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spideysbruh · 4 months

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anniversary

a post from every year on their anniversay 🩷🩷

year one-

tchalamet just posted a story!

caption- one year 😳🩷

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y/n so elated, I'm a happy girl 🩷

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randocalrissian happy era !!!

yourfriend !!!!

tchalamet 🩷🩷

year two-

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tchalamet two years with the love of my life. I know I'll love you forever.

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chalshal this soft launch is killing me oh my goddd

dunesarrakis it's @y/n they like each other's posts and she's been seen out with him and even Pauline so much !!

paulstimmy I'm fine... im sooo fine and so chill about this😁😁😁....😭😭😭😭🔫🔫🔫

y/n upgraded to an insta post this year lets gooo

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tchalamet only many more to come

cinderellayn what's next year? marriage 🤔🤔🤭🤭

rachelzegler happy two years guys !!! love you both 🫶

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y/n two years of doing silly little things with you, my beautiful boy.

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badideayn BEAUTIFUL BOY 😭😭😭🫶🫶

arrakischalamet OMFGGGG

kylestimmy BRO I KNEW ITTTT

tchalamet I love you

year three-

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tchalamet loving you is the biggest fucking privilege in the world. I feel sorry for every person that doesn't get to know you and be loved by you. it's the best feeling. I love you, y/n. happy anniversary, baby.

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chalsharry sooooo happy for you guys 😁😁 (I am going to kms over this)

timotheesknees they are too cute oh my word

y/n sobbing. thank you my love

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tchalamet no, thank YOU

kylescigarette the caption... I need a bf sooooo bad

tsgf damn she ugly

bonestimmy damn you're a weirdo

ynscurtains hottest couple ever me thinks

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y/n three years 😳 I love you more than words can express. thank you for loving me, walking with me in the freezing cold cause I need a snack, and for putting up with me and my random fun facts. I love you forever, timmy.

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especiallytimothee THE WAY THE SECOND PICS IN BOTH OF THEIR POSTS MATCH OMGGG

duneschalamet THE SECOND PIC 💀💀💀💀 lucky girl fr...

timmyslay the last pic LOLL he's so cute

ynsgirlfriend oh to hear her random fun facts

timmyynstan obsessed w their posts about each other

tchalamet I could never get tired of you or your fun facts, your knowledge astounds me every time.

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sunshinetimmy I'm literally so lonely

year four-

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tchalamet four years with my muse. I love you mon amour. i love how much you support me in everything I do, and give me guidance when I need it (your candor is much appreciated) I knew when we first met and you made me laugh harder than anyone else ever has that you were gonna change my life, and that you were the girl of my dreams. happy anniversary my lovely girl.

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wonkatimmy WHEN WILL SOMEBODY LOVE ME🤣🤣🤣

timmysgf manifesting they break up soon 🙏🏼

arrakisyn HE AINT GONNA DATE YOU 🗣🗣

dunepaul y/n is too beautiful I swearrr

y/n 🥺🥺🥺 I love you hottie

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y/n happy anniversary my darling boy, you make me feel like the most loved girl in the world. I am so lucky and so grateful and so incredibly elated to be with you.

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tchalamet you ARE the most loved girl in the world

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wallowsyn I wonder how many pics she has of him that we'll never see...

tsgf she's definitely not the most loved... idk a single person irl that knows her or even likes her LOL

laurieslaurence yall are too cuteeee I swear

tchalamet I love you.

year five-

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tchalamet happy five years, my love. i don't know how i survived before i met you. every day with you is a dream. I love that I'm still learning new things about you.

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florencepugh you guyssss are the best couple I swear

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timmysbath I look forward to their anniversay posts every year

tsgf well they're gonna break up soon according to the celeb gossip accounts so say goodbye to that

laurieslaurence girl where did you hear that LMAOO just so delusional I swear

paulstimmy "celeb gossip sites" just say its from your own head and go

y/n 🥺🥺 being with you is the best thing to ever happen to me

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wonkaswhore THE LAST PICCC OMGGG 😳😳

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y/n I'll forever be your own personal photographer. whether a cannibal, chocolatier, or the heir of house atreides, i'm with you for as long as you'll have me. happy anniversary my lovely, talented, beautiful, sweet boy.

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moderntimmy a cannibal 😭😭 she's a bones and all stan fr

y/n hell yeah best movie ever!! I watch it when I miss him 💀💀

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tchalamet how does forever sound?

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paulsdunes I LOVE YALL SO MUCHHH

floralyn HE'S SO CUTEEEE IMMA KMS

tchalamet I love you so badddd good lord

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floralyn hes so in loveee 😭😭

year six-

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tchalamet happy six years, my fiancé.

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ynandtimstan CRYINGGG can't believe they're engaged now I'm so happy for them

dunestimmy I ❤️ my parents

lauriexamy that one account is kicking the ground fr

y/n ummmm where's my paragraph this year? 🙄

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tchalamet being written down for my vows, where's mine? 🤔

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y/n this time next year we'll be husband and wife. I don't know what I did in a past life to deserve this, but I'm sooo fucking grateful. I love you my fiancé!!!!

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yourfriend wedding of the century!!!

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lauriesring god I wish I was friends with them

tchalamet okay you said you wouldnt post that last one !!!

y/n I never said that! you're just so cuteeeeee, bub !!!!!

rachelzegler when are we going dress shoppinggggg

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tchalamet I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.

#timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet fanfiction #timothee chalamet imagine #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee imagine #timothee x reader #timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet au #timothee chalamet social media au #timothee chalamet x you #timmy chalamet #timothee fanfic #social media au

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hiromicota · 1 year

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Earlier today, Paizo announced long awaited books for their Asian inspired continent Tian Xia. Unlike many other companies attempting projects that large, Paizo went out of their way to hire damn near every Asian TTRPG writer in the business.

I’ve worked on ~100 books & games. I’m often the only Asian on a project. It’s rare to have more than 1 other Asian on a book with me.

The Tian Xia books?

There were like 40 of us! 😲

I’m really glad that Paizo took the time to do this right. 💚

Players are going to see what a difference that level of representation makes when they get their hands on Tian Xia & see the massive diversity of Asian cultures & experiences reflected in the books.

I’m not just talking about countries or ethnicities; there’s also different stories of identity — diasporic groups, immigrant experiences, people reconnecting with their heritage, refugees, people finding & making places of belonging, … The sheer breadth of Asian experiences and identities represented in Pathfinder’s Tian Xia team and in our books is astounding.

This is why representation matters.

#pathfinder #pathfinder 2nd edition #pathfinder 2e #tian xia #ttrpg #paizo publishing #paizo #asian representation #representation matters #asians represent #roleplaying games #lost omens

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javierpena-inatacvest · 8 months

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For your 500 follower celebration, could I request #5 with Javi? (And if it strikes any inspiration for you, I’d go feral if it involved squirting) You’re so talented and it’s always such a joy to see that you’ve posted!! Thank you for sharing your stories with us 🫶🫶

ANON. PLEASE.

ask and you shall receive 🥵

Again

Summary: After Javi leaves the house looking even more handsome than usual, you can't stop thinking about him all day. Once the two of you are finally alone, he helps to solve your neediness (over and over again).

Word count: 1.8K

Warnings: SMUT (18+), established relationship, oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, praise kink, squirting!!!

A/N: This prompt made me unwell. That is all.

Can be read as a stand alone or part of the It's Never Too Late series!

Prompt from the 500 Followers Celebration requests!

