#god I really hope I get to marry this man one day 🥰

[did-you-fall-for-a-shooting-star]

So the surprise that Mnt Boy has been hyping up for TWO months now. Are you ready for this? Was a LEGO MINI FIGURE of ME

AND it has accessories, a book (because I like books) and a yellow butterfly (because 1. I like yellow 2. I like butterflies and 3. The most magical moment of my life was hiking with him and suddenly being surrounded by a group of yellow butterflies). AND ALSO, he got a second outfit for it incase I didnt like the first one he chose

He is so goofy. And so sweet and caring. God I love him and his lego obsession 🥹😊❤️

[lyra-kane]

Here are my ranking of characters in the caraval/ouabh world (it's long read at ur own risk)

1.jacks ..duh

The archer? The prince of hearts? Imagine having more iconic titles than these!

I really love his character it's very well written. He's not the typical morally gray who is always grumpy he has a really good sense of dark humor, which adds more to his character. Bro also literally dyed his hair blue after he got his heart broken, and he eats apple to stop his urge from kissing? I can't..😭 the way he teased eva? Hehehe, he had me giggling. I love sm their banter! Also, don't get me started on "there's nothing of equal value to me" bro just take my heart😔🫶 also him trying to teach eva how to defend herself then come saving her each time>>>

2.Evangeline

She literally the softest character and she didn't lose her feminine vibes and got cold because the world was against her she fought for what she believes in and LITERALLY THE FIRST FMC TO CONFEESS TO THE ML also she's vulnerable and forgiving she still had progress at the end ! She's the best example of coquette girl 🎀🩷 she isn't blinded by revenge like other mc she just want to live happily with jacks and she didn't sit and wish for it to happen she fought for love! She confessed to Jacks , and she kissed him herself! she's one of my favorite FMC!🥰💕

3.Scarlett

Scarlett is the most caring person she always put other needs above herself, especially if it comes to her sister since she was her only family I think when their mother left she felt like she had to fill that role since older sister kinda have a protective side to their younger siblings she even was ready to marry a man by his letters for that, I'm so glad she meet Julian because they just fit together! The way she was ready to make him hate her just so he can be free... I love that woman, a true empress indeed❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥🤌

4. Julian santos

I will try to keep it short from now! I love that men the way he only had was following his brother's script, but he was ready to change it just for her , bro even gave a day from his life for her so she'd wake up to not miss the game. He got a crimson tattoo to not forget her😭 he was ready to fight to save her at the end ! They're literally my babies..😔💓also we're getting his pov in the spectacular hehehehe🤭

5. Lala

I just love iconic women who love fashion, ngl. I was mad at her when I learned she was responsible for the curse, but in the end jacks did worse things💀, plus she did save eva she also supported her till the end!girlie was ready to kill aurora for her! Also, I hope she can finally find love, and it lasts! I need a book for her with chaos, hehehe 🤭

6.chaos

Ok, i was mad when he killed eva, but I get it. I can't imagine being turned to a vampire, then had to wear a helmet for God knows how many years that prevent me from drinking blood. It's not like he had control on himself, but I'm sure he was traumatized when he realized what he did! I'm so curious to learn more about him too, and plus he did have iconic moments that made me giggle 🤭 I also have a thing for vampires ...😔💕

7. Dontella

Ok, to be honest, I'm neutral about her. I don't like her nor hate her. Yes, she was annoying sometimes, but do I think that she deserves to HATED ? No hate is a strong word. Also, I actually would defend her from the people who accuse her of not caring about scarlet.. I mentioned it before in another post..

8.legend

Ok, cool, sometimes , but ugh, I hate how he treated Julian sm...also the whole grandma thing...ik he's immortal and old, but why stephanie?😭

I'm not a fan of him. Also neutral although he does have moments I enjoyed, like when he visited tella Dreams or some moments as dante, i hope he grows on me in spectacular 👍

[frvnkcastles]

hi bestie i have a fic request if you’re taking them :) one where frank and reader have been seriously dating for a while and they’ve both started to think about marriage but haven’t discussed it together. so i’m thinking frank asks out of the blue after being nervous and acting weird for a couple days, he says something like “i ain’t asking yet, but if i asked you to marry me, would you say yes?”

but if you’re not taking requests or if this doesn’t inspire you, please disregard and have a super nice day!! 🥰🌷🌟

NEVER BE ALONE AGAIN ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: When your friend’s wedding comes up, Frank is convinced he wants one with you.

Warnings: Mentions of loss, mostly just fluff, feminine nicknames

Word count: 2k

Author’s note: This was actually a half-finished fic I had written a few years ago and this request inspired me to adapt it a little bit and finish it :) I hope you like it <3 I would marry this man in a heartbeat.

Ever since your and Frank’s two friends had announced they were getting married, he had been rewinding back to how it had felt for him. The domesticity, the joy of calling his wife, well, his wife; the relief of having someone by his side through thick and thin. That last part still rang true for him — you were his rock as he was yours, and it was for that reason that he reflected upon his first marriage with fondness and nostalgia, instead of the usual misery and regret. It still hurt, but as he watched you fill out the RSVP card and giddily talk about getting to take part in your dear friend’s wedding… yeah, that softened the blow.

In fact, it made him think of something he had long ago given up on. Revived some old dream he had buried, brought back feelings he hadn’t expected to ever feel again. Because of you. And as he watched you sit on the floor in front of him, rambling on about the kind of dress you’d be wearing, he couldn’t help but suppress a smile — not just at the idea of you in that dress, but the fact that you were all his. Awkward rambles and all.

And my God, was he all yours.

The more he thought about gathering up the courage to ask you to marry him, the more nervous he became. He was usually so unwavering and confident, but it was no news that next to the women he loved, he was just a puppy dog. He was far from scary or menacing — he was just a man in love, hoping the woman of his dreams wanted to spend the rest of her days with him the way he did, too.

Still, he had hoped you wouldn’t notice. But apparently, he wasn’t as good at hiding it as he thought.

You first picked up on something on his mind when he was watching you try on your dress for the wedding. You were rambling about the details on the dress when you realized that even for someone quiet, Frank was being exceptionally silent. You looked at him through the mirror, only to find him smiling at you from across the room, dark eyes focused on you yet his attention not quite there.

”Baby?” you spoke up, ”you okay there?”

Clearing his throat, Frank nodded and wiped the lovestruck smile off of his face. ”Just fine, sweetheart. You look really pretty, y’know that? Could stare at you all day”, he noted, making you blush and forget all about the worry embering in your heart.

He was good at deflecting, making you flustered with genuine but calculated compliments, and changing the subject when you tried to poke. But as endearing as his longing gazes could be, you noticed he got quiet when you showed him pictures of your friend’s wedding ring, and again when you decided to get in the right mood by watching your favorite rom-com.

Finally, when you were listening to the playlist your friend had sent over, and Frank seemed to grow uncomfortable yet again, you decided to be brave and approach the subject head-on.

”Hey, you know you don’t have to come with me, right?” you pointed out, and with his eyebrows drawn together, Frank looked over to you from across the couch where you were both seated.

”You don’t want me to?” he questioned, seeming a little dejected, so you rushed to grab his hand.

”I want you there. But I can tell this might be a little much for you, and it’s no wonder. It’s okay to be sad, my love. Don’t push yourself too hard, okay?” you pleaded, and with an affectionate smile breaking on his face, Frank pulled you in so he could kiss your temple.

”It ain’t that, I promise. Sure, it’s, uh… a reminder, I s’pose. But right now, ’m just feelin’ real lucky to be here with you, aight?” he reassured you, and even though you seemed hesitant to believe him, you nodded.

”I want to be there with you”, Frank added.

And indeed, when the day of the wedding arrived, you were the only thing in his sights. You looked breathtaking in the lilac dress and he made sure you knew — and when you returned the compliment at his suit with a cheeky joke, his heart made a somersault in his chest. You were radiating with joy and love all day long, yet at the same time you had taken on so much responsibility to ensure your friend would have a smooth celebration, and that all the guests would feel at home. You were a natural and it warmed Frank’s heart even when you rejected his help with a kiss and told him to get a drink.

That was what he did, his gaze still stuck on you as you danced with one of your mutual friends’ kids across the venue. A soft smile tugged on his lips as he watched you shed the jacket he had given you so you could move easier, your laugh easy to pick out even through the music and chatter. You were his whole focus, always.

Chuckling, Frank then finished his beer before striding across the floor and over to you. He’d have to wait until later to make his plan come true, but until then, he was desperate to hold you close to him.

”Mind if I cut in, buddy?” Frank rasped at the little boy you had been twirling around, and although he seemed reluctant, above all he was intimidated by the burly man by your side suddenly. Quick as that, the kids vanished from around you and you couldn’t help but giggle while turning to Frank who instinctively slid his hands across your hips to reel you into his chest.

”It’s mean to scare kids”, you pointed out teasingly, well-aware that children adored him — he was a dad through and through, but there was no doubt that for the sake of stealing you all to himself, he had put a little extra meanness into his stare.

”What can I say, sweetheart”, he whispered into your ear, his smile touching your cheek as he leaned into you, ”I get jealous easily.”

You laughed at that, and it only widened Frank’s grin as he dropped his forehead to yours and swayed side to side with you. You were shorter but you were managing to hold onto his neck, nearly on your tiptoes as he took the lead and moved you across the floor in gentle, tender movements. His firm chest felt like a safe place and his arms around you put a smile on your face — almost as big as the love in your eyes as you shyly beamed up at him.

You couldn’t help but notice him glancing around while you kept dancing, his hands just the slightest bit shaky instead of their steady selves, and a frown deepened your forehead. ”Are you okay, baby? You seem… nervous, again”, you pointed out, and quickly looking back at you, he nodded.

