#please I’m so bored someone give me some movies to watch

[astrid-09]

Hey guys, I’ve been really bored lately so can someone please give me some movie recommendations? I like anything😼👍

[cranberry-writes]

Dating Headcannons for The Boys characters!

Please send requests, i need motivation

Characters listed; Hughie, Butcher, M.M, Frenchie, Kimiko

Warnings; Mentioned drinking and cannon typical violence/language. Also i’m barely on season 2 please bear with me

Hughie;

- He’s so so sweet about your relationship

- He gets you flowers for no reason other than he saw them and thought you’d like them

- He has thousands of reminders so he won’t forget anything, from a drink you liked to your anniversary he will have it written down.

- Later on in the series he gets protective and cautious about the relationship, scared someone (homelander) will mess it up by hurting you

- He’ll probably push you away a bit to try and protect you but after you knock some sense into him he’ll be back to normal

- Loves park/library dates, going on a picnic during the summer and to the library when it’s to cold out.

- He will do so much for you (flowers, gifts, dates etc) and insist it’s nothing but will cry (happy tears) if you do the same

- Don’t get me wrong tho, he’s still a bad ass (sometimes). He just dosnt want you to think differently of him because of it, he’s hurt people, killed people, and he honestly isn’t too keen on focusing on it. Even if you two are in the same line of work.

- And if you two don’t work together he tries to keep his ‘work’ life and dating life separate, very separate.

“You’ve never told me what you do for work, maybe i could stop by and meet your co-workers.”

“Uh, actually, i don’t think that’ll work.”

“Why not? is everything ok there or something?”

“I-, uhm, work alone, so i don’t even have coworkers for you to meet really, it’s really boring infact you’d probably fall asleep just from me talking about it hahaha.”

- You find out like two days later

Butcher;

- Little shit

- I mean that affectionately

- His pet names will range anywhere from “Darlin’” to “Fucker” and i WILL stand by it

- He’ll probably introduce you to his work before he does his dog

- But his dog is the big ticket, you meeting Terror is essentially his way of proposing before proposing

- He’s protective but not in the “i’ll watch your every move” more in the “im teaching you how to use every weapon to ever exist” way

- Honestly work would probably come before you for a while before he sucks it up and actually makes an effort

- Dates will be at the most shity bar imaginable, unless he’s apologizing for something then he’ll take you to the nicest place he can and put on a suit. (it’s the Cheese Cake factory and he’s wearing a Hawaiian shirt under his jacket but he’s trying)

- Unlike Hughie he will introduce you to his work at some point, granted it would still be a while before he did but he would at some point.

- He’s sweet in his own way

“Darlin’, look what i got ya.” And it’s a Garfield shirt a size to big but you still wear it anyways

MM;

- Definition of husband material

- remembers anything and everything after being told one time

- makes you baths with rose petals and candles and all that stuff if you mention you’ve been tired lately

- Takes you out to the movies and a nice restaurant at least twice a month

- Good gods he’s sweet to you

- He knows how to cook/bake and will make stuff for you all the time

- My guy will make a meal from your culture and practice making it almost daily just to give you a taste of home.

- He really loves back massages and cuddling after a long day

- Put on some crappy reality show for background noise and nap together

- He wants you as far away as humanly possible from his work, will literally say shit like “everyone at work has the plague you can’t visit” as a joke to try and change the subject

- Chances are you won’t find out

- His favorite flowers are tulips and nothing will change my mind about it

“Baby what are these?”

“Tulips, I bought them from a street market on 11th today. They’re your favorite, right?”

“Gods, sweetheart you’re perfect.”

Frenchie;

- When you two meet you both think it’s just going to be a one night stand

-…then it’s two nights, then three, then a week, then you start spending more time at his place than your own. One day you guys just realize you’re moved in and dating

“Are we dating?”

“…Was there anything else we could be mon cœur?”

- honestly i don’t think you two would get together if you weren’t working together, or at least you were also into some shady shit

- But overall you guys have a strong relationship, one gets hurt the other kills someone, someone is hungry the other is already cooking, stuff like that

- He also cooks but it’s only french food, it’s like a super power. He can cook any french food effortlessly but literally anything else he messes up

- If you are french he’ll be super happy someone else will appreciate the same stuff in a similar way

- If not then he’ll be happy to share stuff with you, teach you some french words and tell you about stuff he grew up with

- Honestly he’s just happy someone (other than Kimiko) will listen and take an interest

Kimiko

-I have a confession to make, Kimiko is my favorite and i have a very blatant bias towards her

- Kill anyone you want bby i don’t care ill always like you

- Anyways, It probably takes you a while to get close enough to her that she’ll consider dating you

- Once y’all get to that point i don’t think you could break it tho

- I think she would like constant minimal physical contact, like hand holding or leaning on each other

- I think she’d be pretty protective over you, like someone looks at you wrong and she wants to maul them

- Learn sign language with/for her she will love it

- Draw with her, get her supplies, like those alcohol markers i’m sure she’ll love them

- Honestly i don’t think she’d be big on pet names, she wouldn’t object to it but i don’t think she’d give you one first

- Cook for her, i just think it would be sweet and she deserves it

“I got you some of those markers you’ve been looking at for a while.”

Thank you, this is nice

- Please she’s perfect i love her

[songforeddiemunson]

Can you please do a Eddie X virgin reader where there has always been romance and they never acted on it until they confess when there watching a film and then a couple weeks after they make out then have soft sex

Thank you so much for the request!! I made some minor adjustments because that's just the route the narrative took me, but I hope you like it! I'm SO sorry this took so long, it's been a nutty few weeks.

NEXT SUMMER

Eddie Munson x Fem!Virgin!Reader (description vague apart from AFAB for inclusivity)

Summary: Eddie meets a cousin of the Wheelers who is visiting for the summer, and falls head over heels. The problem is, she lives in Chicago, and needs to return in the fall. Can they handle it?

Warnings/Tropes: longing with a bit of angst, fluffy affection, romantic soft smut, mild language, aftercare, mostly this is just really sweet.

Word Count: 5517

August 1990

You first caught Eddie’s eye on a late summer evening, standing under the twinkling lights of carnival rides at the county fair. It was the sort of cotton candy sky just moments before the sun dipped below the horizon, signaling the end of another august day. The droning cicadas were rapidly giving way to the cricket’s song, but all of those innocuous details faded away as Eddie watched you as you waited in line for the Scrambler, talking and laughing with your companion.

Eddie’s heart nearly leapt in his throat when he saw that the person you were speaking with was someone he actually knew. Nancy Wheeler! his brain screamed, and before he realized what he was doing, his feet were carrying him forward as if he was on autopilot, such was your magnetism.

Nancy caught sight of Eddie as he approached, and her face broke out into a broad grin. “Eddie!” she exclaimed with delight. “It’s so great to see you!” She hugged him as you stood by, a polite smile gracing your lips.

“Likewise, Wheeler,” Eddie replied fondly, and when his eyes slipped to you, your heart nearly ceased its rhythm. The breath was stolen from your lungs, and all you could do was stare wordlessly at the handsome man who evidently was a friend to Nancy.

Unbeknownst to you, Eddie was experiencing the same physical paralysis under your gaze.

“Eddie! You have to meet my little cousin!  She goes by Ivy, but her name is–”

“Oh my god,” you moaned, cutting Nancy off. Blood rushed to your cheeks in mortification.  “I am not little, I’m twenty years old now!’

Nancy giggled fondly. “Well sure, but you’ll always be little to me.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m only two years younger than you, but whatever.”

Eddie laughed, and your cheeks pinkened even more. “It’s nice to meet you, Eddie,” you said. You struggled to meet his eyes; it was like staring at the sun.

“It’s good to meet you too Ivy, if– if you don’t mind me calling you that.”

You smiled and nodded enthusiastically. “Please do.”

And so you spent the rest of the evening with Eddie and Nancy, keeping things oh so casual but feeling like you might die every time he looked at you. You remained aloof because, after all, you didn’t even live in Hawkins, and eventually you’d have to return home to the city. 

When Eddie first learned that you would be returning to Chicago at the end of the summer, he was crestfallen but struggled to mask it.

“I’m sure Chicago is really cool,” he said with forced bravado. “Way cooler than boring old Hawkins.”

“Oh but I love coming here,” you breathed enthusiastically. “Chicago is cool and all, but this is so nice. I love smelling the mown grass, and being able to go to the drive-in movie theater, and all that great summertime stuff.” You gestured around you. “And the county fair! I love coming to the fair.”

Eddie smiled despite his growing sadness. “You make it sound pretty nice. But really it’s just cornfields…”

“...I love corn,” you countered.

“And strip malls…”

“.....strip malls always have video stores, and I love movies.” you said with a grin.

Nancy returned from buying a candy apple.

You pointed at her. “Candy apples! I can’t buy candy apples in Chicago.”

“Hmm?” she replied, confused, chewing. “I’m sure you can buy candle apples in Chicag–”

“Not from the fair though,” you interrupted. “They’re better from the fair.”

“Point taken,” Eddie said with a chuckle, holding up his hands in mock surrender.

“I do still want to jump in a creek though,” you said wistfully.

“Gross, no. There are leeches,” Nancy said.

“Not in creeks,” Eddie laughed. “Ponds, maybe. But creeks are fine.”

And so the evening wound down. You and Eddie went back and forth over the virtues of city vs country living, but Eddie had to admit, you did have a way of making Hawkins sound pretty great. When it was time to part ways, Eddie desperately wanted to kiss you, so much that his lips nearly burned from the need, but he refrained. What would a girl like you ever see in a guy like him?

Two days later, on a late Sunday morning, where the summer sun shone relentlessly through a bluebird sky, Eddie picked up the phone and dialed the Wheeler’s number with a shaking hand.

Mike answered, sounding like he just woke up.

“Mehllo?” he mumbled by way of answer.

“Mike! It’s Eddie.”

“Munson?!” that seemed to wake him up. “Dude! It’s been forever!”

“Yeah man! How are you doing?”

“Oh things are good, I’m going off to college next month, and–”

“Is your cousin around? Ivy?” Eddie blurted anxiously, covering his face in embarrassment over the way he must have sounded. “Sorry man, it’s just that I need to ask her something. I would love to catch up with you though! Before you head to school; we should get together.”

“Yeah definitely,” Mike responded, unbothered. "We’ll catch up. I’ll go get Ivy….” 

Eddie heard the handset thump against whatever surface Mike set it upon, and heard him call your name. He faintly heard your voice respond, which made Eddie’s already hammering heart pick up its pace. More fumbling noises ended with a slightly breathless, “Hello? Eddie?”

“Hi Ivy,” he replied, and you thought maybe you could hear a smile in his voice. “Wanna go jump in a creek?”

Your summertime in Hawkins was coming to a close; in only a few days’ time you were due to return to Chicago and university. As the final days ticked away, a ball of sadness gradually grew in the pit of your stomach. It was the best summer ever, and you were sorry to see its end.

Since the night you met him at the fair, Eddie had taken you cliff jumping into the Bear Creek, something that simultaneously terrified and thrilled you, leaving you more exhilarated than you have felt in a long while. But when you weren’t jumping, you simply floated in the water, watching the dappled sun dance across its surface, loving life.

Eddie also took you to the drive-in theater. It wasn’t a date, since he didn’t technically ask you out like that, and Nancy and Mike also insisted on tagging along. You lined camping chairs up in front of the van and rolled down the windows with the sound up loud so you could all sit together. It was a lovely, balmy night of watching Total Recall, and you ate too many skittles while swatting mosquitoes. It was perfect.

And now summer was ending and it was time to go, and you couldn’t possibly want to return to Chicago less. Why did you have to meet Eddie now?

You sighed as you packed up your things, folding clothes and setting them in your suitcase slowly, unmotivated. Nancy perched on the side of your bed, watching.

“You seem really bummed out,” Nancy remarked.

“I guess I’m not looking forward to going home. I wish I could stay a bit longer.” you replied, not bothering to hide your low mood.

“Would this have anything to do with a certain long-haired boy that lives on the other side of town?” Nancy prodded. It’s not like you were hiding anything.

“That obvious? And he’s twenty-four, he’s not a boy.”

Nancy nodded, with a giggle. “Fair enough.”

“And…maybe. I don’t know. It’s not like he’s kissed me or asked me out properly....” You stalled your packing, and you folded and unfolded the same sweater over and over while you let your thoughts wander.

“But you want him to?” Nancy prodded gently after a moment.

You sighed. “Yeah, I do. It’s kind of all I can think about actually,” you added with a wistful chuckle.  “But what’s the point when I live all the way in Chicago the other nine months of the year?” You flopped down dramatically on the bed with a huff.

“Maybe you can talk on the phone and stuff throughout the year, and pick up where you left off next summer?”

“Long distance?” You allowed a glimmer of hope to creep in. “Do you think that could work?”

Nancy shrugged. “I did it with Jonathan when he moved to California. It’s not easy, but it can work.”

You hitched a deep sigh. “What if he doesn’t want to?”

“There’s only one way to find out,” Nancy replied.

The sky was overcast as you loaded the last of your bags into the back of the Wheeler’s car, matching your mood. You hugged Mike and Karen goodbye; Ted and Nancy were going to ride with you to the train station. You scanned the empty suburban streets for Eddie, but he was nowhere to be seen, causing your heart to sink even lower.

Just as you were about to climb into the backseat, you heard a sound that pulled your attention toward the woods at the edge of the neighborhood. There was some rustling and you saw that the flora was jostling about. What the–

Eddie suddenly materialized from the trees, calling, “Wait!” as he trotted over toward you. Your heart reversed its previous downward trajectory with haste, and happiness soared through you so abruptly and completely that you thought you might fall over.

“I cut through the woods,” Eddie stated breathlessly. “I was afraid I wouldn’t make it.”

“Just in time,” you grinned.

Ted poked his head out of the car’s driver window. “We’re going to be late if we don’t get going.”

“Oh– Okay, I won’t take long,” Eddie stammered slightly.  “I just wanted to say good bye and ask you…is it okay if I call you?”

You struggled to contain your delight at the suggestion. “Yes Eddie, I would really love that.” You pulled a small notepad from your purse, jotted your number down, and tore the scrap of paper out before handing it over. “Don’t lose this.”

Eddie had the fleeting thought that he would have your digits tattooed on his flesh to ensure their permanence. “Don’t worry, I won’t.”

Ted honked the horn, even though you were all standing right there.

“Okay, well I have to go. Call me tomorrow?”

Eddie nodded, his throat suddenly gone dry. “I will.”

As you sat down and closed the car door behind you, Ted wasted no time pulling away.  You twisted around in the seat to watch Eddie grow smaller as the distance increased. He raised a hand and waved shortly before you went around a bend, causing you to lose sight of him.

The temporary high of seeing Eddie was quickly supplanted by sadness. It was going to be a very long wait for next summer.

June 1991

Once you were clear of the train platform, your rolling suitcase and duffle bag appropriately situated, you bolted through the crowd as quickly as possible.

