#i'll be getting to the other categories later on this week
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Daylight
Part: 4/?
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader
Category: Social Media au
Summary: Follow the love story of a global pop icon and a monegasque F1 driver
Face claim: Taylor Swift (Singing) + others
Tag-list: @mindflay3r @karmabyfernando
Masterlist
2019
It's no secret that the former power-couple's relationship ended with bad blood as cheating allegations regarding Neymar leaked in January of 2018. The pair announced their split on social media two weeks later. However, it seems as if the Brazilian is not ready to give up on his ex yet. He has posted multiple instagram posts using lyrics from her recent album Lover which the singer wrote about current boyfriend, F1 driver Charles Leclerc. We have yet to get a statement about this from Leclerc or L/N.
A post uploaded by Neymar last Thursday captioned: "I'll save all my dirtiest jokes for you, meu amor😘"
When asked about these posts the PSG star responded
"I will always love her and she is an amazing woman. I've made mistakes in the past but I will do everything in my power to right my wrongs"
The world is understandably shocked by this statement seeing how the pop-star is in a one year long relationship with Ferrari F1 driver Charles Leclerc and even wrote an entire album stating her love for him. The couple is one of the most popular celebrity couples today and the fans love their romantic interactions on social media and in the F1 paddock.
What do you think? Is this Neymar simply being jealous of the love Leclerc is getting both from Y/N and the fans or is he serious? Follow E!News for more updates.
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- safetycar92: OMG IT'S HUGE!!!
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y/nwhereareyou: 10 MINUTES????
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Across the hall (pt. 2)
Summary: just George and you getting to know each other a bit better.
Warnings: pure smut. Choking kink, Dom!George, and much more.
Words: 4k
A/n: I'll leave this here and go back to my cave. I just finished uni and now I have much more time for writing so let's just see how it goes. Hope you like this very much!
A few days later you two meet at the same caffee of the last time.
“So what about Georgie?”
You flush once again “I mean, he is really nice, I don’t really know much about him”
“It’s not like you have to know an awful lot of someone to want to fuck them” she stated “By the way, I think he likes you too, we went to see him on Tuesday and he couldn’t shut up about you and your paintings, and he isn’t really an artsy guy, you know?”
“But before this , he barely even looked at my direction, I’m sure he didn’t even know I existed”
“Girl! The only reason I went for sugar to your house is because he said you looked nice and didn’t want to go by himself, we weren’t even baking a cake” her answer took you by surprise.
“Lily!”
You kept talking to her as the days went by, you were more similar than what you would’ve thought. But he wouldn’t stop bringing up George, dead-set on getting you two together.
You haven’t seen him since the last interaction at your apartment one week ago. So you were surprised when you saw him knocking at your door.
“Hi” you greeted him, failing to hide your smile “is there anything you need”.
“Not really” he answered “I thought it was only fair to invite you for coffee at my place since you invited me the other day.” he proposed to you shyly.
“Sure I would love to,” you said enthusiastically.
You walked to his flat, very different from yours, sober and modern style, almost impersonal, probably because he has recently moved in. You smiled when you saw some of his helmets and pictures of a much younger him from when he was in the lower racing categories.
“You were cute here” he smiled as a red layer covered his cheeks.
“Well, do you want to sit down? I can put on a movie or something while I prepare the drinks” he muttered.
“Yeah, sure”. After a while he returns and sits next to you, fairly close to you, but not enough. Neither of you started a conversation at first, feeling a bit awkward. It’s him who breaks the silence.
“How is your artwork coming?” you turn to him to answer.
“I finished the piece I was working on when you visited, now I’m working on a personal piece.” he hummed and turned his gaze to the tv. A while after, you turn your head to discover him already looking at you. This man has to be interested in you, right? The looks he’s been giving to you since you’ve entered his apartment screaming “I’m thinking about fucking you right now”. He wouldn’t be smirking and staring at you if he didn’t want to sleep with you. But were you going to act on it? Hell no.
“So, you are a formula one driver” you stated.
“I am indeed” he answered.
“And how is it?” you asked, genuinely curious about it.
“Well, I’ve been racing all my life and formula one is the top of racing, so it feels like an actual dream but it also has its flaws. I don’t really like all of the press stuff and how paparazzis and magazines intrude into your private life, ” he said. You bite your lip while listening to him.
“If you don’t stop biting your lip like that I don't know how much more I could control myself” he mutters so quietly that you almost can’t hear him, but you do. Your eyes go wide as you freeze, watching how he licks his lips as he approaches you “God I want to fuck you so bad.”
All the breath leaves your body, heat rushing to your core. Your cheeks are bright red, heart shaking as you look at him.
He actually wants you. He wants to fuck you.
All you can do is look at him, muttering a quiet “George…” Before he is leaning over you, body pressing against yours, lips so close that you can feel his hot breath, hands gripping your chin. You can feel the slight hardness poking at your stomach so you look down briefly before looking into his eyes again.
George’s blue eyes stare into yours, watching your every movement. Your lips are practically brushing each other. And his hand goes to your hip, pressing you close to him. A moan escapes your mouth before his lips are fully into yours, silencing you.
It takes you a second to respond to the kiss. But then you feel his lips move against your and follow, kissing him with passion. Your hands come up to hold onto him. One pressing against his cheek and the other on the back of his head, so you can run it through his hair. He presses you harder against him as his other hand goes to your hair tugging it, leaving your neck uncovered, so he can start to kiss it and bite it.
He lets out a little moan when you pull his hair to bring your lips together again.
One of his hands moves up to your neck, wrapping around it and adding a light pressure. You take his bottom lip with your teeth , pulling back and biting down lightly before pulling away from his lips entirely.
He stares down at you, hand wrapped around your neck as you pant and whine, legs wrapped around him squeezing while you attempt to grind into him.
“Do you like it rough sweet girl?” A laugh escapes him, fingers pressing into your throat a little tighter for a moment, you moan out, nodding your head.
Right now you feel like you’ve never before, relinquishing all your control to George as your mind goes fuzzy and your pussy gets wetter.
Both of you moan when George grinds his cock straight into you, the friction scratching right against your clit.
He buries his head into your neck befores going upwars, his mouth coming to rest beside your ear.
“I’m going to take you into my room and I’m going to eat this pussy before fucking you raw. Is that alright darling?” your pussy clenches as and your head is nodding before he grabs you under your thighs and picks you up, walking through his apartment towards his bedroom.
You bounce on the bed when he throws you down, giggling while you lay there and stare at him.
He stands at the end of the bed, tall and imposing.
You watch as he takes off his t-shirt, his body skinny but full of muscle, wanting nothing more than to rip the rest of his clothes, but he is quicker as he grabs your legs and slides you down the bed.
“Do you want this sweetheart?” he stares down at you with a smirk, palming his erection through his trousers. You glance at him, nodding your head. “Words, darling”
“Yes,” you mutter.
“Yes what? Your eyebrows furrow, and you take a moment comprehending what you heard before you realise.
“Yes sir” you practically moan.
He lets out a groan at your words, hands rushing to undo your belt and take off your trousers, sliding them down your legs, leaving you in only your panties.
You’re grateful that you didn't choose to wear your teddy bear panties, maybe you knew that something like this could happen.
George moans when he sees your soaked underwear, a hand reaching your covered pussy. You whine and move your hips up, only hoping that he would do something else. “George…” Suddenly he is rushing to pull your pants down your legs, spreading them and throwing them over his shoulders as he kneels in front of you.
You lay there in anticipation as George lays open mouthed kisses on your thighs. He continues to tease you, coming closer to your core before moving away. Your whine at the teasing.
“So desperate for me, aren’t you?” When you look down at him, he’s still looking at you, lips puffy from all the kisses you shared. “If you beg me I might just consider going further love” he says before nipping the skin of your thigh.
Your legs tighten around his head “Please, George, please, I need it so bad”. He scoffs against your leg, a hand going up to caress your ass gently, before laying a smack onto it, making your hips buck into him.
“I don’t think I remember what I told you to call me, was it that?” He says sharply.
“Please sir…” you let out another whine as he licks a strip up your pussy, getting the attention you needed.
“You taste so good, sweet girl” he says before diving back and running his tongue all the way to your clit, sucking it.
You moan out, and your hands fly to tangle in his hair and pull. He lets out a moan and brings an arm to hold your hips down, continuing his duty.
You cannot stop moaning, a pressure building up your lower stomach as he continues with his torment.
He fucks you with his tongue, his nose digging into your clit, one of his hands harshly gripping onto your thighs as they rest on his shoulders. All you can do is look down and watch him, eyes almost closed because of the pleasure.
His hand releases your leg and comes to your pussy, one of your fingers sliding into it, making your grip on his hair tighten.
He puts another one not long after, curving both of them, hitting the spot that makes you see stars. He pulls his face away from you for a moment, his fingers still fucking you as he looks up at you, his chin covered in your slick. Your walls clench around his fingers, making him let out a laugh, motivating him to do it harder.
“Such a dirty little whore, aren’t you?” you tighten around his fingers as he says it, making him laugh again “You like that, don’t you? My little slut” you let out a moan indicating that you are going to come soon.
“I-I’m going to come” you stutter, not being able to form a coherent sentence.
“Yeah baby? Are you going to soak my fingers like the dirty girl you are?” you feel as he adds a third one, stretching you.
You moan as a confirmation, and he leans down again, sucking you hard as he continues pounding his fingers into you.
You feel your stomach pull tighter, as your release comes, moaning his name as you cum. Your legs shake, back arching as the pleasure invades you. That doesn’t make him stop, as he continues licking you through your orgasm.
He pulls away from your pussy, and lets his hand to his mouth, tasting your release as he lets out a moan.
He stands up fully, towering over you once again as you lay in bed, recovering from the orgasm that has just hit you.
You come back to earth as you feel him grab your waist and hike you up the bed, resting your head on one of the pillows that lies there. Then he dives down to connect your lips and your hands go up to wrap around his shoulders, nails digging into them. You continue to kiss as he grinds his erection over your pussy. You shake at the overstimulation, whining when his lips leave your mouth. You open your eyes to see him hovering over you, smirk on his face.
“From the moment I saw you I knew I had to ruin you” he says, eyes dark with lust. You moan at his words.
“Please fuck me George” you mutter, pulling him back down and kissing him fiercely. He pins your wrists to the bed, taking control.
He pulls away, releasing your arms and pulling you up so he can pull your shirt off, admiring your breasts in your bra before removing it. He pushes you back down and starts laying kisses across your chest until he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking it lightly and pinching the other one with his hand. You moan, your hips grinding on him and hands on his hair as he continues to lap at your breasts, switching between them.
He pulls away and stares at you for a moment, “I’m going to fuck you so hard” he says before pulling away undoing his pants so he can push them and his underwear down, revealing his cock to you.
He’s actually bigger than you expected, precum dripping from his tip. You can’t help but moan at the sight as your legs open on their own, almost like a reflex, exposing yourself to him again.
He laughs at your eagerness. “You don’t mind if I fuck you raw, do you, love?” you shake your head quickly.
“Please I need to feel you inside me” You whine, becoming desperate for him. He smirks at you as he climbs the bed, crawling on top of you, getting himself between your legs, dragging his cock across your wet folds, making you leave a moan as he brushes your clit.
