#can u guess what my favourite song is
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Uksies LFTR. Just. Uksies LFTR. Jack's there for the younger kids. Crutchie's there for Jack, that's his little brother, how could he not be?
But who's there for him, in the end? Nobody but Specs to help him offstage and the lies in his letter that were as much to keep him from just snapping and giving up as they were to keep the others hopeful for the future of the strike.
#uksies#crutchie newsies#crutchie morris#hey guys meee again in these particular tags#can you guess what I just sobbed to???#I'd say that Matthew Duckett owes me financial compensation for that song#but I'm not asking anything of my favourite and imo the best portrayal of Crutchie whatever u say Mr Talented Actor Man#let me pay you money to make me feel shrimp emotions#also just the eldest child of it all. I'll bet you money he's an eldest child because that's How It Is
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If there’s a day I don’t blast Malice full volume, it’s the day I’m dead.
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DO YOU DREAM OF ME? - c.hs
the first time you kiss your soulmate, you’ll open your eyes to a world of colour. the problem? vernon hates the thought that he might pull away from you and still see in monochrome.
or, five times he wanted to plant one on you, and the one time you beat him to it.
pairing ; vernon x gn!reader.
content ; all the tropes. 5 times fic. soulmate au. slight college au if you squint. f2l. fluff, some angst. pining. one (1) hint of suggestiveness if u squint. MINORS STILL DO NOT HAVE MY CONSENT TO INTERACT.
content notes ; mentions of reader having a(n unnamed) partner & thereafter, going through a breakup due to said partner cheating. reader is maybe implied to be shorter than him but hopefully not too obviously or frequently. alcohol is mentioned & is a key theme in scene #3. pov switch for the final part (necessary for logistical reasons.) PLEASE let me know if i've forgotten anything.
w/c ; 9.6k
note ; welcome to thee most self indulgent fic ever lmao. i hope u enjoy this slight break away from what i usually post here (as if my entire brand isn’t writing losers in love. ANYWAY) -- this was very fun and a little bit special for me! <3
“What was your first kiss like?”
Initially, Vernon swears he just didn’t hear you right. It’s dark up here, where you’re hiding away from a party on the roof of his university accommodation and he’s starting to get tired. There’s some sort of siren wailing away in the distance to his left, and on the street below, a gaggle of freshmen are cackling as they walk past the building. His ear closest to you is currently listening to your favourite song.
All the signs suggest that he simply got it wrong.
But he doesn’t know if he believes those signs, especially not seeing as when he looks over at you, you’re staring pointedly up at the stars overhead. He doesn’t doubt that you’re giving yourself an ache in your neck in the process, too.
“Hmm?” He asks, taking out the earphone that connects him to you. The other one is still nestled away in your ear and he reaches to gently pull it away. “What was that?”
You still don’t look at him, but you do repeat yourself. Quietly. “What… was your first kiss like?”
“Oh.”
He was right.
“You don’t have to tell me,” you hurry to say, hugging his jacket tighter around yourself to block out the cold air that blows across the rooftop. He shrugged it off and told you to take it the very moment your teeth started chattering — almost an hour ago now. His arms are bare, shoulders and biceps only covered by a t-shirt so thin it’s practically sheer, but he isn’t cold. He’s always run hotter than most. “Sorry.”
He nudges you with his knee, silently telling you that you don’t need to apologise. He doesn’t mind — you just caught him off guard; Vernon hasn’t given this any thought in a long time, and he has to really put his mind to coming up with an answer. It was forever ago — when he was eleven or twelve, maybe, with his first ever girlfriend. They dated for a whole two and a half weeks. He doesn’t know if it really counts: the kiss was a dare, after all.
“Kinda…” He starts, trying to follow the line of your sight, wondering if he can find the exact stars you’re looking at. “She’d just put this weird lipgloss on. It was real tingly. And like, neither of us knew what we were doing? So it… got everywhere. I think I ended up swallowing some, I don’t know. My mouth felt weird after. Thought I was having an allergic reaction.”
You laugh softly at him. “I think that would put me off for the rest of my life,” you say.
“It almost did,” he chuckles. You hum at him and lean back on your elbows, leaving Vernon more than a little bit confused. He readjusts his hold on his knees, bringing them closer to his chest as he tilts his head down at you in your new position.
“…why?” He asks, just as you close your eyes and take a deep inhale of the cool air.
You just shrug. “I guess I just… wondered.”
He nods, and it’s his turn to fall short of a response, but that’s okay. You’ve known each other for too long for these silences to feel uncomfortable. He grew up with you. In fact, he’s reasonably sure he’s told you this story before. He must have done.
Then he realises, maybe he hasn’t. Because he doesn’t know the story behind yours, and maybe that’s just a line the two of you never came to crossing. He knows he told his other friends, back then, because he was the last one in his circle to have a first kiss and he felt like it made him more grown-up, or something. Naturally, he left out the more embarrassing details. But maybe you just told your other friends who weren’t him, and went on with your life. Maybe yours was just… normal.
Either way, he’s interested now. And there’s no time to ask like the present.
“What was yours like?” He asks, fiddling with the strap on his wristwatch. You don’t answer straight away; he doesn’t think anything of it, because neither did he, but when he’s still waiting for you to speak a small eternity later, he prompts you again. “Hey, it can't have been worse than mine.”
You snort.
“You’ll laugh at me,” you say, shaking your head. Vernon furrows his brows and drops his legs flat, twisting to one side to look at you.
He doesn’t know where you’d get that idea from, but he’s… almost a bit offended by it?
“No I won’t,” he tells you softly. Maybe at first, he might’ve laughed with you, if your story happened to be as dumb as his own. But not at you. Never at. Not when he’s been the butt of the joke in too many friendship circles, for about as long as he can remember.
You take a shallow breath, pursing your lips. “Whatever you’re thinking, it’s not…” you start to say, before you clear your throat and try again, this time heading in a different direction. “I don’t know. It’s dumb, I guess.”
“Don’t make me come down there,” Vernon threatens playfully, poking you in your side. You squirm, giggling despite yourself, despite the serenity of the sanctuary you two have found, despite the fact that you, too, were on the edge of falling asleep before your question came out of nowhere.
He pokes you again, and again, and then starts to tickle your ribs instead. You squeal, swatting his hands away to no avail and you move to sit up, grabbing him by the forearms to physically make him stop. The grin on Vernon’s face is wide and heart-shaped. A warm feeling spreads through him: it has everything to do with the sweet sounds of your slowly dissolving laughter.
You sit cross-legged across from each other like this for a moment or two. Your knees are touching. Your hands move down his arms until you’re holding him firmly by the wrists. Your eyes lock together: his crease with the sheer force of his boyish smile, while yours are narrowed, daring him to try and wiggle free and attack you again.
He doesn’t, but for the first time ever, he’s struck with the urge to do something maybe more scary.
The urge to just… lean in to you.
It makes his heart do a backflip, in a way that it hasn’t done since he had his last crush. His head goes empty, and he forgets what he was even asking you before: the only thoughts he can muster are ones regarding what your lips taste like, whether they’re half as soft as they look, if you’d lightly touch his shoulder or his arm or his chest or his cheek—
Do you smile when you kiss?, he wonders. Do you sigh? Do you—
“I’ve never kissed anyone,” you answer, looking away now and letting go of him. He’s gone so loose in the moments since you grabbed hold of him that when you’re not supporting their weight, his arms fall like two cinder blocks onto his knees.
True to his word, he doesn’t laugh. He’s surprised by your revelation, sure, but in no way humoured; actually, he feels a little saddened by it, for a reason he can’t put his finger to. He ends up not saying anything, just biting the inside of his cheek; he wants to ask why, but knows maybe that’s a bit of a dick move, and if it’s something you’re sensitive about he doesn’t want to risk hurting you.
But he’s watched people fawn over you for years, and he doesn’t think you’ve ever been short of attention from those who have thought you were attractive. So it can’t be that you’ve been lacking in chances? Surely?
“I thought… maybe I should save it,” you go on to explain. Your hands keep busy by playing with a thread at the cuff of his jacket sleeve, wrapping it around one finger until the skin beneath it pinches before you unravel it again.
“Save it?” He asks. You nod your head.
“For when I thought I’d found them.” You pause, swallowing hard. “Like I said, it’s s—.”
“No it’s not,” Vernon says abruptly, shaking his head. He holds onto you now, one hand slipping around your back until it rests on the shoulder furthest away from him. You scoff. He squeezes you into his side. “Hey. It’s not stupid.”
He doesn’t like how this admission has, somehow, made his desire to kiss you stronger. He hates that he feels even more drawn to you, a magnet finally finding its opposing pole. It freaks him out a little. He’s never wanted to kiss anyone this badly.
Red button theory, he tells himself to try and get back on the straight and narrow. If you hadn’t said anything, none of this would be happening.
“It’s romantic,” he says finally, swiping his thumb in small motions over the top of your shoulder. You nod, mumbling a ‘thank you’ (for what, he isn’t sure), and shiver. Vernon doesn’t know if that’s because of his proximity to you or because you’re finally starting to feel the cold. Either way, he takes the initiative to stand up and holds a hand out for you to take so he can tug you to your feet too. You get up with a little hop.
It’s… devastatingly cute.
“Where are we going?” You ask, brushing off your jeans before shoving your hands into the jacket’s pockets. He’s already on the retreat, walking backwards towards the door that took you up here.
“To get food,” he tells you, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “That party was dead, anyway.”
It doesn’t cross his mind again until your twenty-first birthday.
He’s not your soulmate. He couldn’t be. The thought he had on the roof that autumnal night was little more than a passing fantasy; besides, he doesn’t have a thing for you. He doesn’t want to kiss you, or date you, or have you be his soulmate. The reason you work so well together is because you’re just friends; he thinks you’d drive each other crazy if things ever went romantic between you. You bicker with him for sport. He drowns away hours at a time with his headphones clamped over his ears and forgets to answer your texts. It would be a nightmare.
Not that he’s ever thought about all that. Not actively, or even passively. Not when he should be listening to college lectures instead, for example. Not awake, nor in his dreams. He hasn’t. Not once.
He swears.
“You can save it ‘til tomorrow, if you want.”
Vernon bounces his leg nervously, fidgeting with the edge of your comforter as you sit on the floor in front of him, styling your hair for your party. He arrived half an hour ago while you were still waltzing around in your bathrobe, holding a small, neatly wrapped box in both of his hands. It’s several degrees too warm in your bedroom. He feels a bead of sweat roll down his back as you grumble what seems to be a threat at a strand that won’t cooperate. Thankfully, you don’t seem to notice his discomfort. (If you do, he’s grateful that you don’t say anything.)
“But it’s my birthday today,” you pouted, taking the box from him. “Let me finish getting ready, then I’ll open it. Come on.”
His wrist still aches with the pressure you held onto him with as you dragged him up the stairs. Your parents are away for the weekend and the house is all yours, so there’s a speaker blasting your favourite playlist full volume on your nightstand and there’s nobody to tell you to turn it down. He flits his attention between his phone and watching you, but he can’t fully concentrate on either; he’s too nervous that maybe you won’t like his gift, and he’s never been the type to splash out on birthday presents before but this… well, it burned a hole in his wallet, that’s for sure.
“Okay. Wait here,” you tell him as you push up off the floor, limping on the leg that had started to fall asleep thanks to the way you were sitting.
“All right,” he says back. As if he’d go anywhere, anyway.
You grab a hanger from inside your closet and scurry off down the hall to the bathroom. For the first time, Vernon feels like he can actually breathe. He drops his phone onto the comforter between his crossed legs and cradles his head in his hands, telling himself that he needs to get it together. You’ve never not liked anything he’s given you, and you’ve known him now for more birthdays than you haven’t.
Your friends said you’d love it. So did your mother, with a sparkle in her eye as she held it delicately in her fingers. He has nothing to worry about. It’s only you.
And yet—
“You’ll be honest if it looks bad?” You call from the other side of the door, interrupting how his lips move wordlessly in an endless mantra of self-reassurances.
Vernon snaps his head up and he clears his throat, rubbing the heels of his hands into his eye sockets. “Aren’t I always?” He answers.
You click your tongue, evidently disagreeing, but you pull the handle and take a step into the room anyway. When you see him, he looks exactly as he did when you left, no trace of his anxieties anywhere to be seen on his face or otherwise.
When he sees you, he feels like the world could end any moment and he’d be okay with that.
His mouth runs dry and his eyes seem to be stuck open, unblinking, fixated on you in your all black outfit as you stand still as a statue with your hands behind your back. You cough quietly, waiting for some kind of a response other than a dumb stare, but it doesn’t come.
Eight seconds later… still nothing.
“Do you hate it?” you fret, because Vernon is a very good hype-man and you’ve never known him struggle to find something positive to say. “All right, uh— okay—”
“No!” He rushes, almost shouting in his urgency to assure you that that’s not the case at all. He scrambles up to his feet, taking a breath, and pushes a hand through his hair. He’s been growing it out lately, and he kind of hates how his fingers catch on a tangle even though he brushed it meticulously before he left his apartment. You keep telling him it looks good, though, so he hasn’t been to get it cut. “God, no. I’m sorry. You look amazing.”
It doesn’t sound like much to the untrained ear, but the warmth of his compliments comes less in the words he says and more in the sincerity he says them with. Your face softens, and Vernon can see the way the thoughts of changing into something else fizzle out behind your eyes. He takes a backwards step to try and tempt you further into your own bedroom, and you move in tandem with him, closing that space and coming better into the light.
“Wow,” he says, swallowing hard and looking you up and down. “I-… wow.”
It’s your turn to clam up, now. You look down at the floor, kicking at the carpet with your toes. “Shut up,” you say. “I’m not...”
“Yes, you are,” he protests, leaving no room for argument as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I don’t know who you’re trying to impress but… yeah, it’s gonna work.”
You walk past him with a scoff, barging against his shoulder on your way; he dramatically staggers to the side, rubbing at the impact site, laughing. When he faces you again, you’ve picked the gift up from the end of your bed and are moving to sit on the mattress yourself. Your eyes flicker between Vernon and the empty space in front of you. He takes the hint, settling back down with one foot tucked beneath him, the other still planted on your rug.
His heart shoots back up into his throat and he stares down at the box, licking over his lips and frowning at how dry they feel. He glances away, lifting a hand to his mouth, running his fingertips over his lips. What would they feel like pressed against yours? He thinks, and then he cringes again.
You misread his reaction and hesitate with your finger pressed underneath a strip of tape, tilting your head at him. “What’s going to jump out at me when I open this?”
“Nothing,” he says, rolling his eyes at you. “What do you take me for?”
“The kind of guy who puts glitter in birthday cards because he thinks it’s funny,” you retort, earning a click of his tongue.
“That was one time!”
“One time too many.”
