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princesssmars · 6 months

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hazel falling in love with her childhood family friend is rotting my brain actually.

wc : 1383

sfw and slight nsfw? fem reader. thanking emma and rachel for making hazel rich because i love writing rich people stuff. i’d say maybe a good mix of cocky!hazel and loser!hazel because i love both so bad.

so for the first six years of her life she spends her winter holidays at a beautiful chalet in aspen with her parents, spending the days having snowball fights with her dad and falling asleep by the fireplace with her mom.

just like. she's rich, and her mom seems like one of thos wealthy women who loves to go on vacation to show off her perfect life and her perfect friends, so she or her husband definitely had a vacation house they'd visit every year.

when she turns seven they finally let her start skiing on the bunny slope, figuring it’s better than the little evil genius thing she does with the pots and the tiny snowmen. for a little kid she's pretty good at the sport already, if not taking the pizza and french fry tip a little too seriously.

about an hour in though, she's taking her umpteenth trip down the hill when a four foot mass slams into her right side, going at way above whatever speed limit was allowed in this area. she's lying flat on the ground, her right arm aching and her hound pounding and she's about ten seconds from crying when she looks over to see you, face planted in the snow and your shoulders shaking as you laugh like you're insane.

both sets of your parents rush over to make sure that the both of you are ok, and after you manage to calm down a bit and give hazel a very formal sounding apology that your mom whispered in your ear, you ask hazel if she can help you learn to control your speed on the slopes.

so after an hour of driving her crazy as she tries to teach you how to control your speed, your moms sit at a table watching over the both of you while sipping on their drinks and becoming fast friends.

ever since then, each winter was spent together. whether it was spending time in the snow, (hazel continued to excel at skiing, eventually giving up on trying to teach you), sharing stories of your normal lives over cups of cocoa at the cafe in the ski lodge, and helping each other decorate your christmas trees that you both had to beg your parents to buy.

whenever she went back home the days following new years, she’d count the days until she could see you again. to compensate for the time apart your parents let you send a horde of letters and e-mails to each other, letting the two of you share long phone calls on their phones when you were still to young to have your own.

hazels secret favorite hobby became photography. you couldn’t go twenty minutes without her shoving her polaroid camera in your face. she’ll tell you it’s because she’s using the vacation time to explore and try new things, and not that she constantly looks back over the photos of you with a big smile and a flush to her face.

(she also won’t mention that she’s addicted to the feeling she gets when pj and josie come over to her house and pj goes ona ten minute rant about how impossible it is that a girl that pretty could spend time with hazel without being insane. she ignores the insult because she’s hung up on the fact oh called you pretty.)

now i think hazel was pretty much always aware of the fact that she liked girls, if not because she realized that being obsessed with a certain scene from cruel intentions and always volunteering to play the husband when one of her friends wanted to play house on the playground was, in fact, not straight.

but at this point she’s maybe fifteen, she’s starting to grow into her looks and she’s definitely not ready to admit she might has a crush on you. at this point you both have had your own phones for a while, and she couldn’t even count the amount of times she had fallen asleep with you over facetime.

over the course of that year she often found herself wondering what your sexuality was. dumb ass stereotypes had her believing there was no way you, pretty and popular and preppy you could possibly be gay. and if you were a lesbian there was no chance that you'd like her back.

it was just made all the more confusing when once she had complained about how she hadn't had a girlfriend, let alone a first kiss yet and she was nearly halfway through high school with no experience for the hundredth time that you told her you had a solution for her on your next shared trip.

so you can imagine her shock when three days after landing in aspen you pull her into your room in your lodge and sit her on your bed before telling her you knew the perfect way to get more experience was to experiment with you.

"your first few times kissing and stuff can be pretty awkward, so why not just do it with me? i can show you the ropes and stuff.”

now on the outside she seemed normal, agreeing with an easy smile on her face, but on the inside her brain was playing the loudest tornado siren known to man.

it starts tame, the first few days consisting of you just telling her about your past experiences with girls and how to take it slow and everything. she knows its important but it honestly feels like torture. every time you talk to her she's wondering about what you'll do to start the physical lesson, if you'll set her down on her plush bed and softly touch her, or if you'll finally get fed up with the waiting like she is and press her and take her against a wall.

if you had known you would have prepared, but hazel was a freak in disguise and had decided that she was ready to take things into her own hands. you had invited her to sleep over at yours and drink hot cocoa while watching christmas movies and she had accepted in a heartbeat. what she didn't expect was for you to be wearing really cute pajamas, your legs covered in little hello kitty's and christmas trees with a plain red top and geez she could see you weren't wearing a bra.

hazel was a ticking time bomb, and when the two of you were sitting on the couch and she watched the reds and whites and golds dance across your face and you looked ovver at her with a 'what's wrong, hazie?' she exploded, smushing her lips onto yours in a mess of limbs and teeth.

she can feel your giggles in her mouth as she presses you down into the plush of the couch, her excited hands gripping your cheeks before brushing over your chest and gripping your waist, grinding her hips into yours and groaning when your giggle turned into high pitched moans.

it feels like she kisses you for hours before you reluctantly stop, your hands going to press into her shoulders when her head follows yours to resume making out. "hazel, as much as i'm enjoying this we were supposed to be taking this slowly. since when did you know how to...do that?"

"i dont know i just," she sighs as she tries to catch her breath, starting to get embarrassed about what a virginal mess she must look and be acting like. but you seem to like it, so she starts to not care all that much. "i just really want you. i wanna do everything with you."

you smile and hold her cheek in your hand, her eyes fluttering shut at your touch. you look at the gentle expression on her face, the slowing of her breath, and how her hips still occasionally stutter downward looking for yours, and you cant find it in your heart to deny her. you never really could.

"ok, hazie. we can do whatever you want-"

you're cut off before you can finish, the girl quickly rejoining your lips together and groping at your body once again.

when she gets back from vacation, hazel is less single, less unexperienced, and more than ready to throw this in pj's face.

i kinda lost inspo for this can you tell :,(((( but i thought the idea was cute so take this thing. bye.

