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dira333 · 12 days

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soulmate AU: if your soulmate colors their hair, your hair turns the same color + ATSUMU!!!!!!!!!!

THE WAY I GIGGLED AND KICKED MY FEET OMFGGGGG

for some reason i'm picturing the fic being like a through the years type of thing? where when you're kids your hair is just a normal brown but then in middle and high school it becomes a sort of ombre bleached blonde and it's just your journey with your hair and you wondering why your soulmate doesn't take better care of theirs lol. i also picture it like you see atsumu on tv a lot just because he's a really famous volleyball player and you have a little bit of suspicion but you don't think too much about it because he's really famous and there's no way you would be soulmates with this celebrity (who's known for being boyish and charming and flirty yk).

Let me run from you - Miya Atsumu x Reader

You suppose it could have been worse.

Mukai-chan's hair is a bright red today. Nakao-Kun's lovely black hair has turned an ugly grey color. And Taniguchi-chan chopped off all her curls, not realizing that it's only her hair color that will mark her soulmate.

But you hate it, the garish yellow of your hair. You hadn't mind all the stages before, the dark brown that turned lighter and lighter each month. It had been kinda fun too, not knowing when your soulmate got another chance to see their hairdresser. But now?

You twirl a strand between your fingers.

"You know, it reminds me of gold," Emi, your best friend, points out. "And I could be silver." She points at her own, greyish curls.

You sigh. "That's nice of you. But I think it looks more like piss."

"Hey, have you seen that already?" Emi turns the magazine so you can see. It's a poster of some high school Volleyball team.

"What about it?"

"Look at these two." She points at two guys who look eerily similar - well, except for their hair color. "They match. Just like we do."

"Mhm, maybe," you turn your head to squint down at it. "The grey one matches, but the yellow doesn't look as bad on him as it does on me. And who says our soulmates will be related?"

"Excuse me?" Emi scoffs. "Like anything else could be true. You're my platonic soulmate after all."

You snort. "True. Do you want to swap lunch again?"

"Thought you'd never ask. Oh, I made Onigiri last night, do you wanna try the new flavor I came up with?"

College is College. Fun and hell at the same time.

"Your hair," one of the girls from your class points out over a cup of something you don't want to taste again. You snort. "Don't remind me. I've tried every toner there is, but I think I need to start at the source."

"No," she starts again, but this time it's Emi who cuts her off, clawing into your arm.

"You'll never believe who I just spotted," she says, voice hushed, breath rushed. "The most beautiful guy to ever exist."

"Oh, so Kageyama Tobio is around?" You joke, but she shakes your arm violently, letting you know this is serious.

"No, no, you don't understand. His hair is the same color as mine. And he's in the kitchen making food, I-"

"Oh, you mean Samu." The two of you turn to the girl. She grins smugly at your now obvious interest in her knowledge.

"He's in my business class. He wants to open a restaurant. He's got a twin brother too. Your hair reminds me of his."

"No way," you wave her off, "If you're talking about the Miya twins you must be mistaken. No way my soulmate could be famous enough to be part of the Miya Twins. He's too dumb to use conditioner."

She laughs. "Oh, boy, are you in for a surprise. I think he's here today. Stay here, I'll get him."

She turns away and you use your chance to grab Emi and go, moving a fast as possible in the direction of the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" She asks, clearly confused.

"Getting out of here and making sure you still meet your soulmate."

"But what if that Miya guy is yours?"

"No way," you shake your head, "I didn't struggle my way through school to be the soulmate of some rich dude. That's too cliché."

You burst through the doors of the kitchen, now face to face with a guy you can only describe as handsome. He's got that lazy smile that Emi's always liked best, arms deep in a bowl of dough.

"Oh, hey," he smiles, "If you're hungry there's some chips and dip in the fridge. Pizza is almost ready to go in the oven too."

"This is my best friend," you tell him, pulling Emi out from behind you, "Avid food blogger, talented cook, and pretty much your soulmate. Thank me later."

She squeaks but you squeeze her shoulder and make a run for the backdoor - you're not sure why they're always located in the kitchen but you're not one to complain tonight.

You've almost made it to safety, the curb already in sight, when something hits you in the face - hard enough to let you tumble over, and land face-first in the dirt.

"Oh shit! Are you okay?!"

You groan, push yourself up only to come face to face with the guy from the kitchen - no, his twin. The hair color is different.

"Wow," he grins cheekily, "I knew I'm great but that's the first time someone literally fell at my feet."

"You wish," you snarl, "Is that your way of flirting? Hitting innocent girls?"

"You don't look that innocent," he jokes, "But no, I only do that for the cute ones."

"Har har," you sit up properly, and put a hand to your chin where it hurts the most. "What did you hit me with anyway?"

"Volleyball," he offers you his hand, "Come on, let me help you up."

"Tsumu!" Someone yells from an open window, "Hoga-chan's looking for you, she said- Oh, so you found her."

"Found who?" Tsumu, your attacker, doesn't turn around. His stare is a little unnerving. It would help a lot if he was a little less attractive.

"Your soulmate."

#my writing #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #soulmates #atsumu fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu

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drmaddict · 3 months

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Spooky Girl

Summary: Ghost, Soap, Rudy and König have a girlfriend who just likes things, that are a bit spooky. (Just a few little scenes that my brain spit out.)

Wordcount: 2.497

Ghost

"Are you growing your hair out, L.T.?" Johnny laughed and flicked Simon's wrist.

Simon reacted as expected. Not at all. He stared at Johnny motionlessly.

"Fits the look, after all.", the sergeant winked at him.

Simon rolled his eyes and pulled his sleeve over the hairband on his wrist.

Johnny continued to grin. "My sisters say these scrunchies are best for the hair. There's less friction. So no split ends."

Simon continued to stare at him.

"Are you going to tell me why you've got that thing on?", he grumbled.

"No.", was Simon's simple answer before he turned back to his food. It was nobody's business. (Y/n) was nobody's business, or what was between them. It was still too fresh anyway. This was his first mission since they had met. He wasn't sure what to make of this relationship yet. He liked her. It wasn't because of that. He was just too used to being alone. It scared him. His therapist would probably have found a bigger, more important-sounding word for his emotions, but fear seemed appropriate enough to Simon.

She was weird. He was weird too. He had started to like the weirdness. He was probably too old for her. Maybe he wasn't. He'd never been in a relationship. He'd never had to discuss the fact that his hoodies were actually HIS hoodies until a few months ago. She had only told him that they were hers now, as if that was the most normal thing in the world. But she looked really cute in them. She'd beamed at him when he'd unceremoniously thrown three of his hoodies on her bed.

"Until I get back.", he'd mumbled.

She had then pulled her hairband off her head and put it around his wrist. The black satin with the little skulls on it was soft and had immediately clung to his skin.

"So that you'll really come back.", she had said and kissed him on the forehead.

"Always.", he had mumbled.

"Who is she?" Johnny asked him directly. He looked at him with gentle playfulness.

Simon snapped out of his memory. He looked into his friend's blue eyes. "You don't trust me with a 'he'?", he grinned under his mask.

"Well then HE definitely has long hair."

Simon shook his head in amusement. "A little one from home. It's still fresh."

"Photo?", Johnny continued to grin.

Simon shook his head.

"Oh come on!"

"No Johnny."

Johnny looked at him like a petulant puppy. "At least describe her.", he sulked.

Simon sighed and rummaged for a small photo in his pocket. The boy wouldn't stop anyway. He plonked it in front of the sergent and stared at it.

Johnny stared at the photo. "A goth chick?" Johnny reached for the photo, but Simon immediately pulled it back to him and put it away. Johnny looked at him in surprise. "Hot.", he grinned.

Simon just grumbled.

"Yes, I get it. I can see it. You fit together."

Another grumble.

Johnny grinned like an idiot.

"What?", Simon snapped at him.

"Does she have a friend?"

Simon just rolled his eyes. His cell phone buzzed.

A message from (Y/n). When he opened the message history, he saw a picture of a rabbit skull.

'For your collection?' it said underneath.

Simon looked at the picture. He had been glad, that she didn't see his little hobby as disgusting. But that she was now also participating in it. It was a beautiful bone. Completely intact.

'Beautiful. Where did you get it?‘

'Judas picked it up on our walk.‘

Judas was her dog. A stubborn but tough creature. It was probably her type.

'Put it on the ant farm. I'll bleach him when I come back next week.‘

'The three of us are waiting for you. ;)'

When he looked up again, Johnny was still grinning at him.

"The little one really has you wrapped around her finger."

Simon just raised an eyebrow.

"Good for you L.T."

Simon grumbled in agreement.

Soap

"What magazine did you cut that out of?" Kyle laughed.

Soap pulled off his boots. "Huh?" he groaned and looked at his friend.

Kyle pointed to Johnny's locker page and the photo hanging in it.

Johnny followed Kyle's suggestion with his gaze and immediately furrowed his eyebrows. "That's my girlfriend you douche!"

"That's never your girlfriend! She's far too pretty... Apart from the fetish make-up."

Johnny threw his boot at Gaz. "Don't talk about my girl like that!", he growled.

Gaz raised his hands defensively. A grin stretched across his face. "Oh come on."

Johnny continued to scowl at him. Simon came into the changing room and looked at them both wordlessly. Without another comment, he went to his locker.

"How can you always train with that thing on your head?", Johnny asked him.

"Habit.", came the curt reply.

Johnny rolled his eyes as Gaz clapped his hands with a laugh. "So you've got a type!"

Johnny looked at him in confusion. Simon paid him no attention at all.

"Dark and intimidating," Garrick winked at him and nodded towards Simon.

Johnny followed his gaze and a blush immediately appeared on his cheeks.

"I don't have a type!", he barked.

Gaz chuckled in amusement. "Sure."

Simon slammed his locker shut conspicuously loudly and disappeared just as wordlessly as he had come.

The two of them looked after him.

"She's very different from him.", Johnny grumbled immediately.

"Is she?"

"Yes, she's very reserved, but when you get to know her better, she's really funny. She likes to tell jokes, you know? Even if she's more into dark humor. And she likes her order, but accepts my chaos and she's not immediately put off by my job. Well, she goes to therapy, but she's actually really tough."

"Where did you two meet?"

"At a shooting range for my brother-in-law's stag party. She's really amazing. She could almost be a sniper and..." Johnny eyes widened.

Gaz grinned knowingly.

"Oh God! I'm dating L.T.!" Johnny exclaimed, overwhelmed.

"Really, how did you notice?"

Johnny threw his second boot at him. "What if I'm just trying to replace something with her?", he asked anxiously.

Now Gaz looked at him, confused. "What now?"

"Well... What if I subconsciously just saw her as a replacement. God I'm such an asshole."

"How many times did you try to enroll before you were finally eighteen?", Gaz asked him firmly.

"I stopped counting. What's that got to do with it?"

Gaz shrugged his shoulders. "You're nuts, but you know what you want. You've never accepted an alternative before."

Johnny looked at the photo in the locker. "No I never have."

Gaz nodded. "You clearly have a thing for mentally unstable Halloween decorations, but that doesn't mean you only want the girl as a substitute."

Johnny nodded. "Yeah, you're right. She's really great, you know?"

Gaz grinned. "I'll take your word for it."

"She always makes chocolate muffins, that look like the little coal men from Chihiro.", Johnny smiled at the photo. "And she can cook! I really put some weight on the last time, I was with her. It's almost like the good old times at grandmas.", he grinned to himself. "Even if it scares me a little, how relaxed she is with the house ghost."

