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Minho being a gentleman, a decent person, a kind person, handsome cat dad, and he's in a suit most of the time?? yessssss 😩✊🏼
lee know | 리노: fake relationship
tw: graphic descriptions of being stalked, physical abuse and trauma response
your job was driving you absolutely nuts.
it was tiring, consuming, far away and paid the absolute necessary for the rent of the small apartment you lived. taking several subways and walking a few blocks to reach the comfort of your home was not at all satisfying, the only thing that encouraged you to continue every day was the envelope stuffed with money that arrived at the end of each month and made it possible for you to survive in the big city.
life at the office had always been unpleasant, but now everything was stranger, a tense atmosphere hovering over your head that became more and more present. you felt like someone was watching you from afar, yet when your eyes ran across the room in search of the culprint, it was always a dead end, seeing nothing but the usual, but the feeling hammering in your head incessantly even so. maybe you really were going crazy.
this feeling lasted for weeks, until one fateful day. you were getting coffee from the pot for your boss, when innervation creeped through your body as it had many times before, a chill that crept up slowly like a snake up your neck. the only difference is that this time you caught him.
a tall young man wearing a well-seated suit stared at you from behind a wall, eyes glazed, searing your flesh. the shiver ran all over your body and the hand pouring the coffee into the "#1 boss" mug shook, spilling the hot liquid onto your hand. this caught the attention of the man, who walked quickly but calculatedly towards you, throwing an apologetic smile that crept across his face as if he didn't know how to smile and was copying someone he had seen do it.
"is everything okay? was it too hot?" he asked, and you took a step back on instinct.
"um... yes it is. it was just an accident" you answer quietly, still not daring to take your eyes off him, ready for the next attitude he might have. there was something really weird about this guy, but you couldn't put your finger on what it was.
"one second" he asks, but you just wanted to disappear from there. every second dragged by like hours and you were already scared enough. he reaches into his blazer pocket and pulls out an elegant white cloth that has probably never been worn before.
"here, clean yourself up" he held out the cloth and you just looked at him hesitantly. "take it" he says, losing the smile on his face and his voice becoming more commanding, his gaze darkening.
this time you catch him quickly hoping he'll leave you alone as soon as he does, but you were completely wrong. after drying off and running to your boss's office, hoping you'd never have to meet him again, you were just choosing to believe a comfortable outcome. what happened, unfortunately for you, was the opposite.
resigning was almost like a death sentence, you wouldn't manage to get a decent job in a long time and you wouldn't be able to pay your bills. at that moment, you just didn't know which was worse, to go or to stay. the only fear that compared with what you felt for him was the fear of reporting him to the company. he had technically never done anything to you and getting scrutinized and fired for misconduct in the workspace would forever tarnish your resume.
now it was impossible for you not to notice him everywhere, lifeless eyes traveling through the rooms always looking for you, the icy sensation that lurked through your soul every time you were in the same environment as him. you avoided him whenever you could, you only dare to leave your desk when he went to the bathroom, or when you needed to go to your boss's office you ran before he had the chance to get up and chase after you.
the tension just built over time and he took your evasion strategies with some humor, as if it were a game and you were playing hard to get. because of that, one day when you were asked to print some papers in the company's printer room, you knew you were fucked. it was in a very secluded place at the end of a corridor and was rarely frequented. your fake smile fell off your face dramatically when your boss gave you the order, but you just sucked it in and grabbed the pendrive he held out to you. maybe if you were discreet enough you could go unnoticed, but it was too optimistic a thought for the situation. the guy was a creep and was on your tail, he would be alert as soon as he noticed your empty table in the middle of so many others.
you made your way very cautiously, however much your hands were shaking and your breathing was uneven. the endless hallway was clear and you took long strides until you reached the little door at the end of it. if you were fast enough he might not even notice it in time.
you set to print the pages, looking around incessantly as if he would magically appear out of thin air. "hurry up, please" you whispered to the printer, praying that it would be quick.
you thought you were going to die when it made a choking noise out of nowhere, and then a second later it stopped printing one of the sheets in the middle. "no" you blurted out in desperation, slapping the machine in hopes of getting it working again, but it was still stuck. "no, don't go stuck on me" your hands were shaking more than ever, and in the middle of your heavy breathing, footsteps reached your ear.
"finally a chance to talk to you" and your spine froze. you could hear the creepy fake smile in his voice and his slow, hard steps coming towards you.
"the printer broke, I need to tell someone to fix it" you say and try to circle him to leave the room but he is impassive and stands in front of you, towering over. the proximity terrifies you and you're sure you'll have nightmares about the face he gives you. you take a quick step back in an attempt to put some distance between the two of you and he takes advantage of the act, taking one in your direction for each one you take to move away.