The way you had been toying with Javi all night had put him in a mood. You weren’t sure what had gotten into you- maybe it was the fact that Javi had just gotten his haircut and he decided to wear your favorite gray suit (the one that made him look so broad, it made it look like the seams of his jacket were hanging on for dear life). Not that Javi didn’t look handsome every damn day, but something about seeing him this particular morning before you left for work had you feeling absolutely feral.

Your boyfriend looked fucking hot.

And if those two things weren’t enough, the real cherry on top was that you couldn’t do anything about it until later that night after your weekly dinner at his dad’s. The two of you had met there separately after work, needing to stay late to finish grading some of the book reports your students had just turned in. As you walked in through the front door of the Peña ranch, you kicked off your shoes and made your way to the kitchen to find Javi, the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled halfway up his forearms, tie gone, and two more buttons that the usual amount already undone from around his neck, the golden glisten of his tanned chest peeking out through the opening of his shirt.

“Hey, Hermosa!” He beamed at your presence, pulling you in for a hug and a kiss that he could immediately sense was much more intense than your average after work greeting, especially in front of Chucho. “You have a good day at work, baby?” He smirked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Hhhmm?” You responded, not hearing a single word that he had said, astounded that even after working a full day, this man somehow looked hotter than he did this morning. Honestly at this point, you really just hoped you weren’t drooling onto Chucho’s kitchen floor.

“I asked if you had a good day?” His grin now even bigger, the sneaking suspicion he had in the back of his mind now confirmed by the way you were ogling at him. He leaned back down, wrapping his hand around your waist, dangerously close to your ass, thinking he was going back in for a quick kiss on the cheek. To your delight, or better yet, torture, he nipped at your ear, rasping lowly against your neck.

“You keep undressing me with your eyes like that, I’m gonna make you cum so many times when we get home, you aren’t gonna be able to walk straight.”

It took everything in you not to audibly moan, his words making you shiver, feeling pathetic at how you could already start to feel the wet patch growing in your underwear from how desperately you needed him.

“You ready for dinner, kids?” Chucho asked from across the room, finishing setting the table. Thank God his question at least snapped some sense into you, having to physically shake your head to ground yourself back to reality.

“Looks great, Pops! I’m starving.” He headed over to the table, winking back at you before taking a seat at the table. Jesus Christ, this man was a menace.

It was safe to say that today was truly a first- you had never been so horny eating a plate of tamales, but you guessed there was a first time for everything. One of your hands was practically glued to Javi under the table- running your hand along his leg, tugging at the fabric of his dress pants, slowly creeping your way closer and closer up his thigh, and that wasn’t even taking into account the fact you you had been playing footsies with him from the moment you sat down.

As you said your goodbyes and thanked Chucho for the dinner (to be fair, he could have burnt it to a crisp and you would have been too distracted to care), and headed back to your cars, you were almost thankful you had to drive separately, because if you hadn’t, there was a strong probability you weren’t making it 10 feet down the driveway before crawling all over Javi.

You wasted no time running up the stairs to your apartment, knowing that you had beat Javi home by just a few minutes, stripping yourself naked and hopping yourself into your bed to wait for him. Your heart raced as you heard the door open, Javi making his way directly to the bedroom, following the trail of clothes you had left for him.

“Oh, fuck me.” He groaned, walking in to find you spread out on the bed waiting for him, practically squirming in the sheets from how badly you needed him.

“Yeah, that’s the hope.” You raised an eyebrow at him as he crawled over the edge of the bed, gently nudging your knees open to reveal the slick pooling along your thighs. He chuckled to himself as he pushed up the sleeves of his shirt, taking two fingers, barely grazing through your folds, making you whimper.

“Jesus, hermosa. You’re so fucking wet. Haven’t even touched you yet and you’re fucking soaked. This all from thinking about me, pretty girl?” He mewled, the lust in his eyes growing as he watched you writhe under his touch.

“Mhmmmmmm.” You moaned, biting down on your lip, shaking your head frantically, unable to string words together to make a coherent sentence.

“Need you to use your words, baby. Tell me what you need.” He teased, the pressure of his fingers gently pushing against your sex, collecting your arousal, knowing exactly what you needed.

“I need you Javi, please I need you so bad. I’ve needed you all day, fuck, I want you to fuck me so bad. Please.” You begged, so worked up that Javi was barely touching you and you were already grabbing fistfuls of your bedsheets, trying to find any sort of release.

“So needy, hermosa…” He tutted, planting a soft kiss on your inner thigh before leaning his body over yours, pressing a hot, wet kiss against your neck, nipping at your pulse point. He grabbed your wrists draped by your sides, bringing them above your head, easily holding them down in place in the width of his large palm. “But sometimes needy girls have to be patient, don’t they? I’ll fuck you, hermosa, don’t you worry, but not until I make you cum as many times as I want first.” The way he growled his words sent a shiver down your spine as he made his way back down your body, kissing every inch of you before finding himself nestled between your legs, face to face with your dripping heat.

If there was one thing that Javier Peña was, it was that he was a man true to his word. He had already made you cum 3 times with just his tongue alone, and he had no intentions of easing up anytime soon. He had let you come down from your third high, grinning up at your blissed out face, his mustache covered in your slick. Your cunt was aching from clenching around nothing, desperate to have something, anything, fill the throbbing. “Javi pleaseee…” you whimpered, “please, I need you inside me.”

“Such a good girl, asking so nicely. Give me one more with my fingers and then I’ll let you cum all over my cock. Think you can do that, sweet girl?”

You nodded feverishly, Javi satisfied with your answer, diving his head back down between your thighs, licking a flat, broad strip against your throbbing bundle of nerves as he pushed his two, thick fingers into your pussy, the fullness making you whimper, reaching down to run your hand through Javi’s hair, tugging at the ends of his dark brown locks. Even after 3 orgasms, Javi was still relentless, lapping you up like a man starved. The way he was licking and sucking at your throbbing bundle of nerves, on top of the width of his digits now pulsing in and out of your heat had you practically sobbing in pleasure, the base already building at the base of your spine, so worked up, you knew it wouldn’t take much to have you falling apart again. Javi licked in long broad strokes before pushing his fingers even deeper, now so far in your heat the base of his knuckles were bumping against your entrance. Without even thrusting his hand in and out, he curled his fingers, stroking against the you g-spot, punching into that soft spongy spot that made the coil start to build in your belly. But something about the way the arousal was beginning to build in you felt different than normal- it was throbbing, intense, a pressure collecting inside your cunt and you couldn’t quite describe, but enough to make you tug hard enough on Javi’s hair for him to lift his head while continuing the pulsing of his fingers.

He looked up at you, your face a mixture of confusion and pleasure as you fisted at the bedsheets, gulping as you moaned. “Javi… oh shit, fuck, baby what the fuck I feel like I’m gonna cum but I feel like I gonna pee too, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Your words made Javi’s smirk turn into a devilish grin, now taking his free hand, draping it across your stomach, gently pressing the palm of his hand into your pelvis, only intensifying the pressure building inside you, making you gasp, knowing how close you were to your release.