"Please what??" Gaz blinked at him in surprise.

"The house ghost. She calls him Edgar. After the guy who built the house. She bought this old victorian house and at night you can always hear the back door banging open and shut and someone running up and down the stairs. But never up to the top floor. That was built on later. I nearly wet my pants the first night, when I went to see what was going on and this gigantic mirror fell on me. The thing was secured with six sturdy wall anchors! SIX! Well, I didn't set foot in the house for two weeks after that, but she says she's negotiating a deal."

Gaz looked at him with horror in his eyes.

Johnny shrugged his shoulders. "I'm used to it by now. But the noise is a bit annoying."

Gaz gave him a forced smile. "You see. You don't have anything like that with Ghost... No ghosts with Ghost."

Rudy

He was sitting in his small kitchen with Alejandro, listening to everything about Ale's last date, until they were interrupted by a loud noise.

Ale flinched in surprise and looked at the kitchen counter behind him. Rudy immediately ran to the counter and grabbed a cell phone. He wiped the green icon across the display and held it to his ear.

"(Y/n)s phone. Rodolfo on the line. - Yes, you forgot it here. - No, no problem. - Good. See you in a minute."

He placed the device on the kitchen table and looked into Alejandro's shocked face. "What? Was? That?"

"(Y/n) left her cell phone."

Ale looked at him like he was stupid. "What was that sound?"

"Her ringtone?" Rudy replied hesitantly. "Yeah... Her taste in music is a bit... special," he admitted, looking at the device again.

"A bit? It sounded like a pig had been tormented.", Alejandro said indignantly.

Rudy grinned. "Somehow that relaxes her." He rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. "I think the band was called... I can't remember. Lorna something."

Ale looked at him skeptically. "Wait. Is she coming over? I can finally see the mystery (y/n) with my own eyes?"

Rudy sighed. "Be nice, please."

"I'm always nice."

"Hmph."

Ale gave him an annoyed look. "I'll pull myself together."

"No subliminal threats.", Rudy stated firmly.

Alejandro started to speak, but didn't get the chance.

"And certainly no direct ones!"

The colonel fell back against the back of his chair, annoyed. It wasn't as if he had no manners. If anything, some even found his temperament attractive.

"Fine," he grumbled.

Rudy nodded in satisfaction as he heard the front door open.

"Hey." (Y/n) called down the small hallway.

Rudy stood up and walked towards her.

Alejandro didn't know what he had expected, but somehow he had always imagined her... pinker.

When Rudy spoke of his girlfriend, it sounded like he was talking about the sweetest creature on earth, who couldn't hurt a soul. Alejandro had envisioned a girl in a summer dress with pink lipgloss kissing Rudy on the cheek.

What he saw was a girl dressed in black. Transparent cut-outs, heavy boots and various buckles adorned her body.

Her lips, which Alejandro had always imagined to be pink, were painted black, just like her eyes.

She gave Rudy a quick kiss on the lips. "Sorry, I'm only here for a moment. Sofia got tickets for a concert today. I'd rather not ask how. Oh hi!"

She waved to Alejandro.

"This is Alejandro." Rudy introduced him.

He waved at (Y/n), overwhelmed.

"I'm (Y/n)." she replied quickly.

"You sure?" asked Ale before he could stop himself.

Rudy immediately gave him a warning look before turning back to (Y/n). "Be careful."

She kissed him again on the tip of his nose. "I'll text you when I get home. Bey Alejandro!" she called out and was already gone again.

Alejandro looked dully into the hallway. Rudy looked back with a raised eyebrow.

"Well I didn't expect THAT.", Alejandro said.

Rudy sighed.

"Oh come on! You described a lamb!" He threw his hands up in the air dramatically. "Not a little vampire. No matter how cute she seems to be."

Rudy sighed devotedly and sat down at the table.

"She's just like I told you."

"So... a black lamb?"

The corners of Rudy's mouth twitched. "Yes. That fits."

"To get back to the, let's call it 'music'."

"I don't get it either.", Rudy smiled with amusement.

König

"Little bat?" König asked his girlfriend cautiously. She was sitting in one of his shirts next to his legs in front of the couch, looking thoughtfully at her puzzle, while the movie of her choice was playing on TV.

"Yes Bear?" she asked without looking up.

His eyes darted to the television at a particularly organic sound, before quickly settling back on her.

"Um... I know I said 'My job is war and I can take more than nornal humans'."

(Y/n) looked up and grinned mockingly.

"But I admit that your warning was probably... justified."

She grinned at him openly. "No (y/n)! I've seen and done things-"

"All right!" he interrupted her. A woman on the television screamed. "Is this girl still alive?" he asked in disgust.

(Y/n) pressed a button on the remote control and the movie stopped.

"There's no way anyone could survive something like that," he huffed.

His little bat just took a sip of his coffee. "The lore is, that Art keeps someone alive ,until he's satisfied. He decides when you die."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"It's horror. It's not supposed to make sense." She patted his gigantic thigh. "You held out very well, but you dropped out of the movie. You lost the bet. You have to order today.", she smiled mischievously.

He grumbled and reached for the tablet.

"No! You have to call! That was the bet."

He looked murderously at the phone. He hated ordering food. Which made no sense, considering his job and his career in it. He was a grown man. He made most people afraid, but still. These everyday situations weren't exactly easy for him. It wasn't like it used to be, but it would never be normal either. Nobody had to like him in his job. No one expected him to be polite. In the real world, there were all these rules and unspoken regulations.

"Like always?" he asked her. She just nodded and went back to looking at her puzzle.

Sometimes it was funny. They both weren't the most confident when it came to social interaction, even though the world always thought they should be. Him because of his body. Her because of her look.

They had started making bets. The loser had to make phone calls or tell the waiter in the restaurant that the food was going back.

He ordered the pizza and felt (Y/n) put a hand on his knee. He had started wiggling his legs again. A habit that had always upset his mother. She stroked his knee with her thumb and he brought his limbs back to rest. With a sigh, he tossed the cell phone towards the pillow. It was nice that he didn't feel any anxiety with her. It was nice to have someone who gave him the space to find peace.

"What kind of picture is this going to be?", he asked her, stroking her hair and looking at the dark puzzle.

"Blackness."

"Blackness?"

"Yes. It's just black." She grinned.

"Why?"

"Because we as humans like to play God. The nice thing is... There's a reference picture."

He grinned. He loved how she was amused by little things like that. He loved his little bat. Her and her bloody pointless puzzle.

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itzjaza · 8 months

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Hi, I'm absolutely in love with your Taz fanfics, can I request one with Taz Headcanons as a boyfriend??

(Sry if my English is bad, it's not my first language lol)

girl don't worry abt your english it isn't my first language too<3

Taz Skylar as Your Boyfriend:

How you met: Y/N had just moved to Spain and it was her first day in high school. She was nervous about making new friends, but as she walked into her first class, she was immediately drawn to the boy seated next to her. His name was Taz, and he had bleach-blonde hair and striking eyes that seemed to pierce right through her. Y/N noticed that he seemed to be reading a book on philosophy, a subject that she was also interested in. She decided to make the first move and introduced herself to Taz. To her surprise, he seemed eager to talk to her, asking her about her interests and hobbies outside of school. Y/N was fascinated by Taz's intelligence and his knowledge of philosophy, and before she knew it, the two of them were having a deep conversation about the nature of existence and the meaning of life. As the class wore on, Y/N found herself getting more and more comfortable with Taz. She had never had such an intense and meaningful conversation with someone before, and the way he listened to her and challenged her thoughts was unlike anything she had ever experienced.

Realizing he's in love with you: Y/N and Taz had been friends for months, but Taz had never really thought of her as anything more than that. Sure, he had enjoyed spending time with her, and he had always thought that she was attractive, but that was as far as it went. But then, Y/N asked him to be her escort to the school prom, and the idea of spending the evening with her, in a more formal setting, made him realize that there might be more to his feelings than he had thought. On the day of the prom, Taz couldn't stop thinking about Y/N. He wanted to look his best for her, so he spent hours picking out the perfect outfit and getting a fresh haircut. When he arrived at her house to pick her up, Taz was nervous and excited all at once. He knocked on the door, and Y/N opened it with a smile. She looked radiant in her dress, and Taz felt his heart skip a beat. As they drove to the prom, Taz couldn't stop staring at Y/N. He listened to her stories, laughed at her jokes, and enjoyed every moment spent in her company. When they arrived at the prom, they found a quiet corner where they could sit and talk. As they talked, Taz realized that he had fallen in love with her. He didn't know how he had missed it before, but suddenly it all made sense. The way she laughed, the way she smiled, the way she challenged his views on life… everything about her made him feel special, and he knew that he couldn't imagine his life without her.

When he asked you out: It was a beautiful spring morning when Taz first mustered the courage to ask Y/N out on a date. He had been crushing on her for weeks, but he was nervous about taking the next step. He knew that Y/N was a smart, kind, and beautiful young woman, and he wanted to get to know her better. As he walked over to where she was sitting, in a little cafe nearby, his heart was pumping with excitement and anticipation. Y/N was surrounded by her friends, but he didn't let that intimidate him. He took a deep breath and approached her, his hands shaking slightly. Y/N looked up at him with a surprised expression, and Taz had to gather all his courage before he spoke. "Y/N, I was wondering if you would like to go out on a date with me," he said, his voice steady but somewhat strained. Y/N's face suddenly lit up with a smile, and she nodded her head eagerly. "I'd love to, Taz," she said, her voice filled with excitement. "I've been wanting to spend more time with you too." Taz felt a weight being lifted off his shoulders and a sense of relief washing over him. He had been worried that Y/N might say no, but she had been eager to spend time with him as well. It felt like he finally had a chance to get to know her better and hopefully, eventually, be more than just friends.

The first date: Y/N and Taz were both nervous but excited for their first date. Y/N had been crushing on Taz for so long, and she couldn't believe that he finally asked her to go out with her. Taz, on the other hand, was thrilled to finally have the opportunity to spend one-on-one time with Y/N. They decided on a classic dinner date at an expensive restaurant in the heart of the city. It was a beautiful spring evening, and the stars were shining bright in the sky as they walked to the restaurant. On their way, Taz couldn't help but notice how beautiful Y/N looked in her new dress. When they entered the restaurant, the atmosphere was classy and formal. They were seated at a quiet corner table, and it was the perfect spot for their first date. Taz took Y/N's hand and smiled at her. The conversation flowed easily over dinner. They talked about everything from their hobbies and interests to their favorite books and movies. As they ate the delicious food, Y/N couldn't help but feel a strong connection with Taz. He was funny and charming, and he seemed to genuinely care about her. After dinner, they went for a walk through the city streets, hand in hand. It was a romantic and magical evening, and they both felt like they were in a fairytale. As the night drew to a close, Taz walked Y/N back to her place. He couldn't bring himself to say goodbye, so he kept walking with her. And when they reached her door, he finally had the courage to kiss her. It was a sweet and gentle kiss, and Y/N felt like she was on cloud nine.

