#I had this thought the first time I watched the movie but I didn't have the thing memorized enough to be confident in my time calls

[motorsportbarbie13]

Post It - Part 5 - LN4

when lando stumbles upon a random tiktok of a pretty american influencer, he can't stop himself from sliding into her DMs. what happens next is more than both of them ever bargained for.

warnings/notes: a bit steamy with this one (literally and figuratively hahaha) but not explicit smut. As per usual, special shoutout to the best beta reader on the planet who puts up with my shit @lestapiastrisgirl ❤️❤️❤️ pairing: lando norris x influencer!reader word count: 3k

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498,029 likes liked by lando, hannahstjohn, yourmom, and others yourusername i think we walked a million miles today. lando man, i hope you've got someone who's willing to give you a foot massage after all that walking we did today... >>>user929 EXCUSE ME user101 WEEEEEE? who's 'we' @/yourusername???? user223 'liked by lando' OF COURSE HE LIKED IT, HE'S IN THE POST user019 didn't lando's last .jpeg post also have the bamboo picture? user038 hey @/its_allegra_babes if L is with her, who are you going to visit in Monaco this weekend. >>>user222 her suitcase story is still up with the ticket to Nice clearly displayed. oh my godddddddd

Your first full day in Japan is spent at the Arashiyama bamboo forest, an hour’s train ride away from your hotel in Osaka. According to all of the research you did on the flight over, the best time to see the forest was sunrise, much to Lando’s dismay. While you were also a night owl like he was, Lando was apparently violently against getting up at such an early hour. It had taken you several attempts at 6 in the morning to get him up and out of bed, but eventually you had won. 

Nearly twelve hours later, you and Lando tumble back through the doors of your hotel suite, utterly exhausted. The suite itself is huge with 2 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms, a luxurious living room with widescreen tv and spacious veranda that looked out onto the city center. Lando had asked if you had wanted your own room, telling you that he wanted you to be comfortable and offered to pay for 2 singles instead. 

You had considered the offer for about ten seconds before deciding that the current arrangement would work. Nothing in your gut was telling you that you wanted anything other than what had already been planned. The idea of having Lando sleeping so closely to you sent a delicious shiver up your spine even now. 

Last night, about an hour after you had said goodnight and closed your door, ready for bed (alone), Lando had sent you a TikTok you could hear him laughing at through the shared wall. One text led to another and soon you were slipping beneath the sheets of Lando’s bed before switching on a movie. Nothing more had happened that night, except for you falling asleep cradled in Lando’s arms and Lando waking up in the middle of the night with you still wrapped around him. 

That had been the real reason he hadn’t wanted to get up this morning, he was too content with where you were at. 

But as he followed you through the door after walking what felt like seventy miles that day, he was glad that the had gone. The two of you had bonded on a deeper level, much deeper than Lando had ever thought possible. The connection between you two had sparked that night in February when he had slid into your DM’s but now? Now the connection was a wildfire. 

Lando watches as you drop your bag and flop down onto the couch. The entire time you’d been together today it was like the rest of the world had ceased to exist. He couldn’t remember a time where he had laughed so hard and lost track of time like he had today. He felt so stupid for nearly blowing this back in February but as he joined you on the couch, instantly tugging you closer so he could touch you again, he was relieved the universe had decided to give him a second chance. It was wild to him, how well you two were getting on still. He wasn’t usually someone  who could spend this much uninterrupted time with another person, he normally craved his alone time but with you? It was like he had told Max the night before over text, with you, it was different. 

And Lando knew from the outside looking in, this was moving so fast. No one knew that you had spend hours upon hours just talking, often falling asleep together on FaceTime, back in February. Not that it really mattered to him. If there was one lesson he had taken away from the 2024 season it was that he had to work on giving less of a fuck of what other people said and paying more attention to what those around him that mattered were saying. 

And you mattered to him. 

“I think we walked a million miles today.” You groan, kicking off your shoes before flexing your toes, the ache in the bottom of your instep creeping up your leg. Your calves were on fire from how many hills you had walked up and down in that forest today. The shots you and Lando had gotten had been 100% worth it though. You couldn’t wait to crack open your laptop later tonight and start editing for Pretty Little Lens. Posting them would have to wait, though. You never ever posted onto PLL before you left a location since your real account almost always detailed where you were and what you were doing and you didn’t want to run the risk of anyone connecting you to the account. You often mixed up locations too, posting places out of order or well after you’d left a location. PLL was how you made your money but you didn’t ever want to be the public face the account.

Lando reaches forward to pull your feet into his lap before pressing the pads of his thumbs deep into the arch of your foot. 

“Oh my God.” You groan, head tipping back to rest on the back of the couch. 

Lando chuckles softly before starting to work at the muscles of your feet with deeper strokes. You’re quiet while he massages the ache out of your feet, only making slight whimpering sounds every once in a while. Lando shifts in his seat at the sounds you’re making, hoping how hard he’s getting isn’t as obvious as he thinks it is. He can’t help it though, the sounds you’re making are downright erotic and if he didn’t know any better, he’d say you were teasing him on purpose. 

Which of course, you were. 

Several minutes pass in silence as Lando continues to work at your feed and up your calves before his phone starts to buzz in his pocket. With one hand still on your toes, he reaches for his phone. You crack an eye open to watch as he unlocks his phone and huffs a sigh. 

“Fuck. I forgot a I have a team call in 5 minutes.” He looks up at you, apologies flickering in his eyes. “I’m sorry, this is a post race thing that we do every week and I can’t miss it. It shouldn’t take long though, we’ll be fine for dinner.” 

You grin before swinging your feet out of his lap and onto the floor. “It’s okay.” You lean over before brushing your lips over the shell of his ear. “I need to take a shower before dinner anyway.” 

Lando turns his head before catching your lips with his, pressing his mouth to yours before you can get away. You hum in surprise, caught off guard by the intensity of his kiss. You’re the one to deepen the kiss though, licking your way into his mouth when he doesn’t pull away quick enough. The temptation to climb into his lap is overwhelming but the buzzing of his phone pulls you back down to earth. Tipping your forehead against his, you grin. “I’ll stop distracting you now.” 

“I don’t know,” Lando chuckles as he watches you stand, “The thought of you in the shower without me is more distracting than that kiss.” 

Laughing, you shake your head before rounding the couch to head towards your bedroom. Dragging your fingers across his shoulders as you walk behind the couch, you enjoy the way Lando visibly shudders under your touch. 

Lando watches over his shoulder as you walk down the hallway before he turns back to his phone to dial into the call. It was a routine call that Zak and Andrea held after every race weekend to debrief what went wrong and what they were going to be working on ahead of the next race. They were boring but necessary, especially since things got missed during the hustle and bustle of race weekends. 

Lando listens in as Andrea and a few engineers run through the data from the race, discussing tire wear, the strategy that had worked and what they needed to work on for Japan, and the frustrating near-miss podium finish. As he listens and interjects bits of observations himself, he finds himself distracted. His gaze keeps drifting toward the hallway you’d disappeared down. The scent of your shampoo, a mix of citrus and something with a delicate floral scent, lingers in the air, completely distracting him. 

He found himself rushing through his recap of the race when it was his turn to speak, eager to wrap things up. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the call wraps up and Lando was free to sign off. After a quick goodbye to the team, he sighs in relief, and tosses his phone onto the couch, the screen going dark.

 Lando’s surprised to hear the shower still running but as he passes the room you had claimed yesterday, he found it totally empty. Confused, he spots the white skirt you’d been wearing that day discarded in a heap outside the door to his bedroom. Lando’s heart beat picks up as he follows the trail you had apparently left him. At the foot of his bed was the top you had worn that day, discarded along with a very thin, very skimpy, white and pink lace bra. 

He nearly loses it when he sees the matching thong waiting for him at the doorway of the bathroom. 

Sultry music floats out from your phone that’s propped up on the bathroom sink. The room was humid and fragrant, air heavy with the scent of your shampoo and body wash. Steam wraps itself around Lando as he takes a few cautious steps into the tiled bathroom. It was a large en suite deal, with his and hers sinks, a huge soaking tub, and a large glass enclosed shower tiled with black marble. 

