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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 6 months ago

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oh hello, I am here for my first beloved hype fic: someone who cares! prompt: "do you remember when we first met?"

I'll leave the rest to you and your gigantic, perfect brain <333

Lex!! 😍 Thank you so much for all your support and for giving this little universe so much love. These two were the starting point of my Steddie obsession AND of my fanfic journey, and they'll always hold a special place in my heart. Hope you'll enjoy their wedding day!

Perfect, somehow

Rated: G

Words: 986

Tags: No UD AU; Modern AU, Steve is Dustin’s dad; Established relationship; Wedding day; Eddie Munson is a sweetheart; Steve Harrington needs a hug

Notes: Set in the same universe as Someone who cares

Steve is staring out at the rain and the soggy decorations dangling sadly from the branches of the apple tree when he hears the bedroom door open.

“Hey Robs,” he sighs, fiddling with the flimsy zipper of the dry cleaner bag. “Do you think it’s too late to reschedule the whole thing? I know Eddie will be disappointed, but-”

“Disappointed?” says a voice behind him. A very familiar, very male voice that is distinctly not Robin’s. “I think the word you’re looking for is fucking livid, honey.”

“What the fuck?” Steve yelps, whirling around so suddenly he nearly topples. “I told Dustin to get Robin!”

Eddie shrugs - or at least Steve thinks he does. It’s a bit hard to say with only his head poking into the room, the rest of him still hidden behind the half-open door. “She’s downstairs talking to the caterer. Can I come in or what? Dustin said, and I quote, Dad looks like he’s about to puke on his ugly-ass shoes.”

Steve’s gaze flicks down to his tan leather slippers. He bought them especially for today, to have something to go with his cream suit.

“It’s bad luck to see each other before the ceremony,” he mutters.

“Yeah right,” Eddie snorts and steps into the room. The mumble of voices from downstairs dims as he shuts the door behind him. “Except from what you just said, you’d rather not have a ceremony at all.”

“That’s not true,” Steve blurts. “Of course I wanna- … oh shit, you look amazing.”

Eddie smiles - the boyish and dimpled one that was one of the first things Steve fell in love with - playing with the lapels of his suit jacket. Black, just like his shirt and tie and pants. His hair has been tamed into a braid, the first stubborn strands already escaping and curling around his face.

“Thanks,” he says, black leather shoes nervously scuffing on the bedroom floor. “You only get married once, huh? If you still wanna. Marry me, that is.”

Steve groans. The dry cleaner bag, still clutched in his clammy hands, crinkles as he flops down on the bed.

“Of course I wanna marry you. I wanna marry you so fucking badly, you have no idea!”

Eddie’s brow wrinkles. “Then what’s the problem?”

“What’s the problem?” Steve blurts, gesturing frantically at the curtain of rain behind the windowpane. “I wanted this to be perfect, and now? Weather forecast says it won’t stop raining until tomorrow, and even if it did, the yard’s a fucking mud field. And as if that wasn’t enough, the fucking dry cleaner ruined my suit jacket.”

He unzips the bag, shaking the mess inside at Eddie’s face. Those pretty brown eyes grow large.

“Whoa,” Eddie mutters. “Please tell me you demanded your money back.”

Steve doesn't reply, just continues to stare at him with the same glum expression. Eddie’s eyes go soft and he huffs a laugh.

“Hey,” he says, plucking the bag from Steve’s hands and tossing it over a chair. Then, he plops down on the mattress beside him, knee to knee, and links their fingers. “Do you remember when we first met?”

“Huh?” Steve blinks. “Yes, of course, why do you-”

“I was one failed rent payment away from sleeping on the curb,” Eddie interrupts him, smile wide and happy. “The power company had cut me off weeks ago, and besides, I had pawned my laptop, so I hand wrote my application for that job you'd posted. Not that I thought I'd get it, but I was sort of grasping at straws, y’know?”

His smile is warm and fond when he looks at Steve.

“That apartment building of yours was so fucking fancy. And then you barged out of that stupid, pompous penthouse and I thought shit, not only is he filthy rich, he's also disgustingly hot on top? Gimme a break, that's just unfair.”

Steve scoffs, heat prickling at the base of his neck. “C'mon now, I was a mess. My father was breathing down my back at work, I felt like I was failing as a dad. The bags under my eyes were probably reaching my knees.”

Eddie laughs, loud and carefree and Steve loves him. Loves him so fucking much, wants to spend the rest of his life listening to that laugh. Still can't believe he'll get to.

“Okay, one: you looked like a fucking dream, baby. And two: I think we can agree we both weren't in the best of places, each in his own way. Right?”

Steve scoffs. “Yeah, agreed.”

Eddie's fingers squeeze his, the touch warm and familiar. The shape of his hand. The warm metal of his rings. Skulls and crosses, and the plain silver one Steve gave him on the day he proposed to him. “And still here we are, huh?”

Steve takes a moment to let this sink in. Here they are. The man he loves and him, with the family they chose downstairs, ready to build a future together.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “Here we are, I guess.”

“So, what d’you say?” Eddie hums, lifting their entwined hands to kiss Steve’s knuckles. “You wanna get married?”

Steve can't help it, he laughs. “Hell yeah, let's do it.”

“Yesss,” Eddie cheers, jumping off the bed and punching at the air. “Let's fucking go!”

Then, he starts unlacing his shoes. He's taken off his socks and is rolling up his pants before Steve finds his words again.

“Erm, Eddie? What are you doing?”

Eddie, just in the process of shrugging out of his suit jacket, shoots him a toothy grin. “What we do best, love. I'm making it work.”

They say their vows ankle-deep in mud, with the wind blowing rain under their umbrella and ruining their hair. It's nothing like Steve ever imagined his wedding day to be. It's all he never knew he wanted.

And damn if that isn't its own kind of perfect.

More celebration ficlets!

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfic #steddie brainrot #fanfiction writer #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #hype's 1k follower ficlets #someone who cares

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luveline · 1 year ago

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hi jade! i really loved ur steve drabble where he comforts reader when she's insecure about her appearance. would you write something similar with eddie? i don't mean to bother, thank u for all your wonderful writing <3

thank you lovely!! fem!reader

Eddie takes your hip into his hand as he passes behind you, the snug bathroom an excuse to touch. You don't mind, really, even as the lip balm you're using jolts down onto your chin.

"Sorry," he says. He's not murmuring, but his voice has an understated sleepy quality to it that you adore. "Just gonna open the window."

You've finished washing up for the night, steam from the shower clinging to the walls, the shower head dripping with run off. Your bathroom is a rectangle that can barely fit the two of you together, but it's yours, so it's perfect.

Eddie pushes the window out off the latch to let in the mild summer air. The room immediately cools. Satisfied, he takes a big breath and turns to you with a content smile. "You smell good enough to eat," he praises, putting his hand behind your back.

You cap your lip balm and brace yourself on the sink. In the mirror, it's easy to watch him watch you. Your face, lined with unhappiness, and his, so, so devoted it makes you feel poorly.

"What's wrong?" he asks, moving in closer still. His bicep curls behind your back, his wrist hanging over your shoulder. He noses under your ear gently, propping a quick kiss there like he's going to pick it up again. "You look kind of sad."

He says it like it's a tragedy in the making.

Your attempt of a smile melds into a grimace as you direct your gaze down to the empty sink, porcelain shining with water. A tiny dollop of toothpaste clings to the drain. You turn on the hot tap.

Eddie turns it off. "Hey," he murmurs, dragging it out, "tell me."

"I think I'm having one of those days where I feel really ugly," you confess.

"You're just as pretty as you were yesterday. As you are everyday." His face inches closer to yours. He speaks with all the intonation of someone telling a secret, "I'd say you were prettier, actually."

"I don't know. I look weird, sometimes. I think I look one way and then I see myself in the mirror and I look different."

Eddie's hand pets your upper arm, half a hug. "Can I give you a kiss?" he asks.

You sigh and turn toward him, tipping your head back.

He laughs. "Don't seem so reluctant!" he chides, bringing a hand to your cheek. With a gentleness that evidences how deeply he loves you, he strokes your cheek. Like you're fragile as a strand of silk, or precious as carved alabaster.

"You don't think I'm ugly?" you ask. Perhaps desperately.

Eddie meets your eyes. When he closes his, you close yours. "No," he says, pressing a mindless kiss to your lips, the kind he gives when you're both nearly sleeping, or barely awake. It livens, but before it can deepen, he pulls away to continue, "You're not ugly. I think you're the," —pause for a kiss, like he just can't wait— "prettiest girl in the world."

The hand that isn't holding your face meanders across your lower back, fingertips teasing the hem of your t-shirt. He can't not do what he wants to do once he's thought about it, pushing his hand under your shirt to explore your naked back. He pulls you in close, your hips against the sink, his socked foot sliding between yours.

He kisses you slowly, time stretching and condensing at once. It could be five seconds, or it could be thirty. A kiss to say everything you're worried about is simply worry —it's as good an answer as you could want.

Until he breaks away, and he says, "You're fucking stellar, I need you to know that. Head to toe. Can't believe you'd think any different, but what do I know about it? I only spend the large majority of my waking hours wishing I could climb into your skin."

Your laugh catches in your throat. "You ruined it."

"I look at you more than anything else," he says, amending his creepy finish. He turns your face gently, back and forth, his irises a melty shade of brown where they follow your growing smile. "So I'm the expert. You're beautiful, sweetheart. Don't think otherwise."

"Or you'll crawl into my skin?" you tease, spirits lifted.

Eddie wrinkles his nose. "Ew, no. Why would you think that?"

