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Frederica!!
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May I please request a fic where Spencer finds out about the new female team member’s love for gaming by seeing her play her Nintendo Switch on the jet? Bonus if he sees her struggling to beat something like Five Nights At Freddy’s or Catherine Full Body and he helps her out much to her shock
A/N: Thanks for requesting! I'm not much of a gamer myself, so it took a while to figure out what I should write. I went with FNAF because I’ve literally been held hostage by that Josh Hutcherson Whistle tiktok for the last seven days, so I hope you enjoy!!
Warnings: mild spoilers for FNAF 4 Night 8, fluff.
“What is that?” Spencer asked casually, glancing over at the screen from his seat on the jet.
For some reason, despite facing monsters in real life, you'd been addicted to horror games in your downtime. Apparently, it was better for you if the crazy murderers were actually sentient animatronics possessed by the ghost of murdered children.
“It's a Nintendo Switch. It's a video game.” You replied without looking at him, heart racing from the pressure of the level.
“Like pacman?”
“Yes, Spencer, like pacman.” You sighed in frustration, trying to avoid running into the animatronics running around the building your character was supposed to be guarding.
“Then why is the screen black,” he said, just as Mad Freddy snuck up on you in the game and you lost the level. You sighed, head falling back in defeat.
You'd been stuck on night 8 of FNAF 4 for at least a week now, but who could blame you? You had to play completely in the dark, and you were dealing with some of the worst animatronics, too.
You'd been so happy to discover 20202020 mode, and you'd passed night 7 easy enough and they were honestly pretty similar, but one week into consistently playing it in all of your downtime, and you were seconds away from sacrificing your switch to the animatronic gods.
“It's supposed to make it more challenging. I think it's just impossible.” You threw the switch down, making sure all your progress (or lack of it) was saved.
“Can I try?” Spencer curiously asked from beside you, smiling at the soft pout on your face.
“Are you sure? It's not exactly your style…?”
“Humor me.”
You passed him the switch, showed him the controls, and snuggled back against your seat, eager to catch some sleep now suddenly. You had just closed a long case, and you may as well try to sleep now before the pile of paperwork made that impossible.
If it was easy to fall asleep, it was impossible to drag yourself from sleep.
You'd felt the familiar movements of the jet jostle you side to side, but you also felt a warmth next to your body that was too comfortable to convince you to even crack an eye open.
After a week on the case, plus a week trying to solve the game level, you really hadn't slept soundly in some time.
So when someone shook your shoulders, you simply ignored the motion again and cuddled closer to the arm and chest you'd wrapped yourself around.
Until you realised that the arm and chest had to belong to a person. And the only person that could be was Spencer Reid.
“It's okay, I'll wake her up, you guys go ahead.” You heard him say, with a few muffled voices agreeing.
You decided to just play dead as you heard the shuffling sounds of the rest of the team climbing off the jet. At which point you just happened to stretch yourself naturally out of your peaceful sleep.
“Spencer?” You yawned, trying to sound confused. “Did we arrive?”
You disentangled yourself from his body, realising that in facing him, your faces had hovered centimetres apart from one another. His breathing was calm, but you could feel his heart beating hard as you pulled away from him, mind racing at the not so innocent touches he traced down your skin as he let you go.
“Yeah, the team got off already. We should probably head out, too, before the cabin crew comes through to reset.”
You stood yourself up and grabbed your things, including your switch, now packed carefully into its carry case.
“So, you gave up as well, huh?” You laughed at the obvious sign of Spencer's white flag.
“What do you mean?” He said, grabbing his own bags now he was free from your grasp.
“The game? It was hard, right?” You smiled at him as he collected himself and turned back to you, pausing slightly.
“I finished the game.”
“What?” You whirled around on him, voice breaking through your lips before you could control it.
“I finished the game. I was just watching the credits when you… made yourself comfortable.”
You felt embarrassment spread through your body but pushed it down to make space for the sheer disbelief that known technophobe Spencer Reid had completed the video game you'd been struggling with for the past week.
“How?” was the only word that would leave your mouth as you froze in the aisle.
“There was a pattern to it. I realised if I went between the left door, the bed, and the right door, the fox thing-”
“Nightmare Foxy.”
“Right, Nightmare Foxy wouldn't come out of the closet. And then the others wouldn't pop up until 4am, and after that, it was pretty easy to get through.”
“Oh my god.” You stood in awe, blocking the aisle and forcing Spencer to stop next to you as well.
“You have to show me how. Please, Spencer, I need to see it.”
You hadn't realised your hand had crept up to grab his sleeve, pushing closer to him slightly.
“Are you free this weekend?” He whispered back at you as you realised that the space between you was miniscule. You could only nod your confirmation enthusiastically.
“Then it's a date.” He whispered again, pushing past you and letting himself off the jet.
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take it off
Harry Styles x reader (SOH)
Summary: Right before sex, Harry sees something on Y/n that he's never seen before. masterlist
warnings: light smut, boobs<3, mentions of stick and pokes
w/c: 0.9k
a/n: little blurb since i haven't posted in forever! but i promise i'm writing im just crazy stressed <3 also i am in love with tattoos so much and this is just an indulgent on that lol
"Fuck-"
"Don't you dare stop."
"Wasn't planning on it." Harry moaned, his hand slowly feeling up and down Y/n's body. His lips reattached to hers. "You taste so good."
A steamy night that consisted of teasing hands under the table and kisses when no one was looking. It was a blur to get out of the London club, Harry just remembers Y/n's hand squeezing his ass. They had luckily ran away from the paparazzi that was just arriving to the club before they could get any compromising photos.
But now, in the comfort of Harry's flat, they could be as messy and in love as they want.
"Take off your shirt H." She mumbled, Y/n's mouth trailing down his jaw line.
"Only if you take off yours." Harry could feel Y/n smile against his cheek, leaving one last kiss there before breaking away.
"You're lucky you're so cute." When Y/n grabbed the hemming of her shirt, Harry tore off his, too impatient to wait any longer. Harry ended up helping Y/n take the shirt off; he hasn't quite realized that Y/n always takes longer to take off her shirt just to see Harry get all squeamish.
When Y/n's shirt is removed, she's left in a lace bra that Harry absolutely drools over. He goes headfirst into her neck, kissing slowly and sensually. His hand feeling her left breast while Y/n's hand find Harry's hair and pulls slightly.
"Can I take off your bra." He whispers, figures trailing over the straps. "Please."
She mumbled a faint yes under her breath and Harry is quick to react. Harry climbs more on top of her right after he bra comes off; Harry's mouth goes right on her skin, starting on her perfect jaw line and going lower onto her neck then onto her breast.
Harry was going to continue on but he saw some mark near his hand. He lifts his head to take a second glance and moves his hand from the side of her boob to her lower waist. He saw some black ink, and he knew it wasn't from his hand.
"What's wrong?" Y/n leaned up on her elbows to get a look at what happened and why Harry's mouth isn't on her. The only touch she was getting--other then Harry resting on her --was from Harry's finger on the side of her body. "Why are you poking me?"
"You have a tattoo?"
"Uhm, yeah?" She stated it like a question, but was curious to know the problem. "Why are you acting like this? It's just a crescent tattoo."
"I just didn't realize you had one" He admitted. "Does that make me a bad boyfriend?"
"You never noticed the tattoo on my boobs?" She gasped, shocked smile on her face. "But your obsessed with them how have you not noticed it?"
"In my defense the tattoo is on the side of your boobs." Harry unconsciously held her other breast, it made her giggle a bit, just out of pure ridiculous. "You know I like to see them straight on."
"Do you like it?"
"Your boobs? Of course!" Harry quickly said, kissing her nipples quickly then gently then kissed her face.
"The tattoo, love."
"Well, I love it too!" Harry quickly said. "I just felt bad that I haven't realized until now."
"Good because I have an appointment to next week for another." She kissed the side of his cheek, sitting up to do so.
"Ohh, what'cha planning on?"
"I want to get it on my thigh but I'm not sure if I want to replace the stick and poke I did in school or not." She shrugged, her finger trailing over the tattoo collection on his chest. She didn't want to admit it out loud, but tattoo's were always such a turn on for her. Little intricate designs all over Harry, they just looked amazing.
"Stick and poke in school? What crowd were you hanging out with?" Harry laughed.
"I did it myself actually." Her hand ghosting over her thigh. "Not very well obviously. But the tattoos I did on others were pretty good, should still be on them."
"You gave out tattoo's? How old were you?"
"Dunno, maybe sixteen?"
"Sixteen?" Harry's mouth was wide open, smiling a little, but mainly in shock. "And you were already a tattoo artist?"
"I was a girl with ink and a clean needle." Y/n shrugged. "They offered like fifty quid per tattoo too, and I really wanted more clothes ." She laughed, looking back up towards Harry.
Y/n's hand trailed lower to Harry's groin, he moaned which caused Harry to loose all focus of tattoos and lean in to kiss her. It got heated quickly but it was no surprise since they were about to have sex a couple minutes before. Harry's hand rested on her tattoo and side boob, his finger started tracing the tattoo too, starting to slowly memorize it just like Y/n has done with all of his tattoos.
"Can you do one for me?" Harry asked. "I want one thats in an area close to my dick and I don't really want a tattoo artist to see that." They both laughed, Y/n starting to give a hickey on the side of Harry's neck.
"I didn't hear an answer." Harry complained then gasped when the Y/n lightly bit down.
