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diazsdimples · 3 days

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"Are you fucking kidding me?" + Buddie

This is meant to be 5 sentences but it just won't be dkfdjs

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Eddie looks up, shocked at Buck's sudden and violent outburst. "Buck? What happened?" Buck slaps his hands on the kitchen counter and breathes deeply through his nose, his phone flung unceremoniously to the side, screen still light and showing the email he'd just been reading. He looks furious, nostrils flaring and face turning gradually redder as he tries - and fails - to contain his anger. "Fucking wedding venue pulled out last minute. Apparently they've had a "better offer" from some dickhead influencer" Buck seethes, his lip curling over his teeth as he speaks. Eddie hasn't seem him this angry since his parents accused him of making a political statement when he bought Tommy to Maddie and Chimney's wedding 4 years ago, and he was apoplectic then. Eddie's honestly a bit alarmed. "It's okay, baby, we'll find somewhere else," Eddie soothes, getting up of his chair and coming to stand behind Buck. He wraps his arms around his fiancé and rests his head on Buck's shoulder, rubbing gentle circles across his ribs. "Eddie, the wedding is in a month. There is no way we're going to find a venue on time, let alone one that's going to have enough space," Buck groans as he rubs at his temples. He's honest to god shaking in Eddie's arms, white hot with rage, or is it disappointment? Fear? Fear that Eddie is going to be angry with him because the venue of their dreams is no longer available? Eddie grabs Buck's hips and spins him around so they're face to face. There are tears welling in Buck's eyes and he swipes at them furiously, barely concealing a sniff as he does so. "We have the wedding at Bobby and Athena's house, they've offered it as an option. And I'll cut down the guest list, I have absolutely no desire to have long lost cousins, Tios and Tias there anyway. Just us and our chosen family. Our real family. That's all that matters, right?" Eddie brushes away a rogue tear that trails its way down Buck's cheek as Buck sighs and looks at the ground, forlorn and dejected. "But it's not what we had planned," he sniffs. "It was gonna be perfect!" Eddie gently takes Buck's chin and angles his face towards him, not letting Buck escape his eye contact. "Sweetheart, as long as you're by my side, that's all that's needed to make it perfect. You and me, together, for the rest of our lives, yeah?" Buck lets out a small, watery chuckle and rests his forehead against Eddie's, releasing a deep breath as Eddie strokes his thumb over Buck's cheekbone. "Yeah, you're right." Eddie leans forwards and captures Buck's lips in a soft, slow kiss. Bucks lips are salty with tears and Eddie can feel the wetness of his eyelashes brush his cheeks as they move in tandem with one another, always completely in sync and able to anticipate the other's move. "I can't wait to make you my husband," Buck breathes as they break apart, and he brushes his nose against Eddie's, the tiniest movement that has Eddie's heart tripping over itself all over again. "Me either, mi amor." He runs his hands down Buck's arms, soothing out the tension, and links their fingers together. "Come on," he says, gently tugging Buck towards the couch. "Lets go call Bobby and Athena. We've got a wedding to plan."

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little-pup-pip · 3 hours

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Giraffes!!

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gotchibam · 6 months

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Espurr ko-fi doodle for Kiwi!

I'm accepting pokemon ko-fi doodle requests here! ✨

#artists on tumblr #pokemon #espurr #ko-fi doodle #gotchibam arts #thank you sm for the request!! ;w; <3 #I hope you like it!!

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bethfuller · 2 years

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the clouds parted for an instant.

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#i had an absolute ball drawing this #anyway you all have to reblog it because im irish and the queen died so it's kinda my birthday #i hope you like it!!#art #ireland #illustration #illustrators on tumblr #artwork #clouds #fata morgana #mirage #cloud city #i might repost all my cloud city drawings together #digital art #artists on tumblr #radarplz

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nedseii · 7 months

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Your art is so beautiful! Not to get greedy but if you ever drew Bran let us know, I go with the interpretation that he was the most Tully looking of Ned and Cat's sons and he'd look great in your style given the way you draw Sansa.

