#I'm still not happy so I don't celebrate in any way I'm just glad I found some precentage of peace away from my dreams

[withered-rose-unbreakable-lotus]

I think visual kei is the longest obsession I’ve ever had. It took me 11 years to finally be chill about it. xD I’ve reached a point that I don’t care much about the scene, never seeing them live, missing releases like...this year I’ve managed to slowly detach.

Ever since I was a little girl, my favorite musicians were my life. They gave me a voice, a purpose and a dream. I wasn’t a casual listener, I was the kind of girl who needed to see them as much as possible, listen to music like 6 hours a day, if not more, my walls were always full of pictures of them, I always talked about them...they were my life. And even after getting into visual kei, I didn’t drop any of my previous favorites, I just wasn’t as focused on them as before. With previous artists I felt my enthusiasm was fullfilling and healthy, an energy boost, an inspiration, a place where I felt understood. It was sth I loved, people I loved etc. (and if you are one of those who think you have to know sb very well to love them, get the fuck out of my blog, I know what I felt and if a person can hate sb at first sight, they can love at first sight too. Yes maybe what I loved was 90% illusion, but I believe 10% was actually real cause, no matter how much a person likes to appear perfect and always friendly etc, cracks will always be there). Anyway visual kei felt like more than that to the point I really thought it was destiny to actually work with them (cause I’ve always wanted to work with my favorite artists, I just switched from wanting to go to the USA to Japan after a while being a fan). And you know what, it was fun as long as it lasted. It took me out of the dark, pulled blades away from my wrists, it kept me sane, lead to writing 2 and a half books, it lead to finally getting my hands on photoshop and honestly becoming a better person. But yeah those things aside, I realized that the goal-part was another lie I built to feel I belonged. In reality, it was another lesson in life which, once I got it, it had to go.

I’m closing 30 and I have not much passion for art or music anymore. It was painful forcing myself understand my dreams were silly, but the peace I feel now makes me think I finally made it. I can now look at their photos of the past with nostalgia and not feeling like I failed, cause it was never for me in the first place. I kept seeing people travelling there and being able to see them and, some even got chances to work with them, so I wondered wtf I was doing wrong. It was eating me alive and I desperately wanted sth to work but well...it’s all gone now. ^^

Currently I don’t have any goals but I know some old stuff came back. As a child, besides trying every artform I could get my hands on while listening to music, I also played a lot of games. We had 3 drawers and 1 cupboard full of videogames at home and I feel like I am slowly getting back to that. I limit myself only to genshin now, for sure, but I watch more playthroughs again of games I don’t have and maybe soon I will try getting a console to try more stuff, who knows. I also started watching anime again, which I had stopped for a few years.

Oh well, regardless of what the future holds, I am thankful to all those people who dared chase their dreams and inspired me do the same, my lovely musicians, even if I eventually got nowhere, and I will keep listening to their songs from time to time. And posting their pics cause nostalgia. My only complaint is that I spent the past 10 years of my life being upset that I lived in a house that didn’t allow me have posters on my walls (fucking humidity and mold ye see) and now that I can and my room is healthier, I have nobody I want on my walls. xD I will fill it with Genshin and anime characters xD.

#I'm still not happy so I don't celebrate in any way I'm just glad I found some precentage of peace away from my dreams #and stopped believing silly things #i still think people can achieve everything they want #but it does take work #and after 11 years I personally am done with that work cause apparently it wasn't enough #and that's ok #you can always find a new goal to go after #and choose how many obstacles you are willing to destroy to get to it #some people have more courage than others and patience #whether you have them or not though #finding your place in the world isn't easy #but you can't give up #there is sth out there that will either complete you or will be enough to make you feel glad you're alive #i suppose that's a goal i can have now #to find sth that can bring me happiness and like soon #cause I sure as hell won't fight for another decade for anything that excites me #if it is to bring me happiness for real it better be less than 6 years' work

[inkskinned]

you're grabbing lunch with a nice man and he gives you that strange grimace-smile that's popular right now; an almost sardonic "twist" of his mouth while he looks literally down on you. it looks like he practiced the move as he leans back, arms folded. he just finished reciting the details of NFTs to you and explaining Oppenheimer even though he only watched a youtube about it and hasn't actually seen it. you are at the bottom of your wine glass.

you ask the man across from you if he has siblings, desperately looking for a topic. literally anything else.

he says i don't like small talk. and then he smiles again, watching you.

a few years ago, you probably would have said you're above celebrity gossip, but honestly, you've been kind of enjoying the dumb shit of it these days. with the rest of the earth burning, there's something familiar and banal about dragging ariana grande through the mud. you think about jeanette mccurdy, who has often times gently warned the world she's not as nice as she appears. you liked i'm glad my mom died but it made you cry a lot.

he doesn't like small talk, figure out something to say.

you want to talk about responsibility, and how ariana grande is only like 6 days older than you are - which means she just turned 30 and still dresses and acts like a 13 year old, but like sexy. there's something in there about the whole thing - about insecurity, and never growing up, and being sexualized from a young age.

people have been saying that gay people are groomers. like, that's something that's come back into the public. you have even said yourself that it's just ... easier to date men sometimes. you would identify as whatever the opposite of "heteroflexible" is, but here you are again, across from a man. you like every woman, and 3 people on tv. and not this guy. but you're trying. your mother is worried about you. she thinks it's not okay you're single. and honestly this guy was better before you met, back when you were just texting.

wait, shit. are you doing the same thing as ariana grande? are you looking for male validation in order to appease some internalized promise of heteronormativity? do you conform to the idea that your happiness must result in heterosexuality? do you believe that you can resolve your internal loneliness by being accepted into the patriarchy? is there a reason dating men is easier? why are you so scared of fucking it up with women? why don't you reach out to more of them? you have a good sense of humor and a big ol' brain, you could have done a better job at online dating.

also. jesus christ. why can't you just get a drink with somebody without your internal feminism meter pinging. although - in your favor (and judgement aside) in the case of your ariana grande deposition: you have been in enough therapy you probably wouldn't date anyone who had just broken up with their wife of many years (and who has a young child). you'd be like - maybe take some personal time before you begin this journey. like, grande has been on broadway, you'd think she would have heard of the plot of hamlet.

he leans forward and taps two fingers to the table. "i'm not, like an andrew tate guy," he's saying, "but i do think partnership is about two people knowing their place. i like order."

you knew it was going to be hard. being non-straight in any particular way is like, always hard. these days you kind of like answering the question what's your sexuality? with a shrug and a smile - it's fine - is your most common response. like they asked you how your life is going and not to reveal your identity. you like not being straight. you like kissing girls. some days you know you're into men, and sometimes you're sitting across from a man, and you're thinking about the power of compulsory heterosexuality. are you into men, or are you just into the safety that comes from being seen with them? after all, everyone knows you're failing in life unless you have a husband. it almost feels like a gradebook - people see "straight married" as being "all A's", and anything else even vaguely noncompliant as being ... like you dropped out of the school system. you cannot just ignore years of that kind of conditioning, of course you like attention from men.

"so let's talk boundaries." he orders more wine for you, gesturing with one hand like he's rousing an orchestra. sir, this is a fucking chain restaurant. "I am not gonna date someone who still has male friends. also, i don't care about your little friends, i care about me. whatever stupid girls night things - those are lower priority. if i want you there, you're there."

he wasn't like this over text, right? you wouldn't have been even in the building if he was like this. you squint at him. in another version of yourself, you'd be running. you'd just get up and go. that's what happens on the internet - people get annoyed, and they just leave. you are locked in place, almost frozen. you need to go to the bathroom and text someone to call you so you have an excuse, like it's rude to just-leave. like he already kind of owns you. rudeness implies a power paradigm, though. see, even your social anxiety allows the patriarchy to get to you.

you take a sip of the new glass of wine. maybe this will be a funny story. maybe you can write about it on your blog. maybe you can meet ariana grande and ask her if she just maybe needs to take some time to sit and think about her happiness and how she measures her own success.

is this settling down? is this all that's left in your dating pool? just accepting that someone will eventually love you, and you have to stop being picky about who "makes" you a wife?

you look down to your hand, clutching the knife.

#writeblr #this is a mashup of like 3 dates i accidentally went on lol #by that i mean that i was out with a woman on a date in 2 of these situations #and a man just. joined us. and we were too awkward to say anything while he tried to ''date'' me #& one was a longterm friend that i was like. you what???? #like he's nice he's a doctor and my mom was SO happy she was like raquel think about it #''it's a perfect love story you grew up together and reconnected as adults and like the same things and he's friends with ur brother #and his sister is one of ur close friends!!!'' #yes but alas. he is a boy . she only likes girls. can i make it any more obvious #anyway im tryna write about like the force of male attention being actually incredibly ingrained to women like we are SUPPOSED to like it #it's seen as the only important thing #even if ur gay #and it's a nuanced thing idk #and while rn i i.d. as lesbian #like .... it wouldn't be UNTRUE to say i am probably like ''cusp bisexual'' bc i CAN experience attraction to men bc like . #sexuality is fluid... #don't tell straight ppl tho bc they do not understand the concept that ppl don't necessarily need a solid everlasting label #they're like GET in the BOX #if ur gay & in boston i'm 30 and pretty please come kiss me. #(i usually only date older ppl sorry in advance tho)

[russellsppttemplates]

Did you lose her? (Lando Norris)

Maybe it was never a change of heart

Note: english is not my first language. It's angsty with a happy ending, and it's also the first piece that's I've written that's based of a song, Stick Season by Noah Kahan. I hope I did it well enough! 🫶 also, it has smut, and if you have followed me for long enough, you know I don't usually do it, but I think it's these AUS pics 😮‍💨😌🥵

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Cw: curse words, previous break-up and themes related to that, smut (mentions protected sex, hormonal contraception, praise kink if you squint at the whole thing)

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog

And I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed

Doing the food shop was one one of the mundane adult life tasks you actually enjoyed doing. You had some music on your ears and walked along the supermarket, making sure you weren't buying too much outside of your list.

Tomato sauce and two packets of the instant noodles for when you didn't feel like cooking or were in a rush, you told yourself as you browsed through the aisle.

The scent should've been the first give away, but lots of people wore the same perfume. However, not all of them had the characteristic underlying scent that to this day meant comfort.

"Y/N! I wasn't expecting to see you", Cisca said as he placed the item she took from the shelf on her shopping cart, "goodness, how long has it been since we've seen you?", she smiled sadly.

Five months, you thought. One hundred and fifty two days since you and Lando parted ways and you shipped your belongings back to England. You told yourselves it was amicable and that you'd still be there for eachother, but you had published your first article and he had started his season without the other by your side.

"It's been some time, yes. How are you?", you wondered, "we've been good, you know how busy it gets around this time of year. But Savannah had their little girl, Athena - let me show you a picture!", she scrambled her phone out of her bag.

"Oh, how cute!", you cooed at the little baby bundled up in a pink blanket, "Mila is such a good big sister, too!", she showed you a picture with the two of them in Lando's lap, the baby tucked safely into his chest as Mila seemed to be showing him one of her toys.

Gulping and swallowing the tears that threatened to fall, you looked up at her and smiled, "I'm glad everyone is doing good - send Oliver and Sav my congratulations!", you nodded, hoping she would get the hint.

Storing her phone back in her bag, Cisca smiled, resembling the smile that you woke up many times to, "I will, darling. All the best for you, hopefully we'll see you around", she said before rubbing your back soothingly.

You found an aisle without people and allowed yourself to cry. Just for a little bit before you had to go back to pretend it didn't hurt still.

And I'll dream each night of some version of you

That I might not have, but I did not lose

"I'm on the podium, dad!", Lando yelled as he hugged Adam, cackling in excitement as he hugged the team who were there to celebrate and congratulate him.

"Congratulations, baby!", you yelled as Lando turned to hug you, arms going around your waist and pulling you as close as the safety barriers allowed, clicking open his visor so you could look at your favourite eyes in the world.

"I love you so much, Y/N!", he yelled back, winking before he went up to get weighed in.

On the podium, he looked at you like you two were the only people there, smiling up at him as he blew you a kiss.

"I knew you'd be on the podium, baby", you smiled once you were back in his driver's room, "How are you so sure?", he wondered, kissing your neck soflty.

"The development they're doing, your talent, Lando, I knew it was going to happen, and from now on, you better get used to being up there every single weekend", you smirked, kissing from his throat to his jaw and up to his lips, humming when his tongue poked at your lips begging for entrance.

It was hot and he was sweaty. His phone read 4:30am as he stood up against the headboard, finding the light switch so he wouldn't walk around the hotel room in complete darkness.

It was the third night in a row you showed up in his dreams. The first time, it was subtle as he dreamed about flying on plane and he was sure you were there. The past two, however, had you in there as a main character. He dreamed of walking in the paddock with you, of having you there to comfort him and knock some sense in his head when his P4 in qualifying didn't feel enough, and now you were celebrating his podium.

It's weird how his brain went there, how his arms and face felt like they had truly been holding you despite not having done it in months. Muscle memory betrayed, he thought as he poured himself some water and took little sips of it as he looked outside the window.

Fuck, he missed you. And not just for these big moments where he was on a high and wanted to share it with you or when he was do low you were the only person that could make him crawl out of the dark hole he snuck himself into. It's when he's making his bed back home and the other pillow remains fluffed because no one's using it, it's the mug you left behind and he doesn't have the courage to send back to you or give to someone else or when he sees something that reminds him of you and he gets it, hoping one day he can get them to you.

You once called me forever, now you still can't call me back

Lando sighed again as the call went to voicemail. It was the third time it happened in the last couple of hours. It was media day at Suzuka and they were having lunch.

"You know it's 3 am back in England, right?", Oscar asked bluntly, "when we were having breakfast, sure, you might have got hold of her if she was doing a late night, but I think you should wait", he reasoned.

Oscar was right. He didn't want to risk it waking you up even though he was sure your phone was on silent since you loved your sleep dearly.

"I hate this", Lando muttered, rubbing his forehead with his fingers. Oscar was aware of some of what had happened between Lando and you. The start of the season always came with new gossip and this one's was filled with rumours and conspiracy theories about the paddock's sweetheart and young couple.

Lando started driving in Formula One when he was nineteen, so they had seen his grow up through the years along with your relationship. At first, you were pinned down as his sister, then a best friend when they realised you didn't share genetics, and then you were his girlfriend. The lingering touches and big smiles they caught never rushed you to admit your feelings or put a label on your relationship, but everyone was there when you walked hand in hand on the paddock and confirmed the suspicions they had for months. Lando Norris and his best friend were in love and they all felt like proud parents as they watched you support him unconditionally every time you could.

"Did you lose her?", Oscar quesioned his team-mate as he picked on the food on his plate.

"I don't have her with me, have I?", Lando snapped and regretted it almost immediately.

Oscar put it down to tiredness, jet lag and the fact that he seemed a bit lost on how he was navigating the situation, "What I'm saying is, did you lose her? Did you do your absolute best to keep her with you?", he said sternly, "Used all of the options and possibilities and it still didn't work out? You don't lose someone because things fell apart in a stressful situation", he reasoned.

He was young but not dumb, truly.

"Feels like I have though", Lando added.

"What I'm saying is if you really want to know how she is and if you want to have an honest conversation with her, you have to make an effort. Not just calling and asking your mother to see if she's spotted her lately, or your sisters to check in your circle of friends whether or not she has moved on", Oscar lectured.

"Do you think I can do it? Do I have what it takes?", Lando confessed his doubts out loud. One of the reasons he had yet to act on it was because having a second chance wasn't for everyone and he needed to make sure it went perfect. You deserved that.