Nine long months you waited. Nine months of speaking on the phone for hours nearly every night, talking about everything, watching movies together, helping Eddie write his next D&D campaign, discussing books. You shared hopes, dreams, wishes, and desires. Nine months of longing. Nine months of imagining his lips on yours, his fingers gripping the meat of your thighs, picturing him doing things to you that you’d never done with anyone before. You were tired of waiting.

You never officially declared yourselves to each other, still hadn’t even kissed, so you couldn’t be completely sure that he felt the same way. But you had a pretty good idea; after all, would a guy spend that much time on the phone with you if he didn’t feel some kind of way? He said he was going to pick you up at the train station after all, so that had to count for something.

You were determined. Eddie would not slip through your fingers; this summer was going to change everything.

And there he was. As you entered the terminal with the other passengers, you spotted him immediately.  He was leaning up against the wall, torn tight jeans and black band tee, long chestnut curls cascading around his shoulders. He was beautiful. 

The way his face lit up when he spotted you could probably heal the world, if you could find a way to harness it. 

You let your bags drop to the ground as you ran to him, and he opened his arms to you as you collided with him, slamming him back against the wall. His arms slid up around your back and gripped you tightly, his breath fanned across one ear, setting all your senses alight, and you simply resided in his embrace and felt the object of your affection absolutely envelop you. Oh how you had waited for this.

You pulled away just enough to look at his face. He was undeniably very happy, eyes bright, smiling broadly, his dimple making itself known.

“Hey you,” he said.

“Hi you,” you replied.

“I’ve missed you,” he said softly.

“I've been counting the minutes,” you said. You thought maybe you were going to cry.

“Try seconds,” he whispered, opening his eyes wide as if he was revealing a scandalous secret. 

The rest of the bustling train station faded away. The voices and echoes were reduced to a muffled din, and all the people who hastened past you became less corporeal. As your eyes roamed his face, it felt like you were the only two people in the world.

He blinked and pulled away, and as soon as it started, the spell was broken.

He hastened over to your bags and grabbed hold of them, slinging your duffel over his shoulder and taking your rollbag in one hand. “Let’s go,” he said with a look over his shoulder, his hair bouncing as he hurried through the terminal with you in tow.  He slowed as he approached the doors to outside. “Uh, I’ll take you to the Wheeler’s to settle in, but I wondered…” He paused, his expression belying his own lack of confidence. He looked almost shy.  “I got an apartment about a month back, finally…a space of my own,” he continued. “I wondered if maybe you wanted to watch a movie later?”

“Eddie!” you breathed, excited. “That’s so great! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” he said with a small shrug. “No pressure, if you don’t want to. I just wanted to put it out there, no strings attached.”

“I would love to,” you beamed. 

“Do you want to know what movie I picked out?” Eddie asked.

“I really don’t care,” you replied, and you laughed together as you walked to the parking lot.

You waited anxiously for Eddie’s arrival later that evening.

“It’s a daaaate!” Mike sang as if he was still fourteen and not a freshman in college. Nancy slapped him on the arm.

“Don’t tease,” she admonished, but there was a twinkle in her eye.

“It is not a date!” you countered as you checked your reflection for the thousandth time. “Doesn’t someone have to say it’s a date for it to actually be a date?”

Mike rolled his eyes. “Some things are just sort of….assumed.”

You and Nancy glared at him in tandem. “Uh, no thank you. Nobody should make assumptions about anything like that,” Nancy scolded.

You nodded in agreement. “Yeah I mean, what if he just thinks I’m a great friend, and I go and spoil everything going in there thinking this is a date?”

Mike gestured toward you as you touched up your lip gloss. “Says the chick who has been fussing over her appearance obsessively for the last 45 minutes.”

“I’m just being prepared,” you said.

“For what?” Nancy said with a chuckle.

“Just in case it is a date. I never said I didn’t want it to be.”

Nancy laughed as Mike groaned in exasperation. Fortunately, you were saved from further discussion by the doorbell. You ran from the room before anyone could stop you, grabbing your shoulder bag on the way. 

You opened the door and revealed a slightly nervous looking Eddie, and he nearly stole your breath away.

Eddie was resplendent in a blue and black plaid button-up shirt with his black jeans and black converse sneakers. He had clearly made an effort to tame his hair, and his waves were soft and tidy. His breath caught when he saw you.

“H– hi,” he said with a grin.

“Hi yourself,” you said. You chanced a look over your shoulder, fearful of an audience. “Okay let’s go before Mike and Nancy get weird and interrogate us,” you said, grabbing Eddie by the hand and making him laugh while shutting the door behind you.  Eddie held his van door open for you before walking around the other side and starting up the engine. Was that aftershave he was wearing?

Butterflies exploded in your chest. Oh my god, this is a date, you thought to yourself elatedly.

Eddie’s place was nice, simple, and clean. He didn’t have much in the way of furniture or decor yet, but he had the basics, and it was all his.

You were halfway through Goodfellas��� which was really good– and sipping on bud light bottles on opposite ends of the couch.  You were sitting with your legs curled underneath you, your left foot sticking out along the couch cushion.  Eddie reached over and gently laid a hand on your ankle, pulling your attention away from the film.

“I’m gonna grab another beer. You want anything?”

“Sure, you want me to pause it?”

“Nah, I’ve seen this twice already,” he said as he headed to the kitchen.

“Eddie!” you said, smiling. “Why didn’t you rent something you’ve never seen?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he called. “I love this movie.”

You picked up the remote and paused the film anyway.

“But it just came out on VHS!” you said, laughing. "How have you seen it multiple times already?"

He returned with two freshly opened beers and handed one to you. He sat down again, a little closer this time.

“What– you don’t watch movies over and over again every chance you get? Is that…like….not normal or something?” He smirked at his own sarcasm.

“Not that quickly I’m afraid,” you said, and he laughed out loud. 

“I guess I’m a bit of a fixator,” he said. “I fixate on things.”

“I suppose we all have things we fixate on,” you said.

“What do you fixate on?” He asked. He was leaning slightly in your direction. It made your heart speed up a little bit.

“Well lately,” you said, drawing out your syllables and pretending to think really hard about it. “Lately it’s been this guy.”

“Oooh,” Eddie said. “Tell me more.”

“Well, he looks a little rough around the edges, but it turns out that he’s the sweetest.”

“He is?” Eddie played along.

“Oh yes. And he has the biggest, most soulful brown eyes I’ve ever seen. It’s like he’s always seeing the world in new and interesting ways. And don’t get me started on his lips…”

“What about his lips?” Eddie asked.

“They’re so full and plump, like fruit, and I want to nibble on them.”

Eddie huffed a small laugh. “You want to nibble on his lips?”

“Among other things,” you said, a little breathily.

As your eyes flicked down to his lips, he licked them unconsciously, and you knew everything was about to change.

Eddie leaned forward, closing the distance between you, and he raised his right hand to cup the back of your head, pulling you forward. You felt his breath fan across your cheek as he rubbed his nose against yours.

“What other things did you have in mind?” he murmured.

“I want him,” you said simply. “But I don’t know how he feels.”

“Hmm,” Eddie cooed. “I think it’s safe to say he wants you too.”

“He does?”

“Oh yes,” he breathed, and then he kissed you.

Your breathing hitched– it was finally happening.

You enjoyed the simple feeling of his beautiful lips against yours for a moment before you parted your lips to deepen the kiss. You slotted his bottom lip between your teeth and applied gentle pressure. Eddie’s quiet gasp did things to you.

You chuckled, and rose up on your knees before pressing your body firmly against his, the movie now forgotten.

Eddie broke away, beaming. “I thought you probably felt the same way, but I wasn’t sure, and I was afraid to make a move and fuck it all up–”

“Shut up and keep kissing me,” you said.

He did as he was told. He also dialed up the passion, and you kissed each other hungrily, pouring nine months of longing into your efforts. Your tongues danced together, your hands roamed the expanse of his back, and you slid one hand up and under his shirt to feel his flesh.

Eddie gasped at your touch, and pulled away. His pupils were blown wide from the excitement, and you imagined that yours might look the same. He cupped the side of your face in his hands, boring his eyes into yours.

“Are we together? Are you mine?” he asked, and your heart broke and soared with equal measure at the sheer sweet earnestness of him.

“Yes, Eddie,” was all you could muster before he was kissing you again. He tipped you back and gently laid you down across the sofa, allowing his hand to travel up the length of your torso, keeping things chaste, but only barely.

You laid together and kissed deeply for a time, until you decided you’d had enough.

“Eddie,” you said.  “T– take me to bed.” 

“Are you sure? That’s really what you want?”

You nodded, but you couldn’t hide your nerves, and he gently pinched your chin to tilt your head up. “You seem anxious,” he said softly.

“Well, I – I haven’t actually done it before.” 

Eddie’s eyes widened slightly.

“I’ve done some stuff, a little hand stuff mostly, but never, uh– it. Sex. I’ve never had sex.”

Eddie smiled affectionately at your display of nerves. “Relax, babe. It’s okay. You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready to do.”

“But I am ready,” you said, more assuredly.  “I really want to do this with you. I want you to be my first.”

Eddie searched your face for any further signs of nervousness or unease, but all he saw in your eyes now was conviction and honestly. You reached up a hand and laid it on his cheek.

“Nine months I’ve waited for this. I knew a long time ago that you were the one, Eddie. I’ve waited long enough.’

Eddie nodded. “Okay,” he said softly.

He moved to stand and gently scooped you up in his arms, making you giggle, and he carried you over to the bedroom. He kicked the door open with his foot, making you laugh some more, and laid you on his bed, which was clean if unmade. He leaned down and braced himself on either side of your body to kiss you.

“If you want me to stop, just tell me,” he said between kisses, and then stood back up to pull his shirt over his head. He did it in one fluid motion, letting his soft curls dance across his shoulders and back, and he was a sight to behold. You’d seen him with no shirt on last summer when he took you swimming, but somehow this was different.

“May I?” he asked, and paused with his fingers above the fly of your denim shorts. You nodded, and let Eddie loosen the buttons before pulling your shorts down along your legs and tossing them aside.

You smiled up at him as he loosened his own jeans and pushed them down before stepping out of them, leaving him clad in nothing but his boxers. He returned to the bed and laid next to you, gently trailing one palm up your body and pushing up your shirt, resting it at the bottom of your ribcage just below the underwire of your bra. Eddie resumed kissing you; it was something you were quite sure you would never tire of. He was amazing.

After a beat he pulled away to look down at you. “I need to get you ready,” he said softly. “I don’t want it to hurt.”

“Okay Eddie,” you replied.  He pulled your shirt over your head gently, and then moved one hand to your back to unclasp your bra. 

“You seem to have some experience with this,” you said, feeling a stab of self-consciousness.

Eddie paused. “A little. I’m not a virgin, but I’m hardly a Casanova or anything…”

“It’s okay, I don’t need to know.” you looked away. 

Eddie was not pleased with the loss of eye-contact, and he could sense your discomfort. 

“Hey,” he said softly, turning your face to his. “It’s only been a couple different girls. I really haven’t had much action for a guy my age, trust me. And nothing serious, ever.” He kissed your forehead. “You’re special. I want this– I want it to be special.”

You relaxed and smiled. “Honestly, I’m fine.”

“You’re sure?”

“Completely.”

“Okay then.”

He pulled your loosened bra off, leaving you in only your knickers. “If you want me to stop, just tell me.”

Your answering smile was cut short as he bent and placed a kiss on your nipple. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, before he sucked the little bud between his lips, setting all your senses alight. 

“Oh–that feels nice.” you sighed.

As Eddie suckled you, he slowly trailed his hand down the length of your torso, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He paused at the elastic of your underwear, slipping one finger just under the thin white band, but continued no further. 

“You can– ah– you can touch me Eddie,” you managed between gasps.

With no further preamble, he slowly slid his hand into the delicate cotton, and his fingers found your heat. He removed his mouth from your nipple, leaving it feeling cool and bereft, before kissing you lasciviously as he slowly pushed a finger inside of you. You gasped, but as quickly as he had entered, he was gone again. He dipped in smoothly a second time, but then turned his attention to your clit, applying gentle pressure and circling it with his moistened finger.

You arched your back and moaned at the sensation. Your senses were heightened, your heart was racing, and you couldn’t believe that you were here, with Eddie, after all this time. You were delighted; you’d waited so long for this, and you were going to enjoy it.

Eddie slowly picked up the pace and pressure of his ministrations. You felt as if all the blood in your body was rushing to the space between your legs, and your body began to tremble. It felt good– damn good. You could hear the wet sounds of your arousal as his fingers picked up speed, and then, without warning, he slid one back inside of you. You moaned as he pumped you with one finger, sliding out, stroking the sensitive button of nerves, pushing back in. You were teetering on the edge of climax when, suddenly, he stopped. 

“Wha–” you said blearily, as Eddie padded over to his nightstand. 

“I’m just grabbing a rubber babe,” Eddie smiled, as he pulled open the drawer and held up a foil square.

“Ah, right.”

“Just want to be careful, ya know?” 

“Of course.”

Eddie paused to look at you, his face painted with adoration and concern. “You sure you’re still okay with this?”

You nodded emphatically. “Yeah, yes.”

Eddie looked angelic. Flushed with desire, his hair slightly mussed, lips reddened from kissing, his boxers tented by his arousal. He walked around the bed to stand at the end, and he gently pulled your underwear off, leaving you fully exposed for the first time. You had to fight to resist the urge to curl into yourself protectively. You weren’t the only naked one for long, however, as Eddie pushed his boxers down, and you were able to see all of him for the first time.

He was beautiful. He was perfect.

He deftly rolled the rubber along his length before he laid down next to you, and let his fingers return to your heat. He leaned down and kissed your neck while he worked you open, this time with two fingers. He slid them inside as he kissed your lips and licked into your mouth, and then he gently climbed on top, allowing you to rest your calves around his hips.

You felt his tip prod your entrance.

“Are you ready?” he breathed into your ear.

“Yes,” you said, and he captured your earlobe with his teeth as he slowly started to push in.

“Ah– fuck,” you cried softly. It felt like white fire had ignited where you were joined and traveled up your body, settling behind your eyes, and a kaleidoscope of sparks clouded your vision. You squeezed your eyes shut and ground your teeth together as you moaned through the sensation. It hurt, but it was a sort of pain you’d never felt before.

“God, babe,” Eddie gasped as another shallow, gentle thrust pulled him deeper. “This okay?”

It wasn’t okay exactly, it stung like hell, but it was okay because this was Eddie, and there was nobody else on the planet you were willing to experience this with.

“Uhhuh, yeah,” you panted. “I’m okay.”

Eddie sat back on his heels and grasped your thighs with his hands, pulling you flush against him and seating himself fully inside of you. His eyes met yours and he smiled at you adoringly as he began to move.

