#am I too cheesy 😂

[dangerandbeauty]

“But this girl, when they took her… I would have done anything to see her smirking again.”

I like to imagine Darrow gave Mustang all the haemanthus flowers after realizing his love for her, because as he said, the flower is a representation of his heart ♥️

[embrosegraves]

ℝ𝕖𝕕 𝔹𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝔾𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕤

Oscar Piastri x Horner!Reader Mid-year break brings a lot of strong emotions, but there's only one thing that could make them even more intense...

Warnings: as per usual :P

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August Break

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oscarpiastri Week 1 of break: much needed

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user5425 please don't cut your hair, my mental health depends on it

user5227 I swear I've seen that shirt before....

danielricciardo The real question is who's face is on your cup?? -> oscarpiastri the missus 🥰 -> danielricciardo ahh I see 👀😏

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Yn_priv Summer break week 2: Mine <3

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DefinitelyNotTripod Let me guess, you're telling everyone it's just 'cardio' right? -> Yn_priv Shhhh 🤫👀

RiccyBobby How could you do this to me? I thought we had something special Osc 😭😭 -> OscahhPriv ......I can explain? -> Yn_priv looks like boobies triumph over a cheesy grin Danny 🤭

christianhorner I fear, as your parent and your boss, that I shouldn't be witnessing this. -> Yn_priv Look away then??

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redbullracing And with that, the 2024 summer break comes to an end, but look at what Max and Oscar got up to during break!

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redbullracing Admin has words she'd like to use but can't 🫠🫠 oh the woes of being an employed baddy

user5318 Admin has returned from sickness! Celebrations are a must!! -> user 7642 who cares about the boys, Admin is back and she's better than ever

OscarPiastri Nice to have the regularly scheduled Admin back. -> maxverstappen1 now there's actually some flavour to the social media posts -> redbullracing Feels good to be back 😎💅

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redbullracing I just know this tracks HATES to see us coming.. IT'S RACE WEEK WOO!

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redbullracing And all is well in the world 😌😌

user1538 Race week race week race week race week -> redbullracing race week race week race week race week

user4837 Pookie Admin is back, summer break is done, it DutchGP week.. life is worth living again

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oscarpiastri A reminder for the person who tried to text and get with my girlfriend (you know who you are): She's mine. And I don't share.

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oscarpiastri 6th pic is the most recent just fyi.

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oscarpiastri The ideal result for the weekend 🏆 P.s. Sorry for winning your home race maxverstappen1. I had a statement to make.

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oscarpiastri P.p.s. Hope you weren't too mad about p11 👀 -> yn.horner I love it when you subtweet. Subtweet? Subcomment? whatever you know what I mean..

maxverstappen1 I won your home race earlier, we're even now 😂

maxverstappen1 Congrats on your win mate 🥇🏆

yn.horner You told me you were gonna hard launch on main, and yet here I am, still surprised you hard launched on main -> yn.horner Love you so so much Race Winner 😉❤️ -> oscarpiastri Love you more pretty girl ❤️❤️

danielricciardo Times like this and I'm reminded of my own racing days. -> oscarpiastri "Talk shit about me again and see what happens" right? -> danielricciardo Got it in one

*wipes dust off the mic* Heyy.... How's everyone doing??? I've returned from war the unexpected but surprising needed hiatus...

I'll make a separate post explaining as best I can but just know that I missed you all! oh and please forgive my subpar editing 😭😭 I'm too poor to pay for photoshop so I have to use microsoft paint lmaooo

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[chamiryokuroi]

Tim has been practicing his baking since pride and he can now proudly show off his skills to Bernard 🤭

Ok but what if I tell you I am kinda embarrassed to share this because it is way too fucking cheesy for me lmao 😂 anyways take this very late Valentine’s timber piece

[myslutwritings]

Hi, i was wondering how the uppermoons react to the reader aka the love of their life crying herself to sleep after a huge argument, like they walk into their shared bedroom to find the reader laying on the bed with tear stained cheeks flushed face mouth slightly open, i know i know it's way too angst-y but i love being comforted when i cry and i am a cry baby so... Pretty please🥺

wowie😂 y’all seem to dig the crybaby reader headcanons so here’s some angst my lovelies!!

➤ Uppermoons comforting reader after an argument.

pairing/featuring: crybaby!reader x the three uppermoons! content warning: lots of angst, douma has emotions, OOC!uppermoons, semi-nsfw, smaller reader, size difference, crybaby!reader.

— note: sorry if this comes off as cheesy! this is pure fluff headcanons for those who are sad and find comfort in our three lovely demons! so i wanted to go all out😅 so the uppermoons aren’t going to be THAT in character. [not proof read btw]

KOKUSHIBO <3

Kokushibo (the uppermoon one) and you got into one extremely heated and serious argument that day..

Is argument even the right word at this rate? more like a fight.

Like so bad you guys were screaming at each other the same way toxic parents who weren’t ever in love would fight. 🥲

The fight was so severe to the point where kokushibo just upped and left you alone for hours. He didn’t desire to fight that night and was exhausted from your constant screaming.

However..

Returns later that night to apologize since the fight was his fault only to find you crying in y’all’s shared bedroom..

Gods.. what has he done?!

Okay now he feels even worse. this is going to be troublesome considering he already has a hard time being intimate and expressing his feelings.

After all, koku here is very avoidant. but he’s not trying to be.

You immediately stop crying once you feel his presence. How long has he been standing there?

you want to tell to go away

you want to tell him you hate him (you don’t)

you want to say you love him

you want to say so many things

But nothing comes out.. you just can’t speak properly due to the utter anguish you’re in over the fight..

you’ve always been the biggest crybaby, a sensitive soul.

Kokushibo has always reassured you that he loved that about you. as if you’re the purest and most beautiful flower. an angel sent from the gods themselves.

Finally, you muster up the courage to speak

But right before you blurt out anything Kokushibo gathers you up on his arms and cradles you on his lap.

The gesture makes you eyes water more and you just end up sobbing into his shoulder muttering: “i’m sorry” over and over again.

some phrases you’ll hear from Kokushibo while crying are;

“i’m deeply sorry, my love. my intention was to never make you shed this many tears. That’s the last thing i want to do..”

“Please, no more tears, my dearest petal. I can’t stand witnessing you in such a state of misery. I’m so sorry for leaving you alone.. it’s my fault and i should’ve tried to communicate with you instead of leaving you alone like that.. you’re my one and only and i’ll never do something this foolish ever again.”

Koku isn’t the very best at communication nor is he the talking type but when it comes to you he’ll go out of his way to talk to you all night long until you feel better! <3

The both of you end up cuddling all night.

He plays with your soft hair and keeps an eye on you as you rest.

Even if you fall sleep he still won’t leave. He’s going to hold you in his protective embrace while you sleep me until you wake.

DOUMA <3

Oh my! his poor sweet lotus crying to themselves after an argument? now, this won’t stand..

Now let’s skip the part where he feels emotions for you.

Anyway-

Douma is not really an argumentative kind of guy..

i mean, sure, he’ll joke around with lord-akaza but that’s all for great fun! :D

And lets not forget the numerous times muzan has chastised him or when he had to listen to his long-rants about how worthless he and his superiors are for not being able to seek out the blue spider lily.

So, when you two break out into an argument.. he doesn’t yell back. he kinda disregards your feelings and accuses you of being silly and just teases you for it.

I mean, you are being over-dramatic, right?

Honestly, he’s not used to it when you yell and break down afterwards..

Douma’s never seen you so upset before! :(

Okay, he may know how to ‘comfort’ people but we all know that’s a façade.

Deadass doesn’t know what to do. it’s different because with you he actually cares (more than you know.)

Is torn between giving you space and just forcing you into his embrace and babying you until you stop crying like how he does with his disciples.

Douma is clingy. he’s always been very clingy and touchy. this rainbow-eyed man is glued to you 24/7. 🥹

As predicted, his clingyness gets the better of him and he follows you like a lost puppy once you runaway in tears.

He didn’t mean for this to happen nor to make you so upset.

You’re crying on your futon and he stands there for a good second witnessing you in distress. he’s still feeling hesitant.

He isn’t used to these emotions bubbling up into his gut right now.. and doesn’t like it one bit! he needs it to vanish as fast as possible.

Douma ignores your protests while he gathers you up into his strong arms and lays you across his lap bridal-style.

Kisses your tears away and gives you love bites since he has a habit of doing that. usually it makes you giggle when he does that but this time you only recoil from his touch.

“Aw, don’t pull away from me!”