"You're a Formula One driver with deep pockets and a massive heart that still belongs to someone. What can't you do?", the young australian driver mused before he got up, taking his plate with him and leaving Lando pondering about what to do next.

I hope this pain's just passin' through

You sang loudly as you dusted the living room shelves, windows open to let the autumn air in. While cleaning wasn't your favourite thing to do, you had woken up with an urge to clean and given that it happened very rarely, you were taking it in stride.

So far, you found a receipt of a pair of jeans you were meant to return but gave your friends instead, a concert ticket and a bigger amount of dust than you'd like to admit. When you pulled the fabric strap, though, you knew that you wouldn't want to get rid of it. The lanyard belonged to one of the passes for one of the Grand Prix weekend you went to see Lando. Inspecting it closer, you realised it was his second home race, the Polaroid picture attached to it confirming the date.

It started with you joking about the fact that the pass was not the prettiest, so Lando hunted down the paddock to find a Polaroid camera, snapping a picture of you two and pinching a hole on it so you could carry it around and cover the supposed ugly pass. The photo was still intact, just a little dusty as you wiped it with your sleeve. Lando was kissing your cheek as you smiled impossibly big, eyes squinty and smile beaming because of the guy whose lips were on your cheek.

A single teardrop fell on the plastic covered paper before a few more followed as you sat down, looking at what you had once been and how things were right now. The missed calls on your phone led you to believe that maybe he still felt something too, but the potential heartache of trying again and it not working would hurt more than it already does.

The vibration from watch caught your attention as you read the two notifications. One from your e-mail with Qatar Airways written in bold and a text from Lando.

Qatar Airways

Thank you for choosing to fly with Qatar Airways!

Lando ✨️

I need you here with me, Y/N, please

I made the flight reservation for you, they will hold the ticket until two hours before the flight leaves, you just have to confirm with your passport ❤️

You promised me that I was more than all the miles combined

Heathrow Airport, 7th October 2023, 6:30 am.

You couldn't back out now, that would mean Lando would lose the money he spent to get you here in the first place. It wasn't by all means quiet, but your thoughts were loud enough.

You shouldn't be here. Why were you here? Why did you accept this, Y/N?

Because Lando needed you there.

Simple as that.

Boarding the flight, you smiled and thanked as the flight attendant pointed to the area where your seat was and where you would spend the next six hours and a half.

"I'm sorry, our seats are by the window", a woman in her thirties said as she bounced a little girl on her hip, making you get up so she could get to it, "thank you", she smiled, sitting down and buclking herself and her daughter to her body.

"Lyla, you can't go pulling on other people's clothes - I'm so sorry", she apoligised as the little girl pulled on your shirt's detailed button buckle.

"No worries, I know how restless they can get. You do the best for your baby. You're only responsible for yours and her emotions, no one else's on this plane", you offered her, remembering the times you would take flights and fully grown adults would go up to a stressed parent to let them know they could hear their crying child as if the parents themselves didn't know.

"My husband is somewhere in there, too", she chuckled, sometimes I feel I'm responsible for his too - accountantable in a way at least", she chuckled.

"You weren't able to sit together?", you wondered.

"My husband planned the weekend to go watch a race and come back, but we found some holiday days and we decided on a spontaneous trip. This was the only seat left they had", she explained.

"I can change seats if you want", you offered, "I'm flying on my own and I'll get to the destination all the same", you giggled.

"You wouldn't mind?", she asked, relief settling over her as she tried to see her husband, waving at him to come closer as you touched the button to call the flight attendant as the passengers were all sat down on your section.

"This lovely young woman says she doesn't mind switching seats with you", she said to her husband as you spoke to the flight attendant.

"No, there's no problem with that if you both agree", the flight attendant smiled as you got up, ignoring the frown on the man next to you who had to get up so you could swap, "bye bye, Lyla!", you waved at the little girl before her parents thanked you once again.

Finding your new seat, you put your bag under the seat in front and sat down, excusing yourself to the older couple next to you, "I just swapped seats with the gentleman that was here, I'm sorry", you smiled, hoping they wouldn't be too mad.

"Oh, he was able to sit with his family after all - I told you, Harold!", the lady winked at her husband, "I'm Francesca, you can call me Fran", she said sweetly.

Despite the early flight, they both seemed to be full of energy as they started telling you stories of their life and family, showing pictures of their kids and grandkids.

"One day you'll have all of that with the person you love, darling - if that's something you want, of course!", Harold peeped in, "our granddaughters are always telling me not everyone wants the same things!", he chuckled softly.

"It's okay - I would like that, actually", you smiled sadly as Francesca landed her hand on top of yours.

"Why does that sound like a confused heart, dear?", she commented, reading you like a book. The flight was closer to be three quarters of the way to the destination, so you still had some time to kill.

"A little bit; I'm actually flying over to see the person who still has this confused heart", you mumbled.

"Your eyes sparkle when you talk about him, dear - something tells me he's going to 'unconfuse' your heart", she smiled, "tell me about him".

"Godness", you chuckled, "He's kind, respectful, honest, goofy, cute, charming, loving, he's all that is good. We just lost our way, I think", you recalled, smiling at the thought of him.

"You'll find it back, dear. Life has mysterious ways but it has the right ways - I like to believe it does, anyway", the older lady assured, squeezing your hand in hers.

Waving goodbye to Harold and Francesca when you found the taxi bay, you requested to be taken to the paddock.

When you got there, you payed the kind driver before he helped you take your suitcase from the boot, "enjoy the race!", he smiled.

You were thankful all eyes were on the track already, making you cross the whole paddock and step into McLaren's hospitality quickly after collecting your pass.

"Y/N!", Zak said as he was the first person to spot you, "you're here, you came!", he smiled, hugging you tightly, "we're all very happy you're here", he said as he asked one of the team members to store your suitcases somewhere appropriate before leading you to the corridor to the drivers' rooms.

"Lando is inside, and the race starts in less than ninety minutes, so you won't talk all you need to, but it's a good start", he said, knocking on the door before he left.

When Lando heard the knock, he hoped it was you. Sophie and Oscar were great people, but in the last hour, everytime he opened the door, theirs were the faces he saw instead of yours.

"Y/N", he welcomed you into his room before closing the door, "I hope it's okay that I flew you here, thank you for coming", he said as he hesitated on giving you a hug.

Taking a step forward, you laced your arms around his waist as he did the same around your shoulders, inhaling eachother's scent and feeling like a weight was lifted off both of you, "I missed you so much, Y/N", he whispered before you pulled apart.

"It's not the first time you've done that for me", you fumbled with your hands, "although I was very surprised. We haven't spoken to eachother in some time, Lando", you sterned.

"Not because I didn't try", he bit bat with an ironic chuckle, "Why did you come here then?", he defended, taking your words as immediate offense and not taking a second to process them properly.

"Because even though we're not together anymore, you matter to me. I care about you! I'm not sure what monster you depict me as or that you imagine I've turned into, but I wouldn't dream of wishing you misery! If you call me and tell me you need me here, I'll be here because I care about you!", you snapped, "you have no idea how many times I wanted to give up and cancel this! Why am I here, Lando?", you asked.

You didn't expect him to react that way, not that you had a much better reaction anyway.

"Fuck, this is not how we do this", you took a deep breath as Lando held your hands in his, mimicking your movements as he did the same. Three long deep breaths, in and out, in and out, in and out.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that", Lando began, hands laced on yours still, "thank you for bring here, I needed you here because there's no one else in the world that can make me feel comfortable like you do, and I need that. I need to feel like myself - and I know it's a selfish ask to make you get up and drop your things to be here with me but-", you interrupted him.

"It's okay, Lando, you're okay", you cooed, searching for his eyes and hoping you'd get the message your mouth was failing to say through.

You pulled him to sit in front of you in the massage table, "I've been seeing all the podiums you've been getting - the team have done such a great job developing, and your talent and skills have brought it to the podium", you tried a lighter subject even though you were 99% sure of his worries.

"Oscar still qualified above me", he began, "He's a rookie and he's managed to do in months what I haven't done in five years", he allowed himself to express his feelings. After all, it was you.

"Oscar is not driving a tractor like you were", you shrugged your shoulders as Lando laughed.

"For someone who was invited last minute and got a pretty good pass, I'm not sure how the team would feel about you talking like that", he smirked, hand finding your own as he rubbed his thumb on your palm.

"I'm only telling the truth", you smiled, "and I mean it. I know how this sport works, but you shouldn't compare yourself to your teammate when the circumstances are so different", you mused.

"The team have been great and they still haven't said anything", he reasoned.

"Of course they haven't because it's something that happens, Lando. I was watching the highlights and so many drivers went over the limits because that's how this track goes", you stated, "there's only so much you can do and you shouldn't put all that pressure on yourself", you tsked, "I know you do, but you shouldn't", you smiled.

"You always know what to say, don't you?", he chuckled, "I have an inkling on how this here works", you winked and tapped his head with your free hand.

A knock on the door interrupted your moment as Jon opened it right after, "Lando, we need to start prepping for the sprint", he said before he turned to you, "Hi Y/N, good to have you back!", he smiled before he let you finish what you were doing.

"I should go, then", Lando trailed off, "are you going to browse around the paddock? I bet a lot of people miss you and your face here", he nudged.

"I came here for you, I don't care about anyone else", you smiled as you leaned over to press a kiss on his cheek for a few seconds, smiling against his warm skin before grabbing your bag and walking out.

Most of the team must've known you were coming since not many of them took a second look whenever you greeted them or entered a different area.

One of the media girls got you a set of headphones as she stood next to you, Oscar and Lando getting ready to go to the track.

His routine hadn't changed as your eyes followed him while he got dressed appropriately and safely for the race.

Before Lando put his helmet on he looked back at you, winking and smiling when you winked back.

When the gap wasn't closing in, you knew Lando would be disappointed with P3, not because of the place itself but because his team-mate had done better.

As you moved to a better spot to watch the interviews on the media pen, your heart felt like someone was using it like a trampoline, jumping and stomping on it as Lando spoke about himself with such a negative tone.

Surely, the interviewers were fishing for answers with biased questions and his mind took him there.

As you waited for him to be back to the hospitality, you got yourself something to eat, realising you hadn't done it since the plane.

Lando was beating himself up and he couldn't shake the bad mood he was in even when he thought you had travelled to see him and be there for him.

As Sophie gave him a quick debrief about his interviews, he stepped into his driver's room so he could have a quick shower and then head to the team debrief.

"It wouldn't hurt going up to her, you know?", Jon told him, ready to take any harsh words first if it meant you didn't hear them.

"I know it wouldn't, I'm just going to eat something and then I'll join the debrief with the rest of the team", Lando mumbled as he walked up to you.

"Hey", he said sitting down on the sofa next to you.

"Hey, Lando", you said, testing the waters and approaching his body until you rested your head on his shoulder.

"You are going to get your win, Lando. It's going to be an amazing weekend and it's going to be your first. Surely important, but you'll be a race winner and go on to the next race", you said as he seemed to be unsure of the tone you were going for, "as that will be a big moment in a long career - because it won't define it - this doesn't define you either, as a person and as a driver", you concluded, hoping to bring a little bit of his confidence and self-esteem back up a little.

"And you're going to be there?", he asked. He was feeling like shit and needed to know. It wasn't fair, but he needed to know.

"I can't make promises like that, not before we speak properly", you remarked, looking up at him from where you were, kissing his cheek and squeezing his hand in yours, "do you want me to stay here or should I go back to the hotel?", you asked. It wasn't the right time or the right place to talk about it.

"Could you stay here, please?", he said as you took your book out of your bag, knowing it would run long and you'd need some entertainment as there was only so much catching up you could do with the team when they're suppose to be working.

"I will, then", you said as Lando took the plunge and kissed the top of your head.

Ten chapters and a tea later, Lando tapped your shoulders, "I'm finished, are we ready to go?", he asked as you got up accepting his hand to hold as you walked out of the hospitality, grabbing your suitcase from the storage room and bidding goodbye to the team.

"I couldn't get a separate room for you, but the room I'm staying in has this living room area and the sofa opens into a bed, they said it's really comfy and they also left an extra mattress topper and some blankets", Lando said as he drove, "in case you didn't feel comfortable, I- I just want you to feel comfortable", he emphasised nervously.

"Lando, you don't need to walk on eggshells, okay? It's me", you smiled reassuringly as he stole a quick look at you before focusing back on the road, "sounds like a nice solution, fine by me", you reassured him.

Leaving the car to the valet and taking the lift up with you, you stayed silent until you were inside the hotel room, "That's the bedroom area, bathroom's here - and it has a double sink - and then the living room", Lando patted the extra linen folded on the sofa.

"Thank you", you assented, "would you like to talk now or is it bad timing? You must be tired f,-".

"Yes, please", he agreed immediately sitting on the sofa and making room for you to sit in front of him.

"I don't know where to begin", you observed after a while, "it's been tough being without you - I have been so used to having you there for me and to be there for you that nothing quite has the same meaning. I can live without you - barely, but I can -, that's not the question, but I don't want to", you manifested.

"We ended things because we had to, and it did us both well to see from another perspective - that's what it felt for me anyway -, but I want to be with you and to have you with me", he elaborated, "I don't care if you have to spend more time back home because of the distance, or come with me to the races because of the distance, too, I-".

"It was never about the distance, Lando", you interjected. You both used that excuse way too many times but deep down you knew it wasn't because of it.

"We'll work it out then", Lando suggested, "we'll work on us because knowing eachother doesn't mean we don't have to put ourselves first and keep investing on our relationship. I value you so much Y/N, I love you so much and I want to do this right", he whispered as if he spoke any louder would disturb the moment.

"I love you too", you smiled as you laced your hands together, "we'll work on it, together".

It was already late so Lando offered you the bathroom so you could shower and do your night routine first and then make the sofa bed to your liking while he did his night routine.

"Good night, angel", Lando said after you hugged him goodnight, kissing the top of your head before letting you lie down first since the light on his bedside table was the only one illuminating the room.

After you cocooned yourself in the sheets comfortably, you spoke up, "Lando, I'm sorry I didn't answer back sooner", you apoligised.

"It's okay, love, you don't have to worry about that", he cooed softly and you could hear the smile on his voice.

"I know it's not, but thank you for making me feel better about it, goodnight", you smiled, feeling hopeful about it.

The next morning, you were woken up by the noise coming from the bathroom, assuming Lando was showering inside as you stretched, surprised at how well you slept. Maybe the bedding was genuinely nice, the sofa bed wasn't bad to begin with, especially considering the hotel you were staying in, or maybe it was the fact that for the first time in months, you fell asleep knowing the person who your heart belonged to was more than happy to let you keep his, too, and he was in the same space as you.

"Good morning, beautiful", Lando smiled as he noticed you were awake already, "did you sleep well?".

"Good morning, Lan", you yawned, "I did, really well, actually. At what time do we have to be at the track?", you wondered. It was a night race, so the call up was later than usual.

"I'm leaving after breakfast, but you can stay and head there later if you want", Lando declared as you walked up to him, "I just need to freshen up and get ready", you smiled, kissing his cheek and heading for the bathroom with your clothes.

As soon as you arrived at the track, you took one of the back entrances as you knew Lando would spend some time with the fans and other drivers he bumped into, finding a nice spot on the lounge and going back to your book.

"I'm going to start race prep", Lando stopped by you in the lounge after a quick meeting, "I probably won't talk to you much until afterwards so I just came to check on you", he reasoned.

Getting up, you moved to one of the corridors, leaning up to kiss his forehead softly, "Good luck, my love, you're going to do so well, I know it", you smiled against his skin.

"I have my lucky charm with me", he smirked, kissing the top of your head before he got back to Jon.