”I’m okay, sweetheart”, he insisted before leaning foreard to kiss your forehead. ”Hey, I love you. With my whole damn heart, you know that? Ain’t no one I’d rather be dancin’ with right now”, he went on, and feeling you tense up in his arms, he emphasized his own words, ”no one.”

You nearly shed a tear at that, and even though they didn’t hold as much meaning coming from you, you returned the sentiment. ”Me either”, you hummed into his chest, ”I love you so much, Frank.”

More than one song passed with him just holding you, thinking of how lucky he was, the occasional careful kiss pressed into your hair while you clung onto him. It was warm and safe and you wouldn’t have changed a thing for the world.

Only when the midnight hours were rolling in, the crowd was beginning to dismantle and the happily new-weds were officially sent off to their honeymoon. As you watched their car drive away with all their loved ones waving them off, you couldn’t help but tear up — in response, Frank took your hand and held it as tight as you needed.

Not much later, people were turning to you to thank for a job well done before leaving in their own rides. Frank could have sworn you were an angel, smiling at each and every one of them and wishing them a safe journey home. Eventually, there was no one left but you and him and the clean-up crew, and just as you faced Frank to tell him your feet were killing you, he interjected by simply standing there.

He was holding a big bouquet of different colored roses in his hands, looking absolutely gorgeous with his dark eyes and white shirt and shy smile as he eyed you up and down. It wasn’t until he was handing over the flowers that you realized it wasn’t a dream, and upon recognizing the bouquet, you gasped.

”Oh no, did she forget—”, you started, wondering if the bride would have loved to have her flowers with her, but cutting you off, Frank shook his head while urging you to take them.

”Nah. It’s for you, sweetheart”, he stated simply, and when you gave him a curious smile, he chuckled. ”She, uh, she let me have it. She was gonna do the whole throwin’ thing, y’know?” he went on, and again, you gasped.

”Oh, I knew we forgot something!” you huffed, and chuckling, Frank scratched the back of his neck.

”No, no, uh… I asked her if I could have it. See, uh, she’d throw the bouquet to see who gets married next, yeah?” he tried explaining, and when you nodded, he broke into a flustered smile. ”Guess I just didn’t wanna take the chance you’d miss”, he finished, and at that, your smile dropped and you glanced between the bridal bouquet and him with disbelief.

”I ain’t askin’ yet… but if I did, would ya say yes?” he continued, fiddling with his hands nervously while waiting to see any reaction on your face. For a second, he wondered if it had been a terrible idea, but then your eyes started welling up and your hand flew to your mouth as you fidgeted and looked at the flowers and then back at Frank whose eyes lit up with excitement and relief.

”You’d really… you’d have me?” you whispered, your voice fragile as you reveled in the fantasy of standing like this with him some day — face to face, you in a dress, him in a suit with flowers in your hands and the moonlight above you.

”Hell yeah, sweetheart. If you’d have me. ’Cause I fuckin’ adore you. More than words can say, but you, uh, you… you make me feel alive. And happy to be alive. I can’t imagine a single day without you”, he sighed, and with a vigorous nod, you leaped forward to wrap your arms around him.

”Yes”, you cried out before pulling back just to kiss him, ”yes now and every day after this one. Whenever you want to do it… my answer will be the same.”

Grinning, Frank hugged you tight and closed his eyes while squeezing you. The two of you rocked back and forth in one another’s arms, silent apart from your sniffles, until you spoke up. ”This explains why you’ve been acting so weird lately. You’d really think the big bad Punisher would be better at staying calm under pressure”, you joked, earning a snort from Frank.

”Hey, this was really fuckin’ important. I wasn’t sure, y’know?” he shrugged while letting go of you enough to cradle your hands in his own and look into your eyes.

”Awww, Frankie”, you smiled up at him, ”you had no reason to be nervous. I’m completely and entirely in love with you.” With love twinkling in his eyes, he leaned into seal the distance between your lips, kissing you deeply. He stole your breath away, as he always did.

”Thank you for always bein’ patient with me. I know it ain’t always easy to be with me… but I hope it’s worth it. I’mma make it my mission to make sure of that”, he swore while resting his forehead against yours, and with another smile, you nodded.

”You’re always worth it, Frank.”

[abbyromanoff]

🥰 with Elizabeth Olsen

You Are Loved…

Pairings: Elizabeth Olsen x reader

Word count: 613 (Drabble)

Warnings: fluff, angst, comfort, sad!R, that’s really it

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

Lizzie had always had a way of showing her love. Whether it was when she’d give you flowers after a long day, set you a bath when you were stressed, or hold and comfort you even when you tried to deny that you needed it.

“Sweetheart, I’m home!” Lizzie was instantly greeted by the strong smell of one of her favorite foods, Lasagna. She had never been a big fan of the meal until you made it, God how you perfected it she didn’t know. She placed her jacket on the coat rack and found her way behind you, setting down the small bouquet of flowers and wrapping her arms around your waist. She breathed in your scent, her body instantly relaxing at the familiar smell that brought her warmth. Your eyes caught sight of the flowers as you interlaced your hands with hers, smiling to yourself as you realized she once again had thought of you.

“Babe, you know you don’t always have to get me flowers when we have an argument, right?” She nodded, her eyes heavy as she just wanted to go to sleep with her love.

“Mm, I know. But, I like to.” You chuckled and pulled the Lasagna out of the oven, she was home just in time.

“Keep ‘em closed for me. Okay, and, open them.” She removed her hands that were blocking your eyesight and smiled nervously to herself. She knew you had been struggling lately, your work putting an immense amount of stress on you that you forgot to manage. You felt horrible, you had kept taking it out on her only because she was right there, and you never knew how to apologize. But she knew you didn’t mean it and that you would work on it together, just like you always do.

“Oh, Lizzie, I love it. Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” You turned to face her, jumping into her arms for a tight hug. She held you closely and kissed your cheek, letting her lips linger for a moment too long.

“Of course, my love. You know I’d anything for you.”

“I can’t do this anymore, it’s all just too much.” Lizzie hugged you in her arms as you cried your eyes out. Your best friend of nearly seventeen years had just left you for a man she met three weeks ago. She threw everything away for someone who had already cheated on her multiple times.

“I know, baby, I know. I’ve got you, okay? I know it’s hard right now but I promise you, it will all be okay. Everything happens for a reason, and maybe this was nature’s way of showing that you needed to lose her to love you. You didn’t deserve her, my love, you gave and gave only for her to take and take. You deserved so much better, I’m so sorry.” She didn’t let go of you that entire night, keeping you in her arms as you cried until you couldn’t anymore. You passed out in her hold, and she teared up at the thought of seeing you hurt. You were so sweet, so amazing, how could anyone ever even think about hurting you? She could never know, but all she did know was that she’d make sure to never hurt you. She hoped to marry you one day, to spend the rest of her life showing you her love. And she would, the ring hiding in her bedside table was all the proof she needed. She didn’t need to say it for you to know you were loved deeply, and you only hoped that she’d never stop loving you as you would her.

[babygirllinds]

Can we please see a sneak peek of the babysitter? I’m a sucker for this particular trope 🙈

Hello lovely 🥰 I’m also a sucker for this trope and I’d love to provide! Thank you for this request! I really want to work at getting this one out soon since I love it sm! No smut yet, but I still hope you enjoy this little snippet 💗

warning: age gap/power dynamics. If that isn’t your jam, just skip on over this post :)

“You’re really good with them, ya’know?”

Pete’s mouth drops open slightly, “Thank you, Sir?”

“No, really. I know Sarah rants about you being a lifesaver, but I didn’t realize how much they had taken to you,” the man shakes his head and a slight smirk graces his plump lips. “I must admit I was slightly jealous when I walked in and my kids stayed glued to your side. You’re a real natural at this and what? You're only 21?”

“22, actually, Sir,” Pete corrects. “I, um– I just have a way with kids, I guess? I was always stuck taking care of my younger cousins and it just became second nature. Two of my friends got married pretty young and they have a kid between Hanna and Leon’s age. His name is Bradley. I’m the godfather and I spend a lot of my free time with him.”

Pete doesn’t realize he’s rambling again until Mr. Kazansky is smiling that same smile as earlier again.

“I remember your old man calling you a baby whisperer when he gave me your number. I thought he was full of shit, but the more I see you with them, the more I have to believe him,” Pete’s own smile makes itself known and Mr. Kazansky’s smile tilts into a quirk of lips. “Don’t let it inflate your ego too much, kid.”

“Never, Sir. My ego is already big as is.”

They’re both laughing as he fishes two $100 bills out of his wallet. It’s more than expected for the short day of work and Pete thinks the man is in a generous mood today. He moves to stand in front of Pete and Pete is helpless to accept the crisp bills being pressed into his palm. Then Tom is winking at him.

“I think you deserve this for being so good with them today. And please, Pete?”

“Yes, Sir?”

Now that Mr. Kazansky is closer, Pete watches as his jaw jumps slightly and his eyes go a bit dark. It sends something dangerous shooting through his spine as he watches the older man.

“You can drop the honorifics already. I know Sarah has asked that you call her by her name and now I’m asking you to do the same. Tom is fine.”

“Yes, Sir,” Pete replies on autopilot, barely registering the words. “Shit, oh God, sorry. I mean Tom, Sir.”

His words are coming out fast and nervous sounding, but Mr. Kazan– Tom is just laughing and Pete is hit by the minty smell of chewing gum and an underlying scent of cigarette smoke. It’s all so intoxicating as Tom stands too close, practically sharing Pete’s space.

