#buuut if i do get something wrong do tell me

[thegoldencontracts]

He Is...

Summary: In another universe, your boyfriend is a bit... Odd, to say the least? Why do you stay with him? U-uh, because canon said so (ortho is just platonic ofc)!

Notes: Pure crack based off of popular fanon things that I honestly don't find accurate. No hate, just a bit of joking. Minor spoilers. Also, if you're touchy about popular fanon headcanons you have, you might want to avoid this post. I have no hateful intentions, but I understand it may be take that way. As always, I am open to constructive critiquing and discourse.

Riddle is going to collar you if you so much as breathe wrong. He does absolutely nothing nice for you. But then when you want to leave him, he breaks down crying...? Weird.

Trey is disturbingly obsessed with teeth, but he's completely perfect other than that. Literally perfect. No, really.

Deuce is incredibly dumb and well-intentioned. He's never done anything wrong in his life! Biker gang? What biker gang? You're just hallucinating.

Ace is an absolute asshole. He's never apologized for anything in his life. Just- a complete douche, somehow.

Cater is incapable of speaking on anything other than pure slang. You tell him you're going to break up with him, and he just says "yikes". Who does that?

Leona is literally the worst person you have ever met. Depression? What depression? He's just lazy! But yeah, he's the scum of the Earth. Trust. At least he respects women?

Ruggie is communist. You don't know where it came from, but he is. But he's also a scammer. Yeah, good luck.

Jack is a tsundere... You thought there was something else? No, that's it. He's a tsundere. He's cute, though.

Azul is a little baby boy. He's just that same little octopus he was. Scams, contracts, business? What are you talking about? He's just your little baby boy who'll break down crying if you don't tell him you love him every five seconds!

Floyd is a serial killer. What do you mean he's only seventeen? He's a serial killer! He kills people. That's right, he kills them. He's a merciless, remorseless killer.

Jade is completely sick and twisted. He'd kill you for a single corn chip, and he's never felt any emotion other than schadenfreude in his life. He's not seventeen, he's, uh- he's been lying to you! He's actually a demon who thrives off of souls (and being one hell of a butler).

Kalim is nice. He's also an idiot. That's right, this man has literally never had a critical thought in his life! Can you believe it? He's never had any hardships, either. Poisoning attempts? What poisoning attempts? There's nothing to see here!

Jamil is an asshole. There's no justification for it. His life was so amazing, it's not like he was basically a slave or anything. Why couldn't he just talk to Kalim before going through with his plans? It's literally that easy!

Vil is a mean girl. That's right. He's selfish, manipulative, and lazy! What do you mean 'he wants people to work and be the most beautiful they can be'? He's just a mean girl, guys. Nothing more to it. And I can't believe he ruined Rook! It isn't like Rook chose to move into Pomefiore or anything!

Rook is creepy, and a stalker, and an irredeemable piece of shit. You see, he used to be a shining beacon of perfection in Savannaclaw, but then the EVIL Vil had to RUIN him! The horror! He was so happy there, too! Everyone knows that dull, lifeless eyes are the number-one sign of happiness!

Epel is a perfect, dainty little boy who can do no wrong. He's just- a shining beacon of dainty and perfect ideals. So fragile. So perfect. So helpless. He has absolutely no autonomy. Trust me on that. Just a perfect little angel boy.

Idia is an unhygenic, depressed softie. He's never showered in his life! It's not like STYX had a lot of focus on systematic hygiene that Idia's used to or anything! And he's never looked down on others in his life! You can trust me on that!

Ortho is a kind, soft little robo-boy who can do no wrong. That time he tried to fire a laser beam on the school? Ignore that, he's just a little baby!

Malleus is sooo in love with you. No, he's not acting oddly due to being unused to friendship, he's in love, damnit! He's in love! He's making this an otome!

Lilia is a dad. And he thinks you should get together with Malleus. Really, he's just there to set you up with the dragon man!

Silver is the perfect, most noble and well-liked gentleman. Awkward? Unused to people wanting to hang out with him? Nope, none of that. Just perfection here!

Sebek is the scum of the Earth. Why, you may ask? Simple! He's loud and arrogant. I don't know why he hates humans so much, really, it's not like he's dealing with internalized species-ism or anything...

#riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #cater diamond #trey clover #deuce spade #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #jamil viper #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #epel felmier #rook hunt #idia shroud #ortho shroud #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #sebek zigvolt #silver #twisted wonderland #i feel like this might be controversial T_T #pIease know I really don't have ill or hateful intentions! #buuut if i do get something wrong do tell me

[floral-hex]

It’s almost 6 in the morning. Can’t sleep. Admittedly lonely. So I’ll type a little text post to feel like I’m actually “doing” something.

Doubled my vilazadone. Started buspirone. I’ve been on a diuretic for my ears (it’s complicated) for about a week now, but whether it’s coincidental or not, my hearing has been pretty great since I started. But hearing comes and goes, so we’ll see if this holds in the coming weeks. My body is having trouble adjusting to all of these new meds, but I think it’s starting to rebalance itself. Chemicals, man…

Okay, I really don’t know what else to say here. Just bored on a Saturday night… well, now Sunday morning. Might go eat some captain crunch. I just started the buspirone and I think it’s maybe making me.. eeeeee 😬😬😬😬… you get it? Not anxious, just on edge. They said take before bed to get used to it, but maybe they meant “hey, take as you’re falling asleep, because if you’re awake when it kicks in, you will stay awake.” Or maybe it’s just normal loneliness and anxiety keeping me up. Who knows. This seems like a downer post, yeah? Sorry. It’ll be positive, ya. I’ll go make some cereal, watch some tv, you all can do whatever you’re doing this morning. There are some birds chirping outside, I’ll see if my cats are awake, it’ll be nice.

#I don’t know if there’s any real way to come on here and tell people you’re lonely without it just coming off as depressing & off putting #like… what are y’all supposed to do about that? #you can’t rightly come through the phone and sit in bed with me #I just… blegh… need to be around someone in the flesh #or I don’t. whatever #anyway… #I’ve been rewatching Lost after… wow about 10 years. I don’t think ever finished it tho but damn it kinda fucks #and I’ve been pretty into Death Stranding #good distractions #there was about a week or two where I literally had so much anxiety I couldn’t daydream. just constant doom thoughts #but now I’m back to my little dumb world building in my head all the time #telling myself I’m going to write books or something but I never actually sit down and do it but still… it’s nice #of course I always have this sword of damocles hanging over me of when the next huge wave of anxiety will hit me #what will go wrong next that just absolutely fucks my mental health into the earth #buuut that’s why I started these new meds. #that’s why I have an appointment with a new therapist this week. #have to be prepared for the next time the sky falls down #jeez okay this is getting too heavy #I forgot what I was going to do. I’ve just been mindlessly typing #oh yeah. gonna jack it then eat some cereal #okay bye I love you #text

[pathologicalreid]

You write fluff and flangst absolutely amazingly and I’m in awe every dang time!

Buuut since you’ve got spring break coming up, a little fic idea that’s in my head that I’ll never do justice! (If you’re interested)

Fem!reader finding out an adorable way to tell Spencer she’s pregnant. I don’t care if they’re dating or married or what - but like she puts together a crossword, or a puzzle and he just doesn’t get it. (If you wanna throw angst in, he leaves without getting it for a case and then realizes it in the middle of the night.)

puzzling | S.R.

trying to tell Spencer you're pregnant, but he's too concerned with your well-being to fill out your custom crossword puzzle

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff content warnings: pregnancy and misc. symptoms., talk of fainting and blood tests. word count: 1.69k a/n: welcome back to the spencer reid dilf agenda! i hope this does your request justice and thank you for entrusting me with this idea!!!! <3

you

It was your pride and joy, the collection of folded papers that sat on the kitchen counter, next to a cup of coffee that you had already filled for him.

On your fake newspaper, you had created a custom crossword puzzle. With four very important clues.

Across: “Early stage of life”

Across: “American actress Frances _”

Down: “Must be finished by”

Down: “Veteran’s Day month”

You smiled softly to yourself as you heard Spencer’s footsteps coming down the staircase. Padding over to the kitchen counter, you sat on one of the stools, a cup of tea in front of you.

Before he even looked at the newspaper, Spencer leaned over to kiss you good morning, “You look tired,” he whispered, hooking a finger under your chin as if he were investigating the dark circles underneath your eyes.

“Way to make a girl feel good about herself,” you teased lightly, even though you knew he was right. At least you felt tired.

He rolled his eyes, “You know that’s not what I meant.” Turning to grab his mug of coffee off of the counter, he observed you again, “Are you sure your doctor said nothing was wrong?”

Smiling, you gave him a brief nod. You had gone to see your doctor a few days ago for nausea and fatigue, and Spencer would’ve gone with you had he not been on the other side of the country on a case. “They’re running some tests, but they didn’t see anything blatantly wrong,” the doctor was running a few blood tests, checking your iron levels and HCG.

Using his free hand, Spencer reached over and moved a lock of hair out of your face, “They said your blood pressure was low?”

Low blood pressure, as it turned out, was a pregnancy symptom that was most common in the first trimester. “You’re freaking out over nothing, Spence,” you told him. Really, it was something. A rather large something – or small, depending on how you wanted to look at it. “Come on, it’s crossword time,” you told him, using the end of the pen to tap on the newspaper.

“I worry about you when I’m away. You do know that low blood pressure can cause syncope, right? Did they prescribe you anything for it?” He asked, ignoring your wishes to move on and do the crossword.

There was a small part of you that just wanted to tell him, but frankly, you had worked too hard on the crossword puzzle to give yourself away like that. You couldn’t tell him that they didn’t prescribe you anything because they didn’t know how far along you were. A larger part of you knew that if you just got him to work on the puzzle, he would have his answers in about seven minutes.

Then his phone rang, he pulled the device out of his pocket, and the Caller ID on the screen caused you to slump your shoulders forward. It was Garcia. “Hey Garcia,” he greeted on the phone, “at the tarmac?”

You set your head on the counter and sighed in defeat as Spencer hung up the phone.

“Are you alright?” He asked you softly, tenderly wrapping an arm around your torso.

Humming, you sat back up, ignoring the stars in your field of vision as you did so. “I’m fine, you should go,” you insisted.

Spencer shook his head, “No, you’re sick. I’ll call Garcia back and tell her I have to stay back.” Acting bewildered at the idea that he had been so remiss as to agree to do his job while you were unwell.

You reached out and set a hand on his, “It’s alright, love. I can take care of myself,” you reminded him. Besides the fact that you were wholly self-sufficient, the only reason why Spencer would be asked to meet the team at the tarmac was if they were headed toward a particularly gnarly case – they needed all hands on deck.

“Promise me you’ll check in? Call your mom if you need any help, please,” he requested, pleading eyes following you as you got up to hug him.

Nodding, you wrapped your arms around him, “You should take the crossword with you.” Pulling away, you haphazardly refolded the newspaper and handed it to him.

Furrowing his brow, Spencer inspected the paper that you had given him. “We always do the crossword together on Saturdays,” he found you incredibly helpful on the pop culture clues. “We could save this one and then have two for next week,” he offered.

God. No. Your eyes widened at the idea of having to keep your secret for another week, shaking your head, you shrugged, “No, you should take it. It’ll make me look forward to next week even more,” you insisted.