"no" he says coldly, losing the good guy posture he tries so hard to display. "now you're going to talk to me, you've run away from me too much" you wanted to throw up. "when are you going to go out with me?"
when he says that, a different smile blooms on his face, and you're sure it's his natural one, because it's brutal and terrifying.
"i can't" you manage to get out somehow.
"and now, why couldn't you?" he just smiles wider and shows his teeth more. "you will go out with me"
he takes another step towards you, and you don't know if it's just your head making you hallucinate or if it's the universe working in your favor, but you can see someone entering the room behind his shoulder.
a man with dark hair and white shirt sleeves with sleeves enters the scene, a folder full of papers catching the attention of his eyes and he takes a few seconds to look forward and see the situation that displays itself.
when he does, his eyes are intense and travel from the creep to you slowly, trying to read the room.
you waste no time running to him and hiding behind his arm, relieving yourself slightly by the distance created and the presence of another individual in the room. "i can't go out with you because i'm dating him" you lie, but your desperation makes your voice sound believable, and to add to that, you shyly hold the unknown man's arm with both hands. he's reluctant and looks at you in shock quickly, but something in his eyes makes it look like he understands what's going on and his muscle relaxes under your touch.
"bullshit, you don't date this guy" the creep seems to lose his cool with your attitude, nostrils flaring and eyes widening hideously.
"how do you know?" the man beside her asked in a completely calm voice, and it was her turn to be surprised.
your savior speaking directly to the creep only seemed to make him even more enraged, and the horrible eyes were glued to yours again.
"i've never seen you two talk, stop lying" he says.
"i..." you start to speak but your words are forced out of your mouth and your hands start to shake against the stranger's skin. "i..."
"i like to keep things professional in the work environment, so we don't interact here" he answers for you, tranquility intact. the creep was still fuming, terrifying eyes growing wider. he walks towards you aggressively, steps no longer calculated and silent, full of hate and nerve. when he gets close enough to hurt you, you close your eyes expecting the worst, but only feel your body being pushed slightly.
when you open your eyes you are facing the back of the unknown man's neck, who placed himself between you and the creep, and the protection of your field of vision that he provides preventing you from seeing the other man brings a coolness to your body.
"hey, hey, what are you doing man?" he says to the man you can't see. "get out of here before I call security, are you insane?"
now the stranger seems to have lost some of his temper too, and after a few seconds of silence, you hear quick footsteps leave the room and walk down the hall into complete silence.
you fail to let go of the man's arm at first, taking time to regain a controlled breath. when the oddly gentle feel of your skin against his is lost and you step back and lean against the wall to maintain the balance that your feet alone cannot give you he turns towards you, eyes still intense and calm.
"has this ever happened?" he asks but you're still recovering, eyes scanning his face warily, traveling from the bridge of his nose to his pale cheeks.
"what is your name?" you ask out of nowhere.
"minho. has this happened before or is this the first time?" he asks once more, not backing down.
"well minho, you just saved my life" you say. "it's not the first time, my life has been hell for weeks"
pushing yourself away from the wall, you take short steps to the damn printer, tearing off the half-printed paper, crumpling it up and throwing it away.
"you never reported him?" he asks behind your back and you just give a humorless laugh.
he seems to understand what your sarcasm means, and just walks closer as you try one more time to print your boss's stuff.
the printer gets stuck again and the strange noises start once more. even being watched by minho, you don't feel even an ounce of the fear you felt in the creep's presence.
"fucking hell" you whisper frustratedly seeing your work fail once more, and your trembling hands cover your eyes. it feels like the weight of what happened finally catches up with you and your eyes start to get wet behind your palms.
"hey, he is already gone, it's okay" minho says reluctantly in an attempt to comfort you, but the tears won't stop, and soon you're sobbing. at no time does he leave you alone, the low but constantly present sound of his breathing gives you security.
"listen..." minho speaks softly and his hand touches your shoulder with the weight of a feather, as if you would break easily with a slightly rougher touch. after a few seconds you take your hands off your face, wiping the tears in the process and looking at him with glossy eyes. "what do you think about going home for now? i'll talk to the boss, i'll tell you that you felt sick and had to go home" he suggests, his voice velvety and sweet as if he were talking to a crying child.
the idea of going home was too enticing, even more so the possibility of hiding under the safety of your blankets. however "i don't want him to follow me home" you say, real fear clouding your voice.
"don't worry about it" he says genuinely, hand still on your shoulder. "he won't leave the office. not with me here"
"really?" you ask, hope rising in you.
"really" he confirms. you walk side by side to your desk, where you collect all your belongings. the creep’s gaze burns your skin, and you're terrified now that you've made him angry. if before you were scared of him without having done anything to put you on his bad side, now things were much more serious.
minho takes you to the building’s entrance and you feel safe enough.
