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the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf · 10 months

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Paper Rings

James Wilson x peds!reader

description - there's never a break when you're a doctor, someone is always in need. No matter what you have planned for the evening.

Wilson has a ring but y/n has a patient.

requested - yes

word count - 1.5k

authors note - obviously inspired by 'Paper Rings' by Taylor Swift. I am just falling in love with this story of this pair and I am looking forward to writing even more. But I would love to know how much viewership my fics are getting so please if you read it and like it - interact!

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*wilsons pov*

My hands just couldn’t stay still and felt the need to flick each finger constantly. Maybe they were nervous for what they knew they would be holding in a few minutes. I brought my hand down to my pocket, confirming the square shape that could be felt from outside the fabric.

I’d planned it all perfectly. Her favourite restaurant, the flowers. Even the new dress and shoes she currently adorned. She sat across from me looking as beautiful as ever. Her lips moved as she passionately discussed the recent case she’d been consulting on, but I couldn’t register any sound that escaped as I got lost in her eyes. I was mesmerised by her lips and the way they seemed to kiss each word that escaped them. Her hair looked unbelievably soft and I knew the subtle coconut smell that seeped through each lock. She was perfect. And she was mine.

“I’m so glad were doing this. As much as I love takeout and cuddling on the couch in sweats, it’s nice to dress up once in a while. Well, anything is better than scrubs.” She laugh melodiously.

“Well, you look very beautiful.”

“You think I look beautiful in scrubs.” She laughed incredulously.

“Well, you do, and super sexy.” I bit my lip thinking about my girl in those scrubs that fit her body like a glove. Hair scraped back, too focused on saving lives to worry about how it looks. It’s like knowing my girl is a superhero and seeing her in her costume; just so powerful and unbelievably sexy.

I’m knocked out of my thoughts when she leans over to caress my hand. “You need to stop that or we won’t make it to dessert.”

“I’m actually in the mood for something hot and sweet tonight.” She winked like the minx she is.

“I do have an ulterior motive for tonight.”

“If House walks in, I’m leaving right now-“

“No, he’s at a monster truck rally. I bought the tickets especially.”

“Good, we don’t need a repeat of last time. It’s like having a toddler with the humour of a 12-year-old boy.”

“Anyways as I was saying—”

A crashing sound reverberates around the whole restaurant and both our heads snap towards a table where a young boy had collapsed, pulling the table cloth with him. His mother jumps up to catch her son as he falls. She shrieks at the events that just transpired in front of her eyes. The mum yells and the dad announces to the restaurant…

“IS ANYONE HERE A DOCTOR?”

In perfect synchronisation, y/n and I rise to attention and both announce.

“We’re doctors.”

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Y/n has just finished talking to the boy as the morphine takes him to sleep. She is still wearing her sleek black dress and red pumps, only now they’re covered by her lab coat. Is she trying to kill me. I join her, having also given up my dress coat for a lab coat. I couldn’t deny, we looked powerful together. Dressed to the nines, whilst saving a boy’s life.

“Simple allergic reaction.”

“Peanuts?”

“No, egg. I’ve never seen it develop this late.”

“Well, the parents are vegetarians so there’s a chance he’d never been exposed to it until now.”

“Thank god we were there.”

“No. Thank god you were there.” I lean down to kiss her nose as she scrunches it up. I love when she does that, she’s like a little bunny.

We walk towards the parents who have not stopped pacing since they entered the hospital. The mother hurriedly approaches us to meet us in the middle, whilst the father’s head remains hanging low.

“Mr and Mrs Carmichael, there is nothing to worry about, your son is fine now. He had an allergic reaction to egg. I’m going to write you a prescription for an epi pen but I recommend staying away from eggs altogether. Ooh I actually have an amazing birthday cake recipe that doesn’t use eggs in my office, I’ll go get it now.” I look on lovingly as she teeters down the corridor as fast as her heels could take her.

Mrs Carmichael laughs whilst wiping away the tears that fell in relief. Mr Carmichael shakes my hand whilst his wife composes herself once again.

“Thank you so much. Seriously, I mean I dread to think what would have happened if you and your wife hadn’t been there.”

“Oh she’s not my wife, but I’d really like her to be.”

“Well, we may have only known you guys for a few hours but I highly doubt she’d say no.” He patted me on the back and went to follow his wife who was slowly gravitating towards her sons room. I suddenly remembered that I was a doctor and had a patient.

“Oh yes, we want to keep your son in overnight for observation but you can take him home tomorrow.”

“Can I stay with him? I don’t want him to be alone when he wakes up.” his mother asked, her eyes never leaving her boy.

I soften my voice to reply. “Of course. I’ll set you up a makeshift bed.”

Mr Carmichael rubs his wifes back soothingly and guides her into the room.

“I’ll go home and make up a bag for you and him. I’ll be an hour tops.” He kisses her head and leaves her to sit down next to her son.

In that moment, I had never been more sure of what I was about to do.

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I stand in the door of her office and I just watch on as she is standing on her desk trying to look amongst the multitude of toys and pictures on her shelves.

“I swear I saw the recipe just last week!”

“Honey, as much as I love this sight you’re gonna hurt yourself.” I make my way over and grip her waist to lift her down from the dangerous position. She grumbled but let me lift her anyway. I think she just likes it when I hold her, especially around her waist. She turns around in my arms.

“How are they?”

“The mum is gonna stay overnight and the dad went home to pack a bag for her.”

“We should get some sheets and pillows for her, she’s gonna be so uncomfortable.”

“Already done. She said it was comfy but I think she was just being nice.”

“Or 3 hours of pure stress worrying about her child meant hospital chairs and a few pillows did sound inviting.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I scanned every inch of her face to commit it to memory, as if it was the last time I’d ever see her face. She giggled, feeling bashful under my gaze.

“What did you want to say? At the restaurant, you were about to say something.”

“Oh yeah,” I was jerked back into reality. “I wanted to say that I never in my life thought I would meet anyone like you. As sweet as you, as kind as you, as smart as you. And, even when I met you, I never in a million years thought I deserved you. I know my history doesn’t exactly give me a stellar record, but I think on some level I’ve been waiting my whole life for this. For you. So—” As I finished, I began to feel around my pockets. The less I found, the quicker I checked. Damn it! My jacket was still at the restaurant.

A lightbulb went off and I sprinted away to look in her craft boxes. After a few minutes I turned back towards her. I got down on one knee.

“Dr y/n y/l/n, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?” I presented to her a ring made out of two pink and red pipe cleaners twisted together.

Tears fell down her face and mixed in with her soft giggles.

“Yes! Yes! A thousand times, yes!” She threw herself down onto me so we both tumbled to the floor. She was on top of me, and we both scrambled to fit the pipe cleaner ring on her finger.

“I’m sorry it’s not a proper ring. It was in my jacket that I left at the restaurant, but I couldn’t wait a second longer without asking you-“ She met my lips in a deep kiss.

She pulled away ever so softly and whispered.

“You could have asked me with paper rings, and I would still marry you Dr James Wilson.”

“So, about dessert?” I raised my eyebrows suggestively.

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We were cuddled up on her office couch, our bodies covered up with a single sheet. She admired the ring that still sat on her finger despite our activities.

“Just think soon we’ll no longer be Dr y/n y/l/n and Dr James Wilson and we will become Dr y/n y/l/n and Dr James Wilson.”

“No Wilson?” I laughed whilst stroking the smooth skin of her arm.

“That MD and PHD is mine, you’ve got your own.”

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collecting-stories · 8 months

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Hey, idk if you're still writing for JJ, but I thought maybe seeing The Joker and The Queen by Ed Sheeran and Taylor Swift would be really cool for him!! ❤️

The Joker and the Queen - JJ Maybank

Summary: Reader and JJ spend the afternoon together.

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out...also this is pretty short, I kind of just wanted to capture like, the chill acoustic vibe of the song with JJ and the reader just like spending time together.

TS Anthology Series

✰ you see the best in me, the joker and the queen ✰

The sun coming in through the open window felt warm against JJ's face and sunburned shoulders. He'd been out longer than he planned to be the day before, surfing with Kie and Pope and not bothering with sunscreen despite the many reminders Kie provided. In a couple more days, when the coconut oil and apple cider vinegar had healed the angry red skin on his shoulders and back he'd have a few more freckles to mark his body. There was a spattering on them on the left shoulder, peeking over his collar, somewhat obscured by the sunburn but you were meticulous in your detailing.

