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royaltozaki · 9 days

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doctor's advice

synopsis: y/n decides to go to the leading plastic surgery clinic in korea bcs she's sick of feeling the way she does about how she looks. she catches the attention of dr. im nayeon, the head of this practice who thinks y/n is way too pretty to warrant any of those feelings she has about herself.

warnings: this is lowkey just smut oops, fingering, oral, body image issues - so a lil angsty in the beginning

w/c: 4.2k

a/n: this one is kinda all over the place and i lwk hate it but i needed to finish it so i could get over this writing block like i did kindaaa have a vision for it but i gave up halfway and just turned to sex which is why it doesn't flow well LMAO but hey! doctor nayeon is hot so!

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"can i get your full name please?"

"y/n l/n."

the receptionist smiles at you, typing something into her computer and handing you a form, "alright y/n, just fill in this form and someone will be with you in a bit."

you nod, accepting the form and taking a seat in the waiting room of the plastic surgery clinic you were currently at.

you scan over the details of the form. most of it was just demographic information, asking you your age, gender, a little about your daily activities, whether or not you actively exercised, all the simple questions.

you were feeling a little desperate when you finally decided to make a first consultation at the most well-renowned plastic surgery clinic in seoul. you had been thinking about doing it for a while now, but lately the feeling of disgust at being in your own body was overwhelming.

your parents didn’t understand why you’d want to do anything to the body they brought into this world. your friends thought plastic surgery was an excessive response and that it could potentially be dangerous. but none of them understood what it felt like to wake up everyday and be reminded that you were stuck in this body, the fear that no-one will ever be able to love you and that you’d consequently end up alone for the rest of your pitiful life.

your grip on the pen grows a little tighter as you remind yourself why you’re here.

you feel a set of eyes on you as you’re getting to the end of the form, so you look up, locking eyes with a gorgeous woman in a clean white lab coat, curious eyes behind a set of thick spectacles that frame her face perfectly. with all your experience analysing how you look you can't help but think she would be the perfect reference for your surgical procedures.

but you're also hit with thoughts of why is she looking at me? is she judging me? i bet she's judging me. fuck what is she looking at? is it my legs? my arms? my nose? is she thinking i'm an unsolveable case? fuck i shouldn't have come here. i should go now-

"hi, y/n?"

you're snapped out of your thoughts when you realise the pretty woman is now standing in front of you.

"y-yes." you curse at the stutter but she pays it no mind, offering a smile.

"the receptionist gave me your name. i'm dr im but you can call my nayeon. do you want to come with me?"

your eyes widen when she introduces herself. dr im. the most well-renowned plastic surgeon in the industry. you heard rumours that she had waitlists up to 20 years long and that you couldn't get an appointment with her except through referral. she was the one who brought this clinic its reputation of the leading plastic surgery clinic in the country.

"i-i'm sorry there must be some mistake? i didn't think the dr. im would be my advising clinician today."

she smiles again, "well no i wasn't meant to be but i came to grab some files from the front desk and i saw you and asked jiyeon," she gestures to the receptionist who handed you your form, "and found out you were here for an advisory session and forgive me if i'm being forward but i just thought you were beautiful and wondered what you possibly could've wanted to get done."

you feel your cheeks rapidly heat up as you gape up at her in shock.

"i can call back the previous doctor who was assigned to you if you want! i didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable i'm sorry if i-"

you interrupt her quickly, "no no! sorry that was just a surprise to me i definitely wasn't expecting that from you but um- yeah sure we can go now i'm fine with you being my doctor."

she grins then, and you're entranced by her slightly larger front teeth that make an appearance, "great! follow me."

you stand up a little frantically, gathering all your things and quickly following dr im.

it's more of an office than a doctor's room, you note the expensive leather and framed awards and certifications hanging on her wall, the neatly organised desk and pretty flowers that decorate and give the room some colour.

you sit cautiously in one of the chairs in front of her desk as she moves to sit in hers

"water?" she offers you.

you shake your head no, glancing down at your hands and fiddling with them just to be able to do something.

she looks over your form very briefly before looking back to you with a kind smile. "so what were you hoping to get out of coming here today y/n?"

you can't look up at her, "u-um just... y'know. like... everything..."

she cocks her head, "everything?"

"yeah like... face, body, all of it."

nayeon frowns, "that would be quite an expensive procedure."

"oh money's not really a problem. i've saved up a lot for this." you try to joke a little, if only to ease your own nerves, "worked my ass off all throughout high school and college so i could do this one day."

"you don't want to spend that money on anything else?"

you're confused and finally look up at her, "well i mean sure there are plenty of things i could spend it on but this is something i've thought about for a long time now and i'm finally ready to do it."

she's quiet for a little, seeming to be deep in thought, before she speaks up, "y/n... has someone made you feel like this?"

you frown, your sweaty hands gripping your pants tighter, "i'm sorry what does this have to do with my appointment?"

"i want to make sure you're doing this for the right reason. wanting to alter your entire body is a big decision and it can have lasting impacts. i don't want you to regret it afterwards."

you're getting more and more frustrated. this was a famous plastic surgeon who dealt with thousands of surgeries and has probably met cases like yours but she still doesn't seem to understand you. just like your parents and your friends, no-one understood.

"why does it matter to you? i want to get lots of things done that’ll make you lots of money and that really should be your only concern."

she narrows her eyes at you, “y/n, i couldn’t care less about the money. look around.” she gestures to her office, all the expensive trinkets and decorations she has lying around, “i have enough money to support a family for 100 lifetimes. what i do care about are my clients-”

you burst, “what do you know?! you’ve probably spent your whole life being adored for everything you do. people probably fall over themselves just to get a chance to talk to you! you’ll never understand how it feels to be unloved, to hate yourself when you wake up every morning and look in the mirror, to think everyone’s always talking about you, looking at you, judging you, you’re so beautiful you couldn’t ever know!”

she’s surprised at your sudden increase in volume. you had kept all of this in for so long, you felt like if you ever told anyone else they’d just think you were complaining but it was so much more debilitating than that. you couldn’t talk to your parents or your friends out of fear they’d think you were too needy or attention-seeking or whatever. nayeon was the first stranger who had shown they cared for you and you took that as a sign to release all your years of pent up frustration at her.

“i- i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to explode like that i-“

“it’s okay y/n. i’m sorry you’ve had to feel like this for so long on your own. but i just want to say, i’m not one of those people. i know it’s hard to believe when you look at me and what i’ve accomplished, but i find it hard to believe no-one loves you. and sure i judged you when i first saw you but not negatively. i told you i thought you were what i thought to be the perfect model for other people’s procedures and i was curious what you wanted to change about that.”

she’s collected herself and responds to you calmly, only with the curiosity of a scientist in her eye.

you’re unsure how to respond to her, feeling more than a little awkward now after your accidental outburst.

you attempt to clear your throat to start, “right… um so-“

“why don’t you take off your clothes and show me what you’d like to have done?”

you blush a bright red at her response, nodding slightly as you both stand and you begin to strip. you leave your underwear on as she stands in front of you, running her eyes over your body.

“um… so i guess if we’re starting from the bottom… i wanted to slim my calves down and shape them a little better… obviously um my ass i’d like to be a little rounder-“ you gesture to your various body parts as you talk, and she’s nodding, eyes focused, hands reached out as you feel goosebumps litter your skin when she gently probes the areas you're talking about.

"would you mind taking off your underwear? i just need to get an estimate of what you're talking about."

you blush again as you nod shyly, peeling the offending piece of item off you and turning as she prods and pokes again.

"um... yeah so i was also thinking a tummy tuck? just to tighten all the skin here-"

the feeling of her fingers on your body is slowly driving you insane. you're shivering a little as she runs her hand along your lower stomach, humming a little.

"um also like y'know, a boob job-"

she gestures for you to take off your bra and you do so, now standing completely naked in front of the doctor.

her hands come up and cup them, your nipples are hardening in the cool air of her office, "what size were you thinking?"

"i-i- u-um-" she squeezes a little and you take a deep inhale, trying to calm yourself, your eyes glued to the ceiling as she fondles you, "m-maybe one up?"

she hums and you feel a thumb brush across a nipple whether intentionally or unintentionally and you're suddenly clenching your thighs together praying she doesn't notice.

"so also um arm lifts, a face lift, kinda wanna hollow out my cheeks a little more and maybe highlight my cheekbones? lip fillers and a new nose, all of my scars obviously, and probably a brow lift too..."

her hands are on your face now, cupping your cheeks and she's close enough you can see the small specks of gold in her eyes and the little mole under her left eyebrow. your breath hitches as her eyes meet yours, they're so full of wonder and curiosity and you're reminded of the fact that you're very naked right now and standing in front of an extremely pretty woman.

she hums again, eyes dropping to your nose, than your lips, and you unconsciously wet your lips in tension, watching as her eyes trace the action.

then all of a sudden she's gone, moving back towards her chair and turning on her monitor. you quickly scramble for your clothes, hurriedly putting everything back on as you join her, blushing at the slightly sticky feeling between your legs.

"okay so we can do everything you just said. i'm going to need a few references-"

"you can use yourself for most of them."

she raises an eyebrow at you, a slight lift in the corner of her mouth.

"i appreciate the compliment y/n but if you're going to play that game then i'd like to say i wouldn't want to be sitting here discussing what to change about you in the first place."

"what would you be doing then?"

there's a glint in her eyes and you swallow, "helping you realise how there's nothing to change. eventually i'd get you to help me take a few pictures maybe, as reference for future customers who come in."

"and how would you do that?"

"how would i make you feel beautiful?" she's standing up and rounding her desk, taking her glasses off and placing them on her table, and you're looking up at her feeling strangely defiant.

"well yeah it'd be pretty hard knowing how much i hate myself-"

her arms now bracket the sides of your chair and she's leaning down with a clear smirk on her face.

"i'd touch along here," she's trailing one of her hands up your arm, leaving goosebumps in her wake, "here," she reaches your neck, then up to your face, leaning in to speak into your ear now, "everywhere just so you know exactly what i'm talking about. and i'd make you feel so good like you've never felt before, and i'd keep doing that until you realise just how crazy you drive me."

your eyes are lidded when you speak up again, voice hoarse and deep, "try it."

she's all in your space now, climbing into into your lap, lips closing around your ear lobe as she sucks. your eyes close and you groan a little when her hips meet yours, tilting your head back distantly wondering how the fuck you got yourself in this situation but quickly shaking that thought off when you feel her move towards your neck, licking and sucking.

soon enough she's moving up your jaw and towards your lips, one hand on your shoulder, the other one at your waist. she stops just short of your lips with a little smirk on her face as you share the same air.

your eyes meet her in a blaze and you surprise her when you yank her down, she moans when that brings your hips together even closer and you capture her lips with impatient want. her hands are tangling into your hair now, pulling lightly as your lips slide against each other, your breath hitching when she licks a tongue along your top lip.

“these- fucking- lips-“ she’s breaking away between kisses for air, panting softly.