#bottoms movie #bottoms x reader #hazel #hazel callahan #hazel x reader #hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan fluff

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yonpote · 2 days

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mr. pote please explain shoe ig story for the ignorant (me)

not much to explain other than. dan posted an instagram story of their shoes pressed together

ok i guess ill share a LITTLE context. around late january to early february 2023 was when dan was having a mini-break from touring for philly's bday before he had to hit the road for the non-uk european shows. the thing is, there were kind of a lot of complications happening wrt tickets, especially problems surrounding the iceland show, which dan had hyped up as where he was going to end the tour, and pj even mentioned on stream that he and sophie would possibly meet dan and phil there and have essentially a double date holiday! the day before the Shoe Pic, dan had announced that the iceland show was cancelled. he posted the cancellation on his story in icelandic, here is the english translation:

Sorry for the frozen people. Couldn't bring this show to your island this trip, that's all I can say for now. It's on my bucket list to be with you one day. I'll see you then.

he then posted an ig story where he seemed to be out on a walk that was quite self-deprecating on the fact that no one takes him seriously "in life, business, or the industry." it was just a bummer day for dan. so a few twitter phannies (back when there was a Little peace) thought to make an encouraging hashtag for dan, #weloveyoudan to show some appreciation for him when he really seemed to need it! (this also spawned an in-joke hashtag my good friend @editingz0ne made, #giveamazingphilnukes, that phil tweeted about 💀)

so the next day, when dnp had both posted while at an apex legends esports competition thing, we all kinda inferred that this was a lil date, possibly as another phil bday present (still his bday week) or as a lil gift to cheer dan up, or both! and then. he posted the fuckin shoe pic.

listen. idk how to explain it. it just. felt like something so weirdly intimate? like, no idea what the context is, other than theyre sitting in the back of a cab and took a photo of their shoes pressed together. and like one is clearly phil's shoe and the other clearly dan's shoe, and i assume theyre the same shoe size (do not tell me wikifeet ppl i dont need to know) and so they just. fit perfectly together. and all this was after the harrowing previous day, and after all that dan just decided to let us in on this picture that is so silly and not really anything and yet feels so personal? its like when we hear their alien language in the texting vids, or that they get fries every saturday and call it "fry-day". like its not a bit its not playing up a dynamic for a camera its just. THEM! its just them!!!!!!!! anyway thank you for coming to my ted talk on the dan and phil shoe photo taken on february 5th, 2023 by dan howell.

#myrambles #phan #i will also reblog relevant ig stories from danandphilupdates in a bit #or you can check all the stories on indepthbants youtube channel and their 2023 playlist #this is like... its so goofy i know but this was back when we were STARVED for content #we were living off instagram stories like phil hadnt even posted a video yet that year #the shoe photo fed us for WEEKS like please appreciate the abundance of content we get from them now #and if we were starving in 2023 you cannot even imagine 2020 dude #i wasnt even around but i can just tell phannies who went thru 2020 have a haunted look in their eyes

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diorgirl444 · 1 year

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nice boys don’t kiss like that <3

remus lupin x fem!reader, a tiny little domestic fic loosely inspired by the ending of bridget jones’s diary, listen to sweet by cigarettes after sex when reading

the sun is just peaking through the blinds as you blearily open your eyes. consciously you notice that there is a gap in the bed which normally holds your human radiator of a boyfriend. you step out of bed and immediately feel shivery, tiny lacy brandy pjs may look cute but gosh are they cold. you hear your feet softly pad against the hardwood floor trying to find remus.

“remmy?” you speak loudly so he can hear you whether he is hiding.

“in the kitchen my love” you hear as your response.

when you walk into the kitchen you only see the back of him and notice that he’s making pancakes. as a thank you, you fondly wrap your arms around his middle. “morning dear” he says, his voice slightly raspy from sleep and he turns to face you.

you ponder before saying “you know I’m starting to think that you’re kind of mean remmy” but you’re smiling so widely that even you know that your words are pure nonsense. “care to explain how I’m mean? I’m making you pancakes” he says gesturing to the frying pan in his hands. you stare at him as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“well” you start “number one you left me in bed all cold, number two you wouldn’t let me have a baby and…” you trail off running out of points for this silly statement you’re making. he simply smiles at you warmly

“to your first reason, I left is to surprise you. for the second we’re 20 my love let’s wait till we can provide for the child. therefore I happen to think I’m a very nice boyfriend” with that final remark he places the pancakes onto a plate and then kisses you. remus is all passion and soft lips when he kisses, his long arms snaking their way around your waist in a way that leaves you flustered and with warm red cheeks.

“see!” you say seriously. he blinks at you confused. “nice boys don’t kiss like that!” he breaks out into entertained laughter and then his face draws serious again before saying “yes they fucking do” he pulls you in for another kiss again.

you privately think to yourself that you have the nicest boyfriend in the world. not that you’d ever admit that to him right now.

#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x fem!reader #remus lupin imagine #marauders era #maraurders

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creative-heart · 4 days

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"My thoughts will echo your name"| Esteban Kukuriczka

Chapter four: "No one has to know what we do."

Lucia’s notes: First off, I’m so sorry about last chapter, might have been a bit of a downer, but I trust me, it’s gonna get better soon. We’re back to the usual POV now. BTW the playlist “my hot girl revenge era” really exists on Spotify and it’s amazing.

+18 ONLY: If you’re no interested in reading the smutty part, please stop reading at “Whatever you say babygirl”; you can go back to reading at the next cut.

Playlist:

Bejeweled- Taylor Swift

Wildest dreams- Taylor Swift

Could you love me when I hate myself- Lily McAlpine

Love in the dark- Adele

August- Taylor Swift

Starving- Hailee Steinfeld.

Ready for it- Taylor Swift

Content Warnings: Some not too heavy smut, mainly a makeout session; Social Drinking; mention to smoking.

Word Count: 2.4k

Five days, five whole days had gone by since that night when Y/N had told Lucas to leave the apartment, not one single text or call to check how she was doing, much less him coming home and as much as the hazel eyed woman wanted to pretend like it didn’t hurt her, truth is she had been laying on the couch in her pj’s without moving, just watching Grey’s Anatomy for the fifth time. Y/N was curled up on the couch one evening when she heard the front door but she stayed in the way she was, not enough energy to move to see who it was, coming into her place. “Oh. My. God, babe….nuh, hell no, you need to get your shit together” she heard the voice of her best friend Gabriel coming in from the living room’s threshold as the tall guy made his way to her pulling the blanket off of her and turning the tv off she whined.

“Gabi, nooo. let me, I’m in the best part” Y/N protested pointing at the tv without looking at the arched brow on the black haired guy.

“You know Grey’s by heart, don’t know what this fucker did now, but I’m taking you out, you haven’t answered to my calls or texts in days, come on” as she reluctantly let her friend pick her up from the couch and walk her to the bathroom “also, you smell, and your hair is so greasy I can fry an egg on your head, you’re not this, come on, you take an all in all shower and I’ll make you something to eat, we’re going out tonight bitch” he smiled turning around and going straight to the kitchen after leaving Y/N to stare at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. As she took her image in, she rubbed her face and stepped into the shower letting the steaming water run through her body washing that week off her body, mind and soul; maybe Gabriel was right and going out would be good to her, after all, it was clear that Lucas wasn’t thinking about her, so why should she be sulking over that wanker.

