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love-hatred-stuff · 11 months

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》 hey, hi~ here's a draft that I wrote instead of continuing other fics that I wanted to write, lmao I hate myself :')

》 Eddie Brock(Venom) x (f)Reader

⚠ a little warning; age gap (10y), daddy issues here we goooo, just a tiny bit spice and some sprinkle de dinkle ★angst★

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Eddie hadn't had sex in what felt like centuries. Actually just one or two years but who's counting when all he can do is use his hand and Venom mostly doesn't even let him finish. That monster doesn't give shit about it, he claims that Eddie wouldn't need it. He needs food and water but not a jerk off.

Well if he knew why he'd been going on it so much lately, maybe Venom would let him, but he's not ready to give that up yet. It's probably the only thing about Eddie, Venom hasn't completely figured out yet.

It was you. You were the reason he was slowly but surely losing the mind he shared with the compatible slimy alien inside of him.

•••

"Eddie thanks for checking, but I can manage." You told him on the other line of the phone.

Eddie just wanted to help you pack and carry your things since you were moving to another apartment. You've been able to get promoted again and now you were at the very top of the not even so small company you've been working at for about five years now. You could say you were pretty good at your job.

"I habe plenty of strong people here, helping me out. I don't even have to carry anything, I just decide were the furniture and boxes are getting placed. You don't need to worry, darling."

Eddie had a smirk dancing on his lips. You knew he could do everything they were doing, at least twice as fast.

"I should come over later then. I'll bring dinner." He suggested.

"Great idea. But don't let Venom choose take out again, please Eddie." Ugh the way you were saying his name made his brain go blank and suddenly Venom was hyperaware of what was going on.

"Promise. See ya." He immediately ended the call, leaving you a little confused. Ed could sense what Venom felt, just beneath the surface.

"Holy Shit!!!" Venom growled.

"You kidding me? She's the reason you've been going to the gym and eating healthy now? Why you've been completely desperate to stroke your dumbass dick?" Then he laughed. Finding it hilarious that Eddie was in love again. After his last woman, Anne, he'd been taking a while to open up again. Actually he didn't talk to any other woman besides you.

The thing was just, that you were ten years younger than him and he'd practically seen you grow up. Of course he never saw you the way he does now, back then. But it was quite bad how hard he had fallen for you in the last few months.

"I KNOW! She's too young for me. I'll keep my distance, okay? It wasn’t my intention to develop feelings." He tried defending himself.

"As if I cared, you nasty human. Get you dick wet if that's what you need." The symbiot snarled.

Eddie was surprised, to say the least.

"You're not gonna disturb us?" He asked in suspicion.

"Thought you wanted to keep your distance? Not anymore? Kidding. Do what you gotta do. Since you're my host I gotta let you have at least one thing."

"That'd be great." He smiled to himself.

"Now get your ass up at get her something nice, if you wanna get inside her pants."

"I don't wanna get inside her pants! Well- maybe a little, but I care about her more than that."

Eddie sensed, by Venom's silence, that he doesn't wanna get involved in his love life any further. Although he couldn't blame Eddie, you were gorgeous little human. A young one at that.

So he showered and grabbed his keys, so he could get dinner and some flowers. He was a little nervous buying these, because he knew that would be the first romantic move he's ever made on you. You probably only saw him as like an uncle or something, nothing more. Knowing his luck, he didn't even expect you to like him back.

He would know soon.

•••

Well, but who knew, he's gonna find himself underneath you instead?

Eddie was sitting on the couch, the only thing that wasn't completely packed with stuff and boxes. You were straddling him, taking his breath away with the way you moved your skilled tounge against his. He was a little hesitant though, barely touching your hips with his hands because he didn't know were to put them. He wanted so badly to grip your sides tight and push you closer against his crotch.

But he was unsure. Even though you clearly gave him all the signs that you wanted this, he felt like he was using you. Venom's earlier words spiralling in his mind; '-if you wanna get inside her pants.' No! He didn't! He wanted so much more than that. So it felt wrong to just jump you the moment you said you liked him back- well you didn't really say anything, you just smiled to yourself as you accepted his flowers and began to stalk towards him, until this moment, where you plastered him with marks and kisses.

Despite all those doubts, he felt heavenly, holding most of his sounds back, almost impossible. You were a woman with so many strengths, kissing and grinding being apparently one of them. Glad, he found out.

He only realised seconds later that you'd stopped and were looking straight at him.

"What's wrong?" Your worried look scratched at his heart instantly.

"Nothing." He lied.

He was a good liar. But you weren't buying it, you knew him well enough.

"You don't want this? You should've said so, Brock."

Ugh, another pang shooting through him stronger than he'd expected. The usage of his last name? Nah. You only did that when you were seconds away from switching your emotions. You were gonna tell him to piss off and stay away from you, until you forgave him, unless he would tell you the truth right f*cking now. He knew because he'd disappointed you once before. That was a complete different scenario, and now you felt personally attacked. He could feel it, even Venom could.

"No! I really really want this! Or else I wouldn't have told you what I did earlier. It's just, that it feels wrong touching you, with my hands."

Oh. No.

He just made it worse, didn't he? Judging by the way your face went blank, his speech definitely went sideways.

"Get lost." You were pointing to your door with your finger, giving him a stern look.

He felt like a little scared kid again, being scolded by his mom. Only ten times worse.

"What? No! I'm saying this because I'm so much older than you, y/n! I swear on my mother and the symbiot living inside of me that I've been craving you for the longest time now. I love you, god damn it! But I shouldn't and I know that, alright? But I can't help it. I'm sorry if I send you the wrong signals. I'm just worried that people will take you away from me, because of that." Eddie stood up and slowly walked towards you, trying to not make you even more uncomfortable than he already had.

You looked a little more relaxed now though.

"So you denied me because you feel a little perverted? God, Eddie you're not a grandpa and I'm a grown woman with a good life ahead of her. Do you think I would throw that away for a forbidden romance? You and I are perfectly okay to be with each other. Nothing's gonna happen, it's only ten years, Brock." Eddie flinched again at the end. Seemed like he had to soothe you a little more.

"Could you please stop addressing me with my last name, it scares me a little. I get it now. I'm sorry for worrying so much, sweetness." Eddie gently touched your cheek, caressing it and putting a strand of hair behind you ear.

"You have a lot of making up to do, you grandpa." You glanced up at him, allowing a tiny smile to dance on your cherry lips.

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To be continued...?

Love, love, love

~ love-hatred-stuff ♡

#eddie brock #eddie x reader #we are venom #marvel imagine #eddie brock x reader #daddy issues

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cerise-on-top · 4 months

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Fasching with König

Because today is Faschingsdienstag, I just had to write something for him on that day! Today is the only day I can post this, afterwards I'll have to wait over a year again! Fasching is an Austrian holiday that is essentially the last day before fasting for 40 days, so people go all out with food and drinks and festivities, they even dress up in costumes! It's not nearly as fancy as what some other countries have, but it's tradition! Besides, who am I to say no to a Krapfen with König!

Mentions of alcohol, but König is Austrian, so what did you expect?

First off, he hates going to the city during that “holiday”, there are far too many people, the crowds are way too big and it’s too loud for his liking as well. The only reason he’s taking you to the city on that day is so you can experience more of Austria with him. At least that’s what he tells you, in reality he just really wants to go eat a Langos or two and drink a few beers. No one would judge him for that on Fasching, there are crazier bastards out there than him. He’s never been a fan of Fasching, not even when he was a kid. The only reason he looked forward to that day was because he could go home from school earlier than usual. But other than that Fasching had always irritated him. He was never one for playing dress up either.

He couldn’t say he was surprised when you came up to him, demanding for the two of you to dress up as something. The most König would do on his own would be to put on a pair of bee feelers on top of his head, but he would never consider putting on a full costume. Not only was there a chance people would stare at him, but he’d feel awkward as well. Besides, which place would actually sell a costume in his size? Not a common one. You’d need to be a bit annoying for him to put on more than just bee feelers. He’s more willing to play dress up with you as long as you put on something as well, though, even if it still wouldn’t be anything too fancy. If he can find one, he might put on a Winnie the Pooh onesie, but only because it’s somewhat comfortable, somewhat warm and because there are weirder people than him out there.