“I swear,” he laughs, tight shoulders easing, both hands falling to his lap. “No sparkles, no loud noises, nothing jumpy. Cross my heart.“
You eye him a little suspiciously but eventually tug your finger beneath the wrapping and make the first rip in the paper, allowing you to tear into the gift after keeping Vernon on edge for almost an hour and a half. You peel it away and it falls to the bedsheets, in your hands now a small, square box not too dissimilar a shade to your comforter. You look from it, to him, and he thinks you notice how his cheeks are a little darker than they were before.
He nods at you once and you slowly pull it open. On a plush, velvety bedding sits an elegant, dainty bracelet. A small gemstone is set in the metal of the bar in the middle of the chain. You skim a thumb over it, your breath held.
“Vernon,” you murmur, tearing your eyes away from the bracelet to look at him. Now, even the tips of his ears have grown flushed, but you’re kind enough not to comment on it to avoid spoiling the moment you’re in. “This is…”
“The lady in the store said it was your birthstone,” he says, twiddling his thumbs. “I mean… I’m really just taking her word for it, ‘cause they all look the same to me, but—”
He’s interrupted as all of your weight topples against him, arms thrown around his neck in a hug. He hesitates a moment before he wraps his own around your waist, drops his head to your shoulder and he smiles wider than he thinks he ever has. “Happy Birthday,” he says, dragging his thumb up and down over your hip.
“Silly,” you scold him playfully, still pressing wholly against him and showing no signs of moving. Your voice sounds thick, a little like you’re tearing up, so Vernon squeezes you tighter.
“I know you are,” he chuckles. “But what am I?”
You swallow hard, finally now pulling away from the hug but sitting entirely too close for comfort, one knee pressing into the outside of his thigh.
Your surprise attack has left him dishevelled. With a quiet apology, your fingers innocently try to smooth everything back into place, but Vernon doesn’t hear you say you’re sorry. His pulse, thundering in his ears, drowns it out while also skipping a beat with each little touch. You’re not looking into his eyes as you shyly put him back to rights, too busy working to tame his — at the best of times — unruly hair.
He’s looking into yours though, and he can’t stop.
Your eyes, which dart all over to find strands out of place, so your hands can move them to where they ought to sit and lay them down flat. Your eyes, that drop down the length of his throat as you realign the neck of his t-shirt over his broad shoulders.
Your eyes: the ones crinkled at the corners as you pick the bracelet back up from your bed and admire it under your bedroom light. Your eyes, landing on his, finally, in a silent plea for help.
“The best?” you answer, now, extending your wrist to ask him to put it on you. He takes the chain from your fingers and unclasps it, slipping it beneath your hand and holding it in place.
“I know you are,” he says again, but it’s quieter now as he concentrates on trying to reconnect the two pieces. “But what am I?”
When he successfully fastens your gift onto your arm, he looks up to see your watery eyes still staring down at it. He decides this is the time to reveal part two of the surprise. Pulling up the sleeve of his t-shirt, he reveals his own wrist to you, and you now see there’s a matching chain hanging off it. A little stone set in the metal. His stone, presumably. You choke out a laugh around your tears, shaking your head.
“You got us friendship bracelets,” you giggle, holding your hand next to his and admiring them together. Your skin touches and he feels butterflies erupt in his stomach, which he hasn’t felt around you since…
He nods, breathing a chuckle too. “Yeah,” he says. His heart is pounding. “I guess I did. Is… that okay?”
“I love them,” you insist, leaning forward to affectionately press your lips to his cheek. “Thank you. It’s perfect.”
Your doorbell sounds downstairs and Vernon’s words die in his throat. Maybe that’s for the best, though; he’s got so much nervous energy rising up inside him and he’s scared it might accidentally force up something he’ll regret saying. You spring off the bed again, fussing in the mirror, and he watches you rush out the bedroom warbling about how you’re not ready for anyone to be here yet. It’s too early. What’s going on? Who is it?
He shifts his legs so both his feet are planted on the floor, letting out a breath he doesn’t remember sucking in.
I love them. Thank you, you said.
It’s perfect.
He groans when he stands up, too, tugging his sleeve back down as he starts to follow after you.
“I know you are,” he mumbles under his breath, hearing your relieved laughter at it just being the FedEx man on your doorstep. It makes him feel warm. Everywhere. “But what am I?”
Five hours later, Vernon is seeing double.
He has Seungkwan’s hands massaging the tops of his shoulders and there are two Juns sitting across from him at your dining table. He remembers feeling fine around 9pm, distinctly: like nothing he drank was having any kind of effect on him. Like he could walk home on his hands — like he was invincible. Now, after spending exactly five minutes out in the fresh air, he’s blinking four times for every breath he takes and his friends’ voices keep phasing in and out of focus.
“But what if they’re not?” Vernon stresses for the eighth time, fingers clumsily peeling at the label on his bottle.
“And what if they are?” Jun tries. Again. Also, for the eighth time, because apparently when Vernon gets tipsy, his skull gets really really thick and nothing in the world can penetrate it. “You’ll never know if you don’t try.”
Vernon shakes his head, sitting back so heavily that his chair tips and he sends Seungkwan stumbling into the wall behind them. His friend gives up trying to rub the stupid out of him and settles into the chair at Vernon’s side instead.
“I don’t know-…”
“If you’re about to say you don’t know what you’ll do if it isn’t them, I’m putting you in an Uber and sending you home.” Seungkwan claps his hand down onto Vernon’s knee for good measure. “It’s not even been a day.”
Vernon groans, threading his fingers into his hair and tipping his head back. “It hasn’t, though,” he whines. “What if it’s been like this since… and I just kept ignoring…”
Jun and Seungkwan exchange a look. An exhausted one. They both know Vernon turns into a complete baby when he’s had a drink and can just about manage a trip to the bathroom without somebody holding his hand, but neither of them have seen him like this before. Neither of them want to see him like this ever again.
Hell, neither of them want to be dealing with him like this right now.
“You’ll never know if you don’t try,” Jun’s (remarkably) calm voice repeats as he pushes up from his seat and glances towards the doorway. His ears lock onto a voice just beyond it, and in an instant, the older man recognises his chance at an exit. He casts an apologetic glance at Seungkwan, who has resorted to rubbing Vernon’s earlobes to try and get him to stop stressing, and he dips out before either of them can argue.
On his way, though, he throws in a sly little remark. One that raises Vernon’s– and Seungkwan’s– blood pressure to a level that would get them prescribed a week of strict bed rest.
“Besides – everyone can see the two of you were practically made for each other.”
Vernon whips around to face Seungkwan with shock written into every line of his face. It paints perfect full-signal WiFi creases on his forehead; it makes his jaw hang loose.
“I– what?” Vernon splutters, shooting a hand to the back of his head. Seungkwan hasn’t taken his eyes off the doorway since Jun slipped through it. Vernon doesn’t notice the fact that his older friend’s full genetic line is currently being cursed out. “What does he mean?”
“You don’t have to do anything tonight,” Seungkwan tries, now acutely aware of the fact that Jun has just given Vernon a nudge he should never have. There’s a fine line between bolstering a friend and straight-up causing chaos. This could get messy. Seungkwan doesn’t like messy.
But… It's too late.
Before Seungkwan can wrangle him back into his seat, Vernon has broken away from the table and is on the hunt for you. Seungkwan follows behind, doing his best to summon Vernon back, but he can’t. He’s on a mission now. And maybe that mission involves giving in to the thing that eats away at his brain when he should be waist-deep in music theory assignments. Maybe that mission is to finally, after two years, know what it feels like to kiss you. He’s going to find you, so help him God. He has to.
And yes. He does. He finds you, eventually. As soon as he reaches the top of the staircase, there you are.
Being pressed into the wood of your bedroom door, wrapped up in the arms of some pretentious looking art student in an oversized button-down and baggy, ripped jeans. Your mouth is covered by theirs, your fingers are threaded through those glossy fucking locks, both of you are laughing breathlessly as you drop one hand and it fumbles blindly to reach for the doorknob.
Vernon spins away, turning his back as he hears the door click. At this exact moment, Seungkwan comes stumbling up the stairs too and plants his forehead into Vernon’s sternum.
But his good friend’s skull is not the only thing Vernon is struck with, not the only thing knocking the wind out of him.
Simultaneously, he’s swept up with the sobering realisations that either this guy is your soulmate, or you’re not the same person you were when you were nineteen.
It’s eleven o’clock and two years later when he hears your secret knock on his apartment door.
Maybe it’s luck. Maybe it’s fate. He only took his noise cancelling headphones off a few minutes ago before he washed up and settled into bed; his head has hardly even had time to make a dent in the pillows. But whichever force is at play, the thing that matters is that he hears you and he knows it’s you, straight away. He doesn’t remember how it started, exactly. He thinks it might have been while he was in his exam-season hermit stage in his first year of university and refused to come to the door unless it was something important.
You’ve been knocking the same way for years now though, and he slides out of bed with creased brows at how desperate your fist sounds as it pounds against the wood. He pulls on an old t-shirt and perhaps the loosest fitting pair of shorts anyone’s ever owned, at least making himself decent before he answers. He’s still tying the drawstring when he gets to the door.
When he looks through the peep-hole to make sure he’s right, you’re drying your eyes on the back of your sweatshirt sleeve. You’re shivering quite violently, and you’ve got a bag on your shoulder that’s weighing you down on one side. Vernon’s heart sinks. He unbolts the door, pulling it open just as you lift your hand to knock again; your knuckles punch the air between you as your eyes land on him, and your bottom lip wobbles in despair.
You fall into his chest with a sob. Tears start to soak their way through his shirt until it clings to the skin underneath.
“Hey,” he soothes you, locking his arms so tight around you that there’s a strong chance they’re the only thing holding you upright.
“I didn’t— know where else to go—” you choke out, your arm trapped between your chest and his as he rests his head on top of yours and pats your back softly. “I’m s-”
“Don’t you dare,” he murmurs, tilting his chin down to press a soft kiss to the top of your head. “It’s okay. I’m here. You can always come to me.”
He holds you until your shakes start to subside, trying to talk you through whatever this is with soft reassurances and gentle shushing sounds. When you pull back from him, Vernon guides you into his apartment, flicking on the lamp in his living room so he can see to settle you down on his couch. He throws a blanket over your legs before he sits down himself, pulling your hand into his lap and holding it between both of his own, his thumb moving absently over your knuckles. You’re still crying, but when you shuffle against the seat to be a little more comfortable and finally turn to face him, he finds his voice long enough to ask you what happened.
“He kissed— kissed someone else,” you tell him, sniffling and shaking your head.
His blood reaches boiling point in what must be record time and he knows he accidentally starts to grip your hand tighter, but he can’t stop.
“He what?”
Vernon knows this guy wasn’t your soulmate. You told him, a few days after your birthday. You said everything was still black and white when you pulled back from the first of — what you spared no detail in explaining was — many, many, many kisses with him that evening. But you didn’t care. Not then, and not for the whole time you’ve been together.
He asked you about it once. About four months in (when he figured things were starting to get serious), late at night, if it bothered you. Whether you were going to keep seeing him. If you still thought about finding your soulmate. He doesn’t think he’ll ever forget what your replying message said.
I mean, sure, I’m curious. But maybe I don’t need to see in colour. I think being in love is enough :)
So… you were in love.
With someone who wasn’t him.
He didn’t speak to anyone — not even you — for two whole days after that. He felt like he’d gone ten rounds with a peak-form George Foreman. He felt like he’d never be able to get rid of the pit that had developed in the depths of his gut. He couldn’t sleep, he could barely eat, he couldn’t focus: it was the worst he’d ever felt. And, well… Vernon knew it was immature. He knew he was acting like a child. If he could’ve shaken it off, the way he’s always done with so many of the things in his life that have bothered him, he’d have loved to. But he couldn’t.
Besides. Only about four people noticed his silence, anyway. You weren’t one of them; your boyfriend was keeping you plenty busy.
“He went to a club and got completely wasted and he— he—” you say, squeezing his hand even tighter than he’s holding yours. “But-… he says he-…” Hiccup. “Everything. Straight away — his…”
You don’t need to say it out loud; if anything, he’s a little disgusted with himself that he didn’t figure this out sooner. “His soulmate,” Vernon ruefully finishes for you. He groans the words out, feeling rotten to his core. “I’m so sorry…”
Your shoulders start to shake and he wastes no time in pulling you sideways against him, both his arms locked around you again, just like before.
“It’s so stupid,” you cry, laughing emptily. His stomach turns; he hates this. Your anguish is an assault on his eardrums, especially when he’s got you so close, but he tries so hard not to flinch, not to move away. You need him, no matter how agonised it makes him feel. “I knew he wasn’t mine, but I thought-…”
Your voice fades away to nothing. You shake your head.
“You thought he was happy the same way you were,” he finishes again. You just nod, sobbing harder. “That's not—… stop saying the way you feel is stupid.”
Vernon doesn’t understand how that loser could ever not have been happy with you. How could he dream about going out in search of something more? Hell, Vernon doesn’t think there’s a soul alive better than you — how could anyone stand to just throw you away?
He wonders briefly if you can hear his heartbeat, thundering in his chest with the rage he feels all the way into his bones. You’ve always told him that you admire how chilled out, how collected he is, but Vernon has never felt less calm in his entire life. It’s only as he acknowledges that he has no right to feel like this, that he takes a few deep breaths in an attempt to bring his fever down. You mimic him, trying to do the same, and by the time his pulse starts to settle, you’re back to just sniffling against his shoulder.
“Stay the night here,” he tells you. It isn’t a suggestion, or really even a request. It’s an order. There’s no room for negotiation. “We’ll go get your things in the morning. I’ll be right there with you.”
You open your mouth to speak, but Vernon gets there before you do. Before you can protest the offers he’s made. Before you can ask him if he’s sure. He knows you, a little too well: he knows these are the words that are going to come out of your mouth next. “I’m with you, okay? Always.”
You sit back from him with a quiet chuckle, wiping your eyes again on your damp sleeve. “I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you,” you murmur. “You’re the best— the best thing that ever happened to me.”
He just rolls his eyes at you and shakes his head, standing up from the couch. (I know you are, he thinks. This isn’t the time for jokes, though.) He wishes you knew what you mean to him; how, in his eyes, you deserve the world, presented to you on a shining silver platter. Wishes you knew that he’d give it to you if thought he could carry it.
“Go wash up,” he says, ignoring the ache in his chest at the way your watery lashes flutter when you look up at him. “I’ll find you something to sleep in.”
He locates a spare toothbrush from a travelling kit he’s never used and sets a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants on the heated towel rail, leaving you alone in the bathroom to go about your business. You emerge some fifteen minutes later to find Vernon perched on the edge of his bed, scrolling through an app on his phone. He can’t help but swallow at the way his clothes fit you. How the steam from your shower clings to your skin, casts a heavenly haze around you. He hopes it isn’t obvious. This is about more than his dumb little crush.
“Were you asleep?” You ask him, nodding towards his comforter, still pushed back on one side. He turns to glance over his shoulder, following the line of your sight, before he looks back at you and shakes his head.
