#cute imagine

[onlybeeewrites]

Meadow's Lullaby

Requests: Yes!

Pairing: Sejanus Plinth x fem!reader, onesided Coriolanus x reader, platonic Lucy Gray x reader

Warnings: none, this is a fluffy one....for now :)

Word count: 1.3K

The Valley Song Series: Part 1 <- -> Part 3

Author's Note: You guys are literally so amazing??? Thank you so much for showing your love for The Valley Song. I came up with this idea and direction so hopefully you all enjoy it. Thank you, lovies! Also once again, because I love Maiah Wynne, the music below is what the reader plays :)) Also this was just so much fun to write

You were a lot shyer than Lucy Gray. That was one of the first things that came to Coriolanus' mind as he watched Lucy Gray pull you over as the performance ended for the night. Maude Ivory had taken your old wooden guitar from you as the rest of the Covey put their instruments away and gathered all the donations from around the Hob.

Your shy and bashful nature had intrigued Coriolanus greatly, but it had with Sejanus as well. He could tell so as his...friend's face got more pink in his cheeks as you neared. A curiosity in his eyes as you neared.

"Y/N, It is finally time for you to meet my boy, Coriolanus Snow. And this is his fine friend, Sejanus," Lucy Gray had introduced them. Her boy, he thought to himself with great distaste. Coriolanus did not belong to anyone, and his little songbird counted. He was not one to be owned. He owned others.

"Y/N here is my older cousin. Just by a year though so it ain't nothing fancy." Lucy Gray said with a laugh, causing you to shyly roll your eyes at your cousin's words. It was clear this wasn't the first time this was brought up in any sort of conversation.

"A pleasure to meet you, Y/N" Coriolanus said with a charming smile and a nod as Lucy Gray let go of her cousin's hand and moved to step beside Coryo, her arm going around his waist.

You gave him a bit of a shy smile as you gave him a nod, "The pleasure is all mine, Coriolanus. I cannot thank you enough for bringing my cousin back to us. I owe you," you chuckled. And even your chuckle was like soft wind chimes; soft.

Sejanus could not help but look to you in some sort of admiration. Even by the look in your eyes, you were gentle kind, and compassionate. Even after all you had been through with losing your family, singing for your dinners, almost losing your cousin...you were still kind. Almost like him.

Your eyes moved to look at him and you could feel your face heating up. He was beautiful. Almost too beautiful, especially to be somewhere like here in District Twelve. You couldn't help but wonder what he had done to be sent there.

"Pleasure to meet you Sejanus.." You say after a moment of almost staring at each other, realizing the silence may have gone on for a little bit too long. In the corner of your eye, you see your cousin smirking at you, glancing up at Coryo as if she had planned this sort of meeting all along.

"Trust me....the pleasure is all mine. You were uh...you were amazing up there by the way," Sejanus said nervously, though the smile stayed on his face.

The bashful smile returned to your lips at his almost too-kind words. "Why thank you. I don't sing on my own very often so I'm pleased you enjoyed it,"

Lucy Gray grinned before remembering. "Oh! I almost forgot. The Covey, we're all making a trip out tomorrow. You both should join us!" she offered.

Coriolanus and Sejanus both shared a look. They both had nothing else to do. So after a moment of sharing a look, Coriolanus smiled slightly and nodded, "We'd love to,"

Lucy Gray almost squealed with excitement, "Oh perfect. You boys are going to love it. Coryo, come by our house by mornin', alright? We'll see you both tomorrow," she said with a grin, taking your hand and rushing back towards the rest of the covey.

You turned and gave them both one last wave and smile before being pulled backstage, leaving the two boys in almost awe: Sejanus being more obvious.

"I can't wait for tomorrow," Sejanus sighed.

When tomorrow finally came, the two boys made it to the small Covey home on the edge of the Seam. And by an hour after sunrise, you all started the hike up to the lake. You lingered behind talking with Barb Azure, listening to Maude Ivory singing and Lucy speaking with Coryo. Halfway through you lingered back, falling back in step with Sejanus.

After hours of hiking, you all made it to the lake and set your things down. The heat was seemingly unbearable, and many of the covey found their way to the lake, aching to cool off their skin with the cold water.

You decided to join them later. Moving to settle under one of the nearby trees, you fixed your old dress before pulling your guitar onto your lap. Your delicate fingers started to string along to the song that Lucy Gray would sing whenever anyone had any nightmares.

As you played you failed to see Sejanus, who was about to join the others in the water before spotting you on your own. He didn't think twice before he made his way over to you, taking a seat a little next to you.

You looked up in surprise, pausing the strumming of the delicate cords. "Sejanus. Sorry, I didn't hear you coming," you add with a smile, flattered and almost happy that out of everything, he wanted to come and sit with you.

"Well I saw you were on your own, figured you could use some company," he used as an excuse, feeling his face warm; though with the heat of the day, it was hard to tell the difference. "What were you playing? I sounded pretty," he then asked.

"Oh, it was just some music I wrote for one of Lucy Gray's songs. She calls it Deep in the Meadow. She usually sings it when Maude Ivory has a nightmare or trouble sleeping. I figured I could add some music to help," you explain, looking at him, flushing as you realize that he never once had taken his eyes off you.

And how beautiful his eyes were. You could see the kindness and admiration, they were captivating and warm. And it all caused a fluttering within your stomach.

"You wrote that all yourself?" He asked in amazement, and as you nodded he gave a small whistle, "That is incredible....could you play something else you wrote?" he asked hopefully before he quickly added in what seemed to be panic, "Of course, you don't have to if you don't want to, I just...your playing is beautiful.."

His words made you grow flustered, but you gave out a small laugh. Something about him allowed you to feel comfortable where you had never felt comfortable before. There were very few people outside the covey that you would do this with, Sejanus may have just been the quickest that you allowed.

"No...no, I don't mind," you quickly reassured him before playing another song you had written, leaving the capital boy silent as he admired the music you had created.

As you both were having your moment, playing him your music, neither of you was aware of the pale eyes that were watching from the water. Coriolanus felt his jaw clench at the sight of them, how Sejanus was able to chat you up about whatever it was.

What were you both talking about? He hated that he didn't know, that he wasn't in the loop, that he couldn't control whatever it was that came from Sejanus' mouth.

Lucy Gray gently climbing onto his back, wrapping her arms around him to keep afloat snapped him out of his thoughts.

"I think they'd make a mighty fine couple, wouldn't you say?" she asked, rather pleased with her match-making skills. Coriolanus on the other hand, wasn't as pleased. But regardless he nodded.

"Hm. She seems a fine match for Sejanus." A fine match was the nicest thing he could come up with as he stared at the few figures underneath the tree.

A fine match with Sejanus would be enough for you now, but he wondered how fine it would be when trouble would eventually find its way back around.

#onlybeeewrites #x reader #reader insert #x fem!reader #hunger games imagine #coriolanus snow x reader #cute imagine #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #lucy gray x reader #sejanus plinth #sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus x fem!reader #sejanus x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosbas #tbosas imagine #requests open #open requests

[vinnieswife]

♡° Back massage

Neteyam x gn! na’vi! reader

words: 451

warnings: none

author’s note: I saw a video on tiktok ab a girl giving her boyfriend a massage and this popped out :)

Neteyam always comes home feeling tired and sore, riding ikrans and attack positions sometimes are quite uncomfortable.

Still he puts on a smile and is willing to indulge you in any romantic activities if you wish them, like taking a walk into the forest or sitting together in front of the tree of voices.

Sometimes he tries to cover how tired he's however you recognize him to a tolerable degree and by that time to be able to tell if he is hiding something from you, he puts a tiny low smile on his face and tries to cover how much his back is killing him. You choose to surprise him. Once Neteyam gets home he notices the scented plants, and therefore the flowers decorating the tent.

“Y/n, Im home” he says with his characteristic smile, you chuckle, his enthusiasm is charming and sweet however tonight you simply need to help him to relax. He is confused after you tell him to lie face down on the bed but he listens with a diverted smile on his lips. “what is this for?” You slowly move behind him to straddle his thighs “just to help you relax”

Neteyam was almost there to tease you but when you press your hands into his shoulders, he groans in pleasure, his eyes wave shut and his ears bend slightly, he really needed that. His back muscles are terribly tense, however there are bruises and scratches on numerous parts of his back so you are careful to not press to hard on them, “what happened to your back?, you didn’t have these this morning” His muscles ripple and flex beneath your hands, the strain slowly going away his body the any you progress on "On the scouting mission the youngest riders got scared by the commotion from the nest, making our ikrans nervous, we started crashing into each other and my back ended up smashed against the rocks of the Hallelujah mountains”

You lean all the way down to kiss between his shoulder blades, sliding you hands through his sides, whispering how glad you're that he is finally back and how much you love him.

He mumbles that he loves you back, his voice somewhat muffled by his arm. By the time you are done with his back he is already asleep, his skin shining from the oil you used. You choose to let him rest as long as he wants, however after all you weren’t going to let him sleep alone, instead he peaks up at you wearily and moves slightly to the side of the bed, providing you with area to lie next to him as his arms sluggishly wrap around you.

#Neteyam #Neteyam avatar #cute imagine #cute #kiri #fluff imagine #soft imagine #neteyam imagine #neteyam smut #neteyam x reader #neteyam x y/n #jake sully imagine #jake sully smut #loak imagine #loak smut #tuk #neytiri imagine #neytiri #neteyam sully #avatar imagine #avatar the way of water

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

“I’ll Teach You.”

A/N: This story is about to the reader teaching Daryl how to braid hair! Hope you like it! ❤️

Pairing: Daryl x Reader

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It was a slow day today. There hasn’t been much to do, not even all that many walkers trying to get in. It’s almost like the walkers had chosen to take the day off.

It was unusual for us to have an off day, but we definitely weren’t going to waste this chance to relax and unwind.

Daryl and I laid in bed, his head on my chest, my chin resting on top of his head. Neither of us could sleep, so I needed to do something to keep myself entertained.

I started playing with Daryl’s hair.

I was messing around with Daryl’s long locks of dark colored hair, and that slowly evolved into me braiding, a couple small braids into his hair. It wouldn’t last long enough for anyone to see since I’d run my fingers through them and smoothing out his hair.

I did this plenty of times and one day he asked me the age old question, “What are you doing back there?”

“Braiding your hair.” I smiled leaning down to plant a kiss to his forehead.

“Why?”

“Because I like messing with this hair of yours.” I admit running my fingers through his hair, causing him to hiss as it got caught on some knots embedded in his hair. “Sorry.”

“You keep messin’ with it this much, I’mma cut it.” He says and I playfully hit his shoulder.