He grabs your legs, pushing them up slightly as he holds himself up on top of you, guiding the tip to your hole, pushing it slightly.
Both of you moan, your back arched at the feeling and your eyes closed. But they shoot open when you feel George wrapping one of his hands around your throat, adding a light pressure “that’s right babygirl” he whispers “keep your eyes open for me”.
Then he begins pushing in, your walls squeezing him as you struggle to keep your eyes open, gasping.
He mumbles a “fuck” and keeps pushing in, hand squeezing your throat slightly.
“Oh George…” you whine when he bottoms out, him fully inside you.
The feeling is just amazing. The stretch of his dick and the feeling of his hand around your throat sends you into a state of bliss, making you struggle to keep your eyes open.
George is not much better, his eyes are also closed as he refrains himself not to start pounding into you like some kind of animal, wanting to give you a second to adjust to his size before fucking you fully.
His eyes are open when he hears you mutter a little “please”. And he looks at your face as you stare up at him, begging him to move and fuck you.
He doesn’t waste a second, pulling out of you before sliding back in.
You both moan at the same time and he begins pushing in and out of your cunt, picking up his pace.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and your hands come to grab his wrist as he continues to choke you, slowing your breathing in the most delightful way.
The coil is back on your stomach, this time faster than before. The feeling of his cock pushing against your walls is just as good as you had imagined, maybe even better.
You stare up at him as he pounds into you, his pace picking up as your eyes catch his. He slides the hand that was at your throat down your body until it reaches your clit, rubbing it.
“Open your mouth” he suddenly says. You can’t help but be confused, not really understanding why you should open your mouth, but you do it anyway. You watch as he spits in your mouth. “Swallow it”. You do it immediately, your pussy squeezing as he lets out a “good girl” after.
He lets out another moan before pulling out of you.
You whine at the emptiness, hands going to his arms before he’s grabbing you and flipping you over onto your stomach, grabbing your hips and pitching them up, hips in the air and face buried in the pillows.
George grabs onto your ass, kneading it before leaning down and biting you, spanking you after you let a little moan. “You’re just the perfect girl for me”. You hear him mutter before his hands go to your hips and he starts pushing his cock into you again, making you moan happily.
Now he goes pounding into you, pace fast and rough as he fucks you into the bed.
His cock glides in and out of you, the occasional smack on your ass as you moan out.
You feel so close to coming. “Harder George please!”, you call out, painting and gripping onto the sheets tight as his trusts get harder.
He grabs your hair, pulling until you’re leaning up on your knees, your back to his chest, hitting deeper with each thrust. You moan together, and you turn your face to his, your lips connecting in a sloppy but passionate kiss. Your hand cradles his head, the other grabbing his side, as he continues to fuck up into you.
You feel the coil tighten and tighten, bringing you closer to relief. And as if he had read your mind, George’s hand comes to your clit, making you cum all over him.
You moan loudly, body trembling as he continues to fuck you, your hand pullin his hair tightly, even louder when you feel the heat of his cum fill you as he comes inside of you, his own moans mixing with yours as he connects your lips again.
You keep kissing as you come down from your highs. Breaths steadying when you pull away from each other.
You stare into his eyes as he stares into yours, the both of you panting. A smile makes its way into your lips, one forming in his no long after. One of his hands comes to cradle the back of your head, pulling you into him to kiss you again.
He then slowly pulls his cock out of your pussy, making you whine at the feeling, already missing him. He gives you a short peck and helps you lay down on the bed before pulling away from you entirely.
“I’ll come back in a moment, love” he says. You nod and close your eyes as you feel the exhaustion creepin into you.
You don’t even know how long it went until George gets back. You feel him spread your legs a little before a wet cloth is cleaning away the cum that pools your pussy. You half open your eyes and watch him, a dizzy smile on your face at his caring actions.
He glances at you when he’s done, climbing back into bed next to you.
He pulls you into him, pulling you to rest onto his chest. You wrap your arm around him, squeezing harder when you hear his heart beating faster.
You feel him lean down and press a kiss to your head, sighing in contentment at the moment.
After what could have been hours but were just a few minutes settling after your littler encounter, you pull away from him a little bit, leaning up as you look at him, him looking back at you. A small smile rests on his face, and you lean forward to press a kiss to his lips, humming with joy as his lips press back.
When you pull away you look back at him.
It’s now or never.
“Would you go on a date with me?” you ask him, anxiety crippling.
He can’t help but laugh at your question.
“I’d love to go on a date with you”.
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Fly in the Night Trip
IZ*ONE/Soloist Jo Yuri & Male Reader
Word count: 417
Categories/warnings: fluff, loving relationship, alcohol
a/n: first fic! i wanted my debut to be a smut and planned a fic since two weeks before her birthday but i just couldnt bring myself to do it :( hopefully my next work is something closer to what i really want to write on this blog!
behind schedule sorry
sd card got fucked up
omw home rn
You, 10:58 pm
fried chicken beer pls
boyfie 😍😊💕, 10:59 pm
sure oppa. home 1130
You, 10:59 pm
ok see u love u baby
boyfie 😍😊💕, 11:00 pm
Your phone screen dims and dies. "Unnie, the fried chicken spot please?" Your manager hums and nods okay to the mirror at your request and you return your attention to the window. The lampposts fly past as you fight your drowsiness.
*bzzt bzzt*
You have received 40,000 KRW from boyfie 😍😊💕.
What an ass, won't even let you treat him when you're late getting home.
~~~
The lock slides away with a click. The door opens and he takes the pack of beers and box of chicken from you. "Go wash up. I'll save you your drumsticks." Place a hand on his cheek and pull him towards you. Your peck lands on his other cheek and he smiles.
~~~
"Sorry about tonight, Oppa." A burp escapes past your lips, relieving your tummy from a fair bit of pressure. "No worries, Yuri-yah," he says as he takes a sip from his own can. "I'm just glad you got home safe." You both turn back to the TV; try to ignore its unnecessary and unintelligible noises as well as the swelling of your heart. The alcohol's heat rises higher and higher, from your chest to your cheeks to your ears. Your head grows heavy, but a familiar hand guides it to lay on a sturdy shoulder. Within seconds, the world went dark.
~~~
Wake to his adorable light snoring. The moon shines high outside the nearly-totally curtained window. He shifts slightly, adjusts, and tightens his hold around your waist. Under the covers, the warmth of his leg between yours and his chest to your back provide comfort after a long day. Find his hand sandwiched by both of yours, and kiss his palm a thank you kiss.
Find his mercy in an unforgiving world. See his love speckled across a dark night. Fight the turbulence of people and schedules and things out-of-the-way, and fly into the bliss of a love that holds no debts.
In the morning, he will kiss you before getting up and cooking your favorite breakfast. You will stir much later, and when he finds you he will wrap you in his arms again. Think to yourself:
My hands on his cheeks,
our eyes respectfully closed,
my lips on his own.
He deserves nothing less.
~~~
a/n: this came out much nicer than i thought it would lol. i hope i can write better soon. thank you for reading!
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Daylight
Part: 4/?
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader
Category: Social Media au
Summary: Follow the love story of a global pop icon and a monegasque F1 driver
Face claim: Taylor Swift (Singing) + others
Masterlist
2019
It's no secret that the former power-couple's relationship ended with bad blood as cheating allegations regarding Neymar leaked in January of 2018. The pair announced their split on social media two weeks later. However, it seems as if the Brazilian is not ready to give up on his ex yet. He has posted multiple instagram posts using lyrics from her recent album Lover which the singer wrote about current boyfriend, F1 driver Charles Leclerc. We have yet to get a statement about this from Leclerc or L/N.
A post uploaded by Neymar last Thursday captioned: "I'll save all my dirtiest jokes for you, meu amor😘"
When asked about these posts the PSG star responded
"I will always love her and she is an amazing woman. I've made mistakes in the past but I will do everything in my power to right my wrongs"
The world is understandably shocked by this statement seeing how the pop-star is in a one year long relationship with Ferrari F1 driver Charles Leclerc and even wrote an entire album stating her love for him. The couple is one of the most popular celebrity couples today and the fans love their romantic interactions on social media and in the F1 paddock.
What do you think? Is this Neymar simply being jealous of the love Leclerc is getting both from Y/N and the fans or is he serious? Follow E!News for more updates.
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janelle_leclerzz: okay I get it Neymar. If I fumbled the bag that hard I would regret it too
y/nhouse: damn, Charles is really out here living my dream life😫
slaybastianvettel: the second pic🥵
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- safetycar92: OMG IT'S HUGE!!!
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eras_y/n: watch your back Neymar, watch your back😈
y/nwhereareyou: 10 MINUTES????
charles_leclerc: you❤️
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- yourusername: always am😇
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✤ New Year's Eve Fics ✤
A series of posts with the top five fics of each category by kudos plus five more hidden gems from that category! Remember to leave kudos and a comment on the fics you enjoyed to show your appreciation! You can find our other recs here.
- Top 5 H/L Fics -
1️⃣ You’ve Got My Devotion (Hate You Sometimes) by lucythegoosey / @harryrainbows {E, 95k}
Harry was in the biggest boy band in the world. He was also one half of the best (or worst, depends on who you ask) kept secret relationship in the music industry.
Now, almost five years on, after One Direction has broken up, and Harry and Louis' relationship has as well, a video threatens to put everything at risk.
One determined Irishman, a massive publicity stunt and two begrudging exes are all it takes to bring One Direction back to life and maybe, just maybe, Harry and Louis' mangled love life too.
Or: Harry and Louis are forced to fake-date after an old video from when they were dating emerges.
2️⃣ baby we could be enough (i'll make this feel like home) by orphan_account {M. 52k}
“Did you clean the table?” Harry asks Louis once Rose is done speaking, now occupied with trying to see if she can reach over and touch Harry’s hair from where she’s sat. At Louis’ nod, Harry frowns. “You didn’t have to do that. You’re my guests here, I could’ve dealt with it later.”
Louis just smiles easily, though, adjusting Rose on his lap so that she’s facing Harry better. She manages to tug on a loose wave of hair, and she makes a noise of triumph that both Louis and Harry smile at.
“I don’t mind,” Louis murmurs to Harry, even though he’s looking at Rose. “This one here seemed very excited to talk to you.”
And, okay. Harry can’t help but think of how domestic this feels, all of a sudden.
[harry is a photographer who's trying to find his place. louis is a single father with a smile that feels like home.]
3️⃣ Can’t Hide It, You Might As Well Embrace It by supernope {E, 67k}
Together since they were teenagers, Harry and Louis are professors at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They may also secretly be married.
4️⃣ And Touch Me Like You Never by runaway_train / @runaway-train-works {E, 35k}
“Lets move back a bit yeah?” Harry clutches at his waist with a free hand and tugs him to move through the crowd until they are almost at the back of the group and settles them both beside the far wall. “There. That better?”
Louis looks up at him, as if he’s a tad dazed. “Uh, yeah, thanks. Can’t really see much from back here either though.”
Harry lifts a shoulder and grins at him, placing a hand on the wall behind Louis to pen him in. “We’ll just have to create our own fireworks then, won’t we?” He says it jokingly with a wink, and Louis laughs but he seems nervous. He must know that Harry is harmlessly flirting. Harry flirts with everyone after all, including Louis.
“Do you think this is a good idea Haz?” Louis asks quietly, almost too quietly in the clamour of the room, his head bowed as he scuffs his shoe on the carpet.