Forty minutes later, she finished blowdrying and styling her hair, her staple beach waves adorning her strawberry blonde locks, she took her makeup bag out and looked at her friend who came into the room with a sandwich just as she said “Alexa, play my hot girl revenge era playlist” as …Ready for it? by Taylor Swift started playing through the speaker Gabriel handed her the plate. “This is my bad bitch bestie!” he smiled turning around to look at the outfit laid out on the bed “damn, red lace top, leather pants and jacket, you going out to eat! I love” Y/N chuckled as she ate her sandwich while doing her makeup. Once they were ready they ordered an Uber and headed out.

“Ok, so…you know how I am obsessed with Andy from La sociedad de la nieve? well, I saw he will be at this club tonight, so, that’s where we’re going, I ain’t asking, just letting ya know mkay?” Y/N chuckled softly nodding knowing that if Andy was there, there was a chance that Esteban would be and she bit the inside of her lip, because why did the thought of kuku being there made her insides flutter and the heat rise in her whole body, she hadn’t told Gabriel about the whole Esteban thing tho, and she decided to keep it that way.

“I’m gonna get so drunk tonight” Y/N chuckled as they got out of the uber before making their way inside with the passes Gabriel had secured for them. As soon as the blonde set foot in the club, she headed to the bar to get herself a drink needing to keep her mind quiet only knowing that way to do it. Y/N rested against the bar looking out into the dancefloor as she downed her mojito, searching for her first victim, determined as she was to two things, get herself drunk, and secure a hot man to make her forget about the fact that the man she had loved for 5 years had all but forgotten about her in the last week. She knew she was the one who had told him to leave, but Y/N never thought he wouldn’t come back after that night, they might be in a horrible spot, but Lucas was still her boyfriend, and in some way she still loved him, or maybe it was just the comfort of knowing what it was like.

As soon as Esteban walked into the club with the guys later that night, he could see Y/N. She was up on a table dancing and immediately a mixture of feelings cursed through his blood. A perfect combination of lust, desire, rage at seeing how the other men around her gawked and touched her legs and protectiveness over the fact that she was clearly intoxicated, the cigarette hanging from her lips quite a sexy sight as she moved to the beat of the music. Without even hesitating about it, he made his way across the dancefloor swiftly, he didn’t give a flying fuck anymore about Lucas, if he wasn’t going to take care of her, he would. When he got up to the table where Y/N was he pushed the men aside and looked at her “Y/N can you please get down from that table?” he held his hand out for her. When Y/N heard that voice over the music she knew exactly who it belonged to, only Esteban’s voice could send a jolt of electricity down her spine straight to her center and she turned around to face him shaking her head moving down just so she was at his level.

“Now…why would I handsome? can’t you see how many gentleman are offering to get me drinks?” she smirked whispering in his ear biting her lower lip as she moved in front of her face stopping just mere inches away from his, staring down into his eyes and kuku swore she could see right into his soul, those Hazel orbs were so deep and entrancing. Before she could get away he picked Y/N up in his arms, his hands resting on the back of her thighs just below her ass cheeks and put her down from the table walking away. “Esteban put me down” the girl said in a tone she hoped to be firm and demanding but that much against her will came out breathy and whiny. Once they were far enough from that table and closer to the rest of the guys the brown eye guy let her down purposefully running his hands up Y/N’s sides which caused a new wave of electricty and goosebumps to course through the younger one’s body.

“Whatever you say babygirl” Esteban said looking straight into Y/N’s eyes his hands resting on the girl’s exposed waist. Her skin is as soft and warm as he had dreamt it would be. His eyes switching between the blonde girl’s eyes and lips as she spoke, not that he could hear what she was really saying all he was really thinking about was how much he wanted to kiss her right now, press her against his body and finally taste her lips. As Y/N kept complaining about what a killjoy he had been for taking her down from the table she found herself quite intoxicated, not only by the booze running thought her bloodstream but also by the taller guy’s perfume flooding her senses, she couldn’t think straight, his hands were still on her waist, her boobs pressed to his chest and she could see how dark his eyes were while looking at her.

Y/N didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the fact that she couldn’t deny anymore how hot Kuku was but she grabbed his shirt in her fists to pull him down to her crushing her lips to his, her eyes fluttered closed and she felt the sigh escape from the eldest lips and she took the chance to deepen the kiss as they started fighting for dominance in the kiss. Esteban’s hands slowly moved around exploring Y/N’s body at the same time as he pulled her closer to him if that was even a possibility, the soft moans escaping the girl’s lips taking his chance to tug on her lip as he pushed her up against a nearby wall her hands wrapping around his neck holding him closer to her as his lips trailed down her jaw to her neck slowly kissing all over, each touch setting a fire on her skin that lingered after he had moved on to the next. When kuku placed a kiss onto the spot right under Y/N’s ear she moaned into his ear closing her eyes as she could feel the smirk on his face right before he bit down on it gently.

Before Y/N could even stop herself she pressed her center to his, eager to feel as much of him as she could without taking their clothes off, but as soon as kuku felt her doing that his hands went back to her hips and he pulled himself apart a bit biting his lip, their breathing heavy and irregular with desire and need. He looked at the girl and leaned in whispering in her ear “as much as this is turning me on, and no matter how much I wanna take you home and fuck you right now, you’re one, quite drunk, and two, still my friend’s girlfriend as far as I know, and no matter how much of a douchebag he may be, I won’t do that” kuku rested his forehead against hers closing his eyes and while Y/N wanted to hit him for cutting of the moment like that, the fact that he was so respectful made whatever she was feeling inside her at the moment for him, grow stronger and she nodded looking at every single one of his freckles.

When Esteban pulled up outside of Y/N’s place he turned around to find her looking at him “wanna come in for a cup of coffee?” she smiled softly, her eyes still slanted from the alcohol pumping through her “I swear I won’t try to jump your bones…not that I don’t want to” she whispered the last part hopefully quiet enough to not be heard by the elder guy, but judging by his smirk, she hadn’t been successful “I just wanna thank you for bringing me home, plus I think you could use the caffeine”.

The brunette nodded getting out of the car with her and locking it before walking into her place as he looked around “so…Lucas isn’t here?” As soon as she had stepped foot into her home Y/N remembered the state of the place and hurriedly picked up around so that it wouldn’t look too messy shaking her head “no….truth is….he hasn’t been here for the past 5 days” she bit her lip hard as admitting it outloud made it all the more real. Once she had thrown everything out of sight she went to start the coffee pot and rested against the countertop looking at kuku, was that a slight smile she saw on his face?