I knew Daryl was just saying it as a joke, but instead of it stopping me, it only encourages me to keep doing it.

I like it. Daryl likes it. If he didn’t he be up in a heartbeat.

He also knows I mean no hair to him or his hair, this is one of the many ways I show affection.

My eyes go wide when I think of the best idea yet, and I look down at him, a mischievous grin plastered atop of my face. “What’er ya up to this time?”

“I was thinking, I could teach you to braid hair.” I said, and Daryl starts shaking his head, as he sat up straight. “Come on! It’d be fun.”

“Yeah, for you maybe.”

“Come on, you know you want too…”

“What would I even do wit’ it? Zombies ain’t got no hair.” Daryl said and causing a laugh to erupt from me. I then pointed over at little Judith playing around with Michonne.

If there’s anything he cared about more than anything, it’s that sweet little girl. And he’d do anything for her, and I loved and admired that for him.

“A’right. Come on.” I smiled and hugged him, and that’s when I taught him how to successfully braid someone’s hair.

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I smile and watched as Daryl tried his hand at braids Judith’s hair. After teaching him how, I’d catch him repeating the steps to doing it to himself, even when he’s braiding.

If he’s not murmuring it to himself then he’s repeating it in his mind.

He wants this to be perfect, and I adore his dedication to learning it.

I watch as he gently parts the center of her hair, and takes the hair in his hand and separates it in three sections.

Slowly intertwining the sections of hair along the side of her head, bringing it downwards, and then gently tying it off with a rubber band then a sunflower hair clip.

He then did the same to the other side, giving Judith a little tap on the shoulder letting her know he was finished. She thanked him with a huge smile and even bigger hug, before leaving to show off her new hairstyle.

“Looks like we have a natural-born braider of hair over here.” I grin and he nudges me in the side.

“But really though, that was really good. You are truly gifted with everything you do.”

“What’re ya tryna butter me up or somethin’?” He said and I give him a look.

“Well… now that you mention it..” He shakes his head, knowing exactly what I was going to ask.

“Come on, just this once? I’ll never ask again.” He gives me a look, knowing good and well, I’m going to forget and ask him again at a different point in time. “Whatever! Just- please?”

He sighs finally agreeing, and I hug him and sat down in the chair, letting the master do his work.

#wattpad #x reader #fluff #cute imagine #daryl dixon x black!reader #daryl dixon x reader #fluffed up #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead

[happilysmythe]

❥ 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪

trent frederic.

word count: 1.4k

no warnings

"you've begun to feel like home" — the fray

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You loved seeing your boyfriend. In fact, there was nothing in the world that you loved more than watching him on your flatscreen TV, playing hockey in the “big leagues”, as you notoriously called it, much to his annoyance.

One thing you never seemed to get tired of was his undying love for the physical aspect of the game. There was nothing more satisfying to you than to watch him stick it to some glorified asshole on the ice, knowing they damn well deserved whatever came to them. 

Trent was an enforcer; you always liked that.

And because he knew it, he was nothing short of thrilled to come home to you after the Bruins’ 5-4 loss to the Kings. The team may have lost, but Trent achieved his first Gordie Howe Hat Trick, so he couldn’t find it in himself to be too upset. He was on cloud nine, and he wasn’t coming down anytime soon.

You’d been casually living with him for about a month, and it was barely official. In truth, you’d just stopped going home and he never protested. One day, you even came back to your very own half of the closet, which had somehow become empty since the last time you’d seen it.

When you heard the unmistakable click of the front door unlocking, you all but jumped up from your spot on the couch and beelined for the entryway of the apartment. As the door creaked open, you finally were able to catch a glimpse of your boyfriend’s face, and you could immediately tell that he was putting forth his best effort not to smile like the dork that he really was.

Before his bag even got the chance to touch the floor, your arms were around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. “Congratulations, T.”

His smile broke through as his arms found their way around your waist, hands meeting in the small of your back. “Thanks,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

“Mhm,” you smiled, pulling back and looking up at him. As your eyes examined his face, you noticed the small butterfly bandage stuck to the bridge of his nose. Naturally, you pulled your hand back and raised it to the spot, using your thumb to gently graze it. “He got you good in the nose, I see,” you giggled.

“Yeah. It’s not too bad, though,” he confirmed, looking down at you. “I’ve had worse.”

You pressed a small kiss to the bandage. “I know. Trust me, I remember.”

You stepped away from him and started for the couch, where you were comfortably sitting before he came home. Your hand patted the seat next to you, beckoning him to come and join you. “And, if I remember correctly, you lost the fight today,” you teased. “So…a cut and a penalty for nothing!”

“Well, excuse me,” he responded in a mocking tone. “You just gonna taunt me like that every time I lose?”

“Feels like I’ve been doing it a whole lot lately…”

An innocent expression took shape on your face as your eyes darted around the room, your hands folded in your lap. With a shrug, you added, “I might need to find a new boyfriend who can actually win.”

A roll of his eyes followed, along with a nudge of your shoulder by his own. “Oh, I’m sure you will. Have fun with that.”

Another soft laugh exited your lips and you turned to him, lowering your voice slightly.

“I know I tease you, but it’s all just for fun,” you told him. “I couldn’t have been more excited watching you today. Every day. I mean, god, you’re playing in the NHL, T. That’s insane.” Your head shook back and forth slowly. “It’s amazing, and I just,” you paused to take a breath.

“Fuck, I’m just so happy for you.”

He beamed down at you, a flustered smile shaping his face. “Thank you,” he replied gently.

Your head then fell atop his shoulder, his arm slipping between you and the couch cushion behind you to wrap around your waist. He pulled you in and brought his face closer as he looked down at the top of your head. You then felt his lips press a soft kiss to your scalp, and your body relaxed into his almost instantaneously.

“Sometimes I get nervous when you fight,” you spoke quietly, breaking the silence and changing the subject.

“What about?” he questioned, and you shrugged in response.

“Nothing specific, really, I just…don’t want you to get hurt, y’know?”

“Now, when have I ever really gotten hurt besides a few cuts and bruises?” he countered, and you could practically hear the grin on his face. His free hand came around to your front and reached for one of yours, then entwined your fingers together.

“I guess you’d be right,” you laughed to yourself, letting your eyes close as you felt his thumb grazing the skin of your hand lightly. “I love watching you fight. I just don’t want to see you get too hurt. Do you have any clue how bad I wanted to kill that Lomberg guy for choking you like that?”

You felt his breath hitting the top of your head when he chuckled, his chest rising and falling. “I don’t doubt it. Maybe it’s a good thing that you weren’t there then, eh?”

“Yeah. It is,” you agreed with a firm nod.

“You’re really something, you know that?”

“I know,” you joked bashfully. Your eyes met with his as you turned to look up at him, matching smiles shaping your faces. “But you love it.”

“Yeah,” he practically whispered, looking down at you with unmistakable affection in his eyes. “I do.”

He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to yours, allowing the kiss to linger for just a moment before slowly pulling back. He’d never looked so pretty—you were convinced. You loved every part of him, from his warm, open-mouthed smile to each faint freckle on his face. And you always had peace of mind knowing that he felt the same way about you; not a single day went by without him reminding you of that.

“I love you, but you gotta stop worrying so much.”

Wide eyes were your nonverbal response—your only response, at that. You knew that your ears hadn’t deceived you, and you knew exactly what it was that you heard. You only wondered if that’s really what he meant by it.

“You…huh?”

He chuckled softly at your surprise and brought your intertwined hands up. He flipped them over, then brought his lips to the soft skin on the back of your hand and looked back up at you.

“I love you.”

He spoke the phrase with conviction, not a lick of hesitation present in his tone. Neither of the two of you had verbally expressed it to each other. Yet, it should’ve seemed almost obvious that he felt that way. Hell, he’d been showing it to you without saying it since day one. And besides—you already knew that you felt the same. You had for a long time.

“I love you too, Trent.”

Breaking out into smiles began to feel almost ritual to the two of you, your hand releasing his and finding its place around his neck, allowing you to envelope him in a tight hug. The warm skin of his neck pressed against your cheek as you buried your face in his shoulder. His eyes slowly fell shut once you were comfortably settled into him.

“I meant it, though. You don’t have to worry about me.” He pressed a soft kiss to the back of your head. “I’ll be okay,” he murmured, hand trailing up to your hair and gently stroking it. You only nodded in response.

“I’m so proud of you, Trent,” you whispered into his shoulder.

There was not a thing in the world that you enjoyed more than the feeling of his large—abnormally so, as you’d tell him—calloused hands holding you, keeping you close. Quietly sitting with him, doing nothing but enjoying each other’s presence. You knew that time didn’t come to you frequently, so when you had some, any at all, you never took it for granted.

So you stayed there for the rest of the night with him, wrapped up in his arms. It wasn’t long before you felt yourself drifting off, and he followed you shortly after, making sure that you’d fallen asleep before he could even try.

A situation you undoubtedly wouldn’t have thought to be so natural with someone, yet you couldn’t have possibly imagined being in anyone else’s arms. No person in the world could make you as comfortable as he did.

Trent meant everything to you. And you knew that you meant the same to him.

#trent frederic #trent frederic fic #hockey #fanfic #boston bruins #hockey fic #bruins fic #boston bruins imagine #trent frederic imagine #trent frederic gif #cute imagine

[melissa444]

believing that you are mine forever is what makes me get up in the mornings, Rafe Cameron

summary: needy rafe wants you to stay in bed💌💌

warnings: fluffy and rafe being soft<3

“good morning babe” rafe whispers softly in your ear as he kisses your four head. “good morning baby” you say back as you smile and kiss him on the lips.

“how’d you sleep baby?” he asks “really good.” you responded. “that’s good baby i’m glad” rafe says back while pulling you in for another gentle kiss.

“you were pretty restless yesterday” rafe says “yeah i was just stressed from school.” you respond back to him in a sleepy voice. “yeah i know schools been stressing you out recently, i’m sorry about that baby.” rafe says back with worry in his voice.

“it’s okay baby don’t worry about it.” you say back. “well even if you don’t tell me about it, i’m gonna know cause i know you pretty well.” he says back “yeah i know.” you say back

“so your not gonna go to class today right?” rafe questions you. “well yeah i’m gonna have too.” you say back “what do you mean??!!” rafe says with attitude in his voice. you giggle and say “sorry baby but i can’t miss today i have to go.”

“what happened to what we talked about yesterday?” “what did we talk about yesterday?” you question “well you said you were gonna stay home with me and have an us day, what happened to that?” he says “look missing one day of class won’t hurt you could miss one day please baby?” he pouts at you “it’s not gonna be the end of the world i promise you.”

