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Me, You, and the View ‣ lmk

‣ pairing: mark lee x reader

‣ genre: FLUFF, f2l (in a way), 'our friends left us and it's just us left' trope, slice-of-life!au

‣ wc: 5.5k

‣ summary: after being ditched by your entire friend group on an out-of-town trip, you and your (not-so-close) friend Mark are left alone to explore the destination together

‣ warnings?: reader has a fear of heights, mark is very mark in this, he feeds the wildlife some fries

‣ an: something I wrote for no reason, I just found the idea cute,,, also I know those things aren't called gondolas but thts what we call those here where I live,,, anyways some of this stuff is taken straight from Mark's antics in that one 127 hit the states video (you'll know which one it is when you read); anyways thanks to my bestie @hoonieji for reading over my shite again <33 PLS ENJOY AS ALWAYS!

The best word that could describe how you’re currently feeling is appalled.

Appalled because the friends with whom you planned this trip to the Rockies have decided to break off with their own significant others without you. Sure, you were still the supportive friend you always were with their SOs, but you thought that would be later and with a warning at least. Not first thing in the morning.

“I guess it’s just us, then?”

Mark awkwardly stands at your side, hands stuffed deep into his hoodie. His hood’s falling off of his head as he turns to look at you. He quickly tugs it back up, but you notice that the hood gets tucked behind one ear.

“Yeah,” you say, “I guess.”

It’s not like you hated Mark (cause who in the world would hate Mark?)... it was more so that your relationship with said boy wasn’t as tightly knitted as it was with Donghyuck or Renjun. You weren’t sure you had anything in common with Mark, except for the friends you both shared. Other than that, from what you know, your interests were completely different.

“Or we can just go around alone?” Mark quickly follows up. He laughs awkwardly and kicks at the dirt underneath his sneakers, “Whatever’s fine.”

From the tone in his voice, you can tell he’s slightly upset, “No, it’s fine! I just wasn’t expecting them to just… ditch us like that.”

Mark laughs and nods. “Me too. Let’s go then?”

“Go where?” You questioned. Mark’s already a few steps in front of you, so you’re brought to jog lightly to catch up, “Have you been here before?”

He shakes his head, “No, but I want to go up there.” He points at the top of a mountain, “I just know that the view’s going to be breathtaking.” You follow his finger and see a long trail of gondola lifts travelling up to the top.

“Up there?” You don’t mention your fear of heights. Only because you’re not sure if Mark would make fun of you or not. You guess this is how your mind is conditioned after hanging around Donghyuck too much.

He nods, eyes sparkling but you don’t notice, “Yeah! That’s what I’ve been looking forward to when Hyuck first mentioned the trip.”

The smile on his face makes it harder for you to tell him that you’re afraid to go. You both have already been left alone by your friends, and now you don’t have the heart to leave him alone either. That, and the fact that you didn’t want to be alone in this unknown place.

You’ll just close your eyes the whole way up.

“It sounds fun,” you say, gulping, “Let’s go then.”

You and Mark reach the ticket booth, paying for a round-trip ticket before lining up at the bottom of the mountain. You’re surprised to see that the lines weren’t as long as your parents had warned you about, probably since it’s still early morning, so you and Mark reach the front of the line within five minutes.

“Have you read the safety guidelines?” The worker points to a board standing a few yards away from him. You and Mark both reply with a simple ‘yes’ before slipping the man the first half of the ticket. He lets you through, reminding you to watch your step when getting onto the gondola.

“I’m excited~” Mark comments, plopping down on the seat on the side that would consider him going forwards for the trip. You sit the opposite of him and laugh nervously. You immediately grip the edge of the seat as the door of the cart closes.

“Me too.” You hope Mark doesn’t read through your expression, or hear the slight waver in your voice when you did speak. You’re lucky to see that his attention’s already diverted to the shrinking trees and people waiting for their turn to go on. Although there’s a comfortable silence that settles on top of both of you, you still feel like you both should still be saying something to fill that silence. You’re just not sure what. You leave it be.

The gondola was travelling faster than it looked from the ground, not to mention the fact that it swayed in the slightest every time it reached a connecting pole. You gulp and train your eyes on your shoes, praying that your eyes won’t do as little as flicker to the view outside of the gondola. If you were hooked up to those heart rate monitors at the hospital, you’d be admitted for how fast your heart was beating. You could feel it pounding against your chest.

“Look at those mountains over there!” Mark finally speaks up. You’re compelled to look, but you know that if you did, you’d probably pass out from how high you were—not that you knew how high you and Mark currently were… it just felt high.

“They look… cool,” you comment without moving your head. You trace your laces with your eyes, while your grip around the edge of the seat grew tighter (if that was even possible).

“Oh c’mon, you didn’t even look,” Mark says lightheartedly. It doesn’t take him long to realize what’s happening, eyes reading your body language like a book. At first, he hesitates to speak up, not knowing if he’ll come off as weird if he does reach out, but there’s something in him that pushes him to do so, “Do you want to sit next to me?”

You gulp again, eyes quickly moving to Mark and then back to your feet. Were you being that obvious?

“It’s better on this side,” he says, “You don’t notice how far we’ve gone.”

Your heart warms slightly at the fact that Mark doesn’t even question you, nor does he joke about the distance between you and the ground. Instead, he simply just acts on handing over the comfort you’ve been needing ever since you stepped onto this damn lift. “Can I?” You say quietly, bringing your legs closer underneath you.

Mark nods, then he realizes you couldn’t actually see him nod, “Of course, you can.”

“O-okay,” you take a deep breath and reach out for the seat in front of you. It’s further than you initially thought it was, so you feel that you look rather ridiculous reaching out for nothing.

And that’s when you feel hands grabbing yours.

“Okay, take your time to stand up,” he says softly, “I’ll pull you to my side so you don’t need to look up.” For the second time today, Mark Lee makes your stomach twist in an unusual way.

Or was it just because you were practically hundreds of feet off ground?

You finally build the courage to stand up. Mark waits for your cue to tug gently at your arms, guiding you to the now-empty seat next to him.

There’s a sense of relief when you finally plop down beside Mark, your neck thanking you for finally extending it after what felt like hours of looking down. Mark was right when he said that you wouldn’t be able to tell how far off the ground you both were. He was also right about how pretty the mountains were.

“Thanks,” you sighed quietly, “I felt like I was going to shit myself.”

Mark laughs and offers a kind grin, “It’s nothing. Why didn’t you say anything before we got on?”

You echo his laugh and shrug, “You looked too happy and I didn’t want to say no.” Mark feels himself smile at your reply, letting it hang in the air before it dissolves with no problem. In all honesty, he wouldn’t have forced you to go if he knew you had a fear of heights, but he was glad he was there to give you a sense of comfort in this situation.

The rest of the ride up to the top of the mountain, you train your eyes at what you believe was the end of the trip up. There was a large roofed area that attempted to hide the large gears turning the entire cable line. Just beneath them, you could see ant-sized humans getting off and on the gondolas. You couldn’t help but feel relief bloom in your chest.

“I’m excited!” Mark says from beside you. He jumps a bit in his seat, kicking his legs up like a young child, “I can’t wait to go sightseeing up there.”

The gondola’s brought closer and closer to the end by the second, and before you know it, you and Mark are hopping off of the cart with heavy huffs. You’re ecstatic to feel the ground beneath your feet. And although you’re metres and metres above sea level, ground is ground and you’ll accept anything solid and concrete.

“The air’s very…” you hear Mark take in a big fat whiff of air, “Clear.” The astonishment in his voice makes you giggle.

You give him a look, “Isn’t all air clear?” You both begin to walk out of the roofed area and out to where many other tourists were. People were walking back and forth, some walking up man-made stairs to reach one of the highest points of the mountain.

“Yes, but you know what I mean,” he waves his hand to dismiss the comment he’s made, stuffing his hands into his pockets when a breeze blows past you both, “Are you okay making our way up?”

You nod, “As long as we’re not hanging above ground then I’m fine.” Mark takes this as a green light to start walking up the steps, letting you go first and following closely after.

“When we get up there, I want to take pictures,” Mark says from behind you. You can tell he’s out of breath, but you don’t blame him because you’ve been going up stairs for a good five minutes.

Just under ten minutes, you and Mark finally reach the last step and onto a divided platform at a high point of the mountain. There weren't as many people as you thought there’d be, probably because the top wasn’t the easiest to reach.

Just as earlier, you take in the scene happening in front of you. People were leaning against the railings with big smiles as someone took pictures of them, others stood and just stared off at the view, which you still had yet to see. There were a few families taking breaks at the picnic tables set up in a gathering area in the middle and dogs doing the same next to them.

This itself was already nice to see, you think. Now it was time for the actual view that you and Mark had travelled all the way up here for. It better be worth the fear.

Mark takes the lead again, gesturing for you to follow him up to an empty portion of the railing. His hands were still stuffed deep into the pockets of his hoodie, the air up being cooler than it was at the bottom of the mountain. You can faintly see the huffs of air coming out of your and Mark’s mouths, but the temperature was bearable. Besides, by the end of the trip up, you’ll probably be sweating your ass off.

Once Mark reaches the railings, you hear him gasp before turning to you, urging you to hurry up just a bit. And when it was your turn to get to the rail, you know exactly why Mark’s gasp was not exaggerated.

It was breathtaking. And you suppose that it quite literally sucked the air out of Mark. There was no way to describe the sight except for the fact that it looked like it was pulled straight from a painting. The winding river, narrowed as it reached the end of the vast horizon, the layers of mountains getting lighter the further they got, and the trees presenting shades of autumn that all looked fabricated. It was all too beautiful to be real. There was no way it wasn’t just some abnormally enlarged picture. But the movement of the water stream and the slight swaying of the trees prove you wrong.

“I just….” Mark starts, “Want to sit here forever.” He crosses his arms and rests them on top of the metal fence. Then he brings his head down to sit on top of his arms. He’s bent down in a seemingly uncomfortable way, but by the way, his face relaxes, you know he isn’t.

“It’s definitely so refreshing to see compared to buildings and concrete and almost no trees back home,” you comment before mirroring the way he’s posed.

“You’re right,” he agrees. Mark stands up straight and pulls his phone from his pocket, “Do you want pictures?” He doesn’t even wait for your answer to pull up the camera, standing back just far enough so that you could still see the view behind you.

“Yes please.” You turn your back to him and tell him you want one like that first before actually facing the camera.

Mark holds a thumb up before holding the camera steady to let you know that everything was fine. Your pose, the camera’s position, the view in the back, they were all fine.

There was no problem at all, everything was completely fine.

At least that’s what Mark believes before he finds himself frozen as he stares at your silhouette through his phone. At the back of his mind, he deeply questions why he’s only like this now, when he's had so many other opportunities to actually look at you.

So, why now?

He has no idea why.

“One… one…” he drags on, finger wavering over the white button on the screen.

“Are you okay?” You turn to look at him and Mark sees this through his phone’s screen.

“Sorry,” he apologizes quickly, “I just zoned out there for a second.” Mark watches you get back into position and he quickly snaps a few pictures. Once he believes he’s gotten good shots of you, he hands you his phone, “Can I get some too?”

Without another word, you grab his phone and take pictures of Mark in front of the pretty view. He pulls the most ridiculous poses, but you find it endearing. You grin and pull the phone back to look at the photos. “Send me these?”

“I will when we get back to the hotel,” he nods. You hand him his phone and the both of you take in the view one more time before leaving for another part of the peak. As you and Mark make your way to different points of the peak, you begin to learn that there will simply be no bad sights to see. The surrounding forest area all held its own special view and with each part you encounter, you and Mark take pictures with the desire to capture the moment as it was.

It was nice, actually.

You started the day thinking it wouldn’t reach the expectations you set yourself when you all planned this trip. But you stand corrected when you’re actually enjoying Mark’s company. Thinking about it, it would’ve been a mess with everyone here. At least with Mark, there’s a good balance between pictures, relaxation, and simply joking around. You shouldn’t have judged the day so quickly.

