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salt-n-salt · 6 months ago
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haleys winter fit !!!! the whimsy ,,,,, 🙂‍↕️🫶
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laylakeating · 2 years ago
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LAYLA KEATING — All American: 5x18
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andichoseyou · 2 years ago
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taylor swift sticks her tongue out while performing on stage 22 dead 89 injured
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nomniki · 2 years ago
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ELLAAAAAAA okay i’m gear to talk love island with you because girl.
OKAY SO LOWKEY I STARTED WATCHING HALF WAY THROUGH THE SEASON SNDONEIENEIW. okay so basically my niece loves to watch it & i think (thought) love island is soooo dumb like i literally HATE british tv. but she was watching it one day and i was like, hold awn cause whys this season actually kinda interesting???? ANYWAYS.
THE DRAMA????? i LOOOVE ty & ella, and ella IS MY GIRL but she was so in the wrong for that???? like, yeah ty was wrong for everything he did — giving her trust issues and putting the thought in her head that he’s gonna be un loyal but…. if you guys AGREED to being closed off…. YK??? like she was so wrong for that😕😕
the whole little bathroom scene was smth out of a fic (that’s literally why i wrote it but wtv </3) AND IT MADE MY HEART HURT SO BAD FOR THEM??? like ty is a bad man, like you KNOOOOW he’s not stressin over no one like that but you can TELLL that his heart was hurt bruv OH MY DAYYYS.
i’m GLAD they made it through movie night successfully :( my babies <3. I HAVEN’T SEEN TODAYS EP <//3 bc my niece goes to bed at 9 (bc she’s… 11 i think???) so we’ll be watching it tmw BUT I HOPE THEY’RE GOOD I HOPE THEY WIN FRL‼️‼️‼️‼️
NO LITERALLY SAME i’ve watched from literally like the beginning of casa and then a few odd episodes because my friend alw comes over on fridays so w i watch w them BUT MAN TY AND ELLA . sorry i have to defend my namesake But iF U CLOSED IT OFF UR CLOSED OFF !!!! WHY WOULD U CHOOSE NOW TO GO AND EXPLORE yes ty sucked but like he was exploring pre closed off U R EXPLORING POST !!!!!! ugh they hurt me so bad 😕THE FRAMA IS DRAMAING THIS SEAOSN LITERALLY i was so happy rhey made it through movie night i was TERRIFIED but when ty said “nono i forgave her alr i’m not going to take it back now” PLS MY HEART AND THEY WERE SO CUTE TOTAU but oml fuck kady today she was being shady as hell in this challenge leave my girl ALONEEEEEE
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pathologicalreid · 4 days ago
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spring into summer | s.r.
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in which Spencer pursues a relationship with you. you try to resist every advance - for your own protection.
[previously]
who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: angsty content warnings: blowing smoke part tew, at a bar but it's not specified whether or not reader drinks alcohol, kissing, if you have a problem with my bar music keep it to yourself, maeve as a plot device, love confessions, not edited word count: 2.25k a/n: y'all i wasn't gonna do this, but listening to this song... yeah i had to.
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“Spencer’s here!” Penelope exclaimed from her bar stool, her heels clicking on her way to the front of the bar, hoping to lead Spencer through the crowd to where the team had decided to set up shop.
Your head snapped up in alarm, tilting your head to the side and trying to get JJ’s attention, “I didn’t think Spencer was coming out tonight.��
She frowned slightly, placing her glass on the bar and shrugging, “It was an open invite.”
An open invite that you extended to the guy you’re seeing. You huffed, pulling the strap of your dress back over your shoulder and flagging down the bartender, hoping to get a drink before you need to play defense against Spencer.
“Hey,” Ethan said from behind you, a cute guy from counterterrorism that Penelope had introduced you to. His hand sat comfortably on your waist as you got the bartender’s attention again, letting him know that you’d actually need two drinks.
You smiled back at him, panicking slightly when he leaned in to kiss you. Evading his kiss, you let his lips land on your cheek, turning your head so that you were facing Spencer.
The two of you had as little contact as you could manage in the past two months, ever since Spencer’s attempt to ask you out had gone completely awry. Of course, ceasing all contact was unavoidable, between work and Spencer’s continued pursuance, you continuously found yourself under his net.
Ethan squeezed your waist gently, taking the glass that the bartender had placed in front of him and grabbing a straw for yours. You thanked him, crushing the straw wrapper against the bar and taking a sip.
Admittedly, you weren’t interested in the guy in the slightest. The second time you went out together, he’d gotten your name wrong, but he was friends with Penelope’s crush, so you were trying to be a good sport.
It felt like the world was playing a cruel joke on you, pairing you with someone who couldn’t be bothered to remember your name while you were trying to shut out a guy who remembered your favorite flower from a conversation three years ago. Yesterday, you’d found a bouquet on your desk for the third Thursday in a row.
Every time you read the card that he sends with the arrangement, you almost forget yourself. It would be a waste for you to get rid of them, which is the only reason you’ve kept them on your desk.
Or so you keep telling yourself.
“You look nice,” Spencer whispered to you, reaching between you and JJ so he could grab his drink from the bar. He looked good, you noticed him against your better judgment, even the embroidery on his tie managed to catch your attention.
Before you could collect yourself enough to respond to him, Morgan had already pulled him back to a booth, putting an arm around his shoulders and pointing out different girls in the bar while Savannah rolled her eyes. His hair was growing out from the undercut that he’d debuted in the fall, falling in front of his eyes until he inevitably flicked the stray hairs away.
Peeling your eyes off of him, you looked back at Ethan, who’d already made his way through half his drink. His eyes were glued to the baseball game being displayed above the bar. If your date had noticed you ogling your coworker, he didn’t show it.
Tentatively, you tapped his stool gently with your toe, “Hey,” you tried to get his attention, batting your eyelashes. “Do you wanna go over to the jukebox with me? We can pick a song together,” you offered.
He frowned and shook his head, “Nah, the Nationals game is on.” He nodded his head up to the TV, refraining from sparing you a glance.
You looked up at the screen, they were at the bottom of the second inning, and you were in for an exhausting night. “Right,” you said flatly, “I’ll be right back.”
Sharing a look with Penelope, who shot you a supportive thumbs up from the other side of the bar, you got off your stool and adjusted your purse over your shoulder. You liked that this bar still had a real jukebox, as opposed to the updated touchscreens commonly found in bars nowadays. You dug through your purse for a quarter, half paying attention to your rummaging and using the rest of your brain power to study the available songs.
