letting out a short laugh you leant on Draco.

“You have NOOOOO idea.”

Dumbledore laughed and walked down, he pat your shoulder and offered you a warm smile.

“Take the first few weeks off, you’re the top of your classes it should be easy to catch up.”

“Are you sure sir?”

He nodded and went to sit back down. Running your eyes over the teachers your spotted a new one who seemed utterly confused and scared.

“Oh my gods, I’m sorry I didn’t know there was a new teacher!”

“That’s Professor Lupin.” Draco whispered.

Rushing up the steps you bowed your head, then raised it and held out your hand.

“Terribly sorry you had to see that professor. (Y/N) (L/N).”

“Professor Lupin.... Uhm.. what were you on about?”

“I don’t think ye’ve met a demigod before have ye Remus? The lass is the first we’ve seen.” Hagrid smiled.

Holding a hand over your heart you smiled proudly.

“Daughter of Hades, Princess of the underworld, Skeleton queen and queen of the shadows.”

Remus judges nodded, not daring to say anymore. Spinning around you walked away and into Draco’s arms, he rubbed your back and dragged you to his table where he sat you on his lap and offered you his plate of food.

“Thank you dear.” You whispered.

“Anything for my Princess.”

Grinning you leant against his chest and hummed, Draco was your sanity. Eating quietly, your peace was shattered by shoes sliding on the floor.

“(Y/N)!”

“No!”

Nico walked closer holding a scroll in his hand.

“Sorry sis, no choice.”

Grumbling you took the scroll from him, Nico nodded to Draco and promptly left. You opened it and read it, throwing the scroll you jumped u and raised your hands.

“I’m done! I quit I don’t want to be a Demigod anymore! You can take your quest and shove it right up your ass.”

Thunder boomed and fire crackled. Footsteps clicked through the halls and you pointed an accusing finger toward the Greek God who wore a grin on his face and his opened his arms.

“You know what, you don’t deserve a hug. Send Neeks on your quest dad.”

“Aw come on, it’s not so bad.”

“Really?”

“Okay maybe a little bit.”

Grabbing Draco, you pulled him up and laced your finger with his.

“No.”

“You can’t say no!”

“I just did. No.”

Your dad rolled his eyes and muttered about you being stubborn. He clicked his fingers and the scroll was in your hands.

“Fine, I’ll send Poseidon’s son on it.”

“Thank you dad~”

Hades rolled his eyes but offered you the tiniest smile before leaving. You dragged Draco out the main hall an basked in the silence of the halls.

“I’d have gone insane without you Draco.”

#harry potter #dumbledore #remus lupin #draco x reader #draco x you #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco imagine #percy jackson

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funtimebunnyblog · 4 years

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Diamante d’Italia: Chapter 5

(Chapter 5: Another day in paradise)

Josuke grit his teeth, his chin resting in his hand as he held the phone slightly away from his ear, though the guffaw that continued to ring out from the speaker could still be very much heard.

He had already called his Mom to check in with her when he first woke up this morning and since he had the whole day ahead of him he waited until after a much needed shower to call his best friend.

That now seemed like a mistake after listening to him howl with laughter for almost five minutes now.

He winced as Crazy Diamonds hands ghosted over the mottled flesh of his back, sharp pinging following their careful movements as the stand dutifully patched him up.

He was just glad the bed made it easier to sit down with that one.

From what he saw in the bathroom mirror, where those junkies had kicked him in the back had left a bruise that was the size of a basket ball and it was as black and green as Rohans signature hair.

Spots of the same colours along with splotches of an ugly purple were also sprouting on his upper left arm and shoulder. Not to mention the particularly ugly one that was currently taking up residence on his thigh and.... a more unsavory place just slightly north of there.

He had definitely been right about hurting in the morning that's for sure because he practically yelped when rolling over, causing him to fall out of bed and onto the carpeted floor to add to it all.

Staring up into the face of Crazy Diamond looking down at him from where he laid half-whimpering and aching all over was not a way he would recommend starting your day.

The fan of the hotel room spun slowly above him from where he sat on the huge marshmallowy bed in only a towel, his damp pale skin starting to dry and chill beneath the breeze.

"--so-so... lemme get this straight-... you..." Josuke rolled his eyes as Okuyasu struggled to keep his giggles in check over the phone. "You get there..... and-... hehehe.... and- not even like 2 hours.... -and you get beat up?"

"Yes." He sighed.

"BWAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"--oh Josuke!" He wheezed into the receiver, dying down into giggles again. "--I'm so sorry buddy- but that's.... -that's funny.... oww... owww my stomach..."

Josuke grunted, pulling the phone away from his head to avoid going deaf in his right ear as more barking laughter rang out.

He could practically feel Crazy Diamonds own eyeroll as they continued their ministrations on his back.

"Yeah, yeah. I know." He groaned. "Just don't tell Mom, I don't want her to worry about me."