When you looked up from the canvas you were working on you realized JJ had closed his eyes, chin resting against his hand and his face turned just enough that the sun was shining on it. His hair looked blonder than it had been two months ago but then you'd been FaceTiming him and looking through a phone screen would never do JJ the same justice as sitting across from him.

"JJ," you called his name gently, watching him nod in confused half-wakefulness before sitting up a little more and opening his eyes, "we can stop." You offered.

The request to paint him for a synchronous art class that you were taking over the summer wasn't all that unusual. Half your portfolio was portraits of your boyfriend. Sleeping, surfing, partying, you'd even drawn him eating cereal once when you were trying to practice sketching in motion. You had already sketched out the painting on your canvas, posing wasn't necessary (or possible because you knew JJ to have little patience for sitting still) but you'd asked him to sit just long enough that you could work on coloring. You wanted to get everything just right. You had hundreds of sketches of JJ (or at least that's what it felt like) but you couldn't seem to get any of them perfect. There was always something missing.

"I'm good," he promised, tired eyes blinking slowly as he spoke. The sun felt so warm, he knew he was dozing off but he was trying desperately not to. He wanted to sit still and do this for you. Every time you asked to sketch him, he barely lasted ten minutes before he was fidgeting. And he knew it was irritating because everyone always said so (not you, but Kie and Pope and Sarah and John B and Cleo...everyone). You were so talented and sometimes when he saw your art he couldn't believe that you were wasting your time on someone like him. It was a self-deprecating thought but he had plenty of them all the time.

"We can take a break?" You offered, dipping your brush into the pinkish beige that you'd mixed for his sunburn shoulders.

"No it's okay," he yawned around the word okay, meeting your eyes when he heard you laugh in response, "I'm just kinda tired."

"We can do something else?"

He shook his head and then brushed his hair out of his face, "isn't this due thursday night?" He knew it was, or at least part of it. He'd been in the room on Monday night during your last zoom class and had listened to the professor give out the homework for Tuesday through Thursday. You'd been laying on the couch with him, camera off and mic muted, and he'd been tired and close to sleep then but he was sure he'd heard your professor say that part of this was due Thursday.

"I've got another day," you promised, leaving your painting to come over to JJ. The sun felt warm on your back and shoulders as you stood in front of JJ's chair, leaning down and taking his face in your hands, "we can just chill, if you want?"

He looked ready to protest but thought better of it, "can we go to the beach?" He asked, tilting his head up to look at you, eyes half-closed.

"You think you can stay awake that long?" You laughed, kissing him before pulling away.

"Totally," he promised, though you knew it was doubtful that he would even last through you insisting on putting sunscreen on him.

#outer banks fanfic #obx imagine #outer banks imagine #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank fanfic #outer banks fic #outer banks fanfiction #obx fanfiction #collecting stories imagine #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank blurb #jj maybank drabble #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you #jj maybank x pogue!reader

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harlowhockeystick · 2 years

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wait blurb weekend can we get a first time that singer!reader & willy meet with “i just wanted to say you’re really pretty” from the prompt list?? very soft and shy vibes. like i feel like he'd be a little starstruck the first time idekkkkk

blurb weekend, every weekend

contians: willy being starstruck, shy willy

bye this gif gives me butterflies

"dude, just go up to her." morgan pushed his friend in the direction of the world famous superstar, giggling at his hesitation. "i don't see any bodyguards around her, i think you'll be okay."

"yeah just at least go say hi, it'll be much better than staring hole in her back." mitch added before finishing off his drink and setting it down on the table.

william pursed his lips together, twisting his fingers around each other as his mind, along with his heart, was racing a mile a minute. he had his eyes on her the minute he noticed she was there. he was studying her, watching every move she made. he paid close attention as she cocked her head to the side when she laughed, how she drummed her fingers on the table when listening to what her friends had to say.

"come on man, it's not like she's the taylor swift of toronto, like she doesn't have a song coming out with justin in a couple weeks." mitch's comments wasn't helping william, "if you don't talk to her i will."

"okay okay, i'll go, geez." william, in all honesty, didn't care how obvious his crush for y/n was. he had at least three of her songs on every playlist he had, he had one of her vinyl's purchased and set along with the other records. sure, yeah, whatever, he was in love with y/n and he didn't care who knew.

he took a deep sigh to help with confidence, also a shot of tequila, then walked through the crowd of people in the popular bar of toronto towards y/n. he looked around her for any guy that looked like a bodyguard (so that meant anyone bigger than him within ten feet of her) and once again he didn't spot one.

when he was just a few steps from her, she turned around and made eye contact with him. she immediately recognized him and gasped, "william nylander! oh, what's up?" she gave him a smile- the most gorgeous one he's ever seen, and engulfed him in a hug.

she smells great, like coconut and some sort of citrus. the skin on her exposed back was soft too, oh and her hair was softer than the silk sheets he sleeps on. "i was at the game last night, that was a great goal you had."

he nodded his head, his mouth open just a little bit as he tried to gather himself to talk. to even mumble a word, but he was just so dumbfounded. he felt like the little freshman in high school when the senior captain of the cheer squad turns around to talk to him. shy. small. starstruck.

"i just...wanted to say you're really pretty." he is sure that his cheeks are ten shades deeper than before. his hands are extremely clammy, his tongue began to feel dry. why in the world was that the first thing he ever said to her? he's sure that he's embarrassed himself. he knows he embarrassed himself. might as well trip on his way back to the guys he's such a fool.

"oh, thank you! you're too kind," she laid a hand on his shoulder and he felt like he was going to explode. explode into a thousand pieces, die a happy man, melt into the floor, or all three at once. the feeling of being a shy little freshman began to grow now more than ever. "hey can i get a pic with you? not every day i meet one of the hottest stars in town."

"i should be saying the same about you, considering you're the grammy winner." she giggled and grabbed her phone, flattered by william's sweet commentary. she snaps a picture and she stares at it for a few seconds, admiring his features before turning her phone off. "can you send that to me?"

they exchanged numbers and she sent the photo his way. small talk began, once william found the courage and confidence to speak more than ten words to her at once. he found out, that even though she is quite the star, she's easy to talk to. and he fell even more in love.

from that point on the obsession grew. when they said their goodbyes and he went back to his friends, she stayed with hers, he still kept an eye on her from across the bar. he paid little to no attention to what the guys had to say because he was too focused on y/n chatting with the people around her.

y/n: hey! i enjoyed getting to meet you tonight, you seem like a sweet guy

the text lit up his phone once he had the covers pulled around his shoulders and had his lights dimmed. he read it over and over, a smile forming on his lips as he felt like that same giddy little freshman again.

me too, i hope i didn't bore you out too much lol

y/n: oh not at all. i'd like to meet up with you again if you're up for it

i can get you tickets to our next home game, however many you want. we can go out to dinner after

i'd love that :)

alright, i'll send you the tickets in the morning

william laid his phone back on his nightstand. he rolled on his back, staring up at the ceiling as that same boyish smile crawled on his lips. damn, he thought, i'm gonna go out with a grammy winner.

#my asks #j's writing #singer!reader #william nylander #william nylander imagine #william nylander x reader #william nylander blurb #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #hockey imagine #scheduled

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goongiveusnothing · 1 year

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I don’t think he knows how to not act like a child or a like a sleazy children’s show host. He still walks around like he’s the youngest person in the room. It was charming and worked for him when he was 16, but dudes 30 now. That’s 30 years done and like pretty soon he’s going to start his fourth decade of life.

It’s bizarre that him and his fans have this pathological need to baby him, like literally treat him like he’s younger than they are. This baby harry act is super effin weird and creepy, especially when he’s old enough to be the dad to some of his tween and younger fans. I don’t think he’s going to stop. He’ll probably act like he’s still 16 when he’s 65, but looks 80, and is wearing his wig from 2019.

He still walks around like he’s the youngest person in the room.

he really does. he really is still that child with his family on holiday running around trying to impress the other adult guests. he's perpetually inside his own head a cute lil adorable baby.

like how are y'all babying this grown ass 45 year old looking man?

and it works in his concerts, because all his fans see him as one. but when he's outside of that like with his movies or at award shows, it becomes deeply uncomfortable. i cannot express how fucking bizarre it was to sit through harry's venice PR tour and then his cringey little embarrassing holding up of emma corrin's train at the MP premiere. remember him fucking up the entire promo and poor olivia is trying to wield off all the really intense awkward questions, then he starts giggling like a toddler at olivia's PR person? an absolute man child. someone with the emotional maturity of a toddler being let loose for the first time. shit that would've worked with a 1D PR conference, not with grown adults over something serious.

i also agree. i think he's trapped with it. i don't think he knows how not to be like this. the children's show host asking the people of thailand if they like mangos or coconuts better after they've spent $$$$ on tickets because that's all he knows of their culture. imagine taylor swift on tour in rome asking the italians to show hands who likes pizza or pasta best. and that's the extent of her banter or interaction. you'd feel like you were at a show for toddlers. he's 30 and he thinks it's acceptable and cute. i feel like he's almost fundamentally flawed at this point. there's no point of return for him. maybe when he's actually 45 he'll be able to act like an adult, but i feel he really is just stuck like this.

