#their aim made me so mad the first time I watched it 😭

[ghostbusteryaoi]

The concept of the Ghostbusters being kinda like exterminators is so funny to me bc imagine you call some guys to kill a cockroach in your apartment and they burn down half the building in the process

[f1girliefics]

Save the Date

Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: Planning a wedding with a Formula 1 driver isn’t easy, but when Lando can’t pick a date, you surprise him with one he’ll never forget.

You knew what you were signing up for.

You weren’t just engaged to Lando Norris, you were engaged to his life, and that meant travel, training, adrenaline, and a calendar that belonged to a team long before it belonged to you.

But none of that changed the way he looked at you.

“Marry me,” he whispered one night after a long race weekend, eyes tired but glowing. “Even if I have to wear my race suit to the altar.”

You laughed against his chest and said yes.

Planning the wedding was a dream, at first.

White lace swatches, sea-glass centrepieces, that one playlist you’d both added songs to for years.

Every tiny piece fell into place like a dream.

Except for the date.

“Let’s wait until the season ends,” Lando said.

Then, “Let’s aim for the summer break.”

Then, “Let’s talk to the team and find a quiet window.”

You watched him try.

You saw the guilt in his eyes every time a conversation ended with “not yet.”

So one night, as you stared at your almost-finished wedding spreadsheet, you made a bold decision.

You opened your messages and typed:

Hi, I need your help. I want to surprise Lando with a wedding. I know he’ll love it. But I need a day when he’s available, even if he doesn’t realize it.

You sent it to his assistant.

A secret, desperate, hopeful gamble.

A few days later, she replied.

He’s in Japan for Suzuka.

Qualifying is done by Saturday afternoon.

He’s free that evening. Can you come here? I’ll get him in a suit.

Your heart stuttered. Japan. It wasn’t what you’d pictured.

But it was something. A real moment.

And that was all you needed.

You made it happen in less than a month.

A venue tucked in the rolling hills just outside of Suzuka.

Cherry blossoms in bloom. Lanterns strung between trees. White chairs lined up neatly in a garden clearing.

You flew in both families and kept the drivers in the loop, Carlos, Oscar, and even Max promised to keep it a secret.

Charles texted you:

If he doesn’t cry, I will. 😭

The day arrived.

Lando had no idea.

His assistant handed him a crisp black suit and said, “There’s an evening event. Dress nice. You’ll be driven there.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Do I need to speak?”

“Nope. Just show up. You’ll know what to do.”

He arrived just after sunset.

The car pulled up to a quiet, lantern-lit garden. The driver opened his door. Lando stepped out and froze.

Because waiting there, at the top of the path, was you, in a wedding dress.

He blinked once. Twice.

And then whispered, “What the hell…”

The guests turned. Music swelled. His mother was there, dabbing her eyes.

Your father gave him a quiet, knowing nod. The drivers were seated near the front, all of them grinning.

You walked toward him slowly, heart pounding, veil floating behind you in the spring breeze.

Lando stood completely still, jaw slack, eyes wide with awe and disbelief.

You stopped just in front of him. “Surprise.”

“I-what-” he laughed, stunned. “This is-this is our wedding?”

You nodded. “You kept trying to find a day. So I found one for you.”

His eyes shimmered as he looked around, heart clearly racing harder than it did on track. “I can’t believe this.”

“You’re not mad?” you teased softly.

He shook his head, stepping forward and taking your hands in his. “Mad? I’m going to marry you right now.”

And that’s exactly what he did.

Your heels were off. His tie was loose.

The party buzzed behind you, guests dancing, drinks flowing, music blending with laughter under the stars.

Lando pulled you into a quiet spot, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I almost missed this,” he said into your neck. “I almost missed us.”

You cupped his face gently. “But you didn’t. You’re here.”

He smiled, forehead resting against yours. “I’ll never stop thanking you for today.”

You kissed him slowly, sweetly. “Good. Because I’ll never stop loving you for always.”

And with cherry blossoms falling like snow, you danced your first slow dance as husband and wife, just the two of you, wrapped in a moment you made yours.