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and laugh into his collar. He hugs you back enthusiastically. "Think there's enough room in there for me?" he whispers. "I wanna know what it's like to be that pretty."

You shake your head. "No, sorry."

"Bummer. Well, let me know if there's ever a vacancy."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader

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reflections-in-a-critical-eye · 4 months ago

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Jimin is soo freakin relatable though like my guy doens't give a shit about anything. The way he was sleeping outside when the whole staff was right infront of the house recording him, the way he be wearing those shoes which looks a bit torned in the front (could be that he spilled something on it but he was wearing those same in hobi's listening party so...) The way he wears his clothes for literally years like he could be wearing shirts from 6-7 yrs ago or more. He enjoys the free merch he gets and wears them everywhere. He was wearing yg's and TH's concert nd album merch during his own album practice..like i LOVE him more for that.

Only thing is someone should throw out those big ass boot/shoes whatever those r called that he be wearing like that's fking Ugly. Throw those dirty jeans or wtv that fashion is and end his dior contract like boy go free that dior only put his slim body in those ill fitted suits. Having park jimin as ur embassador and making him wear that shit?

A K-kookminer called him an environmental activist 😂. But at least he knows the value of quality clothing. In a consumerist and fast fashion world, I think he's doing a good job. And it seems that he likes to give some of his clothes to his friends, which also helps. Apart from official appearances, Jimin just dresses like a regular guy who has a washing machine. But I agree, some of those shoes he'd be wearing in the last 2 years are a fashion crime. Although it is clear that his natural state is to be barefoot and shoes are seen as only a necesity. Probably like clothes, knowing he wears them just to take them off.

But speaking of relatable and the beginning of your ask, it reminded me of a moment in the second episode of AYS. It's when they come out of the store on their last day and Jimin starts eating the chicken right then and there. I could never, sorry. At least I'd wait until I get to the car. But that entire look, from speaking while eating, the fact that he was still wearing the same t-shirt he had on during dinner and while sleeping, it really showed such a different picture. If he had sat down on the pavement nearby, opened a can of beer and light a cigarette, it would complete the look.

#m thoughts #jimin #jikook travel show #jikook are you sure

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obsessedwrhys · 4 months ago

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Can you pls write one scene with jesse where fem!reader decides to cut bangs in the bathroom and she doesn't wanna show jesse bc she thinks she looks ridiculous at first and jesse is outside the bathroom like "c'mon babe, it can be that bad, I promise I won't laugh, c'mon now, where's my girl?"

And when she opens the door and jesse it's literally speechless and like this https://pin.it/2CkB5fQRJ because she looks so cute wtf. "But jesse... really?" "Babe you look so adorable, come here😭"

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Knock Knock... Babe??

ᯓ★ Lots of fluff and goofiness, reader is fem!! (HAHAH I LUV THIS ASK)

ᯓ★

You panicked inside the bathroom as the sound of banging on the door continued on. Clearly it was one of those boring days where your intrusive thoughts had won over... but what you didn't expect was for your boyfriend to be back from patrol sooner than expected.

He said tomorrow!!

Tomorrow is NOT today!!

"You okay in there?" He asked with a mix of confusion and concern.

"Uhh... yes! I'm just having trouble with my shirt!" You forced a happy tone but a frown was present on your face when you saw your reflection in the broken mirror on the wall.

Jesse chuckled from the other side of the door while you quickly try to dispose of the hair you've cut.

"I��ve seen you with your shirt off a buncha times, babe. What are you so worried about? Just come out so I can help you with it" He said in a teasing tone.

Argh this bastard...

"Can't!" You replied and tried to flush the hair down but there were still some strands that managed to survive it.

"Darn it" You cussed under your breath.

"And why not? You hiding something from me??" His tone now hinting a bit of worry.

You stutter, stumbling over your words since you were moving around trying to figure out what to do... but no matter what solution you thought of. Nothings gonna work. Whether you like it or not, you're completely cornered, in this bathroom.

"I just..." You sigh.

"I cut my hair and I'm scared you're gonna find me ugly after this" You confessed and it was painfully silent for a couple of seconds before he spoke up again.

"Ugly?" He laughs.

"Babe, come on. I’ve seen you after a month without a shower, I’ve seen you covered in blood, I’ve seen you crying in the middle of the night. A new haircut won’t convince me you’re not good looking" He said and oddly enough his words made you feel at ease... but only for a bit.

"Promise you won't laugh at me?" You stood by the door, hand on the door knob.

"Promise, babe. Just come out here, I wanna see you" He said.

You took a deep breath... then unlocked it. Once the door swung open to reveal your horrible attempt of a haircut to your boyfriend. He stares at you, his brown eyes soft and full of adoration. He tilts his head to get a better look of your new haircut.

"Wow..." His lips parted in awe while his eyes were looking you up and down.

"Ugh... stop it..." You covered your face with your hands but your boyfriend was fast to stop you, enveloping his fingers with yours as he stepped closer to have you look at him.

"What? You want me to stop admiring my cute girl? Not a chance" He smiles when leaning in to place a kiss on your forehead. You were confused and at the same time, not believing a word he's saying.

"Are you sure you're not just saying that to make me feel better?" You said which he seemed offended by.

"I'd never lie about something like that baby... I love you, and you look beautiful. With or without this haircut" He'd then wrap his arms around your body to pull you into his gentle embrace.

"I hope so..." You uttered with your face pressed against his chest. Hearing you say that, he pulled back from the hug to look you in the eyes, his hands now moving down to your hips.

"You’re adorable, you know that?" He said with a smile, lightly poking your nose with his index finger.

"Absolutely the cutest" He cooed which had you smile almost too easily.

"There she is" He grinned as he saw you finally smile, his heart was swelling with affection just from the sight alone.

"Now c'mon... let's go take a nap hm?" He gently tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your cheek. You nod and it lead to him taking you to bed, where the two of you cuddled to sleep underneath the warm blankets.

#OONGA BOONGA #caffeine got me working overtime #fluff #x reader #the last of us #tlou2 x reader #tlou x reader #tlou2 #tlou #tlou2 jesse #jesse x reader #tlou2 jesse x reader #tlou jesse x reader #tlou jesse

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junnieverse · 1 year ago

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pov ➳ P. GUNWOOK

➙ synopsis: everything about gunwook was perfect, his love for you coming in the purest of forms and you were starting to see yourself from his point of view

pairing: park gunwook x gn!reader

genre: heart wrenching fluff

word count: 1.2k

warnings: none that I can think of :p

a/n: the votes were in and you guys wanted to see this one first! To those that dont know, I'll be uploading various oneshots which are song based (such as this one) and possibly about a few other imagines with different songs for other members, each for all 3 groups I write for so be on the lookout for more in the future and share your thoughts on this one, bye!

❝ It's like you got superpowers

Turn my minutes into hours

You've got more than 20/20, babe

Made of glass the way you see through me ❞

Park Gunwook, was the love of your life, your soulmate if you must say.

He was perfect in your eyes.

For all the years you'd been together you could never understand what he saw in you, flaws and all.

He saw your imperfections as something perfect, your insecurities were strengths he loved about you.

His vision was a 20/20, no matter how much you tried to hide of yourself, he saw through it all.

"How much would you rate me as your life partner?" you asked Gunwook out of the blue as you were cuddled up in bed binge watching your favourite show.

"You're a 100 out of 10 love. I wouldn't ask for anybody else." he answers with a warm smile kissing your forehead.

❝ You know me better than I do

Can't seem to keep nothing from you

How you touch my soul from the outside

Permeate my ego and my pride ❞

Nobody understood you like Gunwook did, whether it was understanding your thoughts or emotions, he knew you better than you knew yourself.

That was something you admired about him.

You were insecure, especially about your physical attributes.

Gunwook was surrounded by incredibly attractive people, whether they were his friends or co workers, you always believed he could do better than you and you constantly reminded him of that.

"They may be better in your eyes but I think the best one already has my heart in their hands." he says as he held your hand placing it on his chest as you felt the steady beating of his heart.

❝ I wanna love me (Ooh)

The way that you love me (Ooh)

Ooh, for all of my pretty

And all of my ugly too

I'd love to see me from your point of view ❞

The sincerity and love Gunwook held in his eyes whenever he as so looked at you had your heart skip a beat.

You would fall in love with him all over again with just a smile.

He's always been there for you, be it you were at your highest or at your lowest.

Some boys may say their significant others are best once they're dressed up looking their best but Gunwook tells you that you look your best bare face, messy hair and rocking an oversized shirt with sweatpants on a lazy day (which in your opinion is probably your worst).

You sometimes look yourself in the mirror trying to identify what exactly you like and you'd be standing there for hours still trying to name atleast three.

His hands would wrap around your waist as he laid his chin on your shoulder, "If only you could see how beautiful you are from my eyes."

"I love you." he says making you blush profusely.

❝ I wanna trust me (Trust me)

The way that you trust me (Trust me)

Ooh, 'cause nobody ever

Loved me like you do

I'd love to see me from your point of view ❞

"Do you trust me?" he asks you as he hovered over you gazing into your eyes lovingly.

You hesitantly nod, "Y-yes, I trust you."

Did you really trust him... or were you still learning to?

It was weird seeing how he was able to trust you more than you did yourself.

How much he loved you more than you loved yourself...

You just want to be able to see yourself from his point of view.

❝ I'm getting used to receiving

Still getting good at not leaving

I'ma love you even though I'm scared

Learning to be grateful for myself ❞

Admittedly, you were slowly getting used to receiving all this love from him.