From P10 to P3, Lando had an eventful race. Fortunately, and compared to the rest of the grid, he seemed to be doing fairly well as he stood in front of AC Units while replenishing the water he lost during the fifty-seven laps.

"I'm so proud of you!", you cooed as he got back to the garage, shaking hands with all the mechanics and engineers before he got to you. You hugged his sweaty body, not caring about it as long as you felt his close to you.

"They're postponing race debrief so I'm going to shower quickly and then we can get going, beautiful", he smiled, kissing a spot on your cheek very close to your lips.

Smiling giddily, you went to the bar area to get a bottle of water for yourself as Sophie walked last you, "seems like we will be seeing a lot more of you again soon - maybe Zak can also hire you as our lucky charm!", she winked as you shook your head, blood rushing to your cheeks at her words.

Back in the hotel room, it was your turn to freshen up and get ready to sleep. The spirits were high and you were feeling like the wait time was over. Your heart was healed enough as you sat on Lando's bed, "I'm so proud of you, you had an incredible drive tonight", you smiled as you moved closer to him as he sat on the edge, back against the headboard and one leg on the mattress while the other hung beside the mattress.

"It felt so good", he smiled, "thank you for supporting me", he cupped your cheek as he silently asked you for permission to kiss your lips. Lando couldn't waste anymore time as he pulled you to him so he could kiss you properly, your legs on either side of his as you straddled him, revelling in the feeling of being in eachother's hold as your hands played with his hair while his held your waist.

"As much as I'd love to continue this, I'm exhausted, baby", he rubbed your thighs, "it's okay, my love, I wasn't thinking of letting you do anything else anyway", you smiled, kissing his nose softly before you got on one knee so you could flop to the side and land on the mattress.

"Sleep here, yes?", he mused and you nodded, undoing the bed and getting under the sheets, his arm holding you to him and making sure he didn't let go.

As if you'd leave anyway.

4.30am and Lando woke up again. This time however, the sight he longed to see was right there. The you he had and had got back, cuddled up to his chest as your leg was hoisted up on top of his own and very close to his aching cock.

As he tried to change the angle so every time you moved, your smooth skin wouldn't pratically tease him, you stirred in your sleep, eyes opening as he tried to adjust your knee.

"Is everything alright, baby? Am I hurting you?", you said as you recoiled from his body.

"No, angel, no!", he quickly guaranteed, "I'm sorry I woke you up, it's just that your knee was very close to me and I was having a hard time dealing with it".

"A hard time indeed", you snickered as you felt his hard-on strained on his Calvin Kleins. Dating after being friends for so long brought an easy joking side to your relationship so much easier and funnier as you wouldn't get offended with most of what you said to eachother, "need help with that?", you smirked.

"But I wanted to treat you", Lando pouted, "Can I, gorgeous girl?", he whispered as he kissed up your neck once you whispered "yes", hands roaming on your body as he pulled up your nightshirt, finding your nipples and twisting them slightly to work your body up the way you did with his.

Your sighs and whimpers let him know he was doing a good job as undressed your torso, littering small kissed from your throat to your tummy, "you're so gorgeous, Y/N, I can't believe you're mine", he said as he blew a raspberry on your tummy, earning giggles from you before he licked up a stripe near your panties line.

"You know how much I like it when you wear your pink panties", he voiced as he touched you over the cotton fabric, feeling you pulsate already, "Do you like it when I tease you over your pink panties, baby?".

"Yes", you scrambled out betwen moans and deep breaths, "Oh my Goodness, princess", he cooed as you squirmed, "You want me to fill this pussy up?", he wondered as you let out a yes followed but a deep mewling sound.

"Let me take a little peek, then", as his fingers pushed the fabric down, a string of wetness caught in the material as he smiled, "Oh my Goodness, look at this pretty little pink pussy", he kisses your clit, "all of you, you're se beautiful, baby".

Rubbing the inside of your thighs with his thumbs, pressing the soft skin as he got rid of your underwear, "Are you going to let me fill you up?", he asked as he wouldn't do it without consent.

"Yes, please do it, Lan", you moaned, hand looking for his own to hold.

"You don't need to say please, my love - here", he whispered as he laced your hands together, "you'll always have me, you hear me? I'm yours, sweet girl", he smiled.

His hand that wasn't securely laced in yours helped you take his underwear off before he came back up to kiss your lips softly.

"Does it feel good when I tease your clit like that, gorgeous?", he smirked as he ran the tip of his cock in your sensitive bud, "Yes - uhg, baby", you gasped, looking into his eyes and swearing you could get lost in them had you not been in such a state of arousal as you were.

"You look so pretty like this, my beautiful, sweet girl", he praised as he saw your twitches and heard your moans at his words, "we need protection, though", he stated.

"I'm good, didn't see anyone else - you?", you wondered as he shook his head, "didn't see anyone else either - condom?", he asked, making you nod and separate so he could get it from his toiletries bag. Hormonal contraception left you feeling worse that it made your life easier, so you and Lando always used condoms.

Rolling it down his shaft, Lando climbed back in the bed and kissed your lips, adjusting himself before he entered you.

You whimpered as Lando slid inside you, a low groan escaping from his throat as he gently slid, taking your hand back in his and resting them next to your head on the pillow.

"You feel so good for me, sweet girl, so wet so warm, so good - aah", he breathed out, "so tight, my sweet sweet girl", he squeezed his eyes shut at the feeling of your walls squeezing him.

You stretched your arm out enough to pull his face closer to yours, kissing his jaw and then his lips before whispering "you can move, love".

Lando pulled back slowly, thrusting in gently to begin with and savouring how you felt around him.

"I love you", you muttered into his neck between moans as he picked up the pace, thrusting into you faster, harder and deeper.

"I'm close", Lando groaned as he felt your walls clench around him, his hand crawling between your bodies and drawing lazy circles on your clit to get you to your release.

"Me too, feels so good, I feel so good", you moaned out, a high pitch one particularly when you felt the band was about to snap.

“My sweet girl, my beautiful sweet girl, are you going to come for me?”, Lando worked you up as your body started to show signs of it, "let go, my love, I'm here, I've got you”, he soothed, still gently rubbing your clit with one hand and keeping hold of the other.

Your back arched, sensitive nipples rubbing against his skin, as you came with a high-pitched whine, nuzzling your face on his thick neck as you came undone around him. Lando came soon after, his hand that was not holding yours groping your waist as he groaned.

“Good, sweet girl, that was good, you did so well for me. I’ve got you, it's okay", he assured as he felt you flutter around him, probably from overstimulation considering neither of you had been with anyone else and you hadn't slept a full night yet, the tiredness he felt also a cause for how quickly he finished.

Lando kissed your forehead sweetly before he pulled out, getting up and throwing out the condom on the bathroom bin before he cane back to you on the bed.

"Let's put this on, yeah?", he whispered soflty as he helped you put on his linen shirt, buttoning it enough to let you breathe but still feel hugged by the fabric, and then a clean pair of underwear he got from your suitcase.

Before he laid in bed with you again, he put on his own underwear, pulling you to his arms and then pulling the crisp white covers over you.

"Do you feel good, baby?", he asked once you were cuddled up to him, "yes, I do", you smiled, a mixture of post sex glow and being back in his arms.

"Thank you for not giving up on us, I love you, sweet girl", Lando said as he played with your fingers, bringing them up to his mouth so he could kiss every single one of them, "you're the best thing in my life", he mumbled, letting you drift off to sleep.

#lando norris imagine #lando norris fluff #lando norris smut #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 smut #f1 fanfic

[strangersmunsons]

💖 Eddie Munson x Reader Fic Recs 💖

I just wanna show some appreciation for a few of my all-time favorite Eddie fics! Here’s a handful of the series & oneshots that have really stuck out to me in all the time I've been reading - there's A TON of great writers on here who have posted really stellar work :^)

List under the cut!

june baby by @luveline - luveline jade u are a celebrity to me. this was the first Eddie story I ever read and it is so beautiful. it's tender. it's melancholy. it's realistic. it's gorgeous. it honestly makes me feel something I've never felt reading any other fanfiction.

oh, baby by @inknopewetrust - another one of my first Eddie fics! the feeling that this series invoked in me is what I aspire to invoke in others for my own writing someday. it's just so sweet and funny and made me nostalgic, in the same way that watching '80s teen films do, except it's even better because Eddie is in this one. I wanted so badly to just dive into the story and really experience it for myself.

hoping I'll find [a glimpse of us] by @inknopewetrust - this smashed my heart into 1000 pieces, and then promptly glued it very sloppily back together and I've reread it like six times just to reinflict the pain. I love rockstar!Eddie stories that maintain some realism about what that type of relationship would look like, and this fic does that SO perfectly. masterclass in angst right here.

dancing with myself by @ambrossart - this one hits close to home! and even though it hurts along the way, there's a happy ending that it builds so nicely towards! it's beautifully paced & the reader is very funny. you can just tell that the her backstory & relationship w/ Eddie was so carefully thought out, it really feels like this was written with so much love! and I LOVE that it doesn't paint Chrissy as a villain.

10 things I hate about you by @spideyanakin - so glad that we all collectively agree that Patrick is Eddie-coded. and in this fic the parallels are there, without Eddie sacrificing his own unique character - that part is handled really beautifully! and the ST characters are worked into the original movie's narrative so well. it's the perfect mix of fluff and drama!

freaky friday by @jo-harrington - I adore this series! I love this version of Eddie so much I could cry, he is so sweet and selfless, I want to give him the entire world. and an Eddie & Steve body swap? 10/10. lindsay and jamie lee, eat your hearts out.

to know you're mine by @blueywrites - oooohboy. I almost didn’t read this one (just because I would normally avoid swinging/cheating in a fic) but I'm so glad I did, because it was like being on the homer's odyssey of 18+ ST fanfiction. it’s wild. bluey girl u were insane for this. and i mean that as an extremely high compliment. i was so damn invested!

i will wait by @abibliophobiaa, @blueywrites, @breddiemunson, @myosotisa, @fracturedarkness - there's three chapters, it's on hiatus, I don't care, I will literally keep reading these three chapters over and over again and just fill in the blanks myself if I must. it's that good. you guys are amazing. I am totally enthralled.

rumor by @msgexymunson - this is what turned me on to older!Eddie. I love him, and I desire him carnally, and specifically this version of him. when I daydream about Eddie sweeping me off my feet, I think about Eddie in this series. he's everything to me. I even wrote my own older neighbor Eddie fic because of this!

trapped under ice by @munson-blurbs - the iron grip this fic had me in...I'm still going back and re-reading my favorite parts. it's beautifully developed. this version of Eddie is so real and believable. Harris is my favorite kid he's ever been given. an all-time, truly, I can't sing its praises enough.

siren!eddie by @parkermunson - a monster-ish Eddie fic! I'm a sucker for anything that incorporates mermaids and sirens and the like, so I really love this concept. it's a great story, I love our protective, doting fishboy, and hope to see more of him!

use me by @reysorigins - simultaneously the nastiest and sweetest fic ever. smut, but it's interspersed with these moments of such deep-seated love and yearning between Eddie and the reader that it made me want to cry! incredible piece.

mine and yours by @muertawrites - ahhhh this one is so so sweet! dating is so fucking hard, I think we could all use a comforting, reassuring moment with a sweetheart like Eddie, who is especially kind to us in this fic. I love the way he’s written here.

our patron saint of the arts by @storiesbyrhi - I love an artsy, crafty reader! I feel like Eddie would be sooo into someone who’s creatively-minded like him. this is the dream relationship, basically, these two are adorable together! (and Eddie in a dress! 😗)

And this is just a sample of what’s out there! Some of these are fics that I read very early on, even before I started this blog. I was more shy then, too, so I feel like I never showed them the appreciation I should have! You guys are all so talented, these works are very inspiring to me.

To readers: I encourage you to let the writers know how much you enjoy their work! Reblog! Leave a comment, even if it’s just in the tags! Write a reply, or send them a message, even if it’s on anon! I’m trying to get better at doing these things myself, too 💖

#eddie munson fic recs #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x you #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson reader insert #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson series #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst

[cheapshrimpysheep]

No Kisses - Side Characters

SUMMARY: After tasting a Solomon's dish, your lips got infected. It's nothing serious, but it's contagious. So you decide not to kiss anyone until your lips heal. How do they react to the wait?

CHARACTERS: Side Characters [Diavolo; Barbatos; Luke (platonic); Simeon & Solomon]

TAGS: Fluf; GN Reader; Kissing

WORD COUNT: An average of 300 words per character.

COMMENTS: I finally thought of something to write with the Obey Me! characters! Recently I got angular cheilitis. My lips are very dry. Nothing too serious, but that's what gave me the idea to write this.

I hope you enjoy. ;)

P.S.: Here's the version with the Brother: No Kisses - Demon Brothers

CONTEXT: You couldn't get rid of tasting Solomon's new dish. He looked so proud and happy about it. And it didn't look as... deadly as the others. It was salty, but not too bad. The problem came later, your lips became drier than usual and small cuts formed on them. He was worried and apologized profusely.

The doctor told you it was nothing serious and gave you an ointment to put on your lips. But what you had was contagious through kissing. So you decide not to kiss anyone until your lips are completely healed.

Diavolo gets very worried about you. But after knowing that it's nothing too serious, he's more relieved. When you tell him about not kissing anyone, he completely understands and admires your thoughtfulness.

He still considers using his magic to heal you, but since Solomon's food is involved, he doesn't know if his magic could unintentionally make your infection worse. So he'll just be patient and remind you to follow the doctor's directions.

He will ask Barbatos to cook for you. His butler will cook and cut the ingredients so as not to strain the poor elasticity of your lips. So that it doesn't hurt when you eat.

Although you can’t kiss him, he’ll still kiss you on the cheeks and forehead. Maybe even more than usual. Even though he knows his kisses won't heal you, they might help you feel better.

If you sleep together, he'll look at your lips while you're sleeping. He doesn't show it when you're awake, he's very good at hiding it. But he is very sad. Not only because he can't kiss you, but also because it's hurting you. He doesn't like feeling helpless, but he has no way of knowing if his magic will heal you or make it worse. He'll just be patient.

When you are sure that your lips are healed and you tell him so, he’s so happy for you! He's so glad that you feel well again. You kiss his cheek to thank him for the concern and care. He caresses your cheek, looking at your beautiful healthy lips. “I'm so glad for you, my dear. Will you allow me to celebrate with a longing kiss?”

Barbatos gets very worried about you. And even after knowing that it's nothing very serious, he continues to worry about you because you still have a lip infection. The same way he would take care of his young master, he will take care of you. You’ll feel like a new member of royalty that he will take care of.

Of course he will cook for you! Not that you can't cook for yourself, but mainly speaking of Devildom ingredients, he is more knowledgeable about them. And even he can even know ingredients that ease the possible pain of your lips. He will take care of you.

Being protective of the people he cares about, he will be attentive and remind you to put on the ointment the doctor prescribed for you, like an alarm clock. Maybe even go so far as to buy a second one if you forget yours or don't have it with you at the moment. Better safe than sorry.

He was never the type to give kisses. Or at least not as much as the other men you know at the Devildom. And he won't give you any while you're healing. It wouldn't be fair to give you a kiss that you can't return. He likes it better when you reciprocate them.

If you sleep together, he'll look at your dry, cut lips while you're sleeping. And remembering all the reasons why he doesn't like Solomon. Luckily it's nothing serious. Lucky for you and for him. Because if something serious had happened to you and it was his fault, Barbatos would make sure he paid for it, one way or another, even with their pact.

When you are sure that your lips are healed and you tell him so: “Ah, yes. Right on time. That's wonderful.” He’ll say “Time for what, you're asking? Oh, for us to try out the new Demonus that just arrived for us. You will join me, I believe.” He smiles.