“i can’t believe- you’d want to do anything- when i could kiss these- all fucking day-“

she’s breaking away again, leaving you chasing as she places pecks all across your face, “new nose? please this slant is perfect. these cheeks are adorable and these eyebrows shape your pretty pretty face just right-“ she’s kissing every inch of your skin, moving back down to your neck and nipping at your collarbone.

her hands are at the bottom of your shirt, sneaking up to caress the lines of your stomach and you let out a sharp inhale when one hand comes unashamedly up to cup your breast.

“how could you be making those pretty sounds if this wasn’t your body i was touching hmm?” she’s lifting your shirt over your head, sliding her hands everywhere.

"breast implants?" she scoffs as she brings her hands behind your back to unclasp your bra, flinging it behind her and moving her hands straight to cup your tits. "please darling look how perfectly these fit in my hands. and the way they spill out between my fingers if i squeeze like this-" you moan unabashedly now when she gropes and grasps.

"god i could just hold these all day-" she's dipping down, a tongue tracing the top of your breast, the hot feeling against your skin driving you absolutely mad as you roll your hips against her with a whimper.

she pushes you back down roughly with her hips, looking up at you, her hands never stopping her fondling at your breasts, she is obscene. "don't do that now sweetie. i'm meant to be taking care of you and showing you just how pretty you are to me. so you're gonna sit there and look pretty while i do exactly that mmk?"

she's taking a nipple into her mouth now, licking and sucking, and you hiss when she bites down softly, feeling her mouth turn upward at the sound.

she lavishes your breasts, leaving you quivering and flushed in her wake, she makes small comments in between periods of sucking marks into the side of your tits, her tongue has never once left your body since she started, wet trails leading everywhere.

she's kissing down your stomach now and you suck in a breath as she sinks to her knees in front of you, looking up at you with those curious eyes, completely clothed still in her white labcoat, mouth wrecked and lips in a pretty little pout. she's spreading your legs and you're fighting a little against her, embarassed at the fact that her face would be so close to you and she could see every little detail of your arousal.

she tuts but shuffles back a little, letting you close your legs again but she picks one up and starts feeling along your calf, pressing gently at the muscles there and feeling you unclench in relief.

"these don't need anything done either. you're just a little tense here. some stretching and a good massage will work those kinks right out and you won't even notice them anymore."

she's pressing down on all the pressure points to release the tension in your calves, and you moan slightly in pleasure as your head lolls back, eyes squeezing shut, cool air hitting your wet breasts, nipples perking at the lack of attention and you shudder.

you're helpless when she starts spreading your legs again, miraculous hands moving up to your knees, still kneading and massaging, then up to your thighs.

then her mouth is on you again, hot and wet against the inside of your thighs and you're squirming, breathing picking up as the tension in the room multiplies tenfold. you don't dare look down at her afraid the sight may just push you over the edge.

but hands come shooting down to her head when that tongue, that fucking tongue, licks a gentle strip from the bottom of your cunt to the top, stalling at the hood of your clitoris and pushing it back only to place a small peck on the nub and moving back down to drink in the essence flowing out of you.

"f-fuck dr im i-i-"

she stops, looking up at you with a quirk of an eyebrow, a lustful darkness seeping into her curious eyes, "call me that again."

"doctor im?"

she's back to lapping at your pussy and you moan, closing your thighs around her head, one arm raised up and holding on to the back of the chair to keep yourself upright.

"so fucking delicious. my god i could just tie you up and eat you out for hours."

you're whining, cunt clenching at her words but she's prying your folds open with her fingers, enamoured by the way your hole only seems to leak more with every action she takes, then she's licking into you and you cry out at the feeling. her tongue lashing against your walls as she moans at the taste of your core, sending shockwaves of pleasure right up your spine.

you can't take much more but she's lifting your ass and gripping, tugging you closer to her so she can explore even more of you.

eventually her mouth comes up for air and she's grabbing and kneading your ass cheeks, "these?-" her voice is a lot more gravelly now, thick with lust and she's panting slightly, "you don't know how perfect these are. they're the exact amount of firmness but still soft enough that i could use your ass like a pillow and you're talking about shape?" she sends a light slap up into you and you gasp, only clenching even harder around nothing, "just look how that rippled for me darling you need to know how fucking hot you look right now and how much you turn me on just from looking at you."

she almost sounds like she's growling with the low tenure of her voice and she's tugging you back into her, kissing your clit and sucking it into her mouth.

"d-doc- i- i- oh fuck- i'm gonna-"

she offers no response, just humming into you and you rut your hips into her at the vibration, completely helpless and positively dripping.

soon enough you're spilling over, coming with a moan, your back arching and she's licking you through it, you're completely blissed out heaving in effort before you slump back down into the chair.

but she doesn't stop. you're feeling overstimulated as she continues her assault on your pussy and you're lightly tugging her hair upwards trying to get her to come up but she's shaking her head no, and then shaking her head to tongue you side to side and you're building up all over again.

"w-wait d-doc i- i can't i just- doc-"

she looks up at you then, and holy fuck you almost came again at the sight. her slightly disheveled hair, eyes glazed over, mouth open and tongue sticking out absolutely ruined.

she's moving back up your body, kissing along places she's already left her mark on. "what did i say about sitting still and looking pretty baby? hmm?" a long finger finds its way to your folds and you're clenching in anticipation. "i said i'd make you cum as many times as it'll take for you to realise you're hot right? i'm not one to take back my words sweetie."

"f-fuck i- oh shit doc i-"

she's pushing into you torturously slow, a teasing smirk against your neck, "hm?"

"nggh fuck please- please i need- fuck- i need you- oh shit-"

"this?" another finger joins her but she stays hilted inside you, unmoving as you wriggle under her.

"ah- y-yes! p-please move- oh fuck i- please-" you're babbling at this point, almost incoherent but she's sliding out of you and then pushing in oh so wonderfully.

she's back to mouthing at your nipple, the sensitive nubs sending flares of heat down to your core, "so so pretty."

"i- yes- i- oh fuck-"

her fingers are entering you at a faster pace now, the wet sounds of your fucking filling the empty office.

all of a sudden there's a loud knock at the door and she stills inside you, looking up in slight alarm, nipple popping out of her mouth.

"doctor im your 3pm is here."

you can't help but clench around her fingers and she whips her head back down to you, wiggling her fingers a little at the feeling and you gasp.

"tell them to wait! i'll be another 10 minutes."

she's started moving inside you again and you bite your lip trying to keep quiet.

"alright." the sound of footsteps walking away is quiet before nayeon is driving into you again with renewed vigour.

she's hitting the spot inside you that's making your toes curl, her lips are back around your nipple sucking and licking, and then she's using a hand and pressing down lightly on your lower stomach stimulating your g-spot both from the inside and outside and you cry out around her as you come.

you're panting as she brings you back down, caressing your face and pushing your hair back, moving up to leave kisses all across your face again.

you're only able to open your eyes after a minute or so, blinking dazedly at her as she smiles and plants a kiss on your lips.

"listen... if you want... how about you give me a chance to make you feel loved, to show you how beautiful you are, and if you still feel that way about yourself afterwards, then i'll do all those surgeries for you personally, no more questions asked." she's soft against you, and you can't help but nuzzle your head into her neck, still a little boneless.

"okay."

"okay?" her eyes are bright as she pulls back so she can face you.

you nod with a lazy smile and she's hugging you, kissing your face again murmuring sweet you're so prettys and you did so wells.

too soon and she's lifting herself off you, helping you back into your clothes and standing by the door.

"i'm sorry that i had another appointment. i totally forgot. but i've got your number in my files so i'll message you after work today okay? maybe if you're free tonight we can grab something to eat together?"

you're shy as she's sending you off, nodding a small yes.

"okay don't ghost me now yeah?"

you blush, "y-yeah. see you dr. im."

"nayeon please. you can call me nayeon when we're not... y'know-" she sends you a wink and you only blush more, only barely stopping yourself from bowing to her in apology.

"alright n-nayeon."

"there we go. i'll see you in a bit okay y/n?"

you smile and walk out the door she's opened for you. it would still be a long way before you could be happy with yourself, but you thought maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to postpone your surgeries for a little and see what im nayeon likes so much about you.

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lunarw0rks · 9 months

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hi hiii, I hope ur having a good day<3 I'm rewatching 365 days rn and I was wondering if you could do 141 + graves and Alejandro watching it with us? nsfw would be amazing but it's completely up to you, this is really random im sorry 😭 i just thought of it out of nowhere, and no rush ofc<3

Have a nice day/night/afternoon<3

A/N: If you can't tell I hate this movie. I fell asleep not even halfway through when I watched it. BUT IT'S AN ENTERTAINING REQUEST, SO ENJOY<3

Summary: How they would react to watching 365 Days with you.

Warning(s): suggestive content/language (18+), established relationship, GN!Reader, no use of y/n

Word Count: 1.5k

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365 Days | 141 Headcanons (+ Ale/Graves)

Price

As much as he loved movie nights with you, sometimes he had to join late. Though you insisted that you would wait on him to start it, that you wanted to start from the beginning—he put his foot down. He can come back, halfway through the movie, guess what’s going on, and still enjoy it with you, right? At least, that was his logic.

Tonight was playing out like usual; dinner finished, and he had some paperwork that needed tending to first. So, you’re sat on the sofa, already several minutes through this… questionable movie. Why you had chosen it, you weren’t sure, but it was something to keep you entertained.

He strolled into the living room, a heavy groan when he was finally able to relax. ❝What are you watching, Sweetheart?❞ John’s arm found its way to the back of the couch, a not-so-subtle way to wrap his arm around you. ❝Oh, they’re on a boat. Is this some sort of adventure—❞

❝Oh.❞

As good as he was at keeping his composure, the sudden cut to the explicit boat scene, stunned him to near silence. It was quite humorous, the mortified look on his face as you sat there watching it nonchalantly. But the scene continued, cut-to-cut, at least two minutes of the smutty montage.

❝Are you trying to tell me something?❞ He asks with a stern look, dripping with playfulness, though he found the movie downright unrealistic and cringe-worthy; not at all how he views romance or sex. He’d kidnapped her, tried to make her infatuated, seduced her… he found it downright strange. It definitely didn’t get him in the mood, he spent most of it with a look of contempt on his face—unless he was staring at you.

Simon

He would always let you pick the movies, no matter what. There was no arguing, no bickering over action v. romance, he truly didn’t mind. Movie night often started with Simon silently handing you the remote, eyes glaring until you give up on being polite and just pick the damn film.

You clicked on the Netflix icon, scrolling through the array of films you two hadn’t watched yet. Finally, you hovered over an… interesting choice. One you had seen talked about across social media since its release. Surely, it’ll at least be amusing, right? Even if it's awful?

❝Looks stupid.❞ The intro to the film began to play, his broodiness ever-persistent. But you could take what he dished out because no matter how tough he acted, he cherished evenings like these—no matter what you picked to watch. Throughout the film, he maintained that same stillness he always did; legs spread with one hand in his lap, the other draped over the back of the couch, even during the most heated of scenes.