"I'll give you a tattoo." She decided. "But I don't take normal payment methods."
Harry chuckled, giving her a kiss. "I think I can give you something else."
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NSFW Alphabet- Legend Edition
Okay, so the Ravio ficlet is fighting me tooth and nail rn but I offer this instead @lovanmari @angry-trashcan @wayfayrr
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Honestly, a solid 7.8/10. Like, he has a general idea of what he's doing, but still needs some instruction every now and again. But he's the best at massages. You didn't hear it from me, but if you flutter your lashes and ask really nicely, he'll be at your mercy for whatever your heart desires <3
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Look...This is one Link that I can safely say it's not his freaking hands. It's his fingers. He loves what their capable off, both with a weapon and without. Especially when it comes to taking apart his lover over and over again. Just to see those sweet expressions, just to hear those orgasmic noises, just to experience pure bliss in taking his partner apart at the seams.
On his partner? I could lie to you guys and say he doesn't have one. Or I can tell you about how he drools over a good set of cheeks. (not face cheeks). He loves watching his lover's ass just bounce and ripple with every smack he lays against it. Even better when he wears his rings and leaves a pretty little welt behind as a reminder of him <3
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Oh he's loves backshots. You know why? Because he gets to cum all over his lover's ass and watch it drip around the curve. And he's got thick cum, I just know it. I just know it's thick and the perfect consistency to drip down in perfect little rivulets down your ass then your thighs.
Don't get him wrong, he also loves cumming deep inside of you, only to then finger it back inside your dirty little whole.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Is so open to a threesome with Ravio. I HAD TO GET THIS OUT THERE I'M SORRY-
Should his lover bring it up, because he'd rather drown himself than do it himself, he would agree to a threesome with the merchant faster than his lover could blink.
Is totally open to fucking into his lover while Ravio fucks him from behind. That's the thought of the night, your welcome :)
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
I'd say he's one of the more experienced(?) Links out of the bunch? I think he went on a bit of a spiral after Marin and just took every lay he could get to get his mind off her. Little bit of a slut tbh-
That's okay, he stops when he meets you <3 Then he's your slut <3
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Ooh so many. He likes them all, but obviously anything that gives him access to your ass. Doggy style has a place in his heart for so many reasons. One) He can smack and play with your ass whenever he wants. Two) He can bend over your back and fondle your chest and pull at your nipples whenever he wants. Three) He can mark up your back to his hearts content without worrying about the others seeing the marks.
10/10 position in his humble (Correct) opinion.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Have you met this man? Him goofy?
Probably fnofnbf. Drops a snide/sarcastic remark just to get his lover's mind off the intrustion entering their body (I hate myself <3). Anything to get them to smile up at him with that dazzling smile.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
HFIOHFF I WAS WAITING FOR THIS ONE. No. Carpets do not match drapes. In fact, drapes are strawberry blond and carpet is PINK. His dick hair is pink. sorry to burst y'alls bubbles. Not even a little. He is practically barbie bushed. But it's well groomed! Trimmed and orderly because it it's not it gets itchy and makes him cranky.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Oh, he just wants to please his partner. If they want intimacy, he's giving them intimacy. He'll be the most romantic partner his lover has ever seen. Or, if they would rather him spit in their mouth and slap them around a bit, he's doing that too. Maybe they just want him to call them his 'Perfect little whore.' to get that perfect mix of both praise and degradation. He's doing it all. <3
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Does it a surprising amount. Now, HEAR ME OUT- don't leave yet. He's got a crazy high Libido. One would even say it's comparable to a rabbit's. Either way he's constantly going and going and going. And his partner needs a break. So if he has to hump his hand to the thought of them, then so be it. He's willing to give them a break, if only to know he can go twice as hard the second he get's his hands on them again.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Goddess above where does one begin-
Huge corruption kink, breeding kink, loves to tie his lover up, totally into temperature play, loves marking up his lover with welts and bite marks, cockwarming, spanking, degradation, praise, brat taming, predator/prey play (I'll let you decide who's who in that scenario).
He's open to exploration and will try anything at least once. Anything his lover wants <3
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Wants total privacy. Look, I know I said he'll try anything at least once, but if it's something huge he needs to be alone with his lover with the amount of vulnerability he's gonna show. If exhibitionism is the thing he's trying, he's going to need a lot of convincing and you're gonna need to start slow. Maybe not locking the door one time or leaving a window open. Things like that.
Just take things slow and he'll open up to other locations. Number one is still his house though. Ravio can join go take a walk after being (s)exiled.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Oh anything. Like I said, fucking like rabbits. You breath in his general direction and he's sweating, doing the good ol' horny grip on his pants and thighs and praying you don't notice. Has to take a walk after that. Maybe settle behind a tree for a solid tug-and-rub.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Honestly? Probably absolutely against watersports. Idk i just can't see him being into it no matter what. Gives him the absolute biggest ick.
(loves making his lover squirt if they're capable of doing so though)
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
I think he prefers receiving. He's absolutely fantastic at giving, like holy shit give this man a medal. But I think he prefers watching your eyes water as you try to take him all in one good. Loves feeling your throat constrict around him. And if you fondle/ finger yourself while doing so, looking up at him through your lashes?
He'll fuck your face. And he won't be nice with it.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
I'm sure the rabbit jokes are getting old at this point, but you need to understand how important that side of him is to me.
Anyway, absolutely fast and rough. Jackhammers into his lover, absolutely scrambles their brain because just listening to them babble is so hot to him.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Loves them. Will do them every chance he gets. He is so down for a quickie and he's good at them. He's rocking your little world with the ten minutes he has.
Since you have to be quick, he can't spill all over your ass, so this little bastard obviously has to cum inside :) And then he expects you to hold a straight face while dripping his cum :)
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Like I said, down to try anything at least once, but he may have to warm up to the idea. Just take it slow, baby steps, and let him warm up to the idea. Let him take the lead. He'll do anything you want after that <3
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
...OKAY- I WON'T SAY IT BUT KNOW I'M THINKING IT.
He has stamina for DAYS. Can't stop when he gets going. Like he gets straight up sexdrunk. Pussydrunk/Dickdrunk idk (I read the term in a Leon Kennedy x Reader fic and that's now how I'm describing all of the Links thanks) He's that. He's just so into it that he cannot stop. Your gonna have to stop him and pull him away man.
Although, you don't have to <33
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Absolutely uses toys. He sees them as a partner in crime rather than the enemy (As he should) and uses all sorts just to see what happens because of it. Remember that temp. play thing I mentioned? Loves using different tools, running them along your skin just to hear you cry out or jut up into him, shivering.
Also, probably loves plugs with a little tail on the end. A bunny tail-SORRY YOU HAD TO KNOW THAT WAS COMING-
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Loves to tease. He is absolutely loves making you beg for him. Loves feeling you make a mess all over yourself, and by consequence himself, only to pull away at the very last second. Actually. now that I think about it, he's so into edging. And the second your on the precipice, he'll push you over that ledge, but instead of staying with you and carrying you through that high, he's ruining your orgasm and laughing in your face.
Only to do it all over again.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Not overly loud...unless your sucking him off and playing with his balls. He's just a mess. I mean, he's crying out, whining, whimpering your name. Just broken. A broken little man.
When he's hitting it from the back though, it's not so much noises, but words. Legend has a FILTHY fucking mouth. Like get this man a bar of soap because the words he utters? Pure filth hidden in the perfect little tone, meant to make you shatter underneath of him.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Absolutely loves dumbifying his lover. Loves just turning them into the perfect, mindless little toy for him to use. Their mindless little cries as he just destroys them? Drive him up the wall. Their sinful whimpers as they reach for him, pulling him as close as possible as he carves his place into them?
Fuck, he's going feral just thinking about it.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He's packing an average six inches, seven when hard. Average girth as well. You know what's not average about him though? He's got the best curve to his dick. And it's all natural. It hits the perfect spots every time, no matter the position. And, when he puts his mind to it, he can make it feel thirteen times better. He's brushing against those spots without really trying anyway, but now he's hitting them, dead on, every single thrust.
And he's got nice balls. Suck 'em a little. He'll cry. In a good way though. :)
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
High. There is never a moment he's not down to do that devil's tango. He just hides it well. He has the trauma to have a damn good poker face and uses it all the time. He can't have all his thoughts on full display.
You know...Thoughts on bending you over his knee and just smacking those cheeks of yours, turning them a cherry red and watching the flesh ripple. Of making you cry and cling to him, begging him to stop while also pleading with him to do no such thing. Yk. Casual things.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Doesn't sleep normally let alone when his lover is displaying such vulnerability in his presence. He has to protect them! He needs to be there just in case. He's their first and last line of defense.
He's not sleeping until he's absolutely certain it's safe for both of you.
#yandere linked universe#yandere linked universe x reader#linked universe#linked universe x reader#yandere legend of zelda#legend of zelda#linkeduniverse#link x reader#loz#yandere lu legend#lu legend x reader#yandere lu legend x reader#lu legend#cindersins
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Father Paul NSFT Headcannons
Pairing: Father Paul | Monsignor John Pruitt x reader (Midnight Mass)
A/N: I am literally insane, and I am literally feral. No thoughts, only Father Paul and Hamish Linklater. I am going to hell and you are all coming down with me. Writing this made me literally dizzy. Dedicated to the very lovely @jacknives who helped flesh out many of these HCs in unhinged twitter convos <3 I would not be back writing without you
Warnings: Sexual content, 18+ ONLY, minors DNI. Millie, who's Millie? Reader is written as gn! but also includes talks of menstruation (if it doesn't apply to you, or makes you uncomfortable just ignore! there are tw before the HCs including blood), blood kink, this is incredibly sexual. Feedback is always appreciated, trying to really get the feel for this character.