**cue the pouting**

Douma will legitimately comfort you this time instead of putting on that act he does with his followers.

Some phrases you’ll hear from douma are:

“Hush now, my darling! it’ll be okay! i- i didn’t mean to upset you, honest! i can’t let you go.. i can’t leave you alone when you’re crying like this..”

“Hey, hey! shh.. it’s okay sweetie! i’m here for you! let’s wipe those tears off your pretty face, hm? oh, you’re beautiful no matter what even if you’re crying but i would much rather you smile for me! can you do that for me, dear?~”

“I love you so much, [name]! I promise i didn’t mean to make you upset.. it won’t happen again! please just try to communicate with me more so we won’t fight like this again!Of course i’ll do the same in return.. these emotions i felt today were something i never want to experience gain!”

Much like kokushibo. Douma isn’t the best communicator either.

Sure, the man may be a yapping machine but it takes him a hot minute to realize his wrong-doings and talk it out with you!

By the way he’ll probably tease you after this night so be prepared.

Probably would initiate sex to make you relax since you’re so damn tense but will understand if you decline. 

AKAZA <3

Good lord, he’s the MOST emotional and sympathetic out of everyone.

Akaza tends to yell a lot, he suffers from anger issues and can be passive aggressive so it’s quite easy to get him riled up.

This fight in particular was worse than usual.

Like wayyyy worse.

Akaza actually hates, hates, HATES, HATES, fighting with you.

So he’s on the verge of tears himself and angry with himself for being so weak to argue with you back instead of being the bigger and stronger person in this situation.

More importantly, he made you cry, he’s most disappointed in himself for that.

Akaza isn’t too clingy, on very rare occasions he is though.

Akaza has attachmemt issues but doesn’t show it that often (that’s my headcanon for him)

So bro’s attachment issues are literally SPIRALING in this moment.

Calls out for you when you runaway but you don’t turn back and that’s what he knows he’s fucked up.

Will do ANYTHING to make you forgive him and to stop crying.

Wants to respect you but he knows he’ll go apeshit if he leaves you alone so he takes a hot minute before running after you.

He’ll knock on your door. f you don’t answer he’ll just waltz right in like he owns the place.

Starts yapping as soon as the door swings open.

Poor thing, he’s flipping out. 😭

“Baby!! please don’t cry!! shit.. i’m sorry!”

You look at him

Is he.. tearing up?

You feel guilty for overwhelming him but you’re also still mad at him.. you can’t bring yourself to apply him with the reassurance and comfort he craves in that moment even though you want to..

Akaza will get more needy if you ignore him and crawl into bed with you to spoon you from behind. His hands swiftly snake around your waist and you feel your back flush against his bare chest as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

He’s mumbling “i’m sorry, pretty girl..” under his shuddering breath.

He is NOT letting you go until morning.

Akaza will pepper feather-like kisses upon your neck from behind and squeeze your waist while whispering comforting words into your ear.

He’s really not letting you go until you forgive him. 😞

Phrases you’ll hear from Akaza after an argument:

“Come here, honey.. i’m really sorry. believe me, i didn’t mean anything i said. i was a damn idiot!”

“Sweetheart, i love you so so much it hurts.. you mean the fucking world to me! i would kill for you, i would even die for you.. you bring out this special part of me in which i feel like myself.. only YOU have the power to do that. i would never leave you or let anything bad happen to you, honest!”

He embraces you and will probably end up turning you around so you can face him.

he appreciates it when you look into his eyes when he’s talking to you about something important.

You making eye-contact with him sends him onto cloud nine 😩

Akaza just wants to see your pretty face! 💗💗

Even if you take your time forgiving Akaza he will understand and never love you any less.

[gomooink]

something gushy maybe a little mushy! the majority the standees i make are more suggestive and spicy so i wanted to do something more uhhh cheesy, possibly cutesy even. something more for a general audience while also appealing to me specifically 😂

i’ve always been a big fan of superheroes wearing their super suits under their civilian wear, particularly when you can catch a little peak of it 👀

it’s my favorite thing ever so i wanted to draw it!

ive been sitting in this idea for a standee for a little while 😭 like two-ish years? but unfortunately my hands can only get to so much at once—but better late than never :,)

but i’ve been playing with the ideal also of like, matching merch sets because i think that’s hella cute so i am now manifesting that for myself 😂 i’m glad you guys seem to like the idea too going based off preorders! 🥰

if you haven’t already, you can grab a set of your own on my shop! preorder now, ships in april! lincoln bio etc etc come get your miguel o’hara fix~

gomooink.bigcartel.com

[coochellati]

Hi! Could you share some favorite Bruno headcanons? Love your blog ❤️

Aweee, thank you so much!! ❤️

Of course!! Here’s a list!! :)

My Favorite Bruno Headcanons!!

He’s got a tan line on his chest from his suit! Lingerie!Bruno also has tan lines from the lace. 😭

Bruno takes pride in his grooming habits. He’s got a whole skincare routine that gives him the softest, glowiest skin that radiates this godlike, ethereal aura. 

He smells like freshly-washed sheets and nice cologne. The cologne he wears is softer on the nose—contains notes of vanilla and lavender. (I imagine his cologne smells like Le Male Le Parfum. If you haven’t smelled it—you need to.)

His zipper charms jingle when he walks.

The place he lives is covered in his signature print. His bedspread? It’s that upside-down pull tab pattern. Towels? Absolutely. His walls??? Covered in wallpapers with his print. 

As much as he enjoys taking you out on dates, he prefers nights in at his place. Staying in is much more intimate—the two of you can hold each other close while sipping on some nice wine and enjoying each others’ favorite media.

Speaking of which, Bruno loves sharing his favorite media with you.  Whether it be listening to the music of Miles Davis or cuddling up to Il Postino, he’s honored that you take interest in his favorite things. And of course, he loves hearing about it the things you like. It warms his heart when he watches you get all excited and happy as you infodump. 

He’s a romantic lover, but not a cheesy one. His acts of love are genuine—he’d do anything just to see your beautiful smile.

It’s stated he enjoys Miles Davis, so it’s evident he enjoys Jazz Fusion. I believe he’s also into prog rock and classical. He has a nice vinyl collection.

Bruno is pretty knowledgeable when it comes to wine. He appreciates the art of it and enjoys wine tasting.

Bruno doesn’t drink a ton of wine—a glass with dinner is usually the extent of it. He likes to keep his mind clear and sharp in case a situation arises, prepared for anything. He doesn’t use any substances other than alcohol. (As much as I like the idea of taking bong rips with Bruno, we all know it wouldn’t happen. MAN I wish it would though.) If he were to get drunk, it would take him about 4 drinks.

In a world where nobody died, Bruno was promoted to Underboss after Giorno took over.

Bruno takes a lot after his dad; he’s got that protector complex. Children pick up and model behavior from their parents. His dad wanted to protect his family from the cruelties of the world, so it’s no doubt he would feel the need to protect you too. He’ll sacrifice his whole self just to keep you safe. (I go into a lot of detail about this in this post.)

He has a fuck ton of money (he is underboss, after all), but he’s still a reasonable spender. Growing up poor, he likely inherited some of his parents’ spending habits. It’s not that he won’t get nice things for himself every once in a while (nothing too egregious,)—I just don’t believe he’d buy himself a mansion.

…you did ask for a list of favorites, and my favorites happen to include some NSFW ones. They’re under the cut ;)

Bruno Bucciarati isn’t shy with his tongue. He loves oral sex—and he’s damn good at it, too. (all that sweat-licking has given him practice 😂) Tasting you is his biggest turn-on to him—it’s as if he’s tasting your arousal.

He’s a switch, able to play the role of a tormenting dom, or a discomposed sub.

Dom!Bruno revels the power in-balance between the two of you. He’s a highly ranked member of Passione, for one. He wants to make sure you know your place—maybe he’ll make you call him by his last name instead of Bruno as a way to “respect” him, giving you an even greater sense of subordinancy. He also happens to be the wielder of Sticky Fingers, which, come on—he definitely uses his ability in the bedroom. Sticky Fingers is the best stand for sex. (And I am willing to bet money on that.) His ability can be used to separate things, attach you to things, dismantle your body, etc, etc, etc…. You can get incredibly creative with those zippers. And come on, he tortures people. No doubt he’ll wanna carry some of that freaky attitude into the bedroom with him.

Bruno is always in control of everything, so relinquishing his authority and letting someone else take control can be an incredibly freeing sensation. Sub!Bruno becomes intoxicatingly high off your touch, slowly unraveling until he’s a complete mess, having lost all sense of composure.