"So what happened after? You must've gotten away somehow right? Did CD put them in their place?" His words were almost drowned out by the obnoxious crinkling of a bag in the background, followed by the unmistakable crunch of potato chips drilling into his eardrum.

"No. I didn't even think about it. It was all happening so fast all I could think of was to grab hold of my suitcase and not let go."

"Oh man, you didn't lose your luggage did you?" Okuyasu questioned after swallowing his mouthful of junkfood very quickly. "Your Mom would have a fit!"

A smile found its way to Josukes face, "No actually. Someone helped me, oh man you should've seen him! He put a run to them and he was really cool too!"

Josuke proceeded to tell Okuyasu all about the one and only Abbacchio and their time together along with meeting Bucciarati.

He spared no details in telling him all about the scrumptious meal he had devoured that night, he could practically hear the other teenager drooling all over the phone as he described the juicy details of prosciutto stuffed chicken breast.

Bruno looked very anxious and warned him it was very dangerous to wander the streets at night, most especially when he was a tourist carrying all his possessions that didn't know where to go.

After Josuke had eaten last night, Bruno asked him if he was staying somewhere and the teenager realized he had completely forgotten about finding a Hotel!

The streets by then were dark and it was late, they had talked for so long but the time had just flew right bye. Jouske had grabbed his bag and thanked the two men graciously for the food and their company, making sure he bowed deeply in respect as he done so, about to head out to find one before he was stopped.

More importantly, he wouldn't even be able to read any signs leading to a Hotel.

Josuke realized he had gotten ahead of himself and accepted the mans proposal to take him to the Hotel a few blocks away, which he did and Josuke had to say, the place was like paradise on Earth.

The building itself was huge! Not to mention high-class. The lobby had a chandelier that was the size of his Livingroom back home! And the fountain in the center of it was bigger than the one outside his School!

Bruno chuckled seeing the owlish expression on his face as they entered through the glass sliding doors, the reflection of the golden lights above them on the polished white marble floor made his baby blue eyes sparkle. Abbacchio simply opted for staying outside and smoking a much needed cigarette while his partner helped Josuke arrange a room.

"Oh man!" Okuyasu said through another mouthful of chips. "That sounds A-B-C-Delicious! I wanna eat that!"

"You'll have to bug Tonio about it if you're that eager." Josuke laughed. "Speaking of food, you've eaten a full meal today right?"

The crunching came to a sudden stop.

"Define--"

"As in you've eaten something cooked and not just junkfood." He interrupted, drumming his fingers on his knee, he already knew his answer however.

Silence... he could actually hear the sounds of Stray Cat (whom both boys had taken to aptly nicknaming 'Guns and Roses') purring along with the feint sound of the TV playing in the background.

"Okuyasu!"

"Sorry! I'll eat real food tomorrow!" He whined. "I just forgot is all!"

"I've actually just been binge watching this goofy tv series. I've heard about it for a while but I finally decided to get into it. Man, I'm gonna be so sore tomorrow, I've been sitting on my ass for so long!" He cackled.

Josuke huffed, however deciding to not press him further on the matter and take his word.

Okuyasu needed to take better care of himself and Josuke usually had to remind him of the importance of it, along with helping his friend pilot through all his emotional troubles.

"It's this Anime thing called 'Dodo's Wacky Quest'. It's pretty good!" There was a pause as a indignant 'meow' sounded close to the phone, followed by more rustling of the chip bag. Okuyasu grunted, the phone crackling as he moved to hand the living plant a chip. "The series is pretty long though. But hopefully I'll have most of it done by the time you get back."

'Speak for yourself...' Josuke thought, shifting slightly on the bed to try and inevitably get more comfortable.

Crazy Diamond was almost finished with his back, the worst one was next.

"What series is it?" He couldn't help but ask.

"Huh," Josuke rubbed his chin, smiling. "I'll have to watch some of it with you."

"That'd be cool! Dodo kinda reminds me of you actually. I dunno if I've met any Jio in my life though, dude gives me the willies..."

Crazy Diamond leaned over him and tapped his leg, shooting him a look.

"I'd better go man. I'll try to talk to you tomorrow, remember your promise!" He said into the phone, turning away from his stand.

"Ok. Ok. I will. Jeeze..." the eyeroll he was getting was evident in the others voice. "Be safe JoJo!"

"I will. Bye."

He put the phone back in its cradle on the bedside stand and sighed, swatting away the phantom hands that pulled on the towel covering him and ignoring the exasperated 'Dora' as he shunted it aside himself.

'Lay on your stomach.' Came the telepathic order from Crazy Diamond. 'I can give you a massage after I'm done with the last bruise to help relax you further.'

He was just glad he didn't decide to tell Okuyasu about his last bruise, otherwise he would've probably passed out from laughter, resulting in Josuke to have to end the call promptly.

He'd never be able to live this down from his stand alone....