Oh No! You're sick?! What did Solomon do? He can't do this to you! And you have to be more careful! Luke will be your caregiver! You can't even smile tasting his sweets anymore. This is horrible! He will be your caregiver! Your guard dog! He probably imagined himself as a St. Bernard Rescue Dog. But maybe you imagine a Chihuahua with that same little barrel around his neck that he can't carry because it's the same size as the dog.

He won't admit that he's going to miss the kisses on the cheek you give him when you think he's cute. NEVER! Okay, maybe if your sad about the situation with your lips.

He will learn to make sweets that won't hurt your lips. And always looking at you a little worried, seeing if you make a face that shows that your lips hurt when you eat. If you don't, he will be very happy that you managed to eat without felling pain. If you do, Simeon will have to help you calm Luke down and say it's not his fault.

He will ask you every day how you are feeling. If your lips are healing. If the ointment really works. Do not forget to apply the ointment. And be careful when eating, your lips can hurt you if you're not careful.

When you are sure that your lips are healed and you tell him so, YAY! He’s so happy that you’re feeling well again. He was so sweet to you, and he's being so sweet now. Your caregiver deserves those kisses on the cheek that he so wants to hide that he likes.

Simeon doesn't show how worried about you he is at first. He just shows the relief of hearing that it's nothing too serious. He will always see the bright side. Don't worry, it will pass. And he will always be ready to comfort you when your lips hurt.

Of course he will cook for you! he already loves to do it on a normal day. He is so skilled that not only does his cooking not hurt your lips, it also seems to comfort and help them heal as much as the ointment. How was that possible?

Although you can’t kiss him, he’ll still kiss you on the cheeks and forehead. He doesn't care that you can't reciprocate, he doesn't kiss you for that. He kisses you because he wants give you affection. Angels give without expecting to receive. Being kissed by you again is just an wonderful gift.

If you sleep together, he'll look at your dry, cut lips while you're sleeping. Since you aren't seeing him, he lets his smile fade. No one likes to see the person they love sick, even if it's not something that serious. He will caress your cheek, being careful not to wake you up.

When you are sure that your lips are healed and you tell him so, he's so glad! He saw that you were getting better, so he knew it would only be a matter of time before your lips were fully healed. Like I said, he doesn't give expecting something in return. But he'll be over the moon if the first person you want to kiss is him. He missed your kisses so much.

Luckily it's nothing serious, but Solomon knows it's still his fault. Would you be allergic to any ingredients he used? Would you know you were allergic? Was there anything he could do to heal you faster? And redeem himself?

You and/or the doctor warn him NOT TO DO ANYTHING! He is confused and sad that he cannot help. Can he at least cook for you? Sorry Solomon but NO! So what can he do for you? Um... what if he does other things for you? Like, I don't know, a butler?

If you tell Barbatos about this, he'll be delighted to see it front row. Would you like him to give Solomon some kind of intensive training? After all, it's going to take some time for your lips to heal, right?

He will still kiss you on the cheek and forehead. Maybe even more than usual. After all, you don't let him cook for you or try to heal you with magic. He wants to help you cook. He promises to follow what you tell him to do. Seriously, he promises. If you still refuse his help, he'll hug you from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder while you cook, continuing to promise that he'll just follow your instructions and ask you to let him help.

If you sleep together, he'll look at your lips while you're sleeping. When you're awake, you see him always smiling or making puppy eyes for you to let him help you cook. But like this, when you don't see him, his smile fades. And he'll caress your cheek, being careful not to wake you up. It's his fault, and his punishment is to be without your kisses.

When you are sure that your lips are healed and you tell him so, he'll hug you while saying he is glad. Then he'll place his hands on your cheeks, look you in your eyes and say: “Now, will you let me show you how much I'm sorry? And how much I missed your kisses?”

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

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[eris-snow]

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Tags: bakugou x gn!reader, fluff, I forgot how to tag things

So I haven't done a story in this format for months now, so I figured that I'd do it again in case people were missing it.

Bakugou hates fall.

He resented the cooler weather for purely practical reasons. His Quirk isn't as effective, and the multiple layers he has to wear are a pain in the ass to get off.

But you? Oh, your eyes just light up when you see the leaves change to red. You celebrate the fact that the season of lower temperatures has arrived. You cherish the feeling of bone-chilling wind whipping past your face.

"I don't fuckin' get you." Bakugou iterates as he opens the door one-handed. Your arms are full of groceries, and he's fresh off his shift, so you both are hungry and tired.

"It's cold, daylight peaces out at 4 in the fucking afternoon, and you have to deal with more villains 'cause of the festive seasons. What's there to like?"

"Everything." You deadpan, kissing his cheek. "Now put away the toilet paper or I ain't giving you dinner."

"You wouldn't do that to me. I know you and you wouldn't do that to me. You love me way too much."

"Try me, and see where that gets you," You breeze past him and kick off your shoes, beelining to the kitchen to put the groceries away.

"Fall was the season you confessed to me, dumbass!"

Bakugou pauses by the glass cabinets, toilet rolls in hand.

Oh.

You'd been in a major fight that day, tossed straight into a building with glass etched in your skin. Bakugou almost thought you wouldn't make it. There, holding you in his arms as red colours everything he touched, he almost lost it when you'd closed your eyes.

He thought he lost you.

"You were so frantic," You chuckle, grabbing leftovers from the fridge. "And then when I woke up, and you called the doctor, you told me that you didn't want any regrets."

Bakugou rolls his eyes at the memory as he slams the cupboard shut. "You know, if you got your ass kicked by some D-listed villain now, I'd be laughing my ass off, right?"

"Oh hush, you'd be crying like a little bitch."

Bakugou hears the oil cracking, and he's glad. He's hungry.

With a growling stomach, he strides back into the living room and watches you fire up a meal for the both of you. This year moved so fast. Your new apartment, his break into the Top 10 Hero Rankings...he's...

Happy.

He's actually happy.

"I love fall, because it's when you showed me that I'm not alone." You hum. "That if I was ever on that bed again, I'd have someone there to cry for me. That if I have to walk through this shithole called life, I'd have someone to walk through it with me to make shit suck just a little bit less."

You don't even flinch when you feel him up behind you, hands around your waist as he buries his head into your shoulder. It's so domestic, and it's something that Bakugou never thought he'd have.

Someone to put up with him. Someone to hold like this. Someone cooking for him and someone to share a home with.

"When you put it like that, you make me want to start liking fall too," He mumbles, voice muffled by your clothes.

Bakugou still hates fall, mind you. But if it meant that he gets to cuddle up with you and sip on hot coco, if it meant that he'd see you with that crazy happy grin and hear your stupid laugh, then fall can keep on going, thank you very much.

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[goodbye-exclusion]

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⋆༺𓆩 00 PROLOGUE  𓆪༻⋆

"Hey, Nami! What's that?" Luffy calls out, leaning over the taffrail.

Nami hums, not bothering to look up from the newspaper. "Hm? What's what?"

"There's land! A biiig island, the size of 10 million Usopp noses. No… 100 million!" 

"Hey, what type of measurement is that?" Usopp yells, and Nami is inclined to agree, not having an inkling of how big the island really is.

"It's probably Roguetown," she says dismissively. "Let me take a look anyway." Nami sets her newspaper down before stretching. She blinks a few times to adjust to the bright sun as she steps out from under the parasol. 

As she approaches Luffy, she furrows her eyebrows. The island was, as a matter of fact, not Roguetown.

"I don't know," she murmurs. 

After retrieving her map and compass, Nami's confusion only grows. It didn't exist on the maps, despite it being a massive continent with its own smaller islands forming an archipelago just south of it. 

"We'll stop here," she announces.

[■□□□□□□□□□] 

After nearly 4 weeks of travelling, you arrive back at Weh'le. You had ventured far Southeast to collect Vlonqo flowers and Raikkon berries, the main components of the ink mixture you use for tattoos. You refuse to settle for anything less than the perfect ingredients, and that means fresh and ripe berries, so you had already made the ink as you collected them.

Which lets you set off again after a quick half hour of settling everything in place at home, aside from the satchel situated at your hip. You'll be back soon anyway. 

After all, with the Spirit Blossom festival coming up in less than a week, you won't have much time to venture off. Of course, you'll have your booth to set up, but you're always glad to help decorate the rest of Weh'le Market for the celebration. 

So before you spend the better part of your days with those preparations, you set off to visit two of your dear friends in the forest.

Typically, you're happy to take your trip slowly. Admire the beauty of the magic around you and appreciate the scenery that nature has spent years and years detailing.

This time, though, you're off to see Lillia and Ivern after a month, and you're impatient.

Such a time, however, is short relative to their ages. Lillia is nearly 200 years old (197 this year), and even that is considered rather youthful in comparison to the old forests. And Ivern, the Green Father, is far older, to the point where nearly any amount of time is no longer significant to him. Living for thousands and thousands of years would do that. But all that time never made him jaded. He cared for you as you grew up, and he cares for you now, just as he cares for every other living being.

You can't stop the smile from spreading across your face as you think about them. Your run turns into a strong sprint, eager to see them again. 

Past the stony base of the mountain that Weh'le is tucked against, past the river separating the rocky ground from the rich soil, past the hills and through the trees, is the grand forest of Navori. You're a bit out of breath, and the sun is nearing its peak, but you've made it.

Magic flows around you. Sitting on a smooth rock, you close your eyes and bask in the floating magic mixed with the gentle sun dripping through the trees' canopies. 

The quiet sound of trotting on soft soil announces Lillia's arrival. You turn your attention towards her with a smile. 

And although she's only peeking her head out from behind a tree, you still wave to her. "I'm back!" you greet.

And Lillia thinks you look breathtaking, smiling softly with patches of sunlight draping over you. Her heart floats, thinking about how that smile is just for her. 

"I missed you so much, [Name]. Ah, of course w-we all did. The whole, um, the whole forest did!" she adds on quickly.

"I missed you, too," you assure. "Come, sit with me!" You pat next to you on the rock, even though she can't really sit directly with you.

At last, Lillia rounds the tree and makes her way towards you, staff in hand, semi-confident with the knowledge that you might have missed her a fraction of how much she missed you. 

She's a fae. Where her legs would usually be is instead the body of a deer. Her fur is a soft tan, growing reddish-brown near her hooves. Instead of human ears, she has somewhat droopy, long ears. Reaching just below them, around the small of her back, is purple tinted magenta hair with an almost glowing blue hue at the tips. Two smaller sections are parted away into pigtails, held together with leafy bands. 

"You look lovely as always," you say, and her face reddens. 

The purples and blues in her eyes shine at the comment. "Oh m-my, thank you so much!" She giggles nervously, lying down in the grass in front of you, in fear that her legs may give out from excitement. 

Without a second thought, you move from your seat on the rock down to the grass next to her. 

"Oh, [Name], your clothes will get dirty!" she frets. You chuckle, and she sighs. "I k-know you don't mind at all, but, well, I've heard many humans do. If they were to think poorly of you for it…"

"It's alright, Lillia. Most people are lovely people, I'm not sure anyone would care all that much."

And she can't exactly argue. After all, you're the only human she's ever spoken to. But she's still seen many, many humans come and go in the decades she's spent observing them. If only you knew, she thinks, of all the horrible things humans will do without a care, then you may not think so. In fact, you might decide to come live in the forest with her! 

She sighs dreamily at the thought.

"Something on your mind?" you ask.

Lillia shakes her head, but she can't help but smile at the thought of you and her living together. "Not really. So, tell me about your adventures! What kind of things did you see? What kind of humans did you meet?"

You hum thoughtfully. You open your satchel and pull out your journal. It's a relatively new one, but it's already filled to the brim with stories and notes and drawings. Lillia happily adjusts herself next to you to look at everything you've documented in the past few weeks. 

You show her several pages dedicated to your experience with an older lady, who had helped you for a day and housed you for a night. She taught you how to make white tea from Xaolan flowers and a delicious toast spread from Kiwa berries. Your tea was nowhere as delicious as hers, but she simply smiled and told you that it was just fine.

I'd be far more impressed had it turned out poorly, she had said. That nature must have seen the idiocy of too many hard headed humans and decided to make it easier on us.

And a few pages held detailed sketches of your experience there. A page for her small cottage. Half of a page for the small plate of toast with Kiwa spread and cup of tea, the other half containing drawings of the berries, flowers, and trees themselves. Then, a full page of her.

An old lady with a bright smile, one she must have worn for many of her days given the crinkles lining her eyes. Her name was Ahn, and when you asked for her age, she chuckled and said to take a guess. 

"No older than 30, I would imagine," you said, and she agreed.

"28, actually."

And with that, you decided that it didn't really matter.

You flip the page.

Immediately smiling, you begin to tell Lillia about the tall man you drew sitting in a field. Four patches of flowers were almost perfectly positioned behind, in front, and to the sides of him.

Lillia nearly saw red at how brightly you spoke of him. She glared. Glared at the drawing of the cute little matching flower crowns you made for the two of you. At the fact that you were so enthralled with talking about him that you didn't notice how clearly upset she was. Can't you see how unsettled it makes her? Don't you care?

Look at that man. He had a mask, far from organic, far from nature. His body looked stiff, like the limbs of a puppet. Don't you like nature? Don't you like her? 

"He was so kind," you say. "For a while on my journey, I felt followed, like a creepy force always behind me. We happened to meet on my way back, and he travelled with me for a few days."

She could make you feel safe, too. Does she seem too weak?

In the midst of her silent rage and your distracted rambling, a light voice interrupts both of your thoughts.

"My children!"

The two of you snap out of your own minds. 

"Ivern!" you greet.

His long, thin legs fold beneath him as he takes a place next to the two of you in the grass. 

"I trust you've been safe in your ventures," he says, and you nod eagerly. 

"I was! How have you been?"

"I've kept well. I know you must be in a hurry with the Spirit Blossom Festival preparations. Go, child, we can gossip later!" 

The two of you share a giggle before you depart, saying your farewells to the two.

When you're out of range, Ivern turns to Lillia, frowning.

"My child, do you wish to talk about it?"

Lillia stomps one of her hooves and scowls. "You sent them away! You're going to make them leave me for good!" she accuses. 

The elder simply shakes his head and sighs. "Perhaps one day you'll grow up."

Shivers run down Lillia's spine. She's not a child anymore. You're the only one who takes her seriously. You're the only one who truly cares. 

[■■■■■■■□□] 

The sun that once burned at Nami's eyes and skin seems like a dream now. 

Instead, a thick fog wraps around the Going Merry. It feels heavy, spreading across the ship's deck. Nami's compass is circling aimlessly, spinning almost as much as her head is.

Usopp and Luffy's babbling doesn't help, either.

Nami rubs her temples as Sanji tries to get the two to quiet down, but ends up yelling, too, out of frustration.

Zoro sighs, regrettably getting up from his nap. "Quit freakn' out already, there's land right behind us," he calls. 

"Behind us? When did we get so turned around… And just how far have we gone?" Nami murmurs to herself.

But she finds that, sure enough, there's a glimpse of a port not too far away. The docks poke through, as if inviting them. It's the only direction the fog lightens up—or rather, the fog feels like it's purposefully blocking out everything else, leading them where it wants them to go. 

Luffy is thrilled, bouncing and pointing at the newfound sight of land. "We're not lost!" he cheers. 

But Nami can't shake this bad feeling that twists her gut.

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[lemonnsss]

Moral of the Story pt. 3

Warnings: cheating, illusions to sex, angst, not BETA'D we die like men.

Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4

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“Oh, so soon?” he leaned in, obviously interested in my request, “And what might your boon be?”