"minho" you call him when he is already going back inside the building. "thank you so much for what you did for me today, you really saved my life" you say in genuine gratitude.
he looks into your eyes for a few seconds, and a small gentle smile appears on his face. how could you never have noticed him before in the sea of white desks and dreary work light? "no need to thank me"
going back to work the next day was the source of all your despair. you were right, you had a nightmare about the ugly, scary face of the man who was always in your tracks, keeping an eye out for you, making you wake up with sweat running down your neck in fear. you were lucky that minho interfered in the situation, but perhaps that luck has run out and you have no way to escape.
the subway ride to the company building progressively made your hands shake more and more, and as you rode the elevator up to your floor you were already feeling dizzy.
however, what surprises you is that the lady who sat at the table next to yours and spent all day playing card games on the computer was no longer there, and in her place, minho sat comfortably as if that spot had always been his.
"minho?" you asked confused standing in front of him.
"oh hey" his attention is shifted to you, eyes kind and cool. "I asked to change desk. I needed to change up a little bit" he says and you sit at your own table.
now it was minho who wouldn't let go of you. whenever you went to lunch he would come along and sit next to you at your table. when you had to get coffee for your boss he always followed in your footsteps with the excuse of needing to stretch his legs a little.
being close with him, even if suddenly and under less than ideal circumstances, made your life at work bearable. you still felt the man's presence across the room, you still felt the sting of his hateful gaze on your skin, but now with minho's presence you felt constant security.
before long he was dropping you off too, walking you on the subway and walking hip to hip with you through blocks until you were safe and sound on your doorstep, telling you about sooni, doongi and dori along the way.
the nightmares have not ceased, quite the contrary, they have become more and more present as if your brain were playing a mean trick on you, abusing your limits. none, however, had been as bad as this one.
you wake up exasperated, sweat making your skin sticky. your chest rises and falls incessantly in ragged breathing. you count to 10 hoping to calm down but you can't. no light you turn on in the small apartment reassures you. it's 2 am and you don't want to disturb minho and wake him up, but your body aches for the comfort and security he provides, the tranquility of the beautiful voice that comes from his rosy lips. you don’t think you'll ever feel calm again without his presence, and it's driving you crazy.
in an act of pure selfishness, you open the messaging app and your fingers flick across your phone's keyboard fast.
you:
minho, are you up?
and so you wait, looking hopefully at the stalled chat, praying that he responds, that he gives you the relief of his presence, the joy of his attention. just as you start to lose hope that he's going to respond, a chat bubble appears in your view, and you can't ignore the way your heart races against your chest.
minho:
now i am
everything good?
you:
i had a bad nightmare
it's stupid, sorry to disturb you
i'll buy you the next lunch to make up for it
a minute goes by, then two, and you start to get scared that he's upset with you. you're regretting doing it in the first place in a spiral of overthinking when your phone starts ringing in your hand. minho is calling you, and you hesitate a little before answering. maybe he would scold you for your selfishness, waking him up late at night for something so silly.
"don't think about it" when you accept the phone call, the only thing that reaches your ears is his groggy voice, tainted with sleep. "don't think about the nightmare, everything’s alright, i’m here with you"
and then you can breathe again.
you no longer think about the nightmare, now your mind is intoxicated by his presence, which fills your head so intensely that it leaves no room for anything else. that's why you blurt out "talk to me, minho" after seconds of comfortable silence.
"what do you want me to talk about?" he asks softly.
"anything. let me hear you, please" you ask softly, cheeks reddening, ashamed of your own attitude.
"doongi slept on top of the fridge today" he starts to tell, giggling softly. "i was looking all over the house for an hour for him, i was going crazy thinking he got out somehow and got lost in the street, but the little bastard was just taking a nap up there. i don't even know how he managed to get there"
you laugh at the story but mostly at his dazed voice, the intimacy of the whispers in the middle of the night bringing a rush of heat through your body.
"now you speak" he asked, voice low but gentle, always careful with you.
"i have nothing to say" you admit, the only thing on your mind right now was him, and it would be weird for you to say out loud how much you'd like to be consumed by his velvet voice and perfume with a hint of vanilla that he wore over his dress shirt every day.
"what time is it now?" he asks.
"2:36 am"
"what color pajamas are you wearing?"
"gray"
"do you prefer strawberry or peaches?"
"peaches. why are you asking me so many things?" it's your turn to question, genuinely confused.
"i want to hear your voice too" he replies like it's obvious and you're grateful you're not face to face with him, because your mouth opens in surprise and your cheeks heat up in seconds.
"that was smooth, minho" you whisper humorously after a few seconds of silence, recovering from what he said.