And you were still learning to stay instead of breaking down and leaving him.

You were definitely scared, you'd just been put through enough pain and heartbreak and you weren't ready for another one, it somehow felt like you were dependent on him... or his love, to feel some sense of worth.

Yes it was dangerous but you were blinded and intoxicated by him.

❝ You love my lips, 'cause they say the

Things we've always been afraid of

I can feel it starting to subside

Learning to believe in what is mine ❞

You were never one to shy away and not speak your mind, if you felt something needed to be said you made sure your voice was heard.

That was just one of the things Gunwook loved about you.

And the closer you both got, the more you started coming out of your shell and trusting him, learning to have hope that this was the happiness you deserved.

❝ I couldn't believe it

Or see it for myself

Know I be impatient

But now, I'm out here falling, falling

Frozen, slowly thawing

Got me right

I won't keep you waiting, waiting

All my baggage fading safely

And if my eyes deceive me

Won't let them stray too far away ❞

You were falling more and more, it was the inevitable.

It was hard not to fall in love with him, he was everything, the man of your dreams.

The weight of your past break ups and the baggage that was weighing you down was slowly fading away.

Were you ready to fully trust this man, give him your all...

Or will this all come crashing down and you'll end up in the same miserable hole, where you will end up hurt and deceived.

The same cycle...

❝ I wanna love me (Ooh)

The way that you love me (Ooh)

Ooh, for all of my pretty

And all of my ugly too

I'd love to see me from your point of view ❞

You heard it from everyone, whether it be his friends or even family, Gunwook was undoubtedly in love with you in every aspect no matter how much doubt you were in.

You were a mess, no matter how broken you were, he uplifted you and through the hardships he stayed beside you.

"Gunwook, I really can't do this anymore. I'm sure your fans would also appreciate you being with someone more attractive... or famous as well. I'm not the ideal type they saw you with." you tell him looking down thinking back to the various hateful comments or texts some fans had sent you.

"I don't care what they say. I'm happy with you... I'm in love with you. Everything about you is perfect, I'm not about to let go of the best thing that's happened to me because of toxic fans." he tells you cupping your face gently as he pressed your foreheads together.

❝ I wanna trust me (Trust me)

The way that you trust me, baby (Trust me)

'Cause nobody ever

Loved me like you do

I'd love to see me from your point of view ❞

You would think after everything you'd been through, Gunwook wasn't going to be by your side forever.

But he's proved himself on so many occasions that your relationship was going to work out and he has proved to you that he wanted to earn your trust and he did just that.

Nobody has ever cherished you the way Gunwook has, he sees you in such a beautiful way that because of him you slowly started to see yourself that way too.

He loved you...

And you loved him too.

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moonspirit · 5 months ago

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If there is a hoodie around the house, it isn’t safe Annie will take it

It doesn’t matter who it belongs to it’s now hers. Especially if it is Reiner and or Armins.

She loves Armins clothes cause the smell comforts her, and Reiners are so big on her that she gets to just curl up and be anti social like the queen she is. Although I would love to see how u think that argument will go down between them (likely ending with Reiner having a black eye cause how dare he not let someone steal his hoodie)

Listen Anon, no large-sized piece of fabric in the house is EVER safe when Annie's around. If something that will envelope her frame is spotted, then it's getting eaten by the Annie Monster, you can be sure.

With Armin, I hc that he prefers to dress in slightly loose clothing, so whether that's a hoodie or a button-down shirt, they hang off his body in a very comfortably stylish manner. For Annie, this means heaven. His clothes don't just smell like him, they are also bigger than one would normally expect. His shirts then, drape over her mid thighs, the sleeves of his button-ups need to be rolled waaay back, and as far as hoodies are concerned - she doesn't even need to wear shorts underneath (Armin: "Hallelujah!"). In fact, half of Armin's wardrobe is always with Annie most of the time. The guy has no clothes - and he's even happy about that xD

Reiner's clothes, on the other hand, are things Annie steals just because. Out of spite. Out of "huh, I'd probably use this more than him." or "purple looks ugly on you, Reiner, so i'm taking this." - and why not? Why not steal his stuff? She's probably already stealing his money, why not the clothes too? Though she steers clear of things like his boxers; no thank you very much.

And Reiner... poor Reiner, he has no clothes either, and he's UNHAPPY about it. He needs to look good! He's pathetic but he has an image to keep, and well... he has no clothes. He confronts Annie about all the blatant daylight theft but you know what? Annie gives him a black eye and gaslights him for good measure. All those manipulative tendencies of her dear boyfriend rubbing off on her bla bla. Conclusion; Reiner sports a swollen eye for days while also wondering if he ever owned a purple hoodie in the first place? Huh? He doesn't think so? Nope, no way, that was never his. Must've been some trick of the mind...

#askies #aruani #headcanon #aruannie #attack on titan #armin arlert #annie leonhart #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot #reiner braun

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gazsluckyhat · 3 months ago

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Sarah's House

Seven - Sunlight

Masterlist

So first off. Super important. A lot of victims of SA become hypersexual. It's normal and happens alot. SO DO NOT COME AT ME WITH BULLSHIT. Unless you have been through it hush.

Now, this one is SMUT. Super long and dirty. So enjoy!

Price knew he shouldn't take the mission. The outcome seemed obvious, or so he thought. Until he wasn't anymore.

Like calls to like. Or something of the sort.

Price sits with Sarah in his lap until her breathing finally evens. Her head tucked into his neck, his hand rubbing circles and humming in her ear. Anything to calm her. He knows Ghost is long gone with her father by now, his flight rapidly approaching. His shirt is damp, snot and tears soaking the sleeve.

"Lets go inside, Lovie, ya'?" She nods agaisnt him. Price stands with her in his hold easily, her weight nothing. He catches Johnny at the door, he pulls it open so they can easily come inside. Sarah shivers when they get in, the air conditioning colder than she expected. Reaching for Johnny's arm she tapped her finger agasint it. -.. .- -.. / --. --- -. . Dad gone?

"Ya' lassie. Ghost took 'em." She turned back into Price's chest and started to cry again, this time much softer.

"Shhh. It's okay darlin'. It's all gonna be okay." Price spoke sweetly, doing anything he could think of to calm her down. Gaz nodded towards her, arms outstretched.

"Let me 'ave her." Price shifted her over, her body easily molding into him. "Promised I'd do your' hair, ya'?" Sarah nodded, closing her eyes as he carried her upstairs.

Gaz has her sitting on the bathroom counter, back facing the mirror. She'd almost freaked when they'd walked in. He still didn't fully understand why. She kept her eyes closed as he cut her hair. Making it even and adding some nice layering. She'd whimpered and leaned into him when he'd started brushing her hair. The knots not even bothering her. Gaz had set up his phone, music playing softly.

"This looks good on you. Wanna see?" Her eyes snap open, fear clear as day. She shakes her head, silently begging him. "Hey, easy. What's wrong?" Tears are pricking in her eyes again. What does she say? I can't look at the pathetic girl in the mirror because she quite actually makes me sick to my stomach? Or The girl in the mirror is nothing but a broken shell of who I spent my life avoiding to become? No, she can't tell him that. She couldn't stand to have him look at her with pity.

"U-g-ly." He pushes her hair out of her face and holds her head straight. Getting eye level as he talks. She can't look away, not with how he's holding her cheeks, but she doesn't even want to. Gaz's eyes are dark but light at the same time. They're so different from Johnny's. But she could stare at both forever.

"Listen to me. You are not ugly, love. Never could be. Don't let them take anything else away from you, okay? You make my heart race, have since I saw you all cleaned up for the first time. Prettiest thing around here. Way better than them boys downstairs." Sarah chuckles and Gaz kisses the fallen tears off her cheeks. Lingers there for a few minutes, Sarah drinks him in. The warmth of his breath, the way his lips feel and how he smells. She wants to stay like that, wants to actually kiss him. Wants him to tangle those hands in her hair, leave bruises along her neck and collar bone. He pulls back and Sarah swears she sees something like hunger in his eyes. He hides it with a smile and places his hands at his sides.

"Would you be willing to try and shower? Need ta' get that hair off ya'." Sarah straightens up. She knows she needs one. Hasn't been really clean in two years. Whore baths only going so far. But the fear is there, along her shoulders and in her chest. "I'll be right here, or I could get Price or Soap." Sarah nods, reaching for his hand.

"Don-t leav-e?" Gaz squeezes her hand and smiles at her.

"Never." He starts the water up, back to her. Sarah slips off the counter and kicks off her pajamas. She steps closer to the shower, fear enveloping her. Gaz turns around and quickly averts his eyes. He tells himself to be respectful, even if he wants to just trace her body with his fingers. He can tell she's scared. She is shaking her hands a little. "Is it warm enough?" She's frozen beside him. Sarah tells herself this is different, she's not being hurt, she's gonna get clean. She suddenly has a idea, not sure if Gaz will even agree. She turns to face him, trying to use her best puppy dog face.

"Sh-ow-er wi-th me?" Gaz blushes, eyes studying her face. She's batting those pretty green eyes at him and God, he can't say no to her. He nods. Her lips forming a smile.

"Of course, pretty." He strips to his boxers, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. But she stops him before he can get in, her fingers pointing at his hips, a confused look on her face. "Oh, don't wanna make you uncomfortable." She's shaking her head, pointing at her own naked body. Gaz was trying really hard not to look at it, man. Even malnourished she's beautiful.