[wbbfannnnnn13]

A/N: The moment you've all been waiting for lol. (Edit: But.... this chapter is still angst)

you got me in the first half

**** Chapter 8 **** 

She kept things light, laughed when she was supposed to, didn’t say anything when Lexi started showing up uninvited to team hangouts or loitering in Azzi’s apartment — even on nights Azzi wasn’t there.

lexi took make yourself at home way too seriously uhhh showing up uninvited and when azzi isn’t even there🚩🚩🚩

Paige never told Azzi what she heard. Maybe it wasn’t her place. Maybe it was something else entirely.

interesting…….

Aubrey just shrugged, but the kind that spoke volumes. “Let’s just say I trust my gut. And my gut says she’s shady as hell.”

i’m going with aubrey’s gut

Kathryn showed up even when she didn’t have to. Even when she was running on four hours of sleep and post-game soreness and the kind of exhaustion that lived behind your eyes.

kathryn >>>>> lexi

She stayed the night. We’ll just leave it at that.

it was bound to happen at some point

But this morning, while digging through her desk drawer for a hair tie, her fingers brushed something small.

NO WAY NO WAY NO WAY 😳😱😆

She didn’t open the box. Didn’t even register it as something new.

you’re sick in the head…😒🖕got me riled up for what

Azzi

“You’re not slick,” Aubrey said, tilting her head toward Azzi’s phone. “You knew what that selfie was gonna do.”

i just love a good azzi and aubrey duo

“It’s a thirst trap disguised as introspection,” Aubrey deadpanned.

god forbid a girl just wants to post on their instagram story when they feel hot aubrey 🙄

“Double digits?” Caroline guessed. “Or like... international waters?”

i mean let’s be honest it’s azzi fudd

“Mmhmm,” Aubrey said. “Lexi’s just out here investing in your happiness, huh?”

the people’s princess getting princess’ed

She could feel Paige watching. Just a glance, a quick flick of the eyes, but Azzi felt it anyway. Like static in the air.

they have a sixth sense for each other

Paige

They’d somehow landed in this weird fake-real-normalcy. Like two people playing the roles of people who used to know how to talk to each other.

can they push their egos aside please and just talk

It wasn’t much. But it was something — a flicker of ease, a small pocket of time where the air between them didn’t feel like it had to be navigated. Where it felt like they could maybe still make each other laugh.

i’ll take what i can get 😭😭😭😭😭

Just above the collar of Azzi’s hoodie, on the curve of her neck, barely visible in the soft cabin light — a bruise. Small. Faint. Definitely not from practice.

paige you can’t even be mad you just slept with kathryn. you both are trying to move on even when you’re both failing 💀

Tried to tell herself it wasn’t her place — that whatever this thing between them was or used to be, it didn’t give her a right to feel anything now.

it’s tough 💔💔💔

Lexi: still thinking about how good you looked last night 😵‍💫

DAAAAAMMNNNNN 😭😭😭😭😭

“I’m just saying, Lexi’s kind of a player,” she managed, aiming for casual and landing somewhere closer to spiraling. “Everyone knows it.”

i believe this but i’m not ready when azzi gets her heart broken twice and her game gets affected i will break hell loose

“I’m not trying to start shit,” Paige said quickly. “I just… I’ve seen how she’s moving. And I don’t want you to get messed up over someone who’s not serious.”

paige is gonna say i told you so isn’t she 🫡 praying for azzi’s mental health when shit goes down 😔

Azzi

So she tried to shake it off — Paige’s speech on the plane. The judgment in her voice. The way it made Azzi feel like she was doing something wrong just for letting herself feel anything outside of her. Like this tiny flicker of something new was already a mistake.

having good intentions could be misinterpreted so i desperately need them to have a deeper conversation

It was the eyes. It was always the eyes.

they never lie chico

a flashback yay it feels like we haven’t had that in a while

That awful, unnatural pop. And then the pain hit.

where was the trigger warning 😨

But the only person she really saw was Paige.

her comfort person 🥺

It said everything. It said I wish it were me. It said I don’t know how to fix this, but I’d do anything to try.

the empathy reflected in her eyes that’s how you know they genuinely care🥹

Paige

She’d gone off in the championship game against Iowa. Just two points in the first half, then twenty-two in the second like it was nothing. Seven for seven in the third quarter alone. Every shot effortless. Every step like she was floating.

oh what a time that was 😌

The part where your body betrays you in silence. Where you do everything right and it still isn’t enough.

a major comeback is due soon don’t worry

What if this is it? What if I don’t come back? What if I’m already behind? What if I can’t catch up?

azzi go comfort your best friend

She didn’t say that out loud. She couldn’t. So she cleaned her room instead.

