#he said 'I have a lot I want to accomplish' and I just went 'YEAH BABY I KNOW IT'S OKAY DO YOU WANT ME TO ACCOMPLISH IT FOR YOU BC I WILL'

[unfortunatelyevent]

everything going as expected here in this fine Sunday (rewatching shadowgast supercut and started crying when they reached c2e97 the fancy and the fooled 🤪

#he said 'I have a lot I want to accomplish' and I just went 'YEAH BABY I KNOW IT'S OKAY DO YOU WANT ME TO ACCOMPLISH IT FOR YOU BC I WILL' #I just love him so much 😭 #essek thelyss #c2e97 #shadowgast #I'm so normal about this wizard istg #like it's normal to have the entire m9 confronts essek in the boat scene memorized right #and just be able to drop Caleb's entire speech at any second our brains just do that right

[prouddogboi]

Stray dog (Part 1)

To find the most recent chapters, please go to @doggoboigaugau 's masterlist

Pairings: Ghost x Soap x Male Reader

Summary: Male Reader is traumatized and forcefully refuses affection from Ghost and Soap even in his sleep.

Word count: 1852

Warnings: It's my first time posting my writing on Tumblr. There are so few CODxM!Reader fics I just want to contribute lmao TToTT. The warning is it can be shit because I'm new.

It was a successful mission. A tough one, yes, many soldiers got serious injuries and had to spend days in the hospital, but still, the mission was accomplished with minimal loss. The people at the base decided to throw a party at a well-known bar in the area. As usual, you stayed close to your team, until they left you all alone again for whatever they were up to: Ghost and Soap went into the dark corridor doing ‘secret’ business except for the fact that everyone knew what that business was; Price meeting up with the Captains of other teams, talking about the ‘kids’ in their care like the good ol’ tired dads and moms they all were; Gaz hitting up on some pretty guy or girl; and Roach just immersing himself in the music on the dance floor. 

“The usual shot?” The bartender smiled at you. He was an ordinary-looking guy, not too tall, not too short, but he was always nice to you.

“Yeah.” You replied, eyes looking down at the empty glass in your scarred hand. Your usual shot was one of the heaviest types served at this bar, you found its bitter, stinging taste and the dizziness it brought about worked wonders for you, helping to repress the strong emotions that always came up to the surface to trouble you whenever you were off the field, whenever you were not having to fight between life and death. Free time and a mind that was offered the opportunity to relax were not something you felt grateful for. Instead, you loved being constantly stimulated when being in battles, since it left your mind no time to overthink unnecessary things other than trying to keep yourselves and your teammates alive.

“A successful mission, huh? Everyone is enjoying themselves a lot tonight.” The bartender said, clearly trying to keep talking to you as he was preparing your drink.

“It was.”

“Did you get injured?” 

“Just some scratches, nothing serious.”

“You seem to do your job very well.”

You did. You were a good soldier. An excellent one even. You were showered with praise from the Captain, the teammates, the higher-ups… just anyone after almost every mission. Even Ghost himself had to admit that you were a good one. However, you didn’t know for sure what made you excel while most others didn’t. Maybe it was because every mission you paid no mind as to whether you would be alive or not. It was true that everyone in this line of work had to come to terms with the notion of death upon themselves, no one could be sure how many days they got left on this planet doing this kind of job, but you were still different. You weren’t actively trying to get yourselves in situations that would get you killed, because it often meant a great threat to your teammates too, but you were not one that would hold on to life that much. You were always ready to sacrifice.

“I notice that you’re always alone. Well, the others do join you, but after a while, they leave and you’re still here.” The bartender passed you the shot.

“They have things to do.”

“Why don’t you? Getting out there and having some fun.”

Fun? It did not sound fitting to who you were. “Thanks for the suggestion, but I prefer it this way.”

“By the way, can I ask for a guy’s number? The one with the mohawk.”

“You mean Soap?” You left out a soft chuckle, “Give up, mate. He already has a partner. A scary one.” 

“Who?”

“The fuckin’ huge one with the skull mask. I’m sure you know well who he is and how scary he is.”

“What? That guy? I’ve always thought he’s into you though.”

This time you laughed out loud. The thought of someone interested in you was just so ridiculous, it felt surreal and impossible, “Ain’t no way, why would you think that?”

“He always looks at you with those piercing eyes, as if he will eat you up in no time.”

“Probably it’s because the Soap guy is always leaning over me. He’s so mad that I dare to get that near to his precious partner that he just wants to end my life right here.” You drank up the whole glass in one breath, then smashed the now empty glass on the bar, resulting in a huge ‘thump’ sound, mainly due to the fact that it was your fist that came into contact with the wooden material. It sent a burning feeling to your skin and fresh, but it was nothing compared to the physical pain you had to endure in battles or the mental one off field, when your mind was free to drift away. 

“Could be. But I still think he is into you.” The bartender shrugged, knowing you so well that he went ahead to prepare another shot for you. Nights like this often led to you drinking non-stop until you were so drunk that you’d pass out, and that masked guy was the one who carried you back. That was another reason besides the intense glare that made him convinced that the guy was attracted to you. Well, the hot man with the mohawk was always there too, but he usually waited in distance and smiled at how the masked guy having trouble carrying you as you thrashed around in his arms, clearly too drunk to know that he was just helping you. But the bartender only thought that the mohawk and the masked guy were close friends. Now that you mentioned it, it was indeed possible that they were in love with each other. 

Wouldn’t that make a love triangle though? The bartender threw a glance at you, studying you with amusement. Everyone loved some drama in their mundane lives. You were a handsome boy with sharp facial features, those damn bright eyes that lit up the whole place when you genuinely smiled, and all those strong muscles. He would’ve asked for your number instead if that scary big masked man wasn’t into you that much.

A few hours passed and the party came to its near end. All those smiling and laughing soldiers slowly hopped on the vehicles, making their way back to the base, clearly not wanting to wake up a mess the day after. They still had training as usual after all. One didn’t seem to care though. You collapsed on the bar, your handsome face grew red with how drunk you were and how much alcohol your body had absorbed. Ghost and Soap assured Price that they would bring you back safe before the tired dad of your Task Force got in the car with Gaz and Roach. They didn’t usually drink too much when they were off base, but you were quite the opposite. The team had no idea why you would pour so much alcohol into your mouth and stomach on these occasions, it was like you were grieving over something rather than celebrating the good news of a successful mission. Everyone in this line of work had their own past and troubles, but there was indeed something different in your troubles as they never felt that you were comfortable to open up. Soap even joked a lot about how much harder it was to get closer to you than Ghost. It was true that you were always smiling, chatting, and gossiping with him and Gaz and Roach over stupid things, but there was this invisible wall that you had built around your heart, unwilling to let anyone in. 

Ghost and Soap got to the bar where you were lying. 

“Come to get him?” The bartender was cleaning all the glasses that you and some other regulars used.

Ghost looked at you as your eyes were tightly shut, clearly not happy with your current condition, “Maybe next time don’t let him drink too much.”

The bartender raised his hands, “C’mon, I’m just serving my customers. He appears to need those shots to handle whatever emotions he’s having.”

Ghost and Soap turned their head to look at each other for a few seconds before Ghost stepped up and got you off the bar. You were too drunk to know anything, but surprisingly tonight you were very silent and cooperated well with your Lieutenant. 

“Let’s take you back to your room, huh?” Ghost was content with this sudden change and Soap just casually used his strong hand to rub your neatly cut hair. 

As Soap parked the car in the base's park, Ghost threw one of your arms over his shoulder and carried you off the vehicle. However, your tightly shut eyes suddenly opened, they widened as you turned your head left and right to make sense of your surroundings. 

“You’re up early.” Soap said jokingly.

“He’s too drunk to understand your stupid sarcasm, Soap.” Ghost scoffed. 

However, it took both men aback when they heard you sobbing. Soap was quick to cup your face with his palms, “Baby, what’s wrong?”

You shook your head, sobbing almost uncontrollably, trying to get your face out of his grip. One of Ghost’s arms went to your waist in an attempt to hold you in place and calm you down, but you started to act the usual way when you were drunk: thrashing around hysterically, as if you were striving so hard to escape from something inescapable. 

“Let go of me!” You screamed.

“Y/n, calm down, calm down! It’s us! Ghost and Soap!” Soap tried to talk some sense into the heavily drunk you.

“Stay away from me!” You didn’t seem to listen. Feeling Ghost’s grip was still firm around your body, you got more and more violent. Screaming and kicking, you definitely hurt him in the process as you finally succeeded in getting away. You stumbled a few steps on the cold cement ground before you collapsed on it due to the perfect dizziness that you hoped the shots at the bar would gift you. You curled into a ball, trembling violently yet not from how cold the ground was. Shuddering sobs still escaped your lips, and your eyes were tightly shut again. Price and Gaz hurriedly ran to where you three were, their eyes filled with worry given how loud and heartfelt your screams were (Roach didn’t come with them because he also drank too much). The two men saw Ghost and Soap standing beside you, their arms were hanging in the air as if they were holding on to something, while you were there, laying on the ground sobbing and mumbling unintelligible words. 

Luckily you quickly fell asleep again, still sobbing but unconscious enough for the men to carry you back to your room. They tucked you nicely into your bed, watching over your now peaceful sleeping face. Soap wiped the tears left on your cheeks with his hand, his mind questioning the reasons why you reacted so fiercely to them taking care of you earlier. When you finally stopped sobbing, they carefully left your room. There were things to be discussed, but they could wait.

to be continued bc I have class tmr and I need to sleep :D

#call of duty #cod #cod x male reader #ghost cod #soap cod #john price #gaz cod #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghost x male reader #soap x male reader #price is a tired dad #mw2 x male reader #roach cod #cod x reader #it's 3am in the morning im fvcked guys #angst #cod angst

[steddieas-shegoes]

Request: ok so listen; so Steve Harrington who didn't tell anyone he gets into a medical school (Indiana University School of medicine) but he travels to school during the week and Mike finds the graduation letter in Steve's apartment. He graduated as a premed student with a full scholarship to Harvard Medical school for the trauma surgeon program. The party realizes that their constant jokes making fun of Steve's intelligence caused him to not tell them about this. I want a mixture of angst with a full proper apology & a few years later him graduating from Harvard with the party cheering him.

MY LOOOOOOVE!!!! Nothing gets me going quite like a secret super smart Steve Harrington. Is it OOC? Maybe. But writing Steve as a fucking Harvard Med School graduate!!! A whole trauma surgeon!!!! YES!!!!! I obviously had to put some Steddie in there, mostly because Eddie deserves a happy ending, too and any chance I have to give him one, I will. - Mickala ❤️

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Steve was late. He’d been late a lot recently.

Mike started driving a few weeks ago, got his hands on Nancy’s car since she was busy traveling the world now, and he’d been quick to pick up the slack.

But he was growing impatient.

When they asked Steve why he was late, he shrugged it off, said he forgot. Everyone just went with it because obviously Steve’s kind of scatterbrained and a few fries short of a happy meal, especially after the head trauma.

But Mike was suspicious.

Steve let it go a little too easily.

And Eddie hadn’t stuck up for him like he usually did when they were teasing his intelligence.

Mike was letting himself into Steve’s apartment, using the key that he kept under the mat so the kids always had a place to go if they needed it.

He wasn’t home yet, but Mike had just been to Family Video and he wasn’t there either. Apparently, hadn’t been in at all today. Keith said something about ‘taking the day off for exams.’

Steve wasn’t in school though, so that meant he was lying and Mike wanted to know what he was lying about.

He looked at the counter, saw a large stack of mail, and decided that was probably a good place to start his search.

Most of it seemed like junk, a few bills, a letter from Robin, and an envelope that was torn open already from Indiana University.

If it was already open, it was fair game. That was his motto, at least.

He pulled out a thick stack of papers.

The seal in the corner of the first page said School of Medicine.

Was Steve sick? Had he started seeing the university doctors because of some weird problem with his head? Maybe that’s why he’d also been so forgetful lately.

Maybe they put him on a new medication trial or something and it was a side effect.

But he kept reading and felt his chest cave in.

Dear Mr. Steven J. Harrington,

It is a great honor to announce your successful completion of the pre-med degree program at Indiana University. Your incredible tenacity has proved that you’re prepared to work through any medical school program in the country.

Graduation is currently set for May 18, 1989. Please contact your advisor to reserve tickets by April 28, 1989.

Thank you for trusting Indiana University with your education. We look forward to seeing your accomplishments in the future!

“Holy shit.”

“Why are you reading my mail?”

Mike jumped at Steve’s voice. He’d been so busy reading the letter, he hadn’t heard the front door to the apartment open.

“You’re going to med school?”

“Hopefully, yeah.”

“What the fuck?”

Steve rolled his eyes and made his way to the fridge, grabbing a can of soda for himself.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, like. You’re. You’re you. How are you going to med school?”

Steve’s brows furrowed as he leaned against the counter and sipped at his drink.

“I graduated from pre-med as valedictorian. I’m not sure what you’re asking.”

“You? Valedictorian? You barely got through high school!”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“I hated high school. I was going through a lot of shit. It wasn’t because I’m stupid.”

Mike’s mouth was gaping like a fish, confused at literally everything that was happening.

“But-“

“I also just got into Harvard on a full scholarship if we’re gonna put it all out there. I was gonna tell everyone this weekend at El’s birthday party but I’m sure you’re about to run to tell them all.”

Well, how could he not? Steve had been hiding going to college for years! He was about to move to Harvard!

“Wait! Is Eddie going with you?”