✧ He asks you to pray with him before the act. The irony is not lost on you -- almost like this will cancel out the evenings sins. Both your knees on the wooden floor beside his bed, hands clasps together. Your heartbeat roaring in your ears. Quietly mumbling under his breath, his wooden rosary wrapped around his fingers. The same ones that will be inside you in due time.
✧ Obsessive about making you feel comfortable and gets genuinely upset if you demean yourself. If you attempt to cover yourself up, or ask for the lights off Paul will insist for you to reconsider. He has a serpents tongue for such a holy man.
✧ "God has made you in His perfect image. Meticulously crafted from dust. I want to see you as He intended. To deny yourself is to deny God, is that what you really want? Show me. Show me all of you. And I will show you all of me."
✧ The kindest, sweetest, most affectionate lover that has ever graced the face of this Earth. He sees you as his own personal deity; and angel sent directly from God to reward him for years of devotion. The Catholic guilt eats at him from time to time, constantly there in the back of his head. But, the way your bodies intertwine perfectly together, how his cock deliciously stretches you out like it was made for you and you alone. It could never feel like a sin to him. And if God Himself made pleasures this strong, who is Paul to deny it?
✧ You have to be reasonably quiet. God knows that if anything sounds off or suspicious Bev will rear her nosy head into your private life. He'll use his mouth to quiet moans threatening to escape from you.
✧ Paul is a quiet lover to begin with. His noises consisting mostly of flushed, broken moans that get caught in his throat. He is quite talkative though. His mouth on yours, panting in between hushed praises.
"You can take it, just a few more inches. I got you. You're so strong for me. My good angel..."
"Look at me, please. I - oh god - I want you to look at me when you cum."
"I-I can't control myself when you touch me like that. Don't stop."
"Can you feel me inside of you? How deep I am? You take me so well."
"Tell me what you want from me. Tell me where you need me the most."
✧ Enjoys giving more than receiving oral; for Adam was also tempted by the delicious apple betwixt Eve's thighs. What he lacks in skill he certainly makes up for enthusiasm. He uses the flat part of his tongue to drink from you, your taste the holiest of nectars. He loves your reactions to his ministrations too. How your thighs squeeze around his head, your nails digging into his scalp. You can feel the heat radiating off of his ears, flushed pink. Paul especially loves when you pull on his thick, black locks. The perfect combination of pleasure and pain.
✧ The way he looks when he hovers over you, member thrusting into your hot core is almost indescribable. Sweat starts to curl his neatly styled hair, pieces becoming unruly and sticking to his forehead. The way his eyebrows furrow together in concentration, eyes half lidded in bliss. He will often forget his own strength. The angel blood which courses inside his veins has not only returned his youth, but given him a whole slew of other newfound abilities. His knuckles turn white as he holds onto the headboard of the bed, snapping the wood beneath his hand.
✧ Other times it manifests itself in bruises across your body - a bite too rough, a grab too strong. Being the sweetheart he is, Paul will profusely apologize for them when the post coital bliss had dissipated. But you love them, because they are proof that he was there. That you were in his bed. That his hands, his mouth, his body touched your skin. That he belongs to you, and you alone. Even if no one else knows.
✧ Loves it when you take the reins too. How his baritone register reaches up to a whine, breathy and high pitched moans as you edge him. And how delicious it will be later, smirking to yourself at mass while thinking about how easily you make him come undone. Watching this confident man deliver his sermon, know that he will be on his knees begging you to bring him the sweet release he craves just hours from now. If only the town knew...
✧ [tw // blood mention] It takes every ounce of his being to not give in to his most primal urges during sex. The mixture of pheromones and your natural scent makes his eyes glaze over, almost putting him into a trance. He'll bury his face into the side of your neck, leaving fresh bruises created by his mouth in his wake. How easy it would be to sink his canines into the soft flesh there, finding your pulse point. The sickeningly sweet concoction of iron and honey across his tongue, how he'd imagine your blood to taste.
This is your body, broken for the forgiveness of sin.
✧ [tw // blood mention] He will break this rule only sometimes. If you are someone who menstruates, he will have a strong fascination with period sex. As long as you are comfortable with it, of course. The disgusting need to see you covered with blood immediately makes his pants tighten just at the thought. While eating you out, the combination of your unique taste mixed with the tang of blood turns him into something you barely see. Your soft spoken pastor becomes an insatiable lust-driven demon.
✧ [tw: blood mention] Drinking the angel's blood straight from the cruet while taking you from behind, his thrusts sloppy and erratic. Blood running down the side of his mouth, his eyes wild. Your head looking over your shoulder, mouth agape as he pours the remaining contents directly onto the curvature of your back. He is an animal, and this satisfies the craving inside him as he licks it off of you.
✧ Once you are both fully spend and fucked out, he doesn't want to separate from you. He lets you catch your breath, both your hearts returning in sync. His large hand, pushing stray hairs off of your face and grazing his thumb against your cheek. You can still feel his heartbeat inside of you.
"Don't move, I want to stay like this."
✧ His cock still buried deep inside you, arms wrapped around your waist as you both drift off. Warmth. Comfort. Protection. Together you are one until the morning light. In which this perfect solitude will be once again washed away. From lovers back to secrecy in the blink of an eye.
Paradise lost.
#midnight mass 2021#father paul x reader#monsignor john pruitt x reader#hamfam#hamish linklater#I am infiltrating your community
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amalas! you're such an inspiration for so many of us, not only with your art, but also with who you are as a person
sorry if this ask comes off like rude, if so please ignore it, but I'm wondering if you have tips for someone who wishes to go from mildly popular in a fandom, to having engagement with original art. I seem to struggle a lot with that here, on tumblr
thank you for your time! keep being amazing <3 uwu
Hey hey,
Awww thank you! I'm not sure I am (/)///(/) but I try my best!
Sorry for the late reply. The question is not rude at all, but I thought long about how and if I can answer this and what a good answer would be.
And I think I don't have a good one. I can however speak from my own experiences and share what I know and worked for me.
Social media and sharing art is tricky and I still don't get the "rules" or what works. And many things can be true at once! There is luck, and posting at the right time, and hitting someone the right nail and vibe, finding your people, having "the right" people to share your work and spread it. And it's work. One thing I mostly realized over the last two years is that there is a reason companies have social media managers and trying to keep up and relevant as a freelance artist is work!
But I think this applies more for a freelance art business and for platforms like twitter, instagram, artstation etc. Sites with weird algorithm and short living posts.
Tumblr is different and I think going into all my freelance hustle is also not what you are asking for and I'm getting off track :D
I think it's important to understand that when you are known for one thing, fandom art in this case, you will have followers who are only there for this specific fandom or ship. And you will lose them or not having support your original art. And that is okay!! But there will also always be people who are there for your art! And already having a basis of people who like your art due to fandom work is a great start!!
Now you just have to win them over for your original art!! And this can take time but if you are consistent and want it, just do your thing!! Be patient and do what you like!! And with this you will attract the people who are there for your art and characters! They will see your genuine joy and interest! And this will always attract people and pull them in!
I think in my case it helped that many of my fandom, or rather iwaoi art, was already close to my original art! I lend a lot from my first oc version to iwaoi and put a lot of my own interests and things into them! This made my iwaoi out of character for some, but I already managed to get the people who are interested in this kind of vibe and style. So the switch to my ocs was probably kinda smooth.
But overall I can say that me putting so much of myself and genuine interests and love into my art def attracted people and people with similar interests! Original art or even art for a ship or fandom you love has that! This special spark and someone behind who loves doing it. And it will shine through!! And if it doesn't work right away, give it time!
Really! Do your thing! Be unapologetic you!! And the people who want that will come!
It also always helps to tell a bit of a story. Do you have special characters? Is there a story? You don't need to share all, but dropping small glimpses into their world within your art and maybe in small texts posts def help people to connect to your art and get interested!
But beyond all that, please understand that social media is tricky! And giving out advice is super hard because sometimes the little spark of luck is missing. Promotion and getting out there is work and tricky! And a lot of things won't come quick!
Don't just do it for the likes and notes. And I know this is easier said than done!! And believe me I am not above this! we all want the engagement. But there needs to be an inner will that goes beyond that! That makes you enjoy doing it! Enjoy to draw and enjoy to put the work in on social media. To engage with people and share and not just for likes but because you like to do it!
And sometimes things will be slow and not work out right away. Just keep going and enjoy the journey!
I'm sorry, this got long and I feel I didn't really say anything helpful. As said, answering this is super hard!! And I never know how to cut myself short and give precise short answers!
On a last note: If you want to come off anon I'm happy to have a look at your art! Maybe I can give more insights when I see it on what and how could work. Or I can just reblog it and maybe have some more people see it!
but this is just an offer and I totally understand if you don't want to!! No pressure!
I wish you all the best with your art!
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So much I want to say again.
K if you read this, well ... I guess it doesn't matter any more. You've heard everything I have to say a hundred times and it wasn't enough. So maybe this is a goodbye note. I hope not.
