#i think that ur 6 hours behind me

[pinkanonhopes]

hii lee hi

hii edo hi

#edo is ur new nickname btw #if u even care #askjfskahskfjh #anyhow good morning!!!!! #i'm posting this when it's like the middle of the night for u i guess #i think that ur 6 hours behind me #so now to you should be smth like..... 5.40 am??? #here it's morning!!!! late morning!!!!!! #almost noon #i woke up a bit weird cause i had a therapy appointment but i forgot so i slept through it basically #but my therapist is chill so he said it's okay #now i'm doing good!!!!! #idk how to spend my time tho #i know what i should be doing which is summer homework but i don't want tooooo #ugh. i totally should #anyway. sorry for the long tags. ily. bye #xoxoxo #leo's askbox #ollipop!!! :>

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

It's a Match! || 141 x reader

[ Chapter 8 ] || [ Chapter 10 ]

Pairing: Ghost x gn!Reader || 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.2K~ Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: i think Ghost always steals Soap's hygiene products bc he cannot be arsed to buy some for himself.

Chapter 9: Drinks?

The moment the helo touched down, the soldiers descended, each of them parting ways as they went about their regular business, returning their gear to the armory, debriefing, showering, eating…

Almost a whole hour after their arrival, Simon threw himself down onto his bed, his skin dewy from the shower, his hair combed to the front and dripping over his face.

He popped open the top drawer of his nightstand and fished out his phone and charger. He set the charger up and turned on the phone as it charged up.

Simon didn’t often use his iPhone. Sometimes he forgot he even had it. The only times he did was to check Soap’s and Gaz’s insta/snap stories (because he liked being up to date on what they were doing) and when they were all on leave and had parted ways, so he could check the groupchat. 

Once the phone turned on, he immediately beelined for Tinder and opened the app. The app lagged a bit at first but, open loading up, he saw it.

99+ likes, 99+ messages.

The big majority of them were girls, too young for him, thirsting for him, even with his face being hidden. He always knew he could attract people, so it didn’t exactly surprise him.

Rolling his eyes, he flicked his finger over the screen until he found your chat and clicked on it.

Simon: I’m back and in one piece. Simon: I think you need to wish me luck more often.

He didn’t expect you to answer him immediately, even if it was only 6 P.M. on a Tuesday and you’d likely be at home and free, considering the job you listed on your profile.

However, the Read notification popped up under his text almost immediately and your dm came right after without the app even announcing you were typing.

you: omg i was literally JUST checking to see if you had said anything you: welcome back!

The text made a smirk take over his scarred lips before he bit the bottom one and typed out a reply.

Simon: Have you been waiting to hear from me for 3 weeks? you: noooo Simon: That’s frankly adorable. Simon: Didn’t think I’d have gotten in your head that strongly. you: oh piss off simon. you: ur not that great. Simon: You’re still texting me. you: sooo???? Simon: So, I can’t be that terrible. Simon: Got your attention, didn’t I? you: oh piss off you: ur so cocky and for what Simon: Not cocky. Just sure of myself. you: no Simon. No? you: no 😤 Simon: Okay then. Simon: Suddenly not sure of myself because you deemed it so. Simon: I’m very insecure now. Simon: Is that better? you: stop being such a bloody smartass 🙄🙄🙄 Simon: You’re breaking my heart, sweetheart. Simon: I can’t take this. Simon: Going to go hug my pillow and cry some more. you: oh no you: i’m making the giant cry? 😱 Simon: Is that a dig at my height? you: YES Simon: My God, I’m going to cry even more. Simon: I’m being bullied. you: good!!! 😤 Simon: I’m making you pay for my therapy. you: pay for it yourself!!!! 🙄 Simon: How about I pay for dinner for the two of us one of these days instead?

You didn’t answer immediately after that. You always did that whenever he flirted with you and spoke about taking you out.

Simon had a shit-eating grin on his face, imagining that you were all annoyed at him behind the screen. He was right in guessing you were shy about going out, he assumed.

you: no. you: but you can buy me a drink tonight.

His jaw dropped and his eyebrows raised just a bit.

Simon: It’s a Tuesday night, are you sure? Simon: You know going out for drinks on a Tuesday is usually a sign of alcoholism? you: ur backing out now? you: wheres all that bravado of yours? Simon: Oh no, sweetheart. I’m not backing out, I’m asking if you’re sure. you: if i wasnt i wouldnt have invited you. Simon: Fair enough. Simon: Where? you: the same pub i met up with john at maybe? Simon: Rog. Simon: 30 minutes. you: i need longer to get ready. Simon: That’s fine. I’ll still be there in 30. you: are you going to be wearing the mask? Simon: 🤷‍♂️ you: SIMON you: YOU CAN’T BE PULLING OUT THE EMOJIS LIKE THIS you: YOU STARTLE ME EVERY TIME. Simon: Good. Simon: See you soon.

Setting the phone down on the mattress, Simon got up from bed and took off his towel, tossing it over the back of his desk chair before opening the top drawer of his tall dresser, grabbing a pair of black boxer briefs and putting them on.

Then, he rummaged through the other drawers looking for his one ‘going out shirt’™️ (which was actually a black long-sleeve compression shirt) which he put on along with a pair of dark jeans. It was a simple outfit. 

Then he slipped on some black boots. He threw on a leather jacket over that and tucked a black neck gaiter into the neckline of the t-shirt, hiking it up to cover his mouth and nose.

Barely a minute later, he was making his way into Soap’s room and across the small space that separated him from the bathroom. 

“Going somewhere, L.T.?” Soap probed from his spot at his desk, eyebrows raised and his eyes locked on the older man’s with intrigue. He rarely saw Ghost in civvies and even more rarely did he see him without a hoodie.

Unlike Ghost, Soap had made his officer’s quarters into his own living space, having brought in a gaming computer and chair, a small beanbag, and had plenty of knick-knacks around.

“Going out.” Ghost said simply as he grabbed Soap’s hair gel and squirted a glob of it into his hand before lathering them and using them to run through his blond locks which were exposed without the hoodie or signature balaclava.

“Out? On a date?” Soap asked Ghost as he quickly jogged up to the bathroom door, watching as Ghost fiddled with his hair.

“No. Just drinks.” Ghost replied as he tugged a bit as his hair to make it stand up straight. 

“Is this someone you found on Tinder…?” Soap probed as he leaned his shoulder on the bathroom door, a boyish grin on his lips.

Ghost looked over at Soap out of the corner of his eye as he finished fiddling with his hair and rinsed his hands under ice cold water in the sink.

Soap took Ghost’s silence as an affirmative response. “Pro’lly a shag too, hm?” He joked, earning him another glance out of the corner of his eye. “Bloody hell, L.T. tell me all about it later, yea?” He laughed.

“Fuck no.” Ghost added as he grabbed one of Soap’s cologne bottles and raised it up for a sniff before scowling at the scent and setting it down again.

“Aw, c’mon L.T.!” He pleaded. 

“Get your own date, MacTavish.” Then, he just made his way right out the door, forcing Soap to move out of the way, looking a bit like a wounded puppy. 

“I’m not getting anything interesting on there!” Soap lamented with a sigh.

“No? Well, I’m sorry for you, then, Johnny.” Ghost quipped as he opened the door again and stepped out into the hall, leaving Soap behind.

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[propertyofwicked]

SECRETS part 4 - LN

content warnings: fluff, angst, drama (the whole shabang).

ur girl is going back to working full time tomorrow so if we have slow updates blame my place of work. also, im still recovering from the 4am wakeup and lando p3

part 1 -> part 2 -> part 3 -> part 4 -> part 5 -> part 6 -> part 7!

“max pick up the damn phone,” y/n said, taking great strides across the paddock towards the car park. once again, the phone call had gone to voicemail. she clicked his contact details, ringing him again. only this time, it didn’t even ring. the phone went straight to voicemail. and to add to the matter, max’s car had disappeared from the car park.

y/n sat on the empty floor of the empty parking spot her brothers car had been in, opening up her phone to check the time and send a message to max, she probably should’ve waited for the mix of fear and anger to fade, but here she was, tapping aggressively at the screen of her phone.

if you think you can ignore me forever, you’ve got another thing coming

dont think you can jump to conclusions and throw a childlike strop about this.

but of course, the messages stayed on delivered for hours. it was at least 2 hours before lando’s caller id popped up on her phone, still with no word from max.

“hey, where did you go? mum said something about you walking off,” lando asked her the moment she answered the call.

“currently? i’m sat on the floor of the car park. where are you - ill walk over now,” she said bluntly. he stayed on the line until she entered the mclaren unit.

“y/n? what do you mean max has left?” panic rising in his voice as she walked up to him, his hands coming to rest on her waist.

“i mean he’s left. gone. driven off,” she said with a shrug, “he won’t answer my calls, hasn’t read my texts, he’s just gone.”

“he might be at the hotel? we’ll drive over in a bit and see?”

“i don’t think we should do anything, i think we might have done enough damage for one day.”

“y/n your brother has just driven off. you should at least try and check if he’s at the hotel.”

“fine, but i’m going alone.”

“let me try and talk to him first, you never know something might’ve happened with P?” lando said, still stroking her hips softly, desperately trying to think of any reason that his best friend had up and left.

4 unanswered calls later, and lando and y/n found themselves sat on the sofa in his driving room again, her head laying on her lap as he stroked her hair, trying to resolve the anxiety.

“i don’t care what he thinks, y/n. i feel so strongly about you and i think i have for years.”

“i think i have too. but i hate the thought of people disliking me, let alone my own brother.”

“i know, angel. he’ll come around soon, i promise.”

“that man held a grudge against me for years when i accidentally scraped the side of his kart when i was 12,” she said, laughing sadly at the memory of their parents having to sit them down in the living room and make them apologise to each other. the moment was quickly interrupted by her phone ringing, max’s caller id popping up on the screen.

“ma-”

“no. don’t talk to me. you two have lied to my face for years about this. lando promised me he would never even think about you in that way. and you, i don’t know what ive done to you for you to go behind my back and fuck my best friend but it’s not on.”

“max i-” lando tried to reason with him.

“oh, of course he’s there. just waiting for the moment i left to start fucking my sister, didn’t you?”

“it’s not like that, max.”

“no? then what is it like? ‘cos from where im standing it’s pretty clear he’s been waiting years to take advantage of my little sister,” he argued down the phone, venom rolling off his tongue.

“take advantage of me?” she scoffed, moving to sit up and hold the phone next to her mouth, “who the fuck do you think you are to talk to or about me in that way? who gave you the audacity to believe you have any control over who i choose to date? you couldn’t care less about protecting me, you only care about protecting yourself," she said, her voice raising and her finger moving to point as if he were stood in front of her.

“he’s not right for you.”

“that’s your opinion max. if you can’t trust me, or lando for that matter, then why should i bother giving you a moment more to talk down to me?”

lando sat silently next to her, playing with his own fingers. this was not his fight to fight right now. he’d speak to max privately later, right now, he knew y/n needed to stand up for herself, and god was she smashing it.

“why can’t you just listen to me?” max sighed, defeated, “i know what’s good for yo-”

“go fuck yourself,” she said, hanging up the call, and dropping her phone on the floor besides her. lando’s arms move to behind her waist, pulling her back to rest into him on the sofa. the room fell into silence.

“im sorry,” she mumbled.

“don’t be sorry. this is on him, and me. i should’ve told him the truth the first time round. hell, i should’ve told you the truth earlier.”

“i’ve ruined your big day, lan. p2 - you should be celebrating, not arguing with your best friend.”

“im with you - that’s celebration enough,” he said, happy to see her smile for the first time in hours. she moved to lay her head back down on lando’s lap, this time looking up at him. a knock on the door brought the two of them back to reality, and cisca walked in, adam trailing slightly behind.

y/n contemplated moving, jumping away from the boy who was currently running his hands through her hair, but it had only been 4 hours of hiding whatever was going on between the two of them and she was already bored of keeping up the pretence.