“Have you two…broken up then?” He knew he shouldn’t be this happy over this possibility, a break up is always shitty but he couldn’t help but feel at least hopeful over the chance of things working out for him. He sat down on the kitchen island in front of Y/N.

“Well…not in so many words no, I mean, not officially, but we did have an argument, five days ago, I told him I didn’t wanna see his face around here that night and he left, hasn’t come back, texted or called since then.” She whispered the last part wrapping her arms around her own body and looked down to the floor to try and blink away those stupid tears that shouldn’t even be there in the first place. Kuku frowned seeing her upset and reached out pulling her to him gently making room for her to stand between his knees and hugged her tight kissing her head.

“Honestly….if he doesn’t see the kind of woman he has standing next to him he’s even dumber than I thought, it’s his loss, truly, if I were lucky enough to be in his place…” he mumbled cutting himself short when he realized what he was about to say when he saw Y/N look up at him with glossy eyes. He sighed gently wiping her tears from her cheeks and took a deep breath before picking up where he left off, there was no use on denying what he felt now, even more so after seeing her cry, he only wanted to protect her and take care of her “If I were lucky enough to be in his place. I’d make sure to show you how important you are to me, I would do anything and everything in my power to help you achieve your dreams, you’re a wonderful person, gorgeous inside an out from what I’ve gotten to know you, and you deserve to have as your partner someone who sees how special you are and helps you shine on your own, who builds your light up, not someone who tries to dim you down.” Y/N kept looking at Esteban, not only could she look at him all night because he was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen, but hearing him say that, not only made her insides burn with desire, it made her heart swell with love.

That night, standing on that kitchen floor between Esteban’s knees, she understood two things, not only she didn’t love Lucas anymore and was determined to officially break things off with him as soon as possible, but she was also falling in love with the man in front of her, she was falling fast, she was falling hard, and she was falling deep in love with him and this was either gonna be the love story she was gonna tell her kids, or the break up that was gonna ruin her life. But either way, she was ready to find out.

Lucia’s notes: I told you all it was gonna get better didn’t I? and you haven’t seen the half of it! If you wanna be tagged in coming posts, please coment below. Also, no comments or likes needed but they are much appreciated. I love hearing what you think!

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#esteban kukuriczka fics #esteban kukuriczka fanfic #esteban kukuriczka smut #esteban kukuriczka x reader #lsdln #lsdln cast #lsdln x reader #lsdln smut #esteban kukuriczka #fanfics #fanfiction

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cursedcola · 1 year

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I just want an emotionally content Malleus. Domestic Malleus. Enjoying-the-simple-things Malleus. With his hair messily tied in a low bun at the side of his neck - his bangs pinned back with bobby pins and a few stray hairs lingering. Lazing around in cringey ass plaid PJ bottoms and an oversized t-shirt that has a brightly colored, cartoon, tomogachi print. The shirt that he noticed on a sale rack at a nearly-abandoned human mall and instantly fell in love with. The one he bought on an outing with you, and now wearing it brings him comfort.

I want early morning Malleus, who has over time grown soft to the luxury of silence. It no longer reeks of loneliness, and is comforting. No expectations - he can sit in his room, sipping his tea,with a book, and not have to think of an advisor or servant telling him that he’s needed. His posture slumped in his armchair, relaxed, and the sight nothing like what a prince should look like. He’s readying himself for the day, at a place where nothing is predictable and he learns more than any academic lecture could begin to teach .

I just want ‘normal’ Malleus. Where people have conversations about him that don’t involved how powerful he is, or how scary he is - and he goes about his day knowing that there will not be stares as he walks by. Where he can leave his room and not be subjected to praise for the tiniest movement. Normalcy. Where he can wear ugly plaid pajama pants, run a hand through his knotted hair, snuggle in his tacky shirt that brings him comfort, and sip his tea while enjoying a book - and it wouldn’t be something difficult for someone else to envision.

-FIN-

I was working on my sentientAU and couldn’t get this out of my head >_<

Keep reading if you’d like to hear a wee bit about my thought process for the diasomnia chapter. Do not proceed otherwise.

My brain goes places when I think of modern Malleus in our world - or even just Malleus when he’s not expected to maintain a princely persona and not have people walking on eggshells when they talk to him. I feel like he’d quickly take to simple pleasures if he could break free from his label, and what better way than in a place he’s unknown? He wouldn’t be reining in any of his curiosity anymore. If something was of interest - he could do it. Not just to try either. It could become a norm.

It wouldn’t be quick. There would be a curve, but over time I can just see him soaking up these simple pleasures that we don’t think twice about. He’s the main character’s love interest in a hallmark movie who sees life in every little thing - from the bright lights at a 24hr arcade to air frying chicken nuggets at 3:30am for a snack. He’s still much more formal than anyone on earth could ever be. More cautious and a naïve towards independency (i mean, yes baby is lonely but he has always had family). He’s also the dork who spews random facts of knowledge at inconvenient times, often indulges in take-out after it becomes something more accessible, religiously wears tacky t-shirts with his suits after seeing tony stark on tv ONCE (he wishes to be a cool ‘dude’), and somehow has slotted into modern earth living like a perfect puzzle piece because he was given the chance to experience culture shock the RIGHT WAY. Meaning, fuck around and find out. Which he can’t DO in twisted wonderland because if he ‘fucks around and finds out’ then it is going to affect more people than just himself. Malleus is literally the ‘bird in a cage’ analogy over in TW. Except he already knows how to fly, and he chooses to stay pinned down for the happiness of his owner(the valley) and family.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #twst malleus draconia

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yelenasdiary · 1 year

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My Little Secret || Part III

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader

Summary: You meet Kate, Yelena’s best friend for the first time.

Slight Angst | Fluff | 1.5K |

Translations: милая девушка (pretty girl),

AC: Finally made a little part 3 to my favourite AU!! Enjoy

Part 1 & Part 2

After meeting Natasha unexpectedly then meeting Melina and Alexei, it wasn't long until Yelena had you staying a few nights at the Avengers compound waiting for her best friend, Kate Bishop, to return from a mission. You've met everybody else from Tony to Peggy and couldn't help but feel a sense of love and support that Yelena had found herself in.

You knew after meeting the rest of the team and their families that Yelena was in safe hands, she always had been. All those nights when you worried about her on missions, it all made sense now, she was safe and always coming home to you and Fanny.

Of course, you both couldn't leave Fanny back home alone without somebody to stop by and feed her so Yelena had to spend a great deal of time trying to convince Tony and Steve that Fanny would be no trouble, she's toilet trained and would sleep in her room with you. That she did, you were lying on the shared bed picking at a bag of grapes binge watching Friends when Yelena had returned from training, fresh from the shower.

