#i only giffed this for the dimple <3

[milkiane]

I WAS MADE FOR LOVIN' YOU. eddie munson.

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summary: the four times eddie knew he was a goner and the one time he told you.

warnings: no spoilers! don’t worry, you’re safe here. profanities. gif credits to @his-name-is-ed <3

word count: 5.1k

i. the first time eddie knew he was a goner was when… he found out that you love mötley crüe. 

eddie knows his presence is hard to miss. aside from his wild hair and clothing choices, which apparently do not fit the social standards, he makes it exceptionally difficult for people to ignore him. 

and yet, on a particular, normal, chilly friday in the school field, you effortlessly grab his attention. you didn’t need crazy hair or seeking clothes or loud eccentric speeches on top of a cafeteria table. you’re just… sitting there with a frown on your face and eddie thinks…

eddie can’t think. his mind draws blank as he continues to stare at you.

so like dominoes, his abrupt stop results in the rest of the hellfire club bumping into him, which causes a streak of groans and complaints, but eddie pays them no mind because as if his legs have a mind of their own, they bring him right to you. “carry on without me, my little sheep, destiny awaits!”

you groan in annoyance, slamming your hand onto your malfunctioning walkman. “stupid, stupid, little shi-”

“y’know, i don’t think mauling the poor thing will make it work.” 

you look up at the voice with a glare, your face softens just a bit after seeing it was eddie, but the glare prevails nevertheless, still frustrated with your walkman.

“i mean, sure, i guess that could make it work, too,” eddie shrugs, hopping on top of the picnic table instead of sitting on the benches like a normal person.

“it will work,” you grit your teeth, hitting the side of the device as it did nothing to fix the distorted voice of vince neil. “it just needs a bit of tough love.”

after watching you for a few more minutes with an amused smile, eddie snatches it out of your hands, convinced that you would break it if it doesn’t revive the next second. he ignores your objections as he opens his black metal lunchbox.

“it’s not a lunchbox,” he absentmindedly retorts to your murmur as he goes through his things, silently muttering a quiet no, not this, nope, what the hell is this? and finally, aha!

he raises a mini screwdriver before you as if it will magically take your problems away. “this, my lady, will magically take your problems away.”

huh. 

you hesitantly watch as eddie pops open your walkman, taking out the mixtape to find the tape itself burst out of its case. he tinkers and meddles with it carefully, doing wonders as he manually rewinds it. 

you use his current distraction to take a good look at him. you’ve seen him around the school; in class, in the hallways, at the cafeteria, but you’ve never crossed the borders of his personal bubble or actually spoken to him until now.

he isn’t a bad sight to see. 

his hair, although gone rogue, looks so soft that you physically have to restrain yourself from touching it. he has tattoos inked on his skin, slightly covered by his hellfire shirt as if teasing you and leaving you wanting to see more. beautiful silver rings graced his fingers making you want to study each intricate detail that embellished the jewelry.

his tongue is poking out of his lips, brows furrowed in concentration. his nose is slightly crooked as if it’s been broken before. he has dimples piercing his cheeks and the lightest of freckles sprinkled over his face, only noticeable if kissed under the sun.

all things considered, eddie munson is a sight for sore eyes.

“are you done staring, sweetheart?” eddie teases, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “if you’d like, i can pose for you on this table.”

you were too deep in your reveries that you didn’t notice he was done. you blink up at him and scoff. “shut up, i wasn’t staring.”

“it’s fine, y’know, it’s normal to stare at pretty things.” he encourages you, satirically playing with his hair. “especially if you’re one of those connoisseurs of art.”

“wow, someone learned a new word today.” you praise him sarcastically.

“now, now, y/n, is that a way to treat someone who just fixed your lil walkman?” eddie chastises, grabbing your headphones from your neck and putting it on his ears. “what were you listening to anyway?”

he gives it a few seconds before the familiar music comes in. he whips his head towards you with a slack jaw. he winces, his hand coming in contact with his neck, massaging the pain from snapping his head towards you too fast.

… i've been a poet always tongue in cheek,

i've seen some scenes man you'd never believe,

and like a supercharged rocket ride,

you know they'd have gasoline if they had the time.

“you- you listen to mötley crüe!” eddie blurts out, standing on the picnic table and pointing an accusatory finger at you. “you’re one of us!”

“shut up!” you pull him back down with a yank. you can still hear angela blasting through your headphones. you look at him with a sigh before muttering. “i love mötley crüe.”

eddie lets out a choked laugh, jumping off the table and squishing your cheeks with his hands. “you’re a cute little metal freak!”

“shut up, munson! you better get your hands off my face or so help me god.”

it came out as gibberish but the point came across. 

“you say ‘shut up’ too much, is that your favorite word?” eddie calls into question, leaning closer to you with a roguish grin. his gaze flickers down to your pouting lips before staring straight into your eyes. “i can teach you more ways to shut me up, y’know?”

“scout’s honor that it’s even more efficacious than the words itself.” he winks at you before grabbing his lunchbox, leaving you bewildered and baffled beyond belief. mötley crüe did not do anything to blur the forming thoughts in your head.

that was strike one for eddie munson.

ii. the second time eddie knew he was a goner was when… you knocked someone out cold with a box of frozen waffles.

you shouldn’t have been out at an ungodly hour, quite frankly, but you really, really, wanted some eggos. so clad in sweats and an oversized shirt, you walk out of bradley’s big buy with three boxes of mini waffles in hand.

and as if the universe wasn’t satisfied with only one interaction, you hear eddie munson’s voice. “hey, come on, man. you’ve been my client for over a year now and you’re only doubting me now?”

“we talked about fifteen grams, munson, so i’m expecting fifteen grams.” 

eddie sighs, rubbing his tired face with his hand. they’ve been going back and forth and he was starting to get annoyed. he wasn’t even supposed to be dealing right now, but when money calls, you answer it. 

“look, man. it’s fifteen. if you don’t believe me, give me the money, go find a weighing scale, and weigh your shit. it’s fifteen grams.” he says, grabbing his lunchbox, but just as he wrapped his fingers on the handle, he gets shoved to the ground, his things crashing with him, skin scratched from catching himself on the rough pavement.

motherfucker.

“hey!” you didn’t want to. you really didn’t want to, but before you can think twice, you get in between eddie and the ridiculously tall buff guy.

you should really start thinking twice.

said guy, although high as a kite, looks at the box of eggos on the floor and back at you. you had thrown a box of waffles at his head.

“take your fifteen grams and leave,” you order calmly, ignoring the whispers of objections of eddie, who immediately stands up at lightspeed, startled by your sudden presence.

“i don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but this is between me and your little druggy friend, a’ight?” he sneers, pushing you aside to grab eddie by his shirt. “besides, the fuck do you know about packing shit right?”

“i know how to pack a punch, for starters.”

you didn’t give him or eddie to process your words before, CRACK! your fist comes in contact with his nose — a sickening crunch and a cry had them both freezing, well, except for the junkie clutching his nose.

“you bitch!” 

with the throbbing pain of your knuckles, you could only whack him across his face with the box of waffles in your hand as he leaped to get you. 

eddie, still frozen in his spot, can only watch in both horror and amazement as the guy gets knocked out cold, face kissing the sidewalk. 

“holy shit…”

“how much did he owe you?” you huff, clutching your victimized hand as you stand over the guy. 

“twenty.” he blinks.

you shrug, digging a hand in the jean pocket of the junkie and placing the crumpled bills in eddie’s hand. “twenty-five for being a shithead.”

eddie took you out for some ice cream treat after that.

“remind me to never get on your nerves, you scare me,” he said, but there was no real fear behind his words, just a twinge of wonder in his voice and a sparkle in his eyes.

you didn’t say anything. you didn’t need to, so you just grinned at him before taking a scoop out of his ice cream.

and at that moment, under the moonlight with frozen waffles aiding your knuckles and discarded ice cream cups on top of his van, eddie just knew that you would stick around. 

and the rest was history.

that was strike two for eddie munson.

iii. the third time eddie knew he was a goner was when… traces of you were slowly starting to bleed into his life, and he didn’t mind.

“is this… MADONNA?”

eddie snaps his head towards the curly-headed boy in his passenger seat, eyes widening at the sight of the manifold of mixtapes that sits on dustin’s lap.

he splutters incoherent excuses as he chucks them back into his glovebox, a hand still on the wheel as he tries to keep the van steady. 

dustin watches in amusement as eddie fumbles with the mixtape that fell from his grasp. he snatches it out of his mentor’s hand and snickers, “wow, abba, too? didn’t know you were such a pioneer of music, eddie.”

eddie thwacks him with the d&d gazette before turning his eyes back on the road. “those aren’t mine.”

it was his. you left it for him.

dustin squints his eyes at his friend as if staring at him like that will force him to tell the truth, and it almost did, but thankfully, he chooses to go through the mixtape-filled glovebox again instead.

you brought half of your mixtapes with you when eddie had asked you to accompany him on a spontaneous road trip out of town one day. he always looks back to that moment.

you were passionately talking about the songs that graced your diverse music taste, hands animatedly moving around as words spew out of your mouth every millisecond. he understood every single thing you said, though.

just because you love mötley crüe doesn’t mean you don’t love starship. you love kiss but you also love the beatles. you love metallica but you also love bee gees, and maybe he was starting to like it, too. 

if you ask eddie, he’ll choose cyndi lauper’s time after time as his slow dance song. absolutely irrelevant yet very relevant.

“why the hell are you smiling like a crazy man?” dustin pokes his cheeks, effectively snapping him out of his daydream.

eddie slaps his hands away from his face.

aside from mixtapes in his glovebox, eddie also has a special drawer with the clothes you often leave at his house, and with the best detergent he has – a discounted brand from a dollar store – he voluntarily washes it for you to wear next time.

 “did… did you wash my clothes?” he remembers you asking the first time.

he turns away from his notebook to look at you. “uh, yeah. you left some of your stuff here and i decided to include it with mine last wash day.”

“oh,” you beam, pulling the material to your nose and breathing it in. “thanks, babe.”

eddie ignores the warmth of his cheeks and goes back to doodling in his notebook. “‘course, would you like me to wear a maid outfit while i’m at it next time?”

you laugh. “i’d like that very much.”

you bring the soft fabric back to your nose, it smells just like him.

you start leaving more clothes in his room after that.

that was strike three for eddie munson.

iv. the fourth time eddie knew he was a goner was when… he wanted to be the best version of himself whenever you’re around.

“okay, so i have a bag of those honeycomb cereal you like, some pringles, juice boxes, pints of ice cream…”

as you continue to list off the snacks you brought for the d&d campaign with the boys, eddie leans forward to buckle your seatbelt, letting you catch a whiff of his cologne. he tugs it twice to make sure it’s fastened properly. “safety first.”

you pause. “you literally never wear your seatbelt.”

“that’s because i sold my soul to the devil for immortality,” eddie pats your thigh before backing out of your driveway. “and because it will cause a decline in my precious reputation!”

“what, common road safety?” you snort. “do tell, kind sir, what would the great eddie munson be known for?”

“you don’t know?” he scoffs in mock disbelief. “i’m an evil self-proclaimed attention whore – i’m known for a lot of things, sweetheart.”

“speaking of being an attention whore,” you gravitate towards him to sniff him again. “are you wearing a new perfume, munson?”

“sit back down, dumbass! and it’s cologne, not perfume.”

“same shit. are you trying to impress someone?” you tease, settling down back in your seat before letting out an overdramatic gasp. “is it dustin? is it because he’s been hanging out with steve the past week?”

“what? no!” he wavers for a moment before sniffing himself. “why? does it smell bad?”

you laugh. “no, no. i actually like it better than your old one.”

“good, i bought it especially for you.” he winks, turning the volume of the music up before you can even reply.

“i can’t believe erica rolled a d20!” eddie exclaims, packing up the boards.

“and twice,” you agree. 

as usual, you and eddie stayed back after the campaign, ushering the kids — and gareth and the group — out of the room as soon as you heard the distant rumble of the sky. you knew they’d be biking home, so you asked them to leave early, much to your best friend’s displeasure.

you pick up the empty chip bags and discarded juice boxes, prolonging the chat you’re having with eddie.

mid-conversation, you lean against his throne, garbage bag in your hands. he was talking animatedly and you’re not quite sure what he’s even talking about anymore.

the lights of the room give him a glow that makes your heart beam. the perfect combination of green, orange, and blue; it makes him look like a fallen angel. a devil in disguise. the right fusion of both.

his eyes are soft, it’s kind. his smile is, too. everything about him is. he doesn’t show anyone, but you always get the opportunity to see a part of him that makes you fall in love with him even more.

“…and then just as i was about to dream of rubbing their loss in their puny little faces — she slaps me with a crit hit! that’s twice!”

“yeah,” you whisper, a gentle smile on your lips. you push yourself off the chair and start helping him around the room. “maybe it’s a sign that you’re getting a bit rusty, buzz.”

“drop it with the nickname! it’s been years and i was only forced to have it shaved after stupid anthony chopped my hair nasty in history.”

you double down in laughter. “and wayne has been so gracious enough to show me the pictures.”

eddie glares at you before running towards you. you only advance two steps away from him before he catches you from behind and pulls you against him.

“salvage yourself, you insolent little minx.”

“no! i shan’t yield!”

giggles escape both of your lips, sounds slowly getting muffled by the drops of rain starting to patter one by one, making you and eddie stop in your tracks.

you exchange wide-eyed glances before hurrying with the packing.

you run out of the building, shoes splashing over the formed puddles, you didn’t even notice eddie shrug his jacket off to shield both of you from the rain. 

a few meters from his van, you pull away from him and let the water hit you, dampening your clothes all within a second. 

“what the hell are you doing?” eddie shouts over the loud pour.

“come on!” you pull him towards you, cold hands grasping his warm ones, you dance in the rain.

eddie watches you in disbelief, though there’s a smile on his face. “fuck it,” he mutters. “wait here.”

he runs to his van, almost slipping on the wet ground. “i’m okay!”

“idiot.” you snort.

eddie opens the door to the passenger seat and opens the glovebox. he grabs a random mixtape and fumbles to put it in the player, only then realizing that he didn’t even start the van. 

a minute or two later of waiting, you hear a bees gees song blast from eddie’s van. 

“come on, baby,” he whoops, grabbing your hands as he starts shimmying. “let’s dance!”

you let out a blissful laugh as he twirls you around. you jump around in the puddles, soaked clothes slightly weighing you down from being drenched. you attempt to twirl eddie around, too, which was a struggle due to his height.

he sings along to the song and you gasp in surprise. “you know this song?”

“do i- do i know this song?” he repeats in incredulity. “of course, i do! i’m in-”

adrenaline getting to his head, eddie realizes what he was about to say so he rectifies it. “you only sing it every second of the day. that damn song is engraved in my head!”

he pulls you back against him with a grin, a hand intertwined with yours and another supporting your back. he dips you, and you yelp in surprise.

the both of you are panting from all the dancing, but the smiles never left your face. you stare at his face, he stares at yours. you tuck a wet strand of his hair behind his ear, letting your hand rest on his jaw. he has a light stubble.

his eyes flicker to your lips, you do the same.

should i kiss him? should i not kiss him?

the loud boom of the thunder makes the decision for the two of you. the sound startles both of you, resulting in jumping away from each other faster than the next flash of lightning.