“I’m hungry,” Mark announces, “Do you want to find something to eat up here?”

“What, like acorns or something?” you joke. There was almost nothing but nature, but you do recall seeing a building located a walk’s length from the departure zone of the gondolas.

Mark laughs, shaking his head, “I’m not in the mood for nuts right now. I was thinking ‘bout that building over there.” He points to the same building you were thinking about.

“Sure,” you nod, “I’m pretty thirsty, too.”

After grabbing replenishments, you and Mark decide that it was warm enough to sit outside on one of the empty benches. You’re lucky to even have grabbed one considering there were more people sightseeing.

“I wonder what the others are doing.” You take the biggest gulp of water and then eat the food you settled on. There had been no texts or phone calls from your friends, nor did they let you know where they were going.

Mark shrugs and munches on his own food, “I don’t know, but I bet they’re not having as much fun as us.” His shoulders touch yours slightly as he swings his feet underneath him. You didn’t even notice how close he was sitting to you. The contact tickles your shoulder.

You laugh and joke, “You’re right. I bet you they’re walking in mud right now. Karma for ditching us.” At the corner of your eye, movement catches your attention and you immediately go to look at it. A yelp leaves your lips as you come face to face with a ground squirrel, curiosity getting the best of it as it approaches you and Mark. “Shit, that scared me!”

Mark gasps and starts making noises to attract it. “It’s so cute!” He pulls out a French fry from his meal and stands up to face it, waddling back and forth and mirroring the direction the squirrel was moving, “Hey there!” Then he proceeds to make noises that you believe aren’t even squirrel noises.

This is too cute. You hastily fish your phone out from your pocket and pull up the camera app, recording as much of the interaction as you can.

Mark goes on for an embarrassingly long amount of time before he finally squats down to the animal and looks back at you, “You think it likes fries?”

“Mark, I don’t think we should feed wildlife,” you say seriously, but you’re laughing, only because Mark’s being adorable and you can’t handle it. His eyes give off the same look a kid would have after discovering something exciting. Who would have thought a ground squirrel would have this much of an effect on a grown man?

“Just one won’t hurt, right?” Mark questions. He sticks his hand out and waits for the squirrel to take it, “I feel bad. It looks hungry.” The ground squirrel snatches it out of Mark’s fingers, acquiring the fried potato strip before jetting off.

“Man, it just wanted food.” Mark’s sulky. He stands up and turns to you, “I should’ve kno–“ He cuts himself off before his eyes widen.

“Mark, are you good?”

The boy bursts out into laughter, hand clutching his stomach.

“Mark?” You’re utterly confused, almost feeling left out despite it only being between him and you.

He reaches for your shoulders and turns you to look behind you, “Look!”

You let him turn you and you see why he’s laughing. On a big, white board that’s stuck strategically in the dirt, was a sign that states DO NOT FEED WILDLIFE.

By the time you and Mark have explored a majority of the landmark, you’re both stumbling back and forth from the soreness of your feet. It’s funny because as you’re watching Mark walk, you can see that he can barely even pick his feet up, the back of his sneakers dragging roughly against the gravel. You’re knees feel like buckling from how tired they were from the semi-hiking you’ve been doing the entire day.

“Let’s rest,” you say. It wasn’t even a suggestion or a question. If you kept walking, you felt like your legs were going to betray you and you’ll be tumbling down the stairs.

“I was waiting for you to say,” Mark huffed, hand to the chest. He points to an empty bench right by a sightseeing telescope.

You give him a look, “Why didn’t you just say? What if I never said anything?”

He shrugs and plops down onto the bench, “I didn’t want to hold you back from exploring.”

“And if something happens to you, then what?” your eyes narrow, but the tone in your voice is light. You take the empty spot next to him and slump down so that your head is able to rest against the bench’s backrest. You extend your legs forward and close your eyes.

“Then you’d have to carry me down this mountain,” Mark replies wittily.

You think about it as if he were being serious, “Okay, then I’ll be charging by the hour.”

Mark laughs and notices that you have your eyes closed, “If you want to nap for a bit, you can go ahead. I’ll keep watch.”

You smile softly and thank him. Oddly enough, you never saw Mark as a thoughtful guy. Sure, you knew he was a good guy, but it was just worth pointing out that he has genuinely good intent behind everything he says or does.

When you hear Mark stop kicking his feet against the gravel, you can’t help but take a peek to see what he’s up to.

You open one eye and turn your head in his direction, but you’re only met with Mark staring down at his phone. His fingers fly across the screen for a good minute. You wonder who he’s texting.

“Is it one of the others?”

Mark jumps slightly at your voice, head darting towards your direction, “Huh?”

“Whoever you’re texting.”

“Oh, I’m not texting any of them,” Mark says sheepishly. He hesitates for a moment before opting to turn his phone to you, showing you whatever he’s doing. The notes app stares back at you and there are words written in verses.

“You write?”

He nods, “Well, sorta… just random stuff. It’s how I like to express myself… Do you want to read it?” You realize how special this probably was to him. He’s sharing with you things he’s written that reflect his own emotions.

“I’d love to.” You sit up as he hands you his phone.

Then you read it:

“Winding rivers predictably change unpredictably;

Leaves turn hues that contrast the

Weather is ever-changing but foretold;

Time remains constant, but

no knowledge of what the future will bring;”

“I-it’s still a work in progress and I don’t know what direction I’m headed but—”

“So, living in the now is what’s important,” you say, “At least that’s how I interpret it.”

Mark blinks at you in astonishment. No one he’s shown his written verses to has ever tried to comprehend it, nor did they even appreciate it (besides his English professor, obviously). So when you actually take your time to read it, understand it, and offer your own meaning behind his words, he can’t help but feel his heart skip a beat just for you.

“That’s—”

Mark’s phone rings, interrupting him mid-sentence.

“Oh, it’s Donghyuck.” He quickly answers it and brings the phone up to his ear, excusing himself.

The two of them have a short conversation with the usual back and forth. Then it dies down after a couple of minutes. “Maybe fifteen minutes? Give or take,” Mark estimates, “But you guys can start thinking before we get there… yeah… okay sounds good I think… see you!”

“What’d he say?” You ask, standing to the side of Mark.

“That they want to meet up for dinner,” Mark says, “He says they’re where we were this morning.” Mark stuffs his phone into his pocket and claps his hands together. He brings himself to stand at the railing, breathing it all in. “Goodbye, view.”

You laugh to yourself at Mark and you play along, “We’ll miss you!” It’s funny because you guys are going to be here for another day. It’s a high possibility you’ll be back tomorrow, even if it were for a short while.

Mark looks over at you and smiles, “Let’s not keep the others waiting.”

Although you let Mark lead the way, he still ends up slowing his pace to walk next to you. He’s telling you that it would be better if you sat in the same spot as you did this morning on the gondola, “And I’ll cover your eyes if you get scared.”

You glare at him playfully and furrow your brows, “I can close my own eyes, you know.”

Mark laughs, rolling his eyes, “Yeah but I don’t know, it’s my duty or something since I’m on there with you.” You freeze for a moment, causing the guy to walk a few steps ahead of you. Was he just flirting with you or was it Mark just being… Mark? Mark has always been the type to say things that surfaced from his thoughts.

You shake your head and jog to keep up with him, “Don’t worry about me. I don’t think I’ll freak out this time anyways. It’s just good knowing you’re there just in case, though.” Nudging him playfully, you send him a small smile of reassurance.

“I’m honoured,” Mark gasps, “But I’m serious, if you feel scared anytime during the ride down, just tell me.”

“I will.”

°•. ✿ .•°

Your eyes are close to shutting when you feel a rough tug at your duvet.

“What do you want, Yeri,” you groan, throwing your body around to face her. The lamp on her side of the two-bed room is still turned on and you can’t help but feel blinded when you accidentally look straight at it. Yeri’s wearing a face mask that makes her look like a ghost. You can’t even recall when she even stood up to put it on, nor did you hear her unwrap one.

“Are you mad at me?” She attempts to pout but the mask stops her from any sort of facial expression, “I promise you we didn’t plan to ditch you but–”

“I’m not mad, I’m just tired,” you sit up, clearly understanding that Yeri wants to have a conversation. The sleeve of your oversized shirt falls off one shoulder and you quickly pull it back up. Then, you lean forward towards your own lap and flick it on.

“Okay good!” Yeri exclaims, “Because I have a question that I’ve been meaning to ask you ever since dinner ended but Mark was with us.” Although your best friend still can’t pull the usual expressions she usually makes, you can tell which one she’s pulled off her rack just by the look in her eyes.

Your brow quirks at the mention of Mark, “Why would it matter if Mark was there or not?”

“I wanted to ask you how it went with him.” Yeri grins slightly through her mask, eyes blinking like in those cartoons. She pulls her legs up and crosses them, bouncing on her bed.

“What do you even mean?”

“You and Mark were alone,” she points out, “When was the last time he and you were alone? Never. You guys would look cute together, you know?”

You look at her like she was crazy, knowing exactly what she was implying (though she wasn’t even trying to be subtle), but you try your best to ignore it, “To be honest it was actually fun.” And you’re not lying. You tell Yeri everything, telling her about the trip up to the mountains, the picture-taking, seeing ground squirrels, the trip down—everything. By the looks on Yeri’s face, you can tell she’s overanalyzing everything (exactly how a best friend would).

“If you say anything about Mark and feelings, I will actually kick you right now,” you show her your foot, “I don’t like Mark like that.” You think about what you said in your head. You’re almost completely sure you don’t have any underlying feelings for Mark, but after today, you can’t help but think about the possibility. In childish terms, it wasn’t gross actually having feelings for Mark, it was just odd because you never would think you’d have these feelings, especially since you both weren’t considered close among your friend group. But after your day with him and seeing what it was like being with him, you wouldn’t oppose any feelings if they did come up.

Yeri gives you a look that involved her having to tilt one side of her face closer to you. She looked like that Megamind ‘no bitches’ meme. You raise your foot in threat, “Yeri, don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m just making sure,” she shrugs, backing up.

There’s a knock at the door before you’re even able to reply. You can already guess it’s one of the others. There was no way an employee would willingly serve guests at this ungodly hour. Being closer to the door, an unspoken rule brings you up to your feet to open it, leaving Yeri at her bed (she doesn’t complain).

You look through the peephole and see Donghyuck standing there, Mark trying to drag the younger boy back to their own room. You can see Mark saying something in panic but Hyuck’s choosing to ignore him, eyes staring intently at the door. You open it.

“Go sleep, guys.”

“Oh, great! Y/N, you answered it,” Donghyuck exclaims. Mark’s now attempting to put him in a chokehold, roughly pulling him back. Donghyuck doesn’t budge. It seems that he has superhuman strength whenever he chooses.

“Huh? What do yo—”

“What did you do to him?” Donghyuck grabs Mark by the wrist and points to him. You’re not even sure why you’re not laughing at this point. Donghyuck looks dead serious and Mark looks like he’s going to explode out of stress. It was probably the curiosity keeping you from bursting.

“What do you mean?”

“You broke him,” Donghyuck replies as if it still made sense. Fortunately, he keeps going without question, “I was trying to talk to him, but he wasn’t even listening. You know why? He was staring at his phone like this.” Donghyuck freezes and pretends to gawk at his phone. At this point, Mark’s trying to cover his mouth.

“And why am I to blame?”

When Mark realizes what’s about to be said, he stops restraining Donghyuck and retreats back down the direction of their room. In another universe, his feet would leave tracks of fire.

Donghyuck’s posture sags and he groans, “The picture was of you!”

You freeze. “Me?”

“Her!?” Yeri gasps running to the door, “Mark come back here!”

You look down the hall and Mark’s frozen as if you were all playing a game of red light, green light. There was no way he was going to turn back. He was scared to move. But he knew he was done for.

Meanwhile, your heart’s beating out of your chest because this was news to you. You’re not sure how to react.