“Yeah. We found an apartment over a record store and the owner hired him to run the store while he transitions into retirement.”

Mike felt like he was in an alternate universe. There was no way Steve Harrington was going to be a doctor. There was no way Eddie and Steve were moving to Boston.

There was no way he was leaving all of them.

“But. But what about us?”

“You guys are all practically adults. You barely even hang out with me anymore unless it’s to get a ride or get snacks for Hellfire. You didn’t even notice I was driving to and from campus for years. I think I’ve given enough of myself to people who don’t seem to want it,” Steve shrugged, looking down at the floor.

Mike wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, but he also kind of just wanted to hug Steve and tell him that wasn’t true.

But it kind of was, wasn’t it?

They’d all taken advantage of Steve’s kindness for years. He’d been the best damn babysitter they could have, saved their lives multiple times, gave them money for the arcade and dates and pizza for pool parties when he lived in his old house.

They grew to just expect it.

He didn’t even know the last time he’d heard anyone say thank you. He certainly hadn’t said it in a long time.

“But, Dustin will be devastated.”

“He’ll be okay. He’s gonna go to MIT when he graduates and he’ll be right around the corner or something. I dunno. He hasn’t even called me just to talk in months. I don’t think he’ll miss me that much.”

Which just. It wasn’t true. Mike knew for a fact that Dustin would be heartbroken about Steve leaving.

“I.”

“It’s fine. Eddie’s gonna be home soon so if you wanna wait for him that’s fine. I’m gonna go shower and get an early night. Been up since three this morning.”

“Did you really have exams?”

“What?”

“I checked to see if you worked today and Keith said you had exams,” Mike said shakily, feeling entirely off balance.

“Oh. I just had to do an entrance exam for Harvard. They let me take it on IU’s campus since I can’t move until two weeks before classes start.”

Mike nodded once.

This was really happening. Steve was leaving.

Steve was going to Harvard.

He was taking Eddie with him.

And not a single one of them had bothered to notice any of it happening.

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“I told you I don’t know! I’m giving you everything I have!” Mike yelled at Dustin, who was pacing and clearly trying not to cry.

“It just doesn’t make sense! He always acted like he didn’t understand half of what we were saying when we talked science stuff!” Dustin yelled as he walked back and forth across the floor, wearing a pattern into the carpet.

“Maybe it’s because we’ve always just assumed he’s dumb. I mean, none of us really treated him like he could keep up, so maybe he just. Didn’t,” Lucas shrugged.

“He could’ve told us!”

“Or maybe he didn’t want to since we all thought he’d be lying,” Max added from her chair in the corner.

“He could’ve proved it!”

“Maybe he didn’t want to have to,” Eddie said as he walked in the room.

Hellfire was at Dustin’s tonight, and Eddie had been late.

His sudden appearance made them all cower where they sat or stood.

“No Hellfire tonight. I was gonna call, but had to drive by here anyway. Steve’s having a bad night and I’m pretty certain it’s your fault, so I’m gonna go try to get him through it.”

It was a bit harsh, but not undeserved.

“Why didn’t you tell us, Eddie?” Dustin asked quietly.

“It wasn’t for me to tell. He was going to when he got accepted into IU, and then you guys spent most of that night telling him he wouldn’t understand what you were talking about with your group science project so he kept it to himself. Then he just decided it wouldn’t be worth trying to explain anything since you wouldn’t believe him anyway. He asked me not to say anything until he announced his graduation and Harvard this weekend, so I didn’t.”

“But we would have been proud of him! He could have shown us his acceptance letter or something.”

“That’s not how you made him feel,” Eddie shrugged before turning back towards the door. “We’ll see you at El’s party.”

When Eddie left, the room was silent.

Everyone was deep in thought, trying to unpack everything.

With Hellfire canceled, they didn’t have much of a reason to stick around, but none of them felt like being alone.

Not when they started to realize that Steve was kind of the glue that held them all together and without him, they may not ever be whole again.

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El’s party was simple, just the usual guests and some cake and balloons. She didn’t like a big thing, usually preferred to have a sleepover with Max and just do their nails and listen to music.

Joyce insisted on having a little get together though, said it would be nice to celebrate something since they hadn’t really since Will’s birthday.

Steve was there, holding Eddie’s hand in the corner, talking with Hopper while Eddie talked with Joyce.

Steve told them everything when they got there since the kids knew, and while he knew Joyce and Hopper were happy for him, for both of them, they could send their shock.

All of the kids had hesitantly hugged Steve when they got there, barely saying anything to him, unsure where they stood.

Steve felt like he was closing the book on his life in Hawkins, and he hated that it felt like no one would join him in the next one except for Eddie.

Throughout the day, the kids would find their way up to him to just be close, soak in Steve’s energy, try to appreciate him now because they clearly hadn’t been before.

He let them. He could have told them to go away, or tried to talk them into apologies, but it wouldn’t do any good right now, and he didn’t want to ruin El’s birthday party.

Eddie could tell he wasn’t himself, though. He saw the way Steve’s eyes dropped down to his lap every time one of the kids would walk away from his side, how his leg started bouncing when things were quiet for more than a few seconds.

“You wanna head out?”

“I-”

“Steve? Can we talk to you for a minute?” Lucas asked, the rest of the party behind him watching with wide eyes.

“Oh. Sure.”

Eddie patted his knee and stood up, but Lucas gestured for him to sit back down.

“You, too. We owe you both explanations and apologies.”

So, Eddie sat. He would support Steve through whatever this conversation entailed, and maybe get something else out of it too.

“We all want to take turns saying stuff, but I wanna start,” Lucas said, playing with his hands nervously.

Steve nodded, always more patient than the kids deserved.

“I always saw you as the jock, ya know? Like, I respected you because you were a great basketball player and you had a lot of friends. I just kind of thought that was who you were, even after high school. You always made time to help me over the summer, even when you’d just worked an opening shift or had to go in for a closing shift. I didn’t really consider you an adult, even though you were. You were just there. You protected me, all of us, from some of the scariest shit any of us will ever have to deal with without even taking a second to consider your own safety. You just did it. And I don’t really think any of us thanked you. None of us would be here without you.”

Lucas was biting his lip, trying not to cry as he wrapped up his speech, but didn’t get a chance to start before Will started talking.

“I haven’t spent as much time with you as the rest of these guys have. But I know that you’re always there. You give me a ride when my mom can’t and you always slip me an extra $1 or 2 when we go to the arcade because you know I don’t have much. You hung up my art on your apartment wall even though it sucks and isn’t your style because you wanted me to know that someone supports me. You’ve been one of the only constants in our crazy lives, and we haven’t done nearly enough to show that we appreciate you,” Will wiped his eyes quickly as he turned away to let someone else speak.

“Billy was an asshole to all of us, but especially to you. You could’ve walked away that night, left Lucas and me to defend ourselves or die trying, but you didn’t. You knew he was a racist piece of shit and you got another concussion just so he wouldn’t lay a hand on us. That was the first time I ever had someone stick up for me like that. And after everything with Vecna, you were the one who always checked in, made sure I had rides to appointments, had food I could easily make when my mom wasn’t around, brought me to the skate park as soon as I was cleared by my doctor. I’ve never had someone who cared so much like you do and I’m sorry I didn’t know how to show you that it meant so much to me,” Max said seriously.

Steve was sniffling, and Eddie knew if he tried to comfort him too much right now, it would just make it worse. He squeezed his hand and wiped the tear falling down his cheek as the kids continued.

“I hated you for the longest time. I thought it was your fault Nancy changed, and then I thought it was your fault when Nancy and Jonathan got together, and then I just hated everyone and everything for a while. But I think it was just easy to use you to blame everything on because you let me. You just let me treat you like shit. You let me complain about your driving while you drove me anywhere I wanted to go. You let me blame you for Nancy being upset about the break up when she was the one who hurt you most. You let me think you were stupid when you’re brilliant enough to go to Harvard on a full scholarship. You let all of us take advantage of you and I don’t know why, but I wish I could turn back time and not let you do that. You didn’t deserve to be used by any of us, but especially me,” Mike said surprisingly sincerely.

In fact, Eddie watched Mike take a few deep breaths like he was holding back a sob.

“I am sorry for how we all treated you, Steve. I did not know that we hurt you. Dad said sometimes the people who hurt the most are the people who accept hurt as the way they are supposed to be treated, but that is not true. You should be loved so much, like Eddie loves you, by everyone. We should have done better,” El said as she held Max’s hand.

Dustin had been incredibly quiet, hiding in the back, not even looking up from the ground. Eddie could tell he wanted to say something, but probably didn’t know how to start.

It was no secret that Dustin was Steve’s favorite kid. It was also no secret that Dustin loved Steve like a brother, maybe even more, and that if Steve was upset, Dustin would want to make it right.

“I never had someone to look up to until you came around,” Dustin started, still not looking up from the ground. “My mom always felt bad that she didn’t give me a good role model or a brother or sister to look up to. But when you started watching over me, she felt like it was better this way. ‘That Harrington boy is special.’ That’s what she says all the time. And I guess I got used to her saying it and just didn’t think anything of it anymore. Like, yeah, you’re great. You do all kinds of stuff for me and for all of us, but it just felt like you wanted to so what made it so special? When Mike told us everything, it hit me that even if you wanted to do all that stuff, you still deserved a thank you. You went out of your way to make us safe and happy, and our only way to repay you was to constantly put you down and bully you. We spent years calling you out for what an asshole you were in high school while we ended up being assholes to you. You’re my brother and I haven’t been good to you. I’m sorry.”

Eddie was watching as Steve finally let out a sob he’d been holding in for too long. He pulled him into his chest, watching as the kids all wiped tears of their own away.

He knew the kids were genuinely sorry, he could tell that when faced with the reality of the way they treated Steve for years now, they felt terrible. But he also knew that Steve let it go on too long without saying something, and that it would take a while for him to really figure out a good balance of being there for the kids he loved and setting boundaries he needed to set long ago.

“Can you give him a minute guys? I’m sure he wants to talk to you all, but I think he just needs to calm down.”

The kids all nodded and scurried away.

They weren’t kids anymore, was the thing. They would always be kids to Steve, though. That’s why this was hurting so much. They were his nuggets, and they’d been unintentionally hurting him for years.

Steve had been so excited to tell them about getting into a pre-med program at IU, and when he couldn’t tell them, he changed. He was withdrawn in ways Eddie had never seen or expected. He was focused on school, and their relationship, but nothing else. He would go through the motions of driving the kids where he could when he could, throwing the occasional pool party, keeping up appearances.

He’d been exhausted for two years now. Running on fumes for miles, no end in sight. Until he got his acceptance into Harvard.

Eddie had never seen him so happy or proud of himself.

But the happiness faded quickly when he realized what telling the kids would mean, what going to Harvard would mean.

It meant moving, it meant leaving the kids, it meant spending the next 6-8 years so focused on school and residency that he probably wouldn’t have time to visit much outside of major holidays. It meant hoping that Eddie would come with him, support him, and love him regardless of the limited time he had to spend outside of school.

But Eddie would be there for every moment. He’d worked so hard, and Eddie wanted to be there for him every step of the way.

The kids would understand. They were almost graduated at this point, probably heading off to college themselves, and had their own lives to start.

“I wish I’d just told them about IU.”

“I know, sweetheart. But we can’t change the past. You’ve got such an amazing future ahead of you. Everyone is gonna be so proud of Dr. Steve Harrington.”

Steve smiled at that as Eddie dried his tears away.

When he’d calmed down completely, he walked over to where the kids were sitting on the porch.

He stood in front of them with his hands on his hips, a small smile on his face.

“If I forgive you all, will you stop looking like I just stole your ice creams and kicked your puppies?”

Dustin was the first to jump up and run into Steve, sobbing when Steve’s arms wrapped around him.

“It’s alright, bud. I love you, even when you’re a shithead, okay?”

All of the kids piled into Steve’s arms and around his back, all of them crying as Steve started telling them all about his program.

“I’m going to be a trauma surgeon. I was always pretty good at patching everyone up after Upside Down shit, so I figured why not make it a career? And I placed so high on the entrance testing, they suggested I go for pre-med instead of the EMT program. One of my professors my first semester suggested being a surgeon, so that’s the track I took.”

The kids looked at him in awe, like they were seeing him in a new light.

Eddie thought maybe they were finally seeing the Steve he’d seen all along.

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May 11, 1997

“Steven Joseph Harrington, MD, summa cum laude.”

The cheers from his group were so loud, but they all ignored the dirty looks from the surrounding family and friends.

Steve Harrington was a Harvard graduate, a graduate with the highest honors, a trauma surgeon who already accepted his first position in a nearby hospital.

Everyone was so proud of him.

Wayne and Eddie had arranged for everyone to either ride in a rental car with Wayne or fly in to surprise Steve for his graduation.

He could see Steve look up into the crowd when he heard the screams, could see the grin spreading across his face as he realized his whole family was here to support him, just as they had been for the last eight years.

Everything Steve wanted and worked for was coming together, and everyone who believed in him was here cheering him on.

He was the best damn babysitter those kids had, and now he’d be the best damn trauma surgeon Boston Children’s Hospital would ever have.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #the party #ficlet #request #steve is actually incredibly smart and this is my ted talk #eddie is about to become a housewife who works 'for fun' #that boston surgeon money is about to make steve his sugar daddy

[sturniololoco]

Accident

M. Sturniolo x fem reader 

Requested: Nurp 

Warnings: fluuuuuff!!! and cussing ig??

Today was a lazy Saturday.

Meaning I was at the Sturniolo triplets house, eating their food and laying in their couch.