Thank you Anon!! I have this Bran for you

#I hope you like it!!#asoiaf #bran stark #myart #ask

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anikymation · 7 months

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✧ lil dream and horror

@calcium-cat

#my art #undertale #calcium-cat #osd #i forgot i had this doodle laying around so i decided to finish it up hehe #i hope you like it!!#gift art #one small dream #horror sans #horror #cuties #uncle/dad sans #dream sans #babybones #💛🖤#<3333

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virescent-v · 3 months

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Reader gets pregnant but baby’s father isn’t the picture and Emily’s helping and supporting reader through out the pregnancy?

Oh Baby

Summary: A glimpse of your pregnancy, with the help of Emily.

A/n: Sorry this took so long! I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: none, this is all fluff! dont come for me about the name i couldnt think of anything else hehehe

Word count: 2.7K

You called her the second you realized your period was four weeks late. To be fair, you’ve never really had normal periods, so you hadn’t noticed at first.

She showed up at your door, bag from CVS in hand. She didn’t say anything, just took your hand and led you to the bathroom, thrusting the pregnancy test (or five) in your hands before closing the door.

You opened all of the boxes, followed the directions, and opened the door.

She was patiently waiting on the other side, arms across her chest, chewing on her lower lip.

“We’ll deal with whatever it says, however you want.”

You could feel your eyes starting to tear up, your lower lip wobbling with the influx of emotion.

Emily just held her arms out and you made your way to her, letting her gather you up in a forceful hug, as if she knew she was the only thing keeping you together right now. She rubbed soothing circles on your back, letting you take the time you needed.

As you pulled away from her, she pushed your hair from your face. “You ready?”

You managed a meek, “As I’ll ever be,” before leading her by the hand into the bathroom. You slid one of the tests over to her, grabbing a different one in your free hand. “Together?”

Emily smiled a little at you, “Together.”

You each flipped over the tests.

***

She took off work for the first appointment, told her team to not call her under any circumstances until the appointment was over. She made sure to pick you up, drive you, and she even filled out the paperwork for you because your hands were too sweaty to hold the pen.

When the nurse called you back, you made sure to grab Emily’s hand, dragging her along with you. She sat on the stool right next to the exam table, holding your hand the entire time.

As the doctor put the ultrasound jelly on your stomach, you felt Emily lean a little closer to you, trying to see the monitor better even though she had no idea what she was looking at.

A small little sac with an even smaller blob in the middle of it.

A baby.

You heard Emily take in a little breath, her hand squeezing yours a little tighter. You made eye contact with her, smiling at the barely hidden joy on her face. Emily’s always been really great with kids and you knew that she was going to be amazing with your little one.

“Do you want to hear the heartbeat?” The doctor asked.

You glanced quickly at Emily, a resounding ‘yes’ leaving your lips. A flick of the machine, a quick readjusting of the machine, and soon enough there was a rapid, static-like pulse emanating from the speakers.

“Everything with the baby looks great,” the doctor said. “Do you want some printouts of the ultrasound?”

“Absolutely,” you said.

As you sat in the car on the way back to your apartment, you were looking at the ultrasound, each of the six frames looking like the same blob to you. With a quick decision, you tore it in half, leaving three frames on each side.

When Emily parked, you handed her one half. “For you.”

You watched as she reverently held the pictures, her finger rubbing gently across the middle frame. “I can’t wait to meet them,” she whispered.

You smiled. You couldn’t wait for her to meet them either.

***

At this point, you were well acquainted with the inside of your toilet bowl. The morning sickness had hit you swift and hard and out of nowhere.

You were hardly able to keep food down, the smells of most things sending you running for the toilet. Your cravings hit you just as swift, but changed quicker than you could accommodate them.

Thankfully, your boss let you work from home most of the week. You couldn’t imagine having to deal with this while in the office.

Emily made sure to text you consistently every day, as much as her work day would allow for it. Currently, she was out of state, dealing with some psycho in Florida (go figure).

Emily: How’s today? Still puking your guts up?

You: Tell your soon to be bestie to calm down! Their mother actually needs to work to be able to afford them and she can’t when she’s constantly staring at the inside of her toilet.

Emily: Put your phone up to your belly.

Emily: Hi, little one! Auntie Em here. RELAX. Your mom is throwing a fit and needs to work!

You: You’re insane.

You: Thank you.

Emily: 🙂Did it work?

You: Ugh, yes, sort of. I’m drinking some water and ginger ale and munching on some crackers.