You moaned in sweet agony as each thrust ignited new fires within you, but before you realized what was happening, the pain began to give way to intense pleasure. Your gasps of pain grew to cries of ecstasy, and Eddie could feel you yield to him, could feel the resistance temper, and he delighted in watching the change come over you. White fire was replaced by pure bliss.

He lifted your legs to rest your ankles on his shoulders, and picked up his pace. 

Eddie hugged your legs to his chest as he pumped, every thrust hitting deep, the mingled gasps and cries of your lovemaking growing in volume and timbre. You reached out a hand to touch his chest, but he was too far away. Eddie noticed this, and he released your legs to lean forward, bracing himself with his hands on either side of your shoulders, and he kissed you. It was damn hot, the passion of it all, making out so intensely that your teeth clattered together as he fucked you, all of your senses heightened and electrified.

You scratched at his back as your felt your climax building, causing his own pace to falter. Your cries of delight as you came caused his own orgasm to crash into him suddenly, and you both moaned as you rode it out together.

And then all was still.

You breathed together as you came down from the intense sensations you had just experienced, and you could feel Eddie’s heart beating in its cage, his chest pressed against yours. He could feel yours too.

After a moment, he got up, discarded the used condom, and slipped on his boxers, smiling down at your prone, naked body as he did so. “Was that okay? It didn’t hurt too much?”

You thought for a second. “It did hurt at first, that probably can’t be helped. But after a little while, it felt really good. Was I– was I any good?”

Eddie beamed. “Oh babe. You don’t have to ever worry about that. It was incredible.”  He headed to the bathroom, and returned shortly with a damp washcloth. He sat beside you and gently tended to your sore, sensitive area. The cool terrycloth was soothing, and he peppered your face with kisses, making you giggle. He tossed the washcloth aside and laid down with you, wrapping his arms around you to hold you close.

“Do you want to stay here with me? You can, if you want,” Eddie murmured into your hair. He sounded sleepy.

“Eddie, I want to be wherever you are,” you replied. You were feeling quite drowsy yourself.

“I don’t want the Wheelers to think I kidnapped you,” he said with a small chuckle.

“They know where I am, and we’re all adults, so I’m staying put.”

Eddie grinned. You had no way of knowing what was happening in his heart, but he wished he could transfer part of his joy to you, so you could feel even a fraction of his elation.

Eddie had no way of knowing that you were feeling exactly the same way. He also had no way of knowing that you were planning to transfer to Indiana State in the fall. In time, you would share your hearts fully with each other, but for the moment, you enjoyed just laying in his arms, and drifting off into blissful slumber.

Together. ♥

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MASTERLIST

[putmeinmoviebaby]

First of all, English is not my first language, so please ignore any mistakes. Just focus on this man's beautiful hands and be happy.💕

Being young is a real mess, not having financial stability and having to scramble to solve things and have freedom.

When I met Anaïs, we became friends quickly. We always had a lot in common, which strengthened our friendship. When we started sharing an apartment, it was reassuring.

"Are you coming back tonight?" I ask Anaïs, who was finishing getting ready.

"I don't think so. I'm heading to James's place," I hear her voice from the bathroom.

"Okay, be careful. Call me if you need anything."

I hear her laugh and see her stepping out of the bathroom, dressed in a dress with boots, her hair done, and wearing makeup.

"What do you think? I'm wearing that dress I bought last month."

I glance at her face and then at the dress, which was a wine-colored satin.

"The color really suits you; you look gorgeous," I say, winking at her and smiling.

I see her heading towards the living room, grabbing her bag and phone. She comes toward me before reaching the front door.

"Don’t wait up for me. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, darling," Anaïs says, giving me a kiss on the cheek and heading out the door.

I lie down on the sofa, putting on some random movie while sipping a glass of wine. A well-deserved rest after spending a whole week under stress.

Scream was playing on TV. Distracted by the movie and the wine, I lost track of time, until I suddenly heard someone knocking at the door. When I checked the time, it was exactly 11 PM.

I couldn't imagine who it could be at this hour since I hadn't called anyone. Getting up, I glanced through the peephole and saw a man outside, wearing a white dress shirt. His face was slightly lowered, making it hard to see him clearly.

When I opened the door, he looked up directly at my face, somewhat surprised. I now noticed that his eyes were a very clear blue, reminding me of Anaïs's.

"Hi? Can I help you?"

"Oh, hey. I’m looking for my daughter, Anaïs," I heard the man say.

"Oh, you're Anaïs's father? She went out tonight; I’m not sure exactly when she’ll be back," I say, a bit embarrassed for not recognizing him.

"Ah, I was in the area and, knowing she tends to stay out late, I thought I’d drop by to see her."

"You must be Y/N, right?"

"Yes, nice to meet you," I say, offering my hand.

"Noel, Noel Gallagher. Nice to finally meet you," I hear the man say with a soft laugh.

"Would you like to come in? I can try calling her to see if she’s on her way," I say, stepping back.

"No, I wouldn’t want to disturb her."

"Oh, no, please, make yourself at home. Come in, I insist," I say, giving a shy smile.

I see the man enter with some hesitation. Once inside, I notice him looking around the room, observing the TV and the half-empty bottle of wine.

"Would you like some wine?"

I ask as I guide him to the living room, sitting on the sofa and looking at his face.

"Oh, no, thank you, darling, but I’ve had enough for today," I hear his deep voice say.

I give him a discreet smile and take a sip of wine from my glass. I grab my phone from the coffee table and try to send Anaïs a message to let her know about her father’s presence. However, seeing that the message wasn’t delivered, I figure she won’t see it until tomorrow.

I glance at the man beside me, now seated on the sofa and watching the TV. His hand displayed a thin gold bracelet that sparkled in the dimly lit room.

He was attractive in my eyes, with short, slightly gray hair, slim arms, and the first two buttons of his shirt undone, revealing a chain.

His hand bore no wedding ring, which surprised me since I thought he might be committed.

"I sent a message to Anaïs, but I don’t know if she’ll see it now," I say, looking toward him.

"Oh, right. I haven’t seen her in five weeks because I was on tour. I’ve missed her," he replies.

Hearing this, I give him a smile and take another sip of wine, trying to feel more at ease.

"You’re a good father. I don’t even know when I last saw mine," I say, laughing. I see him raise an eyebrow at me and give me a warm look.

"I try my best. My father was a very complicated man and difficult for me and my siblings."

"I just gave up on mine. I was never close to him. Maybe one day we’ll work things out."

"Don’t pressure yourself, darling. The more frustrated you get, the harder it will be," I hear his strong British accent say.

I look at his face and see his compassionate gaze as he speaks to me.

"I think what young people do the most is get frustrated. We expect a lot and receive very little."

"That’s the problem, you shouldn’t expect much from something that has never given you anything."

"But it’s so nice to deceive yourself, to want to believe that you’ll get more than you really deserve," I say, running my hand through my hair.

I hear him laugh in response, seeing his hand move to his face and then down his neck. His hand was striking, with visible veins and long fingers.

"Would you mind if I smoke here?"

"Oh, no, go ahead," I say, shrugging.

I watch him pull out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket. He takes a cigarette, puts it in his mouth, and lights it.

As he takes a drag from the cigarette, he exhales the smoke, removes it from his mouth, and looks in my direction. "Do you want one?" he says, extending the cigarette that was in his hand.

After taking the cigarette, I take a deep drag, relaxing my body, and return it, noticing his eyes on me.

His eyes were striking, the kind you don’t easily forget, so blue they seemed like the open ocean.

"I wanted to quit nicotine, but when you start smoking young, it’s very hard to stop," I hear him say as he inhales the cigarette.

The smoke coming from his lips seemed like freshly written poetry, something to be admired.

"I can imagine. I try my best not to smoke because I’m highly addictive."

"I spent much of my life using drugs and smoking nicotine. I don’t think I’m good at giving advice about addictions."

I laugh and look at his face, taking the cigarette from him again, inhaling, and exhaling the smoke.

I see his gaze fall on my lips as I took another drag and then hand the cigarette back to him.

His gaze stayed on mine for a few seconds. Trying to defocus, he shakes his head slightly.

Letting my legs fall over the sofa, I see his gaze follow my movements. Then, he looks at my leg, which was exposed, with my hands resting on it.

Following my hands, I move them over the edge of the sofa, letting them drop. I see his face contort as he runs his tongue over his lips.

I see his breath catch for a few seconds, and his body tense.

Giving in to the tension of the moment, I run my hands through his hair until I reach his neck and chest, removing the chain from inside his shirt.

His gaze followed my movements, watching me look at his chain around his neck. His hand slowly moved up my arm until it reached my face.

His hand brushed my cheek, and I could feel the coolness of the ring on his hand. He held my face with his hand, stopping at my lips.

I let my hand fall on his chest, where he holds it and leans in, giving me a kiss.

As his mouth approaches my hand, I look deeply into his beautiful blue eyes, which now shine on his face.

In a moment of freedom, I let myself fall into his arms, holding his face and pulling him towards me, kissing his lips. His hands move up my back until they reach my hair.

I pass my arm over his shoulder, pulling his face towards mine. His hands move up my shoulders to my neck, sliding along until they reach my mouth. Then, I hear his husky voice in my ear: "Darling, you're driving me crazy."

His hand reaches the hem of my shirt, and his slender fingers glide over my body like playing a piano. He pulls it over my head, and my arms lift as if by electric instinct. His eyes never leave my face. His fingers reach my neckline, brushing past my lace bra. His lips approach my shoulder, letting sighs descend over me. My fingers run through his short hair, tugging at it. His fingers find my face, pulling it towards his. His chest rises and falls repeatedly, and his lips kiss me with urgency, as if I might disappear from his arms in seconds.

My fingers reach his shirt, unbuttoning it. I could feel my hands trembling at the closeness of his body to mine. I could sense his gaze on my fingers, making me even more nervous, feeling like a teenager again.

As I unfasten one button after another, I finally pull his shirt off his body. I watch his white shirt fall to the floor, joining mine, giving me an incredible view of his chest in front of me. My fingers trace over him, making circles on his chest, reaching up to his neck, placing kisses all over it.

"Darling, are you sure about this?" I hear his husky voice whisper in my ear while his hands slide down to my thighs, giving gentle squeezes.

"Yes, I want you," I say, looking into his face, letting my hands fall on his shoulders, my breath still faltering.

He lifts me up in his arms, surprising me, and carries me to the bedroom, where he lays me on the bed and climbs over me, kissing every inch of my body until he reaches my stomach.

His body was now between my thighs, getting close to my hips, his hands sliding down all over my legs.

His breathing was deep and slow, his eyes had a tremendous sparkle, his hands were firm. Everything about him drove me absolutely crazy; it only made me want more and more.

There was no denying it; my body called for his like a roaring flame, and I won't deny my desire for Noel Gallagher on this long night.

The End

[fionajames]

Christmas with the Greasers; Headcanons

Hey guys these are some headcanons about the Greasers for Christmas!

Enjoy, and please send requests!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!

Ponyboy

Loves Christmas.

Buys everyone books in hopes of getting them to like them more. Then has to read them because half of them can’t read to save a life.

He made everyone wait until all the others were there to open presents. 

The only one who can make a tea for Darry. 

He and Johnny team up to try and get Dally to enjoy Christmas. 

Pony goes to Church on Christmas Eve alone. Even though he no longer goes regularly, it reminds him of his parents.

Sodapop

Puts tinsel fucking everywhere.

Y’know how tinsel has like the fine little strips? Yeah, you’ll be finding bits of that in your food for weeks.

Buys everyone like lollies from the DX and writes badly spelt cards.

Puts decorations everywhere as well.

Managed to put a Santa hat on Dally’s head and doesn’t end up getting beat somehow.

But like, are you gonna punch a golden retriever? No. Not even Dally could do that.

Darry

Does this whole thing my parents do where he goes “I’m not getting up until someone makes me a cup of fucking tea.”

Enjoys watching 5 teenage boys rush to make a cup of tea while Dally just smokes a cigarette.

They have a tradition of all the gang celebrating at the Curtis house, as if they were all blood-family.

Gets everyone good presents.

Puts on Holiday Inn and White Christmas and shushes anyone who talks during during the films.

Johnny

He and Pony team up to get Dally to enjoy Christmas ofc.

Makes cookies and gives them in little packages to everyone.

Actually likes the Christmas movies Darry puts on.

Throws snowballs at socs with Dally but hides when they turn. 

Sleeps over at the Curtis house with the others ofc and doesn’t go home at all, too scared of his family.

Decorates a lot but we’ll, unlike Soda who’s just crazed.

Dally

Christmas Day is the only day Darry lets him smoke inside the house so he takes full advantage of that.

Really doesn’t see the point on Christmas.

Although, he does kind of grow to like it through the constant forceful nature of Johnny and Pony.

Gets everyone like, a pack of cigarettes or something like that. 

Threw snowballs and passer-bys.

Bought Buck a pack of cigarettes and Buck cried. One of the first hugs he didn’t immediately escape.

(I love the idea that Buck is just a sweet, lonely guy. Cause we don’t really know his personality, I headcanon him as a sweetheart).

Two-Bit

First up and is running wild in the house to wake everyone up.

Burnt himself but dropping boiling water on his like whilst trying to make Darry’s tea.

Complained about it for approximately 1.896 seconds before resuming running around whilst holding an ice pack to his leg.

Gets everyone a bottle of coke or something.

Screams happily when the Mickey Mouse Christmas specials come on.

No one is sad around Two-Bit but especially on Christmas cause he’s just an actual fucking child on Christmas.

Steve

Bought proper and good gifts but mostly so he could brag that he gave the best gifts.

Tried to suffocate Soda with tinsel when he almost ate a bit of green tinsel. 

Puts snow down Socs backs as they go past and uses Dally as a shield when they get angry.

Tries to watch the films but gets bored and makes snarky remarks throughout them.

[whenyoulookupatnight]

WORRIED?

About the state of the U.S.? Of the world?

Me too.

But I am tired of just being worried.

First of all, VOTE! If you haven’t yet!Time is running out!! See my recent repost, but also it’s long, so very short tl;dr: go to vote.org ! And then if you still have all the requirements to go vote, hurry to your nearest polling station!

But after that? Here’s some honesty, and gentle advice, from yours truly:

My New Year’s resolution, two months early, is to take more direct action to make the world a better place. I have before, but I want to return to doing that, and I hope you do too, no matter the election result.

Here are four videos I find extremely important. You might dislike the people relaying the messages, and hey, that’s fine, but even so, please give them a chance. They aren’t too long each (16 min, 4.5 min, 1.5 min, and 13 min respectively). Comforting is not the right word, but I feel a good deal more motivated after watching them:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=i8N4Sgk5HTE

After you vote, I would say you are allowed to tune out for a moment. For just one evening. Cast your ballot, but then leave your worries to rest as best you can, just for this evening. Try not to obsess over the live polls or electoral maps or the news stations live reporting. Watch TV or a movie, or read, or play a game, or knit, or listen to music, etc etc- whatever calms you down, whatever puts you at ease.