A few things caught your eye, most of the available tracks were classics—Journey, Queen, and a Meatloaf track that was suspiciously out of order. Probably because the song was over eight minutes long. “Here,” the familiar voice—that you’d been trying to avoid—spoke.
Spencer held a quarter out for you, leaving the coin displayed in his palm until you graciously accepted it. “Thanks,” you said, “Do you have any suggestions?” You expertly dodged his attempt at eye contact, sliding the quarter into its slot and reading through the titles again. Pressing your lips in a thin line while you ignored the way he was leaning over the jukebox.
“Why did you ask him to come out?” He asked, pointing at one of the songs and chuckling when you shook your head. He should’ve known better than to actually make a request. After all, you were just being polite.
You squinted at a title, worn with time, and you distracted yourself with the task of reading it. “I didn’t know you were coming with us,” you muttered, refusing to let your curiosity get the better of you and resisting the urge to just select the worn button. “You don’t usually like this bar,” you reminded him. You couldn’t remember the last time Spencer went out to a bar that wasn’t O’Keefe’s.
He hummed next to you, standing so close that you could feel his body heat intermingling with your own. “So,” he started, “You wouldn’t have asked him to go out if you had known I was going to be here.”
“I didn’t say that,” you told him, your eyes flickering to the side. Not enough to see his face, but enough to notice that he’d taken off his suit jacket, his sleeves pushed up to his elbows.
“You might as well have,” he returned, watching as you finally chose a Fleetwood Mac song, concluding that you’d either have to choose a song you didn’t want or waste Spencer’s quarter.
You peeked around him, your date still preoccupied with the sporting event. Even so, you tried to make your way around Spencer, but he grabbed your elbow and held you back.
There was nothing forceful in his action. If you wanted to snatch your arm away and stalk away from him, he wasn’t going to stop you, but you found yourself interested in staying with him. It would be worth your while to stay with someone who was begging for your attention rather than return to the bar to beg for someone else’s.
Spencer looked around, mindful of the members of your team who were still in earshot while he led you away from the crowds. He tucked you away, resting your back against a shiplap wall in a corner, perfectly concealed from curious profilers. “I want to talk to you,” he whispered, leaning against the wall.
You crossed your arms in front of your chest in preemptive defense, making sure he stayed at least a foot away from you. “I’ve said everything there is to say to you,” you made no effort to avert his gaze, no attempt to duck away from the conversation.
“I haven’t,” he responded immediately, his voice steady despite the noticeable pounding of his carotid. It was almost as if he’d practiced this speech before, going through every permutation of the conversation in his mirror before meeting you out.
Raising your eyebrows, you looked up at him; the sun was setting, the orange light reflecting in his brown irises while he studied you like it was the last time he’d ever see you. “Spence,” you breathed, waiting expectantly for him to continue.
“You never actively pursued me, how was I meant to know you were interested?” His question made you want to scoff, but the earnest look in his eyes gave you pause. “Admittedly, social cues aren’t my strong suit, and I know you know that.”
Your shoulders relaxed, “So, because I never actively pursued you, it’s my fault that we never ended up together? Was I supposed to declare my intentions to you?”
He shook his head, sending strands of wavy brown hair tumbling in front of his forehead. In another life, you would’ve reached out to fix his hair. “No, I’m saying that while you never actively pursued me, I am actively pursuing you. I just want to make sure you know what page I’m on,” he told you, nervously picking at his nails.
“Spencer,” you sighed his name, “I already told you I couldn’t do it.” You’d cried it to him, actually. You expected this conversation to be more of the same, pleading with Spencer to understand your perspective on the situation while he relentlessly begged you to reconsider.
Reaching out, he touched your arm gently, nothing more than a graze of his fingertips across your bare skin, “And I want to prove to you that we can do this. I can be the guy that you want.”
You pressed your lips together, trying to push yourself further into the wall until you phased right through it, “I can’t take the back and forth.” You needed something stable, but what you needed would never be reflective of what you wanted. The most brutal truth of all was that you still wanted Spencer. You considered him your first love, and no one ever gets over their first love.
Just like he’d never get over his.
“There are just too many years between us, Spencer. It’s too complicated,” you told him, trying to keep your breathing steady. It would be exhausting to explain your tearful look to the rest of the team.
He waved your reasoning away, “It’s not. It’s not complicated. I love you and you love me. So, why can’t we be together?”
Your lips parted, staring up at him with wide eyes as your brain frantically tried to catch up with the situation at hand. Each beat of your heart was like a repetition of the word—love, love, love.
Spencer took your silence for rejection, “Maybe it’s just me then.”
“It’s not,” you croaked, fear and love and sorrow causing your throat to strangle your words. You looked up at him and wondered how long he’d been sitting on that confession. You wondered how long he’d known you loved him. You wondered if he still dreamed about Maeve. For whatever reason, that’s the only curiosity that you voiced, “Do you still dream about her?”
“I only dream about you these days,” he answered, his voice soft in the cacophony of the bar, keeping the conversation private despite your public stage.
“You can’t mean that,” you murmured, your face warming in response to his confession.
Your response only seemed to encourage him further, leaning his head down to allow himself contact. He pressed his lips to yours gently, and you found yourself leaning into him more than you’d like, each movement of his lips reminiscent of a chisel against the wall that you had constructed between the two of you.
Reaching your arms up, you propped one over his shoulder and used your free hand to weave your fingers in his hair—just as silky as you had always imagined it would be. His lips were soft against yours, and you knew you were fighting a battle that you could never win. You’d always run back to him.
Even when you pried yourself away from him, there wasn’t an ounce of regret in your bloodstream, but there was an outpour of sorrow. “Spence,” you breathed, blinking tears from your eyes while he pressed his forehead against yours.
“I’m sorry,” he responded, “I shouldn’t have done that.” His tone didn’t reflect his words in the slightest, there was no remorse in his eyes when you met them for the first time in a new light.
You shook your head instantly, “It’s okay.” You understood why he had done it. Telling you he loved you. Kissing you. He hadn’t done either of those things with Maeve. Spencer was trying to make a statement with you; he wanted his actions to speak louder than words.
He frowned, “You’re crying. I’m so sorry.”
Your lips parted to respond, but you hesitated for a moment. Curiosity was rapping at your door, wanting to know if the last person he had kissed was Diane. “I’m not crying because I didn’t want you to kiss me,” you admitted, hoping that your candor would serve to bring him some comfort.