“Stop over thinking it Lou, it’s one kiss. What’s the worst that could happen?”
Or The one where Harry and Louis agree to be each other's New Year's kiss and it ends up being a lot more than they bargained for.
5️⃣ six feet beneath the moon by @starseas {NR, 25k}
AU. takes place over one night. harry and louis meet at a going away party.
HIDDEN GEMS:
💎 like cranberries on a winter evening by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou {G, 57k}
Louis hates Christmas. With good reason, too. And no, he doesn’t want to talk about it.
When research for his next novel leads Louis to the website of a quirky little hotel in Northumberland, there is exactly one room available for the two weeks that Louis really wants to get away from his family.
Will the fairy lights, kind smiles, homemade pastries, and genuine friendships awaiting him in Harry Styles’ hotel be enough to cause Louis a change of heart?
💎 Never Walk Away (A Man Can Be Kind) by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove {T, 8k}
Louis and Harry have recently ended their three year relationship. But maybe a little holiday magic can bring them back together.
“I don’t know why you’re so nice to that louse,” Oli says as the taxi pulls away from the curb.Louis glances back through the window. Harry is still standing on the sidewalk, hands in his pockets, watching them go. “He’s not a louse,” he says absently.“He hurt you.”“I hurt him,” Louis replies. “And he didn’t mean to. It was inevitable. It’s not his fault. It is what it is.”Oli is silent for a long moment. At last, he sighs. “Someday you’re going to have to stop being afraid.”
💎 Rapture by @allwaswell16 {E, 3k}
It was New Year's Eve in Victorian London, and a lonely vampire could no longer resist the stunning lamplighter he watched night after night.
Or, a vampire Harry fic because what says the holidays like Victorian vampires?
💎 so c'mon c'mon (and dance with me baby) by theweightofmywords / @lil0 {NR, 3k}
Determinedly, he rushes back to where the DJ’s loud music can drown out his loud and racing thoughts, where there is free champagne, and where there is a kind man, hopefully, still waiting for him.
His chest unfurls with relief as he spots Harry, now with a martini in hand. He is standing steadfastly at their cocktail table, and Louis feels an odd sort of kinship when he sees his new friend. Harry straightens up as he sees Louis approaching.
“Did you find-”
“Let’s dance,” Louis cuts him off. Thankfully, Harry doesn’t ask questions.
Louis and Harry meet at a corporate holiday party, drink copious amounts of champagne, dance like fools, steal rich people's food, and possibly, just maybe, fall in love.
💎 Know What You Need by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense {E, 3k}
Harry always thinks he knows what he needs, but Louis knows better.
#ficrec#newyearseve#hlcreators#hljournal#trackinghappily#1dficvillage#nonsensedarling#theweightofmywords#allwaswell16#livelaughlovelarry#supernope#4ureyesonly28#starseas#runawaytrain#lucythegoosey
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I Wanna Know
pairing: jennifer jareau x cowgirl fem reader
category: fluff, hurt/comfort
warnings: none
word count: 792
summary: pt 2 of cowgirl AU
I shifted in JJ's arms while she spooned me. This was the fifth time she had visited me since we officially started dating. I don't think I've loved anyone more. "Baby where are you going?" She whined. I gazed out my window as the sunlight hit my naked body.
"I'm hungry. Want anything?"
"Cheetos?" I nodded and stood up, heading towards the door. "Hey wait a second." She sat up on her elbows. "Why are you so quiet?"
"I'm just tired hon."
"Baby I know you." She had a soft caring smile on her face. It was true. I think she had me figured out three months ago when we first met in that bar. Maybe it was the fact that she was a profiler or maybe it was our connection but she really knew me. "What's wrong?"
"You're going back home tomorrow."
"I am. But I'll be back in two weeks." She sat up fully now. "I come every other weekend. That was our agreement."
"I don't want you to go." My voice kept getting quieter. She sighed and got off the bed, walking towards me and grabbing my hands.
"We can text...and call...and FaceTime." She assured me. "What's got you all worried about this you've never talked to me about this before."
"I just...I don't like not seeing you." I sat down on the foot of the bed as she stood between my legs, stroking my hair.
"I don't like not seeing you either."
"Am I wasting my time here?" JJ's brows furrowed at my question.
"What do you mean baby?" She knelt down between my legs, rubbing my thighs.
"I wanna know I'm not talking to...having sex...and falling in love with someone who's just gonna find another girl up in Quantico." JJ sighed and gave me a sympathetic look. "I wanna know whether I'm just a fling you found in a bar or if you actually wanna be with me."
"I wanna be with you. Baby you have no idea how much I wanna be with you." She sympathized. "If you were just a fling why would I fly across the whole country twice a month just to be with you?"
"You do that all the time. It's normal for you." She shook her head.
"Baby...baby no." She held my face in her hands. "You've gotta stop thinking like that. I come here because I want to spend time with you, because I want to be with you. Not just for sex."
"I don't wanna only see you twice a month though." I sniffled, tears falling down my face.
"Well...what about the weekends I don't come here you come up and visit me?"
"I don't have the money to do that."
"I'll pay for your ticket." She whispered, kissing my nose.
"You don't have to do that-"
"I want to though." She caressed my cheeks. "I'll buy you a ticket to DC for next weekend, ok?" I sniffled and nodded. "Now let's go get that food you wanted." She led me to my kitchen and took out my bag of Cheetos. I got a party size every other week just for her. "What do you want?"
"Mac n cheese."
"I'll make it for you."
"Jayje you don't have to do that. It's my house."
"But you're sad. Sad people deserve their mac n cheese cooked for them." I giggled and went back to the bedroom to put on some clothes.
"So...if you're serious about wanting to be in this relationship." I started. JJ looked back at me as she stirred the noodles. "What would we do for moving in together?"
"That's something we can figure out later." She assured me.
"Cause Texas is my home and you shouldn't leave your job because it's one of the best jobs in the world and you're an elite-"
"Baby calm down. Your brain is looking for things to go wrong." She raised her brows. "We can talk about it when the time comes, ok? For now let's just enjoy each other's company and take the next step forward. Don't think 20 steps ahead." I nodded, that sounded better than overthinking.
"Sorry."
"Don't apologize." She poured my mac n cheese into a bowl and handed it to me. "Here you go."
"Thank you."
"No problem." She gazed at me and I knew she could see the wheels turning in my head. "Come here." She pulled me onto her lap so I was straddling her and the first thing I realized was that her lap wasn't as wide as a horse saddle. I smiled softly at the thought and then let her arms envelop me.
"I'm gonna miss you when you go."
"I'm gonna miss you too but it's gonna be ok, I promise."
#x reader#criminal minds#jennifer jareau#jennifer jareau x reader#wlw post#lgbtq#jennifer jareau x you
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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)
Warnings: Not much, being ill, talk of periods, Jake Seresin being too fucking perfect, fluff
Word Count: 2.8k
Summary: The double whammy of being on your period and having a cold puts a wrench in your plans to go out with Jake. He surprises you in the best way in showing how caring he can be.
I needed some Jake fluff after having to deal with finally getting COVID this past week.
Part of the Jake and Elsa Universe
Masterlist
Closed for Renovations
Jake: Hey doll. When can I pick up your fine ass tonight?
You: This fine ass has got to bail. Double whammy of lady parts closed for renovations and I've got a cold. You probably don't want to hang around this mess.
Jake: Is closed for renovations a clever way of telling me you're on your period?
You: Yes
Jake: Let me restate the question, what time do I show up on your doorstep with Mama Seresin's famous chicken noodle soup, chocolate, and other reinforcements?
You: You're serious?
Jake: As a heart attack or in this case a period cramp
You chuckle as you read Jake's latest message. You're surprised that Jake is all in on spending time with you while you're both sick and on your period. Most of your past boyfriends gave you a wide berth when Shark Week was upon you, some finding it "gross" or "weird". As annoying as it was, it was also an easy way to gauge the maturity and long term potential of any guy. Right now Jake was pulling into a very clear first place.
It's still early on in your relationship, a few weeks after the craziness that brought you together. New enough that you're still encountering a lot of firsts and navigating the intimate details of a blooming relationship. Your period being one of them.
You: I stayed home sick today, any time is good for me.
Jake: I'll swing by after work with ingredients.
You: Sounds great.
Jake: You're great
You: 🙄❤️☺️💋
With that settled you turn back to your cup of tea and trashy reality TV. Somewhere along the line you must have fallen asleep because you awake to a gentle knocking on your door and the TV screen asking if you're still watching. You sit up abruptly, realizing Jake is here and your house looks like a NyQuil commercial with tissues and every kind of tea imaginable strewn out on the counter.
Resigning yourself to the mess you peel yourself off the couch to answer the door and let Jake into the house. When you open the door, Jake is holding two large grocery bags filled with food and has his phone pinched between his ear and his shoulder.
He mouths,
"Sorry," just before he speaks into the phone.
"Yes, Mom, I got the fresh thyme, although I think Elsa has some growing on her patio. Speaking of which, I'm at her house…"
He nods agreeing with his mom on something,
"Yes, she is…someday, yes, love you too, Mom. Thanks for the help."
A small smile creeps on your face as you listen to the exchange between Jake and his mom, his love apparent for her. You reach out and take one of the bags from Jake so he can hang up the phone to come inside.
"Talk to you later, Mom," he says as he follows you into the kitchen.
Just as you place the bag of groceries down, Jake comes up behind you and gives you a hug and kiss on the cheek.
"How ya feeling, El?"
"Okay," you respond, obviously congested.
"How about I get you another cup of tea, and you can keep me company while I make my Mom's literal county fair winning chicken soup," Jake offers putting the kettle back on the stove. You sit at the bar and watch Jake as he unpacks ingredients from the bags.
"County fair winning? That's still a thing in Texas?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.
He laughs,
"Yes, it is and it's serious business. My grandma is still peeved at her neighbor for taking the 'good apples' from the tree that grew on both their ranches and winning in the apple pie category, 30 years ago."
The kettle whistles and Jake holds up the box of lemon tea next to the stove in question. You nod and he prepares a cup of tea and slides it across the counter.
"Thank you, so do I get to know the secret if you're making it in my kitchen?" you ask.
He grins,
"If I told you, I'd have to kill you. But you can watch."
With all the soup ingredients on the counter Jake hauls two last items out of the bag.
"I didn't know if you were a milk chocolate or a dark chocolate fan, so I got some of each," he offers, holding up two giant chocolate bars.
"Oooh," you coo, "What if I said white chocolate was my favorite?"
Jake grimaces slightly,
"Is it?"
"Haha, no. I don't consider it real chocolate and reserve it only for foofy lattes from Starbucks," you reply, his facial expressions easing.
"That's good, that could have been a deal breaker," he laughs.
"Gimme, please," you say, pointing to the dark chocolate bar.
"A woman of sophisticated tastes," he teases, handing you the bar.
"Don't spoil your appetite," he admonishes, pulling a cutting board out of the cupboard. He dons one of your aprons over his khakis. Jake prepares tidy rows of carrots, celery, and onion as he talks with you about his day.
Soon, savory smells are wafting through your kitchen as Jake pours the rest of the chicken stock over the neatly chopped vegetables.
"This is where it goes to the next level," Jake says, piquing your interest.
