#I really do love Butters and I’m happy to see him get some attention!

[asteria7fics]

I have no clue how this works but uhhhhh mayybeeeeee butters (or butters when he’s professor chaos) uhhhhh

👻 A headcanon about what scares them

💝 A headcanon about their love language

💔 An angsty headcanon

👗 A headcanon about their clothes

🔪 A headcanon relating to fighting/violence

🌟 A headcanon about their desires/wishes

🥇 A headcanon about what they’re best at

🎭 A headcanon about what they lie about

🖕 A headcanon relating to anger

😬 A headcanon about the worst thing they’ve done

😭 A headcanon about the worst thing that happened to them.

😶 A random headcanon!

(Yes I had to copy paste it to remember the emojis) I don’t think I read the reblog correctly so idk if I’m allowed to have this many😨😨 you don’t have to do them if u dont want but I would love to learn more abt your butters headcanon for ur fic (specifically for ewily if I remember the acronym correctly)

RAHHHHHH -😨

AAAH BUTTERS!!! MY BOY!!!! (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)♡

I’ll do my best to cover all of these!! I never get to blab about the boy with a heart full of magic!!!

Barely spoilers for the chapter 9 of EWILY under the cut, and a couple of other small details I do include in the fic but aren’t really super plot relevant.

👻 - A silly one to start with, but I think he’s a little bit afraid of the dark. I’m gonna probably say this a lot, but after some of the shit that’s happened to him in the context of canon, he gets really uncomfortable being left completely alone in pitch darkness. Oh! And of course he’s always afraid of doing something wrong and getting grounded!

💝- Words of affirmation. I won’t go into any greater detail, but it will all make sense soon enough ehehehe

💔- I personally think Butters struggles a lot with the fact that he doesn’t quite fit in with the other boys. They’re all pretty abrasive towards him still, and he’s really not cool enough to fit in with most of them. He doesn’t show it, but his insistence on still ‘playing superheroes’ with Kenny is kind of a greater symptom of this insecurity. I imagine he was very excited to be included when Stan got Crimson Dawn back together as they got older, probably late middle school or so.

👗- Wears whatever his mom picks out for him, which is why he’s such an über dork. Lots of lumpy sweaters with dress slacks and straight leg jeans that are all a little too short on his long ass legs, meaning his socks are always showing so they have to coordinate with his outfit, too. And of course, he owns an impressive collection of button up shirts and sweater vests.

🔪- Butters is not a fighter, but he’s certainly had lots of violence enacted on him. Bullied pretty bad as a kid, on top of (tw for child abuse) his father’s liberal use of physical punishments. These are all pretty much canon though, so suffice to say I personally think Butters CAN fight if he needs to, he just generally chooses not to. (This is where the Professor Chaos headcanons come in hehe)

🌟- He wants to be happy, above all else. It doesn’t really matter what it is that will get him there, he just wants to experience the joys of living without worrying about the consequences for once in his silly little life. Aah, now I’ve gone and made myself sad!

🥇- Canonically Butters is good at a ton of stuff! He’s such a highly creative person with a massive imagination, and though The Poop That Took a Pee is a horrible example, I think he’d actually be a really good fiction writer! Hm, maybe that’s something I should explore more.

🎭 - Everything, all the time. Naw, I’m being hyperbolic, though he definitely tells white lies to his parents to avoid getting in trouble. I think he’s also very dishonest when things upset him, at least when people like Stan, Kyle or Cartman hurt his feelings. He knows better than to show weakness around those assholes! (Sometimes RIP)

🖕- I actually think Butters’ anger is under appreciated! He’s an angry little guy when he wants to be, and while I think he’s quick to anger when something finally does irritate him enough, he’s also very quick to cool back down. He doesn’t really hold grudges, though he makes a few exceptions.

😬 - AHAHAAHAH!!! Where do I even begin?? Butters does worse things in canon than pretty much anything I’ll ever have him do, though I would argue that inadvertently inspiring his entire class to wage a war over him wasn’t, uh, great. Oh, and shooting that guy in the dick, I guess.

😭 - Again, where do I begin?? I think the trauma he’s experienced in canon sort of speaks for itself, though I also think that though maybe he didn’t get anything quite as bad in the Asteria-verse, the bullying he withstood affected him more than he would be willing to admit. Poor child, can someone please get him a therapist?

😶 - Butters’ eternal sunshine, happy boy disposition is at least partially a front. While he’s naturally an optimist person, and does generally see the good in everyone around him, but he’s not a complete idiot. He acknowledges, again, that he’s not fully accepted by his peers, but chooses to disregard a lot of the things they do to isolate him. As a little boy it was a more honest representation of who he was, but as he’s gotten older (and more hormonal oof) he’s latched onto it as a means of protection, so to speak. The only person who really, truly sees Butters in his most honest form is Kenny.

This was so much fun!!! Thank you for humoring me and sending this, and I hope you enjoyed learning a lil something about the way I portray Butters in my work!! (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

[sanjisblackasswife]

Gojo Hearing “I Love You” for the First Time

I gen. have no clue if anywhere in the series anybody has said they loved gojo. Whether platonic or not. Its interesting and I was just thinking.

CW: Mentions of Gojo’s Past(some canon some not…so spoilers ig if you haven’t read the inventory arc), Established Relationship, Mentioned Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Some Angst(?), Soft Gojo, Reader speaks Spanish because I’m projecting 😋, Kisses

Blk!Fem Reader in Mind

“AND THAT’S WHY I DO NOT LIKE PEANUT BUTTER COOKIES!..IT WAS VOMIT EVERYWHERE!”

“Can’t believe you managed to eat 6 boxes of cookies in one sitting.”

“Hey! Don’t judge it was a marathon of Digimon playing all day…good times. Not as good as the time—“

And there he goes again, your big over 6’6” boyfriend laying on his back on the couch having another yap fest after a long trip. It started off with a quiet evening of you both eating and watching a childhood movie to then actually sharing stories of your past.

You really couldn’t be more enamored by how excited Satoru gets when he speaks to you. His smile is wide from ear to ear and his dimples grow deeper. He’s also so expressive with his hand gestures you really don’t know where to look as you lay comfortable on his big broad chest.

Usually when he begins to speak about his life before you, you try to absorb and savor every moment. Since your friendship in high school Gojo wasn’t much of a talker (ironically) about his life, but as you both grown closer since his big mission with Geto to watch over Riko he managed to get a bit more comfortable with telling you more about himself.

It’s been 11 years since then and after some therapy sessions with you, Geto, and Gojo three of you managed to learn how to express yourselves in a healthier way with each other.

You watch now, almost 1 year into your official relationship with him and noticed he doesn’t talk much about his parents. Nor an adult in his life that was like a parent to him at the very least. Even when in High School you never met his family. You knew of his clan and that was all.

You always wondered where did he get his wild energy from? His dad? Where did he become so affectionate through touch? His mom? It was all a mystery you wanted to understand.

You’ve even asked Geto, his closest best friend what does he know about his mom and dad, but he always ends with “It’s better you wait until he tells you himself.”

You didn’t question it more, you respected the decision so thats exactly why you’re here. Watching and listening attentively to what your boyfriend has to say. It makes you happy seeing how much he has grown more comfortable towards you towards the years.

“And when I was 8 I remember my folks always gave me free range to use my technique whenever to practice, but boy they regretted after an hour because I—-baby.”

Without noticing your eyes blinked back at him as if you began to come back to reality again, Gojo seen the relaxed look you given him as he spoke, how your eyes were on his, but he just knew you—

“‘ not even listeninggguhhhh.”

Putting your thumbs on his pouty bottom lip, they’re so soft you smile at him, it wasn’t really something you’d expect to say to him, but his pretty big smile, his deepened dimples, everything about him caught you in a moment of venerability you just decided to softly speak at him;

“I love you.”

…just like that it was a pause.

It just slipped off the tongue. You meant it, but finally saying it out loud was a bit of a shock to not just you, but more Satoru. He had an unreadable look on his face, almost as if he didn’t catch what you said, but he definitely did. He couldn’t miss the way his body tensed up hearing those three words.

“What?”

Gojo didn’t say anything, almost as if it was a staring contest you rise from his chest to straddle him, “Are you okay?”

You jumped feeling the pads of his thumb dig into the fattiness of your hips, almost as if he were trying to massage you….very painfully. He got up though, placing you down on the couch and walking to the nearest bathroom without saying a word or looking at you. You could’ve sworn he wiped his face momentarily.

“Go—?”

He didn’t mean to, it was almost a reflex. Your words though, kept replaying in his head . He felt a bit silly being so dramatic , ironically but he couldn’t properly process what you said.

“Satoru?” You knock on the door breaking him away from his thoughts, “You okay, papa? I—oh.”

He opened the door, putting back on his eye mask and giving you one of the fakest smiles you ever seen him do.

“What are you doing, you okay?”

“yeah yeah I’m fineeeee. Let’s go get something to eat.”

“W-wait!” You playfully scoff at his eagerness as he pulls you to the front door, “I’m sorry if what I said made you uncomfortable….I know it was sudden and random, but I meant it.”

Gojo turns and exhales, clearing his throat he begins to scratch the back of his head, you can tell he is scrambling for words so you continue; “I do love you Satoru. A lot. I think I always have since we were younger, but I don’t know…today made me realize I should verbalize it.”

He wants to speak, but for one of the first times you left him wanting to just listen to you. Honestly you took advantage of it because who knows when you’ll be able to get him this quiet.

“I love your smile, I love your laugh, I love the way you explain things, I love the way you are, I love the way you care, I love how you can get on my nerves.” You ends the last part with a giggle making him finally chuckle with you, and he brings you closer to his chest. “I love you, Satoru. You are an amazing person and I am very blessed to have you as not only a friend but a partner.”

It was all too much, he felt overwhelmed he had to lift his mask to wipe the tears welling on the side of his eyes, he chuckles again, the free hand on your waist tightening, “Well damn if I didn’t know better I’d think you have a crush on me.”

You laugh, “Maybeeee…..Now. “ You smooch his cheek before grabbing your phone, “Let’s go get some food—-“

You tried walking past him towards the door but he grabs you from behind to hug you close, you can hear his shallow breaths in your ear. You’re used to his tight squeezes from behind but this one was firm. Almost as if he let you go you’ll fly away.

“Say it again.”

You smirk, his voice quivering but trying to be masked by a fake pouting tone, “I love you, Satoru.”

“Again.”

“I love you.”

“Again, but in Spanish.”

“Oh brother.”

“C’mon you sound hot when speaking Spanish.”

“Te amaré para siempre, Satoru…”

If words could explain how he felt right now with you, the closest would be a weight being lifted off his shoulders. For a moment he no longer was Gojo the strongest sorcerer, he was Satoru.

Just Satoru.

Something he wanted to be for a long time, and now you are helping him take the first step into that.

You inhale his scent; mint, expensive cologne and his natural musky smell you love so much and rub his head as he is still buried in your neck. You turn to face him and grab his cheeks, almost hesitantly to cup them because you weren’t sure if he’d left you see him cry. Though you felt your shoulder dampen.

However he let you, his big blue eyes surrounded by a tint of pink, he tried laughing it off and he actually broke eyes contact with you, “I …um…heh..fuck—“

You knew what he was trying to say but you don’t force him, instead you place your lips on his, you felt him exhale, his body relaxing in your touch, “I know, Satoru. I know.”

Gojo couldn’t properly register why he was so overwhelmed with whatever he is feeling right now but he wouldn’t trade this feeling in the world. He honestly wanted to replay the moment you said you loved him on repeat all day.

Later that day you both go out and have your own last minute date for the evening, he wanted so badly to tell you he loves you back by trying to incorporate more of the word “love “ in his vocabulary, by saying things like “I know you LOVE this.” Or “Wouldnt you LOVE for me to take you here.” but it was hard and he sounded silly.

Satoru wanted so badly to tell you he doesn’t just love you, but he has fallen IN love with you.

Gojo finally found just one more person that gave him something he didn’t realize he needed;

To feel human.

[barbiiecams]

sugardaddy!rafe who’s also older than you omg… you’re around 20-21 while he’s 30. it’s not bad, but it’s definitely not something people saw coming. some people thought it was wrong with what was going on, others actually envied you. but none of that ever mattered. you’ve made him the happiest he’s been in a while and vice versa. everything is so perfect for you, because that’s the only thing rafe wants (and it keeps you happy of course.)

being the girl you are, you have a big thing for keeping in touch with the latest clothing. and when you set your eyes on that cartier love bracelet… best believe it was gonna be yours.

you gasped at the beautiful sight on your screen. just happening to be laid back on the couch, in your favorite robe, that was covering your lace lingerie, doing some online shopping, it came up on your screen.

falling in love weren’t even the words for how you felt. rafe was in his office doing whatever boring work he always does. he told you not to distract him too much, but this was a bracelet you HAD to have. so, you got up to go see if he was all that busy.

making your way with the macbook in your hands, you already can hear him yell at someone over the phone from down the hall.

“are you fucking dumb? i said you will pay me by TONIGHT. or you know what the consequences will be.” it seemed like his voice was getting louder each word.

“you’re not listening, man. i don’t give a shit if-” at this point, you’ve actually made it to the door. he’s pacing and fuming around the room, then he spots you. he holds up a finger, mouthing you to wait a minute. but this bracelet? couldn’t wait at all.

“it’s important!” you whisper-yell. he ignores you, and that makes you even more impatient. he still continues to pace, getting angrier at whatever’s being said on the other side of the phone.

knocking on the door to grab his attention again, he takes a deep breath. “if you don’t get that shit sent by 12 am, that’s your ass tomorrow morning.” rafe says in a lower tone, but still very stern voice. you felt bad to whoever he threatened. there’s never been a single time rafe hasn’t done what he said he’s going to do when it comes to hurting people.

he hangs up immediately after and motions for you to walk in as he sits back down. “you know i’m busy baby, what is it?”

you needed to butter him up a bit, simply because you could still see the smoke coming out from his ears. “are you okay, honey? i can tell youre still pretty upset.”

discreetly trying to set the macbook down with it angled as if it meant nothing, you then walked to the back of his chair where he sat and started rubbing his shoulders. of course, he relaxed at your touch.

“don’t worry about it babe. just stress work.” he sighs. you leaned down to kiss on his neck. his eyes are shut as he loves all this affection, but he chuckles.

“someone must want something.” he says.

“i can’t just love on my man?” you faked innocent.

“oh you do that enough, but i see the macbook you brought with you.” he responds. you gave him one last kiss.

“it’s just a little something i saw.”

“oh yea? how little is it?”

you reached over to pick up the laptop. opening it so he can fully see the screen, the gorgeous 18k gold band with diamonds all over it popped up.

“that’s real gorgeous baby.” his eyebrows raised.

“i know! wouldn’t it look so perfect on me?” you suggested.

“it would,” he started to pat his clothing for his wallet, “what will i get out of this though?” he teases.

“well, just imagine how much better my hands will look when i hold onto you, and how well it will look up close when i give you a blowie.” you reply seductively. for a second, it looks like he’s really trying to imagine it.

by now, you know he feels his wallet. but he likes to play with you at times. “i don��t know if you need it,”

“pleaseee rafey! i really do! haven’t got a new bracelet in soo long.” you started to beg.

“58,000 for this? shit i could buy you a new purse with that.” he chuckles again. he could buy you purses worth a lot more than that but you know, who’s keeping track?

you took a seat on his lap and straddled him. “please? i’ll be such good girl. y’can use me however, whenever. doesn’t matter what you want. i would just love to have this bracelet though.” he was a fool for your doe eyes, so that was the weapon you were trying to use.

he just smirked in your face. the both of you knew he liked to hear you beg. “i don’t know..” he says which makes you internally flip out.

you threw your face in the crook of his neck and made it sound like you were getting emotional. “please rafe!! it’s so pretty.”

he lets out a laugh then starts stroking your back and swaying a little. “i’m just joking baby, of course you can have it.” that’s all you needed to hear to perk up again, and give him the deepest smooch.