[stylespresleyhearted]

POV: AUSTIN BUTLER IS IN LOVE

(AND DOESN’T CARE WHO KNOWS IT)

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enews Love is in the air! Austin Butler and his girlfriend shared the sweetest reunion outside the airport 😭 more photos at the link in bio

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fan34 omg i am so freaking jealous

user12 GOD HAS FAVORITES AND IT AINT ME

butlerfan It feels so good to see him be publicly in love and not hide it anymore

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austinbutler Happy day 🎂❤️

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fan13 LMAO THE OFFICE MEME RETURNS

tchalamet happy birthday gee! @yourinstagram

zendaya 27 has never looked better queen 💕

ashleytisdale I’m telling Jupiter LOL! Happiest birthday to you @yourinstagram you are a blessing in our lives 🥰🥰

ashleybee HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY 💘💘💘

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yourinstagram 💋 smooches for @austinbutler

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glenpowell Austin Butler is one lucky lucky man

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user13 this gets cuter when you realize she was actually kissing him through the glass 😭❤️

oliviadejonge absolute stunner 🥀

austinbutler Get over here right now

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enews Austin Butler and girlfriend spotted sharing a few cuddles and kisses while on a date! We all know how much they love their smooches 😚

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user21 one hand on her back, other in her pocket this man knows he’s fine

fan13 IM SO FUCKIN LONELY 😩

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austinbutler sweatin’ because my date is so hot

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ashleybee HAHA the caption 😂😂

yourinstagram lol u cheesy man 🫶🏻 ily

anthonyboyle He was probably so proud with it too 😂

keoghan ace mateeee 😌

ayoedibiri this is my favorite post you have ever posted

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austinbutler Took over lighting production during a visit on set and she killed it !!

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florencepugh I’m so mad you didn’t bring her on the Dune set

yourinstagram WHAT DO YOU MEAN I WAS THERE EVERY WEEKEND

florencepugh not enough. i needed you there every day.

yourinstagram Michael Mann said the job is mine 🤩

user13 y/n getting a job on the heat 2 set iktr!!!

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austinbutler I want to do with you what spring does to cherry tress - Pablo Neruda

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fan23 … is everyone else also transfixed on her awesome boobs or am i a perv ?

oliviadejonge gorgeous girl

tomholland2013 aren’t we lucky boys mate?

ashleytisdale 😍😍😍

ayoedibiri she’s got you quoting pablo neruda and i completely understand why

yourinstagram if your boyfriend isn’t also your photographer break up with him

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austinbutler 🕶️

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zendaya the coolest to ever do it

keoghan92 sickkkk

rileykeough Austin we’re gonna need you to release a book of all the photos you have of this gorgeous girl 🌚

ashleybee Her job is Cool Barbie

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yourinstagram was my turn to snap a photo of this handsome guy who makes me the happiest i have ever been ♥️♾️ ‘love could be labeled poison and we’d drink it anyway’

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austinbutler oh no

yourinstagram taste of your own medicine mister lol

keoghan92 my teeth can’t handle the sweetness

florencepugh not one bad photo of either of you exists

ashleybee Having a big sister moment because he’s winked the same since he was like 5

yourinstagram can we look at baby pictures again 🥹

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No disrespect intended to Austin’s current relationship, I respect their privacy but also I really wish Austin would post his gf, talk about her, all that good stuff I GET WHY HE DOESN’T 😭

also using Sydney Sweeney as a FC because I’m currently obsessed with her she’s awesome?? Brilliant ??? She is everything. Also I may have an idea for part 2 but it would be nsfw concerning leaked nudes and such but would anyone be interested in that? Lemme know! As always feel free to come chat 💬

[cyanocophrenic]

What's your dream scenario where practically every star has aligned to create exactly what you want to happen?

It's hard to pick just one, right? And even in just the last few days, I've had a couple of folks come thru and broaden my horizons more than a little, so these things remain ever in flux.

But I can share the one that's been haunting the deepest reaches of my mortal soul (it's a drama queen) for the last little while, but disclaimer: it's pretty cheesy, and not terribly exciting 😅

I can't stop thinking about what it would be like to just get to exist, day-to-day, as a berrygirl*.

I've had to do a lot of growing up in the last year, and the idea of getting to just... wear my truth on the outside... I want it, I crave it, I need it.

I want to take the berrygirl HRT, chew the gum, gorge on the fruit, drink the juice, whatever whatever whatever. I want to take some kind of Hormonal Girth Control (the puns must flow) that stabilizes my juices, and keeps them from being contagious (unless I've got a partner who wants me to go off that for whatever reason... 😳).

I want to wake up blue in the morning, look at myself in the mirror, and decide how big I want to be that day. Do I want to walk, waddle, rock, or be rolled? Do I need to get hooked up to my personal juicing machine, or do I need to get my juices flowing?

I want a closet full of clothes for a berry! I want outfits for myself at every size, things that look cute, or hot, or are even just practical. I can't imagine why a berry would need steel-toe boots, but my inner butch wants a pair to go with an excessively baggy boilersuit.

I want fashion for berries! I want clothes that compliment berry bodies from the girls who just want a chemical bbl to the girls who want that bloated, half-filled pear shape, to the girls who roll! I want stupidly expensive designer jeans meant to be worn with the fly wide open, cuz damn she's just too juicy~ I want dresses that can only cover so much, I want skirts that amount to just being wide belts... for some reason, I need a crop top that says "warning: contents under pressure". Thanks to drinkapus over on deviantart/bluesky, I also want some stupidly large white cotton undies. I want berry lingerie, and I want it to be so ridiculous, just oceans of cheap lace and spaghetti straps.

I want to just Be. I want friends who don't bat an eyelash at my strange wants and needs, at my most core self. I want a world I can move through as myself: large, blue, and unhindered (unhindered, by like, society. I can be a little hindered by my body, as a treat). Except maybe at the TSA lol some weird part of me loves the idea of the drama of having to juice way down to fly somewhere, and like... idk, ignore this part.

I want to be able to get on grindr and post pics of my tight, blue circumference and be desired, weird dick pics from faceless dudes and all. I want to go flirt in lesbian bars and be teased with popping talk! I want to be wanted for what I am when I'm my most fundamental self.

When I was little, I used to pray that I'd wake up and pokemon would have become real overnight (apparently, many trans women were praying to become girls? my priorities have clearly never been straight).

Now I just yearn for whatever heavenly realignment would allow me to be loved for who I really am... what I really am. The stars would literally have to rearrange themselves for that to happen. Hope that's an okay answer. Thank you for asking!

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*(authors note: I, personally, need to find a term that uses 'woman' or something similar... the 'girl' suffix is totally fine, and I truly do feel the appeal! but, if i ever was a girl... i'm a woman now.

BILF? Does that scan? Does the concept even translate 😂

tbh if i really got to be extra, it would be BYLP: Berry You'd Like to Pop... but i think that's stretching the form a little too far. ironic that i'm worrying about stretching something too far, i know)

[writerblue275]

How Heartsteel would act when they are tipsy. (18+)

Let me say this right off the bat: PLEASE DRINK RESPONSIBLY (AND ONLY IF YOU’RE OF LEGAL AGE TO BE DRINKING). BE KIND TO YOUR LIVERS AND FOLLOW LAWS Y’ALL.

(Seriously drinking too much is not fun. Either while you’re drinking, or the day after. I once learned the hard way in college that I become extremely emotional if I have a bit much and it’s just straight up not a good time. I still drink, but very occasionally and not much.)

Inspiration: Now all that being said……I’d love to have a drink or two with the Heartsteel members. I think that would be so fun!

Champions: Heartsteel

Genre: Headcanon

Type: Fluff (I’m still saying this is 18+ only. I’m American so technically the legal drinking age where I am is 21, but I know for a lot of places around the world the legal age to drink is 18.)

Gender: Gender Neutral Reader

TW: We’re talking about alcohol use in this one. Mention of a drinking game or two. Mention of sobriety. Swearing.

Aphelios

If you want a calm, chill, but still fun night, Aphelios is the guy to drink with. 100/10 vibes and I’m all here for it.

This is when he’d use more sign language to communicate. (I’m imagining tipsy Phel signing incredibly cheesy pick up lines to his partner and I’m OBSESSED.)

And you know how words can start to slur when people get tipsy? That concept maybe translates into his sign language juuuuust a little bit. Maybe a slightly sloppy sign here or there. But you know him well enough that you know what he’s trying to say.

And while he’s not super touchy, when he’s tipsy, he’s definitely staying connected to you somehow.

Either through linked hands/pinkies, an arm around you, or just some other way of him keeping connected to you.