Emily: I should be back tonight. Dinner?

You: Yes, I miss you! We can decide when you get here?

Emily: See you two soon!

***

Second trimester brought nothing but constant weird cravings. Your pantry and fridge were overflowing with foods you’d probably never eat because it sounded good one second, but you ended up being disgusted by it the next.

It was around midnight on a random Wednesday when you woke up starving and craving mint chocolate chip icecream and pickles. You padded your way down to your kitchen, tying the tie of your robe around you, before frowning at the lack of both in your refrigerator.

Chewing on your thumb nail, blankly staring at the light emanating from within your fridge, you heard your phone buzz on the counter behind you. Sighing, closing the door dejectedly, you snatched your phone up, smiling at the text from Emily.

Emily: I just got back from the case in Wisconsin. You up?

You: I am. Cravings hit hard for choco chip mint icecream and pickles and I have neither. I might go to the store. :(

Emily: Absolutely not. I’ll grab it and be right over. Your place is closer than mine and I’m beat.

You shook your head, not arguing with her. Emily has been a lifesaver during your pregnancy, helping you as much as she can. She’s taken you to most of your appointments, helped you shop for (and build) some nursery furniture, and she’s bought the baby more clothes and toys than you have.

The opening of your front door jolted you from your thoughts.

“I come bearing gifts!” Emily said, walking into the low lit kitchen with a few bags.

You stared incredulously, “Em! I wanted icecream and pickles! What is all of this?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “I was hungry, too. And everything just looked so good. So I bought it,” she said, as she slid your icecream and pickles across the counter before emptying the bags.

You rolled your eyes. You were going to have so much food go bad on you. Opening both the chocolate mint icecream and pickles, you smiled, a happy little dance making your body wiggle.

Emily grabbed her own icecream, coming back to the island with two bowls and spoons. However, she watched in horror as you took one of the dill pickles and dipped it into the icecream and scooped some of it before shoving both in your mouth.

You hummed happily, the saltiness of the pickle and the sweetness of the icecream hitting your craving exactly how you imagined it would.

Glancing up, you almost choked and laughed at the look on Emily’s face. “Don’t say anything. Baby is wreaking havoc on my taste buds. Talk to them about it when they’re older. It’s their fault.”

Emily furiously blinked a few times before taking a deep breath and ignoring the teasing remark she had.

As she opened her chocolate icecream, you shrieked, covering your full mouth before rushing around the counter towards Emily.

“What?! What’s wrong?” She said, throwing her spoon down, thinking something was wrong.

You continued chewing, shaking your head, grabbing her hand and placing it on your stomach.

Emily’s eyes caught yours as she felt the baby move and kick. “Is that…?”

“Mhm,” you said, tears gathering in your eyes.

Emily knelt down to the ground, her face inches from your stomach. She was gazing at it with awe, rubbing small circles over the spot the baby had just kicked. “Hi, baby. I can’t wait to meet you,” she whispered.

At this moment, you’ve never been happier.

***

The third trimester flew by. The nursery was done, with the help of Emily and her coworkers. How she managed to get Derek, Rossi, and Hotch to paint the nursery and build the rest of the furniture in one day you will never know, but you were incredibly thankful. It was one less thing you had to worry about.

You had a hospital bag packed and ready in your car because the baby could come at any moment.

Sniffling, you were trying to hide your disappointment as you talked to Emily on the phone. “It’s okay, Em. Work is important. Go. We’ll be here when you get back. They just might be outside of me when you do,” you wetly chuckled. You were hoping she could be there when the baby was born, but you understood her job sporadically called her away.

There was a long pause. “You and this baby are more important than any job I’ll ever have. Do you understand that?”

You took a deep breath in, catching the undertone of what she was saying.

You and Emily had been toeing around each other for the past few weeks. Every moment felt charged and on the precipice of something more. Neither one of you ever brought it up, just allowed it to happen. You knew you were close to finally admitting to each other how you felt, but something was holding both of you back.

“I know,” you whispered.

Another long, tense silence.

A deep sigh. “Try to keep them in there until I get back, okay?”

“You got it, boss,” you said, still trying to hold back all of the emotions bubbling up inside you. “Stay safe and come home to us.”