☆☆☆

There was so much he wanted to do, and so much he wanted to see. He decided to leave his suitcase behind within the safety of his room (not wanting a repeat of yesterday) carrying just his wallet, a disposable camera his Mom had given him to take pictures and his handy dandy comb of course.

Finally walking again and not shuffling along uncomfortably like an old man (as he had been doing earlier), Josuke strutted downstairs to the lobby without a hair out of place.

His precious mane had been properly lathered, rinsed, gelled, combed and hairsprayed and he was ready to tackle the day!

The golden charms adorning his uniform gleamed like his eyes and he walked with pep in his step, shoes shined and clicking on the polished marble floor.

He needed to tackle business first before he went about to getting some breakfast. He had already had a cup of strong instant coffee after the massage given to him by his stand, using the machine inside of his room (this Hotel really had everything).

"Hello." He greeted the lady at the desk in the lobby, a woman in her sixties with greying hair pulled back into a bun, maroon lipstick and matchig rectangular spectacles. "I was just wondering if I could pay for my nightly stay now and maybe pay for tomorrow too?"

"Can I have your name, dear?" She asked, already typing away on the keyboard of the large white box computer before her.

"Josuke Higashikata. J-O-S-U-K-E."

Her long black nails clicked and clacked away loudly on the keyboard, he watched in silence as her dark red lips pursed, her eyes scanning the screen.

"It says here you're already covered for your full stay."

'Embarrassing' wouldn't be a word he would use to describe a situation where he had to call his Nephew and demurely ask if he could get a lift home like a drunk teenager calling a half-alseep Parent in the middle of the night.

He blinked at her, raising both his eyebrows.

"Umm... I don't think that's right. I only booked the room last night..." he trailed off, feeling his heart starting to pound in his chest.

He prayed to God this somehow wouldn't end with him being in debt with no way home.

She hummed, "It says you're fully covered. You just need to inform the Hotel of the date you're departing and a direct deposit is already in order." She explained.

That answered absolutely none of his questions.

"How is that possible?" He asked, doing his best to keep his voice calm as he rubbed the back of his neck idly.

More typing and clicking.

"It says here that your stay has been covered by..... a Mr. Bruno Bucciarati. He arranged for the bill to be footed to him." Came her reply at last, turning in her chair to look at him.

It took the Highschooler a moment to process that, blinking like an idiot as she stared at him.

What.... when.... how did..... why did....?

"Oh.... uh.... I-I see. Thank you." He told the older woman at last, with a half-hearted wave goodbye as he left the lobby, out into the world of golden sunshine awaiting him outside.

Each question seemed to short-circuit in his brain, he couldn't decide on what to ask first.

Josuke finally realized he was lingering and staring as the old woman addressed him again, before averting his eyes, his face tinging a little pink.

Why on Earth would the man put himself through so much trouble? Paying out of his pocket for him at a Hotel where people who looked like they wiped their asses with dollar bills stayed there no less! It didn't make sense!

This Hotel seemed a little one the pricy side, he had actually been wary about staying here the night but didn't want to be rude and ask Bucciarati to take him to another Hotel, so he decided to risk it and see how much it was the next day (silently praying he wouldn't be dialing Jotaro Kujo afterwards with a speech prepared of course).

This however changed everything.

He was still a virtual stranger to Bruno and his partner, and he didn't feel like he had earned such a kind gesture. He didn't have a doubt in his mind that both men were wealthy but this just felt akin to stealing in Josukes eyes.

It was the least he could do. It's what he wanted to do. It's what he was raised to do.

Josuke leaned up against the stone wall of the Hotel, considering his options. He could tell the Hotel that wasn't necessary and to cancel that previous order and allow him to pay.

Or he could find Bucciarati again (it couldn't be that hard) and offer to pay him back, if not in money maybe he could do something in return for him.

That did it.

He took one last look at the Hotel to remember the name as he prepared to cross the street (he needed something to go off of if he was gonna find a way back afterall).

He had a new mission added onto today.

He was going to do some sight seeing, eat some more damn delicious food and keep his eyes open for either one of the men he dined with last night.

"Albergo brillante Diamante..." he murmured, absentmindedly scratching his cheek as he did his best to pronounce the words (in what he hoped was the correct manor).

"Hmm... wonder what that means."

All he truly knew was that he Josuke Higashikata, had a mission he was going to see through today.

...

He mentally added 'buying a dictionary' to his list today as he narrowly avoided a car coming in the street, yelling out a "Sorry!" To the driver laying on his horn (who wasn't supposed to have the right away).