OH SHE IS FINDING THAT BOX 😆😝

A box. White. Plain. Wedged in the back beneath some birthday cards and a half-used notebook.

AAAAHHHHH I’M YELLING

A bracelet. Pink and purple beads. White blocks spelling one word: PURPOSE

OH MY GOD I’M CRYING🥺🥹😭😭 because when i said “azzi go comfort your best friend” this is exactly what i meant

Not exactly like the one she had made for Azzi all those years ago — after the ACL tear, when Azzi sat on her floor in tears and told Paige she didn’t know if she could come back from this. Paige had made her a bracelet to remind her that strength wasn’t something you waited for — it was something you decided to keep showing up for.

throat tight, chest hurts, heart swelling i can’t oh my go i can’t ❤️‍🩹🥺🥹🥹🥹

Purpose was the thing she clung to when the pressure got loud and the silence got louder. It was what she whispered in the training room, in late-night prayers, in between ice bags and cortisone shots and days where she didn’t feel like herself.

alexa play purpose by justin bieber

Folded beneath the bracelet, her name written across the top in Azzi’s handwriting — steady, careful, familiar.

oh this is going to break me more isn’t it

my heart just bursted bawling my eyes out after reading the note😭😭😭💗 it didn’t help i was playing purpose while reading it

Purpose - Justin Bieber

I put my heart into your hands

Learn the lessons you teach

No matter when, wherever I am

You're not hard to reach

And you've given me the best gift

That I've ever known

You give me purpose everyday

You give me purpose in every way

It was Azzi — thoughtful and steady, always noticing more than she let on — reaching out in the quietest way possible. No explanations. No expectations. Just… this.

my tears are rampant

Azzi probably thought she didn’t care. That it hadn’t meant anything. That it got lost in the noise.

and when azzi sees paige wearing it to practice then what? i’ll sob even more

And maybe… who she was made to come back to.

NEED IT IMMEDIATELY

i’ll give it to you this chapter because you made me cry…happy tears🥹 so congrats lol. since we’re approaching chapter 9 my happy tears are probably going to turn into sad or angry tears. either way i hope to see an update soon!!!!!

-🦩

you’re sick in the head…😒🖕got me riled up for what

hahahahaha got em'

the people’s princess getting princess’ed

and she deserves nothing less

alexa play purpose by justin bieber

👏👏👏👏👏👏

happy tears might get replaced by another emotion 🫣 trust the process though, we're getting there slowly

[buttonsfleas]

@mostlypencils

So I saw this comment on my post I made earlier about a possessd andy script thing where he attempts to shoot Kyle but unfortunately fails lol so enjoy it now!

I'm not myself.

Andy being posessed by chucky lil scene script where he attempts to kill kyle

BTW this is reeeaallly short since this is the first script of a scene I've ever made of anything and it's really short but pls don't get mad at me bc it's probably a lil bad too 😭

• btw, when he sees blood like Nica, he instantly change

• and I wrote this how I thought a script looks like but tbh idk what one looks like and this is shorter then a piece of glitter so sorry 😂😭

Kyle was in her ranch-style house and had just answered her door to surprisingly, Andy. But, Andy didn't seem like himself. He was dressed up in a black tux with a white shirt and red tie and black loafers. The time was 9pm and everyone on her block were asleep.

Kyle:

Hey, Andy. What are you doing here?

Andy:

Oh you know, just came for a quick hi.

Kyle:

Well, come in, it's cold.

Kyle welcomes Andy in and the screen skips time to them both in Kyle's modern kitchen.