You heard Emily suck in a breath. “I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

There was a click from her hanging up, and you rubbed your belly absentmindedly. Home. Emily was home.

***

Your relationship with Emily came to head one scary night when you thought you were going into early labor. The contractions felt real – real for someone who has never felt real contractions before.

Emily came over, rushed you to the hospital, and stuck with you the whole night just for the doctor to tell you it was false labor and to take it easy over the next few weeks until the baby finally made their appearance.

She took you back home, well after midnight, both of you exhausted from the whole ordeal. You both settled into your bed, still a little hyped up from the adrenaline of a possible delivery.

“I was a little scared, but also excited to meet them,” Emily whispered in the dark of your room.

“Me, too. It’s still too early for them. They need to cook a little longer,” you giggled.

You felt the bed shake slightly from Emily’s muffled laughter. “Don’t talk about my bestie like that! They aren’t a chicken that needs more time in the oven!”

You laughed loudly. “I know they’re not a chicken, Em! They’re our kid, so I get it that they’re impatient, but they need to walk until it’s safe to come out!”

It took you a few seconds to realize what you said. There was a tense silence from the other side of the bed. “Our kid?”

You licked your lips, your hands fiddling on your stomach. Clearing your throat a bit, you sighed. “Yes, okay, our kid, Emily. You’ve been here since the beginning. And we both know our relationship has changed, is changing.” You turned your head, trying to seek her eyes out in the dark. “I’m tired of not admitting how I know we both feel.”

You turned over, your enlarged stomach making it a bit of a harder task than normal. “You were here when I took the test, you take me to most of my appointments, you’ve built the nursery. Hell, Em, I’ve caught you talking to them when you think I’m asleep about all of the things you’re going to teach them, how you’re going to protect them, and threaten any future boyfriends or girlfriends!”

You scooched closer to her, your hand coming up to play with her hair. You were pretty sure her eyes were shining with tears, but with how dark it was in the room, you couldn’t be sure. “I love you, Emily Prentiss. Wanna raise a baby with me?”

Emily sniffled and laughed loudly, her voice gravelly from all of the different emotions the night was causing her. She brought her face closer to yours, rubbing her nose gently across yours. Another quiet sniffle. Her lips briefly met yours. “I love you, too. Let's raise a baby.”

***

Frantically, you tried to put on fresh clothes. The maternity jeans you were wearing having been soaked because your water finally broke.

Shoving your shoes into some sandals, not caring if it looked silly with socks, you shakily pressed familiar numbers on your phone, waiting for her to pick up.

On the second ring, a rushed, “Hey, what’s up?”

“Em,” you panted, rushing down the steps. “It’s time.”

“What?” There was a second pause. “OH. Okay, okay. Stay there, I’m coming to get you.”

“Okay, please hurry. These contractions are no joke,” you tried to laugh as another one took over. Through gritted teeth you mumbled, “Use the sirens.”

Emily was at your place in less than ten minutes, lights flashing. You were at the nearby hospital in less than twenty, the contractions coming every couple of minutes.

Emily helped walk you inside and get you checked in. In a flurry of minutes, you were undressed, in a hospital gown, and in your own room.

As you were being assessed, Emily had stepped out of the room to make all of the calls to let your family and her team know what was happening.

“Alright,” the doctor said. “Baby should be making their way into the world shortly. For now, we’re going to monitor both you and baby and get everything prepped.”

Another, stronger wave of contractions hit as Emily came back into the room. She immediately rushed over, grabbing your hand and letting you squeeze the shit out of it.

Over the next few hours, Emily stayed by your side, only leaving to get cold washcloths to wipe the sweat from your face, or to update everyone.

With the contractions coming closer and closer apart, the doctor came in, gowned up. “Alright, mom. It’s time! Let’s meet this baby!”

Emily got closer to you, continuing to hold your hand, her other brushing your hair out of your face. “You’ve got this, I’m right here.”

You took a deep breath, gritted your teeth, and started pushing.

***

What felt like hours later, many pushes, and a few inventive curses, an abrupt cry filled the delivery room.

“Congrats, moms! It’s a girl!”

You and Emily caught each other's eyes, not daring to correct the doctor. As the baby was checked, Emily wiped the sweat from your face, admiration shining in her eyes. “You did it. She’s here. I’m so proud of you.”