“we should head home if we still want to have this movie marathon,”

“yeah.”

eddie goes over his thoughts for a moment as you adjust the heater of the van. he recollects the resolution he made earlier, pondering over the idea of being the best version of himself though he already feels like he became it the first time he met you. how can one become the best-est best version of themselves?

that was strike four for eddie munson. 

but for you… you lost count of how many it’s been because every day with eddie adds a tally to your strikes.

v. the time eddie tells you how he’s a goner for you.

“harrington? fucking harrington?”

“it’s a friendly date, buzz,” you point out, hand steady as you do your eyeliner in his bedroom mirror.

“with harrington?” he stresses, his own hands tugging at his brown locks.

“yes, eddie.” you sigh, it’s been a repetitive back and forth. “it’s not a date date. it’s friendly, as i said. robin will be there.”

he sits up against the wall, lips moving before his brain can process his words. “well, if buckley’s gonna be there then what else does he want with you?”

you pause, dropping your hand to look at him. “okay, ouch.”

“no, i-” he groans dramatically into his hands. “i didn’t mean it like that. i just- i don’t understand why you have to spend a perfectly great night with harrington-”

“and robin.”

“-and robin, when you can just spend it with me.” eddie pouts. he sounds pathetic, he knows, but he’s jealous. what if you decide to leave him for steve? – and although he understands; it’s steve harrington, for god’s sake. he would, too, if he can – life would have no other purpose for him if you do.

“aww,” you mimic his pout, walking over to him to pat his cheeks. “don’t worry, hotshot, you’re still my favorite boy.”

“whatever,” he swats your hands away, though the grin tugging at the corner of his lips persists. he takes his time admiring you properly. you looked gorgeous, as always.

“c’mon, you big baby,” you protested. “robin will be there! plus, you can always come wi-”

“well, why didn’t you say so?” he exclaims, leaping towards the door clad in his hellfire shirt and boxers. “let’s go! we better get goi-”

you throw his jeans at him. “for your modesty.”

eddie was glad he came along. he looks at you with clear fondness, watching as your eyes light up like a child on christmas day. you jump in excitement, dragging him into the fair. 

“hey, you made it!” steve jogs towards you, but then his eyes flicker to your company. “…and munson.”

“harrington,” eddie grins, a hint of mischief in the glint of his smile as he bows to him.

you roll your eyes at them. “where’s robin?”

“right here, lovebug,” she smiles, offering you a pink cotton candy as she takes a bite off the blue one. steve’s mouth slowly falls slack in bewilderment.

“aww, my favorite,” you pout your lips as you clink your sweets like glasses of wine. 

“that’s mine!”

“buy your own cotton candy, dingus,”

“you paid for those with my money.”

eddie pays them no mind as they continue to bicker. he snatches a piece of cotton candy as he wiggles his eyebrows at you. “i see a kissing booth we can go to… the marriage booth, too, maybe?”

“stop,” you smack his arm. “let’s start with the basketball — eddie, they’ve got those big teddy bears!”

“well, the night is young, sweetheart,”

the night is young, indeed. you go around the fair with the group, steve has the giant teddy bear propped on his shoulders as if it was his child — “he is!” he argued. “his name is harry harrington.”

“harry harrington?” you had asked in incredulity. “that’s a shit name, steve!”

he gasped in mock offense, bringing the bear down to cover its ears. “don’t listen to her, harry, she’s just jealous you aren’t hers.”

eddie’s jealous he isn’t yours, too, but he wasn’t going to say that. 

you felt as if you’ve managed to go through every single booth but according to the map robin had somehow snatched, there were more than half of it you have yet to explore.

“c’mon, there’s a ball toss over there,” eddie says, grabbing your arm to drag you away from steve. “gonna win you that giant fucking elephant.”

although as soon as you stop by before it, eddie does a double-take. “six dollars?”

“six dollars.” the merchant confirms.

he looks at you and whispers in disbelief. “six dollars?”

you shrug at him, letting out a chuckle at his expression. “capitalism, baby,”

eddie sighs. he’s glad he brought his wallet with him. he’s willing to spend all of his income if it meant getting you that elephant — and he will.

“we don’t have to, you know,” you reassure him, eyeing him as he reaches out for the dollars. “there’s still a lot of booths we can go to.”

“nah, i’m getting you that elephant.” he slams the money on the counter. the merchant smirks. three balls.

eddie grabs one and exhales. “wish me luck.”

he throws the ball, and again, and then again. and then he slams more money onto the counter, and then again, and again. 

his aim’s good, but not enough to knock all the cans down. steve and robin managed to do a round before returning to the both of you with corndogs in hand.

with his promise of a last round, he sighs at the sight of what’s left of the standing cans. he gives you the last ball.

“are you sure?” you hesitate.

“do the honors, my lady,” eddie smiles, eyes so soft that subtle crinkles show at the corners. 

and with a swift throw, you somehow manage to knock down all of the cans. you and eddie whoop in excitement, jumping up and down as the merchant sighs exasperatedly, grabbing your oversized prize.

“oh my god,” you whisper, hugging the elephant to your chest. “it’s so fluffy!”

eddie looks at you with a dopey lovesick smile. maybe it was the sparkling fairy lights overhead, or the distant music playing, or maybe it was because you’re practically bouncing off the balls of your feet, a giddy smile adorning your lips… or maybe it was because eddie cannot take it any longer so he says, “i’m in love with you.”

you falter for a bit, uncertain if you heard him correctly. “what?”

and steve, who had initially asked you on a date — although as friendly as he claims — leans against the wooden pillar, face contorting in realization, lips forming into an unmistakable o as he grasps what is happening.

robin grins, a quiet finally! unleashing from her lips. to give you two some privacy, well, as private as a conversation in a public place can be, she drags steve to a very friendly competition of high strikers. steve lets her, sending eddie an encouraging thumbs up. 

“i-i’m in love with you,” eddie repeats, voice wavering at your blank expression. he couldn’t read you and it’s making him anxious. “i’m so terribly and undeniably in love with you – i knew i did the moment you said you love mötley crüe.”

you let yourself feel all the emotions bursting in all at once. he likes you. eddie munson likes you, so you ask stupidly, “are you sure?”

eddie scoffs a laugh. “am i- am i sure? are you asking me if i’m sure about my own feelings?”

you shrug.

he looks at you before breaking into a run without another word.

“eddie, where are you going?” you call out frantically. 

eddie eyes the haystacks in the center of the park and clumsily mounts on them and nearly falls. he catches himself before he can tumble down. his eyes flicker to yours as he cups his hands over his mouth. “fair people of hawkins, i have an announcement to make!”

“what is he doing?” steve asks as he and robin appear from beside you. 

“i have no idea.”

some people stop by to watch, some go on with whatever it is they were doing, and you just stand where you’re planted, unsure of what he’s about to do and what you’re supposed to do.

“i, eddie munson, a self-proclaimed attention whore, have something very important to say.” he starts – “well, get on with it now!” a guy exclaims. eddie ignores him – “i am in love with y/n l/n. i’ve been in love with her since i found out she loves metal, i’ve fallen for her since she knocked a guy out cold with frozen waffles–”

“frozen waffles?” robin questions.

“– i fell for her even harder when she introduced me to madonna –  that’s right, i love madonna! but most importantly, i knew i was a goner when i wanted to become the best version of myself for her. i wanted to become the person she deserves because i am in love with you, y/n, always have.”

you soften and the world disappears around you; it was just you and him. there is an ache in your chest, but not because of heartbreak, it’s because it feels as if it will burst out of your chest out of love. 

“we can’t help who we fall for,” eddie breathes out, walking down the stack. “but honestly, i’m glad it’s you because there’s no one else in this world whom i would love to love if it’s not you.”

you shove the elephant in steve’s hold and walk straight to eddie. 

he sends you a small smile, arms extended. when you’re a step closer, he whispers. “i’m sorry, i just had to-”

“shut up,” you command, pulling him in for a heated kiss, fingers getting lost and tangled in his hair, his arms snake around your waist to pull you impossibly closer, no gap left unfilled.

your lips dance a fast-paced song, it’s all but intense and passionate – a hint of eagerness and the satisfaction of longing. you forget that it wasn’t just the two of you, that there was a crowd watching you both kiss. you can hear the faint coos of the moms by the corner.

“get a room!” a guy barks out. simultaneously, you and eddie flipped him off but the kiss decelerates into soft and sensual, a contrast to the shared feverish one, now easing up to the feeling of content and delicate love.

you pull away a second later, forehead touching his as you don’t dare to open your eyes yet. “i’m in love with you, too, if it’s not obvious yet.”

“well, i should hope so,” eddie laughs. he gives you a quick peck on the lips before fixing you with a teasing grin. “how about that marriage booth now, sweetheart?”

“take me out on a date first, loverboy.” you interlace your hand with his as you walk away from the spotlight.

“how about a kiss on top of the ferris wheel?” he proposes instead.

“sap,” you scrunch your nose up with a smile. “but i’m not opposed to the idea.”

that was strike ??? for you and eddie.

“just to let you all know, i am not going to sit next to steve on the ferris wheel.”

“what do you mean? i’m an amazing ferris wheel companion.”

“would you like to get shoved off the seat once we’re on top?”

“... how about the bumper cars?”

“deal.”

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"It's one plane ride away, I'll be there in 3 months"

"That's 3 months too long" he grumbles, still pouting as he zips the last of his luggage. Mark hated being away for you, too many days and nights your time zone's don't line up. By the time it's morning for you, he'll be saying goodnight.

But now, things are about to change. This will be the last time you're saying goodbye to him for a long time but he doesn't know that. For now it's your little secret.

"It'll fly by fast, just like every other time. Now come here and give me cuddles, stop pouting like a kid" you tease him, opening your arms to welcome him.

Feeling his arms go around you, you further confirmed a fact you've known for years. The two of you can be continents away from each other, but your heart will always stay with one another. Mark really has become your home and in his arms are where you feel the safest and most loved.

"If you're sad then it's gonna make me sad, I don't want the last night to be all tears" you tell him, feeling his embrace tighten against you. He kisses the top of your head a few times before letting you go.

"You're right, sorry. No more sulking, it's just 3 months then you'll come to me" he smiles at you, the cute little dimple you love so much appearing on his cheek. You stand on your tiptoe to kiss it, savoring the warmth of him against your lips.

And you were right, the 3 months did fly by fast. Mainly because you were busy packing your apartment to move to another continent. You didn't keep much apart from your stuff and some of Mark's. It's kind of hard to travel with everything so you got rid of what you can.

The only person who knew you were coming was Johnny, who is currently waiting for you at the airport. Easily spotting the 6 foot Chicago guy from a distance.

"There she is! About time you got here, I don't think I can take another day of Mark whining about how much he misses you" he jokes, giving you a quick hug and taking your stuff to carry it himself.

"He doesn't know I'm coming, I'm suppose to fly out this weekend" you tell him while following behind

"Oh believe me I know, he won't let us forget"

You chuckle at his story, just thinking about surprising Mark makes you grin.

He dropped you off at Mark's apartment, you're familiar with the place since you've stayed here every time you fly over. What he doesn't know is you're here to stay with him for good.

It did took a lot of courage to make this decision but you didn't doubt it for a second. You know there's no other place you'd rather call home than where he is.

For a couple of hours you rested, cleaned the few dishes on the sink and picked up the towel he threw on the floor. A habit you knew he had, you've had that talk with him more than a few times and he always promises he won't do it again. You let him off the hook, for now.

You were in the bedroom when you hear someone by the door. Mark entered his place, tired from the whole day of work to notice the other pair of shoes by the door.

He threw his bag by the couch, along with his coat. He then walked to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, resting against the counter while he drinks and take a moment to look around.

This time he notices the dishes he was suppose to do this morning was gone. He brushed it off thinking he must've just forgotten he already did it. He then walked to the bedroom, the first thing he noticed was the towel that he definitely threw by the bed this morning. He remembers it because he's been thinking about it all day and how you'll be mad if you found out he threw it on the floor yet again.

He looks around, checking to see anything missing or different just in case someone broke in. But who would clean up if they're here to steal, he thoughts.

Mark then walks towards the bathroom to check, nothing there too so he walks back the bedroom. Just when he was about to go outside, you jumped out of your hiding spot to surprise him

"SURPRISE!"

"WHAT THE F- OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE" you didn't even get the chance to walk towards him because he's already running to you. Picking you up in an embrace.

"Is this for real or am I dreaming?" you hear him mumble

You giggle, patting him on the back so he could put you down. "This is real silly. I'm really here" you tell him.

He grabs you by the face and kisses you. As his lips lands on yours, he knew this was really real. You're actually here with him.

You can feel him smile against your lips, tilting your head to the side to kiss him deeper. Too many days wish he was with you, now he's here and you're not going to let go that easily.

He walks backwards until the back of his legs hit the bed. Landing on it gently with you still in his arms. You straddle his legs while the two of you get lost in each others kisses.

"Okay okay wait a sec" you giggle, pushing your lover away gently. Mark follows your lips though, kissing you a few more times before he lets you go but not too far.

"When did you get here?" he asks you

"Today, Johnny picked me up at the airport so I could surprise you" you tell him, your hands intertwine around his shoulders.

"I could've come and pick you up" he pouts.

Oh your sweet sweet boy.

You smile at him, rubbing your nose against his. Feeling like you're on cloud nine now that you're back together.

"Then it wouldn't be a surprise" you tell him, speaking of surprise you can't wait to see his reaction once you tell him your news.

"How long are you staying? I can take a few days off so we can go out" he tells you excitedly.

For you he would do just about anything. He can put his world on pause, stop everything for you.

"About that..."

"What? You can't stay that long?" he asks, already feeling sad but he tries not to let you see it.

"Actually, I'm not gonna go back" you tell him, not sure how to break the news to him either

"Huh?"

"Surprise number 2 I guess, I wanted to tell you for months now but I waited until everything is settled. So yeah. I'm here to stay, that is if you're looking for a roommate?" you ask

Mark didn't say anything for a couple of seconds, your words still processing in his mind.

"You mean you're staying here, with me ? Here? and you're not going to fly back? You're staying with me?"

You can't help but laugh lightly at him, pulling him closer once again to kiss him

"I'm gonna stay right here" you whisper, looking straight into his eyes.

"But what about your work? your friends? I can't ask you to leave your life there"

"Baby you're not asking me, I want to. I have friends here too, I can call my friends there and we can visit them. Plus you're my bestfriend. As for work, it just so happened they were looking for someone to relocate here to Korea. It was like fate wanted me to be here"

"Are you sure? I don't want you to give up everything, I don't mind the flights-"

"You do, I do. We both do. We just never said it outloud because we didn't want to be sad, but all I can think of when you're not around is how much I want to be with you. To be honest it's harder for me to be there than moving here where I know I could be with you"

He looks at you, trying to find the words to say

"Are you really really sure?" he asks again

"I wouldn't be here if it wasn't. So you're stuck with me, for good" you tease a smile out of him

"It's hard for me too. It's the hardest when I'm so tired and I come back here and all I can think of is how much I want to come home to you. Every flight away from you was never easy"

"I know"

"So I guess this is your anniversary present?" he jokingly asks, you get off of his lap to stand up.

"It'll be hard to top this one" you joke

"I can just ask you to marry me" he says ever so casually, not missing how your cheeks reddened. You hit him lightly making your boyfriend laugh

"Hey, that's not fair"

"You're the one who's stuck me, you know I'm never letting you go now?"

"Good, cause I'm not going anywhere. Here's to 7 more years"

He smile at you before standing up to hug you again,

As you stare at each other eyes you can't help but feel this warm sensation in your chest. You really are home.