The rhythmic sound of the water mixed with the sultry music created an intoxicating atmosphere that has his heart pounding against his ribs. Lando’s breath catches when he finally spots you, your silhouette a hazy outline through the steam that clings to the glass of the shower door. He could make out the curve of your hip, the delicate line of your spine, the way the water cascaded down your body, rivulets of water doing their best win the race down your body. 

He’d never been more jealous of water in his entire life. 

Lando hesitates, leaning against the cool tile of the wall opposite the shower, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He decides to stay put, enjoying the view and the way his stomach was churning delightfully with anticipation. 

“Are you lost, baby?” Lando teases, pitching his voice loud enough so you can hear him above the soft music and thrumming water. 

You finally turn your head towards him, smirk on your lips, and Lando nearly sinks to his knees then and there. “I figured I’d try out your shower.” You rasp, voice husky with need. “Turns out, the acoustics are much better in here than in my shower.” 

It takes every ounce of control that he’s honed over his racing career to keep from stripping off his clothes right then and there when his gaze catches the swell of your breast as you turn towards him. “The acousitcs are pretty good in here, aren’t they?” He agrees, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches you pick up the loofa that had been hanging from a hook inside the shower. “The view’s not half bad either.” 

“It’s too bad your call took so long, you missed the warm up. ” You say, voice light and teasing as you squeeze the body wash bottle before lathering the loofah up. 

Lando groans as you start in on your arms, lathering them up with he bubbles. You don’t look up but you can feel his eyes on you, a gentle caress that sends shivers down your spine and goosebumps erupting all over your skin. 

“It that so?” He chuckles, moving to sit at the edge of the soaking tub that is on the opposite side of the shower. From here he can still see everything you’re doing to torture him but he can sit and enjoy the show. “Well, I’m here now. I’m sure I can catch up.” 

The rasp in his voice has heat building in the pit of your belly, sparks of electricity traveling straight to that spot between your legs that is aching for Lando’s touch. You drag the loofah up your arms, up towards your neck before stretching out to show off the delicate line of your throat. “Or maybe,” You suggest, your voice dropping to a sultry whisper as you finally lift your eyes to his. “You should just watch.” 

Lando watches, captivated, as your hands move, slow and deliberate, a silent suggestion at what could happen later tonight that sends a shiver down his spine. He could almost feel the the warmth of the water on his own skin, the scent of the body wash filling his senses. 

“I’m never taking a work call while you’re around ever again.” He laughs, his gaze lingering on the curve of your ass as you turn around to wash the bubbles off in the scalding spray or the shower head. He watches as you continue washing, the drag of your hands over your body driving him absolutely mad. As he watched he imagined it was him running his hands up and down your slick body. He was torn between keeping his gaze on you to watch you drag your fingers down the line of your body or close his eyes and pretend it was him doing the touching. 

All you do is smirk in response, enjoying the way Lando’s eyes have gone hazy with desire as he watches you. Your fingers trail down your torso, coasting over your ribcage and down towards the curve of your hip. You’d never been quite this bold before but something about how today had gone, how you’d been so comfortable all day in his presence had you so needy for him in a more physical way tonight. 

Lando chokes on a strangled moan when your fingers continue down your body, teasing their way down towards the apex of your thighs. He wants nothing more than for your hands to be his, to be touching you the way you’re touching yourself but he’s also beyond satisfied watching the show taking place in front of him. You don’t break eye contact when your fingers dip in-between your things for the first time, swirling them around your already sensitive clit. 

You can see the barely restrained control threatening to break from behind Lando’s eyes as you tilt your head back, biting on your bottom lip, while you continue to touch yourself, slipping a finger deeper inside you. 

“Fuck.” Lando whispers, shifting as his own hand drifts unconsciously towards his cock that is achingly hard. “You know,” He manages to rasp out as a gasp tumbles from your lips when you slip a second finger between your slick folds. “I’m starting to think this shower is less about getting clean and more about torturing me.” 

You chuckle, eyes darting from where you’d been watching him palm at his cock back up to his stormy expression. “Torture?” You ask. “Is that what you’d call this? I thought I was just giving you a nice little show.” The innocence in your tone betrays the fact that you’re minutes away from giving yourself a delightful orgasm right in front of Lando. 

He watches as you continue to work your fingers between your legs, the way your head is thrown back driving him insane. “Torture is exactly what I would call watching you touch yourself like that when I can’t do a damn thing about it.” 

“Well maybe next time you should wrap up your work call quicker.” You sass back before dragging your fingers back up your body. “But you’re going to have to wait,” You reach for the shower faucet before turning off the water. The quiet that settles over the room hangs heavy between you. 

Stepping out of the shower, you reach for the towel that Lando holds up for you, the soft fabric clinging to your wet skin. You murmur a quiet thank you before reaching for another towel to dry your dripping hair. When you look over at him again, a shimmer of pleasure flutters over your skin. The way he’s looking at you, his eyes dark and intense, is something that you could see yourself getting addicting too. 

And that feels dangerous. 

Lando groans in response before leaning back against the cool tile, arms crossed over his chest and frown on his face. 

“Impatient, are we?” You tease, a playful glint in your eyes. 

He pushes himself off the wall, his movements confident and deliberate. “Extremely.” He murmurs, his voice husky. He closes the distance between you then, his eyes never leaving yours. 

He reaches out, his fingers tracing your jaw. “You know,” Lando whispers, he breath warm against your lips. “I’ve been thinking of getting you back here so I could have you all to myself all day long.” 

He brings his lips to yours, a tender kiss that quickly deepens into something darker, more intense. His tongue traces the seam of your mouth, silently requesting access. You open for him obediently, sighing against him as he begins the familiar exploration that you find yourself becoming addicted to. You tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer so you can deepen the kiss this time. The world around you fades away, leaving one the feeling of his lips on yours, the taste of him, the intoxicating scent of his cologne filling your senses as you lose yourself in the way Lando touches you. 

He pulls back slightly, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Your own chest heaves as you watch the way he watches you. “Fuck.” He whispers, his hands fisting at the white towel still tied around your body. “You have no idea how hard it was to stay out here just now.” 

A shimmer of electricity zaps up your spine at the intensity of his gaze. “Now,” He murmurs, tone still husky. “Let’s get you ready for dinner. I’m starving.” He gives you a playful wink before turning towards the door. “But,” He adds before walking away, his voice trailing off behind him. “I’m going to be honest, I think I’m even hungrier for my dessert afterwards.” 

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987,109 likes liked by yourusername, maxfewtrell, keeganpalmer, and others lando.jpeg more of this please user348 if not hard launch, why hard launch shaped? user122 that is 100% @/yourusername's bracelet in that first picture >>>user889 girl, @/yourusername is literally in ALL OF THEM user988 if he wanted to, he would >>>user212 @/its_allegra_babes, i'm gonna hold your hand when i say this... yourusername looks like you're having fun!!! :) >>>user202 now they're just fucking with us.

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596,029 likes liked by maxfewtrell, lando, hannahstjohn and others yourusername dreamy few days maxfewtrell did you actually get him to set foot in a sushi place??? >>>yourusername i bribed him with kinder maxie >>>maxfewtrell is that what you kids are calling it these days >>>lando and that's a PR meeting for you!!! user000 oh she's max f approved now? >>>user857 @/its_allegra_babes oh girl, it's over now. user929 shes actually so pretty

(posted six months later to PrettyLittleLens)

5,609,298 likes PrettyLittleLens japan, you were a dream user009 bucket list trip! user034 another unreal series! you are so talented! user578 can't wait for these to be up on the website to purchase. That bamboo one is amazing!!!

lando's camera roll lately...

your camera roll lately

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[shikaizer]

HOW YOUR FIRST TIME / SEX WITH WBB PLAYERS STARTED

Finally added jana on my HC omg my pussy is shaking

PAIGE BUECKERS

you moaned thru the kiss, paige was grasping on your ass. it was all overwhelming and exciting, hooking up with a stranger was not on you list. the two of you had been stealing glances throughout the party, the stares that had deep lust in it.

paige not able to resist anymore made a very short conversation with you and followed up with her saying "wanna fuck?" and thats how you ended up here.

she bit your neck leaving dark bruises on your skin, when shes about to reach your cunt you leaned back making her look at you.