#i saw him following the chicken shop girl #but i think that was just because of the shania twain thing #as i cannot imagine him giving her an interview #he'd have to reveal some personal stuff about his romantic #or dating life #and have to be witty and charming #we'd get the little boy routine #and him laughing at his dumb jokes #and trying to laugh and be over the top cringey #to flirt or seem cutesy #and it would just looking awkward #so i cannot imagine his PR team letting him do that #princess cupcake baby child harry styles

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engagemachine · 2 years

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hello sweet girl! is it too soon to ask for a sneak peek? apologies, i’m always greedy when it comes to your writing!

never too soon to ask for a sneak peak! Here's a lil rough draft of a scene from the upcoming chapter!

In the morning, Taylor is bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, scrambling out of bed, seemingly with no remembrance or trace of her night terrors. He blinks in drowsy contentment, watches her from the bed as she scurries around the room, tearing open bags, looking for her new swimsuit and sandals, a dress to wear. She disappears into the bathroom for a while, then emerges looking fresh as a daisy. She keeps telling him to get up and get ready, but he doesn’t, too content to sit and watch, amused by her energy and the way she flutters around the room. She puts together a beach bag full of towels and sunblock and snacks, and then finally climbs up onto the bed and pushes on his side, trying to roll him off.

“Come on, Mr. J! You have to get up!”

“Nope,” he says. He’s propped up with his back against the headboard, slouched over, and he looks at her, kneeling next to him on the bed in a bright yellow dress, smelling like coconut sunscreen and that new bathing suit smell, nylon and Spandex and chemical. Hair already done up, in the complicated-looking braid she likes so much, the one that trails down her back between her shoulder blades and reminds him of a leash, makes him want to reach out and curl her hair around his fist and yank. “Can’t move,” he says. “You’ll have to carry me.”

“Carry you?!” The memory of their conversation from yesterday is not lost on her—not if the little knowing spark in her eyes has anything to say about it. But she releases an exasperated groan, resumes pushing on his shoulder with both hands, and then his side, trying in vain to get him to budge. “Mr. J, you’re too—you’re too heavy!”

“Hmmm,” he hums. “Think I’ll just lie here all day… might make you lie here with me….”

“Mr. Jaaaaay!” she wails.

She squeaks when he gets his arms around her, pulls her down so she's lying flat on top of him. Her breasts pressed against his chest, long legs bracketing his hips. He feels the warmth of her cunt through her little swimsuit, pressed against his abdomen, and he flexes the muscles there just to hear her intake of breath, feel the way her body responds.

He presses her head down on his chest and folds his arms over her back, makes as if he plans to fall back asleep, use her as his personal blanket.

"See, baby? Isn't this nice?”

Taylor squirms, and he flexes his hips just a fraction, so he can feel her wriggling against his cock.

"You're squishing me!" she squeaks.

He tightens his arms around her, feigning innocence. “Am I?”

He lets her squirm for a few more moments, just long enough for his cock to turn half hard, for him to contemplate ending this game of theirs and flipping her onto her back, fucking into her until the bed gives out, until she’s strung out from pleasure, pushing up against him and whimpering, “No more, no more, please…” He’s not sure what he’ll like best: her begging him to stop, or her begging him to keep going.

When he releases her, she scrambles off the bed, looking flushed as she sweeps away the little hairs from her face that have come loose from her braid.

“Mr. J, come on!” she whines, stomping her foot. “We can’t be late!”

“Late for what, the beach?” he chuckles. “Is it going somewhere?”

She throws her head back and releases anther exasperated groan, and he grins.

#anonymous #asks #Burn #spoilers

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taylorswiftstylequestions · 1 year

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Do you know/suspect any of the hair treatments Taylor may have used? I just wonder where the curls went :( I have similar hair texture to hers prior to Red era, and I suppose she could have straightened it constantly during Red but I don’t know if it would have been as tame as it was during 1989 era without a straightening treatment like keratin just because of the short length esp during coconut head (affectionate) era. My hair wouldn’t tolerate that for a second lol. I know she has a lot more access to high end products than I do but I think a hair treatment would explain why the curls never came back the same way. Hair does change as we get older which could be a factor so I’m just paranoid I’m going to lose my curls too :( of course she looks stunning with her hair the way it is now too but I just wonder if she had another treatment between folkevermore and Red tv because she was looking more curly back then. I wish she would talk more about it. Her curls were iconic

Hi! This really isn't my area of expertise so I can't speak to this with confidence. My guess would be keratin and possibly hair extensions for tour (volume, not length).

#beauty

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smallcatsims · 1 year

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And now the Kaylor eras. On top we have the 2014 glass closeting lesbian twin syndrome era where they publicly went on dates around NY holding hands and looking like a wikipedia entry for a butch/femme couple.

Below we have post-kissgate 2016 super duper closeted era where they were still trying to be publicly “friends” while ramping up bearding/PR stuff. The same year Tay got her “coconut head” haircut and started getting involved with drama with other celebs.

I got kind of impatient, maybe I’ll do Lover/Rep/Folklore/Evermore some other time. I feel like with the pandemic and the gals being completely silent never being seen together at all there wasn’t much to put together in terms of outfits/aesthetics. At the bottom is what I envision them like today with their very private relationship. If they’re still together. There are many theories floating around but I like the idea of this.

Also I’m cross posting this on both my blogs so if you just follow me for sims stuff and don’t know anything about Taylor Swift conspiracy theories, I’m sorry and don’t worry about researching it lol. It’s a very niche special interest type thing of mine.

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dearsnow · 2 years

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SELFSHIPS

current fav: johnny <3

The Quarry

[dylan lenivy] - mercury.

- beachboy (mccafferty)

INCLUDES

↳ mario kart sessions, nerding out while talking about our interests, making playlists for each other, joking back and forth, trail mix (we eat the bits the other doesn’t like), stargazing, bug spray, him teasing me for caring too much, dove coconut dry shampoo, rusty water bottles, watching the sun go down after the last day of summer, keeping in touch from miles and miles away, sharing fries, flicking moss at each other, sharing earbuds, drawing really stupid portraits, gentle (slightly awkward) kisses, linking pinkies and holding hands, playing with his hands when i’m nervous, smearing bits of food on the other’s face, banana cream pie, driving with no destination in mind, late-night fast food runs, him doing everything in his power to fluster me (it always works), making him bend down so i can kiss his cheek, playing pranks on me and scaring me, resting my head on his shoulder, cuddling late at night, scary campfire stories, burying him in sand, the campers trying to set us up all summer before we finally, finally confess.

“I literally hate you, that was the stupidest prank to ever exist.” I say, sighing at his “cut-off” arm. “You can’t scare me like that.”

“Why, do you care about me or something?” He jokes.

“Yeah. Of course I do. Always have, always will.”

Genshin Impact

[diluc ragnvindr] - sun.

- fever dream (mxmtoon)

INCLUDES

↳ blood soaked snow, sparring with him, winter in mondstadt, fancy wines, cold baths, red roses, creeping vines, relaxing with him after a long day, running my hands through his hair, fresh walks in the morning, collecting souvenirs, corks, rich hot coco, stupid bets, pouches of mora, seeing our breaths in the air, dead leaves, burying myself in his coats, petting stray animals, ham, frosty gloves, snowmen, cooking for him, sweet madames, chicken coops, adjusting his collar, gold jewelry, hot soup, picture frames, lost connections, giving me every flower he sees on his way home from work, warm taverns, booze that burns the back of your throat, collapsing on top of each other after long days, christmas, loose beads, glasses, dirty crystals, big old books, hairpins, apple cider, crackling fireplaces, red ribbons

Diluc hums as he pours another glass for me. “Drink this slowly. It’ll warm you up.”

I take a sip and grin up at him. “Y’know what will really help me warm up? A hug."

Game of Thrones

[jon snow] - moon.