There were plenty of those, for sure. ❝Can’t believe I’m watchin’ this shit…❞ He grumbled, but was he going to shut it off? Nope. The longer it played, your flushed expression would amuse him—whether it was because you were embarrassed by all the explicit scenes, or because the movie was simply p^rn with little plot. Either way, he spent more time with his eyes on you than the screen. If he did feel himself start getting heated, he’s not going to outright ask, either. He’d rather suffer for an hour and a half, and tease you about the film choice, something might happen ;)

Soap

It wasn’t that you were hiding the fact that you picked this movie, but you didn’t exactly want it to be one you watched together. Your fingers were practically crossed under the blanket, hoping he would at least walk in during one of the semi-normal scenes.

His voice startled you because he had come in so suddenly, and of course during one of the many explicit scenes the movie was littered with. ❝Steamin’ Jesus, bonnie, if you wanted to watch p^rn I could’ve sent you some.❞ His arms crossed over his chest as he watched the screen, but his look was one of awe. Why the hell were you watching this? But most of all, why was he standing here doing the same? You had no doubts about what he said, either. He probably would if you were desperate enough, and it wasn’t exactly a secret how much of a dirty mind he had.

His weight settled on the couch next to you, in the typical cuddling position he put you in during movie night; forcing your head into his lap or against his heart. To this day you’re convinced he only does this so you’ll play with his hair if you were being honest. ❝Didn’t know you liked movies like this…❞ Soap was only trying to be casual, to act nonchalant about what was on screen. But, his mind did wander—doing what he always did when he watched things like that; imagining you in it.

(Let’s just say… he had to do that thing where guys readjust themselves, shifting their hips against the cushion…)

Gaz

Strangely enough, he probably saw the memes about it and decided to give it a try on movie night. So, he got all the favorite snacks, drinks, and most of all you—huddled next to him under layers of blankets. He was expecting something like Fifty Shades—how the both of you spent the entire time cracking jokes and giggling at the outlandish nature of it—or at least, he did. This movie made Fifty Shades look like nothing.

He flashed a side-eye, one to see your expression during such a movie. Explicit scenes; whatever. But this? It was… unsavory for him.

If you wanted to finish it, so be it, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be there. Gaz just found sex scenes like this (overly aggressive/no plot-driving ones) obnoxious. “You sure you want to finish this, babe? I’d rather watch Gray Shades, or whatever the hell it was called, again.” He sounded uncomfortable as if he was watching the scene with his parents looking over his shoulder.

But then again, some of the acting was like a car wreck—so horrific you couldn’t tear your eyes from it. ❝I could beat his ass.❞ Gaz eventually resorted to fierce disdain for the male protagonist about halfway through the film, sizing him up through the screen. Partially to make you laugh, partially because he disliked the character so much, and the film itself. It was humorous for you to watch, to say the least.

Alejandro

Alejandro wouldn’t have chosen the movie. He prefers older movies, nostalgic films, and classic romance movies with plots, not… that. But you wanted to watch it, so he gave it a shot. All else fails, he’ll fall asleep beside you until it’s over, and then get to pick something better once the credits roll.

That’s exactly what happened; him snoring beside you from sheer boredom. Unbeknownst to him, he’d fallen asleep before any of the action happened, so he was in for a literally rude awakening. An awakening you were itching for, to say the least. His head perked up, eyes adjusting to the light from the screen. As usual, he had to wake up from his power nap at the absolute worst moment.

❝They’ve been going this whole time, Mi Amor?❞ Alejandro groans, brows in their natural state—furrowed and focused.

Though it's unfortunate that he wasn’t wrong. The scenes were one after the other, and they barely held weight with the plot. You expected him to be more grumbly about it, hell, even judgmental towards the male character’s form or something. But he merely snickered, eyes turning to yours, ❝I’m nicer to you than that, que no?❞ He says while the female protagonist is being intimidated by her captor, unrealistically aroused while it’s happening. He was, managing to both satisfy you and keep you on your toes simultaneously.

Graves

Graves doesn’t watch movies with you often, both because of his workload, and because he doesn’t sit still long enough to do so. He spends most of his time standing behind the sofa, making snide comments towards something that’s inaccurate in the film, or what a character should’ve done. Tonight, he hadn’t been seen at all, despite knowing you were watching something.

You expected it when you read the description of the movie, it’s sexual nature. You knew he would stroll into the living room at the absolute worst moment. That’s exactly what happened, and it made your eyes roll the second you heard the small chuckle from behind your head. ❝Christ, Sweetheart, you could’ve just asked.❞ Indeed, he had his arms folded across his chest, lips formed into a slight smirk when you turned your head. His smugness was like a parasite—latched and hard to get rid of.

Graves was surprisingly quiet in the moments following, watching the movie in a nonchalant stance. By the shake of his head, you could tell he was going to begin his routine of constant commentary, constant knit-picking. ❝She supposed to be a captive, or somethin’? Should’ve gone that way instead. Now look at her.❞ A smug sneer returned when he sensed your embarrassment as he commented on the explicit scene playing out. It was entertaining for him, to say the least—and it wouldn't be the last you’d hear of it, surely.

#mw2 #mw2 fanfic #call of duty #task force 141 #task force 141 x reader #simon riley #ghost mw2 #alejandro vargas #captain john price #john price #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #soap mctavish #philip graves #phillip graves

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atlabeth · 13 days

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now that the dust has cleared from the chaos for me irl, i want to officially thank you all for 3000 followers!! because wow. where do i even start?

this isn't a milestone i thought i would ever reach. i made this blog during my junior year of high school when i was bored as hell in online school, not knowing what would come of it, and honestly not expecting anyone to read anything i’ve written. i exclusively wrote avatar fics (kind of embarrassing that a series i started at the beginning of my blog still isnt finished huh?) because it was what i had been watching most recently. i started to gain some recognition, made some friends, and slowly but surely i carved out my little corner of the internet. and now, 3 years, 3000 followers, and almost 500,000 words later, i’m going into my junior year of college with some of the best online friends a girl could ask for (shoutout to my day 1 @simplysolo for still being around and still being the best ever, and shoutout to all my other tumblr friends that have deactivated over the years</3 i miss you guys) a whole array of fandoms that i’ve dabbled in, and a newly discovered thing for middle aged men. cool

i truly cannot thank you all enough. i’ve always been a writer, but this blog has given me a sorely needed creative outlet and made me more confident in my writing skills than ever. at the end of the day i’m just writing silly little x reader fics, but i’ve truly had so much fun doing it! every single fictional man im in love with is also in love with me isn’t that crazy!!!

a special, extended shoutout to the loveliest mutuals i’ve picked up over the years. i wouldn’t be half the writer i am and i wouldn’t have half as much fun on here without you all. @simplysolo for being around since the beginning and truly being the greatest person on this app, i love you intensely, @sokkadora for being another one of my ogs (we dont talk anymore but i see you every so often on my dash and you’re doing great!!) @mcallmestiles for being one of the first avatar fics i ever read, traitor encouraged me to be a better writer and i hope you’re doing well with your medical career!! @tangledinlove for being my most famous mutual, the kindest person in the world, and being brought together through the power of lockwood, @giyuji and @milkiane who are both inactive but who i have to tag because i love them and i hope they’re doing well; naomi you got me into the grishaverse and liane we were in the trenches of the stranger things revival together, @boneblushed for dealing with so much but still being phenomenal and lovely in every way, @tommymcartney for being so sweet all the time, my biggest cheerleader and encouraging my insanity in every fandom ive been a part of, @nghtwngs for being the only person who loses it over nikolai lantsov as much as i do, to all my new/more recent mutuals @hotchfiles @ma1dita @moowithmidnight @emiliehornby @supercutszns i can't wait to get to know or keep getting to know you!!! you're all so lovely!!! and all the mutuals i don’t talk to as much as i should, i love you all and cherish you in my heart regardless of if we talk every day or have never said a single word to each other!! i don’t want to tag you all because i don’t want to bother you, but if you’re looking at this and thinking am i talking about you, i am. i love you. it takes a village and im so lucky to have you all as mine

i can’t believe it’s been 3 years, i can’t believe i’m halfway done with college, and i can’t believe we hit 3,000. truly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you so much for reading my fics and letting me be some small part of your lives. i can’t wait to write more for you all. keep a lookout for my 3k celebration post!

#truly cannot thank you all enough <3 #i love my lil corner of the internet #sadie's 3k celebration

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stevebabey · 1 year

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ruby hi!!! massive congrats on your milestone, i can't think of anyone more deserving of love than you my dear <33 i'm loving the sights and scenes of hawkins so far, may i request a trip down to lover's lake ❤️‍🔥 "i've had a terrible day at work so just kiss me" from list five with mr loverboy steve harrington? thank you so much love uu and congrats again!!

KAIT HI!!!!! i'm so glad ur enjoying hawkins m'dear and lover's lake with mr. steve harrington? that one's a dreamboat you're a lucky lady hehe <3 thank u thank u im literally giving u a big KISS rn ur so nice to me- i really hope u like this ! i manipulated the prompt a bit & omg accidentally used loverboy u got into my head this so is written for u

Robin's been keeping count of how many times Keith will ask Steve, in a single shift, to re-organise the front display due to inadequacy. That's the word Keith uses. Says it in that terrible drawl in his throat and with those lifeless eyes that don't seem to care when Steve's eye twitches after he's been asked for the third time.

Steve seriously thinks about kicking the entire display to shit.

He nearly does, just to stick it to Keith and permanently his cheeto-dusted fingertips and greasy mop for hair. God, Keith brings out the worst in him. Steve's honestly just stalling at this point, considering he's got about 15 minutes left of this shift. He busies his hands. Doesn't give the perpetually lurking Keith a chance to drag him into some other mindless job.

The 15 minutes crawl by. He's shrugging off his vest 2 mins out, specifically avoiding Keith's gaze as he maneuvers into the break room quickly.

"You're not finished yet, Harrington!" Keith's grating voice follows him in. Steve doesn't let it phase him, gathering his personal items from the employee room without a pause. He can sense Keith behind him in the doorway like a fucking vampire, some villainous presence hovering nearby.

"I could write you up for that, you know that." A crispy crunch. He's still snacking, even as he berates Steve in that bored tone; Steve wonders if today's the day to pick this fight with him. Really considers it. He ends up just clenching his jaw and watching the clock as it ticks over into sweet, sweet free time.

"Sure, Keith. Whatever you say." He grinds out, not even attempting pleasantries. There's a tight smile on his face but it might be a grimace for all Steve cares. He pushes past him and heads for the door.

"Hey Buckley," There it is again, that drawl that drives Steve nuts. "Can you check the front display? Undoubtedly, your Neanderthal friend will have found a way to mess it up and I'm not staying behind to fix it again."

Steve doesn't need to know what Neanderthal means to know when someone's calling him an idiot. He catches the start of Robin's furious glare, whipping towards her manager, but it disappears from view as he pushes out the door. Too hard. It slams against its hinges with a bang.

The steps rush up to meet his feet as he dashes down them. It's all muscle memory, opening the car door, turning the ignition, reversing out of the Family Video parking lot. The road gets swallowed beneath the car as he drives, a titch too fast than the speed limit warrants. Doesn't matter, Steve knows there's a remedy for his bad mood waiting at home.