They didn’t mind though, seeing as Nick was my best friend and Matt was my boyfriend.

Only his brothers had no idea the Matt and I were in a relationship. 

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It all started when Nick and I met. We instantly clicked, so I had to meet his brothers. I started hanging out with them more and more as time went on. And let’s just say Mathew Sturniolo caught my eye.

Matt and I started hanging out more too. Nick never really noticed us getting g closer and Chris never gave a fuck. 

But now Matt and I are in a predicament. Sneaking around just for a hug and the occasional kiss.

-

I was sitting in the corner spot on the couch, scrolling through instagram while eating popcorn, Chris laying longways to my right and Nick was lounging to my left.

Matt was coming into the living room to sit down after getting himself a root beer. He at in between Chris and I, rather close to me.

I was shocked at what happened next.

He leaned over and gave me a quick kiss before opening his phone to clash of clans.

My mouth fell open in Shock. So did Chris and Nick’s.

“I-I..what-…huh?” Chris studdered, staring dumbfounded at his brother.

“Whoops…” Matt said, turning his head to look at me. I could feel my face heat up with all the sudden attention.

“GIRL!?! Since when?!?” Nick shouted, his voice cracking a little as he stood up.

“Ummm…since a little bit ago?” I responded, trying to lighten the situation.

“Oh we need to talk! Chris you deal with him!” Nick said pointing at Matt before grabbing my hand and practically dragging me up the stairs to his room.

I turned to look at Matt, who was giving me a sympathetic look. Chris was still staring at him with his eyes looking like they were about to pop out of his head and his mouth wide open.

-

I told Nick everything, all the way from the beginning. When I was done talking, he said,

“Two things: ew why my brother and why didn’t you just tell me?!?” He said, remaining surprisingly calm.

“The first of all, your brother cute and nice and caring and-“ he cut me off.

“Yeah yeah yeah, skip the sappy stuff! I still have to live with that good.”

I chuckled, and was extremely thankful for how well he was taking this.

“Well, I didn’t want things to be awkward between us. You truly are my best friend and I will always put our relationship first.” If said, deciding to just tell him the truth instead of hiding anything else from him. He pulled me into a bone crushing hug.

“I’ll allow it, even though I completely disagree on the whole cute, nice and caring shit.” He told me, making me laugh and playful smacking his arm.

-

Nick and I walked down stairs about 10 minutes later. Matt and Chris were sill sitting on there spots in the couch and Chris looked a lot calmer. Matt looked over at Nick and I, looking accomplished. 

I gave him a small smile and scurried over to him, sitting on his lap. He chuckled and pressed a kiss on the top of my head.

“So glad I get to do that without getting trouble now.” He said into my ear. 

“Hmm me too.” I said giving him a big kiss on the cheek.

“EWWWWWW!” Nick and Chris screamed in exaggeration, coming over and tackling us both.

“You two are so annoying.” Matt said, rolling his eyes but smiling all the same.

“Pipe down lover boy!” Nick said, getting off of us and resuming his spot in the couch.

I cuddled up next to Matt and got comfy with a blanket after we turned our movie back on. I sighed happily knowing that I wouldn’t have to hide my feelings from Matt again.

#sturniolo imagine #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #nicolas sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo

[lokisprettygirl]

Utopia (Modern! Daemon Targaryen x female reader) (Non Canon AU) (18+)

Read chapter 8 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 9

Summary: Daemon gives you the gift of a lifetime.

Warning: 18+ sex ,period sex (if it bothers you skip the scene) death and destruction that comes from a ship wreckage, smut, sex, menstrual sex, unprotected sex. Some inconsistency with ship sinking, i researched as much as I could

You were sitting in the office of the hiring manager of Casatopia, a popular five star hotel just outside London, it was closer to your house though and that's what you liked. Emma had asked Dalton to give your name for the vacant sous chef position so you decided to give it a try.

You couldn't just stay at home and miss Daemon like crazy when he wasn't around you, being at home all day long was driving you bonkers. The topia in the name made you feel slightly uneasy but you ignored the thought and decided to focus on the interview.

“So how was it at night ..over there?” Preston, the manager, asked you so you gave him a confused look, hoping that he would be able to provide you with a bit more context.

“I apologize I don't understand” you mumbled politely so he gave you a small smile.

“On the island I meant, I hope I'm not stepping on your boundaries, I'm just absolutely fascinated by your survival story” he said to you, his tone was gentle and filled with genuine curiosity.

Of Course he was curious. As soon as people recognised you this was how it went, perhaps you should consider scraping 'Worked as a sous chef on Queen Utopia' from your resume. You couldn't help but feel that it may not be the most professional topic to discuss at a job interview.

“It was tough but atleast I wasn't alone, I had someone who kept me sane there, there are people on this earth who have survived months with no one by their side so I'm grateful to not be alone in that situation” you mumbled politely as you understood where he was coming from.

Prior to your experiences on the ship and the island, you were one of those people who would read about survival stories and be amazed at what the survivors had accomplished. You always found it impossible to imagine yourself in such a situation and couldn't comprehend how someone could have the resilience and to make it through something like that.

That was, until you found yourself in a similar situation on the island, and your survival instincts began to kick in.

“Yeah I know..Daemon Targaryen, you lot are famous” You gave him a tight lipped smile as he said that.

A news article had picked up Lily's reddit post which had then reached the mainstream media. The backlash was brutal, but you and Daemon stood firm and refused to get caught up in the drama. You both knew that your love and appreciation for each other shouldn't have needed any justification after the traumatic event you both had been through. It should have been self-explanatory,

“Alright you're hired” he said to you so you furrowed your brows as he didn't really ask anything about your work experiences.

“You don't want to know anything about my capabilities or -” he interrupted you before you could even finish your sentence.

“Dalton told me enough..i just wanted to meet you if I'm being honest”

Were you getting some sort of hero privilege because of your suffering? You weren't sure if you enjoyed being favored like this or not. The attention you received was overwhelming and at times made you feel uncomfortable, especially when it seemed like people were looking at you as some kind of hero rather than a regular human being who just happened to have survived a traumatic experience when there really wasn't any other option.

“Our live band quit on us a few days ago and we are looking for a band again, though i have connected with the manager already, i hope The Dragonriders would accept the job”

You sighed as he said that and you were going to politely decline the job offer but then he passed you the salary slip and you accepted it almost immediately, it was more than you could have ever imagined.

Later that day as you reached home after that weird interview session, there was a text from Daemon, he was supposed to meet you at your place..

You grabbed a few things and called a cab to make way to his place. He had given you a key to his house for emergencies purposes and normally you'd just knock but you decided to make use of the key this time, as you knew that Daemon was in pain and likely resting in bed.

As you entered his bedroom he was laying on the bed with his head squished into the pillow so you climbed into the bed and wrapped your arm around him, as soon as he felt your touch his arm circled around your waist and he placed his head between the crook of your neck. His eyes were bloodshot red, his face was warm to the touch as well, he seemed flushed and even though he was in misery at the moment you couldn't help but notice how pretty he looked like this.

“Let me take care of you ok..did you take your pill?” You asked him softly as you scratched his scalp so he barely groaned in response.

“I'll be right back okay?” you got up from the bed, turning off all the lights in the room, as you knew how sensitive Daemon was to bright lights. You brought out the candles you had packed with you and began lighting them, casting a warm soft glow around the room. You then made your way to the kitchen to fetch a bowl of ice water and a wet cloth. Once everything was ready, you returned to Daemon's room and gently tapped his shoulder to get his attention so he scooted closer and placed his head on your lap.

Dipping the cloth in the icy cold water you placed it on his forehead and he sighed as he felt the cooling sensation, he opened his eyes to look at you for a moment, his lips curved into a faint smile before he closed his eyes again and allowed you to do your thing.

He had never had anyone caring about him like this, this was one of those things that made him feel closer to you on the island and he had come to realize how precious you actually were inside out.

And now your value in his life was something nobody else would ever be able to replicate or replace.

During his migraine attacks the most Lily ever did for him was that she'd sing at times and not that he was going to compare you two, he appreciated her efforts too but you just did it differently, you took care of him in ways he always wanted to be cared for.

He laid there quite for what felt like hours and as the burning pain gradually subsided, he took your hand and kissed it lovingly before he asked you to stop, he just wanted to hold you now and cuddle the night away.

“Emma found us a gig” he mumbled so you sighed in response. You were well aware of the gig.

“She found me a job as well at Casatopia” you said to him so nodded in acknowledgement. He already knew about that.

“Fate” he muttered softly so you pecked on his lips.

“It's giving me deja vu.. doesn't it feel weird to you that we'd be working again at the same place, in the hospitality industry no less? And there's literally topia in the name?”

He pulled away a little as you said that, he wasn't really thinking about it until you pointed it out.

“Are you worried something awful is going to happen again?” he asked you with concern evident in his voice.

“Yeah..what if the hotel burns down or explodes? Or something” you mumbled, your voice held a sense of foreboding.

“That's not going to happen sweetheart..you can't go about your life living in such fear but that is not to say that your fears are not valid, they truly are ..but no matter what happens I'll find you like you have found me..i promise okay?” he reassured you gently and you couldn't help but smile at that. The trauma was indented into you so deeply but with him by your side life was so much easier to deal with.

“Are you feeling okay now?” You asked him so he hummed in response,

“I'd feel much better if you'd ride me right about now” he gave you a mischievous smirk so you tapped on his cheek lightly.

“Dirty boy” you mumbled as you climbed on top of him and immediately unbuttoned his pants. Sometimes you both needed this quick raw fuck where no foreplay was a necessity or required, you just wanted to feel him inside you and he was more than eager to spill into you as fast as you could make him.

“Would you keep your schedule clear for the next week?” he asked you so you looked at him curiously.

“The whole week? I'm starting that job..”

“Can you talk to them and start a week later?” He mumbled as his breath hitched in his chest when you sunk down on him,

“Normally it would have seemed impossible but considering that manager is such a fan of ours I think I can manage” you chuckled softly and that made him smile too.

“Mmmm the trauma has its perks huh?”

You rode him very slowly at first as you just wanted to feel him in there, your fingers worked the buttons of his shirt and then you leaned down to suck on his neck before you lowered your mouth and pressed kisses on his bare chest.

“What are you planning?” You whispered in his ear so he gave you a smile.

“I'm taking you somewhere sweetheart”

“I can't ask where?”

He shook his head as you said that.

“It's a surprise”

“Alrighty”

Next day while Daemon was rehearsing with the band you sat down in front of the tv and received a surprising albeit not really shocking news, you had a feeling that Danny had something to do with the ship sinking incident and you were proven right.

He had come out in the open to tell that he had inadvertently left the cargo hatch open on the lower deck because he was distracted by something and someone, which allowed water to enter and resulted in the sinking, when he had realised it was too late to fix it. His video had received a million views where he was seen crying and apologizing because he couldn't bear the guilt of it anymore.

Even though Danny hadn't directly implicated Lily in his statement, you couldn't shake the feeling that her involvement was still tied to the tragedy because she had sent that voicemail that night to Daemon mentioning Danny and you had seen Danny at her house that night.

As you watched the news, you found yourself at a loss for words. How could Danny have made such a devastating mistake, especially when so much was at stake? The consequences of his actions were unfathomable, and you couldn't help but feel a mixture of anger, sadness, and frustration bubbling up inside you.

People had lost their lives, families had been torn apart, and all because of one person's negligence.

You felt enraged because he was the reason why you had to suffer for so long on that Island, all of this for what?

All you felt in that moment was resentment and anger towards Lily and Danny, that night when he looked into your eyes you didn't understand that look he gave you but now you knew it was probably guilt.

Given the severity of the situation, it was likely that he was going to get charged with manslaughter and his life was ruined, that was given.

When you saw Daemon that day he seemed lost too so you just wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly to comfort him.

“Did she ever tell you about this?”

You asked him as you pulled away so he shook his head lightly,

“I can't make sense of it…how could you be involved in something like that and then..she must have known that ship would sink and she didn't even try to warn us or— i -” you rubbed his shoulders with your fingers to comfort him as you heard his voice breaking, he was at loss of words as well, same as you but it was more difficult for him because Lily was involved.

“You spend years with someone and you think you know who they are but I.. didn't know her ..at all. How could I have been in love with her if I didn't know her like that?” his eyes teared up as he questioned you so you cupped his cheeks and kissed his forehead.

“It's not that easy.. love is complex..you can't put it in a box like that Daemon..you loved her but honestly she never deserved your love”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer as you said that, until now he had never heard you saying anything against Lily even when she gave you every reason to do so but now he understood your resentment as he felt the same way about it. He resented her now especially because ever since he had returned all she had tried to do was possess him again, she didn't care what he had gone through and she definitely didn't care that she was one of the reasons why that had happened to him.

He really thought that perhaps with time a friendship could develop between them again but this revelation had changed that for him. He didn't want her in her life anymore, he didn't want to be around her in any form.

A week later you were packing for that surprise trip and Emma offered to help you with that,

“Where is he taking you?” She asked you so you shrugged in response as you didn't know yourself where he was taking you. This was his big surprise.

“He won't say anything..I was hoping he had spilled something to Aemond or Cole-”

“Nahh Aemond would have told me”

You nodded as she said that, the next morning he picked you up in the earliest and as you reached the dock with him your blood ran cold so he took his seat belt off and grabbed your hand.

“I need you to trust me, okay? Can you?” he asked you softly so you gulped in nervousness.