When he asked you to be his gf: There was never any doubt in Taz's mind that Y/N would make an incredible girlfriend. After spending several weeks getting to know her better, he knew that she was the one for him. He wanted to spend every waking moment with her, and he couldn't imagine his life without her by his side. So, when the time was right, he decided to take Y/N out on one of their favorite dates. They went to the top of the tallest hill in the city, and as they looked out over the lights of the city below, Taz took Y/N's hand and looked into those beautiful eyes of hers. "Y/N," he said, his voice filled with sincerity and adoration. "I think I'm in love with you. I've never felt this way about anyone before, and I know that I want to be with you forever." Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, but also with a small hint of joy. She had been hoping and praying for a moment like this, and now it was finally happening. Without thinking, she leaned in and pressed her lips against Taz's. "I love you too," she said, her voice shaking slightly. And with that, Taz knew that he had found his soulmate. He could spend the rest of his life making Y/N happy and building a life with her. She was everything to him, and he was everything to her.

How he is as a bf: Taz was a great boyfriend to Y/N, always there to support and encourage her. He was empathetic, understanding, and patient, and he always made an effort to understand her feelings and needs. He spent hours listening to her problems and offering advice, never judging her or making her feel bad. He made sure she knew that she could come to him with any issue, no matter how big or small, and he would be there to help. Taz was always there for Y/N, even in her darkest moments. He comforted her when she was feeling down, and he celebrated with her when she had a reason to be joyful. He paid attention to the small things that made Y/N happy, like picking up her favorite snacks from the store or surprising her with tickets to a concert she had been wanting to see. He made her feel special, and he made sure that she knew that she was the most important person in his life.

#one piece #one piece netflix #one piece live action #one piece x reader #opla #opla x reader #sanji #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke sanji x reader #taz skylar #taz sklyar x reader

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untitled5071 · 2 months

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your drabble of taffy meeting the creature earlier on the film makes me want to see those two being friends. but also taffy realising the creature likes lisa but lisa is too focused on michael to notice. catch her putting some colour on his face and painting his nails. she makes him watch romantic films to give him ideas on how to win lisa over

I'm glad you liked the last one! I have no idea of you meant for this to be a request but I took it as one anyway, please enjoy some Creature/Taffy bonding time!

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“Okay, the next thing we have to work on is your nails, because no offense, but judging by these cuticles I can absolutely tell that you were in the ground for a century and a half.”

The corpse across from her grunted in indignation, but the effect was skewed by the blush that dusted his cheeks and the fluffy pink scrunchie that was currently holding his hair back.

Taffy rolled her eyes teasingly and held out her hand, gesturing for the creature to give her his. He complied, and she grabbed the manicure kit she had gotten for Christmas the year before and got to work, pushing his cuticles back gently and cleaning up his nail beds as best she could while her TV announced the next music video it would be playing behind her.

They were sitting on the floor of Taffy’s bedroom; Lisa had gone out for a snack run and left her step sister alone with her secret undead companion, and Taffy hadn’t hesitated to use the opportunity to give the creature in her sister’s closet some much-needed pampering.

He had protested the idea until Taffy had told him it would make him look more presentable for Lisa, and soon he was reluctantly sitting cross-legged in front of her on her bright teal carpet while Taffy tried and failed to find a foundation shade that matched his pallid skin.

The process of applying makeup hadn’t lasted long since the creature wanted to remain as natural (unnatural?) as possible, and soon Taffy was taking his hand in hers and applying a base coat of nail polish onto his left hand while he watched curiously. Her TV was tuned into MTV, and she could see Creature stare at it for short bursts at a time before looking away, slightly overwhelmed by the colors, sounds and images he was being exposed to for the first time.

Taffy hummed along as she fixed up his nails, and when she finished up the left hand she mimed blowing on it and told him to copy her, which he did as she moved onto the right hand, ignoring the stitches as she got started.

A few minutes of silence lapsed between them; the creature was probably still a little unsure of whether or not he should be hanging around with her; they had a shaky introduction, but he seemed harmless enough to Taffy and she was just happy that someone was around for her sister in a way she herself had never quite been able to despite her best efforts, so he was okay in her book. And Taffy was clearly the family member that Creature had the least amount of disdain towards, so they had formed a tentative friendship, one that Taffy was currently trying to strengthen with this little makeover.

Deciding to break the silence, she looked up into the corpse’s bewildered eyes and smiled, tearing him away from his staring contest with Billy Idol in the “Rebel Yell” music video.

“Don’t even think about getting bleached, buddy. Blonde would not be a good look for you.”

He grunted again, slightly offended, but she waved him off.

“Let’s rap. When did you first get the hots for Lisa?”

His grunt pitched up in surprise, and he gave her a look that was somehow sheepish, guilty and mortified all at once.

“Dude, it’s totally obvious. You aren’t subtle AT ALL, I think everyone but Lisa herself can see that you’re totally smitten.”

His cheeks darkened under the artificial blush she had given him, and she nodded sagely.

“Told you. So, when did it happen? When you got reanimated?”

The creature shook his head and pointed out an arched path with his left hand.

“Oh, before? When you were still in the ground?”

He nodded, and Taffy whistled, impressed.

“Damn, that’s some dedicated crush. Who knew grave tending was such a good way to meet guys?”

The creature snorted out a laugh, and Taffy raised a well-plucked eyebrow inquisitively.

“So when are you going to tell her that you’re head over heels, huh? Frankly I think she should have noticed ages ago, but she’s always needed a bit more help in matters of love than most people and she won’t take my word for it, so you’re probably going to have to do some show and tell before she gets it.”

He hummed distractedly, his blush still very much present as he thought about ways to woo Taffy’s stepsister. She finished up his right hand and took his left again, his brow sill deeply furrowed in thought as she picked up the bottle of black nail polish that she had gotten for the Miss Tristate Teen Halloween pageant and began applying it to his now-dry nails.

“I can practically hear the wheels turning in your head, you know. If you need any help we can go raid her VHS collection, I know she’s got some rom coms in there that you could get some inspiration from.”

He groaned in agreement, eyebrows still scrunched together. Taffy rolled her eyes fondly at the lovesick, oblivious idiot in front of her.

“But you know, you probably don’t need much help. She may not realize it yet, but I can tell she’s got feelings for you, too. I don’t have to be an I.P. for that, I just know. I haven’t seen her talk or smile this much since I met her, and it doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that she’s turning heads in the hallway. That’s all you, and I’m sure she’ll realize it eventually. Just so long as you keep doing what you’re doing and practically worshiping the ground she walks on, she’ll figure it out. I promise.”

She switched to his other hand as the creature absorbed her words, and when she looked up he grunted, the words lost but the message clear.

Thank you.

She beamed at him.

“You’re welcome. Just don’t break her heart, or else I’m going to put you back in the ground for good this time, okay?”

She said it brightly, but her eyes were anything but joking. Creature’s own widened in turn and he shook his head vigorously and with complete conviction. Taffy nodded, satisfied.

“Now hold still or you’re going to mess me up.”

The corpse complied, letting Taffy get back to work. She hummed along to the music video playing behind her, and she was just about to put the finishing touches on his thumb when the front door opened and shut under them, and the sound of combat booted feet trampling up the stairs caught their attention. A few seconds later, Lisa poked her head into Taffy’s bedroom door, arms laden with candy bags and eyes bright.

“Oh, hey guys! Are you doing makeovers?”

“Yep! Come join us, though I should warn you I require payment for my services in the form of Bottlecaps.”

Lisa smiled and walked into the room, handing the previously mentioned candy to Taffy before plopping down next to her corpse, patting the top of his head before taking a look at the spread of self-care items before them.

While Lisa was absorbed in her examinations, Taffy absolutely did not miss the absolutely adoring eyes the creature was turning her way, nor the way his longing practically radiated off of him in waves. She grinned, and the corpse looked up and caught her eye. She winked at him and gave him a quick double thumbs-up out of Lisa’s view, and his eyes widened, before he relaxed slightly and gave her a shy, conceding smile.

The moment was interrupted by Lisa straightening, her hands wrapped around the same bottle of nail polish Taffy had just finished using on the Creature.

“Oooh, can you do mine? I didn’t even know you had black in your collection and I’m awful at doing my own right hand.”

Taffy smiled, utterly delighted at the idea of helping her sister out with a fresh coat of paint. She stretched out her hand and Lisa took it, fingers spread as she bounced a little. The goth looked over at her undead companion as Taffy began painting, and when she noticed his nails her smile widened.

“Hey, look at that. We’re gonna match!”

He beamed at her in turn, his devotion lined in every crease of his face, and Lisa scooted slightly closer to him, their thighs pressed together.

Taffy turned her attention to her work, just barely keeping the smile off of her own face.

They’ll figure it out. Eventually.

#lisa frankenstein #lisa frankenstein fanfiction #lisa swallows x the creature #lisa swallows #the creature #taffy swallows #my writing #writing request

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The Hope Of It All

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none?

A/N: So...ehh surprise? I don't really know what this is but my dear friend @cuinaminute229 wanted me to write a fluffy lil "drabble" for Wanda because I had some wine on this fine Easter day. She gave me the prompt "you give the best hugs" and my brain came up with...whatever this is. It's not my most creative or original work but for a fun lil "drabble" I like it. I say "drabble" because I feel like it exceeds drabble length but anyways. I hope you enjoy and maybe hopefully I'll see you all soon!

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When it came to you and Wanda the Avengers considered you both very close…. though to you, you were quite satisfied on the sidelines cheering and supporting your best friend happily as she ventured into her new relationship with Vision. All had been going well between the two of them and you. You had heard stories before about how people usually end up losing long-term friends once they get into relationships, luckily that didn’t apply to you or Wanda and when it came to Vision the two of you weirdly enough got along well much to Wanda’s liking also.

Wanda and Vision tried to keep the tensions and cracks of their relationship out of the public eye within the Avengers tower, though it seemed to get increasingly difficult for Wanda when it seemed like Vision wasn’t fully taking in or listening to what she was actually saying. You knew Wanda wasn’t particularly fond of physical touch from people unless it was from someone she was in a relationship with, so as much as you would’ve liked to comfort her in the way you prefer you couldn’t. The most you could do was sit in the same room as her after a tense fight watching her sitcoms with her and just enjoying the meaningless conversations, comments and laughs due to the sitcom. Knowing the other Avengers hours earlier had heard the slamming of doors and muffled yells.

It all seemed to come to fruition once the Sokovia Accords were brought up and discussed. Of course, there was a spilt and divide throughout the whole team….that also included a divide between one of the only….if not the only couple within the Avengers compound….the compound’s dear Wanda and Vision. Quickly after that due to you siding with Captain America which in turn included Wanda, you tried your best within that short amount of time to support her and help her through this tumultuous time where her and Vision’s relationship was basically undefined were they both still together, were they not no-one knew.

As much as Wanda kept up her strong facade throughout all the uncertainty of her relationship and the betrayal she felt from Vision for siding with Iron Man. Whilst you knew the current plan for Wanda was that she was going to Scotland specifically Edinburgh to hide out for a little while after the mess of accords. You knew the initial plan was for her and Vision to go, however, you knew that you couldn’t leave Wanda go alone in her rather fragile state even if she claimed repeatedly that she was fine and wouldn’t need anyone.

So you knew you had to go about this wisely.

You aided Wanda with the last few things she needed to be packed, whilst she got ready everything she needed in the bathroom to start the process of dying her hair, to fully embrace going incognito and into hiding in a sense. Wanda felt much more comfortable with you aiding her in that process as well as it was known throughout the compound you had a history of dying your own hair or helping others dye theirs. As you sat Wanda down and started to apply the bleach, you took a deep breath and looked at her through the mirror softly muttering to her “Wands I’m coming with you, as much as you tell the others you’ll be fine on your own as your best friend I can’t allow that. I know you need someone with you in this weird changing time of going from being in a relationship to being single and especially going to live or at least spend some time in a new country with no one you know.”