“y/n, love, did you find max?” cisca asked, eyes softening at the scene unfolding in front of her. had she secretly wished for this for years? maybe.

“yea, he um, he went home.”

“he’s not happy about this, is he?” adam said, pointing between the two of you, yet even he couldn’t help but smile slightly.

“not happy, fuming, absolutely raging - i guess you could say that,” she replied, laughing slightly to ease any tensions.

“he’ll come around lovely, he can’t stay mad at you. you’re his sister after all.”

“i love that you think so highly of my brother, cisca. he will go to the grave holding this grudge if he can.”

“ill talk to him later ang- y/n,” lando said, correcting himself quickly, not comfortable enough yet to be overly affectionate in front of his parents.

“good luck with that,” y/n joked, patting him on the arm sadly.

later that evening, y/n found herself sat on the floor of lando’s hotel rifling through her bag to find her pyjamas. earlier, her and lando had driven to her hotel room, to find that max had packed his stuff and left as expected. she didn’t want to be alone, and lando didn’t want to leave her alone. her phone began to ring, and she answered it praying it wasn’t max.

“y/n the videos of you are going feral on twitter right now,” her best friend, caitlin, shouted down the phone the moment she picked up.

“stop it - what are people saying?”

“erm, some people think it’s cute?” he friend responded, voice laced in slight worry.

“…and the rest of them think im a slut?” y/n added, but her friend only responded with a hum.

“what’s max said?”

“from what i remember, he drove off leaving me stranded at the track and then rang me to say i was making a mistake, i was a liar and he never wanted to speak to me or lando ever again.”

“taking it well then,” the girl responded, y/n could hear her eyes rolling. at that moment, lando emerged from the bathroom, with just a towel hanging around his waist. any words y/n intended to say got stuck in her throat. he took strides towards her, noticing she was on the phone and pressing a kiss to the top of her head, before moving to his own suitcase to find a change of clothes.

“y/n…are you in lando’s room right now?”

“maybe?” y/n responded in a guilty tone, quieter than she had before, glad lando couldn’t hear the girl on the other side of the phone. however, he seemed to clock on to the question from the small grin on her face.

“girl why did you answer the phone? go spend time with your new controversial boyfriend.”

“he’s not my b- you know what, i’m gonna go.”

“dont do anything i wouldn’t do, stay safe!” her friend added cheerily, laughing as she ended the call. cheery was the furthest emotion from what y/n felt at this moment in time.

once y/n was in her pyjamas, she moved her way back into the room, lando was sat up in bed, his back resting on the headboard, phone in hand. he looked up as she walked in, patting the spot next to him for her to join. her face fell into a look that screamed apprehension.

“y/n nothing bad will happen if you get into this bed and cuddle with me.”

“something bad already happened,” she said, climbing under the duvet next to him nonetheless. his hand reached behind her waist pulling her into his chest, her head coming to rest on him.

“im happy this happened, but im not happy about every thing that’s happening as a result," she told him, her eyes blinking slowly as the exhaustion from todays drama caught up with her.

“i know baby,” he responded, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, “get some sleep. we’ll sort this out tomorrow, i promise.”

★ ☆ ✦ ✧ ✩ ✶

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[prettyinpurplelights]

hii ur writing is SOO SOO good im practically going insane over ur mbappe writings. could u pls write smth about mbappe being sick and reader having to take care of him but he's just enjoying being a brat and clinging to reader ? like imagine taking care of this manchild. imagine the HAVOC he would wreck if he didn't get a kiss from his gf

HOUR OF NEED

Heyy, thank you for your lovely words, means so much 🫶🏿 hope this is okay!

“You’re leaving me here all by myself? This is your fault.” Your boyfriend sniffles, pouting as you put on your jacket, ready to leave the house.

“I warned you about kissing me last week when I was sick.”

“But your mouth was so nice and warm.”

“And now here we are.”

“So you’re going to abandon me in my hour of need?”

“Kylian, it’s just a cold. You’ll survive.” You roll your eyes.

“I hope you know those may be your last words to me. Ever! Who knows if I’ll still be alive and breathing when you get back.” He shivers dramatically and you grab your bag, placing your phone in your coat pocket.

“I spent all day yesterday playing nurse Ky, I have to go to the office.”

“And you think if nurses just left their patients before they got better, anyone would recover?”

“You are a ridiculous man Kylian Mbappe. You have a runny nose and a high temperature, just keep hydrated and take your pills. I’ll see you at 6.” You reach over to kiss his forehead and he rolls over and pulls the covers high over his head.

“You don’t deserve to kiss me.” His voice his muffled under the blankets and you laugh.

“Whatever you big baby.” You call as you shut the bedroom door behind you.

————

“So if we push the campaign from this angle, I think the overall engagement would-“

PING!

Your phone buzzes for the hundredth time in the last 10 minutes since you started giving your pitch to the newest clients at your firm. You reach for your phone to turn it off, apologising profusely, when it starts ringing and you see your boyfriend’s face lighting up the screen.

“I’m so sorry, I just have to take this very quickly, I really apologise.” You hold your hands in a prayer sign before scrambling out of the office with the phone to your ear.

“Kylian, what the hell do you want.”

“Y/N…” his voices sounds strained and breathless, and you immediately begin to worry.

“Kyky? Baby what’s wrong?”

“I just…can you…” He coughs violently and you wince. He really doesn’t sound good, and you feel start to feel a little guilty for leaving him alone. “Can you…come home please? E…Emergency.” He croaks out that last part, as though he doesn’t have the energy to do anything else.

“Oh baby. I’ll be there as soon as I can okay? I’m sorry for not taking you seriously. I’m leaving the office as soon as I can.”

“Thank you,” he breathes before hanging up abruptly and you think the absolute worst. Maybe it wasn’t just a cold, maybe it was something worse, and now he’s alone and confused and deteriorating. You head back into the conference room, chewing on the inside of your cheek anxiously.

“Everything okay Y/N?” Your boss asks.

“Yes, ummm, it’s just my boyfriend is really ill right now, and he’s just called me and he doesn’t sound too good so I’m a bit worried that’s all. But we can get this pitch finished up and I’ll go and quickly see him on my lunch break-“

“Kylian is ill?” He says, shocked as if you’d just told him his own mother on was on her death bed. “Oh no, you must go to him right away. We have the PowerPoint and your notes, Lisa can finish your pitch.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes of course, I hope he makes a speedy recovery.”

“Thank you so much, and I really am sorry.” You disconnect your laptop from the hdmi cable connected to the project and slide it into your handbag.

“Don’t worry about it Y/N, please let us know how he’s doing tomorrow, you don’t have to come in if he’s still not feeling well.” He smiles. You thank him one last time before rushing out of the office and down to the elevator to the underground car park. You barely lock your seatbelt in place before hightailing it out of the building.

“Kylian!” You yell as soon as you make it back into the apartment. You drop your bag at the door and hurry up the steps, taking them two at time. It’s not long before you’re bursting into the bedroom. “Ky, baby what’s wrong? Have your symptoms gotten worse?” You sit on the bed, taking his sweaty face into your hands. “I’m sorry for leaving you baby.”

“You’re back.” He croaks.

“Of course,” you sigh leaning in to kiss him and he lets you this time. “What was so urgent?”

“I…the bistro is out of chicken soup and I really want some chicken soup, I was wondering if you could make some for me please?” You drop his head, and he falls back onto the pillow violently.

“Ouch!” He moans, rubbing his head.

“Kylian…” you close your eyes, your right hand pressing on the bridge of your nose. “Kylian, do not tell me you pulled me out of work because you want FUCKING SOUP!”

“I missed you too?” He pouts.

“Kylian! I was in an important meeting with my boss!”

“The one that’s the PSG fan? I’ll have someone send him some tickets to our next game, he’ll be fine.” You roll your eyes.

“Of course that’s why he let me leave the office without hesistation….but that’s not the point Ky!”

“Look babe, I’m sorry for making you leave work.” He doesn’t look sorry in the slightest and it pisses you off even more. “But I mean…you’re here now? So…”

“So???”

He opens his arms, his eyes wide as he smiles. “Come spend the day in bed with me.” You throw a pillow at him, landing in the space his open arms created, before storming out of the room.

“Where are you going?” He calls out.

“To make YOUR FUCKING SOUP!“ you shout back. “Tu es un putain d’idiot!”

———

You feel someone’s arms wrap around you as you’re stirring the soup and you shrug your shoulders.

“Get off me Kylian.” You mumble.

“Are you mad at me?” He asks, holding you tighter as he presses a kiss into your neck.

“Kylian Mbappe Lottin, I’m within an arms reach of very sharp objects. Get the fuck off me.”

“No.” He insists, burying his head further into your neck. “I want to hug you. I read somewhere hugs and kisses when you’re sick are very healing.” He moves from behind you to stand by your side, his arms around your shoulders instead, leaning forward with his eyes closed and lips pursed. You shove the teaspoon you were using to taste the soup into his mouth instead and push him off you as you untie your apron and place it on the work surface.

“You can keep your kisses. I’m not trying to get sick again.”

“You kissed me earlier when you came back?”

“Yeah when I thought you were on your death bed you manipulative man child.”

“Oh Y/N, come on!” He whines, stomping his feet. “I’m not a baby.” You look at his stomping foot and raise an eyebrow. He stops and his lips turn up in a little smile. “Okay fine, maybe I am a baby. But I’m your baby. And your baby is sick and needs you. He needs your kisses. Desperately or he might drop to the floor right now.”

“Drop. I don’t care, I’m not kissing you.”

“But I said I’m sorry!” He groans.

“And you’re forgiven. But I’m not kissing you. I don’t want to get sick again.”

“Actually,” he says, coming up to you as you reach into a cabinet above the sink to grab two bowls. “Since I caught this cold from you, it’s the same strain, and you can’t catch a cold twice with the same strain of virus. So you can kiss me as much as you want.”

“And since when did you become Dr. Mbappe.”

“I did some reading in the 3 hours you abandoned me.” You slide past him and start serving up the soup in the bowls.

“Good for you.”

He takes the bowls from you and sets them on the island before backing you up against the counter. The blanket around his shoulders falls to the floor as he rests his arms either side of you on the granite worktop, trapping your body between his.

“Just one kiss.” He whispers against your lips, his face barely an inch from yours. “Please. Just one.”

“Fine.” You press your lips against his lightly, ready to pull away but his hands cage your face, and he presses his lips harder against yours, deepening the kiss. You both pull away eventually breathless, your hand around his neck.

“Better?” You ask in a low voice.

“I’m cured.” He murmurs, before he suddenly recoils and sneezes all over your face.

“DUDE!” You shout, pushing him away as you reach for a tissue.

“Well, almost cured.” He laughs, stopping when he sees your stone cold expression, your eyes shooting daggers at him. You shove his bowl of soup into his chest and go to sit on the sofa with yours. You soon feel Kylian snuggle up next to you, lying down dramatically with his hand over his forehead.

“I suddenly feel weak and dizzy, I don’t think I can hold myself up Y/N.”

“What? You want me to feed you the soup now?”

“If you insist.” He smirks.

“You are unbelievable,” You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling too as you pick up the bowl and hold a spoonful to his lips.

“I also think a kiss in between each spoonful will really help speed up my recovery process.” He nods as he slurps the soup from the spoon.

“You know what, you should legally change your name to Mbaby.”

“Haha funny.” He retorts. He points to the soup, then his lips before opening his mouth wide. You intentionally put the bowl down and pull out your phone, flipping the camera to selfie mode and holding it up so both you and Kylian are in the frame simultaneously.

“Look at this big baby here,” You start, as you press the live option on your instagram. “Big boy Kylian Mbappe lying here while I feed him soup because he’s got a little cold he can’t handle.” Kylian reaches up to grab your phone but you leap from the sofa to the other side of the coffee table.

“Y/N, turn it off.”