"I read somewhere that our cells change every 7 years or so" you mumble, he hums waiting for you to continue

"It's been 7 years since we first met, and until now I still feel the same way about you. I want every cell in my body to know what it feels like to love you, I want it to never forget how warm and lovely it feels it be in love with you. 7 years from now, 14 years and until the last cycle of this life, I want all of me to love all of you"

He stares at you, soaking each word coming out of your lips like a spell enchanting him. Making him fall even deeper in love with you.

"You know they say love isn't easy, but loving you is easy. It's like it's the only thing my heart and soul was made for. Every thought in my head, awake or even in my dreams, is always you" he tells you.

You can feel the tears starting to build up from too much happiness you're feeling right now.

"Wanna hear something crazy?" you mumble

"Do tell" he chuckles

"If you ask me to marry you right now, I'd say yes"

He smiles at you before closing the distance once again, like he just sealed a promise. Speaking a silent vow to make that come true, maybe tonight or tomorrow or 7 days/months from now. All he knows is he will live this life with you.

#story #tags #fic #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct mark #nct imagine #nct fluff #nct boyfriend #nct scenario #nct oneshot #nct fic #nct au #nct recommended #mark lee #mark lee imagine #mark lee scenario #mark lee oneshot #mark lee fluff #mark lee boyfriend #mark lee au

[blue-jisungs]

daydreamin’

song inspo. daydreamin’ by ariana grande

a/n. i actually ro wanted to write this ever since i saw soobin lipsyncing this song on that one radio show <\\3 also experienced with the lil layout gif thingy ++ blond soob !!!!!!!!

oh and it’s my first post for the july jam session event so enjoy!! check it out to see what’s going on teehee

summary. soobin walked in and simply caught your attention… you would have never guessed how it would end

warnings. cursing + reader is kind of awkward but it’s cute tho <\3

you were sitting in your class, the professor being more boring than usual. it was nearly 20 minutes past 8am when the door slammed open and someone walked in, grey hoodie thrown over his blond hair. he walked hesitantly, long legs making small steps.

your eyes lingered on him, you couldn’t help but admit that he caught your attention.

“sorry for being late, the traffic…” the stranger spoke out, awkward smile plastering on his plush lips. your heart skipped a beat upon that sight.

“alright, soobin. just sit somewhere” the professor let out a disappointed sigh. soobin. what a cute name.

before you realised, he caught you staring. eyes growing wide, he smiled cutely which resulted in his dimples showing. could this guy be any cuter?!

he sat next to you, a bit awkward and stealing glances at you every once in a while.

after the class finished, soobin grabbed his bag and left the room hurriedly. he didn’t notice his pencil case falling out.

you picked it up and left a scoff, amused by the bunny shaped case. what a guy. you’ll give it back to him on the nearest occasion.

you haven’t seen soobin for the next day too. which didn’t mean you haven’t thought about him. it was crazy how a guy that you sat next to during one lesson had you so whipped.

resting your chin on your palm you were deep in thought, daydreaming about him. it was weird, you knew but he was so cute! you couldn’t help it. his awkwardness made him even more adorable, constantly on your mind. you recalled the way he walked, a little stiff but sweet in a way.

playing with the bunny pencil case with your free hand you huffed. suddenly you heard someone’s shushed whispers.

“–insane?! i tell you, you are. go see a doctor!”

you turned around slightly and noticed… soobin. he was talking with a friend of his. soobin’s ebony eyes were sparking with mischief, a silly smile blooming on his face.

“i’m literally not! and don’t look at me like that!” he huffed, soft lips forming into a pout. he crossed his arms and looked away from his friend, eyes meeting yours.

you quickly turned around and hid the pencil case. you still need to give it back to him.

a smile crept on your face. the way he talked was so cute, too.

you walked to the library, passing soobin in the hallway. he was too good looking for his own good… and you still had to return the bunny case he lost.

finally finding a place to occupy you sighed, taking out your stuff. putting your headphones in and shuffling a random song you failed to hear approaching footsteps.

a sigh left your mouth when you finally sat down, with your chin in the plan of your hand. you noticed the small bunny doodles you made on a exercise sheet and just shook your head.

suddenly you felt an arm on your shoulder.

letting out a surprising yelp, you turned around only to meet soobin’s heart warming grin.

“hi”

you took out your headphones, the random ariana grande’s song that played going quiet.

“hi” you smiled back, unable to look away from his dimples.

“i uh… i noticed you have my pencil case”

your smile dropped, eyes widening in realisation. fuck. shit. you look like a weirdo now.

you started rummaging through your bag in order to find it, your own belongings almost flying in the air everywhere.

“i… uh… sorry! i promise it’s not what it looks like! you dropped it and– and i wanted to give it to you, i swear but you just… i just… didnt–” you rambled nervously. soobin laughed.

your heart skipped a beat upon hearing that angelic sound and that’s when you saw the bunny pencil case at the bottom of your bag.

“i was too shy” you added quietly, wanting to hand him back his property. mentally you already said goodbye to any chances with him and only daydreaming about what ifs but soobin was already sitting down next to you.

“i understand, truly. i was a little bit pissed because my friends wouldn’t lend me any pens so for the past few days i wasn’t taking notes…” he hummed hesitantly, his large hand brushing ever so slightly against yours when he grabbed the bunny case from your hands “… so would you mind lending me your notes? we can grab, uh, coffee too… if you’d like”

“no! i mean yes! i mean, uh… fuck” you let out a sigh, blood hitting your cheeks from embarrassment. soobin just smiled wildly, amused “i meant it as in no, i wouldn’t mind and yes, i’d love to. grab coffee, with you”

“it’s a date then. shall we go?” he asked, tilting his head.

“o-oh. now? sure” you nodded and before you walked away, stunned, soobin reminded you about your belongings laying on the floor. he helped you pick them up too, stealing glances at your cutely flushed face.

“–y/n? she’s gone. like gone gone” beomgyu sighed, snapping his fingers in front of your face. you blinked slowly, looking confused at soobin. he just smiled tenderly “oh, not anymore. welcome back i guess”

“what were you…?” soobin hummed. he knew it well: the way you rested your chin on the plan of your hand, faint smile on your lips. he knew but still…

“daydreamin’” you giggled “about you… you… and only you”

“you’re so gross. get a room!” beomgyu pushed you slightly – but not with too much force – causing you to plop onto your boyfriend’s lap. soobin chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, placing a tender kiss on the crown of your head.

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[wen-kexing-apologist]

10 BL Boys I Want Carnally

I was tagged by @twig-tea, but I do what I want so I'm ignoring the Boys thing (and on at least one occasion the BL thing). Anyway, without further ado, and in no particular order.

Win!Lin- Cupid's Last Wish

LOOPHOLE FIRST!

gif by @angelbesideme

Thanks to Cupid's Last Wish, Jan is a boy here! So I am choosing Win from Cupid's Last Wish before he body swaps back. HOWEVER, if I'm honest, it was less Win and more masc!Jan that made my brain short circuit so do with that what you will.

Toon- Seneha Stories

I am breaking from the prompt immediately, but this is my post and I can do what I want, so I am choosing Toon from Seneha Stories, which @so-much-yet-to-learn brought my attention to. Seneha Stories is definitively not a BL, but Toon is hot, kind, sad, and he fucks so I'd be living my best life.

Miw, Neo, Shin, and Mae - 3 Will Be Free

THIS IS NOT ME SUGGESTING A FOURSOME, THIS IS JUST ME TRYING TO PREVENT FOUR OF THE TEN SPACES FROM BEING 3 WILL BE FREE.

I like it when my fictional women not only are capable of murder, but have, in fact, murdered. Miw and Mae are hot, competent, killers, fucking over evil billionaires so what is not to love?

I am not immune to Neo and his slutty little crop tops. He has three brain cells and they are all that is keeping him from not dying. Iconic to be honest.

I am not immune to Shin and his glasses, and his kindness. I mean, the boy got cut with a knife and not only comforted the kid that wounded him when he started freaking out but dated him.

Mollie - The Warp Effect

gif by @patpran

MY FIRST NON-BINARY REP IN THAILAND, MY BELOVED. Mollie is so fucking hot, they are talented, they have sick tattoos, they are fighting for themselves, and are changing the landscape of media, what is not to love?

You could also almost certianly put in any of Silvy's characters and I would probably want them carnally, cause...it's Silvy.

(honestly, I'd go for Nim too, but again, not for her character's personality, it's the masc!Jan effect)

Kim- KinnPorsche

gif by @namchyoon

For this scene and this scene only. Honestly, I think if nothing else this shows you that my type is people who could actually maybe kill me in a fight.

Or at the very least, people I could get in to a homoerotic fight with.

Anyway, Jeff gives me gender envy and the first time I saw this gifset, I thought he was a butch lesbian.

Speaking of homoerotic fights

Phaya and Sand - The Sign

MENACE! A MENACE I TELL YOU! I truly well and deeply have an appreciation for when someone who (I assume) typically would top absolutely just vibrates out of their skin at the first sign they might be topped.

And I'm adding Sand here as well because I think my jaw dropped like ten feet when I saw her on screen.

Sand, baby girl, let me know if Yai doesn't treat you right, cause I will.

King- Bed Friend

gif by @earthfluuke

Shout out to this man, I've seen him on at least three of these lists. But who could blame us? Look at him.

Choy Yu Na- Semantic Error

She did that bisexual sit and my heart was hers.

And for my last two picks, I certainly am asking myself the question, do I want them carnally or do I just want them?

Mork -My Ride

Helloooooooo Mr. Dimples. I mean....I feel like I don't need to explain myself here. We all get it, right? We understand, right? And besides, he gives rides for a living or something...

Minoru- Our Dining Table

HE'S JUST SO NICE, SO KIND, SO TIRED. @isaksbestpillow is so right, he is a mother. I love him.

Tagging @so-much-yet-to-learn, @solitaryandwandering, @respectthepetty and anyone else who sees this and wants to join!

#10 bl boys I want carnally #cupid's last wish #seneha stories #3 will be free #the warp effect #the sign the series #our dining table #semantic error #my ride the series #bed friend the series #kinnporsche #tag game

[pumpkzsafeplace]

a│s : agere & confidence

confidence can be hard to find,

especially on those particular icky days :<

but pumpkin is here to hopefully help you find ways to help with that inner confidence, and make the whole process seem a little less scary <3

inner demons & your inner dialogue.

one of the biggest things affecting your confidence is your inner dialogue.

you see, a nasty creature called your inner demons surronded your inner dialogue and captured all of the compliments they'd usually tell you during the day, leaving your inner demons to fill in the empty dialogue instead.

don't fret, there are ways to help defeat these icky things!

take a step back to correct yourself.

first would be to correct yourself when you find yourself making sad / icky comments about ourselves.

i know it can be tough, but you shouldn't be punishing yourself with icky words because society claimed you don't fit in to their standards. their standards change every other week, a new tiktok aesthetic or fashion style every other day- it would be impossible!

the best thing to do is stay true to yourself & your likes! <3

finding little things to priase.

second would be to praise yourself whenever you can!

if you're feeling a little insecure, why don't you try and find something on your body / or features that you truly love.

battle those icky demons with promoting your own self love on yourself by counterparting their icky words! <3

taking small steps.

third would be taking the small steps to feel more confident, such as maybe not taking as many filtered pictures on snapchat?

give yourself time to fall in love with your actual human face with human features like spots, birthmarks, dimples and smile creases.

you can also start taking that jump into dressing how you always wanted to! life is too short to be waiting, so dress in that dress or wear that aesthetic you've been adding to on pintrest for years! <3

everyone is probably feeling the same way.

sometimes its eas to let those icky thoughts win,

and let them issolate you into thinking that only you are feeling like this, but you'd be suprise lovely.

everyone goes though insecure spells, everyone feels scared sometiems & that's okay! <3

we're all human <3

gif isn't mine

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[sanajeh1909]

The Spy and The Spouse

Pairing : Chamber x F!Reader

Word Count : 1272

Warnings : Flirting, Romantic Tension, Spying/Action (only mentions of it, there is nothing much except the detailed description of whats happening), Jealousy, Unrequited Love (at the end on Chamber's part), Emotional Themes.

POV : 3rd Person

Part 1 Part 2 Part3

A/N : Sorry for my poor English, its not my native language. Chamber can be a bit OOC. Gif doesnt belong to me. Please do tell if there is any mistakes or off talks/writings on the scenario. I had hard time writing this since i burnt my wrist accidentally now its hard to type without putting my wrist on the side of the keyboard. I felt like this needed a part 3. Yellow is for Chamber, Pink is for Reader. I hope you enjoy it.

He laid down and stared at the ceiling. He couldnt sleep. Too much going throuogh his mind.

Y/N. The mission. The act. The feelings. The lie. The love. The pain.

He turns onto his side, facing the wall, and buries his head on the pillow to try to go to a dreamless sleep.

He stayed awake, turning on his side. He tried to close his eyes, but all he could see was her face in that dress. A dress that was worn solely for him, or so he thought. A beautiful face in a beautiful dress, but all it was meant for was their mission.

Her wedding ring was a magnet for his eyes. His mind was glued to that ring. A ring he knew she didnt want to be wearing... but a ring she had to wear because of him. Her fake husband. Her fake lover.

He tried to get his mind off of the ring, but in a weird way, that ring gave him comfort. It made him feel as if this lie, this act wasnt all so bad.

It could have been something more, a real bond, but it wasnt his place to say that. It wasnt his place to say those words to her.

He felt his heart pound faster with every passing second, as if he was holding his breath. His thoughts went back to the mission, and to the night before. He could remember everything.

In the morning. Chamber tossed and turned on the bed, and the first thing he did was check his watch. 7:01. He needed to get a move on.

He sat up on the bed, trying to focus on something. Anything but the ring, the mission, his feelings.

He could see her face in that dress.

He grabbed his suit and put it on the bed and went to take a quick shower. The images of how her eyes seemed to light up as she saw his handsome face haunted. The words she exchanged, the compliments back and forth.

His thoughts were a mess as he stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his body. He felt... butterflies. He felt... something. He wasnt quite sure what it was, but if his heart kept telling him it was love, then it was love.

He took off the towel and put on his clothes, walking towards her room. He walked towards the door with confidence.

She opens the door to start her day. She was ready, shower taken, clean clothes. Then she sees him in front of her. From the height difference, what she faced first was his chest after opening the door.

She raises her head up to look at him, she smirks and speaks. Up already, Vincent?

He smirked as he glanced down to see her. He felt like a model, if anything, because of how she looked at him. Her attention was enough to make him blush, even though he had his cold face all set.

He put a hand on his hip casually, as if he normally dressed to impress.

Im always up with the sun. He spoke, letting go of his cold facade for a second. Did you sleep well? He raised an eyebrow. As he took a step inside, he couldnt help but glance at the wedding ring laying on her nightstand.

I did, thanks to my "husband", im carried to my bed. She leans on the doorframe as she watches him step inside the room.

"Husband." He thought to himself. The word wasnt supposed to sting as much as it did.

He glanced at her, her expression, her beautiful face. Those eyes of hers, the small dimples, the lush and dark lashes, the hair.

She made him weak, and only she made him feel that way. He couldnt help but wonder if she could feel the same way, because thats how it felt.

His gaze went back to the ring.

She raises an eyebrow, and speaks with professional manner. I hope you didnt catch feelings after the mission. It would be a shame to one of us to end up with a broken heart.