You pause briefly and take a deep breath before you say the next part “And I- I don’t want you going through that by yourself….alone all over again. I already have the majority of my things packed, I just need to add the small little things.”

As you finally got the courage to look at her in the mirror again you smirked as you saw her typical big grin with teary eyes. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to come with me Y/N/N.” You reciprocated a quick smile and patted her shoulder, keeping in mind her dislike for physical affection outside of relationships, not taking notice of how she relaxed ever so slightly under your touch.

Finally, once you both were settled where you both were living in Edinburgh Wanda was adamant on you both taking a small walk around the area just to get accustomed to where you now would be living….for who knows how long. Once you both walked into your home that night and relaxed fully into the new living space, as time went on you could slowly see the facade Wanda had up slowly crack and disappear, seemingly all the events and changes now in her life had finally caught up to her, both knowing she wouldn’t be able to hide her true feelings and emotions from you.

Deciding to give Wanda a lil bit of space you walked into the kitchen area deciding to make teas for the both of you before trying to get Wanda to discuss and talk this out with you. As you were entering back into the room again holding the two mugs of tea, the sound of soft sniffling could be heard coming from Wanda as she sat on the sofa with the soft crackles of the fire beside her after being lit with the soft murmurs of music playing in the background.

Exhaling as you sit down beside Wanda hearing her desperately trying to hide her sniffles and tears. You sigh as you lean forward placing the mugs on the coffee table, turning your head ever so slightly to look at the side of Wanda’s face. The outline of her face is highlighted perfectly by the light coming from the fire. Going against what you know and Wanda’s dislike you open up your arms in a silent invitation for Wanda to reciprocate and quite clearly get the affection she needs right now. Wanda’s eyes glance at you from the corner of her eyes and move briskly around the room before she finally decides to lean into your hug and wrap her arms around you. Both inhaling deeply and taking in the comfort in the affection you both unknowingly desperately needed from your best friend. Basking in the scent of the other not knowing it would end up becoming more and more of a regular occurrence.

After a few moments of none of the two of you saying anything you hear a slight murmur come from Wanda “Y/N/N you give the best hugs.”

Neither of you realising that exact moment was the thing which was going to change the relationship between the two of you forever. Nothing was ever going to be the same again….yet everything was going to be exactly the same.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x gender neutral reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff fanfiction #elizabeth olsen x y/n #elizabeth olsen x you #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen fanfic #elizabeth olsen imagine #therunawaywrites

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Blonde

Thirteenth Doctor X Reader (Platonic/ You both are probably pining after each other in secret sorry)

You decided to surprise The Doctor.

HIII! I'm not dead! I'm preparing for Comic Con and there I'll be meeting Jodie! (Very excited, very nervous) I just got my hair bleached to blonde to help solidify my thirteen cosplay and I am very nervous Jodie will notice.

It did strike The Doctor as strange when you asked her to just go roam the shops while you had stepped into the salon after taking a bunch of photos of her hair. You had spent quite a long time in the salon and someone had even intercepted her from entering the building. The person that had told her to go back to the shops had told her that you wanted it to be a surprise specifically for her.

When you finally left the salon, The Doctor wasn't looking for someone with blonde hair. You slowly walked up to her and smiled. "Hello, Doctor. What do you think?"

The Doctor practically jumped in excitement. "Look at you! I barely even recognized you! You look amazing."

Her hands had started to move you in a circle, a grin on her face. "You look amazing! I'm repeating myself I'm so excited! Did you do this for me?"

You smiled at her, spinning in a circle for her. "Of course, Doctor. You're my best friend."

"Did the Fam know about-- I'm your best friend?" The Doctor asked and your smile turned into a grin.

"Of course, your like my bestest friend!" You said, turning your head to look at her.

The Doctor was watching you with wide eyes and a grin on her face. "I'm your bestest friend?"

You nodded and turned fully to face her again. "Yes! Do I need to say it again?"

"One more time." The Doctor said, just staring at you.

You quickly hugged her. "You are my bestest best friend, Doctor."

The Doctor hugged back, holding you tightly. She was practically vibrating with excitement. "You changed a part of yourself, permanently.. for me?"

You nodded and held onto her just as tight. "Of course. I'd do anything for you."

#Thirteenth Doctor x reader #13th doctor x reader #Cade writes for Doctor Who

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roe-and-memory · 9 months

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UHMMM in your guy's pinned it says your ok with asks sooooooo

You guys should totally hand over all of your Lightning headcanons :3

HIHIHI IM SO SORRY ITS BEEN LIKE 4 DAYS

hi this is roe quick interruption

thats all ty

ok so…. a magician cannot reveal all of their secrets so ive picked a Select amount of our favourites because obviously we need some surprises,…. its still a LOT though so dont worry i wouldnt dare cut you cheap on our headcanons

if you guys want us to make a separate post on a specific one going into detail of the Lore behind it or just like, more detail in general, dont be afraid to comment and your wish is my command

HERE WE GO!!!

- “HE IS A DUMBASS AND I HATE HATE HIM” (roes words, affectionate)

- he is a liar, sometimes good sometimes bad (only when he wants to) and doc sees through All of it

- he has a walkman he’s had since he was little, he broke the headphones once and mack bought him new ones

- we’ve mentioned it before but he has vision light sensitivity issues

look at him. he cant see SHIT

- he grew up in henderson, nevada, every time a race came to vegas he walked FOUR HOURS to see it from outside the track (he lived an hour and a half from some of the only family that would ever love him in radiator springs EL OH EL!)

- hes a natural redhead but harv thought having him bleach his hair blonde would get him more attention so he did it because harv knows best! sally made him stop when he tried to do it after his roots took over and she was like erm no ! thats destroying your hair and ur curls. and him, not knowing much about his hair was like yeah sure ok

- he has Freckles. So Many. sally tells him he has stars and constellations on his cheeks and hes just giggling and kicking his feet

- also mentioned before he has a lanyard with keys and keychains on it that he carries everywhere hanging out of his pocket

- he has. Horribly. vivid nightmares. so he doesnt sleep much and when he does its always restless

- being a racecar driver he has MASTERED the ability to climb out of windows. he uses this ability to not only cause doc grief (he sleeps across the hall and hears everything), but also to sneak out in the middle of the night when hes restless and prance around in the field like a deer to make himself so sickeningly exhausted he passes out as soon as he lays down

- lightning and sally dance sometimes at the wheel well, neither of them are too good and he wants to practice for her - doc catches him in the living room poorly dancing to rascal flatts and doesnt let him live it down the entire rest of the day

- lightning runs away when hes 15, after walking 4 hours to vegas for a piston cup race he wanted to watch and then deciding he never wanted to go home — there was nothing there for him anyways. he had everything from home he wanted, which included his walkman and thats basically it

- (adding onto above) mack found him at a truck stop somewhere on an interstate asking for either money or a ride somewhere, and as an older brother of 5 little sisters who are his worlds, he saw him and immediately thought . if that was one of my siblings i would never forgive myself. and boom he has a new little brother and boom lightning has an older brother

- he knows how to operate a transport truck courtesy of mack

- he loves stickers, he always has, his walkman and an assortment of his other things are decorated in stickers

- lightning didnt have any friends in his rookie year, so when he has mater, doc, sally, cal, and bobby, he makes little random collages out of magazines and newspapers to keep them as memories

- he loves country music and HATES taylor swift (bobbys fault, bobby is a swiftie)

- doc has sunglasses that lightning finds in his garage, BURIED in a box, they have “hudson” engraved into the arm and he immediately takes them for himself because sometimes its Too sunny (doc when its sunny, he’s out enjoying a beer on the porch and his annoying boyfail son comes outside and stands expectantly awaiting his sunglasses in which he forks over hesitantly)

- crocs or converse there is no in between

- autism.

- he pulls on the threads of his clothing when hes excited or nervous

- talks with his hands, very expressive and he also kicks the ground sometimes for no reason

- he was never taught how to ride a bike. doc is slowly writing down a list of reasons he can KILL 👹 lightnings parents for being HORRIBLE ‼️‼️‼️

THATS ALL FOR NOW…. with time you will learn more but I HOPE YOU LIKE THESE ONES!!!

#lightning mcqueen #cars 2006 #cars fandom #cars fanart #doc hudson #sally carrera #mack cars #hes so fucking silly he needs to be STOPPED #the part where we call him boyfail IS HILARIOUS #like he is actually incredibly sucessful for his age #he just has boyfail energy #mack has 5 sisters trust me it makes sense #cars headcanons #memory’s headcanons #roe’s art

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Regret, Part 2: Moving On

Regret Masterlist

Warnings: Language, references to sex, alcohol consumption

Synopsis: Your boyfriend, Steve Rogers, the lead singer of the internationally famous band "The Avengers" was a fan-favorite. From his chiseled muscles to his movie-star smile to his old-fashioned manners, everyone loved him. But you were okay with that. Because he would never cheat on you. Right? Well...

"Come on girl, get up," Nat said, hitting you with a pillow. "We're going out tonight and I'll drag you out of here by your ankles if I have to."

You groaned, turning over and staring at the ceiling. "Whyyyy?"

"Because you've been sulking for 2 months, you need a fun night to party and get over that asshole," she announces, planting her hands on her hips. "Plus you haven't even gone to work and I've used up all of my self-control to not beat up that dick and that she-demon."

"I think I'm aloud to sulk after finding out my boyfriend of 3 years cheated on me with a woman I thought was my friend," you pointed out. "Besides, I'm still getting al my work done. It's just...remotely getting it done- Which, can you blame me? I see both of them at work."

Her eyes softened. "Honey, I know. But I think going out and just letting loose for a night will be good for you. Plus, who knows? You might just meet a hot person who all you want is for them to-"

You threw a pillow at her, effectively cutting off whatever innuendo she was about to say.

She smiled. "So...does that means you're going?"

"I don't have much of a choice, now do I?" you asked, already knowing the answer.

"Nope." Nat said, popping the 'p'.

"Ugh, I don't like you sometimes," you muttered, finally getting off of your ruffled bed.

"Nah, you know you love me," she said with a wink.

You threw another pillow at her.

•••••

Two hours later and you had finally found an outfit Nat deemed acceptable. It was simple, comfortable, but still suitable enough for a club. You let her do your makeup, knowing that her deft hands were much better than yours.

You groaned "Why did I agree to this?"

"You didn't have much of a choice," Natasha said, checking her phone. "Ok, now, come on. We're going."

When the two of you arrived you quickly got out of the Uber and looked at the hulking structure in front of you. Nat pulled you inside, immediately heading to the bar. You sat down on one of the stools, your best friend ordering two shots of straight vodka.

"Cheers," you told her, quickly downing the drink in the hope it would make the night slightly more bearable. You winced, the liquid burning as it slid down your throat. You tried to relax, to just focus on the music.

You turned to Nat.

"Wanna dance?" She asked, downing another shot and dragging you to your feet.

"I have a feeling this is another thing I don't have a choice in," you said, voice barely discernible as you began walking with her onto the dance floor.

"Your feeling is right!" Nat yelled as she began dancing. You closed your eyes, moving along to the music.

"I'm gonna grab us some more drinks!" you yelled over the crowd.

You were pretty sure she hadn't heard you, too focused on the gorgeous woman who had begun dancing with her. As the woman got closer and closer to Nat and you saw her wrap her arms around the other woman's neck, you grinned.

At least one of you was having fun, you thought as you nursed the glass of soda in your hands.