“Oh look,” you say into the camera. “Suddenly he has the energy to get up. You should’ve seen him merely a few seconds ago guys, acting as though he had the plague.”

“Y/N, I’m warning you.”

You laugh as you read some of the comments from the fans on your live, getting louder as you see one from his teammate.

“Ky, Achraf said stop being such a pussy!”

“That’s it!” Kylian says before leaping over the table, but you’re a tad quicker than he is, dodging his lunge and making a break for it into the kitchen. “Cut the live Y/N, or I swear-“

“Or what?” You taunt, flipping the camera so it’s facing him as he stares you down from the other end of the island in the middle of the kitchen. You quickly slip through the door and up the steps before he can reach you, but Kylian proves himself to be one of the fastest men in the world once again because he’s grabbing onto your shirt just as you reach the top of the steps pulling you to the floor, his full weight on top of you as you raise your arm as high as you can out of his reach.

“Okay guys, I have to go, it’s time to feed baby Kyky his cough syrup.” You say just as Kylian grabs the phone out of your hand and turns it off.

“Looks like you’re suddenly feeling better hmm?” You tease, laughing.

“You…” He starts but his sentence trails and he pulls the blanket over his mouth before sneezing into it loudly. He sniffs, rolling over so he’s lying next to you, wheezing and breathless. “You’re so lucky I’m ill. Once this cold is gone, you’re dead.”

———

Tried to make it a bit fluffy, I feel like it probably wasn’t that fluffy aksjsksk enjoy ! <3

#kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe fanfic #kylian mbappe fic #kylian mbappe fluff #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe x you #mbappe fic #mbappe x reader #football fanfic #footballer x reader #mbappe #kylian mbappé #mbappe fanfic #mbappé #football imagine #kylian mbappe imagine #mbappe imagine

[pixiesfz]

would you write a jessie fic where her and reader are babysitting for a friend? i love ur work 💗💗

hmmmmm YES! also guys I need more rquests I'm struggling on ideas myself so request away (:

practice? j.f

plot: you tell your national teammate that you can look after her daughter whilst she has her first practice and media work

warning: fluff idk

"Mini you can trust me and Jessie" you reassured your national teammate over the phone "I trust you, Harpers never met Jessie" Katrina pointed out "She's not called baby Canada for nothing" you joked "Harper will probably think she's also her age"

"Hey!"

You waved Jessie off as Katrina laughed "Okay, I've met Jessie before and she's good with your childish ass-" "I am not childish" you cut your friend off as Jessie scoffed from beside you "I am not childish" You repeated "Oh please" Katrina started "four years ago you were just as bad as Kyra"

"But I sometimes want to throw Kyra into a wall"

"I sometimes wanted to throw you into a wall!"

You sighed and changed the subject "So what time will you be here?" you asked "In about an hour and I'm bringing some of her favourite toys so don't let Jessie worry and go out to a store"

You looked to the corner of your living room that held a few teddy bears and an inside little slide.

"too late"

You could tell that Katrina was rolling her eyes from the silence "You know" she started "Jessies really excited to look after a child with you" she emphasized and you smiled "Well I'm really excited too" you spoke softly as you looked behind the couch to see Jessie putting anything pointy to a high area where Harper couldn't reach.

Katrina told you she would be there soon and you hung up to see Jess pulling out plastic forks and plates out of her shopping bag.

"She's only here for a day" you hummed as Jessie started pulling off the tags "Well what if she eats something and then we haven't cleaned it and then we need another plate for when she gets hungry again" Jessie defended and you smiled, walking up to her and hugging her from behind "So is that why we need 6 plates?" you teased and Jessie turned to you swiftly so you were now holding her from the front.

"I just got a bit excited" she admitted and you nodded "Harper is a special girl, I've learned that from rooming with Mini at almost every camp since she was born" you told her as the short haired brunette looked down at you.

"I did buy one thing that I thought you would like" she told you and you shot up in anticipation as Jessie ruffled through the bag and pulled out a small Chelsea Jersey.

"It has your name and number on it" She smiled as she shook it in front of your face, you gasped at the Jersey and took it from your girlfriend's arms "This is so cute" you beamed and kissed your girlfriend on the cheek.

It wasn't till later when Jessie opened the door that Harper ran into your arms "Auntie y/n!" she screamed when she ran. You held her close and placed small kisses along her face which the little girl laughed at.

Katrina and Jessie watched from the door "she's good with kids" Katrina said as she saw Jessies stare on you, Jessie hummed in agreement.

Katrina smirked at your girlfriends expression as you played with Harper "You know you can just ask her" Katrina told the Chelsea player before giving her Harpers bag and some of her favourite foods "I'm sure she'll say yes".

Katrina left as Harper turned towards Jessie "Who's this?" she asked you and you laughed "This is Jessie" you explained and she turned to you

"The Jessie?!"

You had talked a lot about your girlfriend at camps and Harper would always ask silly questions "Why is she all red?" she asked and Jessie turned her head "I think your mummy said something to her" you guessed as Harper laughed.

"Hi Harper" Jessie introduced herself to the girl who shook her hand with a smile "y/n loves you" was all she said before running off with a cheeky smile.

"Harper!" you yelled out to the girl who had now hidden behind your kitchen table.

After Harper settled and Jessie had finally officially introduced herself to the girl you had suggested to go on a small walk which Harper agreed to "I brought my beanie!" Harper squealed as she dragged Jessie to her bag to collect her beanie, you grabbed a beanie for yourself as well as you collected your and Jessie's coats, when you arrived back Harper looked at Jessie "Where is your beanie? we all wear beanies" She ordered and you smirked "Yeah Jess go get your beanie on!"

Jessie went back to your room and came back with her black beanie on before you all set yourselves up for a stroll, you were walking past a cafe when a couple of fans spotted you two.

"Can we please get a picture?" one of them asked and you nodded "of course" you smiled and Harper turned towards Jessie with her arms up "hold me!" she yelled and Jessie picked the girl up so she sat on her hip, you looked at Jessie with Harper on her hip and blushed.

"Harper remember to smile!"

When you arrived back home, you fed Harper dinner as you and Jessie ate your own and sat down on the sofa to watch a movie as Jessie and Harper agreed on the new Super Mario movie.

Harper was cuddling next to Jessie as you sent your fifth video of the day to Katrina who was quick to reply 'looks like she has a new favorite' she said and you scoffed.

Harper looked between both of you "I like it here" she said before snuggling into your side and fell asleep which you told Jessie to take a photo of so you could tell your friend that you will always be the favorite.

Jessie looked at the photo and smiled, sending it to Katrina and herself "This has been very fun today" she said as you looked to her "I knew Harper and you would get along" you said smugly as Jessie quietely laughed.

"You know it was almost as like it was practice"

practice?

You smiled at your girlfriend as she pushed your hair back with your hand "practice huh?" you asked and she nodded "Yeah only if you ever want to uhm have babies, children uhm... yeah" Jessie babbled as you leaned over to kiss her "I would love to have children with you Jessie"

You fell asleep with a smile as you cuddled into Jessie, Harper in the middle before Katrina came back in the morning to pick her up.

She wasn't too happy to see her kid in a bright blue Chelsea top and grins on both of your faces as Harper said how much she loved it.

#kinda rushed #woso x reader #jessie fleming x reader #jessie fleming #chelsea wfc #katrina gorry

[yurislotusgarden]

Hiii lotuss!!<3 i love ur works they are so cute it makes my empty heart fill up w joy 💔💔

Can i request prompt 6 w chu, dazai and sigma w fem reader? If thats okay ofc!<3

Btw remember to take breaks and eat, drink and sleep well! :D

-💞 anon

ʚїɞ Separately! Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya and Sigma x Gn!Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ The event

ʚїɞ word count: 1k

ʚїɞ Tw’s: None! Just pure fluff, pet names are used, reader’s gender is not specified in any way

ʚїɞ Hi 💞 anon! Thank you for the words, nice to know someone enjoys my works like that <3

Sun rays fell into the warm room, a comfortable silence and atmosphere, a feeling it would be a good day the moment you woke up.

You would call it a perfect Saturday for a day out, and getting up early to start to start your day while the sun has been up for not too long, and you would do so if it wasn't for a specific brown-haired koala clinging to your waist from behind. Really, was it too much to wish for him to be asleep when you wake up? Getting out of his grip is certainly easier when he's asleep than when he's fully conscious.

"Where do you think you're going, Bella?" But truth be told, his morning voice may make up for the inconvenience if you were to not lie to yourself. "It's too early!~" 

And here comes the quiet whining from the other adult.

"We both have work, Samu. We need to be at the agency in less than an hour so-"

"So it's plenty of time to stay in bed and cuddle with me!"

"I would rather be on time so that Kunikida doesn’t scold us for being late."

"He will scold us for something anyway. What's the difference?"

“I-”

You didn't have an answer to that one. To be fair, that's not exactly a lie, that Man can find any reason to scold a person.

“Cat got your tongue?”

“...”

“Who am I asking? Of course, you don't have an answer when all I'm saying is the truth!~”

You love seeing Dazai happy, don't get it wrong, but this was one of the times when you just wanted to punch that grin off his face-

“Honey.”

“Hmm?” He really thought he won if his face was anything to go by.

“*I love you but we need to get up*”

A displeased groan came from the man and you had thought you won when-

“No.”

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

“I mean no, you wanna hear it in French? ✨Non✨”

You're so done with this man, and you still had to deal with Kunikida’s scolding later.

4 hours.

4 hours is the amount of extra time spent in bed by you, wanting to just stay in bed with your boyfriend as he had a whole day off for once. While it was lovely to have more time with Chuuya than usual, it was already 2 p.m. by that point, way past the time when you should’ve gotten up.

“Chu?”

The question was asked in a quiet voice, in case he fell asleep again since the last time the both of you uttered a word.

A hum was a response enough for you to know he’s at least conscious enough to have some sort of a conversation with him. Gently running your nails through his hair, you quietly asked “Don’t you think it’s time to get up?”

A quiet groan came from the man. 

“Nuh-uh”

“Honey.”

“Nooo…” His voice showed just how close to sleeping he was before you spoke up.

“We need to get up-”

“I refuse the offer, now go back to sleep.” But now he seems fully awake? Motherfucker.

“It wasn’t an offer- and it’s 2 p.m.”

Is it even worth trying to argue?

“Do I look like I care about the hour, love?”

“Chuuya!”

“Not changing my mind.”

No, absolutely not.

“I will change your damn mind when I-”

Soft lips were planted on yours for a few seconds to shut you up before pulling away. The ginger head raised his head to kiss you just to shut you up.

“Shush and don’t try to get up, we both know you won’t manage that if I don’t let you.”

But you will always try to argue anyway.

“Fuck you.”

“Gladly.”

He will never get bored of that blossom hue appearing on your cheeks. Never.

Sleeping in the middle of a million blankets may have not been the best idea.

Sigma has been overworking for the past 2 weeks as per usual and you decided that he needs a good rest, resulting in wrapping you both up in any blanket you found lying around. It was comfortable as hell, yeah, but the bi-colored-haired man had been asked to come down to the Casino for something and yet still didn't get up. Is it really your boyfriend or is it some imposter because you thought you would never see him ignoring anything related to his Casino.

You decided to speak as yet another message went unanswered. “Cotton?”

A sleepy murmur of “Yeah?” made it clear he was listening.

“You need to get up.”

“But I don’t wanna.”

A sigh came from you, and another buzz from his phone could be heard. You were pretty sure that by now around 60 different messages could be seen on the screen unanswered. Of course, that was the number of messages that came after he read the first one asking for him in the first place.

“Sigma.”

One word, and yet his head shot up from the pillow right away. You don’t use his name often, especially in that tone. “Did I do something?”

“Sigma.”

“What?” He was genuinely confused, was he that tired that he didn’t even realize what that message earlier really said?

“Cotton-” You were hoping to calm him down by not using his name anymore. “Listen, I love you, but we, especially you, need to get up.”

“Why?”