He was caught off guard by her words, but he covered his surprise perfectly. He had a smile to show that he didnt have "feelings" for her.

He could see she didnt want to talk about the mission either. He walked towards the nightstand, his arm reaching out to the wedding ring. He picked up the ring from the table and handed it to her at chest height.

No mission feelings. Just as we agreed. He spoke with calmness, like a cold professional.

She looks at the ring on his hand, then back at him as if questioning why is he handing her the ring back. You better stay behind your words.

His smile faded for a second. "You better stay behind your words." This was about the mission. The mission only. Nothing else. He slided the ring from his hand and slipped it into her palm.

He stepped back slightly. The mission was over, and the mask had to stay on. So its safe to assume that nothing happened yesterday?

Nothing except the mission done successfully.

Good.

He kept his cool demeanor, but his body wanted to be close to her. He wanted to have her head rest upon his shoulder. To kiss her right now. He had to remind himself of who she is. The mission. Their mission. Not love.

We will have more missions, so i guess i will see you soon. He made his way to the door, only stopping to look back at her. This was a lie, wasnt it? He didnt want to stop seeing her.

Yes, good luck on work, Mr. Fabron. She crossed her arms on her chest.

He stared at her longer than he imagined, feeling how his heart ached to be near her. To kiss her. To hold her. To love her.

The heart is the weakest organ in the body.

He smiled softly and said : Thank you. His eyes went to the wedding ring in her palm before he exited the room and closed the door behind him.

She stares at the door for a short while, then turns her gaze inside the room.

He walked from her room back to his and shut the door. He opened his drawer and put on a different set of clothes, his personal, civilian clothes.

He looked at his reflection, only to face a man that looked far from what he had to portray to the world, and even to her.

He laid on his bed, putting his head against his pillow. His hands were on his head. He was thinking. He was reflecting. His feelings were growing. She was a thorn in his side. She was his thorn.

It was silent. He had to stay away from her room. He had to stay away from her. He had to stay away from his heart. He had to stay away from... love.

He got up and took his jacket of and hung it on the hanger, then started taking his shirt off. The shirt didnt feel right on him. He felt like the shirt was choking him. His heart was beating rapidly just thinking about her.

The mission was over, that much was true. The thoughts in his head were a storm. The way she made him feel was a storm. He couldnt help but feel as if every step was like a magnet was pulling him towards her. He couldnt let this happen, he couldnt allow himself to fall in love.

#valorant chamber #vincent fabron #chamber #chamber valorant #valorant fanfiction #valorant vincent fabron #valorant x reader #chamber x reader #valorant chamber x reader

[courtingchaos]

Rent the Space Inside My Mind

1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I PT 6

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: During a hazy afternoon y'all get a little lost in your heads. Eddie tells you a really funny joke.

A/N: Jesus christ this got away from me. I've had this open for two weeks (???) just chipping away and rewriting and deleting everything. I need it off my phone. I'm so sick of looking at it! I really hope you guys enjoy it! This one gets a little spicy? Nothing crazy, just some daydreaming and just All of The Pining Imaginable. I'm not sick of these two being oblivious yet, so strap in friends. (AlsoAlso, just tossing this out there this is 18+, and will just get worse as it goes on so like don't interact if your a lil baby please) Y'all wanna see the gif again?

Friday afternoons were very specifically You and Eddie hangout hours. Typically quiet, never boring, it now usually started with a blunt since someone (you) had broken someone else’s ( Eddie’s) bong. It had truly been an honest mistake and while Eddie held no grudges, he did miss watching you pull on the thick smoke, so many thoughts rushing at him in those few precious seconds. You’d cough, eyes watering and he’d wonder if you’d make the same sounds with him buried in your mouth.

Slow your roll, cowboy.

It’d been maybe an hour since you kicked his bedroom door in, a McDonald’s bag held in either hand.

“Oh my queen, is that what I think it is?”

“Literally six large fries dude.”

You toss one bag at him where he’s laying on his bed, and beeline for his dresser to drop your stuff. You glance up at his first love while you shuck your jacket off and he’s obviously watching you because he playfully says “Go on, give her a kiss. You know you want to.”

Looking over, you’re 100 percent right. Fries sticking out his mouth, he’s got that shit eating grin plastered on his face, his dimples deep and soft and you just want to grab him there with your thumb and middle finger pressed in and push him back into his pillow.

“I’m not kissing your guitar.” You say flatly.

You on the other hand…

He pouts at you while you start digging around the top drawer, looking for the party supplies.

“You know, I wouldn’t go all haphazard in my drawers like that if I were you.”

“What, afraid I’m gonna find something dirty again?” You throw that over your shoulder while you search for the pre roll you know should be in there.

“Ha ha ha”, Eddie mock laughs, getting up from the bed to open a different drawer in the dresser. “I moved it, made more sense over here.” He pulls out a small wooden box and closes the drawer quick. You quirk an eyebrow at him and dart your eyes between him and the drawer his hand is still on. He just smiles easy and shakes the wooden box at you.

“Oh look at you, a whole box now? What, loose weed in your socks not your thing anymore?” You tease him and pluck it out of his hands to dig through it.

“Aha!”, the blunt you had so lovingly rolled on Wednesday in his van, parked outside of your own trailer before you went in for the night. Made like a pinkie promise for Friday afternoon, he’d taken it with a bow of his head; a knight receiving the fair lady’s favor.

“I’ll guard it with my life.” He meant it too.

Eddie had watched you, completely enraptured, run the tip of your pink tongue along a seam of the blunt, the smallest glint of metal peaking out of your mouth. He had tried being as sly as he could be, but he was sure he’d been actively panting by the time you handed it to him. This little fucking thing clutched in his hand had seen more action from you than he ever would. For that, it stayed in his possession.

“You better, that’s the last of that bag.” You’d held the empty ziplock up when you got out of the van, shrugging at him. Eddie promised to pick up only the best from Rick before Friday, so you dug forty bucks out of your wallet for him.

He’d long ago stopped arguing with you about paying since you were the one with an actual job. The bookstore downtown took up three of your afternoons normally, which is why Friday Fundays were created. If Hellfire wasn’t meeting and he didn’t have band practice, he’d sometimes bum around bothering you and your few coworkers.

They had all taken a liking to Eddie, firstly because he was pretty well read, and could quote Tolkien at them fast as lighting. Most of the older women you worked with were just as easily charmed by his big dimpled smile and his abundance of ‘ma’am’s’.

Secondly, he was typically quiet but always respectful so because of this, every single one of them had asked you on multiple occasions if you two had started dating yet. Always prefaced with a big sigh, you’d tell them ‘Why no, of course not, he is actually just my friend.’ It would always end with them tittering and smiling, talking about how boys were never friends with girls like that when they were younger.

“Georgia, it’s 1983, times do change.” You’d reminded your coworker one evening while you both watched Eddie rifling through books on a bottom shelf. Georgia had leveled a look at you and said, “I think after 62 years, I’d see when a boy likes a girl.” You’d wanted to remind Georgia of her coke bottle glasses but kept that one to yourself.

Eddie didn’t like you, not like that. You were positive. The two of you had come together as friends, nothing more. It wasn’t his fault you’d turned 16 and suddenly became aware of his dimples when he smiled at you, or how big his hands were when he’d grab at you when the two of you roughhoused. You’d kept this attraction on complete lockdown for two years and you weren’t about to let Georgia from the bookstore pry it out of you.

Firstly, and Most Importantly, he was your pit buddy. Very early on in the friendship, still both 15 and fresh faced and trying desperately to get into local shows, you’d realized you were both pretty hardy individuals. After saving Eddie from a beating by a Senior boy and then the next week starting a fight over one of the first uses of ‘Freak’ towards him, it’d given both of you an idea of what you could handle.

And it was glorious.

You’d only ever had girlfriends before meeting Eddie and while you did genuinely like doing the girly things, no one ever wanted to do the tomboy things with you. Now though you suddenly had someone who wasn’t afraid of getting into it with you, especially in the middle of a crowd of moving bodies. The first show had been some local band playing just outside of Hawkins, they were metal-ish and loud and fast and it was everything Eddie had promised it’d be. The two of you had spent the hour after the show waiting for your mom and wrestling in the grass next to the venue, taking turns throwing each other on the ground. That night had been the most fun you’d had in a long time and by the time you both climbed into the back of your mom’s station wagon you were breathless and covered in grass and laughing.

Your mom dropped Eddie off with Wayne, apologizing for the dirt child she was leaving on his doorstep.

“I have no idea what happened in an hour.” She’d kind of laughed, and Wayne waved her off telling her Eddie had come home looking worse.

“Tell Ms. Helen thank you.” Wayne said, herding him inside while Eddie yelled out goodbyes and thank you’s. On the short ride to your trailer on the backend of the park, your mom had tried to grill you for information about Eddie. You were honest with her, that the grass and dirt was from play fighting and the few cuts on your knees were from going nuts during the concert. Obviously she was concerned, but she admitted to you before turning the car off,

“I’m just happy you’re making friends hun, that’s all I want.”

~

Holed up in Eddie’s room, the window cracked just barely to help circulate air and keep as much warm in, you take your normal position on the floor, leaned up against the bed. His head is hanging off the edge while he tries to blow smoke rings.

He waves the blunt in front your face and you wave him off while you dig through your book bag to find your D&D notes. Diamond Head is on low in the background and you hum along while you look for the scribbles you’d jotted down during lunch earlier.

“What tragic character have you created now?” His voice is deep from the smoke and the angle he has his head tilted at. You don’t even chance a glance sideways, just clench your jaw and flex your toes in your shoes.

“No one new, I was thinking of some like, extra story for my cleric.”

“Oh Christ, not the corn god again.”

“Yes the corn god, all praise Helio.” You say it with no emotion but hold your hands up in praise above you. Eddie rolls his eyes and copies you, muttering ‘Praise Helio’ under his breath.

The two of you fall into quiet conversation, passing the blunt back and forth until it’s hard to pinch, stubbed out in the ashtray next to your leg.

Honestly you thought Eddie had fallen asleep with how quiet he was so you’d shifted away from the bed to lay next to it on the floor. Engrossed in notes from one of Eddie’s DM binders (and a good steady high), you don’t notice him slowly moving to keep you in his line of sight. He had been close to sleep but you shifting had stirred up your perfume from your hair and pulled him from his daze. Something sweet and deep that hung around his room long after you’d left.

He had only recently really admitted to himself just how head over heels he was for you so this attention he was leveling at you was still surprising to him. In fact, he’d picked up a new little habit: small things of yours that just happened to find their way into his pocket. Stuff you’d never really miss but little things that made him think of you. Hair clips that he actually used sometimes. A few chapsticks and one of your eyeliner pencils, a guitar pick you’d use when messing with his acoustic and a minifig that he knew you were looking for but it wasn’t important to this campaign so it didn’t matter right now. If a t-shirt of yours found its way in there it was none of his business.

Under the assorted stolen tchotchkes was a single Polaroid he kept tucked deep in the drawer under the little cigar box he’d handed over to you earlier.

That lived face down in the drawer lest you almost accidentally ever see it again. He’s not a pervert (Don’t lie to yourself Munson) but this was an accidental photo taken at an opportune time. Halloween the year before and you had shown up to his trailer in an Elvira getup that had Eddie clutching the counter to stay upright. Complete with black wig and tits out to the universe he was sure he’d never seen so much of you on display. Standing in the doorway you’d had to call his name a few times before he invited you in, Eddie stuck in a staring contest with your chest. You’d done a little half turn for him once inside where he all but vomited compliments at you over your painfully accurate costume. If he followed you around like a dog all night, it was only to make sure he was somehow marking you as untouchable to everyone else.

This was just one of the rich kids parties so Eddie was there to sell and you had tagged along for an excuse to dress up. Normally Eddie would plant himself in his van for an hour or two and then head home but you seemed to be enjoying the party, even though you barely left his side. He never actually partied with this crowd of rich assholes but the combination of you, beer, and everyone being moderately decent to him all night lent to him letting his guard down. By the time midnight had rolled around the two of you were a drunk giggling mess, looking everywhere for the wig you had eventually torn off in the heat of the house.

The morning had snuck up on you though, both of you jolted awake by an errant ray of light seeping through the blinds in the strange living room. You found your shoes by the front door and you two snuck out to Eddie’s van and headed home.

It wasn’t until he was sat outside his own trailer, smoking before heading in, that he found the Polaroid in the breast pocket of his jacket. Eddie had found a camera at some point, he can vaguely remember that. And he had taken this crooked photo of you, legs stretched out and propped up in front of you with the slit of your dress hiked up around your hip. Your head thrown back against the couch while a cigarette hung out of the corner of your mouth. The long line of your neck mapping a trail down to the deep cut neckline and just cleavage for days. Eddie stares and stares for so long before he notices in the bottom corner of the photo, your hand resting on his thigh, painted black nails digging into the dark denim.

It takes his forgotten cigarette burning down to the filter and burning his finger to snap him out of his lust daze.

That photo had lived beside his bed for a good while, serving as a bookmark in many things. (Which is how you’d almost found it one afternoon in his copy of Salem’s Lot.)

He’d stare at it before bed, imagining whatever scenario he could that involved you crawling over that couch and devouring him. Your lips painted dark red, leaving marks all over his neck and you hair, curled and soft from being pinned up all night dragging over his shoulder. He’d never been with a girl that had really taken her time with him but he imagined you would. He knew how soft your hands were, could imagine what they’d feel like dragging down his ribs over his stomach, tugging at his belt. You’d push his shirt up while pulling his jeans down and look up at him with that glint in your eye, the one you’d get before you really threw yourself fully into something.

Sometimes this would be the softest imagined scenario all quiet moans and gentle kisses, you handling him so carefully. Featherlight touches down his thighs, your hands soft around him while you whispered little praises up at him from between his knees. Those were nights where he was feeling especially lovesick (like when you were out on a fabled date). Getting deep into his feelings in the dark, sometimes not even actually jerking off, just thinking of you while he lay in his bed trying to sleep.

The other times though, those times he’d grab you up in front of everyone at that party and find a dark corner of that rich kids kitchen. He’d walk you backwards, up against a wall and cage you in with his body, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other ghosting down your side to grab at your hip. Without shoes on your only a few inches shorter than him, but you’d still have to look up at him from under your lashes. Your hands would wrap up the sides of his face and wind in his hair and you’d pull him down to you, lips soft and warm. He’d hook a finger in the neckline of your dress to try and get your tits out and he just knew they’d fit so perfect in his hands. You’d mewl at him and make all the little noises he could imagine you might make when he runs his fingers over the lace of your bra. He’d smirk at you while you pulled at his neck, trying to get him closer, pulling your body flush up against his. Slot your leg between his and grind up on him to feel the hard length of him against your thigh.

It didn’t take much for him to picture you bent over a bathroom vanity, hands braced on the sink in front of you and crying for him. His hand fisted in the velvet of your dress and pushing it up to your waist so he could watch himself bury his cock in you while you whined and moaned for him to not stop, never stop, keep going your gonna make me cum-

The shuffling of paper brings him back down into his room. Remembers that you are also in his room and he has to keep his fucking imagination in check because you can clearly see the raging hard on he has from your place on the floor. Only if you looked over that is, just a turn of your head and you could see him straining against his jeans-

He mentally slaps himself back in place and takes a deep breath to try to focus on something literally anything that isn’t you and your tits and your thighs and your breathing…

From your position on the floor you can see Eddie lying face up on his bed, eyes closed, fingers tapping on his chest along with the drum beat. The notes you’ve been looking at are held at such an angle that you’re actually just peering at him like a little creep over the top. Watching his fingers tap, watching his chest rise and fall, watching his face scrunch up when he hears the bass really kick in. It’s lulling you into a stasis of sorts; you’ve been good and toasty for a bit now, the two of you no longer essentially hotboxing his room. The floor was supposed to be grounding you so you’d stop imagining things like climbing up on the bed with him. Would he even open his eyes or would he just smile?