"I'll take a whiskey on the rocks," a tall man with bleached hair and gorgeous silver-blue eyes told the bartender, a faint accent detectable. "And what would you like, love?"

"No thanks," you told him, slightly surprised he was talking to you. "I got my drink."

"Gin and tonic?" he asked.

"Just soda."

"Just soda?" he questioned, a smirk on his face. "You're at a club and you got plain soda?"

"Well, I gotta take care of my friend," you explained, sipping at your drink.

"Ah, designated driver?" He slid onto the stool beside you, propping his face on his palm as he looked at you curiously.

"Kinda," you told him, shrugging a little.

Normally Nat got too wasted for you to let her get herself home and she didn't like waking up in strangers beds. Plus, it wasn't exactly safe to be by yourself as an inebriated woman trying to get home. So normally around 2, you'd drag her out of the club and she'd eat all your ice cream then pass out on your couch.

"So, you can't drink, but how about a dance?" Accented voice like honey.

"Why not?" you said, standing up with him.

He grabbed your hand, gently pulling you to the dance floor. "So...what's your name, gorgeous?" He put his hands on your hips as you moved along to the beat of the music.

"No names, that's too serious," you told him, memories popping up that you hurriedly pushed to the back of your mind. You just wanted to get lost in the moment.

"Names are too serious?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Yup."

You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his body moving so close to your own. His arms slid further around your waist but never going too far south as he pulled you almost flat against him, both of you still dancing. With the newfound closeness, every little sway or bump was felt by the both of you.

"Well, is dancing like this too serious?" You shivered at his low voice whispering into your ear, your breath hitching as soft lips brushed your neck when his head dipped down.

"Dancing is all fun."

Your voice was a lot more breathless than you'd like to admit.

"And your name?"

"Giving you my name gives you trust, however little. And my trust seems to be in short supply recently." You let out a laugh, the noise harsh.

"Well, whoever cheated on you is a damned idiot," he declared, a soft kiss brushing your cheek.

"How did you know?"

"A beautiful woman sitting at the bar in a club, sipping a coke while watching her friend have the time of her life. An incredibly handsome man approaches said woman asking for her name and receives a response of, 'no names, that's too serious.'" He raised an eyebrow at you. "Then proceeds to say that her trust is in short supply. An asshole did you wrong and I have no problem with giving you a good time." His voice was firm, a promise held in those words.

Before you could realize what was happening, he was fluidly spinning you to face him and dipping his head down to capture your lips with his.

Your eyes shut as you wound your arms around his neck, gently tugging at the soft hair at his nape as he deepened the kiss. As you moved your lips against his silky ones, you could taste the whiskey on him as his tongue slid into your parted lips. You tugged at his hair a little harder than you meant to, causing a low groan to rumble from him.

The moment shattered as a loud crash rang out along with a yell from a familiar voice.

"All of you asshole in the crowd who are cheaters better watch out or I'm gonna beat your ass!"

Your eyes snapped open, quickly stepping away from the man as you searched for your friend. Not searching long, you found her standing on the bar throwing her heels at the security guards who were rushing to pull her down.

Well shit.

"I gotta go," you told the man, rushing to your friend.

"Come on, Tasha, let's go home," you said, gently easing her off the bar.

"Yay! Ice cream! But first we gotta beat all those fuckeeeers and then we get ice cream."

"Sorry Nat, no beating the fuckers tonight," you told her, a pout appearing on her face.

•••••

"Ugh, I should've just called in sick today, my head feels like shit." Natasha groaned as the two of you walked out of the elevator. "

"Uh uh, there's no way in hell I'm facing them for the first time since the breakup without my best friend," you told her, dragging her along with you as you walked to the auditions room where two new people were trying out for the band.

"You seem a lot better than I thought- Wait, did you sleep with someone last night?!" Natasha asked loudly, making you shush her quickly when several sets of eyes turned to the two of you.

"No, I did not sleep with anyone last night-" you hesitated, "-just your idea to go to the club wasn't as bad as I thought."

"So you did sleep with someone!"

"Would you shut up a bit, Nat?" Your eyes darted around, very aware of the other people who could hear the conversation. "I didn't sleep with a man...I just had a really good kiss."

"Ooh, a really good kiss?" Her eyes glinted. "What's he look like?"

"He looks like..,"

"Hey! Don't stop! Tell me what this mystery man looks like."

"Turn around and you'll see," you told her as your eyes met a set of silver blue ones.

#pietro maximoff x reader #steve rodgers x reader #pietro maximoff #mcu x reader #mcu #marvel x reader #reader insert #natasha romanoff

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Locker confessions - Argyle x plus size reader

Summary: Hungover from the night before you try to avoid the gaze of the boy you kissed whilst thinking about your crush Argyle.

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.

A/n: I love Argyle, protect him.

You slump on the row of red lockers as you watch the people go by still clad in party attire from the night before.

You try to hide yourself with the open locker door from the scathing looks from the blonde cheerleader who you cock blocked the night before. That same cheerleader who is currently being held back by her boyfriend from starting a fight with you, her big old dagger eyes burning into your skull, her manicured hands gripping her bleached hair like a teenager with image issues would.

Your friend, a lanky girl who plays softball and is also in the school band scoots on over to you her glasses askew and her hair still smelling like apple sours and open beer cans.

Amy, in all her sporty nerd glory, wears her bright red softball hoodie with the school’s mascot sprawled across the chest along with a pair of muddied sports trainers that were once stuffed in the back of her locker long forgotten until now.

You can tell she probably either stayed at the party way after you left or was super sneaky for once in her life, getting in and out her second floor bedroom without her mother finding out and telling her off. That woman will go mad once she realises her daughter went to another party, if she doesn’t already know because being grounded for buying weed off Argyle, the guy you’re totally not crushing over, got her two weeks grounded.

Amy had the good idea to change into her sports uniform instead of walking around school in a red slinky mini dress and high heels unlike you who’s still dresses in your party attire. Whilst the dress you’re wearing isn’t so mini and you’re wearing your old trusted black boots, the shiny black satin like fabric and the low cut scream ‘party dress’.

“(Y/n), stop moping about we have a big problem!” she whisper yells to you as she looks up to your dishevelled form.

You hair is such a mess that you had to just pull it back with a headband making you look like a crazy art teacher who stuffs pencils in their hair along with the very oversized zip up Hurley hoodie, that is also in a ghastly aqua green, it’s the best attempt by you to cover up.

“What, that half the school is hung over? Or that I’m going to have blondie following me around for like a week giving me the evils?”

“No!” she grabs your arm pulling you away from the safety of the locker door, “Look past every girl who’s jealous of you pretty face and look!”

She leans backwards rather comically, her head peeking out from the locker door along with you.

You look past other teenagers hungover and tired, the bunch of popular kids who look ready to vomit in the nearest rubbish bin standing out in the crowd. You also avoid eye contact with that one kid you went on a date with when you were thirteen only for him to stand you up at the last minute because you were ‘to big’ to be dated.

You look and look with squinted eyes only to see the one and only Mister popular himself in all his surfer dude blonde hair and tanned body glory staring right at you both, well more like he’s looking right at you with predator like eyes.

“Fuck. No. I’m not dealing with this today.” You mutter as you look away the sudden memory of last night coming back.

You fucking cock blocked ye old blondie from fucking him.

If you remember correctly you had drunk so many glasses of wine from a box that when Mister popular kissed you suddenly, joke or not, you kissed back.

Truly, he was pleasantly surprised at how good you kissed considering that he came over as a joke to tease the fat girl, now the toned surfer has the hots for you, and yes whilst you’re plenty hot having the attention of that guy that brings along a whole lot of trouble.

Exhibit A, Little Miss popular who wanted to woo him.

“I don’t like him!” you whisper yell in a more panicked voice.

“I know (y/n) but he’s looking.” Amy turns around to try and sneakily look at him but she only ends up looking directly at him.

She puts up her hand and waves.

“Amy!” you shove her hand down and retreat back behind the locker door, “He’s going to try and fuck me, I don’t want that, I don’t want to be another trophy win.”

“Well don’t fuck him then.”

“I won’t, he’ll just carry on trying by bugging me, he did the same with Kelly Smith!”

You see teenage boys regardless if there legally adults or still children have a tendency to get annoyed at not getting what they want, with Mr popular (his name escapes you head because you honestly don’t care for him at all) is the type of guy who’ll chase any girl who gives him an ounce of attention, so considering you drunkenly kissed him now he’s going to think that you want to fuck him.

You don’t want to fuck him.

You want to fuck Argyle.

“I don’t want to fuck him at all.” You begin, your voice getting a bit louder but not loud enough that passers-by can hear, “I was drunk, he was drunk, he was being a dick, I was just a bit horny. Drunk kisses happen Amy, you should know, you’ve drunk kissed half the Softball squad-“

Normally when you being to rant nerves also bubble up, your words become rushed and you normally say something you end up regretting.

“- sorry –“ you apologise for bringing it up.

“Nah, all good.” Amy brushes it off, her eyes wondering behind you.

“- anyway if I was going to fuck anyone I don’t want to fuck him, I want to fuck Argyle for fuck sake!”

Face flushed warm and you outburst over you look at Amy who has paused mid breath, he eyes wide and still looking behind you.

“What?” you urge.

“Morning Argyle.” Amy stammers out her face scrunching up in second hand embarrassment.

You feel like crawling into your locker and pulling the door closed, it’s not possible considering your plus size and the fact your locker is small and square rather than a full length locker, but the feeling is still there.

Instead you bang you head on your locker door, your sight looking down in utter horror.

Argyle, shocked but with a growing Cheshire cat grin on his face, bends down trying to catch your eyes his face getting closer to yours as he does.

In your peripheral vision you can see him.

That handsome face, the long dark hair drooping down as his hand goes to your shoulder.

Amy steps back from the scene. She’s close enough that she can bail you out of the mess but really she just wants to stand and watch like it’s the newest movie.

Really the woman has been routing for you and Argyle to get together for the longest time.

There’s a reason she always takes you to Sufer Boy Pizza instead of Pizza Hut and that’s because Argyle always gives you discounted pizza. From day one when you were sixteen and Argyle saw you for the first time Amy knew that he fancied you.

The idea of you two together makes her so happy; the discounted pizza and good weed is just a bonus.

“Hey dude.” Argyle says as he finally catches your brilliant (colour) eyes, you face a flush and his eyes filled with what you can only call is utter admiration.

“…Hi…” you don’t move from you slump but you keep looking.

“So, you want to fuck me?”

A way to get to the point. Him saying that makes you feel icky because you don’t want him to think that you just was to have sex with him, you want to kiss all over his face, you want to hold his hand, you want to take him silly little dates, you want to be his.

“I-I, well-” you voice has turned croaky and you feel like running away to the nearest bathroom and crying, “-not just that, well I- fuck, I like like you Argyle.”

His smile does not falter it somehow get bigger and as you rise, ready to bolt, he says a sentence that shatters your world.

“Me to (y/n/n).”

Right then and there the shards of glass fall on the floor just like you do, a bit dramatic yes, but the man you like saying he likes you back mixed with a banging hangover makes you crouch on the ground and hyperventilate.

“You do?” you ponder out loud as Argyle crouches down to your level with concern but still somehow all smiles.

“Ever since I first met you.”

“Really?”

“Really really.”

“Thank fuck.” You say as your tackle him into a giant hug, a big chunk of his luscious hair tickling your nose and his long arms wrapping around your plush waist.

