#Flossy watches

[flossflowergarden]

Still watching through Johto, random observations:

Love that Jessie and meowth have just stopped even trying to snap James out of it when the bottlecap obsession kicks in. They just shrug and go, "Yep, James's brain is Bottlecap Mode (TM), cannot be manually disengaged".

Jessie turning into the human incarnation of my ADD whenever hotsprings come up

The fact that they animated all of the kids hair when they're sliding down the mountain, but James's just kind of sticks out behind him and doesn't move. Did he borrow Jessie's hairspray?

Didn't Ash see Articuno in the second movie? Am I just really mixed up? Did I somehow manage to watch everything out of order? Movie 2 is Orange Islands though? I'm so confused.

Love that the kids falling into a canyon is a huge deal and Articuno needs to stop them from falling while they're halfway down and even then they're implied to black out for a bit. Meanwhile Team Rocket falls off the same canyon with no help at all, makes a big hole in the ground and just pops back up like it's nothing

Speaking of which, ASH KETCHUM, YOU NEED TO STOP FALLING OFF OF CLIFFS AND SUCH THIS INSTANT, THAT CANNOT BE GOOD FOR YOUR HEALTH YOUNG MAN

Brock activating Big Brother mode always makes me smile

Did Benny just train wobbuffet really well before he traded him or is Wobbuffet just naturally gifted? Holy moly, Wobbuffet!

#Pokemon #pokeani #Flossy watches #Team Rocket #I didn't feel like tagging individual episodes because I'm tired #... also I'm bad at remembering the titles lol #jessie #james #meowth #wobbufett #Ash Ketchum #Brock pokemon #Jessie pokemon #James pokemon #Meowth team rickey #Jessie's wobbuffet #johto pokemon

[charliemwrites]

Fields of Elation

Part 1

Rating: E Warnings: Dubcon if you squint

The garden has become a riot of color in the last week.

Native blooms in every vibrant color you could find, praying for pollinators to watch from the reading nook. The first butterfly fluttered in yesterday morning while you sipped tea. You could have squealed with excitement, aching to tell someone and denying the twinge in your chest when you realized who “someone” was.

You’re not thinking of him now. No. Absolutely not. Gardens are not for blood-soaked, violent men that smell like gunpowder and smoke – and neither are your thoughts. Your thoughts are to be as sun-soaked as the flowers, bleached out by warmth and light. Depthless, shadowless.

There’s soil dusting your fingers. You kneel in the flossy grass to plant wooden dowels, support for drooping stems growing too tall, too fast. You’re endeared by them, that they’re exploding with so much life that they need a helping hand. Perhaps you’re anthropomorphizing them a bit too much. This little recess you’ve carved out of the world is beautiful but lonely.

You hum a soft tune as you bow twine, some happy new pop song about summer. Heard it on the radio in the grocery store and haven’t gotten it out of your head since. The back of your neck prickles.

“Missed your voice, bonnie.”

You yelp as big, rough hands scoop you from the ground. Strong fingers grip your thigh, a wide palm supports your ribs, tugging you close to a thick, muscular body. The rough fabric of tac gear sands against the exposed skin of your stomach. You flail until your arms loop around broad shoulders, a chuckle rumbling into the hollow of your throat.

“Missed that noise specifically.”

You gasp air for another shout, but get jostled up into a fireman’s carry, wind knocked out of you. There will be no screaming for your distant neighbors this time.

“Put me down,” you wheeze instead.

“In a mo’, love.”

You grunt indignantly as the ground blurs beneath you, tools left behind as powerful legs tread the path back to your little house. Spend the disconcertingly short journey thinking of new things to call him, since you’ve been running out.

There’s a heavy wooden thump.

“Don’t kick my door!” you screech.

“I’ll fix the damn door,” he growls back.

Your head spins as you’re dropped to your bare feet on the wood floors, just inside the back door. Steady yourself on corded forearms to catch your bearings, then open your mouth to give him a dressing down he hasn’t had since recruit days.

But a hot, wet tongue slides against yours, curling expertly into your mouth. Dry, warm lips pressing hard. That same arm curls around your chest to gather you close; the breadth of him steals your coherence as much his kiss. Your venomous words are superseded by a soft noise, one that you’ll deny is the admission of pleasure he takes it as.

When he pulls away, you find your fingers curled in the muted green of his shirt, knuckles pressed against his beating heart. Its pace matches yours.

You flutter your eyes open, find summer blue gazing back. Softer than the grass you just knelt in, warmer than the sun in your hair. You swallow back surrender, blink away admissions.

“I was in the middle of something, you bastard,” you snap.

John MacTavish grins back, crooked and arrogant, the scar beneath his eye pulling. “It’ll keep.”

“Then so will dinner.”

His eyes light up. You curse as you realize your mistake.

“You gonnae cook f’me, love?”

“No.” You back away, but it’s like trying to outrun the wind. He manages to make your deliberate retreat feel like a choice he’s making, hedging you deeper into the house. Back, back, unerringly corralling you towards the bedroom. You know it, but you’re helpless to stop it.

“S’alright, you’ve been cookin’ enough, I reckon,” he drawls. “Don’t mind makin’ somethin’ fer you.”

If by “cooking” he means cobbled together snacks that level out to something like nutritional balance, then yeah. You’ve been cooking for yourself.

“Not enough ingredients for two,” you snark, eyes sliding away in a show of dismissal. “You’ll have to starve.”

He smirks, balancing you with hands on your waist when you bump the bedroom door ajar. Your stomach clenches up like you’re on a rollercoaster. Know what’s coming next but dig your heels in anyway.

“Nah, just gonnae eat now.”

Your mouth drops open just as he pounces, squealing as your back hits the mattress. The ceiling is decorated in fairy lights you forgot to turn off this morning. They twinkle brightly as John wrestles your dirty cotton “work” shorts off your thighs, leaves them hanging off one calf.

“Goddamit!” you shout as he tears through yet another pair of underwear. Nothing special, mind, but it’s the principle of the thing. They’re not his to rip.

“Gotcha more ‘fore I came home.”

That doesn’t make it better, you try to tell him. What comes out is a warbling moan as he buries his tongue in your pussy. Licks from your shamefully leaking hole to your already-throbbing clit. He grunts in reply, deep and rough in his wide chest. Drops himself onto the floor for better access, pulling your thighs over his shoulders.

Eats you out like this really is his first and last meal. Sloppy and wet and loud, audible over the sounds you try to stifle behind your forearm because your hands are still dirty. Get away with it for all of a minute (being generous) before he’s pulling back just enough to speak – even if it’s right into your cunt.

“No, no, no, we have a deal,” he growls. You whimper as his hands clamp down on your squirming hips. “I’m home now, you’re mine. This pussy, those noises, they’re all mine again.”

Your hands fly to his hair as he dives in again, tangling in dark, course strands as he laps at you like a dog. If you could rally the brain power to speak more than unintelligible sounds, you’d mock him with that imagery. But knowing him, he’d revel in the comparison. Would bark just to prove a point.

You can’t stand that you know him.

“That’s it,” he rasps. “My goddess.”

You arch as he sucks your clit, flicking the tip of his tongue over the bundle of the nerves. Thumbs massaging into the plush of you. Stubble prickling a bit; you’ll have to remember to tell him off for that later.

“Missed me too,” he continues, flat of his tongue licking a long stripe up your slit. Strings of your slick web between his mouth and your pussy. “Dripping like you missed me, anyway.”