Assume you were trying to get comfortable.

You could surprise him. Tangle your hand up in his hair and pull his head back to hold him in place while you attacked his neck, leaving little red marks up and down the column of his throat. Maybe he’d laugh, all breath and a little gasping, the vibrations making you smile against him. You could move your way up to his mouth and he’d taste just like you’d imagined a hundred times before. Tobacco and weed and a little salty from the fries he’d been eating earlier.

This is not the first, nor will it be the last time, that you sit and wonder what secrets that mouth beholds.

You are slowly spinning out on the floor of his room, your mind going…well, more like an inch a minute rather than a mile. Eddie’s notes long forgotten next to you in the carpet, you’re just about to drift off into your daydream about his fingers tap tap tapping down your sternum when he clears his throat and turns his head to look at you, says something you don’t catch.

“What?”

“I said ‘can I ask you something?’” He repeats himself and rolls over to lean on an elbow. His eyes are fixed on you, a notch between his brows making him look worried.

“What’s up?”

“Can I rain check next Friday?” He asks you almost hesitantly. It takes a few seconds for you to catch up before you frown a little yourself.

“And postpone the Friday night french fry extravaganza? What, you got a hot date or something?” You think you’re being slick but a blush starts to creep up his neck.

“No way! Did Gwen change her mind?!” You sit up from the floor to crawl over to the edge of the bed where you prop your chin to grin up at him. Your daydream is left with the notes while you rush into his space, face close to his own. Weed is still hugging your faculties pretty warmly so you don’t get a chance to stop your eyes drifting down his face to his lips.

He absolutely does not miss that look, but he’s also dipped pretty deep in this high so he lets it go because this is new. He’s never seen you look at him like that before; bites his bottom lip because he’s not entirely sure what’s happening in this moment.

No harm in letting you stare.

No harm in him watching you worry at your own lip.

Please let me bite that for you.

Your eyes finally snap back up to his with a questioning look in them.

Yes yes yes do it first please I’m too much of a coward.

Time is molasses the way the guitar in the background is molasses and you’re just staring at each other when you huff lightly.

“So…Gwen?”

Yeah, Gwen. Who’s Gwen?

“Uh yeah kind of? Nothing like crazy or whatever.” He breaks eye contact with you to stare at his blanket and pick at it. He’s not even sure why he’s still set on hanging out with her honestly, not with this huge fuckin’ crush he’s got burning for you. That first time he’d asked Gwen it had been with some actual feeling behind it. It’d only taken her a week to come back after turning him down though, a quiet question on her lips. Cornering him in the parking lot after school she’d made it a point to get him alone by his van where they were out of eyesight of everyone else. That should have been his first clue that this wouldn’t be a real date, but he’d been too caught off guard by the god damn cheer outfit.

“Does that offer still stand?” She’s sweet and a little naive maybe and he’s kind of weak for that so of course it does. Anything to get you off of his mind.

“For what?”

“Going out for a bite.”

“I mean sure, if you’re free.”

“Of course silly. Next Friday though.” She giggles and tucks a note with her number into his vest pocket.

He tells you all this, not looking up from his blanket the whole time. He admits that he knows she probably isn’t really interested in going out with him but she seems fun and nice and like who cares right?

“Yeah, she gets to test out what kind of freak I am and I probably get laid so…” he trails off. You’re still all up in his space so you can see his eyes darting around his blanket, looking for a distraction. This isn’t the first of these kinds of conversations between the two of you and you’ve seen that hurt in his eyes before. It’s not like Eddie is laying waste to all the girls of Hawkins High. He’s got maybe a solid handful of conquest under his belt, but they’ve all mostly treated him like a big secret. Something they got to do on a weekend or three and then moved on to something better. Something brighter. Something more well rounded and presentable.

“It’s not like she’s gonna take me home to meet mom.” His laugh is small and hollow when he rolls back over to stare at his ceiling. You pull yourself away from the edge of the bed, the cozy little spell broken.

“Listen man, you don’t have to go out with her. Just cancel it. What’s the worst that’ll happen? She doesn’t talk to you anymore?” You’re trying to break the sad tension with a joke and a gentle punch to his shoulder. He doesn’t budge, just sighs real big and continues to stare up at nothing.

You’re not super worried about this. Either he doesn’t hang out with her and you two get to have your normal Friday, or he does and you wait it out like you have with the others.

See, Gwen is an easy obstacle. She’s one of the nice cheerleaders, and she’s a year below you guys but she has no idea what she’s dipping her toe into. Eddie is a special brand of person and with his ability to talk an ear off, he’s sure to scare her off quickly. They’ll go out on their date and probably fool around a few times and then she’s going to comment on Hellfire. Or his band. Or his music. And then Eddie is going to get bored. He’ll remember what it’s like to talk about his interest unhindered with his little group of misfits and he’ll come back, acting like nothing ever happened.

So you have nothing to worry about.

Gwen will be easy.

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Thank you again you guys!

#Stranger Things #Stranger Things fic #My work #fic #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x reader #x reader #Eddie Munson smut #but only like a little #It'll get there I promise #This one really got away from me #4k words???? #these were supposed to be drabbles and shorts wtf #lmao do you guys like my Dimension 20 reference? #blink and you'll miss it #Rentfic

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"have a drink with me" w/ johnny soapy mactavish <3

                        ( ! beautiful gif from this set by @sgt-gaz )

;     —   liars den   |   johnny "soap" mactavish

summary: drinks and pining shared. pairing: johnny mactavish / gender neutral!reader, birdie tags: casual beers, yearning pining, and breaking the rulebook on fraternization, casual johnny family mention a/n: did you know this man is my little meow meow.

Your eyes settle momentarily on the scars across his knuckles as the good Sergeant tosses back his beer. 

You drag your gaze away as if scorched — and Johnny catches the flicker of your lashes as you lean forward, brace your elbows against the bartop, and cast your eyes to the tele above the bartender's shoulder playing the Liverpool-Manchester match. 

John swallows his swig roughly. 

You inhale, then exhale.

...You shouldn't be here.

A bead of condensation runs down your bottle's neck and rolls over your fingertips. 

This — this little off-the-clock wind-down? This is a bad idea. Because here, in this shitty Ranger bar, you're sat down beside him. Johnny motherfucking MacTavish. 

...Fuck.

He's a good man. Loves his mum. Calls home often. Has three sisters, all older. He's got a heart a' gold and a smile charming enough t' widdle down even the Lieutenant. 

Handsome t' boot. 

Kind.

Funny.

Everyone loves the bastard. 

And you have been trying your damndest to keep your distance. Miles worth. Thirty-thousand leagues worth. He's head-level, and you're choking up in the thinning atmosphere — and that's how it should be. 

But, fer fuck's sake — cut him some slack, would ye? He's tryin' here. Pullin' every damn string he can to get you on their comms. Yer th' best watcher they got, after all, with Laswell back state-side. He doesn't trust anyone else t' be his eyes. Only you. El-tee says he's got it bad.

Maybe he does.

Have a drink with me, he asked after the debrief. 

You realized a long time ago you couldn't say no to him — tonight is no exception.  

So, here you are. Hip to hip at the bar, shoulder to shoulder sipping beer that's just cold enough. 

"Y' look miffed."

You snort into your drink and slide your eyes away from the late-game goal replay. 

"That's just my face."

"Nah," he crosses his arms with the bottle still in his left hand, "Yer face's pretty. This face ain't."

You straighten slightly and inhale tightly. 

John's smirk twists a bit. "Relax, birdie."

You swig your beer and drop your head. "Heard from Alejandro lately?"

"Yer deflectin'."

You roll your look his way and flatten your stare. You're met with a satisfied smile that's tugging, tugging, tugging at his lips. The shadow of stubble there hides dimples. 

"I am not."

"Yes," he emphasizes as he uncrosses his arms and leans closer, "Y'are."

"I'm just askin'—"

"Are y' mad at me?"

You blink hard. 

John's face is expectant.

You realize your mouth is open. 

"...What?"

"You," he prods your shoulder gently with his pointer finger, then takes a sip, "'ave been avoidin' me like th' plague, birdie."

You fall quiet. 

You frown.

"...No, I haven't."

Johnny tuts. 

You wish you could just tell him. That you feel your entire chest tighten when he steps into debriefs. That he makes your job harder because you're always watching him and only him. That you have had dreams about touching his face, dreams where you kiss him and it's all starlight and peace and quiet—

"Mum always said lyin' is unbecomin'."

And despite it all, you muscle down the yearning and offer up your best smile.

"We're good. Promise."

His eyes settle on the dig of your smile in your cheeks. He drags his gaze away as if scorched. 

"Alright."

...Fuck.

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[celestial-sapphicss]

bad buddy fandom getting-to-know-you meme! (created by @fiercynn)

tagged by beloveds @nobodynobodyno & @cornflowershade & @solana-ceae thank you for tagging me this was so much fun! 🌹💖

note: i consider "fanworks" to pretty much everything people create related to a fandom, including but not limited to meta/analysis/discussion, gifs, fanvids/edits/fancams, filk, fanart, fanfic, fan food, fan crafts, etc. please include this note with the meme unless you have a different definition!

name and whatever you want to share about yourself

im vi! i'm queer, 23, born & living in India, but brought up in south-east asia!

when did you watch bad buddy/join the fandom?

i saw the show as it aired but i joined the fandom (and tumblr) around ep3!

favorite ship(s)

PatPran (duh!), but also InkPa because they're such a good pair like how Pa is a badass but around Ink she just melts and gigges (both the jundapat siblings are the same skskks)

favorite character(s)

Pran. he is me, i am him. he is a feral, musky scented hoe and i love him.

favorite episode(s)

episode 4! first we got ink and pa projecting her crush pn pat! then we saw pran AND A LOT OF PINING AND JEALOUSY. my boy had gotten his hopes up and then absolutely shattered. we got "only i can have these super cute dimples" & "if you were ink, would you like me?" and that absolutely heartbreaking last scene <3

favorite scene(s) 

i mean there's the obvious ep5 4/4 fight followed by the best kiss in cinematic history. but also pat in the music shop discovering that he likes pran. and pat shouting his love to pran in the architecture faculty. and pat and pran's scene in the corridor with the guitar. and inkpa hotpot date and the photography room scene. the entire episode 8 & 11 (im cheating ik). i will keep on listing all the scenes if i don't stop.

one thing you would change about the show if you could

i wish there was just one discussion about wai being a dick to pran in ep8/9. like i wouldn't change what happened but like after all the dust had settled and all the friends were ok with patpran, i hope there was a discussion or even a mention of that wai apologised to pran somewhere behind the scenes and pran mentioned this to pat. (and i'm not sure if os2 counts but i would most def change ep3 of the crossover where they are just getting lost and screaming each others' names again and again sksksks)

what are your some of your favorite fanworks made by other people

this is very unfair ok i love them all but here are a few

i'll just link all the fics here & the post i made about it some time back! (special mention to a soft boy in soft sweaters by @dimplesandfierceeyes)

the entire @badbuddyingifs blog

fanarts by @hereforlou (x) & @architectxengineer (x)

bad buddy costume colour theories by @dribs-and-drabbles

InkPa edits:

this edit by @pranink

this one by @akingyouniverse

episode 7 by @mantrisanu

developer stopper fixer by @oswlld

darkroom confessions by @forcebook

just the way you are by @snimeat

another darkroom edit by @chinzillas

FMVs

iris fmv by @prantically

enchanted fmv by @thranduel

patpran x zara zara fanvid by @prany

Quotes & Stuff

this cursed (affectionate set) by @guntapon

this quote that makes me cry everytime by @machikeita

yet another one of my fav quotes by @nanons

when we were younger by @alexshenry

you'll never be friends by @taeminie

myth by @tipsyjaehyun

love story by @fourthnattawat

another one by @freensrcha

v. imp kissing patpran set by @patspran

already home by @sunsetandthemoon

pran's life anthem by @morkofday

Character & Dynamics

pat-ink edit by @pranpats

pat saying ma ni by @casualavocados

best boy pat edit by @louwilliam

feral musky scented hoe pran by @seanwhites

best siblings by @ardentlytess

ink by @angelbesideme

Misc

page to screen series by @actually-yikes

inspired movie posters by @nanonkorapat

bad buddy rewatch series by @baifengxis

bbs2 by @dimpledpran

concept sets by @i-got-the-feels

episode 7 edit by @ayan-sukkhapisit

(if you create fanworks) what are your favorite fanworks that you’ve made?

i did make some edits but my favourite one is the PatPran x Bollywood edit!

a song that makes you think of bbs (the ones in the show don’t count lol)

well obviously same page? by tilly birds. but also way too many taylor swift songs (seven, labrynth, gold rush, our song, the 1, betty, i think he knows, daylight, the great war, mine, enchanted), sleepwalker by julie byrne is so pran coded, home by reese lansangan, straberries & ciggarettes by troye sivan, i'm yours by alessia cara, doors by ben&ben etc. etc.

idk anything else you want us to know?

cursing your feed with this

tagging everyone i tagged above! (if you want) <3

#bad buddy #tag game #i know this is a long post I AM SORRY FOR SPAMMING Y'ALL #i will never not be normal about this show #it took me 10+ hours to make this ksksksks #i had to force myself to stick for just one set per blog IT WAS HELL

[my-soupy-brain]

Too Far Apart

Description: Reader and Ted are apart for a few days and Ted decides to play hooky to close the gap.

Relationships: Ted Lasso x Reader (f)

Warnings: Oral sex, foreplay, sexy times and position changes

Smut: 🔥🔥🔥

Gif credit: Help! Someone made this and it’s beautiful. Drop a comment if it’s you!

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It’s a five day conference in London. No big deal.

But you already miss Ted. Horribly.

It’s the second night and you’ve already gotten homesick enough to text him nonstop. Sad emojis, lonely selfies. You hate being this far apart.

Ted: I know, baby, but this will go fast and you’ll do great on that stage! ❤️

Y/N: I just want it to be over so I can come home.

Ted: It will be. And then you’ll be back in our bed, in my arms, where we both belong.

You smile, a grinning Ted selfie covered in blankets from your home in Richmond. You take a photo to send back - your blouse askew and your face pouting.

Ted: God, you’re perfect. Look at that sad, sexy girl. How did I get so lucky?

You smile again. Your body aches without him. But he’s busy, you’re busy. The week will pass and you’ll be together.

But after day 3, you’re tumbling exhausted through the lobby toward the elevators, relieved to get to you room.

And you hear it. A whistle, one that sounds like Ted when he looks at you — out of a shower, in a new outfit…

You stop and look around, concerned for a moment that it could be for someone else. But nope, once the newspaper is folded and put to the side, it’s him.

You drop your bags at your feet and run to his open arms.

“Ted! What are you doing here?!” you squeal while he drops little kisses all over your face and neck.

“I missed you too much, sugar. We never spend this much time apart, so Beard is coverin’ the team,” he answers, a smile across his face, his dimples showing with bright hazel eyes.