“and plus taking a three day weekend is not unheard of it happens more then you think.” he says “rafe” you say “please baby i just wanna spend time with you don’t leave meee” he whines you roll your eyes playfully and say “fine baby just this once.” rafes eyes lit up as he smiles at you “yayy thank you babyyyy” he says “of course love.”

i’m madly in love with this boy.

#rafe cameron fanfiction #outer banks #rafe cameron fluff #cute imagine #rafe x reader #rafe x y/n #obx fanfiction

[bearwuvimagines]

Imagine ur pet f/o laying their head on ur lap when ur nervous/upset <3

#animals just know ok #pet f/os are so underrated #f/o imagine #f/o imagines #imagine your f/o #sfw #imagine your comfort character #f/o comfort #self ship community #comfort #cute imagine #pet f/o

[ghostiiess]

[NSB LOVE LETTERS] - special valentine's day!!

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hii! since it's valentine's day, I had the idea to make a special post about love letters :) note that this is only what I think they could write in a letter like this!

happy valentine's day and thank you for all the support, it really mean a lot to me <3 single or not, know that you are loved and appreciated!

i hope you guys will like it!

have fun reading!

this is 100% wholesome and sweet! all the members are here and ready to deliver their love to you!

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to: you

from: oliver moy

Dear Y/N..

I was hesitating for a while before writing you this letter since I don't really know how to do it, how to use the right words and especially I don't know if a letter would be something you would appreciate.

I know that you have already seen tiktoks talking about love letters, that you were talking to me a little bit about it since I was curious about it. I know you were not talking to me about it as if it was something you wanted, but here it is… I cracked.

I wanted to try to write you a love letter.

I don't want to make it too long, since as you know, I prefer to reveal my love to you in voice message or face to face, but for you, i'm willing to make an effort <3

You are my one and only partner, Y/N. I want you to know that. You're my last one, especially. I couldn't ask for a better partner than you. You are the only person I would like to start my future life with later and have children. Sure, we are still young, but you see... you are the only one I would like to tell my grandchildren "This is her… This is the girl I fell in love with, when I was 21. This is her… my soulmate".

Am I being too cheesy? Maybe, but you love it. I know you're smiling through this letter and that thought makes me smile too.

I wish I could tell you how blessed I am to have met you, how happy you make me, but I'd rather tell you tonight at my apartment when we are alone.

Thank you for everything, my beautiful Y/N.

You are such a great person and deserve all the happiness in the world.

I love you.

I love you with all my heart and I hope I can still tell you that until i die. You don't know how happy you make me everyday when I see you.

Happy Valentine's Day, my love

by your pretty boy, oliver moy

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to: you

from: sebastian moy

Dear Y/N..

I am a terrible writer, you will know. Not a very romantic start, I apologize, but know that I've always had trouble writing love letters.

Ok, maybe the word 'always' is exagerated here..

'Until today' should be better, since this is my first love letter I've written in my life and all. Oh my gosh, sorry, this is so unorganized, I apologize.

Let's restart...

Happy Valentine's Day, baby.

I hope you'll like my little love letter that I, Sebastian Moy, wrote for you.

I've never been the kind of boy who would write letters, who would write them for fun, who would write my feelings on pieces of paper, but this year I thought I'd write you one, despite my lack of romance in these things.

I hope it makes you smile as much as you make me smile. You are one of the people who make me feel good when I'm sad, you are one of the people who make me feel better when I'm at my lowest, you are one of the people who make me feel 'new' when I feel ugly and bad. You are a person I have always wanted to have around.

In others words: You are like my role model. A person I always wanted to have in my life when I was younger. sorry if that sounds really weird, I write what's on my mind and this is what happens.

I like you, Y/N, and even if I don't always show it, I admire your strength and positivity towards the whole world full of problems.

I love you so so much.

I can't wait for you to tell me if this letter made you smile or cry. If it did make you cry, I hope it was from tears of joy and not from sadness because my letter sucked or something.

With much love and support,

Sebastian Moy (himself, baby)

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to: you

from: justin phan

Dear Y/N…

On this special Valentine's Day, I decided to write you a love letter. Why? Because I saw it on Tiktok and I thought it might make you smile.

I had the idea to write you one in the past, but I never found the right time or the right words to do it, so I thought that today couldn't be a better day to deliver my love through pieces of paper.

I know that in the letters we have to compliment the person and how lucky we are to have the person, but I won't do it all, since I have a lot of things to thank you for and appreciate about you.

I may be cringeworthy, but only for you, my love.

(okay, sorry, that was really not good. I apologize, Y/N.)

So, what do I appreciate about you?

A lot of things.

One of them is your humor.

You have the same kind of humor as I do and I love it. I feel like any boring topic could turn funny with you. For example, I find that talking about bugs for 45 minutes could bore me, but I feel like with you, everything would be funny and super fun.

I feel like being with you, makes me a better person, makes me a better version of myself, that I am one of the luckiest guys to have someone like you in my life.

I don't say it enough, but thank you Y/N. Thank you for being in my life and accepting me as I am, for not judging me.

You are so caring, so funny, so special to me, so fun to be with, so creative. You are you and I love that. I love that you can be 100% vulnerable with me and vice versa. I love that you are always there to cheer me up even when I say I'm fine. I love you with all my heart. I truly do. You're the reason why I get up everyday and why my smile is so special. You're the reason behind it.

I feel like my letter is getting longer and longer and more cringeworthy. Sorry. I can't seem to choose the right words. Maybe you liked it? I hope you did. Tell me if you did, please. I feel like this love letter is not cute enough :(

I can't wait for tonight.

I love you Y/N.

Yours truly,

Justin Phan <3

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to: you

from: ryan nguyen

Dear Y/N..

I would never think of writing a single love letter in my life.

Never.

To me, writing a romantic letter is synonymous with something loving that you give or do at a certain time in your life when the relationship is going well.

And I believe that this letter, the only one I'll ever write, belongs to you. It is only yours. Because I don't want any other lover in my life. I put all the love and affection I had for you in it.

I really hope it will make you smile and warm your heart, as you warm my heart every time you smile at me.

If you didn't smile at this sentence, I'm disappointed >:( I thought it was really cute.

I love your personality and the way you see things. I like how you look at the world and say "I want to make this world a better place". And I think you have succeeded. I'm not complaining, I love doing my job, interacting with the Stars, making music with Oli and filming lots of videos. I love it. But I feel like the world is becoming a darker and darker place for some people and I really feel like you're the one who shines the world. You are the sun and I am the moon. You are the stars and I am the warmth of the sky that warms you when you are cold. You are my other half and even though I sound really romantic and maybe cringe, I feel like you are a source of light to this world and make this world a more beautiful and peaceful place.

You are an inspiring person, Y/N.

You inspire me every day.

Even though I work a lot and stream a lot on Twitch, I want you to know that you are worth a lot to me, that you are someone important to me and that I never thought I would love someone this much.

I'm rather cold with people and let's say a little more discreet compared to other boys (like regie), but I assure you that my affection and feelings for you are very present and will be for the rest of eternity.

I miss you very much.

I can't wait to see you again and give you a hug.

I love you Y/N. I'm proud of you of what you've become and what you're going to be when you grow up. You are an inspiration and a source of positivity for many, including me.

Happy Valentine's Day my love <3

Ryan Nguyen

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to: you

from: kane ratan

Dear Y/N.. How do I start this letter?

I would like to do something romantic like in anime or old romantic movies where does the boy write a super beautiful letter and the girl gets it and she's like "OMG!!!! YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE!!!" and she kisses him? Yeah, I listen to mushy movies sometimes, sometimes it happens…

There was a manga about a relationship that revolved around love letters. I think the name of the manga was "A Perfect Day for Love Letters". I would love to go and buy it. We could go together and make a date out of it! Like writing love letters to each other, danse to old love songs...

I'll be honest. I've never really written love letters. You're my first, and hopefully my last. Last in the meaning that I wouldn't want to write to anyone but you. Not in the meaning of the last love letter I write, since I'm sure it might make you smile to receive one from time to time without you expecting it.

I am writing this letter hoping to make you smile on this Valentine's Day. I know that tonight we are supposed to go to a restaurant together and celebrate this day together, but I also feel like it might make you smile if you received a little attention before we go out tonight.

I don't know what you're going to wear, but I know you'll be beautiful. You'll look stunning. And not just a little. You're always beautiful and I know you're probably reading this letter before you get ready and stressing about your outfit, but know that you're beautiful in everything and even if you were going to wear flashy blue pants with a purple dress with green polka dots and high-waisted mustard yellow shoes, know that you'd still be very beautiful. Your beauty is not measured, Y/N. It's impossible to do it.

I don't want to make this love letter too long, since I want to save some words for tonight, but know that you are someone who inspires me and makes me see the world in a different way than I usually do.

Thank you for always being there for me and always making me smile in any situation.

I appreciate you so much and can't wait to see you tonight. I really look forward to proving to you how much you mean to me in my life.

I love you.

Kane Ratan

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to: you

from: darren liang

Dear Y/N..

I'm writing you this love letter since I thought it might be romantic and quite generous of me to do it like in the 40's movies or something. I think it was in the 40's? Was it? I think yes.

Do you remember the time when we met?

You were so beautiful. And you still are! Don't worry, it's just that I'm talking in the past tense. Well, present tense too. I know you understand what I'm trying to say!!! Sorry, I'm not really good into this kind of thing, but I hope you see the effort I put into you and showing you my affection and love for you with this little love letter that I made for you.

You were hanging out in the supermarket looking for tubs of ice cream since you had just been left by your boyfriend (what an asshole, by the way, plus he is ugly. Did you see how I didn't use the term "was"? lol) and that's when I saw you. You were so beautiful. So so so beautiful.

Justin dared me to go ask for your number, but since I had just seen that you had runny mascara (you didn't realize it, but you had a little bit under your eyes.. it was cute, don't worry baby!), I didn't want to. I mean, I wanted to, but I didn't want to bother you. But you came up to me and pointed me the freezer with all the different kinds of ice cream and asked me if I was tall enough to give your fav to you, since you were so short. And still are, baby. You're still short. But I like it. It feels like I'm holding the world in my arms. And you're my world *lip bite because I can do it*.

When I saw that it was you, I was in shock. Why? Because a hot girl with a black hoodie and messed up mascara had just talked to me and wanted me to help her because she was too small to get the ice cream?

I thought that was incredibly cute.

You are incredibly cute.

And you know the rest, we exchanged numbers because you said the strawberry ice cream was better than the cookie and cream. And we kept fighting and saying why ours was better than the other.

And I promised that we would each taste the ice cream together to determine which was better.

Needless to say, our choices were quickly erased when we tasted the coffee one. I thought it was going to be bad, but it quickly went into my top 3. It's really delicious.