"i know" he laughs softly. "is it working?"
and the shy, silent voices stretch out into the night, the stars dripping from the sky until the two of you fall asleep in each other's presence, unfinished call, synchronized breaths until the morning of the next day.
for the first time you don't feel apprehensive about going to work, instead it's an excitement that creeps up your body and overwhelms your mind. you feel like a teenager going to see your crush at school all over again.
and when he flashes a boyish smile when he sees you arriving at your table next to his, you feel your legs turning to jelly and butterflies in your stomach.
the day goes on as usual, lunch, coffee, trip together to the printer. you take any opportunity to touch him, his skin soft like you never expected anyone's skin to be. it was as if it was forbidden to have him in your hands and you would soon be expelled from the garden of eden for wanting what is not yours, but his presence, now more physical than ever, was too good to let slip through your fingers.
at some point in the day he gets more tense and you don't understand why until he turns to you out of nowhere, puts his hands on your swivel chair and turns you completely towards him. you blink a few times in confusion.
"listen" he begins, not letting go of his chair and keeping you in place. "a meeting of mine was rescheduled for tonight, a little later than your leaving time. will you wait for me here so i can take you home?"
“yeah” you respond. you would wait for him anywhere, anytime. “yeah, of course. i’ll wait here” and he smiles at you, that one smile that you like oh so much.
minho promised that it wouldn't be long, and when the time for the meeting arrives, you keep working ahead of the next day's tasks.
as time goes on you grow more and more wary, it's late and people are starting to go home, the big room emptying out fast, faster than you expected it would.
the feeling that you haven't felt for some time now began to make itself present, raising the hairs on the back of your neck. you look around and just feel a rising panic when you don't see anyone else at the tables around you, and you're terrified to look back and just see him. the one you've avoided all this time by hiding in minho's comfortable, safe shadow.
as if you were trapped in one of your nightmares, the sound of footsteps you know so well starts to sound like a flashback. this time you get up from the table and go in the opposite direction of the sound, through the labyrinth of empty tables. he starts to speed up behind you but you don't dare look back, you don't think you could stand the sight of the man once again so close to you.
your skin turns cold when you feel his hand gripping your shoulder like a claw and pushing you up an empty table, the touch full of aggression that was starkly different from the tender touch that minho had always spared you.
you instinctively lower your head to not look at him and it seems to burn something inside the man, because his calloused hand comes up to your jaw and forces you to look at him, another hand gripping your arm so hard you're sure you'll stay with bruises.
no physical pain in that moment was as unbearable as the sight of his face. he was possessed, eyes hungry and wide like a maniac. you were frightened, eyes filling with tears from the fear of what might happen. you were completely alone and it was the perfect situation for him, you were in the palm of his hand and nothing could stop that.
"please don't hurt me" you beg in a whisper, tears streaming down your eyes. his fingers just press deeper into your cheeks and he breaks into a cruel, transfigured smile.
"too late for that isn't it?" and you shake your head, sobs rising desperately in your throat. "you pissed me off!" he screams in your face and you squeeze your eyes shut. "you walk around this office practically begging me to pay attention to you, and when I do you embarrass me like that?!"
"i'm sorry, i'm sorry…" you whisper with your eyes still closed, begging him to let you go.
"now you apologize, don't you?" he says, hand going up your arm to your shoulder and shaking you hard. "i already told you, it's too late for this" you can't feel your cheeks anymore from the way he pinches them with his fingers, and you try to focus your brain on asking the universe to get minho out of the meeting, that somehow he realizes something is wrong and he comes to you. the tears don't stop flowing and you couldn't get him off you even if you wanted to. his grip is deadly on your skin.
"get your fucking hands off" the voice of the one you wanted the most makes you cry even more.
the man in front of him looks back quickly, strength in his hands diminishing in surprise. you take advantage of the seconds you have and use all the strength in your body to push him away, making him fall on the desk that was behind him the same way he did with you.
you immediately run to minho's side and up close, you can see the concern in his eyes. he holds you by the shoulders gently, creating a palpable discrepancy in how he touches you and how the man behind you has hurt you. "are you okay? your face is all red" he says, examining you closely, noting the fingerprints that smudged your face.
"i..." you started but turned back to look at the creep that was getting back on his feet. you take a step back in fear and your back collides with minho's and he steps in front of you the same way he did the first time you met.
minho however stands still, just looking from the man to you, from you to the man. after a few seconds he takes your hand and quickly pulls you towards the exit of the building at a speed so that the creep does not follow you.
"minho, where are we going?" you ask looking back constantly in fear of him just appearing out of nowhere behind you.
"my house" he answers firmly, and the path is silent. he sits next to you on the
empty wagon of the subway, hands holding your hurt arm tainted with the grip marks and wipes your tears with the tips of his fingers.