“Mark Lee!” Yeri calls. You feel bad for the other guests in the other rooms because the four of you are disrupting the hell out of their sleep. You wonder if the others can hear this going down, “Come back here, or I’m telling auntie you scratched her car!”

Mark’s back at Donghyuck’s side in an instant, but he’s avoiding all possible eye contact with you. Donghyuck’s just laughing at him, bringing his cheeks between his thumb and his index finger.

“Care to explain?” Yeri pushes on, eyes burning holes through Mark’s face. At the back of her mind, she knows that her mask is long overdue, but she doesn’t care about that right now. She wants to know what’s up with Mr. Lee.

“Youlookedreallyprettyinthepicture,” Mark mumbles, eyes glued to the old hotel carpet.

Donghyuck and Yeri, who seemed more invested in this than you were, looked at him and threw him a slap, “Speak clearly!”

“I… um…” Mark’s eyes flicker to his best friend and to you, and then to Yeri, and then back to you before settling to its home staring at the carpet, “Can I talk to Y/N alone?”

Yeri immediately drags Donghyuck into the room, pushing you out in the process. Then, before you know it, the door is shut and you’re alone with Mark in this quiet hallway.

“I wanted to say how I really enjoyed today,” he says quietly. Mark can feel his chest heat up, cheeks following not long after, “And… I was staring at the picture because you looked… really pretty in it.” Mark feels like bolting off, but the deed was halfway done. That, and his feet feel like they’ve been anchored to the floor underneath him.

“Wow… umm, thank you?” you gulp, “But I enjoyed today, too. So much that I was actually a bit bummed when we had to leave…”

Mark’s confidence level rises just a little bit, hearing that you were somehow reciprocating all of this, “When… when we get back home, do you want to go on a… date with me?”

“A date?”

“I-I mean it can be a friendly date if you want, or a date-date if that’s what you want too,” Mark rambles, “I’m okay with what you want. But my question was about a date…date.”

“Ya! Mark Lee! At least make this bearable to watch!” you hear Donghyuck through the door.

“Y/N answer him already, my neck is hurting!” Yeri calls after.

You quickly shoot a glare at the peephole and turn back to Mark, who is now a crimson shade of red, “I would love to go on a date with you, actually. A date-date.”

Mark’s eyes light up at your response, “Really?”

“Yes really.”

Behind the door, you hear Donghyuck and Yeri cheer, followed by slaps that you could guess were a bunch of high-fives.

They were just as ecstatic as Mark was.

Why?

Because Operation: Mountain Trip was a success.

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mostly-marvel-musings · 5 months

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uhhhh... "their mouth at your ear, whispering!!!" just screams tony stark dirty talk, right? do with that what you will 👀

"if you ask me to fucking kneel, I would, sweetheart."

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut-ish

Glamorous.

If there was one word you could use to sum up the evening, it was glamorous. Everyone had showed up in their finest of outfits and jewellery for the Stark party, especially you.

You had found the perfect gown with help from your besties, it had a plunging neckline that almost reached your midriff, the fabric and colour accentuated your best features and left you feeling the most confident version of yourself, also a bit naughty considering it was nearly backless.

You were gonna have a lot of fun, especially with a certain genius Avenger whom you had been shamelessly flirting back and forth with.

The number of eyeballs on you as you made your way through the crowd were countless, but you were keen on a particular set of light brown ones that were nowhere to be seen.

Twirling your finger over the rim of your whiskey glass idly, you glanced across the floor to the sea of people. That was until you felt a firm chest against your back and a familiar warmth envelop you as Tony’s signature expensive cologne hit your senses.

“Why so lonely?”

You could hear the smirk in his voice, making you grin on the inside as you imagined it disappear the moment you would turn around.

So you did, giving him a full view of your sexy outfit and watching him try his best to keep his composure. Exactly the reaction you were looking for, you thought with glee.

It took Tony a good amount of time to stop his eyes from shamelessly roam all over your body before reaching your gaze. It was like you could see him struggle for words.

“Why so flabbergasted?” You smirked in return, taking a sip from your glass, never breaking eye contact with the man.

“You look…wow. Y/N!” He breathed, giving himself a mental shake before signalling the waiter for a drink, moving closer to you, almost shielding you from the lingering stares you were getting from the crowd.

“Thank you, Tony. I tried.” You shrugged nonchalantly, dancing on the inside for getting the reaction you’d hoped for.

“What are you doing to me?” He murmured, almost to himself but you caught it.

“What do you mean?”

Tony leaned over until his mouth was pressed against your ear, his hand moving your hair aside and hovering over your skin.

"If you ask me to fucking kneel, I would sweetheart.” He whispered, his words sending sparks of desire down your body straight to your core. You and Tony flirted sure, but it wasn’t this brazen ever, until tonight. But you weren’t complaining; Tony Stark and you were destined to get together one way or another.

You didn’t know if it was the dress that gave you all the confidence or the liquid courage doing its thing but, you leaned in, mirroring Tony’s stance and whispered back.

“Seems like an offer too good to let go of, sweetheart.”

You felt him exhale shakily before placing his arm around to the small of your back firmly, his face inches from yours.

“Then why are we here wasting our breaths instead of upstairs devouring each other?” He murmured softly, making you feel like the rest of the party had dissolved into oblivion.

Instead of replying, took his hand in yours and led the way towards the elevators.

…

#tony stark x reader #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark fluff #tony stark imagine #tony stark smut #the stark squad #tony stark #tony stark fic #tony stark x you #tony stark drabble #marvel fanfiction #mostly marvel musings

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xbraveheartx · 8 months

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WARNING !! Contains spoilers for Lies of P! If you haven't beaten the game, be warned! This is just a first draft !! I might change it... I might not. I'm just testing the waters and seeing how far I'll get. I think I'll just post the prologue for now and then proceed solo in google docs after. But I wanted to see how people are feeling about the idea ♡ I'll upload the rest most likely on AO3 A "I don't care what canon gave us, I'm bringing Romeo back" fic that'll end up in a romance between our favorite real boy and his bestie ♡ It takes place post-canon!

Prologue

The sun had barely risen when they set off on their mission, a gentle shower coating the city of Krat in sleek rain that took little time to drench every stone and tile. Only once they had reached their destination did the skies suddenly open, a hint of blue smiling down on the otherwise desolate buildings. One couldn’t avoid puddles under such conditions, but there wasn’t any true concern to be had over them.

There were far greater things to worry over. He only hoped they were still there.

“Jeepers. It sure is creepy being back here again.” Gemini chirped, effectively breaking the silence that blanketed Krat Central Station. “Now that the monsters aren’t as much of a problem, everything just feels kinda…” He trailed off, causing the boy’s head to turn just slightly in an effort to toss back a glance in the lamp’s direction. “... Spooky? Haunted is the word, maybe? Almost like something is hiding just around the corner, ready to just�� Jump out at you!”

“You’re being dramatic.” Slender digits rose to tuck a long, grey lock behind an ear, palm rubbing a stray droplet of water from a freckled cheek.

“And you’re being careless, pal!” Gemini countered, ignoring the eye roll given in retaliation. “I’m just saying, even if we can’t see the monsters all around like we used to, I’m sure there’s bound to be some still lurking around! Just be more careful, okay, Carlo?”

There was a pause in his steps, the echo of the last dying out shortly after as nothing but the dripping of water and creaking of pipes met their ears.

Carlo… it was still strange, hearing that name, and while he felt it was just right, it felt strange in the same breath. It was familiar yet foreign; He was still learning.

He felt his heart beat.

“Did I say something wrong?” Came Gemini’s chirps once more, the sound coming off as one of concern. Carlo shook his head, lashes fluttering rapidly as he came back to himself whilst lips tugged into a slight smile.

“No, no. Sorry, just… Thinking.” It wasn’t necessarily a lie. Gemini seemed to accept the excuse regardless, trilling gently in a way that Carlo could just picture a real cricket practically vibrating with eagerness.

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go! Er– b-but! … Y’know!... Carefully.” The guide seemed to beam, and Carlo couldn’t help but beam right back, hopeful that their journey would be fruitful in the end.

There, in the dimly lit station, was their target. Track C, train number three– The Blue Fairy. It was funny, looking back on it now, but there was no stopping to admire any form of happenstance. The train itself had been subjected to all manner of bile and questionable fluids, but otherwise, remained intact. The boy hesitated just before entering, hand rising to touch the door frame as he stood at the entrance and listened. When nothing but silence rose to greet him, he pressed onward, stepping over forgotten luggages and shattered glass.

“You really think something like this’ll work?” Gemini spoke again, chirps blending with the crunching of a wineglass underfoot.

There was no immediate response, not until they had made it to the back of the train where a familiar chair sat in the middle of the aisle. He stepped around it, choosing instead, to make his way into the hidden workshop behind.

“I don’t know.” Carlo confessed, fingers trailing across abandoned notes and papers left atop a messy desk. Blueprints were among the litter, notes bookmarking heavily written pages of journals, their fine leather covers worn and frayed. He gathered it all, leaving nothing he deemed important behind. One of many discarded suitcases was chosen among the piles, and with its original contents discarded, was used to house the very legacy his father had left behind. “But I have to try.”

Venigni thumbed through the blueprints, eyes roaming through Geppetto's old notes that had been laid out before him. It was a daunting task, to say the least, and they both knew it.

"This is... beyond my field of expertise."

The moment of silence to follow after felt far too long, seconds seemingly to stretch into hours that didn't exist. Finally, the boy's lips parted, voice heavy with newly gained emotion that unashamedly manifested as a beg.

"I believe you can do it." Came the quiet encouragement, brows drawing together to further accentuate his plea. "Please?" Yet another pause followed after whilst muted blues fell for but a moment, until finally, they resettled on Venigni. "For... a friend?"

The sigh of defeat to follow the request said enough.

"I shall do what I can, but I make no promises, compagno!" As if a switch was flipped, suddenly a black gloved hand rose with a snap. “Pulcinella! Some fresh parchment, if you would! I must get started immediately! And you!” Once more did the man’s head snap in Carlo’s direction, a finger dramatically being pointed all the while. “You still carry the most important component, do you not? All that’s left is the body– Go and bring it back here. I will give it my all, for I am the Incredible Lorenzini Venigni, and I will settle for no less than my one-hundred percent!... But again, no promises.”

The emotion to grip at his heart was almost overwhelming, the heavy THUD THUD of the organ pounding against his chest in a mixture of anticipation, joy, and above all else, hope.

“I’ll be back.” He announced with a nod, though he made no move to leave just yet. Instead, he gave the man a smile, brighter than any he had expressed in the past. “Thank you, Venigni. I appreciate your help.” The words were met with a nod and something akin to that of a mutter and a hum. Already was the other absorbed by the notes before him, ink meeting paper in rapid scribbles from the very moment Pulcinella had provided the writing tools.

“Let’s go get your pal… pal!” Gemini chimed in, spurring the boy into motion with a nod. “Leave the technical stuff to the professionals! Rosa Isabella Street awaits!” A trip that would surely be a bit more eventful than their visit to the train station, knowing full well that the puppets would still be prowling around their fallen king’s domain. Please let this work… The silent prayer was sent skyward.

#Lies of P #Lies of P fic #Lies of P Spoilers #I won't ramble in tags much but-- I'm excited to get working on this. I just wanted to get my initial idea/thoughts out #So I'll probably build onto this. Change some stuff around. Add stuff. Etc etc... but for now. Baby's first draft ♡#WHAT DO I TAG FOR THE SHIP?????#Promeo #????#Carmeo #????????????? WE NEED AN OFFICIAL SHIP TAG!!! Fandom friends please help a brother out #We need to come to an agreement on a ship tag so I can effectively flood it (lovingly) with art and writings

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tillthelandslide · 9 months

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Insufferable Arsehole (When In Rome) Part 10 - Step Into Your Skin Instagram AU

A/n: hello everyone, I'm back with another insta au, I've changed the format up a little bit and added some colours, think it makes it easier to read but let me know what you think...