Kyle and Andy were in the middle of a conversation whilst Kyle had a coffee and Andy had a beer.

Kyle:

So, still no nightmares?

Andy:

No. Have you?...

Andy asks with one eyebrow raised with a slight frown.

Kyle:

Andy, he died a while ago and won't come back. You know I don't.

Andy:

Well, I'm sorry to break the news to you Kyle, but what can I say? He has risen.

Andy smirks and takes a gun out of one of his back pockets and aims the gun at Kyle's heart. Kyle gets startled and puts her hands up with a slight shake of fear.

Kyle:

A-andy...what's going on?

Andy:

You just got too comfortable without worrying about me coming back, didn't ya?

Andy's Hazel eyes transition into a glow of blue and transition back into Hazel.

Kyle:

Andy...don't do this...

Andy:

You thought I'd leave you and Andy to rot in piece, huh!?

Andy shakes violently whilst holding the gun at Kyle's heart. He steps forward whilst she steps back at little.

Kyle:

N-no...

Kyle is visibly uncomfortable and anxious whilst Andy has a smile or mischief and revenge.

Andy:

Fucking hell, I never you you'd be able to not pull a gun out on me.

Kyle:

W-well...I just never expected this...

Whilst Andy is rambling om about Chucky's revenge, Kyle slides her hand into one of the kitchen drawers and pulls a gun out and then aims the gun in the middle of Andy's eyes.

Kyle:

Fuck off, Chucky...I don't want Andy to be in this state anymore...

Andy:

Well, here's our game. You can kill me, you kill Andy, or, you can drop the fucking gun and own up for how many times you've slipped away from me.

Kyle puts the gun down on the counter but accidentally slips her hand on a knife that was on the chopping board when she was making herself a salad. Her palm bleeds and Andy looks at it before falling down and becoming unconscious.

Later that evening, Andy's Hazel eyes flutter back open and he sees himself laying on Kyle's couch. Kyle was standing up and watching over Andy whilst walking back and fourth in a line across the room.

Andy:

W-what...happened?...

Kyle:

Suprise, dick. You're now chucky.

Andy:

Yeah, I know that but why am I here? Are you okay?

Kyle:

I'm as fine as I was were before you showed up. You?

Andy:

I'm alright.

Kyle:

Well, you owe me one after nearly murdering me!

Andy:

Yeah, right, see what Chucky says.

Andy sits up and looks around at his surroundings before focusing on Kyle again as she gives him his beer from before.

Andy:

How will we get rid of him?

Kyle:

Well, we either Damballa or exorcism you, but exorcism isn't a choice we've got this year so Damballa it is.

Andy:

Why can't we do an exorcism?

Kyle:

Well can we just find a priest and tell them before they think we're insane!?

Andy:

...no...in some cases...

Kyle:

Look, all we have to do is find that little doll and get him into that body before you go out to get milk without paying.

Andy:

How will we though?

Kyle:

We'll figure it out soon.

[nejackdaw]

Since I haven't seen you post about Mags yet i'd looove to know more: 2, 3, 5, & 8 <3

-syd

Hi!!!! Sorry this took me so long to answer but also omg Mags 🎉 she's only partially made but I love she. Ty for the ask!

2. How long was the process before the character reached its final version? (or a version that would be clearly recognizable as the character?

She actually isn't done! I needed members for Samuel's ex military splinter group (turned against the government,) and she came to a decently formed state pretty quickly. Spent a couple of days thinking about her at random times/when trying to go to sleep and got a solid starting point. She's officially the second created member of the team!

3 + 5 secret combo: (3) What was the first thing you decided on, the character's name, appearance, personality or their role in the story? (And) (5) How did you choose their name and why? Was it simply based on vibes or is there any specific meaning behind the name? Are the reasons behind their name different in- and out of universe?