“D-didn’t,” you whine.

He chuckles, the absolute devil, humming as he curls his tongue inside you. Doesn’t believe you, doesn’t even deign to challenge it. Just keeps fucking you on his mouth, groaning when your twitchy fingers tug at his hair. Doubles his efforts, any semblance of restraint crumbling as the time and distance overwhelm his usually infallible patience. Overwhelm you too.

It’s been so long – since the night before he last left. You’re oversensitive and touch-starved and John is a feast for your body and soul. Lose everything to the tides of lust, the current of ecstasy. Washed out to a sea of bliss, floating on awful need. Tilt your hips into the next swipe of his tongue, back arching, thighs tightening as you shudder.

“John,” you keen, “John, Johnny.”

He makes a gutted noise. One hand jerking from your hip to slide two thick fingers into you. Tears gather and rebel down your cheeks as he zeroes in on that sweet, achy spot inside of you. He is a man for whom mercy is scarce and he has none to spare for you, stroking and tapping relentlessly. Your peak rushes up frighteningly fast, voice lost in the shock of it as you clamp down.

He works you through it, savoring your orgasm like the first inhale of smoke in his lungs. Keeps licking and rubbing until your sobbing with overstimulation, trying to scramble away.

“No, John,” you warble, “t-too much, please!”

The sound when he pulls away is utterly obscene. If you had any room in your empty brain for embarrassment, you’d wish for the mattress to swallow you whole. You flutter your eyes open and stare blankly at the fairy lights as you struggle to breathe.

John’s kissing your trembling thighs like he didn’t just ruin everything all over again, whispering devotion into your beard burn.

When you manage to sit up a bit on shaking arms, you find him kneeling there. A supplicant to the alter of your pleasure. Ruthlessly handsome, war-torn. His chin glistens with your slick. You reach to wipe it away, but he catches your wrist in a deceptively gentle hand. Keeps his blown-out eyes on yours as he presses a slow kiss into the center of your palm.

Words bubble in your chest, too honest, even for you.

“My hands are dirty,” you whisper.

“Never.”

You curl your fingers around his jaw. Tell yourself it’s not a caress, no matter how he leans into it. “When did you get back?”

“Eighteen hours.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. Gather your scattered wits. “You wore your damn boots in the house.”

He huffs with amusement, leans his forehead into your stomach. “I’ll mop.”

“You’ll shower first. You smell like travel.”

“You’re coming with me.”

“I have to finish in the garden.”

He scowls even with his eyes closed. You tap-tap-tap absently at his shoulder, where your hand has naturally come to rest.

“I’ll come out with you,” he grumbles.

“You’ll scare the birds.”

“Fuck the birds.”

You tsk, but there’s no force on earth that will keep him inside. “Mean bastard.”

He grins against your stomach. “Darling wife.”

#cod #my writing #fanfiction #reader fic #hades john mactavish #captain john mactavish #persephone reader #hades and persephone #hades/persephone au #sort of #fields of elation fic

[littlexscarletxwitch]

Hi I would like to request Florence Pugh X reader where reader is Florence's brothers best friend and is secretly sneaking around with her. They fall in love and then someone catches them making out or something. Toby finds out about them and he's pissed at reader but she tells him how much she loves Flo and they end up together. Happy ending pleaseee

Love your work <3

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲

paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): best friend's sister trope, fluff with a tiny bit of angst, secret relationship, toby and r are besties, raffie is just there for the drama lol

warning(s): allusion of sex, lying, grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 2.0k

note: YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS TROPE (like ASKJSHDKSKERJAKJDLADJ). Thank you for this request, you lovely person, I hope you like it! I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you all enjoy. Lots of love, M <3

requests are open! + check my rules + masterlist <3

You were currently laying on her chest, listening to her steady heartbeat, as she traced small circles on your naked back. 

"This is nice," you hummed. Eyes closed, enjoying every second of it. 

"Yes, it is," Florence agreed, smiling to herself as she watched you drifting off to sleep. 

But suddenly a loud knocking, startled the both of you, breaking the bubble the two of you were wrapped in. 

"Hey, Flossie. Have you seen my yellow shirt? The one that Arabella got me," Toby said as he opened the door, your heart skipping a beat at the realisation: your best friend was about to walk in to you and Florence, his sister. "I can't find it—." 

Florence's hand was fast enough to cover up your mouth before a sound came out of it. 

"Toby, no! I'm naked!" Florence yelled, which was true. But she was more concerned about Toby finding you there, in her room, more than seeing her naked. 

Actually, it was a double concern since you were also naked and laying next to her. With just one look at the two of you, Toby would figure out everything the both of you had tried really hard to hide from him these past 3 months. 

"Oh, Jesus," said Toby, quickly covering his eyes, luckily without noticing you were also there. "I'm sorry, but have you seen it?" he tried again. 

"Get out of here!" 

"Alright, fine," his eyes were covered, but you were pretty sure he had just rolled his eyes at his sister. "Just let me know if you see it," he said before closing the door. 

The two of you stayed in silence for a few minutes, waiting for him to be really gone. The breath you had been holding finally escaped past your lips once you didn't hear Toby's footsteps anymore. 

“Is he gone?” you asked in a whisper. 

“I think he is gone.”

“I don’t hear him anymore.”

“Yeah, I think we are good.”

“You think so?”

“I think so.”

Once the two of you were sure Toby was long gone, you felt your body finally relaxed into Florence’s arms. 

“That was a close one,” she whispered, afraid that Toby would hear the both of you somehow.

“Yeah, I think we should tell him,” you turned to her. “Don’t you think?”

“I, um, I don’t know, Y/n. It’s kinda complicated,” she said, scratching the back of her neck.

“I know, but he’s only going to get angrier if we let more time pass by.”

“I just I don’t think we should tell him if we aren’t really sure that this is not just us hooking up, you know?” she regretted ever saying that as soon as the last word left her lips.

“You think we are just hooking up?” disbelief filled your tone. 

“No, that’s not what I meant. I just—.”

“Jesus, Florence!” you scoffed.  “You could have told me that I was just your ‘fuck buddy’,” you said getting up from the bed and putting your clothes on. 

“No, Y/n! I swear I didn’t mean it like that,” she said, standing up and putting on an oversized t-shirt as quickly as she could. “I just– I don’t know how you feel about me, about us,” she gestured to the two of you, desperate to explain herself before you walk out the door. “I just got insecure and over-thought things for a second. Just let me rephrase it, okay?” she said, reaching out for you.

You just let her take your hand, leading the both of you to sit on the unmade bed, and you waited in silence for her explanation.

She took a deep breath and finally let out the words she had been holding back these past months: “I really like you, okay?” she chuckled, but there was no trace of fun. “No, that’s not it. I think I might be in love with you,” she confessed her heart out to you.

“Really?” 

“Yes, really!” a thin smile formed on her perfect soft lips. “I didn't want to tell Toby because I thought that if he were to find out about this… about us, then you wouldn’t want to be with me anymore. I didn’t want to lose you,” she licked her lips. “I don’t want to lose you.”

Your lips opened and closed, unsure of what to say next, but wanting nothing else but to comfort her.

“I think I might be in love with you too,” you said once you found the words, biting your bottom lip, in a failed attempt to stop you from smiling. 

“You think?” she asked hopefully.