"Naked." She touching his hips, finger tips slipping into the waistband and snapping it. Fuck, Gaz has to take a deep breath. Beg the blood to stay where it's at. But he nods and pulls them down his legs, kicking them to the side. He catches the way her eyes wander over him, focusing on each section. He's worried he's ruined it, made the moment weird. "Hand-some." She takes his hand and pulls him into the shower with her. She hides in the dry spot, right out of the stream. Water is warm and Sarah tries to relax. She wants to be able to enjoy the water again. Used to love swimming and bathing and long hot showers. Gaz stands in the stream, droplets splashing off him and onto her.

"Let me help you." And he's grabbing her, placing her back to his front, ignoring the need he feels. "Take deep breaths love. Try and relax for me." And she does, even leans her head back on his shoulder. Allows the water to wet her hair, face and body. It's nice. Really nice. With Gaz behind her, rubbing her arms and humming in her ear she relaxes. Allows the tension to wash away with the water. She also tries her best to ignore the heavy and warm body part resting agaisnt the base of her back. Ignores how it's dribbling something sticky onto her skin or how her brain is imaging it agaisnt her tongue. She has a feeling it'd weigh it down and fill the space easily.

"Want me to wash yor' hair?"

"Mhmm." He does, takes his time and scratches her scalp. Lathers the conditioner in it and lets it sit. Hands her a loofa with a nice smelling soap on it and looks away when she runs it across her chest and between her legs. Washes her back for her, then happily rinses the thick hair clear. They stay like that until the water runs cold, Sarah immediately getting out. Gaz chuckles and wraps her in a fluffy towel, chooses to wrap one around his hips. He towel dries her hair until it's just damp. Helps her get dressed in a pretty pink top and the softest sweats she's ever had. And of course wears the pink slippers he bought her. She follows him to his room, watches as he grabs his clothes. Loves the way his back muscles move as he gets dressed. Almost drools when he drops the towel and she gets a clear view of his ass. Thanks whatever God sent this man her way. She always was a ass girly.

"Enjoying the view?" He smirks at her and she nods. He flexes his arms at her and kneels right in front of her. "So pretty." Sarah surprises him. She leans down an grabs his face, planting her lips on his. It's quick and simple and then she's pulling back. Leaving Gaz shocked and frozen. Johnny calls her name down the hall and she jumps up to follow. Gaz stays stuck to the hardwood.

Ghost closes the door behind him and is greeted with Sarah firmly placed between Johnny and Price, a game on the telly. They're explaining the rules and what is going on to her. He can see from here she's confused. Even chuckles to himself as he makes his way in. He decides to save her from boredom by asking her to help.

"Flower, wanna help with dinner?" She's standing up and by his side in a instant. Her green eyes shining as she follows into the kitchen. Ghost easily lays out the ingredients they need, pork chops, flour, eggs, cream and various other things. "Come 'mere. Stand in front of me." He puts her where he wants, and wraps his arms around her.

"Gonna teach you how." And he does. But she doesn't process a damn thing. No, because she is too focused on his breath agaisnt her neck, or the feeling of his arms trapping her agaisnt him. The rhythmic beat of his chest and the way he massages the seasoning into the meat. His hands are the opposite of Gaz's. Way bigger, thick fingers and callouses. But god if she doesn't wanna taste them. Feel them in her mouth, suck the cream right off of them. Two would burn so good inside of her, might even ease the feelings away. Wonders if he'd use one or both. Maybe his mouth? God she hasn't had that even before she went missing. Hard to find a guy that actually enjoys eating her out. Or who's even good at it. Maybe Gaz is good at it too. Fuck, what about both of them, together. That causes her moan, just a little bit. She doesn't mean too and tries to hide it but Ghost has super hearing.

"You okay Flower?" Her cheeks are bright red. He can feel the way her heart is beating. Knows that she moaned, but he wants to know why. What has her moaning, her back tense, her breathing labored. She nods agaisnt his chest but he knows she's lying. Can feel it in his bones. "Wanna help me put it in tha' oven?" Sarah nods and goes to step away, trying to put as much distance between the two as she can. His touch doing nothing to stop the beating in her vagina. She thinks he's knows too. His brown eyes stayed glued to her face, catching every movement she makes.

"What's got you so worked up, huh?" He's got his arms crossed, the question hanging in the air. She shakes her head, averts her eyes. Think about anything but how he looks so fucking delicious in the Henley and jeans. Or how Gaz felt agasint her back. "Lying to me isn't gonna help." She once again shakes her head and shrugs. "Use your words." He's gonna be the death of her.

"No-thi-ng." Lies. He squints at her and then turns away, showing the bakeware into the oven. He stops beside her, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

"Yer' ah' bad liar, Flower." Leaves her in the kitchen.

Dinner is uneventful, the food amazing. The boys praise her while Ghost just smirks. She catches Gaz's eyes a couple times, can maybe see the want in them. But he doesn't hold her eyes long enough to truly see. His cheeks flush when he catches her looking at him. Sarah can't help but wonder if she made things worse. Should've just kissed his cheek. Stupid. So stupid. Russian scu- Johnny is talking to her. Electric blue eyes focused on her face. He's so pretty. Can't help but think it.

"Mhmm." She agrees to whatever he's saying. Doesn’t care what it is. His lips are moving and all she can think of are the marks he could leave with them. Fuck. Get it together Sarah. Can't figure out why he mind is so set on sex. Why all she can think of is hard cocks and skilled fingers. She just spent two years being raped and used like a sex doll. Sex should be the last thing on her mind. But yet at the sound of Price's gravelly voice all she can think about are nasty things he'd whisper in her ear as he fucked her. She still has bruises on her from fists and batons. Still hears their voices screaming in her head. Can still feel their touch on her skin. But god if she isn't horny. Feels like a teenager again. But feels ashamed at the same time. Who would touch her knowing what she'd done? Who'd she done. She truly was nothing but a Russian whore. They'd turned her into it. Fucked it into her skull. She was dirty, the kinda dirty a shower wouldn't fix.

"Where'd ya' go?" It's Johnny, eyes shining bright. She stares for a second before deciding to just go to bed. Her dinner ruined. By you. She thinks. She doesn't want them to see her wallow. She's afraid they'll she what she already knows is true. She doesn't hear them coming after her, maybe because she's not seeing shadow people. She closes the door behind her and breaths. Takes a second and finds a nice soft set of pjs then heads to the bathroom. Keeps her eyes closed as she sets her clothes on the counter and just tries to calm down. Counts to ten before she opens her eyes. The woman staring back is so different. She's bone thin. Her once full breasts now gone. The woman left is scary looking. Her hair is still thick but colorless. Her skin pale and lifeless almost. The eyes that mirrored her fathers now look with horror. She doesn’t see any semblance of the Raven. The once strong and fierce soldier. Everyone used to stare in awe but now all she gets is pity. Doesn't even realize her hands are shaking until hers are covered by another set. She looks up into the brown eyes of Ghost. He's watching her. Eyes studying her face, the tears that have leaked down once full cheeks. The quiver of her lip as she holds back a sob.

"Don't do it." He speaks softly. But sternly. "Flower, you are killing yorself'. I know what you went through. What they did to yo-" She cuts him off. Eyes going wide.

"No." He doesn't know. No one knows. "You- don't." She's stumbling over words. Trying to put them together. "Raped me." She lets the tears fall. "Would put food-" Takes a breath as she stutters. "In front of me-e-e. Te-ll me to w-ork for it." Ghost stays still, using his body as a crutch for her. Keeps her hands under his.

"You don't have to tell me." Ghost tries. She doesn't listen.

"When I'd bleed, from how raw I was-" She shakes her head. "They'd use another hole. Until it was bleeding. Joked about taking my teeth so I could suck their cocks better." Ghost has to tighten his hands on hers, actually feel her because he's on the brink of losing it.

"When they learned I could speak Russian they would spit at me. Say vile things. Make me repeat them. Ask for them." She closes her eyes. "Made me their whore." She barely has the words out before Ghost has her spun around and pressed into the counter. His hands locking her in place.

"You are not a whore, Sarah." He's shaking, she can feel it. "You are a survivor. The strongest person I've ever met." His eyes are damp, the lashes sticking together. "What they di-did to you is disgusting and inhumane. Should've never happened. If I could I would personally break every single person's neck who hurt you. Make them beg like they did you." He's angry she realizes. Beyond angry even. And not at her but at them. The men who'd touched her and spit on her. "I'd take you home. Away from them and with me." Her breath hitches in her chest. Him? Sarah stares. She can see it in his eyes. The need, the want. For her. She takes her fingers and places them just under the start of his mask, pulling up. Asking a question. He covers her hands.

"Flower." She tugs on it again. A plea this time. She points at her scars. "I can't."

"Please." He can hear it in her voice, something new. He can't tell what it is though. There's something about how she's holding the fabric, her fingers pulling it taunt. He can't tell her no. And it'd be nice to be Simon with her. Simon who loves bluebirds, Simon that likes to hike, and maybe even Simon that sleeps with his arm around Sarah. Maybe even just Simon.

He pulls on the hood, her fingers pushing the mouth up and away. Closes his eyes as he throws it to the floor, fear metallic in his mouth. He can feel her fingers. They're tracing every scar and bump and valley. She lingers on his lips, humming to herself. He expects her to back away, leave him there alone and ashamed. But she doesn't. She stands there then pushes herself onto the counter and pulls him to her by his belt loops, doesn't even give him time to adjust before shes pulling his head down and kissing him. It's soft, that of someone who's testing the waters. Simon pulls away, her face unreadable.