“It’s okay, pretty girl. Let go for me baby.” You wanted to fight back, tell him to stop out of fear of what you thought was going to happen, but with only a few more thrusts of his fingers, something inside you snapped, pleasure flooding through your body, making you scream Javi’s name as you could feel yourself cuming. But something about the sensation felt different than normal. Your cunt clenched so around his fingers, your orgasm sending shockwaves through your body, practically making you see stars you were cuming so hard. Suddenly, you felt yourself absolutely gush around Javi’s hand as he pulled out, spraying his stomach with your slick, drenching his shirt. You could feel the wetness dripping down your legs as you finally came to after hitting your high, your face now beet red in embarrassment now realizing what you had just done. You buried your face in your hands after seeing how you had soaked his shirt and the sheets below you, unable to even bring yourself to look at Javi, absolutely mortified.

“Oh, fuck.” He mewled, jaw hanging half open in a boyish grin as he stared down at the mess you had made.

“Javi… Oh my god… I’m so sorry- I- I didn’t know that was gonna happen, oh Jesus Christ, I’m so sorry, I’ve never done that before, I had no idea-” Your voice was barely above a whisper, practically on the verge of tears as Javi pulled your hands off your face, forcing you to look at the shock and delight on his smirking face.

“Do it again.”

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felikatze · 5 months

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i've had these thoughts before with sasasap, but now having played isat for basically 5 hours straight i am once again astounded by how just. perfect. siffrin's personality is to allow the game's premise, and it starts with his damn dnd class.

siffrin isn't the hero, they're the rogue. this alone allows them several personality trappings that help the story structure

their position as rogue means it's only natural for them to investigate the traps first - making him most likely to die from them in stupid ways.

he's very quiet and rarely speaks up, which means it's much less noticable when he's not listening, explaining how everyone proceeds as normal even when using the "zone out" function - he just didn't speak up in conversation in the first place

people are less likely to notice siffrin behaving weirdly because they struggle to socialize. odd mannerisms get waved off as "siffrin being siffrin"

siffrin has an intense desire to make their friends happy, which gives them incentive to change and keep loops the same - he fine tunes his deliveries for the best results, and then sticks by the successful script every loop thereafter.

(it's also just very cute how siffrin will make the pun every single time and nothing can stop them)

(honestly wanting to make others happy is for sure why he has the funnyguy persona in the first place)

just!! they're a combination of the silent loner rogue AND the laidback funnyguy assassin, baked into one by a connecting thread of social awkwardness. you can just TELL siffrin isn't used to having company, to having friends, and it's so cleae how much he loves the party just from how hard he tries.

.....also their struggle to talk and interact with others "properly" reminds me a lot of myself.... when siffrin says they just like to listen to everybody talk, without contributing because they have nothing to say... just being there and being included....

yeah dude i get it

#feli speaks #sasasap #isat #in stars and time #you should play in stars and time NOW out on PC nintendo switch and playstation!!!

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docwritesshit · 6 months

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It's the Little Things

Blurb: Basically the moments that the LMK gang loves

Authors note: I was feeling soft when I woke up so have at it

It's the more domestic moments with you

Why you guys are out grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning together

It just gives him a place of comfort, of stability

It gives him peace

When you reach over him to grab something while your cooking, give him a kiss on the cheek and he will positively melt

Cook him his favorite meal when he's off work and resting? Be prepared to be smothered with kisses as soon as they see what you are doing

Wukong

Those moments when you smile

Seriously, this guy will look at your smile all day and not be bored

If you're insecure about your smile and you share that with him, he will be flabbergasted.

How could you? It's so beautiful

It's the way your eyes light up that does it for him, the way he can see the genuine happiness in you

Damn, he loves that smile

Macaque

The moments when you comfort him

Trust me, this man is hard to get close to, so good on you for getting there!

He's a tease for sure, but relishes the more quiet moments where you hold him and play with his hair as you try and get him to sleep

He loves it when you just listen to him rant about things.

The small touches you give when he gets angry

Those kill him every time

Redson

Absolutely adores your silence

Let me explain-

When you both are in their workshop, and he's just ranting about things you don't understand, just the way you look at her as you quietly listen makes them combust

And if you're asking questions to actually understand? Oh this man is on the floor

Just the comfortable silence that hangs in the air, it wrap him like a warm blanket

Ao Lie

Now this one is the opposite

He loves it when you go on tangents that last hours and hours

He will happily listen to you, no matter what the topic is about

(he's leaned not to ask questions on how you know so much about certain topics)

It's honestly astounding how you can be so quiet in front of others to him, you love to talk!

But he's half you like to talk to him

(and that's all I got for today)

#lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk x reader #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque #lmk macaque x reader #lmk sun wukong x reader #lmk ao lie #lmk ao lie x reader #lmk mk x reader #lmk mk

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ultimateinferno · 1 year

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Every so often I sit back and think how astounding it is that all 19 mainline Zelda games are like... good? Like someone can run up to me and say any game is their favorite and I'd be all "I 100% understand. Hell yeah." Like, putting it into words 19 out of 19 games through 35+ years and many generations, Zelda has released just a fun time. Sure, many have problems but none of them have truly reached anywhere near subpar (in the "accurate" usage of the word).

However, looking at other game series and... damn son many gave out on their third or forth installment, maybe. When I hear other long running series are getting sequels, I think "damn, again? Can they just let it end?" When I hear Zelda is getting a sequel I think "fuck yeah, let's fucking gooooo."

Like maybe Zelda 2 is bad 35 years later. Maybe. But like... tripping once in the 80s and then chugging along nicely ever since is still impressive. And I think Zelda 2 has lots of things going for it and it's harsher edges are sanded down by modern emulation trends such as save states.

Regardless. 19 out 19 at least decent games, with most being plain good. Fucking insane. Here's to number 20 keeping up the streak hopefully.

I love being a Zelda fan.

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 1 year

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Tranquility.

You're not good at keeping secrets from the boys. Turns out, Will isn't either.

Pairing - Will Miller x female reader. Benny Miller, Santiago Garcia, Frankie Morales x female reader.

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - Brief allusion to sexual content. No cursing in this one!!

Word Count - 4.3k

Author's Note - hi lovelies. here's another triple frontier fic for you all!! i love writing these boys so much. we all know by now that i am a total will girly, so it's no surprise he takes the lead in this one. but all the boys are included - i can't leave them out <3. as always, if you have any specific requests or thoughts, send them over!! lots of love x

my other triple frontier fics - Tethered, Time, and Home Is Where The Heart Is.

Masterlist. Requests.

“Baby, we gotta go!”

“Coming!” you yell, running down the stairs with a duffel bag in your hand. “Almost forgot my toothbrush.”

“You’d forget your head if it wasn’t on your neck,” Will winks, nudging you with his shoulder.

“Shut up, Miller,” you tease, no real malice in your voice. You lean up to peck his lips gently, before he takes a step back.

“We can’t be late again. I can’t make up another excuse – last time was bad enough.”

“That was literally your fault! You were the one that couldn’t keep your hands off me, like some sort of teenage boy,” you laugh.

“It was the green dress’ fault, not mine. I don’t regret it,” he chuckles.

Will winks at you again before picking up your bags and walking outside to pack up the car.

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Four days by the lake with your boys sounded like complete and utter bliss. When Frankie had suggested it, initially, everyone had laughed it off. Realistically, it wouldn’t work. You all struggle to plan a day off at the same time, never mind multiple. It sounded like a sweet little idea. Nothing more.

Then, life got stressful. Work was tough on everyone, families causing issues, deadlines looming – the mundane routine of every day wearing the five of you down. Eventually, it was Santiago that snapped.

“We’re going to that damn lake house,” he exclaimed one evening in Benny’s backyard. “I don’t care what we have to do. I don’t care if we all have to call in sick. We are going to the lake house.”