"whats wrong?" paige asked stopping all her movements. "can you be gentle? its my first time." you confessed looking up at her, paige stayed silent for a second then she let out a amused smirk.

"your a virgin? and its all mine? fuck, let me take you to my place first baby."

CAITLIN CLARK

"what the fuck was that?" caitlin slammed the door shut walking over to you, as stressed as you look, caitlin decided to make it more worse.

"leave me alone caitlin." you muttured not having any energy, you felt weak since all eyes were on you earlier and you just did something stupid that also getting caught in trouble.

"i was kicked out the game because of you." she growled and you sighed. "i know im aware." you muttured not raising your voice.

she stepped closer eyes shooting daggers on you. "what? are you gonna punch me?" you asked looking over at her. she clicked her tounge scanning your face, and suddenly, she slammed her lips on yours, roughly.

she pulled away grabbing on your hair. "you need to show me your sorry." her voice was firm and serious.

JUJU WATKINS

This past few days, you haven't been getting any sleep, it was the end of your s.y and you thought you'll be having rest today, guess not.

juju has been taking very diferrent girls everyday in her dorm, basically fucking them senselessly, you kinda got used to the routine but it was tiring.

you opened this to her and she said she'll make it up to you, she did. but she needs to be in it.she suggested that the both of you watch some movie in her bed, but you just took it as a way of her apologizing.

right now the both of you are laying down besides each other, your back was pressed againsts juju's chest while you focused on the TV, so focused that you didn't feel juju's hand trailing on your thigh, getting higher.

when you noticed, your kinda shocked, but you ignored it, but now your waiting for what shes going to do next, but what she did is, she started kissing your neck. "i want you."

JANA EL ALFY

You caught jana staring at you again with those lost eyes, everytime you looked over at her, she was already staring at you, it wasn't even an issue but the way she was staring at you tells something.

not until staring was not the only one that is being shared. both of you are currently locked in a room at a party. you dont know how to two of you got here, kk asking for favor to get her tru fru upstairs, and jana was in this room, turns out they set the two of you up because honestly they have seen the way both of you look at each other.

"shit sorry— it wont budge." jana states looking over at you, and quickly looking away when your already staring. "those bitches." you muttured under your breath annoyed. "im gonna kill them i swear." you sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at the window, jana slowly looked over at you again and her eyes sticked to your exposed thighs your panty showing thru the short skirt. she sighed and sat down next to you.

jana took this chance to stare at you and scan your face "your so beatiful you know?" she muttured and you smiled cheeks heating up, the both of you looked at each other for a brief moment before jana took the courage to kiss you deeply, pinning you down on the bed.

AZZI FUDD

You and azzi have been following a firm rule "marriage before sex." the both of you respected each other and it wasn't something that your forced to follow.

but tonight was one of those nights where the both of you finally gets to explore one another. the room was dim, scented candles around and rose petals everywhere.

azzi kissed you passionately caressing your waist, azzi pulled away and rubbed your cheeks smiling. "are you sure your ready love?" azzi looked at you deeply and you nodded smiling. "just tell me if you start to feel uncomfy okay?" azzi commanded and you nodded. azzi pulled the string of your dress letting it slip down to your legs to the floor.

she placed soft kisses on your shoulder to your neck making you moan. " i love you so much my love." azzi muttured.

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[devilish-cherry]

choso relationship headcanons ♡

ᨳ♡₊➳ choso x reader

ᨳ♡₊➳ crack, fluff

ᨳ♡₊➳ choso nation, we rise. this was supposed to be a short list, but then i blacked out and wrote 20+ of these like my brain was fully infected with choso thoughts lmao i had way too much fun writing these and if even one person giggles, kicks their feet, or whispers ‘he’s so babygirl’ under their breath, then my mission is complete. mwah mwah enjoy the choso brainrot 🖤

₊⊹. choso is very affectionate, but he does not know how to initiate it. he wants to cuddle, but instead of asking, he just sits near you… closer… closer… until you finally sigh and pull him into your arms. mission accomplished.

₊⊹. choso lets you paint his nails. he does not react at all while you do it, but later, when he catches his reflection, he stares at them with pure admiration.

₊⊹. choso picks up on your habits without realizing it. if you always hum while making food, he will also start humming while making food. he is an imprint duck.

₊⊹. choso sees you shiver once and immediately wraps you in his scarf without hesitation, completely deadpan. you try to protest, but he just goes, "you are cold. i do not require it." end of discussion.

₊⊹. choso reacts to you putting your head in his lap for the first time by going completely still like a statue, unsure of what to do with his hands. eventually, after much contemplation, he awkwardly places one (1) hand on your head.

₊⊹. choso finds out about couples wearing matching clothes and gets very serious about it. suddenly, you have matching scarves, jackets, socks—he doesn’t even ask, he just starts handing you things to wear.

₊⊹. choso learns how to cook just so he can make your favorite meal for you. he is not good at it at first, but he is so determined.

₊⊹. choso and you watch a horror movie together, and despite his usually stoic demeanor, he jumps when there’s a sudden jumpscare. then immediately pretends that did not just happen.

₊⊹. choso wants to impress you, but he doesn't know how. one time, he tried to carry all your groceries in one trip to prove his strength, but he didn't realize how heavy they were and nearly fell down the stairs.

₊⊹. choso sees an old couple holding hands and just stares at them very seriously before turning to you and goes, "we will do that too."

₊⊹. choso sees a stuffed animal that looks like you (or reminds him of you in some way) and just. buys it. no hesitation. now it sits on his bed.

₊⊹. you fall asleep on choso’s shoulder, and he does not move for hours. his arm? numb. his back? sore. but does he care? absolutely not.

₊⊹. choso sees a mistletoe for the first time and gets very serious about standing under it with you. “it is tradition.”

₊⊹. choso and you share a blanket, and when you move even slightly, he adjusts it for you like some kind of doting grandma.

₊⊹. if you jokingly call choso “pretty boy” he will just stare into the distance, processing that for the next 3-5 business days.

₊⊹. choso doesn’t fully understand dating anniversaries, but if you tell him a date is important, he remembers. every year. without fail.

₊⊹. choso treats your interests like divine knowledge. if you mention liking a specific food, he will remember forever and bring it to you at random times.

₊⊹. choso doesn’t understand sarcasm or teasing just yet, so if you jokingly say “ugh, i hate you” after he does something cute, he will immediately go quiet like 🧍‍♂️ “...i will improve.”

₊⊹. choso learns about pet names and thinks they are deeply serious. one time, you call him “baby,” and he thinks about it for days. finally, he asks, all serious, “you called me baby. does that mean i am small and fragile to you? do i need to be handled with care?”

₊⊹. choso does not understand selfies, so when you try to take one with him, he just stares at the camera deadpan while you smile and pose next to him.

₊⊹. choso is a horrible liar. if he plans a surprise for you, you will know immediately because he looks guilty for no reason. you ask him what’s wrong, and he’s like “nothing. i definitely did not hide something for you in the kitchen.”

₊⊹. choso learns about social media. he does not understand it. one day, you find out he made an instagram solely to follow you. he has one post, and it’s just a blurry picture of you.

₊⊹. choso is overprotective in the strangest ways. he will not stop you from fighting your own battles, but if he sees you about to trip on the sidewalk, he will catch you like it’s an action movie.

₊⊹. choso is clueless about love, but when he loves, he loves completely and with his whole heart. if you need something, he is already on it. if you’re sad, he doesn’t always know what to say, but he will hold you like you are the most precious thing in the world.

[i-get-obsessed-fast]

request!

kissing glasses spencer for the first time and his lenses get all fogged up and he gets all embarrassed 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 #need.

-🪲

Omg love this, your mind is *chefs kiss* 💋

You. | Spencer Reid

The night was perfect, the soft hum of the city fading into the background as Spencer walked you to your apartment. His hand was warm in yours, his thumb absentmindedly brushing over your skin.

It was still surreal, Spencer was your boyfriend. Not just your best friend, not just the sweet genius who made your heart race. He was yours.

He had asked you over dinner, completely by accident. You could see it in his eyes, the moment the words slipped out, immediate fear. But it was perfectly Spencer.