“As you can probably guess, I need a job. I have an interview tomorrow morning for the role of your PA. If that doesn’t pan out -because of anyone's request outside of your own- I still want a good-paying job with decent benefits. Okay?”

“Okay, I’ll cut it short, you’re hired.”

“Please, I don’t need your pity.”

"Oh, don't worry, I wouldn't hire you out of pity. It's because of what you did just now. I gave you barely any details, and you came up with a sub-par solution." Satisfied with his answer, he reaches over and takes a sip of my coffee. 

"Sub-par says I go out, find your bodyguard, and drag him back here." He visibly aspirates, coughing into a napkin for a minute or so. I got up, got a straw, and returned. By the time I sat down, he had regained most of his composure.

"You had a good plan that led to a good solution," gesturing to himself, "I'm a rich asshole. Are we happy?” A slight rasp remained in his voice.

“Sufficiently. I accept the role of your PA, Mr. Stark. When should I start?"

"After your interview with Ms. Potts. You did say that if anyone aside from me was against you as my PA, you'd be fine with it."

I leaned back, covering my eyes with my hand, ”Yeah, I did."

"Don't try denying it. JARVIS has been recording- I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

"I fully acknowledge and stand by my previous statement. And, did you just admit to illegally recording our conversation?” My other hand raised pointing at him, “If so, that would be quite unfortunate for you and Stark Industries.” I separated my fingers to see his shocked yet slightly confused expression.

"Well, shit.”

I lowered my hand to the arm of the chair, tilting my head slightly, “Did you think I wouldn’t own up to my word? Please, Tony -can I call you Tony? I’m going to call you Tony- I do have morals, they’re a bitch, but they’re there. When I make promises, I follow through with them.” I look down at my lap, my hands wrapped around my stomach, “I hate people who break their promises. They are the worst kind of people. All that does is hurt those around them, but they’re too self-centered to realize that until it’s too late- sometimes even then it doesn’t click.” I glance up, he’s leaning closer to me, a worried look plastered across his face.

I straighten, collect my things, and move to get up, “I suppose I’ll see you at my interview tomorrow, Mr. Stark.” I walk away and out of the café, hearing the bell ring as I walk out.

I fell face down into my bed, arms spread out. “I just met THE Anthony Edward Stark and acted like it was no big deal. What is wrong with me?” I grabbed a pillow, held it to my chest, curled up into the fetal position, and screamed. “How could I have acted like it was nothing? He’s an A-list celebrity and I just brushed it off!” I prop up onto my elbows, my hands extending forward.

I spent the afternoon and evening just watching TV and reading. While I didn’t typically read graphic books, Hemingway and Remarque’s book had been sitting in my collection untouched for far too long, and it wasn’t necessarily a horrible way to finish the day. About halfway through “All Quiet On The Western Front” I realized just how depressing this book was and how glad I hadn't gone over it with my high school classes. The case remained much the same for “A Farewell to Arms”.

My phone alarm went off, signaling it was time to start getting ready for bed. I got up to grab it, shutting off the tone. I stood up, went to the bathroom, completed my nightly routine, and set out my clothes for my interview, although it seemed I had been hired in all but formalities.

I woke up the next day with a slight ache in my bones but, nothing like the previous day. I got ready and headed out to the Stark Industries headquarters. When I arrived I wasn’t necessarily shocked. The lobby was sleek and modern, bustling with the morning rush. I walked up to the receptionist, an older woman, and told her that I was there for the interview for the role of Mr. Stark’s assistant. I confirmed she looked me up and down before saying my name aloud. She handed me a card, stating it was a single use and would be deactivated once I left the building before pointing me to the elevator, guarded by the head of security, Mr. Stark’s bodyguard, Happy Hogan.

I walked over he looked at me slightly puzzled as I walked up to the elevator, sliding the activated card. It took a moment or two before the door opened and I could not be happier. I walked in and the doors shut. 

“Crap, I didn’t get the floor.” I placed my face in my hand, aggravated at my forgetfulness.

An electronic voice rang out, “I believe I can be of some assistance, Mx.”.

I screamed, “What the fuck?” I backed into a corner, grabbing the rails.

“Apologies, I seem to have startled you. I’m JARVIS, Mr. Stark’s AI.”

“O-okay? Can you send me up to Mrs. Potts’ floor?”

“Of course.”

The elevator ride passes quickly thanks to Stark’s AI. As the doors open JARVIS informs me that the door on the right leads to Ms. Potts’ office. I walk up to the door and knock, ”Come in!” A voice calls out. I open the door and introduce myself.

Ms. Potts was a taller woman with blonde hair. She ran around frantically, “I’m so sorry, an urgent business meeting just came up. Would it be okay to reschedule your interview?”

“Yes, yes, of course. These things happen, I understand. Is there anything I can do to help?” I move close to her desk.

The look on her face shows she didn't expect my reaction. "Um, yes. In one of the piles over there. There should be twelve documents with the keywords Stark v. Hammer." She points over the corner where there are three medium-sized piles of papers

"Oh, is that all?"

"Yes, thank you. My assistant has been on sick leave for two weeks and my office has become an absolute mess." I hear the clink of metal on the ground. She squats down, looking for whatever it was that had fallen.

"Really, it's no problem. I've worked in worse offices, this is nothing."

"What do you mean?"

"The lawyer I worked for in college. He was a mess. He wouldn't let anyone move his things, so it just stayed that way until he needed a specific paper or file, and then he would send me looking. Apparently, he did that to all of his assistants after one of them, about five years before me, lost one of the major papers in a big case for the firm. He fired her immediately." I rifled through the paperwork, quickly finding a handful of the documents.

"That sounds horrible, although, from a business person's perspective I can somewhat understand." 

"Yeah, it was crazy. I worked for him for four years and almost feel bad for leaving. He finally adjusted and was comfortable with me going through the records." I had found all but one of the papers at this point and had looked through all three piles with no luck.

"Ms. Potts?"

She stands up, bumping her head on the edge of her desk, "Yes?"

"Sorry, um, are you okay?"

"Yes. I'm fine." She grasps the back of her head, wincing. She's clearly not.

"Are you sure? You hit your head pretty hard."

"Yes, really. What were you asking about?"

"Okay, are you sure all of the papers are over here? There's one missing. I've gone over the stacks at least three times." 

"Yes, of course. They're all there, I could've sworn." She walks over, or at least attempts to as about halfway she grasps her head, a small groan accompanying the action. I run over, offering my arm. She takes my arm, and I lower her to the ground, a quiet 'thank you' thrown in the midst.

There was a small cut on the back of her head, a small amount of blood flowing out. I place my fingers on the cut, using my powers to heal it. A sharp pain found its way to the back of my head for a moment before it fades.

"Thank you. I think I just needed to sit down for a moment. But, yes, all of the papers should be over here. It's odd that there's one missing."

"Could it be in a different stack?"

"It shouldn't be, then again, I haven't exactly been keeping this place clean enough to say. Crap! The meeting's supposed to start in a few minutes."

"How far into the meeting do you need the papers, and how long do you expect this meeting will be?"

"Maybe two-thirds of the way through and half an hour at the shortest. Why?"

"I'm gonna buy you some time, obviously. I'll look through the rest of the papers to find the missing page. Once I find it I'll head over to your meeting room and deliver the papers as if you'd asked for them just before the meeting began. How does that sound?"

She walks up to me and hugs me. As she pulls away she says, "You are a lifesaver! Thank you." She grabs her papers and walks out of her office, presumably to the meeting room as I stand there stunned, unmoving as a stone.

When her trance breaks, I start moving around the room, quickly checking each pile for the missing paper. I tried to stay in the general area she originally pointed me to with no luck. I slowly moved towards the desk, it was the only place I hadn't checked yet.

I went through the different stacks before finding the paper in the third, guess it really was the charm. I collected all of the papers in a manilla folder, finishing it off with a paperclip -just as a precaution. As I went to grab the door handle JARVIS told me which meeting room they were on.

I walked out to the small foyer between the two offices and entered the elevator. JARVIS took me to the correct floor.

I walked up to the door of the meeting room Ms. Potts was in and knocked on the door before entering. I looked inside to see a variety of old, white businessmen and Ms. Potts in front of a projector explaining something I wasn't about to pretend I understood. She looked relieved. 

I walked in just enough to where I could close the door, "Apologies, Ms. Potts, is this a bad time? I have the paperwork you requested."

"Oh no, not at all." She walked over to me, taking the folder from my hands. "Thank you." She whispered.

"It was no problem at all, Ma'am. Would you like me to continue working in your office, or go home for the day?"

"Please, wait in my office." She tipped her head slightly, a gesture that didn't go unnoticed.

I excused myself and headed back to Ms. Potts office. I waited for her in one of the armchairs at her desk. I checked my phone and realized I hadn't read the e-mail from Scott yet. I opened his message, the contents shocking me.

'Hi, I know it's been a while since we've talked, I mean really talked. I'm sorry, I chose a girl who saw me as the second choice over the person who's been my best friend practically since we met. I'm leaving the mansion too. Things have been crazy here. The professor is making Jean and Logan sub for all the classes you used to teach, and he'll be doing so for every teacher who leaves because of what happened. I'm planning on moving back to Anchorage. My parents left the house to Alex, but he gave everything to me in his will, making it mine. That house has to be 80 or so years old now, it's going to need a lot of repairs. I'll send you the address once it's all fixed up, maybe have some tea and catch up. 

See you someday,

Scott.'

#captain america #captain america x reader #captain steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #logan howlett x reader #wolverine x reader #james logan howlett #james howlett x reader #james howlett #logan howlett #tony stark #anthony edward stark #anthony stark #iron man #pepper potts #virginia potts #scott summers #cyclops #xmen x reader #xmen #xmen fanfiction #mcu x reader #mcu #mcu fanfiction #marvel mcu #marvel cinematic universe #avengers #fanfic

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Loving Mr.Munson - Making Plans

The countdown is on, your wedding day will be here before you know it. As your making plans for the big day you find yourself also making big plans for your future......

Reader-

Things were starting to come together, wedding plans were being made. You and Eddie had sat and collaborated on every single detail of your "big" wedding- date, bridal party, guest lists, flowers ,cake- you loved and appreciated how invested Eddie was in the planning. He was with you every step of the way, going to florist shops, cake testing,and even doing the monotonous things like picking out linens and invitations. You were in this together, you would always be in this together, a promise you made to each other on the day that you had officially taken your vows.

That day, that private and intimate ceremony had meant so much to you, because that day the focus wasn't on all of the extravagant flourishes of a wedding, the focus was on the love that you and Eddie Munson had for each other and that to you, was more important than any dress or any flower. That is why you had again chosen the same date for your larger scale wedding, what a way to celebrate your first anniversary than with a vow renewal.

Your Mother had been beside herself with glee when you had first stepped out of a dressing room wearing a gown of tulle and lace, Lisa cried,  and you had to admit, seeing yourself in it made your heart flutter. You felt like a princess. You enjoyed trying on the dresses,the tiaras and the veils, they made you feel lovely. You had found the perfect dress, it was beautiful and unique, virginal white but the trim on the bodice and the back , the train was deep Claret red with white flowers. It was the perfect pop of color for your fall wedding, and your Maid of honor and bridesmaids would all have gowns that same color, they would be beautiful.

It gave you butterflies to imagine the look on Eddie's face when he saw you walk down the aisle. Would he cry? Would you be able to hold yourself together?It made your heart pitter patter to imagine your husband standing at the end of the aisle in a sexy suit that fit him perfectly, it made you drool thinking about taking it off of him at the end of the night.

Planning your wedding had been something your Mother had dreamt about since you were a little girl. You were her only daughter and she wanted it to be perfect. Your Mother was the main reason you were doing this, the poor woman has been through a lot with you this past year, through all of the trouble you had had with your Father. You know that it had put a strain on your parents relationship, yet your mother still stood by your side. He had been stubborn, and hateful and wrong, absolutely wrong about your relationship with Eddie. He hadn't spoken to you since your last argument, and it really did hurt your heart that he couldn't see past his own ignorance to see how truly happy you were. It hurt your feelings to know that your father would not be walking you down the aisle at your wedding, instead it would be both of your brothers giving you away.

When you had asked your mother about your Father, about if he had changed his mind , she just looked at you with sadness in her eyes, "You know your Father, he's stubborn...he just doesn't see things the way that I do-"

" Like a rational human being? He's never going to get past this. I almost feel sorry for him. If he doesn't recognize and accept this marriage he is going to miss out on so many wonderful moments. There are going to be children some day, I'm sure of it, and his stubborn ass is going to miss out on all of it ."

" He will come around."

" Until he does I don't need his negativity in my life." You sighed." I guess I'll just have to settle for my dumb ass brother's walking me down the aisle."

Your Mother laughed. " I'm glad you are having them both walk you down, if you had chosen one over the other there would have been hell to pay."

You laughed." I know, they are always so competitive. I could never choose between them, they are both equally annoying."

" But they both love their big sister."

"They do." You smirked." Ok, so back to the guest list...."

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" Ok guys hear me out-" Dustin Henderson said as he paced back and forth in the Harrington's living room. We had all gotten together to do some wedding errands, dress shopping for the ladies - Lisa, Nancy, Robin, Rosie, Izzy and princess Gracie, and the guys Robbie,Steve, Dustin, Andy and Anthony, all went to check out suits. Getting as much done as possible while we were all together.

" So I was thinking, being best man is great and all but what if I got to take my duties to the next level, "

Eddie looked from Dustin to Steve, Steve just shrugged having no idea what direction this was going."Next level huh? Let's hear it Henderson."

Dustin smiled." What if I was able to officiate your wedding!?"

" Like you could marry us?"

"Yeah! I could perform the ceremony! It would be amazing!"

Steve rolled his eyes " Always got to one up me , don't you Henderson?"

" You can really do that?"

" Yeah online! " Dustin said excitedly. " Instead of some stranger marrying you, I could."

Eddie raised his eyebrows at you, as if pondering the possibility. In your mind there was nothing to ponder. 

" I think that would be awesome Dustin." You smiled at Eddie then at Dustin." If you are up for it-"

" I already started the course online just in case!" Dustin beamed." I was hoping you would say yes!"

Eddie smiled." I means a lot Dusty, thanks for thinking outside the box-"

" Yada yada, does that mean I'm best man again?" Steve clapped his hands together, then looked at Robbie," Unless-"

" Uh, fuck no.-"

Gracie gasped as she crawled up on your lap."Eggie, Robbie said potty words!Oh no!"

I smirked at Robbie." Yeah Eggie, Robbie said bad words."

Eddie shook his head, trying his best to be serious." Robert Munson, what have I told you about using potty words? You need to apologize to Miss Gracie and tell her you promise you won't swear again."

Robbie sighed." I'm sorry Gracie."

The little girl looked from us to Robbie and smirked. "S'ok buddy."

We couldn't help but chuckle, she was so freaking cute.

" So as I was saying," Robbie continued." Me being best man would be incredibly confusing for some people, considering the last time they saw me I was the Munson with Sweetheart here. I will stick to being an Usher."

Gracie crawled from your lap to Eddie's, where she curled up and started playing with his hair. She was so gentle,and looking at him with such adoration. It made your heart melt. He would be such a wonderful girl daddy. You sighed.

Eddie rubbed your leg." Ya good Princess?"

"Yup!" Grace answered." I good!"

Eddie smiled and pat her head." I'm glad your good Princess."

You chuckled." Gracie, tell Uncle Eggie what we did today."

She beamed ." I put on pretty Princess dresses and I spun round and round. " She leaned in and whispered." I even put on a crown!"

" No way! I bet you looked so pretty !" He smiled.