“thank you, handsome.”

“you’re welcome, spoiled.” he says before slapping one of your cheeks. “gonna buy it right now, but i got some more work to do so i’ll be with you in a minute. want you stripped down with legs open, yea?”

whatever rafe says, most definitely goes. “yes, daddy.”

[moonstruckme]

hello!!!! i hope you’re having a lovely day or night when u see this ! can i request sirius where reader is sensitive and very often just needs a tight hug and back rub through the day, and he’s sooo understanding about it and gives her all she needs

just lots of domestic fluff (maybe a drop of hurt/comfort if you’re feeling it)

feel free to ignore as always :3

Thanks for requesting lovely!

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 562 words

It’s just a few minutes after Sirius hears the shower shut off that you’re padding into the living room, wrapped in a towel and arms spread entreatingly. Sirius knows better by now than to let himself get too twisted up about it; he sets the top he’s cropping aside and lets you crawl into his lap. Your wet hair is cold and heavy against his neck. 

“What’s gotten into your head, huh?” he asks, pushing his palms into your upper back the way he knows you like. You sigh in response. “I told you you’ve got to stop taking showers. You do too much thinking in there.” 

You laugh, but it’s clearly an effort. Your arms constrict together around his shoulders, and Sirius often gets this feeling around you. The urge to put your tender heart in a protective casing and carry it with him everywhere to keep it safe. 

He gives you an affectionate jostling. “Out with it,” he demands.

Another sigh, heavier than the last. “I was just thinking about that cat we saw in the shelter.” There’s a downward slope to your voice that Sirius doesn’t like. You squish your face further into his neck. “I just can’t imagine what life is like for him with no eyes.” 

Sirius hums, rubbing your back firmly. “I’m sure he’s happy with his new owner.” 

“Yeah, but he must be so confused.” You pull away from his shoulder, sniffling. 

And Sirius’ apartment is dim, but the frail threads of sunlight still sneaking in through the blinds lay themselves down across your face just so that he can see the tormented glossiness in both of your eyes. He tsks, kissing your nose. Your melancholy only seems to worsen. 

“Imagine you can’t see,” you choke out, “and you’ve got people making all this noise at you and touching you all the time. And the only thing you can do is cry to try and get someone’s attention. Wouldn’t you be scared?” 

Sirius feels himself frowning. He loves your gentle soul, but he hates that it makes you more susceptible to these hurts. You’ll get your thoughts all tangled up in something like this, and then you won’t be able to relax or be content until you can forget about it. But Sirius likes to think that he knows you fairly well, and he’s got his own methods for helping you through it. 

He has this spot memorized. The stretch of skin beneath your jaw and behind your ear, where if he slides his hand into place you’ll let loose a breath and melt against him like butter in the sun. He does it now, and your sigh fans warmly over the inside of his wrist, some of the tension sapping from your expression as you let your head rest in his palm. 

Sirius runs his thumb over your jaw. “You’re not going to do him any good by worrying, sweetness,” he says softly. “I just think…the person who adopted him had to have really cared to take on all that responsibility. I’ll bet they love him a lot.” 

You worry your lip, looking up at him uncertainly. “Enough to be patient with him even when he’s scared and crying?” 

Sirius has to take care to keep his lips from twitching. He smears a kiss across your temple. “Yeah, baby.” He wonders what that’s like.

[the-boy-meets-evil]

fool for you | kmg (18+)

where you and mingyu have a pact to always spend valentine's day together when you're single pairing: kim mingyu x f.reader genre: friends to lovers; fluff, smut rating: explicit; minors DNI warning: mentions of drinking (they're not drunk), some swearing, mingyu is described as a puppy, kissing, light marking, mentions of some biting, fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex (be safe), one use of a pet name (baby), i think that's it but if you see something else, lemme know! word count: ~4.8k a/n: this is for a valentine's day collab by the lovely @playmetheclassics @here4btsfics and @missgeniality. thank you for planning this. and to one of my favorite people, @ugh-yoongi this is for you, happy love day! banner credit: @classicscreations, thank you bby

It’s always been like this with you and your best friend since you were teenagers. Ever since that awful (read: not that bad, you were just a dramatic teenager) break-up you went through in your second year of high school just before Valentine’s Day. All because your boyfriend didn’t want to have to buy you anything. Which was dumb, you think, because you were teenagers and you weren’t exactly expecting some grand gesture. Not when you’d been dating for less than a year. 

But you were upset in that angsty teenager kind of way and Mingyu swooped in to try and fix it, in true best friend fashion. He showed up at your house that night with all your favorite snacks and some movie that you couldn’t remember. What you did remember, though, was your promise to always be each other’s Valentine’s date if you were both single. It wasn’t as much for him as you and you knew that. You couldn’t help it, you just loved love and the idea of spending the day with someone special. Which he was to you. 

Now it’s been 10 years since you made the promise to each other. Those 10 years have seen you both through finishing high school, going to college, countless dates, and so much change. The only thing that hasn’t changed is always making time for each other, no matter what else was going on. Mingyu is your best friend and you know you’re his. You’re sure nothing can change that.

And since you’re both actually adults now (kind of), you can go out to dinner for Valentine’s Day at a nice place with good food. Some of your other friends think it’s weird, that you go out on what’s essentially a date on the “most romantic” day of the year. That’s when you always chime in to remind everyone that Valentine’s Day is about love, not just romantic relationships. You and Mingyu do love each other, always have. Why not celebrate that?

“Cheers to another year spent with my favorite person,” you say and raise the glass of champagne, a complimentary one for all reservations that night. 

“Yeah I guess you’re okay,” Mingyu agrees when he clinks his glass against yours. 

“Wow, I see how it is,” you retort and he smiles. 

“I’m always happy when we get to do this, you know that,” Mingyu says.

“Maybe,” you shrug, “doesn’t hurt to hear it again.”

“Ah yes, the attention monster reappears,” Mingyu says and you roll your eyes without any real annoyance behind it.

“Hey, I was really good when you were dating Nayeon,” you protest. “I just like getting to hang out with my best friend.”

“You’re right,” he concedes. 

You’re expecting him to say more because you haven’t really talked about the breakup even though it’s been about a month. “That’s it?”

“What?” he asks, reaching for a roll in the center of the table. 

“I just, I don’t know, we haven’t really talked about what happened with her,” you say. 

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Mingyu says. It’s more of a shrug than anything as he grabs a roll. “You knew we were having problems.”

This kind of sparks your interest, so you pull the butter away before he can reach it. At first, a look of betrayal flashes across his face. Playful, of course. And then he’s pouting. God, he’s such a puppy sometimes. Just a giant goofball who has no idea how big he is.

“I know you were having problems,” you finally say to correct him. “Last time I saw you and her together, she seemed happy.”

Mingyu just looks at you for a second. “She didn’t like my friends and it just got old. I was sick of having to justify hanging out with them.”

“Well your friends are idiots,” you say and hand over the butter. 

“And to think they always talk about how much they love you,” he says and you laugh. 

“I love them too, but they’re still idiots. Both can be true,” you say. 

“Yeah, well, Nayeon didn’t see it that way, so,” Mingyu trails off with a shrug. 

You reach a hand across the table and his hand meets yours instinctively. “I know I joke around with you, but I am sorry. I just want you to be happy.”

“I am,” he insists and you frown. “Come on, I’ve still got you and some amazing friends. I’m good.”

“Okay,” you agree and reluctantly pull your hand back.

“Besides, I think it’s you we need to talk about,” he says and your brow furrows. 

“What about me?” you ask, a little nervous to hear the answer because it is Mingyu, after all.

“Did you forget that it was Seokmin who introduced you to Jeonghan?” Mingyu asks and he’s got that little smirk that you really fucking hate sometimes. Shithead.

“I didn’t forget,” you say and pretend to find the drink menu interesting even though you’ve already ordered.

“Nope, sorry,” Mingyu says and plucks the menu from your hand. “I told you about Nayeon.”

“You two dated for like 9 months? It wasn’t the same?” you point out incredulously.

“And you ghosted him,” Mingyu barks out with a laugh. “The poor guy, he was heartbroken.”

“Oh, he was not,” you scoff. “There wasn’t any spark.”

“That damn spark,” Mingyu says with a shake of his head. 

And because sometimes life is actually fair, the appetizer shows up and distracts Mingyu from any further line of questioning. He’s been wanting to try this restaurant since it opened. You’re not really sure why he never went with Nayeon. It’s a win for you though. And Mingyu loves food. He’s an incredible cook, but who would ever mind someone else cooking for them? 

It’s also kind of cute. Mingyu is this giant ball of energy, exactly like the puppy you compared him to earlier. More like a golden retriever actually, because he can be smart and also very dumb. He’s always moving until he passes out. He’s fiercely loyal. But when he’s happy and eating something like this, he just kind of slows down, gets focused. There’s something endearing about it.

Dessert is always the same for the two of you too. You pretend that you only want a bite or two of whatever Mingyu orders and end up eating most of it while he pouts until you order something else. Part of you thinks that you should just order two to start, the other part kind of likes your little tradition. There are a lot of things that you like doing with Mingyu. This is your favorite though, this stupid little Valentine’s Day tradition. Maybe it’s the comfort or the safety. Maybe it’s knowing that even if you’re dating someone shitty, Mingyu will always be there.

“Can I ask you something?” he asks, grabbing a bite of cake with his fork.

“Not sure when we started asking if we could ask questions, but go on,” you say. 

“What’s the real reason you didn’t give Jeonghan a chance?” Mingyu asks and that makes you look up suddenly.

“I already told you,” you answer.

“Not sure when we started avoiding answering things, but go on,” he says, throwing your line back at you.

“I mean, it’s true, I didn’t feel a spark and I don’t know,” you say as you search for the words. “I guess I just don’t wanna be wasting my time dating someone when it’s not going to go anywhere.”

“You never know though,” he says and you can’t really pinpoint the emotion.

“I don’t know,” you say and think for a second. “Have you ever just gone on a date and been sitting across from someone that’s nice and smart and funny and attractive, literally everything you should want but…it’s just, not there?”

Mingyu chuckles even though it’s not really funny. “Yeah, I guess I have.”

“And, okay, like part of me was also thinking that this holiday was coming up. So I either had to just shut it down or agree to do something with him,” you say and look down, embarrassed about what you’re going to admit. “I just kind of thought I’d rather spend tonight with you, someone I know I like being around, rather than in some sort of new, probably undefined, relationship with him. Like what if he picked a shitty restaurant or made shitty plans? What if we run out of things to talk about?”

“Wait, you turned him down so you could spend Valentine’s Day with me?” Mingyu asks, eyes wide.

“Come on, not like that,” you say and ignore the fluttering in your stomach. “Just, I don’t know, we always have fun.”

“You like doing this with me,” Mingyu says and you roll your eyes.

“Course I do, Gyu,” you answer easily.

“What if it was like that, though?” he asks and you cock your head to the side. “Like what if we were on a date and it wasn’t just another Valentine’s Day with friends?”

“Mingyu, we’re not…” you start and falter at the look on his face. “Are you serious?” 

“You do realize that I’ve actually never been in a relationship on Valentine’s Day, right?” he asks and that stupid smirk is back. 

“You must’ve been, we haven’t done this every year,” you say and you’re trying to wrack your brain to see if it’s true. 

“No, you’re right, we haven’t. We’ve missed 3 since we made the deal when we were fifteen, all when you were in a relationship,” Mingyu says and you’re at a loss for words. 

“Does that mean…?” you try to ask but your mouth just can’t see to catch up with your brain and your heart. 

“Do you wanna get out of here and go back to my apartment? It might be easier to talk there,” he says and you just nod. 

It’s a lot of information to process and for once, Mingyu is quiet by your side. His hand is firm around yours, which doesn’t feel like a big deal because you’ve held hands for years. Except that it’s entirely different now. And when he needs it back so he can actually drive with both his hands, a part of you misses the comfort of it. Misses the security. 

You’re quiet in the elevator and on the walk to his front door, quiet as you walk through the doorway. Even the apartment is quiet, which is surprising given how loud one of Mingyu’s roommates tends to be. But the place is empty, apparently, as Mingyu tells you when he breaks the silence to ask if he can take your coat to hang it up. It’s a strange feeling for a lot of reasons. Right now it’s strange to have Mingyu taking care of you when it’s usually the other way around.

It’s quiet again as you walk the familiar path to the living room to sit down while Mingyu makes you a cup of tea. When he hands it to you, you know that it’ll be perfect because Mingyu’s been your best friend for over a decade and he knows everything about you. And that’s when you realize. Maybe he knew this too. Maybe he’s a step ahead of you in realizing there are real feelings here. Maybe he’s the one you can depend on. 

“How long?” you ask, figuring you need to speak eventually.

“Have I liked you?” he asks, needing clarification. You only nod. When he doesn’t answer immediately, you look over at him. Study his face in profile before he answers. “It’s kind of a long answer, I guess. I had a crush on you that first Valentine’s Day, but I figured you also just needed a friend. And I realized how much I did love our friendship. Plus we were kids.”

He takes a breath to collect his thoughts. “I haven’t been in love with you for 10 years, just to be clear,” he says and chuckles. “Not that I haven’t thought about it either. Mostly it’s just been that you were my best friend and we went on these little friend dates and I didn’t think too deeply about it.”

“Did something change?” you ask, still not ready to address your own feelings. 

“I’m not sure how to explain it. Nayeon and I were just kind of throwing out things for Valentine’s Day even though it was still over a month away. And she made a comment about how she hoped you’d have someone so you wouldn’t be missing me,” Mingyu says and frowns. 

“She isn’t exactly the first to not like it,” you say quietly. 

“It wasn’t even that, it was all me,” Mingyu says honestly. “I started to think about how I wouldn’t get to spend it with you and that was…a wake-up call. Nayeon and I broke it off not much after that. And honestly, what I said about my friends was true. She hated Seokmin.”

“How does anyone hate him? He’s a sunshine baby,” you say and Mingyu laughs. “Minghao I get, maybe, because he can be mean if he doesn’t like you. But not Seokmin.”

“Right?” he agrees. “So I was thinking about you and us and trying to sort things out when Seokmin said he was going to introduce you to Jeonghan and my heart broke. I couldn’t imagine having just broken it off with Nayeon only to still not get to see you for our tradition. That’s when I knew for sure. And we aren’t kids anymore.”

“So, like, what do we do now?” you ask, and Mingyu studies you for a moment.

“What do you want to do?” he asks. “I mean, are you…oh my god, why is this so hard? I just told you how I felt but I don’t know…”

He’s rambling and it’s incredibly endearing because he doesn’t usually get flustered like this. It also makes you realize that he’s laid everything out while you’ve said almost nothing. You rest a hand on his leg to stop him from stuttering through things. “Hey, I realize I didn’t say this. But I do have feelings for you too.”

“You do?” Mingyu asks, his whole face lighting up.

“Yeah, dummy, that’s what I really meant when I was talking about sitting across from Jeonghan not feeling the spark. He’s a great guy but he’s not you,” you say easily. 

“What do we do now?” Mingyu asks, making you laugh. 

“I mean like I really wanna kiss you, so,” you say, watching as his eyes go wide, just for a moment. 

And then he’s sliding over on the couch, gently tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, so careful like he can’t tell if it’s all really happening. So cautious. It’s at odds with your best friend who’s always tripping over his own feet and never seems to know just how big he is. Your whole body is hyper-aware of his and even though he admitted his feelings first, you’re still a little worried that this isn’t real either. When his lips finally meet yours, it occurs to you just how many times you’ve imagined this. How many times you’ve looked at his lips and wondered if they were soft or what they would feel like against yours. How many times you’ve wondered about his hands running over your body.