If you haven't read this series so far, here are the links, any support would be greatly appreciated, I truly do love you guys so much.

Taglist: @scooby-doodoo @thereisaplaceintheheart @theoriginalwhatsername (if you want to be added please just drop me a message 🫶🏼)

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thisislou:

thisislou well then... 😍

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trumanblack don't feel like tagging me love?

↳ thisislou dont want you getting any more attention, you're mine ❤️

↳ trumanblack that I am ❤️

bedforddanes75 I miss you both

↳ thisislou miss you more

rass1975 Rome looks good on him

↳ thisislou that it does 🫠

thisislou:

thisislou I'd stay with you here forever, you with those dark eyes and darker hair, the epitome of beauty, you put Adonis to shame, with the way you paint my brain, with everything that is you, you with those dark eyes and darker hair. The epitome of beauty.

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trumanblack I love this

trumanblack I love you

↳ thisislou I love you more Healy ❤️

bedforddanes75 that's pretty

↳ thisislou thank you bestie 🫶🏼

charli_xcx hot... Wish you'd write these things about me

↳thisislou are you flirting with me Charlotte?!

↳ charli_xcx I will if you keep using my full name

rass1975 this is cute

↳ thisislou we miss you 😔

thisislou:

thisislou breaking news ‼️ I'm never leaving Italy.... Let's just stay here forever @trumanblack

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trumanblack okay ❤️

bedforddanes75 umm no?

↳ thisislou you and @charli_xcx are here all the time anyway

↳ charli_xcx @thisislou still mad that you stole our wedding destination

↳ thisislou omg stop we didn't get married!

rass1975 na please don't, please come back, I happen to like you... And he's alright I guess

75fan love the way Mattys just straight up like sure

thisislou:

thisislou Rome on film @trumanblack

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trumanblack happiest with you ❤️

↳ thisislou adore you ❤️

mynamesmia okay... Cute

charli_xcx you're glowing... So happy for you

carly.rh love this ❤️

mattyloustan why would I not be surprised if they just went to Rome to elope?

↳ the1975updates omg don't bc Matty got her initial tattooed on his ring finger and Charli keeps dropping hints

↳ mattyloustan HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS?!

↳ the1975updates she posted a picture on her story of them and you could see it 🥹 I posted a screenshot of it on my page

the1975updates:

the1975updates THIS!!!

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📍the1975updates Lou liked the post guys brb just crying 😭🫶🏼

↳ thisislou @the1975updates you're the sweetest... I can promise you all we didn't get married though

75fan omg I swear to God they could not get any cuter

loufanpage he's so whipped it's adorable

ilovemattyxlou I can't deal 😭

fan1 on his ringer finger too?! that man wants to make a wife out of her

fan3 "All of those dreams where you're my wife"

↳ the1975updates now that's just unfair

fan4 I swear they've gotten married... I just know it. And in Italy too? Fucking cute

↳ fan3 check Lou's comment bb

trumanblack:

trumanblack I love you with all my heart

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thisislou I love you so much

bedforddanes75 my best friends

rass1975 okay but... I just got a bit emotional looking at this.... I'm so fucking happy for you

1975adam so proud

charli_xcx can't deal 😭🫶🏼

thisislou:

thisislou see sometimes I look like the type of girl you'd take home to your mum... 📸 @trumanblack

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trumanblack my pretty girl

↳ thisislou yours ❤️

charli_xcx an absolute angel

bedforddanes75 pretty best friend

rosetintedglasses and other times you look like an absolute fucking rockstar who writes songs about fucking your boyfriend

↳ thisislou damn fucking straight

↳ loufanpage I fucking love this 🤣

the1975updates Matty is so whipped... Sharing this to his story... "My girl" I'm not crying you are!

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#the 1975 #matty healy #the 1975 fanfic #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fic #matty the 1975 #matty #matty healy imagine #matty Healy instagram au #insufferable Arsehole matty healy series #ross macdonald #george daniel #adam hann

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chanslover100 · 3 months

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Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Hi lovelies! Welcome to my first imagine. This is a request for my fellow Stay bestie @resi4skz. I hope you like it! There will be a part 2 to this 😘

Aurora’s POV

A heavy sigh left my lips as I got ready for a girl’s night out. One of the reasons for this night was because of how down I was feeling due to missing my long distant boyfriend. Chan and I are inching one year of dating however, I still never get used to him leaving after spending his break together.

Clicking on the Instagram app, I open the camera and snap a couple selfies of tonight’s outfit. Its tradition for me to send photos everytime I left the house, dressed up. It’s Chan’s request because he misses me so much he needs to see me every chance he can find. One of the many reasons why I’m really falling for him; he makes me feel beautiful, confident and always supportive of anything I want to do in life.

Aurora: 3 photo attachments

Aurora: You request and I shall deliver <3

Popping my phone down, I touch up my hair and smile in the mirror once I was satisfied. My phone begins to ring the facetime tune. It was Chan.

‘Answer’

“Hi baby” I wave with a smile on my face.

He was currently in a hoodie and hat. His phone was propped up on something in the studio as he continued to click away, smiling once my face brightens his screen.

“Hey gorgeous”

“What are you up to?” I ask.

“Besides admiring my beautiful girl? Nothing much, just editing a couple songs in the studio”

He leans back in his chair, resting both his hands behind his head and shifting his focus on me with a subtle lip bite. Oh, this man knows what he’s doing. His little stunt always makes me react in such a way, I still get shy in front of this man.

Smiling, my cheeks heat up as I turn my head away, distracting myself.

“Stand up why don’t you?” he asks.

Obeying his request, I steady my phone on the dressing table and stand on my feet, far enough for him to observe my outfit yet close enough to pay attention to the detail of my highlighted curves on my cleavage on display.

“So, what do you think?” I ask, doing a little twirl.

He leans forward in the camera as his eyes darkened.

“Do that again”

This time, his voice was a low growl, sending chills down my body. A very common effect he had on me, regardless of distance. Stepping back, I knew what had to be done. Placing my palms on the curvature of my breasts, I slide them down my dress, showing every angle as my eyes stay glued to the screen.

His eyes were scanning my whole body, not missing a single inch. Hi fidgets in his seat, adjusting himself.

“What’s wrong Channie? Can’t get enough?”.

I tease in a low tone, leaning against my vanity makeup table, exposing my highlighted breasts as they met each other, pushing them up.

“Babygirl, I hate that I can’t be there. If only you knew what you’re doing to me right now.”

I knew exactly what I had done. His right hand reaches under the table as he struggles to sit still, bringing it back to the table.

“See what you did? I’m hard just thinking about the sight in front of me right now” he states in a low tone.

“Oh? And what would you like me to do about it?” I ask.

“Why don’t you come here and find out?”

Unfortunately, the call was interrupted by a text from my friends. They were waiting outside in their cars.

“I’m so sorry Channie but I have to go. They’re here.”

I pout, gathering my purse, phone and shoes as I head out.

“That’s okay baby, you go enjoy yourself. Call me if you need anything, ok?”

“I’ll be fine. I’ll call you as soon as I reach home okay?”

I send him a flying kiss and wave him goodbye as I hang up. A few seconds later, I receive a text from him

Channie: Remind me again where you’re going?

Aurora Club Ivy, why?

Channie: No reason

Aurora: Baby, there’s always a reason.

No answer.

It wasn’t long until we reached our destination. The club was jam packed on this busy weekend. After passing through security, a waiter approaches us.

“Excuse me ma’am are you Aurora?”

“I am” I raise my hand in confusion.

“You girl’s follow me please.” He instructs.

The girls and I exchange looks of confusion but follow him anyway. We’re in a crowded place so I doubt this is a kidnapper’s case. Walking upstairs, he then presents us a private lounge with refreshments. This all seems all too familiar, and I know exactly whose doing this was.

Chan.

Aurora: Babyyy, was this your doing?

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Chan: I have no idea what you’re talking about.

This. This is why I refuse to tell him where I’m going most of the times. Using his connections, he manages to pull these things off. One of his many ways to show his love.

“All beverages are pre paid so please help yourselves and I hope you ladies enjoy your night” he smiles as he walks away.

1:47am

“Go to sleep Aurora, it’s late” Chan says over the phone.

Currently laying in bed, my phone is attached to my ear with Chan on the other end.

“I said I’m fine” I mumble.

The little time I have with his busy schedule and time zones, we make the most of every chance that approaches us.

The phone drops silent all of a sudden.

“What’s wrong baby why the silence?” he asks.

“I can’t do this anymore Chan” my voice cracks.

“What can’t you do?”

“This. Spending everyday missing you. Not being close to you. Not being able to be in your arms. Not being able to cuddle into your warm embrace when I have a bad day” a tear trickles down my cheek.

“Rory my love, you’re breaking my heart. I miss you too. More than you can ever imagine.” He responds.

“Really?” I ask.

“Really. You know what? Fuck it. I’m booking you a ticket right now as we speak. I’m not spending another night alone”.

He does it again. The man is rich enough to book first class tickets if it meant flying out the very next day.

“Everything is set for your trip. Your only job is to pack and get your ass to me”.

“Thank you Channie, you don’t need to do this. I have a stable job and I hate that you spend your earnings on my silly little things” I say with a slight smile.

“Don’t you ever think I’m wasting money when it comes to you. Now you know the routine, get some sleep and stay on the phone”.

This was our routine. Every night when we’d call, I’d stay on the phone with him until I fall asleep because I have trouble sleeping without him. Whether it be his voice or presence. I was too attached to this man and it drove me insane.

Chan thought I had fallen asleep however, I had just been dozing off slowly.

“I don’t know if you’re asleep now Aurora but if you are, I’m saying it anyway” he whispers. “You make me the happiest man in the world. I’m so lucky to have you and I want you to know, no matter the distance, I’ll always be by your side. I love you Rory”.

With a smile on my lips, I fall into a deep sleep.

#skz scenarios #skz #skz imagines #bang chan #bangchan x y/n #christopher bang chan #skz x reader

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ts1mp0ne · 1 year

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.𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dad!kylian mbappé x reader

.𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

.𝑪𝑾: fluff

.𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞：luvs, I’m doing this again, idea from my bestie, I hope you like it, I’m still starting this but let’s see

𝑺/𝒏 - son’s name

𝑫/𝒏- daughter's name

You were currently preparing yourself for your trip to the Bahamas, you had your 6yo son and 5yo daughter ready, you were just waiting for the driver to arrive

“Guys the driver is here let’s go” you heard mini steps coming your way in a fast pace “ne cours pas(don’t run)” you heard your husband yell followed by a “désolé papa(sorry daddy)”

You were waiting by the door then decided to help the driver put the luggage in the car, just to make things faster since your husband was very late(as always)

“KYLIAN SOIS RAPIDE(Kylian be fast)” you yelled impatiently, then he came and took the fast of the luggage to put it in the car

The kids were already inside, Kyky went to sit in front and u were in the back with the kids

You didn’t really have to rush to the airport since you guys were going with a private jet but you didn’t like to be late so the sooner you get there the more time you have to enjoy

𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕡 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥

You had just reached the airport and it wasn’t very full, we went to another area where Kyky’s private jet was located

We immediately entered the jet and the kids fell asleep, it takes 8hrs to reach out destination and it was currently 6am

We left the kids to sleep in the room inside the jet meanwhile me and Kyks were sitting across each other just scrolling on our phones occasionally looking at each other and making small talk

Mostly because we were still very tired, we hadn’t fully woken up yet

I decided to go and seat on the sofa and I pulled Kylian with me so that we could cuddle, I was about to go back to sleep and I sleep better when he’s next to me

𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕡 𝕥𝕠 𝟠𝕙𝕣𝕤 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣(𝟚𝕡𝕞)

The fight goes as planned, and 8hrs later I’m being woken up by my husband telling me that we have arrived

While they took out luggage, you and Kyky went to call you two bundles of joy who were already awake just watching tv in the bedroom