He folded, and with a sweet kiss to the forehead, he was off to go save lives, remaining entirely unaware of the one growing inside of you.

him

The judgmental Italian behind him was proving to be a distraction, “Did you find something?” Spencer asked, eyeing the evidence board with frustration. Something bugged him about the case, and he couldn’t figure out exactly what it was.

“Not right now, but it’s three in the morning,” Rossi said, joining Spencer by the evidence board. “Why don’t you give that big brain of yours a break?”

Shaking his head, Spencer crossed his arms in front of his chest, “I tried. I can’t stop thinking about the case.” Men were popping up dead in a small Missouri town at an alarming rate, and he felt so close to a breakthrough.

Dave nodded like he understood the feeling, that was probably why he had emerged from his hotel room so early, returning to the precinct before the sun peeked over the horizon. “What do you usually do to wind your brain down?”

Raising his eyebrows, Spencer shrugged, “Crossword puzzles,” he admitted, any word puzzle would do the trick.

The chuckle from the older man next to him startled Spencer, “Now, why doesn’t that surprise me?” Rossi looked around the precinct, “I’m sure we can find one around here somewhere.”

“No,” Spencer said, “I have one in my bag, actually.” He refrained from including the detail that you had given him the crossword puzzle, or else he’d never hear the end of it.

Clapping him on the back, Rossi lifted his coffee cup, “Then I suggest you go take the thirty seconds to fill out that puzzle and then get some rest.”

Once he was back in his hotel room, he changed before pulling out the pile of papers that you had sent him off with. Sitting on top of the bed, he filled out the puzzle in approximately six minutes and forty-three seconds. Once the letters were filled in, he skimmed the puzzle – just to check it over.

The only one that might’ve given him trouble was about an American actress – usually he had you to help him with pop culture, but he recalled having the same last name as an actress in Days of Our Lives.

It was interesting that the words “Baby” and “Reid” were right next to each other.

Wait.

Quickly, he calculated the odds that the words “Baby” “Reid” “Due” and “November” were all in the puzzle and when the numbers were put together, they made your anniversary. Spencer just as quickly called you, listening to the phone ringing.

His heart was racing as he waited to see if you answered the phone. “Hey,” your groggy voice came through the receiver.

“Where did you get this crossword puzzle?” He asked you, flipping through the rest of the newspaper for the first time.

You hummed softly, “You’re doing it right now?”

Looking at the alarm clock on his bedside table, he dropped his face into his hands. “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t even think about the time,” it was just past four in the morning now, making it just past five in the morning in Virginia. “I just thought that…” his voice trailed off. What if it was just a coincidence?

There was silence on your end of the call, and he wondered if you had fallen asleep. You hadn’t been feeling well, and he’d woken you up with his phone call. “You thought what, Spence?”

The teasing lilt in your voice had given you away to him immediately. He knew. Every one of his suspicions were confirmed, “Y/N Reid,” he breathed.

“Spencer Reid,” you countered.

He took a deep breath, “Are you pregnant?”

“Yeah,” you answered simply, with about as much enthusiasm as he expected from you at five in the morning.

It all started to make sense to him. The low blood pressure, the drowsiness, and even the slight caginess when it came to him asking about your doctor’s visit. He swiped away a few stray tears, “I don’t know what to say.” It wasn’t a feeling he was overly used to.

You cleared your throat, “Are you happy?” Nerves clouded your voice, and he could hear you becoming more awake – more alert.

“I am,” he searched aimlessly. Elated. Thrilled. Ecstatic. “I’m so happy,” he told you, at a loss for words. “I don’t know what to say, I just… God, are you okay?” Dread washed over him, you were alone, sick, and pregnant at home and he was halfway across the country.

Sighing, he heard a ruffling on the other end of the call. “I’m great. I’m exhausted, I had no idea being pregnant was so tiring. I mean, I knew, but I didn’t know.” You sighed again, “I’m not making any sense.”

He laughed lightly at your rambling, “You’re making perfect sense. Chances are your energy will return during the second trimester.”

“Don’t get my hopes up.” You paused again for just a moment, “I’m sorry if I scared you. With the whole doctor’s appointment thing. They really are keeping an eye on my blood pressure and whole slew of other things, but they know the root cause.”

A giddy smile grew on his face, “It’s because you’re pregnant.”

A soft hum came through the phone, “It’s because I’m pregnant,” you concurred.

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[ask-spiderpool]

Hey mod, are you okay? It’s been a while since you posted (no judgement!) and I just wanted to see if something was wrong. Love you and I hope you stay strong🫶🏼

Bless you anon! I appreciate you checking in! I don't post a lot of personal updates here, but I have been going through the wringer lately... hough.

Lately I've been battling with anxiety, you know, same as everyone. It's kind of made things that I used to enjoy kind of stressful for me. Everything becomes stressful for me. Even not having things to stress about makes me stressed. I'm at my most Peter Parkeriest, in the worst sort of a way.

I thought it was a brain thing – that it was all in my head. I have a new, stressful job, and a stressful living situation, and some family issues I'm dealing with. It'll pass. So I kind of tried to power through, until my body shut down on me last year. And as it turns out, when I got checked out by the doc, it's not just a brain thing. I have a tumor (her name is Lamar, and she's benign, buuut...) she's producing 5x the normal amount of stress hormone in my body. The doctors think it's insane. I think it's hilarious. I feel like it's some kind of joke.

I've been battling this ridiculous chronic stress for years, thinking it was all in my head, but actually, biologically, I'm an overflowing reservoir of stress, and it's something that can be measured in my bloodstream. And it's been going on for years!

So, lately I've been devoting a lot of time to forcing myself to relax. Doctors orders. I can't get stressed about things. Every day I have to effectively diffuse a bomb. And the bomb is me. I'm so pumped up with involuntary stress, and I have to devote my time to keeping it at a manageable level. And so there are a lot of backflips I have to do to keep myself human right now, and not turn into a bomb.

See... posting to the blog doesn't exactly calm me down. It makes me anxious, most of the time. So I've been telling myself it's okay. Only post when you feel good. You have enough things to worry about, and the blog can't be one another thing to worry about. It can only be for fun. If it doesn't feel like fun, don't do it.

I need to do a million little calming activities to function. The blog used to calm me. But it doesn't, anymore. I still love it, and I still have so many scripts I'm excited to do, but... I just have to be patient with myself, right now. I can't bug my head over something that can wait. It can wait. Right now isn't the time. My health is the most important thing. I can't get that back, if I lose it.

Right now I'm about keeping my head above water. Keeping calm. Doing meditative things, that aren't necessarily productive... (trust me, I am SO upset about not being productive. I miss it a lot) but they force me to take it slow and force me to not worry. I'm learning the banjo (she calms me), and I spend a lot more time in nature, having staring contests with ducks and pigeons, and befriending beetles and bugs.

I'm a very positive person, and I know I'll make it through, and I love myself for all the effort I'm making to keep myself from breaking. Because I know if I didn't force myself to calm down, I could snap like an elastic band. I – I don't want to break, like I did last year. I need to be good to myself. And relaxing is an effort. It takes a lot for me. And certain calming routines work for a little while, and then stop working, and I need to make the effort all over again to find something new. It's kind of insane how much time I need to calm back down again. I remember, once upon a time, it being baseline.

Luckily there's a surgical solution, so hopefully I'll be normal again soon, and there won't be any more bees buzzing in my brain!

I hope you'll all be patient with me! And hopefully I'll make it out alive and stronger than ever, soon.

#mod speaks #a lot of the time when i write ask-spiderpool it feels prophetic somehow. #like my writing somehow knows what's up with me before my body figures it out. #i've written about peter being a timebomb about to explode because of excess hormones in his bloodstream #and now. guess who is a timebomb about to explode because of excess hormones in his bloodstream. its ya boy. me.

[unclewaynemunson]

I definitely think it takes Eddie a while to accept that Steve changed. He remembers what he was like in high school.

When Steve asks him out, for whatever reason, Eddie says yes. But he’s determined not to fall in love, because deep down Harrington’s still a dick. But he’s cute, and Eddie can smile and play pretend.

But then! Steve goes full happy relationship mode, he tells Robin (obv), introduces Eddie to the other adults as his bf, and is just generally being sweet.

MY SWEET ANON I HOPE YOU'LL STILL SEE THIS!!!

I'm so sorry it took me ages to answer this one! But I really loved the idea of this (the good ol' steddie + misunderstanding about what they mean to each other with a dash of terrible communication skills my beloved) so i wanted to give it my proper attention, which i didn't have enough time for over the past few months. Buuut the words have finally found their way to my keyboard so here is the first part of what probably will turn into a 3-part ficlet, I hope it's something like what you had in mind when you sent this ask to me <3

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Eddie has been acting weird all day. Maybe Steve is too much of a romantic, but he can't help it: he wanted to celebrate this day. Exactly a month ago, he asked Eddie out. And it's been good. They've spent a lot of time together. They've been on lots of dates, spent plenty of nights together... But today, things are different, somehow. Eddie is different. He turned Steve down for a dinner date, he didn't stop by Family Video during lunchtime, and when Steve shows up at the trailer to surprise him with flowers, he merely frowns and pulls back from their kiss before it can even properly get started.

'Everything alright?' Steve asks, trying to catch his boyfriend's gaze – which isn't exactly easy with how Eddie is turning away from him to not-so-gently put the flowers down in a corner of the trailer's living room.

'Yeah, sure,' Eddie mumbles, not really looking at him. 'It's just – I didn't really expect to see you today. We didn't have plans.'

Steve chuckles, trying to get the tension out of his chest. 'Didn't know I was expected to schedule an appointment before coming here.' He tries to play it off as a joke, but the tone of his voice doesn't really want to cooperate.

Eddie finally turns back towards him and Steve catches the end of an eye-roll.

'I'm just not feeling too great today, alright?' It sounds a bit stiff and Steve pauses. He wonders if he did something wrong, if he somehow invaded Eddie's space – even though he has showed up at the trailer on countless evenings in the past month.

'What's wrong?'

'Nothing,' Eddie answers, a little bit too fast. 'I told you, I'm not feeling so well.'

And now that he can see his face properly, Steve notices that Eddie is indeed looking paler than usual.

'Hey, don't worry about it,' he says. 'I can stay to take care of you, if you want to. We don't have to do anything. You can go to bed early and I'll keep you company. I can make you some soup, read to you... You could've just told me you're not feeling good, you know. I would've picked up some fruit on my way over here and stopped by the library for you.'

'You don't have to do any of that, Steve.'

Steve tries to ignore the fact that it's been ages since Eddie has last called him by his official first name. He doesn't like the sound of it.

'But I want to,' he says instead. He takes a step towards Eddie, lifts his arms to wrap them around him – but Eddie swats his arms away before he can properly embrace him.

'Don't.' He sounds cold and detached, so different from how he usually sounds. 'Don't act like this is something it isn't.'

'Like this is something –' Steve echoes, completely caught off-guard by this turn of events. 'Like what?'

'Jesus Christ, you really don't know when to stop, do you?'

'What?' He takes a stumbling step backwards, driven away by the force in Eddie's words.