He’d hate seeing the Faschingsumzug, but he’d tolerate it just for you so you can see all the wagons together and comment on all the costumes. The music is far too loud, there are people surrounding him on every side and he still hasn’t had a single drink yet. Tragic. You might wanna hold onto his arm before you’re being swept away by the crowds. Although König usually isn't one for PDA, in this case he’d prefer to keep you close. It keeps him a bit calmer and you’re not getting lost in a city or town you barely know. You can drag him around all you want, though, he’ll comply, even if he might roll his eyes a bit whenever you wanna go take a closer look at some of the other costumes and wagons. However, get ready to be dragged to one of the nearest stands for a few Langos. They’re not amazing, nothing special in the slightest, but they’re not bad either. He’ll pay for them, naturally. You can choose between a regular Langos, a Toast Langos or even a Käsekrainer Langos. König will likely have eaten all three due to his massive appetite, but you’re more than welcome to take a bite out of them as well.

Once it’s finally getting a bit later and the masses are starting to disperse, that’s when König will be a bit less grumpy. He gets to finally go to a bar with you and drink to his heart's content, his highlight of the day. You can drink whatever you want, from soda to Pago, from Spritzer to Jägermeister, he’ll always go for a few beers. While he might seem a bit grumpy at first, once he’s had his first beer he’s a bit more cheerful, König just really hates big crowds. However, he got to spend another day with you, which is all he could ever want. While you’re sitting at the bar he might take out a few Krapfen for the both of you to enjoy as well. Might joke about getting some Heringsschmaus with you the next day, even if you don’t like fish. It’s tradition, it’s part of the Faschingszeit, but that doesn’t mean he’s a big fan of it either. No, he much prefers the Krapfen you can eat during Fasching. Not big on fasting, he loves beer and meat too much to give up either of those things and won’t even do so if you ask him to. He’s a simple man, he knows what he wants and he knows what he likes. You can pry his Schweinsbraten from his cold dead hands, and even then he’d put up a fight.

Although König loves spending time with you, he will be glad once Fasching is over and once you finally voice the thought of going home. He’s tired from all the people and the alcohol makes this situation only slightly better. Even so, despite all of that, he’s looking forward to the next holiday, proper or not, he can spend with you. Due to him having drunk some beers, he’ll likely stay in bed a bit longer the next day. A perfect opportunity to snuggle up to him for a bit. Afterwards you can discuss what you would like to eat together.

#cod #cod x reader #könig #konig #könig x reader #konig x reader #I was so unhappy when I had to go through town today and there was no way through so I had to go around town to get home #I was so incredibly pissed about that #but hey my father made Gulasch today! and he put a blueberry quark strudel in the oven! it was so creamy and good!#so food wise today was amazing for me!#I even wore some cat ears at wok. the other apprentice and me were the only ones who “dressed up” today which was a shame #even though he only wore devil horns and that's it so nothing big either #but there are people who dress up entirely! but you barely see couple's costumes here. I saw none today in all honesty #I saw a lot of ladybugs though! a few bees! piglets! sunflowers!#it's a colorful festival! but a lot of people drink on this day so not a lot of them will be at work tomorrow! good #the only reason König would love this holiday would be because of the beer #you guys don't understand just how much alcohol Austrians drink we're far far above the EU average #the state I live in is far above the Austrian average as well my father told me today #so yeah we drink lots and lots of alcohol. beer for the most part but Spritzer is also really popular. Spritzer is superior though #beer is just disgusting and gross. I've tried it once and it was so bitter. but this is coming from someone who likes Jägermeister haha #I didn't get a Krapfen today though which is so incredibly sad :( Maybe some other time but it won't be a Faschingskrapfen :(

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loving-strawberry · 1 year

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✶(Reversed)Breaking up prank goes wrong with Stray Kids✶(Hyung-Line)

Maknae-Line Disclaimer: This has nothing to do with the other post on my blog!

Summary: You take your boyfriend prank seriously.

It was a request!

A little note: Sorry, not sorry. I wanted to go with full angst post, but I didn't know how to compensate the pain, so two of them will end up good. Maknae line will be posted in a few days, split as well. I will not be doing part two for the angst endings. Also, I got too much into details to do simple hcs.

Genre: Angst, Fluff. (2 Happy endings, 2 sad endings)

Pairing: Bf!Skz x gn!reader

Warning: lot of swearing, actual break up, mention of food and drinks, mention of cheating, talking about insecurities and not being good enough, talking about not feeling loved, mention of slapping and hitting (?) Possibly some writing mistakes.

Bang Chan☆

Felix fault on this one, honestly.

He told Chan about this prank, and Chan somehow... decided that it will be a good plan.

So he put his plan in use when you were out shopping and saw you were pretty late.

You left your boyfriend a little note saying that you went to do groceries, so he knows where did you go as he arrives home. And you left a specific time when you get home, because you are never late, so saying specific hours are normal.

But unfortunately for you, as you were driving back home, you got stuck in traffic. And your phone didn't had any battery left, leaving you stressed out because you will be late home and you hate being late.

Chan got home some time now, and saw the note, so he was expecting you to be back soon. But when he saw that you are not back yet and you're not responding his messages, he grown a bit worried, but calmed down, knowing that you had a good reason to be late. Most likely being stuck in traffic. That's when the thought of a break up prank that Felix showed him recently popped up in his head. This was his perfect opportunity to do it, knowing you don't really mind pranks and some of them you find them funny.

One hour later, you finally came home, stressed up for being this late.

As you enter your house, you see Chan sitting on the couch. "Hi, love! I'm sorry for being this late! I got stuck in traffic..." you smile sweetly and walk over to him.

Chan is actually relieved that he was right and you are safe, just stuck in traffic. But now's the time to go on with his plan. "Are you sure that you were stuck in traffic?" he asks suspiciously.

Now you are looking at him like his third eye just grew on his forehead, confused on what was that all about. "Yeah? Why?"

"I was just thinking that you were cheating on me. So, tell me straight up. Who are you seeing behind my back?" he looks at you in all seriousness.

"Am I what now??? How low are you thinking of me???" now really angry and even more stressed, because you couldn't believe what you are hearing. You didn't ever gave Chan any reason to think that you are cheating on him, but here you are, your boyfriend accusing you of this.

Straight up ignoring you just questioned, he continues his idea "I think this is over between us. I can't believe you."

"Are you fucking serious??" you are trying your best to keep yourself from slapping him right now. That's when you see his small smirk on his face, you realize that it was just a prank. Usually, you don't mind his random pranks learned from Felix, but right now, you were super stressed because of your late arrival home and because of the traffic, that you really got mad at him.

"Ok. We are over. As you said. Go on and pack up your things and leave." you say coldly as you look at him.

Oh shit... He fucked up. Now his smirk fade away so fast. "I'm really sorry, my love! It was a prank!" he come closer to you, but you just turned and walked away without saying another word. Finally understanding that you need some space, he walks out the front door in an instant.

You are now in your shared bedroom, sobbing out all of your painful feelings, trying to process what just happened. That was just a prank, but it did hurt you pretty bad. Was just because of the stress? Were you just too dramatic? Now you are regretting taking it too seriously and hope there will be a way of making up for it.

After 30 minutes, Chan comes back home, and you get out of the bedroom, wanting to talk with him, but before you could say anything, he shows up and stops in front of you, having a big bouquet of your favorite flowers and a box of chocolate.

"I really want to apologize for that reckless prank. I understand if you don't want to see me again, I should've known that it was going to hurt you. And I didn't have to accuse you of cheating either, even as a joke. I'm really, really sorry. I don't why I thought it was funny. I-" as he continues to ramble and mutter apologies, you take the bouquet and box out of his hands and hug him tightly.

"It's ok, love. I was also overreacting... I was too stressed and let it out on you... We both know that I won't ever cheat and I know that you trust me. But please don't do a prank like this again. These ones can hurt." you kiss his cheek and smile softly at him.