"Flower." His tone is warning. Sarah sees it then. His grip on her thighs tells her as much. What she had seen in Gaz's eyes was right. She sees the same in Ghosts. Desire. It's bright and eating away at them. Any other person would have just acted but not them. No, they took her feelings into consideration, put themselves aside. Her heart swells from it. So she leans forward again and kisses harder. He pulls away again, just not so fast. "Flower, stop. We can't." He's saying it more to himself then her now.

"I wa-nt to." It's short and simple but no, he won't accept it. Not from her.

"I can't. I won't be able to hold back and If I hurt you…" She cuts him off, setting his hand between her legs. Where a damp spot had been made. And fuck if it wasn't warm. He closes his eyes and sets his forehead agaisnt hers.

"Ple-ase Ghost."

"Simon. My names Simon." Then he's kissing her. Hands in her hair and actually kissing her. She fits perfectly agaisnt him. And she's so fucking warm. She moans into his mouth and reaches to his pants. He pulls back with a groan.

"I'm not fucking you on the bathroom counter for the first time." Sarah giggles as he lifts her effortlessly and carries her to the bed. He pulls his shirt off first and yanks her pants and underwear down her legs. He takes them over his shoulders and dives head first. Breathing the scent of her skin in. Of her. He nibbles on her inner thigh. "Three taps for red Flower." And then he's in. The hair that is there is minimal, malnourishment does that. He licks up the middle, the sweetness causing his eyes to roll back in his head. She moans, loudly too. Takes her hands and grabs a fistful of hair. He moans into her. Finding her clit he swirls his tounge around it, feeling as it pebbles up. When he adds pressure she whimpers and arches her back. He chuckles at her.

"Mmmmm. Taste so pretty Flower." He presses a finger into her mouth and her lips suck onto it instantly. Lets her soak it with her own spit before slowly pulling it out. He slips the finger inside her, making sure to ease it in. There's discomfort on her face, so he pulls it back. Sarah's eyes open and she shakes her head.

"Wanna feel good." It comes out a whimper, but he understands. He kisses her inner thighs and nods. Going back to devouring her he presses the finger in more, working it inside her. He feels her rolls her hips agaisnt his mouth, whining. He needs her to cum on in his mouth first. Wants to taste it. So he goes faster, presses harder. Sarah can't breath. The pleasure snapping at every nerve ending. Can feel it licking up her spine. She's moaning, her words unintelligible. But that's okay, Simon doesn't need her to talk, no he needs her to writhe on his tongue. And she does. Her grip tighter as he feels her tighten around his finger. He quickly slips in another, needing to work her open if he's gonna fuck her. That does it. She sobbing agaisnt him. Her release covering his hand and mouth. And still he stays there, slurping up every drop until she's pushing his head away. Licking his lips he crawls up her body, kissing along the way. Slips his fingers into her mouth, makes her suck them clean.

"Taste how sweet you are, such a good girl. Cuming on my tongue." She whimpers around his hand, a shiver going down her back. Pulling them out he pushes her top up and off, quickly kissing between her breasts. "So fuckin' perfect Flower." She moans pulling him closer and slipping her tongue into his mouth. He pulls her hear, tilts her neck to the side so he can kiss it. Leaving couple marks as he does, the way her body convulses making her so much harder.

"Ne-ed you, Si-mon." She whines it, yanking on his bicep. He chuckles. His girl is impatient. He kisses her again as he kicks his pants off, fisting himself a couple times before leveling it with her cunt.

"'Member, three taps." She nods agasint his forehead and he sinks the tip in. She grips his arm, digging her nails in. He kisses the corner of her mouth, slowly pushing in further. Her eyes squeeze shut and he wonders if he should stop, but she's not tapping yet. She's breathing deeply and just trying to relax. He kisses her cheek now. Try to comfort her. When he finally is fully seated in her, he rubs her arms. After a few minutes she opens her eyes and smiles.

"Feels go-od." He nods, rolling his hips slowly. Her eyes roll in the back of her head as she moans. "Fu-uck." He takes that as permission to go a little faster, and fuck, does it take every last ounce of self control to just not bully into her. To fuck her pretty little head empty. To replace every last memory of what they did to her away and leave only him. His cock imprinted on her cervix.

"Fuck, flower, so fukin' tight." He drops his head to her neck, his pace killing him. And apparently she knows it, smacks his ass a little.

"Fast-er." He checks her eyes, wanting to make sure she's still here and not lost in her head. When he's satisfied he does as she asks. Rolls his hips faster, pounds harder into her. And god if it isn't the best feeling in the world. She's so tight and warm, he knows he won't last long. And neither will she, she's already groaning loudly and trying to meet his thrusts. He can see she's close, she just needs a little more. So he gives it to her. Angles her hips up so he can hit deeper, thrust a little hard. And she's gone. His name coming off her lips in moans and mumbles. He can feel her release coating him and dripping down, the sound lewd. The way she's chanting his name like a prayer gets him so fucking close. She's scratching his arms and shoulders and back. Her body jerking with each thrust. Just a little more.

"Simon, please." Her eyes are locked to his and that's all he needs. With one finale thrust of his hips hes spilling into her, his body falling onto hers. She doesn't try to push him off or complain, just weaves a hand in his hear and rubs his back. Ghost closes his eyes because, god, it feels so fucking good. To just be touched. To be cared for. He knows he's squishing her, can feel how her chest struggles to expand. He feels almost bad, afraid he's hurt her. But when he rolls off and actually looks at her the feeling goes away. Her face is that of bliss. She's completely relaxed. Her muscles limp and pliant. He kisses her head before running to get a rag to clean her up with. She lets him, doesn't say a word. And when he's done and crawls into be beside her she snuggles into his chest, wrapping her legs up with his. A hushed thank you whispered into his skin.

#call of duty #john price #call of duty smut #johnny mactavish #kyle garrick #call of duty imagine #soap #ghost #gaz #price

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galacticwiseguy · 3 months ago

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re the red flag shirt post

the thing is that any man who's paying attention realizes that loud male sexuality is scary. not inherently, not to everyone; but it's scary to a lot of women as a result of the world we live in and the experiences they have had at the hands of other men. and so we have to reckon with that

we don't get to be confidently, aggressively sexual in public*. because that's harassment. some people say this and they mean "that's what those feminazi SJWs will call 'harassment,' and it's oppression" — please understand that's the opposite of what i'm saying. I'm saying, if a man confidently, aggressively displays sexuality in public, that is in fact harassment. it scares and hurts people, it makes them feel threatened, it makes them feel like they can't just safely exist in public. it causes all of the feelings in some bystanders that we are trying to prevent and avoid when we take steps to prevent harassment.

i would love to be a visibly sexual being! i'd adore an opportunity to "display myself as sexually available" or "present myself to the female gaze" or whatever else the notes on that post said. in the vanishingly few places i get that opportunity, i take it immediately. but generally, men don't get to do that. because of the shitty behavior of other men, no men get to "confidently" display their sexuality. only women get to do that, because women's sexuality is not inherently, automatically a threat. men's is. we get to display our sexuality with explicit consent, or within very specific, clearly delineated spaces that defang it and make it safe,** and otherwise we are morally obligated to try to be sexually nonthreatening in public.

meanwhile other men who simply do not care about any of the above and do not think they have any obligation to care about other people's feelings do go around Confidently Displaying their sexuality. and as that poll showed, 60% of women go "ooh cool sexy" so those men are sexually successful. and 40% of women continue to feel scared and uncomfortable. same as it ever was.

i hope one day this stops being true, i don't think it's inherent in any laws of the universe (gender is fake, it's all made up). it's just a conditional result of the world we currently live in where so hugely many women are being harassed and assaulted by male sexuality on a constant basis. once that stops happening, then a display of male sexuality can become acceptable and fun

* unless we're being fruity about it, which also clearly defangs it—if it's clearly a display of gay sexuality then women know it is not a threat to them. that's why this isn't nearly so much of an issue for gay men.

** or, third case, if we're simply extremely attractive, in which case we often get given a pass. lots of people who'd be bothered if it was an ugly dude with the slutty shirt (or whatever) will be okay with it if he's hot. that's just the classic "hello, human resources???" dynamic at work. but even then you're still making a bunch of women feel unsafe, just a smaller bunch; it's not really okay, you're just more likely to get away with it.

#dating discourse

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markgarry909 · 4 months ago

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My wife and I were watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while we were in bed.

I turned to her and said, 'Do you want to have Sex?'

'No,' she answered.

I then said, 'Is that your final answer?'

... She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying, 'Yes..'

So I said, "Then I'd like to phone a friend."

And that's when the fight started...

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I took my wife to a restaurant.

The waiter, for some reason, took my order first.

"I'll have the rump steak, rare, please."

He said, "Aren't you worried about the mad cow?"

"Nah, she can order for herself."

And that's when the fight started.....

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My wife and I were sitting at a table at her high school reunion, and she kept staring at a drunken man swigging his drink as he sat alone at a nearby table.

I asked her, "Do you know him?"

"Yes", she sighed,

"He's my old boyfriend. I understand he took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear he hasn't been sober since."

"My God!" I said, "Who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?"

And then the fight started...

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My wife sat down next to me as I was flipping channels.

She asked, "What's on TV?"

I said, "Dust."

And then the fight started...

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Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, and slipped quietly into the garage. I hooked the boat up to the van and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour. The wind was blowing 50 mph, so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad all day.

I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed. I cuddled up to my wife's back;

now with a different anticipation, and whispered, "The weather out there is terrible."

My loving wife of 5 years replied, "And, can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that?"

And that's how the fight started...

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My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary.

She said, "I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3 seconds."

I bought her a bathroom scale.