“Are we.. going on a boat ride?” your voice shook as you spoke so he nodded,

“It's going to be ok..I'll take care of you I promise.. I just ..just trust me please”

You cupped his cheeks as he said that. The ocean terrified you, anything to do with ships or boats scared you but you wanted to trust him because you had a feeling this was something really important to him and you had a feeling wherever he was taking you would only bring you happiness because he was certain of it.

As you boarded the high-speed boat, the churning waters and the speed at which the vessel was traveling brought back memories so you spent most of the time being in the deck with Daemon,

Apart from you two there were two trained operators who were going to drive you both towards the destination, you noticed how the boat was equipped with everything you'd ever need in the case of an emergency. Plenty of rations, clothes and other necessities were available.

“How much did you spend on this?” You asked him softly as you both were cuddling on the bed so he gave you a smirk.

“You don't have to worry about that..I wanted to do this for both of us”

He was being so cryptic and mysterious and perhaps you'd have felt wary of a man's intentions but it was Daemon, your cavemon and if there was something you knew about that man then it was the fact that he'd never hurt you or harm you in anyways.

With Daemon by your side the time always seemed to race so approx two days later as you finally reached your destination he put a blindfold over your eyes and asked you to not try to peek until he said so.

You couldn't help but giggle, his excitement was infectious.

He wrapped his arms around your waist as he guided you off the boat and as soon as he put you down you felt the warm sand beneath your feet and let out a literal gasp.

“Daemon–” your voice came out in a whisper and as you inhaled the air, your eyes widened.

You didn't even have to guess anymore as you recognized the scent of your surroundings immediately. You had spent six months here after all.

You were back on the island, the island that had saved your life in a way and brought the love of your life closer to you.

The uninhabited island that was now owned by Daemon Targaryen and had a name now. Utopia- a place where everything was perfect.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Note: There will be an epilogue for this to sum it up. But this was all I had to tell about Mr Cavemon and his brave girl that risked everything for him. Hope my lovely few readers had enjoyed this story 🥺

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[star-suh]

So since you write for Jackson wang

I have a silly request

How about writing like one of those old wattpad fanfics where you get invited to his private VIP party and he ends up having sex with you and falling in love with you

I’d absolutely love to see your take on one of those fics

Not Your Typical Party 

jackson wang x male reader

cw: top jackson, bttm m reader, friends to lovers trope, some fluff sprinkled, some angst sprinkled too (like crying, a bit and comforting), implied kinda drunk jackson during sex but he is conscious, passionate and rough sex at the same time, pet names, fingering, spit as lub, unprotected sex, mating press (kinda obsessed with it later teehee)

—

it was friday night and y/n was getting ready to go to THE jackson wang's party, it is well known that he loves to throw wild vip parties in the most luxurious places in the city, so for y/n it was like a goal accomplished being capable of assist to at least one of those. it happened during one of y/n's walks, he accidentally bumped into jackson, his old college friend/crush. "y/n?" says jackson "woah, i almost didn't recognize you without your glasses. how's your life going?" he asked. "hehe, nothing much" answered y/n "just working". "you should take a break, it will do good to you" recommended the man "i'm organizing a party this friday night, come enjoy all the night" he smiled at y/n making him a bit flustered "ah… ye-yeah" he stuttered. "here give me your number" says jackson passing to y/n his phone so he can type his number on it, "done" answered the flustered guy, "ok, see you later pal" he says while waving his hand "ah, put on those glasses you look cute with them" he yells while entering his car.

—

"well, let's go" said y/n nervously opening the doors, he thought that his feelings for jackson were gone but no… they're there. he was received by lots of colored neon lights, people drinking, dancing and swimming in the pool, there was a sexy shirtless dj accompanied by lots of girls and a boy sitting who was kinda sad, y/n felt bad for him and was gonna ask him what happened "oh there you are" yelled jackson y/n turned towards the voice meeting a jackson in a robe and long pants, he was shirtless showing his perfect abs "oh h-hey" stuttered y/n "like the view? you're stuttering" mocked and laughed jackson "come here take a drink" y/n did as he said "i'll come later" jackson waves a goodbye and left y/n in a table drinking.

minutes have passes and y/n was getting bored, this definitely wasn't a place for him, all people having fun but not him "i guess it was a bad idea coming here" he says circling the bottle's tip. y/n stands up and went to the bathroom, find jackson to say goodbye and leave. 

"oh hey" y/n says to get jackson's attention who was talking to some girls "talk to you later" he says to the girls and went straight to y/n "what happened?" he asks. "nothing" replied y/n touching the back of his neck embarrassed "just wanted to say goodbye i have to go now". "no, please don't go" says the drunk man, grabbing y/n by the hand and dragging him towards a room, jackson's bedroom. "please stay with me" begged jackson starting to kiss y/n who opened his eyes wide in surprise but just let himself go enjoying the delicious and wet kiss "you taste like many liquors" said y/n making jackson smile.

the clothes of both were being discarded one by one with jackson touching every inch of y/n's sexy body "so fucking sexy. and just for me" growled the man on y/n's ear. jackson started to grope y/n's ass and squeeze it very hard "hng" moaned y/n. "yes like that. moan for me pretty" whispered jackson kissing y/n's shoulders and the bottom doing the same with jackson's collarbones.

jackson lifted one of y/n's leg with a hand while fingering him with the other. "please, just put it in already" whimpered y/n wanting to feel jackson inside him "as you wish prince". both lay down in bed and jackson introduced his cock in y/n then leaving it in there without moving so y/n would get used to the sensation. "you don't how much i've craved this. i love you" y/n then realizes what he just said and look directly at jackson's eyes "oh i'm sorry" said y/n embarrassed. "what do you mean?" asked jackson, "it's nothing" y/n was scared, he didn't know how jackson was going to react, he was dumb for saying that in the middle of sex, many mixed emotions made y/n start to cry. 

"shush, don't cry pretty boy" whispered jackson "it's ok, don't cry" he says wiping y/n tears and hugged him "it's ok, let it all out" he rubs y/n's back. seeing how he calmed down a bit jackson says "it's ok, you know why?" looking at y/n with loving eyes "i love you too silly" he smiles and kisses y/n who was shocked, his all-life crush just said that he loves him? y/n can't believe it. "and as proof of my love for you i'm gonna make you mine tonight" jackson bit y/n's ear and started to thrust. y/n was happy for what he just heard "fill me with your love then" he says hugging jackson as hard as he can…

in a mating press position jackson was drilling y/n so hard that the bed started to shake "i'm not gonna stop until you're full of my love,  i don't care if the bed breaks" the party man assured y/n couldn't say anything just moans and whimpers, feeling jackson reaching his sweet spot with every thrust. he then slip all his cock out leaving just the tip inside y/n's puffy gaping hole and then slammed again, doing the same thing like 10 times again. y/n started to jerk off feeling that sensation in his stomach "i'm gonna cum jackson" drool spilling out of his mouth "cum for me baby" says the top, kissing y/n and playing with his nipples to make him cum fast. "i'm c-cumming" yelled y/n shooting his cum landing on his abdomen and jackson's chest and some on his chin, he then cleans it with his thumb and lick it "so tasty" says jackson. "get ready to get filled" says jackson speeding up his pace, the loud music outside covering the skin slapping sounds "receive all my love and don-don't waste it" he says feeling he is very close "love. love. love. receive. all. my. lovee~" every word accompanied by a hard thrust, cumming finally in the last one and filling y/n's insides with his sperm. "i love you so much prince" says jackson laying at the side of y/n caressing his face, "i love you too" y/n replies…

—

it was morning, both already cleaned up and jackson accompanied y/n to the front door passing by drunk people sleeping everywhere in the garden. "ok then, see you later i guess" says y/n shyly waving "wait, hold on" yells jackson making y/n turn around to face him "here let me put them on you" he puts the glasses on y/n and adjusts his hair "you look cute on them" he says once again making y/n flustered "don't say that" y/n pushes jackson's shoulder who just laughed "why don't you wait for me to get ready and i take you in my car?... and i can invite you to have breakfast in a cafeteria i know, food there is delicious. what do you think?" he asks, "sounds good for me. just don't be late" answered y/n.

jackson kissed y/n leaving him surprised "it's a date then" he goes quickly to change clothes and y/n just looks at him with his face red as a tomato "fuck… i blush too easily... damn!" he thinks.

#jacksong wang x male reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #male reader #got7 x male reader #wang jackson x male reader #male reader smut #fluff attempt #angst attempt

[f0point5]

You know, I love Seb (he’s the person who got me into F1) and I respect Lewis and his accomplishments but one thing I’ll never forgive them (and a lot of the older drivers, most already retired now) for is how they treated Max when he came into F1.

Yes, he might have been their rival but he was also a teenager, a literal child and gosh… I know Max probably doesn’t really care anymore but I still hurt for him sometimes.

Especially when you consider that he was the one paving the way for his generation. When Charles and Lando and George and everyone else came up a few years later they were welcomed as the youth, the future of the sport. Older drivers talking about their talent and how great it is to see them come up.

Max didn’t get that. He got shouts of “too young”, “too reckless”, “too… too much”.

So no, to me the only real grid dad (or maybe grid uncle is more fitting, idk) will be Fernando Alonso who said that some people are simply ready earlier than others and that Max should be judged on his performance in the races, not his age (paraphrased).

Fernando who has been an idol a lot of the younger generation growing up but also exchanged helmets with Oscar and Zhou, joked with Lando on instagram, talks Le Mans with Max and probably many more moments I’m forgetting about rn.

THIS.

Honestly, I don’t really get the Seb hype. He just has never given me good vibes. I didn’t watch during the RB days so maybe if I’d seen his golden era I’d have gotten attached but he has just always seemed…not likeable. Clearly a very driven, straightforward, intelligent guy, but something about him doesn’t sit well with me. Anyway rant over.

I’m not even going to talk about LH because…par for the course.

Yes, they were all mean to him. As grown men, too, how are you not absolutely embarrassed?! I get that he’s a kid and maybe you don’t want to hang out with him or confront the fact that you’re not the hotshots anymore but omg it’s a CHILD. (And Seb who made a bit of a meal out of being a bullying victim as a kid…I see you.)

No one else of Max’s generation would have survived the way they treated him, I stand by that. They all needed the support they got, and Max had none of it from his peers. I can’t see Max being the type who cared per se, because he was probably already used to being…not ostracised, but like…observed? And also because of how he grew up I don’t think anyone’s words could rattle him. But even if he didn’t care the grown men should have known better.

If I were Max I’d still be laughing about how bitter I made men in their 30s. Like “I couldn’t grow facial hair and y’all were running scared”. But I still think it must have been a pretty lonely few years until others his age started catching up.

I think Max was really lucky to have such a tight team (Christian, Helmut, Jos, Ray, GP) around him to insulate him a bit and stop him getting pushed around but the way these men tried it. (Toto I’m looking at your for the Jos phonecall.)

Yeah Fernando is the only one who I think was ready to embrace the new frontier as it were. But he is just kind of like that. I feel like he doesn’t feel his age is the disadvantage that most do, and that’s why he’s not so afraid of younger drivers. Like, his relationship with Max, Carlos, lando, George (nye buddies lol) and Zhou (literally just today saw a quote of him talking about how nice Alonso was to him, even Lance, he treats them as much as peers as he does his own generation, it’s cute.

Also, this is kinda random but I swear Nico and Max were kind of friendly in the early years? Max has known Nico a long time, despite the age difference (he said he remembered glasses Nico used to wear at like 7, and Nico once went out with his mum?), Nico was on the jet with Max on his birthday in…2017? And I think there’s a picture of Max having flown with some guys (including both Nicos in 2016) and for some reason I’ve always had the idea that Hulkenberg was his link to that whole crew? (Idk if this whole friendship is a headcanon but for some reason I feel like these two are/were kinda connected)

But yeah, agree. Grown men acting like little bitches. That generation I think was the last generation with real bitterness between the drivers, though. Idk you wouldn’t catch me being a jerk to a kid but I’ve never been terrified of a kid before so 🤷‍♀️

#max verstappen #f1 #formula 1 #sebastian vettel #fernando alonso

[autistichalsin]

I wonder if you have thoughts on like.... the other members of his grove? and halsin relating to them? bc apart from rath and maybe two more, they all seem very dicky to me 🤔 and ya, halsin said it's been a burden, and being a kind-hearted dude like him leading a bunch of bastards that think so highly of themselves could definitely contribute to the stress. I guess i don't get it? the one at the steps by the bear is like 'hold on give them a chance' @ the bear when we come in but then in the same breath is like 'no step further or i show you my claws' and seems like has to be talked down from being hostile by third druid; then later when we stop the ritual she's like 'we stopped the chanting but that doesn't give you the right to be disrespectful to this place' and some rando other druid went something along the lines of 'you're overstaying your welcome' - im just thinking how horrible halsin's life must have been surrounded by pricks like that 😔

Short version: yeah, everyone but Rath, Nettie, and Apikusis suck lol

Long version: everyone but Rath, Nettie, and Apikusis suck, BUT you can see several who are having doubts about what they're doing, and many of them come back to themselves once Halsin returns.

There were, I think, multiple things going on here:

By his own admission, Halsin wasn't a very strong leader. He never had leadership skills taught or modeled for him before becoming Archdruid, and further, his promotion was under incredibly traumatic circumstances. The survivor guilt, the admiration he had towards the previous Archdruid, likely left him not wanting to fully engage with the role out of fear of replacing him or at least seeming to do so.