You two turn into the parent couple a little bit, making sure everyone, including yourselves, is staying safe and hydrated. Aphelios might be mischievous and like pranks, but he knows when it’s time to be more serious, and keeping everyone safe when alcohol is involved is definitely a time to be more serious. (Surprise surprise, you might have thought Yone would be the parent but he’s already the band mom sober. The man needs a break. Out of the other members, I actually think Phel could wrangle people pretty well.)

Ezreal

Ezreal would be such a fun person to drink with just in general, but especially as your S/O. He’s energetic, fun, generally positive. In my experience, those people make for enjoyable beverage buddies (alcoholic or not). He’s the life of any party (#1).

He’s also a lightweight. Absolutely no question in my mind. He’s not a large man by any means. (I love this teeny pop prince.)

It doesn’t matter if the two of you have been together for years, once he’s tipsy, he’s pulling out all his best (read: cheesy as fuck) pick up lines and using them on you.

“Hey, my name is Microsoft. Can I crash at your place tonight?” “Ez, we’ve been dating for over a year.” “Yes we have. And? Can I not flirt with my own partner?” “…Ok that’s very sweet, please continue.” (He always manages to make you blush and make it feel like the first time you met him.)

Only uses them on you though. As flirty as Ez can be, this green bean is LOYAL to you. Only you get his flirty side. Anyone else tries flirting with him and they get some truly bombastic side eye.

Otherwise Ezreal’s just really fun to chat with or play drinking games with. The absolute best beer pong partner. There’s no one more accurate. And unless you’re sitting out a round, he’ll always ask you to be his #2. It doesn’t matter how good or bad you are. When you do sit out and he plays, there’s always an argument about who gets to be his partner. The next best player is Sett, who is also very good, so there’s a house rule that the two of them can’t be on a team together 😂.

Kayn

I was struggling to figure out how to describe Kayn while drinking, and now I realize why I was struggling so very much…

Plot twist: Kayn is sober. (Shoutout to anyone on a sobriety journey, for whatever reason. I have so much respect for you. Our society loves to glorify alcohol and drinking culture, so for those who actively choose to go against that, props to you.)

I genuinely don’t think he drinks at all. Maybe he did in the past but he doesn’t currently. Rock stars historically haven’t always had the best relationship with substances. This could be one of those situations where he realized he didn’t like who he was when he drank.

Kayn is self-aware enough to know he’s already fairly impulsive and a little wild while sober. Alcohol added to that mix wasn’t helping anything. So he stopped and surrounded himself with a network of people that fully support his decision (that ofc includes you and the other Heartsteel members).

Now all of that being said, Kayn still likes to enjoy himself. He’s a fan of fancy beverages, even if they’re non-alcoholic, so he’s always getting a mocktail or a non-alcoholic beer (I’m really glad to see bartenders/companies starting to include NA options. Listen, sometimes I just want to feel fancy and sip a fun beverage that doesn’t have alcohol in it). Having something to sip on makes Kayn feel involved even if he’s the only one in a group that doesn’t have an alcoholic beverage.

Now even though he doesn’t drink, don’t think he’s a spoilsport. Even without alcohol he is a very fun person to be around, so when you’re out with him you’ll still have a great night filled with some shenanigans, fun talks, and laughter.

K’Sante

I’m not kidding when I say I want to have a drink with Heartsteel K’Sante so badly and I’m genuinely a little sad I cannot. I want to pick his brain. I’ve said it before but I get great vibes from him. To me, it’s very easy to see why he’s one of the co-leaders of Heartsteel.

Absolutely gets philosophical/goes into deep conversations when he drinks and those people are SO FUN TO BE AROUND. A perfect companion for someone who might be a little more introverted since he’d be focused only on you and he’d maybe take you somewhere a little quieter so you can hear each other.

I feel like it’s very easy to lose track of time when you’re talking with K’Sante. Like you look down at your phone/watch and an hour has passed just like that while the two of you chat and sip on your drinks.

These deep conversations can be about anything too. Maybe about literature that you’ve both read, dissecting their music with a close eye, discussing the meaning of life, or even him listening to you discuss your problems and offering you advice if you want it.

And even if the topics of discussion are deep, K’Sante is still making things light hearted. He never wants to cause you to not enjoy your evening.

In between discussions of deeper topics, he’s cracking some jokes or telling you funny stories about himself, his family, or the other members of Heartsteel. Whatever is being discussed, the overall vibe with K’Sante is very safe and fun. When you have a drink with him, settle in and enjoy a fun night talking about anything and everything.

Sett

Oh my god Sett would be so fun to have a drink with. He absolutely gives off “life of the party” vibes (#2) and I absolutely love that for everyone around him. Hell he gives off those vibes without alcohol.

This is going to be so damn specific: Sett gives me slight frat bro vibes BUT IN THE VERY BEST WAY!! (I SWEAR I mean this as a compliment!)

When I was in university/undergrad, I was in a sorority. (Hehe surprise! I’m definitely not the stereotypical sorority girl.) Because of this I am familiar with fraternities and frat bros. While generally I don’t have a high opinion of them, there was one frat on campus that was actually awesome. Their guys were safe/fun to be around, respectful, and kind (a lot of them were athletes so they knew they better behave if they wanted to stay on their teams).

THAT is the kind of frat bro vibe I get from Heartsteel Sett. Ma raised him fucking right. He has manners and is incredibly respectful to those around him always. (Unless they give him reason not to be but that’s a whole different thing.)

And just like Ez, his flirty side is totally coming out, but again, only with you. I can’t imagine Sett ever being unfaithful in a relationship. Ma raised him far better then that.

And if you’re out with him and getting unwanted attention, he’s definitely sticking up for you, whether or not you’re dating him. Hell even if you’re a stranger, he’s the type to pretend to be your boyfriend/brother/friend to get you out of a situation. Just overall a 100/10 man to be around. You’ll definitely have a blast with him!

Yone (Yes his is long but listen, I have thoughts!)

This man. This man is my dark horse. There are two possible ways I see Yone acting when tipsy. 1. Completely fucking normal and alcohol doesn’t affect him like at all. 2. Turns him into a clingy koala man who is a lightweight.

Clingy koala man is far more entertaining so THAT’S WHAT WE’RE GOING WITH. I feel like it doesn’t take much for him to feel it. Part of that is, Yone wouldn’t drink that much to begin with. Maybe a glass of wine on a dinner date with you, or the occasional drink at a party, but otherwise it’s not his thing.

All this to say, when he does have something, he definitely feels it. And that’s when he’ll be glued to your side. Now obviously if you’re in public, he’s not going to be wrapped around you, but even then, he’ll link arms to walk with you, keep his hand on the small of your back, or even link pinkies with you.

Now if you two are alone? And you’re not going anywhere for the evening? Oh all bets are off. You better do everything you need to do before sitting down with him, because once you do, he’s pulling you into his lap and that is going to be your spot for the foreseeable future. (It’s like the unspoken pet rule: “if a pet is on you, you’re not allowed to move until they do” but in reverse. As long as Yone is cuddling you, you’re not allowed to move. [Like of course you’re allowed to move, especially if you need to go to the bathroom or get more comfortable. He’s not an asshole. But he just really loves holding you.])

You’re already the only person besides Heartsteel’s hair stylist Yone lets touch his hair, but when he’s tipsy? He practically leans his head into your touch until you play with his hair, sighing happily as you do. He especially loves when you braid it. (God damn I want to braid his hair so badly.)

Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed! I was discussing with my friends which fictional characters we’d like to have a drink with and that’s where this idea really stemmed from. Random, but fun to think about! 💙

(Also this is just a small reminder that my requests are currently open. If you have specific ideas, send them through my asks! Just check the rules post [linked on my masterlist] first!)

[pedropascalsx]

Dabble request: F reader with Dieter Bravo. He finally wins a major award and the reader decides to award him with smutty sex

THE AWARD.

I slightly changed it and had them enter a bet… I hope that’s okay and I hope you like it. Also you sent this in April and I missed it, i’m so sorry it took so long.

Summary: you jokingly bet that you’ll fuck your best friend dieter bravo if he wins an oscar.

Warnings: Smut. P in V. Oral. (M&F receiving). Betting. Strong language. Dieter Bravo being… Dieter Bravo.

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F! Reader.

Word Count: 2053

A/N: I tried LOL. Thank you to @littlebirdsbookshelf for reading an unfinished version of this fic and encouraging me to finish it. I didn’t edit it and I’m too scared to read it back… so I don’t know how many mistakes are in it 😭😂 ENJOY!!