His lips feel better than you expected, the perfect mix of soft and firm against your own. One of his large hands cups the side of your face, fingers curling around behind your ear. You’re not even sure which one of you deepens the kiss, you’re only aware that your tongues are moving together and that it’s making you feel a little light-headed. The angle is awkward but you’re not sure you really care. You’re kissing your best friend and it’s everything you’ve ever needed and nothing like you thought. 

He pulls away and you’re a little embarrassed by the way your lips chase after his, a little unused to being the one that pouts in this relationship. Yet that’s exactly what you do when you see him just looking at you.

“Is this actually happening?” he asks. You let out of huff of air.

“Well not now, since you stopped kissing me,” you say. You expect him to laugh or roll his eyes. Instead, he only looks fond. So incredibly fond. 

“Never would’ve pegged you as the pouty, whiny type,” Mingyu says. Now you’re the one that rolls your eyes.

“I’m leaving,” you announce and get up. 

You’re actually a little surprised when he lets you stand up and take a few steps toward the door. There’s a chance for your stomach to drop, just a little bit. And then he’s grabbing your arm to spin you around to him. 

Fuck, he’s tall. Which you’ve always known, but it’s different when he’s crowding your space and caging you between his arms. Your back is against the wall when you finally tilt your head up to look at him. Whatever playful glint that had been in his eyes earlier is gone. There’s no question that he wants you as much as you want him, maybe more. 

You pull his face down to yours to kiss him again, harder this time, let your hands tangle in his hair that he’s finally grown out after literal years of asking him. His hands grip your hips, just on the right side of too hard. 

And, okay, you don’t want to complain, but Mingyu genuinely is a giant and it’s kind of hard on your neck to crane it so you can continue kissing him. Just as you start to rise up on your tiptoes, Mingyu’s hands move from your hips down to the backs of your thighs. You gasp into his mouth when he picks you up, balancing you against the wall. It’s nothing but heat between the two of you when you wrap your legs around his waist, trying to help him keep you held up.

“Fuck this,” he says quietly as he pulls you away from the wall. 

You squeak at losing your backrest and wrap your arms around his neck tighter like you’re afraid to fall. He just chuckles.

“You know I’d never drop you,” he assures you, voice low. 

Even though he said it, you’re expecting him to deposit you on the bed. He doesn’t. He’s so gentle when he places you on the edge of his bed and you’re wondering where all the restraint is coming from. You sure as hell don’t have this kind of control.

Almost on their own, your hands reach for his shirt and he watches as you unbutton it carefully, sliding it down his arms. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve seen him shirtless (and you’ve seen him shirtless a lot), he’s still beautiful. So beautiful that you don’t realize he’s reaching for the hem of your dress, that’s already almost at your hips from him picking you up, removing it quickly before unclasping your bra just as quickly. It leaves you almost completely exposed, only your underwear left. The urge to be shy is brief when you see the way he’s looking at you. You spare a moment to consider if anyone’s ever looked at you like that (they haven’t, you’re sure). 

This time the kiss you get is actually quick before his mouth moves down over your body. He sucks one of your nipples between his teeth and your back arches in response. And there’s something a little weird about it all. There’s nobody in the world you know better than Mingyu, with his endless energy and restlessness. But you didn’t know this side of him. The side where he takes his time, slows down so every moment feels more important, focuses on you and you alone. 

You don’t stop him as he continues to move down your body and nips along the way. It doesn’t matter that he’s marking you up, doesn’t make you pause like it has before with anyone else. Not that anyone is going to be seeing these marks anyway, since he’s currently focusing on your inner thigh. And fuck, it feels good, but you’re also a little impatient, a little needy when your hand knots in his long hair again. Without even seeing his face, you know he’s smiling. Smirking, probably. He doesn’t have to tell you that he loves to see you whiny for him. 

(He does anyway, though, because he’s still a menace to society and to you specifically. He doesn’t have to tease you either, but he does that too, making you beg before he removes your underwear.)

“Mingyu please,” you beg, already reduced to this. 

His legs on yours from between your legs and you let out a heavy breath. His eyes are still on you when he asks, “what is it you’re asking for?”

“Something, anything,” you say because you’re no longer too proud to beg. You can yell at him for it later. Right now you just need. 

A second later, he gives you what you asked for. He runs his tongue up your folds lazily, too slow. It’s deliberate, you know. And you know that you should appreciate that he’s not in a rush. It’s just that you’re so on edge and this isn’t helping. Maybe he can tell by the way your hand tightens in his hair or the way you moan or even the way you squirm with his tongue inside you. Whatever it is, something makes him speed up and praises fall easily from your lips. The praises only seem to push him on, which isn’t surprising. Mingyu has always had a thing about praise. 

Mingyu slides a finger inside your cunt without much warning and it’s all too much. You never really paid that much attention to his hands (which was good for your sanity, probably). But his long finger moves quickly inside your cunt and you clench around him without meaning too. He hums against your clit, makes it feel like a praise. When he slides a second finger in, you’re not sure how much longer you’ll last. The rhythm of his fingers sliding inside you along with his mouth on your clit is driving you wild. 

He curls his fingers inside of you and thrusts faster, not teasing now, certainly not dragging it out. It’s silent permission for you to let go. The orgasm rips through you and you fall back onto the bed, dully aware of him guiding you through it. You’re breathing heavily when you feel his fingers slide out and prop yourself up in time to see him put his fingers in his own mouth. And fuck, okay that’s also really hot. 

You lean forward to undo his pants. Those fall to the floor with his boxer briefs and your eyes go a little wide. He’s bigger than you’re expecting, not that you’ve spent much time thinking about him. Now he’s the one that looks a little shy, even though it was you that was just coming on his tongue. 

He goes to grip his cock and you snap out of it, gently moving his hand away. Instead, you lean forward to spit on the tip, spreading it along his length, thinking you might tease him. Just a little bit. Your strokes are slow, at least at first, and he just watches, seems to be caught up in the moment. Until he gets impatient and jerks a little into your hand, even though you can tell he’s trying not to. 

You just look up at him, watch his eyes on you as you take his cock into your mouth. Mingyu gathers your hair in his hands, but lets you go at your own pace. Slowly, you find your rhythm, taking as much into your mouth as you can. Mingyu seems to like to give praise as much as he likes to receive it, though, because it falls out of his mouth between his groans.

“Baby, hang on,” Mingyu says and gently pulls himself back. Your eyes go wide for a second before registering that his look is just want. “Can I…I mean, I really want to fuck you. Fuck, I really want to feel you.”

That, almost more than anything else, goes straight to your core. You know you’re already getting wet again but why does he have to look like that when he says it? Why does he have to look like this is more than he’s ever experience? Why did him calling you baby make your brain short circuit? 

“God, yes Mingyu, yes, I want to feel you inside me,” you manage to say as you’re moving back into the center of the bed. 

Mingyu is reaching for his bedside table the next second and you watch him. There’s a part of you that knows it’s best to be safe, knows that you never know. But the other part, the much louder part, just wants to feel him. It’s the part that knows even though he could be a fuckboy, he’s not. Knows he doesn’t sleep around. So you tell him you’ve got an IUD, even though he already knows, and not to worry. He checks, because he cares about you more than he knows how to express, but there’s a part of him that’s excited too.

He’s hovering over you the next second, pressing kisses against every bit of your skin his lips come into contact with. He only stops for a second to line himself up at your entrance, slides the tip between your folds and comments on how wet you are again. As soon as he presses the tip into your cunt, his lips are on yours again, catching the moans. Or maybe distracting you from how big he is inside of you. 

You’re thankful for this side of him, the side that’s so careful with you, the side that’s much more in control of his body than you’ve seen anywhere else. Thankful because he’s moving slowly, letting you adjust. And because you know neither of you are going to last that long once he actually does start moving. 

“Please,” you nearly whisper, fingers digging into Mingyu’s arms. 

It’s all he needs, though. He starts moving, slowly snapping his hips as he thrusts into you. It’s all so much. You’re not sure you’ve ever felt this much while fucking someone. You love to love and love feelings, but sex has always been somehow separate for you. Not that you don’t feel during sex. It’s just that you’ve always been able to separate the feelings. You can’t imagine doing that now and maybe that’s because none of them were Mingyu.

You know he wants to make it last, you do too, but it’s all just really overwhelming. So you focus on this moment, on how he speeds up, how his breath sounds so close to you, the way his muscles contract with each movement, on the way he stretches you. You dig your nails into his arms to keep yourself grounded and he groans. He picks up his pace a little more, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting all the way in, making you scream out. 

It feels like it all happens too fast. You’re still sensitive from your first orgasm. And you know Mingyu is close too, can feel the way his thrusts falter. You clench around him, let him know you’re close, say whatever comes out. Most of it is probably incoherent, you think. But he understands anyway, is right there with you. Your second orgasm rips through you even harder than the first. Mingyu thrusts through it, releasing into you in the process. 

It’s a few minutes later, after you’ve both somewhat caught your breath and he’s pulled out of you, that you fully realize what’s happening. Mingyu has one hand behind his head and the other arm around you, eyes closed. You prop yourself up on your elbow to look at him, appreciate all his features up close for what feels like the first time in all your years of friendship. He opens his eyes and meets yours. It’s the best smile you can ever remember seeing. 

“So, I guess we’re doing this,” you say, watching his face closely.

“Yeah, we are,” he agrees, no room for argument. “I’m not letting go of you now.”

You lay back down and bury your face in his side. You’re not sure what else to say. “Hey, Mingyu?”

“Hmm?” he says. You feel it more than hear it.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” 

this ended up being a little longer than i meant, but let me know your thoughts <3

[chrisevansonly]

That’s My Boy

pairing: chris evans x female reader

summary: visiting jimmy fallon was one of chris’s favourite kinds of interviews to do, especially when he gets to brag about his wife and kids

warnings: some backstory of bad marriage but other than that none!

a/n: thank you to the anon that requested this! I did change a few things but I hope this is still okay!

Deep down Chris secretly like doing talk shows especially if he got to sat down with Jimmy Fallon, who was one of his favourite hosts, never failing to bring lots of laughs and lots of smiles to his face. Though he could have you to thank for that as you sat off to the side, your son Noah asleep against the baby bump that was steadily growing every day. Noah wasn’t biologically Chris’s having come from a different relationship, one that wasn’t safe or healthy for either of you, but he loved Noah with everything in him, and couldn’t imagine life without the two of you by his side. 

When you caught him looking you threw him a smile and a small wave, knowing they were on commercial break he mouthed a silent ‘I love you’ your way, your cheeks flushing before turning your attention back to the 3 year old who was now snoring softly. When the music picked up Chris focused his attention back onto Jimmy and they jumped into promotion for his new movie, as well as future goals and projects. 

“So, I have a question for you, well only if you want to answer it of course”

Chris nodded 

“Sure, sure” 

“Okay, now this is quite literally the cutest photo I think I’ve seen in a long time; I was wondering if we could have some backstory on this moment...”

Jimmy turned a card around and it showed Noah curled up with Dodger who had his nose resting against your stomach, the sun was peeking through the living room and there was a cartoon playing on the tv, instantly Chris smiled before clearing his throat 

“Yeah, I remember that morning because 5 minutes later it was chaos” 

Laughter filled the audience, and even you couldn’t hold back the laugh, the memories so vivid in your mind at just how crazy that day truly had been 

“This is your son Noah, right?” 

“Yep, that would be Noah, though he was two in that photo, now he’s three, so getting bigger everyday” 

Chris paused to take a sip of water and then continued 

“Noah loves Dodger, I mean they’re best buddies those two, get into all sorts of trouble, I swear they are two peas in a pod” 

“Ah so they get into just about everything then?”

Chris laughed with Jimmy 

“Oh yeah, you name anything, and they’ve probably gotten into it, but Noah loves to cuddle with him and-and just spend time lounging around the house with his mom too, so the morning I took this was just after I got back from a run and they were all bundled up on the couch, it was too sweet for words.” 

A smile spread across Jimmy’s face as he ‘awed’ gently

“You and your wife, Y/N, are expecting another baby soon too, right?” 

Chris glanced at you before looking back over 

“Yes, we are, they are due I believe it’s September 3rd or sometime around there”

“That’s very exciting, congratulations to you both!”

“Thank you, thank you, we are really excited” 

Jimmy and Chris continued to talk about a few things before they wrapped up the show, he was quick to find you and Noah instantly reaching out to take the sleeping toddler into his arms, so you didn’t have to hold him anymore.

“You did great out there, I like seeing you that happy and relaxed” 

Smiling up at him he leaned down to press his lips to yours softly before pulling back to wrap an arm around your waist, leading you out to the car waiting to take you back to your hotel. 

“I’m always happy and relaxed when you guys get to come, and of course talking about Noah and my wife who just so happens to look absolutely beautiful tonight, helps to brighten the mood” 

“Trying to butter me up Evans?”

“Hmm maybe, is it working?”

You laughed stopping to give him one more kiss 

“A little…”

Chris helped you into the car before setting Noah in his car seat and making sure he was strapped in properly before the blacked-out SUV pulled away from the curb. He would never understand how he got so lucky to be loved by you and to have his own little family, something he used to dream about but never thought he’d ever get. So, as you headed towards your hotel, no doubt to enjoy some New York take out and a cheesy romance movie, he couldn’t help but thank whoever brought you and Noah to him, and now a soon to be brother or sister to Noah. Chris had never felt luckier, and it was all thanks to you and Noah. 

[linos-luna]

can i have my very first request? 🥺 this is like a Jeongin fluff one (?) but i want an imagine where the reader randomly gets a kitten and Jeongin was like so happy that i bought us a pet 😭💕 but later on i get more attention to the cat and Jeongin was like getting sooo jealous and he turns more obsessed with me something like that haha. thanks!!

Sounds cute!

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Kitty Cat ☁️🔪

Jeongin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: jealousy, some yandere behavior?, mention of somnophilia, a little suggestive

• 🦊 ————————————————— 🦊 •

You were so happy to get a new pet. It was unexpected but you couldn’t help yourself when seeing the kitten.

Your boyfriend was surprised but if it made you happy, he was happy. Well… for a little bit.

You named the kitten Mr. Mittens. He was a tuxedo cat and it looked like he had mittens over his paws.

Mr. Mittens went all over the house with you. You’d let him sleep in the bed and carry him around.

~~~~

One night Jeongin came home from work. He was exhausted and just happy to see you.

However, you weren’t at the door waiting for him. Or on the couch watching movies until he came home. You always waited for him.

Your boyfriend walked to the bedroom only to see you tucked in and sleeping with the kitten. You looked so adorable.

Jeongin quickly changed and laid next to you. He wanted to kiss you but you rolled to your side facing away, the kitten snuggling into your stomach while purring.

“Noona…” he said in a loud whisper while poking your side.

“Mm…?” You were half asleep and only moved slightly, not even turning to look at him. “Oh you’re back…. That’s good.”

Jeongin pouted. He was hoping to come home to you showering him with love. He loves that. He loves your attention.

~~~~

In the morning, Jeongin woke up seeing that you weren’t there. Instead just the little cat in your spot.

“Good morning, baby.” You say cheerfully while entering the room.

“Hi noona—…”

You walked past him then picked up the cat and kissed it’s head.

“Hi. I made breakfast!” You said with a smile while patting your boyfriend’s head. 

Jeongin frowned. Where’s his kiss?

He followed you out and sat down seeing the pancakes on the table.

“They look good, noona.” He said while waiting for you.

“Thank you baby.” You smiled while sitting and putting the kitten on your lap.

Jeongin waited a moment before realizing that you started eating.

He didn’t mean to sound spoiled but when you made pancakes you normally would put the butter and syrup on for him and even get him a drink. But right now… nothing!

“Noona…? Are you doing anything important today?” He asked while cutting his pancakes.

“Hm… not really…” you replied while thinking about it. “I’m going to pick up some more cat food and groceries from the store but that’s it.”

“Can I come with you?”

“Yeah of course.” You said while handing him a napkin.

“Mr. Mittens isnt coming right?”

“Of course not, silly.” You laughed.