[dirtyvulture]

😎 Hello lovely people !!!!!!!!!! It is opening day for baseball , so I am just hanging out with my dad (baseball is my dad’s FAVORITE sport) and we have a tradition of hotdogs all day on opening day. Plus my nephew is VERY CLOSE , my sister has experience Braxton Hicks  ( false contractions/ false labor) soooo we are VERY EXCITED!!!!!!!!! I think this is cause for some silly little thoughts for both DK and SB AUs to celebrate.

I have talked about Wolvie enjoying sports before and how some of her kids would sit with her enjoying the game . Baseball was invented ( hugely believed) sometime in the 1850s , it became popular during the war ( civil war) and became America’s pass time when the league ( National) began in 1876( there was a bunch of other leagues and one of them started in 1867) . I think Wolvie really likes Baseball and even played it a bit during the war ( remember when the civil war was happening she was dressed as a man and fighting it as a soldier, not a nurse like all the other wars ) . She has watched opening day every year and eats hotdogs all day and of course she also drinks some beer too. Kit is from America ( he was from Texas and that became a state in 1845) but he disappeared from time in 1857 so he knows nothing about his own country’s pass time , R would be RANING to take him to a baseball game opening day and getting him and R beer and hotdogs ( telling him he has to part take in HIS country’s pastime and eat the traditional food too) . R has DEFINITELY delivered babies before, all throughout time ( as a nurse and before than too) . R is unfazed by it but she STILL gets so excited to meet new life and has always loved babies and children. She doesn’t talk about it but it affects her DEEPLY if she can’t save a baby or the mom for whatever reason ( she has lived through a time when birth complications were VERY REAL and common) . She gets sad and kinda shuts down a little bit for a while.

In the SB universe , ( I was talking with a friend of mine about this. But SB and their dad , didn’t have a …….. good relationship with their father let’s say) I think that opening day and just watching a baseball game in general was one of the ….. peaceful or pleasant experiences that SB and Sarah has with their dad. They (Sarah and SB ) watched opening day with their dad every year growing up , when they were separated and then when they made amends they continued watching opening day ( eating hotdogs and drinking beer of course) . Now that Sarah is married and has her son , SB has Nat ( and Yelena and Kate of course invites themselves along) it is just one great big house full of people for opening day , eating hotdogs and drinking beer ( Sarah’s son is obliviously getting baby food and drinks) . SB and Sarah wouldn’t trade it for the whole world. When Sarah was close to having her son SB was sooo excited and when Sarah had Braxton Hicks SB was just the EDGE OF THEIR SET !!!!!!

Ps I know that talked about Kit Morris a bit here but I have been talking to my friend ALOT so I don’t know what I have talked about here and what I talked about here . This takes place when Kit and R have reunited and are just generally hanging out. My sister is due April 10 so 12 ( give or take) days until my nephew is born!!!!!!!!!! Have a lovely day everyone.

This is a little late but I hope you had an excellent baseball viewing :)

Wolvie!R is super competitive, she definitely enjoyed watching playing sports throughout her life. And god forbid she ever tried to enter a hot dog eating contest, she would absolutely SMOKE the competition. :)

I think it would be so cute for all the different couples/families to get together and celebrate. :) I hope holiday parties are just the same.

Yayyy! Your nephew is almost here. 🥰

[alkeneshit]

I don't know if youre interested but here's my cool villain story

okay so i was binge watching breaking bad and the whole time i was like "jesse is so young and pure i love him so much oh god" and i was drawing fanarts of him and thought if i suddenly start hyperfixate on him only (it happens to me all the time i just become obsessed with one character and can't shut up). "oh no i hope I won't be obsessed with jesse and annoy my followers/friends/etc" - i think to myself. And i continue to watch and feed my obsession with him.

after some time i finish the show. and you know what. FOR SOME REASON, right after the finale... I just think "damn walt was a pretty good character actually". AND AFTER THAT MY HYPERFIXATION SWITCHES TO HIM.

AND I STILL CAN'T EXPLAIN WHY IT HAPPENED. Maybe i was just impressed by the last episode? Maybe i felt some kind of pity when he died? I don't know but... But then it became WORSE.

I started analysing walt and i found my worst qualities in him and i was like "holy shit we're so alike... we both are monsters and deserve to die... YUPPIIEEEE YUUPPIIEE 🥰"

And then i just became obsessed with walt and now I can't shut up about him. He is not even my type, but. But for some reason i just like him. Maybe i really want to get a cancer, do something illegal and then die peacefully. I d k.

Still can't believe how fast i switched my obsessions. It was so sudden and unexpected. I'm rewatching the show partly and now i enjoy scenes with walt. The first time i watched it i was like "☹️ ew evil old man" and now I'm "🥺 aw evil old man".

But 90% of Walt's fanbase are 40+ year old married men that hate their wives and like to drink beer every day idk. I literally don't fit any criteria. Why am i here 💀 just to suffer?

[supernaturalgirl20]

Blurred Lines

Pairings: Pero Tovar x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, oral (both receiving), PinV sex, angst, cursing because it Pero, enemies to lovers, brothers best friend, fluff, non-friends with benefits relationship, catching feelings.

Summary: Pero Tovar is an arrogant and rude ass who happens to also be your brothers best friend. You both hate each other but what happens when a night of drunken passion changes your dynamics? Can you really have a non-friends with benefits relationship without catching feelings?

A/N: a new Pero series you say?! Shouldn’t I be finishing off my other ones?! Yes to both 🙌 couldn’t get this idea outta my head so here we are. It’s a modern AU with our grumpy Spaniard. Thanks to Chloe @misspearly1 for listening to my crazy ideas 🥰 also let’s pretend the gif in my moodboard is Pero not Javi 😈

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

Sitting at the bar - whiskey in hand - you check your phone again for the third time. He’s an hour late. You’re being stood up, which isn’t surprising- it had seemed too good to be true. You didn’t have much hope in your love life these days, men were either only after one thing or wanted to marry straight away.

Downing your whiskey, you ordered another with a nod of your head towards the bartender. “All alone?” That voice! You would recognise it anywhere. Closing your eyes, you release a deep sigh before turning your head in his direction. “Very astute observation, Tovar. What gave it away?”

God, you hated him. He smirked at you as he took the stool beside you. Placing his glass of whiskey on the bar. At least he had good taste in drinks. His eyes trailed over your form quickly before he turned back to his drink. “Looks like you're dressed for a date! Stood up?”

“No! Just felt like a drink, it’s been a tough week. Not that it’s any of your business.” You turned your head towards him, subtly taking in his appearance. He was dressed in a blue button-down and grey slacks. His hair is a little more tame than usual. You preferred it shaggy looking.

He says nothing then, just sits with a smirk on his face and sips on his whiskey and you want to punch him in the face. “What are you even doing here? Don’t you have some poor naïve woman to fuck?”

“Someone sounds jealous.” You scoff as you down the rest of your drink, “in your dreams Tovar.” As you grab your bag and sling it over your shoulder, a beautiful blonde appears at Pero’s side. Of course! “Sorry, there was a que for the bathroom. Oh, who is this?” She says with a bright smile plastered onto her face. God, she was sweet too.

“No-one important. Anyways, it was a treat as always Tovar. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you at the engagement party this weekend, so until then.” His eyes follow you as you leave the bar and he releases a sigh as he downs his whiskey. “She’s pretty.”

“Yeah, pretty annoying. What?” He says to Sarah as she smirks at him. “You like her!” He laughs so hard he puts his hand to his stomach. “No, I don’t. The opposite actually.”

“Hmm Hmm. Keep telling yourself that…Tovar!” She says in a teasing tone as she makes her way back towards the group they came with. Pero remained seated at the bar, tension tight across his shoulders. His steely gaze moved towards where you stood outside, presumably waiting for an Uber. He clenched and unclenched his fists as irritation bubbled up inside him. Who the fuck was she meeting here tonight? And why did he fucking care?

***

Saturday night rolled around and you decided to wear a tight sparkly dress - who needs a man to look good? Arriving at your brother’s house, you walk straight into the kitchen to pour yourself a drink when you spot someone moving toward you. Oh for fuck sake! “Go away,” you say as you grab your glass of wine and move towards the terrace.

You could hear his heavy footsteps behind you and you turn around abruptly and point your finger at his chest. “What the fuck are you doing here? There is no way you were invited.” Jake stands tall, towering over you as he puffs out his chest. “Of course I was. You look…good.”

“Christ, will you give it a rest, Jake? Just leave, you're not welcome here.” You try to move around him but he stops you, slowly moving forward - pushing you back against a tree in the process. “Come on baby, I know you want me.”

“I did until I found you in bed with that blonde bimbo from the gym. Just leave Jake, it’s over.” His grip on your arm tightens and he’s hurting you. Suddenly he’s being pulled off you and Pero stand between you both - shielding you from Jake. “Did you no hear the girl; leave.

Jake utters a fuck you to Pero before turning and walking off. He turns around then, his eyes scanning you for any signs of distress and when he sees none - his face goes right back to his famous scowl. “I had it under control, and who are you calling a girl?”

Pero rolls his eyes, “that’s the thanks I get for saving you?” His eyes roam over your figure as subtly as he can. No, not a girl…a beautiful woman. Not that he’d ever admit that out loud.

“I didn’t need saving. Ugh, you are so infuriating. No wonder you're not married, who would put up with you?” He snorted out a laugh, “are you offering?”

“Hell no.” You push past him and make your way back inside, looking for your brother. Pero just stands staring after you, a scowl fixed onto his face again. Why did you have to fight him on everything?

***

“Ah there she is,” William says as he pulls you into him, hugging you tight. His eyes drift to something behind you - or rather someone - and you can feel his heat behind you. “Are you two at each other’s throats again? Why can’t you just get along?”