"You didn't overreact, you were hurt. And I promise I won't pull these pranks on you again. I love you so much." hugging you tightly to his chest, he starts kissing your lips over and over again, happy that you are still his and you forgave him.

"I love you too."

Lee Minho☆

He knew from the start that this prank is a stupid plan

Then why he did the prank on you anyway? No idea

He just texted you that he wanted to meet with you so you could talk something

So now, there you are. Standing in the middle of your living room, waiting for Minho to speak. You could see on his face that something isn't right, this putting an unsettling feeling all over you.

As you were about to ask him if something is wrong, your boyfriend spoke one thing that was actually unexpected for you, making your heart drop in an instant. "We need to break up..." he doesn't even looks at you, already feeling guilty.

"Why...? Without any reasons?... Did I do something wrong..." you are trying to make eye contact with him, but he just won't look at you. This is making you feel even worse than a few seconds ago. Million of thoughts starts going in your mind like a spiral and you start fighting to keep your tears from spilling "It was my fault... Wasn't it...? Was I not enough for you, I knew it..."

Hearing this, Minho finally looks up to you and the feeling of guilt now became full regret, written all over his face as well. "No! No! Don't say that!! It was all a prank!" he tries to take you in his arms, but you shove him away.

"Prank...? Seriously...?" you back away from him, not wanting to be anywhere near the man who was supposed to be protect you and your feelings, not to play around with them.

"I-... I'm really sorry... I don't even know why I did this prank... I know it was a stupid idea..." Minho tries getting closer to you again, but you just keep backing away.

"Yeah. It was a stupid idea. And I think I know why you did it. You don't actually care about me. Because if you did, you won't pull something this stupid on me." kept looking at the floor, you finally letting go to the flow of tears.

"I do care about you... I'm extremely sorry... I love you" he stops moving seeing how you just keep the distance.

"Oh please. Keep the apologies to yourself. You shouldn't do it in the first place. You surely do love me." the last sentence that escape your lips was a sarcastic one and also filled with venom. So much venom, that made Minho's next words caught in his throat.

"Leave my apartment, now. We really are over."

Nodding and without any protests, he just turns on his heels and goes towards the door. You are unable to move as you just look at your now ex boyfriend exiting through the door in silence.

As soon as the door close behind him, you finally broke down sobbing, everything being poured out alongside with your tears and heart aching with so much pain. You are so confused as to why he did something like that as a joke. Was this simple for your feelings to be played as they just got played a few minutes ago? Did he even cared about you in the first place? Did he even loved you?

Because of that prank, everything that was left now were two broken hearts. You were left in a spiral of thoughts and feelings. You were left hurt and in pain just because of a stupid prank.

Seo Changbin☆

He decided to do the prank right away after he heard about it, not really thinking it will bring any serious harm and it will be just fun

Oh boy... He was so wrong about it

And the fact that he did it on one of the most stressful periods in your life, left both of you in total pain

You just got to their dorms, wanting to spend some quality time with your teddy bear of a boyfriend and just let him hug all the stress out from your soul. Not knowing this will turn out to not happen anymore.

As you enter into Bin room, you were meet with a serious aura around your boyfriend "Is everything ok, teddy bear?"

"I need to talk with you about something..." he pats the free space on his bed, beside him and you go take a sit there. You look at your boyfriend and hum, letting him know that he has your full attention. "I miss you... I feel like you are not loving me anymore. I don't think I want to be in this relationship anymore" the look of hurt and confusion on your face right now made his heart fill with so much guilt and regret.

"What...? I'm so sorry... I was that busy that I forgot about you...? I thought I was giving you the love you needed..." truth be told, you are in an extremely stressed period of yours, you are focused on your exams and you've been studying so much that sometimes you forgot even about yourself, but that didn't really stopped you from according attention to your boyfriend whenever he needed you. This way, you were also getting rid of some of your stress, by spending time with him. The thought of you not giving enough love to Changbin never crossed your mind.

"It was a prank!! I'm sorry!!" he starts hugging you tight, hoping that you are going to forgive him. But this isn't the case right now. You force yourself out of his arms. All the stress you accumulate these past few days made you snap at him.

"You asshole! I was thinking that I made you feel unloved! What the fuck?! And why the fuck did you thought that doing something like this will be funny?? It is funny playing with someone's feelings??"

"I'm really sorry... I promise that you make me feel loved..." he doesn't dare looking at you anymore, regret getting everything in him.

"Yeah. Because I'm trying my best to give you all the love you need, even when I'm busy. But do you love me? Someone who loves won't do such a bullshit on their partner." you are sitting up from his bed and move towards the door, Changbin following you.

"Of course I love you! I promise I won't do anything like that on you again!" he tries to stops you from leaving, but you just storm out, scaring the other 3 members that were chilling in the living room.

"You are right. You won't do it anymore on me, because we are done for real. Hope your future girlfriend will be treated better. Don't contact me anymore." and with that, you loudly shut the front door behind you as the words flew in the air and left Changbin in pure terror.

"What the fuck did you do??" Hyunjin asks all confused.

"I think he played that break up prank I showed him a few days ago." Han responds, feeling guilty for showing this to Changbin, knowing fully well that you are stressed out with exams.

"Leave him alone, guys." Chan interrupts the other two, when he sees that Changbin is starting to tear up as the realization that he lost you for good hits him hard. He takes a final look at his members, then goes back in his room and locks the door. He just now realized that he will feel unloved from now on, as he mentioned at the start of his joke.

As for you... You just went straight home, trying your best to maintain your emotions from getting out in public, as you process the thought of your just now break up. What you wanted to be a chill evening after a stressful day, turned out to be actually the end of what you loved the most.

Now you won't be able to get all the hugs and kisses you were craving before. As you just want to be left alone, too hurt to see him again.

Hwang Hyunjin☆

He saw the hell prank on the internet, he wanted try it on you, not knowing the potential consequences

He's lucky the outcome isn't tragical

"Hyunnie, I'm here!" you said as you arrived at his dorm. He texted you a few hours ago to pay him a visit after you get off work, as he wanted to talk with you. You did as your boyfriend asked. Not really paying too much mind about why he asked to see you all of the sudden.

"Oh... Hi" you take a look at your nervous boyfriend and starts to feel uneasy yourself. "Can we talk about something...?" he gulps as you make eye contact.

"Did something happen, love?" taking a sit on his bed, you let him gather his thoughts as he just pace back and forth in his room.

"Unfortunately... I'm forced to break up with you..." he says, not looking at you, knowing that his soft spot for your sad eyes will kill him in an instant.

"But we are allowed to date as long as it's not public our relationship. What are you talking about?" you are more confused than hurt, honestly. But of course you still feel sad hearing about all of this.

"Our managers are saying that I'm distracted easily. And they believe is because of you. I'm sorry, my beauty" he finally looks at you again, and instantly regretted everything as soon as he sees your face stained with tears already.

"It's ok. I understand." you get up and head towards the door to leave, wiping away the tears that keeps overflowing your eyes.

Hyunjin runs after you and hugs you extremely tight in his arms, that you almost can't breathe anymore. "I'm so, so, so, so sorry, my love! It was just a prank, I swear!!! I won't ever break up with you for real, doesn't matter who is forcing me to! I'd rather give up everything for you!"

"Are you serious? A prank?" you give your boyfriend a deadly stare when you hear his explanation.

"Yeah..." he looks so defeated right now by his stupid choice of actions.

"How old are you? 7?" you hit Hyunjin on the back of his head.

"Ow!!! I'm really sorry, ok!? I won't do it again! Can I have your forgiveness...?" he starts massaging the spot where you hit him as he's dramatically asking for you to stay with him and forgive him.

"Fine. You're forgiven. But I'm excepting lots of cuddles tonight." you pout and your boyfriend starts laughing at how cute you are.

"Of course, my muse."

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haikyubts · 2 years

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CAN I JUST SAY HOW MUCH I LOVE THE STRAIGHTFORWARDNESS IN EXTRAORDINARY ATTORNEY WOO?

LIke, I love it so much. SO MUCH. The characters are real and simple. Someone like Minwoo, ALBEIT I HATE HIM TO MY CORE, is also real because the world is full of people like him.