“Not even close,” he says. “I’d just got into bed when you got here.”
You worry your bottom lip between your teeth and nod. Vernon doesn't think you look totally convinced, but he can’t force you to believe him, even if it is the truth.
It’s unspoken but accepted that you'll sleep in the bed with him; he’s never let you stay on his couch when you spend the night, and you never agree to displacing him even though he always tries to insist he doesn’t mind. You’ve been friends for enough time now that it’ll never be weird to crawl beneath the sheets with him, anyway. At first, he didn’t really like sharing (he’s a bit… particular with how he sleeps, after all), but he got used to your weight on the mattress beside him quite quickly and makes a point to say he always sleeps better with you.
He hasn’t curled up next to you for the night in over two years. It’s awful, that that’s what he thinks about now as he turns off the lights and you settle down, shuffling under the comforter until he slides in next to you in the dark and you can lay your head on his chest. He knows it’s selfish. He thinks it probably makes him a bad person, too.
“Do you think—” you start to say, cut off by a long, vocal yawn. Your breath feels so warm through his t-shirt. “If you fall out of love with them… do the colours go away?”
With his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling he can’t even see, Vernon feels his heart shatter beneath the soft cushion of your cheek. He’s suddenly grateful he’s still fully clothed, as if the cotton barrier is the only thing stopping you from getting scratched by the splinters beneath his skin. He wonders if you hear it. It would be an easier explanation for why he doesn’t say anything than whatever his mouth could come up with, that’s for sure.
“I don’t know,” he says after a few seconds too long. The arm wrapped around your shoulders slips down to your waist and he squeezes you. Briefly, he wonders if it can force your broken pieces back together.
Vernon knows he would never do this to you. He’d never hurt you this way. Out of everyone he’s ever met, he thinks you’re the sweetest, the kindest, the most thoughtful of them all. The last person he’d ever wish a heartbreak upon. He even used to joke that he’d go to war with anyone who dared to try.
But now he’s seeing it happen? He feels as if he really could.
“I just hope you never have to find out,” he follows up, blinking back the thoughts that start to bubble away as your breaths slow down.
He wrapped a band-aid around your finger when you got a papercut once and you asked him, then, if he would kiss it better.
When you bumped your head in the playground, the same.
He’d kiss it all better now too, if he could. He’d show you how you deserve to be loved.
And he doesn’t just think it, anymore; Vernon knows that this makes him a terrible person.
“I hope you don’t, either,” you mumble back. “... and I hope we find them soon.”
He’s so proud of you.
Okay, it never took much. He’s been proud of you for every good grade you’ve ever achieved, every doctor's appointment you booked for yourself, every trip to the dentist you stressed over. He’s been proud of you for finishing projects you were struggling with. Proud of you for learning new recipes. For every milestone, personal or professional, it’s the first thing he makes sure to say.
[ hey, look at u go!!! proud of u :) ]
Now? He’s seen you crawl from rock bottom to the top of the world. It hasn’t been easy. There have been hurdles and barriers and sometimes, sixty foot high walls you’ve had to climb up and over, but you’ve done it. You’re thriving. Every time he looks at you, these days, if you’re not wearing a smile there are at least traces of one in your eyes, on your face, in your voice. Happiness suits you, and he’s so, so proud of you for getting here.
He knows you’re doing better, because between Christmas and New Year, you asked him if he wanted to come to a party with you. At first, he wasn’t sure; the holidays left his wallet feeling a little light and he’s been on a really good streak of not drinking anything lately, but when you promised that you’d stay sober too, he kind of couldn’t say no.
[ i just wanna see in the new year with my favourite person ever <3 ]
[ ha. flattery will get u everywhere ]
So here he finds himself, out in the backyard of somebody he’s never met, a can of Coke in one hand and your gloved fingers holding tightly onto the other. You dragged him outside at five minutes to midnight and — though he doesn’t know why — you decided you didn’t want to let go. Vernon certainly wasn’t going to be the one to make you. Your warmth down his left side is settling the slight unease he’s felt all evening while also making him feel tipsier than he’s ever been under the influence of any amount of soju; he thinks maybe this should scare him, but he’s just… so glad he came.
With sixty seconds until the clock strikes twelve, somebody stands up on top of the picnic table in the yard and starts to try and coordinate a countdown. With forty-five, Vernon squeezes your hand, butterflies where his stomach ought to be. With thirty, he takes a long drain of his drink, finishing it as if it’ll give him some courage, maybe, or… he doesn’t know. Zero sugar, zero caffeine — there’s no logic behind his process, just a lot of bubbles and artificially sweetened syrup. All the same, he crushes the can against his thigh and slips it into his pocket to throw away later. That alone relieves a bit of his adrenaline.
Not enough, but some.
With ten seconds remaining, the first shout drowns out the white noise in his ears, the chaos of his thoughts. 10. He joins them. So do you. 9. 8. Your voice is the loudest, the most excited sounding. You want this year to be over. You want the rest of your life to begin.
7. 6. 5.
The crackers are set. Flames dance at the end of the garden on fire lighters, ready to send rockets shooting into the sky.
Some people here are going to see them as they truly are. Brilliant and vibrant and colourful against the black canvas of the midnight sky. Vernon won’t. Neither will you. But what was it you said to him once?
4. 3.
Maybe I don’t need to see in colour.
2.
For the first time, he thinks he agrees. The feeling of loving you, even if he never knows green from red, blue from orange? He doesn’t care. He has you. He loves you. That’s enough.
1.
Happy New Year.
As if dawn has broken early, the world becomes impossibly bright, pyrotechnics bursting not only over your own heads but everywhere, as far as his eyes can see. After the first few, he permits himself a glance over at your face: there are tears running down it, and his heart stutters, but then he hears you laugh. Brightly, wetly, more resonant than any of the booms and crackles and cheers he can feel all the way down to his toes.
For whatever reason, Vernon starts laughing with you.
You pull him closer into a bone-crushing hug and blink your damp lashes against the side of his neck. “Thank you for being here with me,” you say to him, practically shouting to be heard. “I love you so much.”
“I’m always gonna be with you,” he says as you pull back a little. Your arms are still around him. The chain of the bracelet he bought you all those years ago is bitterly cold against the back of his neck. He can’t feel his fingers anymore, all he knows is that they’re resting on the curve of your spine. He thinks he can see something in the way you look at him, so softly and tenderly and yet, in the twitch of your brow…
Like you’re searching for something that might not be there.
He knows his gaze moves in a perfect triangle — from your left eye, to your slightly parted, wind-chapped lips, to your right. He knows he stops breathing. He swears you do, too. Something builds — a spark catches, an energy festers, egged on by the curious murmurs of the people around you.
You could do it, his brain tells him.
So what if he’s a few minutes late for it to be traditional? Does it really matter?
But he’s reminded, again, this time with a whizz and a boom and a crackle, that you aren’t his to have this way. His storybook moment fizzles out, the final firework bursting into sparkles overhead. He sees every one of your perfect features brighten in wonder as you tilt your head back to look up at it. Sees it beautifully reflected in your glassy eyes. He has about enough time to commit the image to memory before you clear your throat and finally step away from him, losing all touch for the first time since you came outside.
One of your friends comes and pulls you into an embrace, before passing you along to someone else, and then someone else again. He loses you in the crowd that rushes to get back in the warm, but he makes no effort to move with them. He just stays out in the dark for a while with his own thoughts for company, shoving his frigid hands into the pockets of his jeans.
He’s happy, though. It’s like you said.
Being in love is enough.
“There’s just one more thing,” you say as the waitress returns with your bank card and a receipt. Vernon slides you a look as he stands, picking up his jacket from the back of the chair he’s been sitting in.
He shakes his head at you. “Whatever it is, it better not be edible,” he laughs. “I think this is the most full I’ve ever been.”
In other words, you’ve done enough already. Stop spending money on me. Please. Thankfully, your final surprise is in-keeping with his unspoken rule.
His birthday rolled around way too quickly. The start of the year has been so chaotically busy; you swear, you’ve hardly seen him since he dropped you off home after the party. You moved out of your parents’ house for the second time a few weeks ago and settling in, unpacking boxes, sorting through clothes and belongings and trinkets has taken you much longer than you care to admit. You’ve been busy at work, too. So has he. Your social calendars have barely lined up at all.
But you were determined to make plenty of time for him on his birthday.
To Vernon, this has always just been another day. He’s never cared too much about big celebrations: as long as he can spend some time with people he cares about, he’s happy, and this year he’s managed exactly that. He saw his family this morning, had some friends drop by his apartment later in the day, and now, he’s with you.
You’ve never been great at the laid-back approach, though. Not with him. How could you be, when he does so much for you, always without even batting an eye? When he deserves to be doted on, and adored, and thoroughly spoiled? It’s the same every year. You make a fuss, he playfully scolds you for it; you and he are creatures of habit. It’ll probably never change.
This year, you invited him to your new place to open the gifts you’d bought him: the new speaker he kept saying he couldn’t justify buying, a record he looked at in the store a few months ago but never bought, a sweatshirt to replace the one you stole off him on New Years Eve. Some candies he likes. Then, after he finally stopped pouting and sighing that you really didn’t need to go to all this effort, you took him out for dinner, making a reservation for two at his favourite restaurant.
The pouting continued.
Only up until your appetisers came out, though. The moment your food was placed down in front of you, his eyes doubled in size and his lips became a little too busy to stay pursed. Your own dinner almost went cold with how fondly you sat and watched him. This year, you even spared Vernon the embarrassment of having the restaurant staff sing at the side of your table.
All right, you have an ulterior motive, but… it’s the thought that counts, right?
He holds the door open for you now as you thank the waitress who served you one last time and without him lowering his arm, you step into place beneath it. Tucked up into Vernon’s side, you’re as happy as you’ve ever been. Nervous, too, but… you have a good feeling.
“Where to?” He asks as you fall into step together.
“This way.”
You emerge from the shelter of the canopy outside the restaurant’s front door and immediately feel the cool tickle of a snowflake landing on your cheek. They started to fall while you were eating and Vernon couldn’t stop watching through the window, small specks that grew over the hour into big clumps that tumbled towards the ground. He’s always loved the snow, and there’s no real destination for this gift, anyway. You guide him to the left and watch as peace takes its rightful home on his beautiful features.
“We’ve walked in a perfect square three times now,” Vernon says after a little while of meandering about in the dark, making comfortable small talk and laughing as the champagne bubbles in your stomachs continue to fizz away. “Where are we supposed to be going?”
You wondered how long it was going to take him to notice, or even if he was going to realise at all. Looking up and down the street you’re on, you stop in your tracks, standing beneath the same flickering street lamp that you’ve passed twice already. Your footprints trail both behind and in front of you, neither quite covered yet by the snowfall. You break into a laugh when you notice that the convenience store on your left has closed since the last time you came down this road.
“I can get a map open, if…” Vernon starts, reaching into his pocket. You stop him, stepping out from under his arm and wrapping your hand around his wrist instead.
“I might’ve told a little white lie,” you confess,
He halts with his phone only half pulled out, pushing it into his hip for fear of it falling if either of you let go. “What do you mean?” He asks.
You know he’s probably thinking back to your earlier conversations, trying to figure out which part exactly is the mistruth you’re now admitting to. But whether he gets there on his own or not, he waits for you to answer.
“I had it with me this whole time,” you explain, readjusting your hold on his covered forearm. His eyes dart downwards, looking at the site of contact, but he quickly lifts them back up to your face. “I was just… waiting for… ”
“What are you talking about?” Vernon asks.
“Close your eyes.”
You know.
Unfortunately for your best friend, as hush-hush as he’s managed to be all this time, the same can’t be said for the other person he entrusts all his secrets to. A few weeks ago, when you’d called Seungkwan to coordinate timings for Vernon’s birthday plans, he’d accidentally let something slip. It was your suggestion of taking Vernon to dinner that did the trick.
“Oh, he’s going to love that,” Seungkwan had gushed. You could hear the breadth of his smile down the phone and felt yourself growing hot at the compliment.
“You really think so?”
“Pfft. You could take him to the Eiffel Tower or to a drive-through KFC, and he’d still have hearts in his eyes – because it’s you.”
Of course, he attempted to do some damage control immediately after. Make out that he meant it in strictly platonic terms. But once the idea planted itself in your head, it sort of… made sense. You mulled it over for a couple of days but when you finally asked Seungkwan, deathly serious, if he really thought you stood a chance with Vernon?
He practically screamed ‘yes’ down the phone.
“The last time you asked me to do this, you killed me at laser-tag,” Vernon says, narrowing his eyes. He surely doesn’t think you’re hiding a plastic gun underneath the coat he literally just watched you don, but he doesn’t do as you ask and you suck your front teeth at him.
“Luckily for you, I left all my weapons at home,” you counter. “Come on, please. Just… trust me.”
“Said that last time, too,” he snickers. But, to his merit, he finally does it. He takes in a breath and follows your instruction. “I swear to God…”
Selfishly, you take a moment to bask in how handsome he really is. His eyes twitch underneath his lids and snowflakes cling to his lashes, moving with them. It’s in his hair, too. On his shoulders. Melting on his cheeks, leaving small wet spots on his face. One lands perfectly on the tip of his nose. You would immortalise this moment, if you could.
It made sense, when you found out, because thinking back? Nobody has ever loved you how Vernon does. He shows it in so many ways – he sends you the songs that he hears and thinks you’ll like, the pretty photographs that he takes when he’s away for work, some variant of a ‘good morning’ text, almost every day. He massages your shoulders, lets you fall asleep on his lap, follows you around like an obedient puppy when you have errands to run just so you don’t have to do them on your own.
He tries, and often fails, to cook you breakfast when you stay over. He brings you coffees, or lunch. He looks at you like you’re the moon and the stars. People have teased for years that you could be psychically connected. That you were cosmically united. That it was fate for Vernon to move into the house down the street from you when you were nine. To be the only other child your age on the block.
Two people, perfect for one another, lives intertwined eternally by fate. Or, in other words…
“Are you…?” He asks, breaking the quiet that has only been filled with your cloud-forming breaths.
“Give me a second,” you breathe. There’s no doubt in your mind.
One.
You lean forward to kiss him softly, free hand settling against the side of his neck. In the February chill, Vernon freezes, no part of his body reacting to you except for his lips. Though they twitch in a gasp, they press back against yours as if he isn’t even thinking about doing it. As if it’s instinctual. As if he was always supposed to kiss you – as if he’s your…
There it all is, when you finally pull away.
Brown eyes, framed by fluttering lashes that untangle from one another to finally see you, too. Brown, you know, because when you asked your mother to tell you about Vernon’s colours when you were younger, that was the only one she told you, saying everything else might change when he got older. Warm, brown eyes. Glistening with every blink, blink, blink of the bulb above you. Pupils slowly dilating, drowning the colours out of view. You see his lids shoot wide as he realises, as he glances left and right, as he takes this new world in for the first time, too.