When I was trying to come up with teammates for Samuel, I sort of initially tried to fish around for potential team roles/specializations to see if anything immediately stuck out. Since they go by handles instead of names, her name (Mags) was the first thing I knew about her--she's called Mags because she's the gun specialist (like a gun magazine.) Initially it was a tossup between Mags/Maggie but in my own head I only ever called her Mags, so that's what I settled on. I can't decide on an actual name for her, but if it's never used, does it matter? (/hj)

8. What is the origin of their personality? And let's be honest - how much of it is projecting? [Long rambling answer alert]

TLDR: woman who enjoys having unrestrained killing fun but wants to be a better person: aim me at the bad guys (and ignore that I am one)

Uh, well, it's the personality and backstory bit that isn't done! But initially I was like, "hm, do I know any military gun ladies" and off the top of my head, TECHNICALLY yes, but it's been so long since I watched/read FMA that I don't really remember much/anything specific about Hawkeye 😭 sorry girl.

She's got the whole, like, no nonsense thing going on, yeah, BUT she is DEFINITELY not out here making sacrifices for anyone and she doesn't particularly care much about whether or not the group's vision is actually carried out (dismantling the government by destroying its means of enforcement.) She doesn't really believe it CAN be done, or that it necessarily SHOULD be done. She doesn't have faith that a new start will change anything, because bad people exist. She's literally right there. Bad people exist. BUT she more than anything else needs (1) a sense of purpose and (2) someone giving orders for her to follow. Being part of the group provides her that, but also: above anything else, she is preoccupied with power.

Killing feels powerful. Destruction feels powerful. And she has no issues with doing these things, no sense of "this is wrong," and will do these things for no reason when bored or otherwise tempted. But simultaneously she recognizes these things are "bad," or harmful to the general public, and having someone holding her leash keeps her in check (lowers the amount of Bad in the world.) She could have stayed in the military (because a currently ranking officer has more power than a defector,) but who better to hold the other end of that leash than a guy who doesn't blindly follow SOMEONE ELSE'S orders? A guy who gave up his own official power to be "good?" She's second to the top, but not AT the top, which is where she likes it, and generally she's directed somewhere that's preferable to where she'd direct herself.

She's actually MAD at Samuel when he eventually meets back up with the group (they were all presumed dead to each other, because they are all "officially" dead, as per the government) for taking so long to (1) bust out of human experiment prison (weak) (2) recover (are you slipping, your job is being beat up) and (3) get back to them (even if it is entirely by accident,) because as second in command SHE was in charge and everything kinda was fine but also a lot of the time just went to hell. Everything sucked, the team sucked, the team was unhappy, she was unhappy. Leading is HIS JOB and unless he's defecting AGAIN he'd better start DOING IT. (She was enraged when he suggested she carry on leading, even if he only did it because he was battered and exhausted and Samuel is a man that wants to lay down and die somewhere but who the hell else is gonna do the work? Also Mags would bring him back to kill him again.)

She's very strict with hierarchy and roles because it makes her feel better for everything to be cut and clear. Self aware and mad about it. Absolute hardass. DOES shoot first ask questions later anyway (it's not as huge a problem as it used to be.) Doesn't believe in the Vision, but does believe in the group feeling Fine and Okay because that's HER group and how dare you make them be anything else (<- source of her anger at Samuel being gone, because her being in charge made them all miserable.) Perceptive of other people's emotional state but not an emotional person. Her hobbies include following orders and insulting people. She's convinced she's doomed to die horribly when her actions all catch up with her in some Karmic explosion but keeps doing bad shit anyway because who's gonna stop her? Woman who doesn't much care what's going on in the world or her own life as long as she gets to shoot people about it. Absolutely incoherent answer but I'm blaming the fact that she's not done baking yet

[shogvnate]

Wicked and white, love me in spite. bela dimitrescu x f! reader

bela dimitrescu oneshot

slightly angsty, wholesome, yearning.

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hi it's my first writing post pls treat me nicely :D, also feel free to send your requests! i write for the women (bc i'm sapphic) but if u wanna request the dudes it's alright too, just don't put too much hope on it being posted 😭

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Bela Dimitrescu never felt this way towards anyone.

As the oldest out of her sisters and the heiress to her family's winery business, she would take over a lot more of the dirty work than them, leaving barely any time behind to focus on herself.

She was always overworked, always pressured to be the best.

Her mother always tells her,

"Bela, you are your sisters' role model," Alcina blew smoke from her lips, unamused at the way she lost her composure over a little squabble with her younger sister, Cassandra.