You groan as your phone wakes you up from the most comfortable sleep you’ve had in weeks, before reluctantly kicking off your covers and stepping out of bed.

The photo of Dieter Bravo's smug face flashing up on your phone screen makes you roll your eyes and curse his name before you swipe to answer. “It’s 5AM Diet, if someone isn’t dead, you’re able to be,” you growl into the phone.

“Shut up,” he says with an obnoxious chuckle, “I’m cashing in on our bet, pretty girl.”

“What?” You say before stuttering, “No. Not today, I’m not playing any of your annoying games this early.. . I’m hanging up and I'm going back to sleep, asshat.” You say, with a wide smile spreading across your face from the sound of his chuckling.

“I can hear you smiling.” He remarks and you roll your eyes again at how easily he can read you.

“What do you want, Dieter? I’m tired.”

“I already told you, I’m cashing in on our bet. March 21st 2015. You said you’d fuck me when I win an Academy Award.” Dieter recalls, his voice dripping with its usual arrogance.

“Buying a fake one from Etsy doesn’t count,” you sigh, imagining he’s just dragged himself back to his hotel from some club, “Dieter, if you haven’t already, go to bed, get so—.”

“I’m nominated,” he interrupts, ignoring the irritation in your voice, “My agent called me fifteen minutes ago. For Hunger Strike - Best Leading Actor.”

“Dieter, you better not be fucking with me.” You squeal with excitement, almost jumping up and down on the spot.

“Not yet, I’m not, pretty girl.”

“When are you home?” You ask, suddenly forgetting how tired you are.

“Eager are we?” He says, his eyebrows raising and the first real smile forming across his face in weeks despite his nomination.

“Shut up, asshat, you’ve got to fucking win the thing first… and if I recall correctly, which I do, I think I said I’d consider fucking you if you ever win one and I only said it so you’d take that damn role.”

“Mhmm. Nope. I don’t think I’ve ever heard the word ‘consider’ fall from those gorgeous lips before now,” he teases. “But jokes aside… Tell me you’ll come with me, I hate those fucking things, they’re only fun if you’re swooning over how handsome I am in a suit sitting next to me.”

“Shut up, asshat.”

“Come with me, pretty girl, put those shiny statues to shame, show them how you shine brighter.” He says, unaware of just how fucking cheesy he ends up sounding.

“Only if you buy me a burger after.” You say, glad he isn’t there to see the way you’re unable to stop yourself from smiling.

“Deal.”

*

You haven’t left his side for the past few days, he had asked you quietly to stay with him while he went through the required amount of press and you had made sure that your hand was close enough for him to squeeze when he needed it.

And today was no different, the confident Dieter Bravo the whole world thinks that they know, nowhere to be seen and instead the sweet Dieter that a few people have the pleasure of knowing sits beside you, looking at the dress bag containing the tuxedo he’ll be adorning in just a few hours time.

“You okay?” You ask, quietly bumping your shoulder against his.

“Ask me again when this is all over,” he says, before taking a generous sip of his drink. “I fucking hate red carpets.”

You take his hand and squeeze it a few times, before resting your head on those broad shoulders that you love so much.

“Whatever happens tonight, I’m really fucking proud of you.” You murmur into his skin, “Always have been, you’re the best friend i’ve ever had.”

He shushes you before pressing a kiss to the top of your head, grateful that you’re with him. “Let’s get this over with, shall we?”

“Let’s do this.” You say, with a little scrunch of your nose.

*

“And the Academy Award goes to… Dieter Bravo.” The gorgeous actress announces and you swear you can hear his heart beating.

He stands slowly, fiddling with the front of his jacket before turning to face you, immediately smashing his lips to yours in a fleeting kiss that steals your breath before shaking the hand of his director and making his way to the stage.

His speech is short but insightful. He makes sure to make eye contact with you as he thanks you for encouraging him to take the role and then shuffles off the stage as quickly as he can.

“Will you be mad if I suggest we skip the after party?” He asks after they finish engraving his oscar, the award ceremony now over and more hands shook than he could possibly be bothered to count.

“Not at all,” you say, resting your head against his shoulder, and inspecting his shiny new award.

“Room service burgers and a shitty movie to fall asleep in front of?” He suggests, before wrapping his hand around your waist.

“Sounds like heaven.”

*

“It’s really fucking pretty,” you say, your hands wrapped around the statue.

“Yeah,” he says, from somewhere behind you. Unable to stop his eyes from scanning up and down your body, and unable to ignore the way his heart leaps everytime he looks at you. “Second prettiest thing in this room.”

“I’d call you a charmer, but I'm pretty certain you’re about to announce that you’re in first place,” you say, turning around to face him with a giggle and a signature scrunch of your nose.

“No. It’s you.” He says, “In every room. It’s you.”

“Charmer.”

You both stand in comfortable silence for a few moments, just staring at each other before you take a step towards him. “Academy award winner, Dieter Bravo.”

“The one and only,” he scoffs, with a roll of his eyes. “You look really fucking beautiful by the way.”

“Shut up, asshat.” You mumble, now standing toe to toe. Unable to stop thinking about the bet that you had made a few years earlier, one that neither of you had mentioned since the day he was nominated.

He’s been your best friend for years. You met on the set of his very first movie, while working as a makeup artist and immediately struck up a friendship. And while there has always been an obvious attraction between you both, the fear that making a move and acting on it could potentially ruin your friendship had kept those feelings at bay.

But standing here and seeing the way that he’s looking at you, you can’t hold back, so you don’t. You surge forward and capture his lips, kissing him with the same intensity he had kissed you with earlier this evening, but this time it didn’t have to be fleeting. His mouth swallows your moans and his hands start to roam your body, squeezing and grabbing anywhere they could as he kisses you back.

He carefully pulls down the zipper on the back of your dress, dragging it slowly and savouring every second of this moment, a moment he’s been dreaming of since first laying eyes on you.

“Dieter,” you murmur softly against his jaw, wanting him to increase his painfully slow pace of undressing you. “Please.”

He increases his pace, frantically pulling on the material and letting it pool at your feet, before helping you step out of it and guiding you backwards towards the bedroom. His hands still greedily grabbing at any and every part of you as he lays you down.

He wastes exactly no time, pulling your panties off in one clear sweep and diving his head in between your legs. The noises he makes are loud and desperate as he laps at your clit with a messy intensity. Alternating between licking and sucking your little bud, only satisfied when you’re screaming his name and tugging at his signature messy locks before soaking his face with your arousal.

You whimper his name as he continues to lap at your clit, before gently pushing him away as it gets too much. Giggling slightly at the sight of his soaked face.

“Are you planning on getting undressed?” You ask as he moves up your body.

“Not this round,” he growls, before capturing your lips again. His movements are sloppy as he fumbles with his belt, pulling it through the loops and throwing it across the room, before pulling his pants down enough to expose his cock. You push him back slightly, and lay down in front of him on your tummy, a moan slipping out as you take a good look at his cock. Thick, long and throbbing. The tip flushed red with a bead of pre-cum, you lean forward, push up the bottom of his shirt and pepper light kisses on the swell of his tummy, nipping a few times before taking him in your mouth.

He groans your name as you hollow your cheeks, your jaw immediately aching from the sheer width of him and slowly you start to bob your head. Gagging slightly as he rocks his hips and pushes past your tonsils. The snap of his hips meet the rhythm of your enthusiastic mouth. After a few minutes he groans impatiently at not being able to touch you, before pulling out your mouth leaning over you and slapping your ass and then spreading your cheeks and tasting you this way.

You take him in your hand, stroking and flicking your wrist in perfect strokes, moaning his name in a perfect little chant as he uses his nose to tease your clit. You cum with a yelp of his name, taking you both by surprise as he soothes you through the aftershocks with gentle coos and little flicks of his tongue against your pretty little clit.

“On your back, pretty girl,” he orders, giving himself a few rough strokes as he watches you. “You ready for me, baby?” He says with a waggle of his eyebrows.

“I'm ready,” you confirm with a giggle, yelping with excitement as he pushes into you. Praising your ‘perfect little pussy’ as he fills you to the hilt. His arms swoop beneath your knees, so he can fuck into your deeper. “Move, D,” you beg as he waits, wanting you to adjust to the size of him.

The second you give him permission, he’s rolling his hips back, watching your face intently before snapping them forward. Loving the sound of your pretty moans as he thrusts back into you. He bends over and presses his lips against your face, thrusting himself in and out of you. Finding that spot and dragging his cock against it with ease, loving how reactive and tight your pussy gets around him.