“I knew it,” you say on a stuttered breath, so overwhelmed you could cry. “My soulmate.”
A brilliant smile threatens to split Vernon’s features in two as he cups your cheeks and pulls you back to him, kissing you again, and again, and again.
“I know you are,” he says against your lips, his bare thumbs pink and cold as they press into your skin. And, before you can kiss him quiet – “but what ‘m I?”
thank u so much for reading, i really hope you enjoyed this. as always, your likes/reblogs/comments and feedback are always deeply appreciated.<3
#vernon fluff#vernon x reader#vernon chwe fluff#seventeen fluff#svt fluff#hansol x reader#hansol fluff#kpop fluff#j writes.#*#so nervous ab posting this. anyway. i wrote this for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee and my deluded ass is gonna go jump in a hole now GOODBYE <3#vernon fanfic
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up the oranges? | max verstappen
face claim: non specific :)
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y/nstagram bestie won paddock passes to mclaren garage and was gracious enough to let little noob me tag along! up the oranges or whatever she said 🧡
ygfngram it's papaya babe... but thank u for letting me rant about all things f1!! (and thank u for the lando pic i'm gonna be so insufferable from now on)
↳ y/nstagram wdym from now on?? but i enjoyed it! 🫶
user1 y/n and f1?? the crossover we never knew we needed
user2 please say you vlogged it!!
↳ y/nstagram ofc i did 🫶 coming next week!!
landonorris was lovely to meet you guys! :)
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mclaren if y/n says it's up the oranges, it's up the oranges... you're welcome back anytime 🧡
↳ y/nstagram sorry best friends.. up the papayas! 🧡
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y/nstagram new vlog out now! the orange (😉) boys explain f1 to me, we take a look around the mclaren garages and a certain world champion sneaks in! link in bio 🧡
landonorris for someone who's never seen an f1 race, you picked it up pretty well!
↳ ybfngram not for lack of trying, she never wants to join my race nights 💔
↳ y/nstagram next time baby! girls night ❤️
redbullracing we think she'd look better in blue 👀
↳ maxverstappen1 agreed
↳user2 ARIANA? what are you doing here
mclaren back 🤺 redbull 🤺 back!
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mclaren we must say, orange suits you y/n 🧡
y/nstagram thank you for having me back mclaren! the oranges are safe and sound in my kitchen 🫡
↳ user1 oranges??
↳ y/nstagram when i arrived, they had a bowl of oranges waiting for me... humiliating babes...
landonorris the highlight was her peeling oranges for oscar and patting his head like a baby
↳ oscarpiastri didn't see her peeling YOU oranges though 🤨
↳ y/nstagram that's ybfngram's job xx
↳ ybfngram i would have if SOMEONE would have invited me...
↳ y/nstagram you were literally on another continent grumpy pants
↳ mclaren next time we'll bring some oranges for you ybfngram 🧡
↳ ybfngram and that's why i'm a papaya girl for life 🧡
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redbullracing it's mr steal your girllll 🎶
mclaren ... y/n how could you do this to us
↳ y/nstagram MCLAREN ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE.. you know i love you 🫶
↳ mclaren save it 💔
landonorris not you too 💔 ybfngram
↳ y/nstagram tbf i did have to physically wrestle the shirt onto her, dw she immediately went back to orange 🧡
↳ ybfngram lando sweetie... the papaya is in my veins... i was coerced...
↳ landonorris guess i'll have to bring you back to our side of the paddock 😉
maxverstappen1 i was right, she does look better in blue 💙
↳ user1 back of the line mr verstappen we were simping first
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↳ y/nstagram free red bulls for life and i'll back the blue
↳ mclaren wtf?
↳ maxverstappen1 consider it done
↳ christianhorner i don't remember agreeing to this max
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y/nstagram alexa play the dutch national anthem 💙
redbullracing our favourite song 💙
user1 did max draw that himself 😭
↳ maxverstappen1 y/n made it for me!
mclaren y'all are cute or whatever...
↳ y/nstagram still love you mclaren 🧡
scuderiaferrari we spot our charles, maybe red will suit you too y/n ❤️
↳ y/nstagram if you can get me a ferrari, i'll consider it xx
↳ scuderiaferrari ... let us make some phone calls
↳ maxverstappen1 i will burn it to the ground.
↳ user1 ur so real for that max, fight for your red bull girl!
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user2 y/n having all these f1 teams wrapped around her finger... what she deserves
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y/nstagram back at it again with another f1 vid! this time i convinced the red bull gang to do a mukbang with me before mr MV1 zoomed off to win another race! 🫶 link in bio 💙
user1 bro max was so whipped in this video...
↳ user2 TRULY! she had him giggling and kicking his feet the entire vid
user3 how does it feel to watch y/n snatch ur man danielricciardo
↳ danielricciardo he used to giggle and tuck his hair behind his ears like that with me 💔 come home max, the kids miss you x
↳ maxverstappen1 fuck them kids
redbullracing poor checo thirdwheeling again...
↳ schecoperez to be honest i checked out halfway through
↳ y/nstagram nooo checo my king im sorry 💔 next time it will be just us two 💙
↳ maxverstappen1 not if i have anything to do with it
user4 WHIPPED
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mclaren is this what it feels like to be cheated on? 💔
↳ y/nstagram my hearts big enough for both orange and blue 🧡💙
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redbullracing yo bro who got you smiling like that...
user1 red bull soft launching their drivers relationship?? admin on a scale of 1 to 10 how fired are you
↳ redbullracing i am declining all of christians calls...
↳ christianhorner see you at work monday.
↳ redbullracing oh its so over
maxverstappen1 can't believe red bull admin beat us to it y/nstagram 💔
↳ y/nstagram aaand i guess that was the hard launch
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y/nstagram so here's my bf(?) i guess... thanks redbullracing
danielricciardo stealing the second image thanks!
↳ y/nstagram 🫡
maxverstappen1 you couldn't have made it cute
↳ y/nstagram just showing your true personality babe x
maxverstappen1 love you or whatever 🙄
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user1 she's so real for these pics
redbullracing if it makes you feel better i did nearly lose my job
↳ user1 we got your back admin ❤️
user2 the first pic should be framed and hung in the louvre
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user3 why the ? by bf ???
↳ y/nstagram we never really made it official?? red bull did it for us i guess hahaha
↳ maxverstappen1 oh make no mistake, you're mine ❤️
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HEARTBREAK SYNDROME.
episode six :: THANK U, NEXT.
꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴max verstappen x ex!y/n
꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au / irl snippets
꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔y/n has come to save the industry, oh and max crashes.
fc – wonyoung jang (28)
꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕max crashes and dnfs, shady behavior, i accidentally said w13 instead of w14.
y/n
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y/n heartbreak syndrome, 20/9 🫀 my sixth studio album is finally coming out and i can’t wait for u to hear it !! (i actually physically can not wait until it’s released i’ll need to be held down srsly) i’ve worked with some of my absolute favourite people in the entire world to make the songs on here and i hope that u guys love this project as much i do 🎻🤍 excuse the twitter jump scare btw i was excited sorry lol 🫂🫧
tagged: honeymoon, arianagrande, theweeknd.
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y/n I MADE AN ALBUM GUYS!!! AN ALBUM!! GUYSSS!!
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pierregasly literally ran a lap, i’m too excited.
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➜ alexalbon 🤨
☆ IMESSAGE with ; BOARD OF DIRECTORS.
y/n: GUESS WHOS COMING TO THE ITALIAN GRAND PRIX
honey badger : iS THIS A PISS TAKE???
my baby lando: shut up 😒
my baby lando: shut the actual fuck up 😟
chili!: YOU BETTER BE FOR REAL
chal eclair: REALLY OH MY GOD Y/N
alabono: PULL UP IMMEDIATELY 😁
PIERRE GASLYYYY: YEAHHHHH BOY
chal eclair: you’re coming to the ferrari garage first i don’t make the rules 🙏🏻
chili!: what charles said 🙏🏻
PIERRE GASLYYYY: UHM NO ???
alabono: c’mon now we all know where she’s going first
my baby lando: to the mclaren garage obv ??
chili!: no tf she’s not 😐
princess george: guys
chal eclair: ferrari garage or i run out into the track so i get ran over
chili!: oKAY RELAX 🔥
my baby lando: listen
my baby lando: i’ll be holding y/n hostage in the mclaren garage just so you know 🧡
alabono: see this just won’t work mate 🫤
princess george: GUYS
honey badger: i was gonna say rb garage but i’ll stay quite lmfao
PIERRE GASLYYYY: yeah let us know how that will turn out 🙄
my baby lando: yeah how abt no.
yukino: i will turn everyone into human sashimi if i don’t see y/n in MY end of the garage tmrw 🙏🏻❤️🔥
y/n: 😟
my baby lando: 😟
alabono: 😟
chal eclair: CHILL MATE
chili!: bwoah
PIERRE GASLYYYY: okay yeah no
princess george: GUYS.
princess george: y/n will be staying at the mercedes garage and hospitality
princess george: your welcome btw i convinced her to come
my baby lando: george william russell, i know where you live.
chili!: ?????????
chal eclair: ^^^^
PIERRE GASLYYYY: retweet
y/n: wait
y/n: yuki where tf have u been
yukino: i don’t feel like talking to people sometimes
y/n: retweet that
honey badger: real
chili!: honestly tho
my baby lando: real as fuck
alabono: still not over y/n picking george over the rest of us 🥲
chili!: yEAH WHY HIM HE’S NOT SPECIAL
chili!: HE’S BRITISH
yukino: retweet THAT
my baby lando: oH CARLOS YOU HAVE A PROBLEMS WITH BRITS NOW HUH??
honey badger: fIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
y/n: you guys are the most unserious mfs
chal eclair: bae george is not special
chal eclair: come home to ferrari 🙏🏻❤️
chili!: literally like ??
alabono: HOME?? FERRARI???
PIERRE GASLYYYY: ^^^^
my baby lando: “come home to ferrari”
my baby lando: i just had an aneurism
chal eclair: 😐
y/n: we’re literally gonna be together all day 😭
y/n: plus apparently roscoe hamilton is coming tmrw so
my baby lando : YOU PICKED A DOG OVER ME??
y/n: same same
my baby lando: BITCH 😭
honey badger: HAKSKANSJA
chili!: I CACKLEDDDDDD
chal eclair: LMFAOOOO
princess george: ROFLLLLLLL
my baby lando: we hAD A NO BULLYING POLICY
y/n: can’t hear you over doing my makeup while lily, carmen and kika scream along to lana del rey 🤍
my baby lando: i don’t like you.
y/n: liar
my baby lando: true
MAX VERSTAPPEN COMMENTS ON HIS DNF AT THE ITALIAN GRAND PRIX:
#f1 x reader#f1 fanfiction#f1 smau#f1 x y/n#f1 x you#charles leclerc x reader#carlos sainz x reader#lando norris x reader#daniel ricciardo x reader#lewis hamilton x reader#george russell x reader#max verstappen#yuki tsunoda x reader#pierre gasly x reader#alex albon x reader
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꒰ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 : 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐳𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲-𝐚𝐭-𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞… ꒱
word count: 950
contains: domestic fluff, crack, my shitty writing strikes AGAIN
zayne x female!reader
note: guess who's brainrotting again!! 🥰 I haven't posted for l&dps in a hot minute so uh here y'all go (those requests are still sitting in my drafts bro im so sorry 😔)
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⟡ …is fairly uneventful. but it’s the kind of unexciting lull that’s peaceful, not boring. you get up in the morning, turn the ac on, lay out his work clothes and shoes and towel for his morning shower, before heading to get the coffee machine going. you don’t mind having to get up so early in the morning for him; making his bento lunch boxes full of food that would be bound to get him through the day. zayne treats you like a queen, his hefty paycheck leaving more than enough for him to arrive home with a little bag from some expensive jewellery shop, presenting you with either a lovely gemmed pendant, a dazzling pair of earrings or stylish bracelets.
⟡ …is relaxing. when he leaves for the day, you having helped him into his coat and him bidding you goodbye with a long, loving kiss, you get to blast your favourite songs and get on with what housework that needs to be done. once the chores are completed, you can chill for the rest of the day—sometimes, you just settle for being a couch potato and binge your favourite dramas with an entire tub of ice cream, maybe do some baking (i.e., chocolate brownies or cake that zayne adores), or you head out to do some grocery shopping, treating yourself along the way.
⟡ …is amusing for those around to see. from time to time, zayne is rather in a rush and forgets to pack his lunch box that sits on the bench, ready for him to take. this provides you a perfect excuse to visit him at the hospital, tapping on his office door at a certain time when you know he’s free—which is, of course, lunchtime. the idiot usually works through his lunch break. the scolding he receives upon your arrival always has him quickly turning off his computer and obeying your orders.
“you forgot your lunch box again this morni—” looking up, zayne sees you standing frozen in the doorway, his blue bento lunch box in your hands, staring at him with this expression of pure disappointment that immediately tells him what’s coming. resigning himself to his fate, zayne steels himself for a lecture in 3, 2, 1…
“how many times do i have to tell you to actually take a break when it’s break time?” slamming the lunch box down on his desk, zayne watches his wife plant a hand on her hip and jut a finger at him, then the bento box. “do i have to come down here everyday to monitor you like a fussing mother hen? i’m going to start calling you at twelve pm, on the dot, if you don’t get your act together, zayne!”
slipping his glasses off, he reigns in his annoyance and reaches for his bento box. he can smell the still-warm food within it, and his stomach instantly rumbles in hunger. eating meals made by you is always a highlight of his day. “no need, my dear. i’ll set a reminder—”
“rubbish! you said that last week when i barged in here, catching you spending more time with your damn computer and documents than you do me.”
“love, you need to understand that i have a lot of work that needs doing—”
“of course i understand that! but whenever you skip your lunch breaks, you come home grumpier than usual, you grumble at me when i don’t do something right, and complain of a headache! it also sends your evol off kilter, putting you in danger! i hate to be that one nagging wife, but sometimes it’s like i’m taking care of a seven-year-old who refuses to eat his brussel sprouts, and then wonder why he’s not getting any taller.”
so zayne did as he was told and ate every morsel in that bento box under your strict, watchful eye. dr greyson ushers the other interns away from the office when he heard you two ‘arguing’, the young kids snickering to themselves at the sight of the unapproachable, frigid chief cardiac surgeon zayne hastily obeying his wife’s every order.
⟡ …is sometimes stressful. zayne occasionally has these vigilante tendencies, roaming around the alleyways way past his due hour home and wiping out all these wanderers without sending you a single text about it. it leaves you absolutely worried sick, and the beratings he receives immediately upon his arrival home are ten times worse than the ones he’s subjected to when he forgets his lunch box.
⟡ …means there are ‘terms and conditions’ established. he makes the money, but you run the shop. your shared apartment is spacious and very modern, yes, but there’s still quite a lot of vacuum cleaning and window-washing to do. zayne respects that you’re the woman of the house, and never misunderstand that your marriage is a mutual effort. you both love each other very much, and you hardly ever fight (apart from petty arguments over who’s doing the dishes tonight). just because zayne works all day does not mean he doesn’t have to pull his weight around.