“Oh,” he breathed, “Oh.”
You nodded, confirming his suspicions, “But I meant it when I told you I can’t do this. I just… not right now.” You needed time to come to terms with the fact that the love you never expected was right around the corner, and you needed time so that Maeve wasn’t the first person you thought over after kissing him.
“Okay,” he said, taking a small step away from you, “But you… you’ll let me know?”
Your head bobbed, “I’ll let you know.”
"I love you and I always will and I am sorry. What a useless word." - Ernest Hemingway
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tojisun · 1 year ago
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wwwwwhat if... bimbo!reader with biker!simon... 😣😣
i hope u know i went feral when i saw this!!! AHHHH
thats so fucking cute omg? thinking about biker!simon bringing bimbo!reader around on his bike; how he wraps his jacket around her waist because she's wearing pleated skirts or those long pencil ones.
or thinking about biker!simon messaging bimbo!reader the night before to remind her that they're going to go on a meet, but that she doesn't have to worry about what to wear because simon's there to help her out, anyway.
and thinking about her replying, "can we match colours?" and while simon's wardrobe is a mix-and-match of anything black, navy blue, and old band tees, he still says, "sure," because all he wants is to indulge you :<
"i'm sorry love," he says, feeling shy now that he noticed the lack of colour in his closet. he hears you snort from the other side of the line.
"i know that, simmy. and that's okie because you are gorgeous!" you reply, your words making simon blush. "oh! maybe we can match nirvana shirts!?"
"of course," he says instantly. you could even ask him to wear a sack of rice to match your aesthetics and baby, simon would run to do it.
so there you two are the next day: matching nirvana shirts. yours is knotted on your back to mimic a cropped top, paired with a plain grey pleated skirt that matches the neutral colours of your nirvana tee. simon looks up from his bike when you called and his mouth goes bone dry because of how beautiful you are.
"oh you," you say when he says this, giggling despite the way you can't meet his eyes as you are overcome with shyness. simon basks it in, watching the way you keep clearing your throat and fidgeting, before he takes pity and gets off his bike to prepare you for the ride.
simon helps you put on your helmet, a little black thing wrapped in a bunny fuzzy helmet cover, before pulling back just enough that he can shrug off his zip-up and tie it around your waist. you throw your hands over his shoulders as he does so, tipping your head up so you can pepper ‘kisses’ along his jaw.
it's ticklish but goddamn, you are so adorable.
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oh but what i liked this a lil tew much !!!!
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azzifudded · 5 months ago
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THE CANDY SALAD UGHHH AZZI LOOKS REW GOOODDD 😫
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she’s tew cute give me her NEOWWWW 😫
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wndaswife · 3 months ago
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Can you explain for Lizzie dom reasoning…. Uhhhh for science obviously 🕵️‍♀️
well the proof is lowkey in the pudding (images below) BUT…. well ok… firstly and i don’t wanna be weird by talking tew much about her personal life but let’s just say if there’s a dom in her marriage dynamic it’s her.. but moving on
there was a vid (or 2) where she seems to have a habit of interrupting robbie and she apologizes and he kind of just goes it’s ok :)👍🏼 she is most comfortable when she’s in control and when she decides things, mentally she says she likes to see herself as a contained box wherein the particles are moving but contained, self control and perfectionism r important (not for defense but to be comfortable and relaxed), she says she believes her behaviour is more masculine, she says she is one to tease a lot, in a vid (it must’ve been robbie on the other side) she’s smoking n she coos w her friend on facetime saying “he’s so cute”
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sirenologyyy · 10 months ago
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EVERYTHING I KNOW ABOUT LOVE !
୨ৎ summary : wherein singer!reader books her next role in the ballad of songbirds and snakes after starring in the third highest-grossing movie of all time called avatar: the way of water, and falls for the bad guy... of course
୨ৎ warnings : cussing, that's pretty much it HEHEEHEH
୨ৎ author's note : YA'LL I've never seen laufey as a faceclaim in these before she's gorgeous. Also, your character in atwow is named Magnolia Quaritch, you're in Daisy Jones and The Six as a Jazz singer named Vienna Cartwright and a character in House of The Dragon named Theadosia Baratheon.
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yourusername the sexy skxawngs are SO back 🤩🙏🔥
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jackchampion DUDEEE YOU SAID YOU WEREN'T GUNNA POST THAT PIC OF ME
⤷ yourusername obviously I lied
user1 NAWW YA'LL ARE SO CUTE
user2 OMGGG your boots are giving
user3 average brother and sister dynamic
user4 HELLO DON'T TELL ME Y/N AND JACK PLAY SIBLINGS IN AVATAR????
⤷ user3 HELP yeah they do they're quaritch's kids and they're stepsiblings, y/n's character is named magnolia she was born on pandora like three or four years before spider was
⤷ user4 they barely look alike HELP
⤷ jackchampion no because we keep saying that too
⤷ yourusername @/slang_711 your response 🎤🎤🎤
user4 naw HAHAAHAHA
rachelzegler YA'LL ARE SO CUTEEE
⤷ yourusername MWAH
jamieflatters what is that picture of me
⤷ yourusername my finger slipped
⤷ jamieflatters this is an injustice
⤷ yourusername mb I'm sorry
⤷ jamieflatters you know you aren't
baileybass no because that day in london was so fun omggg
yourusername especially when it started raining and we all were just running around like headless chickens and we took cover inside that empty ambulance
⤷ jackchampion and then I totally didn't fall getting out
⤷ baileybass lies
⤷ yourusername falsehoods
⤷ jamieflatters these people deserve the truth jackson
user5 UGH y/n's so pretty I wish she was real :/
user1 frl I wish pretty people were real
user6 jack eating dino nuggies and mac and cheese with a coke sends me
⤷yourusername I have a folder on my phone with 18 seperate photos of jack eating the same meal over the course of filming atwow
⤷ jackchampion WHAT???