“Oh Dieter,” you whimper, almost delirious with pleasure.

“I know, fuck, I know, baby girl,” he murmurs, “Taking my fat cock so well, baby.” You love how vocal he is, the sound of both of your moans filling the room. “You know how many times I’ve dreamed of this?” He whispers into your ear. “Every fucking day, since I met you.”

“Me too,” you stutter, seconds before your pussy clamps down around him and everything goes black. White hot pleasure erupting behind your eyes and his name becoming the only word you can speak.

It's a pleasure like you’ve never experienced, you feel him everywhere and you still want more and more. He keeps his pace as steady for as long as he can but his hips begin to falter, his pace more stilted as his cock begins to throb and he pulls out.

Stroking his cock hard and fast as he pants your cunt with thick pearly ropes of his cum.

“Holy shit.” You say with a giggle, “Even better than I imagined, D.”

“Me too,” he says as he collapses on top of you, leaning his weight onto his elbows. Kissing you gently, before nuzzling his face into your neck.

“So how was your night?” You ask with a giggle. “End as good as it started.”

“A million times better.” He says quietly.

You giggle loudly, “Better than winning the most coveted award in acting?”

“Not even a competition. You would win every time.”

[cottonlemonade]

Happy New Year!!! I'm glad to have met you (albeit digitally 😂) and can't wait to indulge in your fics to come!

for the ask game:

16 & 12

Heyo, and a happy New Year to you! I'm glad to have met you, too! ^^

As for the questions:

12) fic(s) you didn't expect to finish Any longer multi-parter for starters. No matter how much I like an idea or feel motivated to write them, I will always be surprised when I actually pull through 🥲 > A Simpler Life (if you love Stardew Valley and or Kita this is for you) > Dating You For A Bet (started out as a drabble idea and then snowballed into my longest story yet. Fun fact, originally it was supposed to be for Futakuchi, but I had just written and posted a drabble with him and so changed directions to Matsukawa) > Six And A Half Minutes (my only full-on smut story and for Suna of all people)

16) memorable comment(s)/review(s) you received this year I am grateful for any and all reviews, comments or tagged reblogs. It does not matter if it's one or two words only, but if someone is taking time out of their day to let the writer know that they did a good job, this goes such a long way. I am also being very creepy and screenshot the amazing and kind DMs people send me telling me that they love my stories and that I have helped them see their body type more positively. That is the reason why I wanted to write chubby readers, that's the reason why 90% of my pieces do not feature an insecure chubby reader, and I am beyond happy whenever I could make someone's day a little bit nicer and their mindset a little bit kinder to themselves. You're all gorgeous, regardless of your body type. And it sounds cheesy, but in the end it really only does count what's on the inside 🌟🌱 The most memorable review though has to go to @grassbutneo who wrote the sweetest comments (plural!) for Dating You For a Bet. And besides my lovely moots who so diligently comment on and reblog my stories I also have to give a huge Thank You to @argentimylove who is always leaving a comment or reblog.

[imagine--if]

(A/N: The results for my Riddler fanfic poll was basically 50/50 😂 so this is based off of the last issue of Riddler Year One, #6, as I copied the intro to the comic, but I'll work up to the movie too 😊 enjoy!!)

Wordcount: 1.7K

A knock at the door. Silence.

You frown slightly, glancing at the clock. It's late, really late, for anyone to be calling for you. You're not expecting anyone, and you're used to the trouble that comes with living in the middle of Gotham City, giving you every reason not to answer the door and stay quiet until whoever it is gets bored and goes away.

Another knock, sounding a little desperate, five soft bangs on the door's study steel, echoing through your small stretch of hallway and to the main room, where you sit on the sofa, laptop on your lap, scrolling boredly. You stare at the door warily, as if you could somehow see through to whatever drophead was trying to get your attention, before hesitantly raising your voice in answer.

"Who is it?"

Silence again.

You roll your eyes and sigh after a beat of nothing, pushing your laptop off you and onto the sofa, quietly approaching the door and taking a sceptical look through the peephole. Nothing. No one. Just the hard bright light of the dirty stairway and landing of the floor in the apartment block you live in, which snaps off after no motion to keep it alive, and the door opposite you, shut and locked, no sound coming from anywhere except muffled music and arguing from somewhere downstairs, as per normal here.

You go to open the door, but then pause, cautious enough to wait it out for a while, five minutes, ten minutes, before letting yourself open it and look outside. You don't want to be the next poor person who gets robbed or jumped or whatever rank thing you could expect from living down in Gotham, but there's still no one to greet you when your door squeaks faintly as you pull it open, black bristles dragging across the floor from beneath it. You wince slightly as the harsh light blinks back on, revealing an empty landing, empty staircase, nothing but your breaths echoing in the space...

And an envelope at your feet.

Your frown deepens when you go to close the door again and notice it, lying there outside the door, a medium white envelope inked with a messy green symbol of some kind. A question mark, with dashes at its sides, top and bottom, scratching into the paper boldly, no name or address or postmark anywhere, nothing to indicate where it came from or who it's for. But it's at your door, and after a few seconds' inspection and another look down the landing and the stairs, you sigh and pick it up, your thumb sliding under the triangular fold as you close the door with your body whilst opening it.

There are two things sealed in this envelope.

A Polaroid picture... and a card.

You sit down with your eyes fixed on the envelope's contents, laptop ignored at your side, as you take out the card first. It's like some kind of vintage cartoon, a little beaming squirrel holding one nut in its paws, a few others at its feet, a heart around its body. Above it, bold calligraphic text says:

I'm NUTS about you!

Your face screws up in bewilderment and amusement, your eyes flitting over the cheesy sentiment and picture, before you open it up to see contrasting, messy handwriting, gone over a few times to make it readable enough. It almost looks childish.

The rich people want it, wise people know it, the poor people need it, and kind people show it. What am I?

You blink, confused at the sudden question. A riddle? You glance at the question symbol on the opened envelope, before returning your attention to the card.

"Rich people want it..." you mutter under your breath in thought, "kind people- what, love?"

You read the last bit of writing under the riddle, then read it again. And again.

I see you work with the rats, but you don't become one. I see you give the homeless something warm when the city is cold, cold, COLD. I see you trying to tell the police the bad things you know, but no one can hear us. You are an angel in a cesspool of a city... And I will make a heaven for you.

You let out a long, shaky breath, finally looking up from the card in a whirl of confusion, fear and curiosity. Your eyes instinctively glance to the windows, the curtains open a little to show the dreary, dark nightlife of Gotham below, dully glowing streetlamps, some lightbulbs dead or smashed, interrupting the neat lines guiding drivers. You almost expect to see a pair of eyes staring at you, watching you from somewhere.

Who the hell is this person? This was the way they showed their 'love'? A sixties-styled valentines card, with a riddle and a baffling message?

"Working with rats?" You question aloud.

If by rats, they meant the jerks and businessmen who came to the Iceberg Lounge to find clients and friends every other evening, then... well, they weren't wrong. You have to work there to earn enough to pay rent and everything else to make some kind of a life for yourself in Gotham. Not that you wanted to, but it was a last resort, and you steered clear of the infamous Penguin, and that horrible Falcone character, whenever you were there. But you can't help overhearing things to the grabby, drunken, smug people you waitress to there, but at this point, you'd learnt that half the GCPD weren't nearly as credible as they acted, a handful of them involved in the scandals they were brewing at the nightclub, and who else was there to tell without them telling the wrong guy and ending with you being silenced at gunpoint?

As for the homeless, believe it or not, they weren't all off their heads with drops. Some of them were just people trying to survive out on the streets of a broken-down town, young and older people cowering on street corners, some beaten by gangs, others jumpy and aware, ready to run at the smallest hint of danger. It was the ones who were simply too tired to do anything that made you stop in your tracks every now and then, as you walked home from work, before you gave in to your impulses, told them to give you a minute, and dashed into the nearest diner, grabbing something small to eat, or a hot drink to-go, the waiter bored and friendly enough to give you a smile and a nod as you went, the young man who often stayed there scribbling in a little book or typing up work-related things too shy to meet your eye, which was kind of cute, sandy-brown hair barely hiding the flush of his round cheeks, murky green eyes forced to focus on his book instead of looking up.

Was that enough to make you an angel? Really?

A few acts of kindness usually earned you a judgemental scoff, or suspicions of intentions, as no one's were really ever pure. But apparently, it's earned you an admirer, and from the looks of things, one who's more than a little unhinged.

You pick up the Polaroid last of all, and then your breath catches in shock as you stare at it, barely blinking.