I will always be here for you and you know that. I hope that brings you comfort even if you never reach out again.
You have options even if you can't see them atm. You control your destiny. Remember it.
It's a core strength of yours. You've temporarily forgotten it. You are hurting horribly. I see it and it bothers me so much. I am not your savior. I know that. You are your savior. You will be your savior. You just have to remember who you are - the woman I fell for.
Strong. Capable. Self-driven. Good. Caring. Sharp. You are a good person. I know you will find your way. I believe in you and I'm no dummy so ... maybe think on that for awhile. Maybe it's all true ... maybe you are an ass-kicker? Worth considering, right?
It's ok and you're going to be ok. I know that and have faith in you. Even if you don't. lol
I dislike how you gave up control of your life to be on autopilot to mask your pain. I dislike it ... but I understand it. I feel for you.
Find your way back to your core strengths.
I want to say stop abandoning yourself but it's a shit statement. It implies you know who you are and I'm not sure that's true atm. That's why you are giving in to escapist stuff, on the go.
Do your best to pause. Remember the river. The warm water washing away your worries. Find yourself in your river in the center of your mind. Relax there.
Meditate. Use that to quiet your mind. Skip the weed - it’s not doing you any good atm :( I know how hard it is for you rn - please be strong and heal.
Explore your feelings - I know you are dealing wish some serious bullshit but explore them. Look into Anxious Attachment style healing.
Be ok with expressing your needs. No one worthwhile will reject you or abandon you if you express yourself. Don't suffer quietly in anxiety.
Lol.
Look at me lecture and give advice again. Whatever. IDC - you said you always loved it so I won't judge myself for caring and sharing. And fuck do I still love and care for you. I think you love me too. And I get it - it seems impossible for you atm to find space for me. It’s not really impossible. It only seems that way because you are hurting.
Relationships can morph and evolve. Good people are worth finding ways to keep in our lives. I know … I know … It's so complicated and messy, isn't it?
I really wish you had included me in your decision. Once again, I was shut out. I'm sorry I wasn't more approachable. I feel like I let you down in so many ways. Ugh. It hurts tbh. It really fucking hurts. I'll be ok though - don't worry.
Keep an eye on your subconscious. It needs to be watched like a hawk - it doesn't seem to be your best friend tbh. I would honestly say it actively wants you to suffer. That's a fucking harsh statement and I'm probably way off-base but ... I think it's correct.
Your parents are behind you and can no longer harm you. But they've wired your identity to hurt. Recognize it. Heal. Remember who you are: strong, capable, a fighter.
Nobody wants you to hurt. You don't have to hurt. Choose to heal. You are a good person. Find that truth … because it is the truth.
It's extremely hard for loved ones to push me away ... and yet here we are. How in the world did you pull that off? Lol
But despite your efforts, I'll always be here for you. Haha
Well ... maybe not here, but you know how to find me.
No different than before, my feelings are consistent. My offers are genuine. My love is deep.
I ... am so ... empty atm ... lol.
Goodbye everyone - maybe not permanently - knowing me I'll be back in a few days.
Tumblr is not good for me. I would have left sooner but K insisted on using Tumblr's chat so ... like her good puppy dog, I stuck around here.
Hypno is not doing it for me. I think I'm still a pretty good tist lol but I've lost my passion for it.
I like the idea of finding a new good girl to have fun with but ... also ... I'm just not right atm. As much as I wish I was. I need to sort shit out and figure out motivations. I don't want to hurt anyone else and I don't want to be hurt.
The real problem is ... everything on this blog was for K. A long-ass love letter to her. And I don’t regret a second of the energy and time I put into it. She is worth it and more.
But now … she’s gone. So ... I guess I am too. For now.
Empty.
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What Kept them
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Chapter 1
Going on a trip
This was made multiple years ago, I am actively trying to continue it.
The pictures in this are from Google and I can't find the original photographer. I'm saying this as to not take credit for them.
There will be a lot of cuts since I was lazy with writing back then.
Hope you all enjoy it like the first one.
I will fix a few wordings to fit my new writing style.
(Back then I thought it would be easierif i gave the visuals of the rooms instead of ppl having to worry about both what the room looked like and what their characterlooked like in oke go, so i just looked up the pictures, if you all don't like the pictures then I can cut them out for the next part. )
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I kept all the simple explanations too.
(This is your home)
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I open my eyes slowly, a bright light shining gently warming my (s/c) skin and casting the room in a orange glow.
(I don't have a sunrise version of the room bc I'm getting all these pictures from Google but I'm sure you all have some good imagination)
I sit up from my position on my (f/c)ed bed and stretch, letting the blankets slide down and pool around my waist. Wiping away the remaining bits of drowsiness that hung tight to my eyelids.
I pull the covers off my frame and move to a sitting position at the side of my bed. All that is on my mind has been washed away by the warm sunlight pouring itself into my room, from the large window opposite of my position on the bed, and onto my backside.
'I must of left the curtains open... Oh well'
I thought to myself as I stand and steady myself from my siting position. Walking past the end of my bed and to the far left corner of my room, pull out my drawer and pick an outfit for the day.
(I chose a Gender neutral aesthetic from cottage-core bc it fits me but you all can do as you please, idrc. Also either way you are going to need a bag.)
(No you haven't changed into the clothes yet)
After I picked out something to wear I headed to the bathroom, right next to my room.
Placing the outfit on the counter and slid open the glass door to the shower turning on the water to start a warm stream. After taking of my night clothes, I step into the warm shower and close the glass door so that none of the cold air outside of the shower can enter.
(No shower scene for you))
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Turning off the water and grabbing the (f/c) towel from off the hanger, I pat myself down a bit then wrap the towel around myself, and stepping out of the shower.
After I'm completely dry and clothed, I brush my teeth then head out into the hallway once more, walking all the way down the hall and down the stairs I find myself at the archway to the kitchen.
There I see a male figure, about 6'2, hazel eyes, short curly black hair that travels to his beard the same consistency as the hair on his head, peach completion shaded Orange from the sunlight. He's wearing a red and black plad flannel shirt with black jeans and black leather boots.
He is standing over the stove with a pan in his hand and two plates staked with pancakes as he moves to plate the pancake he had just completed.
"G'Mornin Brenden," I say, as I head to the cabinet and take out two glasses.
"Morning," Brenden says with a cheerful, deep voice. I walk over to the fridge and take out the milk, I fill one glass with milk while Brenden takes the plates to the table and comes back to grab anything that can be added as toppings (idk what y'all like on your pancakes). I head to the table as Brenden comes back to the table with (You favorite Toppings/ F/T), syrup and butter and his cup now filled with orange juice. We settled down and start eating our breakfast.
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"So, how did you sleep?" Brendan asked, popping a cut peace of pancake in his mouth.
"I stayed up most of the night, I'm glad I got any sleep at all" I huff with a laugh, downing half of the milk in my glass
Brendan groaned lightly, "If you had a rough night I would of made waffles instead" he said looking slightly worried.
"Nah, no need for the goods, I'll be fine," I laughed lightly (aka pushing air out the nose bc who laughs now and days).
"Alright," Brenden said smiling slightly swallowing down the rest of his food, "Do you have any plans for today," he says looking up to me.
"I was thinking we could visit my grandma, she called me a week ago asking if I could stop by sometime this month, she was thinking about renovating a few rooms in that big ol' house of hers," I say as I finish my food as well picking up my plate and cup and heading back to the kitchen to clean the used dishes.
Brendan fallows with his used dishes and helps me load them, along with the other discarded dishes left in the sink, into the dish washer, "Sounds fun I guess,"
"Totally," I say, "We can head out now if we want to get there early," I say as more of a suggestion than a statement.
"Can you call her to see if she will allow us to say a few days while we help her? It would be pointless to waist gass traveling back and forth just to renovate some rooms. I can hurry and pack some cloths for like a week," Brenden asked as he pointed a thumb in the direction of upstairs were our rooms are held.
"Sure, I'll give her a call and we can get everything situated," I say wipping my hands off on a towel.
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(You called your grangran and she said it was fine for you and your friend to stay over for as long as you both would like, you got packed and loaded into the car now youve driven to a far off village. You and Brenden get to your gran's house anv that's were we will pickup)
(This is Grammy's place) ((I would want to live there))
(This is the Brenden's car, I'm putting yours in the shop for no reason 👀)
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Stepping out of the truck, picking up my duffle bag that I kept in the front with me I head up the walkway to the front gate. Brenden fallowing along with his own duffel bag and both of suitcases.
Ringing the doorbell, we stand on the porch patiently. Seeing the figur of my grandmother getting closer to the door through the window. The moment my grandmother has the door open, she is quick to hug me, "Oh hello, my grand baby," my grandmother says as she hugs me tightly. "It's good to see you, and I see you came with your friend," she lets go of me then raps Brenden in a hug in which he returns.
"Hello Mrs. (Grandma's last name (G/L/N))" Brenden says as I laugh at the image of Brenden, a big burly guy, giving my grandmother, a 5'6 lady. Once they have separated, my grandma thurns to usher us inside.
"Come now, it's quite late, and I expected you both to be here later so I got a room ready for you both," she says heading straight up the stairs, with me following code behind and Brenden, after closing the door, hurrying after us.
My grandma leads us down the hall, around the left corner, and to the far end door, she opens it to reveal a neat set-up.
"Uh, grandma, cans you prepare another room?" I ask softly slightly closing in on myself.