He looked around at his friends, expecting them to instantly shut him down. Instead, he was met with unanimous nods of agreement.

That was months ago. It was a logistical nightmare, working out your schedules to intertwine with each other, but you did it. You were ridiculously ready for four days of swimming, drinking, sunbathing and laughing with your favourite people in the entire world. It sounded like the well deserved break everyone needed.

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Will’s warm palm meets the bare skin of your thigh as he drives. The roads are long and monotonous, but you don’t care. Everything is an adventure with him.

“You still sure about not telling ‘em?” he asks, blue eyes flitting over to you briefly. He’s got a gentle smile on his face. He always does when he’s with you. It’s like his default setting.

“Yeah, I think I am. Are you?”

“Yeah. Think we should live in paradise a little longer.”

“Paradise, huh?” you tease, squeezing his hand.

“You know it is. I’m on cloud nine every moment I’m with you, baby.”

His words make your head spin, and you’re glad you’re sitting down already. You wonder everyday how you got so lucky. It’s rare, to know with full certainty that you are someone’s favourite person in the world. The centre of their universe. Sometimes, it’s overwhelming. Mostly, it’s astounding. It warms up your bones, settles itself carefully into your ribcage, pumping your heart to the beat of Will’s love. What a gift.

Which is why you’ve decided to keep the two of you a secret from the boys. You know that it won’t change anything between the group, not really – but you’re a little worried nonetheless. It’s scary, altering a dynamic that works so well. The five of you, stuck like glue, know each other like the lyrics to your favourite songs. You know each others strengths, weaknesses, favourite ice cream flavours, middle names, star signs, families – everything. It’s the kind of friendship that binds you together for life. Changing that in any way would break your heart. Will’s too. You know, deep down, that they’ll be perfectly accepting. But the fear still lingers, ugly and unwavering.

Also - you and Will didn’t take the most conventional route into a relationship.

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The two of you met in Delta Force. Co-workers, first. Comrades in arms. He had your back, you had his. You saved each other’s lives countless times. You’d stitch up each other’s wounds, carry each other back to base, share your water even though you only had a drop left. You were a team.

Then, you became friends. It’s hard not to, when you’re thrown into a life-or-death situation. You spent 24 hours a day together, wherever you were sent – sometimes Asia, sometimes South America, sometimes Africa. You got to know each other, learnt one another’s quirks and habits and likes and dislikes. The five of you bonded quickly and effortlessly. It made you a slick team, your missions running like clockwork. You could all predict each other’s movements, finish each other’s sentences. It’s what made you so successful, so revered.

After Delta Force, you became friends outside of work. Forced proximity friendship is one thing, but actually making the time to see each other back on home soil is another. You were worried that you were going to drift, and all of the trust built would perish. That wasn’t the case. The five of you quickly adjusted to being home together. You’d all spend Saturdays in Frankie’s backyard, Friday nights on Santiago’s porch, Sundays in Will’s kitchen. You’d pop by and see Benny on a Wednesday night after work, ready to watch another episode of that reality show you both couldn’t get enough of. You’d see Will any chance you got. Sunday morning farmers market trips and early swims and pancakes for breakfast and why don’t you just stay over? It’ll save you driving home.

You’d been best friends with Will for years before you realised how you felt about him.

It’d hit you, all of a sudden, one Sunday morning. You drove over to Will’s to pick him up, ready to go to the flea market downtown. You were going to grab lunch after, maybe cook some dinner together later. Just an average day.

You let yourself in to his house using the key he’d had made for you years ago. You had keys to all the boy’s places – just in case. You found Will at the stove, shirtless, golden skin on display. Whatever he was cooking smelled heavenly, and you wondered for a minute how it was fair that he was talented at everything.

“Morning, Miller,” you sing, throwing your bag down and striding over to him.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he replies, turning around to face you. He opens his arms and you step into his space, wrapping yourself around him and resting your head on his bare chest. You inhale, breathing in his scent deliberately. He smells like warmth and sleep and sunshine and promises.

You take a step back, craning your neck to look at him. The morning sunlight is gleaming through the windows, casting a gold hue across the room. Will’s hair is glowing, illuminating him like some sort of halo. Angelic boy.

Those ocean blue eyes survey you carefully. He rests his hands on your hips, pulling you in closer.

“What’s on your mind? I can see it runnin’ a mile a minute,” he murmurs. You try to look down, but he catches your chin with his thumb and forefinger, gently guiding you back up.

How do you explain that you’ve just realised that you’re completely, utterly, irreversibly in love with Will Miller? That it’s just dawned on you like a sunrise, warm and promising? How do you tell someone that you’re quite convinced you’ll drop dead if you don’t kiss them immediately? Is it even possible to explain these feelings? Is it possible to put all of these emotions into words? Are there enough words in any language to explain the enormity of what you’re experiencing?

Instead, you simply say,

“I’m in love with you.”

Will’s pupils blow wide, and he sways slightly, as if the weight of your confession has knocked him off balance. You steady him by cradling his face, forcing him to look at you.

“You don’t have to say it back,” you continue. “But I’ve kind of just put the pieces together, and it seems stupid not to tell you. You of all people know that life is short and fragile and can change in the blink of an eye, so I just thought –”

Will cuts you off by smashing his lips against yours. The kiss is passionate and tender and so full of love you’re convinced you could get drunk off it. He pulls back for air and looks at you earnestly.

“Don’t have to say it back? Sweetheart, do you know how often I’ve dreamt of you saying those words to me?”

You can’t help but break out into a grin. You feel like you’re floating, levitating above ground, held up purely by the love William Miller has for you.

“You have?” you ask, disbelief written on your features. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I was waiting for you,” he beams. “I knew you’d figure it out eventually.”

You smile at him ear to ear before jumping into his arms. You kiss him again, legs wrapping around his waist to anchor yourself, closing the distance. He spins around the kitchen with you in his arms, the joy of being in love filling the room.

Suddenly, Will puts you down.

“Stay here,” he tells you, before sprinting upstairs.

Usually, you can predict Will’s every move. But not now. Now, you’re more confused than you’ve ever been.

He returns, placing a kiss to your forehead, before getting down on one knee in front of you.

“Marry me,” he says, complete certainty in his voice. You’ve never heard him this assured.

“Will… what?” you ask incredulously. You confessed your love for each other ten minutes ago, and you’ve skipped straight to marriage, apparently.

“Listen. I know it’s crazy. I know it seems fast. But we’ve loved each other for years, sweetheart. I realised when I met you that I was never, ever going to love anyone else again.”

He pulls out a box from the pocket of his pyjama pants and opens it to reveal a gorgeous diamond ring. It’s understated and it’s elegant and it’s just so you.

“I bought this two years ago. Maybe you think I’m insane, and maybe you’re going to run out of that door the minute I stop talking. But I’ve never been surer of anything in my entire life.”

You’ve been trying to catch your breath unsuccessfully for the past few minutes. It feels like everything is moving in slow motion, and your brain is trying to keep up.

“Will, we aren’t even technically dating,” you tease playfully. You already know your answer. You just like hearing him bear his truth to you like this.

“We’ve been dating for years, technically,” he rallies. “Everyone always thinks we’re a couple. We’re together every weekend, we go on dates, you sleep over… we went grocery shopping last week!”

You grin, remembering how you’d jokingly argued over whether to get the red or the green grapes, and how you’d ended up getting both. It was all so domestic it made your heart ache.