'We're not – like that,' Eddie stutters out. 'We're just fucking around, aren't we? So you don't need to pretend. You don't need to bring me flowers. You don't need to take care of me when I'm sick. You don't owe me anything, alright? You can go home.'

Steve takes another step backwards, until his back collides with the door of the trailer. He blindly grabs the door handle behind him.

'Alright,' he says, trying desperately not to let his voice tremble audibly. 'I hear you, loud and clear. I'll – I'll leave you alone, then.'

Read pt2 here (Edit: it's actually 5 parts now. You can read the whole thing on ao3 here)

#don't mind me rambling about stranger things #anon seriously thank you so much for sending this to me!! it's been a great scenario to explore #and my apologies for the angst lmao #but i promise more will follow soon #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #fruity ficlet

[seungmoonandstars]

⋆꙳Under the Tree

Kim Seungmin/Female Reader

wc: ~2.5k

rating: mature, explicit (oral sex), fluff ಇ

comments: more holiday activities as requested by @goblinracha a few weeks ago! This time it’s a oneshot within the Blind Date universe (@myseungsungheart !). It started out as simple romantic fluff, but slowly transformed into what I felt like doing to Seungmin today ¯\_( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ )_/ uuhh I didn’t proofread very well

⋆꙳•❅*ִ

You watch as Seungmin’s face is lit up—first in a warm white glow, then in red and green and blue. Then back again to warm white.

“Choose one for tonight,” you pick up one of the ornaments from his box and search for a good spot on the tree, “we can change it next time.”

“I don’t know which one I like more.” He switches it back to the multi-colored lights and takes a few steps back. Then he walks back and pulls the curtain open. “The colors are more fun…buuut…which do you prefer?”

“I like the colored lights.”

“Okay, we will keep the colors on tonight.”

Seungmin digs around in the box and pulls out two star shaped ornaments. He finds a branch for his, hands you the other, and watches you closely as you search for a spot.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” He smiles and tilts his head to one side.

“Like I’m gonna put it in the wrong spot…”

“Wherever you put it is perfect.”

You keep your eyes on him as he stares at the tree, then at the gifts already placed under it. There aren’t many, and what is there is small—but it’s what the two of you have gotten for each other. And you’ll have to open them soon…early.

Then he looks at you.

“I should be the one looking like a sad puppy,” you grab his arm and pull him toward you, “what’s wrong, Minnie?”

Seungmin smiles at that, but you can tell it’s forced. He wraps his arms around your shoulders and squeezes you tight, “I’m not ready to leave tomorrow.”

“I know. It doesn’t get easier.”

It’s been over a year of this; the reality of being his biggest secret, of nobody knowing you exist (a few people know, so you’re not a complete secret anymore), Seungmin coming and going—mostly going. It’s just the way things are. It’s your normal.

He sighs, “it’s gotten harder.”

Your hold on his waist tightens, and your heart jumps to your throat. Whether or not this would even work was something only time would reveal, but everything has been good. You didn’t expect everything to always be good, because things are never that easy, but the two of you have never argued over anything. There is never tension when you’re together.

Being apart so much and so often means that the relationship always feels brand new. Seeing him is excitement and relief all mixed together—it feels like a piece of you that’s been missing has clicked back into place for a while.

But you don’t always know what’s going through Seungmin’s head, either. He talks, and he tells you things, but he’s still quiet sometimes—and exhausted when he’s here with you.

You pull back and look up at him, “harder?”

Seungmin nods, but his head tilts again when you keep looking at him with his puppy eyes.

“Like, you don’t think you can keep doing it…harder?”

His eyes widen, but he takes a second to think and put your words together, “oh, no…no I don’t mean it like that.”

He places a kiss on your forehead. You let out the breath you were holding and shove your face into his chest.

“Harder to leave you when I’m here, that’s what I meant...”

“You’ll keep doing it?”

“I never thought about stopping.” Seungmin lets go of you, reluctantly, and lowers himself next to the gifts. It’s still too early to open them, but he’s shuffling a few of the small ones around.

“I’ll get a big bow to put on you, and I won’t need anything else.”

He looks up at you, eyes big, bottom lip stuck out in a pout. It turns into a smile, and he reaches a hand up to you.

You take it and let him pull you down next to him. “It’s too early for gifts…and I’m not done yet.”

“Just one…we can save the rest,” he picks one up and hands it to you. It’s wrapped in pink striped paper, and you can tell he did this one himself. The tag says your name, written out in Hangul, with a very carefully drawn puppy face beneath it.

Before opening it, you pull the tag off. It’s too cute to throw away. Seungmin laughs and moves a little closer. Underneath the paper is a white box—you assume a jewelry box. And when you open it and peek in (he tries to peek with you, even though he knows what’s in there), the light from the tree bounces off the gold.

“It’s okay if you don’t—“ You give him a look before he finishes. He closes his mouth and smiles, then finishes anyway, “…like it.”

A gold chain lays over your hand, just as thin and delicate as the bracelet you gave him last year. Hanging on the end is a dainty charm, small enough that you have to hold it a little closer to get a good look at it.

“Oh, it’s a little lock!” You hold it up so it swings back and forth between the two of you. “It’s so tiny and sweet.”

He grabs it, unclasps it, and leans forward to put it around your neck. “I can get you a longer chain if you’d like.”

“No, this is perfect…everyone can see it here.” You run your hand across your throat and hold the little charm. “Thank you.”

Seungmin is still hovering over you, his eyes moving from the necklace…up your neck, to your face. They jump between your eyes and lips as he closes in and finds a spot to start kissing. He holds himself back, though, only leaving a few along your cheek and lips. “So you like it?”

“I love it, Minnie. And you.” His hand grabs for yours, so you bring it to your lips and kiss along his fingers. “It’s my turn.”

He watches eagerly as you look at each of the small gifts you’ve already wrapped for him. You can hear him talking excitedly under his breath, which one, which one? while he swings your arm back and forth.

“It’s not easy finding you a gift,” you say and reach for one of the larger boxes.

“Why is that?”

“You have so much stuff, and you can get anything you want. I thought about getting us baseball tickets, but we can’t go together.”

The bow slides off next to him, “I prefer watching here with you anyway,” he pops the lid off, “oh!” Seungmin pulls it out a little and looks at it, then a little more. His eyes are big and round as he takes it out and holds it up in front of him. “Did you make this?”

It’s been a while since you’ve seen his smile so big. The joy coming from him is palpable and you can feel your face warm up and probably turn pink. You weren’t sure how he’d receive this, or any of his gifts. Birthdays are easy, but this is your first real Christmas together. “I did. Hopefully it’s not too big, or too small.”

“You made this whole thing?” He’s still staring at it, piece by piece—looking at each button, pulling the sleeves out and looking at the subtly colored stripes running down them. He flips up the hood and grabs the two ears on top and laughs, “even the little ears?”

When he looks at you again, you nod. He undoes a button and pulls it over his head, “it’s perfect,” he pulls up the hood and grabs the ears again. “I can take you everywhere with me now, when I wear it.”

“Aww Minnie, shut up…that’s cute.”

He pulls you onto his lap and kisses across your shoulder, squeezes you tight. “It’s true. You made all the little stitches, you worked so hard,” His hand slides under your sweatshirt—lips, still smiling, drag across your ear, “you worked so hard to keep me warm.”

“You’re worth all of my time, pup.”

“That’s so—“

“Yeah, corny, I know.”

Now he has both of his hands on your bare skin, moving in circles, and giving you goosebumps. “I was going to say romantic.” He finds a spot near your shoulder and kneads into the muscle. The pressure makes you moan, and it makes Seungmin perk up.

Your hand reaches under his layers of clothes and searches for skin. His stomach is tight and warm against your fingertips, and he breathes out a little laugh as he closes in on your lips.

It’s only been a few hours since he got home, and aside from hugging him tightly as he came through the door and kissing everywhere on his face, this is the first you’ve really touched each other. Every night together ends up like this, though, because when he’s here, you can never have him close enough. And Seungmin, who you know loves you, can’t always get the words out right. He shows his affection in many different ways, and when you’re together like this, he shows it well.

So it’s just a matter of when and where and who will initiate. Tonight it’s both of you—but mostly you, because your hand moves down from his stomach and disappears beneath his sweatpants.

Seungmin leans back and rests on one hand so he can watch your hand move under the fabric. You kiss at his smile until he opens up and lets you in.

“Right here under the tree?” Seungmin laughs and goes right back to kissing. His legs open and he gets you in between them.

The two of you have had sex on almost every surface in the apartment, but never on the floor, and you don’t really want to start now.

Seungmin feels your head shake back and forth and sits himself up. He doesn’t stop your hand, though. And you don’t stop either. He pulls at his sweatpants until he can see the steady up and down of your hand. He’s already painfully hard, and he wants to come.

He pulls his sweater over his head and sets it back neatly in its box.

You smile at him before bending and slowly running your tongue over his head, and his moan is soft and sweet. One arm comes forward and his hand caresses your cheek, then your ear, until he can wrap his hand around the back of your neck.

His fingers knead into you, gently, and with no intention of forcing you down. Seungmin never forces himself in, unless he’s on top and you want him to.

“Are you comfortable?”

You nod and grab a thigh, and when you’re ready, you take him in your mouth as far as you can manage.

His moan makes your skin prickle, and a shiver runs down your body. You can feel heat collecting in your stomach, swirling, dropping down into your thighs and making your legs shake. You grip his thigh harder, digging your fingers in. He doesn’t flinch. Your mouth grips him tight as you pull back out, run your tongue around his head, and suck him right back in.

When you find your rhythm and get comfortable, you work on him even faster. He’s speaking softly between moans, rubbing your neck as you take him in and out, over and over, stopping only to take a breath and stroke him.

You look at him when your hands take over. He’s trying hard to maintain the eye contact, but both hands working him makes it nearly impossible. His eyes squeeze shut, then open again. He whimpers, his hips twitch. He starts to buck up into your hands, wanting to take some control back and reach his climax, but you don’t want him to finish yet.

Your grip softens and your hands slow down.

“No no…” he pulls you closer, squeezes your neck harder. “Don’t stop babe.”

You run your lips over him, leave kisses, lick.

Seungmin whimpers and when you look at him again, his face is desperate. He’s pouting and panting, moving his hips, hoping you’ll take mercy on him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” your hand strokes him again, softer than before, but enough to make his hips jerk with pleasure. “I want you to enjoy it.”

“I am,” his lips twitch, and a smile slowly forms.

“…for as long as possible.”

Seungmin licks his lips and nods. “I don’t think I’ll last long.” His nod turns into a head shake and his laugh is a little pained. He wants to come.

You continue your slow, hard strokes. One hand on his cock, the other pushing gently on his hip to keep him still.

His breathing is heavy and ragged; the sweet, soft noises become deep and uninhibited.

You speed up—his moaning is making it hard for you to stay in control. But you want to hear him, and you want him to lose himself in it a little more.

When he tries to speak again, it’s no more than a whisper. You look at him and lean forward, then give him a questioning look. On his second try you catch the word mouth, and you fill in the rest.

“You want my mouth?” You tease him, leaning forward a bit to lick, but your hand continues doing the work. “And my tongue?”

Seungmin nods slowly, mouth back in a pout. He keeps his eyes fixed on you; they’re wide open and taking in as much as they can in the dim light of the tree. He’s furrowing his brow with every stroke, trying desperately to hold on a little longer.