"Why" she asked looking at me with slight consern, the look quickly turning into a stern look, "You two aren't fighting, are you?"
"No! Me and Brenden are cool, it just that we aren't together," I say lightly laughing when her face turned into one of shock and understanding.
"OH, then yeah sure, you should have told me," she steps out of the room and goes tward a room three doors down the hall at the right side. "One of you can stay in here, it's a little smaller, but I'm sure it will do fine,"
"I'll stay in that one, (Y/N) you can have this room," Brenden says as he takes his suitcase to his room after putting mine at the end of the bed.
"Alright, I'll unpack quickly so we can talk about the renovations," I lay my duffel bag across the side of the bed and start to take out my main necessities, placing my laptop on the side drawer and going to the rooms bathroom.
I placed my (f/c) towels on the rack and my toothbrush in the small cup at the side of the sink. Leaving the bathroom I unpack my suitcase into on of the drawers next to the bed.
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After I finished unpacking I go to the sitting area where my grandma is waiting with some sweets and dinks for me and Brenden, as I sit down on one of the seats Brenden comes in and settles down as well.
"Since it's so late I won't have you two do anything, you've been on the road for most of the day so I'll let you rest for today," Grandma says, taking a sip of her plain bitter tea.
"Thanks Mrs.(G/L/N)," Brenden say taking a bite of a strawberry cheesecake tart.
"Oh please call me (grandma's name(G/N)), or grandma like my grand kids does," she said folding got hands over her lap, smiling at him.
Brendan nods, still chewing on the tart.
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(How long is this story? The day continues, you and Brenden get further more settled in and used to the halls and rooms, you all meet in the dining room for dinner then head to your separate rooms to shower and get some shut eye.
Drink some water)
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Chapter 2
Plans for the weekend
This one is shorter
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I slowly open my eyes to the calm light of the morning sun peaking into the room through the curtains. I sit up and grab my phone from off of the side desk and turning it on,
6:43am
It's quite early so I decide to lay back down to sleep. As I'm getting comfortable under the covers once more I hear the slight squeek of the door opening.
A few seconds later there is a weight the appears at the end of the bed, I turn to see what it was, finding my grandma's cat, Gideon.
(These are big house cats)
He struts up to my head and sits himself onto the pillow next to my head, then sits to look me in the eye.
"You want me to feed you, don't you?", I get a purr in return making me sigh.
"Fine," I throw the cover from off of me and hop out of the bed, "why couldn't you have just asked gam-ma, she would give you extra pets" I try to negotiate with Gideon for him to go to My grandmother instead of me, yet the only response I get in return is him hopping off of the bed gracefully and going to wait for me at the door.
Groaning, I trudge out of my room, down the hall to the stair case, and down to the kitchen.
(Think of your own grandma's kitchen I'm sleepy)
I make my way to the bottom cabinet near the entrance, opening it and grabbing one can of soft cat food.
I open the can and dump the goop into Gideon's food tray, taking his water fountain and refilling the purifier. 'Dang spoiled brat' I place the small fountain back next to the food tray.
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(Shower & changed. You in the living room talking about the renovations and all that crap)
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"Oh and I was playing on making the right wings bathroom into just a single room bathroom, and we could have the bathroom at the cross hall be the main bathroom," Grandma rambled on excited to start on the new reservations.
"What if more than one person has to use the bathroom? We might not want to change that one... Plus half the rooms already have bathrooms you don't need more," I spoke blandly, looking at the notes of what she wanted renovated, moved, or thrown out, and scribbled the idea out after she agreed.
#male reader#gn reader#old writing#wattpad#gender nuetral reader#m!reader#gn!reader#female reader#fem!reader#ftm#mtf#magic#froggo writes#reqs open#send asks
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Akudama Drive Matchup: Hacker
Warnings: Fluff.
@mondgewalt Request: HI HI, so i feel like a lot of people asked for matchups, so now i wanna try it out too. could i get a platonic matchup for the akudama drive characters? any gender is fine!
i’m a dude, 5‘4 (165cm) and my clothing style is pretty plain, usually consisting of hoodies and ripped jeans (and occasionally a jeans jacket 😭).
personality wise… i‘m pretty introverted and prefer to be by myself. i also have social anxiety, so that might explain why i never go out 😍. but if i‘m with friends (or people i feel comfortable with) i‘m pretty open and i really love sarcasm. i also have a lot of knowledge for random things, i‘m a big daydreamer, and i‘m spontaneous! i also try to be as tolerant as possible. buttttt, i‘m awkward with others, easily irritable, unassertive and nervous ALL the time.
for my interests: i love to draw, read (fanfics) and i love music. if i had to pick a genre, probably any post-punk genre (streetpunk or oi!). i also love rhythm games bc i love to destroy my thumbs by tapping too fast 😍 OH, and i love languages!!
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After reviewing through the information given, I believe that you are best matched with Hacker!
Hacker likes your plain style. Sure it's nothing compared to the clothing that Hacker wears, but he finds that yours is far more comfortable and he likes how soft your hoodies are. (Hacker may be a little bit jealous and in awe of your jean jacket... there's no way Hacker can pull off a look like that).
Hacker is also pretty introverted himself, so he'll appreciate your company far more than others. He'll also be understanding whenever you need your space. If you ever leave him on 'read' in a private chat, he'll know that you probably don't have the energy to reply and will check back later. (He may or may not send you videos he finds interesting just to pass the time and coax you to open up).
You have social anxiety? That's more than fine with Hacker. He rarely leaves his apartment and if you prefer, you can spend most of your friendship online. (In fact, that's probably how you first met). However, even Hacker has his limits, so he'll probably find out where you live just so the both of you can raid a 24/7 convenience store for fruit jelly packets. (Hacker will gladly talk to the cashier for you, but he's going to pay with your money).
Unfortunately, the world will never know peace once the both of you make the mistake of sassing each other. Quick wit and banter between romantic rivals from young adult novels have nothing on what's going on between the both of you. If you're arguing in public, people will think that you're enemies, but that's the farthest thing from the truth. Sarcasm is practically encoded into Hacker's system, it only makes sense that he befriends someone who can match him wit for wit.
Your spontaneity better be on par with Hacker’s. You see, Hacker is a bored creature by nature. He has hacked into security systems of varying degrees of difficulty, deleted files from government databases for fun, and not once has been caught. A genius at his own game, you better believe that he will jump at any opportunity to alleviate his boredom. Please encourage him to enrich his enclosure or else he might end up taking up an anonymous offer about a heist regarding a serial killer. If you don’t, he’ll drag you along for the ride.
Hacker doesn’t mind that you’re awkward and easily irritated. He’s not that great at human interaction, but he will do his best to comfort you and give you space as needed. He’s a pretty low maintenance sort of friend.
However, even he might express concern about your inability to assert yourself. It’s not his business, but he’ll strongly caution you to stick up for yourself. If the world were a game—which it is, but don’t quote him on that—you’d definitely need to buff up your charisma stats.
That said, rhythm games? Have you seen Hacker’s introductory scene where his fingers fly over his holograms? Yeah, try going up against that. If you end up beating him, you’re in for the ride of your life. Hacker will continue challenging you until he beats you to the ground with his high scores. And languages? Does that mean you can code in binary? HTML? Python? C++? Oh… did you mean Japanese, French, etc.? How boring…
Basically, being friends with Hacker means that you’re basically befriending any other teenage boy… Except, you know, he has a penchant for hacking, has an unhealthy hyperfixation on jelly drinks, and is terminally online. However, he is true and loyal to the very end. If you’re ever uncomfortable around him, he’ll take notice, apologize, and mind his words better around you. In return, you better entertain him.
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If you want to donate a Ko-Fi, feel free https://ko-fi.com/devintrinidad.
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#akudama drive#akudama drive hacker#akudama drive matchup#matchups#matchup#dearestones#devintrinidad
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omg can i please request a stranger things matchup??? you’re writing style is so pretty <333
and could it please be one of the fruity four???
my name is florence but most people call me flo or other nicknames. i’m a tanned 5’4 slim girl with long curly gold hair that i typically hold off my face with a ballet pink coloured ribbon. i have eyes that are constantly switching between blue, green and grey. my face is littered with freckles but i don’t have a lot on my body. i’m bisexual.
i’m extremely physically affectionate. my friends irl will tell anyone that because i’m nearly always holding their hands or looping my arms with theirs. i also get told that my personality reminds people of miss honey or cinderella. so i guess that means i’m pretty soft spoken and kind. i’m very quiet when i first meet people but once they probably know me i can ramble for ages about my hyper-fixations.i can be kinda naive but only because i always wanna see the good in people!!! i don’t really get angry or when i am angry i just end up crying.
i really love classic literature and vintage books!!! along with vintage movies (especially audrey hepburn movies, i’m literally obsessed with her) i love alternative music from the 80s. think the smiths, blondie, echo and the bunnymen. but also i thrive listening to vintage love songs. i dress in a very typically feminine way with ditsy floral patterns and lace being a staple in my wardrobe. i love pressed flowers and journaling.
ok i think i’ve rambled about myself enough. but seriously thank you so, so much for doing this it really means a lot to me!!! <333
YOU ARE ONE OF THE SWEETEST SOULS I WILL PROBABLT EVER INTERCAT WITH ON THIS APP. I LOV EYOU FLO 😭
you know who else would love you too?