“I can’t believe I messed it up.” He groaned, shaking his head as you neared your door.

You smiled, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t be silly, Spence. It was perfect.. it was.. you.”

“But I had this whole plan,” He continued, his brows furrowing. “We were supposed to go out into the countryside, away from all the light pollution. I was going to show you the constellations, explain the mythology behind them, and then-”

“Spencer.” You stopped him with a soft laugh, tugging on his hand so he’d look at you. His worried eyes softened. “I’m just glad you’re finally my boyfriend. I don’t care how you would’ve asked. The answer would’ve always been yes.”

His lips parted slightly, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Really?”

“Really.”

He brought your interlaced hands up to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss to the back of your palm.

You reached your door, but the thought of ending the night felt unbearable. You didn't want to let him go.

“Would you like to come inside?” you tilted your head, giving him a hopeful look.

His eyes widened behind his glasses. “Oh- yes. I mean, if you want me to. Do you want me to?”

“Spencer.” you teased. “I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want you to. We could watch a movie?”

“Yeah.” he nodded, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smile. “I’d love that.”

Once inside, you both kicked off your shoes, the warmth of your apartment wrapping around you. Spencer hung up his coat, always so particular.

You grabbed the remote, And he sat down on the couch.“Any suggestions?” you asked. “I’ll watch whatever you choose.”

“Thirteen going on thirty it is.” you declared with a grin.

He chuckled softly. Of course, he had expected that. It was your comfort movie, and even though he could recite almost all the lines, he loved watching how your face lit up during your favorite scenes.

Once you put the movie in you sat down next to Spencer, closer than usual but leaving enough space so you don't freak him out too much.

He draped his arm around your shoulders, and you leaned into him a bit more.

It felt natural, like you two were meant to be like this.

Every time he absentmindedly traced patterns on your arms, your stomach fluttered.

Halfway through the movie, the craving for popcorn hit. You gave him a playful pout. “Be right back.”

In minutes, you returned, a warm bowl of popcorn in hand. The moment you sat down, you fed him a piece, giggling when he exaggerated the crunch. One piece led to another, and before long, the movie became background noise to your laughter.

“You missed!” Spencer laughed as you threw a kernel at him, watching it bounce off his chest.

“You suck.” You teased.

“Maybe your throwing skills suck.” He retorted with mock seriousness. “Okay then you try.”

He obliged, tossing a piece in your direction. You opened your mouth wide, ready to catch it, only for you to miss entirely, landing on the floor with a dramatic bounce.

“Okay, maybe we’re both equally bad.” You admitted through laughter.

The laughter faded as the moment shifted. His eyes locked on yours, the air between you thickening. You scooted a little closer, reaching up to fix his hair where it had gone messy during your antics.

His hair was soft beneath your fingertips, and he leaned into your touch.

“You’re so perfect.” You whisper, your thumb brushing along his cheek. His breath caught.

“You’re perfect.” He murmured in return, his voice low.

You tilted his chin slightly, bringing your lips just close enough to let the anticipation linger. “Can I kiss you?” He asks earning a smile from you.

Then, finally, he closed the distance. The kiss was slow and sweet, hesitant at first, like he was savoring every second. His hands found your waist, fingers gripping softly as though you’d pull away.

But you didn’t. You deepened the kiss, your tongue gently brushing against his as he eagerly responded. Before you knew it, you were straddling his lap, your hands tangling in his hair.

Every movement was intoxicating. You could feel the warmth of him, the pounding of his heart.

“Are you comfortable?” You murmured, breathless, breaking the kiss just enough to meet his gaze.

“I—” his eyes darted downward, his face flushing. You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped. His glasses were all fogged up.

“Oh god.” Spencer groaned, hastily pulling them off. Embarrassment written all over his face.

“I’m such an idiot.”

“You’re not.” You assure him, taking the glasses from his hands. “It’s cute.”

“Cute?” He scoffed, though the blush on his cheeks deepened.

“Very.” You grinned, breathing softly on the lenses to fog them up further, then using the hem of your shirt to clean them. “There. Good as new.” You say as you place them back on his face.

He watched you with something unreadable in his gaze.

“Thanks… I don’t know why I’m like that.” He mumbled, his gaze dropping to his lap. His cheeks were pink, the embarrassment still lingering.

You reached out, gently placing a finger beneath his chin, tilting his face back up so his eyes met yours. “Like what?”

“Embarrassing.” He murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Spence.” You said softly, brushing your thumb along his jaw. “You’re not embarrassing. You’re perfect. And you’re you. I wouldn’t change a thing.”

His eyes softened, the tension in his shoulders easing as the corners of his lips curved into a shy smile. The warmth of your words settle over him, and for a moment, all he could do was admire you.

You leaned in, capturing his lips in a tender kiss. It was soft and reassuring, filled with every bit of affection you felt for him. When you pulled away, Spencer’s arms wrapped tightly around you, his grin growing wider.

Without warning, he peppered your face with kisses. Your cheeks, your forehead, even the tip of your nose. You squealed in protest, laughter bubbling from your chest as he held you close…

Hopefully you enjoyed this!! Thank you so much for requesting<3

[letsgobarbs]

ANNOUNCING: A FOOL'S TRIP

A Harry Castillo x F!Reader fic coming to the tumblr near you, as soon as I have watched the movie. Inspired by Noble Wife Wants No Love a web novel by Gongzhi Wen Zheng. Special thanks to @probablyreadinsmut for their contribution and their ear.

PROLOGUE

If there was anything people could say about Mrs. Harry Castillo, it is that her life's greatest achievement was to be married to Harry Castillo. And that she was just the sort of horrible woman who knew it. She constantly threw around her weight and threw around his money— only the finest and best would do for her.

Of course, it made sense, the people thought as they gleefully tittered behind their hands. She would need something to fill the hole that had formed from not having her husband’s affections. Everyone remembers Harry Castillo's wild pursuit of the matchmaker and the subsequent fallout. And everybody knows he's still pining for her— she's practically still a family friend! It must also be a real slap in the face for your in-laws to prefer your husband's ex. Everyone also knew Mrs. Harry Castillo's relations with her in-laws were tenuous at best— but always antagonistic.

Of course, Harry Castillo wouldn't recount his wife and their marriage that way. Men had a way of being blissfully unperceptive and unmindful of the weight and significance of each word and action women used against each other as weapons. No, he wouldn't know anything about that.

He remembered his wife as a fresh-faced, bright-eyed, intelligent young girl who he saw at family gatherings. But somewhere along the way she had turned into this nasty, vapid, bully. He didn't mind her spending habits— money wasn't a problem, she could be as spoilt and high-maintenance as she pleases. But ever since the day he had married her, Harry hasn't known a single day of peace.

He didn't know her, he shamefully admitted. Their grandfathers had been best friends who had promised them to each other before either of them knew what marriage or love meant. When she had been in high-school, Harry promised to marry her when she was grown up. When she was in college, Harry promised to marry her when he had made something of himself.

Then her grandfather had passed away and her family fell on hard times— they practically disappeared from society. His grandpa insisted he marry her then to save her and her family, but he had just tasted the first morsel of success and independence so marriage wasn’t on his mind. It wasn't that he didn't want to marry her— Harry fully intended to honour the promise his grandfather made. But waiting for a few more years wouldn't hurt, right?

Moreover, his mother clearly disapproved of her. She had been very vocal on multiple occasions that she thought his wife was nothing but a gold-digger— some pauper grasping for his wealth to maintain an elusive former lifestyle. He had explained to his mother many times to be civil to her. But she was just as worse, always riling up his mother and locking heads with her at every turn. So, he decided to wait a few more years— just until they learned to be polite with one another.

He realised he was keeping her waiting— leading her on. So, he cut her a deal. If by a certain age, they had both not found love then he would definitely, absolutely, marry her then— for real this time. It was for the best. Certainly, she never expected to have some family promise hold up her life. So he gave them both a chance to find real love. And after Lucy, his time was up. He kept his promise this time. And ushered everyone into a match made in hell.