⤷ yourusername my lil bro 😔
⤷ user6 PUAHAAHAGAHSHS
⤷ jackchampion girl bye I'm literally 6 feet tall
⤷ yourusername nobody asked jack
⤷ jamieflatters yeah jack
ayoedibiri I miss you 😔
⤷ yourusername I miss YOU
user7 MAGNOLIA QUARITCH 🔛🔝
user8 if magnolia quaritch has a million fans I'm one of them, if she has a hundred fans I'm one of them, if she had 0 fans I'm DEAD
hunterschafer looking tew good babes x
⤷ yourusername ure too kind 🫡 🫶
user9 HELPPP BECAUSE JAMIE'S FACE IN THE BEGGINING
⤷ yourusername he tried gochujang for the first time
⤷ jackchampion top 10 worst anime fails
user7 I think you cropped me outta some of these babes 💋
user8 imagine breathing the same air as y/n y/l/n is rn like I cannot imagine 😔
user10 y/n what's ur favorite hot wheels car
user11 come home the kids miss you 😔
user12 can magnolia come and dissect me like that bladder polyp 30 minutes into the movie
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yourusername show our girl mira sage baird some love, the ballad of songbirds and snakes out now November 17th!
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user1 STOP STOP STOP
user2 THERE'S NO FUCKING WAY SHE'S PLAYING MIRA SAGE
rachelzegler welcome to the rodeo big sis 🎹🎶✨️
⤷ yourusername let's fcking do this thing
user3 im literally screaming crying and throwing up right now OMFG RACHEL JUST CALLED Y/N BIG SIS
user4 STOP BCS I just finished reading tbosas yesterday
user5 OH MY FUCKING GOD MIRA PLAYING THE PIANOOOO
user6 these stills are everything to me
jackchampion SO SO SO PROUD OF YOU 🙌
⤷ yourusername #1 WINGMAN FRL 💯
user7 her first freaking role was literally playing stephen lang's daughter in a james cameron film, then immediately booking the role of serafyna freaking baratheon in house of the dragon, then playing a jazz singer in daisy jones and the six, NOW SHE'S IN THE BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES???
user8 no one's doing it like her frl
user1 "OUR GIRL MIRA SAGE BAIRD" WHAT IF I START SOBBING
user5 like hello I'm never getting over this tf 😭💔💔💔
user3 Y/N Y/L/N THE WOMAN THAT YOU ARE
tomblyth hey nightingale
⤷ yourusername wsp gent
user9 OH MY FUCKING GOD NO ONE TALK TO ME RIGHT NOWWWWWWW
⤷ user3 DID THEY JUST CALL EACHOTHER BY THEIR NICKNAMES OH LORD
user5 they saw an opportunity and took it
ashleyjliao oh ya'll are not READYYYY
user11 TOM BLYTH AND Y/N Y/L/N NATION RISE
user8 IM LITERALLY SCREAMING RIGHT NOW HOLY SHITTTTTTTT??@@?@?!!?!,#*#(
⤷ user1 someone time this exact moment these two made frickin history tonight
⤷ user6 I'm so glad I stayed up for this holy shit
⤷ user8 it's literally 5:39 am for me rn I literally have to defend a thesis in 3 hours and I am wide awake bouncing around my dorm
⤷ yourusername oh babes get some sleep 😭 (good luck on your thesis btw you're gunna kill it! 💓)
⤷ user8 IM GOING TO BED RN MISS MA'AM 🫡
⤷ user10 replying to user8 NAW GIRL I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE REPLIED TO YOU
⤷ user8 replying to user10 IT CAN ONLY GO DOWNHILL FROM HERE DUDE
user7 I WILL NEVER FORGET THIS MOMENT OMFGDYDHDU
baileybass can't wait 🤍
⤷ yourusername I love you so much bai bai 🫶🏼
user12 oh my FUCK is that the scene where sejanus and mira have that conversation outside the hob???
⤷ user9 OH THERE'S NO WAY
⤷ user13 STOP WE'RE FINALLY GETTING THE "you're everything I could ever have wanted" SCENE
⤷user9 AAAAAAAAA I CAN'T WAIT OH MY GOD?!?!?
⤷ user6 UGHDGDFC MY SEJMIRA HEARTTTTTTT 😭💗
⤷ user3 I apologise for the person I will become once I see Sejanus and Mira at my local theatre
⤷ hunterschafer me neither
⤷ user3 HUNTER'S A SEJMIRA SHIPPER CONFIRMED?????
⤷ user6 hunter I love you
⤷user3 HUNTER SHIPS SEJMIRA YA'LL HEARD IT HERE FIRST 🗣🗣🗣
⤷user12 NO BECAUSE IF WE'RE GETTING THE HOB SCENE THEN THE CLIFF SCENE IS 3 DAYS AFTER...
⤷user13 oh...
⤷ user1 I DON'T THINK I WILL SURVIVE THIS
⤷ user2 yeah and neither does-
⤷ user8 NAWWW STFU @/user2
⤷user12 don't even go there @/user2
⤷user10 GET THE HELL OUT @/user2
⤷ user10 DONT EVEN CONTINUE THAT SENTENCE @/user2
joshandresrivera prepare to have your knocks socked off
⤷yourusername oh they dunno what's COMING
⤷ rachelzegler stop because tell me why I was sobbing even more than you were while you were performing mira sage's song 😭
⤷ yourusername we were inconsolable that day 😭😭😭 i think even Tom was tearing up too
⤷ tomblyth no you're wrong there was a busted pipe above my spot it kept leaking into my eye
⤷yourusername sure honey.
user14 NAWWWW ☝️☝️☝️
user15 someone check up on tom if he's still breathing cuz if y/n fucking y/l/n ever called me honey I'd be GONEEEEEEE
user16 @/tomblyth are u alright pal
⤷ joshandresrivera his eyes were literally irritated when I looked at him during our first initial take
⤷tomblyth nice going josh
⤷ yourusername rachel never let him go
⤷ rachelzegler duly noted
user17 y/n y/l/n as mira sage baird oh someone up there is looking out for me frl
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rachelzegler new york, new york - Frank Ocean
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joshandresrivera alright I see how it is
⤷ rachelzegler it's not you, it's me?
yourusername I'm coming after your entire career Joshua
tomblyth I asked if you wanted to go hang out in new york with me and you told me you were busy?
⤷ yourusername but I was 😁
⤷ rachelzegler get in line blyth
⤷ tomblyth I'm devastated, truly
⤷ yourusername it's not my fault I'm incredibly sought after, I'm sorry Tom
⤷ hunterschafer go tell 'em honey!!!
⤷ yourusername better luck next time @/tomblyth
⤷ tomblyth there's still a next time?
⤷yourusername For you? Always
⤷tomblyth I'm the luckiest man alive, I feel like I'm going to soar out of my flat any minute now, maybe do somersaults in the sky I'm not sure, we'll see.