“I will get along with her amigo, when she stops behaving like a child.” You glare at him and William simply laughs beside you. “You two are are more alike than you think. Now, excuse me while I go find my fiancé.”

Pero is just standing there staring at you and you open your mouth to make a snarky comment when a beautiful red head appears at his side, looping her arm through his. Your stomach twists into knots at the sight. Oh god am I jealous?

His gaze is still focused on you and it suddenly becomes too much as you push past him, needing to be anywhere but here.

Pero watches with amusement as you storm off, Lexie tugging on his arm - bringing his attention to her. She was beautiful, sure, but she wasn’t you. “This is so boring. When can we leave?” He rolls his eyes before pulling his arm away. “You’re more than welcome to leave at any time, but I’m staying.”

He leaves her standing there, mouth agape as he moves through the crowd - his eyes scanning for you.

***

“For fuck sake.” That asshole wasn’t even looking where he was going, spilling red wine all over your expensive dress. With a groan you make your way upstairs towards the spare room.

You stand at the foot of the bed, dress in hand scrubbing the red wine stain. Of course this had to happen to you. A gasp leaves your lips as the door opens, revealing Pero. “Fuck, you scared the shit out of me.” His eyes are trailing along your exposed skin and you suddenly realise you're practically naked in front of him. You hold your dress against you, trying your best to hide from him.

“Get out Tovar.” He says nothing, and you move backwards into the bathroom when you hear the click of the door. Thank god he left. The hairs on your arm stand to attention as you feel his heat behind you. Looking up into the mirror you meet his heated gaze - his pupils blown wide in lust.

“Tovar what are you doing?I said get out.” He pushes himself against you and you can feel his hardened cock nestled against your ass. Fuck he’s huge! “You’d wanna watch that smart mouth of yours, Hermosa, or I’ll put it to better use.”

You gulp loudly as a shiver runs through you , the sound of his voice making your cunt flutter. His hands come to rest on your waist, his fingers digging into you. “Tovar…what are you doing?”

He turned you around to face him and you caught the faint smell of him - Cedarwood and whiskey - and it ignited a fire in the pit of your stomach. “Get on your knees.” Your skin pebbled with goosebumps at his commanding tone. “Make me.”

A devilish smirk played across his face and he grabbed onto your hair, pulling it back and tilting your head. “Did I stutter? On your knees.”

Dropping to your knees you begin to unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers, moving them down his hips. His thick cock springs free and it’s already leaking. You glance up at him coyly beneath your eyelashes before wrapping your fist around the base, pumping slowly.

Then, you work him into your mouth, inch by inch. A low, rough groan falls from his lips as you take him deeper. Then you drag your tongue along the base of his cock, swirling along the tip until he’s panting. His hands grab onto your hair as he moves his hips, thrusting into your mouth. “Mierda!”

He pulls you off him quickly and helps you stand, before turning you around and pushing you against the sink. Angling your hips just right, his hand finds your underwear and he rips them off.

“I bet I can make you beg for my cock, for me to make you come so hard you’ll be seeing stars.” You smirked at him, “I wouldn’t be so sure of myself if I were you, Tovar.”

He wrapped one hand around your throat and squeezed tight enough to cut the air for a few moments. Once he loosened his grip, you breathed in a sharp breath. Without warning he thrusts into you from behind and a scream of ecstasy passes your lips.

His pace is brutal as he pounds into you. He is fucking his frustrations away and you are loving every minute of it. You can feel that heat building in the pit of your stomach and just as you feel yourself about to come he slows his pace until he stops. “What…what are you doing? I was almost there.”

His breath is hot on your skin as he whispers into your ear, “I know. You’ll have to beg if you want to come.” You groan in frustration and he begins to pick up the pace again. He continues to bring you right to the edge four more times before stopping just as you’re about to come. I am not begging.

“Ready to beg? You know you want to.” He bites into the skin on your shoulder and you gasp. I’m so fucked. “Please!”

“Hmm, didn’t hear you. You’ll have to say it louder.” This fucking bastard. “Please Tovar….please I wanna come so bad…make me come.”

He begins pounding into you again and it doesn’t take long for your orgasm to build again. “Say my name.”

“Fuck Tovar.” He growls into your skin, “I said…say my name.”

“Pero…oh fuck…yes…just like that…” You come hard around him and he thrusts into twice more before he pulls out and comes all over your ass. His head rests against your shoulders as you both calm your racing hearts. You're brought back to reality by the sound of laughter outside the door. Oh fuck what have we done?

He cleans you up and you both dress in silence, eyes never meeting. He moves towards the door and reaches for the handle, before he turns his head towards you - his expression unreadable. “We’re not gonna speak about what just happened, ever.” Then he’s gone. Closing your eyes you let out a deep sigh. What the fuck have I done?

Part 2

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[pandoras-princess]

Turn Back In Time (Ronnie Kray x fem!reader)

*gif not mine//credit to the owner

A/N: Hellooo my lovelies! 🌸 Long time no speak I know. I’ve had a rough few months and stepped back from writing for a while. Buuut I’m back. I started writing this months ago and it somehow turned into 5k long and no where near the end so I’ve decided to split it into two parts. It’s an AU world in which Ronnie never went to prison and has instead been married to you for 5 years. I’ve been watching both Legend and The Krays (kemp brothers version) and the depiction/story of Frances really struck me, so I’ve decided to centre this fic around her and the impact the Kray’s had on her. I’ve kept some parts of the original plot from the movies, although following a different timeline, as I feel they’re key to Frances’ story but I’ve put a little twist on them. Happy Reading People’s! 🥳🥳 As always I appreciate every like, comment, reblog and follow so thank you so much for the love shown already on this blog 🥰🥰 feedback is always welcome 😌

Summary: Everyone has something to say about the Kray’s, but only you know the full story...

Pairing: Ronnie Kray x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, violence, blood

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“Serving as keeper of the Kray’s was an impossible feat. An impossible feat that always came as second nature to me. It wasn’t until Frances came along that I realised just how hard it really was.

She was a kind soul. As delicate as a dandelion swaying in the wind. A kind soul, but a troubled one nonetheless.

So often would the darkness take her. Wrapping her up in conflicted thoughts and shattered dreams. Reg didn’t make it any easier, dressing her up like a doll and parading her around for all the world to see. As soon as he slid that ring on her finger, she stopped being Frances Shea and became Reggie Kray’s wife...”

“Is that so?”

“Course it’s so. Sure as the day is long, that girl couldn’t handle being part of the Kray’s. It weren’t her fault mind, you had to be bloody barmy to put up with those two.”

“Are you calling yourself barmy, Mrs Kray?”

“Course I am. We’re all barmy really, till some man in a white coat says different. My dear Ronnie, God rest his soul, never suffered a dull moment that’s for sure. Another part of the Kray life Frances couldn’t handle. If you married Reg, you married Ron right along with him. Drove her mad it did, not that Reggie ever noticed. That’s what did it in the end, I think. Reggie never noticed...”

[Many years before]

“That’s it dear sit down, sit down. Ron get her that little stool- that’s the one. There you go, now you put your feet up and we’ll sort out the tea.”

You do as you’re told and rest your aching feet on the footstool provided, sinking back into the cushiony chair as everyone fusses over you. You’re now into your 20th week of pregnancy and every opportunity to put your feet up and relax is shamelessly exploited. It hasn’t exactly been plain sailing so far, but the time spent at home surrounded by the ones you love make up for it all.

Ron stands behind the chair, on guard for anyone that dare to touch you. Given the complications with the pregnancy Ronnie’s protectiveness had reached it’s peak or rather what you hoped was it’s peak. Despite your wilful protests it was now akin to signing a death warrant for anyone to get within a foot of you.

“Ronnie sit down! You’re putting me on edge!” you hiss.

Reluctantly he perches himself on the edge of the sofa, sticking his bottom lip out like a sulking child.

Rolling your eyes you turn your attention to Violet carrying in the tea and for the first time you notice the petite young woman standing in the doorway of the kitchen. Her hair is pruned to perfection and her clothes are as dainty as a dress up doll. With her big brown eyes and high cheek bones she is undeniably beautiful... but she is definitely new.

“Who’s this then?” You ask no one in particular. You’re quite surprised the two of you hadn’t been introduced yet.

“Oh, I’m Frances-”

“She’s with me.” Reggie cuts in and snakes an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his side. She smiles sheepishly in response and tucks a non existent strand of hair behind her ear. You don’t miss the look of disapproval from Violet.

“Well then... nice to meet you.” You offer her a polite smile and decide to stop asking questions.

After an hour or so you’re feeling much more tired than you would’ve liked. One look at your face tells Ron the same thing and he is soon helping you into your coat and saying his goodbyes. It’s a short ride back to the flat but you can barely keep your eyes open, settling for resting your head on the cool windowpane as Ronnie’s hand finds your thigh.

The next thing you know he’s waking you up and helping you out. Once inside you waste no time and head straight to bed, clambering in as Ronnie makes you both tea. By the time he brings it up you’re snoring softly into the pillows. So, with a shrug of his shoulders, he strips down to his boxers and climbs in next to you. His arm settles around your ever-growing bump as your sleeping form curls into his side. Stroking it absentmindedly, a smile spreads across his lips. Images of your daughter-to-be dance through his mind, whirling and dipping perfectly in sync.

Would she have your hair? Wild curls the colour of burnt oranges and fallen leaves of autumn. Or would she have his? Smooth and silky... but boring old chocolate brown. Would hazel eyes come through? Or would she defy all odds with irises the colour of the deep blue sea? The excitement is intoxicating and the possibilities endless as they go bouncing about his head.

You were carrying a girl, he was sure of it. Everyone else says as much and he’d be lying if he said that isn’t exactly what he’s hoping for.