[To be coninued... 》

#Diamante d'Italia #josuke higashitaka

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broadstreetmisfits · 5 years

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Friends Don’t - Tyler Seguin

Requested? Y / N “Can u do a Tyler Seguin imagine inspired on the song “friends don’t” by Maddie & Tae🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 thanks”

Prompt: N/A

Warnings: Slight mention of booze

A/N: I am soooo sorry this took forever for me to post. I really hope you enjoy though. But this is based off of the song “Friends Don’t” by Maddie & Tae

WC: 1,152

The moment you and Tyler had met, you immediately became best friends. You two got along perfectly, almost as if you had met in another life. Just like any other best friends, he trusted you with his secrets and your secrets with him.

Some of your other friends had dragged you along to some party in the city, and frankly, you weren’t the least bit excited about it. Parties weren’t really your thing, but there you were, in a crowded house filled with lots of booze, loud music, and sweaty people around.

Your friends had all ditched you to go and dance, leaving you to lean against one of the walls, alone. As much as you wanted to leave and go home, you literally just got to the party and knew it was rude if you left already.

So, you decided to scroll through Twitter on your phone. You were reading some conspiracy theory thread when you heard a familiar voice. Looking up and in the direction of the voice, you saw Tyler. As much as you hated to admit it, ever since you met Tyler, you had a little crush on him. However, you would push it away since you knew nothing was ever gonna happen.

Tyler looked around the room and somehow the two of you made eye contact. As soon he realized he was looking at you, his eyebrows furrowed, as to ask what you were doing here. In response, you shrugged your confused, confused as to why you were there yourself. Without saying a word, he nodded his head to the door and you nodded your head in agreement. The two of you walked out of the house to the front yard which was much quieter.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Tyler asked

“Friends dragged me along. What about you? Why are you here?” You replied

“You’re kidding, right? You know I’m a big partier”

“Yes, I was kidding. But I was actually gonna head out soon. These places aren’t my kind of thing” You told him and started walking towards your house.

“Wait, Y/N” Tyler raised his voice a little, causing you to turn around and him to lower it again. “Uh, why don’t I come with you?”

This time, you were the one whose eyebrows furrowed “I live four houses down…” You reminded him

“I wanna make sure you get home safe. Let me drive you home”

You let out a sigh as you ran your fingers through your hair, “Fine, let’s go”

Tyler opened the passenger’s door to his truck and you climbed in. As you closed the door, he climbed into the driver’s seat. After backing out of the driveway, he turned so that he was driving in the opposite direction of your house.

“You do know that my house is that way, right?” I asked as I pointed in the other way.

“Yeah, we’re just gonna go get some food first,” Tyler said as he pulled out onto the main road

You glared at Tyler, but his eyes were on the road so he didn’t see the look. “Sometimes you’re actually ridiculous”

“Oh but you love me,” He said and flashed ou a smile

“Whatever” You replied as you rolled your eyes. Shortly, Tyler pulled into the parking lot of a McDonald’s “Uh aren’t you supposed to like not eat junk food?”

“It’s the offseason, I can cheat a little” He answered as if it was obvious

You rolled our eyes again as Tyler pulled into a parking spot. The two of you got out of his truck and into the greasy food heaven of a fast food restaurant. You decided to go with your usual (your meal choice), while Tyler went with a Big Mac meal. After getting your food, you guys sat down at a booth and began to chow down.

Taking a sip of your drink, you looked up at Tyler and saw him stuffing his face. When he pulled his face away from the burger, you couldn’t help but giggle due to the fact that there was sauce on his chin.

“What?” He asked

“You’ve got a little uh…” You began ad pointed to the spot but on your face

He nodded and picked up a napkin. Watching as he dabbed the napkin on his face, you noticed that he missed the sauce completely.

“A little to your left,” You told him and watched as he went to his right “Your other left”

“Whoops,” Tyler said as he moved the napkin over

He finally wiped the sauce off of his face. The two of you then reached for Tyler’s milkshake, causing your hands to brush.

“What are you doing?” He asked

“I wanted a sip” You replied

“But it’s my milkshake”

“Just a little sip”

“Y/N” He sighed

“Tyler” You mimicked and gave him the puppy dog eyes “please”

He let out a sigh as he moved the milkshake closer to you “Fine”

Your face immediately changed from the pout to a smile as you graciously took the drink. After taking the small sip like you said you would, you put the drink down.

“See? I told you it was gonna be just a sip”

“Whatever” He muttered

The two of you finished your meals and then left the restaurant. Like before, you were in the passenger’s seat and him in the driver's. This time, Tyler drove in the direction of your house, and before you knew it, the two of you were in you and Tyler’s neighborhood.

Even though it was getting late and you knew you should go, you really didn’t want to. Tyler must have gotten that feeling as well since as soon as he turned onto the next street, he slowed the truck down. Unfortunately, he did end up on your street anyway.

When he pulled into your driveway, you looked over at Tyler. Milliseconds later, he looked over at you as well. You don’t know what came over either of you two, but before you knew it you two had pressed your lips against each others.

The kiss wasn’t long, only a few seconds. But those few seconds definitely confirmed your feelings for Tyler. When you two pulled apart, both of you were fairly surprised as to what had just happened.