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user1 not Tom Blyth being down bad
user2 HELLO??? TOM???
user3 why do they sound so flirty wtf...
user4 dosen't Tom have a gf HELPPPP
user5 I don't think it's confirmed
⤷ user4 it better not be cuz why am I kinda eating this up
user6 NO BCS SAME ADFSDGSJSSHZ
lionsgate our favorite sister duo 💕
⤷ yourusername iktr 🙏
⤷ rachelzegler this is a WIN
user7 OH WE NEED THOSE DIGICAM PICS RNNNN
user8 @/yourusername LETS MAKE IT HAPPEN ‼️‼️‼️
user9 Y/N AND RACHEL IN NEW YORK Y/N AND RACHEL IN NEW YORK Y/N AND RACHEL IN NEW YORK
user10 THERE'S NO WAY I WAS 5 MINS AWAY FROM THAT RESTAURANT AND DIDN'T GO THERE 😭😭😭
user11 y/n l/n and rachel zegler my bestfriends
user12 HELP THE TEXT WITH Y/N AND RACHEL IM CREASING
⤷ user11 IKR THIS IS SO UNSERIOUS
⤷ user10 I wonder if she actually got the Lucy Gray barbie
⤷ yourusername everywhere we went it was sold out 😭
⤷ user12 NAHHH QUEEN YOU DESERVE SM BETTER
user3 @/tomblyth you might wanna get onto that
⤷ user5 @/tomblyth GET THIS GIRL HER LUCY GRAY BARBIE
⤷ user4 @/tomblyth YK WHAT TO DO
user14 HAHAHAAYAH NOT YA'LL TAGGING HIMMM 😭😭😭
user15 I know Y/N was mourning for that spilt coffee
⤷ rachelzegler OH YOU BEST BELIEVE SHE WAS DISTRAUGHT
user16 and they were thrifting too UGH I wanna be able to go thrifting with y/n and rachel
⤷ user14 I wonder who got those cowboy boots
⤷yourusername actually we both saw it at the same time but I ended up giving it to Rachel because I'm a wonderful person! (and we totally didn't fight over it inside goodwill!)
rachelzegler 😭😭😭
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tomblyth HG film dump. We had our flaky croissants, our chewy croissants, but alas, not one croissant on earth could live up to these beautiful people. teebosass coming to theaters near you. ❄️❄️❄️
rachelzegler FIRST!!!
rachelzegler ugh blyth you sap
⤷ tomblyth what can I say
ashleyjliao 🥐🥐🥐
yourusername that cucumber salad did not taste as good as you manipulated me into believing
⤷ tomblyth hey you could use the vitamin K, you're welcome ❤️
⤷ yourusername this is what playing a pre tyrannical president of a dystopian world does to you kids
user1 yes mom 🫡
user1 AWWW THE GROUP PIC OF ALL THE MENTORS 🥹🥹🥹
⤷ user2 I'm abt to sob
user3 so excited OMGGG
user2 YA'LL THE CABIN SCENE I WILL NEVER RECOVER...
user4 sofia crying makes me wanna cry too wtf
user5 the tributes and mentors aww
⤷ user3 I'm having that picture framed and put on a pedestal
user6 Y/N getting her own picture is so cute 🫶
user7 holy shit ur right
⤷ user2 replying to user6 she literally got a single picture all to herself while the others were with someone else on every photo
⤷ user8 CHAT WHAT IS GOING AWNNN
user8 no because y/n having her own picture meanwhile everyone else had to share the spotlight is making me think thoughts...
user9 oh twitter's about to blow up and second now
user10 @/y/nsidehoe on twt 🔥🔥🔥
user11 you were amazing in Billy the Kid!
user12 RACHEL IS SO POOKIEEEE
user13 these photos are so well shot though
user14 the tributes all hugging eachother ugh MY HEART
user15 josh's posture is cracking me tf up 😭
⤷ user10 BWHAHAGSSJAJSSJS
user16 10 MINUTES AGK HOLY SHITTTT
user17 y/n's face though HELP ME
user18 Y/N NATION HOW TF ARE WE FEELING???
user19 I don't even wanna speculate anything atp remember what happened to her and Charles Leclerc?
user17 oh NAWWW they were definitely a thing, did you SEE those yacht pics?
user10 it was a shame they never confirmed it though they were so cute 😔
user20 YALL dosen't tom have a gf???
⤷ user18 nothing's confirmed, pretty sure he said him and the girl were good friends in an article somewhere LMFAO
⤷ user8 omg link
⤷ user13 (2)
⤷ user18 hold on dms
user21 josh and rachel have my heart fssss 🫶
user22 y/n nation boutta start shipping them I'm frl calling it
user23 it'll be gone in a week or so then she'll hop onto the next male lead in her next film
⤷ user22 HAAHAHA SHUDDUPPP
⤷ user23 for promo ✨️
⤷ user24 she's doing smth to these men I swear, spiking their drinks, keeping voodoo dolls of em or sumn
⤷ user23 WAIT STOP AHAHSHSAH
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rosemariiaa · 3 months ago
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~Home is Here~
pairing: Ayanna x Reader
request: Maybe visiting Yanna on campus, period came along, cramps, dropping everything (besides class and practice) to stay with you etc etc.
a/n: this was tew cute ! happy reading lovelies 💌
themes: fluff
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You pull up to campus, excited to finally see Ayanna and spend the weekend together. She's waiting outside her dorm, arms crossed, wearing that familiar, easy grin. The second she spots you, her whole face lights up.
“Took you long enough," she teases, pulling you in for a warm hug that feels like home.
But, as luck would have it, a dull ache settles into your abdomen just as you get comfy. You try to ignore it, hoping it'll pass, but within minutes, the cramps have you wincing.
Ayanna notices right away. "You good?" Her hand finds your shoulder, her eyes narrowing as she picks up on your discomfort. You try to brush it off, giving a quick nod, but another cramp hits, and you can't quite hide it.
“Uh-huh," she says, not buying it. "Yeah, okay. Plans canceled-come on." She doesn't wait for you to argue, just steers you inside and settles you in bed like it's the most obvious solution. Her dorm's surprisingly neat (either you caught her on a good day, or she tidied up just for you), and there's a small pile of your favorite snacks stacked on her desk.
After a minute, she heads out again, saying she'll be
"right back." When she returns, she's got her arms full: heating pad, painkillers, water, and a fresh stash of snacks. She settles the heating pad against your stomach, her touch gentle as she works, then sits on the bed beside you with a little smirk.