- young and beautiful (lana del rey)

INCLUDES

↳ holding me bridal style as i try to catch snowflakes in the air, secretly worrying about me when i go off on my own, warm smiles, snowstorms, breathing in his woodsy cologne, trying to teach me how to use a sword, strong drinks, my hands threading through his curls, passion, brushing my hair back, staring at me fondly when i pet ghost, silver and gold, small and cold gemstones, fancy cutlery, rough love, fur coats, drowning in his clothing, looking into his dark eyes, tyrion telling him to be kind to me (he always is), soft enemies to lovers, playing in the snow, snowball fights with him and his family, awkward dinner conversations between our families, touch as a love language, stoic x overdramatic, knives, reading books to him at night, a snowy wedding, serious conversations, content shivers, warming our frozen faces by a fire, bard music, exploring the woods, forehead kisses, snuggling up to him in bed, making things for him and his siblings, him looking over my shoulder as i write

“You are beautiful.” Jon mutters, hands finding their way to my face.

“I am?”

“The most beautiful in the world.”

House of the Dragon

[jacaerys velaryon] - jupiter.

- getaway car (taylor swift) / like real people do (hozier)

INCLUDES

↳ kissing my hands, tea by the fire, traditional courting, friends to lovers, walking in the gardens, dragon rides, tucking my hair behind my ear, hot stew, carrot cake, studying together, playing with luke, windy days messing up our hair, beach trips, reading together while tucked in bed, goofy faces, family trips, college, holding his sword, little lizards, nerd x jock, cuddling long before we ever get together, spinning bar stools, stained wood, video games, hand-holding and cheek-kissing in public, him dressing up in my clothing, petting random dogs in the streets, shelter visits, cheesy prom signs, wearing his letterman, bacon, brown beads, cooking together (it rarely goes well), leather, dumb pranks, modern au, holding my paintbrushes hostage, ferns, accidentally killing every plant we attempt to own, lamps, caricatures, writing on coffee-stained paper

“Hey, you know what would be funny?” I smile.

Jace looks at me with a raised eyebrow and kind eyes. “Yeah, actually finishing this homework.”

10 Things I Hate About You

[patrick verona] - uranus.

- my girl (the temptations) / wanna be yours (arctic monkeys)

INCLUDES

↳ cigarettes, record stores, louder-than-whisper talking in libraries, telling him to quit smoking, late-night escapades, 7-11 slurpies, playing with his hair, dumb pranks, him trying to scare me on purpose, haunted houses, picture collages, talking during class, helping him with schoolwork (he never ends up finishing it no matter how hard i try), making fun of rude teachers in secret, rough palms, motor oil, cramped but cozy apartments, black coffee, she fell first he fell harder, loud music, warm leather / jean jackets, competing in everything we do, dragging him to places he absolutely does not want to go, concerts, outcast x good girl, fake awards, laughing too loudly, joking around in the shopping mall, red candy, spicy cinnamon cologne, broken chargers, old phones, kissing in front of the tv static, really crusty dogs, pushing each other just a little bit, really long phone calls, not confessing for a really long time, laughing at lovey-dovey couples, gifts even when we can barely afford them, back and chest kisses, chains, tank tops

“Your eyes have a little green in them. It’s pretty.” I mention, turning my pencil over in my hands.

Patrick looks at me from his position on my bed. “Not as pretty as you.”

Dead Poets Society

[charlie dalton] - mars.

- mary’s song (oh my my my) (taylor swift) / orlando (leith ross)

INCLUDES

↳ childhood friends to lovers, corny poetry, picnics, rubbing his shoulders after work, caves, dark academia, goofy smiles, play fighting, the smell of freshly sharpened pencils, studying together (we never get anything done), thick jackets, messing up his hair, romance gone wrong, pen ink smudged on the sides of our hands, teasing winks, comparing hand sizes, calling me his girlfriend before ever actually dating, old records, paper mache, glue, a natural sort of opposites to lovers, him slinging an arm around my shoulder at all times, making fun of my height, placing his chin on top of my head, scrunched noses, a hint of warm cologne, whispered words of love, yellowed parchment, whipped cream/frosting on our noses, barely-noticeable freckles, sword fights with twigs, funny faces, brown, blazers, shirley temples, sharing soda, sherpa blankets, him commenting on movies while i’m trying to watch, backwards sweaters, candlelight, gray skies, so much teasing

“You know it’s ice skating, not ice scooting, right?” Charlie asks, laughing at my wobbly legs.

“Shut up and hold my hand.” I grumble.

The Outsiders

[johnny cade] - star.

- first light (hozier)

INCLUDES

↳ washing the grease out of his hair during shared showers, stray cats, sleepovers in the lot, stargazing, holding his hand in his pockets, denim, wired earbuds, graphite stains, cold fingers, being anywhere but his house, whispers of confessions, microwaved meals, freezer burn, hanging out with the gang, switchblades, him defending me whenever possible, tutoring him, quick but meaningful phone calls, record collections, mixtapes, small trinkets, blueberries, holding each other as close as possible while sleeping, patching him up, burning alcohol, starlight, assuring me i’m all he could ever want, standing by my side when i talk to people, ice cream and drive-thru dates, old movies, him coming over so frequently we practically live together, greasy burgers and fries, being teased by dally, linked pinkies, hushed promises, young but loyal love, convenience stores, slushies, getting him to quit smoking, him keeping a picture of me in his jacket pocket, holding each other while we work out our emotions

#✦ – orion's orbit.

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mytrashcanlife · 1 year

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As Fire Loves Innocence (Xavier Thorpe x Reader) Pt. 10

Trigger Warning: Mentions of SA and Trauma, Angst, Mentions of underaged drinking. This chapter gets a bit steamier than others, but I’m not writing smut. It’s like a level 2 makeout.

If there was one thing the both of you could do, it was keeping a secret. Three weeks went by with no issues. The two of you would attend classes, some of which you sat together in and some of which you sat with others. You ate lunch with your mutual friends, and you always sat together, but everyone sat in the same order, so it wasn’t suspicious. You would finish classes and study in groups, but once you were both back to the room, with the door locked, the two of you were as close as you could get. The school had no idea that he currently had you sitting on his desk with his lips on yours. “I missed you.” He pulls away from your lips and starts to make his way down your neck. One hand holding your face with his thumb on your jaw pushing your head back to give him better access. The other on the table behind you. “Xavier, we have three classes together. You saw me an hour ago.” “Yeah, but then I had to go study with Ajax and Beatrice” At that name you roll your eyes, and scoff. Xavier pulls back and looks at you with raised eyebrows. “I’m sensing some tension there and something tells me Ajax isn’t the one you have a problem with.” Everything was fine, until Beatrice happened. In her defense as far as she knew Xavier was single. Wednesday had made it abundantly clear she had no interest in love at all, Bianca had given up on getting him back before you ever got to Nevermore, and you had been insisting that there was nothing going on between you two, so what was the harm in a bit of flirting right? “She has a tendency to flirt with my boyfriend so you can see why I might be a bit annoyed with her.” “You mean the boyfriend that nobody knows you have?” “Still doesn’t mean I have to like her.” “Fair enough.” “You’re gonna have to let her down easy.” “Look if she asks me out, I’ll tell her no, and until then I’m sure Ajax will ask me about her at some point. I’ll tell him she’s not my type which will get back to Enid, and she’ll fix the issue.” “You know if I didn’t know Enid, I would say that’s crazy, but knowing her I think that might be crazy enough to work.” “Exactly, now stop being jealous of women I have no interest in, and get in bed, we have class in the morning.” “Fine,” You hop off the desk and into his waiting arms, “but for the record, I’m not jealous. I’m territorial.” You give him a quick kiss before heading to the bathroom to get ready for bed.”

The next few days went well enough. You and Enid had been assigned to a project together, so you were in her dorm working on it. “So, I know you said you don’t have anything going on with Xavier, but—” “No buts Enid. No ifs not buts no coconuts. Nothing is going on.” “Fine, but just because you aren’t dating Xavier, doesn’t mean you can’t date anyone! Soo…Has anyone caught your eye?” “No.” “Oh, come on! I know some guys I could introduce you to. Or girls if that’s what you’re into, but those options are bit more limited at the moment.” “I’m fine the way I am Enid, but I appreciate your concern. How are you and Ajax?” “Oh, we’re doing great.” “That’s good to hear. Now I know you know everything about everyone, so what’s the drama? Give me your meadow report.” You see Enid’s eyes light up at the invitation. “Okay, so you know Taylor from bio? She’s dating a normie in Jericho. Bianca’s mom might be in an MLM. Half the boy’s golf team is dating the girl’s tennis team. Let’s see what else…Oh! Speaking of your roommate, he might be in some love drama soon, cause Beatrice has a huge crush on him, but Ajax told me that Xavier said that she isn’t his type. Apparently, he��s gotta thing for (y/h/c)s. Why are you laughing?” You were laughing because Xavier’s plan was working, but you couldn’t tell her that. “Xavier was telling me the other day that Beatrice was acting weird, and he didn’t believe me when I said she was flirting. Men, right?” “I know right they are so oblivious! Remind me to tell you about how me and Ajax started dating sometime. It was a mess, but we don’t have time for that, we need to finish this tonight.” “You’re right.”