“You want to come in my mouth?”

“Yes please,” he answers without a thought, and his hips lift despite your hand still holding him down. “Swallow it all for me.”

“Okay okay…you win.”

He sighs and relaxes.

Your mouth closes around him, sucking gently at first, circling him with your tongue and finding his most sensitive spots. He pushes his hips toward you, but he’s careful not to force more of himself in. His hand is on you again; on your back, across your neck, your shoulder.

He’s touching and grabbing, hoping to ground himself for the inevitable.

Once your hand begins to stroke him again, his breathing becomes uneven. A sound gets caught in his throat. You take as much of him as you can and when you moan and hum, it sets him off. His hips lift again and his fingers grip you hard.

The sound he makes rings in your ears, his body tenses up, and he fills your mouth. You were ready for it, but some still escapes. It catches on your hand as you slowly, gently stroke upward, swallow, and lick what remains on your fingers. You take him in your mouth once more to clean him off.

Seungmin is spent, mouth open, chest heaving. He looks like he wants to fall backward on the floor, but he holds himself there until you finish. He lets out a laugh, lazy and full of relief, and pushes his hair away from his forehead.

“I’m expecting more later.” You lean forward and kiss him there.

He laughs again—his eyes and face soften as he watches you adjust and smooth out your sweatshirt. “You look so pretty in the lights,” he sits up and pulls you back for another kiss.

#kim seungmin #☾ blind date #skz seungmin #seungmin x you #seungmin x reader #seungmin x y/n #kim seungmin x reader #kim seungmin x y/n #kim seungmin x you #seungmin fluff #seungmin smut #kim seungmin smut #kim seungmin fluff

[pupyuj]

soft g!p yujin makes me so ruegewbshssbzjahehekanJs you know?

well yes anon! me too 🫠🫠 don’t mind the random jock!yuj sneak I HAVE A TYPE.

listen....... i am very serious about loser virgin yuj okay?? YA'LL KNOW THIS. 😤😤 but this is soft virgin loser yuj, and she's a sweetheart! your ever-so-understanding girlfriend who prioritized your comfort over her own when you both finally decided to take your relationship to the next level even though she was the inexperienced one 🥺 she'd get super flustered of the sight of your naked body but you could tell she couldn't resist her need for you when you noticed how tight her jeans had gotten... omg she would absolutely look away when you unzip her jeans and set her cock free... "t-this is a bit embarrassing... sorry if it's weird i—" a simple touch on her cock shuts her up quickly, and she covers her mouth when you start moving your hand up and down her throbbing length bcs ohh... 😵‍💫😵‍💫

firm believer than yujin wouldn't be too bad despite it being her first time,, in fact, she knew just where to touch you! kisses down your neck and whispers "is this okay?" while she slowly pulls off your panties :(( she's still very clumsy tho, but it was adorable 🤭 you'd feel her hand slowly trailing up your inner thigh before she palms your dripping core,, she wouldn't think she'd get harder than she already was but she did! yk yujin would be eager but omg her clueless ass.. 😭

"(y/n), i-i don't know h-how to..." sorry she's so baby—

"just put it in, yujin." and she'd look at you like you grew a second head 😭 she'd do it anyway! and nothing could've prepared her for how it all felt 😵‍💫 she's so big tho, it would've surprised you too :(( her head collapsing on your shoulder once her entire length was inside you omg,, poor baby already feeling so overwhelmed.. but being inside you felt so good that she starts moving on her own, hands clutching the sheets under you as she thrusts slowly while you're whimpering in her ear.. her kissing you while quickening her pace, lips moving sloppily against yours bcs she's doing her best not to lose her head in the pleasure :((

and she's so cute too 😩 whining at every little sensation she feels whether it was from her cock inside you, your kisses, or how you fondled her tits underneath her shirt 😵‍💫 yujin’s so the type to hug you as she cums inside you 😣😣 her face hidden in the crook your neck, choking out your name as she spills her seed in your cunt.. “good job, hon…” you’d say and it would make yuj hard bcs she’s sooo whipped 🤭

buuut listen… as fun as that was, you could tell that even yujin herself didn’t feel satisfied by it all—she just refused to say anything bcs she thought you’d have enough but of course not. who is she kidding?? her gasping when you roll her around so you’d be on top of her, pulling her cock out of your cunt and kissing her neck as you started to jerk her off again 😵‍💫😵‍💫 “(y/n), wha—ohh, mmhn..!” she wouldn’t resist you ofc 🤭 not when you were making her feel so good…

moving downwards so that you would be facing her cock.. licking up from the base to the tip while keeping eye contact god it was truly a miracle that yujin didn’t right then and there 🫢 “i hope your stamina’s just as good in bed as it is on the court.” you’d say, giggling as yujin looked away all flustered 🥺 as soon as you wrapped your lips around her tip tho, yujin found her eyes right into yours,, her grabbing your head, slowly guiding you up and down as her moans filled the air,, “t-tha’s more like it.. louder, baby—uumph..” don’t get her wrong—yujin loved your voice but she’d appreciate it if you used your mouth for something better at this moment 🫣

and you definitely can confirm that yujin’s just as energetic in bed like she is on the court bcs as soon as her cum hits the back of your throat (which you gratefully swallowed!), she sits up, pulls you up, and makes you sit on her cock—smiling against your shoulder as you started to ride her in the pace that she wants.. now who knew your charming and cute gf would be so daring? 🫣🫣

but then again, you’ve always been yujin’s first priority, she’d be a bad girlfriend if she didn’t make you cum tonight, right? 🤭

#ive smut #ive x fem reader #ive imagines #ive x reader #ive thoughts #ahn yujin thoughts #ahn yujin x fem reader #ahn yujin smut #ahn yujin imagines #ahn yujin x reader #yujin x fem reader #yujin imagines #yujin smut #yujin x reader #yujin thoughts #girl group x fem reader #girl group smut #girl group x reader #girl group imagines #girl group thoughts #g!p ive #g!p idol #g!p ahn yujin #g!p yujin

[sjswrites]

Baby Gay

Summary: Working on set with your best friend was supposed to be fun, but something feels... off.

A/N: A bit of a long one, buuut I promise it's worth it.

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“It’s pretty nice working with your best friend, huh?” I playfully threw my shoulder into Hailee’s arm as we walked off set.

“It’s alright, I guess.” She replied sarcastically before throwing her arm over me and my arm slide around her waist.

“Nice work, ladies.” The blonde brit approached as I greeted her with a smile. When Hailee didn’t give her usual, ‘thank you’, my eyes shot up to check on her. To my surprise, Hailee’s eyes were glued to Florence.

“Thanks, Pugh. I mean, you absolutely killed it out there!” I gushed as her eyes nervously fell to the floor.

“Not as good as you, darling. You’re so talented.” Her golden green eyes locked with mine.

I chuckled to myself. “Oh shut up.” I shoved her shoulder away.

“I’m serious!” She protested through giggles. “Do you two have plan for dinner tonight?” I visually checked in with Hailee who had yet to say anything.

“Yeah.” I answered for both of us. “My mom actually invited us over for dinner tonight.” My arm wrapped around hers and squeezed to bring her back to reality.

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah. Sorry, I forgot to mention that on the drive over.”

“I see.” Florence’s smile slightly dimmed. “Another time.”

“Forsure.” Hailee finally spoke to Florence.

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Her eyes bounced between ours before we walked away to the trailers.

I finished getting changed first as I knocked on Hailee’s trailer door. “Hey, Haiz.” My hand slowly pulled the door open as I entered. Hailee had her back to me with her baggy jeans and white tank on. Her hazel eyes looked at me over her shoulder. “Hey, babe.” She threw her leather jacket over her shoulders. “Ready?”

“No.” Hailee froze for a second before adjusting her jacket. “Not until you tell me what’s wrong?”

“What?!” She tried to push past me. “What are you talking about?”

My hand held her at bay. “Don’t bullshit me, Steinfeld.” I shoved her back. “You were in your head when we- Actually, when I was talking to Florence.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She tried to get past me again as her arm snuck around me and opened the door. “Come on. Let’s not keep your mom waiting.”

“Hailee,” My hand landed on hers as I closed the door. A new look grew on Hailee. One I had never seen before. She was mad. She was mad at me. “We’re not going to my mom’s.”

“What?! But you said- Why?!”

“I just said that because you didn’t seem like you were in a good headspace.” My hand peeled hers from the door.

She took a deep breath. I waited patiently for the flood gates, instead I got chuckles in my face. “It’s not that. It’s just- It’s stupid. Can we just for get about it please?”

She shook her head and started for the door again. I grabbed her chin and made her look me in the eyes. “Tell. Me.” The swirls of light brown and green now locked with mine. My safety net. My safehouse. My place. My home. Although something had shifted. Something on her face that I couldn’t quite read.

“I got nervous.” Her eyes danced between mine. “I… I have a crush.”

My eyebrows raised. “On Florence?”

“Yeaah.” Her voice fell unconfidently with shakiness in her single word. Nervousness? Embarrassment?

“Aww. Really?” My lip pouted out. “Aw, look at my baby gay with her first gay panic.” I pinched her cheek as she swatted my hand away. “Welcome to the Alphabet Mafia. I knew you’d join me eventually.” We shared at laugh as I opened the door. “We’re getting celebratory burgers! On me!” I skipped out as Hailee followed while shaking her head.

“Have you thought about telling your family?” I asked while driving Hailee home.

“Um, yeah. I think they’ll be fine with it.”

“Psh, yeah they will. They love you so much. I wouldn’t see why not. I’m just saying if you ever have any questions, you know you can talk to me right?” I took a flash look at her in the passenger seat. Her head looked out the window and her mind on someone else. My hand stretched over the console and onto her thigh. She slightly jumped at contact. “You really like this girl, huh?”

“I don’t know.” She mindlessly answered.

The car pulled into her driveway as I threw it park. “What else is bothering you?” My body leaned against the door.

“What? Nothing's bothering me.”

With my arms crossed over my chest, I gave her a look of really? “Hailee, I can read you like a children’s book. Stop holding back from me.”

“I actually- I don’t know.” She threw her head into the headrest. “What about coming out to the public? What if it’s just a phase or what if the press ruins the relationship or what if-?”

“Babe.” Her quick spew of words came to halt. “Fuck them. You only need to come out to the people you care about. If they truly care about you, then then will love you and Florence.” She bit her lip and looked out the window again. “Hey,” I squeezed her thigh. “You deserve to be happy. And if your happiness makes other people upset, then that’s on them. You’re not responsible for their emotions and feelings. Understand?” She nodded.

I got up and walked around the car. I opened her door and opened my arms. Her worried melted in my arms as I squeezed her tight. “Get some sleep. Don’t forget you’re picking me up tomorrow. I will see you the morning.” My hand slightly pushed on her waist as she peeled away. “The second one is the most important. Please don’t forget that one.” She giggled as we walked to her door. “There she is.” I sang as we stopped at her door. On my toes, I pecked a kiss on her cheek. “Goodnight, Haiz.”

“Goodnight. Text me when you get home.” She opened her door with the biggest smile.

“Will do.”