“Wow uh friends don’t usually do that,” You said as it hit you what had happened

“Yeah, but I guess we do” Tyler replied and then yawned

“Come on, stay over here for the night”

“But I live around the corner”

“I don’t want you driving home when you’re tired,” You told him

“Alright,” He sighed as the two of you climbed out of his car.

Both of you got out of his truck and walked up the driveway to your house. And in both of your heads, you two wondered what was going to become of your friendship.

#Tyler Seguin #Dallas Stars #national hockey league #National Hockey #nhl writing #nhl imagine #hockey writing #hockey imagine #maddie and tae #friends don't

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kaintayonangdelmonte · 4 years

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Idk about u guys, but I'm feeling *extremely* 22. Hoping everyone is surviving in this time of crisis. Thank you for all of the greetings and well-wishes so far and the ones to come. Birthdays have always been weird time for me and my heart goes out to all of the people at the front of this pandemic who have missed more than just birthdays. I send these pictures out into the world hoping that it manifests food on your table tonight if you are struggling. I invite you all to virtually partake of the meal I was graciously given to celebrate 22 years of life and at a time when a soul is at it's most precious and valued. I told u guys before na magpaparty ako dahil nag paparty rin si Debold di ba? Eto na yun! Let's eat! 🤤 Like many I am unable to be with a lot of people I care about because of the situation we're in and so to that extent, oi Debold, you suck. Hey government, do your job. And to all of the people battling this virus, you are in my prayers. 💜 xx https://www.instagram.com/p/CAmwqUtD7v_hEnOaQ2K7sMaICRmex-ht9CqRMY0/?igshid=147i0voi0dgkz

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loljulie · 7 years

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stay with me; {005} love sick (part 2)

(well here’s part dos of the cute sick chapter!! idk if there will be a part 3 bc tbh i could write this cute fluff forever. who knows?? anyway, i hope you enjoy this part bc a lot of research went into it. thank u lovelies~!)

genre: dunkirk

collins x reader

word count: 1912

Sleep was something you were never able to fight well, and with time-traveling being known to cause tiredness, it was no wonder that you could fall asleep so quickly in the comfortable, inviting bed next to Jack Collins. While spending more time in the past wasn’t necessarily a terrible thing – especially if you were doing a harmless thing like sleeping – it was careless for you to let your guard down for such a prolonged period. You trusted Collins, of course, but even a man with good intentions could accidentally stumble upon something terrible.

Thus, when your eyes first shot open the next morning, the only thought on your mind was where your time module was. You sat up in the bed and your eyes wandered to the chair where your coat was still placed. Thankfully, it seemed to be in the same spot as when you left it, and Collins was still sound asleep next to you. You let out a sigh of relief.

Your next dilemma was how to leave. You had overstayed your trip to the past already, and you knew the best way to get back home was to hope that the man sleeping next to you was a heavy sleeper. Cautiously, you began to slide one leg over the side of the bed, praying that the bedsprings didn’t creak beneath you.

Your ankle had just felt the air outside of the covers when an arm wrapped itself around your waist and the body attached to it rolled toward you. Of course, he would shift himself right as you were making your escape plan. You slid back down into the sheets, deciding you’d have to wait until his grip loosened before making another attempt.

You wouldn’t be able to – at least, not that morning. Right then, as the right side of his face was smashed into the white pillow, Collins began to wake up. As you saw the tell-tale sign of movement under his eyelid just before they would spring open, you quickly closed your eyes and pretended to be asleep.

You sensed him open his eyes next to you as he sharply inhaled a breath to yawn and began to stretch his arms out. You took this movement as an opportunity to feign waking up again, and soon your eyes were staring into his.

“Good morning,” you hummed sluggishly, your head still pressed against the pillow. He raised his blue eyes to look out the curtained window, acknowledging how the morning sun shined against the fabric before reconnecting with your gaze.

“That it is,” he replied cheekily, giving you a wink. You scoffed at his reply and shook your head.

“How are you feeling?” you asked after letting his comment sink in for a moment. Collins took some breaths through his nose and swallowed a couple times before shrugging.

“Guid as new,” he answered in a deep voice, but that didn’t concern you. Though his morning voice was a bit raspy, it was different than how he sounded with his airways congested. You placed your hand on his forehead, and after feeling it for a moment, you gave a content nod.

“Doesn’t feel like you’ve got a fever anymore, either,” you stated.

“Which means a willnae feel bad if I dae this…” his voice trailed off as he leaned over toward you. His soft lips were against yours in seconds, and despite the initial shock, you welcomed the kiss.

The one arm around your waist slid so that it was all the way behind your back, pulling you closer to him. He used his free arm to prop himself up so that he hovered over you. Your hand quickly found the groove of his neck as the two of you deepened the kiss. You could feel him smiling into the kiss, a contagious smile that was soon transferred to your own lips.