———

As the both of you looked around the store, you found the cat food you were looking for and some toys.

“Which one do you think he’d like?” You asked while looking at the different brands. “There’s so many!”

“I don’t know…” he mumbled with a shrug while standing with the cart.

“I’ll try this I guess?” You said while putting it in the cart.

“What do you want for dinner, baby?” You asked while looking at the list on your phone.

“Why don’t you ask Mr. Mittens…” he grumbled.

“Hey.” You paused. “Are you okay?”

“You’re spending lots of time with the cat…” he frowned.

“Aw. Jeongin.” You teased. “Is my baby boy jealous of a kitten?”

Your boyfriend blushed, looking around to see if anyone was listening.

“You just love being taken care of, hm?” You said with a pout while petting his hair. “You’re just so cute.”

“Noona please…” Jeongin always loved your attention but was a little embarrassed since you were in public.

“While Mr. Mittens is still a baby, I have to take care of him.” You said with a sigh. “He’ll be self sufficient as an adult.”

——— 🦊

A few weeks pass and you’re still giving all the attention to the cat. Jeongin was getting to a breaking point.

Why aren’t you taking care of him?

Why aren’t you waiting for him after work?

You’re not even that sexually active anymore!

It was all too much for him and he started getting desperate for your attention.

One night, while in bed, Jeongin started kissing your cheek then to your lips. You were glad to kiss back and he soon moved on top of you.

As jeongin made out with you, lightly grinding against you, making you whimper a bit into the kiss.

Before he could do anything else, you hear a sudden crash in the kitchen then a small meow.

“Oh! What happened?!” You said, trying to sit up.

“He probably just knocked something over.” Jeongin said and he tried kissing you again.

“I hope he’s not hurt.” You said while getting up.

Jeongin sighed as you left the room and came back with the small cat.

“He’s okay.” You said happily while putting him on the bed. You got back under the sheets and the cat cuddled up next to you.

This pissed off Jeongin. He went to the restroom to calm down. He sighed while looking in the mirror.

Does noona not love me?? He thought to himself. It tore him up. No way he’s going to be replaced by a cat!