"I'm sorry" he says, sadness apparent in his voice. "I should have known, it's my fault. I'm sorry"
you approach him, touching your foreheads in confidentiality.
"I trust you" you say in a low but sincere voice. "it's not your fault, you always did your best for me. I trust you more than anyone"
minho's apartment was as small as yours, but in his there are three pairs of curious eyes that look at you suspiciously from afar while you are sitting on the minho mattress and he dips in the closet for something of his for you to use to sleep. sooni doongi and dori are as cute as they seem through his stories.
“here” he gives you a pair of clothes for you to feel more comfortable. “i’m going to be sleeping in the couch, you can sleep here” he points to his bed and quickly turns to walk away.
"um, minho" you call, feeling bad for making him sleep out of his own bed. "you can sleep here if you want, it's yours"
"oh" he opens his mouth a little but then shakes his hands in front of him dismissing himself. "the couch is comfortable, you don't have to worry, just rest" and he turns once again. tired of it, you get up and take it by the wrist lightly, turning him to you.
"minho, i want you to stay here with me. i want you to sleep by my side" you force yourself to admit. he widens his eyes slightly looking at you. the proximity between your faces is accentuated, you can feel his breath on your skin and this causes chills in your spine, your cheeks blushing by sudden sincerity.
this was arguably one of the worst days of your entire life, when the words simply come out as you plead for his presence you can't hold them back. you need him, the warmth and affection he provides, his heart of gold. only he can make you feel safe, and if you have the opportunity to drown in his arms that night you will take advantage of it. that’s why when he quietly asks “do you really want me?” you don’t hesitate in answering “more than anything”
when he lies in front of you on the mattress, you would think you were dreaming if it weren't for the pains in your skin that brought you to the real world. at first it's quiet, but his fingertips meet yours, and timidly his skins leans more and more on yours until he is holding your hand in the dark. his other hand makes a path like a snake and curls slightly around your waist, pulling you close, the heat you wanted, the intimacy that warms your heart so much. you fall asleep quickly, intoxicated by his presence, so close.
waking up the next day, you feel something hairy under the palm of your hand. strangely, you raise your head lightly and see that the place where minho was the night before is taken by three beasts, all in a deep sleep, webbed in your body.
"they like you already" you hear coming from the door. minho enters looking like he came from the street, his elegant clothes hugging his body.
“where were you?” you sit up, looking at him.
"in the company" he sits on the mattress right next to him, and his heart beats faster by the recovered contact, the heat that comes from him. "I'm friends with one of the security guys, he got me the video of what happened yesterday. i've already stopped at the police station too..." he says.
“you what?” you ask dumbfounded.
“he’s going to jail” he says and puts his hands on your cheeks. “you don’t have to worry about him anymore. he’s gone, it’s okay, i’m right here”
“minho, i…” you couldn’t take your eyes off of his even if you wanted to, those pretty eyes that pierced through your soul making you weak in the knees. “i can’t take you enough, i…”
“hey, it’s alright” he interrupts you. he breaks the eye contact and takes a glance at the way you look wearing his clothes. “now that i’m really looking at you, i really, really wish you could stay”
“stay? stay how?” you ask.
“stay with me, here. i really like seeing you first thing in the morning” he says.
your eyes travel to his lips, enjoying the warmth of his palms against your cheeks.
“i…” you begin, not being able to refrain from touching your noses, getting as close as ever. “i would really like that”
he smiles, getting even more close, lips barely touching.
“come on, give me a kiss” he whispers and you can feel the vibration in your own lips.
you waste no time in sealing your lips together, laying all your love on him.
skz as romantic tropes masterlist
#ngl i was swooning the whole way through#its all him#he made me swoon#lee minho the man you are#also this is so well written#i love this smmmm#lee minho x reader#lee minho x you#lee know x reader#stray kids#lee know x you#leeknow#straykids imagines#skz#lee know x gn reader#lee minho
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This one is dedicated to @shirokokuro, who made a lifeguard AU fic to fill the void where there was none.
Read it here! It's great: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51598429
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#modern au#mdzs au#nie mingjue#lan xichen#lan wangij#wei wuxian#I am still so flabbergasted. And boy it is such a treat of a fic. Thank you for making my dream come true. 5k+ is WILD!!!#You made me laugh so many times! The jokes were on point!#I have *not* been able to stop thinking about:#"Lan Zhan has half a mind to march over and explain aquatic safety to them.#(“Wow you're so familiar with the pool rules“ the lifeguard would swoon. ”Let's run away together!“)”#The truly unhinged Lan Pining was very well done!#LWJ suffers emotionally but in only the most teenji way he possibly could.#Also I'm such a nerd - I love the fact you put links in for reference. Genuinely felt giddy each time#I will make people read this fic with every power bestowed upon me
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I saw a post, I was inspired.