That's why I'm inviting tonight (date not prepared, I know you like it!!) to an ice cream place. Dress sexy (as usual then since you always are *another intense lip bite*). I'll send you the address in texts.

Love you Y/N, happy Valentine's Day! Can't wait to see you tonight and take off your clothes- IM KIDDING, I KIDDING. Unless..

(im just kidding, pls don't be mad)

From Darren Liang, aka your favorite NSB guy (ilysm my pretty girl, you're the girl of my dream)

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to: you

from: regie macalino

Dear Y/N…

I was thinking today about how much I love you, and how I don't tell you enough. So I wanted to sit down and let you know how much I am truly in love with you by writing you a love letter.

This letter will be nonchalant since I'm a nonchalant guy and I have an university by that name.

I still remember (and always will) the moment when you walked into Seb's party (oli told me you were his best friend? lmfao, i didn't know seb had hot friends like you..) wearing that stunning black dress. You were smiling so fucking hard. You were the light of Seb's party. I know it was his birthday, but still.. It felt like you were the main character of the party. You were so fucking hot and beautiful?? And still are, obvs. I knew immediately that I had to meet you. Otherwise, i would have regret it later. I went to the bathroom to try to summon up my courage and think of what to say. I didn't want to sound like an asshole, you know? I wanted to make a good first impression. I was totally tongue tied when I approached you. I was smitten from the very start. I was trying to stay calm in the outside, but in the inside, I was screaming.

And here we are a year later, and you still leave me weak in the knees. You also leave me weak in the knees when we do something naughty naughty, but let's not talk about that. For now, at least.

I truly think you are the most beautiful women in the world I ever seen. I love the feeling of your legs intertwined with mine and the smell of your hair and skin on me. I don't know which products you're using, but dang it! Your hair are so soft and smell so good. And your smile.. Damn it, your fucking smile. Your smile lifts my spirits on even my worst days. You're making me a weak man, Y/N. And I don't hate that. I love your laugh and your ability to find humor in every situation we're living together. I’m so grateful for everything you do for me: from the midnight snacks you give me when I'm streaming to the magnificent backrubs I can have when I'm tired.

I think what I'm trying to say is that you truly complete me. The last one year have been the happiest of my life. I can’t tell you how freakin lucky I am to have you in my life and being able to call you mine.

I will always love you, no matter what happens. I'll be absolutely true and faithful to you forever. I promise. And you know that I don't make promises when I know I won't able to make them come true.

I love you a lot and I can't wait to see you tonight.

Have a good Valentine's day, beautiful girl.

Regie Macalino (he's very nonchalant and sexy)

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hope you guys liked it <3 tell me if i should do more of these or not!!

this was only a pure work of imagination and creation. the boys did not really wrote these letters.

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CHEAP BEER AND WEED | m. kramer

pairing: mitch kramer x fem!reader

warnings: make out, underage smoking/drinking, slight underage sexual acts? ( does it count if it’s just touching a boobs? ) if i missed any let me know :)

— “YOU KNOW YOU DONT HAVE TO SPEND money on me right?” y/n asked as her and mitch walked down the street hand in hand.

“i know, but sometimes i wanna get things for you and if not for you then the both of us” mitch smiled as they stopped outside of the liquor store.

“i honestly don’t under stand how he thinks your of age with a cute face like that” y/n laughed as mitch’s cheek heated up.

“shut up” mitch said as they walked into the store and went back to the wine section.

“i thought you didn’t like wine?” y/n asked as mitch picked up a bottle of red wine. “no put that down.” mitch did as she said and put it down beige looking at her confused. “get the white wine, it’s cheaper, and sweeter than red wine”

mitch nodded before grabbing the bottle and walking up to the register. mitch and the cashier mad small talk before the two teens walked out of the store and to the empty feild, not far from where they were.

“lucky for you i brought a blanket” y/n smiled before grabbing her blanket from her bag.

“what do you all have in there?” mitch asked as he went to look in it, but y/n smacked his hand away.

“eyes and hands out of my bag” y/n told him as they both chuckled before spreading the blanket and sitting on top.

“oh, i forgot, here i brought these” mitch said as he pulled out a baggie of joints. y/n chuckled before grabbing two blunts out of her back pocket.

“great minds think alike” y/n clucked as she handed one to mitch and handed him the lighter. “hand me the wine” mitch handed her the wine watching her undo the foil on the top before popping the top off with her fingers.

“yeah!” mitch yelled making y/n shush him quickly. he laughed and took another hit off the blunt. y/n took a chug of the wine, feeling the bitter but sweet tatse take over her senses, before handing it to mitch who handed her the blunt in return

y/n inhaled the toxic smoke without a second to lose, feeling the smoke coat her throat and lungs before blowing it out after a while of holding it in to let the full effect take over.

“hey…” mitch smiled as y/n met his eyes. y/n smiled back as she passed the blunt back to him. she watched as he finahied it off before flicking it somewhere.

y/n sighed and laid down with her arm behind her head, acting as a pillow. mitch smiled before crawling over her and kneeling above her, his legs between hera as his arms rested by her head.

y/n giggles as he leaned down and rested his forehead against hers. y/n was gonna say something but was cut off by his lips against hers. which once was soft and passionate, their kisses became hard and needy. this wasn’t anything new to them. after all they were both hormonal teenages, but they never went farther then both of them having their shirts off, and they lied it that way.

mitch suddenly grabbed the back of her thighs and leaned backwards putting himself in a sitting position and y/n in his lap. y/n laughed before placing her lips on his. mitches hands found their way from her hips to under her shirt on her waist. y/n’s cheeks heated up at the contact, the tingles she got from a single innocent touch made the butterflies in her stomach 10x more active.

his hands slowly creeped upwards, waiting for her to say no at any point, but she didn’t , she let his hands move upwards to the point where they were just under her bra, his finger tips just barely touching the hem of the fabric.

“is this okay?” mitch asked and, y/n nodded before pulling his face twords hera which he happily followed along letting their lips meet once again.

mitch’s hands slowly made their way up to where his hands were sitting on top of her bra. as his hands made contacts y/n sighed into the kiss liking the feeling. mitch slowly added pressure to his finger tips, lightly squeezing the flesh hidden underneath the fabric.

y/n gasped making mitch quickly pull his hands and lips away, looking at her with concern and regret. “i’m sorry- i-i’m so sorry” y/n laughed before he looked at her with confusion written on his face.

“you didn’t hurt me, it felt nice. that was a gasp of pleasure, miggie” y/n said using the stupid nickname she had given him in the second grade. mitch sighed in relief before falling backwards, bringing her with him as he went. y/n pecked his lips and placed her head in the crook of his neck.

and the two teens laid there under the stars in the big open feild just watching the sky above them…

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#dazed and confused #mitch kramer #fluff #cute imagine

[jeonexual]

BABY KENNEDY ( pt 1 )

A/n: hi!!! This is my first ever story to post on Tumblr and I have been thinking about this cute scenario in my head since tomorrow so I hope you guys like it.

Also English is not my first language so pls be kind and say something if I wrote it wrong. It's been two years since I began to write again so I'm nervous. And I'm still a struggling writer.

Enjoy!!!

Also I'm writing about Leon's and y/n's story too

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Today is the day that their little angel is coming to the world today.

Yeah, you heard it right. Leon and y/n baby.

Y/n was pregnant for 8 months and Leon couldn't believe that he is going to be a father he was so happy.

You were sick for weeks you were puking a lot, not eating well, and feeling nauseous, missing your period, sore and tender.

You started to get think that you might be pregnant.

So you went to the bathroom opened the cabinet below the sink and bring out the pregnancy test, you did the test waiting while you sit on the toilet seat you look at the pregnancy test and it says

"Pregnant"

You gasped while putting your left hand on your mouth while holding the test in your right hand Happy tears were coming from your eyes while you couldn't believe it.

You and Leon were waiting for this for so long and this is finally happening.

you started to get flashbacks of when you and Leon had sex a few days ago before the pregnancy, you both were cuddling after making out your head on his toned chest while you are caressing his chest his warm skin was perfectly against your cold skin making you feel warm and safe.

Leon was stroking your hair softly while his other arm was wrapped around your waist.

His nose was on the top of your head you could feel his soft breath from his nose and some of your hair was moving a little bit from that.

"Y/n?" Leon's whispered

You raise your head from his chest while you hummed looking at him.

"I want to have kids someday." He says looking at you

Your heart melt after he said that you smiled softly while you put your hand on his cheek caressing it.

"I-I really do want to have a kids with you, you can't even understand how much I love you and I can do anything for you, I always wanted to have a family of my own even I know it’s been hard for us before we got married but right now I want a family where just me you and our little baby I can see on my mind that we are happy together with our child you made me believe in love, and trust. you make me feel the happier person in the world right now and I'm so glad that I met you at that night..

You thought about the first time when you and Leon met at Racoon City when Claire was finding you and his brother Chris.

You remember you were hiding in some abandoned building you were 18 by that time becoming a rookie agent wasn't easy even at Racoon city.

Your teams were dead after when you guys went to the headquarters it was completely pitch black inside and a lot of dead people.

You and your teams were feeling suspicious that something is wrong so you and your team decided to split up to look around the headquarters.

After a few minutes one by one your teams died bc of these zombies you were in a locker with your teammate you guys were walking and all of sudden A "thud" sound came from behind you and your teammate quickly turned around while raising your hand with the gun.

You guys slowly went there while you ask who was there then all of a sudden you saw blood on the floor your breath hitched.

There was also a zombie eating someone you could feel your teammate was getting scared.

"what the fuck is that? Oh my God." after when he said that the zombie moved his head up and saw you and then started to growl while quickly getting up and coming up to you.

You quickly aimed the gun at him and shot the zombie a few times then you finally shot the zombie on the head and he collapsed. Dead.

You were so confused that how people turned into zombies? This is how the people at headquarters died and turned like that?

What the hell?

"y/n this is getting fucked up I have to tell other-" Before your teammate could finish the sentence all of sudden a zombie jumped on him from the window and started to eat him while your teammate was screaming, and more and more zombies was coming from the side of the room and windows everywhere!!.

"This is getting out of control what is, happening?" you said as you shot a zombie in the head and stabbed him through his throat to the stomach causing him to collapsed.

Even if one zombie died there was still a lot in the locker room you quickly started to run while dodging the zombies trying to catch you.

Then you got out of the locker room and ran outside from the headquarters before the zombies to kill you.

After getting out from the headquarters you were careful and focused while alot of zombies coming through your way you shot some of them and stabbed a one zombies on the throat after holding behind you.