A nurse brought over the clean little blanketed baby, smiling as she handed her to you. “What’s her name?”

As you gazed down at the round, cute face of your newborn, you took a deep breath as her name came to you. You rubbed your finger across her chubby little cheek, getting a little misty eyed.

You looked up at Emily, watching as her eyes held so much love for your daughter, for you. Your little family.

“Charlotte Emilia. We’re hyphenating her last name.”

Emily’s eyes widened a little. She swallowed a little thickly before whispering, “You sure?”

You took her hand in yours, smiling at her. “I can’t imagine naming her after anyone else. She’s just as much yours as she is mine, Em.”

You brought your hand up, wiping an errant tear from Emily’s cheek. Rubbing the skin there, you smiled brightly. You trailed your hand behind her neck, dragging her face towards you. “I love my family, Em,” you said, before kissing her. “Wanna hold your daughter?”

Emily’s smile was the brightest thing you’ve ever seen.

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss fanfic #virescent v fanfic #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss fanfiction #no use of y/n #if there are any pregnancy inaccuracies dont blame me i dont have kids and dont want them lol #i hope you like it!!#im also working on my other reqs but pls be patient im slow lol

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glowonu · 1 year

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I'm a Swimming Fool

wonwoo x gn reader

wc: 2.1k

themes: vague college!au, best friends to lovers

warnings: food mention, overuse of the word cute, wonwoo is down BAD

requested by the lovely @bethe-flower !! sorry that it took forever lol i got a bit carried away oops <3

“Yo Won! Look at these little guys!” You whisper loudly, trying not to be disruptive, but also trying to get your best friend’s attention.

Wonwoo looks at you fondly, the blue of the aquarium tank reflecting in your eyes as they widen and sparkle as you excitedly observe the mini jellyfish floating around in the large tank. Your nose is almost touching the glass of the tank, and your hands are clasped in front of you. You almost look like you’re going to fall over, the way you’re leaning forward as you bounce on the balls of your feet. He grins and snaps a secret photo of you, and it seems that he must have been taking too long to respond. “Won!” You say, a little louder now, wiggling one of your legs impatiently despite the excited grin on your face.

He chuckles and walks over close to you, leaning over your shoulder. “Oh? Do you know what they are?” He asks, ever the nerd, curious and probably wanting their latin name.

You look up at him, eyes wide, a finger peeking out the sleeve of your hoodie to point at the jellies, “They’re friends…”

Wonwoo snorts and pats your head, not unkindly. “Yeah yeah, you always say that,” he says, before walking over to the wall to read the little blurb about the jellyfish, trying to ignore how his brain is running 100 thoughts a second about how cute you are.

“If you’re not careful they’ll replace your spot as my best friend,” You mutter under your breath, grabbing your phone out to take some pictures of the tank in front of you.

Wonwoo scoffs, “That's rich coming from the one who eats seafood.” The smile on his face betrays the tone of his voice.

You turn your head towards him, and if looks could kill, well, Jeon Wonwoo would be happy to die if it meant your eyes were on him. "Having a food intolerance does not give you a moral high ground, Wonwoo," you say. "Besides, I doubt the jellyfish would even want to be friends with you, you big meanie." You punctuate the end of your sentence by sticking out your tongue at him.

He rolls his eyes fondly and grabs your arm, “C’mon, I wanna go see the sharks, you can put your honours research into good use and tell me all about them,”

“Dude,” You grin, following him to the next section of the aquarium. “I’m not studying this stuff just to be your museum guide.”

Wonwoo’s response dies on the tip of his tongue as you enter the next room, the large overhead tanks teeming with sharks, stingrays, and other sea life. His mouth falls slightly open as he takes it all in. You giggle, watching him, familiar with this response; the way he goes all quiet and observant whenever he sees something he’s interested in. Despite having been to this aquarium before, he looks on in quiet wonder.

Nudging his side, you get him to move forward. “C’mon, we’re gonna block up the entryway,” He nods, pulling out his camera to start taking photos of the large fish.

As you walk through the large exhibit, Wonwoo drinks up all the information you give him. From shark facts, to environmental policy, he listens, content and keen to learn.