The stupid party and even stupider kiss from the night before is forgotten, hopefully you’ll get a better kiss from Argyle, but for now hugging on the floor on the high school’s hallway as everyone looks on will suffice.

#not proofread #argyle #argyle x reader #argyle stranger things #stranger things x plus size reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things #plus size reader #x plus size reader #chubby reader #x chubby reader

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ashpkat · 1 month

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ash dump ideas u never completed or just had on me

idk what fandom. and idc

feel high but also dead rn so j need some brain juice.... please, dickmaster ash the smash.....

oh boy i can do you one worse better. here’s an unfinished first chapter of a cassidy blake fusion au idea i had for magisterium. (u don’t need to know what cassidy blake is to understand but it’s by v.e. schwab)

Call had always been able to see ghosts. Somewhat. He could feel ghosts than he could see on a regular basis, it required a little work to actually see the ghosts. There were some rules. The Veil rule, for instance. How ghosts could only be seen in the Veil. With one exception of course.

Some people think ghosts only come out on Halloween, or during the night. That was not true, not by a long shot. Just because people couldn’t see them doesn’t mean they weren’t there. They could be anywhere, in some poor old lady’s garden, the bread aisle of the supermarket, the front seat of a bus, anywhere.

Call could feel when a ghost is near. It was something reminiscent of the pitter patter of rain on a window, or maybe someone lightly tapping him on the shoulder. In other more severe cases, sometimes it was like a pulsing headache or someone digging their nails into his brain.

It happened at random. And this certainly wasn’t the first time he felt it, and it wouldn’t be the last, either. Call was sitting in his desk during Algebra when it began, the tap tap tap. Like always, he tried to ignore it. Key word was tried. It chiseled away at his focus, and there was only one way Call knew that would make it go away. If he went and saw for himself.

Which more often than naught, he doesn’t want to go do. He can tell Aaron doesn’t either, because across the room when Call met his eye, met the intense glare he’s giving him from his seat. Very intense, like terminator laser death intense (Calls never seen the Terminator, so he doesn’t know if they actually shoot lasers but he thinks they probably should because that would be cool).

Aaron couldn’t feel the tapping, but he knew his best friend well enough to realize when Call does.

Call shifted in his seat, bouncing his leg absentmindedly. It had gotten stiff and painful from sitting down all day. The teacher just kept droning on.

“When you get the variable X in this scenario isolated then you’ll have to…” Mr. Graves wheezed out as if he’d been smoking for thirty years. Knowing the amount of stress his students cause him, he probably had.

People around the room were getting antsy with their boredom. No one could even stay still. Rafe wqs sleeping with his eyes open, Kai doodles on their shoes, Kylie and Lacy were giggling and passing notes to each other.

It was nothing good, Call assumed, because nothing good comes out of popular kids. That’s what Kylie and Lacy were, popular. He could tell because of their bleach blonde hair and perfectly painted nails and how they all looked like carbon copies of eachother.

They’re usually all had similar personalities too — being general assholes. Kylie has once told Call not to get too close because she thought his bum leg might be contagious. Call fumed for at least 2 weeks after that (and still, 7 years later, he still was).

Maybe he should’ve wanted to be popular, but that was never his style (both literally and figuratively). There were just too many rules, like laugh at jokes but don’t laugh too loud. Smile but not too wide. Wear the right clothes. Play the right sports. Care, but don’t care too much. Etcetera, etcetera.

Call had rules he lived by, like rules with Aaron, but those were different.

Kylie flicked the note in front of her, over to Lacy’s desk, but she missed and it floated to the floor like a leaf in the wind. From his seat, Call can see Aaron strike a rare, impish grin.

“I know just what will get your mind off this ghost tap,” said Aaron. Call looked over at him, cocking an eyebrow with mild surprise.

The thing about Aaron was this: he could be popular. He could be the star quarterback. He could be the teenage heartthrob of the school. But he couldn’t.

Because Aaron was dead. He’s a ghost.

Aaron got out of his seat and sauntered over to Lacy’s desk, she’s retrieved the note and is stifling a giggle as she scribbled a reply.

He read aloud over her shoulder, but Call was the only one who can hear him, “Top ten cutest boys in the school,” Aaron feigned surprise, “not to spoil anything but.. number one is Ryan.”

Call rolled his eyes. He could see as Lacy turned around and placed her response on Kylie’s desk, her arm went straight through Aarons torso. Aaron shivered. Then, he turned his body to face Kylie's desk, gingerly putting his fingers on one of the many multi-colored pens that lined it. He focused all his attention on it, scrunching up his semi-transparent tan face. It doesn't move.

In movies, poltergeists could throw TV's and slide beds across the floor. But in reality, it took a lot of ghost energy to cross the Veil -- which is what Call dubbed the little curtain that separated the living and the dead. And the ghosts who do have that energy are typically super old and not very pleasant. Luckily they've never had to deal with one of those. Call was secretly glad that Aarons wasn’t made of all that stuff.

Aaron caught Call staring at his pen escapade and sheepishly smiles, as if he knew he's probably not supposed to be doing that. Then he gracefully clipped himself through the floor and reappeared next to Call.

He perched himself on Calls desk, effectively hindering what little attention Call was paying.

“I’d say that didn’t get your mind off it, hm?” Aaron cracked a half smile.

Yeah, actually maybe a little, but now all I can think about are Ryan’s chiseled abs, Call thought to himself, careful not to speak aloud. That was one major perk of having a ghost best friend, he never even had to open your mouth to have a conversation, with the mind link and all. He doesn't quite understand why their minds are linked, however.

“Better than thinking about ghosts right?” Aaron said, but as he does Call could feel the tapping getting stronger. Like an itch at the edge of his vision, pulling and begging for him to look that way. Aaron sighed and shot him a sympathetic look as he hopped down from his desk.

It really only made Call think more about ghosts, and not just the one pestering him, somewhere far in the school, but also Aaron. Call doesn’t know how long it’s been since.. the incident. He tried not to think about it too loud, since Aaron typically gets a little upset when Call mentioned it— how he got stuck actually being a ghost.

He couldn’t have been dead for too long, since there’s not anything retro about him with his floppy blonde hair, Nikes, and Marvel T-shirt. And also because he’s only showed up as of lately, and lately being the last 2 years. It was when Call was 12, and his dad had gotten some weird antique with some weird ghost boy seemingly attached to it.

“I prefer the term corporally challenged.” Aaron rolled his eyes at Call.

Quit reading my thoughts you freak, Call shot back at him, can’t I get any privacy?

“It’s not my fault you’re a loud thinker,” he retorted. “Also for the record, I wasn’t attached to the antique! I was following the pull back to you. Things aren’t haunted like that. You know that’s not how it works.”

Thats not what my dad says, Call hid his laugh with a swift cough into his hand. A few people turn and look at him anyway. He sunk lower into his seat and eyes the clock. The tapping was getting worse.

Calls dad, Alastair, had always been a little obsessed with antiques and the history behind them. Lately, he had been inching towards supernatural territory. Actually no, not just inching, it was a full on sprint into spectral space.

It was like a switch being flipped in his brain, and all Alastair wanted to buy now are creepy old dolls that looked like they would be haunted but weren’t. Call would’ve known if they are. And it wasn’t like Call could ever tell his dad that, because he’d go crazy and try to interrogate him. Alastair had even been talking to some medium that claims he can see ghosts, but Call doubted. He’d met the guy and he couldn’t even see Aaron, so that was enough evidence for a faker for him.

Maybe he’s going through a midlife crisis, Call thinks to Aaron. He just crinkled his nose at Call and shook his head.

”I don’t think Alastair believes the medium can actually see ghosts,” Aaron said slowly. “Maybe he just likes the company. If you’re catching my drift.”

Call tried hard to not let his face twist up and make it look like he was constipated. No? Whats the drift i’m missing here?

”You know,” he sighed, “that they’re not just chatting about ghosts? They’re getting… romantical?” At Call’s blank face, he gave up the ghost (ha) and soldiered on. “Is the tapping still there?” Aaron asked, even though Call was pretty sure he already knew the answer.

Sure is, he replied and rubbed the back of his neck. Like a knock, knock, knocking on the base of his skull. It was telling him that there’s some serious paranormal activity going on. Call sighed. He could certainly do without all this spectral nonsense, he couldn’t wait for Summer. Because in Summer, Call could get full nights rests without hearing the tap of the Veil and rather the sounds of Alastair tinkering with cars in the garage. There's something odd about the Hunts house, because Call found that it’s strangely quieter than the rest of the town, especially in Summer. Six weeks of quiet, six weeks of Summer sun and reading comic books with Aaron, six weeks of almost feeling normal with his best friend. All Call has to do was make it through these final days.

Call raised his hand like the dutiful student he was. Mr. Graves saw him and gave him a stern look, already knowing Calls question wouldnt be about math.

“Yes, Callum?” He exhaled, sick of him even though he hadn’t even spoken yet.

”Can I use the bathroom?” Call shuffled in his seat and rolled his shoulders, trying to shake off the feeling, but the tapping was persistent. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Aaron sigh and frown. It didn’t take a genius to understand where Call planned to go with this.

”Can’t it wait?” Mr. Graves sighed wearily, “I’m in the middle of very detailed instructions. You’ll miss them.”

Call scowled, ”You know I’ll miss them anyway, even if I was in the room, now c’mon I really gotta go!”

Mr. Graves looked considering, eyeing Call like he was some disease-ridden freak. Then he sighed again and pinched the bridge of his nose with his pointed and his thumb.

"Fine. But make it quick, do not dawdle," he waved him off and turned back to the board.

Call was already out of his seat and snatching the hall pall before Mr. Graves could even think about finishing his sentence. He shuffled out of that stuffy classroom as fast as his leg would allow. In the hallway, Aarons slightly transparent head popped out of a wall, and he didn't look too pleased. Call hardly spared him a glance as he limped down the staircase, his footsteps audible in the nearly silent hallway

"Can we just be normal for once?" Aaron asked, sounding a bit sad. He’d floated down the steps instead of walking, which Call was jealous of. If he was undead, he’d sure love to go without the constant pain in his left leg.

"You're a ghost. And I can see you. That's not normal, so I doubt normal is something we could even achieve." Call hissed at him, the tapping was pulling him somewhere weird.

Call back tracked. It pulled him like a rope attached to his gut right down into a completely seperate hallway.

A locker door swung open and hit Aaron in the face. Call instinctively flinches, but he passed through it like it was nothing. He appeared to be sulky.

"Well you could at least try and be normal," he muttered.

"Whats that supposed to mean?" Call stopped dead in his tracks and glared in the other boys direction. Aaron held his hands up in surrender. He looked apologetic enough for making Call mad, which irked him a little because Aaron was just too nice.

The thing was, they both knew that Call wasn’t a normal boy and Aarons not a normal ghost. There was an accident, snow and ice, cars screeching, and slipping into darkness. And then Call was whole again, flash forward 13 years, and a ghost soon-to-be best friend showed up in Calls house. (a/n: fix/ ??? dunno if i want this to be canon)

Call turned away, skulking off and letting the tapping pull him away. He doesn't even have to think about where he had to go. He ducked into the library, the librarian was somewhere in the backroom, therefore, she couldn't and wouldn't bother Call. Call slunk in between the rows of books. By now, the tapping was more a thudding. This was probably, no, definitely where he needed to be. Aaron appeared in front of him, bottom lip jutted out in a pout.

“I mean this: have you ever tried to ignore the tapping? Just wait it out?” Aaron crossed his arms, “I know, I know..”