“Oh, no. I don't think so. I am sure of it,” you giggled, a soft red hue creeping over your cheeks. “I've had the biggest crush on you for years now. So yeah… there's that,” you looked down at your feet, unable to meet her eyes.

It took Florence a full second to jump on top of you, causing the both of you to fall on the mattress. She, somehow, wrapped her arms around your body, holding you tightly against her and started to leave soft wet kisses all over your face.

“Okay then, we tell him alright?” she said once she was done kissing you.

You nodded, a smile forming on your lips, “We tell him,” you said before taking her lips in between yours.

[...]

The both of you lied, unintentionally that is. Too caught up in your own little world, neither of you realised that two weeks had passed since your agreement and Toby was still clueless about you, his best friend, dating his sister. But lies have short legs.

“You’re so pretty,” you mumbled on Florence's lips in between kisses. 

“You're prettier,”  she whispered. 

“Flo, anyone could walk in any second,” but still your lips wouldn’t dare to leave hers.

“Just five more minutes,” she said, as her hand slipped under your shirt. 

Your back arched like a cat against the couch. It was comfortable really, the two of you, pretty much dry humping, on the tiny couch. But she somehow made it work, all because she wanted some time along for the two of you. 

“So this is what you two are up to,” you heard someone say. 

“Shit.”

“Fuck.”

“I knew it,” Raffie smiled to herself. “I fucking knew it!” She was now clapping and laughing, as if she had been told the funniest joke ever.

“Raffie, not too loud,” you said, trying to keep her quiet. 

“Shut it!” Florence said, annoyed at her little sister.

“Raffie?” but it was too late. “What are you laughing at?” you heard Toby said before walking into the living room. You watched his smile drop once he had a full picture of the three of you. 

“Toby, I…” you tried, but the words wouldn’t come out. 

“Why are you on top of her?” he asked Florence. Toby knew the reason why, but he had to ask. “Y/n, why is my sister on top of you?”

“Tobes, I swear it’s not that big of a deal, okay?” Florence jumped in. 

“My sister and my best friend…” you prepared yourself for the worst. “...had been lying to me,” and then you realised that nothing could have prepared you for that. Because Toby didn’t look angry, or resentful, or furious. He looked hurt, disappointed, confused and heartbroken.

“Toby, please just—,” his sister tried to speak.

“I don’t care that you two have been fucking around, that’s your bussines,” he said bitterly. “I care that you two lied, and only God knows for how long,” he muttered, storming off. 

“Oh, shit,” Raffie couldn’t help herself, getting a glare from her sister. “Right, sorry.”

“No, fuck that,” you run after him. “Toby! Toby, wait up.”

“Y/n, wait” Florence said, now running after the two of you. 

“Okay, I won’t miss this,” Raffie said, quickly following her sister.

“Just hear me out, okay?” you said, once you got ahead of him, making it impossible for him to leave. Actually, he could leave if he wanted to, he was stronger than you, all the times the two of you would play ‘fight’ when kids had proven it to you. But he stayed. 

“Okay,” you said, swallowing the lump that had formed on your throat. “Remember all the teasing, the jokes, the comments about me liking Florence?” you waited for him to answer but he only nodded. “Well, it was all true, Tobes. I really like her, I have for a while now,” you smiled. “No, fuck that, I love her, okay?”

Florence felt her tummy sink, she had to get used to hearing you say that you loved her. 

“Yes!” Raffie cheered to herself. 

“I didn’t tell you about us, because I didn’t want you to be upset. But now I realise that lying to you was a shitty thing to do. 

“Really shitty,” he nodded. 

“I’m really sorry that I lied to you. You are my best friend, I shouldn't be keeping secrets from you. I don’t want to lose you, Tobes,” you huffed, tears burning your eyes. “I really am sorry.”

After what felt like an eternity of silence, he spoke up. “You won’t lose me, Y/n,” he breathed out. “I get it, you like her,” he huffed. “Of all the people you could have had, you chose her,” he said, rolling his eyes, but there was a tint of mischief in his voice. 

“Hey! I’m here,” Florence pretended to sound hurt, but she was glad Toby was giving in.

He glared at her, before counting. “Still, it doesn't make up for the lying.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Just promise me you won’t lie to me ever again, okay?”

“I won’t, I promise,” you quickly nodded. “I pinky promise,” you said, raising your finger.

He looked down at your finger while a smile was forming on his lips, he remembered the first the two of you made that kind of promise: he was 6 and you were about 5, at first he had laughed at you; but then he realised how much it meant to you, and then he understood that you would always keep to your promises. It became your thing. The small gesture warmed his heart because he knew that this time it wouldn’t be any different than before. 

He looked back up at you, and after he playfully rolled his eyes at you, he hooked his finger with yours. Once the pact was sealed, you wrapped your arms around him, holding him tightly against your body. 

“I love you, Tobes. I’m really sorry that I lied to you,” you whispered into his shirt. 

“Love you too, Y/n,” he said, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Now, get out of here,” he said, carefully pushing you away and toward Florence. “I need a drink, you guys want a drink?” he said, making his way inside the house, not really expecting an answer. 

“Well…” Florence said, wrapping her arms around your waist, as you placed yours on her shoulders. “That wasn’t as bad as it could have been,” she chuckled. 

“Yeah, I guess so,” you smiled at her before connecting your lips to hers, but stopped once you heard some clearing their throat. 

The both of you looked at the source of the noise, “Too soon?” Florence joked. 

“Oh, shit, sorry,” you quickly mumbled. 

“No, it’s okay. I will have to get used to this eventually,” Toby said, gesturing to the two of you. Before taking his final step inside the house, he looked at you with a stern look. “She’s my sister, if you hurt her I’ll deal with you” he then looked at Florence. “She’s my best friend, same thing goes for you.”

You, kind of, expected that ultimate at some point, but not for Florence to receive the same one.

“What?” he said as he realised how confused the two of you looked. “I care about the two of you, okay? Don’t fuck it up,” he, sarcastically, smiled and finally left your sight. 

“Well, that was… interesting. But now it’s over so I’m bored again,” Raffie said. “You guys want to watch a movie?”

The both of you looked at her and burst into laughter, relief washing over the two of you.

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

-M

#florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #florence pugh x fem reader #florence pugh x you #florence pugh x y/n #florence pugh imagine #best friend's sister trope ft toby lol #littlexscarletxwitch's fic #requests by lovely anons ‘๑’

[togrowoldinv]

Hot Ones with Flo

Florence Pugh x Reader

You accompany Florence at her Hot Ones interview

Note: Florence was just so cute in this interview I had to do this ☺️ It’s short and sweet fluff! I used a funny pic because she was killing me with her reactions. Enjoy!

Florence Pugh Masterlist, Main Masterlist

When Florence found out that she was going to be doing a Hot Ones interview, she was so excited. She called you from work and you cheered along with her.

Naturally, she asked you to go to the studio with her and today you’re here to see her do the interview.

Before it even starts, she’s laughing and cutting up with the interviewer as well as the camera crew. She truly lights up every set she’s on. Even this one.

They tell her she’s got a few more minutes before they roll the cameras, so she sneaks over to see you.

“Hey darling,” she greets you.

“Are you ready?” You ask her, pulling her close.

“I am fully prepared to be sweaty and hot, but yes,” Florence replies. “Are you sure you don’t want to try it?”

You shoot her a look and she chuckles.

“Okay okay, just me since you’re a baby,” she teases.