The two of you sit in the silence for a minute, Will still on one knee. He’s looking up at you like you hung the stars in the sky just for him. There’s no doubt in your mind what you’ll say.

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, Will. God, yes. The easiest yes of my entire life.”

He jumps up to grab you, spinning you in circles. You kiss him with so much force he stumbles backwards. Will takes your left hand, and carefully slides the ring onto your finger. It looks like it’s always belonged there.

You always knew it’d be Will Miller. It’s the only thing that makes sense.

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That was months ago. The other boys know that you and Will spend a lot of time together one on one, so no one has suspected anything out of the ordinary. You have no doubt they’ll be happy for you both, but you’re content to keep everything a secret a little while longer. It’s easier, that way. It means you and Will get to keep living in your bubble of bliss, unphased by the outside world. You’ll tell them soon enough. You’re just trying to savour every last second.

“We’ll tell them soon,” you reassure Will, interlocking your fingers with his where they rest on your leg. “We’ll make it a whole thing, if you like. It feels like something that warrants a celebration.”

“Oh, definitely,” he grins, turning his eyes back to the road. “We’re almost there. So, you’re gonna have to act like you’re not totally head over heels in love with me for four days. You think you can manage?”

You scoff playfully, and squeeze his hand.

“I’m sure I’ll be okay,” you tease. He chuckles, and the melody of it is music to your ears.

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You arrive at the lake house only ten minutes late, which you and Will agree is not entirely unacceptable.

“Finally, they’re here!” Benny yells as he bounds over to the car. He envelopes you in a bear hug, picking you up off the ground accidentally.

“Frankie is inside,” Santiago reassures when he catches you looking over his shoulder. You turn to give him a hug, and he kisses you on the cheek. Old habit.

“Santi, did you pack bug spray? You know the mosquitoes love you,” you wink, running your hands through his hair affectionately. He has greys coming through, and they suit him beautifully.

“Yes, hermosa, I got your text reminding me,” he smiles. “Thank you.”

You and Will grab your bags and make your way inside, where Frankie is making margaritas.

“Hola, mi amor,” he greets, wrapping his arms around you. “How was the journey?”

“All good, Francisco,” you reply. “I have a very reliable chauffeur.”

Will laughs from behind you, and it makes your knees weak.

“Bad news, you guys!” Benny interrupts, jumping to sit on the counter. “You two have to share a room, since you were the last ones here. Finders, keepers, and all that.”

That really isn’t the inconvenience that the boys think it is, but you and Will play along nonetheless.

“Damn it. He snores, you know!” you laugh, looking over to where Will is pretending to be offended, hand over his heart.

“That’s what you get for being late, losers!” Benny retorts, throwing his head back in amusement. Everyone laughs along with him, and all the tension melts from your body.

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It’s day one, and you’re already struggling. You’re all relaxing on the dock, soaking up the sun’s rays. Will is wearing his forest green swim trunks with a ridiculously small inseam, his strong thighs on display. You so badly want to kiss them, lick them, bite down on them in the way you know he likes. Instead, you sip your margarita and settle for ogling him over the rim of your sunglasses.

He dives into the lake elegantly, and a bead of sweat drips down your neck. He breaks the surface, coming up for air, and pushes his hair back, water cascading down his golden skin. He’s glowing, beaming, gleaming in the sunlight like an ancient marble statue. You’re practically panting. Santiago notices.

“You okay, hermosa?” he asks, giving you a once over.

“Yeah, Santi, I’m good. Just super warm,” you lie. He seems to buy it, because he moves to grab his book, fanning you with it. Admittedly, the light breeze does cool you off, and distracts you from Will. Double win.

“Thank you, kind sir,” you joke, as he pretends to tip his hat towards you.

“You should join us!” Benny shouts from the lake. When did he even jump in?

“Yeah, come on, darlin’” Will chimes in, watching you with a slight smirk on his face. He’s not going to pass up the chance to see you sun soaked and dripping wet.

“Fine!” you huff jokingly, pulling your oversized t shirt (which you’re realising belongs to Frankie – when did you steal that?) over your head. You’re left in a bikini that leaves little to the imagination, the bright colour accentuating your skin beautifully. You look good. You feel good.

Will looks you up and down and takes a deep breath. You’re just friends, remember? He’s trying to convince himself, attempting to make the act somewhat believable. You break him out of his thoughts by running along the dock as fast as you can, and diving into the lake with a surprising amount of grace.

The five of you spend all afternoon in the water. Benny thinks it’s hilarious to pick you up, placing you on his shoulders before jumping backwards, sending you both flying through the air. You all play catch, laughing when Frankie misses the ball and accidentally punches Santi right in the stomach. You and Will easily fall back into your old habits of being friends, but you can’t help but notice the way his eyes linger just a second too long every now and again. You’re sure nobody else clocks on, all of the boys too busy splashing each other like children.

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When the evening comes, you all shower and dry off while Will and Frankie make dinner. You, Benny and Santi curl up on the couch, trying to warm each other up after hours of being in the water. You eat, you laugh, and you all swap stories about the things that you’ve missed since you last saw each other properly. It’s bliss. Perfect tranquility.

The sun sets, and you all move outside to the deck. Santi starts a campfire, and the five of you grab beers, settling into the warmth of the crackling wood. Everyone is relaxed, not a care in the world. You wish, for a moment, that life could always be like this. As if reading your thoughts, Will reaches out and brushes your cheekbone with his thumb in a fleeting moment, before retracting his hand as if nothing happened.

“I’m gonna make us some warm ciders,” Frankie decides, rising from his chair.

“I’ll come and help you. You always put way too much alcohol in - these idiots can’t handle it,” you signal towards where Benny, Will and Santiago are sat. They all scoff at you, laughing because they know it’s true.

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You sit atop the counter next to where Frankie begins gathering his ingredients. When a strand of hair falls into his eyes, you move it away gently.

“Will you let me cut your hair tomorrow? It’s getting in your way,” you ask him softly.

“Of course, mi amor. Wouldn’t trust anyone else.”

He smiles at you, and your heart swells. You love this man so much - some days you wonder how you got so lucky. All five of you are bonded for life, best friends until the end. But there’s no denying that you and Frankie have always understood each other on another level.

He stops making the drinks, moving to stand between your legs. He looks at you intently, as if he’s trying to solve something.

“I like seeing you happy like this,” he murmurs.

“How can I not be?” you whisper back. “I’m with my favourite people. I have everything I could ever want.”

“Yeah, but this is different.”

You scrunch your brows in confusion, and he chuckles. He begins to draw slow circles just above your bare knee. You can tell he’s thinking carefully.

“It’s Will, isn’t it?” he asks, gentle smile on his face.

In this moment, you could lie. You could feign innocence, deny it with your life, maintain that you and Will are just friends. But what’s the use? Why hide the best thing that’s ever happened to you from one of the people you love the most in the world?

“Yeah,” you grin. “It’s Will.”

He’s practically beaming at you now, equal parts proud of himself and you.

“Knew it,” he murmurs, careful to keep his voice down. “Did something happen?”

You realise now that there’s absolutely no point in lying to Frankie. You’ve come this far. Might as well tell him the truth.

“We’re engaged,” you whisper, grinning from ear to ear.

He pauses for a moment, processing the news. You can see the shock registering on his face. Then, he lunges forward, wrapping his arms around you.

“Oh my god, hermosa! You’re kidding!”

He’s squeezing you so tight you can barely breathe. You hear a shout from the boys outside and remember where you are.

“We haven’t told anyone yet. We’re just living in our little bubble of happiness for a while.”