He pulled away slowly, and once his face was a good few inches away from yours, he opened his crystal blue eyes and gazed at your face. He brought his hand that was wrapped around your waist to push away some loose strands of hair on your face. “I wan’ to wake up to this evr’y mornin'.”

You couldn’t tell if he meant the long kiss you two had shared, if he was referring to your image, or both – but either way, the sentimental statement coupled with his husky morning voice sent a stir throughout your chest.

A rumbling brought the two of you out of the moment. Jack’s stomach had loudly stated how empty it was, and you could see the redness beginning to form on his cheeks from embarrassment. You let out a giggle, pecked his cheek, and said, “It sounds like you also want something to eat.”

The remnants of a modest breakfast of fried eggs and toast with jam lay on plates in front of you. Collins had graciously offered to cook the meal for you both – something you were thankful for, as you weren’t confident in your 1940’s kitchen knowledge after yesterday’s debacle. After you two had finished eating, you sat back in your wooden chairs, letting the food digest while you talked.

“So, I was just wondering,” you started after he had finished a story from his primary school days. “How are you able to live here, all on your own?”

You figured that, after the war, a soldier like Collins would have returned home and stayed with his family for a while. It was surprising to you to find that he lived alone, the house leaving no trace of any other occupant but Collins. Your question caused him to shift in his seat, and you felt a twinge of guilt for asking it.

“My brother, he fought in th' war as weel,” he started. Your breath stifled as you realized he hadn’t mentioned a brother before, and instantly assumed the worst. “He died richt afore oor win. Oor parents wur heartbroken.”

You noticed how he didn’t look you in the eyes, merely studied the left-over crumbs from the toast on the plate in front of him. “I went back hame right efter it a' ended, to be wi' ‘em. When th' compensation came, thay gave it a' to me. Thay wanted me to follow my dreams in his memory.”

“So, I'm 'ere, taking classes at th' University 'n' getting money aroond toun any wey that I kin. My parents send money sometimes, bit I send it righ’ back. I feel ill taking it fae them.”

You sat quietly there for a moment, speechless. What could you say? You didn’t feel right trying to console Collins with regurgitated phrases, and you also knew it was too grave of a subject for you to try and change quickly. Finally, he looked up from his plate, a small smile on his lips.

“I'm tairible at decorating, aren’t I?” You scoffed lightly at his statement.

“There’s definitely a few things I would change,” you admitted, earning a chuckle from Collins.

“Then mibie ye cuid help me oot wi' it sometime,” he replied with a raised eyebrow. You smirked at his offer. Was that an invitation to come over, again?

“Maybe… if you’ve got something to give me for it,” you teased.

“Oh, I’m sure I cuid come up wi' a few things.”

You were so engrossed in the flirtatious moment that you hadn’t heard the soft, pattering of rain drops hitting the roof. Only when the rain started to get heavier did you notice it. You peered outside the window, seeing how the cloudless sky had transitioned into a gray one over the course of your conversation. You smiled at the change in weather – after all, how could you leave if it was pouring rain outside?

“Looks lik' tis a day inside fur us,” Collins affirmed. He stood up and grabbed the plates on the dining table before walking to the kitchen.

“Do you want any help in there?” you called out after him.

“Na, hen, I've git it. Go oan 'n' mak' yersel' at home,” his voice rang from the kitchen. You heard plates chinking against one another and stood up from your chair.

After crossing into the living room, you decided to inspect a bookshelf that held a few different volumes on display. Your eyes studied the titles on the book spines – Animal Farm, For Whom the Bell Tolls, Cannery Row, Four Quartets – before stopping at one, The Screwtape Letters. The others you had identified easily – either by the title or by the author who wrote them – but that novel hadn’t been familiar to you. Curiously, you pulled the book out of its spot and flipped the front cover open.

As you read the first page, you absentmindedly walked to the couch and sat down in it, your eyes glued to the print on the page. Collins entering the room went by unnoticed by you until you felt the couch sink as he sat down beside you. By then, you had already made it through the first few pages.

“C.S. Lewis?” he asked, nodding to the book in your hands.

“Yeah, I haven’t read this one yet,” you answered, keeping your hand placed where you had been reading as you flipped to the front cover.

“Tis a guid yin. Pretty funny, too. I've read it a couple o' times masell.”

“You better not ruin it for me,” you warned, sending him a semi-threating look. He chuckled in response.

“A'richt, a willnae. Bit oinlie since a loue ye 'n' I cannae have ye mad at me.”

You froze at his comment. He had said it again – that he loved you. The sleep-filled phrases from the night before had almost left your mind until he uttered that word again. Love. Was he just meaning it in a playful way?

He must have noticed your reaction, because he fumbled over his words, trying to say something next. “I mean it, ye kno’, juist lik' ah meant it lest night.”