The refugee situation was noted to be causing stress at the Grove as supplies were dwindling (I guess we're supposed to forget Goodberry is a spell ANY Druid can do, lol). This would have not only sown resentment against Halsin and the refugees for putting them in this situation, but crucially, it would have given an outsider enemy for the Grove. Cults (like the Shadow Druids) operate at their strongest when they have a threat, or appearance of one, to unite members and potential members under. "We are the only ones who can keep you safe from these outsiders who may be from hell itself, who are using all your supplies and contributing nothing, who are the reason you're being attacked by goblins every other day." And Halsin, as much as I love him, showed poor judgment in going with the goblins at that precise moment, and with little explanation to the others. It shows where his heart and priorities are- always with the Shadow-Cursed Lands first- but that would not be an endearing things for his stressed Druids.

Kagha not only fell in with this cult, but unfortunately, she had a lot of what Halsin was lacking as a leader- she just chose to use this skills for evil. She was persuasive (something Halsin admits he wasn't so good at), she presented herself as being concerned with the group's welfare in a way Halsin wasn't quite able to do (since his heart was elsewhere), and her zealotry seemed preferable to the other Druids in contrast to Halsin's mixed attention.

This cannot be understated: the Grove was deliberately targeted by Ketheric Thorm. He knew from experience that the Grove posed a significant threat, and he ordered his underlings to make contact with the Shadow Druids and send them to the Emerald Grove, to either persuade them to carry out the Rite of Thorns or at least cause so much division that the social bonds collapsed entirely and the Grove was left too divided to be able to accomplish anything. Ketheric and the Shadow Druids were able to find all of the above weaknesses and exploit them effortlessly.

So then it became a game of scapegoating, which is a favored recruitment technique of cults. "We're here because of the Other, and because our leader was too weak to fix the problem before it got this bad. We need a new leader; a leader who cares only for us and isn't afraid to tell the truth about these immigrants refugees who want to destroy America our Grove by leading gangsters and drug lords goblins right to us! Build the Wall Perform the Rite of Thorns!"

No one is immune to propaganda and everyone is a potential target for cults. It very well could be that all of the Druids, even Kagha, were once genuinely kind people who were manipulated by the cult into believing their kindnesses would get the Grove destroyed; they took on the "it's us or them" mentality.

For the timeframe to work, it either would have had to be happening in secret before Halsin left, or Halsin would have had to be gone for a while; since we know it wasn't TOO terribly long but hadn't JUST happened either, my guess is that Kagha had been spreading Shadow Druid doctrine in secret for some time, and had been planning to usurp Halsin's position even if he hadn't been kidnapped. That just made it easier once it happened. (There is a formal process within the Druids to challenge an Archdruid for their position; I don't know if Halsin even would have fought Kagha that hard if she kept her true intentions a secret. He had faith in her at this point after all, and didn't want the leadership position. That's a terrifying thought.)

So, then, Halsin comes back, and sees evil ideas spreading in all his Druids, starting with Kagha. Depending on the player's actions, he may or may not know it goes deeper than her. He can also see that his reputation has been severely damaged, if not ruined, in his absence; almost none of the Druids have any respect for him anymore. So he makes the wise decision to bring in Francesca, who they have no choice but to respect, and backs away himself. At this point, he intends to return someday when the Druids have been deprogrammed, but of course, later he decides it's not worth it anyway.

So back to: how bad must his life have been surrounded by that? Well, as mentioned, my headcanon is he wasn't surrounded by it very long, if at all. He thought everything was just normal, until he got back from being kidnapped and quickly found it very much wasn't. Whether that's better or worse, though, is up to interpretation. What's worse- seeing those you love fall victim to a cult, or thinking everything is completely fine, and then one day discovering they've been sucked in deep and there's nothing you can do to persuade them anymore since they've come to see you as The Enemy?

In any case, Halsin deserved much better, and I like to think he keeps in touch with Nettie, Rath, and Apikusis after the epilogue, even if he keeps his distance from the Grove itself.

#halsin #halsin silverbough #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #kagha

[judysxnd]

Can you write a fluf pedro please? Maybe one where the reader is trying to get him somw sleep and we know he is a workaholic

Thank you for your request! I tried to write it from the reader’s pov. I’m not used to it, and I don’t really like it, so I don’t think I’ll do it again. I automatically write from an omniscient point of view and even as I wrote this one I had to correct myself so many times because I wrote “you” instead of “I”. I think it makes it a little weird, don’t hesitate to tell me. If it bothers me too much I might change the pov. We’ll see! But I really liked the idea, thank you! I hope you like it!

I have one more request that I need to write. I think by Sunday I’ll publish it! I also had a few ideas on my own today, like literally I had lunch at 2pm and couldn’t eat properly because I had to write the ideas before I forget them. I’m so excited, it’s been a while since I felt like that towards writing!!!

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“That was a good book” I said, sighing. “But the ending though, I really need to buy the second book”. I turned my head to the left, thinking I’d see Pedro, but he wasn’t there. I frowned then took my phone to look at the time. 1:17am. “I read for that long?” I was shocked. I got up, and exited the bedroom to find Pedro.

It was late and very weird that Pedro wasn’t next to me in bed. Sleeping or not, he usually joins me around 11pm. As I entered the living room, I noticed light coming from the kitchen. When I entered, there he was, extremely focused on reading what was in front of him. A cup of coffee was next to him. I silently walked next to him. He didn’t even hear nor notice me. When I arrived next to him, I saw that he was reading his lines, and that the coffee cup was almost empty. That’s when I remembered that he was starting soon to film for his latest tv show, so he was working a lot to learn his lines

“How many coffees did you have?” I asked, finally breaking the silence. He got a little scared which made him turned to me very quickly. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you” I laughed as I was caressing his back.

“I don’t know, I stopped counting after pouring the third one” you sighed.

“You need to go to sleep P”

“I’m not tired, the coffee’s working”

“It’s really late, at least stop and join me in bed”

“I can’t, look it’s just two sentences, those two, I can’t remember them, it’s not even 20 words” he said, showing me the line.

“It’s because you’re too tired” I now had my hand in his hair. “Come with me to bed please”

“I told you I am not tired”

“Who said we were going to sleep?” he looked at me confused. I went behind him, putting both of my hands on his shoulder, starting to massage him. “You are all tensed up. You need to relax, let me give you a massage. If you don’t want to sleep after then I’ll let you learn your lines”

“Hm.. okay” he said, already giving in, feeling my hands on his body. I knew he would fall asleep under my touch. Apparently I have magical hands. Also, he is very tired and deeply needs to sleep. He spent hours and hours reading his lines, making his brain work more than it was supposed to.

I took his right hand, and guided him to the bedroom. I already had some calm music playing in the background that I put when I was reading.

“Take off your shirt, I’m going to get some oil” I said as we both arrived next to the bed. Pedro did what he was told and laid down on his stomach. Not even two minutes later, I was already on top of him, putting some oil on his back. He was humming as I was massaging him. Literally, it was like music to my ears. “Feels good doesn’t it” I whispered, trying to lullaby him slowly with my voice.

“Yeah.. it does” he quietly said. Minutes by minutes, I felt his body relax, until it wasn’t anymore. That’s when I noticed that his eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly opened.

“Pedro?” I asked. No response. “Mission accomplished” I whispered, getting off of him very slowly. I went to wash my hands in the bathroom then came back to bed, joining him.

Next morning, I woke up by arms around my body, and hands pulling me. Pedro was pulling me against him. I couldn’t help but giggle.

“Good morning angel” he said with his raspy voice, right next to my ears, making me shiver. A big smile formed on my face.

“Good morning” I answered. I finally turned around to face him. His face was more relaxed, not showing any sign of tiredness anymore. “How did you sleep?” I said, playing with his messy hair.

“Very good” he said analyzing me, his gaze wandering on my face. Then he added “Thank you” before kissing my forehead “I don’t know what I would do without you”

“Anything for mi querido” we both smiled. Pedro suddenly kissed me and pulled me even closer to him.

#fanfic #imagine #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #oneshot #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal preferences

[saturnalmoss]

ARM-WRESTLER

CHAPTER ONE

A curious case of littering

Master Post

An arm was what had caught York’s attention.

He was taking his daily jog around Fancy Town. There weren’t much in the way of alleys here, but the older parts of town had some number of dark nooks and crannies. It was here that York noticed an odd shape on the ground.

It was still there on the second lap. He stopped and looked around. It was getting to be evening, but the brownstones remained quiet, curtains drawn or maybe empty. The irregular lots between them like rotten teeth grew wild with weeds and garbage.

York walked up to the thing on the ground: an arm - as he had thought. He had felt the call to wrestle in his hindbrain before his eyes had even registered it, but if they were lying on the ground, they probably hadn’t got the energy for a good armwrestle. That’s what he had decided on his first lap.

Now, he realized, this arm would never wrestle again. He stood a little longer, then pulled his brand new, refurbished, little flip bone out of his jacket pocket. He was reticent to get an iBone when he couldn't be bothered to memorize a bone number but Rosé way struck with inspiration after their last adventure.

York carefully pressed the buttons marked with stars in the order of the constellation. He had even written orcish on them to help practice the foreign numbers. He figured, in for a phalange in for a femur.

“York!” Rosé said happily.

“Rosé.” York said. “I found an arm.”

“Uh.”

“It’s on the ground, and ain’t attached to no one.” He wanted to hold it up, but Jancy had drilled into him that the crime scene was not to be touched until photos could be taken, and his iBone did not have picture capability.

“Oh no. Uh. Okay, Jancy isn’t in the office - she went to talk to a potential client. UH.”

“Can you call her?”

“Potential client! Her bone is on silent.”

“Can you call Grandma?”

York listened patiently as Rosé muttered something about holding and groups and beep boops.

“Grenda Highforge speaking.”

“Grandma, I found an arm.” York said. There was silence on the other end while Rosé thought of how to rephrase.

“...It’s by itself, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Also Rosé is here. On the bone, not with me. Rosé, I don't know where you are,” York crouched down on the ground to examine the lone arm again.

“Hi, Rosé!”

“Hi. I'm in the office and Jancy isn’t in the office so we don’t know what to do. Can you do your best Jancy for a minute and tell us what to do?”

“Uh! Yeah. Uh. Don’t touch anything!” York nodded; accomplished. “Secure the area?”

York looked around. Still not a soul, as far as he could tell. “Next?”

“Maybe draw a chalk outline?” Grenda suggested.

“I don’t got chalk.”

“Oh, I do! Well, with me.”

Rosé chimed in, “Grandma, I’m heading over there. Let’s all meet up.” York nodded again, unseen.

“Good idea! Where should I go?” There was a sudden silence on the other end. Rosé stopped in her tracks.

“Uh. Yeah. Uh, what do you see nearby, York?”

York listed them the landmarks nearby. The city folks insistence on naming all the places they go instead of just going was still weird to him. Then again, Northern Tribe orcs didn’t tend to plan to go places together so much as just run into each other sometimes.

The other two tell him to stay on the iBone, maybe look for a blood trail.

“Ain’t no blood.”

“What.” Grenda said.

“Don’t like that.” Rosé said. York peered closer.

“Actually, I don’t think this thing ever had blood to begin with.” He held it up triumphantly. “Yeah! It’s metal! It’s a metal arm!”

“What like a prosthetic? Or a mannequin?”

“Or a crash test dummy?” Rosé added.

“A prosthetic?” York said derisively.

“A prosthetic is a replacement limb!” Grandma told him helpfully. A dog yipped in the background.

“I know what a prosthetic is! But this ain’t no prosthetic. It doesn’t even have spikes.”

“Northern Tribes do prosthetics differently, eh, buddy?” Rosé said.

York turned the arm over in his hand. “Yeah! You just stick a weapon in there! Whose gonna make a whole fake arm to put on your arm when you can stick an ax in there?” He looked at the arm again. “Oh, shit.”

“What?” Rosé asked

“Even for a leg?” Grenda said at the same time.

“Uh, no, hammer’s best if you lose a leg.” York said distractedly, putting the arm on the ground gingerly. “Swords and axes’ll just stick in the ground.” He pushed the palm a little, then pulled it back again.

“What if you just lost the front of your foot, could you get a dagger and do sick kick flip stabby stabs?”

“Yeah. Classic.” York muttered.

“I’m here!” Rosé said and York stood up sharply. She looked at him, then the arm. She raised an eyebrow. York stared.

“Ooh, in stereo! I’ll be there soon. Plus, I have a client! Maybe she can do a little sniffing?”

Rosé, Grenda, and York stared down at the hand together. A dog panted happily nearby, tied tightly to a stake. A little bowl of water glittered. “So, no blood. No body.” Rosé said. “Does that mean this is a lost item, not a murder?”

“It could still be a missing person!” Grenda said helpfully. “You never know.”

“It’s definitely a prosthetic, though? Even though it’s not a weapon?” York asked.

“I mean, I could knock someone out with that.” Rosé said. “Not that I would, because I am a good girl.”

Grenda nodded. “See the bits here? I think it’s so the arm can move. And the fingers have grippies for... gripping. And up at the end it’s kind of softer? To stick to the person. Not a mannequin, Probably a prosthetic. Definitely missing! I bet someone wants this back.” Grenada beamed up at their friends.

Rosé hummed softly, and stroked her chin. “The rules are different for a missing belonging...” York nodded, Grenda smiled. “So... what if we hunted down the owner and returned the arm?”

“And fined ‘em for littering.”

“Wouldn’t Jancy be proud of us?”

“So proud.” Grenda said.

“So proud.” York agreed.