I love the dad who makes his daughter the same food everyday, adapts his life around her autism, and does everything for her but I also love how he's a grown adult who réalisés the politics of how and why Youngwoo was given a position at Hanbada. I love how he recognizes her talents, her hardwork and her potential and wants the best for her but knows the world is political and won't offer the same chances to Youngwoo and so he is shrewd when needed and allows for nepotism just so that his daughter gets the job she (rightfully) deserves.

I love Choi Suyeon and how she stands up for Youngwoo all the time, how Suyeon gets upset when anyone or Youngwoo herself downplays herself. I love how Suyeon doesn't beat around the bush in exposing Minwoo, calling him and everyone's bullshit out when they try to pretend that Youngwoo joining the firm via nepotism is bad when Suyeon knows everyone gets a job and internship before clearing college and Yongwoo doesn't get same chance all because of her autism. I fucking love how she accepts that she was one of the people who didn't bother about it but cannot ignore it anymore and despite standing up for Youngwoo, she can also feel as if Youngwoo outshines them and can feel a tad bit jealousy when she says "Anyway Young Woo Is first".

I FUCKING LOVE HOW THE DRAMA DOESN'T HAVE THESE BIG BUILDUP MOMENTS AND DOESN'T CREATE SUSPENSE/TENSION FOR NO REASON and that the fact that Tae Sumi is her mom is revealed so early. The fact that the father reveals Sumi is her mom not in a big buildup moment but in a simple conversation with a daughter trying to leave the house. I love his simple, factual AND YET EMOTIONAL explanation at the hospital, and I love Youngwoo's maturity is accepting and understanding not just the explanation but not blowing it out of proportion. She doesn't react too emotionally because well, the mother has been out of picture forever so why feel as if her world is upside down all of a sudden????

I love how the "I'm Your Daughter" moment is right in episode eight with no fanfare and a simple conversation between the mom and daughter at a side, and while the mom feels the world turn upside down, as it rightfully should be, Youngwoo is straightforward yet slightly emotional and gentle in refusing her. That the drama didn't drag this plot on, about revealing their relationship, not in a grand buildup but in simple moments like in real life WHILE MAINTAINING IT'S TYPICAL DRAMA STEREOTYPES.

I love Junho and how, despite being a main lead, he isn't forever around Youngwoo and we see her story essentially rather than focus only on romance. I fucking love Junho. HUSBAND MATERIAL. SWOON WORTHY with his "So your heart doesn't race if we're not touching? Even when you're with me? That's disappointing" and yet we don't see him around Youngwoo ALL THE TIME. He's not just there in the background but not unnecessarily around her all the time either. I love how the love confessions are simple. With Youngwoo and her autism and trying to understand whether she indeed likes him or not based on how fast her heart beats. That she straight up asks him about it. And that, in today's episode no. 8, we see them being awkward and talk about the incident on "That Day" indicating that they work together all the time but probably didn't get a moment alone until now, in the middle of a regional office in a meeting with another official. I love how they talk about it in a simple, everyday life moment, in a moment of respite they get out of work and Youngwoo's simple "I think I like you." And I fucking love how Junho clearly likes her but the drama Extraordinary Attorney Woo manages to keep it's "dramaness" intact by keeping the audience on toes by not letting us know HIS answer so soon despite us knowing he likes her too.

The second lady isn't a jealous, petty bitch who is a hindrance for the male lead. The Team Leader (Jung Myeongseok) is an understanding man who always listens to his rookies and doesn't interfere in their drama.

There are no product placements!!!

I love all these simple, realistic, everyday moments in the drama. It's SO SO SO REFRESHING, like standing under the Hackberry Tree and feeling the wind on your face.

Extraordinary Attorney Woo is a breath of fresh air and I'm so glad for this. All of these little things the drama managed to catch and hold onto excellently while also having the typical, cliche kdrama moments but never blowing it out of proportion.

I fucking love this drama.

To anyone who hasn't started the drama yet, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO. IT'S ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THINGS YOU'LL WATCH IN A WHILE, IN A LONG TIME.

#kdrama #extraordinary attorney woo #attorney wooyoung woo #park eun bin #kang tae oh #netflix kdrama #netflix #이상한 변호사 우영우

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DANCE MARATHON EPISODE (AKA MURDER ON THE DANCE FLOOR)-PART 5

After a quick blowjob break out in the soon-to-be-bloodspattered Stars Hollow High football field, a certain homocidal maniac in a puke green church donation bin coat has returned, and he's ready to dish out some sass. Shane is not in tow yet, but we need to give her time to freshen up and make herself presentable for the remaining few hours of her life.

Lane's pointless bitterness towards Jess is such a fucking waste. My "Lane hates Jess for stupid reasons when they could have been pals" rant has been reheated in the metaphorical microwave too many times already, so I won't repeat myself, but yeah. It's still about that fucking car accident.

Getting your dick sucked on the high school football field before committing a gruesome homocide can really work up a boy's appetite.

Baby you're such a good noticer. *kisses forehead*

I can't think of anyone more deserving of a rock hard permanent public erection. Wait And now, for what is possibly my favorite five-word exchange in the entire series:

The most perfectly executed dry delivery. Ugh! Sheer perfection!

Well, at least egg salad sandwiches beat the Crack and Despair Sandwiches Liz used to pack in his lunchbox.

Miss "My Virginity Spared Me From Becoming Football Field Fertilizer" has arrived with Also-Not-Dancing Butthead in tow. If the food is for the dancers, I better not see him eat anything. I will smack that sandwich out of his hand so fast so help me god (virgins always survive the killing spree).

You ever think about what a monstrous hell it must be for Jess living in a place like Stars Hollow? I think about this a lot. But I like to think that off screen he gets in his car and gets the fuck out of there as much as possible. Anyway, this is another perfectly dry one liner that I absolutely love. I want to fil out adoption papers and take all of his sarcastic one liners from this episode home from the shelter. R: You have nothing better to do than sit in a gymnasum staring at a dance marathon? J:Idk, do you have nothing better to do than sit inside a gymnasium staring at a dance marathon? R:Do you think you're bugging me sitting in front of me and staring like that? J: Do you think you're bugging me dancing and staring at me like that? R: I'm not staring at you! J:How do you know I'm staring at you?

Dean: It's been two years. Maybe you can glance at my dick for once, Rory. Has Rory ever said anything supportive of Dean that wasn't said with the same conviction as if she were a bank robbery hostage? Deany has that constipated look on his face again. Is he sad because no one was staring at him? But someone was. I'll give you a hint, it's a certain MILF who wants to turn that 34 into a 69. Lorelai is 34 years old in this episode, by the way. He's proudly displaying his love of young milfs on his literal sleeve. Listen, you could power Stars Hollow with the combined sexual frustration of these three people + Lane and Dave Ryglaski to make it extra nuclear. When nobody puts out, you get three teenagers eating egg salad and having an "I'm not staring at you!" argument in a school gymansium at 10pm.

Ooooh. Jess is shakin in his little murder boots. J: I'm supporting my town. R: Go back to New York. Oh Rory babe, if only he could, he'd be home now with a smile on his face with a pushcart hot dog in one hand while some easy alt chick rode his dick. Well, yeah he's got that now but he's going to feed her to the swans then take an 8 month vow of celibacy for some reason.

Got em.

He's so LAME. Jared: Hey AmyShermanPalladino, can't Dean get any fun comebacks for once? Why does Milo get all the good sass? AmyShermanPalladino: You can pick from the reject pile. We've got "my former comment still stands" "Are you trying to act tough, you're wearing a tie" and "You're the one who's going"

She's so horny. God help her.

Shane Campbell stars in the newest WB Network vehicle, "My Favorite Murder Victim." He keeps picking at that sandwich like he's going to find a $100 bill in the bread.

You want this poor girl to spend the last precious hours of her life doing math problems?

I guess egg salad will wash the taste of dick out of her mouth.

We heard you the first time, Ice Vagina. What is Dean even doing here, lol.

There's something incredibly erotic about this line.

Dean is like, what the hell is going on? Why is she touching me?

*immediately pushes her off*

Don't give him any more ideas, Jess.