" I'm going to walk and 'prinkle flowers! I show you?"

" Please do little Darlin."

Gracie jumped off his lap and stood in the center of the room. " E'rybody, watch! I'm Princess walking!" She announced. Everyone stopped what they were doing to watch the little girl.

She smiled, showing off her little chicklet teeth and dimples.

You knelt down beside her." Do you remember the walk?"

She nodded, her little curls bouncing. She took a step and paused, looking around and smiling at everyone, then continued, stepping, pausing, pretending to sprinkle petals on the floor. Everyone cheered for her and she ate it up. She was perfect.

Eddie scooped her up and spun her around. "You are going to be the best flower girl there ever was! Your also going to be the prettiest girl there. Well, with the exception of my beautiful bride." He winked at you. You smiled.

Grace giggled and hugged him . God was she adorable. Seeing the two of them together... It was your kryptonite, your weakness. It made you think of the future. You wanted Eddie's babies so bad. Babies with big brown eyes and dark curly hair. You wanted to watch as he loved and cared for them, raising them in a home full of love. He would be amazing. You wanted to watch as your children wrapped your husband around their chubby little fingers, asking him to have tea parties and play dolls, play catch or play cars.....you knew that he would do whatever they asked. You were ready, ready for the next chapter. Maybe right after the wedding you could start trying....

"Whatcha thinking about Dollface?"

You smiled and you watched the little girl in his arms twirl his hair around her little finger." The future Mr.Munson," You slid an arm around his waist, pulling him close." and how badly I want to make little Munson's with you."

His eyes softened and he smiled. " I think about it nearly every damn day,Sweetheart." He leaned forward and kissed your forehead.

" Aww, Sweetie,Eggie loves you!"

You smiled at the nickname Grace had given you earlier today. " I love Eggie too."

You watched as Dustin approached, smiling. "Come here my little munchkin. I know you love your Eggie and Sweetie, but it is time for you to take a nap. It has been a busy day." He reached out for her and almost on cue the little girl yawned as she crawled into his arms. Dustin kissed her cheek.

" Goodnight Princess. We will see you when you wake up."

She slowly waved at the two of you as Dustin walked away with her.

Eddie didn't waste any time wrapping you up in his arms. " So you have babies on the brain Mrs. Munson?  Well lucky for you I know exactly what I'm doing in that department Kitten." He leaned down and snuggled into your neck." I mean, we could get started any time. You could just throw your pills away. I could whisk you off to a guest room, " he kissed your neck, " or the garage," he nibbled on your ear," Anywhere, everywhere."

You sighed."As tempting as that sounds Baby , we gotta get through this wedding first. I just spent a lot of money on a beautiful dress that I need to be able to fit in, that and I want to prove everyone that thinks we have to get married wrong. I know my Father has probably brainwashed his side of the family, but that's fine, less people we have to feed."

This time Eddie sighed. " You really think he would do that?"

"I do, but it's fine. " You could see a look in his eyes,"Baby, it's fine. It really is. All the people that really matter to me will be there. " You lightly kissed his lips. "And then, when our perfect day is over we can start phase two. Baby making."

" That will be the fun part."

" I'm going to be all over you Munson."

Eddie chuckled." Even more than you are now? I'm never going to fucking make it. Your going to run me fucking ragged."

" I know, sounds awful, doesn't it? Having sex day and night, every spare moment we have? Absolute torture."

" You know, they say if you really want to get good at something you need to practice." Eddie smirked. " All this sex talk has got me horny as fuck."

" You think we need practice? "

" I mean I am kind of a perfectionist." He leaned in close to your ear." Why don't you meet me in Harringtons laundry room in the basement Dollface? "

" Don't you think people will notice if we are gone?"

" They are so wrapped up in conversations right now they will never even know we were gone. We can be quick about it " he whispered. " I really fucking need you Sweetheart."

" We will have to be discreet."

A wolfish smile spread across his face. "Sweetheart, discretion is my middle name ."

" Alright , we just can't get caught. I will sneak out first, but if your not down there in 10 minutes, I swear to God Eddie Munson,I'm starting without you. "

"Fuck Pumpkin, I 'll be there in 5. I wouldn't miss it for the world."

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are we just friends?

poe dameron x reader

summary: you and your best friend poe get drunk as a celebration of him coming back alive from a mission where you thought he was dead. alcohol brings out some interesting topics of conversation.

warnings: alcohol, language, talks of death, wounds and violence (choking), kind of sexual innuendos if you squint really hard, poe being an absolute menace to society

tags: friends to lovers, love confession, two oblivious idiots in love

word count: 2.8k

reblogs and feedback are appreciated!!

You were sitting on a bar stool, an elbow on the counter and your face resting against your hand. You were sipping on your cocktail absent-mindedly, half-listening to your friend's speech about whatever his big mouth was talking about right now. Not that you weren't interested.

You weren't just drinking your first cocktail. You had lost track of the number and even though it wasn't the only reason you weren't listening, you knew it wasn't helping your capacity to focus.

You were mostly highly disturbed by the fact that that friend in front of you had almost died today. Well in fact you had thought he was dead. They brought him back unconscious and you thought it was it, you thought it was over.

You cried of happiness when a droid came back to you and told you Poe had just been knocked out, but you would never let him know that. You had hastily dried your tears before running to his bed in medbay and hugging him like you had never hugged him before. It had made him wince in pain because of the huge bruise on his ribs and his broken arm but maker, you couldn't help yourself, your best friend was here and alive.

You and Poe had been friends for a while and you just couldn't imagine your life without him. You knew he was reckless and you knew his stupidity would be the death of him one day but you just weren't ready for that day. You were just so glad he was standing in front of you tonight but you weren't sure if all those drinks were a good idea for your brain and if they were just celebration or plain alcoholism.

"Are you even listening to me?" he asked putting his glass down on the surface to wave his valid hand in front of your face. "I know I talk a lot but you usually listen" he remarked waggling his eyebrows. "Or maybe you faked it all those years and I'm realizing just now" he said shrugging his not-broken shoulder before emptying his glass in one gulp, throwing his head back and groaning at the burning feeling in his throat. You thought that was one of the most attractive things you had ever seen but you quickly chased that thought.

"Uh yeah sorry. I'm a bit disconnected from reality. But I promise I usually listen" you said blinking in approval, too dizzy to think of any different action to guarantee him the truth.

"So why's that different tonight?" he asked raising his chin at you before asking the bartender for another drink.

You sighed and chuckled, shaking your head.

"You make me nervous."

His brows furrowed and relaxed instantaneously the next second.

"Nervous? I make you nervous? Come on I know what effect I have on you ladies but if I make you nervous you might wanna stop drinking for tonight." he said resting his hand on your arm with a grin.

"No" you said frowning. "I don't mean it that way"

"Then what way do you mean it?" he asked before thanking the bartender when he handed him his drink and taking a sip of it.

"I mean it in the 'I thought you were dead and I wanna kick your ass for making me think so' kind of way" you said tilting your head at him with a threatening gaze.

His lips curved into a sly smirk.

"Am I not here right now? All handsome and fresh and good as new?" he said extending his valid arm in a demonstrative way of his shape.

"That's what you call good as new Poe?!" you said abruptly putting down your drink on the counter before grabbing his face with one hand. Hell, he was kinda right. You didn't understand how he managed to still look that good. He had a huge graze on the right side of his forehead and his bottom lip was busted. He looked tired too, you could see his face wearing the weight of his mission. It could be alcohol too, but his eyes were underlined by dark circles. And yet he was still beautiful.

"See? I still look good. No one can take that from me. Now if you could stop grabbing my face like that because I'm confused on whether you wanna kiss me or punch me"

"Oh shut up" you said letting go on your grip on his face and grabbing your drink again. "Let me grab your face while I still can. While you're not dead"

He sighed. "Come on" he said smacking your thigh. "I would never leave you here on your own" he said before gasping because of the alcohol.

"I know how this is gonna end. I'm gonna end up killing you myself"

"It'd be an honor" he purred, getting closer to you. Oh maker, he wanted to play that game. His hand was still on your thigh and you could feel the heat radiate from it and diffuse through your whole body. "How would you do it?"

You tilted your head to the side in reflexion.

You finished your drink and shifted closer to his face. You hummed, thinking about how you would kill him if you really had to. You were messing with him, you would never kill him of course, but it would be a good opportunity to flirt as you and Poe so often did when you were drunk. If he wanted to play that little game, then so be it.

"I would do it with my hands" you said softly murmuring in front of his face. "Around your neck" you tried to focus on his eyes but it was hard with how he had drawn his lower lip between his teeth just inches away from your face. You shook it off, trying to maintain the already-heavy tension. "It'd be gentle, at first" you said nodding with a small pout. "You would even enjoy it" you whispered, trying to stay serious and intimidating when you were so proud to see how the corner of his mouth had curved into a smirk. You licked your lips to get one last taste of the drink you had just finished. "Then my grasp would become heavier. Then you'd silently beg me for air and I wouldn't let go of my grip because silence is so rare with you" you said caressing his cheek and staring at his lips parted in astonishment.

Poe came back to his senses before chuckling and shaking his head, briefly brushing his bottom lip with his thumb.

"That's the hottest thing I've ever been told" he said sinking back in his seat, crossing his legs and biting his tongue proudly, as if he wasn't the one that just went putty in your hands and turned jelly. You smiled and crossed your arms, proud of what he had just told you. You both loved teasing each other but you had never done it to the point where you made his jaw drop just like now. He was trying not to flinch completely and to play it cool. He hadn't called the game over, he was determined to win it. "You proud?" he asked raising his brows, a certain tone of contempt in his voice.

"Huh, I'd be lying if I said no" you said shrugging and sending him a sly smirk.

"Don't be so confident I know what's hiding deep inside of you" he retorqued with that signature shit-eating grin. You frowned at his words, not even sure of what they meant and if they made sense. "BB-8 told me you cried" he scoffed. You jerked your head back and let out a frustrated sound to which he laughed at.

"You weren't supposed to know that" you said looking at him with a disappointed face.

"I knew you had a heart" he hissed pointing at your chest, smiling.

"Yeah okay I do have one, and it was all yours until you decided to make reckless choices and have me thinking you were dead. You broke it" you said before taking his glass and finishing it right away as a punishment. Your face scrunched at the strength of the drink and you put the glass down panting a little. Maybe it was your sign to stop drinking for tonight.

"This again? You worry too much. I'm gonna marry you someday so you'll chill out about me getting hurt on missions"

You snorted and frowned when you saw he was serious. "So your logic is that if we're married, I'll be less worried?" Maybe he was the one that had too many drinks.

"Exactly sweetheart, because if we're married I'll be unsufferable and it'll be a relief for you that I leave"

"This is absolute nonsense because you're already unsufferable and I'm still worried. The marriage doesn't change anything" you said shaking your head brows furrowed, still confused at the lack of common sense of this conversation.

"It does" he nodded.

"Does it?" you asked tilting your head to the side and raising an eyebrow. "I'd marry you in a heartbeat if you asked me to because it'd be fun but-"

"You would?" he asked.

"Poe come on" you said sighing with a smile. "Of course I would. It's not like I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember" you said chuckling, lowering your head. You weren't sure if that was supposed to stay inside or not but fuck it after all, you had been holding it in for too long now. Maybe you would regret this tomorrow and you would blame it on every drink and Rey who guaranteed you that 'he likes you back believe me, I've never seen someone so clueless'.

"Okay." he huffed. "You've had a little too much I should walk you back to your quarters" he said getting up.

"I'm dead serious Poe" you said looking back at him with an almost menacing voice.

"Okay fine you win. Game's over, you're intimidating. Now we stop playing" he said lifting his hands in front of you.

"I'm not playing any game here! This is the truth. I love you and I always have, and probably always will. See, life is too short not to tell you, I thought you were dead today" you said waving your hand around, drunkly giggling.

He just stood there, a confused look on his face.

"Look, you're only saying this because you're drunk. It won't be the same tomorrow. You don't mean what you're saying right now" he assured putting a hand on your arm.

"Poe stop. I swear I'm gonna start yelling at you" you hissed between your teeth, pointing a threatening finger at him.

He sat back down on his stool and leaned to you, grabbing both of your hands with his, even his broken one.

"Please, if this is a joke, stop it right now. I don't need it" he whispered almost begging.

"I wouldn't joke about that. And certainly not to you" you said shaking your head. "If you don't like me back just say it. I'll pretend it's fine but then Rey and Finn will be considered liars I guess" you said smiling weakly at him.

He smiled back at you, the most angelic smile you had ever seen from him. He looked at your hands and intertwined his fingers with yours, gently stroking your knuckles with his other - broken - hand. You shivered at the feeling of his touch.

"What have I done wrong for you to not see it?" he asked out of the blue, looking back at your face.

"What do you mean?" you asked, too drunk for subtext.

He sighed and turned his head to the side, nervously biting his bruised lip before looking back at you.

"Maker, I've been head over heels for you for so damn long" he said almost whining. "Don't tell me you've never picked up on it because I did my best to make it seem obvious. I think everyone knows it except you"

"Oh, I noticed" you said smiling widely, not being able to help yourself. "I just thought it was meaningless flirting, you're quite the confident type" you said shrugging, it being your turn to caress his wounded hands. He quickly leaned into your touch, making his heartbeat calm down a bit. He sure was confident and cocky but you still made him nervous sometimes, somehow. And it wasn't just tonight. It was from the quick glances during missions briefings, where when your look met his and he got caught, his heart skipped a beat and he could feel his cheeks rising hot. It was when you'd hold his hand whenever you felt scared and he was within your reach. He couldn't help the shit-eating grin at those times but in reality, you made him lose balance, and you were the only one able to do that. No one could make Poe Dameron lose himself except you.

"Let's just say you have the privilege of making me weak" he said shrugging, giving you puppy eyes. You practically had him wrapped around you finger.

You smiled, biting your lip. Your faces were dangerously close but you didn't mind at all. He had never looked prettier than right now. You wished you could take a picture of him, print it out and take it everywhere with you, but you'd rather have him himself to take everywhere with you. You wanted to have him as close as right now forever, you wanted to be able to fiddle with his hands to ground you whenever you wanted to, you wanted to just look at his pretty face for hours on end without it feeling weird.

You gently brushed away a curl falling on his forehead, making sure not to brush against his cut. The last thing you wanted to do right now was to hurt Poe.

You weren't quite sure how your seats had gotten so close. It was fortunate, your right thigh was between both of his, making you so close it would be awkward if it was anyone else and if there wasn't such a tension in the air. It made everything easier. Your breaths fanning against each other's skin, your eyes holding the purest and most loving gaze the human kind had ever known, your foreheads touching as to bind both of you for this intimate and innocent moment you had been waiting for, never thinking it would become real one day. You closed your eyes as you felt his hand join the nape of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. His nimble fingers grabbed your chin gently but you weren't sure who brought your lips together, as you were both so hungry for it.

It was nothing like how you had imagined it so many times before; it was even better. You could see the image of your heart bursting out of your ribcage cartoon style as your lips moved together. His hand on your chin had made its way to your waist while one of your hand was grabbing the back of his neck and the other cupped his cheek and gently stroked his stubble. Your bodies shifted closer as if it was even possible, making you melt and becoming one.

You couldn't help but smile against his lips as he let out a small moan in your open mouth. You both pulled away for air at this moment, letting your head fall to his shoulder. You nuzzled his neck, your warm breath softly tingling his skin. You didn't know if it was the kiss or the alcohol but you felt dizzy. You quickly came to the conclusion that it was just him, you had been that drunk and had kissed people before and it never felt that way.

"Are we just friends?" you murmured against his jawline, planting light kisses to it, dragging your hand from the back of his neck to his chest.