It's a guy who's been making moves on you for a good few weeks now, more than double your age, packets of drops making his pockets rustle with thin plastic and his eyes unfocused. A frequent visitor to the Iceberg Lounge, who wouldn't leave you alone after you gave him his first drink of the first night, running drunkenly outside to offer you a lift when you put your arm out for a cab, trying to hold onto some part of the uncomfortably tight clothing you were expected to wear working in a place like the Iceberg Lounge.

He's slumped against a wall covered with some kind of fabric spray painted with the same question mark symbol on the envelope, though the green is blemished with crimson spatter, a rat running across his leg, blurred slightly in the shot. A laptop is in the background, where the ordeal is actually being filmed or streamed somewhere, names and comments too small in the picture to make out, though several unfocused red shapes that are most likely hearts streak up the laptop screen from its viewers. Your stomach twists and untwists into a knot, repulsed and shocked.

They killed some stupid guy... for you?

They killed a person, on a livestream... for you.

The Polaroid slips from your loosened grip, fluttering in the air for a split second before it lands beside your laptop. It makes you blink back into awareness, and you eye the card and Polaroid as if they might jump up at you.

Do you call the police? The GCPD won't ignore you, surely, if it's this level of harassment? If a person has died?

The thought of someone watching you, trying to understand you, almost worshipping you in some twisted way, brings so many thoughts and feelings up that it makes you dizzy, not knowing what to pin down as your reaction to it. Scared? Disgusted? Flattered? Curious?

What if they've been in your apartment? If they know where you live... and with Gotham's measly security, someone like this person could have found a way to break in, pick the lock or something. Is anything out of place? Hidden cameras anywhere?

Paranoia makes a shiver snake down your spine, and you sigh heavily, fingers threading through and out of your hair as you run your hands up your face and past your head.

First, check for cameras. Then, call the police. Right?

Right...

You pick up the Polaroid from beside your laptop, and your eyes flick up to the darkened screen, the small black circle of a camera at its top. Should you put some tape over it or something? Do a deep scan to check for viruses or any weird apps?

Suddenly, the screen flashes brighter, back to life, though you never touched the mousepad, and you flinch. Your eyes widen as the screen glitches and goes black, and you press down on several keys, trying to escape from whatever page it's gone on, power it off, restart.

The screen glitches for a few more moments, and then a green, pixelated question mark between some pointers slides across the screen.

Figured it out yet?

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[eybefioro]

Last year I wrote a cheesy Christmas fic. I wasn't going to do so again this year — I'm working on a bunch of cool stuff with a bunch of cool people, + my own wips so I'm a bit on a tight spot — but I saw this post from @meanwhile-at-the-cottage and I just had to. It fits too well!

Thank God it's Christmas

Rated G, ~1,1k words.

Summary:

Aziraphale and Crowley now live in their cottage, and the angel wants to re-enact their first kiss.

(A continuation of sorts of All I want for Christmas is you)

Excerpt:

The two beings watched the snow fall in the warmth of their cottage, the front window framing a very picturesque landscape. It looked like art work, one of those that decorate the corridors of your grandparents house, and that are too perfect to be anything else but a painting. Well. At least one of the beings watched the window — Crowley was settled by the fireplace, nursing his scotch and committing to memory that view so he'd paint it in the future and Aziraphale… Aziraphale watched him.

Read it on Ao3 💛

Hope you enjoy this little spot of fluff!!

I wish yall have a wonderful time, celebrating however and whatever suit you the best. That you may find lots of hugs and good food waiting for you, and that I may be able to be here with the fandom for another year!! I'm really excited for everything that I will share with yall in 2025 :D

(Also tagging @goodomensafterdark bc I am a good boy 😂)

[feyhunter78]

I love how different are the internal monologues between Y/N and Miggy, him being so innocent and she is just unhinged🤣

Nerd! Miguel: Y/N is so beautiful and sweet. I wish she would like me~ 🥺

Y/N internally: Look at those armssss😛😛😛 I wanna bite those biceps~ You need a throphy wife Sweet boy?😛😛😛😛💦💦

NO BUT THIS IS SO TRUE😂😂 I LOVE UNHINGED Y/N SO MUCH

Y/N is just daydreaming starting at Miguel totally zoned out and it’s like

Miguel: Do I have something in my face??? Am I breathing too loud, should I stop breathing???? No, no if I died y/n would be sad, she’s just so kind hearted. But obviously my breathing is annoying her!!! Y/N hates me I know it, because how dare I even breathe so loud in her presence???? She’s too pretty, I don’t even know—I’ll just try to breathe quieter maybe in another direction so it doesn’t bother her

Y/N: And then we’d get married in a gorgeous venue, maybe the ballroom of that fancy hotel downtown, and honeymoon in Greece, and ooooo I just know, I JUST KNOW he’ll sound so good, while I ride him in a private cabana on a private beach. I really hope he’s cheesy and calls me Mrs. O’Hara when he comes, fuck that would be the dream

[soliddarrity]

Get to know your mutuals: tag game

Omg thanks for tagging me @vuesfluides & @thisonesatellite (TWO people tagging me in this?? I feel so special 🥺💖) BOTH of you said you love uninterrupted alone time btw, you are my kind of people for sure 🥹✨️

Answering questions is one of my favorite activities so let's go lesbians!!!!!!! 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

What's the origin of your blog title: I used to have a bad habit of deleting my tumblr blog every few years and could also never settle on a name when I made a new account; 'solidarity' (plus a couple letters lol) is the best name I've landed on since then that doesn't make me feel unbearably antsy and like I want to change it (it's solid! It's right there in the name! 😂); it implies an ongoing commitment to myself and others and I really like that :) (vuesfluides did you notice we basically have opposite reasons for our blog names?? Yours about change and mine kind of about staying the same?? Because I did and omg I love it 😄)

OTPs + Shipname: Stuckyyyy 😫💓 (well. I say Stucky. But I am *very* open to the entire Polycule, aka Nat Bucky Sam Steve and maybe/sometimes Clint. And you could convince to include more. I'm listening!!! 👀)

Favorite Color: I am such a rainbow person idk if I can choose. All of the colors forever 😎❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🩷

Favorite game: Can I say this one? 🙂

Song stuck in your head: TRUST! by Rebecca Black ("...Make me feel like I'm a man! [TRUST!] Ooh la la; got me goin' like Gaga Ga 🙄")

Weirdest habit/trait: Just one?? 😬😂😫🫠 uhhhhh well. I pop all the time. Like if the letter P was a word all by itself? The objective is generally to make it sound as loud as possible. If you met me in real life, within a week of knowing me you would probably start doing it back to me like we are having some kind of conversation via Weird Noises. Everyone I know eventually does it back and it Delights Me 😂

Hobbies: my #1 hobby is definitely reading fanfiction 😆. I'm a pole dancer as well, and I draw/paint. I would love to start doing more fanart. I'm currently trying to revive my writing via Stucky fanfic...it's going kinda rough atm but we'll get there!

Something you're good at: cleaning! I love to clean and organize things when I'm in the mood.

Something you're bad at: doing math in my head.

Something you love: Laughing 😂 and most things I post about here on tumblr really

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: Writing. Good writing, bad writing, what makes a story interesting to me, breakdowns of different stories I've watched or read and what I liked or didn't like or how they could have been slightly better...

Something you hate: Abuse of power 😡 But for something more lighthearted, I really, really REALLY don't like velvet. If you're wearing velvet, do not come near me 😫😭 and NEVER hand me a peach, it feels the same to me 😅

Something you collect: Crystals! 💎✨️

Something you forget: I used to have the world map memorized along with all the capital cities and uhhh what a power move I should really rememorize that, it was such a confidence boost

Favorite movie / show: The Lord of the Rings because I am so so basic 😄 but nah for real the message of it is so......there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it's worth fighting for.

Favorite food: much like colors, idk if I can pick one. You ever had homemade greek salad with freshly cracked black pepper and hand squeezed lemon juice?? Boba tea. Pad thai?? What about cheesy sourdough bread 😫🙌 I made a green smoothie last week that felt like it healed me from the inside out. How does one choose???

Favorite animal: ohhh I can't choose that either. They are all my babies 🥹💓 that bird out the window? My baby. Feral alleycat? I gave birth to that thing. The local racoon? My firstborn son!!

What were you like as a child? My best self tbh. I was super sweet and SUPER creative. I loved everybody like it was the easiest thing in the world. I was an annoying little shit though too; used to steal peoples glasses and watches and pinch people for sport 🤣

If you could change any detail about your life right now, what would it be: I desparately wish I had like...a group of wise elders I could go to for my problems. Not a therapist. A group of wise old people who Get Me and we Vibe and have Shared Interests to bridge the gap and give us an excuse to casually hang out and talk about life and get to know each other. I think also just more irl community in general would be awesome.