⟡ …means his days off are spent sleeping in, making love, and spending what time you have together preciously. you’ll go out to eat or go for a walk along the beach. he’ll tell you about his week, you’ll comfort him over the patients he couldn’t save. it never helps that he always beats himself up over it. no matter how much you try to tell him it wasn’t his fault, that sometimes there’s only so much he can do, he’ll always feel responsible. zayne may seem like a cold, unfeeling man, but he’s likely the most empathetic, humane person you’ve ever met.
it's the RATE at which feminism leaves my body whenever this man shows up 🙏
I apologise for this, it was written on a whim when I am supposed to be studying for my history assignment due next week!! 🥰 oh well <3
and I'd just like to say this - if this has already been done before, then I can tell you right now that I did not know. I don't want to have another anon enter my inbox saying "erm actually this is really similar to [this person]'s post 🤓☝️" and basically accuse me of being a plagiariser. because I wrote this, as I said, on a whim while eating my avocado on toast after doing my dailies on l&dps, not after reading some other author's fic and going "hey im gonna write that", because bro ☠️ that's crazy. so if it is similar to someone else's, I apologise! I genuinely did not know (I can't stress that enough) 💛
#zayne love and deepspace#love and deepspace#zayne love and deepspace x reader#lads zayne#zayne x reader#love and deepspace zayne#zayne fluff#zayne x you#lads#zayne#I have 54839753925943 things I should be working on but instead im posting this#pray for me guys im about to wither away completely 🙏#I also have a very bad headache anyways LOVE YALL!!#zayne love and deepspace headcanons#love and deepspace headcanons
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i love your works so much 💕💕 u write the characters so well! i was wondering if you could do the housewardens + a mc who listens to heavy rock and metal? or, alternatively, a mc who plays guitar. thank you <3
A/N: Ah, I am very thankful for these words. I decided to mix these two idea for different characters. I hope it is alright.
HOUSEWARDENS WITH MC, WHO IS INTERESTED IN HEAVY MUSIC
Riddle Rosehearts. ❤️
— I have a headcanon that Riddle rarely listens to music, and if he does, it is something classical and organic. Perhaps, lo-fi for studies purposes, too, but rarely;
— When you ask about putting some of your favourite songs for the evening, Riddle has no arguments against it. You are such a lovely and delightful person, surely, you music is just as sweet as–
— Oh, dear. Congratulations, you scared him with the noises of hell, blasting through dynamics...
— Respectfully, he hates your music preferences. And there is no way it will change. However, he tries to be nice about it...
•
”You are looking as if you are having a heart attack,” you comment absentmindedly, putting song on the pause. ”Riddle, I told you, that you shouldn't make yourself listen to it, if—”
”I am fine! I am fine, really,” he quickly reassures you, plastering a nervous smile on his face. ”Please, put it back. I... I really enjoyed this last part, where... Uhm... He screamed.”
You sigh.
Riddle was impossible to deal with.
Leona Kingscholar. 💛
— When you tell Leona that you make your own music, he thinks you play something careful or pop-like. He doesn't like this type of music, but obviously he can endure a little torment for you;
— However as you take a guitar in your hands, Leona is genuinely shocked. Very pleasantly shocked!
— I headcanon Leona listening to heavy rock, too, so, I think that he absolutely loves what you do. He is your fan number one now, and he brags about you to everyone.
— If you also sing, he will use your voice as a lullaby material. ”Y/n, play ’Numb’ by Linkin Park, I want to sleep.”
•
”Guess what?” You ask as you are standing behind sitting Leona, resting elbows on his shoulders.
”Hm? What is it?”
”Headmaster asked me to sing for the Halloween concert,” you smirk proudly.
As emerald eyes lit up slightly—a very rare sight to witness—Leona folds arms on his chest, clearly boasting:
”Of course, he did,” turning his head to your side, he lands a kiss on your cheek. ”That's my star right there!”
You huff, but your cheeks are instantly flushed from his compliment. Why he has to be so embarrassing?
Azul Ashengrotto. 🩵
— I am sorry, but as soon as he finds out about you, being a musician, he will not even care about what type of music it is. From now, you are playing in the Monster Lounge in all your free times—
— But jokes aside, Azul instantly supports you. He doesn't really have an established opinion about heavy metal. Music is music, isn't it?
— Though, if you ask me, I don't think Azul is a big fan of this genre in general. But he is your fan, so it doesn't really matter;
— He will definitely suggest to become your personal manager, because, of course, he would.
•
”So?” You let out a tired, a little rushed breath, looking at your boyfriend expectantly. ”Was it good? Was it bad? Monster Lounge worthy, or?”
There is a strange dreamy smile on Azul's face, with his teeth slightly baring as he rushes to your side:
”My dear, it was an absolute masterpiece. It is not Monster Lounge worthy. It is a world worthy.’
”Azul,” you groan, rolling your eyes tiredly. ”Please, don't lie to me. It is just some silly songs.”
Ignoring your remark, he presses his cheek to yours, announcing with a strange triumph in his voice.
”And that how legends are made.”
You fight an urge to smack him with a guitar. What an idiot.
Kalim Al-Asim. 🧡
— I think Kalim likes hyperpop the most, but overall, he listens everything. So, don't be afraid, he is definitely not a one to judge or say something against your tastes;
— When you crash in his place to hang out, and put your playlist, he is absolutely delighted! He likes every song you show him, and he makes sure to add it on his favourites, too;
— Kalim might or might not ask you for you account in Magicfy, so you both could constantly see what you are listening to, and exchange songs you like;
— And he makes a special playlist for you, with songs he thinks you might like, and never heard before.
•
”Did you like it?” Kalim asks, shifting from one leg to another, almost nervously. ”A few of them were added from Jamil's playlist, but I hadn't seen anything similar in your Magicfy, so—”
”Kali-im,” you are practically throwing yourself on him, wrapping arms around his neck tightly. ”Kalim, you are the best.”
You spent your last night listening through playlist he made—consisting of forty five songs!—and you can't help but feel grateful. Kalim chose every single song so carefully, just to please you.
”I am glad you like it!”
And, surely, everyone knows that the path to someone's heart lays through new and unexplored music!
Vil Schoenheit. 💜
— Your confession that you make music bring a lot of satisfaction to him. He thinks, it is important to have some similar interests, and he loves the idea both of you being invested in this type of art;
— However, Vil had never expected that you are creating rock music. It is not something he listens to, but, he supports your interest nevertheless;
— You are always amazing in his eyes, but if Vil spots some mistake in your work, or just suggestion how to improve your lyrics, he will point it out;
— Just like Azul, invested in making you a star. Buys you expensive technics, connects you with different famous people, who can teach you something useful, and, accidentally, mentions you in front of his colleagues... Oh, he knows what he is doing.
•
”I am so nervous,” you mumble, fixing your hair for the fifth time in a row. ”This concert place is huge. Why it is so huge?”
”Calm down,” Vil sighs, slightly smacking your hands away. ”And keep your hands of your face and hair, I worked too long on them for you ruining it so easily.”
You smile apologetically.
”Don't worry, my twinkle star. The stage is yours—and you got it,” he kisses you on the back of your hand reassuringly, well-aware of how hard it is; to preform for the first time. ”Now go. And when you return, I will make sure to reward you thoroughly.”
As your cheeks heat up, you can't think of anything but a mystery reward you were promised to... Well, Vil definitely knows how to fight with anxiety.
Idia Shroud. 💙
— Idia literally doesn't care what music is playing. He puts random playlists on the background, when he is playing games most of the time. He is not even familiar with the names of songs or musical bands;
— When you ask if you can put your music, Idia literally just shrugs;
— Have zero reaction on your playlist. Might or might not nod occasionally in the beat of song, but that's it;
— But, if his head hurts, he will ask to turn it down. His migraines can't tolerate this kind of loudness, sorry.
•
”Can I put my playlist?” You ask quietly, plopping on the sofa as you enter the room.
”Not today,” Idia sighs, sitting next to you slowly. ”My head hurts, and if I wanted to hear man screaming in this state, I would simply go to the housewarden meeting.”
You chuckle softly, reaching to pat his hair. As your fingers sink in his unruly locks, he mumbles something incoherent, nuzzling in your touch instantly.
”Rest then, darling,” you scratch the skin of his head gently. ”I am here.”
”Thank you...”
Malleus Draconia. 💚
— Malleus is so excited that you asked him to check your music out, that he doesn't even care about such details as this;
— He has a really superficial knowledge about genres and stuff, but since Lilia plays in the group in his free-time, and it is also the heavy stuff, Malleus is not that ignorant;
— But, truth to be told, he would love your songs anyway. It is you, who makes this songs special, not the other way around;
— Just as Leona, he is your most loyal fan, bragging about you everywhere. He likes to sit on your lap, while you work on lyrics and notes, too.
•
”Had you been here for a long time?” You ask with unhidden surprise in your voice.
Malleus is standing in the doorway, leaning on the door frame with his shoulder, arms folded on his chest. He smiles widely as you acknowledge him, stars in eyes becoming even brighter than before.
”It doesn't matter. The image of you working on what you love, these fingers fumbling in strings, fascinates me completely. The time passes without a notice.”
You huff, already being used to this kind of compliments from him.
”Then come and sit with me,” you offer, patting the place next to you. ”I don't mind having you here, after all.”
And that what makes him beam openly.
What a level of trust it is!
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seventeen — vocal unit as your boyfriend
okay so technically i already did this in dating hyung line / maknae line but — part 2 i guess? requested by @glowunderthemoon 💗
jeonghan
evil!!!!! likes to play around with you so much
especially if you guys are playing games or something he just makes up rules that get wilder and wilder until you draw the line
apologises to you afterwards w backhugs and kisses on your neck but he’s still giggling so how sorry is he really?
sends you all his boyfriend photos and then when he finds out one of them is your lockcreen he’s sooooo cocky about it (“i didn’t know you liked me that much” “jeonghan we have been dating for two years”)
takes you shopping but then gets antsy if you guys stay too long in one shop 😭 he won’t hurry you but he’ll just be shifting around awkwardly until ur done
has unflattering pictures of you as his lock screen. think fast asleep mouth open drooling a little. that’s his lockscreen and he won’t change it no matter how much u ask (he actually thinks it’s adorable)
gives you bites of his food without you even asking
joshua
takes loads of random selfies on your phone,,, like you open the photos app and ur like ?????? because suddenly there are 78 new photos of his face that you definitely did not take
gets sulky if you leave him to go out with friends or something 😭 ofc he’s just kidding but he dramatically throws an arm over his face and pouts (“i thought you loved me!!!!” “joshua you don’t even like this restaurant” “what if i changed my mind????” “we tried it last week!!!!”)
i feel like he’s the worst to have by ur side in an awkward situation bc you guys look at each other and you’re suddenly trying to hold back your laughter SOOOO bad and there’s not even anything funny😭
or if you’re talking to someone annoying he just stands behind them and makes faces to try and get you to crack tf up
tries to learn your favourite song on the guitar and then when you’re like “show me :))” he just starts playing sunday morning
woozi
omfg. the SWEETEST.
i think i said this in the other one but lets you play with his equipment and teaches you how to make basic beats and stuff (if u don’t know already) — tells u things like “good job!!” when you finish one
he’ll let you do whatever you want for dates and go along with it because you want to do it even if he’s reluctant <3333
if you don’t watch anime congratulations now you do!!!!! catch him at the right moment he’s gonna give you the rundown on all his favourites and the plots and the characters and everything (like his six hour live omfg)
genuinely believe he really is not cold as a boyfriend i think that is a Misconception — i saw this post the other day and HARD AGREE like this is mr i love my team i love my crew we are talking about ??? the same man who wrote darling which is arguably one of their sweetest songs????????
dk
i’m convinced this man is an angel ? he acts like your guardian angel anyway he takes care of you so hard it’s crazy
he makes sure u eat well and u rest well and everything omg :(
also feel like he randomly bursts into a skit in the kitchen and you hAVE to play along you have to get invested!!!!!
also just a sidenote can u imagine just being in the same house as him and you can just hear him singing from the other room :( i am so sad :(
i feel like he takes note of what you really like and remembers (or notes it down). like if you have flowers in a vase the first time h comes over you best believe he’s going to keep that vase STOCKED for however long
even if he’s away or on tour or something you’d still get weekly deliveries with a card or something AHHHHHH
compliment battles 😭 even if you just say something small (“i like your hair today”) he immediately returns the compliment x10 until eventually you guys are just arguing about who’s sweeter or something weird which just ends in giggles once you realise how loud he’s saying “oh yeah? well your eyes are even prettier!!!”
seungkwan
MY LOVELY SEUNGKWAN 😭💗😭💗 convinced he’s sooo boyfriend material
like the most caring kindest sweetest boyfriend he texts you reminders every day (“don’t forget to eat~” “drink some water please~”) HES SO CUTE 😭
randomly squishes your cheeks and goes “pretty” and then moves on like nothing happened but gets so flustered if you do it back 😭 acts annoyed but he kinda loves it <3
if you’re cooking with music on you’re not getting him out that kitchen he is dancing like there’s no tomorrow !!!!! makes you join him and teaches you the steps if you don’t know them already until both of you are just giggling messes and oh fuck the food’s going to burn
wants your approval for every outfit and hairstyle 😭 the stylist is about to dye his hair and he holds up a hand like. “WAIT.” and facetimes you quickly like “hi baby what do you think about dark blue hair???”
and if you tell him something like “seungkwan you’re always handsome” he just clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes 😭😭 “just tell me yes or no!!!”
#seventeen fluff#seventeen x reader#seventeen imagines#seventeen fic#seventeen fanfic#seventeen headcanons#jeonghan fluff#jeonghan x reader#joshua fluff#joshua x reader#woozi fluff#woozi x reader#jihoon fluff#jihoon x reader#dk fluff#dk x reader#seokmin fluff#seokmin x reader#seungkwan fluff#seungkwan x reader
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summer in love | trevor zegras x hughes!reader
luvhughes43 masterlist🌷
request: Hughes!Reader x Trevor insta edit with any fluffy plot your heart desires
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yn.hughes summer💐💗
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trevorzegras my fav girl!❤️
yn.hughes love youuuu <33
yourbestie cutieeee in the middle
_alexturcotte lake house lake house lake house lake house lake house
yn.hughes we'll be there soon i promise😭😭
user01 i need more pics of trev
user77 speak for yourself i want more pics of yn
user16 TREVOR??? HES SO HOT THANK U YN FOR POSTING
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trevorzegras youre a cowboy like me🤠🐎
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jackhughes yea haw🤠
fan66 sadly he doesn't know its a ts lyric😓🙏
fan21 i can change him.
yn.hughes not even song lyrics can describe how much i love you
trevorzegras i love you more than any song❤️
lhughes_06 yn.hughes why are you everywhere BUT the lake house
yn.hughes because of the musiccc
jamie.drysdale lovebirds 🦅
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yn.hughes the love of my life, and my brothers are there too
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trevorzegras my favourite caddy❤️
yn.hughes replace that c with a d and thats what i think of you❤️
jackhughes yn.hughes please dont ever say that again thanks!👍
lhughes_06 thats actually gross
yn.hughes is that hockey slang for good?
lhughes_06 no im actually repulsed and gagging
yn.hughes lame!