You hold his face in your hands, overcome with love for this amazing man. He leans in to meet your lips finally, his mustache tickling your face and after only two days away, oh how you missed it. Your tongue traces his lips and he opens to you, his hands sliding down your back to your ass.

“We should…um…go upstairs before I turn indecent, darlin’,” he giggles into your ear.

You rapid-press the elevator button to summon a car so you can get upstairs. Now.

But once the doors close, he’s backed you against the wall, a strong warm hand pushing down to your thigh, which hikes your leg up around his waist. You kiss frantically, desperately, deep inhales when you can find them. You start unbuttoning your blouse and his hands move to help before the elevator dings on the sixteenth floor.

You stumble your way into the hallway, never separating, as you work your keycard from your bra.

“What else you got in there, sweetheart,” Ted asks with a quirked eyebrow, ogling your lacy bra now exposed from the open blouse.

“Whatever you want, baby…” you whisper as you turn around, his hands on your hips.

Once in the door, his bag is on the ground and his hands are around your waist but you twirl him around and push him on the bed, crawling over him, your skirt riding up your thighs.

As you straddle the growing bulge in his joggers, you groan at the feeling. It’s been two nights — TWO — and you want him to take you apart like the first night you slept together.

You finish unbuttoning your blouse, his hands finding your breasts and then roping his long arms around your back to bring you down. You kiss like you’re stealing oxygen, moaning and panting, your hands in his thick, beautiful hair.

“You make me crazy, babydoll,” he manages while he works his lips down your jaw, you neck. He works his way back up to your ear: “You wanna gimme that sweet pussy? I’ve missed it so much.”

You shiver and moan.

“Ffffuuuck, Ted…”

His hands slowly skate up your thighs to the curve of your ass, your cheeks bare from the thong you opted to wear to skip panty lines. Ted groans while you kiss him, his fingers deftly grasping the soft skin and more than likely leaving fingerprints. Claiming you.

He manages to roll you to your back, his fingers working the zipper of your skirt, peeling it off your hips and pulling it down your thighs. As he sits back on his heels, he takes in your form on the bed: hair tousled, lips red and swollen, nips and love bites peppering your neck, your chest and lacy bra heaving with breath and the dip of your waist, your plump hips and matching panties hiding your throbbing need.

“You have too many clothes on, coach,” your murmur, your voice low and sultry. You sit up and pull his sweater up his chest, and rake your nails under the layers below it to his belly and chest, the feeling of his skin beneath your fingers causes him to groan.

“Oh, there he is,” you whisper. “There’s my perfect, sexy, strong man…”

He removes the last of his shirts, shimmies his joggers off his legs and now left only in his boxer briefs you can appreciate how hard he’s straining with the cotton jutting forward and a stain forming on the blue fabric.

Your hand moves down his chest, through the hair there that makes you insane, and to his length, palming it gently while you watch him tilt his head back in need. Without a second thought, you’re on your knees, tugging his erection from the cotton confines and licking it gently with an eager tongue. His hands slowly caress your shoulders, then move to your hair while he feels your head bob on him, looking down where he can see your eyes gazing up at him as he’s buried in your throat.

His body is a flurry of arousal, but this isn’t what he really wants, as good as it feels. Even as his balls tighten and his cock twitches, he manages to hold your face to pull you up to him, kneeling in front of his chest.

“As amazing as this is, baby, I don’t want to be a spoiled sport,” he mutters, kissing you deeply, his tongue colliding with yours as his hands hold your waist. He slowly brings you both down to the bed, his hips cradled between your thighs. He works a hand between you, a finger along your slit and he feels your wetness gathered there, toying with your clit and making your body tense.

“This…this is what I want, baby…” he whispers in your ear. “Right…here…” and a finger slides in effortlessly, his thumb moving in circles above it.

“Oh fuck, Ted…” you sigh, letting your body unravel. He adds a second digit and soon you’re grasping at his shoulders for purchase.

Before he sends you over his mouth moves south, leaving wet kisses on your breasts, belly, and then each inner thigh, hiking his fingers along the edges of your panties and tugging them off. When he settles back, your eyes clenched shut, you feel his tongue and hear him moan.

He works you slowly. His hands caress your thighs in smooth paths before you grasp one of his with your own, intertwining your fingers. His loving eyes look up and you shudder, release on the horizon. He feels you tighten against his lips.

“That’s it, my pretty girl. Get there for me,” he urges, and it works. You see white, moaning his name and incomprehensible curses, making him grin when he climbs back up to you, your juices coating his stubble. Before he can say something cheeky you pull him down to your lips, tasting yourself — the bitter sweetness you left behind.

His hands hold your hips while you push up to meet his cock, begging for him to join your bodies.

“Please…please,” you nearly cry out in desperation. “I want you so bad, please…”

He grins at you, that cheeky Ted grin, and positions himself before sliding in ever so slowly, looking down where you’re connected and sighing at the view.

He moves at an even pace, your ankles hooked behind him, your fingers running through his hair while he kisses you.

“Oh darlin’ you feel amazing… just perfect for me…made for me…” he mutters.

“Yes, God yes, I was made for you…ugh, fuck, take it all…”

He holds you close while he rolls you both to your sides, your leg still hooked over his hip, while he’s buried deep inside you.

You moan his name between your lips, your face and chest flush with arousal. His arms hold your bodies close while he moves against you, slow and deep. He brushes your hair away from you face, leaning in to kiss you.

His hips move at the right angle, hitting a spot deep that you didn’t know was there. You squeak out a sigh and become breathless as you tighten around him. “I can feel you, sweetheart. Go ahead and show me how good that feels,” he coaxes, smiling at the pleasure in your face. You lean forward to the crook of his neck, crying out obscene things.

“Oh fuck, fuck you feel so good, ahhh…godddd,” you cry out as your body unravels again. You try to catch your breath, the orgasm of the century rocketing through your veins.

As you return to earth you encourage him to his back, rejoining your bodies. You work your body against his, Ted’s head dropping to the pillow while he watches you on top.

“How’s that feel baby,” you coo, moving up and down, sliding against him. The stretch is unreal at this angle, him buried inside you, not a single beam of light between where you’re joined. He sits up slightly, backing up to the headboard and bringing your body with him.

“You don’t mind the change, darlin’? I just need to lick these delicious tits…” he murmurs, bringing his lips to the darkened flesh of your nipples.

Your hands roam from his neck to his hair, tugging it slightly as you gyrate on his lap. His big hands cup hips and ass, caressing you and making you bounce harder.

“Fuck… you make me feel so good, baby…” you croon in his ear, making his hips stutter against you. “I wanna make you feel good… fill me up,” you beg.

He wastes no time working you faster, driving into you from below. You moan, nearly spent from all he’s given you and the exhaustion in your voice — gone almost hoarse from moaning — brings him close to release.

“Ahhh, you’re gonna make me come again,” you whistle with a kiss to his ear. And with that he pushes harder, grunting and sighing your name.

“Fuck yes, y/n…fuck… that’s it baby, I can feel it,” he curses unexpectedly and you cream around him again while he unleashes inside you, warmth filling you between your bodies.

As your movements slow to steady, your eyes and faces slack with pleasure, he finally smiles at you as you lean forward to kiss it from his lips. Your hands skate down his chest, through the hair and back up, holding his face gently.

“I don’t think we can ever spend that much time apart again…” you say with a laugh. He giggles with you.

“No but it does make for great miss-you sex, wouldn’t’cha agree?”

You join his smiling face, now with a slight sweat along his graying temples. You run your fingers through his hair, making him relax even more.

“I do agree with that…” you purr, moving off of him and settling your naked body next to his under the covers. You drape yourself on his chest, tickling it with light fingertips. His arm is behind you, his fingertips doing the same along your low back before you lull into a lovely nap together.

#ted lasso #ted lasso x reader #what a man what a man what a mighty good man #i love him your honor #ted lasso fan fic

[fadedinmysong]

Every Month of 2023

Rules: link your favorite and/or most popular post from each month this year <3 (it’s totally fine to skip months!) and tag some CCs you love!

tagged by : @baekhyunnybyun & @bethereforme (thank you loves ❤️❤️)

Here's to another year in NCITY. These are always fun to do because it's like a diary you can turn to. Also this made me realize 2023 was Yuta's year for me. He's been the most frequent nct member I've giffed in the year. Yeaaaah.

I also included a few of my personal faves from my other side blogs in the mix.

January

Most Popular: I get why this was the most popular gif of. .

Jaehyun x 💪

Fave: D.O x First Snow @ SMTOWN. I like to pretend that the blackmail worked and they got him outside this time. Also need him to know he needs to sing more. We love his vocals, right, right?

February

Most Popular: Yuta @ Capital Congress 2019. The only Congress invasion i accept. Such an underrated look that should be talked about more.

Personal Faves: Yuta x Vlive // Taeyong x 127 Mcountdown // Umji Pull Up

March

Most Popular: Taeyong x Yuta

April

Popular: Jeno Dazed Korea

May

Popular: Yuta . Our Chill Sauna

Favorites: Jaehyun . Chill Sauna. Smiley, dimple Jaehyun is my favorite Jaehyun // I really really like when idols wear glasses. So these two sets are my personal faves for the month of May. Heeseung x Mcountdown && Some NEOs in Glasses

June

Most Popular: Taeyong's Shalala Showcase.

Favorites: Taeil's bday set // Taeyong Shooting Behind // Kyungsoo x Let me in

July

Most popular: Mark x ISTJ M/V

Personal fave: D.O ' EXIST' photo shoot. I don't often gif EXO, or other boy groups outside of NCT. I do enjoy them and D.O is one of my biases in EXO, so there's that.

I also think this is Taeil's best hair color. ( Also, I miss him) Taeil x 127'th Anniversary // && Jaemin Spotifiy

August

Most Popular and one of personal faves for this month as well. Mark is truly Barbie.

Mark 'Barbie set' . This took me an embarrassingly long time to make, but i think the results were worth it.

Additional Faves: Ten x Throwback gifset // Renjun x NCT Nation Concert

September

Popular: Rock Star Yuta with his natural Red hair

Favorite: The type of Mark Lee gifs you can hear. Esp the first 1

October

Personal fave despite it flopping, lol. Once again I love Yuta and he has the cutest smile, imo. Yuta x BD set /

Also. This one for Jaehyun x Fact Check Teasers. He looks like the coolest, handsomest grim reaper.

Okay. Im gonna also include 2 edits for this month.. I really liked the colorings I did on these so I'm including it here. NCT DREAM TEASER Photos x WAYV Seasons Greetings Photos

Most popular: Yuta x Rockstar look

November

Most popular: Yuta x Fact Check recording. Random needed gifs for the Yuta gilries (me)

Favorite: It girl Ningning strikes again. Ningning x Drama Performance

December

Most popular: Another Yuta set . * Pretends to be Shocked * Cozy Sort of Holiday Vibe Set. Actually since I only have two sets this month, I'll link my other Yuta Gifset.

tagging! @rainbowrenjun, @dearlyminhyung, @yunogf, @jsuh, @tvxqdbsk, @seomarkno, @jaemtens, @nctsworld, @lloveorloved, @renjunniez, @haechan, @haechanniez, @aoife1108, @augustds, @talksaxy, @seokmatthews, @db2k

#every post 2023 #tagged things

[etherealcheol-mp3]

SVT as colors and things that remind you of them

sorta first post...mainly since the revamp and also first post like this !! i started writing this out as a list of things just for my own enjoyment, like what were the first colors and items that came to my mind when i thought of each member. after a while it turned into a lot more than a short list of 2-3 things and more like my view of each of the members in a relationship and the little things or colors that remind you of them. i hope you enjoy this little braindump of mine :)

TW//CW: just pure fluff man, this literally hurt my heart to write it was so soft, a smidgen of angst in hoshi’s if you like...close one eye and tilt your head a bit, also the tiniest bit suggestive but it really isn’t meant to be i just am feral i guess

none of the gifs used are mine, all credit goes to the rightful owners !

Seungcheol:

- red

- cherries

- beanies

- bright smiles

- fond gazes

- oversized jackets 

- tight hugs

- your head resting on his shoulders and his resting on yours

- feeling safe and loved

- a hand around your waist

- late night calls as you head home from school or work

- him pouting as you try to grab the bill on dates

- quiet nights in where you find yourself just taking the other in and feeling eternally grateful to have found someone so wonderful

- him trapping you in morning cuddles and complaining when you remind him you have obligations other than being in bed with him

- him whining at you saying ‘no’ to morning kisses because of morning breath 

- him showing you off at any possible moment because he’s so proud of you and of being able to love you

- he asks you to put a polaroid of him or the two of you in the back of your phone and rushes to do the same once he sees you agree with a fond laugh

- cheek and temple kisses at the most random of moments ‘just because’

- cooking together only to laugh at the others mistakes because of course you forgot to soak the seaweed before adding it (god i’m so in love with you)

- flowers gifted on random days but never in a set pattern so you never anticipate them and are constantly surprised

- blanket forts when you feel like the world is a little too much for you

- running your hands through his hair as he collapses onto your chest at the end of a long day

- always holding hands, poking dimples, squishing his cheeks and kissing his nose to see it scrunch up

Jeonghan:

- white

- angels

- pinky promises

- giggles (both genuine and evil)

- playful shoving of arms while laughing

- thumbs gently stroking your knuckles

- him smoothing down your hair with a small smile

- poking your cheeks and arms at any given moment

- blowing raspberries on each other just to hear the other groan is (faux) annoyance

- spending more time debating what to eat for dinner than actually eating in the long run

- holding hands in the car and him letting you play whatever music you want as he drives

- lighthearted scolding but he truly just wants the best for you

- him leaving extra bottles of water/ snacks/ medicine in your bag or where he knows you’ll find them just to make sure you’re taking care of yourself

- the type to tell a story about you on a livestream and casually mention you’re the love of his life (only after you’ve talked extensively about going public though)

- mornings spent in silence and seen through squinted eyes as you’re handed a muffin and mug/cup of juice

- understanding each other without words

- him joking that you can’t live without him whenever you visit him at work while he’s the one with an arm wrapped around you and the person who texted you asking if you were doing anything with endless “:(“

- being the only person who can see through his teases and faux nonchalance and reassuring him in an equally discreet way (squeezing his hand and caressing his cheek are favorites of his)

Joshua:

- peach/ sunset orange

- beaches

- interlocking hands

- sleeping in

- chivalry that becomes a competition of who can open the door first for the other

- exaggerated kisses on the cheek

- chin in the palm of your hand as you wonder where this person was all your life

- sending him links to embarrassing moments/ pictures of himself and getting light threats of blocking your number in reply

- cute nicknames and referring to each other as them more than your actual names

- making each other laugh at the most mundane of things

- inside jokes

- grocery shopping dates (the type to make going to the post office or getting a flu shot a date just because you’re together)

- saying something offhandedly once a few weeks ago only to be asked about it later on or surprised with it when you least expect it

- making everyone else wonder if you both are able to read each other’s mind because you often just have to look at one another to remember an old joke or know what the other needs

- matching mugs

- downloading a phone game that becomes a long running competition of who can reach a higher level

- spraying his cologne on as many things as he can before he has to leave for a while due to his work

- just wanting to spend time together and being content if it has to be with the other members because just looking into each other’s eyes and feeling the love in them is more than enough to keep you going

Jun:

- pastel green

- stuffed animals

- laughing and talking to each other during movies

- an arm always being thrown over your shoulder

- playfully poking each other’s sides to make the other squirm

- laying on top of you and letting out a sigh of content

- playing with each others hair

- deep talks while sitting together next to a large window in your apartment

- learning his/ your native language and saying it’s because you want to better communicate with each other’s family (not quite realizing how much the sentiment made the others heart flip and truly realize that this love is the one they’ve waited their whole life for)

- memes as a love language

- going outside to draw on the sidewalk with chalk

- losing him in a department store only to find him a few minutes later running towards you with a bright smile and an armful of baby clothes/ food he thought looked cute or wanted to try

- dates where one of you introduces the other to one of your favorite things (movie, food, hobby, etc.)