"You both look comfortable" Yelena smiled softly as she lent down and kissed you softly, "Mmm" you hummed against her lips, never being able to get used to the fluttering feeling she gave you in your stomach whenever she kissed you. "How was training with Nat?" you asked as she made her way over to the wardrobe, "Full of her being a smart arse as always" she replied causing you to chuckle, "oh, Kate and Clint will be back by 10am tomorrow. Nat spoke to Clint earlier" she added as she pulled her pj shirt over her head.

"Oh goodie" you smiled, "I can't wait! From what you've told me, Kate sounds wonderful!" you added. Yelena pulled the covers back as she slipped into bed behind you, naturally wrapping her arms around you and pulling you slightly closer to her before Fanny could wiggle herself between the two of you. "Did Wanda put you onto this show?" Yelena asked, placing a quick kiss on your cheek as she snuggled as close as she could to you. "Have you never heard of Friends?" you chuckled, "nope" Yelena said confidently.

"Babe, Friends is one of the biggest sitcoms of all time, how have you not heard of it by now?" you looked over your shoulder at her with a raised brow. "I guess now I have?" Yelena chuckled lightly, "you're going to be the death of me Belova" you joked shaking your head. "Almost sounds like you like that idea, Mrs Belova" Yelena teased. She's been using the new name for you in secret, she says it's to adjust to the upcoming wedding, but you knew she secretly loved calling you by it, making it more obvious that you were really hers.

Yelena woke up before you, smiling softly to herself when she slipped out of bed to take a peep at you. You had Fanny lying beside you as you cuddled her like a pillow, Fanny didn't move an inch when Yelena snuck out of the bedroom to make you a coffee. "You're up early" Natasha greeted Yelena as she walked into the kitchen. Wanda was by the stove making the compound a big breakfast while Natasha sat "looking pretty" as Wanda would say.

"Kate's coming back together" Yelena reminded her older sister.

"Ooo, are you nervous about her meeting Y/n?" Natasha asked in a teasing tone. "Leave the kids alone, Natalia" Wanda playfully slapped her wife's arm. "Oh, come on, I was only asking" Nat argued before taking a bite from her toast, "No, I'm more worried about how much they'll like each other" Yelena admitted. Wanda turned wave from the stove with the fry pan in her hand and scooping the bacon onto a clean plate, "well, that's a good thing, isn't is?" Wanda asked as she looked up at Yelena.

"Yeah, but you've met Y/n and Kate" Yelena shrugged.

"Oh, honey, you have nothing to worry about. Y/n loves you; I've seen the way you both look at each other. Besides, Kate wouldn't do anything to ruin what you have with Y/n, she's your best friend" Wanda smiles softly hoping her words would assure Yelena with her worries.

"Come on, Lena, Y/n is crazy about you. Sure, her and Kate will probably get along really well but Y/n said yes to you" Natasha puts her 2 cents worth in.

"So I'm not stupid for having these thoughts?" Yelena asked looking between the two women. "Of course not!" Wanda quickly places the fry pan back on the stove, "everybody has these thoughts. You've had Y/n all to yourself, you've never had to worry about those thoughts before. As much as this is new to Y/n, it's also new to you and it's okay to be nervous" she added with a soft smile as she looked at Yelena again.

"What are you? The love guru?" Natasha looked at her wife with a glaze. "I'm just trying to help" Wanda mumbled.

"Thanks for the ted talk" Yelena smiled as she began to pour you a mug of freshly made coffee before pinching two slices of Natasha's toast and leaving the room.

The strong smell of coffee woke you as you turned onto your back and slowly opened your eyes, smiling tiredly to Yelena as she placed your coffee on the bedside table. "Good morning, милая девушка" she placed a kiss on your forehead while you woke yourself up more. "Good morning" you replied as you began to sip up, instantly reaching for your coffee, "How did you sleep?" Yelena asked.

"Always good when you're here" you smiled then sipped your coffee, "you?" you added. "No complaints" Yelena smiled softly as she sat down on the edge of the bed, "So Kate will be here within the next hour and half, right?" you asked, Yelena nodding, "Sweet, did you want to take Fanny for a walk before hand?" instantly Fanny shot up from her sleeping position at your mention of a walk. "Doesn't look like I have a choice now" Yelena chuckled.

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Walking back into the compound after a long and relaxing walk with Yelena and Fanny the laughter coming from the common room only confirmed with Yelena that Kate had arrived back from her mission was a jolly as she always has been. "You ready?" Yelena turned to you, Fanny's leash tightly wrapped around her hand to keep her form wondering off around the compound, Tony's rules. "To meet Kate? I've been waiting all week" you smiled softly seeing the hint of worry in Yelena's eyes, "it'll be okay honey, I don't know why you're so worried" you placed a kiss on her lips.

"I'm not worried" she nervously chucked, "I'm going to take Fanny up to the room, will you wait here for me?" she added. "Sure can" you smiled softly.

"Where's Yelena? Is she back from her break yet?" You heard a voice who you could only assume was Kate asking. "Uh, yeah, I think she went out for fresh air. She would be back soon" you heard Natasha reply. You couldn't help but feel proud of Yelena for opening her world up to you a little more, meeting her family and now getting to meet her best friend was big for her and you could see that in her eyes. You were no longer a secret she kept from those around her but now a part of her family.

"If Kate gets too much, send me a sign and we'll go do something else" Yelena returned. "Will you stop worrying? I'm sure Kate is lovely" you smiled reaching for her hand, "come on, I heard her asking for you" you added before the two of you made your way to the common room. The woman with long brown hair smiled widely when Yelena and you entered the room, "there you are!" Kate said not even taking notice of Yelena's hand holding yours.

"Here I am" Yelena replied, gently giving your hand a squeeze, "Is this a new recruit? I'm Kate!" she walked over to you both and shook your hand, "Actually, this is Y/n" Yelena corrected her friend, "my fiancée" she added. "Wait a minute, you never told me you were seeing somebody, are you playing a joke on me Lena? Because if so, that's not fair! You are very beautiful" Kate smiled at you.

"She's not joking but thank you very much, you have breath-taking eyes" you smiled, Yelena squinted her eyes at her friends attempts to flirt. "How did I miss this?" Kate frowned slightly as she looked at Yelena. "I just didn't want to tell everybody, but we've been together for over two years" Yelena confessed earning a growing smile on Kate's lips, "that explains so much, it's lovely to meet you, finally" She looked to you with the same smile.

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well" you returned the smile.