"Alright, you're officially on bedrest. No moving until it's actually life or death, you hear me?" She teases, but there's a warmth in her eyes that makes you smile despite the cramps.
The day goes by with Ayanna popping in between classes and practice. She's back and forth, each time bringing something-an extra pillow, a new snack, or just herself to curl up beside you for a bit, her hand tracing soft circles on your back as you watch whatever movie you picked to distract yourself.
Before she heads out to her evening practice, she surprises you by showing up with her cat, freshly picked up from the vet. "Figured you could use some company while I'm gone," she says, setting the carrier down and carefully letting her sleepy little cat out. She gently settles him beside you, and he curls up contentedly, purring as he nestles into the blankets.
"Awww he's probably cuter than you," you murmur, reaching to scratch his ears. "Hey!" she retorts, but watches with a grin, clearly proud of herself.
When she finally gets back from practice that night, she finds you half-asleep with her cat still curled beside you. She slides into bed next to you, pulling the blanket over both of you. You smile, groggy but grateful, and lean over, peppering soft kisses all over her face-on her forehead, her cheeks, then a peck on her lips.
"Thank you for taking care of me," you murmur between kisses.
She grins, pretending to be unaffected, but you definitely catch her blushing a little. "Hey, no big deal, anything for the princess." she says casually, her hand rubbing slow circles on your back.
After a pause, she smirks, raising an eyebrow. "So... you gon make it up to me with some y'know, or what?"
Laughing, you shove her lightly. "You're such a horny fuck," you mutter, rolling your eyes.
She just laughs, pulling you right back into her arms.
"What can I say? Jus got a thing for you."
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a/n: aww i like writing for yanna this was cuteee!!
tags: @thaatdigitaldiary @patscorner @sierrale8ne @mrsarnold @ohbueckers @riyahtheballer @wbbgetsmewetter @absolutelydreadful
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mangionebabymama · 3 days ago
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OMG I can see reader asking him for tutoring classes and bringing him a cake she baked as a thank you and being red in the face because she high key has a crush on him😭. He would be so grateful and love that she thought of him and cooked him his favorite cake. And would begin to bring her thoughful gift too
STOPPPPPP THIS SHIT IS TEW CUTE 🥺
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During one of their tutor sessions, they’d be taking a break and would be talking around different things, and that’s when she’d decide on making him something as a way of showing her gratitude.
She’d ask, “Hey, by chance, what’s your favorite kind of cake?”
He’d tell her his favorite and then pose, “Why do you ask?”
She’d just innocently shrug, “Oh, just curious” but that’s an outright lie, knowing she’s got plans up her sleeve
So that next time she sees him, holding the cake in her hands and telling him that she baked a little something for him, to show her appreciation for all his help, he’s just taken aback. When he’d take the cake from her hands, admiring at how she did all of that just to say thank you and he’s praising her for it, she’d be feeling herself enough to add, “Well, you know what they say, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach” 😩💔💔💔💔
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morganski-19 · 2 months ago
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Chills Right to the Marrow Part 55
ao3 link| part 1 . . . part 52, part 53, part 54
Dustin wakes up with a cold sweat, panting. The early morning sun making its way through the window. Illuminating his room. He blinks away visions of broken glass on his floor, the body of his cat. The truth that his mother can never know, the secret he keeps from her.
He’s jealous of the people that have someone else in their house to talk to about this. Mike has Nancy, Lucas has Erica, Will and El have their entire house. Steve has Eddie, and Robin considering how much she stays over there. He has no one.
Something pounces on his bed, startling him. Tews coming up to bump her head into his arm, purring.
“Jesus,” he jumps. She continues to rub against his arm until he starts to scratch around her collar. “Be glad you’re cute.”
He gets out of bed, heading to the kitchen. Tews following beside him, probably wanting food. He pulls out the container from the pantry and fills her bowl, watching as she goes to eat it. A different scene flashes in his mind when he blinks. He wishes he could ignore it.
“Dustin,” Claudia’s voice comes from the doorway. “She didn’t wake you up, did she?”
“No, I was already up. Just needed some water,” he lies. He hates that he has to lie, but it’s better for her.
Claudia squeezes his shoulder, moving toward the cabinets to get him a glass. Filling it before filling up the coffee pot. He takes the glass, sitting down at the kitchen table. Knowing that he isn’t going to be able to go back to sleep.
“You ok, Dusty,” his mom asks. Coming over to place the back of her hand against his forehead. “You haven’t been acting the same.”
Dustin wishes he could tell her. Wishes that she could really know what’s going on. So maybe she could help. Have some sort of answer so he doesn’t have to find one. Some way to make him feel like he used to. But she has the blessing of not knowing, he needed her to keep it.
“I’m fine,” he lies. Mind racing to think of a quick excuse. “Just tired.”
She makes the face, the all knowing mother face. Her lips pinching in the way that shows she knows he’s lying, but cares enough to say it gently. She sits down across from him. “You’ve been through so much these past few years. With Will going missing, then the fire at the mall, now the earthquake. Seeing your friends get hurt. And knowing you, you wanted to do everything to fix it, and feel bad because you can’t figure out how.
“You might think you’re hiding it from me, but you’re not. I saw you go to that hospital day after day to check up on them. I see you when you come home and the smile drops. See the pain in your eyes. I’ve tried to be here for you in the ways that I can, but I’m not sure it’s enough.”
He didn’t know she knew. Stupidly, he thought he was hiding it. He thought he was putting up the right front to make sure she never knew.
“And I just,” she continues. “If you think you need to talk to someone, there are resources we can look into.”
If only it were that simple. If only he could go and talk to someone. But even then, he can’t share the full truth. He can’t share what really haunts him at night. All of it would still be laced with lies. The papers he signed kept the secrets in a closed group. Not allowing anyone to come in. He doesn’t know how he could sit with a therapist and talk about this while trying to make sure he wasn’t saying too much.
“I—” he starts. Not sure how to tell her that it can’t work like that. Not sure how to communicate how much it meant to see him, and extend a helping hand.
“Just think about it,” she cuts him off. “And know I’m here if you ever need to talk.”
He nods. “I will.”
She stands, walking over to him and cupping his face with her palm, before going about her normal morning routine. So innocent to the ways of this town.
But, what she said, he forgot that she was there too. That, when Will’s casket was lowered into the ground, it was her hand on his shoulder, giving support. It was her that was called to the hospital each time he got hurt. It was her he came home to, and faked being ok.