By the time he got back, you had fallen asleep. He moved the cat to the foot of the bed and snuggled up close, hugging you from behind.

~~~~

The next day you had plans for a girls night. It’s been awhile since you and your friends have gotten together.

Jeongin didn’t want you to go but he knew you planned this a while back and it wouldn’t be fair.

You left after telling your boyfriend to watch Mr.Mittens, but of course he wasn’t going to do that.

Jeongin thought you didn’t want to take care of him anymore. Maybe you don’t love him! He doesn’t want to obsess over these thoughts but he can’t help it.

He wants to know exactly what you were up to. No way you’d cheat on him but he just wanted to be sure.

While at the bar and grill restaurant he spied on you, acting as a customer in a table not too far from yours.

He watched as you took a round of shots and giggled with your friends. No boys, that’s good.

After eating, your little friend group moved inside to play some games. There was pool, darts, and karaoke. Your friends picked pool for now.

You weren’t into that game so you just watched.

Jeongin followed you inside, sitting at the bar, trying not to look suspicious.

“You know… something don’t feel right…” you said to you friend as you looked around the area.

“What do you mean?”

“Not sure… but it feels like someone’s watching me.”

“Really?” She teased.

“No I’m serious Karina!” You frowned. “All day.”

“You’re telling me that someone has been watching you from when we had dinner to now?” She laughed. “That’s bold.”

“Probably some guy.” Your other friend said, budding into the conversation while taking a drink. “Some desperate loner.”

“Hm. You’re probably right.” You said as you continued looking around, seeing if any man is acting shy or awkward.

“By the way, how’s it going with your boyfriend?” Karina asked curiously.

“It’s going fine.”

Jeongin could just barely hear the conversation but had a feeling it was about him.

“Do you ever think you do too much for him?”

“What do you mean?” You asked while drinking some water.

“I mean, you practically take care of him.” Karina shrugged. “He seems dependent on you.”

“Oh he’s not dependent on me.” You laugh. “I just like taking care of things. But he can do fine on his own.”

“Really?”

“Well yeah. That’s how I show love I guess.” You said while thinking about it. “And I love him a lot.”

Jeongin couldn’t hear but it seemed like they weren’t saying anything negative.

After some more drinking, your friends dropped you off at your place and luckily Jeongin was able to beat you there.

You were tipsy, not drunk but close to it. Jeongin let you in and you went straight to looking for the cat.

“Where’s my kitty cat?” You pouted while looking around. “I miss him.”

Jeongin frowned and led you to the bathroom.

“Jeongin? Where’s Mr. Mittens?” You said with a giggle as he cleaned off your make up with a wipe. “I miss himmmm.”

“He’s in the bedroom.” Your boyfriend replied impatiently as he led you out.

You instantly laid on the bed. Your legs dangling off the side as your head wasn’t even on the pillow yet. You were exhausted and was already drifting off to sleep.

“Noona.” Jeongin nudged you. “Noona! I want to cuddle! You promised!”

“Not now baby..,” you mumbled with your eyes still closed.

“Noona!” He was annoyed now. You go out and the first thing you ask about is the cat? What about him?? And you said you’d love him tonight! You’d cuddle and more. He’s needy and wants you now!

Jeongin moved the cat from the bed to the living room, then closing the door so he wouldn’t came back in.

Your boyfriend moved you up so that your head was on the pillows. He took off your necklace and unzipped your pants. He put on your pajama pants but now he had an idea.

He lifted your shirt. You weren’t wearing a bra but actually one of those strapless sticky things to cover your nipples.

Jeongin gently took them off before putting another shirt on.

He had an idea. He was needy so…

His desperation was getting the better of him but it was justified right?

A few weeks ago there was a conversation the two of you had where he mentioned somnophilia and you didn’t seem completely against it. So what’s the harm?

Jeongin lowered his pants but paused.

He can’t do this.

Sure he’s needy but this wasn’t right.

It was difficult to control himself but he only laid next to you.

“J-Jeongin…?” You mumbled.

“Shhh… go back to sleep noona…” he responded while putting his hand over your eyes as if to cover and close them. “Shhh…”

“Jeon—…” your voice trailed off as you fell asleep again.

He leaned over to give you a kiss before you actually turned over and cuddled into him. You were deep in sleep and held onto him.

Jeongin heard a small meow at the door and smiled to himself.

“I won.”

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The Deployment Diaries Part 6 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley needs to tell you he’s leaving again in a few weeks. 

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, angst, adult banter, smut

Length: 3500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots! Check my masterlist for the reading order!

Bradley sat on the couch for a long time. He didn't know how to tell you about this new deployment. He'd only been home for three fucking days! At this rate, he'd be lucky if you were still living here and waiting for him when he came back after this next one. Eight goddamn weeks apart seemed like too much to ask of you. "Fuck," he shouted at the wall you had painted. He'd been spoiled; other than the Uranium plant special detachment, this past deployment had been his first since last July. He didn't want to leave again. Only four weeks home with you before eight more weeks away from you didn't feel fair, but who was he supposed to take it up with? Uncle Sam?

Phoenix had called and confirmed she would be deployed with him this time. At first it felt like a silver lining, but then Bradley got even angrier. That was one less friend you'd have here while he was gone. One less person who loved you and would look out for you.  His phone rang, and he felt like throwing it across the room. But then he realized it was your mom calling on facetime to help him prepare dinner for you. He'd had this planned with her since before he left on the last deployment. So he cleared his throat, put on a happy face, and headed into the kitchen. "Hey! Thanks for helping me do this," he said, propping his phone up on the counter and grabbing your apron. "I'm definitely improving, but I really want this to be edible," he told her with a laugh.  "No problem, honey. She's going to love it. Now start with flour, butter and salt. And you'll need to find a rolling pin." Almost two hours later, Bradley was looking down at something that actually resembled a chicken pot pie. It was kind of lumpy, and the pie crust had his finger marks all over it where he'd had to smash it closed, but still, it looked alright. He jotted down the baking instructions, thanked your mom profusely and went out for a quick run to clear his head.  After five miles, he still didn't know how to break the deployment news to you so he headed home to put dinner in the oven and take a shower. He heard your key in the front door lock just as he was pulling on clean gray sweatpants and a clean shirt.  "Bradley?" you called and he jogged out to give you a hug. "Why does it smell like something is cooking?" you asked, very concerned.  "Because something is cooking," he told you with a grin, pushing his fingers into your bun and messing up your hair. "I'm making you dinner." He leaned down and kissed you softly.  You held his face in your hands and eyed him skeptically. "Really?" He smiled at you and pulled you flush against him. "Really. And I think it turned out okay, because your mom helped me with it." He figured now was probably the best time to tell you about the papers, but you had your arms around his neck and you were rubbing yourself against him. "I love it when you're already here when I get home from work," you whispered against his lips. "And you know how I feel about you wearing these gray sweatpants." Bradley grunted as you caressed his semi-hard cock through the fabric. For some reason, these pants drove you wild. Something about being able to see the outline of his dick when he wore them without underwear.  "Did you wear them on purpose? Just for me?" you asked as you slipped your hand down inside them and cupped his balls.  "Fuck, Baby Girl. Everything I do is for you." You instantly dropped to your knees in front of him, yanking down the elastic waistband as you went. You smiled up at him as his dick stood at attention for you, and when you took his length between your lips, he groaned your name. Bradley had a girlfriend who gave him head while she was in uniform in the entryway of his house. Deployment number two was looking more and more grim by the minute as you sucked on him. When he was just starting to get close, you released him with a pop in favor of licking his balls and pulling them gently into your mouth. He was already about to cum when you wrapped those pretty lips around his cock once again, and Bradley rocked into you, hitting the back of your throat. He held your head with one hand and stroked your cheek with the other, coating your mouth and throat as he loudly muttered, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." "Take me to bed, Roo." ------------------------------------------ Bradley carried you to the bedroom, called you Lieutenant multiple times as he removed your uniform, and ate your pussy before fucking you once he was hard again. Having him home was perfection. You hoped his next deployment was several months away so you could enjoy this lifestyle for a while.  "Dinner should be ready in five. Go get dressed and I'll feed you," he whispered before he disappeared into the kitchen.  Bradley's chicken pot pie was actually delicious, and you made a huge fuss over him as you sat on his lap at the dining room table. "Look at the carrots! You cut them all up the same size! They cook more evenly when you do that," you gushed, taking another bite. "And you seasoned it really nicely." The proud smile on your boyfriend's face had you laughing, but his brown eyes looked a little sad. "What's the matter, Roo?" He started to shake his head, and you could tell he was going to try to deny that something was bothering him. "Just tell me. You'll feel better if you do." He swallowed hard and your eyes dropped to the scar on his neck. You stroked his skin there, and he closed his eyes. He was just so handsome. "Baby Girl. I got papers in the mail today." Your fingers froze on his scar. "Papers?" you asked, but your heart was already sinking.  "Yeah," he said as he nodded and met your gaze. He looked miserable, and you could feel tears prickling the backs of your eyes. "I leave the first week of April. Less than four weeks from now." A tear slid down your cheek, and Bradley tracked it with his eyes. "How long?" you whispered.  He gently wiped the tear away with his thumb. "Eight weeks. Pacific Ocean. On land and on a carrier." Your lip quivered and you couldn't speak, but Bradley held you against his chest and let you cry.  --------------------------------------- He knew he had to soak up as much of this domestic shit as he could, because he loved it so much. So Bradley spent his week off fixing up everything in the house so it was in perfect order for you when he was gone again. He fixed the ice maker that you had broken right before Christmas, and he planted flowers in the backyard for you to enjoy. And then every day when you got home from work, he held you so tight.  On Friday, you came home from work frazzled. "We're getting some new engineers from Annapolis next month. Commander Bickel just told me about it today." Bradley hugged you and kissed your forehead as you set your work bag down and wrapped your arms around his waist. "Why is that a bad thing?" You snuggled against his chest. "It's not. It's just going to be a lot of work for me. I'm supposed to help Bickel pick one of the engineers to stay on permanently. I'm really really really hoping this means I'll get a promotion within the next year. Maybe I can just deep dive into work while you're gone. I really want to be in charge of one of the labs." Bradley kissed the top of your head. "Just give it some time. Your superiors know how good you are. And don't overdo it, okay? Working too much won't help you, Sweetheart." You looked up at him. "I'm going to have to find something to occupy myself for eight weeks." Bradley groaned. "Maybe I'll fail my eye exam and get to stay home with you and collect my pension early. Alexa, how can I fake failing an eye exam?" You burst into laughter, and Bradley lit up from the inside. He didn't really hear Alexa's response because now you were kissing him. "You wanna take a quick detour to the bedroom before dinner?" he whispered to you.  "Oh, shit," you replied and checked the time. "I need to get to the pharmacy and pick up my birth control, and then I need to buy a baby shower gift for Macy before we go to the Hard Deck." "Macy from your lab?" Bradley asked. He was pretty sure he'd met her once when he brought you lunch.  "Yeah, she and her wife are adopting a baby, and I want to get a good gift from the registry before it's only a bunch of ugly onesies left." Bradley didn't want to let go of you. "Can I come with you?" You nodded against his chest. "If you feed me a sandwich before we leave, then yes, you can come with me." ---------------------------------- You believed it was truly a testament to how much Bradley loved you when he agreed to let you eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in the Bronco while he drove you to the pharmacy. He had the neatest car you'd ever been in, which was impressive since it was a 1971 model year. You had been nervous to drive the precious thing while he was away.  The line to pickup your prescription was long, and Bradley was a little handsy. You were trying to get him to behave by giving him side-eye, but you could feel his fingers creeping under your tee shirt. He was drawing little circles on your back and smiling as you glared halfheartedly.  "What do you think you're doing, Bradshaw?" you whispered when his fingertips dipped down inside the top of your jeans.  "Just waiting in line," he replied with a shrug. He leaned down and kissed the side of your neck. You would have groaned if you hadn't bit your lip in time. "Waiting in line with my beautiful girlfriend." "You need to behave." His behavior wasn't much better on the way to buy a baby gift. His palm was large, heavy and warm on your thigh, and you could feel him stroking you through the fabric with his thumb. "Are you trying to make me tell you we should go home instead?" Bradley grinned as he kept his eyes on traffic. "Of course not, Sweetheart. I'm helping you with your errands. I'm making it more fun, right?" "More fun or more frustrating, I'm not exactly sure which..." Bradley chuckled as he parked. "Let's go find this baby something other than an ugly onesie." He stuck by your side the whole time, offering frequent kisses, and occasionally luring you away to look at something fun. "Check it out, airplane bedding. Can we get this for the baby?" He was holding up a cute little quilt and sheet set with a colorful airplane pattern.  You laughed. "Oh, that's really cute! But it's not on their registry. Apparently they want outer space crib bedding." "Boo," Bradley said as he picked up a cute little lamp that matched the airplane bedding. You watched his large, graceful hands picking up and examining tiny baby items all over the store. Onesies looked extra tiny in his hands. And most of the strollers were too short for him to comfortably push them. "It's discrimination against tall people," he had told you.  Then he kept picking up little wooden puzzles and pull-along toys, and your heart clenched, because you knew he would be a good dad. It was so obvious. All he seemed to have inside of him was love to give away, in spite of the sadness he surely still felt over having lost both of his parents so young.   He turned and grinned at you. "Please get this for the baby. It's a little airplane puzzle, and the packaging says it's suitable for newborns. You can get this to go along with that lounger thing you were leaning towards." "Do you want to have kids?" you suddenly blurted out. Bradley froze with the puzzle game in his hands and stared at you with his lips slightly parted. Oh God, you really wished you hadn't said anything, because he looked like he had no idea how to respond to you practically screaming that at him.  ------------------------ Bradley could not formulate a sentence in his mind, let alone speak one out loud in response to you. Did he want to have kids? Well, fuck. He'd been forcing himself not to ask you the same question the entire time you'd been in this fucking adorable store.  How was he supposed to explain this to you? And now you looked like you were about to backpedal hard, so he knew his window of opportunity here was closing quickly.  Tossing the toy haphazardly back onto the shelf, he closed the distance between the two of you and let his right hand rest at your waist. "I'm going to ask you the same question, but first I'm going to say that no matter what your answer is, it's not a deal breaker for me." He took a deep breath, licked his lips and asked, "Do you want to have kids, Sweetheart?" Bradley's heart was pounding, and he felt hot and sweaty. You hummed and nodded your head. "I like kids, and I always thought maybe I'd have one or two eventually, or maybe adopt if I couldn't get pregnant. But not for a few more years," you told him, and his heart literally soared. "But, it's not a deal breaker for me either, Bradley!" you were quick to add, clearly thinking he didn't want to have kids with you. Bradley was practically panting, and he wasn't sure if he could verbally make sense of what was in his mind at the moment. "Baby Girl, I want to have kids with you. I keep thinking about building a little playhouse for the backyard. Maybe a jungle gym for when they get older." He watched you smile in response, so he kept going. "I never ever thought about any of this before you. I never let myself dream that I could have the kind of life that I have with you now. But, fuck... Y/N, if I ever got you pregnant, or you told me you wanted to apply to adopt... I don't even think I can put into words how happy that would make me." You launched yourself at him and pulled him in for a kiss. Bradley let you kiss him all over his face before he backed you up hard against a display of baby formula and devoured your mouth. Your hands slid down his chest and bunched up his shirt until you were touching his abs. He released your lips and you whimpered his name. "Baby Girl," he growled. You grabbed his shoulders and pulled him tighter to you, and he pressed against your core, moaning into your mouth before you wrenched your lips away from his.  "Did our conversation get you hard?" you asked, sounding shocked. But Bradley noticed you were panting now too. "Yeah," he confirmed, nodding his head. "I'm fucking hard." "Fuck, let's get out of here, Roo," you whispered, and before he knew what was happening you were literally running toward the exit doors.  "But you didn't buy a gift," he said when he finally caught up with you.  "I'll order one online for fuck's sake. Let's go home," you demanded. "We're gonna be the ones everyone blames when that poor kid only gets ugly onesies," Bradley told you as he grabbed you and tossed you over his shoulder. He ran across the parking lot while you laughed and squealed.  He set you down gently on the passenger seat, buckled you in, and just stared at you.  "Bradley, please, I'm literally squeezing my legs together!" "You're as turned on as I am," he whispered.  "Yeah! I am!" "Fuck!" he said loudly enough that an elderly couple gave the Bronco a wide berth.  "Get in and drive," you whined, and he quickly shut your door and sprinted around the back.  The ride was silent at first, and Bradley could hear you taking deep breaths. Rush hour traffic was heavy, and he was trying to find the best shortcut to take. But all the while his brain was whirring with the thought of turning one of the extra bedrooms into a nursery.  "Okay, but why exactly was that conversation so hot?" you asked him. He chanced a glance at you, but you were staring straight ahead. "I don't know, Baby Girl, but I'm still hard as a rock just thinking about it. Thinking about having a family with you." You moaned as Bradley finally turned onto your street. "I keep picturing you rocking a baby to sleep, and I'm having very strong reactions to it. You'd be such a good dad, Roo." He jerked the Bronco into the driveway, turned the engine off and unbuttoned his jeans. "Take your pants off and come here," he demanded, and you gasped as he shoved his jeans down a bit and pulled his cock out. "Now." With shaking hands, you removed your jeans and underwear. "It's not even that dark out yet," you said, sliding yourself over the console to straddle his lap. "The neighbors could see." But you were already slipping him inside your soaking wet pussy and riding him. "I don't care," he whispered before burying his nose and mouth into the side of your neck. "I don't fucking care, Baby Girl." He licked up and down along your neck, but he could tell you were already so far gone.  "Oh my God, Bradley. I'm already about to come," you whined a moment later, riding him harder.  "You got me there too, Sweetheart." Bradley came in your pussy as you whined and moaned so much, he was sure the neighbor's dog was barking in response to the sounds you were making.  And after that, all he could think about was his storage unit.  --------------------------- For the entire evening at the Hard Deck, Bradley was all over you. His hands were everywhere. If they weren't wrapped around your shoulders, they were on your ass. If he wasn't kissing your neck, he was playing with your hair. Shopping for baby stuff and getting on the same page about kids had done something to him. And you were all about it. You already knew he was the one, that was obvious. But now you were both in agreement that there would in some way, shape or form hopefully be kids in that house with you someday. You'd taken a moment on the ride to the bar to remind him that you were going to stay on birth control for now, but maybe in a couple years you'd stop. And he reminded you that he was more than happy to wait until you were ready. "You guys are acting like you're on your honeymoon," Phoenix noted with a smirk.  "Yeah, what is with you two?" asked Jake. "You're way more disgusting than usual, and that's saying something." "Mind your own business, Bagman," Bradley said, but there was no heat behind it, because he was currently curling a strand of your hair around his finger.  "You want me to play you a song tonight?" he asked you softly. "I'd love to play for you." You nodded, and Bradley guided you to the piano bench next to him and started playing Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac. You sang along with him when you knew the words, and when you didn't you just listened to him sing.  Can you hear me calling out your name?