The comfort of your embrace wraps itself around him like a warm fluffy blanket and he is quickly lulled off to sleep.

You spend most of the next few weeks like that. You in bed, Ron joining you in between meetings and nights at the club. Soon enough though there are more good days than bad and you often find yourself strong enough to relax at Violet’s while the boys go about their business.

Today Ronnie had vowed to stay firmly by your side, supposedly irked by the ‘funny look in your eye and pale skin’ as he so elegantly put it. You sit nestled between him and Violet at the kitchen table while Frances busies herself with making the tea.

“This is so kind of you” Violet gushes. “A real treat, isn’t it?”

“Mm lovely yeah.”

You notice the complexion of the hot liquid as soon as she starts pouring it and wince for what’s surely coming next.

“Oh. No, no, Frances no, that won’t do. That won’t do at all. You go and sit with Mr Kray and I’ll sort it out.” Violet’s tone is dripping in disappointment and her face says it all...

Frances would never be good enough for her little Reggie.

She rushes off into the front room and hides herself away on the chair, oblivious to Mr Kray’s presence. Your heart went out to her; it’s not easy making your way into the Kray family. 

“She can’t even make a decent cup of tea!”

“Yeah, poor Reggie, ay? It was a good effort.” Ronnie snipes, quite obviously loud enough for Frances to hear.

“Ron!” Your palm connects with his bicep and his lips part in protest but the murderous glare overtaking your features stops him dead in his tracks. “Don’t be so rude!”

“Go easy on him Y/N, he’s only stating the obvious...”

“She looks like a budgie in that dress, don’t she?” Ronnie chooses to ignore the daggers you’re shooting at him, clearly egged on by his mother’s reassurance.

“The rag-and-bone man wouldn’t pick her up if she was laying in the gutter!” Violet chuckles.

“No... oh well, Poor Reggie. I shall, um, I shall flush that.”

The mockery proves too much and Frances leaves without saying another word, the slam of the front door casting a stunned silence over the room. Staring at the now empty seat, you can’t say you blame her. Ron’s tongue was razor sharp to the untrained ear and could slice open the toughest of souls in no time at all. Violet’s could be far worse, the apple having fallen none too far from that particular tree. 

Rumour has it she ran all the way home that day, rushing down the roads and stopping for no one on her way. You can’t say how true that rumour is, but more often than not the feet take on what the heart finds too much to bear.

The weeks roll by and before you know it you’ve passed 7 months. With only a couple of months left until the baby arrives, it should be a joyous time for you all. But disaster had struck, as it so often did in the chaotic gangland of the East End. Reggie’d been collared for an old warrant, the judge denied his appeal and he was to spend the last 6 months of it behind bars. He was ordered to surrender the next morning.

What should’ve been happy days quickly became solemn and with Reggie gone it was clear Frances was never going to be accepted into the family.

Spending so much time lounging in the cushiony chair you’ve laid claim to and walking the streets aimlessly for a scrap of relief as the baby makes a boxing ring out of your womb means you pick up on the things that go unmentioned by everyone else.

Frances is not happy. In fact, she’s miserable and in no way enthusiastic for the life she’d unknowingly signed up for. Reggie’s constant absence is taking its toll on the fragile woman and you aren’t sure how much more her shoulders can carry. In the months that have passed since your introduction she’s like a whole new person, in the worst way possible.

One evening you’re nestled beneath a number of blankets, engrossed in the copy of Moby Dick you’ve read a thousand times before when Ronnie comes home. He pours himself a whiskey and settles into the seat beside you bringing your legs to rest on his lap.

“Guess who I bumped into today?” He asks, completely disregarding the item already occupying your attention.

“Who?” 

“Good old Frances.” 

“Oh! How is she...?” 

“I don’t actually know. I shouldn’t think too well though. You see I told her- and before you say anything it’s fucking true -I told her that she’s turned into a ghost, right before our eyes. Now don’t give me that look love because with the right kind of lighting I’d be able to see through her clearer than a butchers window.” 

“You did not say that to her?!”

“I absolutely fucking did. Somebody had to tell her and it wasn’t very well going to be you or Reggie now was it.” 

“You can’t go around saying things like that to people, they don’t tend to like it very much.”

“Princess, I don’t give a fuck what other people like. Not a single fuck in the world.”

“Don’t you think she’s sad enough already Ron? She doesn’t need you rubbing salt into the wound.”

“What I think about that right, is that Frances is so sad she doesn’t actually know what sad feels like anymore.”

While you’re not a fan of Ronnie’s way of going about things, you find it hard to disagree with him on that one.

That night laying awake in bed it isn’t the baby keeping you from sleep. Images of Frances flash through your mind and as you nibble away at your bottom lip they show no signs of stopping. With an exasperated sigh you roll yourself out of bed, the shift in weight proving more than enough to wake your sleeping husband.

“Are you okay? Is it the baby?” He asks, voice laced with concern.

“I’m fine, the baby’s fine. I just can’t sleep. Help me with this please.”

Moving behind you he takes hold of the dressing gown you’re battling with and untangles it. Within seconds he’s holding it out for you.

Mumbling a quick ‘bastard’ you slide your arms into it and secure the belt around you. Ronnie chuckles, amused by your childlike frustration and draws you into his arms. His large hands settle over yours on your bump and he begins swaying the two of you from side to side.

“What’s up love? What is bothering you?”

“Frances.”

The swaying stops and he spins you around to face him, confusion etched onto his features.

“Frances? Has she done something? Or said something? I won’t be having that. It’s not on. Not on at all. You are a pregnant woman- my pregnant woman -I won’t be having her do anything untoward-”

“Ron stop. Stop- stop it’s okay.” Spluttering through your giggles you attempt to shut him up long enough to explain. “She hasn’t done anything to me. I’m just worried about her.”

“Worried about her? We’re all worried about her. It’s not any of our business.”

“Reggie loves her and that makes it our business. You said yourself she’s turning into a ghost. How can I sit back and watch? Just watch her fade away into the background without doing anything at all?”

“That’s easy love, you don’t watch her.”

“Ron!” You groan. “Be serious.”

“Look Y/N, you’re weeks away from giving birth, Reggie’s inside and I’m losing my fucking mind. You’ve got enough on your plate without worrying about her worries n’all. Focus on you and the baby and let Reggie worry about the sanity of his woman, yeah?”

“Reggie isn’t here to worry about her and I can’t very well ignore it and do nothing Ron. It’s not right!”

“What do you suppose we do about it then love? Invite her to move in? Tell you what she can share the cot with the baby how about that.”

“Oh stop it. I don’t know what, I haven’t gotten that far yet. I do know that I’m going to do something, before it’s too late to do anything at all...”

Your plans to save the day are very quickly derailed when it becomes apparent Frances isn’t the only one lost without Reggie around. Ron is completely distraught without his twin by his side and his grip on reality loosens that bit more with every day that passes. You’re sure he’s stopped taking his medication. Heavily pregnant, you don’t have the energy to run around after him so you manage his moods as best you can when you’re with him and pray to the high heaven’s for anyone unlucky enough to cross his path when you aren’t.

Those prayers weren’t to be answered.

A few days later you’re dozing in bed when three sharp knocks shake you from your sleep. As you slowly make your way to the door the three sharp knocks sound again.

“Alright alright keep your hair on I’m coming!”

Cranky and half asleep, you fail to hide how much of an unpleasant surprise it is to find Lesley Payne on the doorstep.

“Ronnie’s not here.” You quip, hoping to end the conversation before it had even started.

“I know Ronnie’s not here. I’ve come to speak to you.” His voice is a mixture of anger and panic, his suit entirely disheveled. Tufts of hair stick up on his head suggesting he’d spent quite a lot of time pulling at it.

“What could you possibly have to say to me?”

His eyes dart around the surrounding houses and scattered neighbours along the street. “Let me in and I’ll tell you.”

Growing increasingly agitated by his elusive behaviour you grit your teeth and fold your arms over your chest.

“I don’t think so. What do you want? Ronnie would have your head on a stick if he knew you were here. I’m half tempted to tell him.” 

“I’m here to tell you your husband has lost the fucking plot love. He wants me to take money out of the casino to fund some fucking pipe dream in Africa. I had him in my office today shouting the odds and throwing his weight around. Not only that he’s scaring away every customer half worth serving at the barn. I came here to warn you. He is dangerous. Put him on a tight leash and sharpish before he does damage that can’t be undone.”

Not giving you the chance to reply Payne mutters a quick goodbye and scurries off down the street. His body is hunched over his briefcase, which is held tight against his chest.

‘He’s obviously scared of something.’

You have no doubt that something is indeed Ronnie...

[animeomegas]

Hi! I love your writing on here and just have one thing to ask.

How do you think Kakashi and itachi (separate) would react if the reader revealed they're a God/goddess?

Thank you! And please keep posting it makes my day! 🥰 You are wonderfully Awesome ❤❤

Hey!! Thanks so much!! You're so sweet!! @theglitchponysblog

I'm not really sure how to answer this in my normal hc form honestly, because it would be wildly out there for someone's partner to claim god status suddenly. But it did remind me of a dream I had once, so I will share the dream with you!

Basically, in the dream, all the different countries in the Naruto world all had a different patron god/goddess. Each different deity asked for different things as payment for supporting the country, so the Hokage would basically do anything if it meant they had the deity on their side, otherwise it could mean disaster.

Konoha's deity demanded a sacrifice of one person every ten years. They would communicate to the Hokage some kind of criteria, like black hair, and then the Hokage would round up everyone with black hair in Konoha and put them all in a massive room that was like a lecture theatre where the deity would come down and choose a sacrifice.