Harry wasn't blind, he knew the girl liked him. She had basically announced it to everyone who would listen and even those who won't. Her eyes had always innocently shined with love every time she looked at him. He had not felt the same but believed that affection for her would grow in him with time. But her love has only grown more obsessive with every year that passed. He winced as he remembered the altercation between her and Lucy. It was far too embarrassing for everyone involved.

But still, he hesitated as his pen touched the divorce paper. The scent of home made food lingered in the apartment. She always made the effort for him. And it was human nature to ruminate over things that are ending— wondering if they could've done something different. He regretted not keeping his grandfather's promise of always taking care of her. The old man has always been blind to his wife's faults— as far as he was concerned, she could do no wrong. Harry considered adding to her already substantial alimony.

“Sign it, do it, you little shit. I triple dog dare you.”

His head whipped up in surprise at her words. But his wife was still pitifully crying into the handkerchief he had lent her. Even his lawyers looked like they hadn't heard anything. It had been a long flight home. Was he just tired and hallucinating?

“Darling, please don't do this. I'm begging. I'll get on my knees. Please. I'll be such a good wife to you. I even cooked us dinner,it's your favourite. I'll try harder, I'll do everything you—” she whined. Her voice was getting on his nerves, like a persistent itch he couldn't scratch.

“Please Mrs Castillo. Let's not make it any more difficult than it has to be. My client has already given you a sizeable alimony as well as this apartment…” his lawyer drones on. He hadn't wanted to embarrass her in front of others. But he knew it would be nearly impossible to talk to her during one of her tantrums. So he threw that task onto someone else, along with a hefty cheque for their efforts.

“That bitch better have given me a good alimony. I looked it over and eek the apartment, the car, the vacation house, all my jewellery and a few of his shares too? I almost don't hate him teehee.”

Harry peered at her face, she really hadn't said a word. His wife was still shedding one shimmery tear after the next while looking at him like a spurned lover who had the very clothes ripped off her back. But it was unmistakably her voice. Was he sick and hearing things?

“I won't sign the papers! I won't even read them. I don't want anything. I just want to be with my husband”—she turned to beg him—“Please, baby. Think about gramps. He's ill and he'll be so shocked to hear about the divorce. Let's not break his heart. Tell me how you want me to do better. I swear I'll work on myself. Do you think I'm fat? Is that why you're divorcing me?”

“Fat, my ass. That's right, nice, thick, juicy ass. She deserves better. I deserve better. Gramps will understand that hot milfs and dilfs in the area are waiting for me. But I swear I must be rid of this man TODAY.”

Harry could do nothing more than gape at his wife. She gave a strangled sob, “Is that why you haven't touched me? Your mom blames me for not giving you a baby. But, husband, I didn't tell them you haven't even touched me.” She could barely get the words out towards the end from the heaving hiccups.

He felt anger licking through his veins. They both knew that despite their differences his mother and his grandfather would be angry at him for not treating her properly as his wife. Was she threatening to tell on him?

“What are you scowling at me for? That's right I'm threatening you. Quick, get angry, pick up the pen, sign the papers. Hahahahah. Tell me you can't spend another second being married to me. Say you'll divorce me, DO IT.”

Harry set the pen down on the papers. He tried to read the letters on the page, hoping to focus his mind on something else so the voice would disappear.

“Sweet, baby Jesus in heaven. If there was ever a time you come out swinging for me, now is the time, my good Lord. Set me free from the shackles of this marriage. Make this man sign the divorce papers.”

No such luck, it seemed. He looked at his wife. She looked hopeful.

“You won't sign them? I knew you felt something for me, baby! I love you so much! I promise…” Harry couldn't stand listening to more from her so he tuned out the rest of her words and picked up the pen again.

“YES, yes. That's right. You're irritated at me saying I love you. I knew it was the perfect thing to say! MUAHAHAHAHA. My beauty, my charm, my youthful, pretty years all wasted on this vanilla potpourri. I'll go on my trip. My Fool’s trip. And I'll fuck so many people nyasty style, it's about to be the hot girl summer I deserve. Oh-M-Gee Lucien de Leon was soooooooo flirting with me the other night. Maybe I'll call him up tonight and pretend to drown my divorce sorrows by BOUNCING ON THAT MASSIVE DICK. GOD BLESS.”

He caught it. The most minuscule up-tick of the corner of her mouth that she quickly hid behind more high pitched crying and her palm. He was hearing her inner thoughts.

“Husband…” she twisted his handkerchief anxiously in her hands, “Don't cast me out. Don't divorce me, please.” She tearfully and longingly gazed at him.

“Okay, I'll give you one more chance.” He acquiesced. He ignored the exasperated huff from his lawyers.

“Oh, thank you so much, darling. I won't let you down. I'll be the bestest wifey ever!” She smilingly declared.

“WHAAAATTTT???? YOU WON'T SIGN? YOU WON'T SIGN THE DIVORCE PAPERS? THEW THEW THEW. I SPIT ON YOU. I SPIT ON YOUR ANCESTORS. YOU SHIT HEAD, ELECTRIC CHAIR. DEATH TO YOU. A THOUSAND DEATHS TO YOU. ASSHOLE. SET ME FREE. LET ME OUUTT. MY TRIP. MY HOT GIRL SUMMER. ALL THOSE BEAUTIFUL SEXY PEOPLE WAITING TO FUCK ME. FUCK YOU.”

For the first time in perhaps years, Harry Castillo smiled at his wife.

[brnbeexx]

okay now we have first kiss with megan

what about first time with megan….?

I wrote this one but with g!p Megan so AAAAAAAGH I have a lot of thoughts

After the kiss, you and Megan obviously became extremely closer.

It didn't take long for you two to almost make your relationship official.

One day, you invited Megan over to your house, wanting to spend some time with her. You agree to watch a movie she's been asking you to watch with her for months.

In your double bed, you were (obviously) stuck together, despite the large space. Her arms were wrapped around your waist, your hand caressing her arm and the other her shoulder.

She just snuggled into your chest, listening to your heartbeat as she watched the movie.

At one point, there was a scene that hinted at sexual content. You didn't care, but you felt Megan's body shrink.

Well, as far as you know, Megan never even masturbated, or else she was just too shy to say so.

You felt the gentle way Megan rubbed against your thigh, hearing the little moan. You held your bottom lip between your teeth, holding back a smile as you listened to her.

She kept saying that the moaning was from the movie and she didn't even make a sound.

Obviously, you didn't believe it.

It took a few minutes for you to move your hand down her leg, your fingers gently tracing her thigh, until you squeezed lightly. Her body shuddered and she pressed herself against you, her hips almost automatically rubbing against your leg.

You gently pulled her onto your lap, earning a slight squeak of surprise from her.

Your lips crashed, your hands encircle Megan's waist as she begins to grind against you, whimpering into your lips.

“Y/N..” Her voice sounded as sweet as honey, your lips parting from hers. “Please–.. I need you.”

And you didn't need to hear anything else. You gently laid her down on the mattress, your body fitting over hers. Megan's pajamas were easy to access, you just had to unbutton them here and there to let them slide off her shoulders.

You kissed her forehead, slowly removing the piece of clothing. “Are you sure, my love?” You asked her, but those big brown eyes already seemed like a “yes.”

You spent a long time adoring her body. Kissing and sucking her neck, all the way to her breasts. You made sure to mark every inch of her skin, whether with the saliva from your kisses or the red marks.

She whimpered and moaned, her hands gripping your locks tightly. There were points where she arched her back, Megan's body illuminated by the golden light of the moon, highlighting the surreal curves.

By this point, you were out of your pajamas, her nails running up and down your back. It was an attempt at a hug, but she was so desperate that she ended up scratching you.

It was when you were between the redhead's legs that you could really see her: Her hair messed up by the pillow, heavy breathing and her eyes watering with pure lust. She kept one hand thrown on the bed and the other on her head, just stroking.

“Please, hah.. please, just– j-just do what you have to do, I need you so much, Y/N. So much.” She stuttered, sometimes pausing to catch her breath. Almost as if in a plea, her legs opened a little wider, her hand tightening in your hair.

You slide her panties down her legs, reaching the end. You catch a glimpse of her arousal between her legs sticking to her panties. You glance at her once more, before running your tongue up and down once. Your lips found her clit, you sucked and licked at the same time, one hand moving up to her breast.