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colecaufield about time you guys got back
_quinnhughes you guys are kind of cute i guess
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user45 the first pic... oh wow
user32 need to be cuddling on a hill with trevor BAD
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trevorzegras off szn? more like wedding szn💍😎🥂
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_quinnhughes Fun weekend👍
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yourbff going to wife yn.hughes up if u dont !
_quinnhughes he better not be proposing anytime soon!
yn.hughes yourbff love youuuu🫶🫶
fan88 almost fell to my knees in a walmart😭 i thought they eloped or something omg
fan33 the 3 diff emojis... like the last two match with the 2nd and 3rd photo but the ring for yn?? is trevor proposing soon?!🤯
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yn.hughes have i ever told u guys how much i love summer?
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trevorzegras 👁❤️🫵
yn.hughes 👁❤️🫵2️⃣
jackhughes summer being trevor? yeah you have!
yn.hughes good! just wanted to make sure everyone was clear<3
lhughes_06 ok
yn.hughes admit were cute !
lhughes_06 i mean....
yn.hughes say it or i tell everyone about the [load more]
lhughes_06 you guys are soooo cute😢 makes me shed a tear every time i see you two together
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user23 yn in the 2nd pic is my reaction to the first
user72 the last pic is so cute wtf??😭
#trevor zegras x reader#trevor zegras fluff#trevor zegras imagine#trevor zegras insta edit#jack hughes x reader#luke hughes x reader#quinn hughes x reader#nhl fanfiction#nhl imagine#nhl blurb#nhl fic
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hii I have a rockstar!remus request where the reader is a massive fan of the Marauders band and she got front row seats (idk what instrument u prefer to have remus play but guitarist!remus lives in my head rent free) and he sees her in the crowd and when it's his guitar solo he just locks eyes with her and doesn't look away and then winks at her when he's done<3
Hiii ty for this cute request! Hope you like it and lovelies if you have some more request for rockstar!remus feel free to send them my way, warnings: fluff, mentions of concerts, (0.5k)
You've been a fan of The Marauders basically since they've started playing. But this is your first time at their concert, where you can actually see their faces in real life, not just through those huge TV screens.
You're standing in the front row, giddy as one can be. It all feels like some kind of fever dream being this close to the stage.
And something that makes it even better, it's that right in front of you is the bassist of the band, Remus Lupin.
He's definitely your favourite member of the band. With his soft face, kind looking eyes, devilish smile, wild hair, he's the perfect definition of a rockstar and that's basically why every single girl or a boy melts at the sight of him.
But even tho, you really love him, you aren't one of the girls, that will go crazy at the sight of him.
It's because you know, there's no fucking chance, that he'd ever look at you and think ' oh that girl is really cute, lemme ask her out'. You know, that's not happening, like ever, so you settle for enjoying the moment of just seeing him so close.
But something weird keeps happening during the show. Remus seems to be looking at you every now and then, or at least you think he is. Maybe you're just going crazy.
You try to not think of it, not wanting to be delusional. But when one of Remus's bass solos come on, you know for sure, you're ot imagining it.
Remus's is definitely looking at you. Like he doesn't break the eye contact the entire solo and it makes your cheeks go on fire.
You even look around you to make sure, he's not looking at somebody behind you. He's not.
And his smirking isn't helping the situation, like at all and by the time the solo is over, your cheeks are red as a tomato and a shy smile is stuck on your face.
What makes it even worse for you is when he winks at you at the end of it. You have to actually hold on to the railing just so you don't loose your stability, suddenly feeling like some silly fangirl.
And that handsome bastard just chuckles at your stunned, sheepish face.
For the rest of the concert, you try your best to calm down and to bring your stupid hopes down. It feels impossible tho.
And finally, the last song ends and you can go to your hotel room to take a cold shower to get rid of the permanent flushed cheeks.
But your hope of doing that dissappears just as quickly as it came, because one of the bodyguards hands you a folded paper. It's written in a messy handwriting, that you don't recognise, but you easily guess who's it from.
Thank you for being a great view for me, dove. Your dance moves and smile made my evening, hell the entire week probably. So thank you. See you soon hopefully ;)
Love, R.L.
Bravely, you scribble your phone number with a short note on the other side of the paper and quickly run out of there. Cheeky smile now paints your face as you make your way to the hotel and surprisingly, when your phone vibrates with a notification, you know it's him, it's from Remus.
#remus lupin x reader#remus lupin x fem!reader#remus lupin imagine#remus lupin x you#remus lupin x y/n#remus lupin fanfiction#remus lupin fluff#rockstar!remus#remus lupin
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Dating S Coups would include
A/N: HIIII Happy new year !!! Long time no see. I wanted to write one of these for so long but it just wasn’t working out…. And then my brain came up with this out of no where. I’m not sure how well this is gonna do bc it’s been a while ((also no one has ever requested s coups??? So I’m really doing this for no reason LMAO)) I’m ngl i kinda popped off on this one. also fun lil treat at the end <3
Series Masterlist
Crushing stages:
This is a friends to lovers type of man!!! I cannot stress this enough
You meet each other when you’re kids and one day he looks at you and it just clicks
At first you refuse to believe there’s something between you two bc you’ve known him for so long
But there’s something about the way he says your name when he’s sleepy, how he always makes sure to be on the “dangerous” side of the sidewalk for you, how he is the one thing in your life that feels stable and warm and right
One day he’s like “fuck it” and goes for it bc there is no feeling in the world as definite as his love for you
Dating:
Bc you’ve been friends for actual eternity he knows you so well
It goes beyond just remembering all the foods you do and don’t like (which he does know) … HE CAN TELL WHEN YOU’RE LYING
Also bc of this, he’s the first person you go to for advice
You know he’ll be honest and fair and help you come up with the right decision bc he just… knows you
Sends u drunk texts bc he cannot stop thinking about u ever
100000% compared hands with you when you were just friends LMAO AND STARTED INTERLOCKING FINGERSJSJDKSK
He does not get tired of listening to the story of when you realized you had feelings for him
Will do things for you even if he’s tired out of his mind as long as it makes u happy
If u needed a glass of water in the middle of the night there is no question about,, he’s getting up from bed to make sure you have it
“Text me when u get home” 🫡
Brings up embarrassing childhood stories about you
But don’t worry you also got some dirt on him so he won’t be hehe-ing for too long
NOOO I FEEL LIKE HE’D ENJOY MAKING LEGO FLOWERS WITH YOU (or any sort of thing where you guys can sit in comfortable silence,, as long as you’re together type thing)
IT’S A YEARLY TRADITION
Is not afraid to tell you his opinion
And won’t always agree with u
Sometimes he wont say it tho, you can just tell by his face…. But also guess what Cheol ur not the boss 🤬🤬🤬
Loves late night drives !!! Eeeee imagine listening to music in the car with him and singing your lil hearts out
One hand on the wheel one hand on you
Having a Spotify blend of ur guys’ favourite songs 😭😭 and they’re always in rotation 😭😭😭 Imma cry rn
He said “I love you” first. Tbh he always knew he was going to be the one bc he can’t help it, it’s so easy with you
Cuddles after a long day
“C’mere” in his tired voice FJOSFIOWJXJKWNS!!!
Spoonfeeds you bites of his meals
Your parents really really like him ((he’s so charming I fear there was no choice))
Sends u cute lil update pics
YOU GOT THIS FULL GROWN MAN SENDING YOU KISSY FACES
Nah he for sure has an album in his phone called “us <3” or some shit with just pics of YOU GUYS AHHHHHH
For some reason I feel like he’d like the sound of his SO’s voice
Is your voice of reason when u wanna make a dumb decision … but will that stop u from being dumb sometimes??? I think not
Lowkey…. Blows u kisses…. No one else is allowed to see tho ok shh
Your whole house smells like him after he visits bc his cologne is STRONG
Often times when you’re cuddling in bed he’ll be looking over your shoulder so u guys watch TikToks/videos together
Soooooo supportive! He’s so proud of you!!
Competitive asshole
It can be the most mundane thing ever but he has to win or even just tease you about it
Voluntarily gives you his sweaters and shirts
Lifts you up a bit when you guys hug
Long-term bets ((just cause y’all know you’ll be together for a longgggg time))
Calling each other by your childhood nicknames
He gets excited when you guys talk about the future he literally cannot wait to spend his entire life with you
Taps on his cheek for a kiss jfodjdjkdnd
Plays with your hair so gently that it causes you to fall asleep
“How are you, my baby?”
HE HAS TO ADD “MY” BC YOU ARE HIS BABY
Protective. If he thinks someone’s gonna mess with you he’ll step in at the exact right time
Lowkey gets jealous,, he needs that reassurance sometimes
NAHHHH imagine saying “make me” to this man …. That’s all I’m gonna say
Bites u (lovingly)
Loves going grocery shopping with you and taking an extra long time in the snack aisle
Has the urge to sing cheesy love songs around you bc you make him feel like those songs!!!
If you do something cute he’ll blush
Messing with him is so much fun bc theres literally endless ways to go about it
You have the privilege to push his buttons
Either one of you bringing up childish shit like “REMEMBER WHEN WE PLAYED FREEZE TAG AND YOU DIDNT UNFREEZE ME??”
If you start showing him things on FaceTime he’ll give you his full attention like he’s in the room with you
Gets pouty when he wants a kiss and you’re not giving it to him
NAH if you get sulky coups it’s over with you’ve already lost … the man is getting what he wants
play wrestles with u
The way he looks at you there is honestly no denying that he is so in love with you
The one person in the world who knows everything about you
Loves a good deep talk but fair warning: he will get emotional about it
All I’m saying is s coups is a certified lover boy methinks
BONUS:
#s coups#s coups scenarios#choi seungcheol#seventeen#seventeen imagines#kpop scenarios#kpop texts#kpop writing#scoups fluff#boyfriend!svt#seventeen drabbles#svt#tbh its not really written in his tone of voice but LOWE ME#THESE TEXTS WERE SO HARD TO COME UP WITH BUT U KNOW WHAT#I LIKE THEM#me trying to fight for my life for no reason#svt headcanons
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T3 cover thoughts,,, and psuedo guesses
Haruka : considering both of his songs were from the android girl album I feel like he's gonna get a third. Of which the only other song I know the lyrics to is relationship scramble.
I think it could work ("right now I want instant love", could be the whole any attention is good, negative inclusive, so long as it's attention) (bro idk)
Yuno : honestly not a clue haha, tho I think Rabbit Hole would work (+it's a popular prediction for her, I haven't listened to it but it could be a good choice?)
Fuuta : .....he got Salamander this trial I don't know what they're gonna give him anymore....I don't even know what the deal is with mosaik role,,,,,
Maybe Chimera? I've only listened to it once but it has the Vibes tm. I think it fits? I'm not very good at lyrical analysis but it'd be fun idk
(or volt tackle haha)
Muu : Theory of Negativity because idk it vibes. Similar to otome dissection kinda idk
Alternatively, Cinderella just cuz it....vibes like her I don't have a better explanation sorry
Shidou : I reeeally want to say cosmic rendezvous,,,, but it doesnt fit with his other covers. I hope dearly for cosmic rendezvous but let be realistic haha
My prediction. Ghost Rule or 118. Ghost Rule would be fun !!!! 118 would be, to me, if someone died in t3, cuz the lyrics can be twisted abit. It'd be so fun. Also "no law to pardon my crime" and "ethics are a delusion, but I'm still guilty when the morning comes" vibe the same. Also his va can do it I believe in him
The cover would also SLAP cuz from what I can tell shidous covers have a more...frantic? Energy to them and that works for a lot of the GHOST album songs. Anyways Ghost Rule milgram cover?? Please??
Mahiru : I had more but I forgot so here's the ones I remembered
U (unlikely, it's a English song... But hey it'd be fun) / Poison Apple (I'd say poison apple works for kazui but... There are funnier picks for him so)
I think her voice fits for these songs idk they just...vibe. really well. I believe in her va
Most fitting from what Ive seen is Zombies or Psuedo-Hope Syndrome which would work vocally and thematically I think! Idk tho haha mahirus is really vibe based
Kazui : ok wishful thinking : Ghost Rule. Fits with the liar theme. But I already gave it to shidou and it doesn't fit his other two covers (sad melancholy) so he gets the song I initially chose for shidou! Cosmic Rendezvous. A win for old man yaoi truthers (JOKE)
No seriously. The lyrics could be read as non romantic, and it continues his cover theme of Regret. It'd be fun, thematically relevant, fir the other covers, AND it'd hurt me. Perfect. If he does get cosmic rendezvous I will cry
Alternatively; we the hostages (?) Idk this pick was also solely vibes. I really want cosmic rendezvous though but that's cuz I want someone to say fuck
Amane : Angel Hair. I don't have a particular reason? Also this would be more in line with Positive Parade which was the trial one song.... And she got animal which I never would've expected so? Who knows. This is a fun list for vibes. Oh I think then all her songs would be Mannequin songs too
Mikoto : uhhhh (Not) a Devil. Cuz I'm not creative and it'd be funny. Uhh otherwise I'm not too sure.
Honourable mention that I think both Mikoto and Kotoko could get Addiction? By vibes alone lol cuz I can't read the captions...
Kotoko : imma be real I forgot. To kin assign her a song. But after having a short look at Anti - Beat I think she could get Dilemma? I think it works for kotoko. Idk
Tell me what songs you guys predict for any given character next trial I like seeing people's readings on what fits the character or the covers!!! Particularly kotoko, yuno and mikoto as much as I like their characters I don't have much of a read on them...
Also tell me what your favourite covers are!!!! I personally like both of shidous, kazui's, mahirus and fuuta's, and I really liked the monopoisoner one! (Haven't listened to reversible campaign enough to form opinion), as well as Harukas two breaths walking cover (haven't listened enough to the android girl one whoops)
#milgram#milgram project#kashiki yuno#sakurai haruka#fuuta kajiyama#muu kusunoki#kirisaki shidou#shiina mahiru#kazui mukuhara#amane momose#mikoto kayano#kotoko yuzuriha#long post#t3 cover predicts#im going insane i think#if its obvious that i have favourites thats because i do#not a serious post#i just wanted yo post something sillier before i appear with the shidou theories post#👍 have a good day and tell me what your favourite covers are#sand speaks#sand speaks too much
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Misinterpreted Love
Eddie Munson x fem! reader
(not my gif)
Description: Having fun with your friends at the fair sounded like a decent night, but that wasn't until one of their plans was to get you and Eddie together.