He covered your hand with his and brought it to his lips to gently kiss your knuckles. You giggled against his neck and came back to a straight position to face him.

"I don't think we can be friends anymore after that." he said shaking his head slowly. "You can't leave me hanging like that. I'll need more than the friend status" he said bringing a hand to your warm cheek.

"You scared me for a second you idiot" you chuckled. "Let's be more than that" you said nodding.

He looked at you and smiled, purely at first, then it quickly turned into a mischievious grin.

"So you have a crush on me huh?!" he exclaimed pointing at you, a dangerous smile creeping across his face.

"You can never swallow your pride can you?" you groaned, laughing, before letting yourself fall in his arms. He laughed and put his arms around you before brushing the hair out of your face and gently kissing your forehead.

"If you asked me to, I could work on it" he said nuzzling your hair, the corners of his mouth turning up, making him the happiest man in the whole galaxy.

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron fluff #poe dameron fic #poe dameron fanfic #poe dameron x you #poe dameron x y/n #oscar isaac #oscar isaac characters

[echo-rambles]

birthday wishes

words: 1,567 tags: fluff, best friend!lee know, f!reader, humor, platonic cuddling, a vague allusion to bf!chan. notes: I don't know what got a hold of me. I wrote this out in just a few hours because I couldn't stop thinking about bff!lino and being stupidly affectionate. I tried my best but lino's voice isn't very easy for me to write for just yet lol. hopefully it's fun!

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You tap at your phone screen, awakening it just enough to check the time. Maybe if you keep checking, it'll make the minutes move by faster. Logically you know that's not how it works but you're so impatient.

Most everyone else is asleep, but you can't even begin thinking of going to bed. Not only do you have something you need to do, but you're also just too damn excited. You've been waiting for this all night and it's almost time. How are you meant to sleep? 

Finally, finally, you watch as the hour ticks over and it's midnight. You've been waiting for this.

Scurrying off, you slip your way into the bedroom and sneak over to the bed. There's a lump under the covers, and you could jump on it and startle the lump awake. But you don't think it'd be a very kind thing to do, no matter how excited you might be.

Instead, you perch yourself at the edge of the mattress and begin to gently peel the blanket away, revealing the person underneath. 

"Hey, wake up." You whisper, a little sharply. 

Minho grumbles, smashing his face further into his pillow, turning away from your voice. 

"Oh my god, wake up already."

"Why?" The word is muffled and grumpy. 

"Happy Birthday!" You finally give in to your excitement and shake at his shoulder. 

"...What?" Finally he rolls towards you, squinting at you through the gloom of the night. 

"It's the 25th, you fool."

Another grumble, almost verging on a whine. "I'm trying to sleep. It'll still be my birthday in the morning, when I'm awake."

"But you're awake now."

"Under duress."

"Whatever, I want to celebrate with you now." You try to make a show of complaining, but you can tell Minho is already settling back into sleep. Well, that won't do. Not yet, at least. Crawling into the bed, you shimmy your way under his covers, until you can press your chilly feet against his shins, smiling as he flinches and opens his eyes enough to glare at you. "I bet I'm the first person to wish you a happy birthday."

The glare softens a little, and then he's sighing, shifting around so he can offer you space on his pillow to share. You gladly accept. Getting so close you're almost nose to nose.

Minho hums thoughtfully. Sleepily. "You’d bet correctly."

“By birthday rules, that means I win.”

He hums again, much more sleepy than thoughtful. “Congratulations.”

"Do you want some birthday cuddles?" You ask, already knowing the answer. 

"What would Chan say?" Minho snarks, instead of an outright rejection. 

You give him this long look, raising a single eyebrow. "'You're cuddling without me?' and then he'd jump in bed and sandwich you between us for birthday cuddles "

"Ugh, I'm glad it's just you here to smother me."

"Exactly!" You chirp, surging forward to wrap him up in your arms. He grumbles some more, but he melts into the hug regardless. Tucking his head into the space between your neck and the pillow. 

"Can I go back to sleep now?"

"I didn't get to sing happy birthday to you yet…" 

"I'll only allow it if you do it with a really weird accent." 

"Why would I sing it any other way?" 

Minho's phone chimes, interrupting you before you can really get started. You untangle yourself from birthday cuddling to practically crawl over him to grab at it. Awakening it to check the notification.

"Who is it?" Minho asks from where his face is practically pressed into your ribs. 

"Hyunjin wished you a happy birthday. Ha! He's two minutes too late! This means I definitely won.” Another chime. “Jisung gets third place, since he just now sent birthday wishes." 

"Oh, tell them that they lost. Rub their faces in it." He says, twisting about to try and look at his phone screen. He sounds more awake now, as if the promise of fucking around with your friends has energized him. 

Of course you take the opportunity presented to you, taking his phone with you as you settle back into bed, giggling relentlessly to yourself as you type away. “Ah, too slow! So sad! Noona wished me hbd the moment the clock struck twelve! You’re both losers. And then a lot of laughter.” You narrate from Minho’s perspective, replying in the group thread. 

Minho nods along, chin pressing into your shoulder as he watches the message get drafted and sent. “Add a sticker too, and maybe more laughter.”

“Perfect!” After following directions, you lock Minho’s phone and slip it somewhere under the pillow. “Ok, where was I?”

“Singing happy birthday. In a terrible accent.”

“You said weird.”

“I’ve changed my mind.” 

Huffing and puffing and complaining, you make a big show out of it. Getting comfortable under the covers and snuggling close to Minho, folding both of his hands between your own before you start to sing. Somewhere in the middle of the birthday song, your accent changes, getting away from you and turning into something completely different. It makes Minho laugh. 

You both try your best to stay quiet, neither of you wanting to alert the others to the little impromptu birthday party happening in his room. Or else they’d converge and crowd the bed, and you don’t want that. This is for the two of you. No one else. 

He starts to sing along with you towards the end, affecting his own voice and making you trip up with laughter. It’s stupid and you’re both giggling once it’s all over, but it’s worth it. 

“Ok, so.” You start, once the both of you have the laughter under control. “What’s your birthday wish?”

He hums, closing his eyes once again. The smile is still present, and you’re sure he’s not about to fall asleep again. It’s a thoughtful sort of hum, not sleepy at all. “I wish… to one day gain the ability to speak to my cats. I feel like it would be very helpful and I could ask them why they insist on chewing on candy wrappers when I buy them wonderful toys.”

“Minho-ah.” You pout, just a little, giving your clasped hands a shake. “Be serious. I really want to know.” 

Minho squeezes your hands, sighing through his nose. “It’s the same wish every year. To live a happy life, surrounded by the people I love most in the world.”

“And it comes true? Every year?” 

“I’m here with you, aren’t I? Tomorrow I’ll wake up to Changbin and Jeongin trying to make me a birthday breakfast because they don’t want me to cook for myself, even though they will absolutely burn whatever it is on the stove. Chan-hyung will spend the whole day making excited little noises because he wants to give me his birthday gift the moment he sees me but he’s already made a pact with the other boys to wait until lunch. They’ll give me hugs and kiss my face and smother me with their love, all day.” Minho’s voice is quiet as he describes everything, and you can almost see it. Like some sort of premonition. 

They all know each other so well and they all love him dearly.  

“It’s the same, every year. Because I never want it to stop being true.” 

You shuffle closer, until you can tuck your head underneath his chin. “I don’t think it’ll ever stop being true, Minho. Even if you wished for something different, I don’t think we'd ever stop loving you.” 

He laughs, just a huff through his nose, and you can hear the smile in his voice as he hums and speaks. “Well, then I guess my wish to suddenly speak feline is back and better than ever.” 

The both of you fall asleep like that. Giggling and whispering to each other until sleep claims you. In the morning you’re woken up by Chan, diving into the bed and complaining that he missed out on birthday cuddles, which is soon joined by Felix crawling into bed and asking for cuddles of his own. You immediately latch onto Felix once he’s close enough, abandoning both Minho and Chan to smush Lixie’s face in your hands. 

The bed becomes crowded not long after, just like you knew it would, with Jisung joining and squeezing Minho in a hug, apologizing that he wasn’t able to wish his jagiya a happy birthday sooner. (Seungmin had poked his head in, saw the messy cuddle pile, and simply wished his hyung a happy birthday before leaving to ‘supervise Jeongin.’) 

It’s all very sweet and a little loud and Minho gets his revenge by pinching Chan’s ass at least twice. 

Hyunjin skids to a stop in the doorway, both hands braced on either side and his face solemn. “Changbinnie is trying to burn down your kitchen.” 

“I am not!” Changbin bellows back, voice carrying down the hall. Hyunin presses his lips together tightly.

“I take it all back.” Minho says, from his place folded deeply into Jisung’s arms. “I wish that everyone would leave me to lay here and rot away in peace.” 

“But we love you.” You say sweetly as you grab his cheek and pinch. Minho smiles at you, all teeth. Jeongin yells something in the background about how toast should not look that color. No matter what Minho says, you know this is the start of a very perfect birthday.

#stray kids #skz #lee know x reader #stray kids x reader #echo writes #there is mention of reader dating chan because i cant help myself ok #i was busy all day and once i was finally at my computer #I just wrote all this out in like two hours #HE DESERVES BIRTHDAY CUDDLES #happy lee know day

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Homestuck: Beyond Canon Upd8 for 413

Happy 413 everyone! We knew we were getting something today, as James announced that earlier. This time, it's an extensive news posts with notes from the whole team. Looks like we've got a few comic pages as well. Let's see what we got!

James: I can definitely relate to what James is saying. Homestuck and its community helped me keep going when it seemed like there genuinely wasn't a path forward. Obviously it hasn't always been sunshine and rainbows, but I do still feel there is a lot of genuine goodness and greatness in our little corner of the internet.

And yay! James is an Aradia fan!

Kim:

Kim is one of the people who grew up with this comic. I honestly can't imagine what that must be like. Although I had a lot of media I enjoyed at 13, I don't feel like any of it had the kind of impact on me then that Homestuck had now. It's not like there wasn't anything good on, either! It was 1993 when I was 13, and WB and Disney were at their apex. But Homestuck hit different. I honestly can't imagine what it was like being able to relate to those kids like they could be your friends in another life, growing up along side them.

Miles:

A beautiful mindfuck is a great way to describe it. Honestly the somewhat over the top, trollish, insincere seeming way that Miles is writing shows a great love for Homestuck and the project in and of itself. The love honestly does come through.

Chumi:

Chumi appears to be even younger than Kim, though I could be wrong there. And she also grew up with it, if maybe starting a couple of years into its run. But it goes a step further for her. Homestuck is her formative fandom. And again, I can't imagine what that must be like, let alone now creating art for it.

Andi:

Andi is another member of the team to have grown up alongside Homestuck. It makes sense that this would create the most talented and passionate people to work on the project. Like many fans, though, they also had Homestuck influence their identity and help them feel safe in discovering who they were. It will always be important we have people like them keeping this fandom alive.

floralmarsupial:

While the way Homestuck inspired me was different, she too was drawn in and influenced by the very artistic questions Homestuck posed. Looks like James has managed to put together a team that has all been impacted by Homestuck in subtly different ways. And I'm totally here for it!

Haven:

Oh wow! Coming in on Murderstuck! Ouch! Still, the effect Homestuck has had on them is very obvious!

It's nice to hear more from each voice behind the project. I'm glad they took the time to make this celebration a bit more personal. But with all that said and done, it's time to read an Upd8!

There is so much to talk about just from this image.

First off, this is the most like Bro that Dirk has ever looked. And it's not just the fact that we've just got a plain white silhouette with shades. There is a lot of chaos in this panel reminiscent of Bro's apartment. That outfit has absolutely never looked wackier. The anime ninja aesthetics combined with the pooffiness of those shorts is already crazy. But the Kamina cape in this looks more cliché villain than anime hero.

While we can't currently see one of the monitors, we absolutely can see that Dirk has been keeping track of our Meat crew. My guess is that the other monitor is Deltritus.

Also we get a throwback with some orange drinks floating about.

Dirk is, of course, being suitably condescending here. After all, in his mind this is the only way to make the narrative matter, to make anything that we'll give a shit about. He probably knows we still enjoy the "narrative kiddy pool" but he's counting on us truly getting invested in what he has planned.

Wow! Nice frame break! Also this art slaps!

Apparently Rose and Terezi are still a thing. Dirk only seems to partially approve of this. From his perspective, the relationship is a very Rose thing to do. And Rose doing Rose things is important to him and his plans. He also appreciates that Rose doesn't have infinite patience for the finetuning that Dirk could spend a literal eternity on. It keeps him on something resembling a schedule.

So are we going to see these "scions" of theirs?

I like that there's an obvious sea horse in that test tube. Also, outside of Hero mode Dirk is still sporting his character features at least. He hasn't slipped into being a full guardian yet.

Well fuck. That might just be the hardest anyone has ever "spoken too soon."

Hell yes! Adult Terezi is awesome! Also, she's not getting rid of her facial features any time soon!

I hope I didn't jinx that . . .

I'd forgotten Terezi can hear Dirk's narrative. She's also very much on the "Get on with it!" train. Dirk was planning to skip ahead anyway, but of course he wants to unveil his creation first.

So Terezi will be the one that actually makes sure the new session happens. I'm surprised Dirk is allowing that. I can definitely get why he doesn't want it automated.

I can honestly believe that Dirk really does care about his creation.

And I can honestly see Terezi playing the long game. I'm honestly curious why she wouldn't, beside Dirk's fuckery.

Ouch.

Also, damn this art is so fucking good!

We've seen the way Terezi can let what she sees as a mistake eat at her. We've seen how far she'll go to fix it. Is John's death doing that to her? Is even this older, seemingly more jaded Terezi unable to let something like that go even with what's at stake?

Or could she possibly be letting Dirk think that's what's going on? I really kinda hope that's it.

Now that's just being mean pretending you don't know what she meant by being in her "CH4MB3RS", Dirk.

Apparently Dirk still has a mouth when he needs to.

FUCKING!!!

DAMN!!!

That's an interesting way of showing them speaking at the same time. Kinda like it.

Okay. That is some legitimate Bullshit. I like that even Dirk calls it out as such. That is a ton of power to just flex like that. His reasoning is sound, but even he knows he's partly doing it because he can.

Wow.

There is so much to potentially read into this moment. On the one had, this might be a genuine Rose moment. Even if Dirk has been manipulating her a lot, this version of Rose might genuinely be appreciative of what they're trying to do.

The other possibility is that Rose is manipulating Dirk this time. There've been hints, and I find it hard to believe otherwise, the Rose is aware Dirk has been manipulating her somehow. She may not have figured out how he's doing it, but I feel she knows. As an ascended Seer of Light, her ability to read the most fortuitous path is literally godlike. I can't imagine that definition of fortune including one where she keeps losing more and more agency. So this might be a moment where she's telling Dirk what he needs to hear to stop him from stealing more from her.

The worst part is he genuine believes that.

#homestuck liveblog #live blog #live blogging #liveblog #liveblogging #upd8 spoilers #homestuck upd8 #update spoilers #upd8 #update #homestuck 2 #homestuck spoilers #homestuck #hsbc upd8 #hs spoilers #hsbc #hs #homestuck beyond canon spoilers #homestuck beyond canon

[animexts]

Misunderstanding | Gaara

Sumarry: A little misunderstanding results in cute moments between Gaara and Y/n

Pairing: Gaara X Fem!Reader |

Word count: 1.206

English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes. / Gif is not mine, I found it on Pinterest

I made up some events for the story to make sense I hope you don't mind

"Gaara! How are you doing?" Naruto says invading Gaara's room, giving the redhead a slight scare.