#poscamarkers #drawfee #multi media #fanfic #writing #drawtectives #long post #saturnart

[ijustreallylovethem]

how it started

the list masterlist

you felt like you were snooping. but technically, you weren’t. connor had asked you to grab the notebook from his desk and send him a picture of a specific page. so it wasn’t your fault when you went flipping through said notebook trying to find what he needed. what he may have forgotten though, was the list he had written out just two pages before the one he needed you to send him. so after snapping a quick picture and texting him the information, you flipped back to the page with “bucket list” scribbled into the top margin.

connor had never said anything to you about a bucket list, so the items he could have written on it intrigued you. what kinds of things could someone already living out their dream have written to do before they die? but as you started reading, the small smile that was on your lips fell and your jaw dropped open. there’s no way.

you took a moment to compose yourself, looking away from the notebook. should you continue reading this? but curiosity got the best of you, and before you realized, you were sitting down on the edge of his bed with the notebook in your hands. you eyes scanned the words your best friend had written. on some items, you wondered how he had yet to accomplish them while on others, you wondered why he wanted to accomplish them. you must have spent too much time wondering, because suddenly to notebook was being ripped from your hands.

“what are you doing?” you looked up with wide eyes to see an angry connor.

“it’s not my fault,” was your only defense.

“not your fault?”

“you’re the one who told me to open that notebook!”

“yeah but not to this page!” he held up the notebook for emphasis, then threw it on the bed with a groan. you watch him for a moment, one question sitting on the top of your tongue. you’re too curious to keep it there.

“have you really not done any of that stuff?” you ask quietly but genuinely. if anyone else would’ve asked, he’d think they were making fun of him, but the way you spoke told him you really wanted to know. he sighed, plopping down next to you.

“no. i haven’t. it’s embarrassing, and that list is embarrassing.” you slowly shook your head.

“nothing to be embarrassed about. everyone has things they want to try. most people just don’t write them down and call it a bucket list.” you gave him a small smile when he groaned again.

“yeah, yeah, tease me all you want.”

“hmm, i don’t recall seeing ‘teasing’ written on there.” he rolled his eyes but gave you a smile. you sat for a moment before getting up and making your way to the door. you were nearly into the hallway when you turned around, deciding to just say what you were thinking instead of keeping the thought to yourself. “look, you can totally reject me here if you want, but i just want you to know that a lot of those things would be on my bucket list too. so if you ever want to cross some things off…” you turned and left then, heading across the hall to your own room and leaving connor staring at where you had been standing.

he wasn’t sure he heard you correctly at first, so he took a few minutes to go over what you had said. then he took another few minutes to fully register what had come out of your mouth. there was no way that you, his best friend for nine years and now roommate, had just offered to help him fulfill his sex bucket list, was there?

#raegan talks about blurbs #the list #connor bedard

[gemini-sensei]

Let's Have a Baby | Omega!Moon x Omega!Reader ft. Alpha!Hawk

CW: piv smut, breeding kink, rough sex, marking kink, threesome, married!Moon and Reader, chubby!Reader, discussions around getting pregnant.

Moon giggled at Reader's panting breaths, smiling at her wife as they lay in their big, lush bed together. Before either of them knew it, their lips came together again and Reader smiled into the kiss. They wound their arms around each other, making out in the after-glow of sex. It was another one of those days Moon was gone for the entirety of the day, leaving her pretty, chubby wife home alone. She was nowhere close to her heat, but Reader was insatiable when Moon finally arrived home and pounced her. It was sad to be home all alone without her wife there to spend time with her, but she loved Moon in part of the environmental work that she did. But they didn't talk about that when she got home. They fucked for hours.

Which led them to now, as they moaned and sighed into each other's mouths, too tired to fuck one more time. Their pussies were puffy and wet, clenching and twitching in the aftermath of their passionate fuck. Moon finally pulled away from Reader and smiled down at her. "I love you."

Reader smiled back up at her, the musk of sex mixing with her sweet scent. It permeated the room. It screamed love. They didn't have to say it because they knew they loved each other so much. They wouldn't be able to have sex like that outside of their heats without massive amounts of love. Yet, she still intended to say it.

However, she said something else.

"I want a baby."

Moon's smile melted away for a split second, replaced with shock as these words were processed. Then she smiled again, tired but happy. "Really?"

"Yeah, I do," Reader said.

It was something she thought about often. With Moon's wealth she inherited from her family, they didn't have to work. It allowed Moon the freedom to work for a nonprofit that were helping the environment, organizing clean-ups and such. She loved it. It was what she wanted to do most of all. But she was gone a lot, to organize and be at peaceful protests and other stuff. It left Reader lonely most of the time, especially when she traveled out of town to go to a protest or meeting in some other city or even state. So she'd thought about kids in the meantime. A baby would be nice.

Moon giggled and kissed Reader's jaw. "Let's do it, then."

~~~

The research that went into having pups as an omega couple was exhausting. Reader didn't know so much went into having pups as omegas. She thought it would be easy, but as it would turn out, they had to be accepted by a clinic and tested for STIs and other things before they'd even consider finding the couple a donor. It was scary and weird and Reader didn't like it at all. Moon didn't want to use a clinic anyway. She much preferred the idea of an all natural conception.

So once they decided to go that route, Reader's mind was a little more at ease. She wouldn't have to deal with sterile tables and needles and tubes. She wouldn't be inseminated by a doctor wearing gloves and instead, they'd find someone to help them do it the all natural way. That sounded like a much better plan of action.

That line of thinking had the wives at one of their dear friend's house.

Hawk was a strong, accomplished alpha. He was smart, physically fit, and had few medical issues that worried them. They knew clefts were genetic but that wouldn't make them love a pup any less. They actually liked Hawk just the way he was and if he agreed to help them conceive, they knew a pup with a cleft would never change their mind.

"You two seriously want me to help?" he asked, sitting a little frigidly. He wrung his wrist between his hand as he looked down at the floor. "Me, really?"

Reader nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, you."

Moon giggled at her wife's excitedness. She thought she was so cute. She kissed Reader's cheek as a small reminder to reel it in a bit. They didn't want to scare him off.

"I never thought about this before," Hawk admitted, his cheeks turning red.

Moon assured him, "You don't have to give us an answer now. We're eager but patient. If you say no, that's okay. We understand."

"No, not that," he said, then stopped himself. He seemed lost, at a loss. He was struggling to string his words together. "I want to help. You're my friends and I'm honored you thought of me as someone who can do this for you guys. I just don't know if you want me."

"Hawk, you're our first and only choice at the moment," Reader told him. She reached out to him and put her hand on his arm, stopping his nervous ticking.

"I am?" he asked as he looked at her.

She and Moon nodded.

"We've thought about this a lot and the idea of waiting for a clinic to test us and accept us feels so wrong," Moon told him, making a face. She didn't like the sterile environment that was down the other path. It just wasn't for them. "Please, take all the time you need to think about this."

"Me..." he said, smiling to himself and then at them. He seemed happy yet confused. "Even with my fucked up lip?"

They nodded.

Reader smiled at him. "It's not fucked up," she told him. "It's a part of you and if you were to give us a pup or two and they happen to have clefts, it would be a part of them. And we would love them with or without that. Our love is already unconditional."

Hawk nodded slowly, falling silent. The omega couple thought that he needed time, so they stood up to leave. However, Hawk grabbed Reader's wrist gently.

"I want to do this. I don't have to think long on it."

Reader couldn't help squealing and pouncing him for a hug. He caught her but that didn't stop her from knocking him over. Moon joined the hug and they sat like that for a while as Reader started crying. She was so overwhelmed by joy and Moon awed, wiping her tears away. Hawk released a calming scent for her because she was bawling and his instinct told him to make the omega happy, which made her laugh in the end.

They were going to have a pup.

~~~

It was decided long before they asked Hawk to be their donor that Reader was going to be the pregnant omega. So Moon helped her plan for the whole thing. They started tracking her cycle a lot closer and when she went into pre heat, Moon texted Hawk about it. She called out of work for a week and then some to be there with Reader through her heat, to cool her down as the discomfort settled in, to fuck her when it go to be a bit too much. The prospect of getting pregnant seemed to make it that much worse, at least in her pre heat, and the omega pair could hardly imagine what her actual heat was going to look like when the time came.

It was horrible when it finally happened.

Reader woke Moon up in the middle of the night with terrible cries. She was humping her leg, bare pussy pushing out slick as if trying to fill an ocean. Moon kissed her and laid her down, then striped herself naked so she could scissor her and help the pain. When Reader came, it helped relief the pain she had in her gut, but not completely. She wasn't satiated and Moon knew it wouldn't be long before she was whining again. She needed more than she could give her.

So she called Hawk, woke him up in the middle of the night like Reader had done to her, and asked him to come over. Reader's begging and whining in the background was a great motivator. He was at there house within thirty minutes wearing nothing more than a pair of gray sweatpants and a hoodie. He quickly ripped them off, knowing that if he didn't get undressed soon, Reader would tear his clothes to shreds.

"Alpha!" she cried as soon as his scent entered the house.

Moon led him to their bedroom and he went to Reader. Though she wasn't his omega, he was an unclaimed alpha and Reader was an omega in need. She not only needed him to satiate the heat but knock her up. She wanted a baby and he was there to help give her that. It was a great motivator in getting him hard other than the overly sweet scent of her heat and the begging.

She practically clung to him as he slipped his cock between her folds, wetting himself with her slick before he would even stick it in her. She whined and chirped desperately, the first few hours of her heat always the worst. She bucked her hips trying to make him slide in because she needed him. She couldn't help it.

Moon came to her side and kissed her, trying to calm her racing heart and neediness. The distraction was nice and Reader slowed down. She pushed a hand into her wife's hair and kissed her hungrily. It was wet and sloppy and the perfect kiss for that moment.

In the middle of it, Hawk took Moon's hand into his and lead it to his cock. She squeezed him, making his groan and she pulled away. She smiled down at her wife and asked, "Are you ready for him, love?"

Reader nodded, mind a foggy messy as she thought of only a handful of things: her wife, fucking, and Hawk's cock. "Please please please, need it! Need his knot, Moon!"

With that said, Moon didn't make her wait and guided Hawk's dick to her entrance. His fat head bumped her clit and she moaned, bucking her hips. Then his cock was at her entrance and he pushed into her, making her gasp sharply. She gripped Moon's hair tight, but she didn't mind. It felt good knowing Reader was getting filled with an alpha's cock that was intent on getting her pregnant.

When Hawk bottomed out, he grunted and held Reader's wide hips. He stared at her and Moon as they held each other, speaking softly into the hot air as he sat in Reader's tight pussy. His knot was pressed against her stretched out lips, not yet ready to sink into her and inflate to ensure she took his load. So he pulled back halfway out of her and thrust into her. She threw her head back and screamed with pleasure, writhing under her hold. Moon ducked down and took one of Reader's pert nipples into her mouth, her other hand grabbing her free tit and squeezing it roughly.

Moon came off as such a soft, sweet omega that Hawk thought she'd have such soft sex. However, as he watch the way Reader pulled her pretty hair and moaned loudly for her, Moon showed how rough she could be. She left dark hickeys along Reader's chest and pinched her nipples, licking stripes up to her neck when she was finished with her tits, and whispered in her ear about how hot she was going to look with milky tits and a big round belly.

It spurred Hawk on and he lost himself, fucking Reader harder. Her tits bounced and he loved the display, the way she threw her head back and called out "Alpha! Alpha! Alpha!" She looked so perfect, covered in a thin layer of sweat and that far-off look in her eyes. She wasn't fully there, overcome with her heat and the need for it to go away. Her pussy bared down on his cock hungrily, close to letting go and milking him for all he was worth.

She cried out so pretty when she finally snapped, squirting on his cock heavily, so hard her body shook. His jaw fell open as he watched her, her back arching off the mattress. He didn't stop fucking her, his cockhead kissing her spasming cervix. Then he groaned and felt his knot pulse, so he pushed into her all the way, rutting in her tight cunt once his knot popped in. He leaned over her and grunted, "I'm gonna come, omega."

She smiled in the haze. "Please, alpha. Come in my pussy. Please please please."

Her words were the end all be all. His knot swelled and stretched her poor cunt, making her whine. Then he came, giving her the buckets worth of cum he'd been saving for her. She took it so well, relaxing against the soft, sweat soaked sheets as she moaned at the sensation of being filled. Her cute little cunt milked him for every drop. She stared up at him, tired and panting, smiling up at him.

Moon giggled at her face, leaning over to kiss her tenderly. She whispered sweetly, "You did so great, Reader. So great."

Hawk felt like he was going to drop, but he held himself up so as to not crush the omega under him. He held himself up on his elbows and Moon noticed it. She gently pushed him, ushering him to roll over. After a moment of silent resistance, he did as she said and held Reader to his chest as he lay on his back. They were connected for as long as his knot would be lodged in her. It wouldn't go down for hours, two at most he thought. She laid boneless on his chest and Moon playfully smacked her fat ass, making it jiggle.

Then she got up to get some cool rags to wipe them down with. Reader thanked her for it as she dozed off, finally satiated - for the time being at least. Moon and Hawk knew that it would only last so long and he'd be fucking her full again. For now, though, it was okay.

Moon lay beside them, holding Reader's hand, and fell asleep. Hawk didn't fall asleep until the omegas were peaceful. He knew he'd be awakened in a few hours to do it all again, so he needed his rest. But he wouldn't trade it for anything. He was helping his friends after all, and that was priceless. Their happiness was the ultimate goal at the end of the day.

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[ctitan98official]

Alcina divorces Y/N but they eventually get back together part 2

I love this AU. Read the first part here! Let’s get into it!

The last few months had been hell. You were staying with Sal, but you were rarely home.

You took any jobs you could get. Mostly to keep your mind off things.