"Do you have flour, eggs, milk, salt, and a rolling pin?" he asks.
You nod and direct him around the kitchen.
He takes the flour and scoops out some into a bowl following it with two eggs, a dash of salt, and some milk. Using a fork, he stirs the ingredients into a shaggy dough. He sprinkles more flour on the counter and turns out the ball onto the counter. Flouring up his hands he kneads the ball for a few minutes. The way his strong hands and forearms push and pull at the dough sends your cold medicine addled, and apparently lust filled, mind in a different direction. You've never wanted to be a ball of dough more in your life right now.
"That has to rest for a few minutes. More tea?" Jake asks, smirking, as he breaks you out of your naughty daydream.
"Yes,..umm, tea. Please," you stutter.
"What are you making?" you finally ask as Jake heats up the kettle again.
"Homemade egg noodles for the soup," he answers, nonchalantly.
"Homemade noodles? Wow."
"I said it was next level," he replies back.
"That is next level. No one has ever gone to homemade pasta level for me before," you answer, in awe of this amazing man in your kitchen. Jake turns around from the stove and the kettle, a wistful look on his face. He walks across the kitchen and slides his hands around yours where they rest on the counter. He leans over to kiss your forehead sweetly.
"That is a travesty, because you are definitely worth the effort, you are homemade noodles worthy, El," he says, so earnestly it makes you tear up a little and laugh at the same time. (Which you can only blame on the hormones of your period only partially.)
"If I knew how to make homemade noodles I'd make them for you Jake Seresin," you say.
"My nonna would be happy to teach you, but you'll just have to watch and learn for now," he breezily says, taking the rolling pin to the pile of dough. You tuck the mention of his Nonna and presumably meeting her and what all that means into the back of your brain to think about later. He pushes and pulls on the pin, flattening the dough out to a thin layer before he slices it up into skinny noodles. Jake grabs the mass and slides them into the boiling soup.
"Just a little bit longer," he says, working to clean up as you wait for the soup. You watch him contentedly as you sip your tea, enjoying his form and just how comfortable he is in your kitchen wearing a frilly floral apron. A gift from Beth when one unremarkable boyfriend broke up with you because,
"All he really wanted was a housewife, not someone more ambitious than him." Beth had written in the card, "Goodbye to the bastard, be your own trophy wife." You smile at the memory, a reminder of how much your relationship with Jake is better than anyone before him.
A few minutes later, Jake ladles out the steaming soup and slides a bowl over the counter to you. Inhaling the wonderful smelling steam in through your congested nose it almost feels magical the way it opens up your airways.
"This smells amazing," you gush, happy to be able to breathe again. He sits down on the stool next to you, his body turned towards yours so his legs can tangle with yours.
You lift the spoon up, heaping with noodles, vegetables, and some chicken to gently blow on it, trying to cool it down. Jake is watching you intently and hasn't taken a bite yet waiting for your reaction. Finally satisfied that you're not going to burn your tongue, you take the much anticipated first bite and it is perfect.
A fresh burst of herbs, the salty savory stock, and then the buttery smoothness of the noodles are all perfect. You close your eyes, it's that good.
"Wow, this is so good," you gush, enjoying the slight blush and sudden shyness on Jake's face.
"No wonder your mom won the county fair."
"I'm glad you like it, eat up. It's practically medicinal," he urges you. You hum in agreement and savor the delicious soup, your appetite finally ignited for the day. You and Jake sit in comfortable silence finishing your meal.
You go to stand up to clear the bowls, trying to feel useful, when a familiar stab of pain shoots through your torso from back to front.
"Ahhh, shit," you groan, collapsing over your belly and crossing your arms. Jake stands up immediately, concern on his face,
"El, are you okay?"
You stand up, still grimacing,
"Yeah, fine, just Aunt Flo being a bitch."
Jake smiles gently and rubs your back,
"You've got a lot of witticisms for being on your period. You need some painkillers or a heating pad?"
The mention of a heating pad makes you light up with hope and then immediately scowl when you remember that it broke last month and you haven't had a chance to replace it.
"I've got some ibuprofen in the bathroom, but I forgot to get a new heating pad," you inform Jake, glumly. Jake's face lights up,
"I've got just the thing then," he says, rubbing your back one last time before he steps away and grabs the last grocery bag. He holds up a box of heating pad patches.
"I wasn't sure you had a heating pad and I've used these for muscle strains before…," he trails off talking as he takes in your face. You are definitely full-on crying, like maybe ugly crying, you can't believe this is your life.
"El, are you okay?" he asks, gently pulling you into his arms, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," you sniffle into his uniform shirt, trying to avoid the ribbons, thinking those would be a bitch to clean snot out of,
"You," you add.
Jake laughs, his sense of confidence unfazed by your comment,
"Me, I'm what's wrong? What are you thinking sweetheart?" he asks, tightening his arms around you as he starts to slightly sway in a comforting way. Another gentle kiss to your temple makes you sob a little.
"How are you so amazing? You cooked for me, brought me two kinds of chocolate, and brought back up heating pads. I bet there's both Tylenol and Advil in the bag, too."
He chuckles and you can feel him nodding in agreement. You lean back and wipe your eyes,
"I'm just a little overwhelmed, no one's ever really taken care of me like this…wanted to more importantly. Like I don't deserve this. Oh my God, I'm so sorry for crying." Jake reads the panicked look on your face and pulls you back as you try to retreat,
"Listen to me, El. You are worth every bit of effort, every bit. You understand?" he asks, sincerely waiting for your response. You nod, not sure what to say.
"Not to disparage your past taste in men, but they sound like they fucking sucked. I can't complain that they didn't realize what a treasure you are, because I got the chance to show you."
You sniff, taking a deep breath to get your emotions under control.
"More importantly, you're the first woman that I've ever wanted to take care of, be there for you. Make you see your true worth. You make me want to be a better man, El. I love you," Jake says, earnestly his eyes imploring you to believe him. You meet his gaze and stare back into those intense green eyes for a few seconds before closing your own for a second to stem the tears.
"Okay, Jake. I love you so much. So much it overwhelms me sometimes. God, I'm such a mess today, hormones and viruses are not being kind to me today," you say to Jake wiping away the tears.
"It's okay, El. You're my mess and that's what matters. I'll be here to take care of you when it gets messy, always," Jake reassures you, his arms still wrapped around you. You rest your head on his chest, letting his love envelop you.
"How about this?" he asks as you look up, "Grab some Advil, wash your face, and I'll get one of those heating pads, some chocolate, and we can snuggle up on the couch and watch whatever cheesy rom com or trashy reality TV you want. I'm gonna change into some sweats, okay?"
"Sounds perfect, although you might regret giving me carte blanche over our viewing choices."
"Never."
The rest of the night is spent cuddled up on your couch with Jake watching Pride and Prejudice. Between the warmth of Jake's embrace, the Advil, and the cozy heating patches you fall asleep not too long into the movie. You're awoken by a quick succession of text notification sounds. Jake puts his phone down when he sees you awake.
"Let's head to bed, El," he whispers, kissing your temple. You nod sleepily and he scoops you up bringing you to bed. The last thought you have before you fall asleep again with Jake wrapped around you is that for a day that started kind of terrible it has ended up kind of perfect.
Bonus Content Jake's Text Convo with his Mom.
@kmc1989
@starswholistenanddreamsanswered
@mayhemmanaged
@callmemana
@dempy
@hangmanscoming
@lanie-k
@callsign-viper
@senjoritanana
@djs8891
@atarmychick007
@memoriesat30
@midnightmagpiemama
@mygyn
#top gun maverick#hangman#hangman fanfiction#jake seresin fanfiction#top gun fanfiction#hangman x you#jake hangman seresin x reader#jake hangman seresin x you#jake seresin x you
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Notes on therapist selection
(From someone who is getting a good grade in Having a Therapist, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve)
Some friends were discussing their work to find a therapist today, and I noticed some unspoken assumptions that can sometimes get in the way of finding someone who's a good fit for your recovery needs, especially around deciding what specializations to look for when no one covers the full range of your crazy. So a list of things to think about that -- as always -- may or may not be useful to anyone except me.
1) On overlapping specializations
Anyone who specializes in ADHD or Autism will also have experience dealing with trauma, because every school system I've ever encountered has been traumatizing for NDs. They may or may not call it trauma in their own minds, but they know how to handle "a bad thing happened in my past and it's fucking up my present" problems.
Likewise, everyone who specializes in trauma has experience with anxiety. PTSD was, until 2013, classified as an anxiety disorder. DSM-V puts it in its own category for presumably good reasons, but everyone with PTSD has anxiety (or close enough that you can't specialize in trauma without knowing how to deal with anxiety).
That said ...
2) On picking your therapist based on vibes
Vibes are really more important than specialization. Specialization is important if, like, you have one (1) specific problem and you are looking for a solution for that problem. Like, if your life is fine except that you have ADHD and the executive dysfunction is causing you to be unable to write English essays, then you definitely want an ADHD specialist. But if your opening session is going to be
Therapist: So what brings you in?
Me: Well! -straightens lapels- -pulls out easel- -pulls out prepared presentation notes- I have a list
Or
Therapist: So what brings you in? What changes are you looking to make?
Me: This -gestures-
Therapist: You just pointed to all of you
Me: Yes.
then any generic psychologist is as good as any other. You got shit in your head and you gotta detangle it and it's all snarled together anyway, so it's a lot more important that you find someone who you're willing to be working with for years.
3) On finding "the one"
Odds are really really good that you're gonna have more than one therapist in your recovery arc. I did 2 years with one who specialized in psychological impacts on physical health, and it did so. much. for me, and I don't regret it for a moment, but also ... I reached a point where that wasn't the specialization I needed anymore, and also the shit in my head I needed to deal with was the kind of shit that (for trauma reasons) I couldn't talk about to someone in that therapist's demographic. So I left that practice, and found my current therapist.
My current therapist is great, and I'm really glad I'm working with him, but it's entirely possible that he's not going to be able to sort out this entire mess. We may reach a point where his specialties of relationships and adhd are not my bottlenecks any more, and he doesn't really have the tools he needs to handle what my next bottleneck is, and I'll go find someone else who can meet my needs at that time. This is normal and expected, and it's entirely fine to plan on it by (for example) deciding that you want a specialist in this thing right now, and you'll go find a specialist in this other thing later.
4) On Shopping
It's entirely reasonable to have more than one therapist this week. You are in no way expected or required to pick a single therapist based off of some profile pictures, a bio on the website, and a phone call, and then you're stuck with them forever. It is normal and understood that you will set up appointments with half a dozen therapists, and then pick two (or three) to do another session with, before settling into a single choice. Or don't! If you like two therapists for different reasons, and you'd rather work with them simultaneously instead of serially, then feel free to schedule with twice as many therapists, half as often. This ain't a wedding; you don't have to restrict yourself to only one.
Narrow down your choices as quickly as you want to based on your anxiety about not having a decision, based on your executive dysfunction and inability to track multiple things, based on how you feel about each one ... but don't narrow them down to one just because you think that's "the rules", somehow.