PURE FLUFF! the tiniest bit of angst but mainly fluff!
Warnings: Umm none
Word count: 4523 (I'm so sorry)
A/N: I just want to thank everyone for the love on my first fanfic 'Fake Animosity' (posted on my second blog @edddimun) - i might do a part 2 that's just going to be fluff (if u rllyyyy want it just lmk)
Tonight, the group’s plan is to attend the Fourth of July fair. A few challenges were made amongst the group that need to be completed tonight. Lucas and Mike made a bet between themselves to see who would win the most prizes for their girlfriend. Steve and Robin are on the mission to try and find the love of their lives. Max, El and Will were determined to eat as many corndogs as they can. But you? You were there to have fun, but you would be lying if you said that was your main goal. You were there to spend more time with Eddie- who was surprisingly coming.
Dustin was aware of your feelings for Eddie, though you’ve never admitted it. But what you didn’t know was Eddie’s liking towards you too. And guess what? Dustin knew that too. When he heard that you and Eddie were coming along to the fair, Dustin was ecstatic. He knew he had to do something between you two. He was sick and tired of you and Eddie babbling to Dustin about each other, and he was especially exhausted from both of you being obstinate and refusing to acknowledge your sentiments to Dustin when he asked.
“Eddie do you like her or not? The way you gawk at her whenever she’s around is so obvious that you do! and the way you talk about her hair-”
“Dustin Henderson!” Eddie loudly interrupts him at the lunch table. The group shared scared glances amongst themselves.
“I will shut your mouth up for you if you don’t stop talking about it. Right. now.” Eddie harshly whispers to Dustin while pointing at him with an almond between his thumb and index finger.
Dustin nods and looks down. Silence fills the air as everyone avoids Eddie’s gaze.
“Well…you didn’t deny it-AH!”
An almond suddenly slaps Dustin on the cheek making him groan in pain. He looks at Eddie, who is shooting daggers with his eyes. Dustin immediately looks away.
“Um-so-uh, these mash potatoes are really nice today…” Dustin hesitantly says rubbing his cheek while playing with the watery, slimy mash. They really weren’t.
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You sat in your car watching the D&D members walk out of the school along with Eddie following behind them. You were there to pick up Dustin as he wanted to visit Steve at Family Video store.
Dustin spots your car and walks towards you, waving goodbye to the rest of the members. You see Eddie look in your direction, making eye contact with you. He gives a small smile.
Returning your smile, the car door opens, “Hey! Thanks for coming to-”
“His hair looks so soft today,” You cut him off, still watching Eddie as he’s now entering his van. You look back at Dustin who’s sitting on the passenger seat with his brows furrowed and arms crossed looking at you with a blank expression.
“Sorry, what were you-”
“Do you like Eddie?” You lift an eyebrow as you look at Dustin. The idea of Dustin being serious was something you had never seen. He was attempting to be intimidating, but you thought it was cute.
A smile creeps up on your face, “You’re so cute when you’re serious Dustin!”
You ruffle his hair while chuckling, “Answer my question!” He groans. You really didn’t want to deny nor confess your feelings, but instead, you heard the radio playing your new favourite Queen song. Perfect timing you thought. You turn the volume up as loud as you could, making Dustin groan in agony.
“WOOOOO-I WANT TO BREAK FREE! SORRY DUSTIN I CAN’T HEAR YOU RIGHT NOW! THIS IS MY FAVOURITE SONG!” You yell over the top of the music as Dustin covers his ears with his hands. He hates your guts right now. But he’s also content that you also didn’t deny the question.
-
So what was Dustin’s goal tonight?
To get you and Eddie to confess your feelings to each other.
Steve loudly clasps his hands together gathering the attention of the group, “Okay let me set some things straight before I let you all go.” The younger ones groan.
“Don’t whine at me. Otherwise, I won’t give you extra money to play more games. Anyways, you kids better not leave the fair at any time unless you’re with one of us,” he says pointing towards himself and the older ones aka you, Nancy, Eddie and Robin.
He huffs and points his hands towards the entrance letting them go, watching the younger ones run but Dustin.
“Dustin, why are you still here?” Steve asks confused.
“I want to hang out with you guys tonight. I feel like you guys are more fun than the others,” Dustin lies in hopes of Steve letting him stay with them.
As Steve opens his mouth to protest against it, “You are more than welcome to stay with us Dustin!” You say with enthusiasm. Steve closes his mouth.
“Yeah see! You guys can spend more time with me now,” Dustin exclaims with a cheeky smile. His plan is off to a good start.
“Whoa, aren’t we so lucky?” Eddie mumbles sarcastically as he does jazz hands. He spends enough time with Dustin as it is and the fact that he’s going to be with you guys the whole night is throwing him off because now Eddie is going to have less time alone with you.
Dustin rolls his eyes, “Excus-“
“Let’s go get some food first yeah? So everyone’s happy?” You say with a nod, hoping that food will lighten up the mood of the boys. The boys exchanged glances amongst themselves. Dustin looks at you with pursed lips, silently nodding his head in agreement. A wide smile spreads across your face while looking at the boys. Eddie rolls his eyes at Dustin and lightly kicks the dirt on the ground. You link your arm with Dustin and start heading towards the food stands.
“I’m going to get a hotdog. What about you?” You ask Dustin.
“Hm..what are you going to get Eddie?” Dustin questions.
Eddie clicks his tongue as he’s scanning the different food stalls, “Hm..probably just a hotdog too.”
“GREAT!” Dustin loudly bursts with excitement. Thank god. Dustin unlinks his arm with yours and pushes you towards Eddie, lightly landing on his chest. Eddie instinctively places his hands on the side of your arms to keep you stable but doesn’t push you away. Dustin is widely smiling with glee right now. His eyes smile with satisfaction as he observes the tiny reddening of you and Eddie’s ears. You hold your breath as Eddie’s hands are on you with your back against his chest. Eddie's heart is pounding wildly against your back, he's freaking out about whether you can feel it or not. Dustin begins to quietly giggle at the sight of you both.
You hear the giggles escape from Dustin’s mouth, “Dustin are you oka-” Dustin interrupts you by bouncing up and down with a weird smile on his face. What is wrong with him today. Eddie's brows knit in confusion as he watches Dustin.
“You and Eddie should go to the hotdog stand while I go get cotton candy!” He quickly says before sprinting off in the opposite direction of the cotton candy stand.
Your eyes squint in confusion, gesturing with your finger in the direction of the cotton candy vendor before pointing the other way to Dustin's retreating silhouette amid the crowd. Dustin's strange behaviour has already caught your attention before, but now it’s getting quite concerning.
“Isn’t the cotton candy that way?” You ask chuckling in confusion.
Eddie's hands gently withdraw from your arms. You take a step forward and turn around to face Eddie, feeling slightly saddened that you no longer feel his touch. You notice he already has a faint smile on his face still staring in the direction Dustin vanished as he is also still puzzled. His eyes eventually fall to yours, lightly chuckling at your query. Wow… you both simultaneously thought. Eddie noticed how your beautiful starry eyes glistened in the moonlight and reflected the heavenly night sky. You seemed to realise how large his brown eyes were, how flawlessly plump his lips were, and how his curling fringe brushed over his brows.
He nervously scratches the back of his neck and looks towards the ground, still smiling.
Eddie laughs out, “That isn’t so smart for a boy that’s literally the smartest in our group,” you laugh along with him as a growing blush creeps on your cheeks.
You held your elbow up towards him, “Let's grab some hotdogs shall we?” you say in a playful tone.
He smirks, “We shall m’lady,” responding with the same energy linking his arm with yours. From the perspective of an outsider, it seems as if you both are completely in love with each other- which you are. The smiles, the glances and the way you both converse are full of adoration and love.
With a five-dollar bill in your hand, you stretch your arm out towards the vendor, but Eddie’s hand quickly decides to give his note quicker than you.
A small gasp escapes your lips, “Hey!” you exclaim facing your body towards Eddie who grabs the hotdogs from the vendor.
“It was my treat, Eddie.” He rolls his eyes sarcastically.
“Sweetheart, I’m going to treat you this whole night,” He says holding one out your hotdog for you. Sweetheart. You bite your lip trying your best to suppress your smile.
“Eddie you can’t-” He deliberately but gently shoves the hotdog in your mouth. You shriek as you feel the sauce smear your lips and part of your nose. Eddie loudly laughs swinging his head back.
“Got a little something on your nose there,” He laughs while pointing at the tip of his nose. You grab the hotdog from your mouth and hold it in your hand, licking your lips to remove as much of the sauce as you can.
“You could’ve at least aimed correctly,” you chuckle while pushing your hair behind your ears to avoid more of a mess. You felt a little embarrassed as there is sauce on the tip of your nose. Eddie thought you were unbelievably cute when you were startled by the quick ramming of the hotdog in your mouth and the sauce on your face.
Eddie grabs a napkin from his pocket and then extends it in your direction. You were about to grab it but he skilfully dodges your hand and wipes your nose instead. The pang in your heart made you slightly jolt. Your eyes rapidly blink in bewilderment. With a clean swipe, he throws the napkin in the trash can right beside you both. Eddie feels ecstatic right now. His flirty disposition is taking over him, and he is enjoying it as he observes your bafflement and the noticeable redness on your cheeks.
Still starstruck, you manage to stutter out, “I-uh-um-ha-t-thanks…” with a shy downward smile. Eddie notices your sudden shyness and can’t help but feel as if he’s falling in love once more just by staring at you. His heart began to melt, and a loving smile gradually formed on his face. This is a sight he fell in love with. You were a sight that made everyone but you in the world crumble around him. Though, his heart twisted as he recalled he was yet not yours. His loving grin faded as he nodded and delved into his food, attempting to conceal his disappointment.
Finding the rest of the group you, Dustin and Eddie approached a game. You notice a cute fluffy blue seal as one of the prizes. You had an idea in your head.
Placing your hand on both of the boys' shoulders, “Whoever wins me that blue seal gets to…” you were thinking of a reward in your head, “gets to ride the Ferris wheel with me!” you say in excitement, hoping that Eddie will win instead of Dustin. You didn’t have a problem sitting with Dustin on the Ferris wheel, it’s just that you now have a chance of sitting with Eddie as Dustin would’ve automatically sat with you on the ride.
“That’s a reward?” Dustin scoffs. You elbow him in the rib, earning a groan.
“Of course it is. I mean like- I can be a very entertaining person- and a Ferris wheel ride can be awkward and boring if you’re not with someone who isn’t awkward! A-and on the plus side I’ll convince the worker to make us pause on the top to see the fireworks!” You quickly ramble with a hint of hesitation and confusion to your own explanation trying to reason with Dustin to make it seem rewardable. Dustin looks at you baffled. She’s acting weird. There is an awkward silence between you three. Eddie is trying to seem confused but is secretly determined to win you the seal. Dustin is now trying to figure out why you’re acting like this and you’re trying to get Eddie to win you this blue damn seal so you could sit with him. Dustin scans you up and down, noticing you fidgeting with your fingers, staring at him with wide eyes, but you have this anxious look on your face. He notices you glance at Eddie, who’s currently watching Robin and Steve play balloon darts. Wait. You. Eddie. Ferris wheel.
He cracked the code.
Dustin smiles with ease. Now you’re just making his plan easier.
“Okay. Easy. You ready Eddie?” Dustin asks him while stretching his arms above his head.
Eddie scoffs, “Always been, Henderson,” He says with a smirk. Behind that smirk, Eddie is pretty nervous. He isn’t the best at carnival games and his excuse is ‘they’re rigged!’. Although he isn’t lying, he is going against Dustin who has the brains to outsmart these games. Henderson points to where Robin and Steve are, the balloon dart*.*
Dustin knew he had to go easy on Eddie. Even though he understood how to conquer the game, he needed to stick to his original strategy. Instead, Dustin understood how to stir Eddie up so that Eddie could think correctly in order to win this 'bet'. Dustin was unconcerned since he believes Eddie was aware of the contrived nature of the game.
“One round only,” Dustin says whilst approaching the stall. You were distracted as you were watching other people play.
Eddie clasps his hands and rubs them together, “Sure. I mean you’re just throwing darts at balloons.”
“It’s pretty simple if you know how to outsmart these ‘rigged’ games,” Dustin states. Eddie slowly turns his head towards Dustin squinting his eyes.
“This is one of the easiest games Henderson, there’s no way this is ‘rigged’” Eddie says using his hands as quotation marks.
“If this is apparently ‘one of the easiest games', Do you know how to outsmart it?” Dustin mocks Eddie, noticing him becoming frustrated.
“Outsmart what? You can’t outsmart a dart stupid.”
“It’s not the da- don’t worry,” He responds waving his hand to forget about it. Eddie’s brows furrow in confusion. If it’s not the dart, then what is it? Eddie is now doubting himself inside. He needs Dustin to tell him the remainder of the information now that he's confused.
“No, continue,” Eddie quickly says to Dustin in an attempt to know the rest.
“I can’t tell you if we’re going against each other. I need to win,” Dustin smirks, not intimidated by Eddie’s nature. Eddie looks at the worker ushering the people in front of them for their turn, they’re next. He looks at Dustin with a pleading expression on his face. If only Dustin knew why he really wanted to win.
“L-look just tell me man,” Eddie lowly whispers to him, trying to not let you hear as you’re still distracted. Dustin’s eyebrows raise, noticing the difference in Eddie’s behaviour compared to a few seconds ago.
“Why do you really want to know? Are you that desperate to win Eddie?” Dustin asks with a deadpanned expression. Eddie quickly glances at you, still watching other people.
“U-uh. No. I just want to know just for uh- future games,” he lies.
“Okay then I’ll tell you afte-”
“No!” Eddie quietly outbursts slightly jumping closer to Dustin, who jolted as he was taken aback by Eddie.
“Henderson,” Eddie pleads. Dustin felt bad for teasing Eddie, if he kept continuing to annoy Eddie he knew that it would eventually backfire on him. However, he just needed to know just one. more. thing.
“Do you like her Eddie?” Dustin firmly mutters out. Eddie’s eyes break away from Dustin’s. Eddie’s mind goes blank, is he really going to admit his feelings to this sixteen-year-old.
“I mean isn’t it obvious?” Eddie mumbles whilst looking at his shoes, kicking at the dirt. Dustin sighs and places his hand on Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie lifts his head and peers at Dustin.
“Do you really think I would try to win? It’s obvious how much you adore her. This entire night I’ve been trying to get you both to- i don’t know, make some moves. Why do you think I’m hanging out with you guys. You’re all actually really boring and I’d rather hang out with Will but I’m here because I know how much you like her,” Dustin spills out. Eddie reveals a small smile. He knew how caring Dustin is but he didn’t know he’d go to this extent for him, regardless of treating Dustin like garbage sometimes.
“Guys it's your turn!” You excitedly pat Eddie’s back so he and Dustin could move forward. Eddie gives Dustin a quick ‘help tell me the answer’ glance.