“We’ll see who the baby is when you’re done eating those.”

The crew tells Florence and it’s time. She leaves you with a quick kiss.

You watch as she takes on the first few wings without much trouble. She even makes up menus for the sauce and you can’t help but laugh.

Florence raises her hand to keep that one clean. You snap a picture because it’s just hilarious how she won’t put it down.

“It’s like eating battery acid,” she says as one finally gets to her. She hits the table and coughs.

She spares you a glance and you give her an encouraging double thumbs up. A single tear rolls down her cheek, but she chuckles through it all.

Florence keeps going strong and her attention is taken away by her making the tea. You laugh at her explaining the teabag debacle.

“Bums up!” Flo yells before she’s suddenly complaining about how the hot tea makes her tongue burn worse.

But she bounces back quickly and explains how she had a great time. They call cut and you walk towards her.

“You did great, babe!” You say. She’s grabbing a beer from behind the tables.

“I’m dying,” she says dramatically.

“You’re not dying,” you tell her.

Flo gasps dramatically. She comically points to the sweat on her face and sticks her tongue out at you.

“If I’m not dying, then you’ll kiss me then?”

“Oh- the hot sauce is probably still on your lips, so-“

Florence smiles mischievously and leans closer to your lips. She stops before her lips touch yours.

“You’re lucky that I love you enough to spare you from this,” Florence says quietly so only you two can hear it.

“I love you too, Flossie,” you say.

She quickly moves her lips to your cheek and kisses you gently.

Florence takes your hand and you two enjoy her cool down quickly before you’re off to her next interview.

You love your chatty, food loving girl.

#florence pugh x reader #florence pugh #i love you flo #florence pugh fluff #florence pugh comfort #hot ones #baby girl was struggling #but still so cute

[heartbrkr]

have you noticed already?

SUMMARY The violet sky is a witness of the lingering touches you and Eric share.

PAIRING eric sohn x gender neutral!reader

GENRE idiots in love, mutual pining, fluff

WORD COUNT 542

AUTHOR’S NOTE wooo first eric fic inspired by yukika's cherries jubiles!

“You’re cute.”

He looks at you bewilderedly with his eyes and mouth wide open, as if you had told him the most absurd thing ever. “Say that one more time?” He asks. The tips of Eric’s ears adorn a red tint; he heard you, though uncertain if it was just his imagination.

You chuckle, lips laced with mischief. “Don’t worry about it.”

But he does the opposite, throwing a halfhearted tantrum. “I wanna know! Tell me how you feel.”

You’ve long looked away from his face, distracting yourself with the flossy amethyst-tinged clouds. You watch the shapes slowly form and deform. Avoiding his demand, you reply, “The sky is pretty.”

While you do want to admire the late afternoon scenery a little longer, you feel your eyes drooping. The sky won’t disappear when you listen to your body, anyway.

You hum contentedly, closing your eyes and lying down fully from your sitting position on Eric’s picnic blanket. He brought one for back-up because he knew you’d forget to pack yours. You can feel the grassy earth beneath you and the breeze dancing on your face.

Eric takes this as an opportunity to study your paced breathing. Though, he blushes and quickly snaps his head the other way when he realizes he looks like a pervert, initially watching your chest rise and fall innocently.

Another few beats pass. You notice he doesn’t follow suit, so you peep open an eye to peek at him. He’s admiring the sky just as you were moments ago. The gentle lavender from above reflects on the boy beside you; it’s a pretty color on him.

From how his naturally curly hair catches wind to how his current shirt fits him very well rather than the oversized tees he usually wears, you think everything about him is perfect. I just need more time, you tell yourself as you and he relish the moment.

In a brave attempt to get his attention, you reach out to put your hand over his. He turns his head towards you first, still distracted by the view, before actually meeting your eyes. When he tilts his head in question, you can’t help but think he resembles a puppy.

“Lie with me.” You murmur, but you don’t let him reply, instead pulling him down towards you. Fortunately for the both of you, he stumbles but doesn’t fully topple over you. It would’ve been a flustering situation that’d bring the both of you back to square one of wanting to confess, relieving yourselves of your already pent up feelings.

His reflexes are fast enough to think of landing to your right instead of hovering over you. Not right now, he mentally begs to the void.

There’s a collective sigh. Eric finally settles on your shoulder, but your heart is still racing. His clean cologne scent, the smell of his shampoo, the linger of his laundry detergent; they overwhelmingly fill your senses. You can’t calm down with the feeling of your sweat running cold, nervous that he’ll find out you like him if he gets any closer.

For now, the violet haze that engulfs you both speaks as loud as your heartbeats.

(And yes, Eric purposefully wore a shirt that was tighter on him than usual.)

#the boyz #tbz #eric x reader #eric tbz x reader #eric sohn x reader #eric imagine #eric sohn imagine #eric sohn imagines #eric sohn drabble #tbz x reader #tbz imagine #the boyz imagine #eric sohn x you #eric sohn x y/n #eric x you #eric x y/n #the boyz x reader

[feriafaz]

What are your headcanons on PJM characters?

Honestly u didn't specify so

Gekko : Bros forever going to be short, and he also loves trolls

Catboy: He likes men and is a Sephora 10 year old

Owlette: has a flossy flash shrine in her closet

Newton: says "erm actually" and does the glasses thing

Anyu: Cries herself to sleep

Lilyfay: can't spell for shit, and she likes rollercoasters

Bastet: fucking loves those cat trees & meows a lot to the point she gets called a furry

Pharaoh Boy: calls Bastet a furry and likes to do makeup

Armadylan: throws a tantrum whenever he gets told no

Romeo: His hair is still slightly pink from the one shorts ep when it turned punk

Night Ninja: fucking loves the joker and makes to many references

Wolfy Kids: they watch Coco melon religiously

Luna Girl: watches monster high and crushes on Claudine

Carly: has a mlp g4 + g5 obsession

Cartoka: loves lightning McQueen in an unhealthy way

Orticia: yells at vegans

Munki Gu: he doesn't shower

PJ robot: the mom of the group

Gloop the Third: will bring up your trauma if he doesn't get his way

Motsuki: rob's toy stores

Glooplets & Ninjalinos: they are the reason prison exists

Octobella: she bullies the hell out of Percival and toddlers on Roblox

Pirate Robot: told Romeo to "Jump off the deck and break his neck"

Icecub: for some reason loves to sniff everything at bath & body works

#pj masks #headcanon

[tristikovart]

STOP Right There, Terrible Driver! No one violates the traffic laws on Officer Flossy's watch... Especially YOU, Dingo Dog!

If you're familiar with my art then you're no-doubt aware that I very seldom draw species that aren't some permutation of avian or equine...

This is what happens when you enjoy drawing sexy anthro characters (frequently in uniform) and are then forced by your toddler to read Cars and Trucks and Things That Go 50,000 hours a day for months on end. I enjoyed the book a lot as a kid myself, but hadn't given it much thought again until recently... I guess I can't resist an excuse to draw uniforms and pleated skirts!

Officer Flossy is © Richard Scarry (or perhaps more accurately, his estate) ...Though obviously I've deviated a bit from her canonical stature.

Also just think about this for a second... Flossy chases a criminal joyriding in a sports car, over SIXTY PAGES of different driving environments, obstacles, and situations, on her BICYCLE, and OUT-LASTS his CAR. Can you imagine how much endurance that takes?? She must have some epic Chun-Li thighs from all that pedaling too!