5) On Being Abrasive
If you know, upfront, what some of your dealbreakers are, just straight-up say that as you're scheduling the appointment or in the first session. My last therapist became a problem for me because she expressed empathy in a way that was too similar to the way my abuser used weaponized politeness to deny me boundaries; I couldn't talk to her about my violations because her demeanor was too similar to the person who violated me. So when I first talked to my current therapist, I told him, "I need someone who, if they think I'm full of shit, will say 'I think you're full of shit.'" He replied "One of my other clients calls me 'Deadpool'." I said, "Perfect. Let's give it a shot."
So if you really care that someone will let you schedule appointments online, or will never touch your wrist, or will treat your "disorder" as a neurodivergence to be accommodated rather than a problem to be solved, then say so. The sooner you both know that, the better: if you have particular needs, they need to know that now; and if they're not willing to meet your needs, YOU need to know that now.
(You will not, of course, always know your dealbreakers upfront. When I picked my first therapist, my primary problem was hip pain, and I didn't know it was PTSD. It was through her help that I realized that (a) I had trauma and (b) she was way too like my abuser for me to treat PTSD with her. This was not a failure. This was a massive success, because learning that was what allowed me to find someone who could help me (see point #3). It's fine if you don't know, right now, what you need -- that's part of why vibes are so important (see point #2). But whatever information you can give them, it is helpful to do so, and (despite what people in your past have implied) it is not rude, it is beneficial and desired.
6 - not advice, just a reminder
You are beautiful and brave and strong and I am so proud of you for fighting through all the shit -- both internal and external -- to get yourself help. No one ever talks about how hard it is to get to the point where you schedule that first meeting with that first therapist, and I want you to know that it is painful, it is challenging, and you're not lazy or stupid or whatever other lie your brain is telling you.
#therapy#how to life#how to recovery#long post#recovery#trauma cw#abuse cw#mental illness cw#gpoy#PTSD cw
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*cracks knuckles* They're definitely idiots to lovers but as in they're idiots and they become lovers, not as in "oblivious to the other's extreme attraction until a climatic moment"
Who was the one to propose? I want it to be Soap so badly but also think it'd be very on brand for them/their relationship if Gaz also proposed. I'm talking like the Spiderman meme where they point at each other when they realize and then they laugh and neither can even say yes, they try to kiss but they're both still laughing too hard. It's just such a beautiful mental image that I have right now :')
Who stressed more over wedding planning? Gaz. Gaz a thousand times over. Soap is experienced with weddings and wedding planning (he has so many in-law siblings and almost all of his cousins his age/older are married.) but Gaz doesn't have any experience with even being at a wedding, much less planning his own.
Who decorated the house? Gaz. He's got style and taste, but he a hundred percent uses a lot of Soap's artwork :)
Who does the cooking? Soap. He was taught and raised well by such a large family that food was just a staple of his upbringing.
Who is more organized? Hot take? Soap is the more organized one. He's a demo expert, yes, but those things are fucking dangerous! He may not be cleaner necessarily, but he knows certain things CANNOT mix, and he got so into the habit of putting things into separate categories that it just carried over into civilian living.
Who suggested kids first? Soap, jokingly. But in terms of who was serious when suggesting it? Gaz. Soap had made a comment about "what if we had one?" while at a MacTavish family event and pointing at a little niece/nephew of his as a joke. Gaz had to play along with it but internally he was flipping out. He brings up the conversation of kids as a serious topic a few weeks later.
Who's the cuddler? Both are very physically affectionate. But in terms of 'must be touching you at all times?' it's Gaz. Soap runs hot I feel like, so especially at night he doesn't really want cuddles but Gaz is like "too bad you're stuck with me >:) "
Who's big spoon/little spoon? Gaz is big spoon at night, but during the day when cuddling on the couch or something it's Soap
What's their favorite non-sexual activity? Museum dates. Gaz is such a little nerd and Soap loves art. Museum dates are perfect for them, cause it's something calm and beautiful, there's an opportunity for Gaz to get a new book or something, and for a desert afterwards.
Who comes home drunk at 3am? I wanna say Soap. He's just such a golden retriever that if a bunch of their friends are hanging out at bars, he's right there with them. Gaz is there, too, but he doesn't usually drink to drunkenness like Soap does.
Who kills the spiders? Gaz. It's not that Soap is afraid of them but he argues that it's best if he and the spider remain on opposite sides of the room. Gaz doesn't give a flying fuck
Who falls asleep first? Depends. If it's during a late-night movie in their flat, it's Soap. Gaz gets too invested in every movie they watch so he can never fall asleep first. But if it's right when they go to bed, it's usually Gaz cause Soap needs to do something like doodle/journal for a bit to calm his mind before he can.
A headcanon: Trying to decide if I want to keep this SFW or just go the nasty route... I'll keep it safe for now. They do pretty much everything together, especially on base. They just love each other's company so much and both thrive off social interaction so it's like a win-win. They'll workout together, they eat together, they go grocery shopping together. They're such an iconic duo it's hard to ignore the fact they're together. ALSO, I fully believe Soap is just whipped for Gaz's smile/laugh (aren't we all?) that he does everything in his power to see it/hear him laugh. Even if Gaz's 'laugh' is just a bunch of wheezing punctuated by laughing sounds, Soap still finds it so beautiful. Anything he can do to make Gaz smile/laugh was worth doing
Do they have any rituals? Gaz is the one with the most rituals, so to speak. He's got a whole skin care routine (that he dragged Soap into), he's got some pretty good oral hygiene. Soap has a whole morning ritual that is far too complicated for Gaz's understanding. It's about how he makes his coffee and it's one of the most bizarre things Gaz has ever witnessed.
Who has the most patience? Probably Gaz. Even though, in the field, they're both patient (they're both snipers and Soap is a demo man, both roles require a lot of physical patience), Soap is pretty short-tempered when it comes to most other things. Like, physically, he's patiently waiting for something, but when you listen to him talking to Gaz, it's just complaining about how bored/impatient he is. It takes a lot to get Gaz genuinely angry at something, which is not to say he's going from 0-100 in these instances. He's definitely showing he's annoyed at everything, but whether he actually acts on it or not is the determining factor of his patience.
A gif that describes their relationship: I actually really like this one. It's just *sighs* I don't know but it's SoapGaz in my heart
#I am too obsessed with these two me thinks#I might just be a SoapGaz truther /joking#'/joking' Unless??#I don't know I feel very sick right now so *shrugs*#soapgaz#gazsoap#gaz x soap#soap x gaz#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#cod mw2#call of duty#soapgaz headcanons#141 headcanons#cod headcanons#snootles's askbox#snootles answers
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It wasn’t uncommon to find a strange structure out on the sea. Ships sunk in shallower waters and coral grew far out of the waves. There were multiple ways the same route could be different from one day to the next. Gem didn’t think this was normal.
She peered out of her cabin window, watching the sea crash around a blue-ish, barely even visible bit of… stone? coral? She couldn’t really tell. She’d gone out to this spot plenty of times throughout her life, growing up catching fish from these waters, yet this was new to her, unfamiliar.
Gem gripped the steering wheel, putting the boat on course for home. She could deal with this later when she didn’t have a boat’s worth of fish sitting out in the hot sun.
The rest of Gem’s day went by as usual: sell fish, keep up with friends, keep the lighthouse in check, etcetera. Still, she couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d found. Something called her to it, something deep in her subconscious, begging her to explore. To know.
Gem sat up in her bed, rubbing her eyes. She could already see the sunlight peeking out around the edges of her curtains. Had she really not been able to sleep at all? Well, there was no sleeping now; she’s got a routine to stick to. The lighthouse keeper begrudgingly stood from her bed, deciding to get ready for the day. Funnily enough, a knock resounded through the house as she fastened the last button of her coat. Perfect timing, she supposed.
On the other side of the door was a sight she’d grown quite familiar with over this past week and a half. A thick red sweater accompanied by dark, dark eyes stood out from the monotonous background.
“Oh! Hi, Grian,” Gem greeted him as friendly as she could muster for the hour. She hadn’t been expecting visitors this early in the morning. Even Pearl wouldn’t be awake at this time!
“Where did you see the monument?” Grian asked, with Gem finding a hint of desperation hidden in the man's voice.
“What?” The fishmonger was taken aback by his question. No "hi," no “hello," no nothing? What was he even talking about?
"The monument," he repeated as if that would help her understand. Seeing her only stare at him blankly, he groaned, rubbing his hands down his face. "The thing you found on the ocean yesterday, the monument."
"Oh, that thing?" Gem raised an eyebrow. "How do you even know about that?" She was certain that she hadn't even seen Grian yesterday, let alone had she told him about what she'd seen out on the water.
His eyes darted to the sea before fixating back on Gem. "Don't worry about it."
She was definitely worrying about it.
"Listen," Grian trained his eyes somewhere past her head, twiddling with his sweater sleeves, "just tell me where it is. Please?" He tacked on, almost as an afterthought.
Something in Gem's gut begged her not to tell him anything, but she squished it down. She trusted Grian not to do anything horrible. Mostly. "I'm not sure I could really give directions-"
"Could you take me?" The hope in his voice surprised her. She'd never seen him in this high of spirits before.
Gem bit her lip, shifting on her feet. She glanced at the river, at Grian's fishing hut. It was overflowing with barrels upon barrels of fish, rods, and other junk he'd pulled up nearly nonstop. She sighed. "Yeah, I'll take you."
The fisherman's face lit up, a wide grin blooming on it. "Oh- thank you, Gem!" He surged forward to grab her hand, shaking it violently. "Let me go grab my things!"
Before she could get another word in, she'd been released, stumbling across her porch just to watch him run off. She stood up straight once more, brushing her overcoat down. Weird.
Sailing with the Brit was surprisingly smooth. She'd gone out on the sea with many people over the years for multiple different reasons, yet Grian seemed to be one of the few in the “more experienced than most” category. While she may not have needed help with navigation, he made sure to keep himself busy by cleaning a good bit of her equipment, which the sailor greatly appreciated.
Time passed quickly, and soon she could hear a muffled "Land ho'!" shouted from outside the captain's cabin.
Sure enough, the strange building from yesterday sat in the same place she’d seen it in last time. It seemed more... visible than it was before. Maybe her eyes were playing tricks on her before?
Gem turned to Grian, who'd already gotten to work untying his shoes for whatever reason. "So..." she trailed off, "what are you planning to do here, exactly? You said this was a monument?"
He hummed in confirmation. "Yup! I'm hoping there might be something I'm looking for down there."
"Wait-" Gem pushed back from the railing she'd been leaning on, eyeing him up and down. "You're going in it?"
Grian stood up, setting his shoes aside. "Yeah?" He looked confused. "I can deal with it, they shouldn't be that hard to take care of."
Gem elected to ignore who "they" were. "No, no- you can't-"
"Bye!" She barely registered him jumping, a sizable splash erupting from the waves.
Gem ran to the rail, leaning over to find him already swimming down. "Grian!" Oh no. This was bad. She hastily started to unbutton her coat and take off her boots. Why did he have to go into what was surely a death trap and have her drag him out? She threw her garments to the floor of the boat, hardly thinking as she jumped off the side.
She pried her eyes open, stinging from the salty water. She couldn’t see much through the bubbles she’d made, but could see the bright red of Grian's sweater swimming farther and farther away. God, did she wish could scream at him from under the water.
Gem kicked after him, following him deeper and, consequently, further into the strange monument-building-thing. The inside was made of the same blue-green material she’d seen before, all twisting and turning in ways that didn’t make sense to her. Grian didn’t stop swimming, even once inside, so she continued on after him. At least it was lit up, she supposed.