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet: Oh, I would go WAY back in time to some ancient civilization like Mesopotamia or something and just take it in, whoever I met. I'm certain it would be FASCINATING regardless of who I ran into there! (thisonesatellite I wrote that before reading yours btw....maybe we could go to Ancient Mesopotamia together & bring back some really cool rocks??? Hmu if you ever find a time machine 🙌)

@thisonesatellite I was gonna tag you in this but you got me first 😆 gonna taaag @rumade @thisstormbringsstrangeloyalties @pixelrewind @rogueemmy @frostedthoughts @wholenessblooming @sweetferns and @bellewhistle

@fenrir-chained Here's the tag game I mentioned! Feel free to ignore it but I would love to see your answers if you dooo! 🤗💫💖

If you don't want to do it, no pressure! But I'd love to hear your answers if you do! :)

[canirove]

In The Name of Love | Chapter 26

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"Pedri?"

"Shh, go back to sleep."

"What time is it?" I yawn.

"Early."

"Then why are you up?"

"I'm just going to the bathroom, go back to sleep" he says, kissing my head.

"Ok" I murmur, already half asleep.

When I wake up again, he isn't next to me, but there is a bouquet of white roses laying where he should be.

"What the…" I say while stretching and taking the note he's left with the flowers.

Had to buy these in a new florist, and do you know what they told me? That white roses also mean eternal love and that that's why brides put them on their bouquets. But I'm not going to ask you to marry me, don't worry 😂 What I'm telling you with these flowers is that our love is gonna be like that. Eternal.  I love you, Val. Happy anniversary 🤍 P.S. Yes, there are 14 roses 😉

"Aww, Pepi" I chuckle before grabbing my phone and texting him, though he had beaten me to it.

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Happy anniversary, Val. I love you 🤍

Happy anniversary, Pedri I love you too 🤍 And thank you for the flowers

Did you like them? White roses are our flower

I loved them. The note too 🤍

Wasn't it too cheesy?

It was perfect 🤍

Aww, Val 🥺🤍

Where are you btw?

Kitchen

But don't come downstairs just yet

Why?

Because I say so

🙄

It'll be worth it, you'll see 😊

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"Val, are you decent?" Pedri says from his room's door.

"As if you hadn't seen everything that is to see" I reply, rolling my eyes.

"Yeah, but you never know. Happy anniversary, by the way" he smiles.

"You already said that" I laugh.

"Yes, but by text, not in person" he says, letting himself fall on the bed next to me and hugging me. "I love you."

"And I love you too" I reply, kissing his nose. "Am I allowed to go to the kitchen now? I'm famished."

"You are, yes. But don't you want to stay here and cuddle for a bit?"

"I want to eat."

"You can eat me" he smirks, making me roll my eyes again. "Ok, ok. Shall we, then?" he says, quickly getting up and offering me his hand.

"Yes. Let's go see what you've cooked for today. No pun intended."

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"That was the best breakfast ever. Are you sure you made it all?"

"You can call my mum and ask her if you don't believe me" Pedri says. "We've been practicing together over facetime for the past two weeks."

"Just to make me breakfast on our anniversary?"

"Just to make you breakfast on our anniversary" he repeats with a big smile.

"Have I ever told you that you are the cutest human being ever?"

"A few times, yes" he chuckles. "But there is more."

"More?"

"Yep. We have a lunch date too. Though until we have to start getting ready for that, we have some time to kill."

"And have you thought about what we could do?" I ask, lifting an eyebrow.

"I thought about going out for a walk around the neighborhood."

"What?"

"Don't you want to do that?"

"I mean… I was expecting you to say something else."

"Something like what, Val?" he says, now being the one who lifts one of those perfect eyebrows of his.

"Well… you know… earlier you wanted to cuddle. So maybe we could do that… while naked" I shrug.

"If I had suggested that, you would have told me that I always think with my dick."

"But today it is our anniversary, you are allowed to."

"Oh, ok… Cuddling while naked, then?" Pedri smirks.

"Cuddling while naked" I giggle before he offers me his hand again and we go back to his room. 

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"Why do I have to have this on in the car?" I complain while adjusting the eye mask he has made me wear. 

"I already told you, Val. I don't want you to guess where we are going" Pedri sighs.

"But it is making me feel claustrophobic. And I'm sure it is leaving a mark on my face. What will people think when they see me?"

"We are going to be alone, don't worry about that."

"Did you close a restaurant just for the two of us?"

"Kind of."

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"I swear to God, Pedro. If you drop me…"

"I will if you keep fidgeting like that" he says.

"I'm blindfolded and you are carrying me up some stairs. What do you want me to do?"

"Stay still, Val. That's what I want you to do."

"Ok, fine. But where are we going? It feels like we are climbing a skyscraper or something."

"You are such a drama queen" he laughs. "And we only have four steps left. Four, three, two… and one" Pedri says, letting me finally touch the ground again. 

"Now what?"

"Now wait a second" he says. 

"What? Where are you going? I can hear your steps. Pedri, you are making me nervous. And I can hear the traffic. Pedri!"

"Take off the mask."

"Now?"

"Yes, now, Val. Isn't that what you wanted?"

"It was" I reply, my eyes taking a minute to adjust to the light. "What the…"

"Happy anniversary, Val" he smiles. 

"Pedri, this… I… Is this… Is this the rooftop?"

"Yep, the very same one, my secret place. This club is where we met, the place where it all started. And I wanted to come back and make it special, something neither of us would forget."

"Well, you've succeeded" I chuckle, wiping away a tear. He has set some kind of tent and a table for us to have lunch with just some plates and cups, a small arrangement of white flowers in the middle, and the city in the background. It isn't anything fancy, but to me it is perfect. 

"Do you like it?" he asks, walking to stand in front of me. "I've heard you made fun of all those proposals with hundreds of flowers and candles, so I wanted to make it as simple as possible but still nice."

"Wait, what?" 

"I already told you on the note that I am not going to ask you to marry me, Val. Relax" he laughs. "Today we are only celebrating our anniversary."

"Nothing else."

"Nothing else" he repeats. "So, should we get started? I think you are gonna love what I chose to have for lunch today."

"Paella?"

"Paella."

"Oh, you know the way to my heart, Pedro" I laugh.

"Found my way there two years ago in this same place, and I haven't left. I actually don't plan to do it. Ever."

"You are so cheesy" I laugh again.

"And you love it" he smirks, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I do love it, yes. I love you, Pedri."

"I love you too, Val" he says before kissing me.

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"Pedri, your house isn't that way."

"I know."

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere very special. Our anniversary celebrations aren't over yet."

"What?"

Once we were done having lunch he put aside the table and made us some kind of bed inside the tent with some cushions. We laid there together for hours while talking, laughing, kissing, and being overall very cheesy. We even had time to take a nap. After that, we took the car again and went to our favourite ice-cream shop, daring to go for a walk around the city while eating it. And now, we were supposedly going back home for dinner. Supposedly…

"There is one last place we need to visit before we go back to my place" he says. 

"Do we?"

"Yes, Val. I can't believe you've forgotten."

"It's been a long day, ok? And a very cheesy one. My brain is full of that, I can't think properly."

"I think you mean your heart is full of love for me and you can't think about anything else" Pedri teases me.

"Whatever."

"What day is it today?" he asks me.

"Our anniversary."

"But the date."

"14th of August."

"And what do we do on the 14th of every month?"

"We… oh! The beach!"

"Ding, ding, ding!" he laughs.

"How could I forget that?"

"You are full of love for me, remember? It's normal to forget about everything else. Though you aren't completely full of me yet if you know what I mean" he winks.

"Dear Lord, Pedro" I reply, rolling my eyes.

"That'll come later when we are back home. Now we are going to our beach to watch the sunset, and maybe something else."

"Something else?"

"How does dinner at the beach sound like?"

"I… I…"

"I'll take all that mumbling as you liking it" he laughs.

"Have I ever told you that you are the cutest person in the whole wide world?" I finally manage to say.

"This morning you said something similar. After lunch too. So yes, you have. But I don't mind."

"Good. Because I'm gonna keep reminding you of it. You are the cutest, Pedri González."

"Using my last name too? That's serious."

"Very. You are the cutest and I love you. Very much" I say, moving on my seat to kiss his cheek.

"I love you too, Val. Very much."