And then the fight started......

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After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my Driver's License to verify my age. I looked in my pockets and realised I had left my wallet at home. I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later.

The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'.

So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair.

She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me' and she processed my Social Security application.

When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office.

She said, 'You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability too.'

And then the fight started...

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My wife was standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror.

She was not happy with what she saw and said to me, “I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment.'

I replied, "Your eyesight's damn near perfect."

And then the fight started........

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I rear-ended a car this morning...the start of a REALLY bad day!

The driver got out of the other car, and he was a DWARF!!

He looked up at me and said 'I am NOT Happy!'

So I said, 'Well, which one ARE you then?'

That's how the fight started.

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One year, I decided to buy my mother-in-law a cemetery plot as a Christmas gift...

The next year, I didn't buy her a gift.

When she asked me why, I replied, “Well, you still haven't used the gift I bought you last year!"

And that's how the fight started.

Anon

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valentinetypewriter · 1 year ago

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Me And My Husband - Chapter 4

Summary: the time for Y/n to 'hang out' with Sirius and Remus arrives, everything goes smoothly until the next day the two boys are faced with unwanted guests

Warnings: swearing, smoking, use of the Victorian language of flowers, Sirius and Remus are dicks at the end.

series masterlist

Main masterlist // marauders masterlist

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Also I'd love to know what you guys think of this series so far, since im sort of new to writing, so feel free to comment or even send it to my inbox

Word count: 4,030

It's been a long time so I made this one double the length of the other chapters, and I had a lot of fun writing this chapter

It was Tuesday afternoon and classes had finally finished up. Saying Y/n was nervous would be an understatement, though she didn't really know why she felt this way. She only asked Sirius out in the hope that she could at least try to become friends with him, so that the rest of her life spent with him wouldn't be so awkward. She deemed that it was simply the fact that she's never been on a date, and that dates weren't usually supposed to bring a plus one. Y/n stood waiting by the main exit of the school that would lead them down to hogsmeade, she was pacing by the time the two boys arrived. Sirius was dressed in his usual leather jacket with an old band shirt underneath, Remus on the other hand was wearing a soft looking sweater, it was kind of ugly in a sort of cute way.

"I was beginning to think you had bailed on me" the young girl said after she had stopped analysing the two boys. "Sorry we took so long, Sirius wanted to make sure his hair was perfect" y/n laughed quietly at the joke Remus made at his best friend's expense. "And here I thought he was all natural" Sirius' stormy eyes grew wide, shooting between the two laughing teens "I can't believe you're both ganging up on me". Remus bit his lip to stop himself from laughing at the boy's expression "sorry padfoot, it's just too easy" the shorter boy scoffed "well let's just get to hogsmeade already".

The three teens made their way to Hogsmeade in a somewhat awkward silence, occasionally broken by Sirius and Remus chatting, or if Y/n actually answered anything the two Gryffindors asked her. They were halfway to their destination when Y/n had started asking Sirius more personal questions. Simple things, like his favourite colour and his hobbies, before she decided to ask more important things. "So Sirius, what do you think you'll do after graduation" the grey eyed boy stared harshly at her "what do you think" disdain clear in his voice. The young slytherin shook her head slightly "no I meant, what do you actually want to do" she stared back up at him, her usually dull eyes held a slight sadness to them. Sirius seemed almost shocked, his eyebrows raising slightly, he wasn't expecting her to ever care for that sort of thing. "Oh… well, I'd like to travel around for a bit, and there's quite a few muggle things I have on my bucket list…" he paused for a moment, looking over to his right at Remus, he wasn't sure how to continue. But the tanned boy just gave Sirius a smile and a quick thumbs up.

Sirius looked back over at Y/n, her gaze unwavering as she waited for him to carry on "it's just um… once I'm out of school and move away from my family, I'd have more freedom to actually do those things'' the young girl tilted her head slightly "what sort of things?". "Well there's these things called a drive in theatre, you sit in your car and they project a film onto a large screen" the girls face twisted in confusion. Remus couldn't help but laugh slightly, he remembered seeing the exact same face on James and Sirius when he had first told them about it. "Oh! And there's this performance happening at the end of the year, by The Sex Pistols" the girls eyes widened slightly "The who!?" Sirius smiled slightly "no that's a different band". Y/n's face continued to contort in worried confusion "don't worry I'll show them to you some other time", to be completely honest Y/n wasn't sure if she wanted to know what the boy was talking about.

The trio had finally arrived at Hogsmeade, strolling through the village until they stopped outside a small Cafe. Y/n looked through the window at the many pastries they had on display, Remus and Sirius though were looking through their menu at the types of coffee and tea they offered. "We should go in, they look really good, and I didn't eat breakfast beforehand" Y/n was the first to speak up. The two boys nodded and they walked in, they stood in front of the shop counter waiting to be served. An older looking woman came over to them "what can I get you three?" She asked with a warm smile on her face. "Can I get the strawberry turnover and a white rose tea please" she ordered while pulling out her coin purse, Remus had caught a glimpse of it when she turned to them, it was pale blue with nifflers on them.

"What would you two like?" They both stared for a moment not expecting her to want to order together. Remus started off first "oh uh just a caramel latte and a Chelsea Bun" the young girl then turned to Sirius expectantly. "Don't worry I can pay for my own" he went to pull out his own money, not noticing how the girl's face dropped slightly "don't be ridiculous, I invited you to come with me, I'll pay" the stern tone in her voice and look in her eyes gave no room for argument, Sirius just let out a soft "alright" before slipping his money back into his pocket "I guess I'll just have the Crème Brûlée and a black coffee". Remus's face scrunched up in disgust at the mention of black coffee. "Is that all dears?" The polite woman asked "yes that's all thank you" Y/n handed over the money as the women and a younger looking employee started making their order.

The three had taken a table in the far corner away from the few people who were in the Cafe. "You know I'm glad you agreed to come today" the two boys looked at her, unsure who she was talking about as she was looking down at her hands and Remus noticed a slight tint to her cheeks. "It's just I've never done this before" her cheeks getting slightly red from embarrassment, Sirius looked at her confused "never done wh-" he was cut off as the taller boy kicked him in the leg. His stormy eyes narrowed slightly as he stared over at his friend. Before the girl could notice their weird behaviour their order was called out, Y/n stood up and walked over to the counter. "What the hell was that for?" Sirius whispered harshly "this is a fucking date, Y/n asked you on a date, thats what she's never done before" Remus whispered back "why do you think she didn't want you bringing James, or why she wanted to pay for the food…" he paused for a second looking over at the girl as she was grabbing sugar packets. "Or even why she's been asking you so many personal questions, it's a date and she trying to get to know you" Sirius eyes shot open wide at the realisation "oh Merlin I thought she was just being nosy" Remus slapped his hand onto his head with a sigh "fuck you're an idiot pads".

Before the boy could retort, Y/n made her way back over holding the tray, an excessive amount of sugar packets shoved onto the end of it. "Wow this looks a lot better than I was expecting" she said as she took her stuff off the tray, pushing it slightly towards the boys, Sirius's face burned up as he looked at her. They each took off their own order, Remus moved the tray onto the end of the table after taking a couple of the sugar packets. "So do you come here often Y/n?" Remus asked while pouring sugar into his latte "quite a lot actually, though it's only for their tea and to steal sugar packets" she stated as she nonchalantly shoved the majority of the pile of packets into her coat pocket. The two boys watched in confusion, neither knowing what to say. "uh… what?" Was all Sirius could manage to get out, the young slytherin looked up at him, freezing her action "oh, I realise how weird this seems" Y/n quickly shoved the rest into her coat "its for my pet, she's obsessed with them, no idea why though". The two boys visibly relaxed at the explanation she gave for her bizarre behaviour.

They ate their food with small interruptions such as occasional small talk here and there, or when one of them would offer a taste of their food to each other. After a while of mindless chatter and food sharing Sirius had left their table to go to the bathroom, leaving Y/n and Remus to talk to each other. "Um Y/n if you don't mind me asking… uh why did you invite me and Sirius out, I thought you didn't like us very much". The girl looked down at her cup, bring it up for a sip before responding "don't get me wrong I'm not particularly fond of either of you, but I'd like to get to know him better, I don't enjoy being betrothed to someone I know nothing about" she stopped, taking another sip of her tea "and perhaps if I do become closer to him, he won't be such a prat" Remus laughed slightly at the girl's words "trust me he's much friendlier and more competent when you get to know him". Y/n raised her eyes to look at him, her dull and cold eyes meeting his warmer gaze, she noted how doe-eyed he looked "yes well that's the difficult part, he doesn't really like me all that much, not that I hold it against him" the boys warm hand came to rest on her arm "I'm sure he'll come around".

Sirius was quick to come back before Remus could get an answer to why Y/n had also invited him on her date, Sirius took his seat and they finished their food. Remus stood after unfortunately spilling a bit of his tea on himself, his hands seemingly more shaky than usual "I'll be back in a second, i need to clean this up". Unlike when Remus and Y/n were left alone, the air felt thicker when it was just her and Sirius, neither really knowing what to say or do. And of course Sirius, having a hatred for awkward silence, said the first thing that came to him "You seem to get along with remus quite well" Y/n stared at him "whatever you're thinking, don't" Y/n looked over at the boy they were talking about "I don't like him any more than the rest of your group of misfits" Sirius shrugged "all I'm saying L/n is you seem nicer to him then you do me" Y/n rolled her eyes "well it's a lot easier to be nice to him then it is to you" Sirius stared at her for a moment "I suppose so, perhaps you'd prefer to be affianced to him" she thought for a moment "my parents wouldn't allow that, he's not pure, though if he was I believe he'd be a better candidate than you" the grey eyed boy smiled at her "well that's something we can both agree on". Y/n was done with the awkward tension between the two, she stood up to leave "i'll be outside, you can wait for Lupin".