You watched his eyes, looking for any sign of insincerity. He met your gaze, and the earnest look in his eyes was enough to make your heart stop in your chest.

“I hope tis nae too soon to say it, 'n' even if it's, I dinnae care. Tis how I'm feelin' aboot ye.”

Your breathing hitched, your lungs suddenly only being able to take short breaths, before your lips slowly curled into a smile. He meant it. He loved you.

“I love you, too.” You breathed, and you wasted no time joining your lips together in a passionate, energetic embrace. He tangled a hand in your hair at the base of your neck. The book fell to the floor as your hands held onto Collins instead. He placed a hand on your hip, and with your coordination, pulled you into his lap.

The two of you didn’t pull apart for quite some time. When you did, you two would stay in each other’s arms for a while longer, giggling to yourselves and keeping to your own bubble, far from the world around you. Eventually, the novel on the floor would be incorporated into your own little world, with you cuddling your back against Collins’ chest as he read aloud to you. Nothing – not even the worries of the past, present, or future – could have interrupted the privacy of a lover’s trance.

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In fall 2014, when tourist season ended up I started to explore Brač in more detailed manner. The reason is very simple on the island you do not have anything to do “smarter” than to just go out there and snoop. I was heading towards Supetar, but my car “somehow turned” to Postira. The eyes were stuck on the right side of the road in a valley that was full of trees and some fruits. Hard working people moved all over the place and little by little, I found that there is a big valley full of tangerines, kiwis and lemons. I just could not believe that I am truly blessed with the sight and opportunity to buy real organic stuff. The colors all around are in autumn’s mood and I can not believe how everything idyllic looks like.

In the distance, you can see hills with small village houses peaking the valley. First that you will notice when entering the village is that there are semi caves all over in shape that you can imagine that people or animals take some rest and have the safe place to hide when it is raining. The caves and the rocks have the rugged orange-red color. Actually, the whole place is situated between two hills and you feel like those rocky arms give a big hug to a village in order to protect it from any bad monster that would like to come along.

Dol the valley / dolina

Dol – stone hrapačuša / kamen hrapačuša

Dol – abandoned ship / napušteni brod

Dol tangerines / mandarine

Dol

Hrapačuša – the stone and the cake

I parked my car just at first possible site and I grabbed my camera in order to shoot as much a possible. I feel like I am in some kind of fairytale, a scene from long-forgotten Disney story: everything is in the very picturesque tones; old houses built in some kind of different eccentric crunchy stone (later I found out it is called “hrapačuša” and the same name stands for the famous original autochthonous cake that is truly special as for its production you need at least 15 eggs, kilo of walnuts and kilos of almonds!). The cake hrapačuša is also declared the protected immaterial cultural good of the Republic of Croatia. The original recipe Dol’s women keep as their own big secret, so the legend says that in the old days, these valuable hands made that cake at night, just to keep the recipe in secret. Besides its appearance (it just looks like the ragged cake) and how it is made, the cake is famous that can keep its freshness for 5-6 days.

Dol – Cake hrapačuša / Torta hrapačuša

Dol – Stone hrapačuša

Dol house from hrapačuša

Dol

Dol – house from hrapačuša

Dol

Konoba Toni

And as I happily walk through the ethno-ecco village Dol, I find myself in an interesting court, with a lot of different stuffed souvenirs and features … from a fishtail, an old wheel of a mill, old bottles to keep wine and of all the old ones placed beneath the terraces on which they grow intermingled kiwis and grape vines (so for the first time I actually can see how the kiwi grows in real!). What a good feeling! While I am shooting like a crazy, a man comes to the door, looks at me and in a moment of seeing that someone is snooping his yard, he gives me a big smile. Well, that was Mr. Tonči Matulić, the owner of Konoba (tavern) Toni. Well, from all that photo shooting I did not even realize that I am in front of the restaurant. I apologized because of intruding the property, but Mr. Tonči graciously invites me to look and to step into the tavern and look everything in a 300-year-old rustic building where wine is still produced in a very traditional way and where some long time ago olive oil was made also. A little bit dark room with a bar, and above it a “cage” for preserving prosciutto and cheese that looks like a big hanging cage and it is built in the way that simultaneously makes the products drier and protects food from bugs. Special attention drawn to me are the goat’s bellows, that were once used for carrying and transporting water and wine all over the island. Those bellows were carried mostly from donkeys. and transported everything that was liquid – water and wine, most often on donkeys.

While hearing that stories, it just hit me that I could even eat something authentic and to give myself a well-deserved treatment of exploring the new tastes. But, here comes the answer from the owner that actually the restaurant is closed. It was a real disappointment… And I was feeling very, very hungry. As almost as he could hear my thoughts, Mr. Toni invites me to eat with its wife, brother and son. It was not my intention to intrude someone’s family lunch so I politely rejected the offer. Hm… that was not the answer they wanted to hear… just like I was their family relative that they have been waiting for. So, I had them four against one… I did not have a chance…

His wife made an excellent homemade lamp soup with potatoes and with homemade bread. While eating, they are telling me all about the sights and details that I need to visit and what to photoshoot while here in Dol. After the extra delicious meal, I was ready to go with another photo shooting.