But you couldn't stop them from coming through you. There were more than 50 zombies outside the government office.

Then you went to the other side of the road while the zombies were chasing you. You were running until you saw a police car you quickly went to the car and got inside.

You were relieved that there was already a car key inside the keyhole so you twisted and start the car.

A lot of zombies were coming in front of you so you kick the accelerator and kicked a lot of zombies out of the way

You sighed heavily feeling calm for now but you were feeling horrible and painful for your teammates.

They never deserve this how the heck Racoon City get like this?

After one hour you were in a city somewhere but you were still in the racoon city all of sudden your car started to stop a little bit and you were confused then your car stopped.

Great out of gas." you thought.

You get out and you thought that you have to find a safe place to stay you also were out of ammo so you have to find a place as soon as possible then you saw a big white building you were thinking that you can find some stuffs that you need it right now so you went inside after killed a old man that was outside the building.

You look around and wow the building was really good it's like a hotel so you went upstairs and look around if there are any armour and zombies there.

You entered a room and saw it was a bedroom everything was white even the walls but it was stained in blood too maybe some family lived here.

As you were looking around for ammo and first aid kit you opened the nightstand beside the bed and look for ammo you found it then you reload the gun, you also found a knife that looks sharp and shiny so you kept it.

Now you only have to find a first and kit and another gun if you can find it, then you look at the wooden wardrobe that was in the corner of the bedroom.

You went there and opened it slowly but all of a sudden a zombie jumped in front of you.

She was in the wardrobe shit!!!

You hold her face to stop her so she won't eat you then you pushed her hard to cause her to fall but then she got up.

You quickly aim the gun at her and shoot her a few times, she was keep coming to you while you shoot her then the gun went empty, you were trying to reload the gun quickly as the zombie was almost close to you before you shot her someone shot the zombie two times behind and she collapsed dead.

You turned around and saw a young guy holding the gun that he aimed at the zombie a while ago.

he looked a little bit old than you but he was too cute.

He was wearing a uniform and it was written in the middle "RPD" in a white logo. He has black hair, blue eyes and his face was charming holy shit ( leon from re2 if you guys get confused)

"Are you okay?" leon says

Yeah, thanks." you said.

"were you looking for someone here?" leon asked

"no, and I was looking for something," you said as you walked forward a little bit.

I'm Leon.....Leon Kennedy" he said as he walked towards to you and moved his right hand to shake, you did it.

"y/n l/n." you said while you shaked his hand. Smiling at him

That's how you both met and after when you said your name Leon understood now that you are Claire's best friend, the one who she was talking about when Leon and Claire were at the car.

Claire did come to the city to find her brother and her childhood friend. Because Chris was somewhere and she talked to you to help her to find her brother.

When Leon told you about Claire you were kinda supraised that he met Claire and now they both were finding you and chris. But since leon found you now three of you can find Chris and get out from this city.

From Leon's point of view when he saw you he felt something that he never felt like that from Ada he does love her but he might love you more than her. He feels you might be the one,

You are something to him.

And now you and Leon are together since 6 years he confessed his love after when you both went to save the president's daughter.

Leon confessed his love to you in a weird shy way after you guys beat the major, he isn't like that but when he's with you he gets nervous and shy and you were a addiction to him that he can't get away.

You both got married in 3 years ago before leon went to the white house for the mission with Jason and shen mey.

And you resigned from the government agency to take a break and joined a government university to teach students in whatever subjects , you only don't teach them, you also teach them how to fight, how to be strong and fearless, cause this world has been completely different and scarred.

You are the youngest teacher in this uni.

You make sure all your of your students are learning about everything you're teaching them that is important in life you are very serious like leon about their education cause it is important.

You're also act like a friend to them more than a teacher and the way you behave, and talk, and teach them they loved everything about you.

The students shares everything with you about thier life, struggles, and etc. You understand every thing about what they're saying all of students story life was overwhelming and sad that your heart was hurting.

So you gave the advices to the students about what they should do and what they shouldn't.

You said "the world is a cruel place but all we can focus is on love ,our life, and future. And just as I always said you guys need to keep it up even if it's hard but you have to. I'm sure we all will beat this."

The way you explained them and gave advices, they were so happy and proud that they're learning alot of things from you that they never got it from anyone

You also told them a little bit about your life and also about your agent life too.

And now the university people amd students likes you so much, you were always happier, smart, confident, intelligent and honest teacher in this university,

Your reputation and your teaching skills is fantastic, many students always enjoyed your class more than other's teachers classes. Some teachers are jealous of you but you didn't care.

But many of your junior and senior colleagues does likes you alot.

You're loving your job alot and enjoying teaching the kids, you also have a friendship with your colleagues, and your principal really liked your work.

But only one thing you miss.... leon.

It's been 1 month since you seen him the last time you miss him so much, you miss the way your body is pressed against his, giving you kisses on neck whispering things to your ear.

Gosh when will he come? You thought.

After one month later leon came back from the mission to surprise you you were in your office doing some paperworks until someone knock the door you said come in and someone entered with Rose bouquet you look up and saw this you were confused who brought it also the rose bouquet was hiding that person's face.

Who is this from?" You asked.

"Me sugar." That person removes the bouquet from his face and it was leon.

You were shocked and surprised that he's here right in front of you you thought he was supposed to come after few months later but he came early.

You quickly get up and hugged him he hugged you tightly with his strong arms

I missed you."

"I missed you too cupcake."

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Since you know you're pregnant you have to tell leon about this he was out for buying some groceries. You forced him to go there so you can decorate a little bit in the living room

You brought a two baby clothes for a boy and a girl since you don't know the genders you put them on the coffee table you look around and see everything was done.

Candles around the living room? Check.

Putting the pregnancy test on the baby clothes on the coffee table? Check.

And wrote "I'm pregnant :)." In a paper that is folded on my hand? Check.

So you wait for a few minutes then you heard a sound from the outside it was Leon's car so you quickly stand on the middle of the living room that you can see in front of the outdoor.

Then leon entered with a bag of groceries he put them down beside the door and saw you he looked confused after he saw your decorations.

"Y/n what is this?" He asked while looking around.

He came towards you while looking at you you sighed and smiled while you looked at the pregnancy test and Leon followed your gaze where you are looking he looked at the pregnancy test and his blue eyes widened.

The room got silent for a moment and then Leon glanced at you with a shocked look. Your heart was racing and you were crazily happy inside.

Y/n is it?-

Before he could finish the sentence you gave him the piece of paper that was from the table a while ago before Leon enter the house he unfolded the paper with a still-shocked face and saw what it was written. He gasped and his eyes got widened again.

He looked so happy and shocked that he couldn't believe he was going to be a father.

"you are pregnant!?" Leon asked loudly while he was smiling like an idiot you nodded while smiling and saying yes leon quickly picked you up and hugged you while spinning you around a little bit.

"I'm going to be a fucking dad!!!"

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Ever since you are pregnant Leon has been taking care of you a lot he was helping you by doing work at home, picking you up and dropping you from uni. Brings your lunch sometimes when you forget.

Also helps you to cook, clean the house, do laundry everything.

You were so happy that he is helpful but you didn't want him to get frustrated and tired. But he doesn't care.

He also doesn't want to go to work but you insist saying it's okay cause you have Claire and the others so no worries.

Whenever he goes to work he calls you thousands of times you never really expected from him that cause he never answers anyone's calls or calls them but Leon was super worried thinking if you are okay or if you need anything, etc the way Leon got super anxious and scared making Chris feel annoyed cause he's been trying to make him understand since the mission got started but he got so frustrated.

"for god's sake Leon SHES FINE!!!!"

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So today is the day their new baby is coming before that you were sleeping with Leon while cuddling together and then you stared to feel the pain in your stomach and you realised that the baby is coming.

So now Leon is outside of the emergency room he was sitting on the metal silver chair while his right leg was bouncing up and down.

His anxiety was eating him up thinking you and the baby are okay.

He took a few breaths to calm himself down and reminding himself

That you are okay and also the baby.

After 12 minutes a nurse came and calls Leons last name

"mr kennedy?"

His head shot up and quickly got up after hearing his name and walks towards the nurse while he was messing with his fingers on his palm and anxiety was eating him up. He looked at her while that woman was smiling and said

"Congratulations you have twins."

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[onlybeeewrites]

If you decide to write for Bridgerton, can you write something for Benedict? Maybe like friends to lovers or something x

The Muse

Requested: By anon

Warnings: nothing just pining

Painting: Benedict Bridgerton x Fem!reader

Request: If you decide to write for Bridgerton, can you write something for Benedict? Maybe friends to lovers or something

Authors Note: I beg for forgiveness that it has taken me so long to get to this. I had insane writers block, then university hit like a truck and had to put writing on hold. But I have returned and I loved this request. I am currently rewatching Brigderton after watching Queen Charlotte so I hope this to your liking. So sorry again, love <3

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You had grow up beside the Bridgerton Household your entire life—to the estate beside theirs at least. Your father’s had been quite good friends, and as your parents began with their families the relationship between the two had grown. This has allowed you to have direct access to the household since you could even remember. Your were at the young age of four and twenty, just a few years older than the eldest Bridgerton daughter, but still a few years younger than the second eldest Bridgerton who also just so happened to be your closest companion.

You remembered the first time you had met the boy, or at least remembered meeting him. You were but about six years of age, and Benedict was ten. Your mother had dragged you over to the house as she more often did to have tea with the Viscountess Bridgerton as they did more often than not. It was in their tea room where you were interacting with Colin when Benedict had come in rather excitedly to show his mother a drawing he had made. You could remember her cooing her second eldest son, praising his rather interesting art piece. Curiously you had glanced over, interested with all the paint colors and such. Benedict had noticed your curiosity and offered for you to have a closer look. From then on whenever you had come over you had eagerly awaited to see what Benedict had created next.

This little routine continued as you all got older. Of course after the passing of their Father, there was more comfort and reassurance whenever you had visited. Though, even in a time of such great sorrow, Benedict had portrayed that emotion within his paintings and drawings. You had been the one to support him and aid him in any such way possible.

As time continued, the two of your had grown closer. Of course you had grown closer with all the Bridgerton siblings, Benedict was the one you were closest with. The one you could also scope out at balls if you needed to escape another dreadfully boring dance partner, or an attempted suitor that was twice your age. Of course your father was there to ensure nothing of the sort would occur, but there would be times where Benedict was simply closer and much better at conversation.

Often Lady Whistledown commented on the you both, sometimes a bit too often. There would be whispers about you both, how often you dance with each other at balls or are seen giggling a bit tipsy with each other in the corners. Most of the time it had not bother you—when you were younger at least. Though as you blossomed and grew into yourself, you also were able to recognize your feelings. You believed it was around ten and six when you had realized you were doomed. That you had fallen completely in love with Benedict. It was not something you liked to think about nor dwell on for too long. Why would he, a Bridgerton, a most handsome, talented, funny, charming man like himself even think about courting you?