With coffee in hand and bag in the other, my feet trudged out to Hailee’s car. “Well good morning, sunshine.” Hailee said with her typical early bird smile.

“I will never understand how you’re so chipper this early in the morning. I seriously need a gallon of coffee to recover from the World War 3 going on between my body and my mind just to get out fo bed.” She laughed.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“Well you chose me so what does that make you?”

“Hmm...crazy.” I shrugged as I took a sip of my coffee.

“You said it, not me.” Hailee reached her hand over onto my thigh as we drove off. This was one of the things I loved about my friendship. She understood how much of a cuddly person I am because she was one too. I’ve never had a friendship like this before. But Haiz wasn’t like my other friends. She knew me on a deeper level than most people. She was my rock and I was hers

Flashback to five years ago

“Hi, I’m Hailee.” The taller girl looked down at me with a sweet smile.

“Hi. I’m y/n.” I smiled back. “Sorry. I’m a little nervous. This is my first big movie like this.”

She simply smiled back. She didn’t make fun of me or belittle me. Instead, she playfully threw her shoulder into me. “You’re gonna do amazing. I can feel it.”

My back straightened up with confidence. “You know what? No. We are gonna do amazing.” I offered her my hand as she quickly took it and we walked onto set.

“I can’t believe you’re dating Niall Horan!” We only met a couple days ago, but it felt like we met a lifetime ago.

“I can’t believe you’re dating Dove-” My hand flew over her mouth.

“Shhh.” My head on a swivel as I looked around for any witnesses. “I’m not out yet.”

“What does that mean?”

“Out?” She nodded. “Like I haven’t told anyone that I’m…” I checked my surroundings again. “That I’m lesbian.” My head dropped. “To anyone really… I mean beside to Dove. Of course.” My head quickly snapped back up to her. “I guess that makes you the second person.”

“Well, I’m very honored to be the second.” Her face beaming with a prideful smile.

“You…” My confidence felt faulty as my eyes wandered off. “You don’t have to pretend. I get it if it makes you feel uncomfortable and you don’t wanna be my friend anymore.”

“No! No. No at all! I mean, you’re happy and in love. What more could you ask for?”

The glimmer of hope and love in my eyes could be seen from space. “Thank you…”

“For what?”

"For not leaving me.”

“You’re stuck with me forever now.”

“You know, you’re my favorite person in the whole world, right?” I took in her side profile as a little grin formed.

“Yeah.” She squeeze my thigh. “Of course, I love hearing you say it, though.”

“Can you promise me something?” She stopped at a red light and nodded for me to continue. “Promise me that no matter what happens, no matter who you end up with that you’ll still be my best friend.”

“I promise.” My hand squeezed the back of hers. “You’re stuck with me forever.”

My smile started to get too big as I bit my lip. “I didn’t know you could read minds.” My happiness now pouring out through the redness of my cheeks. “I know, I don’t say this nearly enough, but thank you. You do so much for me. You’ve always been there for me. Through all the highs and lows. Through thick and thin. I can’t imagine where I’d be without you.”

“And I would do it all over again. I quite literally would do anything for you.” Her attention went back to the road as the light changed.

“I’d do anything for you too. You know, I’d even third wheel with you so you can go after yet another blonde brit.” I chuckled to myself. “Although this one is a significant upgrade.” The car was silent as Hailee was focused on the road ahead. Whatever would get her closer to her newfound love interest. I let her mind wander as I pulled out my phone.

Hailee pulled into the parking lot as she threw her car in park. “Love,” Hailee said as I hopped out of the car. “I need to tell you something.”

My legs cautiously got back in the passenger seat with the door close behind me. “Well, that’s always a fun conversation starter.”

“Look, I just need you to listen to me. Just- just don’t say anything, okay?” I nodded as she took a deep breath. “I lied.” My eyebrows furrowed at her. “I don’t have a crush on Florence.” I tried to control my facial expressions as she continued. “Actually, I don’t have a crush on anyone.” She’s lost me now. So she doesn’t like women? “I’m actually in love.” I released my breath and pouted my lip. “With you.” I blinked a few times as my brain tried to process the last two words. With me? They spun around in my head as I started to get lightheaded. “I just saw Florence checking you out and complimenting you and, I don’t know, this like feeling in my stomach. I was angry and sad and hurt. It’s all confusing. Just thinking about you being with Florence made me sick. Maybe I’m just being possessive, but no one could ever love you like I could. I mean, if you’ll let me or even remotely feel the same. I’m scared I may be ruining this amazing friendship we have, but fuck it. I want to be happy and in love with you.” Hailee took a deep breath after the spiel.

“Can I speak now?” She nodded cautiously. “Hailee Steinfeld, can I please take you on a date tonight?”

She smiled. “I would love that more than anything.”

#hailee steinfeld x reader #hailee steinfield x reader #hailee steinfeld #hawkeye #kate bishop #pitch perfect #emily junk

[ezm-imagines]

maybe it’s inevitable - eddie munson x reader

SUMMARY: You build up the courage to finally ask Eddie on a date! Buuut he thinks you’re just trying to buy drugs. 😬

TAGS: eddie munson x fem!cheerleader!reader,  angst to fluff, Eddie is an idiot who doesn’t believe you’d ask him out, pining, no season spoilees!

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

[ EDDIE’S POV (Part Two) ]

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Y/N POV

It was just like any other normal day at Hawkins High. You were sitting with Chrissy and all your friends, but yet again staring hopelessly at the Hellfire table. Well, not quite the whole table…

“You’re so gone for him,” Chrissy laughed, her ponytail swishing behind her.

You wish you could argue, but she’s so right.

“I know,” you mumbled.

“So! Ask him out!”

“I don’t know, Chriss. I don’t think he’d agree. He hates cheerleaders.”

“No way! You’re always telling me you think he’s way sweeter than he looks. If he’s so sweet, then he totally wouldn’t judge you like that. Just try it, Y/N! Maybe he’ll give you a chance…”

“I don’t know—“

“Honey, you’re literally the prettiest girl in this whole school. If he doesn’t get over his crap enough to go out with you, then he’s delusional and blind and dumb.”

You gave your friend a small smile.

“So go ask him out already so I don’t have to watch you keep pining across the room for him,” she pushed you slightly. You sighed, but decided maybe she was right.

It was nearing the end of the school year after all, and Eddie and you both were about to graduate. You didn’t have a lot of time. Besides, if it went poorly, that only meant an awkward couple months of avoiding him. You could do this. You took a deep breath and stood up.

“Yes! You got this!” Chrissy cheered.

You rubbed your hands together nervously as you approached his table.

Several other Hellfire members caught your arrival, staring up at you with wide eyes and gaping mouths. You watched them all start whispering to each other frantically. Oh God. You dug your nails into your hand to force yourself not to turn and run.

Just do it just do it just do it.

“Hey!” You gave your best attempt at a smile as you sat down next to Eddie. It was hard to smile when you could feel the lunch you just ate rising back up your stomach from the nerves.

“Hi.” His eyes bore through you, waiting for what you wanted. You looked down at your sleeves. His eyes were your fucking kryptonite. The only way you’d get through this would be to not look at him.

“Uh… you wanna…” you ran your thumb nails together, “maybe… meet up this Saturday?” You manage. There. It’s out. You did it. You look up finally, catching his gaze.

Fifty emotions flicker through Eddie’s brown eyes but the one he settles on is… disappointment?

You felt your heart shatter in your chest.

“Uh. Yeah. Sure.”

“Oh, we don’t have to,” you say, already trying to back out. Clearly he’s not interested, and you really don’t want his pity.

“No, no, we… can,” he decided, “Uh. My place? … Or we could meet in the—“

“No! Your place is fine! Uh, how’s 6 sound?”

He just nodded, the sad frown not leaving his face.

You nodded back, “Cool. See you then.”

You didn’t even wait for his response before you returned to your table, feeling utterly miserable.

“So! What did he say?!” Chrissy asked, tugging at your hand as you approached the seat. Your desire to vomit only doubled.

“He… he agreed…” you mumbled.

Chrissy frowned, “Then what’s wrong?”

“He doesn’t sound at all interested.”

“What?” Chrissy turned back to his table, but Eddie was already getting up and leaving the lunch room. “How can he not like you, Y/N?”

“He probably likes somebody else. Which is fine, I just… wish he wouldn’t agree to pity me. That’s so much worse than a rejection.”

“Hey,” Chrissy put her hand on your shoulder, “Maybe it’s just an off day for him, you know? Maybe something happened. Go on the date, and maybe it’ll all work out!”