Suddenly, Wonwoo points towards a shark on a section of coral and rock on the floor of the tank. “What’s that?” he asks, in that deep but curious tone that he always seems to use when anything piques his interest.

You look at the small spotted shark and let out a laugh, “That’s a catshark.” You look up at him with amusement, “Of course that would catch your attention the most Jeon,”

Wonwoo looks bashful, a hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck. “It's cute,” he says, justifying his attention.

“Okay catboy, go take some photos of it and then let's go to the turtles,” Your teasing tone may not fail to give away the affection you feel for the dork standing in front of you, but if he looked your way he would see it written all over your face.

___

“I wanna get a jellyfish one! Or… maybe a turtle,” You think aloud while Wonwoo hums as the both of you look at the vast range of plush toys in the aquarium gift shop. “We could get matching jelly-” You start, turning towards Wonwoo, “Oh,”

Wonwoo’s face heats up as he stares back at you, holding two catshark plushies that he pulled out of the massive bin of soft toys underneath the shelves you had been looking at. “Or we could get one of these?” He offers tentatively.

Your face softens into a sweet smile. “Okay, let's do it, but let me find a jellyfish keyring too!”

Wonwoo smiles back at you before heading to the back of the line for the register. As he does so, the young girl in front of him taps him on the knee.

“Mister,” She starts, timidly, her grandparent smiling encouragingly from just behind her. “I just wanted to say.. You and your partner are very cute,”

Wonwoo’s face burns red, he nods and smiles awkwardly at the girl before she runs back to her grandparent. He fiddles with the tags on the soft toys before you appear next to him.

“I found the keyrings!” You exclaim, smiling brightly at Wonwoo. “They were surprisingly hard to find..” You murmur as you shake the small jellyfish trinkets, watching the glitter move around in the middle of the keyring.

Wonwoo hopes his blush has settled as he smiles only slightly awkwardly back at you. “Did you get one for me?” He asks, taking a step forward in the line.

“Of course!” The keychains clink in your hand as you reply.

Wonwoo smiles at you before looking forward. His mind is running a hundred miles per hour; is it weird that he’s not talking? Is it awkward? Should he say something? Do the both of you really look like a couple? Would you hate it if you both did?

“Thanks, Next!” The younger looking student at the counter snaps him back into reality, hands up, ready to take and scan the items. He pops the plushies onto the counter, and you wait patiently behind him. You place your head on his shoulder as he pays and his cheeks heat up at the contact.

He doesn’t understand why all of this is affecting him now - his friends have never failed to give him crap about this before. Apparently all it takes is a little girl, a stranger, to compliment him on his chemistry with you and his whole world falls apart. He pays for the plushies and moves to the side so you can buy the keyrings.

“Earth to Wonwoo!” You call out to him once you’re done paying. “What's going on in that head of yours?”

He grins at you sheepishly, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” before linking his arm with yours in a way that he hopes is not awkward and not Too Much.

You roll your eyes, “Come on, lets go get some lunch, I was thinking of going to get malatang,”

“Lead the way,” He chuckles as you drag him out of the giftshop, bumping your head against him.

___

You’re sat opposite him after ordering, the hotpot restaurant relatively quiet for a friday. “Where are you gonna put your keychain?” you ask, pulling the trinkets out of the paper bag and placing them on the table between you.

He raises an eyebrow at you, “On my keys?” He says, picking up one of them and gently taking the price tag off of it. “Are you not?”

You roll your eyes, “Fair enough I guess.” You pull out your card wallet from your tote bag. Wonwoo looks on affectionately as he realises that it's the wallet he got you in your first year of uni, when he, a year ahead of you, had gone abroad and brought back a collection of souvenirs for you. He notes the wear and tear on the corners and the cute sticker on the back of it as you hook the key ring onto the eyelet of the wallet.

“Look! How cute does it look? So much better than just on my keys right?” You hold up the wallet proudly, shaking it slightly so that the key ring shakes. He fondly notices how the glitter in the trinket matches the chipped gel on your fingernails.

Pouting slightly with one eyebrow raised, he replies; “You think I’m lame for having it on my keys?”

You let out a laugh and a snort, “Wonwoo, you are so lame wherever you put it.”

“Hey!” He cries indignantly, fighting the smile off of his face. “ Fine, I won’t put it anywhere then.”