“Hey, I get it,” he reassures. “I’m so happy for you. Both of you. I knew it’d happen eventually. It was just a question of when.”

You hug him again, so overwhelmed with love. What a miracle, to be loved like this by so many brilliant people.

“We’ll tell everyone soon, I promise. We were thinking of making it a party, a whole celebration.”

“Of course. Just tell me when, and I’ll be there.”

He pinches your knee playfully, before making his way back to his drinks, smile still plastered across his face.

“Hey, Francisco?” you murmur, still aware of the volume of your voice.

“Yeah?” he turns, giving you his full attention.

“So, I know it’s not traditional, but, I mean, when have me and Will ever done traditional?” you both laugh, and you continue. “I was just thinking – and you don’t have to say yes… I’d love it if you did, but really, you don’t have to – “

“Spit it out, mi amor,” he teases gently.

“Will you be my best man?”

He stops in his tracks, suddenly serious, and you’re worried you’ve made a mistake. Then, he breaks out into a grin, practically running over to bear hug you again.

“Of course I will,” he confirms into your ear. “I’d love nothing more.”

“I love you,” you tell him earnestly.

“I love you too, hermosa. So much.”

Frankie kisses you on the forehead once, then again, and begins to pick up the drinks he’s made.

“They’re gonna get suspicious if we’re gone too long. You know how they get,” he winks, leaving you alone in the kitchen.

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You sit in your happiness for a little while, just basking in the glow. You’ve never felt so at peace.

Will wanders into the kitchen, immediately coming over to stand in front of you. His warm palms find your hips, and he leans in to kiss you softly.

“Hi, sugar,” he murmurs against your mouth.

“Hi, handsome,” you mutter back.

“You okay? You disappeared,” he asks, fingers moving in warm circles on the bare skin of your waist.

“I’m good. So good,” you smile, kissing him again.

It’s then you realise what you’ve done. You broke the rule – don’t tell the boys.

“Will?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I have something I need to confess.”

He pulls away so he can see your face, and smiles at you gently, before putting the pieces together in his head.

“You told Frankie, didn’t you?” he asks, still smiling.

There’s a pause before you bare your truth.

“Yes. I’m sorry! He kind of figured it out himself, and he asked, and I didn’t have the heart to lie to him. He’s my best friend, he can see right through me at any given moment. I know I was the one who said we shouldn’t tell them and I know this makes me a hypocrite and I’m sorry – “

Will cuts you off - just like that day in his kitchen - by smashing his lips to yours.

“It’s okay. Sweetheart, it’s okay,” he reassures when you pull away.

“Really?”

“Yes. I promise.”

He rests his forehead against yours, and allows you to breathe him in. Then, he chuckles softly.

“What?” you ask.

“We’re idiots,” he replies.

“I mean, yes. But why?”

He chuckles again, clearly amused, before answering,

“I totally just told Benny and Santi while you were in here telling Frankie.”

You process the information, before bursting into a fit of giggles. He joins you, the both of you laughing like fools.

“You’re kidding!”

“I wish I was. Benny made a comment, said he’s kinda noticed that something has changed, and I just sort of confessed.”

You’re both laughing so hard your sides hurt. What are the chances? It all feels like fate. The two of you, together. The timing of the evening. It couldn’t have worked out any more perfect.

“We’re idiots,” you agree, throwing your arms around his neck. Will pulls you off the counter and spins you around, making you shriek. It’s the most beautiful déjà vu.

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The two of you make your way back out to the deck. As you walk over to the boys at the campfire, you’re suddenly caught off guard by two of them rugby tackling you, the three of you barrelling into the ground with a thud. Benny and Santiago are crushing you beneath them, shouting as they do it.

“Congratulations!”

“Hell yeah, sweetheart!”

“How did you even keep this a secret for so long?”

“Yeah, when were you planning to tell us, huh?”

“Can’t believe you’re marrying my brother. Oh my god, we’re gonna be family!”

“The five of us are already family, Ben.”

“Yeah, but, like, legally. Brother and sister!”

Benny’s hair is in your mouth and Santiago’s knee is in your ribcage and your earring is caught in someone’s shirt and the grass is scratching your back and you can’t breathe. Will and Frankie are watching from a distance, chuckling. You wouldn’t change it for the world.

Tranquility.

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୨୧·࣭࣪̇˖ 𝆬 ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏꜱ 𝆬 𓏸

feat.: Dazai, Chūya, Kunikida, Ranpo, Atsushi, Akutugawa, Nikolai Gogol

content: implied f!reader because of some pet names, maybe—?

DAZAI knows about your tattoo. Of course he does. Still, he makes sure to raise an eyebrow while sauntering over to where you're presenting it proudly to the other Agency members for the first time, mimicking surprise.

He doesn't hesitate to openly compliment you on it; he's a charmer by nature and syrupy-sweet words fall from his lips with ease as he traces his fingers over the swirls of ink, gaze appreciative. He can deal with all kinds of reactions from you, but he's all the more pleased if you smile bashfully or blush a bit at the cascade of compliments he's showering you in.

“My, my, bella, and here I thought you couldn't possibly get any more interesting. That suits you awfully well, you know? Ah, the fact that I'm even allowed to lay eye on a being as gorgeous as you gets me get all excited.”

While CHŪYA is surprised at the sight of your tattoos, his lips curl into a smirk almost immediately. He likes tattoos a lot, and you having some only makes you all the more irresistible. To him, they don't just look amazing, but they're also proof of you being strong enough to endure the pain of getting them — whether you've taken painkillers or not beforehand doesn't matter to him —, and that's impressive in itself. He's awfully lucky to have scored someone this gorgeous and badass.

He might just have to ask you for your tattoo artist; yours are so skillfully done, the design is nothing short of amazing and, hey, don't you think he'd look hot with a tattoo somewhere?

“Those are a damn work of art, babe. Hey, where'd you think I should get one? I'm thinkin' hip. Gotta fit into the whole tattooed mafioso cliché, right?”

Honestly, KUNIKIDA doesn't expect you to have tattoos when he first falls for you, but he grows fond of them more quickly than he ever would have thought possible. They're a part of you, which makes them perfect in his eyes; perfect, just like you are.

Even though you might assume he's not too knowledgeable when it comes to the topic of tattoos, he has a keen eye for detail — he's quick to marvel at how well done yours are, how clean the lineart is and how artfully they decorate your skin. He might just come along if you ever get more tattoos, if only to check if the place is up to standards; the risk of an artist using an old used needle on you doesn't leave his mind until he personally makes sure you're in good hands.

“I have to admit that these are very nicely done, dear, and they suit you well. Really well, even. Are you planning on getting more in the future? What? No, I'm not against it. Of course not. Quite the opposite; I'm merely interested in the things you like.”

For someone pretending not to care much about your tattoos, RANPO stares at the ink decorating your skin quite a lot. He doesn't care enough to be subtle, either; the second your eyes meet when you catch him looking, he merely turns away o so slowly, his attention once more on a document or a piece of candy.

If you let him, though, he'll gladly inspect each and every line, each dot and curve with utmost interest. You're his lover, after all; of course he's intrigued when he sees a part of you he hasn't until now. Really, he wants to know everything about it, even though he's got a few ideas about what they could mean — if they do mean anything — already.

“So, what about this one? Does it have a meaning? Yeah? Tell me, I wanna know. Actually, I know already. Well—, just tell me that I'm right, alright?”