NANCY WHEELER
you and nance would have such an adorable romance. you know how i imagine it’d go? nancy has probably thought of herself as straight for a while. she knew she thought girls were pretty, but she felt something change in her the moment she laid eyes on you. it was like the attraction she’d felt toward steve, but… more? she felt the need to be by you all the time as soon as you two had your first conversation. she chalked it up as she now had a friendship she could equate to barb, but it was almost like it was more than that. with nancy, there’s a lot of realizing it’s more than platonic. it’s more than just, ‘florence is the most gorgeous girl i’ve ever seen.’ it is definitely more than ‘i’d probably kiss her if she was a guy.’ she would kiss you how you are now, and that’s what set off her crush for good.
you two would be the cutest couple. nancy would be a lot more in her masculine when she’s around you. she feels a need to protect- even though she knows you can protect yourself. your dates would consist of making your way to fields and putting flowers in each other’s hair and proceeding to roll down hills together and kiss at the bottom. you two would hold hands as much as you could, admiring the paint that adorned your nails that was put there by the other. you knew your relationship couldn’t be public for a while, but you wanted to love her just the same. you wanted to love her like your love was normal, as did she.
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Nancy pulls you by the hand, her skirt flowing behind her as she rushes up a hill with you trying your best to catch up.
“What’s the rush, Nance?” You ask, a giggle leaving your lips as she looks back at you with a raised eyebrow.
“‘What’s the rush, Nance?’ More like, where’s the pep in your step, Flower?” There goes the sweet nickname you came to love, making your heart skip a beat and your face flush.
The stars above you twinkled brightly, lighting the path up to the highest hill in Hawkins, Indiana. Before you was the bird’s eye view of the carnival below, and you suddenly realized why you two were here.
“The fireworks?” You asked bashfully, your hand squeezing hera a bit more tightly now understanding aforementioned rush. “Nance, how did- But, didn’t the others want to watch them all together?”
“Flower…” She started. “We have the rest of our lives to spend with those dorks. We don’t know how long we both have… I want to love you now. Not later, never ever later.”
As you smiled and she pulled you in for a kiss, the first firework lit the sky.
#nancy wheeler#nancy stranger things#stranger things#stranger things x reader#nancy wheeler x reader#nancy wheeler matchup
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attempt number two: the quest to finally have a flattering pair of sweatpants
now, if you’re anything like me, i’m kind of an indecisive mess when it comes to style. in the past, my outfits consisted of an oversize band shirt and baggy sweatpants
but after a couple years of that, one day i looked in the mirror and was like “wait.. these pants look.. familiar”
yeah, definitely not the vibe in going for..
so now i have a ton of sweatpants that i never wear, and i don’t know what to do about it. do i buy more and waste money trying to find a pair that dont make me look weird?! nope!
i have a sewing machine and an iphone, which means i can pretty much do anything i want.
first thing i did was look at the pants that i have that i actually do like to wear. i realized that what i usually go for is low wasted, flared, or wide leg.
after doing some research (aka looking up sewing tutorials on tiktok because my attention span is rotted) i found two videos that told me exactly what i wanted to do.
PART ONE: making them low waisted
i honestly thought this would be harder, but after watching this video, it seemed pretty simple. but there’s a very scary part to this, which is actually measuring and cutting the fabric.
i’m not good at math, or anything to do with numbers, so i knew this was something i’d struggle with. my method was to just pull the pants down, and then make off the excess. is this a good plan? i don’t know, i’ve never done this before
it’s not a super big difference, so i think i’ll be fine.
the length was pretty much the same as my phone, so i just used that to mark it. maybe that’s not a good idea, but that’s a problem for future me. (and yes, i used an eyeliner pencil to mark it. i can’t keep saying this enough, i don’t actually know what i’m doing)
i also marked these other places. i couldn’t really tell from the video, but it looked like she also trimmed this part.
now, in this part of the video, she starts cutting. and i’m terrified of messing up. my mom suggested that i could sew first, so i could easily see what im doing. i don’t know if she’s right, but i trust my mom more than a random person online.
now.. onto the actual pants
the material is a lot thicker than what i was practicing on. maybe this is a bad thing. i chose to ignore it
probably shouldn’t have ignored it though. i ended up panicking and asking my mom for help just like i always do (love you mom)
yeah, not my brightest moment..
after a couple attempts, i finally got them to fit right. but now i have to deal with the bottoms
PART TWO: no more elastics!
i was originally going to follow this video, but i realized id have to adjust the length of each keg anyways because i’m way too short.
so instead, i just cut the cuffs right off! maybe i should’ve measured them, but i got lucky.
after that, i just sewed a simple hem (once again with my moms help)
after doing that on both legs, she also told me to add a slit on the sides to help achieve that wide-leg pants look. i did that, and then i did a similar hem on the raw edge. i don’t know if that slit was necessary (and i can’t tell if i love or hate the way it looks) but i did it, and it looks okay.
please excuse my awkward posing. i never know how to take photos of myself
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(Those might be a little out of order, I just remembered the emojis, not what order they were listed in lol)
thank you!! And don't worry about it being out of order, it's not a problem
(also apologies in advance because this turned into some MAJOR rambling)
🌻what makes you want to give up on writing? what makes you keep going?
I thrive off of feedback, and so I tend to get discouraged when I write something I'm proud of and it gets little/no response. It starts to feel like I'm putting a lot of effort into something that's just going to float aimlessly through the void, and I have other hobbies that I could spend my time on.
And admittedly, this happens sometimes when I swap read with a friend too - I put a lot of effort into commenting, marking lines and making note of all the little things I liked, since I always love getting those sorts of comments on my own writing, and then my writer friend either won't read my writing in exchange, or won't comment on it so I don't even know what they thought. That's not meant to be a callout and I'm not upset with anyone in particular, it's just a fairly consistent thing I've noticed and it makes sustaining motivation difficult.
Generally this is resolved by either receiving a surprise comment or two (I literally got a two-line comment on A Love Once New and it pulled me out of 2 months of uninspired dormancy), or simply pressing myself through the hard parts because I know there's a scene I've been dying to write coming up.
🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?
Okay, so I have a bad habit of starting fics in the most underused fandoms or with the most underappreciated characters, so it's kind of a tossup. But I'm actually gonna go with A Love Once New for this one, for one particular reason.
That fic is LONG. Over 200k words at this point. And given I started it over two years ago at this point, my writing's a lot better now than it was when I began. I worry that people will click onto it, but the old writing style will chase them away (it's not bad, but certainly not great) and they won't bother sifting through 60-something chapters to get to the new, well-written stuff.
I've put so much love and thought into that fic, but I feel like it just doesn't get appreciated the way I want it to.
(but also I work really fucking hard on everything I write so they all kinda fall into that category)
✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)
I used to have a longtime consistent reader on Smoke and Mirrors, who left these really great, multi-paragraph comments on every chapter, and it gave me so much joy to write that one. And then I had a second reader who came in after a while, and left slightly shorter but still really wonderful comments. But they disappeared, and the only comment I got on the most recent chapter was along the lines of "I don't really like being left in suspense, I hope Madison's okay. Nice update though." I'm grateful for the comment, but... not the most inspiring, y'know? It reads to me almost like a warning, like "you're losing my attention, please resolve this plot before I leave too"
I really wish I could get a few of those readers back, honestly. Smoke and Mirrors has some of my most dynamic characterization, a great slowburn, and I feel like I've struck a really good blend of angst and softness. I'm genuinely very proud of what I've built with that one and my writing keeps improving each chapter, but it feels like my readers have just been trickling away despite that.
💎why is writing important to you?
In a general sense, I feel like writing is an incredibly good way to showcase different perspectives and generate compassion and understanding in a way that other forms of media can't. Writing helps showcase not only a character's actions but their thoughts and worldview, which is an excellent tool for representation.
In a personal sense, writing is important to me because I feel more understood myself. I can incorporate my thoughts and perspectives or even rant about some of my personal pains through the lens of the story, and usually turn it into something compelling and interesting to the reader. I can channel my emotions into the words, and actually make something positive and creative out of them. It helps me keep the rampant ideas from piling up on me, helps me focus my thoughts, and makes me more articulate when I need to express something in the real world.
💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?
I wasn't expecting Who Waits Forever Anyway? to get so much attention! I knew there was a standing Night at the Museum fandom since everyone loves Jed and Octavius, but I was surprised that so many people actually engaged with my Ahkmenrah-centered fic too! I've had three or four consistent readers (non-writer friends, people who genuinely just stumbled into the story and decided to stick with it) since the beginning, and that fic probably gets as many comments as the others combined. Catch and Release has more hits and bookmarks, but doesn't seem to have as many consistently engaged readers.
And on the opposite side of things, I'm surprised Secret Worlds and (Farewell) Wanderlust got so little attention. The Sandman is popular, the fandom appears to be pretty active, and the Corinthian is a well-liked character as a whole. Plus, I feel like those two pieces are some of my better bits of writing. Logically, I'd have thought it would get more attention.
💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!
Okay, so recently my motivation has been almost entirely devoted to this new fic called Taking Flight (thank you ADHD, I literally can't focus on any of my other WIPs right now), but I've been trying to work on the next chapter of Desert Song! I don't want to spoil too much, but I'll give you two things: it starts and ends with flashbacks, and the focus song for this chapter is The History of Wrong Guys from Kinky Boots.
The history of wrong guys:
Chapter one, he’s a bum.
Two, he’s not into you.