It was not that you felt like you were unattractive in some sort of way, you were rather pretty. But it was the fact that you were best friends with Benedict that caused you to think this way. There was a chance of him not returning those feelings. There was a chance that he would laugh in your face assuming it was a joke. There was a chance of him scoffing in your face and cutting you and your friendship off completely.

There was no chance that you would even consider taking that risk—no matter how often Daphne or hell, even Elouise would reassure you that he had returned those feelings to you.

Though one afternoon, you sat with him in the Bridgerton’s drawing room. You had been having some tea that Rose had gotten for you while Benedict drew. He drew with his charcoaled that made his long fingers turning an odd shade of black within his drawing pad. You had always admired the way he looked to serious when he drew. His eyebrows furrowed, causing wrinkles to cover his forehead. He also had this habit of tilting his head; you assumed it was to get a different angle on whatever his latest creations was. But your most favorite thing was when he would be stuck on something. Maybe it was because he could not draw it correctly, or the art was not coming out the way he wanted it to. But once he figures it out, or it comes out the way that he had wanted and the ways his eyes lit up with pride and eureka was your absolute favorite.

“what is it you are drawing today?” You asked, lifting the fragile porcelain to your lips as you take a small sip of the warm tea. Your eyes flicker from your cup to the Bridgerton across from you. And just in time too because was already looking at you. His body tensed slightly before he attempted to play it off.

“Nothing you must worry your head about,” he said in a teasing tone, as he most often did. But he was just trying to play it off when in reality it was you. He was drawing you, in your beautiful soft green dress, your hair done up into a neat braid to keep from your beautiful face. You looked stunning and he wanted to capture it like he had done many time before.

It was always you that he drew, especially when you plagued his thoughts in the late. Hours. Oh if you only knew that you were his muse. The very figure and image of you filled pages and pages of his work. Two of the things he loves most wrapped into one. But what if you were to find out? You would never return and that would break his heart. He was so in love with you it ached to not be able to hold you, kiss you when he wanted. He felt this especially at balls and suitors would come up to your constantly, it made his blood boil. But he had hoped he kept it well hidden. Well, enough to keep it from you. His family on the other hand seemed to know or notice it for quite sometime. According to his mother, both of your mother’s knew of it. Everyone seem to know. Everyone but you.

Too busy in his thoughts, he did not feel the dip in the sofa until it was too late. You had seated yourself right next to him with a small huff as you tried to peak at this new creation before he was able to hide it. But he managed, which caused you to pout slightly. Of those lips…he wanted nothing more to cup your face and kiss you right then and there.

“Benedict. You always show me your drawings,” you had insisted, which just caused the other to shake his head.

“Nonsense. There are plenty of work that you have not seen. Besides it is no good anyways, there is no point in showing it off if it is no good.” He said, giving his best friend a look. This only made you want to see more. “you always saw your work is no good and it is always beautiful. Let me see, please?” You pleaded as you took hold of a part of his drawing pad. There was some back and forth, some ‘no’s’ and ‘oh please’ as you both struggled to take proper hold of the pad.

Eventually his hands slipped and lost its grip on the pad, landing it right into your smaller grasp. “ha! I have got it now. Now, let us see what you have been working so hard on,” you tease before looking at the drawing Benedict had been working so hard on. It was a lady, a rather beautiful one. But the longer you looked, the more you realized that this lady in the charcoal had the same features as you. the same face shape, body type, hair—even the little scar that was right on the bridge of your nose that you had gotten as a child. And you face began to redden as you slowly looked towards Benedict. “Are…is this of me?” You ask in wonder, amazement and without a single sound of disgust or hated—this reassures Benedict a bit more at least.

He nods and before he could utter another word, you flip through pages; more drawings of you. “You make me look beautiful..” you say in wonder and this causes Benedict to furrow his eyebrows once more but not in concentration but confusion.

“Because you are beautiful. I draw what I see and what I see from you is…” he stopped himself from speaking another word, too afraid to come across as too forward. He took a breath, figuring now is a better time than ever. The Bridgerton boy took the drawing pad from your hands and placed it next to him before giving you his full attention. Your face is covered with blush, flustered from this whole thing.

“I suppose now I must explain myself before it comes across strangely. But I do draw you. More times than not because you plague my every waking moment, you have since we were children. You have captured my heart from years and you have refused to return it to me. My dearest friend…..my feelings for you grow into one where I want you by my side forever, not just in my drawings. You are my muse for everything I do and I cannot bear it being another nor you being with anyone else..” he said, “So I suppose-“

You cut him off by leaning forward and giving him a kiss. Your soft ones pressed against his own. It was bold and improper. But his words were moving and your heart would not stop its fluttering. So you had kissed him, hoping no one would see. The kiss was everything you both had imagined it would be like and more.

So once you had pulled away to his surprised but smug reaction, you simply nodded, “Of course, it would be delighted to court you, my dearest. I have been waiting so long for this moment.” You say, still almost not believing that your love was also your best friend.

“I suppose we both were a bit too blind and afraid to admit it, hm?” He chuckled, taking your hands in his, getting a bit of the charcoal onto your hands. You giggle and nod,

“Yes I suppose so. But I also would love to see these other drawings of me that you have mentioned,” you teased him, now making it his turn to blush as he realized what he had admitted.

“Perhaps another time…?” He asked hopefully and you grin mischievously, almost impishly.

“Or perhaps we can give you something else to draw,” you said suggestively continuing to tease him about such thing.

“Oh I quite like the sound of that,” Benedict grinned as he pulled you in for another quick kiss. Perhaps it was a good thing you had seen the drawings after all.

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[vinnieswife]

Our bet - JB

Jude Bellingham x fem! reader

words: 1365

warnings: smut! blowjob, male!receiving, bad lenguage. SMUT UNDER THE CUT!

summary: After a party with a few friends, Jude places a small bet on the reader that ends in something else...

"okey that was really fun."

"Damn it was," your boyfriend chuckled, shaking his head at the memories of tonight's events. "Did you see Mason strip on the pool table?" you snorted, "who didn't? He was screaming screaming screaming the lyrics to 'Doja'."

You both laughed at the same time as Jude wrapped his arms around your body, testing it dreamily. Quickly he stole a kiss from you,and lifted his hand to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear.

"You couldn't seem to keep your hands off me tonight, baby."

you squinted mechanically, feeling offended, "you just implied that I was clingy?"

"Oh, honey, it's not a nasty problem, I absolutely adore it when you're clingy. I used to be just-".

"oi oi im not clingy."

"okay, then i'm gonna bet that you can't go at least 5 minutes without touching me while we're making out," he confidently stated, pursing his lips together in a cocky manner, to which you scoffed at with a shake of your head.

"that's not really fair... you can't expect me to keep my hands to myself during something like that," you huffed out frustratedly. "we both know that you're just setting me up to fail."

He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head, "for someone who keeps telling me they're not clingy, you don't seem very sure about it."

Jude was starting to irritate you.And as a solution to his annoyance, you crossed your arms across your chest and hastily pressed your lips to his plump lips, just to play nice, Jude's hands disappeared from your neck, tucking them into his pockets. Jude hated the way you were kissing him, your kisses followed a slow but steady rhythm making him melt and crave for more.

You sighed into the kiss and moved a little closer to him, with your arms crossed you could gently brush against his chest, there was no way you could do this without any other physical contact.

Pulling away from him, you looked down at your shoes with an obvious red tint to your cheeks. You didn't even need to look at him to know he had the most arrogant, smug smile on his face.

But you needed to prove something.

So you raised your head again and kept eye contact with him as you leaned in to start kissing him again.

You had surprised him when you went back for more, but he was more surprised when he could feel your tongue running along his bottom lip, begging to enter his mouth, he allowed your tongue to come into contact with his and now you were fighting for dominance. you were so determined to somehow win this bet, it prompted you to push your knee against his, signaling him to start moving, Jude hummed for a millisecond, sending mini vibrations all over your mouth, before he backed up onto the bed.

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Naturally, Jude sat down slowly, which caused you to straddle him with your legs on either side of him, you tilted your head to give him more access, and you could already feel your insides burning with need,you were struggling.

"Don't touch, baby," he murmured into your mouth as he felt your fingers slowly creep under his shirt and brush against his pelvis, he reached down to remove your hands.

"Come on, you know the rules y/n."

You moaned in frustration, but nevertheless kept your lips on his with your hands, more or less, away from his body. God, this was really killing you. You wondered how much longer you would be able to keep this up, because it turned out that he was actually quite right with his earlier statement, you were clingy at times. But only because you are deeply in love with him and he is the sexiest man alive, could anyone blame you?So you gave up on the spot.

"Fuck, Jude, please."

Your boyfriend smirked contentedly against your swollen lips at your plea, and pulled away slightly to maintain tense eye contact with you, "hmm.. what about our bet, honey?"

"Shut up, you know you won," you told him in an irritated tone, rolling your eyes at his smugness. "Because I'll touch whatever I want, whenever I want."

"Do you want to make this bet a little more worthwhile?" he asked you, though it didn't seem like a question to you.

"It depends... Do you have training tomorrow?"

"No. Do you?"

"I don't play football Jude love."

He ran his tongue over his lower lip and stared at yours, suddenly feeling impatient for what was coming, "then we have time" not wanting to waste another second, you pushed your head forward to close the gap between you, taking advantage of the privilege you didn't have during the bet, your hands found their way into his hair so you could deepen the affection. His hands slid playfully upward from your thighs, giving your ass a small squeeze.

After bringing your tongues together, your hands slowly traveled from his hair to his shoulders, his torso, and down his shirt to feel his hips, since you couldn't before.

Jude's moan disappeared into your mouth as you unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans, and voluntarily slipped one of your hands inside to grasp him firmly, pulling him out, you pulled back a little from his lips smiling slightly. Your forehead rested against his as your hand began to stroke him up and down. You made sure to keep eye contact with him, his pupils were almost trembling from the pleasure you were giving him and his lips parted slightly letting out moans of pure pleasure.

You brushed the tip of it with your thumb, which made his breath hitch, "I love touching you, baby."

"And I love it when you touch me Aah~."

"I know you do~" you told him with a small smile, stopping your hand movements. "~ your eyes say it all."

Something between a moan and a groan came out of his mouth and he closed his eyes before clasping his hand over yours that had stopped moving along his cock,he began to move your hand against him at the pace he wanted, and your smile only grew at how desperate he was for your touch. He always wanted you as much as you wanted him.