- getting your ass handed to you in skee ball but getting to pick the prize with the points he earned

- laughing wholeheartedly at him as he wonders if it’s because he was actually funny or if you just love him that much (realizing it doesn’t matter which is true if it means you lean into him like that and continue to giggle as you fill his body with warmth)

Soonyoung:

- orange

- tigers

- late night drives

- cuddling on the balcony as you watch the sunset

- racing to the entrance of wherever you’re going (only after he’s checked that there are no oncoming cars though)

- aching cheeks from nonstop smiling

- holding your face in his hands with gleaming eyes of wonder

- quiet nights of shared tears and comforting hands assuring each other that it’ll be okay

- finding happiness in small games of truth or dare and making bets with one another

- endless texts throughout the day about any and everything

- spending more hours on facetime than you can count when you aren’t able to be together

- him holding you accountable and reminding you to take care of yourself or to do the work/ assignments you’ve been avoiding

- being able to gain infinitely more energy when seeing the other but also being able to let go of some of the weight you’ve been holding onto as you go in for a desperately needed hug

- wanting to have you everywhere he goes but knowing you have a life outside of him and respecting it (doesn’t mean he won’t offer to buy you a cell service plan if it means you don’t feel as weary about facetiming for hours a day when he’s on tour)

- being endlessly proud of you and all your achievements

- shy confessions of love for the first time in the middle of a grocery store or something just because it was the first time he realized it and didn’t want to waste a second of his life without telling you (he hasn’t gone a day since without making sure you still know he loves you with every fibre of his entire being)

Wonwoo:

- blue

- sweater paws

- shared blankets

- record players

- back hugs

- soft smiles

- taking baths together and letting him pick the bathbomb or oils 

- him always carrying around bandaids and your favorite chapstick while you now carry an extra lens cleaning cloth and wintergreen mints he softly whines about needing after waking up from naps

- kisses on your temple

- interlocked pinkies under the table just to remind yourselves that your person is there (while also conveniently avoiding teasing from the others at the table)

- him taking the teasing in stride when it does inevitably come and moving to wrap an arm around you as he takes the jokes and lets them all be aimed at him so that you don’t ever feel uncomfortable

- softly asking if you’re ok and never making it seem as if it’s a problem or burden if you aren’t

- passing books you just finished onto the others stack of ones to read next

- picking out games to play together either on your phones or storyline games on his console/ pc- downloading apps like “locket” or “noteit” on your phones so he can send you little messages or pictures whenever he’s thinking of you (always)

- trying your hardest to make him feel confident and loved by blatantly stating things like ‘you’re the hottest man i’ve ever seen’ in the middle of the chip aisle at a convenience store at approximately 1:04 am and feeling accomplished once he starts laughing and thanking you with a kiss on the forehead instead of blushing and denying your praises while turning away like he used to

Jihoon:

(bouncie boi)

- tan/ beige

- worn leather couches/ recliners

- a hug at the end of a long day

- lo-fi study playlists

- a breath of relief at finally finding peace

- coming home

- the culmination of emotions when your person finally allows themself to be vulnerable and seek out your help

- sitting on laps

- kisses to the juncture of his neck (knowing he’s busy but unable to hold back the affection)

- soft laughs that sound more like letting out a puff of breath

- messages of love and encouragement that always make the others day truly better

- his instagram would feature you but only in a way that’s noticeable to the both of you

- writing songs for you that will never be released but have found a home in your music library and your heart

- asking you for advice on his work even if you have no idea about his line of work

- makes sure you take care of yourself and always stocks his studio with fuzzy socks and your favorite snacks as well as a blanket you always curl up in

- you making sure he eats better than he usually does when he’s working towards a deadline

- spamming his phone with selfies and videos whenever he leaves it laying around (one of his favorites is a video of you in his studio sitting in his chair with your blanket wrapped around you, not much is said as you push yourself away from the desk while in the chair and begin to spin in circles with soft giggles, the video ends with you rolling back towards the camera with rosy cheeks and a soft ‘i love you’ on your lips as you move to stop the recording)

- he writes lyrics and makes beats with things you challenge him to (it started with you saying something like “i bet you can’t make a song with this sound sampled” or “there’s no way you’ll be able to add this to the lyrics without it sounding horrible” but truly you never doubted his abilities to turn anything into a masterpiece for a second, you just hated seeing him so frustrated and mumbling to himself that he was a failure or that whatever he made was horrible)

Seokmin:

- yellow/ gold

- the sun

- daisies

- laughter of any and all kinds

- going to playgrounds late at night just to talk and push each other on the swings

- endless photos of you taken unknowingly that you find on his phone only to show him the same kind of pictures of him that live in your own once he starts to get shy about being found out

- blushing cheeks

- shy pecks on the cheek and corner of each others lips

- endless cuddling

- him staying awake after you’ve fallen asleep on him just watching and wondering what he did to have someone like you end up in his arms

- cooking together only to get told it’s his treat and to stop helping (he allows you to wrap your arms around his waist though, content to have you watch him work as you press random kisses on his shoulders and back, humming along to whatever song is playing from either of your phones)

- whispers of love at late hours

- having a song for your relationship

- knowing you can turn to each other for comfort at any moment

- he always has a spare of your essential items in his bathroom and space for your clothes in his closet and dresser

- him kissing you deeply when you say you never realized how much stuff you had left over at the dorm over the years while doing laundry together (he tells you that your things look right when they’re placed next to or with his, you can’t help but agree and mention shyly that the home you two will eventually share would be beautiful. you don’t know that this is the moment Seokmin realized you were all he wanted in his life and that he saw images of a beautiful future the two of you would spend together. He’s been stuck on the image of a ring for weeks but for now the image of an empty apartment and shiny new key in hand is more than enough for him)

Mingyu:

- pastel yellow

- the sunrise reflecting off of skyscrapers

- golden retrievers

- the light groans you let out while stretching when you first wake up

- the soft sounds of boiling water and a knife cutting up vegetables

- large hoodies

- movie nights

- bright smiles that are followed by contagious laughter

- promises that are never broken

- tucking hair behind the others’ ears

- grocery shopping dates pt. 2

- late night drives to nowhere in particular (finding ‘your spot’ along the way)

- bowling dates that end in laughter and teasing at who got the worst score

- feeling protected

- comparing hand sizes

- kissing the beauty marks on his face and earning yourself shy smiles in response

- him jokingly calling you his spouse in front of others to see you blush only to have it backfire on him after a while when you start smiling and agreeing with him (the nail in the coffin is the wink send his way after the confident nod and hum of agreeance)

- showering together with nothing in mind besides trying to make the craziest shapes out of each other’s hair

- polaroid cameras that take your favorite pictures of the two of you

- spa nights where you pamper each other and try your hardest not to smile and mess up your face mask

- drying his hair with a towel after he pouts at you for saying ‘no’ at first

- noticing all the clothes you left in his room mysteriously disappeared when you decide to stay the night and him “graciously” offering you one of his shirts instead

- never teasing him too much about being clumsy and instead wordlessly helping him to clean up any messes made or kissing the spots that will soon bruise

- him tracing the letters to spell out ‘i love you’ on your stomach one night as you’re about to drift off to sleep only to have you turn in his arms and press a kiss to his lips as a bright smile grows on both of your faces

Minghao:

- forest green

- frogs

- feeling content with nights in and conversations about whatever comes to mind

- knowing you never have to question your love or the love he feels for you

- painting dates with soft music and red wine

- soft words of concern and asking if there’s anything you can do to help rather than anger or pushing the other to open up

- healthy amounts of independence and space whenever needed

- knowing the password to each other’s phones not because you asked but because it was given to you

- cute selfies that end up as lockscreens

- letting you pick out his outfit for the day and doing the same for you

- sharing jewelry and accessories and smiling like a fool whenever you see it become a focal point of his social media posts and thus a trending topic on twitter

- nose kisses

- forehead kisses

- overall fondness

- the sound of soft rain hitting the window

- slow dancing in your living room for no particular reason

- teasing him with old photos or videos he finds embarrassing but never taking it too far

- playing with each other’s hands mindlessly while sitting next to one another

- catching him staring at you longingly but never revealing what’s on his mind (he looks at you and sees the sun, the light that warms him and allows him to go about his days with peace of mind, the energy that’s essential and boundless, the heat that can be dangerous if not taken seriously, but most of all he sees the golden rays of hope and anticipation of the even brighter days to come. he hopes when you see him you see something just as bright and warm and loving in your universe but he thinks he’d be more than happy to be just a mere spec of dust in the grandness of your galaxy, as long as it meant the two of you would be together for as long as the stars burned in the night sky)

Seungkwan:

- peachy pink

- corgis

- wide eyes full of wonder

- playful teasing that ends in trapping the other in your arms

- neck kisses

- random facetime calls that last hours

- sending updates on each other’s days when you’re unable to answer a call

- memorizing orders and favorites just to surprise you with later on

- letting you do his makeup or hair just because you asked

- trapping you in a bone crushing hug as he loudly sings love songs to annoy you (you only ever laugh in response and hug him back)

- endless banter that is never meant to harm

- photo taking credits in captions on instagram

- bringing you up in conversation even if you’re not there because you’re all that’s on his mind anyway

- wanting to shout his love from the rooftops

- being able to bravely face the day ahead after waking up in each other’s arms

- enjoying the domestic and mundane moments more than anything else

- tangerines

- walks along the beach with your hands interlocked

- having a shared night routine

- him randomly patting a beat to a song you don’t recognize on your thigh or waist or wherever his hand has found home

- being each others biggest supporter

- singing you to sleep

- tight hugs that always come when you need them most but are too scared to ask

- being each others confidence booster

- him groaning about your cold hands/ feet when you fall into bed together after a tiring day

- always making sure he ends the day or call after seeing/ hearing you smile or laugh

- him never going a single day without making sure you hear him say he loves you (tours and time difference make it harder but he’s happy to send you voice messages as whatever time he can to make sure you don’t go a full 24 hours without hearing it)

Vernon:

- the gray of large buildings with bright lights shining on them

- headphones

- humming songs softly

- the motion of life and people moving all around you but not feeling alone or scared of it at all

- innocent smiles full of genuine love

- playfully pulling a hat or beanie down over the others eyes just to hear them snort in amusement

- resting heads on shoulders

- watching videos on a phone together

- sending pictures of cats with hearts around them as a love language

- trying to hold back excitement as you show each other things you love but knowing it’s hopeless as they can see right through your failed attempt of nonchalance

- making playlists together or for each other

- kisses on the cheek just to see the rosy blush that follows

- falling asleep backstage despite the noise and chaos surrounding you both because the only comfort you need is right next to you

- playing with each other’s hands and hair subconsciously

- making a list on his notes app about all your favorite things and places and the seemingly insignificant things you’ve told him over the years (never knowing he wrote it down as yet another reason to hold onto you and love you for as long as you’ll let him)

- trying on random sunglasses in stores and challenging each other on who can find the worst outfit combo in said store

- him randomly meowing to get your attention if you don’t respond to him

- asking questions in one language and getting a response in another

- genuinely shocking each other at times when you both are thinking about/ craving/ wanting the same thing (almost as if you’ve been together for years...)

- falling in love with your best friend

- the type to randomly gasp in excitement or send you a bunch of ‘!!!!’ only to explain it with something along the lines of ‘I just remembered we’re dating! and I get to kiss you and tell you I love you whenever I want!’

- lots of ‘I miss you’ texts

- you both having certain inside jokes about certain emojis or trends that no one else gets (’ok I didn’t mean to sent the violin emoji with that but...it’s still on brand’ ‘we were literally about to send nudes what do you mean it was on brand??’ ‘...violins can be sexy too :/’ ‘okay fair’)

- taking endless pictures of each other and cute selfies that might not make it onto his instagram but are always saved as a new lockscreen that changes to a new favorite picture of you a few days later (he can never really pick a favorite because his true favorite thing in life is you, and all you have to offer)

Chan:

- purple (the purple color of neon signs and flashing stage lights/ graphics behind your favorite artist on stage)

- childhood crushes

- tight hugs

- playfully pouting out your lips for a kiss as the other turns their head away with laughter

- endless inside jokes that are never shared

- nervously biting on your lower lip as you try to figure out how to show your lover you care but not wanting to mess it all up (being assured you could never mess up because what you both have together is real and meant to last for a long time)

- shy first everything’s together (first kiss together, first date together, first everythings because it’s the first time doing it together)

- the feeling of falling in love with your best friend and first love all in one

- loving to give you all his clothes

- saying his favorite version of you is bare faced and relaxed laying in his arms even when you groan at him for being so cheesy

- rolling your eyes at each other with a fond smile

- lighting up at the sight of you entering the room

- the excitement of learning new things about each other

- another one to blow raspberries on your face right after a soft kiss

- arcade dates

- always being ready to back each other up

- telling each other everything (he loves to hear about the latest drama that happened at work/ school, he’s ready to have his jaw drop at whatever Nancy from Accounting said this time)

- forcing him to eat, shower, brush his teeth, etc. after he comes home late

- speaking in hushed whispers, your words only meant to be shared between the two of you

- road trips 

- him giving you honest advice but never hurtful

- always wants to hold you

- the type to send you random pictures or videos with the caption ‘us’ (making your heart melt everytime)

- him returning your energy even with the strangest of things (the type to fully entertain you when you ask him things like ‘would you still love me if I was a worm?’ or ‘if we were both frogs would you let me onto your lilypad?’

- kisses shared under the moonlight as you stay over for the first time (not trying to escalate to anything more, but just needing to show the all encompassing love you feel for the other at that very moment or else your heart just might burst)

#Seventeen #svt #seventeen imagines #seventeen preferences #svt imagines #svt imagine #svt x reader #svt x female reader #seventeen x female reader #seventeen x reader #svt preferences #svt fluff #seventeen fluff #svt headcanons #seventeen headcanons

[lqvesoph]

treat you better (pt. 5)

gif by @yesloulou

paring: charles leclerc x reader

summary: max shows up at your doorstep wanting to talk to you

this is purely fiction!!

masterlist

| part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 |

Coming back from Austria felt like a fever dream.

You opened your eyes to the sight of a sleeping Charles next to you. His eyes were still shut, his long eyelashes laying softly on his cheek bones.

His upper body was exposed but he was laying on his stomach so you could only see his defined back.

You carefully reached out to stroke your fingertips over the soft skin of his cheek. When Charles' eyes fluttered, you pulled back.  

He opened his eyes and looked around confused, blinking a few times until he was more conscious.

"Bonjour, ma chérie", he chuckled, his voice raspy from the sleep. "I'm sorry for waking you", you mumbled but he only shook his head. "It's fine."

He looked at you for a few minutes, you getting lost in his green eyes.