#hey look i made another meme#no but seriously that scene in ep 1 KILLS ME#I SWOON EVERY TIME HIS EYES SPARKLE#nbc hannibal#hannibal#hannibal lecter#hannibal comfort character#because hes my comfort character and i relate to him and seeing him be vulnerable in that seen heals something in me#hannigram#aml speaks#aml memes#im realizing moths later that i spelled scene wrong FUCK
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step 3 baxter doodle + wip of his step 4 design <3
#olba#our life beginnings and always#baxter ward#the feelings this man made me feel in his dlc was so fucking raw my friend thought that i actually got dumped#man#i need him biblically#the way he compliments and flirts just makes me giggle and swoon like a maiden in love#IM SORRY#vaccariia art
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dude, why does every goofy ass kara skit make me more attracted to him?
#he took off his sunglasses in the kara taxi kit and it made me go 😳#he tries his best and i start swooning. what has my life become#... don't get me started w/ summer kamen. actually don't even look at me—#i'm slowly picking up my rewatch and i only have 10 episodes left now...#i'm excited to get to the last few episodes so i can solidify the kurokara lore surrounding them more#mj rambles
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Idk how to caption this I just like him a lot
#stan pines#swooning over stans#stanley pines#gravity falls#gravity falls fanart#grunkle stan#I'm disgusting#the fandom made me this way#grunkle stunkle wins the funkle bunkle#he rlly did win my funkle bunkle if you catch my drift
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Agust D 'Amygdala' MV & Jacket Shoot Sketch
#agust d#min yoongi#bts#suga#bts suga#bangtan#bangtan sonyeondan#bts gifs#suga gifs#my gifs#his handssssssssss#these are all over the place#exposure was weird in this video#oh well#anyway off topic but it made me smile that he has his camera in manual mode and raw#like obviously i knew he's a photographer but i didn't notice when i was watching the vid initially that he was shooting in manual and raw#and while i was making that gif i saw it and it made me smile#basically all that just means he knows what he's doing#he's also got it set to manual focus which fuckin SWOON#i can't for the life of me shoot in mf lol#amygdala
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Someone new by hozier is ghostsoap coded
Someone please tell me you understand what I mean.
like every day Ghost gets to see soap smiling and laughing and talking to people with his brilliantly beautiful eyes, and that laugh that could make even the coldest of hearts (his) melt.
and every day he gets to be amazed by how smart soap is. he gets to listen as soap tells him the latest news on that new explosive formula he's working on. and he gets to watch soap work out complicated formulas to calculate the needed about of c4 or semtex to effectively blow support beams but not bring down the entire building. every day he gets to work with soap as they practice their sniping skills, and he gets to watch bullseye after bullseye after bullseye puff with smoke.
#anyway it also made me think of a 'fifty first dates' au#where ghost was in a crash and forgets his memory when he goes to sleep#and then soap becomes smitten with him#and thus begins his journey to swoon the man of his dreams for eternity#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#ghostsoap#soapghost#someobe new by hozier#hozier#call of duty#cod#cod mw2#el rambles
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it’s funny how things have gone full circle with malenia. she was so hated when the game first came out, but then people grew to like her. then the dlc came out and now people hate her again lmao
#i mean it’s hardly surprising given what we now know#she did all that awful shit and wasn’t even charmed#like i see people talk about how stupid miquella is because of this plan to essentially trap radahn#but that also makes malenia look stupid af too#‘go to caelid and kill radahn so i can marry him’ ans she was like sure#miquella wanted the one guy in the lands between who loves war and fighting to be his consort for his age of peace and compassion…#what a genius he is.#makes me wonder why he even needs some heavy weight to keep order for him when he can just charm people into submission#was radahn just there as a ceremonial position?#oh wait i forgot miquella thinks he’s super kind so that’s why he wants him#miq learnt about the gravity magic horse thing and swooned#honestly still can’t get over how incredibly stupid the twins look after the dlc#i think people like to imagine malenia was charmed just because it makes it all look slightly better on her part#like they are just making excuses for her#but holy shit the fact she was all but willing to fucking die so miquella could bag radahn..#what a thing to die for lmao#and he was apparently present after the battle? but didn’t do anything to help either radahn nor malenia?#instead he was helping a random redmane?#he obviously knew malenia had bloomed but ultimately didn’t care i guess#kind of like ‘oh well if she’s still alive when I get back i’ll deal with it then’#honestly wish miquella had just died in that cocoon at this point#tbh he doesn’t really do much in the dlc anyway they could have made it more about messmer and marika#hell bring melina into it please that would have been more interesting at this point#we didn’t need the dubcon incest plot micheal you could have left that one in the drafts#i gotta get this out of my head it’s driving me nuts#seriously need to move on from this game for my own sanity
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Last night I saw your post about the clothes aki would wear and that motivated me draw him in them, but I got so shaky during it so I had to pause. I really wanted to share the progress tho and I plan do as many as possible 😈
OH MY GOOODDDDDD you just made my whole day maybe my whole week with this I am so..... he's so very handsome I'm obsessed with your art 🥹 I LOVE THIS 💓💓💓💓💓
#AND THAT OUTFIT ON HIM TOO HREENNFNGGG I'M SWOONING#he's so beautiful and handsome#I'm trudging through work today but this truly made me so happy to see#holding him.... placing him in pocket......#I love........#thank you and pls share if you draw him more#you draw him so pretty#im too obsessed#he's so handsome need to hug him immediately#ask mags
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New f/os?