She knew, on some level, that he could never tell her what really happened. Maybe that’s not what matters. The past can’t change, or be shared, but the future can. The promise of brightness is still there, and he wants to bask in it. He wants to move forward, get better, grow.
He wants all of it, but can’t figure out how to untie the binds that wrap his feet.
For one of the last times, he guesses, he bikes his way to Steve’s house. The heat of August slowly rising with the sun. He hears the birds chirping as they fly around, sees the squirrels start to gather their nuts. A deer runs through the woods. The familiarity of early mornings comforting.
This town holds so many memories. Good, bad, downright ugly and frightening. But it was still his home. All of them sewn together to make a feeling that he can’t describe, but everyone has. No matter where he goes, or how much he grows, this town is still the reason he is who he is.
It is terrifying to think that he will always remember, that he will never forget. But maybe forgetting is more terrifying than remembering.
“You’re here early,” Wayne comments as Dustin bikes up the drive.
“I just—” He doesn’t know why he’s here, he realizes. Just got on his bike and went somewhere familiar. Somewhere he didn’t have to hide. “Wanted to come over, I guess.”
Wayne shrugs, unlocking the door. “Rough night?”
“Kinda, it’s hard to talk about.”
“Lot of things are. Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t.”
That was the whole problem. Dustin would talk about it, but there’s only so many people that he can. Those people were his friends, with their own issues. Why would Dustin ask to dump all of his stuff on top of theirs?
“Everyone keeps saying that. You, the guys, my mom.”
Wayne studies him for a moment, before nodding his head and leading him to the living room. “You know, there were a few buddies of mine that fought in ‘Nam. When they came back, something was different about them that no one else could understand. They just came back from a war they were forced to fight, not a lot of people can say that.”
Dustin sits on the couch, listening.
“They all had their own ways of coping. One of them drank, another was in and out of prison. But the one who’s still alive, he found a group of vets and talked about it. Found the people that understood and worked with them to live past what happened to him.”
“My mom thinks I should go to therapy,” Dustin says quietly. “But I can’t.”
Wayne nods. “I know. My buddy didn’t want to go to therapy either. Didn’t have the community that he wanted. That’s why he went to the group.”
An idea starts to form in Dustin’s mind.
“Point is,” Wayne continues, “is that I’ve spent the past few months surrounded by all of you. Seeing the way you act, and react. You’re so young and already seen so much. More than anyone would have ever asked you to see. I don’t want to see it kill you like it did to them.”
A support group. With scheduled meetings. People who understand. Not just bringing it up whenever you were going to break. Stopping it as the bend began.
Dustin would be willing to do it. It was just a matter of convincing everyone else.
“I got to go.” He stands up, abruptly, rushing toward the front door.
“Woah,” Eddie says as Dustin almost runs into him. “Where are you going?”
“Dustin,” Steve asks.
They were coming out of the hall where Eddie’s room was. Eddie was wearing Steve’s old basketball shirt. There wasn’t time for this.
“I’ll explain later,” Dustin rushes as he pushes on his shoes. “But I’m coming back to whatever is happening there,” he circles between Steve and Eddie with his hand. Watching as their faces flush as he runs out the door.
He mounts his bike and feels the familiar push on his pedals. Biking down the streets he knows by memory. Until he gets to Mirkwood and pedals through. Right up that rocky hill in the woods.
He thinks back to one of the first time he biked up this hill. How it forced the breath out of his lungs and cause him to stop. Take a few minutes to catch his breath before he could continue. Now, he can do it no problem. Keep traveling like that hill was the smallest in the world. He was stronger now, older.
He was different. So, so different from that kid he used to be. Different, but still sort of the same. He still loved science, he still loved his friends. Love the same movies. But there was so much that was different. He was taller, needed to get a whole new wardrobe of clothes. Had to get a new bike, outgrew the old one. His hair was longer, and he took better care of it now.
But when he smiled, when he laughed, it was all the same. And the outside, well, everyone changed as they grew up. He wanted so much to go back and do it all over, but can’t help but think that he’d still end up right here.
There were things that he’d never choose. Horrors that would be better off unseen. But Dustin was still Dustin if he let himself be.
He knocks furiously on the Byers’ door, a tired Will opening it.
“What are you doing here this early?” he asks
“I have an idea.”
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ohmy-gojo · 9 days ago
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my fav fics that you all just HAVE to read (jjk, haikyuu, mha, original fics, mostly fem readers sorry!)
note: these are all from quotev.com and long stories! all fluffy and cute with angst sprinkled on top. no smut!!
O1. jujutsu kaisen
a) for tomorrow's sake by @/lavendersky!! literally so fluffy and cute i might die
b) otherworldly attraction by @/lavendersky again. she just writes so good my fav writer :( this one is a little angsty for u angst hunters
O2. my hero academia
a) changing history by @/summerblack!! mc changes history and this story will change your life (SUPER long omg but so worth reading)
b) the futures keeper by @/summerblack, spin off ver of changing history with aizawa/oboro and others as love interests, you adopt the villains before they turn one
c) leave your mark by @/kikyo851. another banger just read all her mha works you wont regret at all! honorable mention to blue embers(touya x reader) by her its so cute
d) made to destroy by @/lavendersky
O3. haikyuu
a) serve by @/mxtcha !! supa cute fic
b) fly high, baby by @/glaive the dialogues are funny and its slow burn ig (read it loooong ago)
O4. original yandere stories
a) crushed velvet by @/kikyo851 (just read all her stories, this ones just my fav)
b) object of desire by @/summerblack. if i could read it for the first time again I would trust me its tew good
c) its a pain to be a prince by @lavenoor!! genderbent disney princesses (she dont support disney btw) another life changing fic
d) blind date by @/microwaveness. such a silly story ughhhhh has my heart
e) re awakening mishaps by @/shookookies.
f) girlfriend for hire by @/lavendersky
i hope these are not too much (i have so much more, just check my quotev library from @/tesoro) trust me and give them a try they all EAT.
read and gimme feedback yall i have no one to talk ab them 😭
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amymbona · 6 months ago
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Pls make a blurb about Reader forcing Patrick to help build a house for calico critters made with real wood and anything and this big man with big hands is just sewing tiny curtains, it sounds tew cute 🥹
It's not you who forces him but your baby girl Eleanor who doesn't like any of the houses displayed on the website. She has this particular idea about a princess looking three storey house with flowers and hearts, having provided Patrick with multiple sketches and thorough instructions on where the furtniture must be located.