I just want to point out that on the table behind them, fresh fruit and brownies are available for consumption. You know you guys don't have to eat those sandwiches.

Code for "I'm gonna go find the murder implement I stowed away in the bushes earlier"

#gilmore girls #jess mariano #shane campbell #shane is swan food #denise rewatches gilmore girls #gilmore girls season 3 #they shoot gilmores dont they #tsgdt #rory gilmore #I can't believe that like a half dozen people read this shit I write and don't unfollow me #bless your hearts #smoochies #I am fucked in the head #I even held back a few really insane things

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Limelight - LS18

Summary: “you’ll get your flowers my dear.”

Warnings: some shameless flirting, a cocky oc

Pairings: lance stroll x oc

Word Count: 1311

She recalled the first time she ever encountered the Stroll family.

It was at a joint gala to raise money for children with terminal illnesses and her parents, who were incredibly notable in the car collection and curating community, wished to donate a 1969 Ford Mustang Boss 429 in a cherry red colour. It was one of the most expensive items up for grabs and had all its original interior in pristine condition. It gained quite a number of public attention, for a good reason, and all donations were given to the foundation they were sponsoring. It was that night that a young Piper Broadstone had encountered a young Lance Stroll, the boy in his late teens and too cool to speak to girls.

It wasn’t until years later that the two families attended yet another high profile event, this time with Piper placing a bet and winning a one-on-one date and drive with Lance Stroll himself. She wasn’t too sure on how she would organise this one-on-one date as she found herself drinking too much champagne and dancing with her mother and friends. She honestly could have approached Lance but instead chose to admire from a distance, sneaking a look whenever she could.

Piper had honestly forgotten about the auction until she received a message request in her private messages on her Instagram.

lance_ stroll: you know, if you really wanted to come for a cruise or a date you could have just messaged me on this

and its free too

Piper admired his cheeky flirting and it seemed that he was also somewhat eager to see what the date had to offer. Of course it was all up to Lance to provide the date and to showcase his driving skills, all Piper had to do was dress the part and just show up.

itspiperbroadstone: i did it for the kids, mr stroll, don’t let it get to your head

kind of silly that you had to ask for an auction to get me to go on a date with you. you could have messaged me on this

lance_stroll: bold of you to assume i want a date with you

itspiperbroadstone: why else would you message me at nine at night out of nowhere?

lance_stroll: touche

tomorrow at 11am, casual, braided hair may be best (car purposes only)

do you prefer lunch or dinner for the date?

itspiperbroadstone: we love a dominant king

lets do food after the drive tomorrow, you know, make sure it’s all in one day otherwise you might fall in love with me

lance_stroll: im certain you’ll be falling for me

our parents will love the combined fortune

itspiperbroadstone: old money nepo babies

pick me up in the vantage xoxo

i want flowers too

i paid 50k i should at least get some flowers

lance_stroll: you’ll get your flowers my dear

Casual to someone like Piper was a lot different to someone that didn’t live in an expensive penthouse in Canada. Of course Piper understood that casual was just a term to dress a lot more relaxed but she still needed to dress to impress. She followed the latest trends and embarrassingly fed into fast fashion so she was dressed all in just a pair of jeans with a baggy graphic shirt to pair. It was a nice sunny day so she neglected to bring a jacket as she walked out of her apartment complex, bidding her doorman a farewell and towards the Aston Martin Vantage she could only guess was Lance’s.

He was leaning against his car, also in a rather casual outfit in a pair of jeans, brown boots and an all grey shirt. In his hands he held a bouquet of flowers, a mix of daisies, babies breath, camellias and a few other variations. He wore a large smile on his face as Piper approached, embracing the girl in a quick and gentle hug, a kiss to the cheek and then pulled away gracefully.

“I wasn’t too sure what flowers you liked so I got a bit of everything.” Lance confessed, though he had secretly looked through all of her social media to find some sort of hint. It was in her highlights.

“Thank you, Lance. They’re beautiful.” Piper hated to admit that she was blushing and instead hid her face in the flowers, disguising the action by sniffing the flowers. They smelled incredibly fresh. There was nothing like the smell of fresh flowers. “So, what have you got planned for us today?” Lance opened her door like a gentleman and held her flowers as she strapped herself in before closing the door when she was settled. He ran to the other side, climbing into the passenger seat and started his car, one of his prized possessions.

“Well, I have a couple of cars for me to drive you around in at the track and then I’ll see how you go-”

“Driving one? You're letting me drive a Formula One car?” Lance chuckled in response, pulling into the lane and heading towards the Montreal track.

“No, you can’t operate one of those. I’ve got a couple of other cars, much safer cars to take you in and for you to drive.” Lance’s eyes remained on the road for the most part as they drove through town. His car was enough to get some stairs and rightfully so; it was a beautiful car, anyone could appreciate that, and it was the biggest flex of all. Not many people owned a car such as the vantage, not even Piper of her family, though they did own a few Aston Martins. She looked out at the window, admiring the city she was born and raised in. The two settled into a peaceful silence as they continued to the track. It was not awkward, at least from Piper’s perspective.

The 'Date’ was great PR for not only Piper and Lance but for their families, for the charity in which the money from the bid was going to and for Formula One itself. There were film crews at the ready, organised photographers to capture the two in and out of the cars, cameras and microphones set up inside the cars to capture the reactions of the two.

Piper was genuinely enjoying herself, even though her braided hair was becoming a mess and she laughed rather obnoxiously in front of Lance.

Lance was also having a great time. He never really got to show off his skills in older modelled cars let alone with a pretty girl beside him. He liked to glance over as he drifted around a corner, watching her absolutely lose herself into the atmosphere. It was something he found himself wanting to see more, yearning to see more. So, he hated it when their drive had ended and it was Piper’s turn to drive.

She got into the first car, the pair strapping themselves in. She quickly posed for a camera pointing towards them and then turned on the ignition.

“You can drive stick?” Lance questioned, Piper only nodding in response before taking off. She had devised a plan, starting off slow to get Lance to think she was nervous. She took it easy around the corners before she found herself approaching the hairpin after turn nine. She started accelerating, going faster and faster by the second before drifting the car almost expertly around the hairpin and turn ten. She couldn’t wait to see the footage once it was released of Lance's reaction. She finished the circuit, stopping at the pit in front of the cameras and getting out, throwing her hands in the air almost as if she was a racer herself.

“Where did you learn to drive like that?” Lance questioned once the two of them were finally helmet free.

“My parents are car collectors and curators, you learn a thing or two.”

#f1 x oc #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 smut #f1 #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll #lance stroll imagine #lance stroll x oc #formula one smut #formula 1 fanfic #formula one fanfic #formula one #formula 1

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atinylittlepain · 1 year

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Firehouse Harrington - Chapter 6

fireman!Steve x f!reader/f!oc

series masterlist

It's Thanksgiving and Steve is trying to be better for his girl (what's new?) but he's going to be tested when someone from his past comes to visit.

warnings | 18+ SMUT, actually pretty sweet sex but also some nasty stuff too bc... it's steve, angst, EMOTIONS everywhere, my lord

a/n | um, this one is long, babes. but it's also very sweet, at least for steve. enjoy :)

It’s Thanksgiving day, and Steve’s at the station, and in the doghouse. He was supposed to be spending today with his girl, but when he got back to work on Monday and the chief was asking who could pick up Thanksgiving, Steve had volunteered himself like he always did, not even thinking about how this year he actually had someone he could spend the day with. When he called her that night and admitted what he had done, the disappointment in the sigh she let out went right down his spine. Since last week, Steve had been trying to be on his best behavior. It had scared him, watching her get ready to walk out the door and never come back, mostly because he hadn’t realized just how much it’d destroy him if she actually did it. He knew it was inevitable, she’d find something better, if not someone better, and she would leave. But Steve wanted to hang onto her as long as he could, keep chasing that ray of sun until he was left back in the shade. However, it was seeming that no matter how hard he tried, he just kept fucking up.