The meeting went a lot better than Yelena thought, after dinner everybody sat around playing cards. Yelena couldn't stop stealing glances at you whenever you and Kate broke out into laughter, "told you everything would be fine" Wanda lent over and whispered to the blonde assassin, "she's still my little secret" Yelena whispered more so to herself with a soft smile as she watched how happy you were, making her fall in love with you all over again.

#yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #fanfiction #black widow #marvel #florence pugh

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venusvity · 3 months

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이초희 …… ( THE WEIGHT OF YOU: PART THREE. )

❝Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.❞ ― William S. Burroughs

CHARACTERS : CHLOE LEE … SON ROAN … CHO JIHAN

WORDS : 1.3K

WARNINGS / NOTES : Dead Body. Physical Violence. Really just a piece about Chloe's mental and her start to coping with her abuser finally being dead. If I missed something, let me know! Thank you so much for reading! rbs, comments, and asks are always appreciated ♡

PART ONE ... PART TWO ... PART THREE

Sitting between two grown men sits Chloe still in her PJs, blood still splattered across her face and decorating the lace of her tank top. The truck Roan is driving is old and jostles around a lot as he drives down the dirt road that seemingly leads to nowhere. Her manicured hands rest on her bony knees, while polish and pink designs adore them. They’ve been driving for what feels like hours now, passing through cities and neighborhoods until they’ve ended up in the countryside.

It’s been a long time since Chloe’s been to the countryside. She hates the woods. Bad things happen in the woods. Bad things that have been replaying through Chloe’s mind all night. Bad things that Hyojin facilitated and encouraged despite saying he loved her. Chloe would never do to Hyojin what he did to her, but that’s because she truly loved him despite his glaring red flags.

The neon-painted warning signs Chloe ignored back then mean nothing now, though. Hyojin is dead, and she isn’t. It’s a victory very few people in Chloe’s position get to relish in. She didn’t want to look like a psycho in front of Roan and Jihan, but throughout the ride, every time she’d hear the dead weight of Hyojin’s body in the bed of the truck being tossed around, she’d smile or chuckle. She couldn’t help it. Hyojin was dead, and she wasn’t. It was almost too amusing.

The three of them haven’t spoken the entire ride. They’ve barely looked at each other. Jihan would glance at Chloe when he heard her chuckle, clearly fighting the urge to join in with her. He found Chloe amusing, fascinating even, but given the circumstances he stayed silent, knowing that saying anything would ruin the comfortable silence the trio had unwillingly built.

“Alright,” Roan grunts, putting the truck in park when they get to their supposed destination. Chloe leans forward to look past Jihan and out his window, feeling nothing but miles and miles of grass. She has no idea where the hell they are but oddly, she feels safe. She knows why she feels safe. The only person capable of hurting her is dead in the back of the truck, soon to be lit on fire and turned into nothing but ash. Truthfully, Chloe hasn’t felt this safe in years. It’s a refreshing feeling.

Roan and Jihan open their doors at the same time, Jihan holding the door open for Chloe and extending his hand out for her to help her down. Chloe feels like a princess on her way to the ball when she takes the man’s hand, elegantly stepping down and into the grass with a small hum as she cranes her neck around to take in her surroundings.

“It’s very nice out here,” Chloe says, speaking the first thing that comes to her mind. Jihan hums, nodding as he looks around as well.

“Stunning, actually.”

Roan clears his throat, causing the both of them to turn their attention towards him. He stands with an unamused look on his face and hands on his hips.

“Someone help me with this body, please.”

When Hyojin’s body is laid in the damp grass, Chloe can’t stop herself from starring at him, arms limply at her side and an expressionless look on her face as Roan and Jihan work on getting the fire set up, sticks and leaves cracking beneath their feet.

Chloe can’t believe she’s looking at the devil right now. How she’s staring at him and he can’t do anything about it. He’s stiff and cold with a dent in his skull. She blinks, taking a step toward him with a tilt of her head like he’d wake up. His jaw is slightly ajar and eyes blankly stare up at the sky. He is dead and she isn’t. Chloe just can’t believe it.

She taps his body with her foot, watching as he sluggishly moves with just the slightest touch. There’s a calming feeling of nothingness blanketing her as she taps him again, waiting to hear his protests but they never come. She taps his side again this time with more force, taking a deep breath when she hears her foot collide with his flesh. It’s a dull sound, barely there, but it makes Chloe’s heart beat faster.

She rears her foot back, landing a hard and swift blow to Hyojin’s side. He says nothing but his body limply moves, making Chloe take a shaky breath and her brows to knit as if she’s confused. She wants him to say something, she wants him to scream, she wants him to beg her to stop, and she wants to hear him cry. Chloe wants to hear herself in Hyojin. Her eyes are suddenly hot and her chest feels like it's on fire, making her lips press into a firm line.

“Stupid,” Chloe whispers as she kicks him again. “Stupid fucking monster.” She slams her foot into Hyojin again, and again, and again until she’s breathing like a maniac, sweat forming on her hairline and calve beginning to burn. She can’t stop it even if she wants to. It’s like she needs to kick him until something in him breaks. She needs to hear a crack, a snap, she needs to hear it to make herself stop.

It’s not fair that Hyojin and his friends could break something inside her but she couldn’t do the same. It’s so tiring. It’s such a tiring secret but Chloe will keep it until she dies, preferring to be weighted down by a confession she’ll never utter instead of another soul knowing what happened to her. She thinks it’s funny that Hyojin is the one lying in the grass now, being brutalized by her even if he can’t feel anything.

Chloe has a vague memory of feeling nothing that night in the woods. It was like her mind and body shut down to protect her from what was happening to her. She still doesn’t know if she’s grateful for it or not.

Desperate for a break, Chloe stomps her foot down on Hyojin’s ribs once, twice, three times, yelling with every stomp out of desperation as her body starts to get tired but she pushes herself to deliver one last blow. There’s a dull snapping Chloe’s never heard before, making her eyes widen as she stares at her foot on Hyojin’s chest. It’s deeper than it was a second again, making Chloe hold her breath for a moment before inhaling through her nose with a stiff nod.

“I’d rip you open if I could,” Chloe tells Hyojin’s body, lifting her foot from his chest and placing it back on the grass. It’s like she’s brought back to Earth in that moment where she can feel the men behind her staring at her back, making her sniffle as she fixes her hair. She tucks the dark strands behind her ears, clearing her throat as she turns around slowly.

Chloe’s eyes stay on the grass in front of her, only seeing Roan and Jihan’s shoes as she steps away from Hyojin’s body, crossing her arms as she stands off to the side to let them finish the job.

Her work is done. Now, all she has to do is wait for the fire to catch.