The smile drops off of your face, “No!” You whine, “Give me your camera bag, it’ll be cute on there,”

He acquiesces silently, handing his little point and shoot camera bag over for you to fiddle with. Your tongue sticks out as you focus, looking for a place secure enough to put the keychain onto. Happy with the little strap on the side of the bag, you clip the keychain on.

Wonwoo watches on adoringly as you happily place the camera bag down on the table next to your wallet. Satisfied with the placement of both of the keyrings, you pull your phone out to take photos of them together, ready to upload to your instagram story. From the glittery shark stickers and the Sana photocard on the back of your phone to the way you bite your lip in excitement over even the littlest of things, Wonwoo can’t get over you or himself.

“Have I always been down this bad for you?”

Suddenly you’re looking up at him, eyes blown out big and wide as you stare at him, mouth dropped open. “Wh-What did you just say?”

Out of the blue, the waiter appears with two large bowls of steaming malatang, “Wonwoo?” He asks.

Wonwoo nods, lips pressed together tightly, hoping and wishing that this is enough distraction for you to forget what he unknowingly said aloud. He knows he’s wishing in vain. “Y/n?” The waiter continues.

“Uh yep! Thank you so much! It looks so good!” You say, breathily, fiddling with the napkin and chopsticks next to the bowl.

“It really does,” Wonwoo murmurs after the waiter has left. He mixes in the coriander and spring onion garnish on the top as he wills his ears and cheeks to cool.

“Don’t you dare pretend what you just said didn’t happen, Wonwoo.” He looks up to see you staring at him intently. “Were you serious?” You ask, your voice now soft and vulnerable.

“Of course,” he replies, just as softly. “How could I not be? You’re my best friend, my biggest support, and,” he chuckles, shaking his head before he looks back at you, “I don’t think there is anyone in the entire world as sweet as you, no matter how much you pay me out for everything I do.”

“Oh,” you breathe out, a smile creeping shyly onto your face.

“Y/n, I can’t imagine not having you by my side.” His hand reaches out tentatively to yours, stopping you from fiddling with the napkin nervously. “And I am hoping so much for the chance that you feel, at least a little bit the same way… and that I’m not just making a complete fool of myself.”

Wonwoo’s breath catches as he sees the shyness in your eyes, and how your lip is caught in between your teeth in excitement. “Won, you are such a nerd, of course I feel the same.” You giggle and take his hand. “And, for the record, you’re always making a fool of yourself,”

“Hey!” He pouts before a smile breaks out on his face. You grin back at him, and let his hand go, not without a good squeeze. This time, he smiles back freely, the affection written in bold across his face, before he grabs his chopsticks and digs in.

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Later that night, after the both of you finish up with the rest of the plans you had for the day and after he had driven you home, Wonwoo lays on his bed, catshark plushie squished snug against his chest. He scrolls through instagram absentmindedly before he gets a new notification.

Instagram

>> @/jellyyn tagged you in their story

Wonwoo taps on the notification and smiles softly as the photo of your matching keyrings covers his screen. His grin widens as he sees the caption and the cute heart stickers that you’ve added to the post.

matching jellies for the boyfie and i <33

He snorts as he reads the even smaller text underneath;

promoted him to boyfriend so the jellyfish could replace him as my new best friend hehe 🤍

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rosamundpkes · 1 year

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HELLA’S 5K CELEBRATION ⤷ 💖 + reddish pink? for @dunhamsolivia

There is no scientific explanation. But I have a theory based on a uniquely human principle. I believe you could not be fully erased because the people who care about you would not let you go. And you... would not let them go. I believe you call it 'love'. And Olivia? She is your Olivia.

#omgari #fringeedit #scifiedit #tvedit #gifs*#5k celebration #fringe #polivia #peter x olivia #userk8 #usertreena #userveronika #underbetelgeuse #userrainbow #tuserkay #userchristie #userhannah #userleah #i hope you like it!!