You're in the kitchen when he gets in the door. He can tell from your shoes, left strewn halfway across the hall and outside the door to the kitchen, like you'd remembered to take them off at the last second. He toes them to the side with a small smile.

You must be in the middle of fixing a cup of something as there's something in your hand that tinks! gently, a teaspoon against porcelain.

Steve leans against the door frame and drinks his fill of love. Watching you be content as ever in his home, haloed in the setting sunlight through the windows, is a special sort of soothe on his soul. He's not sure he'll ever get used to it; or that he wants to.

Steve takes a breath in, thinks back to when you said love? well, love smells like your shampoo to me once, and thinks now that love must smell like the hot chocolate cradled in your hands. Love smells like you in the kitchen, waiting for him to come home.

You turn, catching sight of him. "Steve!"

His chest turns that bit lighter at your excited voice. He smiles and it comes easy. "Hi, sweetheart."

You cross the room to him, abandoning your steaming mug and Steve's arms are already open by the time you reach him. You slide up onto your toes, arms circling his neck, and you're pleasantly surprised when Steve ducks down and buries himself in your neck, his arms around your waist.

"Missed you," He mumbles and releases a sigh. His arms tighten, pulling you closer.

"Missed you too, Steve." You tell him truthfully, running your hand over the back of his head soothingly. You're like a balm to scorched skin, any fleeting bad feelings scampering at your reassuring touches. "Everything okay?"

Steve dredges his head out of his hiding place, staying close. His nose nuzzles against the length of your own, his eyes tired and affectionate.

"Mm." is the non-committal answer he gives you. He presses forward, lips seeking yours but you dodge them and give him a little frown.

"Everything okay?" You check, repeating the question. Steve can't be mad at your insistence, even though you're depriving him of kisses at the current moment. His thumb swipes along your ribcage impatiently.

"I've just... had a terrible day at work," he admits with a sigh. "So, just kiss me? Please."

And how could deny such a sweet request like that? Not when he sounds like your kisses could cure all his ails, could make any bad day a good one.

"Of course, loverboy," you breathe with a grin, eyes searching his face for the usual blush that arises at the pet name. He doesn't disappoint. Cheeks pink and lips even pinker, you tighten your arms around his neck and kiss him warmly. Steve gleefully tastes chocolate on your lips.

"Any time," you murmur when you pull back, and you mean it. Steve takes you up on that without a moment's hesitation.

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#LOVERBOY STEVE HARRINGTON THE MAN THAT U ARE #this had more plot than soft im sorry #but no im not my goal with these blurbs is to GO with the first idea i have #but i would give him so many kisses to make him feel better #thank u kait for sending one in!!!!!#MWAH MWAH MWAH BABEY I LOVE YA #ruby writes steve #steve x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington blurb #stevie blurb!#ruby's very own tour of hawkins #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #now its beddie byes bruv #i've got work tomorrow earlyyyyy

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remapped-soul · 5 months

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once again with an italian song, this time for charlos

"occhi diversi tutte le sere ma sempre il solito vecchio sorriso" >>> different eyes every single night but always the same old smile

i'm imagining something romantic and cheesy and charles' eyes changing with the light :)

once again, im so sorry how late this is. i had an idea for this ever since you sent me the ask but only now found the energy to write. i hope you like it <3 I tried making it cheesy and romantic. what's for sure, charles' eyes are definitely changing hehe. your prompts have been amazing and I had so much fun writing them

this is a companion piece to my charlos demon au. read it here

tw: mention of the lv incident, and charles is angry about it, but nothing too graphic.

This year was supposed to be different. This year was supposed to be their year. Prayers on his lips, the devil by his side, Carlos was supposed to win this year. Instead, he's barely scrapping in the top 5 as it is. To say he is frustrated is an understatement.

"I thought a deal with the devil meant glory," Carlos says the night after the race in Melbourne. "I thought the car would be strong. I thought--" the voice catches in his throat "--I thought I'd be strong."

Charles is motionless next to him, eyes a blue so dark and deep, no shadow disturbs them. Carlos is a little afraid to look at him.

"It will come." Charles presses his mouth against Carlos' shoulder, heat sipping through the shirt. He inhales, long and deep. He's just like a dog sometimes, Carlos thinks, a little amused, a little fond. Protective and possessive.

"Easy for you to talk." Carlos shakes Charles off. The artificial light of the hotel room slants in his eyes, and for a second, Charles' irises are not deep blue, but milky white. Carlos' heart seizes in his chest. He blinks. Charles' eyes are back to normal. "You were Senna in the past life."

Charles rolls his eyes. "I made a deal with you, not with Ferrari. I can't help them if they're not ready to pay the price."

"And I am? Paying the price?"

Charles smiles, crooked, lopsided, dimples popping, and kisses him into quietness.

It gets better until it doesn't and Carlos has to retire his car in Spa halfway in. It's Charles' turn to be on the podium, and Carlos is so angry he can barely stand to look at him.

"It's just a third place, Carlos. Nothing to stress over."

They go back to the hotel right after Charles finished his media duties, and Carlos wants nothing more than to be alone. He thinks slamming the door would have gotten the message across, but when he turns around, Charles is already there, by the bed, waiting, hands in his pockets, eyes a dull grey.

"A third place and three championships," Carlos sneers now, looking over Charles' shoulder. He can't stand the look in his eyes. "Nothing to stress over."

Charles sighs, exasperated. "I existed before you, Carlos. I will exist after you. My life now is nothing but a moment, painted in a different color. I don't choose my lives, the same way you didn't choose to be bound to me. If I could, I'd always be a king, a winner, but my life is defined by the contracts I make the same way yours is defined by things outside of your control." Charles stops, an angry breath hissing through his clenched teeth. He doesn't talk about his life, his existence as a being outside of the human realm, if he can help it. "You know what you got to do if you wish to never see me again."

Carlos finally looks at Charles. His eyes shine like marble in sunlight. Outside is dark, a starless night.

"And if I do? Will the old Charles be back?" Carlos still remembers the days before he made his pact. The sweet Charles, the shy Charles. The one that blushed around Sebastian Vettel.

"You drivers always think you're so different from one another, but you're all the same." The Charles in front of him gives him a sad smile. "There is no old Charles. It's always been me."

Carlos suddenly feels nauseous. He stares at Charles, at his eyes, at the grey melting into blue. "I think…I think I need to be alone." A pause. "Please."

Charles tilts his head to the side, watching Carlos. Carlos blinks. Charles is gone.

Later, they will be fine, as fine as a demon and human can be. They will fall into bed again, and Charles will let Carlos touch him, slide into him raw, make love to him. Charles will let Carlos wrap his hands around his throat, kiss him breathless, mark him. Charles will let Carlos believe he has power, and Carlos will let it happen, accept it. He will accept anything, everything as long as he gets to enjoy this for a little while longer.

The win in Singapore comes with a bang, and Carlos doesn't have time to think if Charles gave him this only to appease him. He is yelling over the coms, yelling as he gets out of the car, as he embraces the team. He sings every word of Fratelli d’Italia up on the podium. Fred pours champagne over his head, down his overalls. Carlos accepts everything with the biggest smile on his face. He won. He won for Ferrari. With Ferrari.

A tiny voice in his head tells him, you won before Charles this year, before Il Predestinato. It's delightfully mean. Carlos shoves it back where it came from.

He doesn't spot Charles anywhere until after his press conference, when Carlos is pulled into a desolate room, a hand on his mouth to silence him and a cheeky smile greeting him in the dark.

"Hi, champion."

Carlos grins against the fingers. "Hi back," he mumbles, pulling Charles into him by the waist.

Charles' eyes are a kaleidoscope of red-pink-purple, a sunset trapped in his irises. "My beautiful champion," he says and then he kisses Carlos hard on the mouth. Carlos parts his knees, Charles steps closer, pushes his hands underneath Carlos's shirt, fingers on his stomach, skin against skin. Carlos shudders.

"Bebe," Carlos mutters as Charles kisses down his neck. "Not here. Hgmm." Charles bites at a particular sensitive spot on Carlos' neck. "We don't have time."

Charles' eyes glimmer as he looks up at Carlos. "Is that a challenge?" He asks and drops to his knees before Carlos can get a word in.

Ten minutes later they're sliding into their chairs as the debrief starts, and if Carlos fixes his pants and Charles wipes the corner of his mouth, no one bats an eyelash. After all, they were only a few minutes late. No one scolds a Ferrari champion.

The manhole blows up underneath Carlos' car in Las Vegas. It brings the first practice to an end and rules him out of the second one. Because of the damage, he will most likely get a penalty on Sunday. It’s a mess. Charles is fuming.

Carlos watches as Charles paces the length of his hotel room, threat dripping from his tongue like a thunderstorm, and he speaks in French and sometimes in Spanish. Other times in languages that are not familiar at all. Carlos would laugh about it, would pull Charles into his arms, tell him not to worry, kiss the frown off his face. He’d do that and more if it weren’t for the shackles shining bloody red around Charles’ neck, around his wrists, eyes matching as they flare up with every new word.

Charles’ threats are not something to laugh at. They’re real, and if Carlos doesn’t do anything about it, Charles will level the city.

“It’s what they deserve,” Charles spits. “If there is something the humans have been constant about- it's money. It’s always about money. They’d risk everything for it. I should cut their fingers off, one by one. Make them choke on money. Teach them the consequence of greed.”

Carlos sighs. He doesn’t think too much about it and grabs Charles by the arm, pulling him into his lap.

“Cariño,” Carlos soothes, pressing a kiss underneath Charles’ right eye. He puts his fingers on Charles’ neck and doesn’t think about how it burns. “You’re older than mankind. Why are you still surprised?”

Charles growls low in his throat. “They messed with what’s mine.” Surprise and pleasure zip up Carlos’ spine. He drops his hands around Charles’ shoulders, pushes and pulls until Charles gives in and melts against his chest. “I am fine, really. I am here, aren’t I?”

Charles huffs. He grips the hem of Carlos’ shirt and presses his cold nose against Carlos’ neck.

“You could’ve lost your legs,” he mumbles.

“Not for long,” Carlos says as he draws lines on Charles’ back. Up and down, left to right, as soothing as he can make them. “I have you.”

“Yes,” Charles relents, finally, fight going out of him all at once, shackles fading until they leave only unmarred skin behind. “Yes, you do.”

He presses a kiss under Carlos’ ear. If Carlos senses a hit of teeth, too sharp to be human, he doesn’t mention it.

“Will you leave the city and its people alone?”

Charles smiles against his neck. “For now. For you. They owe you a life debt.”

“Yes, yes, my fearless demon,” Carlos says and then tightens his hold and flips them on the bed, Carlos on top, Charles splayed underneath him. For the next several hours Carlos makes sure Charles doesn’t have time to think about decimating the world. Charles lets him.

A pact with the devil is not so bad after all.