Once you got off from work, you went straight to the bar in the village and tried to ease the pain with booze. It didn’t help much, though.

Sal was worried about you. He tried not to pry, but he always offered to take you fishing or to watch a movie with you.

The girls would visit at least once a week, but usually more often than that. Bela always brought you fresh food from the castle and Dani would hardly let you go because she cuddled you so much.

Cass was more reserved around everybody else, but you could tell how much she missed you. The both of you would excuse yourselves to go talk privately. She told you a lot about what Alcina had been up to and it comforted you to know that she was keeping a regular schedule. You didn’t want her to be miserable like you. After all that had happened, you still loved her dearly. There would never be another person that could take her place.

On one particular visit, the girls all had mischievous glints in their eyes. You asked them what they were up to, but Dani just giggled and said they had a fantastic plan. You were worried. When the three of them put their minds to something, there was no telling what they could accomplish.

Bela told you that Alcina would be working closely with Mother Miranda on a new experiment and wouldn’t be home for several days.

You raised an eyebrow at this. Alcina rarely left the castle and in all the time you had known her, she had never spent even one night away.

“Wow, it must be important.” You said, furrowing your eyebrows.

Dani gushed and told you what the three of them had decided. “We’re going to throw a bit of a… Soiree while mother is away!” She said excitedly.

You couldn’t help but crack up. “So, you’re gonna throw a crazy party while your mom’s out of town? That’s awesome. Will there be drinking and debauchery?” You grinned.

Cass rolled her eyes. “No, Y/N. It’s not some silly little get together. It’s a masquerade ball. Everyone there will be in disguise.”

Dani nodded excitedly. “Yeah! And there will be beautiful girls there, Y/N. We’ve invited pretty much the whole village! You have to come!” She begged.

You blushed at the idea of the girls trying to set you up with other women. “B-but! I don’t even have a costume, and I bet I can’t get out of work!” You spluttered in embarrassment.

Bela shushed you. “What part of ‘we invited the whole village’ did you not understand? Besides, we’ve already got something for you to wear.” She says and turns to hand you a sleek black outfit and mask.

Your eyes widen at just how much thought the girls had put into this. “Damn. Well, I guess I have to go, now.” You smile. This would be a fun distraction and you’d never turn down spending time with the girls.

——————————————————————————

The day of the masquerade ball arrived and you were a bit nervous. You didn’t know what to expect, but you decided you needed to suck it up and get ready anyway. You couldn’t let Bela, Cass, and Dani down.

You had to admit, the girls had done a great job of finding your costume. It fit like a glove. Did they commission it from Donna?

Once you put on your mask, you were ready to go. It felt kind of nice pretending to be someone else for a while.

The party was in full swing once you got to the castle and it made you feel nostalgic to be back after so long. You wished you could go back in time to fix things, but you tried your best to not get in your head and upset yourself.

You spotted Bela, Cass, and Dani in matching outfits (Of course) and went over to say hello.

Dani wolf-whistled when she saw you. “Wow, Y/N. You clean up very nicely, you know that?” She teased and immediately gave you a hug.

Cass and Bela were just relieved you showed up at all. You surprised them both by pulling them into a group hug.

You reluctantly let go of your girls and nervously scratched your head. You were worried the girls were going to get into trouble.

“You don’t think Alc-” You stopped yourself and winced. You almost said her name after all this time and it stung.

Bela gave you a sympathetic look before cupping your face. “Everything has been taken care of, Y/N. Now, go mingle. I see some women over there who look very impatient to make your acquaintance.” She said and gestured to a group of young women who were checking you out.

You blushed, but Dani gave you a gentle push and sent you on your way.

Once you were out of earshot of the girls, they quickly huddled together.

“Do you think this is going to work?” Cass asked, suddenly unsure.

Bela nodded. “Yes. Mother should arrive any minute. We just have to get her to see Y/N talking with another woman and her possessiveness should do the rest.” She said confidently.

“How are you so sure she’ll react like you say?” Dani asked her eldest sister.

“Because, Dani. If I know anything, it’s that mother is painfully jealous. And, I know she still loves Y/N. They should have never separated. They’re made for each other.” Bela concluded.

Dani giggled. “So romantic! They’re soulmates!” She exclaimed, feeling more sure of their plan.

Dancing and conversation flooded the foyer for the next half hour and made the castle come to life.

You were politely mingling with other people, but on the inside you couldn’t help but think how much more fun you would be having if the lady of the castle was there with you. She was always so good at making small talk, but you were struggling a bit.

Just as a pretty blonde from the village had finally convinced you to dance with her, the castle doors opened, revealing someone you hadn’t seen in months but couldn’t couldn’t get out of your mind since the two of you parted.

“Alcina…” You whispered.

Note: Dramatic! I’ll end this one in the next installment. Hope you enjoyed!

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[strniohoeee]

im literally obsessed with ur writings❤️ can u do one where reader has social anxiety and matt tells her to be at somewhere for a date(a crowded place)but he forget to go and reader gets a panic attack and then they argue but the end is fluffy

Stuffy

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader 💌

Synopsis: Matt plans a date with Y/N, but he forgets a few days later. When Y/N shows up at the restaurant, and it’s packed she started to suffocate 🖤

Warnings⚠️: Talks of a panic attack, and that’s about it

Song for the imagine: I can’t handle change- Roar

I hated how anxious I was around people who I didn’t know, or how my throat felt like it was closing when the place became too crowded. I always struggled with social anxiety, but as I got older, and went out less it became even worse

Before I dated Matt, and we were all friends they would try and get me to go to a party, but I never ever went. I simply could not. But once Matt and I got closer, and we started dating he paved the way for me to feel more comfortable.

I didn’t go to every event, but I did show up at a lot more places, and many people were proud of how much I’ve accomplished. I was proud of myself too, I mean had you told me a year ago I’d be going to parties, and actually talking to people I would have laughed in your face. But this is all thanks to Matt. He never made me do anything I didn’t want to, and if I was uncomfortable he was always there for me.

Right now I was getting dressed because Matt asked me out on a date about three days ago. He was laying in my bed while we were dozing off.

“Let’s go out Friday night, like 8pm. I have a meeting with Laura, but after that meet me at Garden’s Kitchen” he said while snuggled into me

“Yeah sure I’ll meet you there” I told him, and we fell asleep

So that’s what I was currently getting dressed for, and I was about to head out, and meet him downtown. I was very anxious to travel downtown alone, but I knew the Uber would drop me off in front of the restaurant, and all I had to do was walk in , and meet with Matt.

I got to the restaurant at about 10 after 8, because of traffic, so that already made me anxious. I hopped out of the car, and walked inside…..immediately my heart sank. It was fucking PACKED

My heart started to race, and my palms got sweaty. I started to look around, and my eyes landed on a big sign that said $2 margaritas every Friday.

I was fucking mortified this place was so packed I kept getting bumped into. I shimmied my way to a corner, and pulled out my phone to text Matt

“Hey baby I’m here! It’s packed. Did you get a seat?” I texted him

“Hey babe, where are you?” He asked me

“I’m all the way at the front by the entrance” I texted back

“Wait what? No I mean like where are you?” He asked again

“Oh. I’m at Gardens Kitchen for our date, remember?” I texted back

“A date? I’m sorry baby I don’t remember” he said

My heart started racing even more, and I thought I was about to pass out

“The date you asked me on ... .3 days ago?” I texted back

“I’m really sorry, but I don’t remember” he said

I tried to text him, but my messages weren’t going through, so I tried to call him, but my calls weren’t going through as well….one of us had bad service.

“Excuse me ma’am” I heard so I looked up

“Yes?” I asked

“Are you getting a table or not? Theres people waiting on you” she said rudely

I looked behind me, and a line had formed

“Oh no I’m sorry!” I said back in shock

“So then step off the line” the guy behind me said

“Oh I’m sorry” i said back

Then all of a sudden it just got so loud, and everyone was talking to me, and looking at me, and I swore my hearing was going out

I started to have a panic attack, my vision got blurry, my chest was heavy and I felt like I was going to die. Then all of a sudden the tears started streaming down my face

I ran out of the restaurant trying to ground myself, and with shaky fingers i ordered an Uber to go to the triplets house

It was about a 30 minute drive, my texts and calls still weren’t going through to Matt. I was trying to stay calm but I was so overstimulated I really thought I was going to die

I had gotten to the triplets house, using the pin pad to let myself in. I heard them laughing in the kitchen

I stomped up the stairs

“HOW COULD YOU” I said stomping towards the kitchen

“Baby! Baby! You’re okay” Matt said running up to me

“YOU DIDNT ANSWER ME. YOU LEFT ME THERE AT A BUSY PLACE KNOWING HOW I GET. I HAD PEOPLE YELLING AT ME, AND I HAD A PANIC ATTACK” I said raising my voice

“I didn’t do it on purpose I swear, my phone had no service” he said looking into my eyes

“Matt, you asked me out three days ago…how did you forget? And then you send me to a restaurant that serves $2 margaritas on a Friday night…. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE WERE THERE” I said starting to shake feeling another panic attack beginning to start

“I KNOW, and I’m sorry okay I really didn’t remember. I would never do anything to hurt you” he said pulling me in and rubbing my back

“Matt I felt like I was going to die” I said sobbing into his chest

“Baby it’s okay! You’re here with me. You’re okay. Don’t worry I got you my love. Breathe in and out” he said to me

I was shaking and sobbing and I couldn’t catch my breath

“Can you hear me? Can you hear my voice? Breathe in and out okay here give me your hands” he grabbed my hands and put them on his face

“You can feel me, you feel my jaw, and my nose, you can feel me talking when I put your hands here” he said as he placed my hands on his chest

“Look at me okay look at me” he said, and finally I opened my eyes while I was taking deep shallow breaths

“Look at my eyes, what color are they?” He asked me

“Bl- they’re blue” I said in broken sobs

“And my hair what color is my hair” he said bringing my hands to his hair

“It’s brown” I said taking deeper breaths

“My lips, how do they feel” he said rubbing my finger on his lips

“They feel soft” I said

He placed his hand on my heart

“Breathe in….and out. I got you! You’re okay follow me” he said and started to breathe in and out

I followed his orders, and slowly my heart rate started to go down

“Okay good, very good. You’re okay y/n I’m here with you” he said still having his hand on my heart

“I’m sorry Matt” I said pulling him in for a hug

“This is not your fault. This is all my fault. I sent my baby out to a place, and I wasn’t even there, and I let her down. I let her have a panic attack” he said placing his hand on the back of my head kissing the top of my head

“No Matt you forgot. I should have reminded you” I told him pulling away

“Don’t worry about it baby , okay. This will never ever happen ever again. I will never do some stupid shit like that again” he said walking me over to the kitchen table

Nick handed me water, and Chris gave me my comfort pillow that I had for when I would have a panic attack

“Are you okay?” Nick asked looking at me

“Yes I’m okay” I said nodding my head and taking a sip of water

“I love you so much y/n, and know that I would never do anything to hurt you” he said rubbing my cheek with the back of his hand

“I know Matt. I love you too” I said weakly as I gave in to his touch

That night Matt and I stood attached at the hip, and we ate pizza and watched movies, and honestly I forgot about my panic attacks. Nick and Chris also came in for a bit making sure I was okay and giving me hugs.

I loved Matt so much.

The End

I hope you guys liked this one, and whoever requested lmk how you liked it 🖤💋

-J💅🏽

A/N: I’m 21🧎🏽‍♀️

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets imagines #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo fanfic

[jebewonmorelike]

Seungie Tokki

wc: 2.1k pronouns: none used; n/a warnings: some swearing; lots of fluff; gyuvin, ricky and yunseo large features lol summary: seungeon and bestfriend!reader are obviously in love with each other. will the other '04 yuehuaz be able to finally get them together? ~bp masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ guys this one is so good lmao. was requested to make a fluffy friends-to-lovers seungeon x reader, but ended up writing iconic comedy quartet '04 yuehuaz instead... luckily, both goals were accomplished so i hope you enjoy :)

"Aw, thank you Seungie!" You coo, taking the little blue and white polka-dotted stuffed bunny from Seungeon's hands. You examine it, turning it around a few times before holding it up to his face. "Doesn't it kind of look like him?"

Gyuvin snorts. "Spitting image."

Seungeon glares at the taller boy, who runs to hide behind Yunseo. "Do you want to die?"

"Now that I think of it," Yunseo poses, smirking as he rubs his chin thoughtfully between two fingers, "isn't it a bit too obvious that you're giving (Y/N) a stuffed animal that looks like you?"

Seungeon blushes furiously and you figure that being falsely accused by his friends of harboring romantic feelings for you for the umpteenth time is as good of a cause as any for embarrassment.

You shake your head. "Come on, guys. Seungeon and I have been friends for years. If he was interested in me, wouldn't you think he'd have done something about it by now?"

"Yeah, you would think; wouldn't you?" Gyuvin replies, stepping out cautiously from behind Yunseo to give Seungeon a pat on the back.

Seungeon sighs. "I'm sorry these idiots followed me along on my walk. I didn't mean to take up your lunch break with their," he narrows his eyes at the two lanky boys beside him. "... Buffoonery."

You laugh, taking a step closer to your friend and pulling him in for a hug. "It's really okay. I'm bored all day here anyway so I really appreciate the company actually. Come back whenever you want!"

Gyuvin and Yunseo grin satisfactorily, the darker-haired boy announcing, "Okay, see you tomorrow!"

"We are not coming back here tomorrow!" Seungeon protests, smacking Yunseo on the arm. "My team is practicing during this time tomorrow."