I must add – the food was extra and their hospitality is just great. After sometimes I found that this kind of hospitality of this family is not just an accident or they were in the good mood. It is their way of living. That how they treat each guest and each lost tourist.

After everything, they made me pick up a couple of kilos of tangerines in a bag that they just picked up from their own plantation! Just to have some food while exploring… I was overwhelmed…

Each time I came here, the situation was always the same… So, I need to bring some bottle of wine and chocolate just to thank them in some way!

That first time I was very sorry not to be able to taste the cake, but in the spring next year I managed to give it a shot just in this Tavern Toni. It was extraordinary!!! Although, while I had it on my plate it looked a little bit “modest” slice, and after some bites, it was very hard to finish it. I just forgot what kind of material it was made. The tones of calories!

Dol – konoba Toni

Dol – konoba Toni / kiwi

Dol – konoba Toni

Citadel Gospodnetić

In a couple of time when searching and exploring Dol, after 2 years from my first visit I managed to enter Citadel Gospodnetić family home of the Gospodnetić family that is also museum and restaurant.

The name Gospodnetić is an old Croatian name, mostly from island Brač. In the last century mostly people with this name were born in Split and Brač.

Area of the name – in Croatia there is about 260 with name Gospodnetić, in 110 households. In the middle of the last century their numbere increased for 30% at number about 200.

They live in 7 Croatian counties, 12 cities and 11 smaller places, and mostly in Split (70), Supetar (45), Dol (45) and Postire (40) in Braču and in Zagrebu (35).

Outside Croatia – the name Gospodnetić (that also includes: Gospodnetic, Gospodnetich) is present in 10 countries at 4 different continets including smaller number in Chille and the USA.

Kaštil sam imala prilike vidjeti svaki puta izdaleka, jer bi uvijek bio zatvoren. I opet ja… Ovaj puta vidjela da su vrata otvorena, spustila se niz stepenice i pojavila se i pravila nevješto da se skoro pa zabunila (sada sam se već i ispraksirala, jer shvatila da neću ništa ni vidjeti ni poslikati, ako ću se bojati i “imati srama”). Malo čudni pogledi domaćina, ali ja lijepo zamolila da ako mogu malo pronjuškati u cilju fotografiranja i čuvanja uspomena… Kad ono, ljubazna domaćica ne samo da me pustila, nego mi ispričala povijest kaštila. U kući kao da je vrijeme stalo: satovi, rukopisi, stari radio, bogato ukrašena keramika i čaše, stare fotografije, sofa, na zidovima stare tapete bogato ukrašene, a sve to iz razdoblja raskošne secesije s kraja 19. stoljeća. Nastao je kao vojna utvrda koja je štitila od najezde Osmanlija iz 16. stoljeća.

Kako sudbina obično biva, neobična strankinja s fotoaparatom koja tako upala u kuću i podigla sve obrve koje su domaćini imali, a između njih i sada jako dragoj kolegici iz Planinarskog društva Profunda (koji djeluje na Braču, a koja će isto dobiti jednom svoju priču). I baš zbog nepotizma, a i obećanja da će mi nabaviti dodatne materijale, doći ću ponovno i napraviti još jedan članak… Dakle, draga moja Gospe, očekujem nastavak i suradnju tako da pokrijem povijest, jer nisam imala ni diktafon ni olovku ni papir, samo fotoaparat, a tko bi znao da ću se počet blogovanjem bavit. S toga ćemo taj članak naplatiti u vidu famozne torte od naranče s malo vrhnja koja se može pojest u Kaštilu Gospodnetić, a ja donosim vino 😉 (naravno, ima i hrapoćuša… mljaaaaaaaaaaaaac 🙂

p.s. – moram napomenuti da je Kaštil i restoran kojeg vodi Gospin brat, pa ljeti vabi turiste na jedinstven pogled s terase. Međutim, lokacija i kapacitet su mali, pa samo idu na rezervacije. I moram li napomenuti da se ništa ne prepušta slučaju, pa je svaki detalj pomno biran, pomno sačuvan i upravo stoji na mjestu kao da je ostavljen u vremeplovu!? Jedinstven obiteljski dom-spomenik kulture-restoran-vidikovac-promatračnica na cijelu dolinu- i crtica-crtica… svašta još nešto…

Dol

Dol kaštil Gospodnetić

Dol

Dol kaštil Gospodnetić

Dol kaštil Gospodnetić stone apiary / kameni pčelinjak

Dol kaštil Gospodnetić

Dol – something red and totally different In fall 2014, when tourist season ended up I started to explore Brač in more detailed manner.

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