"Je veux t'emmener à un rendez-vous, ma chérie", he whispered while stroking your cheek. "Uhm, oui? I guess. I have no idea what you just said", you chuckled, making Charles laugh.

"I want to take you on a date", he translated. "And I want to ask you out properly, not after a race while I'm sweaty and between hundreds of people."

You smiled. "Yes, I think I can arrange that", you said. "Tonight?", he asked whereupon you nodded. "Lily wanted to take Layla tonight anyway so that fits in perfectly", you told him.

After another twenty minutes of laying in bed you decided to drag yourself out of bed. "I'll get Layla", you told Charles after brushing your teeth.

He nodded, still a little sleepy.

You took your daughter out of bed and brought her with you to the kitchen.

"Can we go to the playground?", Layla asked when you sat her down in her chair. "You just got up, later alright?", you chuckled.

"Charles!!", she called, which made you turn around to see the man standing in the entrance to your kitchen, dressed in black joggers and a white shirt, while his hair was still slightly wet.

You smiled at his sight and your smile only grew when he playfully started to tickle Layla.

Then you turned around and continued making breakfast for the three of you.

"Anyone want some eggs?", you called, turning around to see Charles and Layla still talking. "Charles is going to the playground with me", she announced, clapping her hands.

You raised a brow while putting some egg on each of your plates. “Uh huh”, you smiled and sat down across from Charles. “But we will eat first”, your daughter laughed.

After breakfast, Charles took your daughter to her room and got her dressed in a cute blue floral summer dress.

“Is that alright? I don’t know much about dressing children but I know she likes that dress, so I thought-“, he rambled but was cut of by you putting your lips on his. “It’s perfect, thank you. And thank you for taking her to the playground”, you smiled and on Charles’ face spread a smile as well.

“No problem, I know you need some time for yourself, I’m gladly doing this”, he spoke with that gorgeous smile of his, the dimples showing.

“Charles, look at my shoes! They are red, just like your car!”, Layla called, running towards the both of you. Charles kneeled down to meet the little girl’s eye and acted surprised. “Wow, oh my god, they are beautiful”, he smiled.

“Es-tu prêt à partir?“, Charles asked the girl who nodded with a big grin on her face. “Oui”, Layla laughed, grabbing his hand before waving goodbye to you with the other. “You taught her French?”, you called surprised, which made Charles chuckle.

“Only a little bit”, he smiled and gave you a gentle kiss. “Bye”, he murred. “Goodbye, Mummy!”, Layla called before both of them walked out of the door.

You smiled at the sight of Layla tightly gripping Charles’ much bigger hand with her small one.

You furrowed your brows when you heard the doorbell ring. Charles and Layla hadn’t been gone that long for them to be back already. You put down the kitchen towel and made your way to the door.

You couldn’t hide your surprise when you opened the door and saw Max standing in the hallway.

“Oh”, you said. “Hi, what are you doing here?”

“I came to talk to you”, he admitted, making you frown. “Okay, what about?”, you asked, still standing in the doorway. “Can I come in?”, Max questioned, ignoring your question.

 You nodded, stepping aside so he could enter your apartment.

“Where’s Layla?”, he asked after you closed the door. “Uhm, she’s not here”, you dodged the question. “Yes, I figured, her favorite shoes aren’t here”, Max said, pointing to the shelf where your shoes stood.

“She’s at the playground with Lily”, you lied, leaning against the kitchen counter. Max looked around your apartment, over the red flowers on the counter and the pictured on the wall. His gaze stopped at the one of Charles, you and Layla. It was taken after Charles’ win in Austria. The three of you stood in front of the Ferrari hospitality, smiling widely and Layla was holding Charles’ trophy.

He tore his gaze away from the picture only to find the bright red Ferrari jacket that hung over one of the chairs at the kitchen counter.

You cleared your throat, trying to gain his attention. “What did you come to talk about?”, you asked, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“I’m sorry for what happened, can you forgive me? Please?”, he spoke and you couldn’t believe his words. “I’m sorry, come again. You what?”, you called, frowning.

Silence fell over the both of you. But before you could speak up again, Max had taken a few steps forward and pressed his lips on yours. By the force of his footsteps you stepped back a little, Max’s hands cupping your cheeks.

Immediately you pushed him back. “What the heck was that?”, you called furiously. “I want you back, I want Layla, I want us to be a family”, the words flooded out of his mouth. You chuckled humorless.

“No”, you simply said, making Max blink a few times. “But-“, he tried to speak but was interrupted by you.

"No! You can't just decide you suddenly want me again! Not after three years, not after you broke my heart and left me while I was pregnant with your daughter! You don't get to do that!", you yelled, pushing him further back.

"Schattje, I-"

You raised your hand, signaling him to shut up. "No! Max, don't. You don't get to pull this shit now after you've seen I finally moved on", you spoke, now in a calmer voice.

Max looked down. He knew he screwed big time. He knew he shouldn't have left you back then. He knew he shouldn't go back to you and ask you to take him back, after you've found someone new. But it was bothering him who you found a new lover in. His rival.

"I'm really sorry for what I did", he whispered, looking back up into your eyes.

You watched the blue eyes that you had undyingly loved for so many years. You understood. He was sorry for how things ended and he was sorry for showing up here, because even after all these months you were still able to read those dreamy blue eyes perfectly.

"I should go", Max added, turning around and opening the door. Only to reveal your daughter and Charles standing in front of it. The Ferrari driver already having the keys to unlock your apartment door in his hands.

"Oh", he made, a surprised expression crossing his face at the sight of Max. The latter looked down on his daughter whose hand was tightly in Charles'. She was still wearing the white summer dress Charles had put her in earlier today but added to that was the way too big red Ferrari jacket around her body.

Max swallowed hard at the sight of his daughter gripping another man's hand, in said man's team wear and then looked back at you. “Lily?”, he huffed, before pushing past Charles quickly, not even talking a word to his daughter.

Layla looked up at Charles, confusion clearly visible on her face, while Charles looked at you.

"He came to apologize", you told him, still looking into the distance before making eye contact with Charles. "Now? After what, 3 years?", he asked, entering your apartment and closing the door behind them.

You nodded, squatting down to meet your daughter’s eyes. You put on a smile and brushed a loose hair strand out of her face. "How was your day with Charles?", you smiled, changing topics because you didn't want to have your daughter listening to the convention.

She clapped her hands. "Great!! Charles gave me his jacket!", she squealed, holding up her hands that were completely covered with the way too long red jacket.

You opened your mouth and acted surprised. "What a gentleman he is", you replied, glancing up to see Charles looking at the interaction with a adoring smile on his face.

"Do you want to take it off?", you asked, offering your hands to help her. But Layla stepped back and pulled her hands to her body again. She shook her head. "No, I like it. I like red", she giggled, Charles heart bursting with pride.

You smirked and lifted a brow. "Really?", you asked, whereupon your daughter nodded. "It's my favorite colour", the little girl added before taking off her shoes and throwing herself on the couch.

You stood up again to finally greet Charles. "Hey", you mumbled with smile. He opened his arms and pulled you close immediately, you wrapped your arms around his middle while his were around your neck. You breathed in his scent, something that always calmed you down.

Charles put a soft kiss on your hair, before taking your face into his hands, making you look at him.

"He apologized?", Charles asked. You nodded. "I told him, he doesn't get to pull that shit three years later, after what he did", you replied, burying your face in his chest.

"He kissed me", you then added carefully. You weren't scared of Charles reaction towards you, because you knew he would never be mad at you for it. You were more worried, he'd go after Max.

"He what?", Charles raised his voice, pulling back a little. "I pushed him back immediately", you told him but Charles wasn't having it. "What does he think gives him the right to do that?!", he called slightly, careful not to be too loud for Layla to hear.

"Please, don't make a big deal out of it. I pushed him away immediately. It wasn't right of him and he knows it. I just want to forget it, to be honest. I want to forget the whole day after you and Layla left", you told him. You didn't have the energy to keep up with an argument now and you didn't want Charles and Max to have one either.

"But-",

You put a finger on Charles' lips to keep him from talking. "Shh", you whispered, removing your finger and replacing it with your lips.

"Mummy, can we watch Disney?", Layla's voice called from the living room. "Yes, please!", Charles called back, making Layla giggle.

Both of you smiled at the sound.

"Do I get to choose the movie?", Charles asked when joining your daughter on the couch. She was still wrapped in his jacket.

"Depends on if I like it", she replied with a giggle.

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Meine Top-Einträge im Jahr 2022:

#5

Ever think... Sully eventually became Dean Junior's childhood friend?

Not because DJ needed him. But because Sully always kept an eye out for Sam, and he was so damn proud of him becoming a father. He just couldn't resist to visit DJ every now and then, and play with him.

One day, Sam heard DJ talking in his room. He went to check on him.

"Who're you talking to, buddy?"

"To Sully. He says you a he'o and uncle Dean was too! Like my Spidey, only cooler!"

Sam's smile made his dimples show, as his eyes scanned the apparently empty room.

"Hey, Sully. Good to know you're around for DJ."

153 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 13. Februar 2022

#4

Random SPN POSITIVITY

15 Seasons. 327 Episodes. So much to like about this show.

Name one episode you like.

(Yes, I know. Again with the Just One rule.🙈 But it doesn't have to be your favourite episode -which is impossible to pick anyway- , it can be any random episode you like. Let's see if we get a big variety of good episodes together. ❤)

Here's mine:

Just My Imagination

183 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 29. Januar 2022

#3

He's BREATHTAKING

Foto by @_AlanaKing_ on Twitter.

221 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 5. Juni 2022

#2

In the finale, right before Sam is leaving the bunker for good after Dean died, there's a moving shadow in form of a human silhouette on the wall under the stairs. It's someone on set walking through the lightning, for sure. But my headcanon is, its Dean’s ghost. Dean only left for heaven once Sam was ready to step out of the bunker into a future without his brother. Only left once he saw Sam looking forward. And it fits with the narrative too, because only after this shot do we get to see Dean in heaven.

(I wish I could gif this part of the video. It's a blink and you'll miss it moment, but so obvious if you know.)

470 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 21. August 2022

Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

It's the strangest thing. But in Sam and Dean's heaven, the weeks have only six days. There's no Tuesdays. It takes Dean a while to realise.

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[mobtism]

IDs 1-6: Screenshots of mobtism's Mob Psycho 100 themed carrd. The main background is a purple & blue gradient, starting from bottom left (purple) to top right (blue), and it has a diagonal line pattern. The background of each page is a color similar to a lilac purple. Each section has a still gif accompanied with it.

ID 1: The first page has a brick wall pattern, with a still-gif from the season 2 opening displayed. It shows Teru, Reigen, Mob, and Ritsu, all standing next to each other, posing differently. Dimple is also there, posed above Ritsu. The button on this page is labeled "Get ready! Wake your psyche up Mob!"

ID 2: The gif is from the season 2 opening. Teru is set toward the back-left, stanced with his arms outstretched at his sides and his legs apart. The ground he's standing on is blue, and the background is red, yellow, orange, and green in stripes. There are multiple different repeating hand gestures in the background, shooting out away from Teru and toward the right of the image. The description reads:

"Nick - 20 - Vi/Vis

Hi I'm Nick and I'll be your wizard mutual🌠

I love posting my thoughts and talking a lot <3

I'm passionate about voice acting and music. 🎶

I also enjoy videogames & anime🫶"

There's a button with a left-facing arrow that reads "Maybe you can be..."

ID 3: At the top, there is a button that continues "What you want to be!" with a right-facing arrow.

Description:

"STUFF I LOVE

My favorite colors are red, yellow, and light neon blue. Winter is my favorite season, and snow feels like home to me. I love dogs & reptiles!

Bug type Pokémon are my favorite, especially Kricketot and Kricketune!"

The gif is from the season 1 opening. The background has a psychedelic rainbow pattern. The Telepathy Club members are each standing beside each other at the bottom of the gif, and the Psychic Lab kids are at the top of the gif, upside down. Both groups are holding hands with their respective members, doing a dance similar to "the wave."

ID 4: At the top, there's a button with a left facing arrow that reads "Your life is your own!" The header for this section reads "Music" and the description reads:

"Music is my special interest!!! I can play key instruments. I own a keyboard piano, melodica, kalimba, and a pocket synth. I want to learn to play the violin, cello, and harp!

My all-time favorite band is Good Kid!!! My favorite song ever is Drifting. <3 Currently listening to: FAKE TYPE." The gif at the bottom of the section shows Reigen stepping on a guitar pedal that says "Distortion" which is from season 3's opening.

ID 5: The section starts with a gif of Tome's colorful thought explosion, with multiple different characters and creatures "exploding" out of the top of her head. This gif is from season one's opening. This section is titled "Interests" and reads:

"Mob Psycho 100 is my biggest interest!!! I love it with my whole heart. My favorite characters are Serizawa, Tome, Teru, Minegishi, and Mob!

Other interests:

Gokurakugai - Link Click - Hell's Paradise

Ace Attorney - Trigun - Demon Slayer - Sk8 the Infinity

Dragon Ball - Naruto - Fire Force - Life is Strange" The button at the bottom has a right pointing arrow, and it reads "Exist... Exist..."

ID 6: This page has a horizontal chevron pattern, and the gif is from season 3's opening, which shows a bunch of hands doing different gestures. The most prominent one in the gif is Ritsu and Teru shaking hands. The button reads "one and only one." and there are three links below it: Back to Tumblr, Greatest Hits, and Pronouns Page. End ID.

ID 7 & 8: Screenshots of skylightz pronoun page.

Profile picture is a round icon of Tashiro Gonzaborou, an anime character with dyed yellow hair which has grown out to show his brown roots; he has green eyes and is wearing a green jacket. He’s smiling, and pointing up towards him. The background behind him is a light yellow, and there’s a little red star next to his finger.

The description says, “if you refer to me by my neos im kissing you on the mouth. if you dont? well… good luck charlie [starts beating u up]” Age 20.

Flags shown are: Autigender, Nonbinary, Transgender, Bisexual, Ace-Spec, and Gender Avoidant.

The flag for Ace-Spec was added in by the user, and instead shows a png of a box of Dean’s Country Fresh Christmas Trees ice cream. The Gender Avoidant flag was also added in, and shows two cartoonish human-shaped silhouettes, lined white on a black background. The one on the left is fully scribbled in white, and is labeled “gender 100%”. The figure on the right is not filled in, but has “0% gender” and “Me!” labeled on it in red.

Names column:

Favorite: Nick, Holly, and Any Nicknames!!

Close friends only: Nicholas

Likes: Hollis or Apollo

Pronouns column:

Favorite: vi/vis and star/stars

Likes: he/him and they/them

Dislikes: she/her

The next screenshot shows four lists of words that shows Nick's comfortability with each word.

First list shows:

Favorite: Myst., Mr., sir, and [no honorific]

Likes: Mx. and comrade

Joke use only: Madam, Ma'am, Ms.

Dislikes: sai, mir, shazam, zam

Second list:

Favorite: Guy, man, dude, bestie, buddy, pal, bro, king

Likes: Person

Joke only: boy, girl

Dislikes: sib, woman, lady, sis, queen

Third list:

Favorite: Pretty, handsome, hot, queer

Likes: Cute, fruit/fruity, gayass

Close friends only: F slur

Joke only: sexy

Fourth list:

Favorite: Partner, boyfriend, husband, beloved

Likes: Joyfriend, friend

Close friends only: Darling

Dislikes: Wife, kissmate, girlfriend, boo. End ID.

#✨ #⭐️