Immediately as you left the jet, you were hit by the summer heat of Bahamas

You and Kyky decided to rent out a villa for you and your family, it’s a big villa for just a family of 4 but you loved to have your privacy

“Do you like it?” Kylian asked while wrapping his arms around you from behind and kissing your temple, you were standing behind the kitchen counter just observing everything from there

“Yes I do, this is better than I expected it would be” you said back and wrapped your arms around his neck giving him a kiss “maman, papa” you heard your kids yell so you broke the kiss and looked to your right where there stood your two kids “can we go swimming now?” Your son asked

You had promised them that they could go swimming when we arrived, both of them were already dressed in their swimming suits

“Okay attends que papa et moi soyons prêts alors nous pourons y aller(wait for me and daddy to get ready then we can go)” I said while kissing their heads and heading upstairs, my husband not far behind who first went to turn on the tv so the kids don’t get bored

I decided to also wear a black swimsuit to match with my kids, then I exited the bathroom and my husband looked up at me from his phone, started at me up and down and smirked, then he stood up and started waking towards me

“You look so sexy ma” he said while standing in front of me “I mean you always do but” he said while hugging me and squeezing my ass(no smut here sorry to disappoint😭)

“Thank you so do you” he was also wearing black swim trunks “as much as I would love to do this, our kids are waiting, and you know how they get impatient easily”

“Wonder who they got that from” he murmured but you heard and slapped him in the back of the head, I knew he was talking about me I was very impatient

Still impressed that I could wait 9 months to give birth, not that I had a choice anyways

So after that we went downstairs, had some family time, we stayed there until dinner time, since we had a personal chef we didn’t have to get out of the pool early

We then exited the pool and went to eat dinner before we went to tuck in the kids each one of them in their bedrooms before we went to our own room

“So tomorrow are we going to the yacht?” You asked him since he was the one responsible for what we were going to do there

“Yes we are that’s the plan for tomorrow then we are going to eat out” he told me while looking down at me since I was laying on his chest

We continued staring at each other until I broke the silence “thank you for planning this trip I really needed a family time with the three of you” I said and he packed my lips and answered “bien sûr tu le mérites mon amour, I would do anything to make you feel better(of course you deserve it my love)”

We both then fell asleep on each others embrace

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕓𝕪 𝕂𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟’𝕤 𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕕𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕔𝕦𝕡

“Mon amour, wake up” you heard you husband whisper in your ear “me and the kids are ready we gave you more time to rest but now we gotta start our day”

“Wait just a few more minutes Kyky give me 5” I replied back, he chuckled and said okay and kissed my head letting me sleep before literally 5 minutes later I heard my kids jumping in the bed telling me to wake up

“Okay, okay I’m awake lemme get ready” I said chuckling, I was wide awake at that point

I did everything then went downstairs, me and my daughter were matching while my husband and son were also matching

“Good morning mes chéries(my darlings)” you said cheerfully while entering the kitchen, since you were already kind of late to the yacht you decided that you would just eat there

𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕡 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕪𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕥

Kylian was currently leading you and your children down the dock towards the yacht, it wasn’t the first time you guys entered a yacht but still every time you did your children got excited especially since this yacht was pretty big

“Don’t you think this is a lot for a family of 4?” I asked him with a teasing smile “no it’s not I could’ve rented a bigger one for you three” he told me looking at me with a smile

My God how did I get o lucky

We entered the yacht first thing I did was go and eat I was very hungry, meanwhile those three went to swim, it was very cute since d/n still couldn’t swim very well, she had the help of her father and brother

After I ate I went to rest for a bit outside just watching them play until s/n told me to get in the water so that’s what I did and we had lots of fun

𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕡 𝕥𝕠 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖

At night we had to go and eat out, I was dressed in a white dress, me and my baby girl were matching and my two boys were also matching a beige outfit not too formal because we were going to a outdoor restaurant near the beach but they looked so good

“My boys look so good, don’t they d/n?” I asked my daughter who was trying to reach out for her dad “yes mommy but we look better” she said back and we started laughing

“Yes you do mon amour, you and mommy are the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen” Kyky said back looking at his daughter “guys let’s go im hungry” s/n said impatiently

When we arrived at the restaurant it wasn’t very full, Kylian got recognised of course he’s Kylian Mbappé, we had a great time, it’s good spending time with family, at one point I zoomed out just observing how careful my husband is towards our children, I couldn’t have asked anyone else to be the father of my babies, he is just wonderful

I think he noticed I was staring at him so he muttered “je t’aime” in which I said “I love you too”

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y/n.mbappe: la vie avec ces trois❤️ (life with this three)

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𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: hey guys so sorry for the spelling mistakes, I decided to write another one bcs why not many of you have been asking for more and what the people ask the people get😌 hope you liked this one, don’t be scared to give feedback whether it’s good or not

#kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian Mbappe imagines #football imagines #footballer x reader

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badaseyebags · 18 days

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to all the guys that tried to love me ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Ch1

word count: 1,1k

warnings: none yet, characters will reveal themselves

authors note: hello hello, i’m not sure if anybody will read this since it’s not bada/team bebe related, but big thank you to those who do! i kept this one short just to test things out -🍞

do you ever feel like you’re falling behind in life or that you’re are too childish for your age? or maybe you haven’t experienced things others your age have been doing for years? well.. what better way to fix that than to go to your first party, am i right? haha no. you shouldn’t pressure yourself to fit into society’s standards, if i could tell my younger self i would. and maybe punch her in the face, repeatedly. but then i wouldn’t have all these stories to tell.

let’s start from the beginning..

covid is just ending, restrictions are finally being lifted, and you’ve spend so much time being locked inside the house. all of your friends are adults, yet none of you experienced a real party without supervision, how embarrassing right? the one damn party you’ve ever attended was with your family’s presence and it was full of high people and terrible music. how lucky were you to find a party that’s catered to a specific audience that you resonate with? a community of people who enjoy the same music as you, and it’s in a nearby city? oh you definitely had to go! this small town was full of weirdos, it’s time to explore the real world!

i’ll take you to the day of the party, just a few hours before it all happened. when me and my best friends were getting ready. it was our first proper party, well.. mostly, my ex, ryujin who turned into my bestie after our break up has been to many, she was always a bit ahead of me. but for me and my other bestie ningning, this was a premiere. we had no real idea of how these parties go, or what to expect, you could call us daydreamers, or delusional if you want.

we took the train to the city, and lucky for us my auntie lived there so we didn’t have to worry about going home at 5 am or searching for a place to sleep. it was all going according to plan. we sipped on some champagne to “loosen up” before the event, honestly it did a little more than just loosen me up as i disappeared for a good 20 minutes and came back with pink hair dye? yeah, not sure what compelled me to do so, but it was one of the best hair choices i made. so while my friends are doing their makeup, i’m sitting on the floor, tipsy and with pink hair. we finish getting ready and feel our own heartbeats as we get in the cab and drive to our destination.

are my legs shaky because i’m nervous? or is it the after effects of the cheap champagne working it’s magic on my inexperienced heart? as if i have time to worry about that right now, i’m so exited! we skip over to the line of the club and gasp at the amount of people. do clubs usually have this many people? we look at each other in excitement, grasping each others hands tightly, as we hear our favourite songs being played from the inside.

our joy was cut short upon entering and getting hit with the unpleasant, pungent smell of people’s sweat mixing in with whatever alcohol they were drinking. did nobody else in here use perfume? or deodorant at least? why the hell is everyone so touchy with each other? are they dating… my eyes didn’t know where to focus so instead i looked at the floor shyly, deciding i might need a little drink to handle this. at some point we felt like we didn’t belong in there and made a huge mistake planning this night. but we decided to stay since we planned this for long, and we would seem like even bigger losers for leaving so suddenly. and so, we had a few shots that felt like a rock being thrown at a window, me being the window. i had to sit down, this feeling was so icky, the music is too loud, too many people.. i found some random seat and just watched people dance and have fun. was this what all parties are like? at least my friends are having fun… kinda. my eyes pan from them to this random person across from me. hm.. he seems to.. not belong here neither. is he here because of his friends? he seems oddly calm for such a loud place, he seems nice. i thought to myself, eyes scanning him a bit longer than i thought. my friends came up to me teasing me about this little “crush” huh? crush? i just thought he looked kind.. anyways, he seems really nice i wouldn’t mind knowing his name. but that’s all. his vibe is really different from all these guys showing off, much different than that guy that keeps screaming over there. at this point even i know his name, he seems very popular this loud guy.. tsurugi, or whatever people passing by called him. he’s already making my head hurt but he seems to be having fun, i wonder what that feels like.

speaking of guys, ryujin seems to have her eye on the jimin wannabe that just passed by us. dressed in all black, his hair covering the remainder of his face that his black mouth mask didn’t cover. ugh, the way he carries himself and seats himself right between all those girls that are glued to his twinky looking arms, how icky. definition of fboi right there, she can’t be serious. “you can’t even see his face, what’s there to like??” i shake my head at her, making eye contact with the said guy, glaring at him. he turns his attention to the group of girls surrounding him, drinking up all the attention while buying them a bottle. jeez, i’m guessing he’s the star of this party or something. i hate guys like this. this is also the type of guys you should avoid at parties, no, he’s not loud, doesn’t seem super drunk and in everyone’s faces like that tsurugi dude, but he’s far from the guy that i was curious about earlier. this guy definitely came here with a goal and he’s making it come true.

little did i know, that all 3 of these said guys will try to find a spot in my life, or more like, my heart. how on earth does that happen? well… you will find out soon.

#slice of life #romcom #angst #seonghwa x reader #wooyoung x reader #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez angst #ateez fluff #psychic fever x reader

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feyhunter78 · 1 year

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Hello bestie, Elrond request delivery service!!

Female reader x Elrond.

Reader has been kidnapped by another king who wants her for his wife but she’s already married to Elrond so our beautiful little elf comes to her rescue and they get all fluffy with each other after he finds her and takes her back to Rivendell so he can treat her for her wounds she has received ❤️🥰

Bestie!!! So I mixed your request with one I got for protective Elrond Hcs! I thought they kinda ran along the same vein! I hope you like it!!!!

Protective Prince

Elrond as we know him in TROP is not a fighter, of course in the later series we know he can fight, but he is still heart of hearts a diplomat. That being said, our boy can throw down if need be. Y’all remember that show of strength in the mines???? Crushing rocks with that hammer, not even breaking a sweat?? OOF that did something to me fr fr, anywayss let’s get to the headcannons:

Elrond is very protective of those he loves, but he goes about it in a more subtle way, usually.

He is quick to defend you verbally *see sfw alphabet* and never loses an argument. If anyone speaks badly about you, he can and will ruin their life. After he tries the civil route first, of course.

I see Elrond as someone who:

Makes sure doors don’t hit your shoulder when you’re rushing to get through them,

Always gets off his horse first in order to help you off yours,

Always drinks a little less than you to make sure you get home safely,

Put himself between you and any assumed threats,

Encourages you to learn to defend yourself,

Keeps track of people who talk badly about you and ensure you don’t run into them,

And like a million other little things! If we get battle scenes in the next season then I’ll definitely do an updated one of these with that knowledge in mind, but I feel like all in all, Elrond’s way of being protective is being proactive.

Now to a little blurb about sweet Elrond:

Truly you believed these types of things only happened in children’s tales, a beautiful maiden kidnapped by a loathsome king who desires her as a bride, and yet there you were. Tied up in a dungeon while a man you had meet briefly monologued on and on about how you were destined to be together, you just did not yet understand that.

“I am married, I cannot, and will not, marry another.” You told your captor once more, bracing yourself when his bejeweled hand drew back, the skin of your cheek already torn open and bloodied from his strikes.

He did not wish to hear that your heart belonged to another, but you would not cease. You had spent a century with Elrond, not a mere moment that could be so easily forgotten.

A surprised grunt and the heavy thud of flesh hitting stone bid you to open your eyes, and before you stood Galadriel, sword in hand, and Elrond who rushed to untie you.