“Well, okay, Steve. I guess we could do it on Saturday instead? Why don’t we invite Robin to join us too? She told me she’d be back in town after Friday.” Steve had tried not to groan at that. He really didn’t like that she and Robin seemed to have become fast friends. His jaw had all but dropped on the floor when she had jokingly called him “king Steve” one day, telling him with a laugh that Robin had shared a few memories with her. But, he was trying to be better, and being better meant agreeing to having Robin over for their makeshift Thanksgiving.

The actual holiday was always a bit of a clusterfuck for the station. Idiots trying to deep fry their birds seven different ways, grandmas setting off smoke alarms with cigars from the “old country,” and for some reason, hoosiers had a particular affinity for setting off fireworks after they were good and stuffed with butter and carbs. They had several calls throughout the day, but by the time seven o’clock rolled around, the city of Indianapolis seemed to be good and sedated by turkey, and Steve and the other men working that day were finally pulling back into the station for hopefully the last time that night. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was to see someone sitting on the stoop outside the door to the station. As they’re stepping down from the truck, the person rounds the corner of the garage and Steve’s heart kicks in his chest when he sees that it’s his girl, all bundled up in the frigid night and carrying two large bags that Steve recognizes from the burger joint down the block. He’s left speechless as she toes her way into the garage, a small smile on her face as she tilts her head at him, lifting up the bags.

“It’s not exactly turkey, but I figure it’ll do under the circumstances.” The other two men Steve’s working with tonight are young rookies, all the older men having family to be at home with, and they're watching her like she’s a damn angel descending from heaven. Steve finally cracks into action, a grin splitting his face as he takes one of the bags from her and wraps an arm around her waist.

“Miller, Thompson, this is my girl.”

…

Luckily, because they are rookies, the two other men have yet to get steeped in the misogyny that runs rampant in the station, and are nothing but polite to her as they welcome her in and help her lay out food on the kitchen counter. Steve would normally hate the idea of her coming around here, but with the rest of the crew gone, and after another stupidly tedious holiday shift, all he can do is smile like a dope as she feeds him a french fry. His two coworkers thank her profusely, loading their arms up with food and heading to their bunks to give the couple “some alone time.” Steve barely nods at their words, too focused on her leaning back against the counter and sipping a milkshake. Once the two men are gone, Steve finally clears his throat.

“Um– I wasn’t– you” She just laughs, stepping forward and wrapping her arms around his waist.

“Just eat your burger, Harrington. You can thank me later.”

They sit on the grubby sofa in the station, eating and talking quietly. Steve tells her about the man who had tried to build his own deep fryer and ended up setting off a small explosion in his backyard that sent his turkey flying through an upstairs window of the house next door. Her laugh is contagious and they both end up gasping for breath at the ridiculousness of the story. Steve can’t remember the last time he laughed so hard.

Food wrappers abandoned, they both slump back into the couch, heads tilted lazily to look at each other. He brings his palm down to stroke up and down her thigh, letting out a sigh.

“Thank you. For this. You didn’t have–” She cuts him off, scooting closer and resting her hand on his chest.

“Steve, I wanted to. And you’re very welcome.” For once, he drops it, simply smiling and dipping forward to drop a quick kiss to her lips before pulling back.

“Did you, uh, talk to your folks today?” She nods. She had explained to him that her family lived across the country on the west coast and while she was still on talking terms with them, she avoided going home as much as possible. Steve could certainly understand that.

“Yeah, I did. I told them about you.” His heart jolts up into his throat at her words, eyebrows raising. He squeezes her thigh.

“You did?” She smiles, nodding again.

“Mmhmm. My sister thinks it’s hot that you’re a fireman.” He sputters out a laugh, shaking his head, but she seems to have something else in mind, carding her fingers through his hair to get him to look at her.

“I’m inclined to agree with her.” With that, she’s shifting on the couch to swing her leg over his hip, straddling his thighs and wrapping her arms around his neck. Steve’s hands instinctively go to the plush of her thighs, fingers flexing. She’s already nosing along his neck, making Steve shiver, but he collects himself enough to speak, making her still in his lap.

“Hey, hey. We can’t, baby. Not here with those guys just a wall away.” She whines into his neck.

“Steve–”

“No. I’m serious, doll, you better watch it.” She huffs, and when she finally pulls back from his neck, she gives him an actual pout that he can’t help but surge forward to kiss away. But when he pulls back, there’s a new glint in her eyes. She leans forward, grazing her lips along his ear before whispering.

“What if we took this somewhere else, Stevie?” He both hates and loves it when she calls him that and it makes him groan.

“You know I can’t leave the station, baby.” She grins.

“Who said anything about leaving the station?”

That’s how Steve finds himself in the jumpseat of one of the firetrucks with her in his lap, gasping between sloppy kisses as he squeezes her ass to grind her down against him. He pulls back with a lewd pop, looking into her wild eyes.

“You know, doll, I didn’t get any dessert.” She doesn’t seem to follow where he’s going with this, scoffing and rolling her eyes.

“Are you serious right now? Steve, you had a milkshake, was that not sweet enough for–” She’s cut off when he lands a harsh smack to her ass, making her gasp and lurch forward into his chest.

“Watch that tone, pretty. And what I want a taste of is a lot sweeter than any milkshake.” His other hand digs into the front of her jeans, cupping her wet heat and she seems to get it now, whimpering out a soft “oh” at his harsh touch. He strokes through her folds, dipping his fingers into her entrance and dragging the wetness pooling there up to her clit as she grinds down into his palm. He presses a kiss to her temple before dragging his lips along her cheek to speak into her ear.

“Stand up, baby. We’re gonna switch spots and then daddy’s gonna have his dessert.” He helps her up, not missing how shaky she seems to be on her legs, before helping her peel off her jeans and panties as she sits back in the car seat. Steve kneels between her legs, pressing a kiss to the inside of each of her knees before drawing them over his shoulders and dragging her ass to the edge of the seat. It’s cramped, there’s no two ways about it, her feet pressing into the wall of the cab behind him and her hands trying to find purchase on the roof of the truck as he starts to work her over. She’s a writhing mess as he licks long, lazy strokes through her folds, sighing and huffing above him. He leans back just to spit on her cunt, watching the way it drips down to mix with her own wetness. She whimpers under his hard gaze.

“Daddy, please don’t tease me– need it bad.” He chuckles before landing a slap to the inside of her thigh, causing her to yelp.

“Don’t be pushy, doll. Daddy’s gonna take all the time he wants. Because this pretty little pussy is all mine, yeah?” She nods, letting out a breathy “mmhmm” when he kisses her clit.

“And I can do whatever I want with it, right, baby?” She nods again, but he wants more from her and lays a quick smack against her clit that makes her hips buck in his hold. It’s a whine when she speaks.

“Yes, daddy. S’all yours– you can do whatever you want– just, please–” He shushes her.

“S’okay, pretty. I’ve got you. So fucking sweet. Daddy’s gonna take care of you.” His last words come out a murmur as he dips back into her cunt, licking into her before sweeping up to her clit and sucking hard around the little bud. The moan she lets out makes his brain go hazy with her as she drags her fingers through his hair, pulling lightly at the roots as he continues to lick at her clit. She starts to grind her hips against his mouth and Steve groans.

“That’s it, doll. Take what you want. Fuck, you taste so good.” She preens at his words, arching out of the car seat as he slips two fingers into her.

“Feels so good, daddy– p-please don’t stop.” He can feel her already tightening up on his fingers as he pumps them into her.

“You close, baby? You gonna come on daddy’s fingers?” She nods frantically, her eyes scrunched shut as she lets out a high-pitched “mmhmm.”

“I want your eyes on me when you come. Open those pretty eyes for me, doll.” When she doesn’t listen, he slips his other hand up her front to harshly grip her jaw, making her eyes shoot open as she gasps at the pain.

“That’s it, pretty. Eyes on me.” He dips back down, sucking and nipping at her clit while he fucks her with his fingers. She comes with a broken sigh, hips jerking in his hold as she spasms around his fingers. Steve thinks he could die happy in this position, between the softness of her thighs with the pretty sounds of her breathy whimpers ringing in his ears. He finally pulls away, leaving a sloppy kiss to each of her thighs. As he wipes her slick from his chin with the back of his hand, he takes in the sight of her, flushed and slumped down in the seat. She quirks an eyebrow at him.