The corridors were like a maze, and she quickly lost her sense of direction despite her best efforts. Panic swelled in her lungs, crying out for oxygen. She swears, if she drowns in here, she’s coming back to life and killing Grian herself.
Luckily, the never-ending hallways eventually opened into a room. Weirdly enough, it was completely devoid of water. She surfaced into the air pocket, crawling onto the floor, gasping and spluttering.
“What-” she heaved, “is wrong with you?” Grian stood next to her, wringing seawater out of his sweater. “How are you completely fine?”
The man shrugged. “Wasn’t a problem for me.”
Gem groaned, flopping onto her back. Her skin brushed against the weirdly scratchy and rough flooring, grimacing at its texture. “What is this place again?”
“Ocean monument,” he responded like it was the easiest thing in the world to deduce.
“Yeah, yeah, definitely know what that means, not cryptic at all,” she grumbled sarcastically.
No response came her way.
She glared at him. She was trying so hard to be nice and make friends with Grian, but god did he make that difficult sometimes. “Could you at least tell me what you’re doing here?”
A devious grin spread across his face as he turned to look at her. “Exploring, of course!”
She was gonna kill him.
She didn’t end up killing him.
As it turned out, the place was just as empty as it had been when they entered. In one of the many air pockets they found throughout the temple, Grian commented that it was uncommonly peaceful. She didn’t want to think about what that implied.
They kicked around the place a bit longer before deciding to give up. It didn’t seem like there was anything of note beside the oceanic stone, which Gem decided to harvest a bit of at a later date when she had the right equipment.
Right as they were about to leave, in the last air pocket, they finally encountered something. Gem entered first, taking a big gasp of air, and paused when she saw it. On the far wall, a slimy, squishy creature with a large shell sat suctioned onto the stone, leaving a trail of slime from where it had been inching along. A snail? It was huge for a snail, if it was one, about the size of the average dog.
Grian let out a sharp gasp when he spotted the unusual creature. Before she could warn against it, he rushed to the snail and pried it off the wall with a loud POP. “Can we keep it?” He asked, cradling the thing lovingly in his arms.
She blinked at him in shock. This was probably the happiest she had ever seen him. Besides, it wasn’t like she had any say in the matter, as he’d already claimed the thing as a pet and dived back into the water. Gem couldn’t find any reason to tell him not to.
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Silver springs
pairing: eddie munson x reader
summary: you and eddie broke up a week ago. a tragic story of how you fell in love and how it fell apart
warnings: swearing, mean!eddie, all the feels, steve and robin being the best friends ever, i think one use of y/n
category: angst with a happy ending (??)
3.5 K + words
italics mean flashback
“You at least have to come out and eat” my best friend, Robin yells out from the other side of the door. I groan and smush my face into my pillow. I hear footsteps outside the door, I'm guessing Steve decided to pop by and try his attempts to get me to leave my room.
“How is she doing?”I hear Steve ask and Robin sighs “Not good obviously”, “Seriously? They've been broken up for a week?” he says, causing Robin to scoff “That's rich coming from the guy who was hung up on his ex for over two years”, “that's not fair”, the two start bickering causing me to yell “can you two shut up!”
Steve picks the door lock with a quarter and bursts in clumsily. I groan and smush my face back into my pillow. “That's enough of that, time to get up”, he pulls me out of bed and I fall to the floor, knocking over a picture on my bedside table. I huff and pick up the picture. I look at it with my heart stopping
I did not want to be here, the bar was not my favorite place, especially the hideout, it always smelt like body odor and desperate old men, but robin got her first fake ID, courtesy of steve and decided tonight would be the perfect night to go.
Steve comes to out table with our three beers in his hand, he sits down and I slap his arm “idiot, im driving” I scold and he shrugs “more for me I guess” causing Robin to laugh “dingus” She sing songs
A loud bass rings out through the bar and I whip my head around to look at the band that's playing.
His magnetic force enchants me. I immediately notice his hair, he's beautiful, his aura radiates magic I've never seen before.
Steve notices my staring and laughs “you've got it hot for the freak”, I snap out of my trance “who?” I ask rhetorically, “Eddie Munson ring a bell?” Robin asks and I nearly spit out my water “that's Eddie munson? When did he get hot”, “probably during his 5th senior year” steve laughs and robin hits him “it's only been 2 you jackass”
Their set ends and I excuse myself to get a glass of water. I walk up to the bartender, “hi can I get a water please”, “make that two waters” a voice beside me says and the bartender nods.
I look beside me to see Eddie, I smile “hi”, he returns the smile and returns the hello. “Your set tonight was amazing” I compliment and his cheeks lightly redden “thank you.”
The bartender places our waters in front of us and Eddie picks his up and downs it, places his glass on the table and stands up “see you around Y/n” he says and walks away, “bye ed-” I stop myself, wait, how did he know my name?
I trail behind him “how did you know my name?”, he turns around “you're friends with the hair right?” he asks and I nod. “I've noticed you”.
A sudden flash interrupts our conversation, I look to see robin with her disposable in her hands and a dumb smile on her face, “hate to interrupt” she starts “but steve is getting hangry”, I mentally curse steve and his stupid drunken love for fast food. I nod and start walking with her “i'll be seeing you” eddie says from behind us and robin giggles
“What was the picture for?” I ask and she shrugs “you'll thank me later”
Steve and Robin finally got me out of my room, took a lot of bribing. We are sitting at my kitchen table, with a bowl of cereal in front of me, there's not a lot of eating going on,mainly just me playing with my food.
Robin fake clears her throat, grabbing my attention and I look at her. “What if we go to the bar tonight?” she suggests and Steve nods. “Absolutely not” I protest, “please?” she begs, “no, you taking me to the bar is how I ended up like this”. She gives me puppy eyes and pouts. After a few seconds of hesitation I give in “fine”, she squeals and jumps up.
The bar is dirty and reeks of man, the tables are sticky and the floors are wet. I feel uncomfortable and nauseous, i should not have come out tonight
I stand next to robin and steve with my arms crossed anxiously. Robin smiles at me “see? Isn't this fun?”, I grimace “not really” I say and robin chuckles “need a drink and to find a dance partner that is not me or steve”.
She pushes me towards the bar. The last time I ordered something alone at the bar was when I met Eddie. This was a path I didn't want to go through again.
Robin finds me at the bar and drags me to the dance floor, Steve already gone and flirting with his conquest of the night. A cheesy pop song starts playing and robin starts seductively dancing and I laugh, following her lead.
I feel a pair of hands attach themself to my waist. I turn around to see a guy about my age, attractive enough for me to let myself enjoy it. As we dance and I feel his hands roam around my body, I close my eyes and allow myself to imagine, imagine that for one moment, me and eddie hadn’t broken up, that he was the one touching me like he did once before, that my life wasn’t completely fucked up.
I open my eyes to see images of eddie- wait I wasn't imagining that. I see Eddie over there, here, at this cheesy uptown bar that stinks of cheap perfume and is loudly blasting madonna. A blonde bombshell is standing next to him, giggling at every sentence he says as if he's a world renowned comic.
He reaches over to the blonde and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and leans in to kiss her.
“Dustin if you keep burping I'm going to kick you out of my house” I playfully scolded. Every Saturday I had the gang over for pizza and a movie, a tradition that had formed over the last couple months.
I walk into the kitchen and smile when I see Steve on the phone with the pizza guy. I send him a thumbs up and open the storage cabinet, reaching for the plastic cups and plates. The boys are arguing on the couch and I walk past them, flicking mike on the head. “Behave“ I say to them. I place the cups and plates on the coffee table, then a knock on the door can be heard.
I turn to robin “that can't be pizza, who else is here” I ask and robin smiles “I might have invited someone.” I stand to get the door “robin you invited a girl?” I playfully gasp and she purses her lips “not exactly.”
I open the door and freeze when I see who it is. “Hi eddie” I say surprised and he smiles “hi there” and I furrow my eyebrows “robin invited you?” and he nods. I spend a few moments just looking at him, admiring him. A laugh breaks me out of my trance “are you going to let me in” he asks and I mentally curse myself “shit, right, come on in”.
I've never taken to someone so easily, it’s effortless with him. The pizza arrived and we ate. I grab all the blankets I could find for everyone during the movie.
Eddie sits next to me for the movie, normally I tense up and become a nervous wreck, but I felt relieved and at ease. It was robins turn to pick the movie and she chose star trek, I tried to focus on the movie but I couldn't when all I could feel was eddie hand inching towards mine.
His pinky intertwines with mine and I look at him, that smug bastard is watching the movie, pretending like he doesn't realize the effect he has on me. I completely interlace our hands and I see a smile peaking on his face.
The movie ends and Steve piles the kids into his car, Robin is on the couch asleep and snoring and Eddie stays to help me clean up. We clean in silence and we end up by the door.
“I had a good night tonight” I say, a cheesy classic line. He smiles “I did too.” We look at each other and I feel the air getting hot. I can't stop looking at him, he's the art and im his worshiper.
He tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear and leans in to kiss me, a kiss that runs my body hot, I feel like I'm on fire.
I push the guy off of me, all I hear is white noise, I can't see anything, and I can't breathe.
I run outside and slide down the side of the building, the tears are streaming down my face and I can't stop them. I knew it was a bad idea to come out tonight. I hear footsteps approach me and I look up.
“Get away from me” I say angrily, my sadness turning into fury. Eddie stops in his tracks, “I didn't know you were going to be here tonight” he says and I laugh dryly “well I am”.
He looks to the ground and then back at me “I don't know why you are so upset”, the anger rushes through me, “of course you don't,because i actually loved you”, now it's his turn to get mad “of course i loved you, dont even fucking say that”.
The memories rush through me, how we started and how we ended and how we ended up here. “I'm going to go, looking at you is breaking my heart all over again” I say and walk away.
“My jacket” I hear him say. “What?” I ask, “you still have my jacket, I came out here to ask for it back”, I dryly laugh “i'll mail it to you, and for the record, I never want to see you again”, i spit out and walk away.
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I'm getting better, it's been another week, it doesn't hurt as bad, it helps that robin and steve haven't left my side.
I get home from work and kick off my shoes, in my kitchen and robin and steve waving around glasses of wine yelling out the new blondie record on the radio. I laugh at them “you two are crazy”, robin smirks “you need a glass of grape juice”, “robin stop calling wine grape juice” steve says and face palms. I laugh along with them, then songbird by fleetwood mac starts playing on the radio.
“Eddie carving a tree in the middle of a park is literally destruction of public property” I cover my mouth and laugh. He waves me off “babe, i’m carving our names so everyone in the world knows that we are together until the end of time” he says with a smile.
“And plus” he starts “i want our kids to know how crazy in love we once were”, I raise my eyebrows “our kids, huh” i ask and he nods “two girls and a boy” he confirms. I whistle “thats as lot of kids munson, you up for it?”, he nods again “with you i'm up for anything”.
We head back to his van and I turn on the radio, material girl by Madonna ends and songbird starts playing, causing me to gasp “I love this song!”
Eddie listens to the lyrics and nods “i like it” and my eyes widen “really? I ask and he nods “I mean it's not metal, but it reminds me of you” he says and my heart melts.