#anthro #fox #pinup #traffic cop #policewoman #fanart #golden books plz no C&D

[pewpewpugh]

My Roommates Sister: part 2

Me again. I hope you enjoy part 2 as much as I enjoyed writing it! I think I'll be posting a chapter a week depending on my schedule :)

Arabella had fallen asleep in the taxi, and had refused to wake up when we arrived, resulting in Florence and I attempting to get her to bed safely. The whole time we were both holding in our laughter, trying to be quiet so that we didn't wake the neighbours as we dragged her drunk ass across the complex to our apartment. It took a while, but eventually we were able to get her into her room, where she collapsed on the bed, and didn't move another muscle.

"Wow, her head is going to hurt tomorrow" she chuckled, putting a blanket over her sister.

We headed into the living room, both of us collapsing on the sofa. I grabbed the TV remote and opened Netflix, searching for something easy to watch. I settled on Friends, which Florence seemed content with as she sang along to the theme song quietly, so quietly she probably didn't even realise she was doing it.

"You have a nice voice" I complimented, turning my head to look at her reaction.

"Shit, sorry. I didn't even realise I was singing along"

"It's fine, honestly. I wasn't kidding, you do have a nice voice"

She grinned at me before she pulled an expression, the exact same expression I've seen her sister pull a million times, and it is usually followed by a question.

"What are you thinking?"

"How did you know I was thinking anything?!"

"You and Bella pull the same expression" I smirked, "What are you thinking"

"Pizza" she paused, before nodding, "can we please have pizza?"

"Oh, that I can do!" I ran into the kitchen to grab the menus, throwing them at Florence as I came back in to the room. "Take your pick, Flossie"

"I'm going to regret telling you that nickname, aren't I?"

"Just pick a pizza so we can eat"

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She was laughing at me. She was actually laughing at me. It was 4:30am, the pizza was consumed, and we'd somehow gotten on to the conversation of embarrassing moments, and I happened to tell her about the time I fell over, bambi style, right in front of an ex. She thought it was hilarious, and looking back on it now, it probably is, but damn.

"Okay, I have a good story" She claimed, smirking at me, "I was trying to impress this... hm, okay hang on" she paused, looking worried all of a sudden, "For the sake of the story I just need to clear the air and let you know that, well, I don't know if Bella mentioned..." Florence paused for a moment, staring at me while she processed her thoughts, "I'm queer".

"Funnily enough, she hadn't, but so am I" I chuckled, not expecting those words to come out of her mouth. Like, it had crossed my mind that she might be (more like I hoped she would be) but I didn't think it would actually come up in conversation, especially this early into us meeting. However, having it confirmed made me feel a little more hopeful about the teeny, tiny crush I could feel myself developing for her, "but carry on"

I wish I had a camera in that moment because Florence's face was a picture. It was something I wanted to remember forever, honestly. She looked like a deer caught in headlights. A really cute deer.

"Okay so, hm..." Florence chuckled at the memory, "I was trying to impress this girl that was a couple of years older than me at school, and so I joined the chess club..." By the end of the story, I was in stitches. I was laughing so hard at Florence's misfortune, that I had tears streaming down my face.

"Oh, you poor thing" I said between laughter.

"Shut up" she grinned at me, "Your story wasn't any better"

She wasn't wrong, honestly. I shrugged, letting her know that I agreed with her comment, and we settled in to a comfortable silence. Friends was still playing on the television, and I was in to the episode, just like I always am. There's something about the show that hooks me. And even though I was into the show, I was very much aware of the girl beside me. I was aware of my heartbeat and how it raced when she said anything. I was aware of how my heart skipped when she giggled. And I was VERY aware of how every time she looked over at me, I thought my heart was going to jump out of my throat. I'll admit it, I liked her. That scared me. It scared me more than anything else on this earth, because feelings always lead me to heartbreak, and I can't go through that again.

Florence yawned beside me, and as I looked at her I could see her eyes drooping from the need to sleep. I turned the tv off, stood from the settee and grabbed her hand, pulling her up.

"You, Uh. You can sleep in my bed" I said softly, looking her in the eye and feeling the heat rise to my cheeks, "I'll sleep on the sofa tonight"

Slowly Florence shook her head no, and pulled me out of the living room and down the corridor. We paused outside of my room.

"We can stay in the same bed, right? That's okay. Between friends. Friends share beds all the time" I heard her say. My heart sank at the word 'friend' but she was right, friends do share beds all the time. I nodded okay, and followed her in to my room. I gave her a shirt and some shorts to sleep in, and threw the packet of makeup wipes in her direction. We got ready for bed in silence, but it wasn't awkward. It was nice.

The next morning I woke up remembering the events of the night before. The alcohol, the party, the girl. I opened my eyes to be blessed with the sight of Florence asleep in front of me. God, she was beautiful. I closed my eyes for a few minutes, just encouraging myself to wake up a little before I got out of bed, and when I opened my eyes again, Florence was already looking at me. She gave me a small smile, which radiated with shyness but indicating that she'd just woken up herself, before rolling on to her back.

"Morning" she mumbled, throwing her arm over her eyes and resting it there. I didn't respond with words. I just made a sound. Florence giggled and the room was silent again.

I heard movement in the apartment, indicating that Arabella was now awake. I wonder how she's feeling right now. Let's face it, she was OUT of it yesterday, it was amazing to see. I sat up slowly and untangled my legs from the quilt, before heading into the living room, leaving Florence in bed.

"Morning" I said softly, being mindful of Bella's hangover, "how are you feeling?"

"Did you hit me with your car last night?" she asked from the sofa, "because it feels like someone did"

Before I could respond, I heard movement from my bedroom, and a few moments later Florence appeared at my side.

"Morning sis"

"Flo, what the fuck" my roommate mumbled, frowning at the two of us, "full offence but what are you doing here?" Florence rolled her eyes at the comment and headed over to sit with her sister. I noticed she'd gotten changed into her jeans, but had thrown on the burgundy sweater I'd left hung up on my wardrobe door.

"Nice sweater" I said quietly for only Florence to hear as she passed me. She grinned, grabbing my hand and giving it a squeeze. Okay she's cute. I can handle cute. I can handle this tiny crush I have on her, that's easy. So easy. Yep. It'd be a lot easier if she didn't look cute as hell in my sweater though.

"Someone" Flo smirked, "not naming any names but it begins with A and ends in Ela, got so drunk last night that her housemate couldn't carry her. I lent a helping hand and then just crashed here for the night"

Arabella groaned, "I'm never drinking again"

"Until next time" I commented, throwing myself on to the sofa chair, "I'm going to order breakfast, what is everyone having?"

We ate. We whined about how hungover we were. We mocked Arabella who didn't appreciate being ganged up on. It was a painful but calm morning, and then I decided to jump in the shower. While I was gone, Arabella took it as an opportunity to corner her sister.

————— Florence's point of view —————

"Did you sleep with Soph???" Arabella's head span around so fast I thought she was going to give herself whiplash.

"No!" I defended myself, "I told you I just crashed here!"

My sister scowled at me and I could feel myself getting nervous. Can she tell that I like Soph? My sister knows me better than I know myself, so it really wouldn't surprise me if she already knew how I felt about the tiny ray of sunshine that had just left the room.

"That's her sweater" she pointed out. Oh, fuck.

"I only have my clothes from last night and I am not putting my crop top back on. I'll look like I'm doing the walk of shame leaving this place."