Okay so I gave in and added four new guys at once to my list😂 To be fair about half of them are not entirely new ones, in Lyste's case I've always liked him and been fond of him but just never bothered to add him to the list, and when it comes to Veers, I used to have a short but intense crush on him when I was like ... 14? 15? 16? But I didn't know that self shipping was a thing yet and later, when I got into the community I had kind of forgotten about him😅 Also I'm not entirely sure yet about Aresko but I think he needs love so he can stay for now (also is there actually anyone who ships with his buddy Grint? I forgot to include him in my recent post but that would be so cute🥺)
Anyway look at my boyyys🥰🥰🥰
#rip to aresko that's literally the only gif of him I could find#but I love all the meme gifs of piett he's such a mood tbh😭😂#also it's funny to me though how the majority of them have either made up or at least unusual names/spellings#and then there's Max#tbh he was the one that hit me the most unexpectedly😭 but I watched ESB today and found myself pausing and swooning every time he appeared#I found out that Veers x Piett seems to be a somewhat popular fandom ship though so maybe I'll additionally make a poly ship just for fun#Max and his two short gremlins#self ship#self shipping community#self insert x canon#new f/o#star wars#maximilian veers#firmus piett#yogar lyste#cumberlayne aresko#selnia talks
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no other man has ever been this attractive and no other man ever will be
#will someone PLEASE magic me into the gladiator movie so i can give this man some sweet lovin#there is no man but one man#and it’s this one#swooning melting falling at his feet in a death faint#mentally drawing hearts around his face in every photo#i would die for just one day to express the overwhelming love i have for him#but in the meantime#have you ever seen such kissable lips#or such soulful eyes#there is nothing he could do that would make me stop loving him#i was made for lovin’ you baby#you were made for lovin’ meeeeeeeee#you are always on my miiiiiiiiind#you fill up my seeeeeenses come fill me agaaaaaaain#how sweet is iiiiiis to be loved by yooooooouuuu#that concludes tonight’s concert#but it doesn’t conclude my eternal love for maximus decimus meridius#forever holding his sweet face in my hands and covering him in kisses#he’s my treasure my heart’s delight my sunbeam#he is all good things that have ever existed to me#oh maximus#what i would not give to love you#gladiator#maximus#maximus decimus meridius#russell crowe#gladiator 2000
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bf obs below the squiggle
we had a night pretty much to ourselves last night and he's so fuckin' cute y'all... he used some chhinkni and then we're instantly kissing. his little breaths right before he broke away were all choppy and then he ducks down with a little half stifle and AAAAAH! he sneezed ON me and i swear to hell and back i got goosebumps and i could NOT get close enough to him for all four of those breathy little sneezes
also!! he's making a Snarf. i mentioned about how someone had compiled data to make like a sneeze blanket or something? so he's doing something similar and recording his daily sneezes to make a sneeze scarf and i'm just... i'm a pile of goo that's so incredibly full of horn lately
#just bex talkin#boyfriend obs#i can't believe this man is making a Snarf... he already made me one scarf and it's so so cute#also getting to see his little data sheet of daily sneezes SWOON#he's apparently trying to catch a recording of himself sneezing too and mmmelting fuuck me
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mild dialogue spoilers in the captions here, sorry, but:
my rook, ivy thorne (mage, rebel grey warden), and my inquisitor assana lavellan...... have to imagine that rook got a kick out of that first name.