Three, he’s a sleaze.
Four, loves the girl next door.
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"This is my room," comes a gruff voice behind you as you keep looking out the window, taking in the greenery and the beautiful ocean.
See, you knew he would be here.
You knew, because Harry and Mitch were attached at the hip, and you didn't mind. You didn't mind seeing your ex every time you were invited to hang out with MitchandSarah & co, except when said ex decided to be an evil arsehole.
Perhaps, calling him an "ex" was weird, seeing how your time alone only consisted of you both getting high, mostly naked as he whispered the filthiest things in your ear and promised to make you feel good, be the best you've ever had. Other than that, though, he was an insufferable bastard. Since you never hung out with the man without your friends around–getting rat-arsed and high... and the activities that followed aside–, you didn't know if he was always this annoying.
He seemed to be getting along just fine with the others, especially Sarah and the other girls, so you had no problems scratching off the "women hater" off your list. And you can't ever recall him being this insufferable while you both were fucking which was, in his case, miserable. So, it was definitely annoying. You weren't that interested in him to think that he was being mean because he was secretly in love with you. That was a myth, a pathetic myth, wasn't it? No, you wouldn't steep that low. He was just an arse, full stop.
You turn around with an eye-roll, and within seeing his face, you nearly clench your fists like a ten-year-old. "Do you live here?" You ask, hoping the boring expression on your face is also detectable in your tone.
It's certainly not a surprise when Harry scoffs.
"I don't, but I picked this room first. Since, you know," he looks around, and walks further into the room, finally stopping at the feet of the bed. "You were late. As per."
"Oh fuck off. This isn't summer camp. Besides, I don't see any of your shit around. The room was empty when I arrived."
"If you bothered to look inside the wardrobe..."
Seriously, you find yourself thinking, how the fuck did you ever end up with this man. Naked.
There's a commotion downstairs, so you both turn to the door, but much to your dismay, there's no one coming to check up on you and hopefully, save you from Harry Styles' pathetic gob.
You turn towards the window again, eyes squinting briefly at the last bits of sunshine that's glinting from between the branches.
"Well. You shouldn't have left then. You weren't here when I arrived."
Harry shakes his head, and you swear you can see his nostrils flaring if you look carefully. Though, you just watch him with a smug smile on your face as he walks to the wardrobe and pulls open the white doors. True to his word, his clothes are there, perfectly folded, and for a moment you feel a pang of guilt before you look back up at his face and see the furrowed eyebrows.
"See. My clothes. I'm sure Sarah will sort it out for you, find you another room or summat."
"There's only three bedrooms. Can't sleep with a pregnant woman and her boyfriend, can I?"
"What about Rachel and David? Aren't you best friend's with her?"
"Harry, you're ridiculous. Just–" you wipe the sweat off of your forehead, feeling yourself grow hotter and hotter each passing minute. "–just sleep on the sofa. This is my first vacation this year. You go on holidays every week or so. Let us commoners have this."
"Oh, please. Didn't you have a girls weekend getaway or whatever the fuck in Soho Farmhouse two weeks ago?"
You can't help the scoff that leaves your mouth, and a raised eyebrow follows. "How do you know about that?"
"Because," he rolls his eyes, and slams the wardrobe shut. "You post seven hundred stories every day."
"You're a stalker."
"You sleep on the sofa."
You smirk, noticing how he avoided your previous statement.
To be fair, you hated posting on your story. Though, knowing Harry followed you on Instagram made posting on there fun, and seeing his username on the list of who watched your stories pop up at the very top every single time whenever you posted a story almost made you let out a mingy little laugh and rub your hands together, and scream "gotcha!".
"I won't."
"You're getting on my nerves."
"What a coincidence," you ignore the stare he's sending your way and walk towards your carry on, and start taking the contents out one by one, laying everything on the bed.
He watches with a scowl on his face, arms crossed across his chest, and a satisfied smile paints your features as you take out the toiletries bag next.
"Are you seriously unpacking right now?" Harry cranes his neck so he can see better. He looks ridiculous, standing in the middle of the room with arms crossed, but you refrain from saying anything.
In fact, you don't even answer him. Perhaps, you find yourself thinking, it was silly to unpack your underwear first. It wasn't as if you brought super "sexy" shit or lace everything. You can definitely feel his gaze watching your every movement as you take everything out carefully and place them on top of each other. With most of your underwear in hand, you get on one knee in front of the bedside table and open the drawer, placing everything inside and it's surprising how he hasn't claimed the bedside table yet.
"Look," he sighs. "I'll talk to Sarah, maybe you can sleep with her and Mitch–"
"–don't be stupid we're not making them sleep with other people because you can't be a gentleman and sleep on the sofa."
"Oh for fuck's sake," he growls, and you finally look at him, eyebrows raised in hopes of making him feel as stupid as he sounds right now. Unfortunately, though, he continues, "Okay, damn it, I'll sleep on the floor."
Fool.
"Common sense, Harry. Always pick sofa. No matter what."
"Were you born to make my life a living hell?"
"Look," you sit on the bed, and look around. "This is boring me to death. I'm sleeping on the bed. If you shut your gob, you can sleep with me on the bed."
Harry lets out an obnoxious laugh. "Just admit I was here first and you didn't bother checking the–"
"Yes, I didn't and what about it? I'm here now, aren't I? I'm on the bed, babes. Anyway," you get on your feet, and with one last look at him, you start walking towards the door. "I'll see you in a bit. I guess."
You both manage to avoid each other as much as you can throughout the day, and really, it wasn't that hard considering the good company of your friends, good food and good alcohol. You mainly helped Sarah and Rachel in the kitchen as the men lounged on the sun loungers, Mitch handling the grill and David helping you guys with the drinks that came in and out of the house pretty quickly with the way you lot consumed them like water.
You spend the night eating, laughing and drinking, sometimes singing along to whatever song played on David's fancy Bluetooth speaker, and everyone begins ushering inside with full bellies and most of them–except the very pregnant Sarah–with a tipsy smile on their faces.
You leave before Harry though, leaving him smoking his last cigarette by the pool while you run up the stairs and into the room, closing the door behind you. You quickly get rid of the romper and get your favourite pyjamas on, eyes searching for the orange makeup bag so you can take off the remaining makeup before bed. You knew it was silly not to do your night routine, but you still zip the bag closed with a sad expression on your face, not wanting to see your toner and night cream any more than you needed to as you throw it on the floor next to your bags. It's pathetic really, how determined you are to get in the bed before Harry can that you forego your whole routine and stick to some cotton pads. Though, plugging your charger and getting between the cool sheets make you forget all about it as you let out a sigh, and unlock your phone to do your nightly scroll before falling asleep.
As you double tap on a selfie, the door opens, and you hear him scoff, again. You keep scrolling though, and try to sneak a few glances at him as he makes a beeline for the wardrobe, and to your surprise, begins to undress. You try to stay calm, and not to think about how domestic this whole thing seems; being in the same room as him as he gets ready for bed.
Right, getting ready for bed.
You keep your eyes on your phone as his clothes hit the floor one by one, and when you look up briefly, he's got a pair of joggers on, and he's throwing the clothes he had on in the wardrobe.
He turns around, and find your gaze, and he rolls his eyes.
"I knew you'd be in bed, here, as soon as I heard someone running. Forgot you were a literal five-year-old," he mutters under his breath, loud enough so you can still hear him. "I'm not sleeping on the sofa."
"I love how you're basically arguing with yourself."
"Like I said, I'm not sleeping on the sofa. I didn't come all the way to sleep on a bloody sofa."
"Suit yourself. I guess we're sharing. Unless," you lock your phone, and place it on the bedside table. "You want to share," you shrug, adjusting your pillow and sigh at the cool fabric against your hot cheeks.
You can feel him thinking, the wheels turning in his head, and you finally hear the floorboards creek underneath his feet as he walks closer to the bed, and pushes the sheets off of you. The whole thing.
You blink in surprise. "Stop it, dude! What the fuck."
"I'm getting in! Fuck's sake, be quiet."
"You did that just to annoy me."
You're both quiet for a minute, Harry taking his rings off and then comes his socks, and he finally copies you, laying on his back on the bed. He covers the both of you, though you know it's not intentional since he couldn't do it without covering his own body with the duvet, and then he lets out a strangled sigh.
"The bed's too small."
"Are you calling me fat?"
"What?" He turns his face to you, and perhaps it's the first time he's looking at you– really looking.
His brows are furrowed, and lips turned downwards in a pout.
"I'm taking the piss, Harry. I know you're not calling me fat."
"Good," he says, though his voice isn't exactly soft. "I wouldn't."
"Good."
Silence.
It's unbearable.
Despite the hot weather, you feel yourself shiver, and you wish you were the only one in bed so you could do the whole burrito technique with the duvet. Alas... you stay where you are. You both do.
A dog barks in the distance, the high-pitched bark coming through the open window, and you can feel Harry breathing too fast beside you. You want to shout at him, tell him to fuck off and... not breathe too fast, though it sounds a bit too rude even for you, so you stay silent and wait for the dog to pipe the fuck down.
You try to turn on your side, because you could never see yourself fall asleep laying on your back like a vampire, but you almost fall, not anticipating the tiny space you've got going on. It's bad, and you know you're not going to get a good sleep. So, you find yourself contemplating about getting up and sleeping on the sofa because honestly, fuck him.