His hand soon left yours as soon as you kept a steady but faster pace. You urged yourself to bury your face in his neck, leaving wet kisses along his tanned skin. Nothing but heavy breaths fanned over your ear like a hot gust, tickling your skin and giving you goosebumps.

His head lolled back, while his forearms rested on the sheets for balance, endless moans rang throughout your bedroom. For a second, you worried if anyone else in the halls would be able to hear it, but then he started praising you, "Fuck, like this, baby. You're so good." You completely forgot about them.

You could feel a whole load of pre-cum dripping from the tip of his hardened cock and you licked your lips at the sight of it, without giving him warning, you slid your legs off the bed so you could bend over and wrap your mouth around him.

"Holy fucking shit y/n."

You were driving him crazy, and there was no doubt he was about to orgasm at any moment.

Jude's other hand reached down to grasp the base of his cock, while your mouth continued around the tip and your tongue continued to work wonders on him. To double the pleasure, he began to stroke himself at a pace that he knew would help him climax faster.

"I'm going to cum," he managed to mumble, turning his head slightly away, guttural moans bounced off the walls and echoed in your ears as his hips stuttered slightly. He sat up on his elbows with a suggestive smirk.

"You were so loud," you affirmed with a chuckle, returning to straddle his thighs.

Jude chuckled, and was already about to unbutton your jeans so he could lower his hand down to your hotness, "Well, it's about to get a lot louder in here, baby."

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[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

More Important Than You Think.

A/N: Another Benny story coming up! I adore him and I found this in my drafts, fixed it up all nice and here she is! ❤️

Pairing: Benny Watts x Reader

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“Yes, put him through.” We heard from over the phone, “You all there? I’ll put her on.”

I smile, draping my arm over Benny’s left shoulder, resting my chin on right, all while side hugging Harry with my free arm. For how long I’ve been stand here, I’m surprised my legs ain’t give out yet.

“Hello?”

“If he goes for the knight, hit him with a king rook pawn.”

“Benny?”

“If he goes for the bishop, do the same thing, but open up your queen file.”

“How do you know?” Beth said whilst laugh, still skeptical.

“It’s in the Times. It’s 7 a.m. here, but we’ve been working on it for three hours.”

“We?” Benny hands the phone to Harry, “Hi, Beth.”

“Hi, Harry.” She said, with a soft chuckle. “Hey, what about me?” I grab the phone, and put it up to my ear. “Hey, B.”

“(Y/N)..” She said, most likely on the verge of tears.

“I’m not that good at chess, but I am good at making snacks, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing, whilst helping the boys.” I said, handing the phone off to Harry, putting a hand on Benny’s shoulder, before walking over to his kitchen area, making a little charcuterie board.

“It’s really nice to hear your voices.”

“Oh, well, hang on.” Harry holds up the phone so Matt, Mike, Hilton and Arthur yelled into the phone, telling her they’re proud of her amongst other things.

It truly almost made me want to cry as I brought, the board to the table, gently setting it near the chess board. Benny’s up in seconds, a gentle hand to my lower back. “What’s wrong? You okay?” I nod.

“Just happy you’re all doing this is all.” I said, with a bit of a sniffle.

“You’re? You are helping too. You said so yourself.” I shake my head.

“I did, but I suck at chess, I only offer snacks and emotional support.” I said, pointing to the board, I just set up on the table.

“Okay, come here.” Benny grabs my hand, bringing me into his room, before closing the door. “That? Whatever you told me out there is bullshit. That is not all you do, and is know for.”

“You’re not just that, you’re a best friend, you’re a singer, a musician..my girlfriend? You’re all that and more. Does none of those things mean anything to you?” I nod stating that, ‘it does,’ in fact mean something to me, wiping my runny nose.

“Come on.” He hugs me tight, rubbing my back, before bringing me back into the living area of his place. “You okay? You alright?” Matt and Mike asked at the same time. I smile and nod, standing behind Benny, placing a hand on his shoulder, “I’m fine.”

After listening to them, give Beth all the different combos and variations of how the match with Borgov could go, for a bit, Benny stood up at some point light himself a cigarette.

I backed up from the guys, and stood next to him. “You think this’ll work?”

“It’s gotta work, if not then all those hours looking over all of his old matches, would be for nothing.” I nod, watching him take another drag of his cigarette, watching the end of it become red as it turned to ash and fell to the floor.

I don’t know what came over me, but once Benny took it out of his mouth, I gently plucked it from out his fingers, and held in between my lips. “I thought you, said you didn’t smoke.” He said, as the smoke left his body through both his mouth and nose.

“I don’t. Curiosity, I guess.” I take a drag and almost immediately start coughing, “And that’s why smoking’s for grownups.”

He took the cigarette back, putting it in between his own lips, patting my back with his free hand, I just responded with a death glare, but he stared ahead at the group running up his phone bill.

“You’re very clingy, you know that?” He admitted.

“Well, shit. Thanks for pointing it out. I’ll be outta your hair then.” I start to leave, but Benny grabbed my arm, pulling me back into his chest.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it, rook.”

“Oh, but of course. You want everyone to know, just who I got to bed with every night.”

“Damn, right.” He pulled me into a kiss, breathing into it cause the cigarette smoke he was holding in, into my mouth and out my nose.

“But if I catch you smoking again, you and I will have problems.”

Benny laughed, finishing smoking his cigarette, before putting it out, “Yes, ma’am.”

#benny watts x black!reader #benny x black!reader #benny watts #benny watts x reader #cute imagine #wattpad #x reader #fluff

[lady-daydream]

Our Life Beginnings & Always: That’s What Friends Do - M/C x Derek Imagine

Sneaking off wasn’t in Derek's’ nature. It would have caused too many issues if he got caught, plus he knew his parents had enough on their plate with his younger siblings. He didn’t want to add to that. But emergencies were different. In his eyes. His parents were the first to be at their friend’s side and he had picked up on that. Though they would prefer that Derek ask first and normally he did. But sometimes he was a little impulsive.

However, despite this, there have been a few occasions where Derek has snuck off.

One was when he was 13. And it was the weekend that M/C learned about their adoption and biological parents. He was sat with Cove while their dads were talking about work and while making small conversation Derek asked causally where M/C was. Cove told him about the situation, and how M/C had been pretty upset. He explained that the situation had been resolved but M/C seemed like they needed some space and some time to be upset. Cove mentioned that sometimes when upset he just needs some space, so he guessed they needed the same.

Now, Derek hadn’t seen M/C sad before, but he had called them his friend, and friends check up on each other especially when they are sad. And if they needed space, he would just run back. But it was better safe than sorry.

It didn’t take long for Cove to figure out what Derek was planning after seeing him mutter something about the time it would take to walk there verse a bus. After Cove gave him advice on the best shortcut to get there the quickest, they then put their heads together to try to figure out how to deal with the situation of their dads, who had, a moment ago mentioned they wouldn’t be much longer. But after a few hushed mutters, Cove just shook his head to brush away Derek’s worries.

“Don’t worry, I’ll buy you some time”

“You sure” he nervously asked.

“yer, there’s a pile of small gravel near M/C window, if you throw some of it lightly, they normally open their window.”

It took Derek a moment to solidify his plan before giving Cove a grateful smile.

“Thank you”

“No problem” Cove replies with a calm shrug.

And as Derek leaned into his Dads conversation to tell him he was going on a walk, with a reply of, don’t go too far and don’t be too long, Derek turned to go as Cove passed him. The last things he heard as he walked out was a mutter of a curious question followed by the sound of objects falling over along with paperwork, apologises and ‘don't worries’’ and a muttering of having to stay a little longer between defeated chuckles.

Derek felt bad about causing his dad to have to do more work but noted that he owed Cove one as he made his way as quick as he could to M/C house using every ounce of his sports training and bus station knowledge to get there. Sighing with relief as he finally got to the house and making his way over to under M/C window he frantically scouring the ground for a small enough stone, whispering hopes of not breaking the window as he watched it fly and hit the window with a pleasant thud. The silence brought him a wince as he waited, bouncing from foot to foot as he debated throwing another stone. Which he did. A little bit harder than before. He was debating throwing a pebble a third time before heading back when that idea was broken by the sound of a window opening.

“Cove, you’re going to break my window someday if you’re not careful”

M/C looked down, expecting their tall Turquoise-haired friend. Only to find a frantic-looking Derek, mid-throwing action, smiling apologetically at them eyes lit up like a puppy dog. The pebble quickly returning to the floor with a drop.

“Im sorry – Im – ur”

“You know you could have knocked; I would have opened to door”

He shook his head

“My dad doesn’t know I’m here, I ran from the shop to – that doesn’t matter”

M/c raised an eyebrow as he dropped the pebble, scratching the back of his head and looking away.

“ I just - I came to check you are okay? Cove told me about yesterday. I wanted to make sure you weren’t upset and if you were – not that there’s anything wrong if you were - id might be able to cheer you up. Friends shouldn’t be left alone when they are sad. That’s what friends do- cheer the other up and all…. so – “ Derek explained trying to fit a paragraph into a sentence.

He stopped when he heard M/C laugh.

“You ran all the way here to make sure I was okay?”

Letting his own laugh tumble between a smile he nodded.

“Yep – thought you would have done the same for me “

“of course I would, in a heartbeat, no doubt there. But to make you a little less worried, I’m okay now. Yesterday was – A lot- I mean more than a lot to take in but I’ve been just thinking through it all, that’s why I’ve been quiet.”

“well why don’t we hang out tomorrow- I mean properly, without me sneaking away this time, we can talk about it – or watch a movie?”

Without hesitation, M/C smiles and nods.

“ I would love that – but let’s not make plans just yet.We should call when you get back home, planning will only work if you don’t get grounded for running off”

Derek looked at his watch. Muttering a hybrid of made-up curses that were safe to use with Nicolas around. M/C was right. And with a goodbye he ran back, barely making it as his dad made his way out of the shop ready to call for him. Giving a thumbs up to Cove behind him as they make their way to the car, much to Cliff’s confusion as his son returned it with a smirk.

It wasn’t until a few years later did Derek realizes how much that meant to M/C.

He had been away from home, across the country playing an away game for his school. But it hadn’t been going too great. He seemed to always mess up in some way or another. Being a little bit too behind, no matter how much he practiced or how much extra work he put in. Though he and M/C didn’t talk as much as they both would have liked, they did call around once a month minimum. It was on one of these days, after another bad training day, after having a word with his teachers and his couch who were a little concerned since it was a week till the match, after going to the gym and being out too late pushing himself a little too hard. After all of that, he found himself calling M/C while cooking dinner hoping to cheer himself up out of his funk.