#╰ * VENUS : scenarios ⧽ burn it to the ground .#ficnetfairy #fictional idol group #fictional idol community #kpop fanfic #idol oc #kpop oc #fake kpop oc #kpop au #idol au #kpop addition #idolverse #oc girl group #bts addition #fake kpop girl group #fake kpop idol #oc kpop group #stray kids addition

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miastideclock · 1 year

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twisty-tie

i originally wrote this for chan, but i now realize i never said any names. so guess what bestie, this is for everyone. requested by: me bitch :) word count: like 800-ish warnings: mentions of food, i did NOT proofread whatsoever, sorry bout that

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it's 3:05am "psst." "hmm?" "are you awake?" "yah." "i'm starving." "oh thank god, same."

you went to the kitchens, you in fuzzy socks and one of his shirts. him in pj-pants, raw dogging the floor - barefoot.

"i didn't wanna say anything, but that restaurant we went to for dinner.." "scammed us. those portions weren't enough to feed a cat."

you were slicing bread to go in the toaster, while the pan was warming up for the eggs. while you were carefully plopping the bread in its designated slits on the toaster, he reached around you and hugged you from behind. he had been humming this whole time, but the volume seemed to grow as his head rested on your shoulder. you caught on to which song he was humming, and started gently swaying in tune with him.

without saying anything, he spun you around, and readjusted you so you were in a slow dancing position. you rested your head on his chest as his humming escalated to gentle singing. you didn't realize time had passed until the sound of the toaster scared the both of you to the point of jumping. instantly, the two of you were in a fit of giggles, amused by your reactions.

you went to collect the toast, but every time you looked at him you started laughing again. it eventually got to the point where he had to sit down on the floor, and you were doubled over with tears in your eyes. in all honesty, it wasn't all that funny, but the shared looks every now and then made it seem like the greatest joke of all time. after a while you collected yourselves enough to fry the eggs and set the table.

as usual, you talked about everything and great nothings while you ate, whispering for some reason as you did. you were the only ones in the house, but the aggressively red light that shone from your oven told you it was way too late at night to talk at a regular volume. the conversation lulled and faded out, leaving you in a comfortable silence. quiet time between you had never been an issue, the two of you both grateful just to be in each others presence.

you looked at each other with love and admiration when he suddenly got up from his seat and walked over to the kitchen counter. he messed around with the breadbox for a while, his back turned towards you the entire time, so you couldn't see what he was up to. when he eventually turned back around, his right hand was hiding something behind him.

"since the day i met you, i've always known i wanted to do this; i just never knew when. but when we were sitting here, i though: why wait?" he started, continuing to hide something behind his back. you tried to detect what was going on with his voice, and concluded there was an ever-so nervous shake in it.

"the past hour and a half has been a summary of why i fell in love with you. you are the only person in the world who makes me laugh so hard at absolutely nothing. there is no one else i would rather have meaningless conversations with at three am. the only person i want to dance with in the kitchen with no music. the only one i want to spend the rest of my life with. which is why i'm asking you.."

by now you were slowly tearing up, and had turned to sit sideways on you chair, facing him.

he bent down on one knee, and pulled out what he was hiding behind his back. it was the blue, plastic twisty-tie that secured the bread bag, but twisted into a ring.

"will you make me me the happiest man alive," his voice seemed to almost give out as he whispered the last part. "and marry me?"

moving faster than light itself, you flung yourself off your chair and crashed into the floor, pulling him with you down. your answers where muffled, as your face was stuffed into the crook of his neck, but he definitely heard your many, many yeses.

he sat you both up, your legs draped over his lap as you sat on the floor next to him. he was grinning like a madman when he places the homemade engagement ring on your finger, and twisted it to fit. you stared at the twisty-tie ring while using your free hand to wipe the tears that had now fallen. however, you were quickly pulled out of your trance when he grabbed your chin between his pointer and his thumb, and kissed you.

not like a boyfriend would kiss you, but like a husband to-be.

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cheers, bentley♡

#kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #kpop one shot #kpop requests #stray kids #skz #stray kids scenarios #stray kids reactions #stray kids one shots #stray kids requests #stray kids drabbles #i am growing more delusional by the second :)#bang chan imagines #bang chan

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lilozzzyo3569 · 6 days

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Benny Miller X Female Reader

Synopsis: You are Benny’s best friend and decide to have a hang out night after his fights. Fresh off a win he comes to your place to celebrate

Pairing: Benny Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: MDNI, cursing, implied alcohol consumption, angst, fluff, use of affectionate nicknames, size difference, reader is much smaller than Benny

It was fight night! You unfortunately weren’t able to make the fight so you texted Benny to come over to celebrate.

You had just gotten out of the shower, when you heard your front door opening. You quickly wrap the towel around your body as you walk into your living room to see Benny taking off his shoes, as he looks over at you. You hold your towel as you say “and weighing at something like 200 pounds and standing at way taller than me, THE BEST FIGHTER IN THE WORLD and the crowd goes wild baaah” you smile as you pretend be an announcer making Benny’s face light up. He walks over to you and bends down to pick you and hug you. “Eeek Benny, you’re gonna break me” you giggle as Benny laughs as he buries his face into your hair, “Whatever short stack,” he puts you down only just now realizing that you are wearing only a towel making him slightly blush, “why are you not wearing clothes?” You chuckle “well considering I thought someone might be breaking into my apartment, I just ran out of the shower and-” you are cut off by the doorbell ringing. “Oh the pizzas here!” You open the door, overly excited since you were starving, Benny saw you open the door and take the pizza while the pizza delivery guy stared at you hungrily. Benny stood behind you giving the man a death glare making him look down ashamed, “um here” he said as he practically ran away. You turn around to pass the pizzas to Benny who was still giving a bit of a glare at the door making you look up at him confused, “were you giving him the glare Ben?” you gently hit his arm. “That guy was looking at you like you were the pizza,” Benny remarks as he goes to the couch with the pizzas. You roll your eyes as you go to the fridge to grab a couple beers and putting them in front of him on the couch on the coffee table. “I think I would notice if someone was looking at me like I was a pizza,” you stand in front of him with your hands on your hips, Benny looks up at you in your towel and still a bit wet causing him to choke a bit on the pizza he was shoveling down his throat. “You never notice because I am usually right behind you giving them ‘the glare’,” you roll your eyes and start to walk away to put on your pjs “ya now Benny I can take care of myself, I don’t need you to protect me from every man in the world.” you chuckle as you go to your room.