You know that I'm falling, and I don't know what to say.

I want to be with you everywhere. You didn't last much longer at the bar before you were on your way home. All of the urgency from earlier was gone now, but Bradley was holding your hand in his while he sang along to his Motown playlist, and you felt like you were melting. You walked slowly up the sidewalk together, and Bradley played with your hair while you unlocked the front door. Once inside, you walked toward the bedroom, and he followed.  "I love you," fell from his lips maybe a hundred times as he pushed himself inside you and loved your body so well, it left you no doubt that he loved the rest of you too. 

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[httpknjoon]

toast and wedding plannings | ksj

plot | you have a busy schedule but you want to be jin's wife as soon as possible. so you two did the most logical thing to do.

word count | 3.2k

genres | fluff

pairing | actor!jin x famous!reader

note | of course, the a-listers would always be the one who will break me out my writer's block era.

main masterlist | the a-listers: confidential masterlist

“Okay, the premiere is on the fifth of December. But before that, you will be doing interviews, mostly online. A few are solo, but most of that stuff is with your castmates. By the way, Val from Indian Paintbrush sent an e-mail, specifically for you. She said…”

A blue bird landed on one of the branches of your red maple tree in your backyard. You watched as it stood there quietly, letting your assistant’s voice from your phone go into the background. The bird probably felt your eyes on him as it turned its small beak in your direction before flying away. Left with no more entertainment, you sighed before turning around. That’s when you see your fiance of almost three weeks placing a cup of coffee and a plate of toast on the patio table.

“Hailey. Schedule.” you mouthed at him while pointing to your phone that you were holding next to your ear.

He nods before signing and then mouthing a word, “Peanut butter?”

You looked at the food he prepared for you before soundlessly replying, “Banana, please.”

Jin smiled and gave you a double thumbs-up before walking back in to get your request. Your attention returns to the call you were in as you sat on your outdoor sofa.

“... and as you requested, I cleared out your schedule for your Seoul trip with Jin,” Hailey said with a proud tone. “Thank God, Fallon’s producers agreed to move your guesting next month. They said yes after I offered them exclusive photos from your trip, just like you said.”

“It’s like a consolation gift.” you chuckled.

Since you were already booked for the Tonight Show a month ago, you knew that it would be a headache for everyone involved when you asked for your guesting to be moved to January. Knowing how the industry works, even though you really hate sharing your personal agendas with everyone, you decided to offer some “exclusive” photos from your trip that Hollywood loves to the show’s producers.

“Anyway, thank you so much for everything, Hailey.”

“Yeah, no problem. Just enjoy your week. Next week will be crazy busy again.” she spoke.

“I know.” you sighed.  “You too! Enjoy your week there in Hawaii.”

Just as you hang up the call, Jin enters again with your bananas. You smiled as you noticed he sliced it already. He sat next to you and almost immediately, you rested on his shoulder, making him wrap his arms around you.

“Busy schedule?” he asked, sensing the exhaustion from you even though it was only eight in the morning.

You snuggled closer to his chest, “I just wish I had more time to plan the wedding.”

“Don’t worry, we still have a lot more time to do that. I can wait for you,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head.

Unlike you, Jin doesn’t have any work commitments left for this year. He already had plans of visiting his extended family back in South Korea for next month so he made sure to empty out his schedule. And since you just got engaged weeks ago, you joined in on his month-long trip, making some surprise changes to your agenda. 

You looked up, “But I can’t. I want to be your wife like right now.”

Jin just laughed at what he thought to be a joke from you. His attention went to the food, spreading peanut butter on your toast. You, on the other hand, scrunched your eyebrows as you watched him. Because you’re not kidding. You want to get married as soon as possible with him. It’s like a switch flipped in your brain ever since that morning after you said yes to his proposal. You are just so happy and excited to marry him. 

When Jin noticed you not laughing, his eyebrows raised, “What?”

“I want to marry you now, I’m not kidding,” you said like you were offended.

“I know. Me too, bub.” he grinned at your pouting lips. Putting down the bread, he held your hand and planted a kiss on it, “Trust me, if I can marry you today, I would.”

Your lips were forming into a smile when– An idea forms in his head.

“We can,” you mumbled, making Jin confusedly look at you. “I mean not today. But we can get married this week. I don’t have anything to do this week since I’m supposedly busy next week. Plus, I have this dress coming from Vivienne Westwood for the premiere. I could wear that.”

“Well, Donny just got ordained online…” Jin whispered.

You two quietly eyed each other, both knowing something was cooking in your heads.

“Okay, how about you try to make this character your own? I’ll give you five minutes to internalize again.”

Having the urge to roll his eyes, Donny turned his back to the so-called actor someone probably miscast for this series he has been directing. He can feel a headache forming from how plain and bad this young actor says his lines. He sat back on his chair, cooling down. As soon as he opened his phone, he noticed a series of messages sent by his best friend almost an hour ago.

From Jin

are u free this wednesday

From Jin

won’t take no for an answer

From Jin

go here before 6

From Jin

wear something nice

From Jin

yn and i will be hosting an engagement dinner :))

“Hi, this is Hailey. I am calling for the bouquet…”

Pressing a powder on your face, you watched Hailey from the background of your mirror walking back and forth while talking to someone on her phone. The tan lines on her shoulders are still visible since she only got back from her vacation less than twelve hours ago. She even wore the same beach dress she wore in Hawaii days ago as she went straight to your house after you informed her about your plans. 

“Do you even have anything? Flowers? Gown? Hair and make-up stuff? How about the venue? The guests?! All that thing!” she panicked through the call.

You pursed your lips, “It’s a very intimate, surprise wedding, Hailey. We just want to get married now and we prefer the smallest counts of guests possible. I’ll be wearing that Westwood dress–”

“Huh? It’s not coming until the day before the premiere night, YN.” she interrupted, sounding annoyed.

“What?” you asked, confused.

“That dress is coming from London and they said they’ll be sending it in December!” she almost screamed, confirming that she was, indeed, annoyed. 

Hailey, at this point, is your eldest sister. She manages everything in your life and always wants the best thing for you. She is more than your assistant and occasional stylist, she is family. So you don’t really mind if she openly lets you know when she gets annoyed about something you’ve done. There were even times you were more scared of her than she ever was to you.

You tried to think of something, “Oh… Okay. I still have that white dress we bought years ago when we–”

“No! No! You’re not going to wear that. I’m contacting someone from Versace. I’m sure we can get you something.”

‘Don’t—”

“Yes, I’m not telling them where you would use it. I’ll think of other reasons.”

“It says that they were supposed to arrive thirty minutes ago.”

She looks like she was so close to biting her nails as she talked to the flower shop staff, all while you do your make-up. Still, in your comfiest pink robe with your gown underneath, you gently swiped your favorite shade of lip stain on your lips. Then, your make-up is done! You didn’t really put much effort, only doing a natural look rather than your common red carpet look. Hailey helped you earlier with creating soft curls for your hair. 

And for your dress, you still ended up with a white one. Of course, Versace. Hours after Hailey contacted them for your “private dinner” event, they sent three options for you to choose from. You picked out the white, shimmery gown Amal Clooney wore one time. It is a bridal gown with spaghetti straps and a full, sweeping train. It is sparkly and perfect for the ambiance of your backyard, where you will be holding the wedding.

“No, I asked for–”

Hailey was cut off when someone knocked on your home office’s (made into a prep room for you) door. She was the one who opened the door as she was closer to the door.

“Oh, you arrived!” she said before you could see who she was talking to.

Then, a familiar man popped his head in. Your heart jumped, making you stand up even though you were careful with your gown. 

“Dad!”

“Oh my god. How are you feeling?”

Jin wanted to say he was cool. But with his sweaty palms and racing heart, he knew he was more than cool. Just a little nervous and a lot more excited. Just a month ago, he was learning to cook the Marry Me chicken recipe and now, you two will be tying the knot in less than an hour. He can feel butterflies in his stomach just by thinking what you would look like. He hasn’t seen you after breakfast today. Hailey and Donny insist that it’s a tradition, something for fun. You were laughing as your assistant pulled you away from him while you were still kissing him. Since you two were in the same house, you have been kept in your office for hours now.

“You don’t have to answer that. Your smile says everything.” Donny interrupted his thoughts. ‘Thank you for making me a big part of this, man. I really appreciate it.”

Instead of their usual cool guy handshake, Jin and his best man (and friend and wedding officiator) shared a tight hug. He can feel how happy Donny is for him just by the short hug.

‘Thank you for flying from SoCal for this dinner.” Jin laughed.

‘I was so confused why you wanted me to dress so nicely for dinner!” Donny explained, laughing too.

It was in the middle of their laughter when they heard the doorbell ring. Knowing it’s probably one of the very few guests you two invited, Jin opened the door. He was right.

“Oh, aren’t you a fine groom?” your dad opened his arms as soon as Jin saw him. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you so much, sir.”

“Ah, you can call me Dad.” he corrects him.

Jin smiled wider before hugging your stepmother too. Your father and Helen, his wife came from Iowa since that was where he retired years ago before reuniting with you. It is no secret to everyone who knows you that you had a distant relationship with your dad, especially after the whole emancipation thing. But he reached out to you around the same time you and Jin worked for Cornelia Street. Since then, you and your dad have been catching up from time to time. That’s why Jin flew to your dad’s farmhouse in Iowa months ago to let him know about his plans to propose to you.

“You know, I didn’t expect this wedding to happen this soon.”  Helen quipped as they entered. “Where’s the bride?”

“Oh, she’s in her office. I haven’t seen her since this morning,” he told them, almost sounding like a kid complaining.

“Stop whining. The wedding will start in like thirty minutes.” Donny said, making the older people laugh.

Then, they walked to the stairs up your office, leaving Jin and Donny alone again. The two decided to go to the backyard, where the fairy lights were lit up while there were white roses arranged in two lines on the sides of the small pathway for you later. The wooden chairs for the guests are the same chairs on the dining table inside the house but Hailey made sure to make it a little special with names, ribbons, and flowers on it. To ensure the privacy of your special day, you only have six guests in total: Hailey, Donny, your dad, Helen, Jin’s mom, stepdad, and dad. The latter three are still on their way. Considering his dad is in South Korea, Jin assured him that he understands if he cannot come with the sudden event. But his dad promised that he would come.

“Okay, just stand there.”

Minutes later, Hailey is instructing Jin where to stand. Donny is already next to him. Helen and Jin’s parents are already sitting in their seats. A good instrumental of love songs plays in the background with a Bluetooth speaker Hailey prepared. Jin cannot help but feel giddy. He knew you were already waiting for your best friend’s instructions to walk down this flowery aisle, along with your dad next to you.

“You look beautiful, honey.” your dad whispered next to you.”Exactly like your mother.”

That is the greatest compliment for you. Your mother was the most wonderful person in your head and to be compared to her always warms your heart. And to hear it from your father makes your lips quiver like a little kid.

You turned your head at him, smiling while feeling a burn of tears at the edge of your eyes, “Thank you, Dad.”

His lips were shaking like he was trying not to get too emotional. Instead, he offered you a smile and held your hand that was snaked on his arm.

“I’ll play the song and you will slowly walk out, okay? Just take your time.” Hailey comes in again.

You nodded, “Okay, ma’am.”

You see her shoulders tensing down as you say that. She chuckles.

“Now, can you just sit down? I want the world’s best assistant and my best friend to see me walking there,” you told her and her eyes instantly glistened.

“Okay.” she smiled after looking at you for a few more seconds. 

You wanted to hug her but you knew you two would just bawl out your eyes and ruin the whole thing if you did. So without saying any other words, Hailey heads out. A few seconds later, you hear a familiar melody. So This Is Love from Cinderella. You and your dad took it as a signal to take a few steps together until you reached the backyard.

And there, he sees you. Finally.

Everything felt calm as you walk down the aisle. Instead of beating faster, his heart slows down and all he can see is you. Your eyes were all watery before you could even reach the middle of the aisle, where your father would leave you so can have your own moment. He placed a kiss on your cheek before letting you go. You looked back at Jin and a single tear had already slipped down his cheek. You don’t know but you smiled and chuckled as you walked closer, crying happy tears yourself. He chuckled too.

You are an angel in his eyes. As you stepped closer to him, he remembered the first night he saw you. Smiling, handing him a TicTac and telling him a story. He just remembered losing himself in your voice and beauty. Butterflies were playing around his stomach just like now. He hoped that it would not be the last time he saw you.

The song’s volume in the background lowered down as you stood in front of Jin. Everyone who is witness to this wonderful night can feel the love and adoration you two hold for each other.

Donny began, “We gather here today to celebrate the love of two wonderful human beings, YN and Jin. You have come to this beautiful place to witness the formal commitment they will make for each other, allowing YN and Jin to begin this new chapter of their life together with the people they truly trust, and love the most. Welcome and thank you for your presence here tonight. And please, no taking pictures– except you, Hailey, of course.’

Everyone laughed at his joke. Hailey, being the best person, also has a camera with her to take candid snaps.

“Now, as we all know, YN and Jin are a little bit in a rush to get married so I’ll keep this short.” you and Jin laughed as Donny continued, “As a longtime spectator of their amazing love story, all I can say is they are truly meant for one another. They are a perfect pairing as they balance each other so well. They work together perfectly not just in their great movies, but also in their relationship. And I believe, their effort and patience to make this relationship work in the middle of their busy lives is what leads us to this moment.”

“I always felt lucky to be friends with both of you two, being able to witness your story like no one else does. No amount of articles or movie scenes can ever encapsulate the passion you two have for each other. The way you care and protect each other amidst crazy rumors and hard times is truly powerful. Jin, you are the only one who can make YN smile throughout an exhausting day. And YN, you are the only one who can laugh at my best friend’s corny dad jokes.” 

Jin glared at his best friend while everyone, including you, laughed. You broke his glare as you softly held his cheek to make him look back at you.

“With that, I wish for them to spend their lifetime as one. I wish for their marriage to be filled with moments of joy, contentment, and love. I hope that they continue to make each other laugh, smile, and believe in love as they make the whole world do.”

Jin squeezed your hand, making you smile even more.

“So, without further ado… YN, do you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect him, forsaking all others, and holding only unto him forever?”

“I do,” you replied with no hesitation, looking deeply at your soon-to-be husband.

“Jin, do you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect her, forsaking all others, and holding only unto her forever?”

His lips quirked, “I do.”

Donny smiled widely, “Now, please bring out the rings.”

Jin followed since he was the one who kept the rings you picked days ago, in which Donny picked up at the store on his way here.

“Please place the ring on each other’s left hand and repeat after me:” Donny said. “I, YN/JIN, take you above all else, to be my wife/husband, forevermore.”

You and Jin repeated everything not removing your gaze on one another. You felt the gold ring slip in one of your fingers after that. You have never felt joy pumps in your system.

“And now by the power vested in me by the internet, it is my honor and delight to declare you married. Go forth and live each day to the fullest. You may seal this declaration with a kiss.” 

Donny and the guests clapped while standing up. Jin gently held both of your cheeks while he leaned closer to you. You closed your eyes as you felt his soft lips on yours. Fireworks set off inside you. You kissed him, feeling the soft skin of his cheeks on your fingertips, inhaling his calming scent. He kissed you back, running his hand back to your waist, squeezing it for a short second before pulling away. You two opened your eyes. You were the first one to speak,

“I’m so lucky to have you. I love you.”

He kissed you once again, “I love you too."

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[fallinforerling]

Could you write Erling Haaland x reader

Reader meeting his dad and being great friends before she ever meet Erling and she didn't connect that they are related. So maybe her going to Norway with Erling to meet his family and his dad being happy to see her. Just a lot of fluff

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HAVE YOU MET BEFORE? | chapter 1 - e.h

A/N: My 🌹🌹 anon, it wasn't my intention to actually create a mini series with this request but... IT'S HAPPENING. Hope y'all enjoy this, because it's so ADORABLEEEEEE. Thank you all for 722 followers, love you all xx

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The fun part about owning any kind of shop was the fact that, after some time, you gained regular customers. Of course, they weren’t a lot, but they were yours. And you loved every single one of them. Well, most of the people. Some customers were just insufferable. Luckily, that wasn’t regularly the case. 

Nonetheless, it was weird when a new one joined the group; most of the customers that you saw during the week never came back more than twice per month, and you didn’t know what to do to keep them coming more often. Maybe a type of promotion? 2x1 on cupcakes? Buy two books and get breakfast out of the selection? You sighed, looking out of the window. You needed to think a bit harder about it. 

Just when you were starting to get deep into the analysis of the market and the endless options you possibly had in front of you, the little bell by the door rang, letting you know someone just came in. 

“Welcome!” You said, smiling at the man who was still by the door, looking around with curiosity in his eyes. “May I help you?” 

He retrieved his eyes from the few shelves full of books to his right, focusing on your face, and then on the counter, fully stocked with fresh pastries and cookies. You smiled again when his eyes focused back on your face, feeling somehow proud of the attention he was giving to your goodies. 

“They are all fresh; I baked them this morning.” 

“Oh, are they homemade? That’s amazing.” He finally spoke, surprising you with a little bit of an accent. “What do you recommend?” 

“If I were you, I’d totally get the butter cookie, a good croissant filled with cream cheese, and a cappuccino.” You made a little gesture with your hands. “It all wraps up pretty nicely; it’s my go-to thing when I want a good breakfast before work.” 

“Very well, I’ll take that.” He got closer to the counter, still eyeing the rest of the options. “And you know what? Let me get two nutella croissants and some of these little ham pastries right there. Oh, and maybe a couple of cookies... Mmmh, two with oats, two with chocolate chips, and two butter ones.” He smiled when he saw your surprised expression. “I have a son that eats a lot.” 

You laughed along with him, still writing down his order. 

“I can’t blame him, food is the best thing in the world.” You paused, doubting a bit. “Would you like all that to go?” 

“Please.” He sat down on one of the stools next to the coffee machine. “But I’ll have the cream cheese croissant and the coffee here. He’s training, so I’m free for another hour.” 

“Oh yeah? Training for what?” You liked to chat with clients whenever you could. They always had the most interesting stories.  

“He’s a footballer, you know? Just like his father.” He seemed very proud of it. 

“That’s so cool! I hope he does well.” You smiled at him after leaving his coffee in front of him. “I’ll give you some sugar if you want.” 

“Oh no, I’m fine... By the way, is this your shop?” 

“Yep, I opened not so long ago, but it’s going well. I really enjoy being an owner.” 

“That’s very good, I’m happy for you. It’s difficult to start a business when you’re young, but if you keep your mind on it, everything will go exactly as you plan.” 