“Look at your phone.”

“Okay?”

Let’s just say that the moment his brain processed the 80 messages on his phone, he got out of bed with, what you would say was his record speed, literally speedrunned getting ready you had to help him with his hair and tie because this man would go out in bed hair and very badly tied tie and you managed to get him to take a snack with him since he didn’t eat anything yet.

Some of his workers found out it was you who got him out of bed and thanked you.

You did not answer Sigma’s question when he asked where you got all the sweets from later that night.

Notes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated

#bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x y/n #bsd x you #bsd #x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya x y/n #chuuya x you #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #gender neautral reader #sigma x reader #sigma x you #sigma x y/n

[quibbs]

Do u have any advice abt streamlining ur drawing style for comics? I’ve been spending upwards of like 6 hrs on my pages and they’re really really good but i’m dying. It’s rlly hard to turn off my illustrator brain

y'know, i think my biggest streamlining advice is to make your primary focus of each panel the truest thing that matters when you draw it. like if the point you're trying to convey in a panel is how one specific character is feeling, then try to only focus on conveying the single characters expression. make the entire point of the panels existence good and clear while EVERYTHING else is allowed to look worse (background, other characters, detailed clothes, rougher linework, whatever it is.) if it doesn't contribute to the purpose of the panel then just let it look a little worse.

this also applies if the focus of a panel is something more elaborate and difficult like scenery. if you're showing a bustling city and you want to convey that busy energy, you don't need crisp looking hordes of background extras. there just need to be a lot of them, blurry and weird looking but a lot of them. no need to also spend time meticulously crafting complicated buildings and bushes unless you're trying very hard to say something about those buildings and bushes too! pick and choose your hour long battles.

your readers are only going to look at each panel for like 3 seconds tops anyway, so really, to me, the efficiency in communicating the purpose behind the panel matters a lot more than how good it looks.

also something else to think about is that sometimes your art being unpolished and "worse" is actually better. sometimes a less polished panel that is only polished where it needs to be adds something to the page that a completely pristine and polished 100+ hour page never could.

hope that helps!! good luck brave comic warrior

#sorry i was late i am moving rn #tips and tricks #hope you still see it

[kcrossvine-art]

Youre telling me a shimp fried this rice soup? No.  But with your help it can, for just pennies a day. Today on the the Redwall Cookbook we're making Shrimp'N'Hotroot Soup. 

(you may find the original recipe at the bottom if you’d like to follow along!)-

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes in to a Shrimp'N'Hotroot Soup?” YOU MIGHT ASK

Unsalted butter

1 onion

2 leeks

Vegetable stock (or vegetable bouillon)

Milk

3 potatoes

Curry or chili powder

Salt and pepper

Pre-cooked shrimp or prawns

I also added parsley flakes and smoke paprika for serving. The recipe recommends crusty bread!

Crusty bread. Like garlic or a baguette.

Stale potato chips would prolly taste good if ur into that sorta thing.

AND, “what does Shrimp'N'Hotroot Soup taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASK

Of all the redwall dishes so far this one has the most distinct 'savory' flavor

Smooth, rich flavor

The veggies came out nicer than id thought and i think the simmering and then adding liquid let it seep in.

The seafood smells intense after an hour or so (serve immediately)

The powder and the milk kept separating and i wonder if stirring more or adding the milk earlier wouldve made it emulsify better?

You could strain and serve the contents without the soup part!

Would pair well with a smooth red wine and a 'naked' salad.

Shimp-shimp-shimp-shimp-a-doop

. Used almond milk where milk called for . Used curry powder . Used garlic bread

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Honestly feel free to just fuckin HEAP on the spices, in classic brit fashion, they have the tongues of arctic babies and you can barely taste the spice with the original portions given. The shrimp is understandably pre-cooked but as is they come out barely changed by the soup or spices, and if someone could tell me the reasoning behind not adding them earlier to soak up some of that good good stuff, id love to hear (genuine).

2 major points on this recipe; As its seafood, it does not keep well, you could maybe save it for later the same day. Beyond that youre playing with your life and it wont taste great. It is very fast to prepare (if you have prechopped veggies). Maybe 40 minutes from deciding to make it from having it in my belly, not counting veggie prep time as i did that the morning-of while reading.

So sorry for having this out late! I've been working on some projects like concept work for an upcoming indie TTRPG, commissions for folks DnD parties, and my own personal stuff. If it makes it up to yall, i did eat this on the 3rd of this month haha.

As much as I love seafood, unfortunately i dont make it much as its hard to store and can be finicky to prepare. This soup could be replaced with a few other centerpieces, or made vegetarian, but for how it is in the book- I give this recipe a solid 6/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again. 5 being average)

🐁 ORIGINAL RESIPPY TEXT BELOW 🐁

Ingredients:

2 tablespoons unsalted butter

1 large onion, chopped

2 medium leeks, washed well and chopped

1 1/2 cups vegetable stock (or 1 1/2 cups water and 1/2 cube vegetable bouillon)

3 medium potatoes, peeled and chopped

1 teaspoon curry powder or chili powder, or to taste

Salt and pepper, to taste

8 ounces peeled, cooked shrimp or prawns, sliced if large

1 cup milk

Method:

In a large pot over medium heat, melt the butter. Add the onion and leeks and cook, stirring, until soft, about 5 minutes (do not let the vegetables brown).

Add the vegetable stock, potatoes, curry or chili powder, and salt and pepper. Cover and simmer until the potatoes are very soft, 15 to 20 minutes.

Add the shrimp and milk and gently heat. Serve with crusty bread.

#cross cooks redwall #digital art #fantasy

[five-rivers]

Iewuukaubweenz

AO3

@jaybirdscall

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Footnotes at the bottom!

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“Iewuukaubweenz,” said Danny, smiling toothily at the tour guide.  

“What was that?” she asked.  “I wasn’t quite able to make it out.”

“Iewuukaubweenz(1),” repeated Danny.  

“Ignore my brother,” said Jazz.  “It means good morning in one of the languages he’s studying.”

“Oh,” said the guide, smiling, “that’s wonderful.  Preparing for college?”

“It’s just a hobby,” said Danny.  

“What language is it?”

“Oiwawu uno Yinis(2).”

“Well, it’s lovely.  Ah, I think that must be everyone…”  The guide stepped away and started to do a headcount.  

“Don’t make me regret bringing you,” said Jazz.  

“Oh, you should have done that long ago, nu(3).”

“Nuuhuueiwee, uu iiuuni yinis, uzue(4)!” snapped Jazz. 

“Your pronunciation is a little off, there.  ‘Don’t forget’ should be ‘nuuheiwee,’ since ‘eiwee’ starts with a vowel.”

“You’re insufferable.”  

“Wibli i iiuuni eulmau noo iitsetu(5)!”

Jazz groaned.  “Please, just don’t scare off any of my potential future classmates.”

“I make no promises.”

“Danny.”

“I won’t do anything on purpose,” said Danny.  As annoyed as he was to be here, he didn’t want to tank Jazz’s social life from the start.  “But you know how things are.”

“Yeah, I know.  Uu iiuuni(6).  But you could be helpful, too.”

“That sounds like a jinx, honestly.”

“Danny.”

“If you look at it from a certain perspective, it’s like I’m helping them.”  And Jazz, too, because most people would run for the hills upon being presented with the elder Fentons.  Crummy friend material, if you asked him.  Which people usually didn’t.  

Jazz gave him a look.  It was a remarkably effective look.  He crumbled.  

“Fine.  What do you want me to do?”

“Well,” said Jazz, “when people ask why you’re here, I want you to let me explain that you speak over a dozen languages fluently and that I brought you here so you can look at the language, anthropology, and archaeology options.”

“But,” said Danny, “that is why you… Oh.”

“Honesty is sometimes the best policy.”

Danny squinted at her.

“Look, you’re the one going around showing off ghost speak.  At least stick to Latin or something?”

“Ihi Yinis nyoobli wutish(7)!”

“And maybe stick to English unless someone asks?  Maybe?  Like, it’s kind of weird when someone who isn’t, you know, Spanish or Mexican or something starts a conversation off with hola, right?”

“I guess.  But I am a native speaker of Yinis.”

“Danny.  You have a utwueeeweustee(8).”

“Your pronunciation is still off.”

“Give me a break, here, I’m not sure if you can pronounce things in Yinis correctly unless you’re a native speaker.”

“Native speaker?” asked a young man behind who had crept up behind them.  “What are you a native speaker of, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Oh, it’s Danny that’s the native speaker,” said Jazz, spots of color high in her cheeks.  “My little brother.  I’m hoping he’ll be interested in some of the language programs here at the university, if he gets to see them.”

“The language is super rare, though.  Not very many people speak it at all.”  Well, all of the dead, but that didn’t count.  

“Mind saying a few words to me?  I’m a bit of a language buff myself.  Maybe I can guess it.”

“Noo iileihush hii u ib eunti aawee(9).”

“Yinis!  Noo ieku iiiwoo, noo u hib euwi einu ihwuu muueu(10).”

Danny’s mouth fell open.  A sideling look at Jazz revealed that she, too, was slack-jawed.  

“Hii huuyeu yihi, iim.  Wuicheuu(11).”

“Ur hii(12)!” exclaimed Danny.

The tour guide clapped her hands together.  “Now that you’ve all got a moment to get to know one another, let’s start!”

.

Danny and Jazz kept an eye on the young man all through the tour.  Neither of them were quite sure what to do with the fact that a… Ghost?  Human?  Someone who knew how to speak ghost was here, at the college with them.  

“All right!” said the guide, “here’s the student union and our food court!  Let’s meet back here for the second half of the tour in one hour!  Okay!”

Everyone nodded, murmured, or cheered their assent, and scattered.  Danny and Jazz made a beeline for the maybe-ghost.  He had staked out a lonely table in the corner, as if waiting for them.  

… Actually, that was probably accurate.

Jazz slid into the seat right in front of the maybe-ghost.  “Before you two start talking, I want you to know I’m not fluent.”

“Of course not,” said the young man, “I wouldn’t expect a winoo(13) to be.”

“So you are…?” Jazz said.  

“You can call me Roman,” he said.  “But, for what you were actually trying to ask, yes, I am a ghost.”

“Your disguise is really good,” muttered Danny.  

“Yet not, I think, better than yours.  It’s practice.  I’ve been in academia for a while.”

Jazz sharpened.  “As a student?  Isn’t that a bit unethical, considering that there are a limited number of admissions every year?”

Roman laughed.  “Not really.  I’m a ghost student, so to speak.  I don’t really show up anywhere officially, people just remember that I’m where I’m supposed to be.”

So, unethical but in an entirely different way.  “You just… go to school?” asked Danny.  “That’s what you do with your… life?”

“What’s better than learning forever?” asked Roman with a shrug.  “They say you’re not really dead until you stop doing that, and intend to demonstrate that idiom.  I do move around, though.  This is my first time at this university.  But speaking of that…  You must be a lover of knowledge as well, to scout out this place for your afterlife.”

“It’s not like that.  I’m just here because of Jazz.”

“You really should think about what you want to do when you graduate, though.”

Roman cleared his throat.  “As presumptuous as it may be… If you do determine to further your education, I will be here for the next several years.”  He reached into his vest-pocket and pulled out a small, pale green business card.  “I can show you the tricks of the trade.  How to blend in, even if you look, and feel, out of place.”

“Go ahead and take it, Danny,” said Jazz, nudging him.  

“I don’t know,” said Danny.  “It’s not really…”

“You can always throw it away later,” said Roman.  

“Alright,” said Danny, plucking it out of the ghost’s hand.  

“Excellent.  Now that we have that out of the way, what major are you taking, Miss…?”

Jazz blushed.  “I’m Jazz.  Psychology and pre-med.”

“Hm.  I was planning on sociology this year, but that’s not set in stone.”

Danny stood up.  “I’m going to go buy lunch.”