Once Enid and you had made enough progress on your project for the night you headed back to the dorm to find it empty. You figured Xavier would be back late tonight. He had the misfortune of getting Beatrice for this project, because if there was a higher power out there, they had a sick sense of humor. You look out the window and see the two of them at a table in the quad covered in papers. Just as you were about to draw a bath you see the two of them start to pack up their things, so you decide on a change of clothes and a quick shower instead. You hear the door open and close just as you step out of the shower. You throw on your pajama shorts and a tank top leave the bathroom. “You look beautiful as always.” “Thank you darling.” He grabs your hand and pulls you closer to him. One hand on your hip and he other caressing your jaw. You wrap your arms around his neck in response. “How was your day?” “Good. Your plan is working by the way. Enid told me about what you said to Ajax.” “Not working fast enough apparently. The news hasn’t made it back to Beatrice yet.” “I give it a few days.” “Speaking of a few days, you ready for parents weekend?” “I could ask you the same thing.” “My dad never shows up. What do I need to prepare for?” “The disappointment. I’m sorry about him. He doesn’t know what he’s missing.” “Enough of that, come here.” He leans in to kiss you. This one is softer than usual, and you can feel his exhaustion; both physical and emotional. One of your hands finds it way into his hair as you pull him ever closer to you. Lost in each other once more. “Hey Xavier? You forgot your—oh my god!” The two of you break apart and turn to the door. Standing there, hands over mouth, eyes wide, in the doorway was your new worst nightmare: Beatrice.

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Love Taylor, but her bangs make her look like coconut head. I’m sorry someone had to say it

yeahhhh i thought she was growing them out bc it looked like she was sweeping them more to the side lately. but it seems like she got them cut again for the globes and they were super flat (so was her hair in general i think she would’ve looked great in a half-up style or even a nice, full ponytail)

#grey

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Helllooo. My trip is going well, though there's so much going on and I'm extremely tired, I don't have enough time for work 😭😭

See idek know if Madrid played well, but it's good to hear they can win when I'm not watching. Lmao right, he could've pulled a Zizou, but waited for him at the car park instead kwjdkskajsjahajaj

Man City? I don't know her, I'm sorry...

Omfg my Exol flatmate has been freaking out about all the Exo stuff, I hope I can bring her a little Exo related gift, perhaps Kim Kai?

Sports being fixed shocking 🔪 they're not even subtle. Okay maybe I'm holding a grudge cause I have two F1 friends and I sometimes read their posts and both dislike Leclerc and I definitely remember him pissing me off at some point, je suis désolé Charles jskajsksjajawjaj. But fuck Max! Oooooh a Lewis movie, a docu or a regular film?

Maybe if Chelsea did the Rover challenge they would manifest a win, because it's looking BAD for them 💀

Seonghwa needs to give me a Radiohead cover, I still of him singing Creep for a few seconds 😭 or a different Troye song, something about more... cheerful. Idk even cover Anti-Hero from Taylor cause I surprising tolerate that track. Or you know.... TAMINO. It's him in Rewrite the Stars! ❤❤❤❤ and not San giving us a sad cover too a d a song that Jonghyun has written. I haven't heard it yet, because I don't wanna be sad lol

I only heard the Xikers song once, it was fine, but I'm just not interested, and my boy Yechan - the only one I know is giving HJ lol.

I'll send you a whole truck of miso aubergine 🍙 if you stop mentioning undercut Hwa! Ok but he's legit the only one who looks good to me with undercuts... not my fave hairstyle, but still it's Hwa http://twitter.com/atinyteez009/status/1645777420413460481?t=4DN7__sgeyNsFQWfLDOg8g&s=19 except for middle row left and right THAT BALD ASS LOOK NEEDS TO GO. HWA BBY I'M SORRY BUT THIS IS A JUMPSCARE https://twitter.com/hwaberrymilk/status/1641244669551190016?t=6J038XLKmCEVkRgOTq3-SQ&s=19

No way he went coconut head when I have a chance to see him?!?! https://twitter.com/nobodylikehwa/status/1646889850082058242?t=bzDLXyXSeSsPZV-EuZUVlQ&s=19 he looks cute, but there's nothing to brag about, boy :/

I hope we'd be able to record the Taemin meeting 😭 I'm so happy. Sad that it's not the whole Shinee, because I miss them, but Lee Taeeeeeeeeeeeemin!!!! If we get Ten, Taemin and Taeyong to do the Rover challenge I want SuperM back! Btw if my friend convinced me to go to the Dojaejung album premiere I'd have seen THE LEE TAEYONG, but I didn't :"))))))

Yeah Ravi... I can see why he was desperate, but??? My guy, covid fucked everyone over you're not special

I was so shocked seeing WayV like?!?! YY was very cute and shy, they all were. I also spent too much money in that dumb grocery store, like why even, was blinded by the men! SM actually disappoints me greatly, but at least they like me now... I'm hoping for Ateez in Japan, but idk 🔫🔫🔫

I watch Kamisama Kiss and Maid Sama regularly <3 truly the blueprints

Many kpop idols should just stfu, seriously. And need to act like adults, Bambam's agency wants to sue people and alright, does who call him a pedo need to relax, but... no apology? I'm so disappointed in Chaeyoung and her shitty response, girl :/

Model is annoying and Y/N was too nice to him! I still stand by that! Ooooh true Domino as well, it fits so well.

See one of my friends went to the EXO meeting, she's Korean and was appalled by the shit she heard and saw :( kinda ruined the experience for her, because some bitches next to her were awful

Pls I hope Pique's girl cheated and especially with Pep 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Hellllooooo https://twitter.com/nobodylikehwa/status/1646412780126314496?t=URn3wDrqRANfwQsY3gwniQ&s=19

https://twitter.com/NotBonkyP/status/1647252825884315651?t=2YBhU2HWp8M4rd_dzjJpTQ&s=19

????? And they're going to Qatar too. I'm gonna go and stand outside KQ's building and yell. And Waterbomb festival, uhm not Seonghwa soaked kn water THANXX - DV 💖

hello!!!!

Helllooo. My trip is going well, though there's so much going on and I'm extremely tired, I don't have enough time for work 😭😭 //// See idek know if Madrid played well, but it's good to hear they can win when I'm not watching. Lmao right, he could've pulled a Zizou, but waited for him at the car park instead kwjdkskajsjahajaj

hello!!!! hope you’re having lots of fun!!! see madrid only played well bc all our players were injured 🤚🏻 NOO SERIOUSLY AND THAT OTHER DUDE IS TRYING TO BE INNOCENT??? MF U MOCKED A UNBORN CHILD WHILE UR A WHOLE ASS ADULT !!!!!!!! anyway, not a new news but real madrid fc dropped to a new low and is distorting and rewriting spain’s history <3 local football news : neymar’s having his second kid, hakimi did a uno reverse , livapool doing a 1-6 😳, rm dropping to a new low by bringing n*zi’s in it?????? mané and sané beef, benzema next season last season, and messi barca ✊🏻😭

???? like barcelona’s presi was unalived by that dictator they are saying favoured barca????? legitimately what the fuck

Man City? I don't know her, I'm sorry... /// Omfg my Exol flatmate has been freaking out about all the Exo stuff, I hope I can bring her a little Exo related gift, perhaps Kim Kai?

man city the one that’s most likely gonna win the treble?? hMMMMMM THE EXO STUFF PLS THE WAY I WAKE EVERYDAY TO NEW CONTENT IT FEELS SUSPICIOUS, yes! if ur in sk april 20,, u might see kai at a hello 82 event! ur exol flat mate better be ready bc we are getting the cb and world tour 😭😭 AND I WILL BE THERE, I WILL BE THERE

NOT even a little it’s ridiculously mad how they are messing w certain teams just for a former racers kid to win,, we are tired of the dutch national anthem, put that same energy to schumachers kid too then 🔫 LMFAOOO SEEE if they dislike leclerc they do not know race 🔫 this overtake he did was insane

honestly i think the universe dislikes him so adding a few dislikes won’t hurt i guess fbwndbsn but he’s mad resilient i rmr his father passed away and the next day (?) he was at the race and won it and then his godfather (bianchi) died and then his close friend did, crazy guy but just drives for ferrari, his teammate tho, he deserves it <3 really does ngl <3 YEAH MAX CAN GET IT HES ON MY LAST STRAW BC IF HE WINS THE CHAMPIONSHIP AGAIN ITS ON SIGHT I UNDERSTAND UR FRIENDS ON THAT PART 🤚🏻 a full fledged movie!! a biopic and brad pitt’s in it as well, i think he’s playing alsono or vettel!