But tomorrow? Or as soon as you can?—Make an action plan.

You can start small! You’ll be surprised with how you can improve your life with just a small change. Just one. It can be a small thing. Do your laundry, take a shower, take a walk, listen to some of your favorite music. Baby steps. Will you crack open that planner or calendar finally, and just start with today and tomorrow first, making a to-do list? I struggle to do that, but it always helps.

What I need for myself right now is just that, to make a wellness plan. I always share the oxygen mask metaphor: the emergency information for planes is to put your oxygen mask on before helping someone else. You cannot help anyone if you do not start with little things for yourself. And yes, that is easier said than done. But again- baby steps.

First, make changes for yourself.

And then, soon—when you feel able—make a change for another person.

Will you call or text a friend you haven’t talked to in a while?

Will you get together to support friends and family today and tomorrow? Or next week?

Will you do a random act of kindness, for your neighbor? For a stranger?

And then—and only then—but also not too long from now: How can you take direct actions to change your community, and your world, for the better?

Will you start the process of joining a union, to demand better pay and conditions for you and your coworkers?

Will you search online, “[issue important to you] [organizations/activism/activist group]”—and make a commitment to get engaged? Show up for a meeting?

Will you choose to volunteer somewhere?

Will you write a letter to or call a lawmaker about an issue you care about?

Will you go to a local city council meeting? (Boring, sure, but you may be surprised by what you learn!)

Will you do one of these things, today?

This week?

Will you add one or two more, this month?

The next three months? The next six? Twelve?

I am not sure what I will do first. But I will take it one step at a time. And after some self care steps, I’m going to make a plan to take care for my friends and family. Then, some small acts to engage and support in my community. Then, I will organize with people take direct actions to make the world a better place too.

*That* is what truly squashes the seemingly endless dread, the anxiety, and yes, the worry.

Thank you all. Thank you for reposting my recent longwinded election post.

Lastly, a loving reminder:

You are valid.

You are loved.

You deserve the same love for yourself that you give to others. (That is a tough ask, I know- but in the near future, recall it as best as you can).

And you are not alone, no matter how bleak it seems right now.

Let’s love ourselves as best we can, love our friends and family and neighbors and strangers and community and the people who make up countries and the people and animals and plants and everything that makes up our scary yet endlessly beautiful world.

With all that said:

Love. 💙

Peace.✌️

And? Sooner, rather than later?

Let’s hit the pavement, and get to work y’all!

Let’s go!! ✊

[poemnic-tarot]

Channeled Message from Your Soulmate’s Higher Self

(Disclaimer : This is a general reading please only take what resonate. For entertainment purposes only)

🧚🏻‍♀️ 💕 🍀 🌷 🌸 You are Loved 🌸 🌷 🍀 💕 🧚🏻‍♀️

Pile 1🌠 “Twin flames”

“I want to acknowledge your mastery of your own emotions. I love that you’ve learned not to control or shame your emotion but accept them for what they are. Your inner strength really shine through and it wasn’t easy so I want to congratulate you on that hard earned achievement, my love. Now your emotion can’t hold you back anymore from taking action. They do not dictate what you can or cannot do because frankly, there is nothing you can’t achieve in this world. You can basically manifest anything.

You are very intuitive and even psychic when we first met and I noticed that about you. I was surprised by how much you were able to pick up on. My feeling particularly because I was not that expressive. You’ve showed me how to balance between true inspired action and just doing things for the sake of doing it. It was hard for me to give something up or abandoned things I’ve started, even when I know it was passed due to do so. Leaving things,letting go of attachment is hard for me. I am the type to keep on reading a book or watching a movie till the end even when I am dead bored of them. There’s no reason for me to continue but there wasn’t a reason for me to leave either. So I’m stuck I guess, I’m very good at getting myself stuck, in the middle, hanging in- between staying or going. But you told me you found that endearing for some reason and gently took my hand and guide me out of my self- imposed prison. You have helped me heal my wound of abandonment, maybe that’s why it was hard to say goodbye to things and leave them, even though they do not serve me anymore.

I admire your sense of adventure, you are the most expressive person I’ve ever met. Even if you don’t know that about yourself. I feel quite a strong kinship with you, like this is not our first rodeo on this earth. Perhaps, we often have more adventures in our dreams, I know I do dreamt of you quite often. I just want to let you know that I love you, I love who are and who you were and who you are trying to become. Every versions of you amazed me cause your true strength alway shines through every time and I will alway recognised your bright essence anywhere.”

Love,

Your Soul Family

Signs: Rose, Lion/big cats, 111, Infinity, Pine trees,Crescent Moon

Love Quotes: "In the end, we all just want someone that chooses us over everyone else under any circumstances."

Song: I See the Light from Tangle

“….And at last I see the light

And it’s like the fog has lifted

And at last I see the light

And it’s like the sky is new

And it’s warm and real and bright

And the world has somehow shifted

All at once everything looks different

Now that I see you

Love Poem verse : Twin flames by @cant-find-my-name

…I recognised negative traits needed

To be discard,

When we met, I think I’ve found myself

The missing piece, part of my soul

Ah, you’re my Twin flames

When I met you I know

We’re one and the same

🧚🏻‍♀️ 💕 🍀 🌷 🌸 You are Loved 🌸 🌷 🍀 💕 🧚🏻‍♀️

Pile 2🍄 If Magic Was Real

"I hope you are taking time to fully sit in your emotions and grieve. It is okay to express your emotion, in fact, it is crucial if you need to cry or break down or just lose it emotionally. Give yourself that permission to do so. You might think that it's strong of you to keep it together for the sake of others or yourself. That it is so mature of you to do so but darling, there need to be a balance. You need to heal but you won't be able to heal if you won't let yourself feel all of your sadness. If you need to cry, cry it out I will be here with you. You are not alone in your sorrows. I would like to give this song to you, maybe it would help "Chiquitita by Cher". It seem you have broken a feather but don't worry, we will try to patch it up together.

I want to tell you that a renewal is coming to you. It was a hard chapter that you just experienced and I hate seeing you pretending to be fine. But your sad eyes is not fooling anyone. It is okay to be sad,to be angry, to let it all out ( in a healthy way not in a self destructive way please). I admired you for holding it together for this long, but more than anything, I want you to let go. Be vulnerable with yourself, I think that is the most beautiful thing. Witness the spectrum of human emotions, it is beautiful. It is time to rest in your nest for awhile until you’re able to fly again. Take all the time that you need, grieve all that there is, broken relationships, friendships, nostalgia. Whatever it is, I am alway there. Listen to music because I love sending you messages through these songs, it has really helped me through my hard time. So I’m hoping music could be a little comfort to you at this time. Take some time for yourself love, cause you definitely need it. Trust me that the sun will rise once more, and all that happened will just been a hard learned lesson and you’ve definitely learn a lot from it.

I know that the real you is not a sad person. You are the most vibrant, radiant, happiest soul I know. And sadness doesn’t suit you one bit, as well as pretending to be happy. You shine best when you are true to your feeling. Winter is over and I cannot wait to welcome you back into the season of spring.”

Love,

Your Soulmate

Signs: Black feathers, birds, 55, Tears drop

Love Quote : “He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

Song : Chiquitita by Cher

Chiquitita, tell me the truth

I’m a shoulder you can cry on

Your best friend, I’m the one you must rely on

You were alway sure of yourself

Now, I see you’ve broken a feather

I hope we can patch it up together

Love Poem verse: If Magic Was Real by @cant-find-my-name

.. The world seem kind

When you’re around

To believe again

Is easy

When you’re with me

If Magic is real

It is where you’ll be

🧚🏻‍♀️ 💕 🍀 🌷 🌸 You are Loved 🌸 🌷 🍀 💕 🧚🏻‍♀️

Pile 3🫧 I’ll Never Forget

“You’re working so hard and so am I. We’re trying to do our own work, slowly building strong foundation for the future. Maybe out of fears than anything. This anxiety to keep on going, to do better and better, to improve, constantly striving for a better future. I get it, I feel it too, however, if we keep on going like this eventually our life forces will run out. And physically we can become ill and I really don’t want that for you. So I’m here to let you know that you can slow down, what you feared will not come true. Your deep, dark fears will not come alive. If you think you can’t stop because you think that the fears you feel will transpire. No, it will not, you’ve work hard enough. Outwardly and internally, I’ve watched you tried and tried and alway striving to do better. To be better, but honey, you are already enough for me. You alway will be, regardless of what you did or what you didn’t do or what you will do. I will alway believe that your existence alone is enough for me. To sooth my soul, to lift my spirit up. You don’t have to do anything for me, I am happy just to be with you, to exist with you, to be by your side and bath in your lovely presence

I know you have struggled from a lack mentality, I don’t know if you notice that about yourself. And that is nothing to be ashamed of , I‘m struggling with it too. I understand how you feel, no matter how much you have or how much you do, you just feel it’s never enough. True abundance come from the inside. And you are already enough with the proof that your heart beats for you, the blood flowing in your vein is proof that we meant to exist here as we are. No more, no less.

Please rest assured love, and take a break once in a while. Do something that’s not related to work. I want you to practice winding down, practice letting go and relaxing. No one ever teach us how to truly relax and it is a skill, it doesn’t come naturally to us and we can help each other relax. We can practice together, practice just existing without shame or guilt, or a pit in our stomach that things will go wrong if you don’t do anything. I want you to learned to have fun because when we’re together, it’ll become a skill that will help our relationship a lot. I want to have fun together with you and for you to tell me all about your adventures, your travels and your crazy journey. I can’t wait to just sit down and be with you. Take a vacation with you and have the time of our lives. You are my vacation home.”

Love from,

Your Honey bear

Signs : 88, Roses, Games, Festival, Spider, Designer brand

Love Quote : “I know from that first moment we met. It was not love at first sight exactly but familiarity. Like ‘oh hello’, it’s you. It’s going to be you.”

Song : Voyage by Kep1er

“The sound of waves surging in

Far beyond the horizon

Between the clouds, we going high

Follow me in my way

When the gentle breeze blows

Close your eyes and feel it

We arrived to an unfamiliar island

slowly open your eyes

Love Poem verse: I’ll Never Forget by @cant-find-my-name

Loneliness is a disease

But I think you’ve just cure me,

You make me so happy

I don’t recognise myself,

You warmed my hand

Around your coffee mug

And asked if I’m alright

Your voice sounded worried

And there’s concern sincerity’s in

Your eyes.

🧚🏻‍♀️ 💕 🍀 🌷 🌸 You are Loved 🌸 🌷 🍀 💕 🧚🏻‍♀️

Pile 4🌙Each Night

“Good evening, I hope to meet you again in our dream. I know you dreamed of me and questioned it. Believe in yourself my little star. Your dream is not lying to you. It is alright to hope, to wish, to believe in the impossible. Please don’t think that it’s ridiculous or childish to believe in true love, in soulmate and fairy tales. Because you’re not wrong to hope. Your soulmate exist and you know that but your fears trying to convince you otherwise. I am your soulmate and my message to you is to believe in me. I want to validate your feeling, your extraordinary senses. Your wish in that little star?, I heard it, the universe heard it too and we listen. To all of your wishes and it was not ridiculous of you to wish for love, true love. It is not unrealistic, or rose colour glasses. It is just something that you know you deserve and want to feel. We do not shame or guilt ourself for asking for more love.

I am alway with you, in your dream, in your waking life, in our past lives. That is why you can feel my presence so strongly. It is not just from your imagination. I want to assured you that, it is real. I am as real as the bark of a tree. I can feel you too but truthfully, my 3D self is not as intuitive as you. I tend to brush things off when they don’t make sense, so please don’t be like me.Things doesn’t need to make sense now,it will eventually come together. Unfolding naturally, beautifully. I know you see my signs everywhere and is questioning reality. You are not going mad, just a head up from me. We will meet soon, in a way that you won’t believe. I won’t either but we both know that we wish for this desperately. Earth has been achingly lonely for me. And knowing you exist have helped alleviate the ache a bit. I want you to take your time with life, don’t rush cause when we come together, we can continue this journey together in an even pace,step by step.

Love,

Yours

Signs : North Star, Dove, Diamond shape, Cocoon of a butterfly, 8910, 2020

Love Quotes: “He loves you very much” she said, but more than that, he cares for you. Sometimes love is not as important as truly caring for the other person.

Song : Surefire by John Legend

“Let me breath you in ‘till gravity bends

And we fall through the hole in the light

Make this our kingdom

Somewhere where good love conquers and not

Divides”

Love Poem verse : Each Night by @cant-find-my-name

Oh distance shore

I beg of you

Please no more,

Please don’t keep us apart

I can’t take it

This is destroying my heart,

We are one and it’s time to be

Together again

Next to each other

Hand in Hand

Feel you touch my skin

Smell your scent

I breathe you in………

🧚🏻‍♀️ 💕 🍀 🌷 🌸 You are Loved 🌸 🌷 🍀 💕 🧚🏻‍♀️

Thank you so much for reading!. If this resonate please leave a tip if you like. See you soon!

Check out more of my original poems at @cant-find-my-name .

[vodika-vibes]

Okay okay pretty pretty please what about alpha-17 with one of the I want you prompts—I’m leaning towards you want me now but what about in a few months and I’m not a temporary desire I’m torn over which one though so you can pick or combine whichever one you’d like idk 🙈

Forever

Summary: You have a conversation with Alpha, and redefine your relationship with him.

Pairing: Alpha-17 x Reader

Word Count: 1305

Warnings: Discussions of sex and relationships

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

Your relationship with Alpha, such as it is, is an easy one. Of course, it’s not actually a relationship. Not in the way that the word implies.

Oh, sure. He spends more time with you than with anyone else, and sure, you keep spare everything on hand for him in your suites. And sure, he knows the code to your room and can come and go as he pleases.

And yeah, he kisses you like he needs you to breathe and gives you mind breaking orgasms on the regular…but you’re not in a relationship with him. In fact, you’re pretty sure that Alpha doesn’t do relationships.

Which is a shame, because you do want a relationship with him.

But if it’s not an option then it’s not an option, and you’ll just have to take what he’s willing to give you.

You pause at the thought, and scowl at your datapad, as though it is the cause of all of your problems. Take what he’s willing to give you. Like table scraps. 

Ugh.

Once upon a time you wouldn’t have been content with scraps. Once upon a time you would have insisted on a proper relationship or nothing at all.

But then, once upon a time, you had a wider dating pool. 

You purse your lips at the thought, and then power your datapad down, and attach it to the charger.

Whatever. Your choice is Alpha. Has been Alpha from the first time you met him, and will likely remain Alpha, even after he grows bored of you. Such is your life.

“Alright. I’m done for the day,” You announce to the other medics, some of them are clones, the majority of them are natborn like yourself. Some of them reply, most of them don’t. You don’t mind, it’s not like you’re friends with them.

Friendly, maybe. But not friends.