He did not need to watch Jazz flirt with a ghost.  Another ghost.  Jazz… seemed to only flirt with ghosts.  And guys like Spike.  

Oh, ew, Danny did not need to know about his sister’s preferences.  

Did Mountain Dew work as brain bleach?  Yuck.  

Or, as ghosts would say it, nuekawuhuu(14).

1 - Good morning.

2 - The language of Yinis (also called Old High Spirit)

3 - Sister

4 - Don’t forget, I know Old High Spirit, too!

5 - Now you know how I feel!

6 - I know.

7 - But Old High Spirit is fun!

8 - Secret identity

9 - I doubt you have heard this one

10 - Old High Spirit!  I must say, I have not heard that in many years.

11 - You don’t look dead, though.  Very impressive.

12 - Neither do you!

13 - Human

14 - Gross

#danny phantom #phic phight #phic phight 2023 #ghost speak

[writtenbymkl]

pairing: best friend!haechan x fem! reader

word count: 2.3k

genres: ANGST !! , unrequited love, college au, heartbreak

warnings: none

a/n: the last part to good person !! i wanted to be a short au just because i wanted to test the waters with my first completed written story so i hope you guys enjoy it !!

PART 2 OF GOOD PERSON

Two weeks later and you’re at the get-together that your friends threw for your birthday that was coming up soon. One problem, though, Haechan wasn’t here yet.

You: where r u? everyones here and ur the only one missing _._

Sent 5:37 pm

You: seriously this isnt funny, what r u even doing?

Sent 6:40 pm

You: the get together is ending soon, we have like an hour left here, dont even bother showing up anymore dude

Seen 8:00 pm

You roll your eyes, seeing that he finally read your message.

“Hey! That was mine. If you wanted one, I could’ve just gotten you one, dude,” Mark looks at you with sullen eyes, “But I’m assuming by that reaction, he’s not coming?”

“You know Mark,” You sigh. “He’s been acting really weird since you said that stuff about being a couple. This is all your fault,” You state. You know it wasn’t his fault, it was Haechan’s for being so weird about it, but you had to blame someone. 

Mark’s eyes widen. “How was I supposed to know it would cause a disturbance in your friendship?”  

“Ugh, whatever, let me just blame you peacefully,” 

“Come on, man, don’t be so down today. We came to celebrate before your birthday, so we should make the most of it, even if it means Haechan won’t come. I mean, it’s not the end of the world, right? You guys can celebrate on your birthday?” He suggests. I mean, you guess he’s right, it isn’t actually your birthday yet, but it still didn’t take away from the fact that you wanted to spend it with all of your friends, including Haechan.

“Okay… Sorry, I didn’t mean to be a downer. It’s just, Haechan is-”

“Haechan’s your best friend, yeah, dude, I know, but you also have us as your friends, too, you know?” Mark gives you a gentle smile while looking at your other friends laughing and talking at the tables.

“You’re right. Thanks, Mark. Has anyone told you you’re a really good listener?” You ask.

“No problem, and yeah, I guess,” He shrugs. “Now, let’s get in a good moment for the last hour remaining.” Mark gets up and holds out his hand to pull you up. Right as you're getting up, the door jingling gets your attention. Immediately looking towards the door, you see Haechan walking in and greeting everyone. 

“Haechan, you finally made–” You stop your sentence seeing a girl come from behind him, holding onto his arm. Haechan finally notices you and makes his way over, pulling the girl behind him. You can see Mark from the corner of your eyes giving you a pitiful look. 

“Y/n! Hey! Sorry, I’m late. I had to go pick up Mihye from her house and drive all the way back here,” Haechan explains while the apparent Mihye just giggles. You just give Haechan a blank stare. I mean, this is unbelievable, and you don’t know what to say.

Haechan quickly realizes he forgot to introduce the girl by his side. “Oh, by the way, Mihye, meet Y/n, Y/n, meet Mihye. She’s my new girlfriend,” Haechan smiles. Mihye holds out her hand for you to shake, and Haechans waits for you to grab it, but the moment never comes.

Mark quickly grabs your own hand and places it in Mihye’s.

“Silly Y/n, haha, I think, she’s just, um, in shock and happy that Haechan finally made it,” 

You don’t know what to say. You feel tears already starting to form, but you don’t want to make a scene. 

“I think I’m going to take a breather outside. I’ll be back,” You tell Mark before rushing past Haechan and Mihye to go outside. Except Haechan stops you for a second.

“What’s wrong? You need me to go outside with you?” He says, concerned. 

Yanking your hand back, you bitterly say, “No. I need time alone. You’ve already done enough.”

Mark’s eyes widen. “Y/n, I think now should be a time to leave and talk to him. I’ll keep Mihye company.” Sighing, you give in and walk outside with Haechan following.

Not before he tells Mihye he’ll be back. Standing in the dark, with the wind blowing slightly, you sigh. A moment of silence is filled between you two until Haechan breaks the silence, like always.

“Are you mad because I have a new girlfriend?” He asks. And you snap because this is always the problem you have with him, and it is just a continuous cycle you’re tired of dealing with. 

“What?! Haechan, you cannot seriously be so oblivious?” You look at him, shocked. 

Rolling his eyes, “I knew you’d react like this.”

“How else did you want me to react when you’re telling me you already found a new person and you brought them to my birthday get-together without informing me?!”

Haechan scoffs, “Oh come on, it’s not really that big of a deal, Y/n. It’s not like they’re taking the spotlight away from you.”

“That’s not the problem, Haechan, don’t you get it?! It’s the fact that it hasn’t even been a full month, nonetheless three weeks, since your last girlfriend? Do you enjoy being heartbroken? Do you enjoy the fact that I keep looking after you every time? Are you satisfied with the fact that I’m always there to pick up the pieces? Or is it the fact that you know I’ll always be by your side and drop everything for you?” The feeling of finally being able to speak out feels liberating. Except, it doesn’t mean you’ll get the outcome that you’re expecting. 

“I never made you drop anything for me,” He angrily retorts while pointing. “And so what if it’s been less than a month, or three weeks, whatever, can’t you just be happy for me?! Isn’t that what you’re here for? To be by my side and be my BEST FRIEND?”

You stay silent. “Fine,” you weakly smile. 

“I won’t say anything more, and I'm sorry for overreacting. And you’re right. As your best friend, I should stick by you no matter what choices you make. I’m happy for you, Hyuck, I really am.” You pat him on the shoulder as you walk past him back into the restaurant.

Haechan just sighs and follows after you, grabbing your wrist before you can fully step inside. 

“Talk to me. What is this really about? Why are you so upset? You know I always do this, so why is it a problem now?” You think for a few minutes.

Should you tell him? Should you tell him about the fact that you’ve been in love with him for the past, God knows how many years? Or the fact that you’re jealous about all the girls he’s spent time with when it should’ve been you? How everyone, including his friends, knows that you’re in love with him? Is that a risk you want to take? 

Looking at him with sad eyes, you make your decision and give up. “It’s not that … It’s….” Tearing up, you know you have to get this off your chest. “I just need to get this off my chest,” you say shakily.

Haechan looks at you, concerned. “What is it?”

“I’m... I’ve just been … in-“ you get cut off by someone yelling out, “Haechan? Y/n? Where are you guys?” Your heart drops. Of course, it’s his new girlfriend.

Haechan whips his head around and yells back, “Mihye? What are you doing out here? I said I’d be back. Go back inside.” 

“I was worried. It’s been a while since you guys left,” Mihye says from the door.

“We… We should probably go back inside. They’re probably bored without us, and Mihye’s starting to get worried.”

“No, tell me what you were gonna say,” Haechan firmly states while grabbing you again.

“It’s not important anymore,” You shake off his hands, moving towards the door, as Mihye is no longer there.

“Tell me, or I won’t let you leave.” 

“Fine. I was just going to say how I’ve been concerned for you for many years now. You’ve had me worried whether you’d be able to be happy and find a good person for you, there. Happy?” You sarcastically smile.

“So that’s it? That’s what you made a big deal for?” He lightly laughs.

“It's not funny. I’m just worried about you, you’re my best friend, and I don’t want to see you lose the light in your eyes. That’s what makes you Haechan.”

Wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his head into your shoulder, he says, “I know you’re concerned for me, Y/n, and you’re my best friend in the whole world, too. It’s a good thing I’ll have you with me every time to get me through it, though, isn’t it?” 

“Yeah, you’re lucky it’s me and not someone else.” He pulls away.

“You know, for a second, I thought you were going to say you were in love with me or something. That would’ve been an easier explanation as to why you were acting like you were, but it’s a good thing that wasn’t it,” he laughs. 

As if your heart wasn’t already torn to pieces. You should’ve known he’d never see you in that light. I mean, look at yourself; compared to Mihye, you were a completely shabby version of her. If only he knew that that was the exact reason why you were acting like you were. But you’d never tell him that, not when it meant risking your friendship and never talking to him again. 

“Yeah .. that’s a ridiculous thought there. I don’t know how you came up with that conclusion,” it just came out your mouth, it’s not like you wanted it to, but it’s the only way for you to cope with a rejection that wasn’t even formal; how oblivious he was. 

Heading back into the restaurant with Haechan following behind you, you notice Mark and Jaemin looking at you both.

 

“Why don’t you head back to Mihye now? I’m sure she’s been waiting for a while,” You say, nodding your head over to where she was standing. Haechan just nods, and you watch as he walks up behind her, embracing her in a back hug and kissing the top of her head.

Looking away, you walk to where Mark and Jaemin are and slide into the seat across from them.

“So? Did you tell him?” Jaemin asks curiously. Mark just nudges him. “What? I’m just asking,” He shrugs.

“I’m gonna assume you didn’t tell him,” Mark scratches the back of his neck. You can’t seem to say anything. Maybe you should’ve told him. No. Everything would’ve gone down the drain if you did. Maybe it’s a good thing you didn’t. 

“I didn’t.” You finally say.

“Well, why not?” Mark asks. 

“Mark,” You look up at him raising your eyebrows. “Are you seriously asking that? He has a girlfriend, and it doesn’t seem as easy as you make it out to be. How am I going to just tell him, oh, I'm in love with you, have been since forever!” 

“Hey, you said it, not me,” He points at you. You roll your eyes. 

You point over to where Haechan is, “Whatever. I mean, it’s my get-together, and he seems to be wanting to spend more time with Mihye than me.”

“Like I mentioned before, you guys can hang out on your actual birthday. Right now, spend some time with us. There’s only a few more minutes left, so let’s make the most of it,” Mark smiles. “Right, Jaemin?”

“Yes, exactly. Forget him for today!” Jaemin says, grabbing your hand to pull you up.

“That’s if he doesn’t forget my birthday too,”

“He won’t! We’ll make sure of it,” Mark pats your back.

“Thanks, guys. I don’t know what I would do without you.” You embrace both Mark and Jaemin, and they hug you back. 

—---------------------------------

It’s been a month since your birthday. You spent the day with Haechan, Mark, and Jaemin. One of the best days and you couldn’t forget it. Except today seems to feel really familiar. Almost as if you’ve done this for the 20th time already. Why? Because Haechan sits in your bed again, eating ice cream and sniffling. 

“I’m guessing Mihye broke up with you?” You ask, sighing, not even surprised he’s here again after a month. You saw it coming, but how could you tell him that? You would seem like a bad friend, and that’s the last thing you want Haechan to think. 

Haechan blows his nose with a tissue, “Yeah….”

All you can do is rub his back once again, and it’s all you can ever seem to do. Watch him find a new girlfriend, fall in love, get heartbroken, and be there by his side when it happens. 

“I’m sorry you have to deal with me all the time,” Haechan sighs, bringing his shoulders down.

“Hey, it’s okay. That’s what I’m here for, right? What kind of a best friend would I be if I wasn’t there for your ups and downs?” He just smiles.

“Can you give me a hug?” You embrace him while patting his back as he sniffles.

“I know I’ve said this almost every time this happens, but you really are a good person, you know?” Haechan says while leaning his head on your shoulder.