You come back now wearing one of Benny’s old shirts and sit on the couch next to him to snag a slice of pizza, as you see what Benny had picked to watch. You turn to see Benny looking a bit perplexed and no longer eating. “Hey is everything okay?” you ask a bit worried as you scoot closer to him and put your arm around his shoulder, Benny tended to be a bit up and down after a fight but never like this. He simply sighed “I’m fine, sorry just zoned out for a bit” he says trying to go back to drinking his beer. “Oh no ya don’t I know that look that wasn’t a zone out that was a deep thought, I know because I could little puffs of smoke coming out of your ears” you joke as you are now resting on your knees, turned towards him and holding his face to blow out the imaginary smoke. Benny starts to laugh as you almost climb into his lap, he puts down his beer and starts to tickle you, making you squeal in his hands. He ends up tumbling on top of you, making you laugh out of breath, “Benny-hahaha-you're crushing-haha-me” your eyes are closed and Benny is just looking down at you as he stops tickling you. You finally open your eyes to see Benny smiling down at you, “what?” you ask as he says “I missed you small fry.” Benny leans down and hugs you, essentially cuddling into your chest making you giggle as you two tangle your bodies together on your couch and he gets comfortable using you as his human sized pillow. “I missed you too, even though I saw you like two weeks ago” you stroke his hair making him sigh. “I know but I just missed you is all, and being around you and *cough cough*-sorry um I should go shower” and before you can respond Benny gets up and grabs his bag to shower. Benny comes back, hair wet, wearing a pair of gray sweats and nothing else, your breath catches in your throat making him laugh. “Like what you see?” you roll your eyes and throw a pillow at his head which he catches and responds menacingly “oh you’re gonna regret that” you giggle as you put down your pizza slice and stand up to look at him from across your living room and stare at him “make me.” Benny growls and charges at you picking you up and tickling you as you giggle and tickle him back in return struggling and squirming back and forth until you both end up back where you started on the couch. You end up on top of Benny straddling his hips, tickling the soft spot on his neck forcing him to groan unexpectedly, leaving you slightly shocked until he takes the opportunity to tickle you right on your hips. You laugh out loud and twitch causing you to accidentally grind down against his hips. You both let out an unabashed moan, until you both look at each other blushing. You and Benny look into each others eyes with shock and you whisper first “umm- *you chuckle* maybe I should get up,” Benny chuckles back and rasps “you don’t have to” as he gently starts to caress your sides. You lick your lips, before biting your lip making him groan and roll his eyes into the back of his head, “oh baby please don’t do that” you blush feeling exactly what you are doing to him making you blush even deeper. You chuckle and decide to flirt back with “well maybe I shouldn’t get up, considering you’re already seem …up” you giggle before looking away. Benny moves his hands up to hold your face and smile up at you. Benny licks his lips and says “would it be a bad time to admit that I have wanted this since the first time I met you?” You look down into his beautiful eyes, and respond "only if I can admit that I have felt the same way since your first fight." You smile and lean down to kiss him, as he smiles and grabs your hips to pull you closer, "maybe this would be a better conversation for your bedroom instead of the couch hahaha" he winks before picking you up as if you weight nothing. You squeak and hit his chest weakly "Benny hahaha!"

FIN

#benny miller #benny miller x reader #benny miller x you #triple frontier #benny miller imagine #benny miller fic

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petitmimosa · 29 days

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This or That Ask Game

Tagged by @alittlefrenchtree for an obscure reason. Should've made you guess what I was going to answer and you'd get one sugar per cup of tea for each one you got right.

Iced or hot coffee ☕

Why would you make me drink coffee in the first place? Why was coffee even discovered and who decided it was an acceptable beverage? If I have to make a choice, then iced and with a shit ton of sugar/chocolate/white chocolat syrup. You know Starbucks' white chocolate frappuccino? Very little coffee, lots of everything else.

Iced or hot tea 🍵

Why would you ice TEA? This is why the human race is doomed I'm telling you. Tea is to be served hot but never burnt so get that kettle off before it boils.

Lemonade or sweet tea 🍋

Sweet tea is an abomination. Why would you give me BAKING SODA TO DRINK? Ugh. Lemonade is alright if homemade by someone who's not addicted to sugar though.

Fruity or minty gum

Not allowed to chew gum anymore but I was more of a mint person. Fruity flavors were too chemical for my taste.

Pasta or potatoes

Niak. This is a hard one. Potatoes are fun and you can fry them and they're creatures of God but pastaaaaaa... Parmesan goes on pasta and for that reason only it gets my vote.

Olives or pickles

There are two things you need to know about me if we're gonna share food together: I will never, ever willingly consume olives and will have pickles with absolutely everything. The small ones though, cornichons. Not the gigantic ones people in America like to grow.

Rice or bread

Bread. Bread. BREAD.

Cookies or brownies

Brownies take too long to bake and you have more fun with cookies. Also, that's my cat's name and if I don't say cookies he will know tonight when I get home and he will bite me to punish me.

Handwritten or phone reminders-

That notes app is somewhere on my phone because I can't uninstall it. But I hate my handwriting with a passion so I just remember everything since I have an excellent memory.

Zip-up or pullover hoodie

I hate zip-ups, I look like a whale in them. And hoodies are COZYYYY.

Jeans or sweatpants

I look even more like a whale in sweatpants so I'll have to say jeans. But when I'm home I'm just wearing pjs.

Flip flops/thongs or slides

Both are evil so they can crawl back to where they belong. I'll sleep with socks (even thin) all year long. I'll take them off when we reach 40°.

Paperback or ebook

I use my kindle before bed but paperback all the way when you want to spend hours reading.

Enemies to lovers or FWB to lovers

Enemies to lovers all the way. The hatred, the tension, the angst, the oh, oh maybe I was wrong? the messy feelings, GIVE IT TO ME I'M READY.

One bed or fake dating

That one bed trope has been alive way too long and needs to be put to rest, pun very much intended.

Hurt/comfort or whump

Hurt/comfort. I'm all for angst but the heavy hurt usually deals with atrocities and, nope.

Mutual pining or amnesia

Amnesia! That's the kind of angst I like.

Canon compliant or AU

It depends on the ship. I usually prefer canon but there are some excellent AUs out there.

Soulmate or Sports AU

My issue with sports AU is that it's almost always about the characters in the sports world rather than the chosen sport itself. I end up frustrated with how poorly depicted the sport is or how irrelevant it is to have them in this world in the first place all.the.time. Like okay they're figure skaters but why would you have them do 3 triple lutzes in one program when it's not a thing and yolo spins without telling me if it's a flying sit spin or a back camel?

Celebrity AU or Coffeeshop AU

I may have outgrown the coffeeshop AU, so, celebrity.

One shot or long fic

Quality over quantity. Which isn't an answer but :D

Anyone who wants to answer this, have at it!

#petitmimosask #i'm exhausted now

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