#luna.writes #charlos #charlos demon au #charles leclerc #carlos sainz #f1 rpf #f1 fanfic #my stories #part 2 is here and it's not edited and im not sure it makes sense but I had fun writing this #i hope you like

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harringtown · 2 years

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take my love & all my loss

this is pure fluff and im not at all mad about it <3

requested by @fanofthestuff

pairing: steve harrington x reader

summary: reader asks Steve to move in with them (pretty much just Steve getting kissed on the counter, thats it, thats the fic)

word count: 1.5k

Steve likes to bake. Try to get him to cook a meal, and he crumbles, but anything sweet or savory hits his metaphorical sweet spot.

You were dubious the first time, when he dragged you into the kitchen to help with a batch of brownies, but by the end, you were deeply in love with Steve Harrington and his baking skills.

More in love, you suppose. And you’re already stupidly and ridiculously in love with him.

Tonight, the recipe is thumb print cookies, but instead of Hershey’s kisses, Steve proclaimed that mini Reese’s peanut butter cups were superior. And after all this time, you know better than to doubt Steve’s baking.

What you do doubt is his dishwashing ability. Halfway through the process, you forced him out of the way and ordered him to take over the drying. Within seconds, he’s hopped up onto the counter, swinging his ankles and humming tunelessly as he towel dries the bowls you hand him.

“When I have my own place,” Steve begins, setting the mixing bowl and towel aside, “the first thing I’m buying is a dishwasher.”

“You can’t afford an apartment on your own, let alone a dishwasher,” you tease, shutting off the water and stepping between his knees, placing your wet hands on his chest, and dragging them down, effectively drying yourself.

“Hey, hey—” Steve protests, catching your damp wrists and pulling you closer. “Don’t go starting a war you can’t finish.”

You smile, hands falling to rest on his thighs. “Like you could take me.”

“Uh, I absolutely could,” he says, hooking his fingers through your belt loops and pulling you flush against the counter. His knees press into your hips. “Any day, any time.” His attention strays to the side—specifically, to the sink, and the faucet.

“Don’t you dare—“ You warn.

He lunges to turn the water on, and you reach out to try and stop him, which only serves to spray half the kitchen, yourselves included, in water.

“Steven Richard Harrington, I swear to god—“ You screech, trying to pull away, but Steve doesn’t let you go, ducking to press a wet kiss to your nose. He uses one hand to shut off the water before bringing the other to your cheek.

He beams at you, smug, half his hair dusted with water.

“I win,” he says. You snort, shaking your head.

“That is called cheating,” you say.

“That,” Steve says, “is called strategy.”

You roll your eyes, looping your arms around his neck, and his hands find your waist. And suddenly, the words you’ve been waiting for the right time to say fly to your tongue, and you can't remember why you put them off so long.

Steve’s goofy grin softens, and he gives you that smile, the one he has reserved for you.

“What?” he asks gently. “I got something on my face?”

“No. I’m just…” Your lips turn up. “Admiring the view.”

Steve’s brows twitch. Usually, he’d crack a joke, but he must sense the shift in the air, because he says nothing at all. He just looks at you. Looks at you like he never wants to stop.

You take his chin in one hand, tilting it down and pressing your lips to his. It’s a gentle kiss, barely more than a peck. You don’t pull back all the way, brushing a kiss across one cheek, the other, moving up to his nose.

When you finally shift back, your hands stay on his cheeks, and his skin is flushed.

“What was that for?” Steve murmurs. His irises are wide and blown, and his heart hammers under your palm, where it’s pressed against his chest.

“Since when do I need an excuse to kiss you?”

Steve says, “Touché,” before he leans back in, catching your mouth in his. It is in no way a chaste kiss, but it isn’t frantic or wild like your first was, beneath Starcourt a year ago—all bloody lips and bruised hands and this terrifying, overwhelming feeling that you were running out of time. And to be fair, you were.

Now, though, you kiss him like you have all the time in the world. Slowly, lazily. Your fingers trace across the constellation of freckles on Steve’s skin, memorized a long time ago. Every inch of him is familiar, learned on dark nights and bright mornings, on the worst days and the best.

You slide your hands up to his hair, tangling your fingers in the soft strands and drawing him closer. A soft, approving noise slips from the back of his throat, just like you knew it would.

Because you know him, and he knows you, and after all this time, that fact isn’t as terrifying as it once was.

You break from his lips but dip your forehead against his. He lets out a soft sigh, and his breath is warm on your chin.

“You know, you may not be able to afford a dishwasher on your own,” you say softly, cheeks flaming, “but I bet we could.”

Steve shifts back. His brows furrow and his lips pull into a thin line.

“I mean, I know we haven’t really talked about it,” you say, “but we do joke about it all the time, and we’ve both been saving up, and I just thought… maybe you’d want to move in together.”

Steve blinks once. Twice. He goes so still, it’s like he’s glitched.

“What?” he asks, and his voice is low. “You—You want me to move in with you?”

You lean away, suddenly aware how closely you’re pressed together. Heat rushes up your neck, over your cheeks.

You clear your throat. “I know we’re not exactly loaded, and our parents will say we’re young and naive and stupid, but… I don’t know, I guess after everything that’s happened, it seems really silly to care what anybody thinks. We fought inter dimensional monsters, for Christ’s sake, so I think we could handle—“

Steve takes your face in his hands, effectively cutting you off, but he doesn’t say anything. He just looks at you, shaking his head, like he’s never seen you before.

And now it’s your turn to ask, “What?” in that insecure tone.

“I…” Steve pauses. Seems to toss the words around in his mouth. If you didn’t know him, you wouldn’t recognize it for what it is: the decision to tell the truth. Steve Harrington had to learn vulnerability, and sometimes, he still struggles to keep a hold on it. “You know, I’ve lived in this house my entire life.” He tosses a glance around his parent’s kitchen. “And it was always just a house. It wasn’t even mine; it was just a house.” That sad, soft glaze slides over his expression—that empty, hollow hurt that he’ll probably never get rid of.

Your heart aches for the boy who still doesn’t think he deserves a happy ending. You lean forward, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before he continues speaking.

“And when I got dragged through that gate, and those… things were attacking me, I was so sure that it was the end. I was gonna die in some parallel universe from hell, but I wasn’t even scared. Not to die, at least.” He blinks a few times, like he’s forcing tears back. “I was just fucking terrified that I’d never see you again. And then you showed up with Robin and the others, swinging that friggin’ oar like some action movie hero, and I remember thinking, ‘that’s my way home.’” He clears his throat. “And I think the reason I never felt like I fit in this place is because it’s not my home.” He leans in, grazes a soft kiss across your lips. He doesn’t pull all the way back as he says, “You are my home. And I think you have been for a while, and I—“ He averts his gaze, a sheepish grin on his lips. “I guess I was just worried I wasn’t your home.”

You shake your head. “Steve Harrington, that is the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever said.” You slip your arms around his waist, and say, “You are my person. My home.”

Steve smiles, and it’s still the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen—it has been, since the first time he cracked a grin at you through blood-stained teeth, both of you protecting the kids from a stampede of Demodogs in the tunnels.

“So, you’re saying we’re buying a dishwasher?” Steve asks.

You laugh, and say, “I think we have to find an apartment, first.”

“Apartment, dishwasher, dog. Got it.”

“When the hell did a dog join the picture?”

Steve gives you a patronizing look.

“If you think we’re not getting a dog, you’re out of your mind,” he says.

You roll your eyes and press your lips to his, smiling through the kiss.

“Apartment, dishwasher, dog,” you say. “Sounds like home.”

Steve kisses you again, once, twice, three times.

“Yeah,” he says. “It does.”

And it does, but it could be a cardboard box, and it would still feel like home if Steve is there. Because the house isn’t home. He is.

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night-market-if · 24 days

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I was wondering if demo games mean that its not/never will be the full game, cause im a college student n dont want to spend money on what some might consider like “in app purchases” but i love playing these games, so what is a demo? Why do people release them or is it just general knowledge that any game listed as a demo isint and never will be a complete story? I see demo games with update screens where they plan to add content and i get confused if this is a full game just waiting for morec or if i would need to go buy something.

I can't speak for other IF authors because I don't know.

For me, book 1 is released and it is not a demo any longer. It is available for purchase as an entire game right now on both Steam and Itch.io. It will occasionally receive an update to fix bugs or what not. I have two other complete works out as well that are related to book one.

Book 2, however is in a WIP format. So I consider it a demo. I release it as I write it. But it is still in need of some heavy editing and expansion in areas. There may also be breaks in it that will just not get fixed this round. When I'm done, I take the entire game down. Go over it for a few months to polish it and add, and then release it for sale. But the WIP is free. If you want early access to a chapter, you have to join Patreon but I put it out about two weeks later for the public.

Everyone does it differently so it's worth talking to the authors. Most demos are free though and are just in the WIP state. Or they are full demos that are giving you a taste of the real game. I have a free demo on itch.io for book 1. But book 1 is complete and available for purchase after.

But, just as a heads up, most IF's will probably not reach full release status. A lot of people do go into this not realizing the time it might take. Or they go into it and lose drive halfway through. So just be careful. Get to know the community and you will get a sense for which authors will be finishing and which ones won't.

Hope this helps.

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runnning-outof-time · 1 year

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All I Want for Christmas is You | Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - part of my Countdown to Christmas Event

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader (modern)

Summary: In which (Y/N) tells Tommy that she doesn’t need anything materialistic for the holidays this year, and instead she only needs him.

Warnings: mentions of drinking

Word Count: 1091

A/N: this might be my favorite out of all of these stories. I had so much fun writing it. And I realize that it might be a bit niche with the channels I’m talking about, but hopefully I’ve explained it good enough. Only 7 more days!! Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future stories similar to this one!

The fire was lit, sending its crackling sound throughout the home as Tommy and (Y/N) finished their cleaning up after dinner. Once all of the dishes had been put away, (Y/N) grabbed two glasses and moved over to where Tommy had been working on uncorking a fresh bottle of wine. He grinned at her as she set them in front of him, and he poured two, generous amounts before they each grabbed one and made their way into the living room.

"Is it my turn with the remote?" (Y/N) asked as they both fell down onto the sectional.

"I believe so," Tommy responded as he made himself comfortable, resting his glass of wine on his abdomen as he propped his feet up on the coffee table.

"Perfect. I think my show's on tonight," she said with a grin as she sat down next to him, tucking herself into his side as she began clicking through the channels.

"Great," he responded with a tight-lipped smile that made (Y/N) giggle.

He wasn't the biggest fan of the gaudy reality shows that his girlfriend loved to watch. But it was her night to choose, and he knew that he couldn't give much opinion on the matter after making her watch football match after football match just a few days prior to this. In his defense though, the World Cup only came around every four years.

Silence fell between them as (Y/N) flipped through the channel guide, hoping to find something that would catch her eye. A sigh escaped her lips when she reached the channels that nobody really even looks at...you know, the ones that just play music 24/7.

"Nothing?" Tommy questioned upon seeing her default to the nightly news, which he <knew> wasn't a conscious choice of hers.

"Nothing," she affirmed with a frown, resting the remote on the side of the couch as she took a sip from her glass. She then dropped her head onto Tommy's shoulder and closed her eyes, deciding to take in the peaceful sound of the fireplace as it drowned out the voice of the news anchor talking away on the TV. "I've got an idea," she said after a few minutes had passed, sitting back up so that she could grab the remote again.