"Yes, mother." Bela kept her head low, rubbing her upper arm slightly.

"Don't disappoint me."

Bela aimed to be the perfect daughter, the perfect heiress but still, she was never enough. She knew she wasn't. But when she saw you and how accepting you were, her walls melted like an ice sculpture by the dawn of spring.

She'd like to believe you were foolish for saving her, but deep down she knew it wasn't true. She was thankful. Thankful that despite the villagers' harsh words for saving a potential murderer of their wives and daughters, you stayed and nursed her back to health.

You were like an angel, much more than Mother Miranda would ever be, that's for sure.

As you watered your garden, she wondered to herself, could you look at her with that expression? A soft smile gracing your angelic features and eyes gleaming with nothing but love. No wonder your garden was filled to the brim with colorful flowers, even Bela can tell they were happy with you.

Could she also feel that?

Dubbed as a monster, mad, and even heartless; could someone like that feel love?

Or was it just wistful thinking?

A vampire and a human never end well anyway.

It's depressing, it's... mortifying how none of them got their happy ending; or at least as far as she's aware of.

She sighed, and when she did, you finally noticed her watching you by the wooden fences.

Molten honeyed eyes burned the sight of the way your face lit up into the depth of her mind. If you could look at her like that everyday, she's sure to become the happiest woman alive.

You approached her, still holding your watering can. She could feel her dead heart hammering against her chest for a few seconds before returning to its silence as she smirked at you. Her heart ached for you, a pain that she was so used to that she grew numb to it.

"How have you been, Bela?"

Your voice, god, your voice.

Bela can just melt into your arms right then and there, but she must stop herself. She wasn't like Cassandra who will keep anyone she's interested in near. She was the opposite, she didn't want you near, she didn't like how you made her feel this way, and yet she always found herself watching you.

Hopeless that she can never tell you how she felt without making herself feel vulnerable.

"I've been faring well." She replied, "How… How have you been?"

"I'm doing good now that you're here." You smiled.

The two of you soon fell into silence as you started to water your plants, now with her company.

It was agonizing, being by your side. Knowing full well that there are countless men and women in the village that can easily snatch you away from her. You were kind and gentle, anyone can find that charming. Heck, her sisters could even steal you away from her easily.

Cassandra was silver-tongued and shameless, she can lure anyone into her grasp as easily as she can murder them.

Daniela was unpredictable and wild, but she was loving, and she was everything Bela was not.

You noticed how she spaced out, reaching a hand out to wipe the dried blood from her lips. Your touch was gentle and it dragged her down to reality.

The reality where you told her that you'll wait for her to be sure of her feelings. You'll wait for however long it takes for her to say those three words. The reality where you belonged to her and she belonged to you despite no other promises being spoken.

She leaned into your touch, her yellow eyes refusing to look at you directly.

But she knew you understood. You understood her better than anyone, better than herself.

You guided her back to your porch where she laid her head on your lap as you sat down, her hood coming off to reveal her long, albeit a little tangled blonde locks.

You thread your fingers through it, detangling it and removing the dried blood clinging to the beautiful strands.

"Bad day?" You asked, closing your eyes.

"..." She shifted on your lap, confirming that she indeed had a bad day. You didn't ask anymore, you knew she didn't like sharing about things that bothered her and that was okay. She needed time and time you will give.

One of her flies landed on your hand, and you noticed it. You chuckled lightly as another desperately pulled your free hand towards Bela, likely her consciousness acting without her control.

You stopped threading your fingers through her locks and she had to stop herself physically from letting out a disappointed whine, you placed your hand on her waist instead and she froze.

"You can stay for however long you'd like, Bela."

You watched as she closed her eyes, another tender smile blooming across your lips, one with more affection than before. Her cold hand grabbed a hold of your warm one, squeezing it before her breathing slowed. Your fingers rubbed her knuckles silently, the contrast between your temperatures was like day and night, dead and alive; and yet you loved it.

You drifted into sleep along with her, perfectly comfortable and content now that she at least stayed and not ran off the second she showed you anything remotely close to physical touch.