I hold his hand “well Mr munson, looks like we found our song” i say and he smiles “our song huh? I like the sound of that”.
“Are you okay” robin says and snaps me out of my trance, i smile and nod “I will be” I confirm.
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It's been six months. I miss him, everyday in fact but it doesn't hurt anymore. I'm taking a walk through Hawkins and I pass through the park, the park we carved our names into with that tree. I smile sadly and walk towards the tree. I honestly wish they would chop down this tree but it reminds me of what once was.
“Fancy seeing you here” a voice behind says
I walk into my apartment, basically his home as well with grocery bags in hand “eddie are you home” I call out. He walks out of our bedroom with a piece of paper in his hands,
“What's that?” I ask him. He takes a breath in “its an offer for a record deal, from sony”. I drop the grocery bags, the groceries spilling and go to run in his arms but he backs up. My heart stops “what's wrong”.
“I think we should break up,” he says quietly. I feel my knees buckle and the pit in my stomach form “why?” I shakily ask.
“Well” he starts, “i'm never going to be home, phone calls are going to be impossible and i won't have the time for everything we planned”. I sigh “eddie i can go with you and as for kids, i don't need them, all i need is you” I poach and he shakes his head “no” he starts off -
“I want to be able to be a rockstar, parties every night with different people” he finishes. I felt like he just stabbed me. “So you are destroying everything we have built for one night stands and parties?” I ask through tears and he looks sadly at me “I guess so”.
“Eddie munson you are a selfish man, when we started going out you asked me why people always left you and this is why, you are selfish and you are-’ the last part goes unsaid but we both know what i meant to say ‘you are just like your father.’ sobs leave my throat and i crash to the ground and he walks out, he leaves, taking my soul with him.
I look behind me to see him and I shyly smile “hey” i say and he smiles back “i still come here sometimes” he says and i nod, “The sony deal fell through, so i guess this was all for nothing” he informs me and i frown “i'm sorry about that eddie” i say and sit down, resting on the tree.
“Yeah well it's what I deserve” he says and sits beside me. “I miss you” he lets me know and I nod “I miss you too”.
After moments of silence I feel his pinkie interlace with mine,like I once did, I interlace our hands. Maybe one day he will be my Eddie again but right now I'm not worried about that.
I stand up, “so i'll be seeing you around” I ask and he nods “definitely”.
Like I said, I'm not worried.
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a/n: WOW, have i ever heard of happiness? nah.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x female character#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x fem!reader fluff#eddie munson x reader angst#eddie my beloved#eddie munson x original character
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Color in DFF: Part 1
Okay so last week I made this post about Tee and talked about how he is often matching Non's red. I think after today we can more safely say this isn't trying to indicate him having feelings for Non. But then what work is color doing here? This will be equally observations, questions, and wild speculation 😆
This is part 1 of 2 posts cause there's a lot to look at. Here I'll talk about color in the past through episodes 5 and 6. Then the next one will be about color in the present.
Shout out to @slayerkitty for our long chats trying to unpack this!
Starting in the past we seem to have three main color groups: Yellow, Red, and Blue
The friend group is primarily blues and grays.
Non is coded with red.
But he starts to incorporate more blue, conveying his desire and attempts to fit into the group.
Even the phone Tee gives Non has a blue-ish case.
But he's not able to do this completely. Red always seems to peek through
Or he ends up in a green that doesn't quite fit.
And clearly trying to change himself is taking a toll. He's wearing blue, but it's making him sick and tired (quite literally if we account for his mental health).
On the bridge in episode 6 he is only shown in blue and brown, no red. But he has the red beaten back into him.
Tee also seems to oscillate between colors. Blue to signal the ways he is part of the group, and the way he conforms to the pressure of his uncle. But red perhaps to indicate the financial burden he shares with Non? Or the way that he hides a huge part of his life from the group emotionally making him an outsider of sorts.
Then we have Jin who moves between the blue of his school uniform and yellow. He stands separate from the group but in his own category from Non. Mostly...
At the end of episode 6, Non is wearing a very light yellow not disimilar to the shade Jin wore earlier in the episode. This is interesting because on the one hand perhaps it indicates the compatability Jin and Non would have had if Jin was the one to make it first. Or perhaps it is just another way the show wanted to visually mislead us in that moment.
Notice that Phi's has a matching red bracelet with Non, and his school uniform uses red lettering instead of blue. He is aligned with Non in contrast to the rest of these awful boys. This also means that in the scene Non is matching Phi's with red but Jin with yellow, capturing our potential love triangle.
In their photo and the previews we get for next week, it looks like Phi and Non are in purple and pink. Now Phi could be in blue but it looks more purple to me (we'll have to see and read more into that next week). In either case, while Non tries to become a different color for the friend group, that pressure seems to be gone with Phi, who brightens Non's red to a pink.
Then we have this walking red blue flag.
So from the past we gather that there are basically 3 groups of colors.
This could change cause we have Phi in purple? but here they are:
Blue=the friend group, conformity, those trying to harm or coerce others
Red=Non, poverty, outsiders and those with stigma
Yellow=A third category, not in lock step with the group, outliers
Notice the painting in the back, again our three colors. Though interestingly, Por is in more of a green, perhaps because he is in his own space and his own color comes out more. Por has a bit of yellow, perhaps foreshadowing the turn he'll take later?
Okay next post is on color in the present (episodes 1-4)!
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Summer 2023 Wig Updates: North American Productions
The Canadian production has officially opened! I'll do a more in-depth look at all of the wigs later this week, but a few quick updates worthy of note:
- Julia Pulo doesn't have any major changes to the base style, but we're finally getting to see a North American Boleyn with curls!!
- Krystal Hernández got the red ponytail braid style for Cleves. It has some changes to the specific style, which I'll go into more detail about this week.
- Lauren Mariasoosay has the back ponytail that's becoming an alternative standardized style. Hers has a very different base than any of the UK and most of the prior North American Parr wigs in this style, but it definitely fits the general category of the back center ponytail. Again, comparison post coming soon.
- We've also seen a few of the alts' hairstyles! So far everything has been as expected, but it does answer one of the big questions I've had: what hair color they'd give Darcy Stewart. She might not get the same color for all three of her queens, but at least for Boleyn they went for a light blonde that reads more strawberry blonde under stage lights.
Over in the Broadway and North American Tour...
- Khaila Wilcoxon joined Broadway as a temporary replacement for Aragon. She's still wearing her wig from the Aragon Tour.
- And Sydney Parra got the back ponytail style about a week ago, which we've seen slowly become standardized for non-Black actors. It might be her old wig re-styled but I'm waiting on better photos to confirm that. The styling seems to be more in line with Lauren Mariasoosay's wig than some of the past in this style, but again I'm waiting for better photos.
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Canada: pro photos by Joan Marcus; Darcy/Julia photo from @/darcellas, Krystal and Lauren photos from @/laurenmariasoosay, Darcy photo I found on Wiki but presumably is from @/darcellas
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history of the microwave minimum button presses category
for those that aren't aware, the Microwave MinimuM button presses category (commonly called mmm presses) is the category of microwaverunning that requires the cooking to be finished with the least amount of button presses possible. 1min% is the most commonly run subcategory, although 30sec% and 99:99% subcategories have also been recently developed. i'll mostly be talking about 1min% though, which aims to cook the food for precisely one minute.
the first run in this category was done by a runner named Markrowaver on june 29th, 2025, who completed his run in only 5 button presses, taking the 0, 1, 0, 0, [Start] route. it was overall a very impressive run with very few mistakes, but he believed there was still room for optimization.
this record remained unbroken for over four months. Markrowaver kept doing runs over this time, but he was unable to come even close to beating his original record. he became more and more certain that the sequence he used could not be optimized any further. but that all changed when a new runner named Hot_pocket50 entered the scene. he soon discovered a new strat that he called "the starting 0 skip." basically, by using Markrowaver's original strategy, but omitting the first zero and going directly into pressing the 1, he found out that you could save an entire button press, and on november 1st, 2025, he was able to obtain the new world record of just 4 presses.
(music change, start playing sad music)
Markrowaver had never felt so defeated. he couldn't believe that someone so young and so new to the microwaverunning scene could best him so easily. he privated his twitter and was never seen in the community again.
(slow cross fade, give the audience time to absorb that highly emotional moment)
for over a year, Hot_pocket50 remained the mmm presses champion. after all, there were no unnecessary presses in his run, so it seemed to be mechanically impossible to use any less.
but that all changed on january 20th, 2026...
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(sudden dramatic zoom-in on a microwave)
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this is the +30sec tech.
previously thought to only be viable in 30sec% runs, the +30sec tech was first used in a 1min% on january 5th, 2026 by a runner named Beepi234, who had only been doing runs to beat their own pb (peanut butter). there, it was used in a unique 3, 0, [Start], +30sec, [Start] route, which wasn't even close to beating the current record, but would form the basis for the record-breaking run two weeks later. there, by sheer accident, Beepi pressed the following sequence: +30sec, +30sec, [Start].
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and it worked.
none of the other runners believed it, but after being reviewed under careful scrutiny, even having the validity of the microwave itself called into question, the moderators of microwaverun dot com verified the 3-press run. after this, there were attempts from various runners of a 6, 0, [Start] route, but none of them could do any better than tying Beepi's original record. Beepi234 was now the undisputed champion of microwaverunning, and no one could challenge their record.
(fade to black)
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except for themselves.
as a runner who previously only aimed to beat their own pb, it only makes sense that Beepi would continue their attempts. but with the current ruleset, how would a sub-3-press 1min% run?
and the answer
was
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pizza.
this is where it starts to get interesting.
around the time that Beepi's 3-press run was submitted, microwaveminers had discovered a completely unused button in the microwave's system: the [Pizza] button. (literally, this button has never seen use), but this button was actually very easily accessible through the microwave's face by using an advanced exploit called "moving your hand upward." what did it do, you ask?
it instantly set the microwave to exactly 1:00.
and it was about to be the key to Beepi's sub-3-press run.
now, even if the [Pizza] button had been discovered sooner, it is highly unlikely that it ever would have seen used outside of TAS runs. the exploit required to access it is highly precise, and just a few centimeters can be the difference between successfully pressing it and having to reset.
but that didn't stop Beepi.
once again, by complete accident, while microwaving normally on stream on February 14th, 2026, Beepi pressed the [Pizza] button while attempting to press the 2 button, and before they realized their "mistake," pressed the [Start] button. even though luck made it happen, it was considered still a valid run. no one thereafter had ever even attempted the "moving your hand upward" exploit in a serious run, and so Beepi remained as the holder of the mmm presses 1min% record with only two presses.
(fade to black again)
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(everyone thinks it's over and has gone home)
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(it seems like a pretty satisfying ending to me)
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...for less than a week.
no one thought it possible to beat 2-presses, but on February 19th, 2026, the impossible was done.