“Y/N are you well, did he harm you?” He asked, gently caressing the irritated skin of your wrists.

“She is bleeding, clearly, he has injured her. Cowardice thrives in men like him.” Galadriel seethed, cleaning her blade with the cloak of your deceased captor. “Those who would harm the helpless, who would steal a woman from her home.”

You stood on shaky legs, leaning on your husband for support. He handed you lembas urging you to eat it as he and Galadriel led you out into the sunlight.

Now you sat in your quarters, strength partly regained thanks to the provisions your husband had provided during your journey back. Elrond bustled around the room, pulling out your favorite nightdress and beginning to run a bath for you as the healers finished dressing your wounds. Once they left, Elrond kept moving about the room, the anxiousness rolling off him in waves.

You held your hand out to him, and he took it, pressing his lips to your palm reverently. “My starlight I was so worried, my heart would not still, my mind would not rest, day and night I agonized over your fate, forgive me for not coming sooner, the High-King—”

“Elrond.” You stopped him gently, his oakwood eyes settling on you, the skin underneath them wan and purple with fatigue. “All is well, there is nothing to forgive, you came for me and that is what matters.”

He pressed your hand to his cheek, taking your other hand and placing it over his heart. “I will always come for you, there is no force in this world that would keep me from you. No distance, or peril, no storm or foe, that could hinder me not when you, my starlight, my love, my life, are waiting for me.”

Tears welled in your eyes, and you smiled at him, your fear had vanished the moment you saw him in the dungeon. The sun at his back, his cloak already in hand, being wrapped around you. The way he whispered your name and held you with such gentleness. If the fairy tales were true, then your husband was a prince of legend, and you, his beloved princess. “I will always wait for you, you are my love, my husband, my protector, no god or king could hold my heart as you do.”

Tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @elronds-pointy-ears, @elrondscalaquendi, @dilf-superiority, @jesticace

#meg's writing #elrond x reader #elrond peredhel #young elrond #elrond rop #rop elrond #trop fic #elrond x y/n #elrond x you #thanks for the request!#meg talks with the rop babes #elrond headcanons #young!elrond #young elrond fanfic

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feralboimurphy · 2 months

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Benson Boone’s new album has a few Jeric songs on it. I will explain.

Beautiful Things: Jack has OCD (at least a lot of signs point to it) and of course that means getting in his own head about having everything good (eric, shawn, his friends). He might self destruct, but he would die if he would lose it all over again.

Forever and A Day: This song is the both of them to each other. The first part of the song is Eric.

“No words convey the way it felt for me to finally hold you.” Eric spent 15 years without the man he thought of as his soulmate after almost getting him back in 2000. The moment he got it, he clearly wasn’t going to let it go. I wish we got so much more of them in Girl.

The next part is Jack.

“Know every word you’re gonna say before you even think it. But somehow every joke you make is funnier each time around. Your laugh is such a perfect sound.” Now, it’s no surprise that Eric is a goofy man and this may have been Matt Lawrence + Will Friedle, but Jack laughed at Eric’s jokes more than people give him credit for. Even when serious, Jack never discouraged Eric’s funny quips (we ignore a LOT of season 7. all of them got weird.)

“I swear I’ve known you longer than forever and a day.” These two clicked right away and were besties. Upon meeting, they’re the same person and never stay away from each other for too long when there isn’t an obstacle in front of them.

“How could I forget those eyes? They took me by surprise, but suddenly I missed your face. I knew that smile from miles away.” Now…them meeting again as adults. As soon as they saw each other, they clicked again.

“I don’t believe in destiny…your melodies they’re changing me. I’m yours forever and a day.” Eric makes Jack a better person. Jack even admitted that multiple times. Eric is his person and always will be.

There (He) Goes: This one is another Jack to Eric song. Personally, I believe it’s Older Jack coming back to Eric. And Eric taking him back in like they never separated.

“…You’re my only ghost, come on, haunt me, cause I’m lonely. I’ve been gone too many days and it starts to feel the same; every morning. I don’t recognize this place. Is it me or have I changed?” Jack was a new person when he came back to Eric. Gave into his greed over the years and let it take over him.

“There (he) goes. Like I’ve never been alone. Like I’ve had it all along. Every time I go away I hate that it’s a day that I never see your face.” Once Jack has Eric back, you KNOW it’s hard for him to leave again. Leaving to even get his stuff to move would be hard because it means being away from Eric once again.

“So, i pack my bags. I’m takin off. I’m comin home.” Jack goes back for Eric. You know, he knew he wasn’t leaving once he came to Eric. He could trick himself, but the moment he packed up for the trip, Eric was his destination.

“Out of the blue, (He) comes around. (He) turned my world upside down.” Jack made a name for himself in that company and Eric flipped it all around.

BONUS:

To Love Someone: This one is Eric realizing he loves Jack two different times.

“Brand new apartment, we sat on the floor. A blow up mattress and some plastic forks. Our clothes on the counter, keys in the door. You’re all I ever wanted never been so sure.” I mean…come on. New apartment together. Them bonding and Eric falling in love.

“Suddenly nothing is the way it was. Is this what it’s like to love someone?” When Jack saw Eric was more than his roommate, it changed everything between them. They got closer. Went on dates. Everything.

“Empty apartment I’m sat on the floor. A blow up mattress and a plastic fork. Fighting the flashbacks that creep through the door. I stare at the ceiling and try to ignore.” You can take this one as either Eric moving out when Rachel moves in or when Jack leaves with Rachel for the Peace Corps.

“Chances are we’re gonna tell ourselves this is how it’s supposed to be. And chances are this isn’t the last time I’ll dance with your memory.” Eric thinks about Jack every day and vice versa. Can’t tell me different.

Now the ‘suddenly nothing is the way it was’ changes. Eric and Jack are no longer in each other’s lives. It’s not the way it was. There’s no late night TV watching. Nothing about their lives together because Jack is gone.

#holy shit long post #jeric #jack hunter #eric matthews #boy meets world #bmw #might do more of these with other songs 🤭

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berglietz · 17 days

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Seasons Greasons: A Meta Analysis based on Caspar's Culinary Palate + Return Gift For Shez's Whistle

AKA: no one should ever 'jokingly' challenge me to write a meta to my irl face. take these 1k words now

THE BACKSTORY:

May 6th, Baltimore Inner Harbor. It was a lovely day—by which I mean the sky was grey and gloomy and decided to start spitting a fine mist down from the clouds as soon as Lucius and I stepped out of the light rail and started our trek toward our destination. Our destination being a birthday celebration for Erica, which obviously made the day lovely regardless of the weather. At this point we had already gotten past the 'hello's and reciprocal 'oh god you really are shorter than i remember's, and had settled into our table at the cafe. Inevitably, the conversation quickly turned to Fire Emblem. We are who we are.

Playthroughs of Warriors: Three Hopes entered the scene, and then discussions of the Merc Whistle mechanic. "I haven't given mine away yet." I said. "Don't they give you a return gift that you can wear as an accessory to use their special ability?"

I pulled out my phone. I learned that Caspar's return gift to Shez was called Seasoning Set. Across the table, past the strangely shaped flasks of hot water and growing number of drained shirley temple glasses, N "Njamin" Von TOAmod smiled at me and said "I expect a meta post about Caspar's seasoning set on the dash by [due date]*" *I do not remember the exact phrasing, nor the initial due date. I am going to say it was 'next month', that way I don't get any of my extremely real roleplayer points docked for tardiness.

And thus, I was committed to the bit. Straight up married to it. Welcome to the wedding. The reception is catered, obviously, and we'll be serving—

Well. I'm getting to that.

THE SEASONING SET

(This is a crunchy screenshot that I cropped myself from my own Switch. Forgive me)

The details of note to me are:

Clarifying that you have matched your bestie/S-support equivalent's sentimental gift with something you "don't need" is so rude LMFAO. I'm glad he is keeping up the same behavior from his story about a girl trying to ask him out to the Goddess Tower in Three Houses where he seems to totally misread a situation and make an ass of himself by dismissing the person/not matching their energy. Really beautiful stuff.

Multiple spices, you say? Looks like I have to come up with more than one. It's not just salt in there.

CASPAR'S COOKING SKILLS

They are bad. He has a big red downward-facing arrow next to his face in the list of candidates for cooking together in Three Houses. If you choose to let him cook anyway, he tells you his pitfalls himself:

"All right! Leave it to me! I'll fry it, grill it, and try not to burn it!" / "Sorry for making you do all the work, Professor. I mess up the ingredients every time!"

With this info, I am taking the text saying "he forgets to use spices" very literally. The impression I get is he gets so overwhelmed by multi-step cooking processes that he loses track of ingredients. He does like some spices in his food and drink, though, so I will presume that the spices in his seasoning set are ones that he would enjoy putting in his food if he ever remembered to toss them in.

THE FAVORED FLAVORS

The easiest spice choice comes directly from his favorite type of tea.

Ginger Tea: "The sharp spiciness of ginger laces the body of this tea, unforgettable and brightening."

Bam. Right there. We can put ginger on the list. For the rest, I'll take a look at the dining hall dishes he likes that fall under the Spicy category.

Sauteed Jerky: "Jerky aged in the monastery and sautéed for a delightfully salty flavor. A perfect snack to go with your favorite drink."

The description doesn't give me any seasoning beyond salt, but according to the resources on serenesforest this dish is counted as a spicy one! When I think of spicy jerky (and look up a few recipes to confirm my memories) I think of a peppery sort of sensation on the tongue—black pepper and cayenne (or other hot peppers).

Sauteed Pheasant and Eggs: "Thin slices of bird meat and shredded cabbage, mixed with scrambled eggs and sautéed with spices. Invention of a certain noble."

This one gave me no hints as to what types of spices. RIP. I relied much more heavily on googling for this one, and settled on interpreting this dish as a take on anda bhurji, maybe?? (literally 'scrambled egg'. it's an Indian scrambled egg dish). Online recipes for this one gave me spices such as turmeric, coriander, red chili, and ginger.

THE SEASONING LIST

Just to have it all in one place, here's all the hypothetical seasonings I've thrown out all put together:

Salt

Black Pepper

Ginger (mentioned x2!!)

Cayenne/Red Chili (or whatever Fodlan equivalent capsacin-haver there might be)

Turmeric

Coriander

Go forth, Shez. Make a delicious spicy scrambled egg dish. Perhaps you can share it with friends for brunch. That'd be a beautiful way to bring things full circle, don't you think?

BONUS: MY BOY HATES FISH

I just think it's so fucking funny that he hates every seafood dish. Look at this list of foods he hates.

Grilled Herring, Fish and Bean Soup, Small Fish Skewers, Spicy Fish and Turnip Stew, Onion Gratin Soup, Sweet and Salty Whitefish Sauté, Fruit and Herring Tart, Cheesy Verona Stew, Fish Sandwich, Super-Spicy Fish Dango, Pickled Seafood and Vegetables, Two-Fish Sauté, Gautier Cheese Gratin, Cabbage and Herring Stew, Bourgeois Pike, Fried Crayfish

Only three out of this list don't have something referencing fish/seafood right in the name, and two out of those three do have fish in the ingredients if you go looking:

Onion Gratin Soup: "Onions stewed with white trout and baked with a layer of cheese on top. Will warm you up from the inside out." Cheesy Verona Stew: "A rich dish consisting of verona and sautéed Teutates loach. These ingredients are boiled and served with two kinds of melted cheese."