He tried to mask his exhaustion and frustration with his situation, but it was as if M/C could see him right through the phone. He tried playing it off but found that he quickly folded and told M/C about the upcoming match, his stress, and his seemingly stagnate progress. After what seemed like a solid length of time just talking, he heard a kind of familiar laugh from his phone.

“you needed that rant didn’t you?”, 

He couldn’t stop himself from chuckling and agreeing. Thanking them for listening, answering a few of M/C questions and telling them who he was against so they could in their words “Keep an eye out for the scores, just in case both of us are too busy to call”. He promises to call right after but mentioned the team anyway. And after some more small talk and saying goodbye, they finally ended the call. Both feeling happier than when they had started.

The countdown to the match remained the same, and soon enough he found himself about to start, sending a text to M/C and his family saying he was about to start since they had said they were too busy to travel all the way to see the match. He missed them all but understood it was a lot to ask for them to travel all this way. He quickly put his phone away with the lingering bittersweetness of friends and family on his mind as he was called up. He wanted to win so he could call and tell them all. He was so lost in his own thoughts he didn’t notice the text notifications as he walked away.

Not that he needed it. Because as he walked onto the field, it didn’t take his eyes long to wonder to the stands out of habit. But he was shocked when, expecting no one familiar, his eyes wonder and find in the stands 5 familiar faces smiling and cheering for him. His mum with a warm thermos of something sat bundled up, his brothers joking about something as one had their phone ready to video, and the other looking for him, and M/C and his dad standing holding up a sign one hand each with “Go team Derek !” written on it.  Both of them smiling and waving as they catch Derek’s gaze, M/C pointing to the sign mouthing Good luck and Go Derek! and his dad giving him a thumbs up and shouting the same.

That was all that Derek needed. Finding himself completely pushing through his funk, as he was able to turn the tide of the match, with the cheers from his family and friend always in earshot, and he found his team winning- though only barely. But that was more than enough. Quickly celebrating with his teammates before running as fast as he could towards the stands where the 5 of them rushed to meet him. M/C getting there first as he picked up them up and spun them around in a hug.

“what are you doing here, you’re supposed to be in Sunset Bird”

“You sounded down, so I thought I’d try and come up and cheer you up, told your folks I was thinking about going to go see you and so we planned a meetup, sooo...we thought we’d surprise you“. M/C gesturing to where they had been sitting

“ plus, that’s what friends do, Friends shouldn’t be left alone when they are sad, we cheer the other up and all.”

“Plus” M/C adds with a smile.

“you would do the same for me so  –“

Derek thought he could kiss them – he wanted to kiss them. But he spoke instead.

“ In a heartbeat” He notice he was still holding them, and quickly let go, feeling his cheek beginning to burn and quickly trying to reach for a topic to stabilise his bashfulness.

“ I’m surprised one of your mums aren’t here, hope they are okay?”

M/C looked away sheepishly rubbing the back of their head with their hands, a habit they had picked up from him.

“…. Im supposed to currently seeing my aunt. I said I had an extra class with an exam to take so”

That was when his mum then caught up to them.

“M/C! you didn’t tell us that”

“Please don’t tell my mums, I think my sister is already on my scent! Plus, you guys wouldn’t have had as epic a sign as you did if I hadn’t had come – “

“They are not wrong there – I’m sure we can let this slide”

His dad pitched and he made his way over to his wife, giving a joking wink to Derek as he gave him a pat on the back while his mum finished hugging him. M/C smiling kindly at him as she watched the family hug.

“Plus” His dad added  “ I think the both of you are equal, though I think M/C got you beat on distance, the shop is a little closer –“ His wife quickly nudging her husband as Derek blushes through the reminder of his apparent unsuccessful sneaking off years ago as M/C laughs.

He found himself staring kindly at M/C, about to say thank you again, when feral footstep rapidly approached him, as two human-shaped cannonballs nearly knocked him off his feet. The three brothers laughs melting into a warm tune as Derek lifted both brothers up in a hug.

#ourlife #our life #our life derek #derek suarez #our life imagines #our life beginnings & always #cute imagine

[mistyismyname]

POV:

Eddie watches as you walk up to him in the cafeteria. He hasn’t seen you all day and he’s absolutely smitten with how beautiful you are and can’t wait to wrap his arms around you, his girl.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie #munson #pov #my pov #eddie the freak munson #Eddie y/n #imagine #Eddie imagine #hawkins high #hawkins #soft aesthetic #cute imagine #fluff #stranger things fluff #joseph quinn

[keijin-writes]

Imagine running up to them, hugging them - basically tackling them, giving a little kiss on the cheek…and then leaving.

Just me? Ok.

it gives me like lowkey teasing and I love it.

#the amount of times I’ve wanted to do this to my friends even… #head empty yet full #head empty #relationship #relationship imagines #crush imagines #imagines #cute imagine #scenarios #friendship imagine

[thirstnotes]

| Imagine Being Quiet and Nerdy and in Love with Daveed and Rafa Since Childhood and Not Realizing Rafa Liked You All That Time |

1998

"Ey, man, leave that girl alone. Give it back, f'real."

Those were the words that made your soul leave your 8th grade body. Sure he was laughing when he said it, so it was a soft demand, but the fact that Rafael Casal was defending you to any capacity made your brain leave orbit. Which is not where you needed it to be right now.

Because you didn't know what to say when his friend gave you your novel back. He didn't seem to expect a response, however, completely overlooking you to defend himself to Rafa. "What? I just wanna know what be so damn interesting in them books she always reading."

"Bitch, spell 'interesting',” Daveed joked, getting a spirited shove from behind as they all left you alone. You bit your lip to keep from laughing at the jab. The last thing you needed was to draw attention back to yourself.

They all roasted each other as they continued up the sidewalk, all shoving each other and completely forgetting about you. Thankfully. With a final "Man fuck you!" they all disappeared around the corner. Still talking shit. You exhaled. Your skin was cool with the feeling of sweat that broke out when they’d approached. Your pulse was pounding in your eardrums. You swallowed, your throat cracking a bit from the moisture finally returning to it. You were ashamed of the way you choked whenever they were around.

You were the epitome of a "good girl". Straight A's, well-read, well-behaved, stayed out of trouble. It always pleased your parents, but your social life was sorely lacking. Plus, anxiety was a bitch and it made you an easy target for teasing. Particularly from the neighborhood boys--them included. Your Grandma claimed it was because they thought you were cute and just did it because they didn't have anything better to do.

A thought you wanted to entertain.

But nah, you knew it was because you were funny to watch squirm and fumble for a good comeback. Today, however, Rafa and Dav--as they so affectionately called each other--seemed to exercise a small bit of restraint when their third homie went in on you.

Possibly because your Grandma used to be their music teacher and looked out for them. Maybe because she paid them to do odd jobs around her house to keep them out of trouble. Or maybe it was because she always fed them whenever they came over after school. Which wasn't anything novel; she fed everybody that came through. So you legit couldn't think of any other reason they'd take it easy on you. Sure, you interacted occasionally--often being in the same room and all--but you'd hardly call yourselves "friends that hang out".

You were--as Rafa put it--"so fuckin weird", although said in a lighthearted way that made your heart flutter. In a way, it did make you feel like you were closer than your other schoolmates, if only temporary.

Which was why you were so ashamed of yourself for choking up so much. They were just dumb boys doin' dumb boy shit. Clownin' around. Any cool bitch would’ve snatched her book back and cut them all off at the knees with something sharp and/or flirty.

But you were nothing like that. You were a nervous laugher, pretending to be a good sport, not wanting to offend, but also desperately wanting them to leave you alone type of girl. No matter how fine you thought they were. Especially how fine you thought they were.

They were on a whole other level. Cute, charismatic, talented, funny, down-to-earth…and right across the street. You would listen from your window all the time, doing your homework, blinds just barely open, the window cracked to hear them joking and taking turns freestyling bars about people they saw or stuff they liked. Which you enjoyed.

At least until you heard them jokingly rap:

See shawty 'cross the street always playing hide-and-seek-er/peepin all up in the blinds like can't nobody see her

You couldn't look them in the eye for a week-

"Amber Brown," your bestie laughed aloud, interrupting your story with a smirk that suggested she was holding onto a juicy secret. You frowned at her expectantly.

"What?"

"You know that song was about you, right?" she purred deviously, waggling her perfectly contoured brows at you. You rolled your eyes with a sheepish smile, the familiar feeling of embarrassment creeping up your spine.

"Anyway-"

"No, no for real!" she pleaded apologetically, "That's how I found out Rafa had a crush on you."

Your jaw went slack. "What?"

F/N gave you an obnoxiously beaming smirk. "Mmhmmmm."

Then she took a long sip of her drink, which made you practically foam at the mouth for more information.

"Okay, so???" you urged, motioning for her to go on. She seemed to revel in your anxiety.

She smacked her lips for a moment then relented. "Okay okay. For real tho. Who did you think Amber Brown was about?"

She paused to let you add two and two together. You decided to give her the wrong answer. “Somebody at school.”

You truly earned the look she gave you. “Yeah. You, silly ass.”

You laughed and shrugged, your chest fluttering and sparkling with the revelation that maybe your best friend was actually right. “I’m just sayin. There were a lot of Ambers floatin’ ‘round that school.”

“You are way too bright for me to dignify that with an answer.”

You took a smirky sip and she rolled her eyes.

“Amber brown is about your eyes, smartass.”

She looked pleased at the cough that pulled from you.

“Amber Brown in my town always got me feenin’, honey brown lookin 'round like shawty always schemin’? He was talkin about how shy you were and how he though it was cute. Which like. I ain’t gon lie. That was fuckin adorable.”

You wanted poke fun at how she remembered that freestyle from so long ago, but you did too. It was one of your favorites. But not once did you think it was about you. You truly thought it was about some chick named Amber.

“My eyes ain’t honey brown,” was all your flustered brain could manage.

“Remember in music class when we were talking about Jasmine’s contacts and the sun hit your eyes at just the right angle and we started talking about how brown eyes hit different in the sun?”

How could you forget? Rafa was the one that started it all in the first place. Everybody started laughing then Andre joked about you being his new boo. You were petrified.

“Rafa said ‘damn’ or something…whatever it was, it about how pretty your eyes were when the sun hit them. Everybody started laughing, but he was for real. I thought he was legit gon’ smack the shit outta Dre’.”

“He laughed too,” you pressed, hanging on every word, hoping she’d supply more. As if she’d sensed it, she continued.

“Because he was a dumbass boy back then. But he was straight up serious then. Anyway, after school, when Daveed and him did their usual freestyle stuff, he started spitting that shit and I was convinced homeboy was sprung."

(Part 2)

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