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and the doer
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was none other than Markrowaver.
i lied at the beginning so i could have this dramatic moment later.
after what was thought to be a permanent hiatus from the microwaverunning community, Markrowaver returned with a truly unbeatable run: a run with just a 1 button press. he decided to rethink his original mindset, not to become jealous of other runners, but to learn from their successes.
here's how he did it.
after carefully studying Beepi234's record-holding run, he learned how to replicate it at a fairly consistent rate. this was good, but he would not be able to do any better than tie with them, unless he made some kind of unbelievable development.
and that's exactly what he did.
by pressing the [Pizza] button, and not releasing it, he only performed half of a button press (a button press actually has three parts to it: when the button is pressed, when the button is held, and when the button is released. and together, this forms one complete button press). while holding down the [Pizza] button, he simultaneously began holding down the [Start] button, performing another half-press. together these add up to exactly 1 single button press.
the downside of this method, aside from being highly technical, is that the runner is unable to release these buttons, lest they add additional press-parts. as a result of this, Markrowaver has been unable to do any further microwaveruns, or really anything for that matter, without forfeiting the run. the upside of this method is that no one has attempted to beat his record, and he remains the world-record holder to this very day.
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there is one single way that this run could be bested, and that is a run with 0 button presses. but is it even possible?
potentially.
if one were to bash their microwave really hard with a hammer, it is technically possible that they could trigger it for exactly one minute, but to this day, no one, not even Beepi, has been that willing to risk leaving their run up to that much RNG. moreover, if an attempt at this method were to fail, the runner would have a bashed microwave.
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and that's exactly what i have.
THIS is the history of the microwave minimum button presses category thanks for watching PLAY THE LOFI OUTRO
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The Ugliest Tie I've Ever Seen
Daniel Sousa x Reader
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Written for Fictober 2023!
Fandom: Marvel
Day 27 Prompt: "I don't know if they will accept this."
Summary: Y/N has finally been transferred to LA, joining their boyfriend Daniel Sousa to help with a case. Unfortunately, he's picked up some new fashion in LA.
Word Count: 1,311
Category: Fluff, Humor
A/N: This is basically a request @everyhazyday sent me for Daniel Sousa Appreciation Week before I dropped out of the event and disappeared for a couple months lol. Hope you enjoy!!
Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.
I stepped out of the car to be greeted by the warm, sunny weather of Southern California, a smile on my face. This beat the New York winter any day of the week.
After months of waiting to move out to LA, the SSR here had finally caught a case big enough to warrant it. I'd left New York behind with hugs for Jack and Peggy to join my boyfriend, Daniel Sousa, on the other side of the country. We'd been making long distance work since he'd been appointed the new Chief, but I couldn't wait to see him again in person.
I walked through the doors of the Auerbach Theatrical Agency to find Rose at a large desk, fake smiling as two identical-looking girls tap danced in the middle of the room. As soon as she saw me, Rose stood and walked around the desk, hands clasped and a borderline grimace replacing her smile.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think your act is quite what we're looking for. Thank you, have a nice day."
The girls both scowled and huffed, but Rose was immovable. The minute they were both out the front door she sighed, shoulders relaxing, and came over to give me a hug.
"Hey, Rose. That looked more fun than the telephone company bit," I teased. She huffed, but when she pulled back from the hug, she had a smile on her face.
"I have actually gotten to see some good acts, once in a while," she said. "And the weather here is certainly nicer than anything in New York."
"No kidding."
"Come on, I'll show you the way up. I'm sure you're dying to see the Chief."
She shot me a look over her shoulder, and I just smiled. She was right, I was dying to see Daniel. It would take just about everything in me not to tackle him in a hug and kiss him on sight, but I'd have to find a way to manage it since we were in the middle of the office.
Rose took me down a back hallway filled with filing cabinets, pushing one back to reveal a secret entrance. I gave her a wave and promised to check in later, then headed upstairs.
The bullpen was surprisingly empty, with just a few agents working at their desks. Directly across from the stairs, I could see Daniel's office with the door open, a crowd of people inside. Even from here, with his back to me, I caught sight of Daniel in the middle of the huddle by his desk.
I walked over, a smile on my face. I couldn't wait to see the look on Daniel's face when he realized I was finally here.
As I got closer, I got within hearing range of the conversation. I could see Daniel's shoulders tensed underneath his gray suit jacket, and it became a little harder to forget that I was here mostly because he'd caught a massive case.
One of the agents standing directly in front of Daniel was speaking when I walked through the door of the office, coming to a stop just behind my boyfriend.
"...been a pain in our side every step of the way. I don't know if they will accept this."
"They're gonna have to," said Daniel. "They have no argument for keeping us out of this case, not since their evidence started literally hovering around the office. It's our jurisdiction."
"Don't you worry, we'll get 'em in line," I said, hands on my hips. "The cavalry's officially here."
Daniel whipped around, eyes wide at the sound of my voice. A smile broke out on his face as soon as he saw me, but my attention snapped to his outfit instead.
I loved Daniel, more than anything or anyone in the world. That would never change, even if he walked around wearing a literal burlap sack. But this was going to take some getting used to.
The gray suit jacket had fooled me into thinking he'd levelled up his wardrobe since leaving New York and the sweater vests behind. But underneath that suit jacket was a dayglow flamingo button up shirt, and the ugliest tie I'd ever seen in my life.
I froze like a deer in headlights, unable to do anything other than stare at that outfit. Daniel looked at me curiously, then turned to the other agents in the room.
"Can we get a minute?" he asked, addressing the other agents. "Everybody take five, we'll get back together in a few minutes."
The agents nodded, mumbling amongst each other as they headed out of the office. I heard one of them shut the door behind us, and then Daniel shuffled a little closer to me, looking concerned.
"Hey. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, sorry, I just need a second. My eyes are burning."
He furrowed his brow, glanced down to follow my gaze to his outfit. He looked back at me with outrage.
"What? Come on! It's not that bad, is it?"
"Together, as one outfit? YES."
Daniel scoffed, throwing his head back and looping an arm around my waist. He pulled me in, leaning in so we were basically nose to nose, a smile spread across his face.
"I missed you," he said. I smiled.
"I missed you too. No way in hell Thompson's ever getting me back to New York."
Daniel laughed, then leaned in and kissed me. We lingered for a few long moments, but since we were still in the office, we didn't let ourselves get too carried away.
"I cannot tell you how happy I am to have you here," Daniel muttered, leaning his forehead to rest against mine. "Seriously, I think I just lost a few deeply entrenched stress lines."
"Even with the fashion critiquing?"
"Yeah, even with that."
He gave me one last peck, then pulled all the way away. He picked up a massive case file and moved to hand it to me, but he hesitated at the last second.
"You really don't think this look is working for me?"
"Oh, babe. You could wear a clown costume and still be handsome to me. But that shirt and especially that tie, together? It's a serious downgrade from the sweater vests."
"From the sweater vests?"
"Yeah. You looked like a cute nerd in the sweater vests. You look like you got dressed in the dark with this."
Daniel snorted. "Okay, great. Thanks for the honesty at least."
"Always. But hey, don't get so down on yourself. The shirt's kind of fun, once you get past the... color of it."
"Really. Great."
"The tie has to go though."
I reached out to take the tie, and Daniel moved back out of my reach. I grinned, moving towards him again, and he managed to move behind his desk, a laugh bubbling out as he went.
"Gimme the tie, Daniel."
"You stay away, this tie's going on the wall. Hall of fame for making the love of my life look at me like I'd grown a second head after not seeing me in person for months."
"That's fine, the wall works. As long as it's not on you."
Daniel laughed, and it was infectious as I finally managed to catch him behind his desk. He gave in, and I wasted no time loosening the tie and pulling it over his head. He raised his eyebrows and fixed me with a look once I had it in my hands, and he smiled at me.
"You satisfied now."
"Yeah, actually, thanks."
I beamed at him and he rolled his eyes, but he was smiling too. I could see the other agents hovering outside the door, so I knew we had to get back to actual work, but I didn't really mind too much. Now that I was with Daniel again, working side by side, we could take on any case together. Ugly ties and all.
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Holaaaaaaa, could you do a JJ X reader where the reader is pregnant with her kid and gets hurt? She could be a part of the bau or not, you decide!!!
Down the Stairs
pairing: jennifer jareau x fem reader
category: fluff
warnings: none
word count: 722
summary: you're pregnant and you fall down the stairs
I scrolled through TikTok with a smile on my face and one hand on my belly, rubbing it slowly. I was looking at baby names for JJ and I's little one due in 2 months. I saw a few I liked so I favorited them, excited to tell JJ when she got home from work.
After another half hour of scrolling I decided to get up, really wanting some lunch. JJ had made me a sandwich last night for when I inevitably wanted one.
I took one step down the stairs and then felt the baby kick, making me freeze with shock and I didn't even process that I had fallen down the stairs until I was on the floor. "Fuck." I groaned as I felt a sharp pain running through my wrist. It was probably broken or at least sprained. I hugged my stomach, praying that our baby was ok. I hadn't landed on my stomach but you never know. "Hey siri...call love of my life."
A few seconds later I heard JJ's voice on the other line. "What's up baby?"
"I fell."
"Can you get up."
"I uh...I don't know."
"Are you in our bedroom?"
"No I...I fell down the stairs."
"Oh...oh." Her voice dropped an octave. "Are you hurt, is everything ok?"
"I...I don't know my wrist hurts really bad and I didn't land on my stomach but I don't know if the baby is ok and I-"
"Ok. Take a deep breath honey, I'm on my way over." I could tell she was panicking but staying calm for my sake. "I'm 15 minutes away, just sit tight, ok? It's gonna be ok."
"Mhm."
She got home 15 minutes later, rushing to me as soon as she saw me. She gingerly touched my wrist and I winced. "It's probably broken. "Do you have any pain in your abdomen?" I shook my head. "Why'd you fall down the stairs?"
"I felt the baby kick."
"Oh my God." She let go of my wrist as her lips pulled up in the biggest smile I had seen in a while. "Is it kicking now? Can I feel it?"
"It's not kicking now. Probably mad at me for falling down the stairs."
"Oh yeah. We should go to the emergency room. Can you walk?" She helped me stand up and I nodded, letting out a sigh of relief that my ankles didn't hurt.
Ten minutes later we were sitting in the emergency room, JJ was clutching my hand tightly as we waited to be called over. "It's gonna be ok." She told me but I knew she was trying to comfort herself.
30 minutes later we were finally called back. I stood up on shaky legs, too nervous to walk straight. "What seems to be the problem today?" The doctor asked as I held my good hand protectively over my stomach.
"I fell down the stairs and my wrist hurts. But make sure my baby is ok, please." JJ kissed my forehead to calm me down.
"Did you fall on your stomach?"
"No."
"Then your baby's probably fine but I'll do an ultrasound just to make sure."
"Thank you." JJ and I said in unison. He reached to my wrist to check it out.
"It's just a sprain. I'll have you wear a brace for a couple weeks." I nodded and watched as he jotted something down on his clipboard. "I'll be right back."
He came back with the ultrasound machine and I reached over for JJ's hand, squeezing it tightly, praying that our baby was ok. "It's gonna be ok baby." JJ brushed the hair back from my face and placed a few kisses to my temple and forehead.
"Your baby's ok." He told us with a smile, showing us what it looked like on the ultrasound. I started crying with relief, letting go of JJ's hand to cover my mouth.
"What's wrong?" JJ asked, smoothing my hair back while the doctor left to give us space.
"Just...just so glad the baby's ok." I sniffled, wiping my tears away. She smiled and cradled my head against her chest.
"I'm glad the baby's ok but I'm also glad you're ok."
"You're so sweet." I cried even harder, the pregnancy hormones really getting to me. "I love you so much."
"I love you more."
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