It wasn't for nothing that Megan's moans were so loud, it was the way you sucked and licked her, or how your hand played perfectly with her breast.

She begged for more, unconsciously grinding against your mouth.

And poor Megan, she didn't last long ): Her little legs shook and tears escaped, she closed her legs so tightly you could feel your breath and soul leaving.

By the time she opened her legs a little and you climbed up, kissing her entire face and wiping away her tears, she couldn't even say anything, she was so weak. She was still letting out soft whimpers, hugging you as her entire body shook, but you could hear a simple and shaky “Thank you.”

[jazzymarie1006]

After a(nother) re-watch of Pixar's Win or Lose, I realized Taylor was crushing on Yuwen just as hard as he was crushing on her. She even wanted to go a noticeably more emotionally mature way with their relationship.

She's shown to have great banter with Yuwen, even mimicking his roar. So they get along super well.

Taylor's also seen enjoying Yuwen's embarrassing video of Laurie, saying, "I hate how much I love this", showing while she isn't fond of Yuwen's bullying, she still thinks he's funny.

When Yuwen revealed that he likes Taylor, she's actually quite flustered and giggly.

Note: In the episode "Home", Taylor and Yuwen are shown looking away from each other with bashful looks on their faces before she watched the video. This shows that their feelings are mutual.

Note: From Yuwen's POV, she was shocked, but then cool. This shows that Yuwen thinks Taylor is way cooler than him as well as cooler than she actually is.

Not only is Taylor the one who suggested their movie date, but she encourages Yuwen to be himself.

Note: The latter scene shows that she at least believes that she can handle her first relationship with emotional maturity. When she tells him to be himself, she telling him to be honest with himself and her.

During their movie date, Taylor's the one who initiates the pinkie hold. Even briefly gazing at Yuwen beforehand.

Later on, Taylor tells Yuwen that not only does she wanna be a catcher, but she wanted him to help her train for the spot.

Note: She was so nervous, but managed to avoid puking in front of him. When he was joking around during her training, she was gonna leave, showing how she wanted him to take it seriously.

That same night, Taylor not only confides in Yuwen about Ira hanging out with the Bleacher Creatures and how she's worried about him, she reveals her inner self to Yuwen after he revealed his to her.

Note: The inner selves reveal shows a massive amount of emotional maturity. Considering this is their first relationship, this is a major step.

After the cutesy period of their relationship ends, here comes the problems. After Yuwen (out of insecurity and jealousy) tells a few insensitive jokes at Tom's expense, she tells him she wants him to be serious sometimes. Showing that while she usually likes his sense of humor, there's a time and place.

Note: Taylor and Tom were talking how his brother being sick is distracting him from his studies. Given how understanding Yuwen was when she told him about the Ira/Bleacher Creatures situation, she most likely thought he'd also be just as understanding with Tom's similar situation.

While Taylor was very upset with Yuwen's recent behavior, she says that they're going through a rough patch, this shows that despite being upset with him, she didn't wanna break up with him yet. While Yuwen's actions and words had her switching from sadness, annoyance and anger, she doesn't scream or lash out at him (most likely she regrets doing so to Ira). Showing how she wanted to handle the situation with maturity.

Note: During their brief walk to the game, Taylor actually tried to get Yuwen to open up to her, but he shuts her out. When Taylor responds harshly to Ira, Yuwen walks away, which leads to her lashing out on Ira saying "I'm done. I'm tired of having to make little boys feel better about themselves." This shows that Taylor was now planning on breaking up with Yuwen AFTER the game. A decision that was made when he walks away from her when she wanted him to tell her what was going on with him. This shows how she didn't wanna risk throwing Yuwen off his game.

But then the breakup comes sooner than later when Yuwen lashes out at her through his pitching. After breaking up with him, Taylor tells him to "Grow Up!", showing how upset she is with how Yuwen handled the situation so immaturely.

Note: While from Yuwen's POV, Taylor left because of him, in actuality she left to help Ira. If Ira wasn't in trouble, Taylor would've continued to be the catcher through the post-breakup tears. This again shows how she still wanted to at least try to handle the situation with maturity.

I absolutely love this show and these two so much!

[districtunrest]

ONGOMGOMGOMG. (share thoughts. any n all. you know i need to know. PLEASE!)

HAHA sorry. anyway:

I didn’t really like it and I’m sad about it. ☹️ even though there were some interesting ideas and cool new characters, I was taken out of the story too much to fully enjoy them. it read to me like the laziest (most rushed? least edited?) yet most forced storytelling of the series, which sucks bc it’s supposedly the REAL backstory of my favorite character. but I just couldn’t shake my doubt while reading that this was what we and Katniss were missing all along. too many details (that I memorized by heart as a tween and have made everyone’s problem since) didn't match up, even with the card-stacking*. so I just don't believe this was always the intended ‘real’ story when it’s so hidden from the trilogy... imo, SC went back to it with a mission statement in mind after recent current events (and, more tellingly, after Ballad) and did her thing. which is fine, that's her right - it's just, when this whole book seems more like a writing workshop thought experiment than the intended backstory, I will treat it as such. bc as it stands, all the callbacks & connections & Everlark parallels in the world cannot replace Katniss & Peeta watching the highlight tape of his Games, Haymitch telling them what he did was “almost but not quite” as bad as them with the berries, Katniss finally understanding who he is in that moment, and Haymitch later admitting the loss of his loved ones were because of "that stunt [he] pulled with the forcefield" (which is. simply not true anymore with all of his stunts in and out of the arena). like say no more, that’s good enough for me! it’s what I prefer and what I find more compelling than what’s revealed/subverted in Sunrise. and tbh that discrepancy makes Sunrise unfaithful, at least in my eyes, for all it relies on references to the rest of the series. 

now, obviously I had mixed feelings about this prequel in the first place, and my concerns/reservations mounted with each excerpt, only to be confirmed now... but I did try, okay!?? haha I’d told you and several others privately that I really wanted to like this book and I was willing to set aside my gripes if it was good - but it had to actually be good! instead, the book was exactly what I was afraid it was going to be *and* suffered a drop in quality. I found the narration underwhelming, dumbed down and repetitive, and not evocative of Haymitch's voice. even things I thought there was NO WAY would actually happen and I was just being paranoid - but then they did, lmao. like, it was a letdown for me personally *and* it didn’t even do it well enough where I could at least respect it and oblige, lol

overall, it was just too off for me. by answering and explaining so much, it ended up taking away a lot of the trilogy's charm and intrigue - and did so in a way that left a bad taste in my mouth. it made me view Ballad in a more negative light, too, tbh. so I think going forward I’ll just consider it a weird spinoff that is secondary to the main/trilogy canon. 🤷🏻‍♀️

(some more Haybitching under the cut)

tbh, what guts me the most is what SC chose to do with Haymitch’s voice & character, where she watered him down to what he needed to be for this lesson & this plot. it’s frustrating that the dangerous, cunning, arrogant boy that Katniss sees in the highlight reel and can easily recognize in adult Haymitch is all an act. the character we thought we knew is not present here, sacrificed to make yet another point about propaganda, and that’s a crying shame. and his deterioration in the final chapters is so underwhelming (as are the death scenes 🫣) - I've read that same story countless times but told better by people who love the character as is and weren't on a time crunch for a movie deal, I guess.