"What's that?" he questioned, watching her with a look of intrigue spread across his face.

"How about we put one of those music channels on, you know, the one that plays Christmas music, and we dance?" she shared her idea as she quickly flipped through the channel guide again.

"I thought we'd be relaxing," Tommy stated as he looked at the TV. She was approaching the music channels now, telling him that she was serious about this idea.

"Dancing is relaxing," she insisted as she settled on the channel that she wanted. She then put the remote down on the couch's arm and found a spot on the coffee table for her glass. "Come on, Tommy," she coaxed him as she stood up, "I know you love Bublé," she finished her statement with a grin.

"Can't say I've ever listened to 'im," he commented on the artist she mentioned.

"Come on anyway," she persisted, holding out her hand for him to take. Tommy glanced at it before his eyes found her pleading ones once more. "The song's halfway finished," she pointed out, a pout on her face.

He made her hold her expression for a few moments longer before he set his glass on the coffee table and grabbed hold of her waiting hand. (Y/N) couldn't help but smile as he stood and moved with her to the open area of the floor. Michael Bublé's version of Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas was the song that was playing, and it was perfect to dance to. (Y/N) wasted no time in draping her hands over his shoulders, and he responded by hooking his fingers together against the small of her back. They swayed slowly to the music, enjoying the feeling of being so close to one another.

"This is nice," (Y/N) hummed after they'd been dancing for a few moments.

"It is," Tommy agreed, resting the side of his head against hers. He knew very well that he could be sequestered in his office, working away at figuring out the latest business deals and potential moves that his company could make, but at the moment, this seemed like a better use of his time.

"You know, for Christmas this year, I don't want any expensive gifts...like fancy cars, or clothes, or accessories. All I want for Christmas this year is you, Tommy," she said then, pulling back from him slightly so that she could look at him once she was done speaking.

"Oh yeah?" he asked her, his eyebrows raised slightly as he continued to sway to the music with her.

"Yeah," she nodded, an assured tone laced into her voice, "all of those material things are nice, don't get me wrong on that, but I truly don't need any of those things to be happy this year. All I need is to be with you," she doubled down on her statement.

"No presents to unwrap? No gifts that I have to go out and get?" he asked her some questions, in hopes to gain the clarity that he was pretty sure he already had. He guessed that he was just checking to make sure.

"Nope. None of that," she shook her head.

"You're making it easy on me this year," he remarked with a grin then, his words making (Y/N) laugh.

"It's the least that I can do with all of the things you've got going on at the moment. Don't need me throwing a super long list at you like I'm a kid again."

"You know I'd get you every single thing on that list."

"You would...I have no doubt of that," (Y/N) giggled softly, "so that's why all I want for Christmas is you this year," she ended her statement by repeating her initial phrase.

"I might just be able to make that happen," Tommy told her with a grin as he rested his forehead against hers.

"Perfect," she whispered against his lips before he brought her into a slow kiss.

Tommy hoped that she'd understand if he strayed slightly from her original wish of him not getting her anything...because in eight days, on Christmas Day, he was planning to propose to her.

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dumbass-tumbler-cryptid · 4 months

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(sorry for any mistakes, I should have gone to sleep instead of reading but I couldn't resist)

I managed to find time to read a few fragments and I absolutely love the relationship between Mo'at and Spider - I was blown away by "His father was lurking somewhere, laying in wait to snatch him up, what was the grandma going to do? Hit him with her house slipper?" I imagined it lol. I also read the scene about summoning ghosts and my oh my it was brilliant (I wonder if Kiri managed to "talk" to Grace?) The fact that Quaritch revealed himself every time Spider had a bad foster home>>> I honestly have no idea what Im thinking about Quaritch, in this fanfic he makes me feel pity, sympathy and hatred at the same time. I skimmed the whole work but I didn't see Lyle's name so I assume his meeting with Spider is not described in this version? During the weekend I will read everything and try to write my best thoughts about it, I feel that there will be a lot of them. I really can't believe that it finally came out and I'm glad that it's so unexpected, otherwise I would probably die of impatience if I knew that it would come out let's say in two days. I can't wait for the sequel, in the meantime, can you give a snippet? <3

Oh my god thank you so much 😭. I really love hearing people’s thoughts so thank you for sharing them with me 💞

So I’m actually not done with the expanded version of cabin! I’ll probably post another 3-5 chapters of the expanded version. I think I can probably get the next chapter out within the next few days. Lyle will probably be in the chapter after that, where I’ll expanded on his time at the Cabin. I’ll also add in and flesh out that bonus scene with Z. But yeah, I fully intended on following the plot of the original Cabin just with a ton more detail. Then I’ll finish up the endings which I’m about halfway done with. I took a break from them to write everything I just posted. I really felt like I needed to flesh out Spider’s time with the Sully’s and his time in the Cabin for the endings to have the impact I want so here we are!

And of course you can have a snippet!

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After lunch Miles did his math work, reveling in the warmth of the sunlight like a spoiled cat. He couldn’t have spent his entire school day outside like this in his old life. Miles had to chuckle to himself just thinking about it. It had taken time to get used to his new life, but under his father’s care he somehow had more freedom now then he did back then. He set his school schedule. He decided where he studied. He set the pace of his education. He wasn’t shipped around from foster home to foster home. He had choices. He had stability. He was loved.

Pa busied himself inspecting the perimeter of the cabin, searching for any hint of an issue to fix before it became a problem. He checked up on his son a few times, monitoring his progress until he was satisfied with Miles' work. “Let’s wrap that up. I think it’s time you got some exercise.”

“Can that exercise be skateboarding,” Miles asked with a big grin and pleading eyes.

Pa huffed a small laugh, “Do ten laps around the house, fifty push-ups, fifty burpees, a hundred squates, and a hundred crunches then sure. You can do whatever you want.” Miles took off, completing his exercises with speed, skill and strength, his father standing by, counting out each rep, beaming with pride as his son effortlessly finished the tasks. Pa looked at his watch, a big smile on his face, “That’s my boy! Barely twenty minutes. But I’m not surprised. You're amazing, after all.” Miles averted his gaze, still uncomfortable with the praise his father would constantly heap onto him, though secretly reveling in it. “You got forty minutes to spend however you want. Don’t go gettin’ to wound up though y’a hear. Y’a still got to get through science today.” Miles nodded racing off to the back yard to skateboard on the half pipe he and his father had built the past spring.

Public school could never, Miles thought as he skated. Homeschool just worked for him so much better than his old education system ever had. He was so lucky that Pa had taken him away from all of that.

#spider socorro #miles spider socorro #miles quaritch #colonel miles quaritch #cabin in the woods #avatar fanfiction #my fanfic

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writing-hat · 2 months

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hi hat! im the same anon you responded to earlier in the day and i wanted to say two things:

thank you for being concerned about my essay :) i got it finished on time lol

WTF CHAPTER 15 WAS SO GOOD AND I STARTED TO HYPERVENTILATE HALFWAY THROUGH AND CRIED LIKE TWICE 🤩🤩🤩

like i said before, your writing is so good! after reading ch 15 i was inspired enough to sit down and work on a wip thats been rotting on my computer for months. thanks for being such an inspiration even if it wasn’t something you planned :D

sincerely,

anon :)

(ps from now on im signing these with a smiley face so you know its me)

HIIII I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO BE ANSWERED I kept deleting and rewriting stuff cuz I can't speak properly _(:3」∠)_

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I'm glad you finished your essay in time GKGRQJKGJREG studies are important (I am obliged to not tell you otherwise RSEKLGRESG) And I'm really glad you enjoyed chapter 15 aaaaaa it was a tough chapter argh sorry you cried ;;w;;) thank you for the nice words tho <3

I'm so glad I got you to work on your own WIP!!! Definitely not something I planned but hey not complaining for more beautiful creations to be sent into the world! Can't wait yo see what you're writing about (if you ever want to share it of course)

Thank you again smiley anon!

Hope you'll like what I have in store next! And see you around!!!

#hat's words #anonymous asks are scary #smiley anonymous person :)#<- you get your own tag lol #(sorry for taking so long to answer btw argh)

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aphrodite-would-be-proud · 2 years

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im not sure if you’re still doing the aot kids (gabi,falco,udo,zofia) hcs? if so i had a request of reiners s/o just playing video games with the kids on a snow day ?

Game night with Reiner's cousins

{ Reiner x reader | tw:none | fluff | modern }

{ "A village in the snow" 1929, by Peder Mørk Mønsted 1859–1941 }

Frost crystals gliding through the crisp air, descending onto the freshly shovelled driveway, one stacking on top of the other, gradually building up despite the slowly rising temperature as the sun peeks through the far hills.

The unfolding scenery outside your bedroom window mattered none to you, neither did the quiet squirrels leaving feather soft footprints tracks behind them before climbing the nearest tree, or the dog's barks chasing them.

For your mind only cared about the comforting warm hug of your blanket, basking in the blissful state of being half-awake.

Burying your face further against the soft pillow, you paid no mind to the rustling of sheets on your left or the mattress dipping down in weight right next to your waist.

It was only when the cold air glazed your exposed skin, that your eyebrows knitted as a protest formed at the edge of your lips. Only for it to be abruptly pushed back by the shiver running up your spine at the feeling of soft warm kisses being trailed down your neck, dipping into the crease where it met your shoulder.

"Baby" murmured a voice akin to melted honey right against your skin, " it's time to wake up." you could feel a hand brushing against the side of your face, making your eyelashes flutter.

Reiner's weight shifted off your side, you could hear the clinking of a spoon against the glass cup as it stirred it before the weight returned.

The smell of your delicious drink was what pushed your muscles into making the decision to sit up for you, back pressed against the bed header for support. With your vision still drowsy, it was Reiner's hand cupping yours that guided the cup to your mouth, waiting for you to blow the hot surfaces away before taking a sip.

Leaving the blanket discarded as the liquid warmth travelled down your throat, warming your insides and giving you the needed boost of energy to regain focus on the face in front of you.

The edge of Reiner's lips quirked up when you attempted saying good morning only to be interrupted by a yawn halfway through.

"Good morning to you too, i hope you slept enough because-" the buzzing of the doorbell grabbed both your attentions.

It only took 5 seconds for you to put 2 and 2 together, one glancing out the window to the thick blankets of snow covering the roads was all it took to clue you in.

"Schools might be closed for today but jobs sure aren't, Zeke and Colt came to drop them off before their shift at the clinic." Reiner explained as he got off the bed, "i can distract them for 15 minutes while you get ready, otherwise i can't guarantee Gabi won't slam open the bathroom door on you like last time."

Not wanting to tempt fate a second time, you hurried downing the rest of the drink before starting your morning routine.

Stepping outside the bedroom, the four kids with their messy hair and still in their pyjamas took one glance at you then rainer as they demanded food, their food negotiator diplomat being Zofia as usual.

Half a dozen cream filled pancakes later, they were happily laying on the couch, Udo and Falco sharing an iPad as they started rewatching the entirety of My Little pony for the second time this month while Zoifa took occasional glances at their screen between scrolling through tumblr.