Harry shuffles next to you, presumably trying to find a good position to sleep in himself, but he lets out a groan and it startles you.
"What's wrong with you!"
"The bed's too fucking small."
"We've established that."
He sniffs, hands clenching the sheets around his body. "I don't sleep on my back. My back hurts."
You don't say anything, hoping for him to just get up and leave, go sleep on the sofa. He doesn't, though. It's another fifteen minutes before you let out another sigh, trying to get comfortable on the bed, and Harry copies you. You both turn on your sides, facing each other and Harry groans when your knee makes contact with his thigh, making you cringe in embarrassment. A quiet sorry leaves your mouth and he shakes his head, then turns the other way, facing the door.
"Fuck," he spits after a minute. "If we both want to fit, we'll have to cuddle."
"Cuddle? Fuck no."
"Just," he turns to you again, but the bed is too small for you both so his knees touch yours. "Just come closer. Either that, or go sleep on the sofa."
"Why don't you–"
"You're so stubborn! Come closer, I won't eat you or fall in love with you. Fuck."
You groan, but oblige for some reason, feeling your heart beginning to beat faster for some ridiculous reason.
It's been a long time, you find yourself trying to convince your heart. It's been a long, long time since you've been this close to a human being. Too long since you've cuddled with someone, so obviously you were going to feel a little excited, and weird. Yes, definitely weird.
You get closer and he lifts up his arm, you both sharing a look before you roll your eyes and place your hand on his wrist, placing it on your hip. He's quiet, eyes searching yours, and the crease between his brows are gone, and you want to laugh, because who knew it only took your skin against his to wipe that stupid grimace off of his face.
"I still think you're annoying," Harry mumbles, clearly sleepy. His hold on your hip becomes tighter as his thumb strokes your skin over the fabric.
"I know. Just shut up and sleep."
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Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)
Warnings: Swearing
Genre: FLUFF, RPF (Real Person Fic)
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I just walked into Corpse’s apartment to find him barricaded in the bathroom, giving himself a hair appointment. We were supposed to have a chill night in watching movies, but it seems to me like those plans will either have to be delayed or canceled, given the chaotic state both Corpse and his bathroom are in. I mean, how dumb was I to expect he was actually doing his hair justice when he told me he styled it himself? Why didn’t that immediately raise an army of red flags in my head and lead me to question his methods?
I’m honestly quite jealous of Corpse’s hair. It’s always so soft and silky and no matter how much or how little effort he’s put in it, it always looks good: either evidently carefully styled or boyishly messy, it leaves me with heart-eyes regardless. But to see him massacre it like this, it makes me wish I could report it as a crime.
“Ain’t obvious?“ He sounds rather frustrated and I feel at least slightly better due to this fact. He deserves to be as frustrated as I am by the sight of the crap he’s doing. “Sorry, you’re gonna have to wait for me for...a little while. I just need to get this under control and, um, clean the mess. Sorry for ruining your night like this, babe. I-I really wasn’t planning on it to take this long but I forgot to buy one of the products and I thought I could wing it without it but...I very clearly can’t so...“
“Please, stop talking. I don’t need to know what sins you’ve committed - if I do I’ll probably have to give you the silent treatment for like a week or so.“ I call out to him as I quickly skip over to the kitchen to leave the food I bought on my way over before returning to the bathroom and carefully taking a step inside, mindful of where there are hair strands on the tiles. Even severed, his hair is beautiful and I have a ton of respect for it - ok fine, I adore it. Corpse definitely doesn’t appreciate it properly. I walk over to the shower, reaching out to the two shelves inside which are lined with different types of hair products. “Oh fuck...“ I let out the whisper without even realizing it because I’m so stunned by the brands I see on those shelves. “Corpse, um, what the actual fuck?”
He turns to me, eyes wide and terrified because of my menacing tone. “What? What is it?” His gaze searches the spot where mine was just pointed at, looking for anything that could’ve provoked such a reaction from me. Seeing nothing but the hair products, he meets my deadly glare yet again, “What’s wrong?”
Alright, this man-child needs some serious help
“I’ll tell you what’s wrong.“ I say, stomping towards the exit of the bathroom, “You’re gonna stay here and wait for me to come back and don’t you DARE, even touch your hair, let alone bring a pair of scissors or any chemical near it. Copy?“
“Copied and pasted, ma’am.“ He salutes me, knowing better than to ask questions when I enter my commander role. There are quite a few things that set me off into this bossy-ass persona, and hair mistreatment is most definitely one of them. Thing is, Corpse doesn’t know that. Well, he didn’t know that, pretty sure he’s guessed it by now.
Feeling myself soften at his obedience and trust, I give him a smile and a wink over my shoulder as I go to grab my bag and leave the apartment to complete my mission, “Good boy.”
* * *
“Isn’t that a lot better?“ I ask, gently running my fingers through Corpse’s freshly cut, washed and dried hair. I’ve spent a good five minutes just smoothing through it with my fingers. I bet he’s expecting me to say ‘my precious‘ at any moment now, and trust me it’s tempting, but I still don’t, I won’t give him the pleasure of predicting my actions. Wow, we’ve really reached that level of being familiar with one another that I predict that he’s predicting what I’m gonna do next. While I’m a guessing game for him, I tend to think of myself as more of an open book. You just gotta be fluent in the language it’s written in to understand it.
I’ve gone off-topic, my bad.
“Yeah, you’re a lot less scary now.“ He tells me, his hand finding mine in his hair and taking it to his lips to place a kiss on my knuckles.
We’re positioned so that we’re in front of the bathroom mirror with Corpse seated in a chair in front of me and I’m for once in my life towering over him from behind. Our height difference was threatening to be a hinderance in my work on his hair, but we easily figured it out.
I can’t help but laugh, “You know what I meant.“ I curl one of his already curly strands around the pointer finger of the hand that’s still wandering around the soft dark curls while the other remains in his gentle hold, resting on his shoulder.
“And you know what I meant.“ He shifts in his seat to look at me directly, not via the mirror, “Since when do you have a hair infatuation?“
I roll my eyes and retract my hands, defensively folding my arms over my chest, “It’s not an infatuation with hair, dummy. It’s an infatuation with your hair.” I correct him, doing quick work of styling the stray strands that fall over his forehead and eyes. “I really like your hair, you already know that. I can’t handle the thought you’re doing such a shitty job taking care of it.”
He shrugs, furrowing his brows, “Hey, I was buying top-shelf products, cost me a fortune every month, my hair was being treated like royalty.”
I roll my eyes once again, “High price doesn’t always equal high quality, Corpse. Did you ever stop to read what was in those products?” I don’t let him answer, I don’t need him to confirm what I already know. “Even if you did - which you didn’t - you wouldn’t know what each of those ingredients do to your hair. You see, taking care of hair, especially hair like yours, takes patience and knowledge. It’s practically an art form. It’s not like you can just buy any product that has ‘suitable for curly hair’ on it. There’s a lot more to that.”
It’s only after I finish my monologue that I realize he’s looking at me with amazed amusement in his gaze, almost like a parent listening to their kid talk about their wish of becoming an astronaut. “Since when do you know so much about hair? You’ve been using the same shampoo and conditioner since I know you and now you wanna lecture me on hair care?”
I raise an eyebrow at him, exasperated by his stubbornness on the matter, “Who said being consistent with your hair products is a bad thing? You know, frequent changing of brands has the potential of being damaging as much as aiding.” I explain with the most amount of patience I can muster, now taking over the parent role myself, “And as for your previous question, I know so much because my mother is a hairdresser.”
His eyes widen in surprise. I can practically see the gears in his brain turning as he tries to recall if I’ve ever told him this before.
“How come I don’t know that?“ He asks finally after a long moment of silence. “Why haven’t you told me?”
“You ask that as though I just tell you things like that on the regular. Did you also want me to drop the info that my dad’s a mechanic in passing conversation about video games? Cause that’s a little hard to shoehorn in....“ He cuts off my sarcastic rambling with a brief peck to the lips. He’s the only person allowed to shut me up, and only like that. Anything else will earn him either an earful or a silent treatment.
Just kidding....unless...
“So, does that mean you’re continuing the family business?“ he asks when he pulls away, “I mean, you’re technically my personal hairdresser now.“
I furrow my brows playfully, “Wait, what? Since when?”
“Since I hired you approximately an hour ago.“ He beams up at me, satisfied that I’ve fallen in his trap.
“And what about my payment?“ I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.
He looks to be contemplating for a second before he stands up from the chair, taking my hand in his leading me out of the bathroom, “Well, each appointment you’ll give me a different price, Miss Y/L/N. But, considering today was your first day, I choose to pay you with dinner.“ He sends a wink my way, laughing when he’s met with an unamused expression on my part as I stop in my tracks, causing him to halt his movements as well.
“You really plan on paying me with the dinner I bought?“ I raise an eyebrow at him, freeing my hand from his so I can put both my hands on my hips for the complete 'I’m far from impressed’ look.
“Yeah...? Problem?“ He asks, faking nervousness and guilt as he closes the distance between us, once again returning to the default of towering over me instead of it being the other way around.
“Several actually. First of all...“ I raise my finger in the air accusingly, ready to go off but the arm that wraps around my waist and lifts me off the ground causes my words to die down, evaporating in a frightened squeal, “Corpse no!! Put me down!“
Of course, he ignores me, carrying me into the living room while I don’t know whether to thrash or stay as still as possible.
Tsk, so much for gratitude
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