"But are you?" Arabella asked again but kinder, like she was just looking for gossip now and not an argument.

I shrugged. I mean, I wasn't doing the walk of shame technically.  But I would be leaving with one thing I didn't have yesterday, and that was feelings for a girl I'd just met. Arabella squealed in my ear, "you like her!" I gave her a real smile in response this time. There was no point in denying it. I did like her. I wanted to get to know her more, take her on dates, hold her hand in public. I'd not even known the girl 24 hours and I was already going down a road I promised myself I wouldn't go down again.

"Uh yeah... about that" I said quietly as I heard the shower turn off in the bathroom, "I was kind of, maybe... hoping that, if it's okay with you, that I ask Soph out on a date?"

"Flossie, babe... you don't have to ask me for permission"

"I just don't want to make things awkward around here for you" I confessed.

My sister took my hand and squeezed it softly. "Let yourself feel. You've not let yourself feel for so long... it's okay" I didn't know how to respond, she was right, I'd shut myself off from feelings and relationships for so long, I was struggling with how to cope with a potential new one, but she carried on speaking, "In all honesty, when I found out that Soph was gay, my first thought was to try and set you two up... I just had a feeling."

"Had a feeling about what?" I heard Soph ask as she walked into the living room in jogging bottoms and a tank top. Wow. She's cute. Really cute. So cute in fact that I could feel the feelings I had for her doubling just by looking at her. I was screwed, wasn't I?

"Uhhhh" i panicked. It was now or never I guess. I stood from the sofa and walked towards Sophie. As I stood directly in front of her, I took both of her hands in mine and entwined my fingers with hers. I noticed as she looked down at our hands momentarily, before glancing at my face, "I was actually just asking my sister whether it was okay to ask you out on a date... on Friday... with me..."

I paused. She paused. I thought I'd fucked up and was about to pull away when she responded.

"I'd love to"

#florence pugh x reader #florence x reader #florence pugh x you #florence pugh x y/n #florence pugh imagine

[iannicellis]

Hi all! I'm so thrilled to be able to bring you my first writing update. I so though this would have happened already, but trying to get any writing done during this semester has been like fighting in the trenches.

Anyway, I haven't been able to work on any of my long form wips, but I have been able to complete the first draft of a short story that will be the first in a science fiction collection. Let's talk about it!

This short story is called MY LUNGS REMEMBER AIR. Logline below:

A young girl reaches a breaking point when denied the opportunity to grieve for her deceased sister.

I wrote this story over the course of about three days for the science fiction and fantasy workshop I'm taking this semester. Getting it down on paper-- especially the second half-- was a little like pulling teeth, but it's amazing what a deadline will do for you lol.

I am very much still warming up my science fiction muscles, as it is a new genre for me (at least when it comes to writing, not so much reading), but I really felt like I started coming into my own voice for the genre with this piece. As the logline suggests, it deals with themes of grief and sisterhood, as well as autonomy and ethics (of resurrecting your daughter as an android and pretending she never died). The first two, you will find if you keep following me here, are things that I cannot stop exploring in my writing. So! I clung to the familiar territory of grief and sisterhood to navigate the waters of this new genre, and I think it went well???

My goals were twofold: I wanted to convey an off-putting vibe, and I wanted my protagonist's grief to be palpable and relatable. Based on the feedback I've gotten on this story thus far, I definitely succeeded in the first of these, but on edits I'm aiming to delve even deeper into my protagonist's grief.

I learned in writing this that sci-fi fucks actually and I had a great time. Very much looking forward to writing more short stories for this collecting that's slowly slowly starting to come together in my head.

MY LUNGS REMEMBER AIR excerpts below!

One year comes and goes without recognition. What is there to recognize, when, according to her parents, Monterey is at the dinner table every night, watching the television with dad before bed, cracking jokes with mom as they get ready for Saturday morning yoga? She wears Monterey's laugh like an ill-fitting coat. Daytona passes the day in the darkness of Quay's bedroom, demolishing a handle of whiskey between herself and Quay and Flossie. She lays her clammy head on Quay's lap and watches the two of them play video games until she sees stars behind her eyelids when she blinks. When she vomits in Quay's bathroom later that night, he rubs her back and Flossie holds up her hair and the desert heave of her sob is swallowed by the sound of the toilet flushing.

In the quiet midnight hours one night, after waking up from the routine sleepwalking, Daytona shuffles into the kitchen and cuts an apple in the darkness. She slots a slice into her mouth, and the crunch of teeth on fruit flesh is the loudest thing in the neighborhood. She runs the knife under a thin stream of sink water to rid it of the juice, and rubs slow, contemplating circles on the metal with a rag to dry it off. Moonlight shines on the blade, pulsing like a heartbeat.  It might kill her, Daytona thinks. If she plunges it in just the right place, the not-sister might stop talking with Monterey’s voice, and laughing with Monterey’s laugh, and looking at her with Monterey’s eyes. They could bury the not-girl in her sister’s place and finally, finally let free the relief and rot of grief. 

#writeblr #my writing #writing update #my writing update #my lungs remember air #sci-fi short story collection #wip #science fiction

[littlexscarletxwitch]

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴

paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): nsfw, soft smut, kinda kinky, morning sex, kinda subby!flo, more like a pleaser

warning(s): MDNI, +18 ONLY read at your own risk, explicit smut, wlw sex, a bit of somnophilia (if you squint your eyes), vaginal fingering (r receiving), oral sex (r receiving), grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 0.9k

request: this was requested by the lovely 💦🍯 anon, sorry it took me so long to get this one done. I hope you like it, sorry it's kinda short.

note: I'm so happy with this one, I wanted to keep it cute and short and lovely and I'm so happy with the results. I hope you guys like it as much as I do. I'm not an native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Love you all! <3

requests are open! + check my rules here + masterlist <3

The sunlight slipping through the curtains is what finally made her open up her eyes.

It was Sunday morning, Florence looked at her watch and realised it still was quite early to be up, especially since it was her day off and she planned on sleeping in.

Your soft snoring made her fix her gaze on you. She smiled to herself as she watched you sleep, finding some comfort in the way you breathe in and breathe out. You looked so peaceful, not a single trace of worry in your face.

She thought she should let you sleep a bit more, get some rest from the previous night activities the two of you had shared. She moved closer to your body, seeking both comfort and warmth. As she snuggled up to you, her hand trailed up your almost-naked body. Your unconscious body shivered at her touch and she softly chuckled at your reaction.

She slowly moved her hand further down your abdomen caressing your soft skin. Not getting a reaction out of you, she went to leave soft kisses on your neck and jaw. This time you did move your head, as if wanting to give her more access to your sensitive skin for her to kiss and bite as much as she wanted. Which she gladly accepted.

As her fingertips traced circles in your stomach, her lips were kissing, biting, bruising and sucking your skin. Soft whimpers and groans would come out of your lips from time to time, which only encourage her to keep on tasting you.

But it soon wasn’t enough, just kissing your skin wasn’t enough, she wanted more of you. She gave your jaw one last kiss and started moving her lips further down your body. She took the thin bed sheets covering your body off of you and left kisses and love bites all over your chest, but still wasn’t enough. Her lips brushed your nipples over the bra and she kept on moving south. She trailed a path of kisses down your stomach and finally reached the part of your body she had been desperately in need of.