“Thank you, sir.” He really seemed like a nice person. “Here you go, all packed up for the big boy. Make sure he eats some of it warm, it’s better like that.” 

“I will, I will. He’ll be thankful for this treat, I can assure you that.” He laughed along, and you hoped for him to come back more often. You could be happy with just one more nice customer like him. 

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You were annotating some orders you got by phone, a reservation made by Thomas, a regular customer who really wanted one of the tables for him by lunch time, and counting how much milk you had left before you actually ran out when the bell rang. Your eyes immediately went from the notebook between your hands to the door, smiling a bit when you saw the person already walking towards the counter. 

“Hello there, Alfie.” 

The blonde man made a little reverence, making you laugh. Weeks passed by, and he, as you suspected, became a regular. Every time he could, he passed by and bought some breakfast for him and a big amount of things for his son, who you grew more and more curious to know more about. You didnʼt know why, but you already felt like you knew this son of his pretty well, although you hadn’t asked for his name, because it seemed a bit overbearing. Plus, the man was very funny, which made your morning bearable. 

“Hello dear.” He sat on the same stool as always, already eyeing the freshly baked items. “The usual.” 

You nodded, grabbing a cream cheese croissant and the milk, ready to make him his daily cappuccino. 

“Howʼs the big boy doing? Did that pain on his leg went away?” 

“Big boy” was the nickname you gave Alfieʼs son. None of you ever mentioned the fact that you didnʼt know his real name or age, but both of you seemed fine with it. You didnʼt want to appear extremely curious or anything like that, although you were. Alfie seemed to be a bit famous from how much he was recognized in the shop the few times he stayed longer than his usual hour, when it was just him and you. He also said he was a footballer when he was younger, but you didn’t dare to google him. It felt disrespectful. 

“Ah yeah, that thing was just a little discomfort, but the physio already said it was nothing. Heʼs good now, back on the field. Stronger than ever.”

“Iʼm happy to hear that.” You said, assuming that was all the information you were going to get. “Make sure he rests a lot and drinks water, the pain will be back if he doesn’t give himself a break.” 

“Ah, I try to, but the boy is as stubborn as I was back in the day. I guess thatʼs what I get by educating him with my mentality of never giving up, huh?” You giggled when he raised his eyebrows. “Oh, by the way, my dear. Iʼm going back to Norway a little bit earlier than expected. So I wonʼt be around here a lot for the next couple of weeks, take care, mmh? Iʼll miss these pastries you make.” He said after he finished his plate, already grabbing the box full of sweets to take with him. 

In the past few weeks, you learned that Alfie was from Norway, lived in the country-side for most of his free time, had five children, and hated Manchester United. It didnʼt seem like a lot, but since he was a private person, you knew it was a lot of information coming from him. 

“Aw! Well, make sure to take care as well. And say hi to your wife, she seems like a lovely person.” You doubted for a second before speaking again. “Why donʼt come here before you leave? Maybe you can take some of them with you?” 

“Iʼll think about it!” He finally got up, smiling at you one last time. “See you later, darling.” 

“Bye! Have a great trip!” 

Aw, youʼll miss that old man.

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[the-travelling-witch]

can i participate in the event? number 4 please <3, the character i'd like is oikawa tooru from haikyuu, I would like hurt/comfort (enemies to lovers) thank you!!

it took soooo long, i’m so sorry; but this is the last event request which came in in time; thank you to everyone who participated!! ♡

i couldn’t do enemies to lovers though bc that was a trope in and of itself+ combining it with “baking” didn’t give me any great ideas

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Flours for you ﾟ☾. ࿐

trope: baking [space nr. 24]

pairing: post-timeskip oikawa x gn! reader

genre: hurt/comfort

warnings: none

You were disappointed, to boil it down. But it wasn’t like you could openly show it, not on this day, which somehow only made it hurt worse.

It had been weeks since you and your boyfriend could spend some quality time together, most of your conversations being held over text or post-its on the fridge, asking to add butter to the grocery list or saying leftovers from yesterday were still stowed away. You knew what you were agreeing to when choosing to date Oikawa, knew his job took a lot of his time, yet, you couldn’t help but miss him anyway.

A small, hopeful voice in your head almost convinced you that today might be different, it was your birthday after all. His next match was a home game and Oikawa wouldn’t have to travel far away this time. So, no matter how selfish the thought was, you went to bed alone the night before in hopes of waking up to two strong arms wrapped around you and a warm body pressed against you.

When you opened your eyes, his side of the bed was messy but cold. While getting ready for work without much of a spring to your step, you saw his practice bag and keys gone, confirming your suspicions.

As you went about your day with no card, no post-it, no flowers and no text in sight, your shoulders couldn’t help but slump. While really grateful for friends, family and colleagues wishing you a happy birthday, you felt a deeper pang and more unease settle in your heart and gut. 

One thing about Oikawa, he was attentive in any part of life, there was no way he wouldn’t at least shoot you a cheeky message, unless for the first time he actually forgot…

By the time you came home, you were ready to curl up on the couch with a movie and maybe order some take-out, still in disbelief you didn’t hear from the one person you really wanted to see today. There was that same tiny voice telling you the day wasn’t over yet but there was also your best friend on speed dial, ready to see you through the evening.

To your surprise, when you opened the front door, your heart soared as you were greeted by lights, the sound of dishes clinking and… the scent of cocoa?  Popping your head into the kitchen you indeed found the source of the noise to be your boyfriend, whisking something together in a mixing bowl with a look of utmost concentration. 

“Tooru?”

It was almost comical, the speed at which his head whipped around and his fluffy hair bounced with the movement. For a split-second, his features fell in shock before beaming at you brightly. Before you could move from your spot, the arms you had missed this morning were slung around you as Oikawa twirled you around. 

“Mi amor! Feliz cumpleaños!” When he rested his head on your shoulder and basked in your embrace, your hands tightened the grip on the back of his shirt. A sob choked you up as bottled emotions bubbled to the top and your throat closed up. Alarmed at the tears spilling from your eyes, Oikawa pulled back and cupped your face in his hands, a worried look creasing his forehead. “What is wrong? Are you okay? Please talk to me, love.”

“I- I can’t believe I thought– I thought you didn’t remember,” you sniffled past the weight in your chest. The guilt about not trusting him ate you up inside and made you avoid his eyes. “But when you weren’t there this morning and didn’t talk to me and I hadn’t seen you in forever… I just missed you so much, Tooru.”

“I missed you too, angel. I’m so sorry I’ve been so busy with work lately.” He gently wiped your tears and placed a sweet kiss on your temple, his touch lingering just a little longer than usual. Slowly his hand ran up and down the length of your spine until he could feel your sobs calm down. “I really wanted to congratulate you in person, so that’s on me. That was really stupid of me.”

“It was,” you agreed, making him chuckle.

“But you ruined your own surprise, that wasn’t so nice either,” Oikawa said, a soft grin tugging at his lips. “Guess you’ll have to help me finish it to make it up to me.”

The raise of your brow was interrupted by your boyfriend picking you up and sitting you down on the counter. With a clear look at the mixing bowl, you finally saw where the scent of cocoa came from as Oikawa went to preheat the oven.

“Watcha making?” you chimed, making some room for him to stand between your legs as he smoothed his hands up your thighs

“What a question… A birthday cake, of course,” he said, booping your nose.

As your house filled with the smell of chocolate and the sound of laughter, the cake lost a substantial amount of batter before even seeing the oven and it became clear there’d be a lot more clean-up to do than usual but you didn’t mind. After all, spending time with your favourite idiot far surpassed everything else you could’ve wished for.

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[iwritesickfic]

I would love to read a story about Theo getting sick while Seamus is away for a few days, and he comes back to find Theo with a bad cough and some other symptoms. Bonus if his cough is so bad Seamus has to take him to urgent care to get a nebulizer or something!

anon i know you've been waiting MONTHS for this fic, thanks for your patience and i hope you enjoy <3

The moment Seamus walks through the front door, he hears it. Deep, crackling coughing. He sighs, putting down his suitcase. 

“Theo?” He calls. Leave it to his boyfriend to contract some miserable virus in the only four days they’ve been apart in months.

“In here!” Theo’s voice calls, sounding distinctly hoarse. Seamus leaves his things in the entryway, only bringing his extra large airport coffee with him into the kitchen. 

His heart clenches when he sees Theo, who’s in the middle of another violent coughing fit. He’s standing by the kettle, a cutting board with uneven lemon wedges and a ginger root that looks like it’s been peeled with a blunt butter knife in front of him. One of his hands is gripping the counter, the other catching his hacking coughs. He’s almost gasping between them, and when they finally taper off, it takes him a while to catch his breath again.

He’s pale apart from the flush on his cheeks, swimming in one of Seamus’s sweatshirts.

Seamus lays a hand on his back, and he messes with his hair self consciously.

“Hey. Welcome back. What’s up?” He croaks, and Seamus’s hand rubs his back in slow circles.

“Nothing really. What’s up with you?” He asks pointedly, and Theo sighs, half laughing. He gestures to the butchered lemon and ginger in front of him with a shaky hand.

“Can’t fucking peel to save my life is what,” he says, and Seamus can’t help but laugh too. He kisses Theo’s cheek, and it’s predictably feverish against his lips.

“Sit down, I’ll show you.” 

Theo struggles up onto the counter, muffling a few coughs into his sleeve when he’s done. The cough seems desperate to get something up, but nothing is moving in his chest. Seamus catches a hint of a wheeze in his breath, but it goes away quickly enough that he turns his attention back to the ginger. A spoon is sitting alongside the paring knife, and Seamus laughs again.

“Were you using a spoon?”

Theo shrugs.

“What else am I supposed to use?”

Seamus shakes his head and takes the knife. It’s about the dullest one they have, which explains the lemon.

“A peeler. Or a knife. Sharpness is the only requirement,” he teases as he makes quick work of the root. He could do this with his eyes closed he’s done it so many times. He chops off about an inch long piece, then chops that in half, dropping one into the mug already on the counter, and grabbing another mug from the shelf. “Big ginger wants you to think you can do it with a spoon but that’s absolute bullshit.”

“Ok, well this is why you can’t leave me here all by myself,” Theo teases back, though his eyes are distinctly tired.

“Well you also caught the plague. Clearly,” he says, passing one of the steaming mugs to Theo. He cups it with both hands and sighs, though his breath is short.

“Just…a cold,” he says, voice soft.

“Sounds like more than a cold,” Seamus says, resting his hand on Theo’s knee. “I’m happy you took the day off though. And you’re not even bedridden.” Usually at 10 in the morning on a Friday Theo would be in the studio.

Theo rolls his eyes and takes a sip of the tea. He winces as he swallows.

“Max cancelled. And Elise. So…” He trails off, then quickly puts down his mug as he starts to cough again, wet and desperate. Seamus rubs his thigh, and Theo looks almost dizzy when he’s done. “I don’t know. I’ve had this fucking bitch of a cough since Wednesday and I guess they were tired of it.”

Seamus frowns.

“They probably wanted you to get some rest. And knew you wouldn’t be the one to cancel.”

Theo shrugs, eyes half lidded.

“Or they were annoyed I was messing up every take hacking into the mic.” He sniffles, and picks his tea back up with shaky hands. Seamus is puzzled by this turn in the conversation. Maybe it’s the fever making him irritable.

“You don’t think they like you? Or…would be worried about you?” Theo shrugs again, face blank. “I mean, Max, Elise…they’re your friends.”

“Now,” he says, and Seamus steps closer, so he’s between Theo’s knees. He lays his palm on Theo’s chest. He looks so exhausted, so miserable.

“C’mon,” he says, and Theo coughs again into his elbow. It leaves his breathing even tighter than before.

“Seamus, we both know when my number’s up none of these people will give a fuck about me,” he says, and his voice breaks on the words, from the tightness in his lungs or something else, Seamus can’t tell. His heart aches, and he cups Theo’s hot cheeks. He forces their eyes to meet.

“I’ll always be here,” he says, and a small smile tugs at Theo’s chapped lips. “Me and Zeke.”

“I know.”

Theo’s always had issues trusting people and their intentions, and after what happened in the wake of their breakup four years ago - blocked numbers, paparazzi leaks, closed door shit talking - it got even worse. It’d all been substantiated. All those fears and worries were proven right. So who was Seamus to tell him that wasn’t true?

Still, he doesn’t often talk about these kinds of things, and Seamus regrets bringing it up when he’s already sick as a dog.

“You’re sure it’s not the plague?” He finally asks, pressing his palm to Theo’s scalding forehead. He makes a soft sound, leaning in the touch, before it becomes another fit of coughs. The wheeze is pronounced now, his breath sounding like it’s coming through a straw.

“Could be,” he finally says, one hand on his ribs.

It only takes a ten minute video appointment with his doctor to get him a prescription for albuterol, and Seamus is thankful for the millionth time that anything and everything can be delivered in New York City. 

By noon Seamus has made soup, set up camp on the couch, and prepped Theo’s nebulizer with the prescription. In only a few hours, his cough has gotten even worse. His breathing is tight and noisy, and his fever has jumped a degree and a half.

Seamus’s heart throbs again when he walks into the living room with their bowls of soup. Theo’s fumbling with the mouthpiece of the nebulizer, huddled under a blanket with his knees pulled up to his chest. 

Seamus doesn’t have to say anything, just pushes his hair back off his face, and Theo hands him the small device. Almost every breath is followed by a few weak coughs, and Seamus wastes no time in handing it to him when he’s finished.

The first few inhales have him coughing, and Seamus rubs his back.

“What are you in the mood for?” he asks as he grabs the tv remote. “And don’t say bake off.”

Theo scoffs inside the rubber mask.

“I’m dying. I want bake off,” he says, voice muffled by the plastic. He coughs weakly, though it already sounds better than it did.

“Can we watch a different season at least?” Seamus already knows the answer.

“Season 5,” Theo says, leaning against Seamus’s side. His breaths are growing deeper, steadier. Seamus kisses the crown of his head, settling into the carefully arranged nest of pillows and cushions.

“Season 5 it is.”

[rebelliousstories]

Sex, Drugs, Rock ‘N Roll

Relationship: Donnie Darko x Reader

Fandom: Donnie Darko

Request: Yes by Anon

Warnings: Fluff, Weed Consumption, Mentions of Death, Violence, and Horny Thoughts

Word Count: 1,799

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Summary: What was suppose to be a quiet and spooky night in, quickly turned into something a bit scarier, but a bit more relaxed.

“Come on in, Donnie! I’m so excited for tonight!” She exclaimed loudly, pulling her dark haired friend inside. The boy laughed and looked around the home. A home so unlike his own, yet so similar. He allowed himself to be pulled up stairs and to the second door on the right. Donnie knew this bedroom well, having come here often over the last few years. While her parents didn’t know about some of those visits thanks to the ladder that stayed on her side of the house, he knew that they liked him. They liked that they were such close friends and balanced each other out.

Donnie helped to take blankets, pillows, and other items to the living room for the movie night they were going to have. Apparently it was a sin in his best friend’s eyes to have never seen “Rocky Horror Picture Show” which he didn’t get. But he’d do anything just to see her happy, and if that meant watching an incredibly sexual and horror based movie, he’d do it. A small fort was now erected in the living room when the popcorn had been started. Candy littered the coffee table, with a small portion of the table left visible for beverages and the aforementioned popcorn. Donnie smelled the butter and could practically taste the salt coating the kernels as she brought it over in a big bowl. He went to reach for a handful but a shock ran through him instead when he felt her hand meet his. They shared a glance and prayed that the other one would not notice the blush now coating their cheeks. The VHS tape was loaded in and finally the night was set to begin.

“I promise you’re gonna love the film, Donnie. It’s a classic in the horror scene now. Although it did terribly when it was first released.” She assured him while the lips moved across the screen.

“I believe you, okay? It sounds like the sort of thing we’d enjoy.” He watched her shoot him a wink and let the rest of the movie play. Everything was going fine. Donnie laughed as she called out the crowd interaction every chance she got. She usually tried to warn him what was coming up and what to do which made it even more fun for the boy. Watching his best friend enjoy something so clearly and fiercely put a small smile on his face that didn’t seem to go away.

Everything was going fine. Until it wasn’t. Donnie was really getting into the film, and enjoying it almost as much as his best friend. After a brief pause, where the two friends calmed down, the boy saw something flash out of the corner of his eyes. At first, he thought that it was another hallucination but it was just the T.V. Bright images flashed, and the lyrics struck a cord deep within Donnie. He saw Frank start to show up in the middle of all the dancing. Bodies started dropping, and images flashed through his head of violence and death. But Frank stayed in the middle of it all. Unmoving. He couldn’t focus on anything else other than the illusions of color and mayhem on the screen.

“Donnie?” His head whipped around lightning fast at the sound of his name. His best friend was looking at him with a concerned expression and Donnie suddenly felt a little self conscious.

“Donnie? Are you okay? You kinda zoned out on me.” It was then that he noticed that the movie was paused and stuck on the face of Tim Curry in full makeup.

“I don’t know. Everything just got a lot really quick.” He focused his attention to the blanket draped across his legs as they sat in silence. No words were spoken between the pair as she stood up and grabbed his hand to gently pull him off the floor. While Donnie was confused, he still followed her to the stairs. They walked up, hand in hand, until they found themselves back in her bedroom but without all the blankets and pillows. She sat him down on the bed before she reached underneath and pulled out an old shoebox. Donnie furrowed his brows as he watched her pull the lid off, and he saw the contents.

A tiny tin box sat in the larger cardboard box, with a lighter and an ashtray. She picked up the tin box and took that lid off as well. Three little rolled up blunts awaited their eyes as she rummaged around to pull the other stuff out from the box.

“Won’t your parents be mad?” Donnie asked as she set everything up on the floor so as not to ruin her bed.

“They’re just happy I’m not knocked up right now. Besides, as long as I do it in the house it’s fine.” She replied, patting the spot next to her on the floor. Donnie cautiously slunk down off the bed and joined her.

“Have you ever smoked before?” He shook his head at her question.

“Okay so I’m gonna light it, then walk you through it. But in essence, just hold the smoke in your mouth. Don’t breathe too much in on your first go.” And with that, he watched as her hands moved to light the joint, and breathed in deeply. Thick white smoke blew out from her lips, and Donnie couldn’t help but be reminded of one of his drawing in that sense. She held the blunt out in her hands to the boy who gingerly took it in his hands. He tried to replicate what she had done, but ended up coughing up a storm as the smoke disappeared into thin air. She patted his back with a chuckle and tried to take the offending drug away but Donnie turned his body away and kept it. His second go around was a lot smoother, only coughing slightly as he exhaled. And that was only the beginning of the night for the duo.

“No but like why do pigs look like that?” She asked now laying down on her elbow on her bed, with Donnie in front of her on his back in the bed.

“Like domestic, or selective breeding or some shit.” He said but started to giggle halfway through. By the end of his sentence, Donnie was thrown into full blown laughter. She joined him soon enough and had her own laughs at his. After a few moments, they both died down until they were left in silence.

“Hey,” Donnie called only to receive a hum in return.

“Can we finish the movie now?” The boy let himself be dragged down the stairs yet again, towards the forgotten movie. The video started yet again but Donnie was started to focus on the movie less and less as time went on. His mind was filled with visions but not of destruction and mayhem. They were filled with her. He was confused; why would he be thinking about how soft her lips looked versus how soft they’d feel? Donnie didn’t feel an ounce of shame when she caught him staring, but instead loved the blush that came arch’s her face.

“What’s up, Donnie?” She asked, briefly turning back to the film. She couldn’t get over the way he stared at her. It freaked her out a little, but also made her feel warm and fuzzy.