Where is Gabi you might wonder, well she just happened to be clinging to a certain cousin of hers as he was finishing tying his work uniform, going through the five stages of grief because Reiner refused to take her to work with him.

When both the puppy eyes and attempted blackmail didn't work, she stomped back into joining the rest of her friends, moping around with a scowl that softened when Falco made her a spot to sit between him and Zofia.

Meanwhile you were just starting your own 5 stages of grief as the realisation that Reiner has work today settled in. Don't get me wrong you did know the kids pretty well and they confided in you even, although you knew most of your encounters with them were always made easier by the presence of your husband who knew how to keep them in line, aka convincing them that maybe arson isn't such a cool pog activity.

And you just weren't ready for the vail to unravel, the thin layer of adorable nature that kids have that had everyone fooled into forgetting the true demons lurking beneath it.

It really does say something about a species when its offspring being loved is hardwired into each one of its elders، just so the offspring survives long enough to develop a conscience that maybe other people do also deserve to live.

…

You really should stop listening to Zeke's drunken lectures at family gatherings when he corners you.

Anyway young Aristotle, you've been standing in the kitchen pondering all of that while holding the last glass of juice that the kids didn't gobble down. It wasn't till the you felt the warmth of an arm lightly wrapping around you as your husband leaned in for a peck on the cheek, steadying you back into reality.

"Someone's still sleepy" he rubbed along your side in an effort to apologise for this last minute plan he roped you into, "I'll make it up to you, i promise."

You didn't doubt that he'd keep his words but you'd be damned if you didn't let yourself play the role of the tired spouse just to milk more affection out of him.

Plus you can handle a bunch of toddlers? You were a toddler once so like how hard can it actually be.

10:33am the fall.

You wouldn't say you'd consider yourself a hardcore gamer who is known amongst portal speedrun world record holders, but you know your way around a counterstrike lobby like anyone else.

Maybe you even finished a broken sword dark souls run in the past, or maybe you're one of the few that actually bothered to take support in League and be good at it.

Or maybe you're an expert in stardew valley optimization, getting to marry shane before the first spring ends which is concerning because why would you even marry shane.

Or you're a Sims mod hoarder who is 9 generations into your third vampire astronaut OC's ark and moulded each one of those people with the precision of marble sculptures.

Or just maybe you've never held a controller before and passing candy crush second stage was the highlight of your gamer career.

It matters non.

Because in this reality, in this current timeline nothing could've ever prepared you for the question Falco asked you so innocently.

"Do you know roblox?"

The mere mention of the game's name got every one of those kids to drop the peaceful facade act and flick a primal switch inside them.

"Uh yeah?" You lied, what in god's name is a roblox.

"So you know how to play adopt me?" Said Zofia in a sceptical voice as she looked at you with her sceptical face.

You could still back off, just admit to the kids that barely started middle school in front of you that you're an out of touch adult, a fraud who's been pretending to be not like other adults and is actually a cool person.

…over your dead body.

"Who doesn't." They stared at you for a solid 10 seconds, but you didn't budge.

The tense atmosphere vanished as they visibly beamed in excitement, each one of them throwing a question after question at you. Like what kind of pets you had and if you're excited for the fashion show update.

"No my ghost bunny is cooler" insisted Udo as he stared down Gabi who was boasting about her elf hedgehog.

"Imagine thinking a 2020 pet is a flex, couldn't be me" was the fuel Zofia added to the flames.

"You got a single legendary and you made it your whole personality" Gabi shot back.

"Guys can we not start this argument again" Faclo tried to reason with the bunch as they seemed to forget the fact you're also in the room.

"I don't wanna hear it from someone who still uses the default eyes"

Oh no.

"At least I'm not in a sonic roleplay discord server "

"Oh shut up you literally main Hu tao and throw a fit when anyone brings a healer to a domain"

"I know you're not talking shit right now you Childe main, didn't you actually cry when the Ayato banner came?"

"Didn't you lie to your mom just to get money for the Diluc skin?"

"Yeah and so did you for the fortnite battle pass!"

"You literally kin naegi-"

You have to do something, you're 99% sure they forgot you're in the room and if you let them be they'll reveal things you don't wanna know.

"Okay that's enough" you said sternly, standing up to add an advantage to your intimidation roll.

Well whether you failed or not, it was more than enough to get them to remember they're not talking in a voice call rn but in real life.

In a milliseconds, guilty puppy eyes surrounded you as they attempted to salvage what's left of their innocent facade.

"We're sorry we didn't mean to yell." said Falco as he tried to hide his face behind his oversized sticky IPad, apparently the only actual kid in the bunch who felt guilty.

The rest of them just avoided eye contact with you.

You sat back down, attempting to think of a way to get them back on the same page, having a vague knowledge of the titles they mentioned.

They seemed to at least forget about roblox which is good, you didn't wanna pay for that lie today although you had a feeling it might come back to bite you soon.

Reiner wasn't big on video games, he much preferred active hobbies like sports or calming ones like knitting or baking.

Leaving you with your work laptop.

"Do you know flash games?" You were answered with their confused faces.

12:28pm the rise.

"So I can just serve them a burger with nothing but lettuce and mayo and they'd still give me money." Said Udo with a very concerning happy smile.

"Make sure to burn his burger too" added Gabi sitting next to him.

Zofia and Falco, who just finished their turn with perfect scores, seemed content with watching the other two be an absolute menace to the customers.

1:06pm

"No, I wanna be fire girl"

"You keep jumping into water puddles! You're water boy shush.

2:56pm

"Why would Elsa even have glass in her feet that doesn't make sense"

You quickly made them close that game.

4:20pm

The doorbell rings, and you go quickly to answer it. Taking the food from the delivery guy as you make your way back to where the 4 of them were having a rock paper scissor tournament to decide on who picks the movie.

You ended up winning and picked your favourite one, halfway through you noticed how they all were fast asleep.

Getting up and pausing the film, you carefully move each of them to the main bedroom.

5:00pm

"And they had lunch after, they did seem kinda sad for not being able to play outside because of the snow." you said as you typed away at your laptop, making sure none of them installed a roblox on it or something. "But it cheered them up when I agreed to rate their roblox avatars."

"That's good, did you have lunch too baby? You must be exhausted by now. Again I'm really sorry for leaving you alone in all of this." Came Reiner's voice from your phone speaker.

Your typing paused, you do miss him.

With some encouragement and reassurance from his end, you ended up spilling your worries and troubles to him. He listened to you vent with the occasional comforting words.

Colt's shift ends today around 6pm, so the both of you had a whole two hour to talk to each other to your hearts' content.

#aot #aot x reader #snk #aot x y/n #reiner x reader #Reiner 🕯#kiddo gang🕯#aot fluff #fluff

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iantimony · 2 years

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tuesday again ?

i feel like im gonna have a lot of very boring short ones like this because i dont really get to. do fun things. right now because of grad school workload. so there's that. anyways here she is

listening: same locked tomb podcasts as last week, plus some TDH. (i am once again projecting blorbo of the week onto TDH albums - last time it was the untamed onto act v, now we're doing the locked tomb on act iv, my brain is a circle)

like im SORRY but that song is just john god gaius! "So, will I never know heaven or hell?/Or is eternity something worse?" is my body really part of the earth? and is there blood running through my veins? idk john you tell me!

reading: i lied and did finish rereading gideon the ninth in basically one sitting tuesday night last week, oopsie! however i did also read this songxuexiao fanfic, obsessed with the setting and the vibes of that one.

watching: none this week

playing: none this week

making: continuing to crochet my shawl! i was almost halfway done but then i frogged a bunch of rows because i noticed i skipped a stitch about six rows back. so. gotta re-make up that progress unforutnately

BONUS: what delights have I experienced?

walking around: did a LOT of walking this weekend - me + roommate + her boyfriend all went to her family's place outside of chicago for the weekend to belatedly celebrate all our birthdays! walked around geneva and batavia on saturday, i originally planned on using some birthday money on wardrobe additions but unfortunately nothing caught my eye, but i did get this very cute lamp pull from some woodworking grandpas

then we did chicago on sunday, mainly linkin park zoo, which was so good... got to see some great creatures.

fellowship: pain. too much fellowship. an abundance of fellowship. spent the whole weekend with people which was fun but boy howdy do i need some alone time

deliciousness: paneer my beloved. roommate got indian food last night and bequeathed the leftovers upon me so that was lunch today. we hit the chicago oven pizza grinder on sunday and that was pretty good, roommate really hyped it up but it was ... fine ... i think i just can't get over how weird the concept of "pizza pot pie" is. the dough was really good tho. best meal of the weekend was probably sushi on friday night, the restaurant also had one of those robots and it was very cute

goofing: zoo is probably included in the goofing. certainly saw some very good goofy lil guys. meerkats are for sure goofy little guys. hearing their little toes going tippy tap on the stone was priceless.

transcendence: n/a

amelioration: n/a

coitus: im choosing to treat this one as an experience that made me go "wow this fucks" instead of literally fucking because otherwise it will be Blank Every Week.

enthrallment: still majorly hyperfocusing on the locked tomb ... brain empty no thoughts only lyctors

wildcard: n/a

#tuesdayposting

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sunflowersand-bees · 2 years

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episode four: wait why does luther look normal? oh luther this is just kind of sad. oh wow how did that happen. damn not a serum. oh so thats what the scars are. he looks like bigfoot. wait is he literally part ape? they thought it was cha-cha and hazel? why didn't they call a family meeting? why didn't diego tell them? i bet they won't realize klaus is gone until at least halfway through the episode. oh you've been taking it since you were a kid? suspicious. awwww lenny i changed my mind i like him don't apologize for existing. they really underestimated klaus and ouch i can't believe hes right about not being noticed gone. I've decided that i like diego and patch. damn right after i liked them. no, shit, Lenny's being creepy nope nope nope. my phone's about to die so i won't be be able to record my thoughts as i watch but I'll give my afterthoughts.

(ps i ended up binging a couple eps and i dont remember my afterthoughts, except that i almost cried during dave's death scene for some reason)

ok im on episode 7 now. can't believe lenny is tua's henry bowers. patricide buddies.

(and here's where i stopped recording my thoughts because its funner to just pay attention)

for the rest of s1: damn that was a violent way for lenny to die but yk slay. i liked vanya's fancy fit + the weird eyes, but i didn't like how her suit magically turned white, that made no fucking sense. well shit the moon exploded and everyone died. did five save hazel and agnes? can't say i'm super sad about most of those deaths, although it sucks that claire is technically dead.

i'm now on s2 ep5 and i gotta say i can't tell if the gays are winning or not bc on the one hand we have gays but on the other hand the gays are going through some Shit. i've decided that diego is bi with a pref for women and klaus and vanya are both unlabelled. also i like diego a lot lot more now than i did when i started the show obvs. hazel and agnes' thing was super weird but they had luther and allison's bs and they had five fall in love with a mannequin (yeah i know its trauma shit but still) so i'm just gonna brush it aside. i love ray, i love this civil rights storyline. i love that klaus was a cult leader and i hate that he's not sober anymore. luther, get over yourself and allison, goddamn. i knew that vanya and sissy were gay from the moment it showed vanya sitting with harlan in sissy's house i was like "oh so she stayed and she's one of harlan's moms now" and i was correct, and i think that's wonderful bc i thought i was being queerbaited for a mo there. i love this whole 60s theme, i had to pause any scene with klaus and dave like five times because i get bad second-hand embarrassment. anyway yeah i'll update you guys after i finish s2 maybe.