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gomzdrawfr · 4 months

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drew ya boi Moose @cod-dump and the lil bf on the side hehe

check out their oc here under the tags #shadow company moose

#imagine the audio #oh you're such a handsome young man can you give us a big smile?#Moose *smiles awkwardly*#everyone else(roach especially) O///O #gummmyart #doodle #I hope you like it!!#shadow company moose #other people’s oc #cod oc #cod oc art

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little-pup-pip · 2 months

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Could you please make a gender-neutral Rex (from paw patrol) moodboard? The colours green and blue would go great! And a pacifier maybe with Dino themed deco? If that's okay! And could you add at least a picture of rex? He's my fav character!!! Thank you so much :3 <3

Definitely!!

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gotchibam · 1 year

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Shiny Typhlosion & Shiny Hisuian Typhlosion late ko-fi doodle for deathofglitter!

#artists on tumblr #pokemon #typhlosion #hisuian typhlosion #very very late but it's finally done ;w;#I hope you like it!!#really tempted to put the neck flames but I wanted them to be soft so. yeah. ;w;

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leulahart · 3 months

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your everlark art is so cute! per your last post, here's a request: would you consider….modern au, famous singer katniss? maybe the Mockingjay being her stage name

I typically don't read any type of modern au's but this was fun!! A variety of outfits because I couldn't for the life of me figure out what kind of music she would make

#i really liked making this and laying it out #still kinda messy but i didnt want to get hung up on it #i hope you like it!!#katniss everdeen art #katniss everdeen #thg #my art #mine #artists on tumblr #modern au #thg au #thg art #the hunger games fanart #answered #request #its times like this where having a reference who is in fact a singer comes in clutch

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sailor-aviator · 7 months

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Alright, alright! @tgmreader requested I write them a little Jake drabble for my 100 followers celebration!!

Summary: You met Jake in a park. You liked to read, and he liked to jog past and watch you read. You two start meeting outside of the park, and he eventually invites you to hang out at The Hard Deck.

You weren't sure what you were expecting really. You had been sitting in a remote area of the park, looking for some peace and quiet in order to read your book, and you had been granted it save for the occasional jogger who passed you. It wasn't long before you realized the same handsome blond kept jogging past you, and the park was big enough that you knew he was doing it on purpose. The tenth time he jogged past you, you glanced up from your book to see his eyes already on you. You arched an eyebrow at him, and his lips twitched into a smile, feet slowing to a stop before you.

"Can I help you?" you asked, holding back a smile.

"Just enjoying the view," he grinned, stretching his arm out.

You snorted. "Has that line ever worked?"

"Once," he admits with a laugh. "I'm Jake."

"Hi, Jake," you said, smiling coyly up at him. Jake waits for you to give him your name, and when you don't, his smile turns into a small frown.

"You gonna tell me what I should call you, pretty girl?" he asked with a nervous laugh.

"Hm," you hummed, pretending to think. You stood up with a cheery expression. "Nope!"

"Ah, come'on darlin'," he smiled at you again. "What's it gonna take for you to give me your name?"

"Guess we'll have to wait and see," you chuckled, walking past him and towards the exit of the park.

You didn't often go out with your friends for drinks, so you weren't sure why you agreed to this time. They had dragged you to a place called "The Hard Deck" for some "summer fun with the sailors" as they had put it. You had rolled your eyes, but complied nonetheless. So, imagine your surprise when you caught sight of a familiar head of golden hair from your perch at the bar.

Jake walked through the crowd as if he owned the place, and you found yourself feeling surprised at the sight of him in his khakis. It was a good look on him. You couldn't hear him over the crowd, but you did see the looks and eye rolls his companions would give him any time he opened his mouth. It wasn't long before he caught you staring.

Eyes lit up in quiet surprise, his expression quickly shifted into one of mirth. Passing his pool cue over to one of the men on his right, he made a beeline towards where you sat at the bar.

"Well, hey there, sweetheart," he drawled, leaning against the bar and smiling down at you. "Fancy seeing you here. How'd you end up in a place like this?"

"I came out with some friends," you smirked, taking a sip from your bottle. Jake watched as you wrapped your lips around the rim, swallowing thickly. "You didn't say you were in the Navy."

"Well," he smirked, "you didn't really give me much of a chance to say anything, did ya?"

"I suppose not," you concede with a dip of your head. You glance up at him through your eyelashes, a smile slowly making its way onto your lips. Jake returns it, leaning in closer.

"So, about that name."

#sailor aviator's 100 follower celebration #jake hangman seresin #top gun maverick #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #drabble #i hope you like it!!

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