You step out of the medbay, and weave through the crowded halls, neatly side-stepping a group of cadets heading back to their barracks, and swerving around a cluster of trainers gathered outside a classroom. 

And you mentally release a silent curse when you see Jango holding court with some of the other proper Mandalorians. Of which you are not, on account of your mother taking you and your brothers away from Mandalore when you were still an infant.

He glances at you, and then glances at his chrono, “You’re taking an early day, Baar’ur.” You can hear the judgment in his voice and you’re suddenly reminded why you can’t stand Jango.

“Give me a break, I’ve been up and working since 3 am.” You mutter.

“Why so early?”

You sigh, “Because someone has to be in the infirmary just in case someone gets injured in the middle of the night. Can I go? I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

“Just making sure you’re not skipping out on work.”

“I’m sure you are.” You reply before you brush around the group of men. Your mind locked solidly on the pizza you prepped last night and is sitting in your fridge to be cooked.

Luckily, no one else stops you and you’re swiftly able to return to your suite, where you start the oven and throw the pizza in it, before you strip out of your work clothes and into your much more comfortable lounge clothes.

And then you drop onto your couch and turn on your favorite movie. 

If today runs like it normally does, Alpha will finish his work in three hours, and will be back in your suite within four. Which gives you time enough to eat and watch one long movie, or two shorter ones.

An hour later, while you’re still eating your pizza, the door slides open and Alpha steps into your suite. He looks…exhausted. More exhausted than he normally does after a long day of training ARCs.

“You look tired, Alpha.” You note as you set your pizza back on your plate.

“I am tired,” He replies as he drops his armor on the floor, and then collapses into a chair next to you. “What are you eating?”

“The pizza I made last night,” You push the plate over to him, though he shakes his head and pushes it back, “Why are you so exhausted?”

“It’s just…it’s been a long week.” He says with a sigh. 

You shoot him a concerned look, and then take another bite out of your pizza. “Do you want me to make you something to eat?” you ask, once your mouth was no longer full.

“I just want to be with you,” Alpha replies as he tilts his head back, as if trying to relax, and then he lifts his head and he watches you carefully, “You know,” He notes, “Some of my brothers have a crush on you.”

“...I did not know that, no.” You say slightly startled, “How do you know this?”

“They aren’t very subtle about their affection,” He replies dryly. “I don’t blame them, of course. You’re perfect. But it was kind of annoying having to listen to them openly fantasize about you.”

“Openly fantasizing about me.” You repeat as you scrunch up your nose.

“There are quite a lot of doctor/patient fantasies-”

“Oh, don’t tell me that!” You say, “Why would you tell me that?”

Alpha laughs, “I thought it was funny. Especially since that’s not something we’ve played with before.” 

“And we’re not going to. I’d like to keep my job out of my bed, thank you.”

He laughs a little more, and rests his chin on the palm of his hand. Alpha watches you with a small smile on his lips, and you make a face at him, “Is there a reason you’re staring at me while I eat?”

“I like watching you.” He replies honestly, “Do you have any idea how much I want you? All of the time.”

“You haven’t exactly been subtle, no.” You reply as your face heats.

“Why are you embarrassed? After all the things we’ve done? All over your apartment-”

“Alpha!”

“I’m just trying to understand.” He continues, “Why do you blush as though this is the first time you’ve heard me say something like that?”

You huff and absently fiddle with your food, “Sometimes you say things that make me think that you won’t toss me to the side when you get bored of me.” You finally mumble.

Alpha shifts in his seat, “Get bored and toss you aside? Why would I do that?”

You shrug, “Come on, Alpha. It’s not exactly like we’re dating or anything. I’m just…” You make a face, “easy.”

Alpha narrows his eyes slightly, and then he takes your plate and pushes it to the side, so that you have to focus on him, “Stop being dumb. I want you.”

You shake your head, “You want me now, but what about in a few months?”

Alpha scoffs, “You’re not a temporary desire, cyare.”

You blink at him, “What?”

He reaches out and lightly grips your chin, forcing you to hold your gaze with him, “Let me be perfectly clear. I want you and only you. Forever. Or as long as you’re willing to put up with me.” Alpha smirks at you, “After all, I’m not a temporary desire either.”

You stare at him for a few moments, “Does that mean we’re dating?”

“If that’s the language you want to use, sure.” Alpha shrugs lazily as he releases you.

“Well, what language do you want to use?” 

“So long as I can kiss you and fuck you as much as both of us want, I don’t care about the language.” Alpha says bluntly, and he grins as you duck your head.

“Must you say it like that?”

“Absolutely.” He replies with a grin, “Hurry up and finish eating. I’m going to make it so you can’t walk tomorrow.”

[holidaywishes]

lilacs and ice cream

Requested: 👍

Summary/Request: Idk if your taking requests but, If you could (if your doing it) write something about Bo Bichette again please, preferably with a gn or fem reader. I’ve read everything that I can read about him that also applies with me.

Author's Note: Alright, @goodiesinthecloset21, I'm gonna do my best with this one. I want to add that I know absolutely nothing about baseball so any terminology is the work of a quick Google search or something I've heard in a movie. Anyway, I know that you sent your request like a million years ago so I hope after all this time, it gives you a bit of what you're looking for. I decided to do something softer this time, more fluff, since the last one was smut but let me know if that's not the way you wanted it to go and I can give it another shot. Thanks babe! Love ya, stay golden!

P.S. some of this is kinda giving “strained family relationship” which was unintentional, so I’m sorry about that. Hopefully, that doesn’t take away from the story.

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xx

Summer in Toronto was beautiful. You loved the way the flowers bloomed, the bright purples popping against the bright green grass; even on the smoggiest days. There was only ever one thing missing - someone to share it with. That is, until Bo came into your life. You had gone to the baseball game with your family begrudgingly, but the seats were good and you knew it was something that your dad had wanted for a long time

“I just want to be in that stadium,” he’d say at least twice a month for most of your life, “just once. To see a game and watch the Jays win”

It was nice to see him, and the rest of your family, so happy. You watched the game, intermittently laughing at your dad as he tried to start a wave that barely made it past your section, or when he spilled his popcorn after jumping up in excitement. You really started to get into it around the 3rd inning, the crowd was getting loud and rowdy and it started to rub off on you. By the time the game ended, you were beaming with excitement, so much so that you weren’t watching where you were going and you somehow walked right into a crowd of people.

“Oh my goodness I’m so sorry!” you laughed, “I guess that’ll teach me to watch where I’m going next time”

“That’s alright,” one voice said, “are you okay?”

“I’m fine. A bit embarrassed maybe,” you added before finally looking up to see who you’d bumped into. Speechless when you saw Bo Bichette smiling back at you, “but you know…” you continued, trying not to blush as you stared, “fine”

“Glad to hear it,” he said cheerfully before his teammates called him to the bus that was waiting for them, “don’t go running into anybody else now.” You watched for a second while he hopped on the bus, feeling a small tug on your arm from your mom pulling you towards your family

“(Y/N), come on, what are you doing?” she laughed

“Yeah, yeah,” you answered distractedly, “I’m coming.” Your mind wandered to that encounter all through your family meal and you weren’t sure you could ever forget it - or that you wanted to.

xx

It had been nearly a week since you bumped into Bo Bichette at the Jays game. Honestly, it kept you going during your boring serving shifts at the pub you worked at.

“I mean it was a fun story,” your co-worker, Brit, smirked as she leaned against the wall where you were cleaning a table, “but don’t you think you should be over it by now? I mean.. it was a chance encounter,” she teased, “we don’t live in a rom-com”

“I’m sorry,” you laughed in return, “but it’s one of the more exciting things that have happened in my life. And.. yeah, maybe I’ve been single for a little longer than I would like.” Brit gave you an almost pitiful look before the door was burst open by a loud crowd of men, laughing amongst themselves before stopping at the host stand to ask for a table; you could only watch for a moment as they were directed to your section before you were pulled away to run food. When you finally got to the table of boastful boys, you noticed who exactly they were

“Well, hello again,” Bo smiled as he greeted you, “I was hoping I'd see you again. Maybe get a name this time?”

“H-h-hi,” you stammered, as you looked at him until you realized you should probably be professional, “hi, I'm (Y/N),” you course-corrected, “I'll be your server today. How is everyone doing today?” It was an awkward segue but you didn't know what to do

“Hi, (Y/N), I'm Bo. Nice to meet you,” he said, introducing himself in return and it calmed you down enough for you to... not look like a complete moron when doing your job, “officially.” You felt a blush creep across your face as you continued to take everyone’s orders. When you finally left the table, you exhaled sharply while your co-workers giggled

“I can’t believe this,” you whispered to yourself, “this is insane”

“It’s gonna be fine,” your friend said with a smile, “think of it this way: you’re finally continuing your rom-com”

“Come on, Brit,” you replied, hanging your head, “this isn’t funny. I’m too flustered to give them… to be a good server”

“You’ll be great!” she continued, “just be your bubbly self. They’re just people, don’t think of them otherwise”

“Yeah, just people,” you repeated, “incredibly well-known, well-recognizable, wealthy people”

“You know you also have other tables…” one of your other co-workers, who had been listening to the entire conversation, interjected, forcing you to snap out of your pity party

“SHIT!” you said quietly, rushing out to check on your tables, refilling water glasses and clearing plates where needed, all the while keeping an eye on the players of the Toronto Blue Jays. At some point in the night, the host came to grab you

“(Y/N), they’re asking for you,” the host said, “I don’t think they’re upset but they don’t want to talk to anyone else. Not even the managers”

“How long ago did they ask?” you asked

“Like less than a minute” she answered

“And they’re not upset?”

“No.. I mean I don’t think so but maybe they’re pretending? Being ‘polite mad’?” You chuckled a bit before thanking her and heading back to them, greeting them happily, making sure everything was alright

“We just wanted to ask you a question” Bo smiled

“Bo wanted to ask you a question,” one of the others clarified, and your interest was suddenly peaked

“Ah, okay,” you returned, placing your hand on the back of Bo’s chair, “what’s the question?”

“What are you doing after your shift?” he asked

“It’ll be late,” you admitted with a chuckle, “so I’ll probably be going to bed”

“What time are you off?”

“I’m on a split tonight, so I’m here until at least 10pm” you replied

“Do you work tomorrow?” Bo continued, earning a shy smile from you

“Tomorrow’s my day off. I hardly ever work Sundays”

“Are you free around.. noon?”

“Sure,” you said, “for what?”

“There’s this path I love hiking, how do you feel about that?” you said that would be great, both of you smiling at each other, almost completely ignoring everyone at the table. It took you until you got into the kitchen that you realized you had just been asked out on a date - ‘I guess it has been a while’ you thought - and now you didn’t know how to act. Bo was the one who confirmed the date, leaving you with a blush that covered your whole face; you were sure it looked like you were having an allergic reaction but you hoped he wasn't embarrassed of you...

“I'll see you tomorrow” you managed to get out after what felt like an eternity

“Tomorrow,” he said with a smile, walking backward as he left the pub, keeping his eyes locked on you until one of his teammates turned him around so he didn't hurt himself by running into the door.

xx

You woke up the next morning and practically hopped out of bed, immediately texting Brit

“Did I dream Bo Bichette asking me out on a date?” you asked

“No,” she replied plainly, after about 10 minutes

“I'm going hiking with a professional athlete today?”

“Yes”

“WHAT DO I DO?!”

“First of all,” she started a string of texts, “it's 8 in the morning, calm down.” You chuckled at her text, knowing that she had probably bitterly rolled out of bed after hearing the chime of her phone, “second, what do you mean what do you do? You go on a date with Professional Baseball Player, Bo Bichette”

“Okay.. sure," you typed, “but what do I wear?”

“You're going on a hike. Don't wear jeans”

“Thank you for that”

“Always here to help”

“I should start getting ready...”

“Again, it's 8AM” she repeated

“And the date is at noon...”

“Yeah”

“You don't need four hours to get ready”

“I need to shower”

“20 minutes”

“I have to find an outfit”

“5 minutes, 10 max”

“I have to do my hair and make myself look presentable”

“We'll say 30 minutes to be safe”

“I have to eat something...” You were grasping now but what could you do, you were nervous

“Maybe he's planning on taking you somewhere after the hike?” she countered, "I don't think eating before a hike is recommended”

“BRIT!” you text-shouted, "I'm freaking out. I don't want to be freaking out but I am. I don't want to make a fool of myself. Or him...”

“Okay, okay, okay,” you could practically hear her sigh through the screen, "you're not going to make a fool of yourself or him. No one's gonna be made a fool today. But you don't need to worry so much. Wear a pair of shorts, the ones you really like, bring a bandana or something - to get your hair off your neck a bit but also to get rid of any sweat you don't want him to see - and make sure you wear sneakers. Don't wear boots or flip-flops. And sunscreen. Always wear sunscreen!” You thanked her quickly, jokingly saying that you were glad she was finally getting on board, and placed your phone back on its charger before hopping in the shower.

“Maybe Brit was wrong. Maybe this really was a mistake…” you grumbled to yourself as you fixed your outfit in the mirror, nearly jumping out of your skin when the doorbell rang. You tried to be as calm as you could, letting out a deep exhale before answering the door

“Hey!” Bo said with a wide smile

“Hi,” you said simply, any doubt you had was now replaced with butterflies in your stomach - being nervous was so basic but you couldn’t help it.

“I.. you ready?” He stammered. It made you feel better that he seemed a little out of his element as well

“Let me just grab a water bottle” you smiled, leaving the door open as you ran to the kitchen; a way of saying ‘you can come in, judge my apartment a little if you want,’ but you were maybe just a little too quick.

“Let’s get going then,” he remarked happily and the two of you were on your way. You weren’t sure what to expect with this hike but Bo using the word path led you to believe it wouldn’t be that bad - which would be ideal since the last time you properly went hiking would be at least 5 years ago. However, it turns out, you forgot to take into account that Bo Bichette was, in fact, Bo Bichette: Professional MLBer. In the middle of the hike, you leaned against a tree, claiming you needed the shade

“I forgot to put on sunscreen and I don't want to burn,” you falsely claimed, catching your breath as Bo leaned against the tree with you

“Sure,” he smirked, bringing out his water bottle to take a sip, “I mean I don't burn as easily but we can stay in the shade.” Once you had finally evened out your breathing, you took a sip of water and looked out at the path that you were about to continue walking

“It's beautiful out here,” you smiled, leading both of you back onto the path at a slower pace now, “I can tell why you like it so much”

“I almost brought you flowers, lilacs,” he gestured to the flowers on the path, “but I knew the path and I knew there would be lilacs here, so I decided against it”

“Aww,” you said, pouting slightly to hopefully show how cute you thought it was, “that's really sweet. I would've appreciated it either way but I'm glad I got to see this first”

“I chose right then?” he asked eagerly

“Yes,"”you smiled, “you chose right.” Bo kept your pace for the rest of the walk but you could tell it was not what he was used to and you felt a little silly not telling him you hadn't been hiking in so long. “I'm sorry that this wasn't a very.. exciting hike,” you laughed uncomfortably, “I haven't been on a trail of any kind in about 5 years. I used to do a lot more physical activity and then I guess I just kinda... stopped”

“That's okay,” he smiled in return as the trail came to an end, “it was nice to see it at this pace. Yes, I do typically go a bit faster,” he laughed to himself, “but I don't always take in the beauty of the actual walk. So, I guess I should thank you”

“You're very welcome,” you returned jokingly and he bowed to add to the humour. The two of you finally got to the car and you hesitated as to what was going to happen next

“Everything okay?” he asked, noticing your reluctance to open the door

“I just... had a really good time,” you admitted, “I'm wondering, I guess, what's next?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are we going somewhere else or should we end it here?” you said, “I mean, sorry,” you continued awkwardly, “I don't want to be presumptuous. I'm just flushed”

“What would you like to do?” he smirked

“Whatever you had planned” you admitted

“Then, I think we should go get some ice cream,” he offered, “I know a great place nearby.” You happily agreed before hopping into the passenger seat of the car. You felt butterflies the entire car ride to the ice cream shop and tried not to stare at him too often but would occasionally catch him looking back at you.