“Your sweet tooth satisfied now?” He grins palming his aching hardness as he looks her over.

“Way better than pumpkin pie.”

…

“Steve? Can you go pick up the pumpkin pie this morning? The bakery opens at ten but I need to get to work on all this cooking.” He cranes his neck from where he’s sitting on the couch, his heart squeezing at the sight of her in his kitchen. She’s the sweetest image in one of his sweatshirts, an apron tied around her hips hiding the fact that she’s also only wearing a pair of his boxers. But his attention is quickly pulled to the seeming bomb of ingredients that’s gone off across his countertops. He gets up, shuffling into the kitchen and watching her poring over a cookbook.

“Yeah, I’ll go, um– are you sure we need to make this much food? S’just you, me, and Robin.” She stills where she had been flipping through the book.

“Babe? It is just you, me, and Robin, right?” She finally looks at him, offering a very nervous little smile. Steve feels like he’s going to blow a gasket already but she’s quick to slide over to him in her socked feet, pressing her palms into his chest and rubbing lightly.

“Look, don’t freak out, ok? But Robin told me one of your other friends was in town this weekend and I may have told her to invite him.” Steve blinks hard a few times.

“You what?” She huffs.

“Steve, don’t get weird. He’s a friend of yours after all.”

“He? Who– who is he?” She furrows her brow.

“Crap, I can’t actually remember his name. Um, something Munyan– wait, no– uh, Munroe?” Steve’s jaw goes slack.

“Are you telling me Eddie Munson is coming to dinner?” Her face splits into a grin and she slaps his chest lightly.

“That’s it! Robin told me it’s been a while since he’s been back in Indiana so it’ll be nice for you all to catch up.” She’s smiling so brightly at him it’s hard to stay mad at her. Steve’s taken to counting to ten to keep himself from saying things he knows he shouldn’t. It works, sometimes. He finally huffs, scrunching his eyes shut before looking at her again and nodding.

“Alright, alright. I’ll um– I guess I’ll go get that pie.” She lands a quick kiss to his lips, grinning up at him again.

“Good. Be quick, yeah? You’re on turkey duty.”

…

The later in the day it gets, the tighter the knot in Steve’s stomach winds. He hasn’t seen Eddie in years, not since Steve went overseas. All he knew was that Eddie had moved down south, seeking the money that was to be made working the oil rigs in the gulf of Mexico. He never wrote, never called, and he figured that Eddie liked it that way, putting everything behind him and Steve couldn’t blame him for that.

The only thing keeping Steve sane is her, dancing around him in the kitchen, a swirl of chopping vegetables and filling up casserole dishes. He’s never cooked a turkey before, never any reason to, but he takes to the task diligently because he wants to impress her. The sun is just starting to set as he leans back against the counter, bird in the oven and dish towel over his shoulder. He swats her hands away as she goes to peek into the oven and she scoffs at him.

“S’almost done, baby, go get changed.” She smiles, looking down at her now smudged-up apron over her pantsless legs.

“Get changed? What’s wrong with this?” He slides over to her, grabbing her hips and squeezing as she laughs in his grip. He plants a few mushy kisses to her lips, murmuring about how she’s “such a menace” in between them until she finally pulls away to saunter into his bedroom with a huff. A sting runs through his chest as, for a moment, he can imagine them doing this for the rest of their lives, his mind wandering to the image of a baby on her hip as they shuffle around their kitchen. He has to scrub a harsh hand through his hair to clear the thought from his mind.

His brain is further scattered when the doorbell rings. Steve freezes, but luckily she’s just then coming back out of his bedroom wearing that dress he loves, fixing an earring as she marches over to the door.

Steve hears him before he sees him. First there’s the sound of her and Robin greeting each other. But Steve would recognize that raspy voice anywhere.

“Well, hello. You must be the catch Robs has been telling me about. Blink twice if Harrington’s holding you against your will.” Yep, that’s Munson alright.

Eddie comes flouncing into the kitchen, her and Robin following behind. Steve thinks that he looks about the same. His hair is a little shorter, but otherwise, he’s still got that shit-eating grin that Steve remembers. Eddie’s eyes crinkle when he sees Steve, already opening his arms up for a hug that Steve was not expecting.

“Long time no see, big boy, bring it in.”

They get all the food laid out on the dining table, everyone humming at how good everything looks and Steve feels a warm bloom of pride in his chest that he did this, with his girl, together. She squeezes his hand as they all sit down, offering him a smile and Steve thinks for a minute that it’ll be alright after all. And then Eddie opens his mouth.

“So Robin told me you’re, like, super smart. Is that why you’re with Steve? Are you running experiments on him?” Steve would like to drag him across the table and knock his lights out right then, but she takes it in stride, laughing politely.

“Oh, god, no. It’s, um, actually kinda funny how we met. Steve was on duty when there was a fire in my dorm and, uh, the rest is history I guess.” It’s a total lie, and Steve loves her for it as she glances at him out of the corner of her eye, a small reassurance.

The rest of the dinner goes off as smooth as it can. Eddie tells them about his time down in the gulf (“back-breaking stuff, man. I still get the heebies anytime I fill up my car”) and explains that he’s planning on coming back to Indiana for good, using the money he saved up to go back to school to become a teacher. Steve can’t help but snort at that and Eddie tilts his head at him.

“Something funny, Stevie?” Steve shrugs.

“Can’t imagine you being a teacher, Munson. I don’t remember you caring much for school.” Eddie chuckles, shaking his head.

“People change, Steve, you know that better than most. Besides, I’ll be teaching music, not boring bullshit.” Her eyes are darting between the men, Robin looking on a bit nervously as well. It’s meaningless jabs, but Eddie’s “you know better than most” has a weight to it that everyone seems to pick up on. She eventually clears her throat, squeezing Steve’s hand as she smiles at Eddie.

“Well, I think that’s great, Eddie. You know, there’s really interesting MRI research coming out about how good music is for our brains. They’re starting to use it as palliative treatment for people with Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s disease.” It’s a successful maneuver away from whatever the elephant in the room is. Eddie rests his chin in his palm as he looks at her.

“I’ll be damned, is that right? Tell me more, sweetheart, that sounds wild.”

It’s over dessert that Eddie excuses himself for a smoke break. She and Robin are chatting easily over cups of coffee and slices of pie. Steve squeezes her shoulder, murmuring that he’s going to go keep Eddie company.

Steve gets outside just as Eddie’s lighting up, leaning up against the wall of his apartment building. He grins around his cigarette.

“You wanna bum one, Harrington? Or did you quit?” Steve waves him off, leaning on the wall next to him.

“Been trying to at least. She’ll kill me if she smells it on me.” Eddie laughs, whistling lowly.

“So you’re whipped, huh?” Steve scoffs, going to protest but Eddie continues.

“It’s a good look on you, man. You seem– I don’t know– lighter.” Steve raises an eyebrow at him, but Eddie just shrugs.

“I’m just saying. You better hold onto that one. She’s the real deal.” Steve sighs.

“Yeah, I know, Ed.” There’s a beat of silence before Eddie speaks again.

“Robs told me you had another close call.” Steve huffs at that, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You’re getting older, Harrington. Don’t you think it’s time you–” Steve turns on him, his eyes flashing and Eddie puts up his hands in surrender.

“Did she put you up to this?” Eddie’s face scrunches in confusion.

“What? No, man. But I can’t blame her if she’s saying the same thing. Listen, Steve, I get it, really. Why do you think I went running down south to work my ass off on a fucking rig? It wasn’t exactly for the scenery.” Eddie sighs, blowing out a puff of smoke before going on.

“But, it’s just stupid. Trying to keep running, to keep fighting. You– we deserve to get on with life. At least that’s what I figure.” Steve sighs, plucking the cigarette right from Eddie’s mouth and taking a long drag before handing it back to him. Eddie glances at him.

“What did you wanna do? Before?” Steve laughs, shaking his head.

“I didn’t have a fucking clue what I wanted to do. I was working shit jobs that went nowhere, even before.” Eddie offers him the cigarette again and Steve takes it with a muttered “don’t fucking tell her” that makes Eddie laugh.