In my dream, the deity had only specified 'male', so the Hokage put every adult man in the lecture theatre.

Then, the deity would have cards, some green, some orange and one red one.

The deity would first go round and hand out the orange and the green cards. Getting a green card from the deity meant you could leave straight away, getting an orange card meant you had to stay seated.

When only orange cards remained, the deity would assess each of them and hand the chosen sacrifice a red card. The rest of the orange cards and the Hokage would leave.

What the people didn't know though, is that the sacrifice doesn't die, they stay with the deity in the palace as a companion because they were lonely.

Itachi was chosen in my dream, and he ended up marrying the deity and coming back down to see his family a year later because he asked for that and the deity granted biyearly visits.

So, that was my dream haha. That's the AU my brain created while unconscious! Sorry it wasn't exactly your request, but I hope you had fun reading it regardless haha

[mishervellous]

do you have any fluffy married Gallavich headcanon? 🥰

anon! I sure do!!

so we all agree that Ian is a mushy sappy mess right? right. and Mickey agrees too! and once they buy their first house it gets worse and worse with the guy, and his romantic shenanigans: every morning, Ian does this tooth-rotting largesse of leaving mickey sweet post-it notes on their brand new fridge, ranging from dumb garden puns (did you know that they have their own private garden now? Ian would love to tell you all about that) to cheesy rom-com quotes about better halves and box of chocolates—and don’t get him wrong, Mickey doesn’t mind it. at least for the most part. it’s just—he’s not used to this shit. being romantic, and domestic, and having the freedom to just be with his husband and his organic greens and his highlighter yellow sticky papers. he, you know, he has nightmares sometimes (he’d never tell you that) and seeing those heartfelt notes plastered where everyone—everyone—can see them? it makes him mad sometimes. old self-preservation dies hard. but they’re safe now, right? Ian reminds him that from time to time. sometimes, Ian also rolls his eyes when he does, other times he’s borderline screaming those words. they’re safe. still, when Ian asks why doesn’t he ever do something romantic like that for him in return, Mickey’s the one to roll his eyes. he’s ever fucking been the romantic type. he gets it, they ain’t fucking in a freon walk-in freezer anymore, but c’mon. this fucking annoying giant ginger should know better. but then again, this fucking annoying giant ginger is his husband. he’s the guy that famously never gave up on him, so how can Mickey really expect him to do so now? now that they’re safe. now that they’re free. so he actually thinks of something one friday morning. Ian’s latest post-it note just exudes pettiness, “do the laundry, romantically. asshole” it says. it makes Mickey snort—as he peels the paper square away from the stainless steel he shakes his head, and god does he love this dumbass. he loves him so much, in fact, that maybe what feels like an unnecessary grandiose gesture to Mickey might just be what Ian makes it out to be: just a cheesy, heartfelt scribble on a post-it note. and so he thinks, and thinks, and tosses away more paper than his now environmentally conscious husband would like before settling upon something. “you’re acting weird” Ian says as they’re getting ready to go to bed that same night, “you’ve been acting weird all day.” but Mickey doesn’t answer. he just shrugs, like the yellow paper in his nightstand isn’t burning a hole in his brain. “are you plotting something?” Mickey laughs. god, does he loves his husband. “wouldn’t you like to know, red.”

so when Ian wakes up one saturday morning, Mickey’s not there. it’s definitely weird, but not enough to sound any alarms. he goes down to the kitchen, one of those fancy looking ones that kinda reminds him of an Ikea display during the holidays—they’re homeowners now, his husband and him, did you know?—and he doesn’t remember leaving a post-it note before going to bed, but nevertheless there one is, planted on the reflective silver surface of their fridge, crooked. he has to read it a couple of times over in order for those word to sink in, both because his eyes are still foggy from sleep, and because they’re kinda, sorta fogging up right now with the mounting sting of tears fueled by a stubborn burner crackling right behind his eyes. as he reads it, again and again, he hopes to one day believe in some god with enough conviction, and with enough assuredness that they have all the answers, to ask them what he did in this life or the one before it to deserve a man like Mickey by his side.

[jonesyjonesyjonesy]

Hi! I'm currently writing a kinda weird fanfic that has a lot of Led Zeppelin influence. I'm a Jimmy fan but I really want to come at the story with some personality, perspective, and quirks of everyone. Of course, "I know" more about Jimjam. I was hoping you could give me some insight or advice about how to get more of Jonesy into my story. I've kinda already made a blunder in my rush of the intro because I really love writing and it's been a while, lol. Any help is appreciated, and thank you 😊

Oh 🥰 I could wax poetic on Mr. Jones all day! But I don't want to inundate you with too much that might not be helpful to you and your purposes.

He can be elusive when writing because he is just that: elusive.

If Zeppelin is light and shade, you can also see it as positive and negative space. And Jonesy fills in those cracks both musically and with his personality. He is the negative space and the trick with negative space is that it works by not being obvious. That's sort of the bass function in a 4-piece rock band and why it's so easily looked over by lots of casual music listeners (*ahem* plebians*).

I think that's a good way to start contextualizing him, especially if you're looking to contour your story with his presence. I doubt you have made a blunder, truly. After all, we are just working off of these "characters" who happen to be living, breathing individuals.

Here are just a few elements that I find fun when playing with Jonesy while writing:

Humor - He's both the master of dry humor and dad jokes. He gives me the impression that if he's the only one who laughs at the joke, it's still a good joke (i.e. telling people "star" backwards is "rats"...like okay king...). He doesn't say more than he needs to.

Perspective - Inherently, from his instrument and again, this idea of negative space, he is a watcher and a listener. He is perceptive and he probably sees and knows a lot more than he lets on. Unless he chooses to be oblivious to something. He is an only child and, as an only child myself, you become a watcher and pick up on a lot about how people act very quickly.

Ego - He's a cocky bastard. He knows he's talented and he isn't afraid to let anyone know he's talented, but he isn't bragadocious about it. It's very matter of fact. He's sees it as a tenant of who he is, an indisputable truth and consequently, can come off as acting superior or snobbish. He knows his job in the band, but he's still going to wear the glitter pants. The man isn't afraid to stand out, but he's not going to beg for it.

Loyalty - Romantically and professionally, he's a very loyal person. Now look, the man isn't a saint, I'm not here to purport such things, but there's something to be said that he's been married to his wife since the 60s. He's been quoted calling her his best friend on several occasions. Whatever they got, it worked. And there are multiple accounts of him getting ACTIVELY angry to the point of threatening violence when Zeppelin or its member's integrity and talent were questioned (if he would actually follow through, I don't believe he's got that chutzpah). If you look at his relationship with Bonzo, he'll always say he was the greatest drummer he ever worked with (Dave Grohl being the second greatest). His exclusion from the 90s projects, regardless of motivation for it, was deeply impactful for him. Zeppelin the monolith is more important to him than being a member of Zeppelin. In more modern contexts, he returns to his well of collaborators often.

DEAR GOD. THIS WASN'T CONCISE OR ANYTHING AT ALL. On a more fun fact note -

Enjoys reading and being in nature

is not terribly interested in flaunting wealth

the daddliest dad (daughter Jacinda helped him with lyrics for Scream For Help)

has been quoted saying "I like strong women" so i mean i'm pretty much deceased

his middle name is NOT Richard even though it says so on Wikipedia. There is an interview where he says he has no middle name.

is pretty private about his personal life

IS A PESCETARIAN AND HAS BEEN SINCE THE 70s

has extremely eclectic music taste but that's a given

...too much? Too little? Let me know if you need more my dear. I'm tagging @kyunisixx in case she'd like to add anything to this extensive list of traits (but perhaps that's overkill)

me talking and then realizing i've said way too much

happy writing dearest! may all your john paul jones dreams come true!

[queen--kenobi]

Oh my gosh! Congrats on the followers. You deserve all of that and more. 🥰 Just took some time to skim the prompts and two really stuck out to me so I'm gonna give you both and see if either resonates with you or sparks an idea. So I have 50) "My ex is getting married, I just got the invitation." "Want me to fuck you in front of them at their wedding, remind them that letting you go was a mistake?" with HAC Boba OR the soft prompt of "I know it's 2am, but do you want to..." with College Fives? Again, congrats and hope you have a wonderful week. 😘

Persephone's 1.5 K celebration’

jglsjfl Both of these inspired me!!! I'm gonna do the Fives one for a change of pace! I might circle back around to the Boba one, honestly

"I know it's 2 am, but do you want to..." with College AU Fives x gn!reader

Warnings: Talks of marriage, but that’s really it

“You’re hot.” One of your legs is sticking out from under the cheap covers, yet the warmth radiating from your space heater of a boyfriend is still too much.

“It’s because I work out.” Fives smiles into the back of your head. It takes you a moment to register what he means by that. You swat uselessly at his arm, which makes him laugh. “Come on, you’ve seen my abs. You know those are my best feature.”

“I thought you’d say your arms, Mr. I-bench-555-pounds.” The sheets rustle as you reach around and poke him in the side. He lets out an exaggerated yelp. “Oh hush.”

“You hurt me.” He has the audacity to whimper. The cheap dorm bed creaks as you roll over to face him. He’s clearly not hurt in the slightest, his barely concealed grin giving him away. You narrow your eyes at him, unconvinced, before poking him in the side again. Fives let out an even more exaggerated yelp. You try not to, you really do, but you can’t help the small giggles that escape you.

“Oh, so not only did you hurt me, you’re laughing at the fact you hurt me?” If you weren’t wrapped up in his arms, he would have slapped his chest.

“Yes.”