Y/n stepped out of the small cafe, making her way around to the side of the building, hoping to hide away from prying eyes. She lent against the cold bricks, fishing out an almost empty carton of cigarettes and a blue lighter she had stolen from Evan yesterday. She lit the cigarette in her mouth and took a deep drag as she closed her eyes, letting everything wash away. After a few long minutes Y/n heard the Cafe door chime, she pushed the cigarette into the brick wall a few times to put it out, letting it drop to the floor she moved to the front of the shop seeing Remus and Sirius leaving. She walked over to the two "so where else would you two like to go" the boys looked at each other, it was like they could read each other's thoughts "well we've been needing to go to zonko's since we got back" remus was the one to offer, both Gryffindors knowing she'd be more likely to agree if it was him asking. Y/n rolled her eyes "of course you do, let's go then" she led the way, letting the two teens walk behind her. Zonko's wasn't very far from the Cafe so they arrived quickly. "Well I am certainly not going in there so…" the Slytherin fished out her coin purse again, handing them both a lot more than they would need for what they were after. "I'll be out here, be quick about it".

The two boys were quick to rush inside the shop, searching around for what they needed. Sirius stopped at a small section of enchanted gifts, he picked up a small wooden box decorated with stars. The sign for the small display labelled it an astronomers box, his mind dipped back to the memory of his brother and Y/n stargazing while she was at his house. He hesitated for a moment to take the box, but was quick to move on holding in his hand while looking for what he had first come in for. Remus and Sirius were quick to get everything they needed, paying for their stuff together and shoving it into a bag, Sirius still holding onto the box. They left the store looking around for Y/n, finally spotting her leaving a herbology shop with a cardboard box. "You know she's quite pretty when she is glaring with those cold eyes of hers" Remus said as she walked over, a small smile on her face. "Are you two ready to head back?" she asked, adjusting the box in her hands. Sirius lifted up the bag for her to see "yep we've got everything we need" remus quickly dug into his pocket pulling out the rest of the money Y/n had given them, even with an entire bag full of stuff they hadn't even used half of what she gave them "here's what's left by the way, and thanks for lending it to us" the girl just stared at his open hand, not reaching over to grab it. "Keep it" she stated abruptly, turning around and walking off before either boy could protest, the boys were quick to catch up "are you sure" the girl simply nodded and let out a noise of agreement. "We should get back before it gets any later" the girl kept walking at a brisk pace.

The three made their way back to the castle quicker then they left it, they entered the main entrance, Y/n stopping by a bench, setting down the box. "Oh by the way, I brought you both something" she stared at them expectantly, before they walked over to her. Y/n opened up the box pulling out two glass vases, both green in colour with different patterns decorating them with their own unique flowers sitting inside. The girl handed them both a vase each, to Sirius she gave him one filled with yellow carnations and to remus a slightly smaller vase with a colourful mixture of pansies. "Oh thank you Y/n" Remus said, a smile growing on his face, Sirius held the box up to her "I got something for you as well, it's an astronomers box" the girl held it close to her "well thank you Sirius, that was very kind of you" she seemed to ignore the fact he brought it with the money she had given to him. Y/n was the first to leave, heading off to her common room to relax before dinner.

The next day went by quickly, Y/n making her way to the library to meet with Sirius and Remus like she promised. Unknown to the two boys she had made a slight change to their plan, that change being the two boys who were walking next to her. "I still can't believe you're stuck with those two dicks" Barty said, adjusting the two book bags he was carrying in favour of Evan carrying his school cloak and vest for him. "I don't like it either, but the quicker I get it done the less time I have to spend with them, besides having you two with me makes it more bearable" Evan let out an almost strangled sounding noise as he threw his arm over the shorter girl "awww she loves us" the three laughed with each other before entering the library. The group made their way to the usual spot Y/n sits at, the same spot she told Sirius and Remus to meet her at. "Sorry i'm late, i'm usually a punctual person, unfortunately these two aren't" Sirius let out a quiet groan while Remus just glared as they saw the two boys standing behind Y/n. "Why are they here?" Remus questioned, annoyance clear in his tone "well firstly our group partner is sick" Barty was the first to speak, Evan carried on his sentence "and secondly Y/n's our best friend, who invited us along". The two Gryffindors stared at the mentioned girl, she simply rolled her eyes as she sat down "it's a study session, I'm sure you'll get over it".

The three arriving teens all took seats next to each other, Y/n pulled her notes and books out while Barty and Evan pulled out a single book to read through. The two groups worked quietly, until it was broken by the whining of Evan "this book sucks, are we sure we grabbed the right one Barty?" the boy shrugged, "it's the one that little weasel said would be good for our project" Evan rolled his eyes, he was glad their useless group mate was sick. Evan threw the book shut, looking over at his friend "Y/n my sweet amazing friend~" he dragged out, his tone overly sweet and begging "yes my annoying dumb friend" she said back, in the same sweet tone Evan had used "since you have so much knowledge with little Cosmos you would know the perfect book for us" the girl perked up at the mention of her pet "I suppose I would, I'll go grab it for you, not out of the goodness of my heart but because I need to grab a different book as well, and I don't trust you enough to grab the right book". Both boys smiled brightly as Y/n left to grab the books. Leaving her two friends to talk

"So are you going to go through with that plan of yours tonight Bee?" Evan asked as he lent in closer to Barty. The two Gryffindors now focusing on their conversation while pretending to work "I think I might, I've finally got it all planned out, I'm going to take her to the greenhouse, with the excuse of herbology homework and then I'll give her those chrisa-whatevers" Evan laughed "the chrysanthemums, Merlin how are you a Ravenclaw" Barty shoved the boy slightly, laughing himself "piss off". He hesitated before dropping his head slightly "do you think she'll actually say yes to the date" Evan looked at him in disbelief "stop doubting yourself, I'm 100% sure Y/n will say yes". Remus couldn't help but scoff at his words, grabbing the attention of the Ravenclaw and Slytherin. "Sorry do you have a problem Lupin" Evan asked, quick to get defensive of his friends "no no, it's just funny you think she'd actually say yes" his usually warm eyes seemed cold.

"Well what would you know about our best friend you sleazy little wimp" Evan was always quick to anger when it came to his friends "more than you apparently, I mean you did know she was on a date yesterday, I saw her at Hogsmeade, she seemed awfully close with him" Barty face dropped, an overwhelming sadness engulfing him "she would've told us, I mean she tells us everything" Evan rolled his eyes at the two Gryffindors "they're just lying Barty, ignore them". Remus lent towards them "I'm not, I saw him buy her a gift, a small wooden box, one of those astronomy boxes" this time Evans face dropped, he remembered Y/n proudly showing off the box to Regulus at dinner, saying how she got it at Hogsmeade earlier that day. Remus had a smug look on his face as Evan slumped back into his chair while Sirius let out a noise of shocked amusement.

"well Black you should learn to keep the dirty half-blood of yours on a leash" Evans words were quick to wipe the smug look off the scarred boys face. Both Gryffindors were unaware of the young girl now looming behind them. "I could say the same about your little pet bird" Sirius's harsh gaze met Evans, both boys defending their friends. "You know I'm surprised someone like her is even friends with you, I mean you really are the most pathetic Ravenclaw I've ever met" Remus's insult made the boy sink further into his seat "more so the most pathetic pure-blood I've ever met, do you honestly think you're worthy of even being friends with her." Sirius cut in with his own insult. Barty was quick to flee the library, taking his cloak and vest but not bothering to grab his bag from the floor.

Evan stood out of his own seat he felt burning hot rage slowly take over him, ready to poor out insults at the Gryffindors. Unfortunately his anger wasn't as quick to build as the girl's who was standing behind them "who the hell do you two think you are!" The boys turned around staring up at the now seething girl, her dull eyes seemed to darken in anger "and to think I thought you pathetic Gryffindors could put aside house pride for one evening, but I suppose that's my fault for expecting too much from either of you". The girl grabbed her bag before turning to the two boys "if I ever hear either of you say anything like that to any of my friends again, I swear to make the rest of your time in school miserable". Both Y/n and Evan grabbed their stuff and left the library, Y/n held onto Bartys bag. "I should return this to him, do you think he went to his common room" y/n said her voice still angry "Actually he said he needed to go to the greenhouse tonight, said it was something urgent to do with herbology, you might find him there" she stopped to look at him "thanks Rosie, I'll go find him".

Y/n arrived at the greenhouse, looking around the large room hoping to find barty, but he wasn't there. Nothing even looked like it had been touched or moved since their class, well there was one thing out of place. A sky blue pot had been left shattered on the floor it held blooming chrysanthemum, Y/n thought that the blue pot was a nice contrast to the deep red flowers. She noticed how the pot was smashed in the open space of the floor, it didn't fall from a shelf or table, she thought it had been an act of vandalism or perhaps sour rejection. "Such a sad fate for something symbolic of love" she spoke to herself softly, picking up the flowers and repotting them into an unused pot, it wasn't as pretty but perhaps she could paint it. She set the now potted flowers onto a table before sweeping up the mess of soil and terracotta shards. She decided to take the plant with her, still wanting to paint the pot to the nice blue that was shattered. And to make sure it held up after being thrown around.