Maybe there is something he dislikes about gratin, though, since he dislikes Gautier Cheese Gratin as well. A texture problem, perhaps? Either way, it doesn't feel as prominent a dislike as his thing with fish—the guy also hates the Fishing Float gift. Caspar is a certified fish hater. This makes his participation in the fishing tournament even funnier to me: he will straight up make an exception for his seeming disdain for fishing if it's turned into a competition he can try to win. Definitely no way he was eating his catch though. Maybe he fed it to his cat friend from his supports with Ashe, lmfao

Anyhow, I'll leave off with this silly indulgent little meta here. Thanks for playing along! ilu toa ❤

#[ ooc ]#[ headcanon ]#// queueing this and going to bed so nobody knows how long i stayed up doing this

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krishna-sangini · 10 months

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My Journey to Keshav

My journey to Keshav began when I was probably 2 or 3 years old. The tales that my grandpa and my great-granny told me; of Krishna's baal leelas, the cheer haran, His raas leela, His journey to Mathura, the slaying of Kansa, and then becoming the protector of uncountable people... All these tales I marvelled at as a toddler have the credit of hooking me onto my Keshav for the very first time.

This was just the start... Of a beautiful journey that would ultimately become my destination.

The toddler me grew up into a kid. That’s when the cartoon ‘Krishna Balram’ came onto the scene. And yeah, that show is 100% credited with making me fall head-over-heels for the sibling pair. I mean, y’all would be lying if you said you didn’t absolutely fall in love with Krishna and Balram after watching that show! Like, come on! Those two boys are simply sweethearts! Then came the ‘Little Krishna’ movie series. Ouffffff! My heart was completely occupied by the Makhan Chor by then.

But then I entered teenage! The best phase of human life. You know, the phase everyone goes through where Westernization is considered cool and spirituality is considered ‘boring’ and ‘conservative’. Yeeeah… I fell into that ditch too. I pushed Kanha into the backseat. I got absorbed in the world of being ‘cool’ by shunning my religion and putting on the mask of atheism.

(This is not a dig at people who are genuinely atheists. Y'all are free to have your own opinions, and I respect yours even if mine are different.)

During those 5-6 years, I forgot all about my absolute bestie. The one who had stayed with me through every nightmare and sunshine. Needless to say, my life was a torment those years. Serious shitty family issues and my then school can be credited for that.

But again, once you’re into Krishna, he'll always find a way to bring you back if you go astray. That’s exactly what my Keshav did to me.

2020 saw the advent of the COVID-19 virus in India, and a long and tiring lockdown followed. Just as people were beginning to get frustrated to death, the good old Mahabharat and Ramayana started airing again. That was the turning point for me. Seeing Nitish Bhardwaj’s excellent portrayal of my Keshav, I was hit with the nostalgic memories of my childhood that I shared with Kanha. It was then that the thought struck me, “If a human can look so freaking beautiful, how much more radiant and divine must Kanha have looked in real life!”

And that was it. I called for Keshav after so long. He was waiting for me, perhaps. Waiting for me to call Him with all my heart, without my pride’s obstruction. I did, and He responded right away. A couple of days later was when I had that magnificent dream where my Keshav showed me a glimpse of Himself for the very first.

(I have posted about that dream here too; the link is in my pinned post. If you’re curious, you can check it out! Also, please share your Krishna story too!)

And since then, there has been no coming back.

I am now compensating for those 5 years by falling in love with my Keshav harder with each passing day. Not that I mind it. Because I absolutely love it. Now that I look back, it had been Him all along. All those times I sat crying alone in my room cuz of the mess our family was in, Keshav was there right by my side, caressing me gently. I was just too haughty to realize it. Had it not been for Him, the wicket of my life would already have toppled years ago.

Sooo, this is my journey to my Keshav. The journey that still continues; it will continue till we meet finally on the ultimate day… This journey has mended me in so many ways. It has shown me a whole new side of myself. It has helped me realize myself better. And best of all, it has made me feel my Keshav more and made me love Him much more. And I’m so so glad that I had people in my life who led me to the beginning of this journey. For this too, I thank our Manmohan.

Sooo, yeah. That’s it. How has your journey to Krishna been so far? Feel free to share!

Radhe Radhe, sakhis and sakhas! Kanha will stop by in your dream tonight~ (Yeah, he told me so himself!)

#my_musings #krishna #krishnablr #gopiblr #hinduism #my Keshav is so freaking beautiful y'alllll #i could go on and on and on about how He's gotten me wrapped around His finger #i love Him so freaking much

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mo0nflower26 · 23 days

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Ight, as requested, here's the anticipated Mhin dream. Enjoy guys! :3

(From my dream journal)

I was living a peaceful life. The weather is just right and cloudy but not enough to rain and the sun can still pass through it. I fed a goat and 2 plastic eating worms that I forgot the names of. After that, I spent a few hours getting some fresh air and for some reason, accidentally grabbing the goat's kid which led to me being chased and coming home late around 10:57pm.

Then I remember I had more chores to do such as doing the dishes outside so that I did. I saw my choir friends just outside our house and told me they're just gonna be chilling there for a while. While I was chatting with my friends, my admirer’s wingman did a lil pick up line about me and his homie being good for each other but little did they know I already have feelings for Mhin.

I then hung out with my main bestie until some random lady announced that we're on a mission to stop some corrupted nobles. Then an even fancier lady came in (she's a noble's wife) saying we have choral practice at their residency (which btw, was known for their maze rooms) and that we have no choice but to go.

She is rather stout and her hair is short and blonde, she wears a royal purple dress as if she's a ruler and we're her peasants. She also speaks in a very pompous manner. If you have seen Victor's mom from Corpse Bride, she has a resemblance to her.

Everybody then got in the tricycles (those Philippine tricycles to be specific). I was then ushered by the crowd to a tricycle but then I suddenly remembered I have to tell my mom where I was going and what's going on or otherwise she'd get worried so I went back to the house to inform her. Surprisingly, she let me go and I ran all the way back to the tricycle my bestie was in before it finally leaves.

Once we got to our destination, we boarded off and to my surprise, Mhin was there too. It was pretty windy and the wind gently blowing their hair frames their face perfectly. Their cape dancing along with the wind made them seem majestic. And the moonlight shining on their pale skin, reflecting their grey-reddish eyes made them look even more ethereal. I was entirely convinced that they're a moonkissed angel right then and there.

We then started walking towards the building as the tricycle was parked a few meters away from the actual building as “peasant vehicles” aren't allowed there I presume. Well, other than the fact the driver was going to take a lunch break and that we parked right next to a Karinderya. While we were walking, some guys were catcalling me and while I wanted to fight back, I didn't wanna cause a ruckus and have us late.

Mhin meanwhile, got irritated by it and glared at them so hard they didn't even want to move a single muscle after that. Because of it, I stuck by Mhin for the rest of the walk. After we finally got to the entrance room or some sort of the building, the whole group agreed that it would be best if we split in pairs and obviously, Me and Mhin are paired up since I already stuck onto each other like glue.

While we were discussing plans of which way to go, Mhin suddenly grabbed my hand and started running 3 times through the same room and I thought we got stuck in a loop until they turned left and got into a completely different room. I was momentarily shocked and confused before concluding that this is what they probably meant when they say the building is known for its maze rooms.

I still wondered about how the rooms magically loop just like earlier but that thought was then brushed off as we continued running. They were quick and agile, they moved and swerved through the rooms as if it was a built-in instinct for them to know which rooms lead to which. Despite my heart beating fast, I barely feel any sort of fatigue.

I couldn't even tell whether my heart is beating fast from the adrenaline, from running, or because of how pretty Mhin looks especially when they're so focused and serious like that (I was hopelessly in love with them especially in the dream okay? LMAO).

Either way, it almost feels like I'm floating like a balloon and Mhin is just running and dragging me around like a kid on sugar rush at their friend's birthday party.

We then soon finally stopped after going up a spiral staircase. Before we can even try to explore the place further, we heard somebody come in from a different set of stairs which is thankfully, not spiralled in case we ever got through there.

We eavesdropped a bit and found out that it's a noble and his wife's anniversary today. From what I remember in the dream, he is known as Sir Donovan. An intimidating man that looks like he could kill you with just a glance.

And his meek and docile wife, her name was never mentioned in the dream but I'll just refer to her as Mrs. Donovan. We saw them approaching our way. His wife, may or may have not seen at least a glance of the top of our heads.

It was then my turn to grab Mhin’s hand and run. We ran to a random room and there was a storage room. The door is slightly ajar and rather small but big enough to crawl inside. We got in there as I managed to lock the door and take out the key on time before Sir Donovan was able to catch us.

It was conveniently larger inside so that there's at least a good amount of space for me and Mhin. There was also a conveniently placed foam mattress that's large enough for us to share. With that, we decided to stay there for the night. Now this is where things get rather blurry, but I remember me and Mhin fought over something which most likely has to do with our mission and how either reckless (Mhin) or careless (Me) the other is.

And since the storage room is still relatively small, we got a bit physical with the fight. No punching or anything like that… Just pushing, shoving, and a bit of collar grabbing. And as I got fed up and successfully pinned them on the mattress while still bickering with them, they suddenly blurted out their feelings for me.

And I, obviously, was left stunned. Mhin took that as an opportunity to kiss me which ended up in a make out session… Probably something more if you want to interpret it as that… After that whole ordeal, we set off to find evidence that can be used against those corrupted nobles.

One small issue: Sir Donovan's bratty daughter is a huge obstacle that will ask us to play with her and that if we say no, she'll throw a huge fit. But if we said yes, she won't let us go until her parents eventually catch us. Another problem is that we rushed in her room without knowing it was hers with how much I was panicking. (Mhin let me lead the way and only got slightly disappointed when I lead ourselves to the wrong room :})

But now we're struggling to escape from there because Sir Donovan was just outside her room roaming the hallways while her daughter is walking around in her room playing with different variety of dolls. Eventually, Mrs. Donovan caught us but didn't do anything.

She even picked up her child and is putting her to sleep while looking at us with eyes that screams despair and hopelessness. Apparently, the dream made it canon that Sir Donovan is a yandere and that their marriage was against her will. She then averted her gaze at us. Almost as if telling us that we must go now that he's no longer roaming the hallways.

Seeing this made me feel really bad for her. Even Mhin who is usually tense and cynical towards others, softened a bit seeing her in such miserable state. Mhin nodded in acknowledgement and this time, instead of dragging each other around like before that little accidental confession from Mhin, we were getting out of there hand in hand to meet up with everyone else.

As we were still running, they stopped mid-way then muttered, “I'm gonna kill Sir Donovan…” I instinctively grabbed their wrist to stop them from running. I tried convincing them that they shouldn't go and that we don't know what Sir Donovan is capable of. They then clasped my hands together, telling me to keep running and don't stop until I'm back to where we first split up before finally letting go of me and running off.

I desperately shouted their name and chased after them with me already tearing up but they were too fast for me and I immediately lost sight of them. Cliche, I know but either way, I felt vulnerable without Mhin.

Unlike them, I don't have a built-in instinct to navigate my way to find them or to find the way back. I ended up somewhere in a different noble's house. For some reason, dream me decided I ain't getting paid enough for this and proceeded to commit robbery while gathering evidence lmao.

I managed to grab some evidence, lots of money, and escape from there but I was still a bit lost and badly missed Mhin. I eventually found a different group that is also one of our homies. I even saw Leander was there. They noticed how gloomy I look and that Mhin isn't with me.

They decided to give me some space because of it. Vere appeared in the scene and commented on how I basically like a sopping wet cat and he wasn't wrong with that LOL. Until after a week and a half in the dream, I still desperately looked for Mhin hoping that they would come back as everyone that watched me felt pitiful. It eventually got too hot irl and I can't stand the probability that something bad happened to Mhin so I woke up lol.