“Do you though?” Call exclaimed, but quickly lowered his voice when he realized where he was, “We’ll be quick, in and out.”

Aaron frowned, “But…”

“In and out.” He repeated.

After contemplating silence, the tension in Aarons body eased and he sighed, “fine. Rule number 9 of friendship, friends don’t leave friends in the Veil.”

“Bingo.” Call shot him quick finger guns.

Behind him, Call reached for light airy fabric. It’s wasn’t actual physical fabric, but it was the only tangible way to describe crossing over into the Veil. He pulled it away and let himself fall. Then it was all black and Call felt sharp cold air pierce his lungs, his fingers turning icy, and his whole body becoming overwhelmingly cold.

And then it was again, Calls was back to his normal self. Except, he wasn’t. Not in the veil. He was slightly more translucent than before, and there’s a glowing blue, almost grey, light inside his chest. Beside him is Aaron, looking more solid than not— however he lacked the glowing light inside, telling Call he is indeed still a—

“Ghost?” Aaron sighed, “You’re thinking a lot today? What’s up?”

“Now is not the time for our therapy sessions,” Call snapped back.

(the ghost is jennifer? idk? canon book was that ghost died in a fire but maybe the bookshelves crushed her / someone pushed the shelves?)

(call goes home. uhhh. oh yeah the medium is constantine this is another alastine au. alastair is like surprise we’re going on vacation to salem and call is Fuck)

the only other notes i had for this was

Salem, Massachusetts

(3 locations minimum:

Burying Point Cemetary,

The Witch House,

Protectors Ledge,

House of the seven Gables,

Rockafellas(I HAVE AN ACTUAL FUNNY IDEA),

The Salem Inn,

Wicked Good Books(Tam), Gallows Hill)

- Ghost boy!Aaron

- Ghost Hunter!Call

- Ghost Hunter!Tamara

- Regular boy!Jasper deWinter that gets dragged along w/ Tamara

- Big bad!Maugris, steals Souls in hopes to get a body because he’s a fucking idiot and doesn’t know that’s Not How It Works LMAOOOO

- one sided calron :( but call doesn’t end up with any one in the end

- this is future ash i don’t remember how aaron died but i think he got murdered? idk it was really really weird. in cassidy blake, jacob (the ghost best friend) drowned to death trying to get smthing for his sibling but. eh. aaron has no siblings)

- deadass remember nothing abt this au. btw don’t remember what the funny idea was for rockafellas im so sad i remember losing it at SOMETHINg

Anyway

YO reblog this shit if you want me to share more of my unfinished ideas / chapters

#also some of this is present tense and some is in past tense. yeah idk what’s going on either #this is from a while ago #like #A WHILE. ago #magisterium #the magisterium #callum hunt #aaron stewart

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lordkingsmith · 2 days

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20) l0VrB0i; a hacker gets accidentally contacted by a newly single father. After assuming said father is a porn bot, he gets propositioned. Assumes this is a trick until he ends up in england with the guy, his kid, and an entire summer of a fling and playing family ahead of him. Oops.

I had to let these keep going before I responded lol. It’s alternating pov and I don’t know whose pov I love writing more but have Neil lol.

“Mr Creely-Halsin-if you’re going to attempt to hack the school, don’t do it with a school computer.” He had to give the kid credit, it was ballsey. “Use a laptop from outside the school if you must. But really? Last day of school? For what?”

“The sniggles”

“…so I gathered the first time” he pinched the bridge of his nose to stave off a massive headache. How ‘sniggles’ had replaced lolz or shits and giggles he didn’t know, and was fairly sure this was something he didn’t want to.

“I just don’t know what they’re thinking nowadays Nex” he lamented later that night to a friend. “And I never thought I’d be out of touch but here we are.” He paused. “Am I out of touch?”

“No more than I am” Nex replied on speaker as Neil contemplated what shade of blue to go with. Electric River or Cemetery Twilight. Creative names for what was just essentially neon light blue and indigo. He wasn’t a fan of names trying to dress up something as more than it was but these were the best quality hair dyes he could get his hands on so he dealt with it.

“So I am extremely out of touch” he decided as he picked Electric River and put the other back in his bathroom mirror cupboard for the time being. “S’ppose it’s not the worst thing.” He contemplated his black hair with just the beginnings of silver at the temples critically in the mirror. “D’you think I’m hot?” He asked Nex, and for her credit she didn’t audibly express surprise.

“….Neil we are both as gay as Kellog’s worst nightmares.”

“Yea but we can window shop. Am I hot?”

“…I mean. You turn heads. People definitely want to get in your pants. Why?”

“Well…”he rubbed at his chin, still staring at himself. “I’m sending you a convo I had with a possible bot. You tell me. I gotta bleach my hair so I’ll see what you think when I’m done.”

“Sounds good.”

Later, running a hand over his scalp as he tried to figure out the box directions for the dye, Nex called him back.

“So what I’m getting is he’s maybe not real but he’s lonely.”

“Mhm”

“And allegedly a widower with a teenaged daughter who goes to a very good school.”

“Mhm”

“And has enough money to fund you spending a summer with him vacationing, sight seeing and fucking.”

“…mhm.”

“So you agreed to be the guy’s sugar baby for the summer?”

This stopped Neil up short. He stared at the worrying crack on his wall before having to get through a hoarse squawk before he could even strangle out a “maybe?”

Aka, even extremely brilliant men can be kinda dumb lol. He’s not against the idea obviously, but neither guy’s considered what this would look like

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lost-walmartbag · 1 year

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Stan Marsh x reader pt 5

Warning: swearing

Background: You finally go back to school Wendy confronts you and Stan now knowing the truth.

Status: Completed

Previous part

Season 2

'Don't go'

You didn't go to school for a day or two you just had no energy. You felt emotionally exhausted like you were drowning constantly. You hadn't even had the energy to check your phone. On Wednesday you decided to go to school again. That morning you got dressed and tried your best to cover up the bags under your eyes.

You ended up giving up and went to school not having time to fix your hair or put on makeup. When you get to school you go through the day as normally as you could. You only thought about what Stan had told you. At lunch, you didn't eat just so that you wouldn't have to sit with anyone. You stood around on your phone waiting for it to be over. Wendy walked up to you making you nervous.

"Y/N we need to talk." She said looking at you.

You couldn't read her expression it was torture. You look over her shoulder and see Stan staring at the both of you.

"What's up?" You ask putting your phone away.

Wendy takes a deep breath and leads you out of the lunch room away from everyone. She turns back to you and sighs.

"It was Stan wasn't it?" She asked her voice cracking.

"What are you-?" You start before she cuts you off.

"Don't play dumb with me Y/N. You know what I'm talking about. Was it him or not?" She asks again looking at your face making sure she could tell if you tried to lie to her.

Before you could speak Stan walks into the room. Wendy doesn't look back but knew it was Stan. "Was it him or not?" She asked once again

"Wendy stop," Stan said walking over.

"I deserve the truth. Did you two fuck or not?" She asked her hands shaking and refusing to look at Stan.

"I-" You start before taking a deep breath and looking to Stan for help. He was staring and you and just slowly nodded. "Yes, w-we did."

Stan cringed as you admitted to what you both had done. Wendy started shaking more tears rolling down her face.

"I-it was a mistake it wasn't supposed to happen." You say.

Wendy slaps you surprising you for a second. Stan rushes to you and touches your cheek. He held onto you making Wendy even more upset.

"It's her, isn't it? She's why you broke up with me?" Wendy asked crying harder.

"Wendy I didn't mean to." You start but she cuts you off again.

"I would have expected this from stan I mean fuck we were horrible together but you Y/N? You were supposed to be my friend. You were supposed to have my back. You always told me to leave Stan for good and you do this to me?" She says trying to wipe her tears. "I would have never done this to you. No matter what I have always been there for you even after we found out it was you I fucking apologized and you still didn't tell me you fucked my boyfriend?"

You started tearing up and tried to step closer to her but she backed away.

"Don't fuking touch me. After everything Y/N? You let me fucking apologies to you like a fucking idiot? I would have never done this to you." She says walking away and leaving the school.

You wipe away your tears as they continue flowing. Stan touches your shoulder gently. You look up at him and cry harder. Stan hugs you stroking your hair gently. You shake your head and pull away.

"Stan I don't know what to do." You sob. "I can't make this right I can't do anything."

Stan sighs and tries his best to soothe you. You pull away and give him one last look before walking away leaving to your car. Stan thinks about following you but knows that if he went with you it would only make things worst. You knew you wouldn't want him with you but a part of you was devastated he didn't come with you.

You drive home and cry in your room for hours. You hadn't even realized how much time has passed until you heard a knock on your window. You look over and see Stan opening your window and stepping inside with his guitar case on his back. His hair was bleached it was clear he did it himself as some parts were still black and his shirt had bleach stains.

"What are you doing here?" You asked.

"Y/N I know you said you can't be with me but I want to be with you. You are the only reason I'm here the only reason I'm still in this town. But Y/N you can do better than me. You were meant for more than this than me. I can't stay here knowing I'm the reason you're being held back." Stan says with tears in his eyes.

"Y-You're leaving?" You asked standing up and walking towards him.

He smiles as tears roll down his face. "I know you love me the same way I love you." He said letting tears roll down his face. "But you're right we can't be together and I can't stay here seeing you every day knowing I can't have you."

"Please don't leave me, Stan." You begged holding onto his arm like he would disappear any second. "Please stay with me."

"Y/N I can't," He said touching your cheek gently. "I love you so much I'm so sorry."

You look at him not knowing what to say. You don't know how long you were standing there just staring at him until the tears on your face dried out. You wanted him you wanted to be with him and he was just leaving you?

"Stan please I'll go with you just please don't leave me." You begged your legs giving out and now you were on your knees still desperately holding onto his arm for dear life.

He kneels down and kisses your forehead softly. "Do better for yourself my love."

He pulls out a bracelet from his pocket and gently puts it in your hands. He kisses your lips softly not wanting to let go. You kissed back as more tears rolled down your cheeks as you held onto his arms wanting nothing more than to make this moment last forever. Once he pulls away you try to chase the kiss but he moves faster and just lets tears roll down his cheeks as he smiles down at you softly.

"I love you Y/N"

"I love you too Stan please don't do this." You cry holding his pant leg not caring how desperate he knew you were. You didn't want anything else than for him to be here with you and make everything right. "Please Stan."

He pulls himself away from your grasp and goes back to your window taking one look back at you. You were on the floor sobbing and begging him to come back to you.

"Please Stan." You beg through your sobs. He smiles and leaves you there heartbroken.

You stayed on the floor for god knows how long just crying begging him to come back even though he was no longer there and couldn't hear your desperate pleas.

A/N: Damn I hope this is as good to yall as I think it is. If it's bad disregard that last statement this is all satire 🙄. But fr I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you all enjoyed reading this and all the different parts in this series. I may make a small epilogue or even keep this series going in the future and by future I may mean next week cause lets be real I'm avoiding my hw. But let me know epilogue or basically a season 2 what do yall wanna see? But anyways I love you all and I appreciate you thank you sm for reading 🩷🩷🩷

#south park #south park x reader #south park x you #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #wendy testaburger #fanfic #x reader

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eyeslikewatercoolers · 6 months

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WIP Wednesday- Dead Like Me AU

And we're back with some more Vandergerd! This AU idea has been on my mind for a few months, so I decided to give it a shot. It's based on the TV show Dead Like Me. I think this will be more of a CDR3 group fic with Vandergerd at the center point.