#tua #riv watches tua #riv rambles

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Hii it's the anon who asked about JJK and a hijabi reader and I just read your piece on Gojo and omg MashaAllah it might be one of THE BEST pieces I read!! 🥹🥹

I don't even know where to start!! I was giggling and kicking my feet the whole time! MashaAllah your ideas were so original and creative and you wrote them so nicely and you nailed Gojo's character personality!!

For example it was so creative to talk abt how he would mistake us for doing a cosplay cause of similar experiences he had whilst living in Japan!

Here are other stuff that I just thought were👩‍🍳💋 (sorry it might be long :'))

- the abayas being expensive was too relatable and him buying a whole wardrobe is just soo him!! I loved that part!

- Gojo sweating in a tank top like an immigrant dad was not something I thought I could imagine but here we are. And I love it!!! Also the breezy abaya in summer was so relatable again :)))

The quick fire headcanons were amazing, especially:

- the terrorist jokes, he 100% makes them lmao

- stepping on our abayas on purpose like a child is soo him, especially if he didn't want us to go anywhere or something 😭

- and him having extra pins on his uniform just for us 🥹🥹🥹. I'm usually that friend and having someone else do that for me is justttt 🥰🥰.

Overall, just thank you so so much for taking up my ask, I sent it so quickly after reading your Ramadan work, I even forgot to check if you were taking any requests 😭.

I can't wait to read more!! Also not sure if you write for him, but I was wondering if you could include Sukuna to your list of characters for this? No pressure though!! :)

JazakAllah!!

- ⭐

i've been saving this ask in my ask box for so so long just because i wanted to keep it forever and ever and now i'm scared tumblr's going to delete it by accident. i hope you don't mind me responding to this really really late but i keep coming back to this ask every couple of days because it's just so sweet and i love you so so much.

you genuinely flatter me tooooo much. you're a writer's dream reader fr thank you so much for your kind words and i'm so glad you liked it so much.

i think representation in media is incredibly important and i havent seen that many muslim reader fics so i try to write as many as i can. they don't get a lot of engagement tbh but even if one person reads it and feels seen that's enough for me !!!

stop it you ask is making me giggle again for like the 100th time. every time i read it i feel so giddy and happy. honestly that's the biggets compliment ever. i feel like the way i write characters is a little ooc sometimes but you're so sweet to say that. i really really appreciate and i hope you like sukuna's one (when i eventually get round to finishing it and posting it).

also abayas are too expensive nowadays i could cry seeing some of the prices so now i wear a mixture of farasha abayas and long modest dresses that arent form fitting because they tend to be a lot cheaper.

I WILL DIE ON THE IMMIGRANT DAD GOJO HILL. IT DOESNT FIT HIS CHARACTER AT ALL AND IT'S STUPID I KNOW BUT I WILL DIE ON THAT HILL IT'S REAL TO ME !!!!!

ughh yes i love you for being that friends. backbone of our society for real !!!

honestly please feel free to send in any more requests you have, they can be literally about anything and i'd be more than happy to do it.

icl i was halfway through megumi's and i started wring sukuna's and nanami's but then i got caught up in writing other things that i suddenly got inspiration for. and the way i write is i have to focus on one thing at a time but i will hopefully post them soon inshaAllah. i was thinking of splitting sukuna into two parts as well, like true form heian era sukuna and a modern era sukuna too. but yeahh inshaAllah soon !!!

im so sorry to keep you waiting for a response and i hope you don't hate me ;-; i really really wanted to keep this ask forever but it's fine i have a screenshot of it anyways hehehehehe so i can read it back time to time.

i appreciate you sending an ask in so so much and genuinely you've made so many of my days by sending this in. thank you so so much and i hope you have a wonderful day inshaAllah. also wa iyakki my love and sukuna looks so good lmaooo. that's brother suleiman fr fr

wishing you the very very best and i hope you're taking care and staying safe inshaAllah <333

also here's a picture of mufti abdul ghaffur

#🌻.deepchromatose

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Firstly I was supposed to read Bodyguard yesterday's night, but someone fucking annoyed me (work stuff) at 9pm 😡 and I couldn't focus on reading, but I read halfway through and had to sleep cause my eyes almost started bleeding 😭 so far so good miss Baek. Gonna finish it tonight unless I pass out... but omgdgsudysjsyshdgjsshhs

Secondly I'm sorry you don't have a Van City stop, but I hope you can make it to Toronto and see this (hot baldie mwah). I knowww, their European tour happened during exams seasons too so rip. Lmao might as well go to Japan you're right though the concert etiquette there is not it for me, like relax the restrictions a bit 💔 I'll tell them to come and do a private show for both of us, don't worry!

Lmao the RODENTS were mad at you for trashtalking them and said "imma head out"

I knoooow Wooyoung's Hwa-ey kills me, can't wait for Y/N to call Seonghwa by his nickname, man's gonna crumble to the ground I know it! 🤗 I also want Y/N to ghost him real good.

Yeah I know what you mean about MITM, but upon further inspection I decided it's kinda a banger especially at parties hahahaha also they looked hot 🔥 but Wannabe, Not Shy and Loco supremacy for sure 💗 I'm pretty disappointed/underwhelmed by most comebacks this year, but also don't feel like listening to everything so I have some things to catch up on. Waiting for Atz to destroy me!!!

Jsydjshdusehdj me and my friend recieved some LOOKS from people for eating on the metro, but we were hungryyyyy and they were jealous I'm sure

Seonghwa bald agenda 💔💔💔💔 BLUEHWA PLSSSS, gonna be the first thing I ask during our potential fan call! The Kuromi pins I- I'm devastated. Also happy anniversary to this??? He looked so soft and hot and fresh at the same time, they're quarantine lives were top tier 😭

I searched Seonghwa on Tumblr and the tag hurt me, so many gifs from the concert... very very bad for my health. And the likes on this, everyone stop looking at him 🙈

Idk bestie I lived my own dream and didn't even know it at that time, can you believe... Seonghwa spare hand to hold 🤲🏻 (I don't even like holding hands wtf is wrong with me)

I knew there'll be another Mr Kim gif waiting for me, lolol NO COMMENT

"Begrudgingly living together to lovers" has so much potential omg, the description though... the call out 💔

Omfg, okkkk calm down quiz maker 🤧 do the Sailor Moon quiz for me and this Ghibli one

Our 🐎 boy, so cute <3 this thread, IG when Park Seonghwa you're so aesthetic 😍 - DV 💖

hi hello!!!

KFBWNFJEK 😭😭😭 take your time and read it when you’re all comfy and 🔫🔫🔫 the person who annoyed you JDBDN

JFBWKD NO WORRIES IM JUST LAUNCHING A PRAYER CIRCLE FOR A VAN STOP THATS 4 HRS AWAY BUT 🔫😭😭😭 HOT BALDIE BDBDBD no bc it really does look like he’s bald from the side,,, the japan concerts are so very strict and tbh good for them but like sm artists also have concerts there but there’s is all normal?? im not very familiar with the etiquette except like not posting anything from the concerts?? is that only for specific arenas?

Lmao the RODENTS were mad at you for trashtalking them and said "imma head out"

KFBWKDBSK THEY WERE BABY RODENTS TOO SO GOOD LUCK TO YOU AND YOUR NEW PETS 😭😭

I knoooow Wooyoung's Hwa-ey kills me, can't wait for Y/N to call Seonghwa by his nickname, man's gonna crumble to the ground I know it! 🤗 I also want Y/N to ghost him real good.

wooyoung best character atm 🤌🏼🤌🏼 OH MAN IM WAITING FOR HIM TO CRUMBLE ITS GONNA BE SO GOOD AAAAAAAAAAAAA HES GONNA GO CRAZY GO STUPID,,, yes 1000% yujin and mingi better make her ghost him 🔫

YEAH A LATE BANGER !!! rang dang dang 😭😭 wannabe is so good !!!! tbh their top1 track bc their vocals and the whole song itself >>>> yEAAAHH most cb’s this year around have been a little off but hopefully the month of august brings out the gg’s 😩😩 AND GUERRILLA??? HONGJOONGS FUCKING CRAZY AND SAN???? HWA??? JONGHO????????? and the fact we haven’t heard mingi’s voice,,, im gonna eat my fist when the fix on starts,,, LMFAOOOO NOT THE LOOKS 😭😭🤚🏼

Seonghwa bald agenda 💔💔💔 BLUEHWA PLSSSS, gonna be the first thing I ask during our potential fan call! The Kuromi pins I- I'm devastated. Also happy anniversary to this??? He looked so soft and hot and fresh at the same time, they're quarantine lives were top tier 😭

STOP HIM IN WHITE SHIRTS OH MY GOD >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> no fr the lives at that time was the funniest shit ever 😭😭 seonghwa’s enemies to lovers with hongjoong 😭😭🤚🏼

I searched Seonghwa on Tumblr and the tag hurt me, so many gifs from the concert... very very bad for my health. And the likes on this, everyone stop looking at him 🙈

FBWMFJWK THE TANK TOP THING IM GOING CRAZY??? HIS DEEP ASS VOICE??? illegal,,, his model body shows we need him to model 😭😭

Idk bestie I lived my own dream and didn't even know it at that time, can you believe... Seonghwa spare hand to hold 🤲🏻 (I don't even like holding hands wtf is wrong with me) /// I knew there'll be another Mr Kim gif waiting for me, lolol NO COMMENT

jfbwkdhsvc i would also like to contribute to a lee soo hyuk dreams pls what is this man ,,,, literally seonghwa when he’s older 😭

both had me falling of my couch i cannot tell u the amount of times i watched these

(seonghwa changed you bestie,,, pda but with him >>>>>>>) BFWMDHSKFBSM HOW DID U LIKE YOUR GIF?? MR KIM A NEW FRESH FIT

"Begrudgingly living together to lovers" has so much potential omg, the description though... the call out 💔

hear me out, roommates but bb!yunho 🤚🏼🤚🏼nO FR THE CALL OUT WAS APPALLING

Omfg, okkkk calm down quiz maker 🤧 do the Sailor Moon quiz for me and this Ghibli one

oho BESTIE WAS CALLED OUT 🤚🏼🤚🏼 i just wanna talk with these quiz makers bc how tf are they so accurate dbdbdb i got this one ::

and these for the sailor moon + ghibli !!

Our 🐎 boy, so cute <3 this thread, IG when Park Seonghwa you're so aesthetic 😍 - DV 💖

seonghwa’s ig will trigger the worst shinestar out of me 😭😭 imagine the photos he has from backstage and concerts and all the sceneries 😭😭😭

san?????

AND ??????

here’s one more !!

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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