She placed her fingers over your cover cunt and slowly traced tight circles right above your clit. That was what finally made your eyes open.

“Flossie?” you softly called out in a sleepy state. “What are you doing, baby?”

“Just relax, love. Allow me to make you feel good, alright?”

“Flo, I–,” a moan cut your words as she moved her fingers through your slit.

“You are so wet, Y/n. I can even feel how wet you are through your panties, love. Please, let me take care of you,” she almost begged.

You only nodded at her, your brain still asleep to give her a proper answer.

“Thank you,” she whispered, almost too low for you to hear but it still reached your ears.

She gently took off the cloth covering your cunt, and carefully spread your legs apart. She left kisses all over your inner thighs, a bite here and there, your breath was getting heavier as she did as she pleased. Your core was getting wetter and wetter as she made her way closer to where you so badly needed her.

She gave your cunt a kitten lick and then another, making you squirm and arch your back, pushing your core into her lips. She took the hint and finally went to suck on your clit. Your hand flew to your mouth to stop the loud moan about to escape from your lips as soon as her lips touched your sensitive spot.

She kissed, bit and sucked your cunt, and then gently pushed a finger inside of you.

“Shit,” you whimpered, not being able to hold back as the pleasure was becoming too much for you to handle.

She thrusted her finger in and out of you, at first at a slow pace, wanting to go slow, not wanting you to come right away, wanting you to enjoy the moment. Then she added a second finger, picking up the pace a little bit. You groaned as her fingers stretched you out, your right hand went to her short hair and pulled her even closer to your cunt. She moaned into your core, the vibration sending shivers up your spine, getting you closer to your release.

“Flo, please, I’m so close,” you breathe out.

She wanted to extend the moment, but you sounded so sweet that she couldn't deny you. She started to thrust her fingers in and out of you faster, as she sucked on your clit, whirling it with her tongue. You spread your legs even wider, wanting to give her more access but she was already as close as she could be, nose and mouth buried in your cunt.

And with a loud cry you came undone, repeating her name over and over again. She helped you ride out your high, still sucking and thrusting, getting all your juices, cleaning the mess you had made out of yourself.

“Good morning,” she said once she was done, and went to kiss your lips.

“Good morning to you too,” you chuckled in her mouth.

She laid right beside you, hugging you from your back, snuggling into your neck. You yawned as she wrapped her arms around you.

“You are tired already?” she joked.

“Yeah, I just need a second…” another yawned cut you off and soon your eyes were closed once again.

Florence giggled and decided to actually let you sleep this time, it was still early in the morning, sleeping in wouldn’t hurt anybody. She kissed your cheek and finally drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face.

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

-M

#florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #florence pugh x fem reader #florence pugh x y/n #florence pugh x you #florence pugh smut #florence pugh imagine #littlexscarletxwitch's fic #requests by lovely anons ‘๑’

[togrowoldinv]

A Good Person

Florence Pugh x Reader

You watch your best friend get ready for her movie premiere. Feelings come to light when you least expect it

Note: Florence just looked too good tonight I had to continue my tradition of writing fics about her premieres. Enjoy this one!

Florence Pugh Masterlist, Main Masterlist

Soft music fills the room as you watch Florence’s hair and makeup artists work their magic. You think she’s even more beautiful without all of the fixing up.

You’re definitely in love with her.

“How do I look, darling?” Florence asks you.

“Absolutely perfect,” you reply with no hesitation.

Florence smiles and the artists finish up. Her stylist will be in soon to give her her outfit, but this moment is with just the two of you.

“I wish you could come with me,” Flo says.

“I know,” you say. “But Granzo Pat will be a great red carpet companion.”

Florence chuckles at that. “They should’ve given me two passes and then I could take my best friend too.”

“I’ll still be in the crowd, just not on the carpet,” you say, trying to cheer her up.

“Yay!” She says with her typical cute smile. She brushes her shoulder against yours and nods to the arrangement on the table. “Thank you for the flowers by the way.”

“Of course. Every movie star needs flowers for their big premiere.”

Flo smiles so widely that her cheeks hurt. You always send her flowers for her premieres no matter where in the world she is. No one has ever been as kind to her as you have been.

She leans in closer to you and is only inches from your lips when the door opens. Florence stands up quickly and greets her stylist. They go into the other room for Flo to get dressed. You sit there wondering if maybe you dreamed that that had just happened.

Had Florence wanted to kiss you or was the just caught up in the moment?

About ten minutes pass before Florence emerges from the other room. Her outfit practically makes your jaw hit the floor.

“What do you think?” She asks.

She does a little twirl so you can get the full view of her look.

“You look amazing,” you say. You notice her cheeks flush as you look her up and down. Nothing in you can help the way your eyes are drawn to how her breasts spill out of the side of her top. You’re probably staring a little too long.

Florence’s team tells her it’s time to go to the car and you gather your things.

“We’ll catch up,” Flo tells them and she grabs your hand before you can leave the room.

“What’s up? Are you nervous?” You ask her. Sometimes you have to get her a pep talk before these events.

“No it’s just- that moment we had earlier,” she says.

“Oh, no that was just- well I don’t know but we don’t need to worry about it. You have a premiere to get to,” you say.

She seems to think for a minute before she abruptly pulls you by the hips against her body. Her lips crash into yours. You kiss her back with everything you have.

You break away and laugh at the way her lipstick is smeared. “Sorry about that.” You wipe the corner of her mouth with your thumb.

“I love you,” Florence says. “I’ve loved you since the day I met you.”

“I love you too, Flossie. I love you like I’ve never loved anyone before,” you say.

The two of you kiss again before you’re interrupted by her stylist knocking on the door.

“I really don’t want to go,” Florence says, breathless from kissing you.

“You go on and shine, baby. Call me tonight?”

“How about I come over tonight?” She asks, a mischievous grin on her face.

“Absolutely,” you agree maybe a little too quickly but she does an excited dance and it makes it worth it.

You two leave the hotel room and get in the elevator with the rest of the team.

“What happened to your lipstick, Flo?” Her makeup artist asks.

Florence just giggles and you steal a glance at her. She winks at you and you smile to yourself.

You are so happy that you can finally be with her.

#florence pugh x reader #florence pugh fluff #florence pugh comfort #a good person #florence pugh #i love you flo

[marvelous-harry]

Snapshots from The Grammys 2023

Harry/Florence/Reader

"You're so pretty!" I gushed as I reached out and stroked the crystal-covered jumpsuit. "I want one. It can be my birthday present," I grinned.

Harry chuckled. "Yeah, you're not getting a Swarovski crystal jumpsuit for your birthday," he said and took my hand.

I hummed and looked through the car window. We were in line and we were slowly getting closer to the red carpet. "Can I hold the Grammys after you've finished with the press and stuff? I want a picture with them," I asked and looked back at Harry.

"I'm probably not going to win any. The people I'm nominated with... yeah, there's no way," Harry replied and smiled.

"Don't say that, you have just as good of a chance at winning. You've done so many good things in the last year and I know that people will see that," Florence said and looked at him pointedly.

"I'm just grateful that I was even nominated. That itself is such a huge honour," he said, looking over at Florence.

"It is but I have a very good feeling that there will be more than one Grammy on that shelf when we get back home," she smiled and gave him a kiss on the lips.

"And then I can hold them all. Right?" I asked with a grin. "They're so cute and tiny,"

Harry and Flossie laughed. "Yeah, you can take a picture with them if you want, babe," Harry agreed and smiled.