“Is Rocky Road your usual choice?” you asked, as you scooped a bit of your favourite into a spoon and bringing it to your mouth

“No,” he admitted, “I’ve never actually had it. I just wanted to try it”

“And…?” you giggled, “what do you think?”

“It’s okay,” he laughed, “I’ve had better but I’ve also had worse.” You smiled at his words and continued eating your own ice cream, taking in the pastel colours of the parlour at the same time, when you heard Bo giggle slightly; your attention immediately drawn back to him

“What?” you blushed

“You just have…” he began, gesturing to his mouth and it took you a minute to understand that you must have ice cream around your mouth.

“Oh,” you said in surprise, tinged with embarrassment, but his finger soon grazed your lip, wiping away the small mess there. “Thank you,” you whispered in this unbelievable rom-com moment, his finger lingering slightly before he cleared his throat and removed it

“My pleasure” he grinned. You wondered if there might be a kiss but let him take the lead - you didn’t want to set expectations. As he drove you home, you couldn’t help think how sweet this all was - the walk, the lilacs, the ice cream, the moment - but the one thought that kept sticking in your mind was: I really hope there's a second date. He walked you to the door to your apartment building, stopping short of entering the lobby, “I had a really nice time”

“I did too,” you returned, “thank you for… everything. It’s been one of the best dates I’ve had in the city”

“I’m glad,” he smiled, reminding you of your first meeting, “maybe we can do it again?” You felt giddiness take over you and you rushed to agree, hoping that did not throw him off. “Perfect,” he finally said after what felt like a long pause, “then I think the lake is open. It’s another physical activity, I know, but paddle boats are always fun. What do you say?” The smile that spread across your face felt like it might consume you and all you could do was nod your head in agreement, “I will pick you up tomorrow then, same time?”

“I’ll bring the sunscreen,” you joked, “I wouldn’t want to burn.” He smiled at you lightly before placing a small kiss to your cheek, a feeling you’d think about until the very moment he picked you up for each and every date.

[saedii-gilwraeth-simp]

felt like writing, inbox wasn't calling to me, but here's some Modern AU Tydii. Might do more AU's, there's always kinda fun, anyway...

Also, in this, imagine Saedii wearing the denim fit Taylor Swift wore to the Chiefs game back at the start of September (linked here in case y'all didn't see the fit that lives rent free in my brain lmao)

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In Tyler’s defence, he was drunk. He was normally a more reserved person and not one to do things like get shit-faced, but Scarlett had been giving him shots and Saedii was in a corset top that made him think thoughts that left his brain wandering away from where he should have been focussed on not letting his sister ply him with shots.

Alas, now he was stuck in a cell with Saedii (in her denim shorts and the aforementioned corset top from his personal heaven - and hell) and the drinks are wearing off enough that he knows he punched someone at the bar but his inhibitions are still low enough that he is not focussed on that at all, too busy thinking about how devastatingly beautiful Saedii looks when she’s pissed off. He likes women with edges, so sue him.

“Are you okay?” He asks, making her tilt her head down from where she was glaring at the ceiling to look at him. He tries not to wince at the slight split in her lip, a touch guilty for not stepping in before the jackass at the bar had a chance to throw a punch.

“Peachy,” Saedii answers dryly, deeply unimpressed with the fact she was stuck in this cell. Possibly even more unimpressed that they were stuck together.

“How’s your face feel?” She shoots him a deadpan look, but then smirks.

“Better than the other guy,” he smirks back at that, not feeling the slightest bit guilty for said other guy. Saedii considers him for a second, purple eyes intense. “Thanks for that by the way. I didn’t need you to step in, but thank you nonetheless,” she says, and he nods.

“Anytime,” he assures her, before the pair fall back into silence. All being in a police holding cell at 2am aside, it was nice. Saedii has closed her eyes leant her head back against the wall and he takes a moment to take her in, before letting the remnants of drunk Tyler take over and cross the cell to sit next to her. She opens her eyes and and looks at him with a raised eyebrow, waiting for him to explain why he’s now in her space. “Go on a date with me?” 

Saedii blinks at the question, and he mentally pats himself on the back for being able to surprise her.

“And why would I do that?” She asks in kind and he shrugs.

“Because I like you and you can’t tell me you’re not interested, I saw how you looked at me tonight,” he says and she rolls her eyes, but her ears are beginning to redden.

“I was drunk.”

“In vino veritas,” he says, grinning when she tries to elbow him. “I’m a big boy, I can handle a no. But I really do like you, Saedii and I would like to date you if you’d be down,” he states, leaving it at that and going to sit back against the opposite wall. He can feel her watching him and winks at her before mimicking her earlier position and leaning his head on the wall with his eyes closed.

“Okay,” she says and he opens his eyes and meets hers.

“Is that a yes, then?” Saedii nods and he can’t help but grin.

“Next Friday, 7pm. Don’t plan something boring,” she says and he nods.

“I will think wider than the ‘dinner and a movie’ box, especially for you Saedii,” she seems pleased enough with this answer, but doesn’t get a chance to reply before a cop interrupts them with a knock of keys against the holding cells bar.

“That bloke doesn’t want to press charges, you two are free to go,” he says and Saedii hums derisively, standing and walking to the officer as he starts to unlock their cell. Tyler follows suit, not wanting to be stuck here much longer.

The night is brisk (see: absolutely freezing) when they emerge from the station and he catches a muttered curse from Saedii as the breeze hits the skin revealed by her outfit. He barely has a second to consider what he’s doing before he has taken his letterman jacket off and wrapped it around her shoulders. Saedii looks like she wants to reject the gesture, but chooses instead to shove her arms through the sleeves and turn to him.

“I’ll give this back next time I see you,” she says, obviously uncomfortable with owing him something but he shakes his head with a smile.

“Nah, keep it if you want, it suits you,” he says. She considers his words before turning to go.

“Friday, don’t be late,” she states, before beginning to walk away.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he calls after her, watching her walking away and enjoying the sight of her with ‘Jones’ across her shoulders.

[jjunieworld]

Me too! It’s a lesser known film, but if you’re ever looking for something vampire themed I recommend watching Ganja & Hess from 1973. I believe the entire movie is free on YouTube. One of my favorite films of all time <333

After watching both TXT’s and Enhypen’s stages and looking at recent photos it’s hard not to feel inspired. I find myself thinking of red-haired skater Yeonjun. Maybe you’re a distant admirer, watching him mess around with his friends at the skatepark while you teach the child you’re babysitting how to ride a bike. Don’t think about witnessing every rough and tumble Yeonjun takes, caressing the bruises and cuts with your eyes. Don’t think about finally mustering the courage to approach him one day to cover his wounds with children’s bandaids - colorful strawberry shortcake and paw patrol images covering the hard lines of his body. Certainly don’t even imagine Yeonjun’s eyes watering when you press kisses over every injured area, it’s been years since he’s felt so much tenderness nonetheless from his pretty voyeur :3 someone get me out of the kitchen

ooo okay i’ll be sure to check it out!! i read the summary and it sounds super interesting!!

and omg… do you want me to go insane?? LET YOU COOK LET YOU COOK!!!! like taking the child you babysit to the skatepark purely because of the cute red-haired boy you saw and want to admire from a distance. the kid doesn’t even want to be there, they already know how to ride a bike, but you want to be there. so you let them do whatever they please while you sit at one of the benches and watch over them (or yeonjun, really).

that’s when yeonjun takes a bad tumble right in front of you, causing you to gasp and jump to your feet. his friends surround him and for a moment you hesitate to move forward, your fingers hovering near the small bag you’re carrying with a first aid kit… you take a deep breath as you hype yourself up to just talk to him.

“oh, lemme help with that!” you say as you rush forwards and bend down to the ground where he’s examining the cuts and scraps on his elbow and knees. he looks up to you curiously as you pull out the first aid kit, grabbing something to clean up the blood with. “this is gonna sting a little,” you say as you press the tissue to his wounds.

yeonjun winces as you delicately clean off the scrapes, his friends snickering behind him. he doesn’t even hear them, too busy looking at the pretty girl who’s helping him. nobody has even been so tender and caring for him and it practically makes his heart melt.

you whip out two colorful bandaid boxes—one strawberry shortcake themed and another paw patrol themed. yeonjun hesitates, then chuckles a little before pointing to the strawberry shortcake one. you join him, pulling some of the bandaids out and covering his scraps with them. your so focused on aiding him that you don’t realize that you kissed his wounds to make them feel better like you do for the child you babysit before it’s too late.

you quickly pull back, your eyes wide with embarrassment and you nervously laugh. “s-sorry,” you mumble as you rush to put the things back into your first aid kit. “i’m use to cleaning up children…”

as if on cue, the kid your babysitting comes up to you with a pout, saying how they’re bored and want to go home. you give yeonjun another sheepish smile. “be careful next time,” you say, standing to your feet and taking the child’s hand in yours as you walk away.

yeonjun watches you as you leave, standing to his feet with his skateboard under his arm. “dude, i think she was into you,” his friend nudges him with a smirk. a smile comes to his face as he thinks about the possibility. “i think she was…” he says.

stop this was so cute!! hehe thank you for sharing it with me! this is gonna make me go into a yeonjun brainrot at full force.. (>人<)

[narcolini]

kiss and tell

angel reyes x gn!olvidado reader, 2369 words

for day 25 of whumpril: ‘we’re being watched’

a/n: this is in a world where adelita and angel never had a thing, because why not, AND who doesn’t love a fake date trope! muah (also love u élise, mi jefa)

tagging: @cositapreciosa @drabbles-mc @hausofmamadas​

You shouldn’t be here. You really shouldn’t be here. Of all your dubious moral mistakes, this might just be the worst one, right? Going behind Adelita’s back, to talk to a Mayan, of all people, who’s working with Galindo? Yeah, you’ve fucked it. You’ve really missed the mark with this one.

He isn’t even a close friend, really. A friend of a friend of a friend. Someone you bickered with in high school, an Angel totally undeserving of the name. Payaso copied your answers in more exams than you can count, and now he’s after them again, begging you for info you know you shouldn’t give. Well, you assume so. The text he’d sent hadn’t been specific, but what else could he want? 

You haven’t spoken to him in years, but, fuck, you’re here, aren’t you? You agreed to his suggestion and let him pick the meeting place. You’re walking toward him now, like you couldn’t be any fucking happier to ruin your shit, any more willing to disrupt what Los Olvidados have been organising for months. God, if anyone knew about this. If Adelita knew about this.

It isn’t worth imagining. Besides, you might not tell him anything at all, right? He might ask you for something you know nothing about. There’s still a chance of that, still time for fate to stand by your side.

Angel’s leaning against the tree closest to the park’s entrance, one tall beanpole in the sea of kids and moms pushing empty prams. He doesn’t blend in by any means. He didn’t even bother to take his kutte off.

‘Hey.’ He nods as you approach, only clocking you once you’re within talking distance anyway.

‘You wanna be any more obvious, man?’ you snap over him, looking past him, then over your shoulder. ‘May as well have brought the rest of your stupid club with you.’

‘Wow, relax.’ He looks like he wants to laugh. ‘Is it that serious? S’not like you got rules against socialising and shit.’

He’s wrong, of course, because that’s exactly what you do have. Especially when it comes to socialising with Galindo affiliated groups. ‘Can we move, please?’ you ask, ignoring the remark. ‘Away from the fucking Mom’s club.’

Then he does laugh, face crumpling like you’re certifiably insane, but he does stand straight from the tree he’s on. ‘You wanna walk?’

‘Sure.’ That’s better than this, at least. You watch him shove his hands into his pocket, before gesturing with his elbow for you to lead the way. Which you do, begrudgingly, traipsing further into the park with him beside you.

‘I can’t talk for long,’ you tell him, flicking him a look. Then it’s back behind you, over your shoulder, and to the right over the grass.

‘Damn,’ he’s watching you scan the surroundings, ‘you’re way less fun than you used to be.’

‘I didn't realise we ever had fun, Angel.’

He scoffs. ‘Really? Thought we were cool.’ He throws you a smile. ‘Homies.’

‘You stuck gum to my backpack and cheated off me relentlessly,’ you answer, not bitter, but bored instead. ‘Might’ve been fun for you, but.’

‘Okay,’ he laughs, ‘so I was a shitty kid. You really gonna hold that against me?’

‘I’m here, aren’t I?’ You pass a woman jogging, flashing her a smile just to see if she’ll return it—she does. ‘Would’ve blocked your number if I was holding it against you.’

He sucks a breath in, like he’s scratched his knee or some shit, wincing with it. ‘The fuck are they feeding you at those camps? Los Olvidados got a rule about being friendly now?’

‘Yeah,’ you nod, and you hate that you’re almost laughing with it, ‘that’s actually the whole thing, dumbass. We’re not trying to make friends.’

So why are you here then? Walking through a park, birds chirping like a fucking Disney movie, with Angel of all people. You were supposed to be making this quick. You shove your hands in your pockets like he has, pulling your hoody closed over your torso. No more chitchat.

‘So,’ you say, ‘can we get to the part where you beg me for information?’

You aren’t looking at him still, but flitting around again. There’s a dude on the bench you’re walking by, reading the newspaper. He doesn’t pay any attention to either of you. Doesn’t look up as Angel’s boot throws a stone in his direction.

‘Information? Nah.’ Angel shakes his head, the movement catching in your periphery. ‘You think that’s what I’m here for?’

You shrug. ‘Well, yeah. What else would you want?’

You’re on opposite sides, really. Hired hands or not, the Mayans are working for the man you and the rest of the group have fucked over, multiple times now. All you can offer him is information he shouldn’t have. Not that you will, of course, not that you will. But you at least want to hear what he’s dumb enough to ask for.

He’s slowed to a stop, for some reason. His brows are pinched together as he looks at you. ‘Y’know, I almost feel like saying fuck it and leaving you here.’