“Thanks,” Is all you can say. 

And the cycle repeats, as it always will because you’re the good person he’s always needed in life, even if he doesn’t know it. And you’re okay with him not knowing. The ones who will make him cry, you can only comfort him and be by his side.

#haechan #lee haechan #lee donghyuck #donghyuck #haechan short au #haechan angst #haechan x reader #lee haechan x reader #haechan x y/n #lee haechan x y/n #nct x reader #nct x y/n #nct dream x reader #nct angst #nct dream x y/n #nct 127 x reader #nct 127 x y/n #nct short au #haechan au #nct au #nct dream angst #nct dream au #nct dream short au #nct 127 short au #nct 127 angst #nct 127 au #lee haechan angst #haechan imagine #nct imagine #nct dream imagine

[not-alien-girl-v]

MORE FRAT BOY KYLE FLUFF IM ACTUALLY OBSESSED WITH UR WRITING NEW FAV BLOG OMG

warning: language and aggressive vomit-inducing cuteness

note: thank u sm pookie

"Hey you," Kyle looks up from his phone after hours of scrolling through whatever random piece of media had occupied his brain today. It's 12 pm on a Saturday and Kyle had no plans other than to take his beautiful girlfriend out for dinner tonight, he was to pick her up at 6 o'clock at her house, so he's a bit surprised when she shows up unannounced, 6 hours early in his bedroom.

He's sitting at his desk chair and he previously had been playing a video game on his laptop but got distracted by his phone, something he does a lot, and he had died in the game long ago, so it wasn't like he was missing out on anything.

"Hi," she beams at him with the widest grin spread on her face. She prances toward him.

"What's got you in such a good mood? And here so early? I thought I was grabbing you at 6?" When she comes to stand behind him in the chair, he leans his head back, stretching his neck to come face to face with her. She leans her head down, placing a sweet kiss on his upside-down lips.

"Just missed you. Figured I got nothing better to do than hang with you today, so I might as well come early. Is that okay?" He doesn't miss the slight tinge of insecurity or unsureness in her last words, and he simply won't stand for her feeling any fraction of nervous in his presence.

"Of course it is, sweetie. I love spending time with you," he whispers to her as she's lingered her head next to his even after she parted from the kiss.

"Cool. Can I sit on your lap?" His heart skips a beat. He blinks in surprise, it's not like her to be so forward with her need for affection or anything like that.

"Come here," he reaches an arm out for her, placing it on the small of her back and leading her to the comfort of his lap. She squirms a bit, settling herself into him, with a content sigh.

She chuckles a little, "wow, you're warm." She leans back and snuggles her head into the crook of his neck.

He holds her firmly, enjoying the safety he feels when she's near. "And you're cold."

"That's because it's cold outside. Dead of fucking winter," she complains into his neck like a pouting child and a smile spreads on his face. He rubs her back softly.

"You walked here?"

"I got a ride," she presses her cheek to his, eager to feel his soothing touch.

"By who?" He leaves a short kiss on her neck.

Pulling back, she holds his face in both her hands, gazing into his adoring eyes, taking in his features. "My pimp. Are you totally jealous?" She sentences him to 3 kisses, one right after another, holding him in place. He hums into her open mouth.

"What's your pimp got to say about you havin' a boyfriend, huh?"

She holds his face back before he can lean in for another kiss. "I've been meaning to tell you, actually. He said you gotta start payin' up now. This whole cuddle session thing we got going on here? It ain't cheap."

"Ah, here I was thinking you liked me or something," he rubs her back some more, feeling her warm skin through the cloth of her shirt and drinking in the amorous look on her face when he focuses on her. And he wants to. He wants to look at her pretty face and stare at her forever, if she'd allow it. He'd assume she'd think him a creep, though. "Why'd you really come?"

He's no fool. She's only ever this affectionate, this in need of him when she's drunk. On top of that, she values her alone time. He tries not to take offense to it, but he knew she had a day to herself today, so it's unlike her to interrupt it with this event. This whole thing, the cuddling, the kisses, it's unlike her.

"What do you mean?"

"Darling. I'm not stupid. You're usually too quick to complain when I try and hold you like this. What's up? You can tell me," he doesn't let her hide her face back into his neck again, hoping she'll look him in the eye.

She sighs but still doesn't look straight at him. "Just had a tough morning."

"Is that all?" He asks, trying to determine if he sounds patronizing or compassionate, like he means to.

"I don't know. I just need you. Is that okay?"

"That's fine with me. You can come to me anytime you need me, you understand? You don't have to explain, you don't even need a reason why, okay? I love you," it's so easy to believe him when he speaks so dearly, with such a adoring look on his handsome face. She nods, and he nods back in confirmation. He sighs.

"I'm still cold, though. Anything you can do about that?" He smiles cutely at her again.

"Mhm," he taps the side of her leg, sending her a signal to stand up, and he follows, venturing over to his closet where he pulls out a plain black hoodie, and he turns back to her. "Arms up, baby." He doesn't miss the silly little giggle she lets out at being treated like this, and once he pulls the hoodie down over her body, he cups her face in both hands. "So cute. I'm gonna make you tea. Go lay down, sweetie."

"Don't tell me what to do," she spits back, but does what she's told, obediently, and settles herself comfortable in his cushy bed.

He's back in a few minutes, he must have microwaved the water rather than use a tea kettle. She's on his laptop, browsing through his open tabs, and for a split second, he wonders how she got into it, but then remembers he's set the password to her birthday, so it would have been easy for her to crack. "What you up to, babe?"

He sets the tea down on the nightstand next to her and walks around to the other side of the bed, taking a seat. "You've got some weird stuff on here, Ky."

He sighs. "You found the folder, didn't you."

"Yes, I found the folder. I thought I might have dreamt you telling me you have a folder full of my candids, but you told me the other night, when I was drunk right?" He nods in confirmation. "Right, and I bet you thought I was too drunk to remember it, but I'm smarter than that. I'm like a hacker, I hacked your password. It was easy, though. I mean, my birthday? That's like, basic shit."

He scoots in next to her, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her in tight. "Well excuse me for being a sap. I've got a big crush on you. I'm on some schoolboy type shit. I just wanna chase you around the playground and yank on your hair."

She turns into him, eager to feel his soft, warm skin against her hands, so she goes searching under the covers till she reaches the hem of his shirt, which she pushes up a few inches to rest her hand on his stomach. "You can pull my hair all you want, but don't chase me, I'm tired."

Resting her head on his chest, she wraps both arms around him tightly, hoping to restore her mental wellbeing in the comfort of his presence and embrace. But honestly, just him being here, so in love with her, is enough to satiate her need for him.

"You sure you don't want to talk about it?"

"There's nothing to say, really. I just missed you. But not in a normal way, I guess. I don't know. I don't have the words for this."

"You never do."

"What?"

"Words of affirmation. It's not your love language. Neither is physical touch, but every now and then, you can have your moments. But acts of service, you like that the most. 'S why I always give you a hoodie when you get cold, make you tea and cuddle you to warm you up. I know it's what makes you feel my love the most."

"Aww. Now I feel shitty, what's your love language? I don't know it."

"It's physical touch. Don't stress over it baby. I know you love me, you don't need to specialize in being all touchy for me to know that."

"How much do you love me?"

"What?"

"Like scale of 1 to 10. Be honest."

"I'm always honest to you," he mumbles, but she still heard. "11." He worries he's said the wrong number when she doesn't say anything for a good long while.

"Hey Kyle?"

"Hmm?"

"Marry me?"

He breaks his stare at the ceiling to look back at her, only to find her staring right back at him, eye to eye. "What?"

"Marry me." She says it as a statement now. She knows how whipped he is.

"Are you being silly right now or are you being for real?"

"For real."

He gazes into her eyes, trying to find a hint of sarcasm, but only finding equally returned love. "Yes, I'll marry you. Are you kidding me?"

"Nope. I'm tired though. Nap first, then marriage?" He bursts out laughing at her, like he always does, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Yeah, let's nap first, sweetie."

#ahs fanfic #american horror story #american horror story fanfiction #ahs fanfiction #ahs coven #ahs #kyle spencer fluff #kyle spencer x reader #kyle spencer fanfiction #frat boy kyle #kyle spencer #evan peters x you #evan peters x reader #evan peters fanfiction #evan peters #fanfiction #fanfic #fluff

[ohthemis]

Hey I don't know if you're taking requests, if not then please ignore this ask :)

Can I request a scenario where the tot men forget their s/o birthday due to being busy with work? Maybe angst to fluff? It was my birthday today and no one besides my mom and sister remembered so I'm a bit down

Love your writing and keep up the great work :D

tot boys and forgetting your birthday

characters: artem wing, marius von hagen a/n: this is soooo late, but if you’re reading this, i hope that looking back, you still enjoyed ur birthday <3 super belated birthday from me, anon

ARTEM WING

you absentmindedly press the power button on your phone, once again checking for notifications. you’re greeted by celestine’s name, followed by kiki’s, then captain morgan’s rather short but nonetheless, meaningful, message. even kanon’s message appeared not too long ago. “happy birthday to the best legal consultant!” his happy message reads.

despite all the cheerful messages that have popped up anywhere between 12:00AM last night to a few hours ago, you can’t bring yourself to check the message, or even clear them out of your notifications. the stinging ache of the fact that artem had forgotten. 

you swipe up, unlock your phone, and give him a call. it’s 6:00, he should be on his way home since most of your cases are already or almost are on the process of being cleared up. “mc? i’m on my way home, love.” he’s smiling at you, not a single sign of guilt or anger or anything that might make you think it was deliberate. you think that your birthday just slipping his head might actually be worse.

it’s silent for a while, and when he looks at you, his heart feels a pang at your crumbling face. “mc? what’s wrong?”

“do you know why i had a day off today? or did you forget that too?”

silence. 

the calm. 

then followed the storm.

“i am so sorry. i’m on my way home. i’ll take you out tonight, alright? i’m so sorry, mc. a client called and i’ve been driving back and forth from the firm to wherever and-, i am so sorry.”

you nod because you’re not sure he'll even understand what you’d say between your teary babbling and muffled sniffles.

“i’ll be home soon. i love you, ok? and happy birthday, love.”

then followed a night of good food, good company, and heartfelt apologies.

MARIUS VON HAGEN

“marius,” you hiss under your breath, “where are you?”

“no need to sound so mad, jiejie! i’m just finishing up here, i’ll be home soon.”

“home? marius-,” you take a sharp breath, “marius, what do you mean you’ll be home soon?”

“uh...should i not drive home?”

you hang up. you’re in a dress HE got for you, sitting on a table HE reserved, and all you wanted was for him to show up. so much for “i’ll make this the perfect day”.

but if there’s one thing you know, you’re not going to let that ruin this moment. if he forgets, that doesn’t mean you can’t still enjoy your day. you order and eat. because hell, nothing was going to stop you from claiming what was rightfully yours. a good fucking dinner, even if it was without your good fucking boyfriend.

you storm in your shared home, marius jumping from his seat on the couch. “are you mad?”

“check the date today, marius.”

maybe he just didn’t feel like it, or maybe it was the unbridled rage in your voice but he does as you say without any further questions. he visibly pales, “oh.”

“yeah. oh.”

“something came up, i-”

“don’t even bother marius. it’s my birthday and you’re not ruining this for me twice.”

“mc, i’m so sorry.”

“let’s talk tomorrow, yeah? good night.” you don’t wait for his response before heading up the stairs.

“good night, i love you.”

“not right now, marius.”

later that night, you’ll feel the bed behind you sinking as marius gently slips in, and if you hear a few stray “i’m sorry”s and “i love you”s, marius can just wonder why you’re in a substantially better mood in the morning.