“You’re a cruel partner, you know that?” When you lean forward to kiss his nose, he throws his head back and away so you can’t. Fives flicks his eyes down to look at you. The warmth and sheer adoration in his expression causes a slow smile to creep across your face. Something warm in your stomach flutters. It’s the same warmth that makes you laugh at a joke that’s only somewhat funny. It’s the same feeling that you get when he stares at his textbooks, brow furrow in a way you’re pretty sure you only find adorable. It’s the same sensation that makes you want to hold his face and kiss him as hard as you can.

God.

Being this in love is scary. It's not a fear of rejection. You know he loves you; he knows you love him. The two of you aren't exactly shy with your affections. Fives likes to almost make it a game. Once or twice he's burst into song declaring how much he loves you.

No, what's scary is the sheer depth of your love for him.

Fives is your world. He’s your rock, your best friend, your everything. Three years ago, that would have been inconceivable. The two of you could barely be in the same classroom. Now, here you are, sleeping in the same bed as him. No sex, no drugs, no alcohol involved in this decision. The only factor was simply that you wanted to see him, to be close to him.

It continually blows you away how he feels the same.

It’s obvious he does. Every little gesture, from bringing you your favorite off-campus food when you’ve had a shit day to working with you on a paper, lets you know that. He adores you. Several members of Torrent company have asked him when he’ll just ask to marry you. He’s shared each time with you, and it’s been fun teasing his fraternity brothers back.

You’re pretty sure there was a fight one day about who would get to be in the groom’s party. The only answer everyone agreed with was that Echo had to be the best man. One night while drunk Fives had even confirmed as much, confessing that he’d do whatever it took to make sure that Echo could be there.

“I know it’s 2 am,” Fives begins. You look up at him. His tongue darts out to lick his lips. “But do you want to...”

He trails off for a second. You huff softly.

“I swear, if you ask me if I want to play video games, I'll-"

“Do you want to get married?” He interrupts you.

Oh.

“It’s fine if you don’t.” He’s quick to blurt out. You must have been silent too long, trying to wrap your head around what he just asked. “I know this is the wrong time to ask, and I probably should have just kept my mou-”

It’s your turn to interrupt him. You nearly lunge forward to capture his lips with yours. Fives freezes for a second before melting into the kiss. He pulls you closer, nearly squeezing you as hard as he can as he tries to pull you as humanly close to him as possible.

“Yes.” You breathe when you pull away. “I do. Not... Not tonight. I think your brothers would be mad if we eloped, but... I do want to get married.” You pause before giggling. "I'm not even sure we could find someone willing to do it this late."

Fives brow crinkles at the mention of his brothers.

“Shit, I totally forgot. I was going to have Jesse and Kix help me with the proposal.” He dips his head down to bury his face in your clavicle. “I also told Echo I wouldn’t be impulsive about it.”

“Jesse and Kix?” You raise an eyebrow. “You were really going to do something romantic, huh.”

“I was.” He confirms. His goatee tickles as he nods his head.

“You can still do it.” Absentmindedly, you rub a circle on his back. “I’ll act all surprised and like I haven’t already said yes.”

“I knew I loved you for a reason!” He starts smothering you in kisses, making you laugh despite your best efforts.

If Kix and Jesse don't buy your surprise when Fives drops down on one knee a couple weeks later, neither of them say anything. You're pretty sure no one in Torrent buys it, but that doesn't matter. Not when Fives is yours, and you're his.

Tags: @darkrisedivine @ashotofspotchka @milf-obi-wan-kenobi @k-the-enkryptid @aerynwrites @galacticgraffiti @thefact0rygirl @book-of-baba-fett

[sitp-recs]

hi! do you know any fics with pining!harry and he thinks his feelings are unrequited? just wanna read something angsty with a hea! thanks 🥰

Hello! Hmmm I don’t read fics that hint strongly on unrequited, but I do love myself a sweet pining Harry. Good food! I hope you enjoy these :)

Nothing compares by @maesterchill (T, 3k)

Working in the International Auror division doesn't exactly lend itself to Harry finding love or having any sort of relationship, what with all the unsociable hours and catching bad guys and never being in one location for more than a few days. Not to mention the permanent fixture of his partner, Malfoy.

Hourglass Heart by @bixgirl1 (2019, E, 5k)

It only happened once — depending on how Harry counted.

War Games by @wellhalesbells (2013, E, 7k)

She’d lowered her hand to pat his knee and said with heavy sympathy, “Oh Harry.” Harry thinks that pretty much sums things up.

Poppiholla by @moonflower-rose (2021, M, 12k)

Harry had accepted that he would pine silently for Malfoy forever, but one, humid summer might change that.

Voices From The Fog by @noeeon (2010, E, 13k)

After years of running away, Harry crosses paths with an all-too familiar face and follows him to Amsterdam.

Take the Moon by @tackytigerfic (2022, M, 15k)

Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one.

Mixed Drinks and Crossed Wires by @korlaena (2018, E, 16k)

Draco is a handsy drunk. Harry is okay with it, really. They’re friends, so it doesn’t mean anything.

Don't Stop It Before It Begins by mischieviolet (2018, M, 19k)

“I don’t understand how this is of any concern to you, Malfoy,” Harry said, crossing his arms over his chest. Draco blinked at the use of his last name, something that Harry only used with him in jest these days. “I’m merely spending time with my Auror partner, who is from another country, and has no one here. I would do the same if it were you.”

With Great Yawns and Stretchings by sugar_screw (2016, T, 22k)

The coffee is very good. Really. And the cats are so cute. That's why Harry goes so often.

I Bet That You Look Good on the Dancefloor by birdsofshore (2015, E, 28k)

Harry felt lit up from inside as soon as he entered the bar. There were blokes dancing together, their bodies close to one another, not keeping a wary distance as Harry was always careful to do when he was near another man. God, he wanted this – wanted it so much he could taste it, a metallic tang of heat and desire. He suspected nothing would ever be the same again – especially when he saw who else was in the room.

Us, in Lieu by Tepre (2019, E, 29k)

Teddy needs help and Harry needs funding. Draco sits in the other room and plays the piano.

Potential Gravity by @lol-zeitgeistic (2014, E, 32k)

Draco is not good at Cards Against Humanity, but Harry’s not good at being human, so it all works out. Except for the explosions. And Harry’s inability to live when Draco’s not around. The one with Beirut and video games.

Friends? Is That What We Are? by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (2020, E, 33k)

What the hell is Harry even supposed to do when he finally realises that he loves Draco? He's an idiot and it takes him a while but he gets there. They get there.

On Your Shore by @xanthippe74 (2020, M, 35k)

Clearing out a remote house full of cursed collectibles in the Outer Hebrides? Not a problem for an experienced curse breaker like Harry Potter. Spending a week with the straight, happily-married man that he’s starting to have feelings for? And sharing a bed with him at night? Surely Harry can handle that, too. But both the house and Draco Malfoy have secrets to uncover, and Harry might be in deeper water than he thought.

What Dreams May Come by firethesound (2020, E, 36k)

If Harry had to get called into work on his day off, at least he was able to get Malfoy called in too.

The Vanishing Department by @dictacontrion (2014, E, 47k)

The things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, even if that involves a lot more form-filling, bickering, covert glancing, miscommunication, and flying furniture than we might expect.

Here's The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout (2013, M, 49k)

Harry thinks "Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?" is a much simpler question than, "Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don't, what will you do?"

Take the Air by dysonrules (2018, E, 51k)

Someone or something is attacking Muggles and leaving them for dead. Auror Harry Potter is assigned to the case, but with his usual partner unavailable, he is stuck with the most annoying Auror ever to walk the halls of the Ministry.

Modern Love by @tackytigerfic (2020, E, 61k)

Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is.

Running on Air by eleventy7 (2014, T, 75k)

Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.

Azoth by zeitgeistic (2013, E, 88k)

Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care.

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) by nerakrose and dustmouth (2018, T, 96k)

Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.

Save the Date by @mallstars (2023, E, 123k)

In the twelve years after the war, Harry attends sixteen weddings. As friends and acquaintances vow their lives to one another, he watches quietly from the sidelines. Step by step, Harry pieces himself back together, builds a life from the wreckage of his past and falls, slowly and thoroughly, for Draco Malfoy.

What We Pretend We Can't See by gyzym (2017, M, 131k)

Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.

Can't Sit Still by wilteddaisy (2018, E, 193k)

Five years after the war, Harry finds himself drawn to Draco Malfoy by memories that aren't his own.

A Secondary Education by Thunderbird587 (2018, E, 234k)

Fleeing the aftermath of his recent divorce, Draco Malfoy takes up a post as the new Potions Master at Hogwarts. At first he believes his hopes for a fresh start are dashed when he sees that a certain boyhood rival is on staff there as well. But Harry Potter is being weirdly nice to him, leaving Draco no choice but to play along.

Turn by Saras_Girl (2013, E, 306k)

One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.

[theflyingfeeling]

I can't have your queue empty... I love your writing too much! How about a spy AU? I'm curious who you choose for the hero and who for the villan :)

Thank you!! 🥰

I think this needs to be tackled by first deciding which one of the guys would make the least shitty spy 😆 The more or less obvious answer here is Aleksi, because Tommi's tall figure would attract too much attention, and the other four are just too chaotic for a job like this. Furthermore, I'm afraid the question of the "hero" and the "villain" is not quite as simple.. 😇

First of all, instead of a spy, Tommi is spy!Aleksi's chauffeur, because of course he is 👨‍✈️

And I hope y'all appreciate how hard I'm trying NOT to make Tommi a very unprofessional chauffeur, the kinda who's secretly in love with the spy he drives around, always fearing each time Aleksi leaves the car would be the last.. 😥

Aleksi's target? The rich-as-fuck inheritor of the infamous Porko dynasty, who is believed to be leading a world-wide money-laundering business

Aleksi reports to NI6, the head of the Secret BC Service, who is not in love with anyone except for his cat maybe, but he may hold a personal grudge against Porko from that one time they hooked up years ago and Porko gave him the wrong phone number 😒

Mind you, Joonas gave the wrong number purely by accident, and despite being a married man nowadays, he sometimes still wonders what happened to that green-eyed guy with amazing handiwork..