You looked at her, at her blind encouraging optimism, and gave a small smile, “Okay, Chrissy.” You took a deep breath, “I hope you’re right...”

~~~

You stood, shifting your weight back and forth in the grass.

You had dressed up. Weeks before you’d even built the courage to ask Eddie, you’d thought all about how, for your first date, you were gonna wear your newest white sweater with your favorite light blue skirt, matching the color of your manicured nails. You’d felt so pretty when you’d thought about it in your head. You felt stupid now, standing in front of his trailer in your dumb little clothes, hoping that Eddie freaking Munson would think you were pretty. What were you doing?

You knocked on his door anyway, already resigned to this going poorly.

Eddie opened the door to you, and for a moment, you saw his eyes light up.

Your heart surged. Maybe Chrissy was right!

His eyes tracked you up and down for a moment before returning to your face, and his joy left again.

Jesus, he really was in love with someone else then. Maybe you should just turn around and go home…

“Hi,” he said.

“Hey,” you replied, unable to prevent a small smile. He was just so pretty. You couldn’t help it but smile when you saw him. Even if he was never gonna be yours.

“Come on in,” he nodded his head, and you followed him in.

Your eyes feasted on everything around you. It was all soo him. You couldn’t say you knew all that much about it, but it just felt like it fit. Maybe it was worth it to come here just to learn just this much more about him. God, you were so painfully in love with this boy.

“So, what party?” he asked.

“Huh?” your eyes peeled from his decor and towards him.

“What party are you going to tonight?” He repeated. He wasn’t even fucking facing you. He was digging through a drawer. Jesus Christ. This was pathetic of you. A whole new low to your dating life. And you’d dated some really douchey jocks before…

“Uh. No party…?” You answered.

“I’m not gonna show up, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he joked, though there was no humor there.

Who was this guy? You thought you had a good understanding of him, albeit from afar. But here, he seemed nothing like the guy you thought you knew. Or rather, he seemed exactly like the guy everyone else thought he was. You had just thought he was secretly different. Talk about pathetic...

“I’m not lying,” you frowned, “Why would I lie?”

Eddie stopped rummaging through the drawer for a moment to look at you. His eyes drifted down to your outfit again and he frowned, then returning back to his drawer.

You hugged your sweater around you tighter. Jesus, you didn’t think he’d be so judgmental. The jocks were, but you thought that Eddie Munson of all people would be better than that. 

You had been right. He thought your outfit was dumb. He thought you were dumb— not even worth looking at. Or maybe this was just his sick way of being mean to someone who associated with people who were so mean to him. 

You felt your eyes begin to sting with tears. You should just run out the front door and never look back.

But you couldn’t just yet. You wanted answers.

“Am I not good enough for you? Is that it?” you spoke up, willing yourself to channel the anger and not the crushing heartbreak, “Some backwards retribution for what the guys put you through? Or is it someone else?” You brushed away a tear as he turned toward you, hoping he wouldn’t notice you crying.

His eyes were wide with confusion when they met yours.

“Uh,” he replied, completely lost and alarmed, “I was gonna give you a half ounce for $20? That seems fair to me…?”

You blinked, your tears halting immediately, “What?” you asked quietly.

His eyes shifted down to his hands. He was holding a little baggie of weed. His eyes shifted back up to you, “What???”

You laughed a bit, wiping your tears away, “Eddie,” you let out, “Eddie, I’m not here for drugs.”

Eddie cocked his head slightly, confused.

“I was asking…” you laughed more. It wasn’t funny, but you were so fucking relieved that at least some of his behavior had been a misunderstanding, “I was asking you to go on a date with me.”

“You…” he replied slowly, “you were… asking me… on a date…?”

You nodded, nervous butterflies springing back into your chest.

“And… not a date as a way to get drugs?” He questioned.

You shook your head, “I don’t even do drugs, Eddie.”

Eddie set the weed on the dresser and put his other hand up to rub his forehead, “You’re serious?”

You frowned, worry coloring your face as you felt your eyes prickle again, “Um. If it’s… if it’s so ridiculous to you that I’m interested in you, you could just say that. I know your whole M.O. is, like, anti-cheerleader. So, if you don’t want to date me, I can just g—“

“Woah, woah, I never said that.”

You blinked up at him.

“I’m… just trying to process that the queen of Hawkins high is… asking me on a date. You do know who I am, right?”

“Um, well, that is kind of the whole point of going on a date with someone. To learn about who they are…” You teased, hoping this was putting you on lighter ground. He didn’t seem… uninterested at least.

The teasing worked, because suddenly he was blinding you with a grin.

He crossed his arms and squinted at you, grinning wider, “So you LIKE me?”

“Eddie! Answer me!”

“I’m sorry! Sorry! Obviously, obviously I want to date you. I’m not entirely sure what you think you’re getting out of this situation, and I know you’re gonna get sick of me really quick, but if you’re willing to low ball yourself to my—“

“Eddie,” you repeated, putting a hand on your hip.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Just shut up,” you told him.

He grinned like a fucking cat, stepping toward you, “See? Told ya you’d get tired of me quickly.”

You scoffed, “Ed—“

He took your face in his hands and kissed you. And oh, god, maybe the constant desire to hurl yourself into a black hole all week was worth it because Jesus Christ his lips were soft and he was holding you like you were precious and like you were his.

You pulled away eventually, breathless and laughing as you leaned your forehead on his.

His face dropped to a look of horror in an instant, and you were back to feeling deeply ill. Oh, fuck, did he not like the kiss? How could it possibly keep getting worse?!?

“Oh my god, I’ve been so rude to you this week!”

You exhaled, relieved that was what he was worked up about.

“It’s okay,” you assured.

“It most certainly is not!”

“Eddie--“

“If anyone else treated the girl I was dating like that and made her cry, I would literally go kick their teeth in.”

You giggled, “As admirable as that is, I prefer your teeth as they are.”

“Okay, then think of something else. Anything. You name it.”

“Go on a real date with me?”

“That’s a reward, not a punishment.”

“Go on a real date with me to the movies and buy my body’s weight worth of popcorn for me?”

He grinned, “Atta girl.”

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[ EDDIE’S POV ]

A/N: Hi hi hi hi!!!!!

Please please please comment all ur thoughts below! I’m obsessed with this boy so much let’s talk about himmmmm.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson reader insert #eddie munson x cheerleader!reader #eddie munson x cheerleader #cheerleader #stranger things imagine #stranger things s4 imagine #stranger things 4 #stranger things season 4 #eddie x cheerleader!reader

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

CAN YOU DO BSD BOYS HAVING A S/O WHO IS CHILDISH AND SARCASTIC BUUUT THEIR S/O IS SECRETLY HAS FRAGILE PERSONALITY AND OVERTHINKS? ONLY IF YOU ARE COMFORTABLE AND HAVE TIME THO 😭😭 . (I'M SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS REQUEST BECAUSE EVERY POST OF YOURS IS PIECE. OF. ART.) SKSKJSKSNSLWK

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬

headcanon: Who knew that even the boldest overthinks? ft: Dazai, Chuuya and Ranpo

MASTERLIST

Dazai

He was onto the traditional method of suicide, the typical jumping off the roof. Unfortunately for him yet again, someone had to interrupt him. "Oh look its you Y/N!" Dazai comments, laughing as he stood on the hard ground. Shaking your head, you just pinched him on his arm as you drag him back to the ADA office.

"Are you out of your mind Dazai? Oh wait you don't even have the audiency to ow-"

"It hurts Y/NNNNN" Dazai comments, as he rubs the spot where you previously held his arm.

'Did I pinch him to hard? Oh fuck, is he hurt? what if-'

Almost thinking, Dazai wrap his arms around you as he laughs out loud, burying his head on your shoulders. "I was joking Y/NNN". You look at Dazai, as you hold his face, before pouting and holding a childish frown on you face, clearly disappointed. You were about to turn you head away before Dazai holds your face with his hands staring at your eyes before kissing your forehead.

"Why do you keep saving me?"

"Oh I don't know? But that wasn't clearly in my job description"

Chuuya

It was one of those occasions where you would wake up earlier then Chuuya, as you would walk outside the room to see the mess you created last night. You both had been through a really messed up mission and Chuuya being Chuuya, thought too get drunk.

Guess it was you turn today to make breakfast today.

"Morning" Chuuya says, rubbing his eyes while walking towards the dining table seating himself while he half sleep watches you make breakfast. "Oh? is that Chuuya speaking to me or is it Mr bonnie lass am speaking with?" You said jokingly, as you place two plates of breakfast in front of you.

"Seriously Y/N? Its to early for this" He says while trying to stay awake, his body yet to fully sober up. "Early? Its 10 am in the morning...Mr bonnie lass wouldn't act like that" you joked, while drinking the cup of coffee. missing the blush that had formed on her lover's face.

There was an awkward silence after that. 'did I do something wrong? did i cross the limit?'. You look down at the table before giving a sigh, letting the overthinking thoughts consume you, but before it could you hear him speak,

"The breakfast was delicious Y/N"

You look up to reach his eye level, his head tilted on one of his hands, as he gave you a grin something you could never tired off. "Oh really? glad to know"

"You should make breakfast everyday you know?," he says, before walking over and giving you a kiss on forehead before walking towards the sink to rinse the plates.

"No thanks, besides you look cute in aprons. Any who would wanna miss checking you out wearing that?"

Ranpo

"Ranpo! You cant keep eating candies forever!" You commented as you snatch the snacks he held in his hands, before keeping it away on the top shelf, "Geez, How come you haven't gotten diabetes yet from eating so much candies".

Yeah, that was the last time you talked to Ranpo. He had quite been ignoring you at the agency, turning his head away each time you came in his view pounding and secretly throwing a tantrum inside. You on the other hand, just couldn't figure out why he was ignoring you. You both never fought, and infact Ranpo was a type of person who would never try get separate from you. He carved for physical affection, and when he didn't it got you concerned. Was it your fault? Did you do something wrong? Will this become the reason that you and him drift apart? You didn't know.

"Ranpo," You spoke, your arms wide open as you take a step towards him, a little guilty and unsure how he would react. He is mad isn't it? "Did I do something wrong?...Please tell me"

Ranpo seemed to catch your emotions before viewing your arms, he dived into the hug whining and complaining, "Y/NNN you never gave me my candy back, I wanted to finish it"

Oh? So that was the reason he refused to talk to you?

"You are a big baby you know that?" You said, as you reached the cabinet and give him the sweet snack back, only for him to beam brightly and start eating again. You look at him, shaking your head wondering if your boyfriend was a 26 year grown old man or a 6 year old child.

I had the idea to bullet them all, now I dont even know if I wrote a headcanon or a drabble. (ps tysm love😭, your words mean a lot :D srry for the wait)

#dazai x reader #bsd headcanons #bungo stray dogs #dazai osamu #dazai hcs #dazai fluff #bungou stray dogs #bungou sd #bsd dazai #bungo stray dogs dazai #bungo stray dogs headcanons #dazai #osamu dazai #dazaibsd #chuuyabsd #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs chuuya #bsd headcanons dazai #chuuya x reader #bsd headcanon #ranpo x reader #ranpo bsd #ranpo edogawa #bsd #bsd x reader #requests to sbd

[twitteringthings]

Chapter 56 - Second Spoiler Analysis

Okay everyone, my gears have been TURNING and GRINDING. So, I am going to analyze the shit out of this second spoiler because why not throw caution to the wind and come up with the most bizarre predictions 2 days before the new release?! Beware!! lol XD

My thoughts are under the cut!!

Body Language!

As far as I know, we haven't seen D hold Y in this position before, it's protective and provocative at the same time. Idk, looks like D's staking his claim to me...And trying to provoke something from Y. Confession? Truth? Desire?

D still has all of his clothing on, he hasn't even taken off his gloves, what this says to me is that Y probably said some snarky shit and D couldn't take it anymore? But Hoooowwww did they get from the couch to here?! I'm assuming Yashiro tried to walk away from and dismiss Doumeki AGAIN, but he said 'NOOPEE, not this timeeee."

Yashiro is obviously nervous/stunned/literally backed into a corner. So, I assume we are at the point where D gives Y another ultimatum? ORR he's provoking him with his words? "Why did you want me instead of Kamiya?" "I know you only respond to my touch" "You know you want this" "Why do you hold yourself back with me" "I know" "Yashiro-San, do you actually have feelings for me?" LOL I'm spit balling here!

Y isn't looking D in his eyes (he's looking down), almost like he can't face the TRUTH of his emotions. Maybe that's what D is trying to probe out of him here.

Not a prediction buuut...Look at D's hand on Y's ass! :0 Anyone else getting hot/nervous?