#tot #tot x reader #Tears of Themis #tears of themis x reader #artem x reader #artem wing #tears of themis artem #zuo ran #zuo ran x reader #marius x reader #marius von hagen #tears of themis marius #lu jinghe #lu jinghe x reader

[kaylawritesfics]

hi!! i love ur blog so i wanna try requesting some headcanons. i’m sorry in advance bc my ideas sound a lot better in my head

what about steve and a reader who has like scars/stretch marks and is really self-conscious about it. and then steve notices and comfort? idk

thank u <33

Dating Steve Harrington and Being Insecure About Your Scars

headcanons

summary: dating steve while being insecure of your scars/stretch marks

pairing: steve harrington x gn!reader

WARNINGS: insecurity, swearing

note: thank you anon! i really appreciate it :) thank you all for all the recent support on my stranger things fics !! i have a couple more coming hopefully tomorrow or friday :)

When you first tell Steve about your insecurities, he’s rendered speechless.

To him, you’re the most perfect person in the world so he doesn’t understand how you can be insecure over the little marks that littered your skin.

He takes a few seconds to form a response, but he’s quick to tell you how beautiful he thinks you are.

You will never know a moment of peace after this.

Steve literally will find some way compliment you at least 6 times a day, usually more.

He likes to trace the marks on your skin, brushing his fingers over them softly. If you’re uncomfortable with that, he’ll stop, but he really does love to do it. It’s weirdly very comforting to him.

He will absolutely not stand for you talking bad about yourself. He’s the kind of person to say “Hey! That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about!” and pretend to fight you.

If you’re having a particularly rough day, he’ll lay with you and tell you all the things that he loves about you (which could take hours because he loves literally every part of you).

He makes sure to tell you how normal it is to have stretch marks. He never wants you to feel insecure over something so normal.

As for scars, he’s definitely racked up an impressive collection of them over the years. He’ll lay with you and tell you the wide variety of stories behind them.

“I got this one when these fucking crazy bats attacked me in the Upside Down. Oh! I got this one when Dustin accidentally touched me with a hot frying pan.”

He’s the best at making you feel better and he makes it his absolute mission in life to never let you feel bad about yourself.

#stranger things #steve harrington x reader #dating steve harrington #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #steve stranger things #stranger things headcanons #stranger things imagine #stranger things 4 #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #robin buckley imagine #jonathan byers imagine #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler imagines #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove #st #joe keery

[sug4r-sp1c3]

Can I get headcanons for Finland, Poland, France, Egypt, Canada, Australia, Mexico, and South Korea coddling their S/O(s)? Loved the other ask with Russia, Germany, USSR and Thired Reich so much!!

OHHHHH GOD DAMN I LOVE THIS

but i'll have to separate it 'cuz i think that my limit of post its for and for the rest of characters well they'll be in the second part

(its funny how like 3 of them i consider them female 'cuz y'know comics- but i'll put them male here)

TW: fluff tat break ur teeth, GN reader blah blah

Part 2 is still in the oven

Cuddle hc with Finland, Poland, France, Egypt

this letter means me just talking

Finland

the bitch haves a hat

so if its a cold day/night

he let u use it,

I feel like he loves being like 5 quilts on top while hugging you

he is a person of thighs and belly don't change my mind

LOVES that you let him put his head on your lap or on your belly

although if you want to reverse the roles, he will not oppose

after a day of work he just wants to put his arms around you, throw himself into bed with you, and not know how to sleep (?

vibes that you are doing something, and then he hugs you from behind and forces you to stop what you are doing and takes you to the sofa just so that they are there quietly and embracing

lots of hugs with his head in your shoulder

hates to be the little spoon

he NEEDS to sleep hugging u, he will literally die if that don't happend

cold boi vibes

but if u like the cold

and its summer

cuddle season it just started

"finland i'm cooking-"

"Y/N i'm freezing"

Poland

CUDDLING SEASON STARTS AT THE 31 OF DECEMBER AND IT ENDS AT 31 OF DECEMBER OF THE NEXT YEAR,

if he isn't hugging you, YOU are hugging him

no choice

he loves being the smol spoon

if you are sleeping he hugs you and wraps his legs around yours and puts his head on your shoulder or smthn

he doesn't accepts a no like an answer

he likes to put his head anywhere on the body

he is on ur belly? little tickles

your thighs? constantly says they are like pillows- NO, THEY ARE BETTER THAN PILLOWS

Chest? he can only raise his head, stretch a little and give you a little kiss and then snuggle back like nothing happened- SO HECK YEAH

he likes to watch any stupid series or movie while they hug each other and fill their mouths with sweets or shit like that

He waits patiently for you to finish what you're doing and go snuggle up with him.

yeah ""PATIENTLY"""

He'll give you the silent treatment (for like 10 seconds) for not snuggling with him.

little tickles if he is bored while u both are cuddling

idk man he will look like a 20 year old man but he acts and thinks like a 6 years old kid

"poland its late and i need to move-"

"but it's only been 6 hours!"

"yeah thats my point-"

France

bonjour(i need to say that everytime o'll write for him)

i feel like that this man needs NEEDS, kisses and hugs

or its just me

he would say things like "i don't have time to kisses and to cuddle"

ok sir but why r u watching weird novel while u r hugging ur S/o and everytime that the protagonist kiss u kiss them, and eating some sweets AND-

this bitch would be like

"i don't like when you put your hands around my neck!"(with his

"oh- okay-"

"I NEVER TOLD YOU TO STOP!"

YOU WANT US TO HUG U OR TO LEAVE U IN THE COACH WITHOUT HUGS MF💀?

just take his selfish ass and hug

he loves to be the big spoon

(but if you want to be the big spoon he wouldn't say no)

"darling i'm working-"

"i don't care i want cuddles- I MEAN"

yeah that conversation happens a LOT

he puts his hat on you (if he has it on) he thinks that its cute

"give me back my hat"

"no it fits with me"

"okay.. i have like other 2000 lol-"

i don't have too much ideas for him, i used to writo for him but in my mind he was female soo-💀

Egypt

(i'mjustgoingtosay- AWOOGA)

squeezes you but not too hard, just enough to make you feel, protected and safe

he falls asleep in your arms, he's tired, give hima break omg 😭

no thoughts just you and egypt hugging while he talks about some things, like his culture(idk i'm interested in that so-👁👁), his day,or just saying what he loves of you

bitch you can be just idk, reading a book and then you feel 2 muscular arms dragging you to the bed/sofa and hugging you while he falls asleep (damn i'm jealous)

"egypt i was working"

"and i was needed of hugs-"

"i was working"

"AND I WAS NEEDED OF HUGS-"

end of the discussion

He NEVER wears a shirt when he is at his house (unless there are visitors), but when u both are cuddling you don't feel comfortable with him like that

he will put one on, the cuddling sessions are for both of you to be comfortable and relax

i don't have too much ideas for him rn so i'll probably edit this after

#egypt x reader #france x reader #finland x reader #poland x reader #cuddle #countryhumans x reader #sug4r sp1ce #request

[gazingstarsabove]

DRINK and DRIVE!!

IDEA I GOT AT 4 AM, SORRY IF GRAMMAR IS MESSED UP– HC's of how the fellas would drive!!

–·Hank is not the best driver, think we all can agree on that. He's either always hitting a hundred miles per hour or he's going slug slow, like there's no in between. Hold onto your seats because this man is probably gonna crash at every turn! Does not have a driver's license, nor the knowledge about anything related to cars tbh

–·Ngl but Sanford would be decent, prolly had been a get away driver a couple of times before. In the SQ they'd always pick him to drive, unless he's drunk, that is. I really do feel like he'd have a driver's license but the cars he drives do NOT have any plate number so uh

–·Deimos uhhhhhhhh, he'd drive a motorcycle more than a car my instincts just tell me this guys trust me. But overall he'd be okay, definitely not any better than Hank though. He smokes even when the windows are closed and the AC is on, while you're just choking beside him. Does not have a license

–·Do I really have to talk about Doc? Look, he might be smart and be a (unlicensed) doctor but man, mf gonna be tripping on the wheel. The trunk is probably gonna be open and he wouldn't NOTICE. Claims he has a license, but obviously does not

–·Tricky doesn't need a car, he can go underground and just zoom. He'll probably eat the tires of the cars though, says their very chewy and the flavors differ from car to car. Will literally just sit on the roof of the car while you're driving, you probably won't even notice. Obv does not have a license.

–Auditor would not be the one driving, he has hired agents and get away drivers incase an ambush or anything else happens. He's usually in one of those long ass black cars that only have 3 or 2 people inside, has his own wine collection inside(and soda's). But he won't give you some. I don't really think him having or not having a license would be any different because- it's not him driving!!!

–·The Sheriff knows how to drive, a little bit better than Sanford since he is the sheriff ykyk. If you were to ever sit on the passengers seat, he'll treat you like a damn passenger princess. Will rest his hand on your thigh, tells you to get stuff from areas he can't reach. But overall is a pretty good driver. He has a driver's license, may or may not have some beers behind the trunk.

–·Jeb would be a nice driver too, just don't expect him to talk much. He gets his priorities straight - fixes the rearview mirror, the gears in the right place, his pace not too fast nor too slow, checking his blind spots when backing up. He can be ur personal driver, if he thinks fondly of you. He's a good driver, but mostly just levitates or floats around. Has a license

–·Director Phobos would be much similar to Auditor, maybe they'd even gossip sometimes when they're in the same car. Though unlike Auditor, Phobos is much more talkative, and he has a lot of sass too like goddamn. It's a friday evening and he STILL complains about either the weather or his "great" plans in Nexus Core. He gets out of the car like a princess, one hand on his cape, one hand on the agent's hand. Careful not to trip on his 6 inch heels.

#madness combat #madcom #madness combat hank #madness combat deimos #madness combat sanford #madness combat 2bdammed #madness combat doc #madness combat auditor #madness combat sheriff #madness combat jebus #jebediah christoff #madness combat phobos #director phobos #madness combat tricky

[cosmicanamnesis]

he tastes like chocolate pt. 7

[part 1] [part 6] [part 8] [read on ao3]

December 31st, morning

It didn’t matter when Steve fell asleep, he couldn’t sleep past six in the morning. Usually he was up by five, really, six was sleeping in according to his circadian rhythm. 

He woke up in an unfamiliar place and started to panic before his brain caught up to the rest of him. 

It wasn’t entirely unfamiliar. His phone was on the nightstand and he was wearing his own clothes, but through bleary eyes he could barely see his surroundings, not to mention he wasn’t wearing glasses. Not that he ever really wore his glasses. They looked stupid and Robin always teased him about them so he made do without them when he wasn’t at home. This practice, unfortunately, didn’t help him figure out where the hell he was. As he tried to steady his breathing, the smell of the room hit him and he remembered.

Oh.

Oh yeah.

He’d stayed the night at Eddie’s house. He slept in Eddie’s bed. He grabbed a fistful of bedsheet and brought it to his face, trying to ground himself with something. The sheets smelled like weed smoke and nicotine and someone else’s sweat and all Steve could think was that he hoped his shirt had absorbed some of it. Was that weird? It felt weird.

He rubbed his eyes and grabbed his phone, dismissing the notifications he didn’t care about, finally landing on the ones he did.

Robs

ugh remind me to never let dates stay over if im covering ur shift

how do u do this every day

its so early im fucking dying over here

wake upppppp cmon steve i know u dont sleep in

unless ;)

Hey, you dug your own grave. Lie in it. Also, good morning.

i hate u

so how did last night go ???

Fine. We didn't really do anything, just ran some errands for his uncle. And he slept on the couch, let me sleep in his bed.

what a gentleman

Right? I am in way too deep, Robs.

could be deeper

What?

;)

I’m moving back in with my parents.

nuhuh

No, you’re right. I could never.

Robin didn’t respond right away, which meant the morning rush had started, and he wouldn’t hear from her for another two or three hours. He scrolled through social media for a while, letting himself enjoy the quiet morning for as long as he could let himself relax before needing to find something to do. 