To say that ATSUSHI is stunned when he spots your tattoos for the first time would be an understatement. Sure, it's not like he's never seen tattoos before, but he still didn't expect them on you — besides, yours look so cool, it's only fair that he's quite astounded, right?

He doesn't make the biggest deal out of it, but he'll listen eagerly if you want to explain the meaning or any design choices to him, nodding all the while and complimenting the work. If you ever get another tattoo, he might just come along — not to get one himself, he's not sure if that'd work with his quick regeneration ability, but simply to keep you company.

“These are amazing! I had no idea you had tattoos this cool! Do they have a meaning? Oh—, I mean, you don't have to tell me if it's too personal, of course. They're just so pretty.”

AKUTAGAWA isn't the type to mention your tattoos, though he is quite surprised when he sees them for the first time. Surprisingly enough, he quite likes the look of dark ink splattered artfully on your skin, and, for a moment, he even considers getting a tattoo himself, only to quickly decide against it; it'd be no use, given how he's fully covered up at all times either way.

If you want to get an actual reaction out of him, though, you have to be the one to bring the topic up, whether that's by showing your tattoos to him directly or just by mentioning them. While he's not a man of all too many words, he might eventually grunt out some appreciation — you're dear to him, after all.

“They look nice. What? You understood what I said just fine, don't play dumb. I won't repeat myself.”

Frankly said, showing NIKOLAI your tattoos is a mistake. He's immediately fond of them; really, his eyes light up at the sight and he's quick to grab you, pulling you closer to get a better look at it. It doesn't matter if you struggle — do you really think he'll let you overpower him? Besides, if you complain too much, he can simply cover the body part you've got tattooed with his coat and, well; his ability is quite useful in this situation, too. You really can't pull away when half your body is stuck mid-air.

He will get matching tattoos with you. If you ever so much as joke about it, be aware that he'll make it reality. What, you don't want a clown's grimace on your wrist? Well, too bad, because he thinks it'd suit you o so perfectly, and you wouldn't want to refuse him, now would you?

“Oh, oh, come look at this one, doll — don't you think it'd look just perfect on your skin? No? My, my, you're picky. I really don't think you could go wrong with a bird. Or, wait; could it be that you just want my name tattooed on you that badly, hm?”

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Ingrid Bergman (Gaslight, Casablanca, Notorious)—Where do I even begin with Ingrid Bergman? I fell in love with her with her astounding performance in the 1956 version of Anastasia -- the best Anastasia movie in large part due to her wonderful and touching performance. She's got this amazing, fascinating intensity to her in whatever role she's in. She commits 100%, and she's got this light in whatever she's in that's stunning. She's utterly convincing no matter what she plays, from an amnesiac possible lost princess, from a nun, from a woman taking her revenge on the town that wronged her, to light romantic comedy. She's never missed in any role I've seen her in! Also she became quite the MILF.

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Ingrid Bergman:

God, she's fantastic. She's both beautiful and a compelling actor who's more than capable of putting the whole movie on her shoulders if necessary. It's worth noting that while her beauty is conventional, she was seen as refreshingly "natural" with more eyebrows and less makeup than many other leading ladies of the time. She's well known for her role in Casablanca, but in Notorious, Spellbound, (both available on archive.org ) and Gaslight (1944) she shows how immensely capable she is.

I mean...she's Ingrid Bergman. I feel like that should be enough, you know? She's physically beautiful (her eyes!) but watching her is like a transcendent experience. Her voice, her expressions... beautiful woman, beautiful actor.

I'm a gay man but even I understand her appeal. I'll watch any movie she shows up in. Gorgeous woman.

Just try and watch her movies without sighing wistfully, then get back to me!

Choosing 1-3 movies where Bergman was at her hottest was agony because, of course, she was always at her hottest. Not just because she was beautiful but because she was absolutely willing to go up against the bs women in Hollywood were constantly dealing with. When exiled from Hollywood for having an affair with Roberto Rossellini, not only did she refuse to apologize at any point, but she went on to say that Hollywood's films had grown stagnant and boring to her. Though she said she appreciated her time working there, she wanted to try new, different techniques (hence starring in Italian neorealist films, working on stage, and acting under directors like Ingmar Bergman). She was not afraid to chase after her artistic ideals and go outside the box regardless of what society had to say about it. From her first movie to her last she killed it. There's so much more to say about Bergman's career and life, but I've already written five million words so I'll stop at that.

ion words so I'll stop at that.

One of the most incredible actors I've ever seen on film. Her facial expressions are so intricate and poignant that I cannot look away. I'm either ace or straight, but damn she made me question that.

SEVEN TIME OSCAR NOMINEE QUEEN. Girl also PULLED, having affairs with famously hot men Gary Cooper and Gregory Peck IN ADDITION to her three marriages...sexy

She has a very natural beauty to her, and she's from Sweden!

She left Hollywood and only became more beautiful. You could drown in her eyes. She can look innocent AND like she's seen it all. She is effortlessly elegant. She's played Joan of Arc (automatically hot) AND was in the movie that coined gaslight as a term. And where would we be without that!

She was known for being a breath of fresh air on the movie scene at the time with her windswept hair, dreamy smile and soulful eyes. I have loved her in every movie I have seen her in - she was just magnetic!

Where do I even start. There's a neighborly quality to this beautiful, talented actress that makes her hotness one of a kind and her looks impossible to forget

With a career spanning five decades, Bergman is often regarded as one of the most influential screen figures in cinematic history. Known for her naturally luminous beauty, Bergman spoke five languages – Swedish, English, German, Italian and French – and acted in each.

She's hot, don't get me wrong, but I've always found her very approachable, like she could easily be a member of my friend group

A lot of the time hotness in a movie is just about words and framing. "You're the most beautiful person here" [vaseline lens] well I sure hope so because that's who you cast. But when, in Casablanca, they call Ingrid Bergman the most beautiful woman in the world... they were not fucking lying. And such a dynamite actor too!! I'd only seen Casablanca up until last year, and there she's confined to love interest. But in Gaslight she was maybe one of the most incredible actors I've ever seen!!!! Goddddd shes so fucking hot and cool.

Samia Gamal:

#samia gamal #ingrid bergman #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 3

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lycheedr3ams · 9 months

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Ma'am- respectfully i need more butcher König 😩 any chance you're making him a bot or even just a drabble of him? Thanks so much

y'all love butcher!konig and i am here for it. I’m not going to make him a bot on c.ai but I’ll do a drabble! this is a long headcannon dump, not structured at all lol. also most of this is based off of the butcher who liked me, but he was very similar to konig in some ways

SFW, i want this to be wholesome for now

I really do owe it to the butcher who liked me a few years ago. I hope he’s doing okay

butcher!konig was never entirely satisfied with his job. He just did the same routine day in and day out. Sure, there had been plenty of new girls who came and worked in the grocery store for periods of time. They were pretty and all that, but none of them were anything like you. There was just something about you that butcher!konig just loved. You made his shifts of slicing meat and fish much more interesting when you’d pop your head through the swinging door to just say hi, or how he’d watch you walk around through the little window in the same door. how you'd always smile at him and he could just recognize you by the smell of your perfume before he even saw you. the way it would waft around the store as you passed by just mesmerized him.