"Naruto, please have more respect." Y/n says entering right behind Naruto, and Gaara felt his heart speed up.

"She is here." Gaara thinks.

"We can do that, we've known Gaara since we were little" Naruto says smiling, and Y/n gives Naruto a light slap on the back of the head.

"It doesn't matter, Gaara is the Kazekage now." Y/n says and gives a slight smile looking at Gaara.

"That beautiful smile." Gaara thinks

"Sorry Gaara, but you know Naruto." Temari says entering the room.

"Don't worry Temari, I'm glad they're here." Gaara says, and looks directly at Y/n who is still lecturing Naruto.

"Do you want something to drink? You must be tired." Temari asks, and Y/n turns to her smiling.

"We're fine, thanks Temari." Y/n responds smiling

"Well, I have some things to do, but let me know if you need anything." Temari says, and closes the door.

"And to what do I have the honor of your presence?" Gaara says looking at his two childhood friends.

"Actually Gaara, we came here to give you an invitation, but actually this bighead lost his way." Y/n says pushing Naruto lightly, and he scratches the back of his neck with an embarrassed smile.

"I'm sorry Gaara, I don't know how I lost."

"But what's the invitation for anyway." Gaara asks seeing Naruto and Y/n's smiles widen.

"It's for a beautiful wedding Gaara!" Y/n says excitedly and Naruto nods in agreement.

"That's right, we're very excited." Naruto says making a high five with Y/n.

"They will marry?" Gaara thinks.

"We really want your presence there, that's why we came here to give you the invitation in person." Y/n says smiling.

"Of course they would end up together one day, it was always them against the world, it was selfish of me to think she could be mine, I can't even be present in her life." Gaara thinks.

"Hey Gaara can you hear us?" Naruto says getting close to Gaara's face.

"Sorry, I was just thinking."

"Are you okay Gaara?" Y/n asks worriedly analyzing Gaara's face.

"I'm fine, but I appreciate your concern." He says looking into Y/n's eyes.

He missed her so much, he thought about her so much every day, and now here she is, inviting him to her wedding with his best friend.

"Well, I'll be very happy to go."

"This is amazing Gaara, you are awesome!" Y/n says smiling brightly at Gaara

"That smile kills me." Gaara thinks as he watches Naruto and Y/n celebrate.

"I also wish you both happiness." Gaara says making them both stop and look at him confused.

"But how so?"

"For your marriage."

"WHAT?"

"Wait a minute Gaara, do you think the wedding is ours?" Y/n asks pointing at her and Naruto.

"I... thought so" Gaara says and Naruto pretends to vomit and earns a slap from Y/n.

"Y/n is awesome and all, but she's my awesome little sister." Naruto says messing up Y/n's hair.

"Why do you always do that Naruto?" Y/n says pushing Naruto and fixing his hair.

"I'm sorry for the misunderstanding Gaara, but I thought you knew that Naruto is like a brother to me."

"Yes just like you, Kankuro and Temari."

"Forgive me anyway." Gaara says, and tries to hide the relief and happiness on her face.

"Trust me Gaara, if Y/n were to marry someone, it would be you." Naruto speaks, and Y/n and Gaara blush.

"Look who's here, sorry I didn't see you two, I was busy, what are you doing here?" Kakuro says entering Gaara's office.

"We live here to invite Gaara to Asuma and Kurenai sensei's wedding." Naruto says excitedly, and Gaara sighs.

"This is so cool, come on, there's a snack waiting for you two." Kanruro says, and Naruto flashes his eyes running towards the door.

"Thank you, thank you, I'm hungry!" Naruto says, and the two leave leaving Gaara and Y/n alone.

The two look at each other a little embarrassed and Gaara gets up, going around the table and facing Y/n.

"I can't believe you thought Naruto and I were getting married." Y/n chuckling softly, and Gaara looks away still embarrassed.

"You guys are so close." Gaara says, and notices the bandage on his forearm.

Y/n follows her gaze, and smiles at the worried expression on her face.

"I did on my last mission, I'm fine."

"I know it can be selfish of me to want you, since I can't be present in your life, but I want you to know that even though your heart isn't mine, my heart is yours, it always has been and always will be." Gaara says taking Y/n's hand and giving a light kiss on the back of it.

"And who told you that my heart isn't yours too huh?" Y/n says holding Gaara's hand, and bringing her face closer to his making Gaara hold his breath.

"She's so close, should I…?" He thinks, and feels Y/n take his other hand as well.

"Stop thinking so much and do something Gaara, it's your golden chance." he thinks again

Gaara closes the space between them and gives a light kiss on her lips, and feels the famous butterflies in her stomach.

This was their first kiss, and Gaara can't remember the last time he felt so happy in his entire life.

"Y/n you're not hungry oh my god sorry to interrupt you guys." Temari says opening the door and making the two quickly walk away scared.

"No, you just scared us, that's all." Y/n says letting go of Gaara's hand and he already starts to miss the warmth of her hand.

"Oh fine, go get something to eat, Naruto told me you were starving." Temari says smiling gently at Y/n who smiles back.

"Alright, we'll talk later Gaara." Y/n leans down and kisses Gaara's cheek, pulling away quickly and walking towards the door.

"You thought they were going to get married, didn't you?" Temari says as Y/n leaves the office.

"It was just a little misunderstanding." Gaara says returning to his chair with red cheeks.

"If they were getting married, you'd have a picture of a married woman on your desk." Temari says laughing, and Gaara looks at the picture on his desk, it was from the day he officially became Kazekage, and of course, Y/n made an effort to go see it.

In the photo the two were side by side, Y/n had her arm hooked through Gaara's and the two were smiling shyly for the camera.

"It means I still have a chance." He says softly but Temari listens.

"I think you always had Gaara." Temari says and Gaara blushes more.

#naruto x reader #gaara x reader #shikamaru x reader #neji x reader #naruto x y/n #gaara imagines

[stinkysquirel]

. * . ⋆『𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐀 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥』⋆. * .

۵ Tate Langon x Reader

↳ Summary : Halloween being the only day Tate can leave the house, you decide to go celebrate at a haunted house. Tate comforts you before taking you to the beach.

↳ Warnings: None , just fluffy shit

↳ Word count : 838

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"Come on, we're gonna miss it!" Tate yelled from across the room.

You were examining yourself in the mirror, fixing any stray pieces of hair.  "I'm pretty sure it'll be open all night, there's no rush."

"Still! I wanna get there when all the actors aren't tired!" He whined.

You laughed at his antics and finally left your position in front of the mirror. "Alright let's go," you smiled. "Don't be crying when you get the shit scared out of you."

"I really doubt it'll be me that's crying." he teased.

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The bloody actor jumped out in front of you, taking you by surprise. Instinctively, you reached for Tate's arm, holding it close to your body and burying your face into his striped sweater. You were too startled to notice Tate's smile from above you.

The relationship between the two of you was still relatively new. It was only a week ago when you both finally told the other how you felt about each other.

Even thinking about that night made his chest get tight ; a tingle would even faintly appear in his stomach. The words you said to him replayed in his head in a loop constantly. Even when you would leave the house, he'd be anticipating your return like a puppy.

He'd never felt like this with anyone before. But he didn't want to hold back the way he felt towards you. He'd leave cute messages on your chalkboard when you would leave so you'd see them for when you came back.

"You okay y/n?" he asked, stroking your head lightly in an attempt to comfort you.

You didn't even respond but just hugged his torso, not wanting to be inside the terrifying attraction any longer.

Tate wrapped his arm around you holding you close as he began to lead you through the rest of the way. Occasionally you'd hear a loud sound that would make you jump slightly against him.

"We're almost at the end, okay? You won't have to endure this for much longer."

You nodded, removing yourself from his sweater to look up at him. He gave you a reassuring smile. He hesitated before landing a kiss on your forehead.

The rest of the house wasn't as bad as before. Tate's simple act of affection had distracted you well enough to tone out all the loud sounds and screams to make it to the end.

Still though, a weight lifted off your chest when you both reached the exit. Only then did you open your clenched eyes to look up at him once more. A light red color was dusting over his cheeks.

It was the first time he'd ever shown any kind of affection to anyone. He'd really fallen for you hard and he knew it, but still wasn't sure how to express it.

"How are you holding up?" He asked, rubbing your back.

"I'm better now, but that's thanks to you." you smiled, looking up at him with a blush on your cheeks.

He didn't know how to respond, but the way he smiled and fidgeted let you know how he felt.

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Halloween night was coming to an end with the both of you sitting on a towel on the beach. You watched the sun set on the crashing waves as Tate held you close with your head resting on his shoulder.

The two of you were incredibly nervous, but not uncomfortable. Butterflies fluttered intensely in your stomach as you further inhaled his scent.

All Tate could do was smile. He could feel his cheeks absolutely burning up. This was all so new for him. Just feeling the warmth of your body heat on him made him go insane.

"I'm glad we did this, I've never been so happy." you said turning towards him.

He looked straight into your eyes as he listened to you speak. His gaze was so intense that it almost made you cower under him.

"I really like you, you know, I .. value you in a way that's so foreign to me and I don't know how to explain it to you. I just want to-"

Before you could even blink his lips were placed onto yours, but only for a moment. "I'm sorry, I should've asked.." he sounded so worried that it almost made you want to laugh.

"Don't be silly Tate, I really like you too, and I would be lying if I said I haven't wondered what your lips felt like." You smirked. You honestly didn't know where the sudden confidence came from, but Tate seemed to enjoy it.

He enjoyed it so much in fact that he didn't hesitate to kiss your lips again. But this time you both actually had time to melt into each other. His hand made its way to your cheek holding it softly.

The waves continued to crash around the both of you making the whole thing feel surreal.

And suddenly Halloween became your favorite day of the year.

#tate ahs #tate langdon #american horror story #murder house #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon x you #ahs murder house #halloween #evan peters

[chaepu]

Special Birthday - Minatozaki Sana

pairing: minatozaki sana x reader genre: fluff

after a night of celebrating y/n's birthday with all of their friends, sana and y/n head upstairs to get ready for bed.

sana rested on the bed as she watches y/n emerge from the bathroom with sana's sweater on and her hair wet. she opens her arms for y/n to cuddle up to her and she does just that.

"how did you enjoy your birthday?" sana asks "i loved every second of it" y/n smiles up to sana as she says that. "like you don't understand how much it means to me."

sana smiles back at her and waits a moment because it looks as if y/n has more she wants to say. when she doesn't speak, sana begins to take control of the conversation.

"i'm so glad everyone was able to make it. i know mina was working on a deadline and jihyo flew in today so the fact that they were there before us, i'm happy everything worked out." sana explains.

y/n doesn't say anything but sana feels something is wrong. "baby, what's wrong?" she asks in a frantic, seeing y/n with little tears falling down her face.

y/n plays with sana's fingers as they sit up to look at each other, "i've only really told nayeon this, but i used to really hate my birthday. when i moved out and was in college, i treated my birthday as any other day. i didn't tell anyone when it was, and didn't really acknowledge it." sana nods at her so let her know she's still listening and y/n continues. "yeah i went to dinners and stuff but for some reason i still hated it. then i decided a few years ago that i would celebrate my birthday, because why shouldn't i be happy that i was born?"

sana squeezes y/n's hand as an act of reassurance, rather than speaking so she doesn't interrupt her.

"i would do the things i like, like going to the movies, grabbing dinner and i would let people know that it was my birthday. and we would celebrate by going out to eat, karaoke.. stuff like that, but for some reason… i still hated it. i think i came to the realization that my birthday always felt lonely. i felt alone at the end of the night. like i didn't have anyone, and that the people around me celebrating were doing it because they had to, not really because they wanted to."

the room felt heavy at that moment. this is the first time sana has heard y/n talk about her birthday like this and in general, ever spoken like this. the only other time she's heard y/n this timid was when she was confessing her love for sana two years ago.

"but then i met you… you don't understand how much i mean it when i say i appreciate you so much, especially on my birthday, because you've reinvented how i feel about it. even before we started dating, you made me feel so special on a day that i hated so much. the way you would do your best to spend the entire day with me, and all the little things… they never went unnoticed. i realized that if i was only allowed to spend my birthday with you, i wouldn't care because being with you, i never feel lonely."

y/n wiped the little tear that fell from sana's cheek and continued.

"i don't hate this day as much as i did because you make me feel worth of having a day for myself. i don't get that hollow feeling at night when i come home. and i don't feel like everyone around me is doing things because they have to. i feel like i've found people i truly love and respect, and care for. i don't see a life without the others, and especially you, sana. you've changed my life in ways i never tell you because i don't know how to express the amount of gratitude i have for you. you deserve the world because when i'm with you, you make me feel like that, like i have the entire world in the palm of my hand."

"baby…" sana interrupts, as if she can't handle anymore of this confession.

"i don't know if that was enough but i just want you to know how much i love you and the effort you put into making me feel special."

"baby that was more than enough. i love you so much and i hate that you used to feel like you did back then. you deserve more than the world and i wish i could give it to you because i love you more than words could explain. i'm so happy that you were born and that you are able to grace everyone and me with you. you are special. you're the best thing that has ever happened to me and i will always do my best to make sure you know that."

both sana and y/n are just crying in each other's arms.

"if i had a ring, i'd propose to you right now." y/n says and they both laugh.

"not unless i get to it first." sana says.

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a/n: quick imagine in my drafts. thanks for all the love on my other posts! question.. more angst or fluff?

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[luxu1230]

Aweesome but this is a very specific request so feel free to ignore if you cant do it🙏Would you do headcanons or something about Ice being Muslim? Its just that i never saw anything like that and i would love especialy now that were in Ramadan thanks a lot❤🙏🙏no pressure🙏

(Okay I've had to do a tiny bit of research so I hope I'm right with some things. I also don't know how the USA military deals with Ramadan as I live in the UK but here we go).

Not many people knew that Iceman's mother was Muslim and that while she loved her Religion she also loved her husband and son. So in a way he (Iceman) also grew up knowing about his mother's religion and he grew a love of it too and while his father didn't fully celebrate their religious holidays he had always been supportive.

While he was younger he had always asked his mother why father didn't pray or celebrate fully. She sat him down and explained that while she loves her husband more than anything she wasn't going to force him into doing something he doesn't want to do and that she's perfectly happy that she found someone who supports her fully in wanting to keep her religious beliefs rather than having to give them up.

It's not until he's six and his mother has died of cancer and he's forced to move halfway round the globe so his father can continue his Admiral duties that he realises he couldn't bear to celebrate without his mother there and so his religion slips through his fingers.

It's not until years later where friends have been shot down and relationships have been built, some broke but some stayed especially a certain shot stack of a maniac. That one day he passes by a mosque and he doesn't know what compels his to go inside but he does and he feels the connection he lost with his mother returning and he can't help but join the prayers.

It feels like home.

He later returns home and tells everything to Maverick and he can't help but break down when Mav asks him if he wants to continue going to the mosque and celebrate his religion and how while he understands practically nothing of it having been bounced around in foster care as a child he'll support him in any way.

He now understands why his mother loved his father so much to not understand but still be supportive of them is like a true breath of air.

So he returns to his roots and while the Quran exempts him from Ramadan due to being a soldier he can't help but do it each year and even laughs when Mav says he'll try only to walk in on him halfway through the day snacking on a biscuit which makes them both laugh.

He can't help but love Eid Al Fitr and make plenty of food to give out to the local mosques to help out as many people as he can.

He loves his roots and he's so glad he finally understands why his mother was happy with his father.

(I hope you enjoyed that. I also hope it meets your request it was also fun doing a bit of research for it.)

#top gun maverick #top gun #request #luxu1230 #icemav #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #muslim #fanfiction prompts #headcanon