LMFAOOO atp nothing can make chelsea win, not even our lord and saviour kai maybe if they get nagelsmann or enrique somehow come

STOP IT UR RIGHT HE NEEDS TO DO THOSE CLASSIC COVERS RATHER then the tiktok things pls 🔫 anti hero?? omg hwaxtay >> EVERYTHING STOP! ITS TAMINO X HWA AND MADDOX NEEDS TO MAKE THIS HAPPEN WHAT THE HELL, after hearing san’s cover i had to immediately go hear the lee hi’s ver and then stumbled upon her performance of it crying and then sobbed my eyes out

I only heard the Xikers song once, it was fine, but I'm just not interested, and my boy Yechan - the only one I know is giving HJ lol. //// I'll send you a whole truck of miso aubergine 🍙 if you stop mentioning undercut Hwa! Ok but he's legit the only one who looks good to me with undercuts... not my fave hairstyle, but still it's Hwa http://twitter.com/atinyteez009/status/1645777420413460481?t=4DN7__sgeyNsFQWfLDOg8g&s=19 except for middle row left and right THAT BALD ASS LOOK NEEDS TO GO. HWA BBY I'M SORRY BUT THIS IS A JUMPSCARE https://twitter.com/hwaberrymilk/status/1641244669551190016?t=6J038XLKmCEVkRgOTq3-SQ&s=19

idk what it is but kq doing a lot of songs w that middle eastern sound track that just ✨ like esp the real’s last part, play it at a party and everyone would sTEP UP LMFAOOO I GUESS I WONT GET IT BC UNDERCUT HWA >>>> very hot man, very,,, OKAY SOME PHOTOS HE REALLT LOOKS BALD FHWJFKSFHKS that last one, needs a slap on his neck

NOOOO I WAS SO UPSET HE BROUGHT THAT BACK WHY IS IT ROUNDER THAN USUAL 😭😭😭😭😭 TAKE IT OFF HWA

PLS RECORD EVERYTHING GET HIS SIGN ON EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!! I HOPE A SHINEE MEMBER HOSTS IT 😭😭 speaking of superm, wonder how that dozen is doing jcbwkcjcl came and posted a picture then sent the kpop into a havoc and then disappeared smh,,, NAURRRRR U DIDNT SEE THE LEE TAEYONG????? TOP 10 BETRAYALS OF LIFE

Yeah Ravi... I can see why he was desperate, but??? My guy, covid fucked everyone over you're not special /// I was so shocked seeing WayV like?!?! YY was very cute and shy, they all were. I also spent too much money in that dumb grocery store, like why even, was blinded by the men! SM actually disappoints me greatly, but at least they like me now... I'm hoping for Ateez in Japan, but idk 🔫🔫🔫

yeah 😭😭😭 ravi bro use some of ur mind,,, like now u gotta do jail AND military?? AAAAAAAAAAAA STOP THEIR SKINS MUSTVE BEEN SO BLEMISHFREE,,, YANGYANG SHY??? DID HE DRINK SOMETHINGVFANBDWK WHAT DID U BUY FROM THE GROCERY STORE 😭😭 are the insides like pc’s and collectors items??? ATEEZ IN JAPAN!!!!! WATERBOMB FESTIVAL!!!!

I watch Kamisama Kiss and Maid Sama regularly <3 truly the blueprints /// Many kpop idols should just stfu, seriously. And need to act like adults, Bambam's agency wants to sue people and alright, does who call him a pedo need to relax, but... no apology? I'm so disappointed in Chaeyoung and her shitty response, girl :/

TRULY TRULY!!!!! omg anon do u rmr pretty rhythm aurora dream, alice academy, kodocha, itzurana kiss??? no seriously like what’s it take u to stop ur mouth,,, if i was in their place id say nothing AND still be earning, imagine earning millions for not speaking??? idols need to go back to being mysterious,, someone said her apology was straight out of chatgpt 😭😭😭 and youngji…saying the n word, wearing a ganesha shirt on a drinking show…while drinking 😭😭

I'm so stocked for Barbie, even if it's bad I'm living for it, but I'm looking forward to edgy MEN reviewing it lmaooo. Omg the Le Sserafim photos and teasers?! So gorgeous, I hope I like the song though /// Model is annoying and Y/N was too nice to him! I still stand by that! Ooooh true Domino as well, it fits so well.

I AM TOOOOOO!!!! booking tickets for it right after oppenheimer bc i think everyone will need barbie after watching that movie,, hoping both of the movies reach a great success!! this year’s movies are so packed, oppenheimer, barbie, dune 2, insidious series, hunger games, ghosted, pope’s exorcist, indiana jones, mission impossible, the nun 2, the exorcist (omg), wonka AND IVE BEARD THEYRE TRYING TO MAKE A LEGALLY BLONDE 2 ???? WE ARE WINNINGGG,, domino’s vocals are so stUNNING YES THE LSF SONG IM SO EXCITED TO SEE WHAT THEY DO

See one of my friends went to the EXO meeting, she's Korean and was appalled by the shit she heard and saw :( kinda ruined the experience for her, because some bitches next to her were awful /// Pls I hope Pique's girl cheated and especially with Pep 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

right 😭😭 idk why they treat them like this for having a family come on 😭😭 BUT WHATS GOOD KEXOLS WERE THROWN BY EXOS BODYGUARDS ✊🏻✊🏻✊🏻 THROWN!! KARATED!!!! kexols were also mad bc exo went to japan and were like “are exo japanese singers now???” gIRL IF U DONT SHUT UR MOUTH!!! APPARENTLY SHE DID SHE WAS FRIENDS WITH PEP’S DAUGHTER AND THEN PIQUE CHEATED ON HER WITH A LAWYER THIS IS SO MAD BUT FUNNY pep did it for shakira i knew he was a fan

Hellllooooo https://twitter.com/nobodylikehwa/status/1646412780126314496?t=URn3wDrqRANfwQsY3gwniQ&s=19

that outfit😵‍💫😵‍💫

https://twitter.com/NotBonkyP/status/1647252825884315651?t=2YBhU2HWp8M4rd_dzjJpTQ&s=19 ????? And they're going to Qatar too. I'm gonna go and stand outside KQ's building and yell. And Waterbomb festival, uhm not Seonghwa soaked kn water THANXX - DV 💖

ateez in japan,,, anon are u 👁👁 not qatar come on 😭😭😭 SOAKED IN WATEF FBWNBDKW AND THE WET HAIR???? ANON HOW WILL U SURVIVE FBWNFHK

we winning??????

now hold on…

LMFAOOOO my asian queen 🤲🏻 this is so fun bc imagine her singing fireworks @ buckingham palace fbwkfbsk, can’t wait to see the coronation and the history

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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starlight-and-ink · 2 years

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Today I learned that if you get a bob with bangs and don’t do anything to style it in the morning you are going to look like Edna Mode/Stephanie from Lazytown/Dora the Explorer/Taylor Swift in her coconut head era

#HOWEVER very minimal stuff makes it look adorable #I did one little braid on each side and tucked them behind my ears and let the rest loose #and I am glad to inform you that I look cute #starlight and ink

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Invisible String

Although Spencer Reid and the Reader don’t find themselves in a romance with each other until well into their adulthood, their relationship has been decades in the making. Almost as if something as been pulling them together all these years.

A/N: sorry for such a long wait but i’ve been struggling a lot mentally as of late. i hope you guys enjoy this one shot!! As always requests are open and heavily encouraged!! And of course this is inspired by the taylor swift song of the same name :)) Also keep in mind although the following scenes are heavily inspired by some scenes in Criminal Minds, elements of them have been slightly altered to fit in Y/N as a character.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Type: a cute strangers to lovers fluff fic!

Word Count: 3.9K

Content Warnings: typical criminal minds case discussion, mentions of child trafficking when discussing this case, but no real detail. slight spoilers for season eight (beginning maeve stuff) and tiny spoilers for season fifteen (briefly mentions max but nothing really important to the plot at all)

“Time, curious time Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs Were there clues I didn't see?”

You had met Spencer Reid 3 times before you had really met him.