You’d have to pass through the meat department every so often to get chicken from the freezer, and butcher!konig always also had to get meat from the freezer during those times. He’d help you unpack the heavy boxes and load them up, and he’d keep you company whenever he could while you fried the chicken in the cramped back space. He’d laugh whenever the oil would splash over from the fryers and stain your uniform, and you always pretended to be mad at him for it. you'd scrunch your nose all cutely and he loved it.

butcher!konig always wore a face mask, reminiscent of the ones during the pandemic days. it was leather, and it almost looked like a BDSM thing, but he quickly explained that a friend of his made it for him when you pointed out that it looked like a kink thing. he blushed so badly under that mask. it truly was just a cool thing his friend made for him. you never asked him why he always wore it even though masks aren't required anymore, and he was always thankful you never questioned him for it. besides, you didnt even mind because his blue eyes were just so damn beautiful. you told him that once, and he quickly excused himself and cleared his throat.

the one time you came into the grocery store to shop as a customer in your normal clothing, butcher!konig couldn't help the way he stopped stocking the shelves and just stared at you. the way your chosen clothes complimented your figure compared to your oil-stained work uniform was astounding to him. he loved your style and just couldn't help but stare at you. you smiled and came up to him and tried to talk to him, but he was very quiet that day and wouldn't look at you when you came up to him. you just made him so nervous :(

#konig call of duty #konig x reader #konig fic #konig #konig imagine #konig mw2 #konig headcanons #konig fluff #butcher!konig

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palmistry ✋🏼 - So, I’m newly in to Tim Rockford and idk what fics to start with! Any recs, especially for an angsty mood?

buddy ol' pal, do i have some thoughts for you:

Midnight Alley by @prolix-yuy - okay this is kind of cheating because it's also our boy, Dieter, but it's okay because of this line: "Rockford always treats his women well, leaves them sated and glowing, but rarely gains more than a modicum of weight lifted." The opening scene kills me every time.

Some Good Friend by @covetyou - this is exactly what i want out of a tim rockford fic: rain, old man groans, discovering the soft gooey center of a hardened detective, tim giving up trust and control, and reader being so fucking sexy, i'm like 'damn who knew i was this hot??' seriously though, i adore this fic and Tim in this just delicious!

bloody kisses by @perotovar - if you have ever liked tim rockford as a character read this fic. if you like being ridiculously turned on by hot guys fucking, read this fic. If you wanna cry over a lil baby gay discovering himself in the warm, tender loving hands of an older man, READ THIS GODDAMN FIC. the galaxy brain required to come up with a pairing like this is ASTOUNDING.

thank you so much for asking this, i've been waiting for a good time to rec these fics because Tim is vastly under appreciated in this fandom for him to be ask fucking hot as he is.

Please, if you read this and you have a Tim fic you love, please send it my way!

#tim rockford #1k celebration #1k followers #followers celebration

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chiyoso · 7 months

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𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

sypnosis. a world of normality and what seemed to be hailed as fiction, had separate you from society and those who were once closest to you.y ou were thrown into a life of the unsightly, its beautiful horrors pushing you to the edge of death, but what happens if fate finally takes pity and answers your desperate, internal calls, having you bestowed with a savior made of white and blue hues?

cw. alternate universe, attempt of suicide, explicit, dark and mature content, family trauma, depression, prodigious burnout, people pleasing, breakdowns, physical harm, violence, dead dove: do not eat.

reclaimation banner via. @ainescribe thank you so much bb ily

It was a sick joke.

You didn't know what those things were, those otherworldly things that occupy space, matter, it was everywhere. you see them everywhere, on people's bodies, looking over them, in buildings, outside buildings, creatures that vary sizes, form and appearances.

All since your adolescence.

It was hard to ignore them in your every day life growing up, especially if they got too close to you, trying to make edge you into noticing them, challenging your courage, your fear when they loomed over you, all so they can have a confirmation that you can see them, and they can harm you.

Family, childhood friends, classmates, deciding that you were a "special child" all because you gushed about it to them, once, being taken to anywhere that involves psychological healing, emotional distress, any form of counseling.

You were deemed mental, the silence from the people who you thought should be your safe haven was loud, suffocating, and you grew to inevitably loathe them.

All the skills you acquired, be it the skill of music that astounded many but your own parents, the meals you provided for your family but they refused to participate in eating with you, all that crumbled, it was nothing to them now.

So, what did you do so criminal to them?

Was it the era of close mindedness that many parents seem to harbor at this time? Was it something personal? Did they just grow sick at the idea of having a daughter who couldn't be fucking normal?

“Don't give me that crap!” You screamed, it was gutteral, eyes diluted, all your nerves making you tremble in place.

You wanted to die, and you were going to.

You had the necessities. A chair, some strong wires, scissors? A knife? The train? No, you wanted them to discover your body, beside the suicide note you wrote with hate. Strangled, suffered, tears on the wooden floor. Mhm.

A last push of hardwork, preparing everything, a simple chair, a simple rope, and a simple mindset.

You didn't need to make a mess, you didn't want authorities meet you the first time in a bloody mess, you disappointed enough people, your parents, their expectations, your clan.

So... why not lessen everyone's burden by making it clean, simplistic farewell? Blue veins all over your neck, maybe a foaming in the mouth?

How will your once praised facial features look like when death claimed you? Was it going to look dull? Is it true that people's light in their eyes disappear when they die? Will you look prettier?

Uglier? Wait, your parents are going to be spending a lot in your funeral too, since they're always so damn flashy about anything, flaunting their money, their statuses. They'll for sure pretend to honor your name, as well as the people that are under your parent's lead.

Like sheeps, just like fucking sheeps.

Oh. You were done setting up already, already stood tall on the chair, viewing the window that gave in the only light in your life.

Cheers. To a new life with more pretty people, more pretty things, and a more pretty life.

...

Ah, but you didn't even get laid yet. You didn't even finish that one novel game's ending yet, that manga you wait for every week hasn't even finished yet, you didn't even do anything much yet. You didn't want t—“Huh?”

The moment your leg hovered over the space infront of you, it was a few seconds after you realized, that half of your apartment got ripped apart, you were standing on your chair, a rope loosely held around your neck, but the view before you was the very neighborhood you.

It was bright, shining, the sudden exposure blinded you, rendering you in a stunlock, putting you into a state of immense confusion.

What—“the fuck?” your eyes gleamed at the sight of something bizarre, catching sight that quelled your state of close death, no it wasn't the beautiful azure sky that slapped you right in the face with a breeze, or the heavy destruction in your surroundings, especially not typical grotesque, large scale creature that was levitating in the air before you.

It was it's pursuer, a white haired man, grinning with delight despite his aerial circumstances. He was in the middle of combat from the way he was moving against the—Wait. He can... see it?

He can see that creature? He can see it too?

Your heart pounded with fervor, your ears buzzed, ringing, fighting back to gasp for air from the revelation before you, and all that intensifies once two eyes that almost blended into the sky took notice of you, and the noose hanging around your neck especially.

His body shifted, and you noticed his sudden change of body language as gravity pulls him down, his gleeful expression reduced to a state of neutral seriousness, perhaps realizing the damage in the terrain he was fighting on, he was confident in his movement despite falling in the ether.

Your eyes remained on the sight of orange and golden destruction, fumes of smoke were heavy, pieces of cement everywhere, and you were now just processing the state of disarray your neighborhood was in, but you didn't care.

You didn't care. They probably didn't know the cause of this anyways, the media would definitely paint this unnatural scenario as something related to religion or a natural disaster, one of the two, they also can't see the gigantic otherworldly form in the sky anyways, but he can.

He can see it, he can see it like you do.

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also, here's the book cover i made for this series <3 ✌🏻>wÓ

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