Speaking of marriage, Joonas is happy to be able to provide luxury for his trophy husband Olli and their little poodle called Princess 🐩

Olli is not interested in the business Joonas' family gets their money from as much as he is in interior design, holding yoga classes at his own studio and taking long walks with Princess. It is on one of those walks when Olli runs into a very nice man with a very cute dachshund 😍

Olli can't help but notice how the nice man keeps minding his back whenever he crouches to pick up the dachshund's droppings or to fix the leash and recommends him a class on his yoga studio 🧘‍♂️

"Why, I just might!" Aleksi says. Getting into Porko's inner circle seems to be easier than Aleksi thought...

NI6 to Aleksi after his first yoga class: "You are my best agent and I adore you, but please, for the love of god, mute the microphone the next time you're getting busy in the bedroom with someone"

..When really Olli had just been helping Aleksi into a Prasarita Padottanasana 🤭

One of the many sources of income for Joonas that Olli certainly knows nothing about is the penthouse apartment Joonas is renting to a certain someone. Joonas actually has numerous investment homes around the city, but he doesn't buy pretty lacy things to all of his tenants 🖤

And Joel for one doesn't mind being a wealthy businessman's secret lover if he gets to live in a gorgeous studio apartment practically for half its price. The blowjobs are only another perk of the arrangement, and he really does care about Joonas as much as he believes Joonas cares about him

After two weeks of yoga classes and dog dates, Aleksi realises that Olli really doesn't have a clue about Joonas' shady businesses. Thus, he has to take matters in his own hands 🧐

"Is you husband often away for work?"

(No, he's often away to sleep with his lover, and on some level Olli has guessed this by now, but he hates conflicts so he lets Joonas do what he needs to do if it keeps him happy)

"Yes, quite 🥺" Olli confesses. "Days, sometimes weeks at a time! 🤧"

"Nawwww," Aleksi says, reaching his hand to touch Olli's over the table (they have started to have glasses of wine at the Porko mansion after the yoga). "You must be lonely, all alone in a big house like this.."

And, well, I'm not going into detail, but that particular night Olli wasn't lonely and all alone in that big house of his.. 😏

One night, Olli wakes up and hears noises coming from somewhere in the house. Aleksi is nowhere to be seen, and why is there a light in Joonas' private study? 🤨

Caught in the act, Aleksi figures he has no choice but to tell Olli the truth, hoping Olli would have his own reasons to bring his husband down. Aleksi is taking a gamble for sure, but tonight he seems to be in luck, and not only in the bedroom 🤝

"Aleksi," NI6 says pinching the bridge of his nose, "we simply can't just hire any pretty boy as an agent, they need to be trained."

"I promise I'll train him myself, Niko, please! I know what I'm doing!" Aleksi pleads, like a child asking a parent if he can keep the stray dog he found

Tommi, having witnessed the whole affair from the sidelines, is not at all sure Aleksi knows what he's doing 😑

Meanwhile in the penthouse apartment, Joonas and Joel are planning to run away to some far-out (tax) paradise.. 🌅

Plotlines from hence forth include 1) Aleksi teaching Olli to use all the cool spy gadgets (and they even take great joy dressing up their dogs as secret agents; they look super dashing in their tuxes! 😍), 2) Tommi being unhappy about the amount of dog hair in his car, 3) Joonas' businesses backfire and one night he appears at Joel's door with packed suitcases and two one-way plane tickets, 4) Aleksi and Olli following J&J to an exotic holiday resort to finally get them both, 5) NI6 having to kept reminding his two agents they are not on a honeymoon and finally getting up on the plane himself to get the job done

But is Joel "just" a mistress? Is his role in all of this bigger than everyone (even Joonas) originally assumed? Could he be the codename Dark Lord the Secret BC Service has been after for years? And what's up with all those mysterious engine troubles Aleksi and Olli have been experiencing with their Jeep ever since they arrived? 🤔 It's a shame the chauffeur had to stay behind, he for sure would have known what's wrong with the engine...

[v-hope]

i am. in literal. shambles.

just a heads up, many typos comin thru.

n e ways. i LOVE u omg im not kidding. pls marry me.

HOW DID U EVEN COME UP W THE IDEA OF BELONG?!?!? LIKE- sis udek how attached i am to this fic!!

as ive said many times before i relate w yn sO SO MUCH... so reading belong gives me so much hope that one day ill have everyth figured out in my life too.. dk how.. but i will.. just like belong!yn

and this fic is so so wholesome... a guy who hated yn's entire existence ended up falling so so hard that he ends up having a family w her i mean????? i dont have words to express how much i love this

its the first series i got into, the first smau i ever read bc for THE LOVE OF GOD i couldnt find a good smau before this?!?! and as ive said this multiple times, i love how positive yo blog is, i love how u share lil things w us :D and how are aLL yo fics just super great maAM😭💕💕i love reading anyth signed by v-hope😌

but anyways. epilogue. 2.0. i still remember how i had a dream once of belong couple having a baby and i told u and i was like i needit so i mean.. i cred myself for this baby part kudos✌

and CAN I JUST TAKE A MOMENT TO APPRECIATE HOW CUTE HYESEONGIE'S NAME IS??! how do u find such classy korean names bc i cant ever (even lee sungjin is like whew a classy man comin thru) but yea i. loved the name. kim hyeseongie. wow.

okay and from what i get yoon and miyoung are living together and my heart went💖💗💕💞💓💜❤💝🧡 bc 🥺🥺🥺🥺 [i think bc he said "she's actually crying" like he wouldnt know otherwise??]

and eXCUSE ME JEONGGUK WANTS TO MEET HIS ARIEL'S CHILD LIKE HOSEOK PLIS LET HIM GO🥺🥺 ITS HIS CAFE AFTER ALL🥺🥺

but wait in one update yn said that jk is her fav boy but that changed to tae after that and now hyeseongie.. so he's no. 3 now??🥺🥺

and the pics u used just gave me a bigger baby fever like duDE I HAVE A CARRER TO MAKE STOBBIT.. esp the one where hyeseongie is sleeping w a bear... HE LOOKS SO CUDDLY ALEX

and when seokjin said "as his godmother everyone would expect you to" bITCH IM THREWW😂😂

tae teaching hyeseongie art---😃🔫🔫🔫 [dont ask me to not bc HOW CAN I NOT?!?!] and im w namjoon on that. it really is sO DADDY🥵 "come collect yo thot" yea good think is i am your thot kim tae😏

yn. van. gogh. could. never. yn how could u even think the other way round- ion geddit??

but yes. with that. its officially over. not met crying, nope. literal months of screaming and refreshing yo archive around the time u usually post whenever id be up and crying and going like :O after the angsts... ill miss this era :(( but also, its has been an abso pleasure to be on this journey w you so thank you miss alex to take out time and give us this fic from your "somehow sweetheart brain" bc wow ive never felt so attached to a fic. im :D rn.

i promise to stick around and read anyth that u post bc u are fuCKING AMAZING😍😍

woah this became too soft nsbjwjfb okay imma sign off before i kiss u thru the screen mskwbkjf

loads of love and well wishes to you. sorry this got super weird and long🤧 and all the best for yo finals💕💕

ily uwu🥰 (🧚‍♀️)

i think i am the one in shambles bc of this ask oh my god 😭😭😭😭💕

idek how i came up with it, i just remember staying over at my best friend’s one night and then the next morning on my way back home my mind just went !!!!!!!!!!! although the story was quite different at the beginning lol.

aw, i’m glad you can relate to her and i reallyyyyy hope you get to figure your life out as well. no rush tho<3

for real tho, if you told taehyung at the beginning of the story that he’d end up married to y/n he would’ve 🤢🤮 but look at him now. in love as fuck, married and with a babie 😭

i didn’t know this was the first smau series you got involved into and i am so honored wtf 🥺 ahhhh, thank you so much for appreciating my writing, it means so much to me 😭💕

omg yess, i remember your dream! back then i already knew i would give them a baby in the end so i was like 👀 don’t spoil aNYTHING ALEX

you have no idea how happy you appreciating the name hyeseong made me ksñslsñs. i looked through so many names and i wanted one that sounded kinda elegant (?) but with a cute meaning and one of the meanings for hyeseong was ‘blessing’ and i was like yup. this is it. bc that’s what he is to y/n and tae 🥺

miyoung and yoongi have not moved in together yet but they are very serious and stay over at each other’s pretty much all the time so. they kinda live together anyway lmao

don’t worry about gukie, he met baby bear later that same day and was there to support his pretty mermaid like the ride or die he is 😌 and lmao i mean tae and hyeseong are y/n’s entire world like she said so 😬 (but shh, don’t tell jk)

ksñsksñsks sorry about the baby fever, if it makes you feel any better i gave myself some baby fever while looking for pictures to use 😹

tae is so excited over having a lil one to teach art to 😭 and babie already loves watching him paint so that can only make him happier. and wbk joon won’t let him live with all the daddy jokes he’d been saving for this exact moment in life 🥵

van gogh could truly never, no one could ever compare with tae’s family 😔

ahhhh, honestly i don’t even know what to answer to the last part bc i’m just so emo over it 😭😭😭 i’ve said it a million times but thank you SOSOSOSOSO MUCH for sticking around and always sending me this kind of long detailed asks because they make me the happiest istg 😭

so yeah, thank you so much :( honestly :( 💕