I really think D is asking Y a question here, his mouth is open slightly and Yashiro is sweating and looking down as if he's trying to find the "right" (shit to say that won't give his feelings away) thing to say.

Yashiro's right hand is slightly raised, will he touch D? Put his hand on his chest? Caress his scar?? I'm going to explode, it's not safe for me to run away with my thoughts like this LMAO.

What Could D Be Saying?!

I honestly think he is either bringing up past situations he realized that were acts of care/desire from Y or telling Y that he knows about his impotency/true feelings.

"What you said about me to Tsukanawa was a lie, you threw me away because you couldn't handle falling in love." AHHH IDK IDK!

"Tell me you want this - tell me you want me, and I'm yours." HAHAHHAGSUGAHSGSHA

"Are you still afraid of me - to be with me?"

Who knows at this point?

Final Thoughts

First, Disclaimer: I could be wrong about literally everything here, but what can I say? I like to get my own hopes up! These are just my humble opinions and hopes that I share about my favorite love story <3

I think the confession is upon us. Unless Kamiya interrupts again, if that happens, I will break the fourth wall myself and tie him up in my basement. Or if Nana calls...but it's the middle of the night so I doubt either things will occur. Anyway, I think this is the chapter we will see Y take what he wants, and his walls totally crumble. Who knows, he may even cry again but this time he will allow Doumeki to comfort him. Will Yashiro make love to the Doumeki from all those years ago? Will Doumkei finally take off his pants?! Will Yashiro touch Doumeki? Whatever happens, I'm just happy to be here, lol.

It's so fun predicting Yoneda-Sensei's next move, I'm terribly thrilled for whatever is in store!!

#saezuru spoilers #saezuru tori wa habatakanai #saezuru #twittering birds never fly #yashiro #doumeki x yashiro #manga #yaoi bl #doumeki chikara #yaoi #yaoi manga #saezuru fandom #saezuru feels

[bloodyhell-lucifer]

Change | Toto Wolff

Pairing: Toto Wolff x fem!reader

Summary: You and Toto are in a fresh relationship valuing your privacy. What will happen if Toto suddenly decides that he wants your relationship go to the public level?

Warnings: age gap… and my bad English;)

Notes: OMG I haven’t posted anything here for a longe time… I was scared that I forgot how to write buuut let me just tell you that Torger Wolff has my heart… so I decided to write something for my Toto’s girls

It’s pure fiction, Susie has my heart too

You were dating Toto for a few months now. Your relationship was still somehow new for you after these few months and Toto suggested some time ago that it would be better to keep it private for obvious reasons. You were still getting to know each other and didn’t want media to disturb your private life. You thought it would be okey since you were going to university and Toto didn’t want you to be overwhelmed with paparazzi and fans. Toto valued the most your physical comfort and your space. He wanted you to take your time in this. That’s what you thought till now. You were having a lunch break, siting with your friend Liz and Toto sent you a message.

From: Toto❤️

Hi princess, how’s your day?

To: Toto❤️

Hiii, I think okey, but a lot of work to do and exams as always, just a little bit stressed, might need a big hug from you

From: Toto❤️

I think I have a solution for that. What about I pick you up and we can have a nice ride to my place to order some food and watch a film? I finished early today:)

You froze. Your heartbeat got faster and your eyes got wider. Did he really just sent this message to you or were you dreaming?

“Are you okey?” Liz asked seeing your shocked posture.

“I think I’m not now.” you showed Liz your messages with Toto since she was the only one from your group of friends that knew about you and the Austrian man.

“What I’m suppose to do right now?” you whispered to her.

“I think accept the offer because you are one lucky girl to have him and he’s lucky to have you” she said looking at you like you were an alien.

“But I don’t know, does he really want to make us go public? We were talking about it a few months ago to just wait and look how the situation will go but maybe he’s changed his mind… but still it’ll change everything.”

“Don’t be stupid. It means that he’s ready to show the world that you’re his. It’s nothing wrong with this.” she grabbed your arm and looked you in the eyes. “But if you’re not ready it’s also okey. Take your time.”

“I think I’m ready but does he know what he’s doing? It will change literally everything. The world will know, media, fans. I see newspapers headlines ‘The team principal of Mercedes AMG Petronas Formula 1 Team dating a uni girl’. It sounds ridiculous” you covered your face with your hands and took a deep breath.

“I already told you. Don’t panic. Sooner or later it would happen. It means that he’s taking you and your relationship serious. He wants to make a big move. Media and fans are just the bonus that you have to face. That’s all.”

“I guess you’re right. I’ll text him.”

To: Toto❤️

It would be awesome, but are you sure you want to take the next step?

From: Toto❤️

If I didn’t be sure I wouldn’t ask you this question shatz. I love you and I want the world to know that you’re mine;)

To: Toto❤️

You’re right. I just panicked. I love you 2

From: Toto❤️

I’ll be waiting for you at 3 pm at the parking lot;)

The rest of the lectures were almost finished and you couldn’t focus on anything than Toto waiting for you outside the building. How would it change your relationship? Will it be tough to keep up with everything? How fans will react to Toto dating a young girl going to uni?

In the hallway you could hear random voices. “Did you see that Mercedes standing in our parking lot? I don't know who it belongs to but someone’s daddy’s rich.”

“Are you with me Y/N?” Liz asked when you were heading to the exit of your uni.

“Yeah, sorry. My stress is getting everything from me. What were you saying?

“I said don’t think about it too much. You torment yourself. It will be alright.” she squeezed your hand and gave you a small smile.

You were outside. The sun shined brightly on your face, so you had to adjust your eyesight and put a hand over your forehead to look around. There he is. Leaning on passenger door of his black Mercedes AMG smiling from ear to ear. He was wearing a white, plane button up, which was weirdly for you to see because you got used to see him in his sponsors Mercedes shirt for quite a while. It was a good change to see but not gonna lie he would look sexy in anything. Black dress pants were a must for him as always. People already were coming to him asking for a photos. You squeezed through mini queue that was already forming and some girl pushed through you making you almost fall.

“Look how you walk bitch. Someone wants to take a photo with this delicious man.” The blond girl said pushing through the crowd smiling devilishly, phone in her hand waving it.

You sighed and made your way to him hearing people talk and scream. You got pushed again by the same girl and nobody was ahead of you. You though that you gonna make a contact with the ground but someone’s strong arms caught your frame and stood you straight.

“Hi schatz” deep Austrian accent caught your attention.

„Hello love” you said finally looking at him. His smile was so big that his little wrinkles around his bright eyes were visible. He had his hands on your waist keeping you close and away from falling.

People started getting louder and cheering you up, having their phones in the air recording the whole thing, screaming “KISS, KISS, KISS”.

“Maybe we should give them a show?” Toto leaned closer to you, whispering in your ear.

“If that’s what you want” you laughed, going on your tippy toes, placing your hand around his neck. Toto’s face got closer to yours and his lips made contact with yours enveloping them in a deep kiss. His big hands cupped your cheeks as your lips were working magic together as you were made for each other. You fast enough were out of breath and needed some air. You step aside from him smiling widely, hiding your face in his shirt. He placed his face on top of your head, hiding himself in your hair, laughing.

Toto took couple photos with fans, answering their question about your relationship. In 10 minutes there was a lot of a crowd then and you needed to go.

“Thank you all but now I’m gonna go spend time with my girl.” Austrian man said waving goodbye to them. As you wanted to go and open door to the passenger seat, you heard a familiar girl’s voice.

“But Toto I haven’t got my picture yet.” She screamed waving her hands in the air. You turned around and it was your turn to respond.

“Maybe if I allow you, you’ll have it next time.” you said as Toto came your way and opened door to the car for you, you smiling to him as a ‘thank you’.

Toto came around the car and sat next to you, driving away through the ton of people. As soon as you left the parking lot you knew that he would make a remark.

“I didn’t know you were such a badass” he said with his Austrian accent, making you laugh.

“Oh please, maybe you don’t know me at all” you said smiling to yourself looking down at your hands.

“You know I love it.” He placed his one hand on your thigh, giving it a firm squeeze which made you shiver.

The rest of the drive went in comfort silence between you two. In 20 minutes you were at his place. Toto’s house always made you in awe. You were here so many times but you couldn’t get used to it. Toto went around the car to open door for you and offered his hand to you, which you accepted.

“Take my keys and please make yourself at home as always” he said giving your cheek a kiss. “I’ll park at the garage and we can order anything that you want.”

“Okey, I’ll think of something” you went to the door opening them and making your way inside.

You took off your snickers and made your way to the living room to the big sofa that stood across the small coffee table. You laid down sighing looking at the ceiling. You grabbed the tv remote and played “Pirates of the caribbean”. You heard front door open and Toto coming to you in mere seconds taking his seat next to you. You laid your head on his thighs as his hand made his way to your arm caressing it gently.

“I see you picked a film already” the tall man laughed as he knew what would you choose.

“You know it’s my all time favourite movie Torger, don’t act surprised” you smacked his leg in a playful manner.

“Okey, okey.” He raised his hands in the act of surrender. “What do we eat?”

“It won’t be something spectacular but maybe KFC?”

“I’ll order it right now.” He stood from the sofa and made a quick phone call.

After an hour you were laying down cuddled with each other on the sofa after eating your meal. You had your head on his chest listening to his steady heart beat as his hands laid on your back, making patterns, which made you calm and relaxed.

“You know as soon as you suggested that you would be picking me up I was so scared. I didn’t know we will make it official today” you confessed.

“I thought about it for quite some time if I’m being honest. The thought that I can’t take you with me to the races or simply hug you in public and hold your hand... it made me frustrated. I hope you’re okay with what has happened today. I don’t want to rush you or anything like that my love.” He hugged you tighter like he was scared that you would run away any second.

“No, not at all. After all I’m glad that I agreed. I think it would do us good and it’s an amazing change.” You leaned closer to his face and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

“As long as you’re happy I’m happy schatzi. Let’s see where time will bring us next, but for now enjoy the nice evening that we have.”

#toto wolff imagines #toto wolff smut #toto wolff x reader #toto wolff x you #f1 imagines #toto wolff one shot #mercedes amg f1 #toto wolff #f1 fandom #formula 1 imagine #formula one imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 fanfiction #f1 oneshot

[marley-manson]

Doctor Winchester Mr Hyde is genuinely a pretty great episode.

Loved Hawkeye telling Winchester he's been there and it sucks, love him showing concern for Charles multiple times and being particularly joke-free about it in the ending tag, love Charles asking him to proofread a paper lol. Loooove Hawkeye's fear of mice and especially love him basically showing off that fear when he asks to pet Daisy for luck in front of the marines and makes a show of cringing. And BJ automatically doing the thing certain people do when they find out you're scared of something and shove it in your face to make you freak out lmao, that's exactly correct for him.

Charles demanding Radar go fetch his opera glasses when he's about to dose the mouse, and then in the next scene he actually is watching the race through binoculars was an amazing detail lol.

Also I overall liked the way Charles taking speed was handled - the ending was a little DARE-esque ofc, but generally it was a pretty light and funny touch. Klinger directly asking for them (with 0 narrative condemnation) only for Charles to condescend and then take them himself was great, as was this exchange between them: "Do you want extreme depression, chronic fatigue?" "I already got those!" a+

The drugs actually helping Charles for a while was solid and there was little in the way of overtly impared behaviour which I like - more sold by little details, like Hawkeye mentioning that Charles' 27 page paper seems to be all one sentence.

First mention of Honoria is her marrying 2 dudes in succession and getting ostracized from the family which doesn't seem to fit later mentions unless she divorced second dude and was welcomed back, which tbf isn't implausible lol. Though I don't really remember, so maybe it's possible that Honoria is the family black sheep and only Charles remains in touch with her, which would be interesting.