#touchstarved game #touchstarved shitposting #touchstarved mhin #the mhin dream #mhin my beloved <333 #i have no regrets

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Destined With You : Episode 15

We’re at the homestretch everybody and I don’t think I’m ready to let go 😭

also everytime I tune into a new episode in a new week it takes me 2 seconds to settle into the universe like for a second I was completely oblivious to the cheek holding and then remembered 🫡

as we get closer to the end I MUST give a shout-out to our girl Hong Jo’s wardrobe especially the sweaters like they’re so cozy !!!! NEED THEM

he is SO SWEET to her 💕💕💕

I know it’s the plot but he’s so kind and adorable with her which makes me genuinely laugh at his and Nayeon’s relationship 😭🙏

hug it out !!! your past lives were terrible 💜

‘sorry to interrupt’ nawwwww even I forgot the bodyguards 😭

hold hands !!!

oh they did

I’m so happy to see them

Hong Jo gets me even I was wondering if he’s okay to drive. Honestly since episode 1 I’m anti Sinyu drive hive like it just gives me anxiety

now sister you better stay in that car 🤨🤨🤨

kdrama security team actually doing their job and doing a quick sweep of the place ?!!! someone pinch me 🤩🤩🤩

they’re holding hands !!!

keep going besties

NO WAY

HONG JOOO !?!!!

get back here 😭

i lost so bad

😭😭😭😭😭😭

lmao this blanket situation. #real

just lost everything I wrote here omg tumblr drafts you will crumble !!!!

to summarise her dad ate with the monologue of her not being there in the hospital and just leaving lol (like she literally jumped town)

but then he ruined it by being a weirdo and being mean to his wife !!! she’s adorable and I literally don’t know why his dumbass is THAT mean to her if he chose to marry her

aunty get with the cute younger best friend !

also Hong Jo’s landlord aunty is the sweetest little sunishine !!!!

the cut fruit plate, someday Mr. Kwon will make someone very happy

not this office couple blind date thing…. my precious minutes 😭

fighting over someone you didn’t even go out on a BLIND date with oh she has too much time !

Hong Jo missing out on the most fun day in office

the plot refusing to let me see my mains kiss it’s bad for me

let them kiss !!!

lmao who is this random boss, we saw him twice in the office scenes today and I don’t remember seeing him earlier

the spectacle bun lady is so sweet

Hong Jo finally getting a gossip circle I used to pray for times like these 😭

Hong Jo come get some lessons from the assistant man 💕

???? Sinyu’s just unserious

oh the cute bestie who took Sinyu’s mom for the shooting stars thing is the one serving the papers💅

one thing about Sinyu’s dad he’s going to be annoying 😍 he’s been demeaning her since episode 1 lmao

aunty you’re not selfish at all, stay away from that loser of a man at all costs 😭🙏

I literally don’t know what exactly this man is still here for but the actor is gorgeous !

someone needed to thread the villain arcs a little better because I’m failing to grasp the importance of whatever this dude is doing (similar to me not grasping whatever the stalker was doing before he suddenly started vodooing)

wait are they actually making Mr. Kwon into a bad guy bad guy ? (let me have a little faith in him anyway 🤨)

their horrified faces at the public proposal! these girls get it 😭😭😭 (I’m terrified of it)

but also…. this isn’t the romance I’m tuning in for, I’m sorry to Mr. Gong stans….

not them pressuring her to say yes MY GOD ???? she literally just got out of a terrible marriage

lmao was this show sponsored by a bank 💀 okay !!! 💸💸💸

I adore Sinyu’s mom down so her and Hong Jo bonding just makes my heart fuzzy 🥰🥰🥰 !!! they deserve the world and I suddenly wish this show was 4 episodes longer so we could sit with moments like these 😭

let my sister divorce in peace, she has nothing to do with this construction business lol

the audacity to mistreat her for so long and then to say he’s fine with losing the company but not her like BE SERIOUS

wine on the table and my sister in a white sweater I’m worried

I feel like we as the audience were already pretty chill with the Sinyu and Hong Jo situation lol 😭

Nayeon is a different level of nasty omg ??? lock her up ???

I need Hong Jo to slap her once I BEG 😭😭😭

HONG JO FIGHT BACK

NO WAY 😭😭😭😭😭😭

at least throw the wine back !?!!

naurrrrrr

no kisses and no slaps this show hates me

I adore clingy Sinyu

they really baited me with last week’s preview but Sinyu wasn’t wrong when he said she looks good in everything !!!

that’s one way to do it 😭😂

in the walk in closet 💅💅💅

oh wow 😳 !

wow I thought the Shaman was going to ruin our life with some twist 😂😂😂

‘it’s a daughter, I had a conception dream’ 💀

from groot to a momentary lawyer Jang Sinyu to my beloved groot 🥰

oh no did the stalker talk to this old man ???

saw the bodyguards visible in the shot and a hesitant old man and knew my inner peace was about to be ruined

old man you were so unserious for this !!!!

it's this loser wet tissue of a man again >.<

oh wow Rowoon's crying acting is SO REAL ??? (need to check out his other projects) because the pain and worry in his voice as he said Hong Joo-ah got me actually 😭😭😭

cant wait to do this once again with y'all. see you tomorrow besties, let me just

#destined with you #homestretch besties #episode 15 #so many emotions #my babies fr #I need tomorrow to fly as past as possible so I can tune in !!!

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JAMES I HAVE A HUGE REQUEST 😏👀 AS IF WE DID NOT JUST TALK ABOUT THIS BAHAHA. But sugar daddy Tom and Jon?? 👀👀👀

IM IN SHAMBLES BESTIE OUR MINDS

Asks and you shall receive.

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Note: OUR MINDS!!! I definitely want to expand this into a complete fic, but I just have to get this thought out there because omg.

In Demand | Jon Hamm x Reader x Tom Cruise

You didn't make a habit of breaking rules. You honestly found comfort in them. you'd never have agreed to this little "arrangement" if you had a problem with rules. Yet months jetting around to the world's top destinations to promote a movie that beckons audiences to all but ogle your two men would lead anyone to reconsider things. Especially when the countless interviews, red carpets, and plane rides left no room in the schedule for any attention you've grown so accustomed to.

Attention. A priceless form of love.

How could two men who all but showered you in the finest of luxuries be unable to afford this simple thing? And how bad could breaking just one little rule be?

Attention you craved, attention you'd receive.

Another day, another premiere.

Smile for the camera, crack a few jokes with the cast, and be the arm candy of whichever of the two men wanted you more on that given day. It was almost becoming second nature at this point. Yet as you choose a sparkling diamond bracelet from your well-stocked jewelry case, you couldn't help the nerves beginning to flutter in your stomach. This wasn't just another premiere, this was the Cannes Film Festival. The event that sets the tone for both audiences heading to the theatre and the academy heading into awards season alike.

Just as your anxiety began to take hold, Jon's soft touch broke you from your thoughts. As he began fastening the bracelet around your wrist you couldn't help but think about how this was as much attention you'd received from him or Tom in what felt like months. You savored his touch, gentle but with an air of command. So uniquely Jon. Without another thought, the fingers of your free hand found their way behind his head and into the cropped hair just above his collar. His eyes flashed upwards, not quite meeting yours, before dropping again. You suppressed a giggle.

Rule number 4. No touching while at work.

Work, meaning anything from starring in a global blockbuster to helping you with your jewelry. Just then, Tom and his entourage of assistants came through the door to inform you both it was time to leave.

Jon raises your intertwined hands to his lips and kisses your wrist before leading you to the door before pausing to allow tom to place a kiss on your cheek. As Tom pulled back, he gave you a million-dollar smile allowing you the first glimpse of the glimmer only Tom Cruise has in his eye. A direct contrast to Jon's almost stoic expression.

Jon, the disciplinarian perfectionist to Tom's impassioned wild child.

While Tom was the more physically affectionate one, it was the small things with Jon. A kiss just above the band of diamonds letting you know he knew exactly what you were doing.

Rule number 3 on the ever-lengthening list. Always wear something that shows just who you belong to.

You were led through the hotel and into a black SUV. All the while both Tom and Jon paid you compliment after compliment, almost as if they didn't choose your outfit for today.

An hour later, you finished your first photo op and were chatting with the other attendees of the star-studded event, your men nowhere in sight. You were in the midst of a conversation with another side actress when you noticed the group across the red carpet.

The conversation dropped off as you shifted focus to the cast of Elvis, and most importantly the leading man. You'd long been following the production and were more than excited to see him here. Tom had already scheduled a private viewing of the movie for you both in the coming weeks but you couldn't miss an opportunity to congratulate Austin himself on landing the role of a lifetime.

For the first time in months, you had someone's undivided attention, and Austin was both captivating and captivated. Your hands were held tightly in his as he drank in your compliments in the shy yet gracious way he was becoming known for. Bringing your hands to his chest, he returned the favor warmly. This exchange continued on, but it wasn't long before two sets of eyes began boring into you both. This didn't go unnoticed by Austin, who had several restless sets trained on him from his own cast already. With a soft smile, he leaned down slightly so you could hear him over the shouts of photographers.

"I'd love to talk more, but my manager's calling me and it seems like you're a much-desired woman," he said, glancing nervously over your shoulder. "Thank you so much for all the lovely words. I hope to see you later on." He finished with a slight wink before sauntering off into the crowd.

With that, you turned around sheepishly to meet the gazes of Tom and Jon. They both held a hand out to you before Jon stepped forward to meet you halfway. Tom was still smiling like always though there was a hint of challenge in his eyes. Meanwhile, Jon's borderline territorial expression was again replaced with the charmingly stoic mask he first put up at the hotel. As they led you back to the group without a word, you tried to push back a smile as their hands held onto you a bit tighter. Any agitation toward you was ignored on your part as you instead focused on having your men's undivided attention once more.

Untrained eyes would've never caught it. In fact, the hundreds of eyes trained on you three from behind telephoto lenses only saw a group of Hollywood costars promoting this year's biggest action flick. Yet you sensed it before your eyes even landed on him. The way his palm abandoned the small of your back only to find a home at the nape of your neck. The looks he and Tom share as the event continues around you. A shudder runs down your spine but your smile never falters.

Rule number 2. Always look good for the cameras. No amount of doe eyes and pleas of innocence would ward off the unholy sermon he's piecing together in that pretty head of his.

Soon enough their portion of the event was ending. The men said their goodbyes to the cast before all but dragging you to the car. Just like before, a silence fell between you three. The next 30 minutes occurred in reverse order of how your day began. It wasn't until the door closed behind the three of you that things changed.

In an instant, Jon's demeanor shifted drastically. You could practically feel the mixture of irritation and disappointment radiating off him. Grabbing you by the elbow, Jon ushered you to the bedroom while Tom looked on almost sympathetically before moving deeper into the suite.

Rule number 1. Unless your life depends on it, Never let another man touch you.

Tossing his jacket absentmindedly onto the bed, you sat like always, awaiting his lecture.

"You know how important this event was to Tom and I, yet you run off to what? Get another man's attention?" He scolded.

Your mouth opened and closed as your brain searched desperately for an answer. Before you could come up with one, he scoffed condescendingly and began speaking again.

"That was a rhetorical question, sweetheart. But let's see how our dumb little girl can answer a real one. What did you plan to accomplish? Huh? Was it the attention you crave so much?"

"Y-yes.." you answer as tears well up in your eyes. Just then Tom enters the room and sits in an armchair across from the bed.

"So, how about we remind her of what's expected?" Tom asks while sending you a daring look.

Jon nods and crosses the room. His hand grips your jaw firmly, forcing your eyes up to meet his. Under Jon's touch and with your feet dangling off the end of the bed, you truly feel pathetic.

"These rules are in place for a reason young lady, so unless you want your punishment to be even worse, I highly suggest you drop the innocent act and own up to your failures."

His words cause the tears welling in your eyes to fall in big dramatic drops. You never intended to break the rules Jon so lovingly put in place, yet your nativity led you to stumble. Now your mind was racing with all the possible punishments

Jon watches your reaction closely before smirking down at you.

"What a shame. The girl has disobeyed us so many times she knows what's coming before we even tell her." Jon says to Tom, almost as if you weren't in the room.

"That's deserving of punishment by itself, isn't it?" Tom sneers in response, leaning forward to place his forearms on his knees as both of their brazen eyes land on you.

"Damn right it is."

#t.cruise #j.hamm #shawni’s tag #actor x reader #tom cruise #tom cruise x reader #tom cruise fanfic #tom cruise imagine #jon hamm #jon hamm x reader #jon hamm imagine

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