CW for Major Character Death (cause that's the whole premise)

Today was going to be the best day of Vivian’s life, she just knew it.

Years of hard work were about to pay off, and her big break in her career was just around the corner. She’s worked at the same city-wide newspaper since graduating college, and today was the day for her first featured article.

The editor-in-chief gave her the main assignment for the week to cover the city’s annual charity gala event. It was one of the most exclusive events that the city held, something that Vivian could only dream of getting a media pass for.

She waited outside the venue for about one hour before the doors opened. Her camera had a full battery, and she made the last check to see if her recorder was still working. Everything was ready to go, but she still couldn’t shake her nerves.

Luckily, the stray cat she made friends with earlier was helping keep her calm. She gave the small black cat a few bites of her sandwich from lunch, and the cat never left the bench she waited on.

“Looks like it’s almost time,” Vivian said to the cat, seeing more people crowd around the entrance to the venue. “Thanks for keeping me company, little guy.” she gave the cat one last chin scratch before standing up and leaving the bench.

A few minutes after finding the line for the media entrance, Vivian was approached by a woman slightly taller than her, with long bleached hair and intense dark eyes.

“Excuse me, but I saw this fall from your camera.” The woman held out the camera battery with her perfectly manicured hand.

Vivian turned her camera around in confusion, and to her surprise, the battery cover was wide open. “That’s weird, that’s never happened before.” she thought to herself before looking back up at the woman.

“Oh, thank you.” she took the battery from the woman’s hand but then felt an intense coolness bloom in her chest when their hands touched. She didn’t know how to explain the feeling, but it only lasted a couple of seconds until she felt normal again.

“No, thank you.” the woman said with a slight smile before walking inside with the line next to her, and Vivian tilted her head in confusion. Maybe it was nerves that were making her question the interaction, so she tried to shrug it off.

She stepped to the side of the line as she tried to get the battery back in her camera. Just as she slid the cover back on, she heard something small fall near her feet. She wasn’t sure how her hearing could pick up something as small as her pen falling over the crowd’s noise.

Looking down she saw her favorite pen, the one with the orange cats printed all over it, sitting on the ground. The pen that she clipped to the printed page of her confirmation page of the event. It was her only way inside the building.

Bending down to graciously pick up the pen, a small flash of black fur came and went, and so did the pen. The pen she could easily deal without, but the paper was the important thing to her.

The cat from earlier stood a few yards away, across the venue’s outdoor courtyard. The cat looked at her with bright green eyes, pen and paper in its mouth.

“Oh no. Come back!” Vivian called after the cat before the cat kept running away.

She started chasing after the cat, her eyes on the paper in its mouth. Briskly avoiding any people standing outside, she tried running as fast as she could to catch up to the cat.

She didn’t notice stepping off the curb and the pavement changing to dark asphalt. The road was quiet at the time of day, except for one lone truck that was making a last-minute delivery to the gala.

Her mind never left the mischievous cat and her ticket into the event. She didn’t pay attention to the people calling out to her, telling her to ‘look out!’. She wasn’t paying attention to the blaring truck horn nearby until it was too late.

SLAM

Vivian squeezed her eyes shut and braced herself for the impact, but she felt nothing. The noise from the street was gone, all she could hear was voices in the distance.

Slowly opening her eyes, she looked at her surroundings. The blonde was no longer lying in the street like she last remembered. Instead, she was back to sitting alone on the bench.

Vivian looked down to look at herself and was surprised that she looked exactly how she last looked in a mirror. She had no bruises or broken bones, and her clothes looked perfectly intact.

How did she get hit by a truck, but was perfectly fine seconds later? Vivian felt even more confused.

“She’s over there!” she heard someone call from across the courtyard and looked to see a person with yellow dyed hair pointing at her.

A tall blonde woman walked faster to the bench, with the yellow-haired person close behind. Vivian knows she’s never met either of these people before, how did they know who she was?

#vandergerd #wip wednesday #my writing #cdr3 #my fics

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suugrbunz · 1 year

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Hiii, saw your requests were hoping and I was hoping I could get a band of brothers ship, if that's okay xx

Appearance wise, I'm 5'3, blue/grey eyes with half bleached (white blonde underneath, brown on top) shoulder length hair. I also wear glasses. She/her pronouns.

I'm a Scorpio and my personality type is ISTP. My love language is definitely quality time! I'm often quite shy when first meeting someone, but when I'm comfortable around them I essentially lose all shame and become the loudest in the room. While my friends describe me as loyal, funny, and kind, they do say I can be very stubborn and unforgiving if someone crosses me.

I'm currently getting a bachelors in forensic science (in my final year actually!). In terms of hobbies/interests, I'm a sucker for a good book and amazing music. My favourite kinds of books are a mix of fantasy or history. However I am currently reading The Last Overland by Alex Bescoby, so I do tend to read whatever looks interesting to me and not just stick to those genres. I find that I spend most of my time listening to any type of music (genre would depend on what I'm feeling, but lately its been a mix songs like Halazia by ATEEZ or labour by Paris Paloma) and just having it playing in the background while doing anything and everything. I also started bookbinding as a hobby last year, which I find very relaxing.

I'm definitely more of a homebody, but if I go out with friends (they usually have to drag me out tbh) I do still enjoy it.

Thank you!! ❤️

hello <3 i hope you enjoy your ship— sorry this took so long love.

꒰ I ship you with . . . George Luz ৎ୭ ꒱

George is someone who will approach anyone he wants to within reason. I imagine you two meet a library, maybe he wasn't reading. He had gone there to support his friend's study habits, not his own. He sees you reading in the library and decides (suddenly) that he wants to read. He grabs a random book and asks to sit by you. That's how you meet. He Lester's you until you stop reading and pay attention to him.

George is someone that falls in love rather quickly

however he doesn't express his love that quickly. It'll take weeks for him the build up the courage. Toye helps him. Even though Toye is rather shy, he isn't shy about hyping up Luz.

Your first date is at a record shop, he suggested it. After a few conversations about music, he decided that a record shop would be a good first date location.

Obviously, you two bought a few record. Some he recommended to you. Some you recommended to him. You split the cost 50/50. He bought your records. You bought his.

Your first kiss was accidental. He was trying to kiss your cheek, something a bit more subtle for a kiss.

Buuuuut...

You inched to the side, slightly and all the sudden lips were touching. Listen, you're both surprised.

Melt with You by Modern English

He will listen to any fact you have to offer him... Actually, you could read to him and he'd genuinely listen.

He seems like he'd give the best attention— very sweet and detail-oriented.

#band of brothers #easy company #hbo war #george luz

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grumpy-zane · 2 years

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Limon of the sandy sea ‘Long Time no See’ Ft. Pixal + Cryptor

Cyrus had offered her the keys to a number of different vehicles to travel through, over, and under the desert, but she declined them all. She didn’t want to draw a lot of attention to herself, so the safest bet would be to take the train and hope for the best.

She was just visiting a friend, after all. Well, the term ‘friend’ was being generous.

It was the off season, meaning that not many tourists would be showing up to visit, which was perfect for her. No need to be annoyed by people asking for handouts or trying to pull her into spending more money than she needed to, it would just be the normal residents and the wranglers.

She stepped off the train and headed up the stairs to the wide open outside, the sun greeting her harshly with its wobbly rays. Pixal immediately locked eyes with the wrangler who was stationed nearby, “I’m looking for an android named ‘Cryptor’, he said he was here?”

“Ah, I know that one, he typically works the night shift at the tavern. He resides on the east wing of residence, try the address 0403.” The wrangler informed, “my friend and her friend rooms with him.”

Pixal had meandered between the houses made of wood and carved sandstone, their roofs painted light colors to keep the heat out and their sides decorated with various charms and ornaments. Some she recognized as insignias the serpentine used, others were more akin to regional symbols, drawn and built in sun-bleached colours. The house with the address ‘0403′ had a collection of symbols, the one with 3 dots in a ring she recognized immediately.

Her first inclination was to knock, but after that didn’t work she decided to send him an alarm. The loud ringing muffled through the wall, followed by a shout and fumbling. After a pause, the door in front of her practically tore off the hinges, “Can’t I get some damn sleep for once in my life!?” Cryptor seethed, glaring at her.

Pixal shrugged, “I was not aware that you *needed* to sleep.”

His left eye twitched, “I do now.” The two stared long and hard, enough time for him to calm down and roll his eyes, “Fine, come in.”

The door hissed as it slowly closed behind the two. He turned around to open up the inner window as Pixal stepped in more and took in the surroundings. Small TV propped in a corner on a tall shelf, radio set squarely on the coffee table as the main form of entertainment, work attire hung up on wall hooks, and a few doorways stemmed around leading to the back, kitchen, and bedroom. She took a peak in at the two beds that were shoved against the wall, a hammock hung from between them by the posts. Peculiarly, the source of power for the house came from a battery that currently had hair dryers laying around it. “Snooping?” Cryptor asked in a snarky tone.

“It is much more vacant and small than I predicted your living quarters to be. Quite the opposite of what I imagined you to look like.” She turned to him and smiled with an equal ego.

He frowned and looked down at himself, “You insult my appearance, your dear daddy’s handiwork?”

“No, I did expect you to look clunky,” She knocked on his translucent parts, the goop behind the malleable plastic swirling, “but not nearly as green.”

“That’s what happens when you die, you turn green.” He folded his arms and walked past her, sitting in the hammock and sinking in. “Though I suppose if your name is Zane, you don’t get that luxury.” Cryptor snorted. “How is he anyway?”

That took her by surprise, “I gave you his number, which you promptly-”

“Which I promptly blocked’ yes because he’s annoying.”

“He is doing fine.” She answered, deciding to sit on one of the beds, “As are the rest of the ninja. I did not visit to talk about them, however. I came to see how you were doing, and to tell you that dad does not appreciate you ignoring his messages.”

“Ah, I see, he sent his little girl to be the courier. Well tell Cyrus I don’t need him monitoring me. Tell him he’s too nice, and he doesn’t *have* to be my dad.”

Another line that surprised her, but perhaps it was easier for him to be more curt over texts than in person. Though, Cryptors hesitance to tell Cyrus that himself was more telling anything. Pixal smiled, knowing well a more heart-felt response would only annoy him, “He wants to make sure that his creation is function as intended. You are his first functioning attempt at a vessel-like design, he would like to know how much effort it takes to possess it, and if the sand has done any damage to your rotors.”

Cryptor threw a dismissive hand out as he blew out some air, his eye looking about as the gears turned in his head. “It is effortless,unless in the presence of water. When I sleep, I tend to fall out of it however, but I never worry about anyone moving my body. It’s far too heavy for that.” he snorted, hitting the reinforced alloy on his shoulder, “The sand has done some wear, but it is nothing I have not found any solutions for. If this is his excuse for me to come back, he will have to try harder than that.”

“May I take a look?” Pixal stood up.

He clenched his fists, “No. Your distrust in me is not appreciated.”

“You have a habit of inflating or dismissing the truth based on circumstance, Cryptor, my distrust in your words is not unwarranted.” She pointed out, to which he sighed.

“Fine, I may have had a few gears replaced already, but I don’t want to go to the city unless the ninja aren’t going to be there. I don’t need them jumping to conclusions, and I don’t need them knowing I’m alive either.”

Pixal frowned, “Then now would be the best time. They are planning on heading here for a vacation after I had suggested it.”

He squinted, “Wonderful.”

#ninjago #Limon of the sandy sea #pixal #cryptor

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