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i saw a suggestion that the alt outfits signify a timeskip and became possessed lmao
#this is vee speaking#if it is i think it'd be a year max but i only have one older kuukou face atm lmao#i'll get better at it i promise lmao#i mean it when i say possessed lol like i got to a decent place in a different piece of art and jumped on this INSTANTLY#but towards the end my hand was getting shaky lmao like the cheebs were a struggle actually😭😭😭#but i persevered!!!!! with the power of kuukou thirst 😌#anyway idk what to make of it actually???? but i think kuukou's new hairstyle has a braid in it????#like a really tiny one since his hair is short lol but??? i think that's what that is????#and you can't convince me otherwise that kuukou didn't steal one of ichiro's hoodies lmao like it's the one in his 2021 arb bday card LOL#and kuukou kinda treating jiro like a baby brother is making me cry a little lol like in the 3️⃣📿🥂 modelling event#kuukou starts teasing saburo to help with his performance anxiety and i can't remember what saburo said to kuukou#but kuukou cheerfully went 'man you sure are making me feel old!!' and it made me swoon lmao kuukou's going to age so gracefully lmao#but he's such a good big bro lol??? that maturity when he bothers to use it is so *clenches fist* its so good lol#i!!!!!!! cannot wait for jiro and kuukou interactions lol!!!!!#vee is arting
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something silly and soppy for this cold, miserable evening. indulge me in the vision I have of 9-5 Eddie and his gorgeous clothes. nsfw (kind of)
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I know that Eddie's messy and boyish and wears ripped up clothing and that it's all part of the appeal but I want to indulge this idea I have so just imagine that you're both in your 20s and growing up with him by your side and he, to your surprise, gets a big boy job at a record label in Indianapolis. it's a 9-5 most weeks and so you take him shopping and get him some nice shirts and fancy trousers but you make sure they're still Eddie - a couple subtle chains and metal hoops, cufflinks with the devil and DnD dice on them. he keeps the rings and the bracelets and the chain he wears around his neck, though it stays under the shirt.
and then one day you come home from work and he's already in the living room, just like most other days. you find him on the couch, your cat on his lap, in his smart, well-fitting black trousers, crisp white shirt tucked in and a pretty leather belt around his hips. he's just in socks and he's messed his hair up a little, but he looks so goddamn grown up and smart and it makes you swoon.
he beams at you as you drop your stuff and sidle over to him. like usual, you're on him like a flash, the cat politely nudged off with you taking its place on his thighs, mouths and hands all over each other. this happens often; you miss him, he misses you, you both look hot in your work clothes. your hands roam over the cotton of his shirt and soon they grasp his belt and unbuckle it, running under his waistband and untucking his shirt. his lips are warm and wet on your throat and across your face; you're like horny teenagers who can't get enough of each other. the second half is true.
and, like every time, he takes you to the bed and the work clothes come off slowly but surely, thrown in slapdash piles on the floor. before he takes the shirt off he's between your thighs, because he knows you like how he looks in it. it's glorious and he's amazing and you're coming faster than ever, with his hands splayed across your thighs, rubbing up and down and gripping in desperation to the fat there.
when he moves up your body to kiss you, he stops, head hanging over your own, because you're crying.
he's pleading baby, are you okay? please stop crying, here, let's stop, c'mon, and you're reassuring him that i'm not sad, eddie, you're so good to me, i just can't believe this is my life.
he pulls you up to sit in his arms, and as he rocks you side to side gently, you tell him that there is nothing in the world you love more than coming home to your gorgeous, handsome, loving boyfriend stroking your cat on your couch in your home. and you tell him that you're not sure what to do with all the love you have for him, that you feel like telling him isn't enough, that you have never felt so content in your life.
he just tells you that he feels the same way. he tells you that he loves that he gets to wait for you to come through the door, he lives every day for the indescribable sensation he gets when you do, the way his heart leaps every single time, how he wants so badly to wrap you up and squeeze so tight that two become one.
he says he feels silly admitting that, but you just hold him in your hands and kiss him silly, assuring him that he's not silly, he could never be silly; you wish you could put it into words the way he does. a natural writer, he's so good at giving you ways of describing how you feel, and that's just it - you feel he completes you, though you know that you don't need completing. but that makes it better, because its a wholeness you never knew you could have.
he's still in his white shirt, though it's more crinkled now. you keep saying sorry for ruining the mood but he keeps repeating that you didn't ruin anything, as his hands continue roaming and he lies you on your back. you're kissing each other all over and you feel a warm glow inside your body. it is so nice to be so loved by someone you are watching grow up and who is watching you do the same.
#look ok I have a vision of him in well-fitting formalwear that made me buckle at the knees on my walk home this afternoon so here we are#imagine him in a pretty white cotton shirt and nice pinstripe black trousers and he's just got socks on and the shirt's unbuttoned a bit#and he just looks all grown up and like an adult and god the swoon#he'd be so beautiful#he IS so beautiful!#eddie munson#eddie x y/n#eddie x reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fluff#eddie stranger things#stranger things fanfic#stranger things 4#Eddie munson fluff#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fic
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