Sunrise!Haymitch skews shockingly immature and moralistic and hates the idea of being a sarcastic, selfish “rascal." but since when are we calling surviving and fighting to get home in an unthinkable situation selfish? that’s now assumed in Sunrise’s logic, where instead having a ginormous alliance against the Careers with no exit plan (big ‘WHAT IF ALL THE TRIBUTES BANDED TOGETHER AND DIDN’T FIGHT?’ energy) is much smarter and nobler than going it alone and heading in one direction to get to the edge for no reason other than bc nobody had tried it before and trilogy!Haymitch, we know, is an out-of-box thinker & strategist. I know he & Ambert were operating under the notion that they were going to lose no matter what and had their own plans (which. hmm) but it was just so oddly accepted by the Newcomers, too, who had no such threat from Snow. they were so willing to be selfless martyrs and band together when they all know at the end of the day there can only be one survivor - which was heartening in a way, sure, but it almost seemed trite? and again, needlessly moralistic in an established world like Panem, where these things happen every year...? not even self-righteous (Katniss' words but with Haymitch's backing!) Peeta 'not a piece in their games' Mellark thought so narrowly. Idk. I might have to mull that one over more. but anyway, then Haymitch trying to rescue Maysilee is turned into a mini redemption arc in post, when all it was in the first place was a glimpse into his protective & caring nature underneath all the bravado, which was surely part of Katniss’ deepening understanding of him. but Sunrise wasn’t interested in exploring that, either, or even honoring it. okay

and I can’t get over how SC had to kind of retcon the final pages of Mockingjay to fit Haymitch’s epilogue into it, which didn’t help how it already rang so hollow for me, I hate to say. it’s not even done well, containing the most rushed, wrap-up-everything-before-the-deadline writing I’ve ever seen from SC (and it STILL doesn’t read like Haymitch’s voice to me :/). some things can just be; they don’t need some big, loaded, tragic explanation. Haymitch can glibly call Katniss ‘sweetheart’ once, bc she’s been sullen & hostile to him and he is in fact sarcastic (the horror!), only for it to go on to become an actual term of endearment by the end - like, that’s lovely in and of itself. why weigh it down further? who asked for that? I know I didn’t. 

most insignificantly & pettily of all: geese do mate for life - as in monogamously, meaning they stay together until one of them dies. then, they mourn and find another mate. just putting that out there, lmao

*how tf was Haymitch able to kiss his token and set up a bomb and throw it over the edge and put his token back when we know he was convulsing from shock by the end? to where Silka was able to start staunching her wound as she waited for him to die? if him going into shock was taken from footage anytime after, the arena would've been quaking/on fire around him?? Idk fam. it just feels off.

[fou4summer]

I'm your one true love

yoo jaeyi × fem!reader

Synopsis: You knew that Jaeyi liked you, and you liked her too, but you always tried to deny it by dating other people. Then one day, after your recent breakup, Jaeyi comforts you and brightens your entire next day, eventually it makes you both confess.

Warnings: none

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word count: 1.7k

You were in multiple relationships and they all ended up the same way. With you being cheated on or just both of you just deciding that it wont work out. After every breakup you would go to your bestfriend, Jaeyi, who always comforted you and made you forget about it easily.

She never had anyone even tho the whole school is head over heels for her. She would always say how she already has someone she likes. At first you would always annoy her to tell you who it is, but over time you kinda got it yourself. It was you.

You thought it would eventually stop and that it was just a stupid crush she had on you. Not until you started to feel the mutual feelings about her too. When things would get too risky like you two sitting alone too close to each other, you would always lie that theres a new guy that you like. Everytime her mood would shift, her smile dropping. One time it was a bit more than that...

You were in your room, watching movies and having fun. There was a romantic scene going on in one and she took glances at you. You turned your head towards her and you were inches away from each other.

Her hand was moving slowly on top of yours as she leaned closer. The worst of all you didn't back away. You even put your hand on her shoulder pulling her closer. Until you realized that this could ruin your friendship forever, and you would lose your best friend.

"I'm sorry I really can't do this..." You remove her hand away and stand up from your bed.

"You know I like that guy and-" You try to make up something, but she cuts you off.

"I'm gonna go..." She picks her bag and leaves before you could stop her. You heard in her shaky voice that she was about to cry. You felt so stupid for doing this to her. She was the best choice for you and you knew it.

Come on she rejected half the school and the most popular boys were being pathetic asking her out, but she refused to even look at them. Her eyes were always on you.

-

Now you were with this one guy. I mean he was popular, handsome and not that nice, but not rude. You got a bit of popularity while being with him so that was a plus too. Even tho you deep down knew you would be much more popular and happy if you were with Jaeyi. You just avoided the thoughts.

You were sure you found the perfect guy, until you caught him cheating right in front of you. You were actually a bit broken cause that was your longest relationship. You broke up with him after he tried to tell you how it 'isn't what it looks like'. You heard that sentence so many times you could literally predict when he would say it.

You were still friends with Jaeyi after that night that happened months ago from now. She apologized and it broke you even more.

You were in your room, crying and you felt horrible about doing that, but you still called Jaeyi. It was actually pretty late, around midnight, but she still picked up in an istant.

"Y/N? Is everything alright? Did something happen?" Her voice was raspy and tired making you smile to yourself that she cares about you that much to answer even this late.

"Hey Jaeyi...I'm sorry that im calling this late...It's just that he cheated on me and I broke up with him and I don't know what to do..." You sobbed between words wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

"Oh its okay sshhh...Do you want me to come over?" She said her voice calm and non-judgemental. You quickly replied with a quiet 'yes', feeling like a jerk for doing this to her.

"I'll be there in five minutes...Okay?" Her voice made you calm down a little, knowing that she'll be there soon. You ended the call and unlocked the front door. She opened the door coming in quietly so your parents don't wake up.

"Hey..." She peeked through the door of your room making you sit up a bit. When you saw her you started crying again.

"Y/N...It's okay now...I'm here..." She pulls you into a hug, wrapping her arms around you, holding you close. You put your head against her sweatshirt, soaking it with tears. She caressed your back while whispering sweet things to you until your crying stopped.

"How about we lie down hm?" She whispered and you just nodded. She lied down with your head resting on her chest.

"I'm sorry Jaeyi...I'm sorry..." You couldn't explain anything, but she knew what you were apologizing for.

"It's okay Y/N...I forgive you..." She ran her hand through your hair, making you feel sleepy.

"I love you..." You mumbled against her, your hand resting on her shoulder.

"I love you too Y/N...I love you so much..." Her words made you tear up again, but you didn't want to worry her again, so you just kept quiet until you both fell asleep.

-

You woke up to your mom calling you to eat. You groaned before looking at the time. It was 1PM already. You never slept that long. You also noticed that Jaeyi was gone. You ran out of your room, finding your parents at the table, both confused by your action.

"Where is Jaeyi?" They both smile at your face expression before your mom answered.

"She left awhile ago. She doesn't sleep till afternoon like someone here. She left you a note on your desk, you should check it out after having lunch." Your mom says placing food on your plate.

After eating, you hurried to your room to see the note she left you. It was on your desk and it said.

Come to todays school festival with me please. 6PM at the school gate. I'm looking forward to it and I have a suprise:)

Jaeyi

You smile at the note before turning around to find your mom standing there.

"You better not say that 'you are going out with some guy already' Y/N." She crossed her arms waiting for your answer.

"Don't worry, I'm going with Jaeyi this time. And stop reading my stuff!" You yell as you run to the bathroom to get ready.

-

You arrive at the school gate, about to text her, but you felt someone already tap your shoulder. When you turn around, you see Jaeyi in a beautiful pink cardigan that matched the pink tulips in her hand.

"This is my suprise!" She gives you the flowers making you smile and jump into her hug as she wraps her arms around you. She smelled just as gorgeous as she looked.

"Come on lets go!" You take her hand in yours before stepping into the festival.

That day was maybe the best one in your life. You ate popcorn, cotton candy and had cold drinks laughing and teasing each other all day. You went to the ballpit spending hours there like little kids.

-

You were now sitting at the bench that had a really nice view. You both looked at the stars as her hand slowly touched yours. It was obvious, she was nervous not wanting to make you uncomfortable. Not this time. You took her hand intertwining your fingers together and placing them in your lap.

She turned around to find you already looking at her. She was so cute and adorable. You were thinking to yourself 'How did I manage to reject this person so many times when she was the only one making me this happy?' She nervously smiled looking at you. You didn't want her to think that you'll do the same again.

You slowly leaned in, closing the distance between you. You felt her stiffen a bit, but she quickly relaxed kissing you back. You placed your arms around her neck, pulling her closer. One of her hands went down on your waist while the other caressed your face. You both broke the kiss to catch your breaths. You realized that no one kissed you like that before. It was so full of pure love.

"D-do you like the flowers...?" She broke the silence, her voice nervous and shy. You smiled nodding, making her smile too. You sat there looking at the stars and you kissed her a few more times making her smile into each one.

-

"Sooo...How did you like today?" You were walking back from the festival, holding hands.