You turn, in front of him now, and shrug again. ‘What d’you mean?’

‘I’m here to help your ass not, fucking, beg you for information.’ He looks offended, actually. Genuinely offended. ‘I mean, come on, you really think I’m that stupid?’

Maybe, but you aren’t about to admit that to him. ‘Sorry,’ you stumble, ‘I don’t know. Guess I figured you had some allegiance to the dude paying you.’

He snorts. ‘Yeah, that’s not how this shit works.’

‘Okay,’ you prompt, ‘then what is it? Why am I here?’

For the first time, he chances a look behind like he does actually care, like he’s as nervous about this as you are. Well, almost. ‘Thought you guys might want to know Galindo’s planning to go ahead with another shipment,’ he says.

‘Oh.’ Your brows go up. ‘Damn. Fuck, that’s useful.’

‘Yeah,’ his voice goes thick with sarcasm, ‘I figured.’

Your gaze slips past him, looking for the man with the newspaper again. Only, he’s not there now, and has been replaced by another man, sitting with his arm over the back of the bench. He’s slouching, knees wide. Dressed in nothing but jeans and a garish shirt—which is weird, because it’s a cloudy day. Cold enough that you and Angel are both wearing two layers at least.

‘But why?’ You flick back to Angel. ‘Like, why help us?’

There’s something familiar about the man, about his very fucking familiar face. You can’t shake it. You can’t even focus on what Angel’s given you, the opportunity of another shipment to disrupt.

Angel sighs, oblivious to the mental file-o-fax you’re pawing through. ‘I know you think I’m a dick,’ he says, ‘but I do actually, y’know, care. About this shit.’ He gestures between the two of you. ‘The rebel shit, I’m with it.’ He pauses, you still aren’t paying attention. ‘And I fucking hate Galindo,’ he adds, souring. ‘Uptight fuck.’

You look back to the bench. He’s scanning the park now, in a very non-casual, casual way. Like you were—like you are. He skims past you quickly, pretending he hasn’t just made fleeting eye contact with you, and then it clicks. Finally. Fuck. It’s not just some dude, it’s Tiago, one of the many meatheads in Galindo’s cartel. You’ve seen his face a million times, in black and white, pinned to the boards at camp. You recognise it now, because it’s obvious. Scar through his eyebrow, thick moustache, ugly fucking shirts.

He isn’t relaxing in the park, enjoying the breeze, he’s waiting for you, watching. He’s holding out on you spilling secrets you shouldn’t—or maybe it’s not that at all. Maybe he’s watching Angel instead, keeping track of Galindo’s assets. They’re trying to avoid another incident like the last, looking for the leak in the in the seal, the rat amongst the dogs. And Angel’s clueless to it, standing and waiting for your reply. His face clear as day for Tiago to watch.

‘Kiss me,’ you say, blurting it as quickly as you can.

‘Wha—why?’ Angel frowns, lips pulling down at the corners. ‘Kiss you?’

‘We’re being watched.’ You step forward. ‘Kiss me.’

He’s taking too long to process it. You can feel Tiago staring now, attempting to read your lips. The longer Angel stands there looking lost, the longer Tiago has to profile you, to paint you as a notable figure. To pin blame to the badges on Angel’s kutte.

You pull him in by the back of his neck, before any more damage can be done. Hide his face with your own, make this look like a date, a walk in the park between one Mayan and his crush. He doesn’t kiss you back, of course, it’s stationary lips against stationary lips. Is it convincing? You’ve no idea. You can’t pull back to check yet, not without making it look suspicious and desperately false.

He says your name, or tries to, against your mouth. When you don’t break away to let him say it properly, there’s a moment of pause, just a breath, and then he’s kissing you like he means it. His hands come up to your waist, his lips part. You turn, pulling him with you, until you’re angled away from Tiago, Angel’s back a firm wall in his vision. He’s either cottoned on, at last, and is trying to make this look like a real thing to avoid suspicion, or his testosterone has kicked in and accepted a kiss for a kiss. His body reacting the way it normally would.

For a second you enjoy it. But that’s beside the point.

‘Okay,’ you pull back, hands to his chest, and look over his shoulder, ‘I think that…’

Tiago’s turned away again, scrubbing a hand over his moustache and looking as awkward as anyone would after watching two people kiss.

‘The fuck was that about?’ Angel asks, out of breath but unable to shift the smugness from his face. ‘Who’s watching us?’

‘Fucking Galindo,’ you mutter, ignoring the slight thrum in your chest.

‘He’s here?’ He attempts to look behind, but you catch him before he can, hand to his cheek.

‘Don’t fucking do that.’ You drop it again, fidgeting back behind the shape of him. ‘You can’t look, but it’s Tiago.’

His brows flex together; he’s wondering how you know who he is, how you’re using the guy’s first name like you’re familiar, but now isn’t the time to go into it. Really, you know more about Galindo’s crew than he ever will. There’s no cap on information for you, it’s find out all you can, everything you can. For him, it’s only what Galindo allows them to know. The bare minimum to get them to do what he needs.

‘He probably thinks you’re the rat,’ you say, continuing when he laughs, an I am the rat, expression on his face. ‘It’s better he thinks this is a date. For you, I mean.’

The smirk isn’t shifting. He’s staring down at you like you’ve actually asked him out. ‘So you’re helping me now?’ he says. ‘Saving my ass from Galindo?’

‘Yes,’ you snap, ‘and the desire to keep doing it is running thin.’

‘Alright, God.’ Still smiling. He’s still smiling. ‘Tell me what to do then, Olvidado.’

You have half the mind to leave, abandon him like that kiss was the farewell, and let Tiago track him alone. Follow his stupid bike around town until he finds some other way to incriminate him. But you need him, actually. You genuinely fucking need him and what he has to say. Another shipment would give you another chance to dent Galindo’s organisation, to strip more money, and more power, from him, in the most frustrating way possible. It’s an opportunity too good to miss.

‘You see that café ?’ you ask, knowing it’s in his eye-line, over your head. ‘We’re gonna go there, like we’re on a nice fucking date, and you’re gonna tell me what you came to tell me.’

‘Alright.’

‘So,’ you gesture toward him, ‘make it look like you actually like me, or something.’

He rolls his eyes, head tilting with it, and you almost reach to snap it back down again, but then he gets it together. He takes your hand, the right one, bringing it up as he steps around to lay the same arm over your shoulder. It’s more than he needed to do, putting you by his side, with your joined hands sitting against your collarbone, but you can hardly complain about it now. Tiago could be watching still—you look, eyes over Angel’s forearm—he is still watching. Leaning forward on his knees now, like he’s deciding whether to follow or not.

‘You’re gonna have to be careful,’ you say, facing front again. ‘They clearly suspect you.’

He shakes his head. ‘Flaco’s paranoid, probably thinks all of us are out here spilling his secrets.’

‘Fine, be like that. But it’ll get you fucking killed, Angel.’

‘Says the rebel trying to take him down.’

He has you there, but the difference is Galindo, Tiago, doesn’t know you yet. Doesn’t even realise that you’re anyone worth knowing. Thankfully, hopefully, your quick thinking has planted ‘love interest’ across your face, and ‘dead end’ over Angel’s. There’s nothing innately suspicious about two people going for coffee, no matter how Tiago swings it.

‘Let’s just get this over with,’ you tell him, increasing your speed and pulling Angel along with you. ‘Before one of us ends up in the gutter.’

Angel laughs, nodding.

‘What?’

‘Nothing,’ he shrugs over you, ‘just that this is the weirdest fucking date of my life.’

‘It’s not a date.’

‘Fake date,’ he corrects. ‘Weirdest fake date of my life.’

‘And last one, too,’ you add, because if he ever texts you to meet up again, you’ll be leaving him on read. Information or not, it isn’t worth the hassle, he isn’t worth the hassle. You’d rather struggle to gather information for yourself, than go down with the Angel Reyes, traitor to Galindo, disaster of a ship.

[oh-shtars]

Hi Flicker :D! I just finished watching a summary and analysis of the movie “Soul” and I have to share my existential crisis with you and how I think this could support Rani's character development :] (Warning: I'm going to ramble and a LOT).

So, I was watching the movie and I saw that 22's character is quite similar to Rani, not in personality but in what they mean, she is someone who believes she hasn't found her talent yet, what she wants to dedicate herself 100% to or as they say in the movie “her spark”, they feel lost and feel like they are letting someone down because of that, but they both deal with it in different ways, we also see Joel believing that “the spark” is the THING that defines you, your purpose, this maybe what Rani may think, but I imagine as she gets older she realizes that's not such a bad thing, in fact maybe it's a bit negative to get 100% rooted to your purpose, because some people think that with that their life will be better or something, when no, I think Rani will realize that the “purpose” or what she “wants to be totally dedicated to” is not really what she expects, it's more those moments where you just feel something that makes you grateful to be alive, like when she finished carving a wooden figure and liked the result, when she enjoyed doing an activity, or when she was just with friends or her family having a challenge. Because that's also what that “spark” is about, isn't it? They are activities that generate a feeling of happiness and are one more impulse that helps you to be grateful to be alive, it is not your life 100%, it is something that simply sweetens it a little more, but not having it does not mean that you are a nobody, but it means having more possibilities to enjoy different things in life. (Sorry if what I'm saying is obvious or doesn't make sense, I was looking for the message I wanted my wish Au to give and I ended up having an existential crisis, I hope you didn't get bored reading this).

AHHHHH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU ALED!!! THAT’S WHAT I’M GOING FOR RANI ✨💖✨

You don’t need to find just one passion you need to be 100% dedicated to be happy and satisfied with life. These bursts of joy can all come from anything you enjoy doing such as hobbies or friends and family. Those are the little sparks scattered throughout your life!!

Rani just thinks that since his parents are these amazing figures he looks up to, that helped encourage people to have faith in pursuing their dreams, that he feels embarrassed of not having a definite one that he’s so sure of pursuing despite being their son. (Which is also why he doesn’t communicate this to them either.)

Please never apologise for sending me an ask. It always sends me over the moon to see y’all engaging with my story and AU. 🥺💖

In fact, you’re making me want to rewatch Soul again. Really good movie with a deep meaning, I like it ^^

[lightsoutletsgo]

Hello love! Could I request a ship please? Two would suffice, but idm three either! Whatever works for you! I mainly used the prompts cause I have no idea how to do this sorryyy

I’m British and 5’3” with dark brown hair. Some of my favourite music genres are rock, alt-rock and alt-pop! I’m also really into movie scores/soundtracks. My top three artists are Arctic Monkeys, Hans Zimmer and Paramore. My dream holiday destination is a nice little villa on Lake Como in Italy! I’m currently studying social sciences, which is basically a blend of psychology and sociology. I work part-time in a cinema; it’s pretty boring but I like the discounts on food and tickets! I love movies so much — I write film reviews in my spare time as a hobby! My favourite food is pasta, especially pesto pasta with pine nuts and bacon (it sounds odd but it’s delicious, trust me!) I also love bananas. My fav dessert is raspberry cheesecake, although I’d eat anything sweet tbh. My favourite drink is water; it’s boring but I just don’t like anything else. My dream date is probably something simple yet romantic: for example, maybe a nice candlelit dinner? It could be out at a restaurant or at home. I’m more of a staying in person myself but I don’t mind going out now and again! Movie dates would also be fun, where we’d rant about the film at the end.

I think people would described me as quite introverted and quiet, but I can be very talkative when I really like and trust someone! And I have a habit of ranting about stuff I’m really interested in. When I like something, I love it. My uni work, for example: if you ask me to explain something, I’d just accidentally go on and on. I’m quite sarcastic, but not in a mean way. I know when to stop.

In a partner, I look for someone who is loyal, trustworthy, kind, funny but knows when to be serious, romantic, and gentle. Someone who likes dogs would be a bonus as I have a dog myself!

I’m so so sorry for how long this is, love! I clearly have a bad habit of oversharing. I hope you don’t mind ❤️ congrats on 500 followers!

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ahhhh tysm! this was so fun to read and think about who to pair you with hehe so I hope you like it! happy reading mimi 🤍

CARLOS SAINZ ᝰ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ - calls you mi cielo or mi corazón - loves your hair! he's always asking if he can touch it and he loves playing with it when you're cuddling, he finds it really soothing - his love language is acts of service and quality time - loves spending time with you when it's late at night, just candlelight from the coffee table illuminating the room as he holds you close to him carlos loves listening to you jam out in the car, even if he doesn't know the songs, he's still headbanging, doing his best to sing along. he loves when you drive on longer roadtrips because he gets to have deep uninterrupted chats with you about anything and everything. one of his favourite dates with you is driving late at night to the restaurant you both love just to pick up dessert to bring home and eat in your cosy blanket pile while you watch cult classic movies. carlos uses the fact you're distracted by the film to steal a bite of your cheesecake, laughing when you notice and pretend to tap the back of his hand with your spoon as you pout. but don't worry! he always gives you his last bite! whether you're at home, on a date or out with friends, carlos will always tell you he's full and that you can have the last bite of his dessert even if he reeeally wants it.

while carlos knows you're introverted and wouldn't change it for the world, he loves when you get passionate about your interests and he watches as your eyes widen and you ramble, your smile growing more by the minute. even when you pause and apologise when you realise, he's shaking his head and grabbing your hands and asking you to carry on talking because he was really interested in hearing your final point.

carlos gazes at you with a fond smile as you sit next to him on the couch, rambling about the new film you'd just gotten home from seeing with lando, "I mean lando says he didn't like the ending but personally I feel like that's just because the director left it open to interpretation by each person that watches it! I really liked it so maybe I related to the movie more as a whole?-" you cut yourself off, hands covering your mouth as you realise you've been talking at carlos since you got home. "I'm sorry..." he's quick to hold your hands and squeeze them gently, "mi cielo, never apologise! I love hearing you talk about the things you're interested in! I could never get tired of listening to you talk." you smile at him, feeling your cheeks get warm. he pulls you into his side and you settle down to cuddle him, "so the ending was open to interpretation? what do you think it meant?"

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GEORGE RUSSELL ᝰ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ - calls you darling or my lover - loves your height! you make the perfect cuddle buddy, loves to fluster you by pulling the booktok bf move and trapping you between his chest and the wall - his love language is quality time! - george adores you and his camera roll is full of pictures of you with various puppies and dogs that belong to friends and family or that you see at the park george loves teasing you, he knows you can take it and your sarcastic replies alwasy crack him up! but he's also a sweet attentive boyfriend. always ready with kind words or encouragement when you've had a bad day or need cheering up. he loves reading your movie reviews and lewis and alex and lando often tease him because any and all of his recommendations are based on your own reviews and recommendations, "oh don't watch the remake, y/n said the original is way better." "y/n said the cinematography in this film is amazing!"

george loves making dinner for date night and just getting to be domestic together. it makes him think about the future with you and how it would look if you one day lived together or got married. he's such a melt for you that he has a playlist on his spotify of beautiful movie scores and soundtracks and he's always pulling you away from the stove or the chopping board to dance with him around the kitchen just so he can hear your laugh and maybe steal a kiss or two. he won't tell you yet but he's already thought about what movie soundtracks you'd use at various points on your wedding day if you ever got married.

with george it's all about the little things, helping you fasten your seatbelt, refilling your water bottle, slow dancing round the kitchen, candid pictures of you on his phone, foot rubs after a long day, helping you do your hair and skincare because he loves taking care of you. he's just so in love with you and wants to show you in any way possible.