"She's gonna be the death of me, I swear. Are you sure we can't find anything like this online?" Patrick mutters in partial annoyance, that is present mainly to find his distress, because - apart from tennis - he's not used to working with his hands at all.
You have a hard time focusing, unable to tear your eyes away from the typical dad stance - feet apart, balled fists resting on his hips - a belt with all the necessary tools ha going loosely around Patrick's hips. Damn, he looks really hot.
You rub his exposed arm, glad for the summer heat that made Patrick wear one of his sleeveless tops, and you thank god that Eleanor has currently gone to the local swimming pool with Lily and the Donaldsons. At least you don't have to control your primal urges.
"Oh, don't be so fussy babe. You're gonna nail it," you coo, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
The sight is a mix of both arousing and comical. Patrick's muscles flex as he cuts the wood planks with a hand saw, the motion reminding you of multiple different things. He's grunting and mumbling under his breath - Why did I agree to this? Goddamn, this is ridiculous. - eyes rolling onto the back of his head when he sees that one piece is smaller than the remaining three.
"Are you having any issues, darling?" you mock with a laugh from where you're sitting in the garden chair, legs crossed comfortably, glancing up from your book. His reaction makes you giggle.
Patrick shoots you a glance, brows furrowed, and a drop of sweat rolls down his cheek. "You wanna try it yourself, sweetheart?"
This is the peak dad performance in your eyes, with you lounging under the sun while your gorgeous husband looks absolutely stunning, sweat covered, with little insults leaving his mouth. He manages to get all the essential pieces before putting them all together, drilling screws into the wood to form the main box shape, and finally putting in the planks make for the storeys.
When the outline is finally done and painted all white, Patrick lets it dry outside and moves into the living now, now fighting with your sewing machine. Unfortunately, the little windows must have curtains.
"This is fucking devil's work. How do you even use that?" he's sitting there like a school boy about to cry over his math homework, completely lost.
You lean over him, your arms on either side of his head as you take one of the pink fabric squares. Patrick's breath hirches completely as you begin explaining the basics. "It's easy, just work slowly. First, you took the thread - yup, here - then just place it there, under the needle."
Your husband has a fucking hard time focusing on the instructions, lips parting hungrily as the soft inside of your arm brushes over his cheek. He really can't resist, pressing a few kisses to your soft skin, for which he earns a gentle slap on the back of his head.
"Focus," you command, earning a sigh in response. He really just wanted to kiss you, to feel you. "Foot on the pedal - good - it begins moving when you step on it. Just let the fabric run through the whole way, and be careful about your fingers. C'mon, try it."
It takes Patrick a few tries - okay, a bit more than just a few - but eventually, he ends up with four squares that resemble curtains at least a bit. That is, unfortunately, all he can deliver. Being a good wife, you do the rest for him, sewing little beddings for the beds, a table cloth and the two remaining curtains.
The rest of the afternoon consists of Patrick painting messy details on the wooden walls and bringing some boxes from your old home down from the attic - thank god you kept all of your Barbie house equipment - and attempting to fit the pieces into the wooden house. He steals a few mint leaves from the garden and makes tiny makeshift house flowers with them, knowing he'd have to swap those every two or three days, but whatever makes his darling daughter happy, right?
And when Eleanor comes back home, her hair damp and a thin layer of sunburn on her freckled cheeks, she can't contain her excitement.
"Daddy!" she squeaks, throwing her short arms around your husband's neck. He picks her up, literally blushing when she peppers his fave with sloppy baby kisses.
"D'you like it, princess?" he asks with excitement shining in his own eyes. He'd be really fucking disappointed if she didn't.
And she nods eagerly, immediately squirming to hop down and examine the small house thoroughly. "It's so cute daddy, they're all gonna fit rhere! The bed's too big but that's okay. They can have a sleepover!"
Later that day, when Eleanor is playing in her room and moving the animal figures into their new accomodation, you take Patrick in your arms. He seems to be exhausted, even though this whole process can't come even close to what he experiences on court, but he's more than happy to snuggle in your arms.
"She really loves it," you whispers, gently threading fingers through his curly hair. Patrick hums in response, digging his face deeper into your chest. "I'm so lucky to have such a handy husband at home. All for me."
At that, Patrick perks up, lifting himself on his elbows to hover over you, mischief glowing in his eyes. "Yeah?
You nod, humming as you begin rubbing his arms, gently squeezing the muscles that flex as Patrick's holds his weight above you. God, you could bite into that flesh. "Yeah. And he's really fucking hot as well."
"Is he?" Patrick echoes, leaning closer to nudge your nose with his own, chuckling at your smugness. You're so pretty.
And you nod again, now wrapping your arms around his shoulders to bring him in for a kiss. His caloused palms move under your shoulders to scoop you into him, fully settling between your legs and pushing you into the mattress. You're so warm and soft for him, a perfect pillow to rest on, cheeky and smug when you compliment him. He supposes that's good enough of a reward for his hard work.
But unfortunately, a high pitched daddy! fills the house before he could move further, and all the appetite is lost when Eleanor asks for yet another home made house.
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scooter-ing · 6 months ago
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uhhh thinking about how diana’s literal eye shape changed whenever she spoke to akko post-cavendish arc… this girl was so taken . their growth is so beautiful tew me like it’s so cute like u can see the stubborn arrogance that diana still has but it changes from animosity to fondness as the story progresses like AKKO SHE WANTS YOU!!!!
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bi-writes · 26 days ago
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HELLO FRIEND!! okay so I've binged most of your works but! I wanted to talk about MOB!wife and Simon! Chewing on the bars of my enclosure thinking about them! Simon being so understanding about the way she is and knowing her actions aren't fueled by fear of him but instead what has become an unfortunate instinct. And then seeing her start to shed that, start to come into herself, flourishing like the little plant of cat grass he has in the window.
Also I think he now associates cherries with her so the amount of cherry flavored/scented/printed/generally themed items he snags because he sees it and goes 'my wife would like that, I should get it for her'
AND ALSO!! Him being the person to finally defend her, finally protect her. Just like she wanted, like she dreamed of before. Simon is a good man to her and she will be sure he knows it.
oh also, the cultural differences would be funny. He would gently correct her if she tried to call it soccer, 'nah, lovie, s'football yea?'
I fear I have rambled tew much, I'll leave now :3
they are way too cute, it's ok, i get it. they live in my head constantly.
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