"It was amazing. Thank you Jaeyi...You really made my day..." That made her chuckle squeezing your hand a little.

"Always." She looked at the beautiful sky above you. You wanted to just tell her that directly, your feelings for her. You stopped walking making her turn around confused and a bit worried.

"Is everything okay?" She asked and you give her a small nod before taking a deep breath. She needed to hear this.

"Jaeyi...I've liked you all this time. I just-I just didn't want to ruin our friendship or whatever...I was stupid and-" You were cut off by her lips against yours. The kiss turned into a bit more as her hands sneaked under your shirt resting on your lower back.

"You don't know how long i've waited for you to say that. You made me wait for so long..." She took your hand placing it on her cheek and you blushed at how she nuzzled her head into your hand.

"I'm sorry Jaeyi, but now I'll make it up to you for all those years rejecting you. I promise." You told her as she pulled you closer.

"Y/N...Will you be my girlfriend?" You smile instantly nodding and kissing her again.

"I knew from the start that I was always your true love..." She says against your lips before leaning in for more, but you stop her.

"Oh wow stop that!" You hit her arm playfully and she laughs.

She walks you to your house. You kiss and giggle a bit more in front before you eventually go home. Unfortunately your mom saw that and teased you for the whole month saying how she knew from the start. You never lost your bestfriend, she just became the best girlfriend that you never want to lose.

[ask-outside-stars]

I have so many questions!

1. William, what are your favorite movies and/or TV shows to watch with Ford?

2. Have you considered checking out Epic: The Musical?

3. What is your favorite thing to do in bed with Ford? (Ford can answer this too of he wants)

4. When was the moment you realized you had caught feeling for Ford? (Again, Ford can answer too if he wants)

5. What is your favorite food?

6. What is your favorite book?

7. What are some things you look forward to doing once your able to move around again?

8. What do you think about when you look at the moon and stars?

9. Have you ever considered becoming a therapist, or was Bill Cipher more than enough?

10. Do you think you’ll return to Dipper & Mabel’s house for Thanksgiving, or will you skip this year and opt for a Friends-giving with Soos’ family and Stanley (or some other friends that I’m forgetting)?

Ford sets down the paper filled with questions in front of Will, who rubs his hands excitedly like he's about to dig into a rich chocolate cake.

Will: "Oh boy! These are all great questions! Let's see here..."

Will: "Fordsy and I really like watching documentaries and sci-fi movies together. When we watch sci-fi, I always ask him to point out the inaccuracies and we both take turns telling stories about our times through the multiverse."

Ford chuckles.

Ford: "Half the time we don't even remember what the movie was about."

Will: "Question two... oh! I've heard of it! Mabel introduced me to a few of the songs, and I've been guilty of belting out quite a few of them in the shower. Or while cleaning. Or when I think I'm alone. Or when I'm working."

Ford: "He's saying he likes it."

Ford: "Let's see, question three..."

Will: "Other than the obvious, does sleeping count?"

Ford hides a laugh in his hand as Will grins cheekily at him. Will's face then falls a little at question four and he takes on a thoughtful appearance.

Will: "Hm. First life or second? In my first life, when I was Bill, I realized I loved him after he tried to shut the portal down. I didn't know that's what I felt for him at the time and I handled it... poorly. In my second and current life, I realized that what I felt for Ford went beyond just simple attraction after a few dates. He just felt so familiar to me."

Ford takes his hand.

Ford: "For me, I fell for you at first sight when you were Bill. And, well, I'd be lying if I said it wasn't the same case again with you as Will. Although, I suppose 'love' is a generous word, but I certainly felt intrigued by you immediately. Love came naturally afterwards."

Will: "You sap~"

Will pulls Ford into a kiss, who laughs against Will's mouth and reminds him that he still has some questions to answer.

Will: "Favorite food, huh? Easy! Spaghetti! Or any kind of Mexican food. Abuelita's been teaching me some of her recipes, and Soos has been a great taste-tester."

Will: "And my favorite book? The one I wrote, duh! Where is it anyway?"

Ford: "I... well, I can't quite recall. I think first I tried throwing it into the bottomless pit, then setting it on fire..."

Will gasps dramatically and looks offended.

Will: "You bastard! I worked hard on that!"

Ford: "O- oh look! Another question for you!"

Will glares at Ford then answers the next one.

Will: "My mobility gets stronger every day. I'm especially looking forward to our wedding dance."

Ford: "Just please don't push yourself too hard. You know how I worry."

Will: "To address number eight, I feel a sort of melancholy, if I'm being honest. I used to be able to hold the stars in my hand, and explore the vast reaches of the endless sky. I once saw beyond the furthest star and flew to the greatest heights... but not anymore. I miss it sometimes."

Ford takes his hand in a comforting gesture and reads question nine for Will.

Will: "You know, that's actually a great idea! I'd have to go back to school for that though, wouldn't I? To become a licensed therapist and all."

Ford shrugs.

Ford: "I'm sure Stanley could whip up a fake license. But if you do want to go through official channels, you'd have my support."

Will sighs dreamily and Ford decides to answer the next question for him.

Ford: "Will isn't strong enough to make the journey all the way to California, so we'll be hosting Thanksgiving here in Gravity Falls. Sherman's already agreed to attend, so I'm sure he'll be able to drag Lexi and Herschel out here as well. It would be nice for them to meet our Gravity Falls family, after all."

[teddybeartoji]

i stop eating my popcorn when it's a quiet scene lmao i stop eating it because i know it Makes Noise and i want everybody to just be able to focus on the film . while some people decide THAT'S the moment they have to tell their friend something????????? you couldn't wait until the scene was at least over??????????

[airenyah]

no but when mhok told day to think of his plate as a clock and told him where on the clock the food was that really reminded me of one of my favorite movies from when i was in middle school which is also about blind people and where the title of the movie itself is a reference to thinking of the plate as a clock: it's called "erbsen auf halb 6" which literally translates to "peas at half past 5" (yes, "halb 6" means "half past 5", yes the numbers are different, don't worry about it)

the plot of the movie is a theater director losing his eyesight in a car accident and him being a director who kinda needs to see what's going on on stage he really doesn't take his sudden loss of vision very well. he gets assigned a helper/mentor, a lady who is blind herself and who's been blind since birth and is supposed to help him adapt to a life with disability. he ultimately runs away from her when he learns that his mother is sick to go find his mother in russia and say goodbye before she dies. his helper/mentor chases after him and they end up on a travel adventure together

it's been over a decade since i last saw the movie but i think at some point they eat and they talk about how the peas sit on the plate where it would be half past 5 on a clock?? anyway, that moment with mhok and day at the restaurant where mhok tells him the position of day's food with the help of an analog clock really reminded me of that movie

edit: i went to look for the trailer of that movie and i found the scene in question!! turns out they're at a restaurant and the helper/mentor character goes "if you imagine the plate as a clock... what numbers is the food lying on?" and the waitress is all confused going "i'm sorry?"

there are no eng subs for the trailer buuut the moment is at the very end at 2:11:

see it's a real movie i didn't just make it up kjdfkjdfk

[louismygf]

just recently watched this is us with my college friends

[keeps-ache]

need to be exploding something but i Can't for some reason. just Can Not. my ability to do is just. Nay

[emile-hides]

Upon rewatch of the Mario Movie, I really gotta wonder how long the Mario Bros were in the Mushroom Kingdom for. 

They get sucked through the pipe past sundown Brooklyn time, which depending on the season is like 8-9 o’clock, Mario arrives in the Mushroom Kingdom in the day time, maybe late afternoon, and spends the rest of the day through the night into the morning on Peach’s Mario Maker level, travels all the next day, sleeps in a Fire Flower field for the night, arrives at the Kong Kingdom mid the next day, leaves the Kong Kingdom on Karts around sunset, which turns to night as they are ambushed, leading to Mario and DK spending the entire night inside an eel only breaking out early the next morning, just to make it barely in time to Peach and Bowser’s wedding sometime around noon, and go back through the pipe to have it be early morning in Brooklyn with the rest of the Mario family carrying on with breakfast as usual.

So they spend 3 Days in the Mushroom Kingdom, but only like 12 hours of Brooklyn time seems to have passed.

[tkbrokkoli]

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