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sugar-omi · 8 months ago

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what’s ur favorite way to design cove in each of the steps

so freakin excited you asked LMAO

step 2

i switch between the two hairs, bc i like em both really, hair 2 more than the other i think but yeah and i sometimes, most often, skip the glasses. again, depends on the aesthetic im going for or if i like the options

and i also switch between the 2 shirts, depends on how i feel n how emo i want my cove to be LOL and i'll never not give him the black jacket. I JUS DON'T LIKE THE PINK ONE it's not bad, it's grown on me. but not grown on me enough

step 3

fucking love my emo cove. you already know ehehe so i usually give him the black shirt/cargo shorts combo. when i give him the outfit in the 2nd pic, i either give him those white sweats or the green cargo shorts.

you can't see it in the first 3 pics, but i give him the helix always. i freakin love it. love sticking piercings in cove im sorry (progressively emo-ifying cove...)

also switch between cove's hair, 2 and 3, because i love the long hair (again, very obvious by now haha)

n then i give him the pink swim trunks bc i always feel bad for not giving him the pink jacket in step 2

n then i switch between that formal shirt n the patterned one, i usually go for the plain one but i've been okay with the patterned one n will settle on it most the time lately (used to think that was kinda ugly too LOL has anyone noticed im picky)

step 4

i switch between the 2 hairs, but i usually go for the 3rd hair and the outfit in the 2nd pic. he looks kinda punk in it n i love it

n again, sometimes put him in glasses

ALSO WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT HOW FUCKING SEXY HE LOOKS IN THESE GODDAMN SUNGLASSES. I WISH HE SHOWED UP IN THESE MORE

if i saw him on the street, even if i didn't know whim i'd be shaking violently trying not to jump him. what the fuck. who let him leave the house looking like that. fucking sex demon

#olba #cove holden #ramble

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gayathreya · 2 months ago

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good day, my lovers. it's time for another edition of rating suriya's outfits

it took me 5 business days to recover from the song that is named yolo, a title that is a decade too late, but here we are. we shall take a look at his outfits that we have a clear-ish full view of, in ascending order based on my esteemed correct opinions. strap in, babes

patterned blue beach shirt with white pants

an atrocity beyond all measure. it's not even a proper pattern on the shirt. the kind of random abstract print that is ugly, on top of that horrible shade of bright blue. suriya looks good in darker blues, this ain't it. and the white pants... kill. 1/10

2. patterned yellow beach shirt with white pants

another nonsense outfit and colour combination. why are they obsessed with such bright colours... IT DOESN'T LOOK GOOD!! STOP IT!!!!!! the design on this isn't as bad as the blue beach shirt, but it's still dumb. the white pants as always, are a straight no. we need to start shaming people in white/beige pants. 2/10

3. abstract patterned beach combo set??? with white singlet

actually, it's not that bad. i get the appeal of beach combo shirts and shorts (i have them, too), and even though it's another shitty abstract pattern, as it's part of a set, i can close an eye to excuse it cos they're meant to be garish and silly looking. my 2 beach combo sets are pineapple designs in beige and orange, so i understand. 4/10

4. white tracksuit

the only thing wrong with this is the white. i really hate white outfits. he would be smoking in this if it was all black instead. so smoking in fact he would (and should) have his bones jumped (to put out the smoking fire, i mean. yeah) 5/10

5. blue dotted shirt and white pants

guys.. this was so close to being a good fit. the shade of blue is decent, but once again, it's the white that ruins it, both in the asymmetric dotted design and of course, the disastrous white pants again that i'm so sick of seeing. we need to burn them, suriya. please listen to me. it's enough. i do like his glasses in this, though. 5.5/10

6. yellow and black checkered suit

the gay outfit, if i say so myself. and i do. i'm saying it. i'm not sure about the colours, and i'm not even sure about the design, cos lbr it's kind of a gnarly mess. if this was on anyone else i'd point and laugh. but because it's suriya, it's strangely captivating. he's like a whispering siren in my head. no, i can't hate this even if i really want to. 6/10

7. blue tracksuit

FINALLY WE'RE GETTING TO THE ACTUAL GOOD STUFF. HE ACTUALLY LOOKS WHOLESOME AND CUDDLY HERE! I WANT TO HUG HIM! YES, KING! GO CYCLING! DO YOUR EXERCISE SEXILY! i know it. a very simple and clean outfit in a good colour. this is what i want. this is what i need. in fact, i'm cycling spiritually with him right now. 9/10

last but not the least....

8. vest without shirt open slutty chest pastel pink outfit

OKAY. OKAY. HEAR ME OUT. THIS IS ACE. firstly, i've always loved suriya in soft pink, i think it's one of the best colours on him after black. this is an insane outfit cos of the shirtlessness. we wear vests over a shirt, yes? that's why they're called 3-piece suits. suriya has simply made this a 2-piece suit and gone on full chest out and the only reason the chest out even works is cos it's unshaved, since nothing is more disgusting that shaved hairlessness (TO ME). i love the slutty hairy chest out look and the pastel pink and his warm smile NO IDGAF IT'S JUST GOOD. 9.5/10

WHY NOT 10/10 YOU ASK??? yeah it's cos of his ugly ass white shoes;

i literally have no idea what these pair of shoes are doing on him and paired with a suit. baby what's going on!!! who told you to do this!! get a nice pair of boots! black or brown, either would work with pink!!!! as a long time diehard doc martens truther, i need someone to get suriya a pair of those. i wear it with everything. shorts, jeans, sweatpants, work pants, idc. a pair of black standard doc marts are the shoes for any occasion. as with my hatred of white for anything other than like a plain t-shirt/singlet, i don't believe in white shoes either. it's ugly, and i won't apologise for it. but worst of all, track shoes shouldn't be paired with suits. we used to beat up people for that.... but i won't, cos suriya is so cute in pink i can't do that to him. in fact, have another pic of him just for no reason;

my angel meow meow forever :') <<<333

#yolo #kanguva #suriya #tamil cinema #kollywood #first kanguva thesis on the internet.. YOU'RE WELCOME SIRUTHAI SIVA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#mine*

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iwasforcedtomakethisbytum · 8 months ago

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State appearance headcanons and explanation for headcanon

Well my headcanons are mainly aesthetic choices with little reason other than i think it looks nice the outfits are mostly the same except simplified

Gov I've only started drawing him recently, he's mostly canon complaint other than having blue eyes in my most recent drawing because he frankly doesn't have many colors other than black, and i made him being a tad chubby, because i don't often draw fat characters so after my first time, i started drawing him fat because it's honestly kinda cute i give him a beard too

Louisiana has probably the most consistently simplified outfit because i simply don't remember how it looks and i refuse references, i draw him as a black man and i usually give him those beads that people often put in their braids because i think it looks cool, i also vaguely headcanon him based off my brother (not inlaw yet but in spirit) and I'd like to draw him with a cane or wheelchair eventually because of that, i do need the practice of drawing those

California i imagine being buff because of his former governor Arnold Schwarzenegger, although I'm bad at drawing buff people, i like giving him a darker skin tone, and he has longer curly hair, i think i originally did it because of him being considered a hippie, also when i draw his ears being visible i give him some lovely percings, occasionally I'll give him golden eyes because it's pretty, i also usually give him ripped jeans

Florida i usually forget his glasses on his hat, i definitely use the brightest colours on him, i draw him with shorts usually, if anyone is given scars it's Florida, i draw him as a white person but i made him really really tan despite him being a redhead, and i made him one because I've heard some people say redheads are soulless so i figured it made sense lol

Nevada I've drawn one time, I've given him really short shorts i believe and i changed his outfit to a tank top because i felt it fits better with the headpiece, the T-shirt looks awkward, honestly he looks kinda ugly in canon ngl, i also don't imagine him with a feminine body type i imagine him having some muscle, i think it looks nice

Texas i usually draw as a really skinny dude, i don't know why honestly i feel like i started doing it that way because i felt it made him look even taller, and usually i give his boots pointed bottoms, it makes him look like he's floating whenever i draw him, he has fairly tan, skin definitely not as tan as he could be, he's very white but still, i draw him with sorta longer light brown hair, depending on the length it could be slightly curly, or straighter than him. When i remember i give him a cross necklace, when i draw her as a lady i give her a long skirt because i think she'd really value hiding her body, i also draw him with a square head because of that one moment in the series :)

Alaska I've only drawn occasionally, since i headcanon him and texas as brothers they have similar genetic traits like hair and skin, i forget how i draw his eyes, i feel blue if i had to guess, i imagine him and texas are the same height but he's much more fat, i usually give him a T-shirt and shorts, i draw him with a beard unlike most characters because i suck at drawing them

And new york i usually draw with a slightly skinner body, i remember once seeing someone draw new York as black for the first time and thinking "yes yes i love that actually" so i nowadays always draw him black, he also doesn't have any or much of any hair under his hat, i also draw him fairly short because he sorta reminds me of my sister and she's 4'11 i believe

I've never drawn Colorado before i don't think but i do like seeing the people who draw him with short curly hair i think it's cute

Austin when he is a separate person from Texas I've drawn him like a mix of him and California because i like the headcanon of Austin being in Texas's custody after the divorce. He has percings with crosses and very short curly hair, his skin is lighter than California but darker than texas, and he has a similar headshape and body to texas, but he has a more emo style, but this does make me think, who is giving birth to him? because i draw him like he's their biological child, and i see them both as biological males, idk for all we know states preform magic mating dances to have kids

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #wttt #wttsh #wttt texas #wttt california #wttt florida #wttt new york #wttt louisiana #wttt austin #wttt nevada #wttt gov #wttt alaska

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