"can you pass me the salt please darling?" you don't even look up from the saucepan you're stirring as you wordlessly pass him what he needs. "thank you love." you're not even aware of the way you start humming along to the music that's playing from the speaker on the island counter, george's phone shuffling your joint playlist of top movie scores. he stops what he's doing to turn and look at you, leaning back against the counter, crossing his arms with a smile, "I forgot how much you love this one." you jolt at his voice and turn to see him staring, "well I like it because it's from the first movie we ever watched together!" george feels his tummy flip a little at your answer, "is that so?" you nod and he crosses the room to lean into you, hands falling either side of your body so you're surrounded by him.

a nervous giggle leaves you and he nuzzles his nose into your neck before planting a soft kiss, "dance with me?" he doesn't give you a choice, instead taking your hand in his and tugging you to where there's a little more space, pulling you into a loose ballroom hold and swaying side to side. as the music picks up pace and crescendos, george spins you round faster, relishing in the way your giggles get louder before you're begging him to stop and grabbing him to stand upright, the laughter spilling out of him too. as the song comes to a close he gently holds your face, eyes searching yours before he's placing his lips against yours in the sweetest softest kiss.

[anxresi]

NEWSFLASH: Pink-Streaked Plot Device Confesses Crush To Equally ‘Perfect’ Protagonist. A Nation Of Undemanding Fans Weep.

May I offer a few stray observations?

1. Zoe is not ‘Amazing’, Marinette. She’s just written that way. (Bonus points if you can catch the movie reference there) 

She’s obviously SUPPOSED to be because she has so many friends and loved ones, can do everything she puts her mind to SO well and hasn’t got a single fault in her oh-so-sweet personality. 

The problem with being so gosh-darn flawless though, is that you’re straight-out BORING... especially when put into the confines of a TV show where we expect the characters to be more than just insipid one-dimensional goodie-two-shoes. 

If only they had someone better to replace her, like a rebellious anti-hero... with many layers to their character and plenty of scope for growth and change... yes, that would be MUCH more interesting than a perpetually shilled Creator’s Pet...

Oops, they already got rid of her. So sorry, my mistake.

2. People should be honored to be ‘loved’ by Zoe? 

Not really. She probably ‘loves’ everyone, due to her single-note ‘nicey nice’ persona excluding her from expressing any mild distaste about anyone. Including her own newly-psychotic sister, who’s probably told her she despises her for years.

 She’d probably skip merrily into whatever-bullshit-name-Hawkmoth-has-these-days’ lair in a yellow sundress and a basket full of oatmeal cookies, give him a little kiss on the cheek before prancing out singing ‘Tomorrow’ from Annie, leaving a trail of fluffy bunny wabbits and freshly-bloomed daisies in her wake. 

Aaawww! *Retch*

3. “Adrien’s not the one I’m in love with...” OOOH HERE IT COMES! BRACE YOURSELVES...

4. ...AAANND like a deflated balloon, a broken swing and a show running out of ideas so quickly it shoves in these ‘serious’ moments that’ll never be referenced again, Zoe never explicitly says those three magic words (Alakazam, abracadabra and hocus pocus, right?)

I guess she wanted to be ‘special friends’ with Marinette the same way Rose and Juleka are. A more hopelessly unsubtle, pandering load of nonsense would be impossible to find... but it won’t stop a certain percentage of the audience from instantly shipping these two and finding this moment both ‘inspirational’ and ‘emotional’ (I can just see the hyperbolic tweets now: OMG I WEPT BUCKETS! I CAN RELATE SSSSOOOO MUCH etc)

Sorry, but I can’t get on board. I would say this was badly done whatever the sexuality of the couple, so you can kindly burn your placards screaming ‘BIGOT’ right now. The fact it’s so cynically aimed at a demographic that are often sadly overlooked in animation until recently (and naturally, afraid of some kind of Moral Panic the writers STILL can only hint at gay relationships instead of announcing them out loud) just makes the whole shameless manipulative process even worse, IMHO.

To all those who aren’t catered to by an often very heterosexual-focused cartoon industry, watch The Owl House. Give She-Ra a try. Just anything, instead of this pathetic... what was that term I heard the other day... Gaybaiting?

Yeah, that sounds about right.

(N.B If you get something positive out of this episode I am not seeking to devalue your experience or ruin your enjoyment... I am just saying, I think this is badly-done, poorly written tripe designed to earn the show brownie points when frankly it deserves none. A great example of virtue-signalling, to borrow a tired right-wing trope. You might disagree, and feel free to argue your case, but please respect my opinion by not calling me a bunch of profane names in response. Thank you.)

5. The short scene ends with Marinette letting the supposedly lovestruck Zoe down gently, with a hug and a silent promise to never speak of this again (believe me, they won’t).

 It’s a good moment for both of these favorite, endlessly-hyped characters of Thomas... Marinette gets to show her ‘human’ side and improve her already sterling reputation, whereas a lovesick Zoe takes her rejection surprisingly well.

 No tears, raised voices or even mucus bubbles... the entire emotional catharsis is over in less than 40 seconds. Guess they were too busy with more important stuff in the episode like Cheesy Chat puns, Hawkmoth’s Ham’n’Cheese and Marinette getting spotted panties from her Lucky Charm (I wish I was kidding... but I’m not. I’ve READ the leaks... *Shudder*)

.....................

So, to sum up then: another throwaway moment in an increasingly stupid show that could’ve been something special or left a lasting impact... of course, it does neither of those things. 

I mean, what were you expecting at this stage? The people who produce it are clearly not making any serious effort whatsoever, whether that be in the writing department or stopping MASSIVE spoilers from getting out and ruining the plot (although, I think they already did a pretty good job of that even before this latest round of security breaches).

So if they don’t care, why should anyone else? At least it’s fun to vent about... but time for a break now, to watch something with a bit of actual quality. Hmm... *Decides to see the Amphibia finale for like the trillionth time.*

[spiritmadeofstars]

Something to live for, someone to die for  (Lokixfem!Reader) CH 6 [on-going]

Summary: Maybe we should learn more about the artifact, what do you think?

NO use of Y/N, instead “you” and using a nickname

Warnings: violence, blood, torture, adult themes in later chapters, 18+ (warnings and tags to be added) Read at your own risk, eh?

AO3 link • chapter 1 • chapter 2 • chapter 3 • chapter 4 • chapter 5

Chapter 6 - Tick, tick... boom?

“A visitor?” You rose an eyebrow at him. Silas just left, so who could come for a visit?

  “Yes. An acquaintance.” You wondered if Loki had anyone he could call a friend. Probably not. He did not seem the kind of person to keep anyone close. A good thing. A person like him would bring hell to the universe if someone he cared for was hurt. “She came to aid me with the artifact. I expect you to be good.” He said as if he was talking to an unruly pet.

  A moment later a beautiful woman entered, dressed in a typical Asgardian attire as far as you could tell. She looked like a royalty, and carried herself like a queen.

  “Is this the Midgardian?” She asked Loki and he motioned for her to approach you. You were mesmerized by her beauty, but as she came closer, you noticed a wicked spark in her yes. Goosebumps spread through your skin. “Lovely.” She called you.

  “So, is it really inside her?” Loki asked. The beautiful woman reached for your hands and you let her touch you, unable to protest. As if you were under her spell.

  “Oh, most definitely.”

  “Can you extract it?”

  “I’m sorry to disappoint, but no.”

  “Fuck.” Loki whispered and the woman giggled.

  “You have been hiding on Midgard for too long. Seems you have picked up some unimpressive language.”

  “Oh, go to hell, Vaienna.”

  “I’m sorry, Loki, but there’s no way to get it out by force. And, you know it’s all just theory. She may not be able to give it up of her own will either.”

  You sat there, silently listening, as if the conversation was not about you. You and the thing inside you. You wanted to ask something, but the moment you thought of it, your mind went blank.

  “What should I do?” They both stood in front of you, just a few steps away, but their voice sounded from a great distance.

  “Your healer said to give her time, no?”

  “I don’t have time!” He roared.

  “Don’t give me such attitude! It’s not my fault this happened.” Loki turned his back to her and she reached out, grasping his shoulder in a gentle way. “Loki, I know, but you have to give her time. You must, if you want to use the artifact. And you should treat her better, if she becomes unstable, she could ruin us all.”

  “What?” You managed a whisper and they both turned to you. Loki had a puzzled look on his face, as if he did not expect you to be able to talk.

  “Perhaps we should talk outside.” Vaienna said and turned to go.

  “Please.” Speaking felt like swimming through a pool of honey. Despite your pleas, they both quickly left the room, the click of the door sounded incredibly loud.

  You were reminded of a childhood memory. You and your grandmother were in an antique store, she was looking at old porcelain dolls, and all you could think of was how terrifying it would be to be trapped in a body of one, unable to move. Your mother often scolded your father for allowing you to watch horror movies with him.

  Now you felt like such a doll and could feel yourself panicking. You were unable to move, unable to think properly.

  It felt like hours had passed when the door opened again.

  “How did you do it?” Loki asked. You wanted to respond, ask what he meant and what the ominous conversation he and his acquaintance had was supposed to mean, but you did not manage to even look at him. “Birdie?” a hint of alarm coloured your name. He appeared in front of your face, his confused stare boring into yours.

  His hands were suddenly on your face, touching your cheeks, your forehead. “Is this that brain of yours?” He said with annoyance. He stood up and suddenly you were being picked up. A thought of Solas crossed your mind, hoping for a healing drink or a calming bath, instead you were placed on a bed just seconds later. Still in Loki’s room.

  Your breathing picked up, but it felt as if your lungs were refusing oxygen. You wanted to close your eyes and let the darkness take you, but the cold hands found their way to your face again.

  “You’re making me mad, Midgardian, don’t make me punish you.” You wanted to crack a smile, the hint of panic in his voice felt too hilarious. “Is it funny to you? Well, I’m glad you’re still in there, though now you are the one who looks utterly mad.”

  Why was he talking to you so much? And what was happening? And why were you burning up from the inside? What had he done to you? You frowned, hoping to make your anger at him visible.

  “This is not my fault. Well, at least I think so. But I will try to help you, relax.”

  Loki put a palm over your eyes, forcing you to close them. You felt little prickles on your eyelids and your cheeks. You did not know you could actually feel magic in such a way. Loki’s voice sounded far away again, he was mumbling something. You remembered the broken porcelain doll next to the others in the antique store. Its parts were being sold for repairs.

  ….

  “I still don’t understand what happened.” Loki said.

  “I don’t think it was her brain, you said you did nothing that could trigger such a response.” Solas replied.

  “I did not. We talked, then Vaienna came and so I put a freeze spell on her. I did not want her to act out.”

  “Nor to hear your conversation, I presume.” Solas added.

  “Yes.”

  “Is the artifact so dangerous?” Solas asked with genuine curiosity.

  “Probably. I have no idea, there’s so little we know still.”

  “Is it worth it?”

  “It is to me.”

  “She is waking up.” Solas said as his eyes noticed yours starting to flutter. He was at your side in an instant, checking you. “You scared us.” He smiled at you.

  “I was scared, too.” You whispered. “What happened?”

  “We don’t know. Has this ever hapenned to you?” Loki jumped in.

  “No, never.”

  “Were you aware of when Vaienna came into the room?”

  “Yes, but I could not move or think.”

  “This has never happened with my spell before. It must be the artifact.” Loki concluded.

  “Most likely explanation. I have nothing to do here. I’ll leave the potion, just in case.” It looked as if Silas wanted to be gone as soon as possible.

  You looked at Loki who seemed to be lost in thought. He was playing with fire he did not know how to extinguish.

  “Can you be honest with me?” You started to realize you were in Loki’s bed, you were glad he did not put you back inside the cage. After the thoughts of the dolls you felt trapped enough in your own body. “You don’t have to be friendly, nor kind. Just tell me what I’m dealing with.” Loki looked at you and the ice in his eyes thawed a little.

  “I told you, the artifact is old and powerful-”

  “And opens portals to another universes. Yes, I get that. But what does it mean for me? Is it dangerous?”

  “If I told you one wrong move could wipe out the entire universe would you kill yourself?” He challenged. You looked away and took a moment to think.

  “I am not afraid of death.”

  “You are afraid of pain.” He added and you wondered if he knew when he was hurting you before. Probably yes.

  “Does it matter?”

  “Not to me.” As if it needed to be said. “Yes, the artifact is dangerous and could cause a lot of damage. But I will not allow you to ruin my plan, so you don’t even need to think about trying to end yourself.”

  “Are you using your magic to keep me alive at all cost?”

  “Yes.” The revelation made you feel… weird. But it was important. If the opportunity was right, Loki could be distracted by trying to keep you alive, and in the moment you could perhaps kill him. How hard can it be to kill a god?

  “How long was I out?”

  “Only an hour or so.” It all felt as if it took days. “You were unresponsive, I calmed you down and called Solas. I thought your injury caused this, but I think it was the artifact fighting my spell.”

  “I am so confused by all this.” You sighed. “Why did I have to touch the thing… wait.” You sat up, suddenly realizing you were not a soul trapped inside a doll. “Other people must have touched it before me, why is it inside of me?” Loki frowned.

  “I hoped Vaienna would tell me that. A ritual was supposed to happen in order to use the artifact. Something must have triggered it.”

  “So you are planning to use a thing for something and you don’t even know how to operate it?!” Suddenly you were angry at Loki for being so irresponsible. Did being a villain mean that you needed to be stupid first?

  “Listen little mortal! This should be none of your business, but you just had to be the little hero and stick your nose where is does not belong. I wanted to learn to use it, but I did not get the chance!That thing is dangerous and you should be glad it’s not on Earth anymore. You should thank me for not leaving you, a ticking bomb, to kill everyone you’ve ever known!” Loki shouted at you and jabbed his finger in your shoulder. He was angry and maybe he had every right.

  You were just doing your job of being a little hero, but you thought you were dealing with thievery, not something like this. If you had known it was so dangerous, would you have gone inside? You have not been a hero for that long yet. You have not been courageous for that long yet, either.

  “Thank you, Loki.” You said sweetly. “You saved the Earth, maybe they should all kneel to you now. Maybe I should be the first to do so.” You pulled yourself up to you knees, but you were still on the bed, so you were almost face to face with Loki. He looked surprised, but a satisfied grin appeared on his face. “Let’s just hope the ticking bomb won’t blow up in your face.”