Last time I watched I had the minor complaint that Hawkeye and co admit to the marines that their mouse was on speed and I considered that annoying when My Hawkeye(TM) happily cheats to win competitions against random army guys ie Requiem for a Lightweight - buuut to be fair to the episode he did say they should "give the marines their money back while we're still alive" suggesting he thinks they might find out they were cheated? I don't see how lol, and it's still a little too moralistic cheating is wrong-esque for me, but I'll accept it as an explanation that keeps Hawkeye ic for me.

Anyway yeah, solidly written, good dialogue, good character moments, little oasis in this chunk of season 6.

#mash #marley on mash #mash s6

[saevus-brutalis]

last art this year

was supposed to be for pride month but— ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒.

some lore surrounding these two that is too long overdue but 🤷‍♂️

not as detailed and rambly as i’d like it to be, but i’m really burned out and i’m trying to get back to it🧍‍♂️

nevermind it’s pretty rambly lol

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

all the way back in 2038 Vincent and Ray, after dating for around two years, agreed to leave California together on august 21st — Ragan’s birthday; it was supposed to be his birthday gift of sorts, a start of a new chapter, new life;

buuut Vince, being a little shit teenager, got cold feet (in Ray’s eyes, Vince always justified that as being rational) and ditched him last minute, not showing up in their agreed spot, making Ragan leave on his own after hours of waiting.

this caused Ray to despite his own birthdate, it always reminding him of the heartbreak and betrayal. 🧍‍♂️

Vincent has felt guilty ever since, but firmly believed it was the right choice. he was never fit to live a nomadic lifestyle at such a young age.

four decades later their paths cross again and a long healing journey ensues.

so now this date is pretty bittersweet to both of them 🧍‍♂️ but it gets better overtime

basically right person, wrong time

although i think if they did ran away together then, it wouldn’t have ended good at all 🤷‍♂️ with Vince still being pretty immature emotionally, still struggling with some inner personal things (family stuff, internalized homophobia, etc.) and not familiar with the nomadic culture and ways of living. they’d probably get in bad fights more and more as the time would go on, and eventually split. Vince would’ve decided to go back to Night City probably (if he ever would make it back) and they’d never end up back together has they met in the future.

their separation allowed them to grow and mature on their own, in their own familiar environments, experience different things, and after they met again, after all those years, they put their feelings and mutual attraction to the test

and it turned out they still want each other even with all the imperfections 🧍‍♂️(i’m not crying you are) they could lie all they want but their brain chemistry couldn’t. Vincent never loved someone they way he loved Ragan, and Ray never quite felt the same way with anyone else like he felt with Vince. there was always something missing, something not quite right. and while they could tell each other they’re looking for something too far out of their reach, that they’re looking for a too perfect partner, in reality they always just wanted each other 🧍‍♂️

they still have a lot to work on together in their relationship, but now that they’re too old for teenage fights and too tired for heartbreaks, they make compromises and their fights make their bond and their understanding of one another stronger 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

like we acknowledge that Vince did a shitty thing by ghosting Ray, going no contact and being a puss, too scared to man up, and tell him face to face ‘hey i can’t go, this type of thing ain’t for me’. he didn’t want to acknowledge that, saying that out loud, or even in his mind, would make that real and that scared him. he was definitely a teen who’d rather avoid doing something he wasn’t comfortable with to not experience the uncomfortable feelings altogether. the avoidant type we all know and love 🧍‍♂️

and yet Ray still chose to love him 🧍‍♂️ he’s definitely like ‘this man’s trash but he’s *my* trash’. Vince gets better eventually after Ray finally gets through his thick ass skull.

but also i’m not gonna sit here and say Ragan fixed Vince coz that wasn’t the case 🤷‍♂️ this is not a ‘i’m gonna fix him’ type of situation. Ragan wasn’t and isn’t perfect either, his perspective was kinda askew as well; can’t quite describe it as i haven’t psychoanalyzed him as much as Vincent but they’re both flawed, make mistakes left and right and learn from that (sooner or later) like human beings 🧍‍♂️

but in the end they’re just old men in love

#lore alert 🗣️ lore alert 🗣️ #you know i had to sprinkle some angst into their relationship #they heal i promise #i play with them like barbie dolls #they get a happy ending i swear #vince gets to spend holidays and new years in italy with ray’s family #and they eventually leave california to go live on a ranch somewhere remote #lore: ragan #lore: vincent e. vahn #oc: vincent elijah vahn #oc: ragan ray vanzetti #saevus-brutalis art #saevus brutalis #saevus brutalis art #brut art #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 oc #cyberpunk oc #male v #cyberpunk 2077 male v #cyberpunk v

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what kind of flowers would satoru give u on valentines? how about suguru?

ANON…. what a cute question 🥺🥺🥺🥺 this was soooooo fun to think about……. our baby boys and their gift giving ways………..

ultimately!!! i think satoru would go for flowers that remind him of you (or just your faves / something classic), while suguru would put a lot more thought into symbolism!! he’s a flower boy to me :33 buuut if we’re being more specific…..

my spontaneous thoughts (<- this is a lie i spent like half an hour choosing these) are as follows!! as you can tell i got carried away instantly <33

satoru’s picks:

(pink) roses the classic choice!! it’s what’s on sale, what everyone recommends, so he just goes for it. HOWEVER!! he doesn’t wanna be too basic so he goes for a nice pink instead of the classic red :33 might even go for yellow roses because i firmly believe he’d associate that colour with you. the sunshine of his silly little life !! if he finds out that yellow roses symbolize friendship he’s going back to pink though LMAOO he’ll apologize for friendzoning you too as if he doesn’t regularly call you his bestie …. silly man. i just know he’d get the biggest bouquet of these ever too <33 a whole delivery of roses that completely block your front door so you’re kinda… stuck. with him & his love. lucky you !!

sunflowers kinda goes back to the forementioned point but i just feel like satoru views you as his sun :((( so when he discovers a fresh field of sunflowers he’s like !!!! wow !!!!! wowowow !!!!!! and buys a whole bunch immediately. he’ll be carrying as many sunflowers as he physically can, cradled by his long ass arms, bringing them to you with a big smile on his face <333 they end up reminding you more of him than anything because he’s just beaming when he gives them to you …. sunny sunshine man ,…… and that makes you love them so much more . you never tell him the reason why you suddenly adore sunflowers so much because that would be embarrassing + inflate his ego he would cry a little bit

lillies SENTIMENTAL SATORU HAS JOINED THE CHAT i just think he’s sort of drawn to lillies!! :< like i don’t necessarily think he’d be interested in the symbolism, lillies being associated with purity and whatnot — i think he’s just kind of mesmerized by them. their petals are silky and they smell so sweet and somehow he feels a little sappy to be carrying a bouquet of them around. nostalgic maybe; a little soft. like he’s your husband. even if you aren’t even close to that stage yet… (lillies can also symbolize commitment, which… yk). i just think it makes him feel oddly vulnerable LMAO he’s a loser. gives them to you with a soft smile and a kiss to your forehead <333 he thinks they look right at home in your arms.

suguru’s picks:

roses can’t go wrong with a classic!!! this is his spontaneous choice. the symbolism is obvious, and i think he just. likes the idea of being a rose guy yk… 😭😭 the kinda guy who gives you roses for every single special date !! makes sure there’s always a fresh bouquet waiting for you :33 personally i think he’s a basic bitch but he will continue to buy roses for you unless you tell him otherwise like he’s Very adamant abt it. true love!!! they symbolize true love!!! what else could he give to you? what else is there to say? he wants you to feel loved and special and when he can’t verbalize his love properly he knows the roses in his arms will do the talking for him <333 i think that in the beginning of your relationship your apartment is constantly smelling of roses because of this.. after a while he starts to chill out a bit and gives you other flowers, but you’ll never quite be rid of that floral scent.

camellias this is where he starts to get more creative. maybe satoru calls him basic or boring for always buying roses and suguru huffs and tells him to shut up but it still ends up bugging him LMAO… so !! he does his flower research <333 i firmly believe he would buy a whole book on flower symbolism JUST so he could pick out the most fitting bouquets for you.. he won’t tell you what they mean, though. just gives you a very fond, secretive look when you ask <333 (if you ever figure it out and he gets to see your cute blushing face, then that’s just a nice little bonus.) but yes!!!! camellias!!! a symbol of love and passion and inner strenght. i think he gives them to you with a sentiment of you being his inner strenght…. the reason he’s made it this far. camellias are also said to represent eternal love / everlasting devotion, because the calyx and the petals of a camellia always fall together… and i just think he’s weak for that. he’s like. that’s Us baby <33 but he doesn’t actually say it because that would ruin the subtlety of it all yk?? silly pretentious man…

forget-me-nots he’s a sentimentalist <333 i think i just associate him a lot with forget-me-nots bUT it feels very suguru to give you the most blatantly symbolic flowers he can find :’3 he’d give them to you in a small bouquet, but brimming with sooo many feelings and thoughts. the most obvious one is ”don’t forget me,” but i think he’d see it more as a symbol of trust and gratitude. and his own promise to never let you slip from his fingers or take you for granted :(( forget-me-nots symbolize both true love & devotion and i think that’s all suguru really wants to convey to you!! he’s in love, he’s devoted, you’re burrowed your way so far into his life that he knows he’ll never be able to forget you. and he wants you to know. probably makes it a habit to get you these for every truly special occasion because he never wants you to forget how loyal he is to you. sap

#i think suguru would be more inclined to gift u flowers overall!! he strikes me as a classic romantic #while satoru would probably only do it because he saw everyone else doing it.. or if you just happened to rlly love flowers!! #i just dont think he cares as much as suguru does abt romantic norms yk?? if u really really liked . idk. rocks or some shit #then i think satoru would get u a big bag of pretty rocks for valentines …. #he only cares abt what u want!! #and suguru too ofc but i think he’d make it a point to always get u the classic flower + chocolates + plushie combo .. #and then add ur personal preferences on top of that #they’re perfect and i love them :< #THIS WAS SOOO FUN TO THINK ABT TYSM ANON <333 #ask tag ✩

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Loving the Dave York apologies all day every day obvi ✌️…now consider this your invitation for a teeny tiny jack rant? One headcanon you can’t live without?

Oh god you just opened pandora's box because my rant about the movie doesn't end with Jack it's for the entirety of Kingsman 2

buuut I'll just keep my rant limited to Jack. Spoiler alert, I'm a jack apologist as well, fight me

First of all, I'm still confused as to when Jack decided to let every drug user die. But from what I understand he just decided to switch during the snow scene since there was no indication in the movie that he was plotting with Poppy all this time

That man did not deserve to DIE, LET ALONE GET MINCED

I get so so mad that they just decide to shred him. Especially when Eggsy just brushes it off by telling him to "put jel on it now"

SO YOU'RE TELLING ME EGGSY, WHO WAS GONNA KILL THE ASSHOLE THAT WAS HITTIN HIS MOTHER WITHOUT A SECOND THOUGHT, DID NOT RELATE TO JACK'S STORY AT ALL??????? HELLOOO?????? NOT EVEN A LITTLE???????

As if Eggst didn't kill Charlie moments ago for vengeance

It's dumb that eggsy has 0 conscience there. They could've just sent him to statesmen prison or something. And I like the kingsman franchise, I had fun during the first movie (tho very salty about how they treated roxy which is my second reason why Kingsman 2 just rubs me the wrong way) but the writing for the second one is just not it. I hate shock-value death.

But loved the fight scene. Like can I point out just how skilled Jack is. He went head to head with two kingsman agents TWO

I know Jack was "the asshole" of the statesmen but no one questioned his death. Just how big of an asshole was he????? We don't even get much clarity about why he doesn't want Ginger to be a field agent, we're just left to assume he's either misogynistic or just jealous Ginger might do well or---which is my personal take on it; he was just worried for her. In my head I have conducted an entire angsty story about those two and why their relationship is strained

But long story short just like with Dave, Jack did not deserve to die like that. It's not like he was straight-up evil. Man was grieving, throw him a bone for christ's sake lock him up or something

JUSTICE FOR JACK

#mail.💌 #anonymous