It was almost silly to think about it now. Now that you and Spencer have been dating for 3 years, it was strange to believe there were so many chances for you two to meet years earlier.

When you were sixteen years old, you got your first part time job. You worked at a self-serve frozen yogurt shop called Iced Dreams. You hated it so much. Your manager was a total creep, your older coworkers were rude and condescending to you, since you were one of the youngest people working there, but most of all you hated the uniforms.

Consisting of a very stupid looking hat, bright pink with randomly embrodiered teal patterns, an outdated bright teal shirt, it had been given to you from a dirty bin in the back, and judging by the sewn in shoulder pads, it had to be at least a couple decades old.

So one day, you didn’t wear the hat.

It wasn’t entirely purposeful. You couldn’t find it, you searched your room, you searched your car, so eventually you had to leave without it to prevent being late. Still, as you clocked it and passed the box of extras in the office something made you decide to leave it alone.

You were about 8 minutes into your shift when your manager approached you. “Y/N? Where’s your hat sweetheart?” You hated this man so much. You had gone to your parents time and time again, recounting his creepy behavior towards you and the other teenage girls who you worked with, but they refused to let you quit.

When you had started working there, he used to enforce this ridiculous rule that all the female workers had to wear skirts as part of their uniform, but you had gathered all the sixteen and seventeen year olds who worked there and all threatened to quit if he didn’t change the policy. So you were no stranger to breaking and defying the rules.

“Yeah I couldn’t find it, sorry.” you shrugged.

He chuckled and reached his hat out to touch your face. You jerked back, you almost wanted to refuse to wear one of the stupid extra hats just so that you could get fired.

“Well, Y/N its policy sweetie. No matter how special you are to me you still need to wear the hat. There’s extras in the office.”

“No way I’m wearing one of those. I bet they have like lice or something.”

He pursed his lips and sighed “Well I suppose that beautiful hair is just too pretty to wear a used hat huh. . . What do you suggest? If you’re working you have to wear it.”

You laughed, “Well you could let me go home.”

He paused, “Why don’t you go sit in the office, I’ll come talk to you in a minute.”

So you did, for about 10 minutes you sat in the office, surrounded by frozen yogurt flavor marking posters and boxes of old uniforms, and each passing minute you feared for the worst. Maybe you were actually getting fired? You really didn’t want to go that far, because, as much as you hated it, you really needed this job.

When your manager finally came to talk to you he held a small salted caramel frozen yogurt, your personal favorite flavor, and a twenty dollar bill. He handed them both to you.

“You seem so stressed Y/N, why don’t you take the day and go get lunch. My treat,” he said, smiling that weird twisted smile that always made your full body shiver.

However you were broke as hell, and no teenager in their right mind would ever pass up free food, so you took it, grabbed your keys and started to leave

Yet as soon as you walked out the back door you dropped your frozen yogurt, cup fully upside down, onto the pavement. You cursed, you hadn’t even taken a bite of it yet, and it looked like he had put coconut flakes on it, and you loved coconut. Still, you had your twenty bucks, and that was a pretty sweet pay out considering you were only clocked in for about 20 minutes.

So you got Chinese food, and spent what was supposed to be your shift in the shopping mall across town, completely and blissfully unaware of the fact the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI was dragging your manager away in handcuffs.

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Young Spencer Reid had only joined the FBI about a month ago. Despite being a genius, and providing crucial information to the solving of cases, he was aware of the most obvious. He was only twenty two years old, and he was scrawny as hell.

He felt this intense need to prove himself, especially to make Gideon proud.

So when they got a case about a the kidnapping and sex trafficking of teenage girls, he saw it as something he could really involve himself in. Based on the profile, it wasn’t going to be a large, strong, confident unsub who Morgan needed to tackle. This man would be ugly sure, but he would be a manipulative mastermind. Reid could work with that, he could prove himself.

He surprised everyone with his sheer work ethic and determination to find this man, and through consistently revising and delivering the profile soon enough they got a hit. A young woman in her early twenties called the tipline and reported her own manager. Insisting he fit the profile perfectly, and described how strangely he treated the minors who worked there, and how he almost exclusively hired young girls, treated them great and then switched as soon as they became legal.

So Garcia did her magically digging, and soon enough the FBI was tearing up a frozen yogurt shop, looking for any evidence of pedophilia. Garcia was even brought along, as she was pivotal to discovering any secret files in his computer.

At first, all they could find were strange compilation videos and under employees skirts. Spencer, and the rest of the team, were struggling to connect how he could get so many videos from an angle like this without anyone noticing or reporting him, until Gideon uncovered an old dusty pair of shoes, in which the right one held a small camera at the toe.

Although this was absolutely disgusting, it wasn’t enough to prove he was running the ring or kidnapping the girls, so Garcia kept digging. Meanwhile, Spencer tried to make himself useful by checking out the back of the store.

That’s where he found your clock-out receipt.

“Hey guys, we might want to take a look at this,” he shouted out.

Morgan grabbed the paper from his hand, “Ok, I don’t get it kid, it’s trash.”

Spencer pointed to the details on the slip, “Yeah but it says here she clocked out 18 minutes ago after only working for 23 minutes and 46 seconds. If this guy is our unsub, this girl could be in a lot of trouble.”

“Maybe she’s still here, has anyone checked out the parking lot yet?”

Spencer shook his head, and followed Morgan out the back door. There they discovered some almost completely melted salted caramel frozen yogurt.

Morgan bent down to investigate, “Yeah, we gotta get this to the lab, but I can tell you right now that there’s clearly more than just coconut topping this yogurt. It also means we have another victim.”

Spencer crouched down as well, “Not necessarily.”

“What do you mean kid? We’re missing a teenage girl and we’ve already found illegal evidence on this guy's computer. She’s in trouble.”

“Well judging the shape and inscription of these pills it appears to be some pretty strong rohypnol, almost certainly prescription grade. And ingesting it like this means she probably would have begun to feel its effects fairly early, I would predict 15 minutes. She clocked out 18 minutes ago, so even if she left exactly at that time she would have certainly crashed her car on the way home. The nearest residence is 8 minutes away from here, we’re in a complete shopping district. There’s only two cars out here and neither have a passed out driver, so I would bet she didn’t eat any of it. Also, the only spoon out here is still wrapped in plastic, “ Spencer analyzed.

Morgan sighed, “Well what do we even do then?”

Before Spencer could answer Hotch opened the back door. “We got him.”

Spencer turned to Morgan, “I’m sure her phone number is somewhere inside, I say we call her and make sure she’s ok. She probably doesn’t even know this is happening right now.”

So he did find your phone number, and although he initially pushed the phone to Morgan, he just chuckled and pushed it back.

“No way pretty boy. You’re the know-it-all with all that profiling out there, you can call her,” and before he could protest Morgan left, so Spencer was left to call you.

And strangely, for it being the first time he would ever interact with the love of his life, he thought nothing of it.

And that was the first time you had met Spencer Reid.

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The second time was years and years later, when you were waitressing night shifts to make extra money. You had never forgotten meeting Spencer Reid the first time, but this was the first time you would ever see his face.

You were slightly concerned when you got a call from a man, whose name you had now long forgotten, claiming he worked for the FBI. Although you weren’t incredibly surprised to hear your manager committed such heinous crimes against children, you were taken aback by how close you had come to becoming one of his victims.

But that was 9 years ago. In your college days it became a fun story you told at frat parties, but you were 25 now. Sometimes you would think about the incident when you couldn’t sleep, and if you were feeling feisty you would use it as an icebreaker or a “two truths, one lie” statement, but otherwise you didn’t really think about it.

You had plenty of other things to worry about, in fact, that’s exactly why you worked so much. It was so much easier to forget when you were constantly preoccupied with complaining customers and terribly awkward blind dates.

You had just sat this man, incredibly handsome, however it was clear he was on some kind of date. His reservation was for two, and he spent way too much time adjusting his clothes and table setting for him to not be trying to impress someone special. He also brought a gift, which judging by the packaging and shape, seemed to be some kind of wrapped book.

Even though he was 15 minutes early for his own reservation, he still looked really nervous, almost like he already believed she might not show up. You couldn’t help yourself, you had to go talk to him.

“Anyone ever tell you you should model?” you started with.

He looked up “Excuse me?”

“Sorry for being so bold, you just look so familiar,” he weirdly sounded very familiar as well, but you didn’t tell him that. “Are you sure you haven’t modeled? You have excellent bone structure. I bet you could.”

He laughed to himself, “yeah I’m sure.”