Hours later you finally woke up, slowly opening your eyes and stretching your numb arms.

Your lap was absent from her cold body, but what you instead found was a stunning inflorescence of forget-me-not. Did she steal it from your garden? You chuckled.

The blues were easy on your eyes, and the meaning behind it in the flower language made you smile fondly.

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"Oh, Bela."

[starlostseungmin]

seungmin is the type to have a roast battle with his s/o pls 😭 i feel like being his partner would be so so fun bcs u never know what this man wants to do?? he'd be like hey baby date in 10 mins and by date he means walking around the neighborhood to feed puppies or some shit like that

— claw machine, ksm.

i have merged your two soft thoughts so i hope this is just the way you were thinking about !!

side note: please do not send in requests, this is only for my soft hours writings thanks! ✨🤍

there’s never a dull moment when you two are together, with all the endless bickering and debates, the sarcasm and jokes that are half meant, seungmin would always get away with it. by what it means, he always wins. he loves to see that fuming face of yours whenever he annoys you, he would laugh at your clumsiness, especially when you fall on your face. there are times when he tries to bite your hand when you feed him food or pull away your headphones when you’re spacing out with the song you were listening to. the way he would be sweet-talking you but with a mixture of playful manner and annoying nicknames such as pipsqueak and nincompoop. 

“there’s a mini-arcade at the park in the neighborhood tonight, you want to go?” he asked a while ago when you and now both of you are outside. strolling around the park where a few game booths were being installed. 

“there’s a claw machine! you know i love those,” you said when he scoffed in response. 

“you suck at playing that,” he said. 

“ya, kim seungmin!” he loves it when you call out his name like that. a sign of triumph that he is proud of. but it is not every time he’d claim victory when he knew he has a soft spot for you. he would come back apologizing when he feels you’re upset and shower you with hugs and kisses. yet, you can’t stay mad at him, and you never felt upset, you just love acting like you were for cuddles. and because they were all jokes, seungmin would never hurt your feelings recklessly. 

“what? have you ever gotten a plushie? you wasted money the last time we played together,” he retorted. 

“and what? can you do any better?” you said rolling your eyes. 

“stand back and watch,” he said and bought tokens from the booth. you stood beside him as he inserted two coins into the machine, he was aiming for a pochacco plush for the sake of his leisure but ended up failing on the first try. 

“damn, the claws are slippery,” he sighed in disbelief and inserted coins again, still failing on the second try.

“you just suck,” you said, laughing at his grimace. 

“shut up,” he said, not taking his eyes from the game and still letting the plushie slip from the claws. 

“way to go, sucker,” you said rolling your eyes. 

“i’m trying my best to win a plushie for you,” he said, shaking his head while you pout your lips. “don’t pout, or i’ll kiss you right here,” he smirked as you smacked his arm lightly making him laugh. “oww!” 

“i hate you,” you said. 

“i love you more,” and by miracle, seungmin managed to get two. one was pochacco and the other one was a pompompurin one. two of his favorite sanrio characters but of course, you share the same love as him. you didn’t know how he did that but it was awesome. “say your apologies, baby cakes, i won, not just one but two! ha!” 

“eww seungmin! what the fuck did you just call me?” you said with your face painted with disgust.

“baby cakes? pfft,” he snorts.

“peasant! you maniac, i’m choosing minho’s cats over you!” seungmin made a loud gasp, dramatically.

“fine! i’m not giving you one of these and i won’t tag you along when i feed the puppies!” he said as he started to walk away, then regret started to follow.

“no, no, come back!” you cried, chasing after him but he just walked at a faster pace until he ended up running away with the two plushies while you go after him. “kim seungmin! come back here, you dimwit!” you said in between your excited laughs.

“catch me if you can! slowpoke!” he laughed and when you managed to catch him, he’d tackle you for a hug and kiss your face. “sooo, wanna go feed the puppies?” he asked, as if a tail was wagging behind him and ears being folded down. a puppy himself being excited.

“yup!”

and by that, the puppies wagged their tails while enjoying the food you brought with seungmin as you both sit on the sidewalk.

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