Gyuvin chuckles. "He didn't say you were invited."

Seungeon rubs his face with his hands in frustration. "That's it. We're leaving now."

"Thanks for coming, Seungie," you say with a smile, checking your phone quickly to see how much time you have left for your lunch break. "Will you come again soon?"

Your friend stares back at you unblinkingly, only nodding slowly at your request.

You swallow nervously, involuntarily biting your lip as you add:

"Good. Cause I miss you."

~

"Cool," Gyuvin mocks to Yunseo as Seungeon trails behind him down the sidewalk. "(Y/N) said 'I miss you' and he replied... 'Cool'."

Seungeon lets out an exasperated cry.

"Not to mention the googly eyes he was making before that," Yunseo adds. "He went from cartoon hearts flying out of his eyes to 'cool'. A tragic overcorrection if I've ever seen one.

"Damn. And he's been acting like this for years and (Y/N) hasn't caught on yet?" Gyuvin shakes his head disbelievingly.

Yunseo laughs. "They're literally made for each other."

"No, we are not! I don't know how many times I have to tell you guys that (Y/N) and I are just friends. Neither of us are harboring secret romantic feelings for each other," Seungeon exclaims annoyedly, catching up to his friends and pushing his way in between them.

"Oh, come on, Seungie," Gyuvin replies, rolling his eyes at the shorter boy. "

"Yeah, we saw you stand there for twenty minutes trying to grab that specific toy and then when you managed to win a different one first, you literally threw it at the kid in line behind you and shouted, 'TAKE IT! JUST TAKE IT!'" Yunseo recounts.

Seungeon shrugs sheepishly. "It was a purple bunny. (Y/N) would never want a purple bunny."

"Now, remind me Yunseo, did he traumatize the kid before or after he put the purple bunny in a chokehold and whispered, 'This one doesn't look anything like me'?" Gyuvin quips, smacking the back of Seungeon's head. "And who the hell doesn't like purple bunnies?"

"OKAY, FINE!" Seungeon relents, rubbing the spot on his head that Gyuvin had hit. "I did want the blue bunny because it looked a bit like me, yes."

"It actually looked eerily like you," Yunseo says, visibly shivering. "Are you sure that thing wasn't cursed?"

"It's not cursed!" Seungeon protests, throwing his arms down in a tiny tantrum. "I would never give something cursed to the love of my--."

Gyuvin and Yunseo's jaws drop as the words accidentally roll off of their friend's tongue. Seungeon's hand flies to cover his mouth as he realizes what he's just said.

"FINALLY!" Gyuvin shouts, stopping dead in his tracks to jump up and down in celebration.

Yunseo grabs Seungeon's shoulders and shakes him excitedly. "HE ADMITS IT!"

Seungeon's head shakes rapidly as he tries to deny the Freudian slip, but his heart sinks as he realizes its too late to take back now. Gyuvin and Yunseo will never let him hear the end of this.

"You have to say something now," Gyuvin pleads, throwing his arm around Seungeon's shoulders as they continue down the street.

"No, I don't," the shorter boy counters, folding his arms across his chest in defense. "There's no way (Y/N) feels the same way."

Yunseo sighs, throwing his head back in exasperation. "Seungeon, please answer me honestly, is your stupidity willful or are you really this blind?"

Seungeon glares back at him. "What are you trying to say?"

"He's trying to say you're a giant idiot!" Gyuvin says, tossing his empty coffee cup in a trash can.

"Not helpful," Seungeon responds with a frown.

"How are we supposed to help, Seungie?" Yunseo asks rhetorically. "You and (Y/N) are so obviously in love witch each other and you refuse to believe it. You are clearly beyond help."

Seungeon's brow furrows confusedly. "You--... You think (Y/N) feels the same way?"

Just then, Seungeon feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulls it out to see a message notification from you.

Look, Seungie Saram! Seungie Tokki is alerting me when new customers enter the store from his post on top of the espresso machine. He's doing a good job, don't you think?

Attached is a picture of the little blue and white polka-dotted bunny sitting on top of one of the coffee machines at your shop. Seungeon's phone falls from his hands as he clutches his heart at the adorable sight and Gyuvin lunges to catch it in his freakishly large palm.

After he reads your message and gags, he passes the phone to Yunseo who gags as well.

"That's it," Yunseo announces, tucking the phone back into Seungeon's pocket. "You're going back there tomorrow and you're asking (Y/N) out once and for all."

"You're putting a lot of faith in the hope that he'll make it to tomorrow," Gyuvin quips with a snort, both of the boys turning to look at Seungeon who is miming out a whole conversation with you as the other boys talk. "See? He's going insane as we speak."

"I'll do it," Seungeon exclaims suddenly, an excited grin spreading across his face. "I'll ask (Y/N) out tomorrow!"

"Holy shit," Gyuvin whispers in awe. "We fixed him."

Yunseo laughs, patting Gyuvin on the shoulder. "Now we can work on fixing you."

~

"Seungie!" You greet happily as your friend walks through the door of your coffee shop the next day with his friends again. "I thought you had to practice today?"

"Oh, uh..." Seungeon fumbles, eyes locked on the Seungie Tokki plushy facing the door from the top of the espresso machine. "I bartered my temporary freedom in exchange for bringing my whole team coffee."

You laugh, following his gaze up to the bunny toy. "He's my guard rabbit. Much less expensive than a real security system."

"And much less effective," Gyuvin mumbles, pulling out his wallet. "Can I get an iced Americano?"

"It's (Y/N)'s lunch break!" Seungeon scolds. "I'm already about to order six iced coffees as it is..."

"Then what's four more?" Ricky scoffs. "I'm only here in the first place because you promised to buy me coffee today."

"Good to know your support is entirely dependent on material gain," Seungeon replies with a glare.

"Support?" You ask, head tilting to the side cutely. "Why do you need support?"

All of the boys' heads snap back to you quickly, as if they'd already forgotten that you were standing there.

"Um," Yunseo responds awkwardly, grabbing Ricky and Gyuvin by the backs of their shirts and pulling them towards a booth in the corner of the shop. "We're gonna sit over here."

You sigh, attention returning to your friend. "Your friends get weirder every day."

"Tell me about it," Seungeon agrees, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck. "Sorry to ask you to make all this coffee when you're supposed to be resting."

You shake your head. "Don't worry about it. I'm closing early today anyway since it gets too slow on Tuesday evenings to justify staying open."

"Oh," Seungeon replies, nodding slowly as you make your way back behind your counter and start to prepare the coffee orders. "So are you saying you're free tonight?"

You laugh, holding a cup underneath the espresso machine spout. "Yeah, I am. Why? No way you're not busy. You're always busy now."

You watch as Seungeon's face falls. "I'm sorry," he says sadly. "The show has me on such a tight schedule."

You shake your head. "It's not your fault! I'm proud of you, ya know? I just miss you is all."

Someone coughs loudly from the back booth and Seungeon turns around to glare at his friends for being rowdy.

"Cool," Seungeon replies in the exact same fashion he had the day before. He shakes his head. "No, I mean--."

"He means he misses you too!" Gyuvin shouts.

Seungeon presses his lips together awkardly. "Uh, yeah. That is what I meant."

"No, no. What he actually means is that he really misses you. He spent twenty minutes at a claw machine yesterday trying to win you that ugly ass bunny that looks like him, because he wanted to give you something that reminds you of him," Yunseon explains further.

"Well, I don't think you had to say it was ugly--," Seungeon says but he's interrupted by his blonde friend.

"Seungeon is in love with you," Ricky announces definitively, looking up from his phone only when he doesn't hear anyone reply. As the other boys glare at him, he just shrugs. "What? It's true. Isn't that the whole reason we're here? Right, Seungie?"

Seungeon's head falls to his hands. "What a disaster," he groans, before taking note of your silence and looking back up at you cautiously.

Your eyes are wide as you blink back at your friend. "Is that all true?"

He grimaces, before nodding slowly. "Yeah."

A small smile surfaces on your face as you process the confession. "So, what you're saying is... I can actually bring this bunny home and put it on my bed and not feel weird about it?"

"Oh my god," you hear Gyuvin whisper in awe.

Seungeon's eyebrows raise in shock. "I--... Um... Yes. Yes! Absolutely. Yes, you can totally do that. I would be so honored if--."

"And can you get out of practice tonight for a bit?" You ask, packing the coffees into a cupholder tray. "We can go to dinner and you can tell me how you feel without all of your tall friends' commentary."

Seungeon nods vigorously. "Yes. Yes I'd love to ditch my tall friends and sell my soul to my team to have dinner with you."

The rest of the boys stand up from the booth they're at and make their way to you and Seungeon at the counter. Gyuvin wraps his arm around Seungeon's shoulder.

"He's all grown up now," he says, picking up one of the coffee trays. "Please invite us to the wedding."

"I think Dongyeol will let you out of practice for the sake of love," Yunseo says, picking up another tray. "Just be thankful Park Hanbin isn't your leader this week."

Ricky grabs one of the coffees out of Yunseo's tray and pokes a straw in it right away. "We're gonna fix Gyuvin next, right?"

"Okay, everybody keeps saying that and I just don't understand how you could want to fix perfection," Gyuvin replies, giving you a wave as they shuffle out the door and onto the street-- leaving you alone with Seungeon.

"So, uh," he says, picking up the last coffee tray from the counter. "I'll see you around 8?"

You nod, chewing your cheek to keep yourself from grinning like an idiot. "Yeah. 8 is good."

He nods also, walking toward the door and pushing it open. "Make sure Seungie Tokki gets a premium space on your bed."

"I'll send you a picture," you say, unable to hide your smile now.

He laughs. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"See you later, Seungie," you respond with a wave.

"Can't wait, (Y/N)."

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[nightgoodomens]

A lot of asks under the cut:

I think we figured out that this fandom can’t take criticism of anything, they had a meltdown when people called out a fictional character for being an ass, so I can imagine with them being unable to comprehend that some people do not like their queen.

I don’t understand why the concept of some people not liking other people is so horrifying and impossible to understand.

They’re all public figures, people base their opinions on what they see, some people will be indifferent, some won’t like them, some will like them, some will love them, some will hate them.

Looking for all the excuses right out of the ass why someone would hate them and it’s definitely not the idol’s fault… it is just… it ain’t that deep.

It’s fucking embarrassing honestly.

You will need to be a bit more specific regarding which issues 😅

I don’t know what she was thinking or what MS was thinking and I’m pretty happy that their situation isn’t my problem and I don’t need to go too much into it 😂 What they’re showing the public is painful to watch. We will never know what exactly was going on there but what we see/know isn’t pretty.

She shouldn’t be in the limelight because she hasn’t accomplished anything to deserve it. She isn’t in one anyway, the only people who know about her are people interested in Michael enough to care who he has kids with and find out her name AND then actually care to follow her.

I love that you said “wives” because their fans keep on making AL a wife but MS had her pop two kids out but didn’t pop the question himself.

Throw in a few “ewww” “disgusting” “depraved” “sickos” “sexist” and you’re nearly there 😂

Oh yeah - if this was about a man and a woman and they’d do 5% of what MS/DT do then you’d have articles written about it and everyone talking about it. It’s only automatically a joke because they’re two dudes.

Imagine if a man said “she’s easy to fall in love with” “I love her” “she’s my lover” stared at her lovingly constantly, called her “his partner”, and his other partner would call them “boyfriend/girlfriend”, media would be all over it and nobody would be screaming “disgusting” or a joke.

The biggest irony is that this fandom is supposed to be open minded 😂

She got pregnant at a young age by a stranger and ever since has been living in a bubble where she’s worshipped for existing by her man’s fandom who’s ensuring her she doesn’t need to do anything to be called a queen. The only jobs she scored were sorted out by him. I’m not surprised she’s still a muppet who’s learned nothing and doesn’t want to leave the fantasy bubble tbf.

She’s been obsessively copying GT to the point where I think GT has been smoothly taking the piss out of her partly for it. From “soooo linked” to “throw her a hashtag and see if it sticks” to “oh you have Getty image, here’s a cute selfie my hubby took with your man when he was happy”. Song choices have been funny too.

This fandom went downhill really quick. I scroll my dash maybe once a day and hope to see a few nice arts, scrolling through words. Art gives me the ick sometimes too unfortunately. Every time I read something I don’t even know wtf people are talking about anymore. It has nothing to do with the show.

When S3 comes out I will watch it and never check what anybody else thought about it. People ruined S2 for me and I’m not letting them do the same with S3.

Thank you for still reading this blog :)

Bruh I wish. I fucking wish. But suddenly it won’t apply when he goes all nepo on this show anyway. It’s gonna be spot the relative season.

You’d probably need to ask him this question 😅

They had one night stand, she got knocked up, he sold a lot of what he had and moved to Wales, she wanted to be big shit but the only jobs she scored were sorted out by him, she got pregnant again, she likes to take digs about him and his looks, he started looking miserable as hell with her, he paid her for a photoshoot and had GT do her promo, yet again it flopped, so now she’s suddenly feeding everyone how she totally luvs him (still slips a dig in because she can’t help herself) because heart grows fonder when shit doesn’t work out.

I don’t know why he’s with her. Maybe he’s actually deeply in love with her but decided to show the whole world that he is miserable with her for shits and giggles. Maybe they play up zero chemistry for cameras for some reason. Maybe he loves her so much he never speaks about her but perks up the second “DT” is mentioned and goes off about how much he loves him, how easy he’s to fall in love with, how good he looked in a kilt… Yeah that makes zero fucking sense, doesn’t it 😂

Responsibility I guess.

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