Harry/Ben/Oliver

"Oh gosh, here we go," Ben said as he looked up at the TV in the green room Harry's team and he and Oliver were in. It was time for Harry to perform and they were all super excited. Poor Harry had been so nervous before going on but everyone reassured him he would do great.

Oliver took Ben's hand and squeezed it. "They've been practicing all week, they got this," He told him and smiled at him.

The music started and everyone was glued to the TV as the camera zoomed in on Harry and the dancers.

Oliver frowned slightly as he looked at it. "Isn't it supposed to go the other way?" he asked as he watched Harry on the turntable.

Ben squeezed his hand tightly. "Oh no," he whispered. He couldn't look away.

They were managing it very well considering they had to do everything in reverse of what they had practiced. Harry only had a small hiccup as he tripped slightly but quickly found his balance again.

Everyone in the room clapped and cheered as Harry took his bow. It had gone well.

Ben and Oliver stood up and waited for Harry to return, both wondering how he was feeling after that knowing that he was a perfectionist when it came to his work.

Not too long after Harry and Jeff came into the room and everyone clapped and cheered again.

Harry waved his hand at them before he started taking off his mic pack.

Oliver put his hand on Ben's lower back and walked towards Harry. "You did so good, love," he told him as they got close to him.

Harry shook his head and kept trying to get the in ears wire out from his outfit, getting more and more frustrated.

"Let's go into your dressing room," Ben said and accepted the hanger with Harry's suit on it before they ushered Harry into the dressing room.

"It went the wrong way! And it was awful. I just embarrassed myself in front of god knows how many people," Harry bit down on his lip hard and tried to undo the zipper on his back.

"Hey, it's okay. That's not true. You did so amazing, I'm sure no one watching would even know it went the wrong way. You all handled it like it was no big deal and it was supposed to go that way," Oliver told him as he cupped Harry's face in his hands and made him look up at him.

"I want to watch it," Harry whispered.

Ben started unzipping the jumpsuit. "Of course we can watch it but not right now. You need to get out of this, eat something, and then get back into your suit,"

Oliver smiled and nodded, holding Harry's hand so he was steady while Ben undressed him.

"Not hungry," Harry replied, his tone short and sharp.

Oliver leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You're eating,"

Erica/Harry

All eyes were on Trevor as the video ended and he started speaking. Erica was clutching her hands tightly together.

"And the Grammy goes to.." she glanced over at Harry and saw that he was just staring straight ahead. She reached out and put a hand on his thigh and gave it a little squeeze.

Trevor looked around before walking over to the older woman. "You can read it," he tells her and shows her the envelope, and holds the mic to her mouth.

Erica gasped and turned to look over at Harry as she listened to her announce the winner. "Ha-Ha-Harry Styles!"

Erica's eyes filled with tears as she stood up and started clapping, watching as Harry put his head in his hands in shock. Everyone around stood up as well and started cheering.

Harry stood up as well and received hugs from the others around their table before he looked at Erica.

Erica brought him in for a tight hug. "I'm so fucking proud of you, love you," she told him before giving him a kiss. Harry had yet to say anything but the look in his eyes was more than enough to tell her how he was feeling. "Go get your Grammy, mister album of the year," Erica grinned and cupped his face - giving him yet another kiss.

Harry cleared his throat and did his best to blink away the tears before he started making his way up to the stage.

Erica let out a long breath and dabbed at her eyes with a napkin.

It was quite easy to see that Harry was very overwhelmed as he accepted his award and walked over to the mic. "Shit," he said as he looked down at the Grammy.

Erica grinned and put her hands on her chest as she looked at him, almost feeling like her heart was about to burst through her chest with pride and love. She could not wait till they finally had a private moment so she could really congratulate him.

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[thefreeblog]

Hi! I’m not sure if you’ve been asked this before but, what are your top 5 BL’s that you watched this year?

Hiya anon! No I don't think I have made a post about it yet.

I started watching BLs mostly in 2022 so all of them I have watched are this year. If I pick my top 5 it will turn into my top 5 ever. Instead I'll stick to BLs released this year, so it's kind of closer to your question.

My criteria is 1. Good acting 2. Rewatch value 3. Story/script

So here it is

1. Old fashioned cupcake: This takes the top spot unquestionably. I like simple stories made impactful by good acting and some solid direction. Special mention to how day to day routines are used to further the narrative. The dessert dates, Togawas undeniable attraction towards Nozue San, Nozue San being aware but denying himself the worth he is. It's all so well done in just short 6 episodes. It also ticks all my favourite tropes age gap, height difference, mature characters, younger one being the pursuer, running for your love and food as love language. I couldn't think of even one thing which I disliked in this show. Overall just outstanding little series.

2. Triage: This show was such a sweet surprise. Other than gay romances what I like is good suspense and this show delivered on this. It was intriguing and kept me guessing. The script was tight without any loopholes. All the actors were amazing, the whole medical setup was believable. Its handling felt similar to MOD( I think author is same for both novels) but it was way way better than MOD on the suspense side and also quite believable. All the stories going in parallel and how they interwined was well done. Despite its genre believe me it's absolutely re-watchable.

3. Semantic Error: Super production values. It's such a treat to watch. It's also so close to the Yaoi way of telling stories. Grumpy computer science nerd pursued by a super loud, carefree campus artist hottie. Classic enemies to lovers. How they fall for each other is worth the watch. I also loved how they included neuro divergent aspects of Sang woo's life and due to which how he approaches love or intimacy. This kind of depiction is quite rare in mainstream media let alone in BLs. I can't explain to you in so many technical terms but when I say, each scene is very carefully choreographed, its not an exaggeration at all. It really is good with its camera angles. On top of that, good acting and direction have a made simple run of the mill BL story outstanding and so so likeable.

4. Kinn Porsche: This should be no surprise if you follow me. But this is way down the list because though it is the series which pushed me in the BL world, the story had many many loopholes. Also I was not a fan of their comedic bits. In some cases the mafia set up didn't look believable but KP hands down takes all the points in the acting department. Also the VP storyline is something I have rewatched so many times, I have lost the count now. This would have been outstanding if they would have really gone for the jugular and kept it mafia throughout without trying to achieve the mid between romance and mafia. I immensely enjoyed watching it while it was airing. I was super into the story all throughout till the last episode, where it kind of fell flat for me on the story department. But nonetheless it's still one of few favourites to rewatch for so many reasons.

5. Secret crush on you (SCOY) : I love this show solely based on what it stands for. Traditionally BLs and Yaois have super masculine characters and their stories whereas the more femme or less aggressive characters are on the side or used for comedic bits. Which is not realistic is it? This BL showed us that these side characters deserve to be the main characters in their own stories revolving around their worlds. And it delivered, big time. At times it does get too sugary or candy flossy(even the uniform was so outrageous 😂) but Toh/Jao/Daisy and their insecurities/issues are so so relatable. Their little friendship group is best. And their boyfriends too. Nobody can change my mind about Sky and InTouch are the best boyfriends from all of the Thai BLs ever. Though it's too cringy at times but never because of the cast or their acting. They all did such a splendid job on this super out proud and loud show. It definitely deserves at least one watch by everyone. Literally, keep your minds open and watch it, you wouldn't be disappointed.

Special mention to Between us, because when that ends it's gonna be one of my favourites too.

So that's my list anon. Let me know what you liked this year.

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