Dustin slightly leans his body towards Eddie and whispers, “With this stall, the darts are fine but just aim for the bigger balloons because they’re easier to pop, like- think of it as trying to break through thick skin when trying to pop smaller ones- it’s harder to break through right? So aim for the bigger ones because their skin is thinner and hence easier to pop,” Dustin quickly rambles to Eddie, hoping you didn’t hear. Eddie is trying to process the information in his head. Big balloons. Big balloons.
The worker hands them the darts. You stand beside them and start cheering them on, clueless about what has been said between them during the past five minutes.
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Walking away from the stall with the blue seal in your hands, you congratulate Dustin. Yes, Dustin. How? That’s what Dustin is asking himself too. Dustin is just fuming, he told Eddie the whole answer and he still messed up. You’re disappointed on the inside because you really wanted to sit with Eddie. Why not ask him? What if he rejects you or thinks you’re crazy for wanting to sit with him rather than Dustin. Though Dustin managed to pop ten balloons in the given time, but purposely aimed for the smaller ones, Eddie on the other hand kept stalling between each throw to measure the difference between the balloons with his eyes- even the slightest difference which held him back. Eddie is sulking, to say the least. He’s never been more disappointed and embarrassed at himself. He knew the way to outsmart the game but the game still outsmarted him.
“Well, I guess you’re stuck with me Dustin!” You awkwardly chuckle with a hint of sadness in your voice. No one responds to your comment. Dustin is simply strolling next to you, not paying attention, but enraged because he thought this plan would go smoothly.
“No you’re sitting with Eddie,” Dustin blatantly says, he is completely done. You and Eddie look at him confused. Eddie’s eyes bulge out of his head. Your mouth slightly opens as you tilt your head to the side. Your eyes look at Eddie’s, who is clearly distraught.
“Uh Henderso-”
“Ah-” Dustin puts his palm up interrupting Eddie, “I don’t want to hear it. You both-” He says while furiously pointing his finger at you and Eddie, “-are sitting with each other on that Ferris wheel so you could confess your feelings and suck each other’s faces off!” he exclaims as his voice progressively became louder.
Your ears suddenly started ringing. Eddie feels like he can’t move. Silence screams in your ears. What did he just say? Fright was slowly filling you up but it was soon replaced with guilt. Did you annoy Dustin that bad about Eddie? Was he over the continuous rambling about him? Wait did he just admit ‘our’ feelings? Your breathing becomes heavy as you take a big gulp. Eddie stares at Dustin with what felt like a mixture of anger yet relief. However, Eddie doesn’t believe a word he said. There’s no way you had ‘feelings’ for Eddie. Eddie’s eyes slowly trace to yours, still staring at Dustin who’s clearly freaking out about whether or not he’s going to get yelled at or chased at by you and Eddie due to his sudden eruption.
“Dustin-” He interrupts you.
“I-I’m so s-sorry,” Dustin apologises frightened. The poor boy looks scared, his eyes howled with remorse as his hands trembles. You take a step towards him but he steps back in panic.
“N-no Dustin. Hey it’s okay I’m not mad,” You reassure him as his eyes were still wide. You place a hand on his back and start rubbing it, bringing him closer in a hug. You look at Eddie who feels bad for the boy as he knows that Dustin is scared of him. Dustin peeks behind your shoulder and sees Eddie slowly walking up to you both, what Dustin thought would be a reaction of anger, was replaced with Eddie’s softness. Eddie places his hand on Dustin’s shoulder standing right beside you.
“Don’t worry kid. I’m not mad either,” Eddie quietly mutters to Dustin. You give a small smile to Eddie. Looking back down at Dustin, you feel him sigh with relief. This was not how you thought this night would go.
“I’m actually glad you said it. To be honest, I still would’ve been afraid to say it,” Eddie says to Dustin with a hint of shame.
“Why would you be afraid?” You murmur, now staring directly at Eddie’s eyes. Eddie sighs and removes his hand from Dustin’s shoulder.
"I didn't want to embarrass myself," he claims, glancing at you and then back to the floor.
“Embarrassed about?”
“That you would reject me.”
Eddie’s eyes continue to divert your gaze, now staring at the rides behind you. Your eyes flicker in disbelief as you feel a pang in your heart. You feel Dustin’s head lift up from your chest. Dustin never knew that Eddie would ever feel embarrassed. Eddie embarrasses himself almost every day at lunch when he’d have his usual speech for the whole cafeteria to hear. But Eddie being embarrassed by rejection from you? Something Dustin never even thought of.
“There is nothing to be ashamed of Eddie,” you lift your hand up to place it on Eddie’s shoulders, but he quickly retreats back from your touch. His eyes attach to yours with sudden misery.
“But I’m a loser, I play with kids, I play a fantasy game, I’m almost twenty and still in high school, I’m dumb, I’m a freak and you’re probably hanging out with me f-for sympathy,” He mutters. Hearing the vulnerability in his tone, your eyes soften. Eddie had insecurities, but this time they got the best of him when it came to you.
“Why would you think that Eddie?” Your voice softly trembles. You always went out of your way to see Eddie because you genuinely enjoyed his company. You felt guilty as Eddie misinterpreted your love for sympathy. It wasn’t his fault for taking it this way, it was society for constantly hating and making him feel like this. At this point, Dustin is out of your grasp and is standing beside you.
You firmly say, in a clear and precise manner, “Eds, I always hang out with you because I want to, not because I'm 'forced' to.”
“I’ve always chosen you because-” You stop for a second mentally preparing yourself.
“-because I’m in love with you Eddie,” you confess trying to hold down the lump in your throat. You avert your gaze towards a random family on your side. You gulp and take deep breaths. Eddie’s brows twitch. His brain stopping for a moment. No way. His heart starts to slowly flourish, making the anger, torment and uneasiness he kept inside suddenly vanish as soon as you said those words. His lips twist into a half smile, taking a couple of steps towards you as his chest almost brushes against yours. His fingertips lightly brush over your chin, causing you to turn to face him. You slowly glance up at his warm and loving eyes.
He leans forward, forehead leaning against yours and lips millimetres apart. Feeling his breath on your lips causes you to warm up beneath his touch.
“I’m so in love with you too.”
His lips gently close the gap between you both. You wrap your arms around his neck, passionately kissing him back and pulling him closer than ever. This feeling of euphoria washed away your concerns about Eddie not feeling the same way. Your heart starts to swell as Eddie smiles against your lips, his hands slowly rubbing your waist up and down.
“I told you guys to suck each other’s faces off on the Ferris wheel!” Dustin suddenly exclaims.
You both break the kiss, having forgotten Dustin was present. Looking over at Dustin, you see his hands shielding his eyes. You and Eddie both chuckle as you draw Dustin in for a hug, his head on your chest as he eventually brings his arm to his side.
“Oh, we a hundred per cent will,” Eddie says in a seductive tone smirking at you.
“I didn’t need that confirmation!” Dustin shouts back covering his ears.
You and Eddie exchange glances as both audibly laugh. You see how his bright eyes and smile are filled with love and excitement, emotions you hardly ever see on his face. But now that you're here, it's a sensation you'll instil in him on a regular basis.
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Hey I know nothing about steam powered giraffe but ur mechs Ben diagram post intrigued me, could u explain it pls?
GENERAL INTRODUCTION
Steam Powered Giraffe is a wonderful musical act with elements of comedy, pantomime and puppetry (shout out to GG the Giraffe).
Created in 1896 by Peter A. Walter I, the band consists of The Spine (David Michael Bennet), Rabbit (Isabella "Bunny" Bennet) and Zer0 (Bryan Barbarin).
Former members are Upgrade (Erin Burke) [from 2008 to 2011], The Jon (Jonathan Sprague) [from 2008 to 2012] and Hatchworth (Sam Luke) [from 2011 to 2016, although he 'became' a robot only after The Jon's departure].
RELEASED ALBUMS
please note that spg's style varies from album to album and sometimes even from song to song, so every new tune is a new adventure ;]
Album One - the first one, most old-timey in vibe. with that one song you might have heard. there's also a 2011 version of it without upgrade, but with Ice-Cream Man
The 2¢ Show - second album filled with train trips, cowboys, airplanes and this other song you might have heard (insect edition)
MK III - third album, with songs letting us know more about robots themselves (my personal favourite)
The Vice Quadrant part 1 and part 2 - fourth album, 2h space opera and a masterpiece, happening in two parallel universes. even most devoted fans have to check out the timeline sometimes to remember what's going on
Quintessential - fifth album with individual songs and the dnd anthem ever
1896 - sixth (and the newest!) album with absolute bops and foreshadowing for the new album. also, a song about a band sang by a band of people playing the robot band. bandception.
The Seventh - an upcoming album. all we have now is this trailer.
Bonus music
Music from SteamWorld Heist - new space-pirate themed songs and covers of older, popular tunes made for the SteamWorld Heist game. definitely deserves more recognition
covers and stand-alone songs not included on any of the albums
STUFF WORTH CHECKING OUT IF YOU WANT TO KNOW MORE
general info about the band/members
lore about creation of the band + timelines of both their fourth album "the vice quadrant" and the band itself
spg comics (now also on webtoon!)
@owlhari's youtube channel, with really fun early-performance compilations and more recent videos discussing lore, theories and the band itself
obviously the youtube channel of the band itself (if you dig around a bit you can find some pretty cool videos, such as these ones)
not to self-advertise, but spg community on tumblr is pretty neat. i've met wonderful people there and also found out that colonel walter ate dog food, so it's worth it to visit our tag sometime, i guess ;3
#the post is open so feel free to add something if you feel like it!#sorry it took me so long anon but my app glitched so i had to wait until i could get my laptop#not adding 'fandom' wiki becaus of stuff they do with ai and monertisation. hope it doesnt make stuff harder#ALSO JUST FOUND OUT GG IS A TUMBLRINA??#sorry the post is long i got too excited#long post#spg#ask#anon ask#anon#spg lore
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get to know me tag
as tagged by @ranchthoughts, @twig-tea, and @troubled-mind! thank u everyone 💜🥰
do you make your bed? literally never!
what's your favourite number? 52. i picked it as a child and i don't remember why, but it pleases me still
what is your job? i'm a humble lil grocery store employee
if you could go back to school, would you? if i could quit my job and go to school and still have my same money, then yes, i should think so, but that's super not happening! it might be nice to have a second degree. i think history would be fun
can you parallel park? yes i can! i used to have to do it every day to park in front of my last house. >:c
a job you had that would surprise people? i think all of my jobs have been either rather generic or right on the nose for what people would expect of me so probably not. i was a nighttime gas station attendant for a fair bit of college, which could be a surprise i guess? everyone always goes ":0 but werent you scared????" and like, no, not most of the time, but sometimes you do it scared yknow
do you think aliens are real? yes, but real in a way that there are many real things i can't see and don't understand (protons, gender, etc)
can you drive a manual car? i could do that once and probably still can, but it's been a long long time since i practiced
what's your guilty pleasure? as far as media goes, i do my very best not to have things like this. if i feel bad about liking it i generally do not like it for very long. i would say the closest is being into kpop, but it's not like i keep that a secret, i just dont really want to engage with kpop fandom, so i dont often post or talk about it publicly. a real guilty pleasure is that i like cherry pepsi too much
tattoos? i have one; he's on my left forearm & he's an abstract little spaceman with a fern for a head. i call him my cosmonaut. i have plans for more but i never have the time or money lately
favorite color? we know this one already surely. 💜
favorite type of music? ohh, i don't like to discriminate hehe. my very favoritest songs usually have fun harmony or funky rhythms, though, and it's best if i can sing along
do you like puzzles? sure! i used to have a book of fairy puzzles when i was a kid that i love dearly even now
any phobias? i am afraid of all bugs, but i can be a grownup about most kinds of them. i Cannot be a grownup about moths or centipedes, which i am terrified of (using those words will cause this post to be filtered for me on tumblr). i try not to kill them if i can avoid it, since it isnt their fault i'm like this, but i,,, i really can't, i'm useless if i see one. when id find centipedes in my room at my last house i wouldnt be able to sleep.
favorite childhood sport? i did tennis all of middle and high school, explicitly because of ryoma echizen prince of tennis lol. i was on varsity! i also figure skated as a kid. both are still fun when i get the chance
do you talk to yourself? oh yes all the time. i keep odd hours so i used to accidentally wake my roommate cause i just kind of absentmindedly chatter abt everything
what movies do you adore? i am not really a movie person if i'm perfectly honest; i don't watch them often as an adult. from my childhood my favorite movies were kenneth branagh much ado about nothing, the princess bride, pokemon 2000, and return of the king
coffee or tea? neither, i dont like most hot drinks. apple cider is ok now and again but i usually drink it cold, and im horribly picky about hot chocolate
first thing you wanted to be growing up? i changed this answer all the time as a kid and i have records of me doing so in my old notebooks lol! answers i know about include "pilot", "author", "dragon", and "eowyn"
this one seems like it might be a little personal so im shy to tag people hehe. go ahead and put me down if you want to do it though; i will be happy to know :)
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It also looks like there might be an explicit version of the MV coming soon since Scooter posted some shit about fans reactions and mentioned wait until tomorrow or some shit. I feel a bit lost I suppose. This whole situation has kind of made me feel crap. I know you might not feel the same but the favouritism is so blatant.
I hope you're not here so I can make you feel better anon because that's not my job. I mean, I'm all for it but not when it involves someone who's upset about something tkkrs are saying about their weak AF ship.
My biggest reason for hating wishy-washys is coz they listen to the vermin and care about what they say. I hope that's not the case on your end because...ew!
Last I checked FACE is personal to Jimin, means alot to him. Thats more serious to me than a sex song, and yet Jhope listened to one of the songs before JK. U mad about that? Let me guess. Your answer is no. U know why? Because Jihopers are not shitheads. And don't get it twisted they proper exist and believe Jimin and Hobi are a couple but Because they don't act up and didn't rub this fact in your face, it didn't affect you. Do u see the issue here? Jikook are together in the US rn most likely sharing the same hotel room and you're worried about V listening to SEVEN before Jimin?
The one ship that threatens tkkrs is shipping so hard right now, they would make a big deal out of anything to try and forget. Your best course of action would be to ignore them. Taekook have been hanging out often lately. Wbk. They prolly meet at the company since they're both currently working on their albums. It could be anyway, anyhow. This wouldn't matter to u anon if the vermin weren't making a mountain out of a peck of dust.
A friend of mine put it best: First of all he said he listened to it first with V, I think that meant the demo and not his final version. Also, I think the original version is not the explicit version anyways so meh...Also, also...can people not share shit with friends? If we are in a relationship it means we HAVE to share with or partner first or else our relationship is invalid? 🙄🙄.. Sometimes we just wanna share with our friends and being first is not a big deal. People need to chill
I won't even bother addressing the explicit MV because you're getting upset over an assumption and I'm over people doing this shit.
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