Finally he got up, changed back into his regular clothes and gathered his stuff. He made Eddie's bed out of habit more than anything and left his stuff in a pile on top of the blankets before heading to the kitchen in search of breakfast and something caffeinated.

Eddie was still asleep when Steve came into the kitchen. He could see him stretched out on the couch, one arm up over his head, one leg dangling off the side, snoring away like he'd never slept better. Weirdo. 

Quietly, Steve began rummaging around in the kitchen until he found something. He thought he'd seen it last night as they were putting groceries away, and sure as shit, there it was. A tiny countertop espresso maker, covered in dust and hidden on top of the fridge behind several bags of cereal. It didn't look like it had ever been used. He set to work wiping it down before crossing his fingers and hunting through cabinets for… Perfect. They had an unopened tin of Bustelo hiding on the top shelf of a cabinet that also had pancake mix in it, so double score.

He was startled by the door opening, cold air blowing in behind Wayne as he shrugged off his coat.

"Morning," Steve said quietly, announcing his presence. Wayne nodded at him and then looked over at Eddie on the couch, unmoving like nothing had happened.

"You know how to work that thing?" Wayne asked, pointing to the espresso machine. Steve almost laughed.

"Did Eddie not tell you what I do for a living? I work at the coffee shop down the block from his apprenticeship."

"Ah," Wayne nodded. "Won it at a work thing one time. I don't know how to set it up, and the boy doesn't drink coffee, so. Figured I'd get rid of it one day, just never got around to it."

"I'm glad you didn't. Thought I was gonna have to go bug my roommate at work to make me coffee on my way home," Steve said, breaking into the long-ignored coffee tin. He’d probably go bug Robin anyway, since he had a whole day to kill. "Here, grab a mug, I can show you how to work it."

It wasn't an especially complicated machine, nothing like they had at work, but it got the job done. Wayne followed along, seeming to mentally take notes as Steve showed him what all the parts were and how to use it, even taught him how to make hot chocolate with it for Eddie, and how to clean everything after. Somehow, through all of their talking and noise, Eddie still didn't wake up. Steve sipped his coffee, leaning against the counter as he watched Wayne bring Eddie the hot chocolate.

Wayne set the mug on the coffee table, next to the pile of Eddie's rings, and patted Eddie gently on the arm. He grumbled something Steve couldn't hear and swatted Wayne's hand away.

"Eddie, you gotta get up," Wayne said, nudging Eddie a little more forcefully. More unintelligible mumbling. Steve smiled as he watched. "You gotta take Steve home, son."

That woke Eddie up. God he hated being up early. There was barely even sunlight filtering in through the blinds, and Wayne was trying to get him up now? Eddie was prepared to fight him about it a little longer until he said the magic word - Steve - and Eddie's sleep-addled brain finally figured out what was happening. He sat up in a panic, feeling his hair hold its wild bedhead shape as he made eye contact with Steve, who was smiling at him from the kitchen. 

"Morning," he said softly. "Made you hot chocolate." He glanced at the mug on the table and Eddie followed suit, reaching over for it as Wayne sat down and turned the TV on.

"Thanks," Eddie took a sip and smiled back up at Steve. It tasted like the ones Steve made him at work, fancy and creamy and a far cry from the powdered cocoa mix he usually made do with. Steve turned to put something away in the fridge, finally giving Eddie a clear line of sight to the espresso machine on the counter. Mystery solved.

“Breakfast?” Steve said, holding up the half empty pancake mix. Eddie blinked, surprised, and set the hot chocolate back on the table.

“Steve, you don’t have to cook for me, I’m an adult,” Eddie said, slipping his rings back on. He saw Steve shrug out of the corner of his eye and start hunting around in the kitchen.

“You bought me dinner, I’ll make you breakfast. ‘S only fair.”

Eddie looked over at Wayne, who barely glanced away from the morning news. The silent conversation they had went something like,

Can you believe this guy? Making me breakfast in my own house?

You sure know how to pick ‘em.

Wayne, make him stop.

The kid made me coffee, Ed, he can do whatever the hell he wants.

You’re unbelievable.

Eddie rolled his eyes and grabbed his mug, heaving himself off of the couch while Wayne stayed put in his recliner, looking entirely too smug, the bastard. He stretched as he stood and joined Steve in the kitchen, rubbing the leftover sleep out of his eyes.

“Ehh, fuck off,” Steve said, waving a spatula in Eddie’s general direction. 

“Relax, Stevie, I’m not gonna take over,” Eddie said, leaning back against the fridge. “Just… supervising.”

“Yeah, ah huh. Sure.” Steve turned away and grabbed a pan out of the dishrack, spinning it in his hand with a flourish before setting it on the stove.

“Huh… Where’d you learn to do that?” Eddie asked, sipping his drink.

“Do what?”

“The… flippy thing,” Eddie said, which was almost even vaguer coupled with a spinny sort of hand motion.

“Oh!” Steve started laughing, and demonstrated again with the spatula before turning his attention back to the pan, swirling a glob of butter around until it melted. “Dunno. I’ve just always done it. Drives Robin nuts. Started doing it when we worked at- Y’know that summer job I was talking about? Ice cream parlor.”

“That’s still a thing? Ice cream slinger is still a job you can have?”

“Apparently. Anyway, used to do it with the ice cream scoops all the time. She hated it, thought I was gonna throw ‘em at her on accident.”

“Did you?”

“Not on accident,” Steve chuckled.

They chatted in the kitchen for a while as Steve made breakfast for the three of them. All three of them. He made coffee and pancakes for Wayne. Because of course he did. Because of course this very pretty, very funny, exceedingly kind man would teach his uncle to use the espresso machine that he hadn’t touched since he got it and then make him fucking pancakes. Eddie was pretty sure that if he didn’t lock Steve down and soon, Wayne was gonna try.

Eddie and Steve returned to the living room with breakfast and made small talk with Wayne while they ate, all very "So Steve, where are you from," and such, getting to know each other. As Steve and Wayne, who was being uncharacteristically talkative that morning, fell into a conversation about baseball that Eddie could only kind of follow, he decided to see if the Hellfire group chat had any updates for him.

Microwave: so when is everyone getting here?

Garebear: That’s kinda up to Eddie since we need the van.

Dustpan: so any time between 2 and 6:30 is what I’m hearing

JIF: Yeah pretty much

Leia: max is gonna be here at noon to help set up. erica will be here whenever she wants to be.

Dustpan: naturally

Dustpan: mike, will, any word from el?

Dustpan: wait was that her that just came in?

Dustpan: jesus yes it was, she just scared the shit out of me in the kitchen

Dustpan: never mind I guess

good god how do you all function this early

Garebear: Why the hell are you awake?

gotta run a couple errands

i have a cute boy to impress

Leia: knock em dead, tiger

anyway gare ill come drop the van off at yours once im done and ill be back for the party at… whatd we say 7 right?

Garebear: Earlier if you can be, I’d like to not have to sound check without you

JIF: Again

Garebear: Again

Garebear: Hey I was gonna say that

JIF: Sucks to suck

Eddie rolled his eyes and sighed, shoving his phone into his pocket so he wouldn’t have to watch everybody talk over each other. There was a reason he always kept his phone on silent. If he had to hear his stupid messages go off every thirty seconds, he would probably lose it. Gareth understood, but insisted that he be in the group chat anyway so he would, quote, know what was going on and not have to make Gareth be his personal messenger, Jesus Christ Eddie could you join the 21st century please.

No, no he could not.

"Alright, if you two nerds are done… bonding, or whatever," Eddie said, tapping Steve's shoulder and making a grabby hand gesture to take his empty plate. "I got shit to do, so we should probably get you home, yeah?" He collected Wayne's plate as well and headed back to the kitchen without waiting for a response. 

"Uh, alright," Steve said, brain struggling to change gears as he was jerked from his conversation. "Well, guess I'll be around," he nodded to Wayne as he stood up to follow Eddie to the bedroom so he could grab his stuff. Or, he tried to follow Eddie into the bedroom.

Eddie had caught himself, stuck still in the doorway when Steve all but ran into him, jolting him back to reality.

“Sorry, didn’t realize you stopped,” Steve laughed, sneaking in past Eddie as he stayed firmly caught on the doorframe, gaping at nothing. Steve tucked his small wad of belongings under his arm and turned back to leave the room, but Eddie still hadn’t moved.

“Hey, man, you good?” he asked, waving his free hand in front of Eddie’s face.

“Uh, yeah,” Eddie blinked hard and nodded, coming back down from… wherever he was in his head. “Sorry, I, um… sorry.”

Eddie slid past Steve into the room to pull his boots back on, sitting softly on the very edge of the bed like he was trying not to mess the blankets up, even though Steve had barely done more than shake them out to lie flat across the mattress.

Once Steve was gone and Eddie could hear him chatting with Wayne in the living room again, he took a moment to pull himself together, running his hands over the smooth bedsheets. No one else had ever made his bed for him, except for Wayne the day he had moved in. Shit, Eddie never even made his bed himself, either. But here was Steve, pretty kind funny and apparently a bit of a neat freak, and he had made Eddie’s bed.

He wasn’t sure how he felt about it, but he couldn’t let the question linger much longer than realizing he didn’t know how he felt, because he knew if he let Steve and Wayne talk any more, he’d never get Steve out of the house. Not that it was a bad thing, just… inopportune. He had other moves to make first, and unfortunately it meant Steve had to go home. For now, at least.

He shook his head again, trying to clear his brain like an old etch-a-sketch so he could focus on the task at hand, and forced himself up. He didn’t bother tying his boots; they were on his feet and that was all he needed, so he grabbed his coat and ventured back out.

“Ready?” he asked, knocking his shoulder against Steve’s as he came up behind him.

“Yeah,” Steve smiled. “Thanks, again, for letting me stay,” he said, looking between Eddie and Wayne as Eddie started pulling him out the door. Wayne nodded to Steve before he was completely dragged outside.

"So," Steve said as he and Eddie situated themselves in the van. "I know you said no dress code, but like… What should I wear, actually?"

Eddie smiled, looking behind him as he pulled away from the trailer.

"I dunno… Do you own anything other than polo shirts?"

"Yeah! This is just what I wear to work, dude, I don't dress like this all the time." 

It was a little bit a lie. In reality, that was how he dressed more or less always, but it's not like his closet was comprised entirely of shirts that looked like his mother picked them out. 

"Hm… In that case, wear something that if you wore it to work you'd get written up. Got anything like that?"

"I'm sure I can find something." Okay, maybe his clothes did all sort of look like his mother picked them. Whatever. He'd have Robin help him. He'd have time after she got off work.

Eddie stayed in the parking lot across from Steve's apartment for a minute before moving on with his day. He pulled his phone out, ignoring the Hellfire group chat's constant stream, and texted Barb instead.

B:

he made my bed

is that a thing people do?

Make their beds?

make OTHER PEOPLES beds after they stay the night

Aww, he stayed the night?

yeah. turns out that coworker i thought he was dating? they do live together but shes gay and apparently had a hot date over

anyway back to my question

Did he sleep in your bed?

yes

…

Did *you* sleep in your bed?

no jesus b i slept on the couch what kind of man do you take me for

Well, I mean, I've never had anyone do that for me, but I guess that it's not, like, outside the realm of possibility.

he also made breakfast. for all of us.

Wayne too? That’s cute.

Sounds like he just wanted to be nice.

i think waynes more in love with him than i am

Did you tell him you know Nancy?

no uh. it never came up

You should probably tell him at some point.

i dunno. feel like that might freak him out

Yeah, maybe.

Eddie rested his forehead against the steering wheel for a moment, collecting his thoughts. It’d be fine, he told himself. Steve was being nice. He’s just a nice dude. Super nice. He definitely wouldn’t care that Eddie was friends with Nancy. Shit, they weren’t even really friends. Friendly, sure, but friends? Nah. 

Get it together, Munson. He’s just a guy.

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i think i'm a little behind schedule so pt 8 will go up here in a couple hours and both parts will be on ao3 once i'm off work

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