“You’re pretty.” He stated simply, as if it was the most basic fact in the universe. She felt her cheeks heat up even more and hoped that the darkness was enough to hide it.

“Thanks Donnie.” Her quiet reply came. The boy shuffled closer to her and turned his focus back to the film. But his eyes were the only thing on the moving picture; his thoughts were still stuck on her.

“Would you go with any of the characters? Or cast? If you could, that is.” The question made her think for just a second. She moved even closer to the boy, and gently placed her head on his shoulder before she responded.

“Frank ‘N Furter for sure. Or Magenta. I like Columbia but I don’t know if I could do that voice twenty-four seven.” Donnie nodded at her choices.

“What about you? Who would you go with?” She asked, as they watch Frank ‘N Furter sneak into Brad’s room.

“Same. Although I might give Columbia a chance. They all seem like wackos. Maybe I’d fit in.” He said dismissively. She grabbed his hand but didn’t tear her eyes from the screen.

“You’re still my favorite wacko.” She admitted, and felt Donnie nuzzle his face into her hair. The pair of them said nothing for a few minutes, and simply basked in the silence. As the movie went on, both friends still felt the high in their systems as they laid on top of one another. Donnie kept his head turned to the side from where he laid on her chest. Her head was in the same position, but she switched between the film and Donnie whenever he let out a little giggle, or said something about the film.

“I’m not gay, but I’d gladly let Frank ‘N Furter take me out. He’s too pretty. Is he turning me gay? Wait, no. Cause I still like women. What does that make me? Bicycle? Bisectional? Bicentennial?” Donnie rambled on, causing her to start chuckling beneath his head.

“Bisexual?” She offered, but Donnie shook his head.

“No. Oh, now I remember. Biologist.” Her laughter couldn’t be contained anymore which caused Donnie’s head to come off her chest and looked at her with a quizzical look.

“Yes, Donnie. You’re a biologist because you like Frank and Magenta.” Donnie got a big, proud smile on his face and nodded.

“Yeah.” He said it so proudly and cutely that she couldn’t help but stroke his face. But when her hand to leave, Donnie pulled it back and nuzzled into it like a cat. When he opened his eyes again, their eyes locked and neither could look away.

“Do you like Frank and Magenta?” He asked, staring at her like this was the most important question of their lives.

“Yeah. ‘M just like you a little bit.” She said as she kept her hand on his cheek.

“Wanna go with me and be biologists together?” Her smile infected Donnie’s face who also started to genuinely smile down at her.

“I’d love to be a biologist with you.” Donnie nodded again, proud of himself, and settled back down on her chest. She knew he probably wouldn’t remember this interaction the next morning, but for right now, she was content to stay in their little bubble. Listening to the sweet voice of Tim Curry serenade the ending of the film.

[thecrxwclub]

Six of Crows as Psych Quotes

Nina, to Kaz: The plot, unlike your hair, continues to thicken.

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*talking to Jan Van Eck*

Jesper: *sneezes*

Kaz: Sorry, he’s allergic to rich white people.

—

Jesper, on the phone with Inej: Are you in my apartment?

Inej: Please, I haven’t snuck into your apartment in weeks. Which reminds me, you’re all out of peanut butter.

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Kaz: A lot of people want to kill me. I take great pride in that.

Jesper trying to sound smart while flirting with Wylan: You heard about Pluto? That’s messed up, right?

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Nina: Just because you put syrup on something don’t make it pancakes.

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Kaz: You’re acting like a child.

Jesper, stomping his foot: I am not acting!

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Jesper: They say I’ve been diagnosed with narcissistic personality disorder. But the truth is, this lustrous hair and dimpled chin are merely chapter one.

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Wylan: I don’t lose things. I place things somewhere that later elude me.

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Jesper: Well, much like Lady Gaga, I was born this way.

—

Nina: You need to stop acting like a child. People have sex and then they kill each other, that’s the real world. Not some magical feelings place.

—

Jesper: There are over 400 stars in our galaxy. Maybe more, no one knows for sure. Many have said that the universe is even larger than the Indian Ocean.

—

Nina: You’re mad.

Kaz: No, I’m not mad. I’m happy, I’m thrilled, I love looking like an idiot.

Nina: That explains your shoes.

—

Jesper: The victim was killed by 9 M&M’s.

Inej: That’s impossible.

Jesper: You’re right, that seems low. 9mm gun.

Inej: Oh.

—

Nina: Everyone stop what you’re doing and only pay attention to me.

—

Jesper: It’s a gift that I use on only rare occasions and practically all the time.

—

Jesper: Do you think it could be PTSD?

Matthias: I think it’s far more interesting than a mere menstral cycle.

—

Wylan: We’ve been injury-free since June, when Jesper broke his finger flipping the injury countdown calander.

—

Matthias: I’ve never been murdered before, it’s liberating! (i’m sorry for this, i couldn’t not)

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Kaz: First question, what is your name?

Inej: There is a murderer on the loose!

Kaz: That is not your name.

—

Wylan: I’ve seen it all.

Kaz: You’ve seen it all through the cracks of your fingers while you were hiding your eyes.

—

Kaz: You brought a date to the crime scene??

Nina, holding hands with Matthias: It was either this or ice skating.

—

Per Haskell: But know this, one stupid move, and I’ve got more than enough plastic bags for your body parts.

Kaz, turning to Inej: Note to self, call Hefty with a commercial idea.

—0

Matthias: You believe in karma, right?

Nina: Yes, but that’s only because we’re karma chameleons.

Inej: We come and go.

—

Nina: Kaz, it’s official. You’ve won bitchiest banana.

—

Jesper: Just call me the suck-stopper. No wait, don’t call me that.

—

Inej: Just so you know, if you go to prison I will not wait for you.

Kaz: You won’t have to, I’ll escape. We both know that.

—

Matthias: Remember, you treat a woman like a a person, then a princess, then a Greek goddess, and then a person again.

—

Kaz: Have you not listened to anything I’ve said?

Jesper: I certainly haven’t, but I didn’t think you’d notice.

—

Jesper, to the other crows: We get caught together, we face death together, it happens every week!

—

Van Eck at the beginning of SoC: I’m gonna ask you to be respectful here.

Kaz: I will politely decline.

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Wylan: What isn’t clear is why people always say ‘goes without saying’, yet still feel compelled to say the thing that was supposed to go without saying. Doesn’t that bother you?

—

Jesper: When it comes to mental focus, I’m sharper than a—

Kaz: *hands him a candy bar*

Jesper: Ooo thanks man I’m starved. When they say these things really satisfy they are not lying.

—

Matthias: I need to get something off my chest.

Nina: Is it your shirt? Please say yes.

—

Inej: Don’t say a word.

Jesper:

Jesper: Fergulous.

Inej: I said no words.

Jesper: Oh, I see how it works. Two weeks ago we’re playing scrabble it’s not a word, but now suddenly it is a word because it’s convenient for you.

—

Kaz: Do not go down there and start winging it! That’s not how we operate.

Jesper: Dude, where have you been for the last five years?

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Jesper: I can’t help but notice there are two graves here, and yet there are six of us.

Van Eck: Obviously, you will have to share.

Jesper: Yes but I think I speak for the party when I say who shared with who?

Matthias: I’m not going with Kaz.

Kaz: I think Inej and I should have our own grave.

Jesper: Excuse me, after all we’ve been through, I’ve earned the right to rest beside you just as much as Inej.

Nina: Alright, look, if nobody wants to take Jesper then Matthias and I will take him. Wylan, why don’t you go with those two?

Jesper: Man, I’m nobody’s charity case. I demand to dig my own grave.

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Baby Steps

Part 24/26

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Warnings - gets a lil spicy towards the end but nothing to nsfw.

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Milo slept soundly against your shoulder as you walked through the airport, you would have woken him but he hadn’t gotten a very good night’s sleep knowing he had to leave Carlos the next day. Thankfully, almost as soon as you walked out of baggage claim, Daniel spotted you and jogged over to take the weight of some of your luggage - pressing a kiss to the top of the sleeping toddler’s head.

“Hi.” He whispered. “Missed you.”

You pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Missed you too, baby. Stuck with me again now.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, love.” He hummed softly.

Although Dan had taken your heaviest bags, the weight of the Ferrari contract in your carry-on bag plagued your mind. You took a glance at Daniel, how were you supposed to tell him? When were you supposed to tell him?

“How was Maranello?” Driver brought your attention back into the moment as you carefully strapped Milo into his car seat.

“Really beautiful. Far too many tifosi there though, swarmed Carlos like vultures.” You grumbled. “I’m just glad to be back home with you.”

“That’s sweet. I’m so glad you’re back too… I was a little embarrassingly lonely without you.” The driver admitted. “I text like all of the other drivers asking for company.”

“Anyone free?”

“George.”

“Oh that’s nice, you should spend more time with him.” You hummed softly. “He’s a good friend to you.”

“Busy boys aren’t we?” He chuckled softly as he began the drive back to your home. “Ready to get back to work?”

“You know it.”

You knew it was impossible, but it just felt like everyone at the MTC was aware of your offer. Almost as soon as you stepped into the building, a hot drink was in your hand and everyone was happy to help ease your workload. Something was definitely off, even when your relationship with your colleagues was at its prime, it was never this good. It was almost like they were buttering you up for some bad news.

Instead, you decided to take matters into your own hands and corner Andreas after a strategy meeting, the team principal almost cowering at your presence as you approached.

“What is going on? Why are you all treading on egg shells around me?” You said, folding your arms across your chest. “I’m a big girl, I can take it.”

He sighed softly. “We might have to take you off of the pitwall. You’ll still be race engineer but-“

“But what?” You scowled. “The pitwall is the best place for me.”

“Bono sits in the garage and Lewis does fine.”

Your jaw tightened. “Give me a valid reason why, Andreas. I don’t understand what possible reason you could have for this bullshit.”

“It’s a media issue.”

“That’s not a valid reason.”

He groaned softly and pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “It’s not my call, but the press are still focusing more on your relationship than our race results and Zak isn’t happy.”

Andreas watched you intently and it was almost as if he could see the lightbulb above your head, something almost mischievous glistening in your eyes. The corner of your mouth tugged into a smirk and you leant back against the conference table a little.

“Only if I get to be back with Daniel.” You said, not daring to break eye contact with him.

“Y/n-“

“No, Andreas. I’m not compromising on this.”

The team principal chewed a little at the corner of his thumb, looking away from you. He mumbled something about making a phone call before dipping out of the room - leaving you alone with your thoughts. Thankfully not for long, the driver in question came into room with some lunch for you, a gentle smile on his face.

“Hi, love.” He smiled. “How you doing?”

“…undecided.” You hummed softly, pressing a kiss to his lips.

He raised a brow. “Talk to me.”

“So, you know how everyone’s being like extra nice to me today?”

He nodded.

“Well, Zak wants to take me off of the pitwall because apparently our relationship is still somehow too distracting.” You explained, pausing to hold your hand up as he opened his mouth to protest. “But, I’ve said the only way I would agree is if they let me work with you again.”

“…you’re a menace.” The driver chuckled, wrapping his arms around your medal. “And I love it.”

“I love being on the pitwall, it just makes the most sense for me but if I can’t then I want to be back with you at least, y’know? If not then… I’m not sure what’s really left for me here.”

Dan’s smile faded and his brows furrowed. “You don’t really think that, do you?”

You lowered your head and shrugged - you didn’t want to admit it out loud but McLaren just didn’t feel the same anymore. Sure, you’d fallen in love again, something you didn’t think would be possible, but everything else didn’t fit. You felt isolated from the rest of the team for the first time since Ben died and it broke your heart but you weren’t sure what to do, what to say because you couldn’t put your finger on why it wasn’t the same.

The driver tilted your chin up with the crook of his finger, his honey coloured eyes running over your face. “Baby, I had no idea you felt like this.”

“…I don’t like how they’re treating either of us. Even before we got together they’ve not been good to you.” Your voice cracked a little. “Lando always gets put ahead of you and you deserve to be treated with more respect than that.”

“I’ve not been on the podium this season, he has.”

“And they’ve continuously prioritised him before, during and after the race. No matter how hard I fight in strategy meetings they seem to think that having one driver at the front is better than having both up there.” You sighed softly, bringing your hand up to cup his jaw - brushing your thumb across the stubble on his skin. “You deserve to be treated like the fucking winner you are.”

“Baby.” He chuckled softly. “I love that you’re in my corner, it means so much to me.”

Here’s you’re opening. Use it. Tell him. Tell him about the contract.

But you didn’t, you simply smiled and kissed him softly. “Always.”

After several long, painful meetings, you found yourself sat in the garage at Spa but, thankfully, with the number 3 emblazoned on your kit and Milo sat on your lap. The rain was lashing down on the track - it was crazy to you that they were even considering racing in these conditions. Even the wets had slipped and slid around, Lando himself having a huge spin.

It made you feel sick. It wasn’t far different to the conditions that Ben had died in. You felt instantly more at ease when a pair of warm hands settled on your hips.

“You’re shaking, baby.” He whispered.

“…I’m so angry.” You groaned. “You shouldn’t be going out in these conditions. It’s dangerous and I-I can’t stand the idea of you getting hurt or worse, I-“

“Hey hey.” The driver turned you in your chair so you were looking up at him. “I’ll be fine. I’ll be careful, I swear.”

Milo whined softly and made grabby hands for the driver. “Very rainy.”

“It is, bud!” He laughed softly, “maybe after the race we can go jump in some puddles!”

You forced a smile but Daniel could practically see the nerves radiating off of you, he didn’t want to admit it but he was nervous too - especially after Lando’s spin. He wanted to make sure you were confident that he was going to be okay.

He did want to race, he’d qualified 4th, but when the stewards told them all to head out to track for a safety-car lap, he could see the colour drain from your face. “It’s under the safety car, I’ll drive as slow as I can, okay?”

“Make sure you talk to me, lots. Please.” You pleaded softly, pressing a kiss to his temple.

Thankfully, the race was red flagged almost as soon as it started - pretty much every driver complaining of the conditions and the spray making it impossible to see. You couldn’t have felt more relieved seeing Daniel get back out of the car.

“Good race.” You teased softly, smiling as the driver leant in to press a chaste kiss to your lips and then another to the top of Milo’s head. “The FIA don’t know what they’re going to do just yet so… just hanging around for a while.”

“Careful, y/n, this one has a tendency to put people in choke holds when he’s bored.” Michael laughed, shoving his friends shoulder. “How are you doing?”

“Glad he’s out of the car.” You admitted. “Do you two wanna get a bit of training done? Keep him warmed up?”

Michael’s lips curved up into a cheeky smirk. “I was thinking you could do that.”

“But I’m not…” then it clicked. “Michael. You can’t be serious.”

“I could watch the lil man, you could y’know…”

Dan snorted. “Are you really trying to get me laid right now? I know you’ve always been my wing man but this is a whole new level.”

“I wanna hang out with Mikey!” Milo giggled, not having a clue what was going on but Michael always gave him chocolate so he was more than eager to go with the other Australian.

“See?” Michael chuckled, lifting up the toddler. “You two kids have fun, okay? If they want Daniel back I’ll come find you.”

Before you could protest, Michael had practically jogged away with your son - leaving you and Daniel to exchange a look. The driver raised a playful brow before leaning down to whisper. “I’ll meet you in my drivers room in 10 minutes.”

As you snuck out of the garage you crossed paths with Binnoto, the team principal giving you a friendly nod - you didn’t want the Ferrari contract at the forefront of your brain so as soon as Daniel joined you in his room, you kissed him hard - the driver stumbling back against the door a little.

His warm hands found their way under your polo, pushing the fabric over your head before his lips were straight back on yours. He guided you back towards the sofa, trying not to step on each others feet as neither of you wanted to break the kiss.

You felt breathless as he roamed your body, you just couldn’t feel fully in the room with him. As good as it felt the twang of guilt that you’d not told him about your offer was still plaguing you. You wanted, needed, more from the driver to get your attention fully on him.

It was almost as if he got the hint because before you could even plead for anything, his head found purchase between your legs.

And if he ended up nearly missing the restart of the race? Definitely worth it.

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[cdyssey]

The Fall of the House of Usher (1.01 Reactions)

Starting this show because everything I’ve seen about Tamerlane Usher specifically convinced me that there was a new overworked cringefail girlflop out there for me to adopt like a feral, little kitten.

“If pain and suffering were like the kiss of Jesus, then he kissed the loving fuck out of my mother.” AKWJEJEJW

OH, the actor who plays teen Madeline was young Shirley in HOHH.

These poor kids are burying their mother in a wooden box. 😭 Also, Bruce Greenwood’s voice is so stately and complicated, churching and churning like gravel. His voiceover as he recites “For Annie” is perfect.

Lol, it’s not a Poe story if someone wasn’t buried alive.

The shadow of Eliza moving in the background behind Dupin aughdnehshs. The way the dialogue makes you pay attention to what’s behind him so you can’t miss that ghost.

“That day was the last day we were all in the same place.”

And then the text flashing two weeks later is effective too. Six people dead within two weeks.

I’m sorry. I can’t take madeline’s bangs seriously. QKQKWMDNWN what. why

obsessed with how hot all of the usher children are. I’m sure they’re all human cesspools and everything, but they’re sure serving cunt in the courtroom

really appreciate the gravitas carl lumbly is bringing to auggie—whether it’s his righteous rage in the trial or his various reactions to Roderick in the living room. In the latter especially, he gets to embody so many complicated emotions: his disgust at roderick, his horror at what happened to the usher family, his reluctant curiosity as roderick goes on and on…

“I don’t think it can be true. If it is true, it’s Perry.” AQokqqkoqsk. Henry Thomas is wonderful.

Oh, god yeah. Tamerlane Usher is gonna do it for me. Love when women are ambitious and horrible and definitely have intergenerational trauma that they repress under a paper thin veneer of being put together: “I don’t give a shit about the world. I care about what my dad thinks.”

“Fuck Blippi.”

T’Nia Miller. Audhehwngnrnwjjwjejw.

“We just have to keep it away from Perry or it’ll end up in some co-ed’s drink.” ALL of the siblings have bagged on Perry so far. This line is so eurgh, though. Says a lot about who Perry is before we meet him in earnest.

Usher being so casually queer is wonderful.

the sibling introductions are doing a nice job of shading their definitely fatal flaws, lol.

PLUTO!! love a good black cat

“Hannity knows which side his dick is buttered on. He’ll be friendly.” GOD WKWNENSNSKN

“I want you to start with Perry obviously, but I don’t think he’s clever enough to keep it off TikTok.” AAfjwkwoama

Kate Siegel can murder me. Love the white hair.

The difference between present day Madeline and Roderick and their teenage counterparts is stark. They were jaded, yes, but they weren’t cold and callous, neglectful and disdaining.

“Freddie, marrying this woman might be the one thing you didn’t fuck up.” MAN WOQMWNWNDJJSNSSKA

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Freddie.”

Love the whole toxic family being together. <3

“Neutralized. Like dead.” WLQLQLQLQKDJNDNS. GOD

“I’ll have to sue the bloody puddle of gore in the designer shoes.” slay

“To the rest of you, happy hunting.” Fascinating and horrifying. The way the Ushers are so insular—they’re expected to defend the family, the company, with their lives, but Roderick also sees no problem with turning them against each other. Before they’re ever killed, they’re already cannibalizing themselves.

Roderick claims responsibility for all of the children’s deaths.

Carla Gugino is so hot aufhwikqlwkwkakwkw.

good on usher for playing with the incestuous vibes of the original story with Maddie and Rod. Fun and fucked up.

Madeline wearing sunglasses to the funeral is soooo Alqkqkwsmakma.

OH THE GHOSTS OF ALL SIX. SO FUCKED UP. AUOUGHDNDJS. AND THE LINE BEINg, “… the sweeping precipitancy of a fall from such a height.” YEAH

Lenore reaching out to place a hand on Roderick. 😭 also, bruce is so good in this. His agony as he looks upon all those condemning bodies and wounds is chilling

THAT FUCKING JESTER JUMPSCARE WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK. GOD

yeah okay. I’m into this show QKQMQKQKKSN