“Well your date is very lucky either way. I wish I had a boyfriend as handsome as you. Actually I wish I had a boyfriend period, but that’s a whole other story.”

He chuckled, and although you knew in your heart that you shouldn’t be flirting with him considering he was 15 minutes away from being actively on a date talking to him made you feel something you hadn’t felt in a long time. “What happened with your boyfriend? Do I even dare ask?”

“Well I kind of always knew he wasn’t super interested in me, but I really liked him, so I did my best to ignore his wandering eyes,” you sighed. “That didn’t stop him from leaving me for his coworker though.”

“That’s terrible.”

You smirked, “That’s not even the worst part, he broke up with me over a 27 second phone call. He didn’t even let me respond, he just kind of hung up.”

“I’m sorry, no one deserves that. Especially not you. I’ve only been talking to you for a couple minutes and I can tell that.”

“Oh really? What makes you so sure?”

“I’m pretty good at reading people.”

You smiled, “Well I should probably stop flirting with you now, considering your date hasn’t even started yet. And don’t worry, she’ll show, you’re so handsome she’d be stupid not to.”

He looked confused. “You were flirting with me?”

You laughed, “I thought you were good at reading people?”

He smiled back at you, and it made your heart soar, this silly, pure goofy smile that made you want to replace his date and have dinner with him right then and there.

You walked back to your hostess stand. A couple minutes later you noticed the handsome stranger on the phone. You thought nothing of it until later when a woman came in, clearly nervous, holding a gift bag.

“Can you give this to Spencer Reid for me please?” You recognized the name, the man you were just speaking with had filed his reservation under it.

“Um, yeah sure, aren’t you going to go in? He’s at that table over the-” but before you could finish your sentence the woman was gone. Your heart sank, poor Spencer, how could someone drop their date off a gift but stand them up anyway? That’s just cold.

When you get up to bring the gift to him, he’s already heading out of the restaurant himself.

“Sir? Spencer? Dr. Reid?” he turned his head. “A lady came in and dropped this off for you.”

His face dropped, it almost looked like he was about to cry. “Thank you,” he said as he looked up at you before leaving.

He ran out the door, both gifts in hand and whipped his head around a few times before sighing and speeding off in one direction. Even before you learned what happened after that and leading up to it, you felt terrible for the handsome stranger.

How could you not for someone so clearly distressed? Someone so clearly in love?

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7 years and a divorce later you were spending your Saturday in a park, strangely contemplating love itself. Although you barely remember that night all those years ago when you spoke to Spencer, he did. Vividly. In fact, on this Saturday you both were in a public park, contemplating your many failed attempts at true love.

It was your first wedding anniversary without your husband. Although you had only been married for two years, you still were having a hard time navigating life without him.

You started to wonder if you would ever find the true love you had been wishing for since your youth. Was 32 too late? Had you lived out all of your opportunities?

When you were little your mother had told you that all soulmates were attached at the left ring fingers, by small, incredibly thin strands of gold string, invisible to the naked eye. She insisted that these strings were constantly trying to pull you and your soulmate together, and that when life was ready for you two to meet, you would.

Until then, you would have small, mindless interactions. Things you wouldn’t think about, maybe even things that weren’t interactions at all. You would get the same commercial jingle stuck in your head. You would both get an intense craving for the same food. You’d have the same dream.

As a kid you were obsessed with this idea, you thought it was so romantic, and you fully believed everything your mom told you about it. You always asked her for more stories, and at bedtime you refused to sleep unless she would tell you more.

But now you were sure soulmates, true love even, didn’t exist. The invisible pretty gold strings your mother weaved fantastic stories with were completely fabricated. If they weren’t, you would have seen the clues by now.

Right?

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Spencer Reid was given an assignment from his therapist. He had to spend his Saturday off trying to interact with a stranger. Making friends with someone other than his colleagues may seem like a simple task for some, but it was something the young genius had almost no experience with.

He understood that it was probably for the best. He wasn’t exactly great with relationships of any kind, but especially not romantic ones. It didn’t take a genius to know that a couple of flirtations, a dead girlfriend he had only seen once, and a long time unrequited (or at least he thought unrequited) infatuation with his best friend and godsons’ mother was not a very great track record.

He, just like you, was also beginning to believe that he was hopeless when it came to love. That 38 was too old, that his time to meet someone and have the children he dreamed of had long passed.

But right as he was about to call JJ, to see if she would invite him in on the case Garcia had started to work on, he saw you.

Unlike you, he remembered your face and your interaction vividly. That almost date with Maeve was one of the biggest defining moments of his life, and what are the chances that the waitress from that very night was now less than 30 feet away from him, reading under the green leaves of a tree.

He wasn’t going to say anything, until he saw the book you were reading.

The Narrative of John Smith.

It must have been a sign, for what he wasn’t exactly sure yet, but it just had to mean something. The universe had to be reaching out to him, he had experienced crazier things.

And just as he was about to walk over to you, to close the gap between the gold strings tied around your ring fingers, a child interrupted his train of thought.

“That’s a strange haircut.”

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Derek Morgan and Spencer Reid were finally reuniting after many years. They barely got to see each other these days, but even though he was teaching and working at the BAU, Spencer still was willing to clear his schedule to second Derek suggested they meet up.

Morgan was excited as well, both to see his friend and to hopefully help him get a date. Sure, he had liked what he had heard about Max, but he wasn’t exactly surprised it had only lasted a couple months between her and Spencer. They just seemed too different.

Plus, now he got the chance to play wingman again, and he was ecstatic about that. Spencer not so much.

“I don’t know Morgan, it’s only been a couple months since we broke up. Wouldn’t it be too early to start talking to other people?”

“Pretty boy, you and I both know that the rate in which you’ve had relationships is not even close to the average. You need to balance that out somehow.”

Spencer sighed, he knew Derek was right, but he still felt strange.

“Morgan, have you ever heard of the red string of fate?”

“No, but I’m sure I’m about to hear all about it.”

“It’s an East Asian philosophy, based on the discovery that the ulnar artery connects the heart with the pinky finger, actually that’s where the belief in pinky promises come from. The reason it’s integrated in so many different cultures is that-”

“Kid, you’re losing me here,” Morgan interrupted. “Finish your thing about the string.”

“Oh yeah, sorry. It’s the idea that human relations are predestined by a red string that the gods tie to the pinky fingers of those who find each other in life. Legend has it that the two people connected by this thread will have an important story, regardless of the time, place or circumstances. The red string might get tangled, contracted or stretched, as surely often happens, but it can never break. Essentially, the idea is that although we might not realize it, our lives move in a pre-ordained direction, guided by invisible strings that are woven into the fabric of the Universe itself. And all the while, the red thread connecting us to our distant soulmates is getting shorter.”

“Well it’s an interesting theory kid, but it’s a lot to think about. I mean, we’re in a bar, let loose a little bit. Not every interaction has to be about getting closer to your soulmate. And sure, maybe you’ll meet them one day, maybe even soon. But you’re here now, and just because your one true love may not be, doesn’t mean it’s not worth it to be here.”

Spencer sighed, “You’re right. I don’t even know if I believe in that anyway, maybe I’m just looking for something to explain this all.

Derek patted his friend on the shoulder, “okay pretty ricky, this is how it’s about to go down. I’m going to buy you two drinks. You’re going to take both of them, and go find someone, anyone here to go talk to.”

“Ok, I think I can do that. Who?”

Derek looked around, trying to find who he believed would be the best match for his friend. “How about her?” he asked, pointing at you.

Spencer couldn’t believe it when he looked. There you were, the girl, the one he had met three times before, even if he could only remember two. The woman he knew was some sort of universe sent sign that Saturday he saw you underneath the greenery. The girl he was so close to talking to before he was interrupted by Max’s nephew. The woman who (and he obviously did not know this at the time) he would marry 3 years later. The one who would carefully knit the baby blankets for all of their friends and exes. The one who he would adopt 3 children with. The woman who, he was now sure, was at the other end of his invisible string. The girl he needed to talk to right now.

“Is it just me,” Morgan said, “Or does she look kind of familiar?”

“Yes,” Spencer responded, “yes she does.” He got up quickly and started making strides towards you.

“Wait!” Morgan called, “You forgot your drinks!”

“I don’t need them!” he shouted back. When he sat down next to you, you smiled. It made his heart soar, you had this silly, pure goofy smile that made him want to ask you out right then and there.

Instead he settled on the only conversation starter he could think of.

“Have you ever heard of the invisible string story?”

And you couldn’t help but laugh.

“A string that pulled me Out of all the wrong arms right into that dive bar Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire Chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons One single thread of gold tied me to you”

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