“Well, listen, as your friend? I’m telling you that you deserve to figure out what the fuck you actually want to do, not what numbs your brain out enough to forget the past.” Steve just nods, stamping out the butt before glancing back at Eddie.

“So, you’re really back for good?” Eddie grins, nodding.

“Certified, man. I’m starting at IU after the holidays.” Steve chuckles.

“Eddie Munson, a college man. Who would’ve thought.”

“Hey, if I can do it, so can you, Harrington. Think about it.” They both sigh and Steve kicks off the wall.

“I will, really. C’mon, we should head back up. I fear what those two could accomplish left alone together.” Eddie chuckles, clapping Steve on the back.

“It’s good to be back, Steve. And it’s good to see you found someone. She’s a keeper, man.”

“I know, Ed. I know.”

…

She sends Robin and Eddie off with tin-foil wrapped plates stacked high with leftovers and Steve tries not to blow a fuse when Eddie lays a wet, smacking smooch to her cheek, grinning like the devil he is before slinking out the door. Robin huffs, smiling apologetically at her.

“Apologies for the large man-child, he means well. Thank you guys for Thanksgiving part two though, it was great!” Steve draws his friend into a brisk side hug before she’s out the door as well. His girl shuts the door, turning and looking at him with a broad smile.

“Well?” He raises his eyebrows at her as she pads over to him, drawing her palms up his chest to wrap behind his neck. She presses a soft kiss to his lips.

“Was it a good thanksgiving?” Steve huffs, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her closer against him.

“Munson aside? First good one I ever had, doll.” That earns him a grin and she leans in for another kiss that he tries to deepen, chasing after her lips but to no avail.

“We make a good team, baby.” Steve hums at that, once again trying to steal another kiss but she slides her palms down to press into his chest again.

“Gotta clean up, team.” He groans, but reluctantly follows her back into the kitchen to tackle the mess of dishes that’s been left in the aftermath of dinner. It’s quiet and it’s easy as they work. She washes and he dries, and again Steve feels that sting in his chest imagining them doing this after putting their imaginary kids to bed. He knows it’s ridiculous to even think this way. She’s never even mentioned wanting or not wanting kids, and why would she? Still, part of him can’t help but hope that there’s even a small chance she’d want her future to have him in it. He’s brought out of his head by the sound of her humming as she scrubs another pan. He sets down his dishtowel, sliding behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist as he digs his nose into her neck, breathing her in. She huffs under his attention.

“We’re not done, Steve.” He groans, his voice coming out as a mumble into her skin.

“There’s only, like, two pans left, babe. I say we’re done for tonight.” She gives in, setting the pan she had been working on down in the sink and drying her hands off on a rag before letting her palms rest over his forearms circling her waist. Steve starts to press kisses up the sweep of her neck, his teeth grazing the hinge of her jaw as she shudders in his arms.

“Look so pretty, tonight, honey. Wearing my favorite dress.” She sighs, letting him sway them a little side to side as he continues to nip at her skin.

“Wore it for you. Was trying to distract you from being so pissed off at Eddie.” Steve huffs into her neck, drawing his hands down to palm the swell of her thighs.

“It worked. Think I would’ve throttled him if I didn’t have you next to me.” She sighs as his hands continue to run up and down the outside of her thighs, ghosting over her hips before dipping back down to thumb at the hem of her dress. She twists in his hold, threading her fingers through the back of his hair and looking up at him in a way that makes his hands shake. Her voice is just a whisper when she speaks.

“I love you, Steve.” He feels his face melt into a smile, pulling her closer by her waist.

“You do?” She grins, nodding, and they kiss around their shared dopey smiles. Steve pulls away, pressing his forehead against hers.

“Fuck, baby– I love you so much.” And with that he’s diving in for a deeper kiss that makes her gasp into his mouth as he licks into her. Without knowing it, he’s walking her back until she’s pressed into the counter, hoisting her up onto it and settling between her legs. Her fingers start to fumble with the buttons of his shirt and Steve’s quick to help her, pulling it up over his head and tossing it aside. Her palms smooth up his chest, and she hooks her legs behind his thighs to draw him in closer. He breaks away to lay kisses along her shoulder, reaching back to tug the zipper of her dress down until it’s loose enough for her to shrug out of the sleeves. Taking in the sight of her, Steve lets out a low groan.

“Baby, no bra?” She grins and shrugs.

“Doesn’t work with the dress, Stevie.” He huffs, not really answering as he’s already dipping down to lay harsh bites across the tops of her breasts. She gasps as he takes one of her nipples into his mouth, teeth grazing the bud until she’s tugging lightly at his hair to pull him back up for a kiss that’s all pressing tongues and harsh gasps. Her hands wander again, this time down to his belt but Steve’s quick to grab hold of both her wrists in one palm.

“Hey, hey. Lemme take care of you first, doll.” She sighs, her brow furrowing.

“Just want you, daddy. Wanna feel you.” Steve feels like his head is going to explode at her words and the way she’s looking up at him from under her eyelashes. He tries to steady himself, guiding her palms to rest on his bare chest.

“Just Steve tonight, alright, pretty? Want you to say my name while I fuck you.” She smiles at that, dragging her hands up to clasp behind his neck and pull him into another kiss, pulling away just so their lips are barely brushing and whispering “ok, Steve.” Something in him snaps at her sweet words and he grips the plush of her ass, murmuring for her to wrap her legs around him, and he hoists her up off the counter as they continue to smear sloppy kisses into each other’s skin.

He starts to pad out of the kitchen, but his foot gets caught on the rug in front of the sink and they both wind up on the floor. She’s dissolving into laughter underneath him as he presses up onto his hands to check that she’s not hurt. She’s not, but Steve’s ego might be. She catches the furrowed look on his face and sighs.

“Don’t pout, baby. You were just being efficient. Now we don’t have to go all the way to the bedroom.” He can’t help but laugh at that, shaking his head at her words.

“Always such a smart mouth.” She doesn’t get a reply in as he dips down to steal another sloppy kiss. Steve thinks fleetingly that they probably look like a mess. They’re sprawled out on his kitchen floor, her dress all rucked around her hips, his belt buckle hanging open. But he doesn’t care, not when she’s drawing his hips down into hers by hooking her leg around his ass. Steve smacks one more kiss to her lips before leaning back to drag her dress the rest of the way down her hips, his hands skating back up her legs to slide her panties off too. He sits back on his haunches, fumbling with his belt, taking in her splayed figure as she tilts her head and grins at him. His hands still.

“What’re you looking at, doll?”

“You, Steve. So lovely like this.” He huffs at her words, knowing that if he thinks too hard about them he’ll dissolve right on the spot. He quickly shrugs his pants and boxers down enough to slide his aching cock out, leaning back over her and running the tip through her folds. They both sigh at the contact, and she rucks one knee up to his hip, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he dips into her. He stills for a moment, searching her face.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to work you open first, pretty?” She scrunches her face, tilting her hips to try to coax him deeper but he brings one palm down to the softness of her belly, pressing her into stillness.

“Hey. Need your words, doll. Be good for me, huh?” She frowns, brushing some of his hair out of his face.

“I just wanna feel you, Steve. Want you inside me.” He presses a kiss to her pouted lips, letting his hips roll forward with a deep groan. She arches up into him when his hips finally press against hers, offering up the arc of her throat for him to nose along as she sighs.

“Always so perfect for me, doll– fuck– tell me when I can move.” She tells him on a breathy exhale that she’s ready and he lets his lips smear over hers as he pulls out, slowly rolling into a rhythm that pushes and pulls both their bodies. It feels different, and not just because they’re splayed on his kitchen floor. Something heady is pulling at the hilt of his spine, pressing his thrusts deeper as she cants her hips to meet him. He’s devouring her, swallowing her gasps and whimpers as he licks into her mouth. It’s embarrassing how quickly the pleasure is closing in around him.

“Feels so good, Steve– so full– fuck, don’t stop.” She dissolves into a cracked chant of his name and Steve’s head is swimming in it.

He brings his hand up to her jaw, skating his thumb along her bottom lip. She’s quick to wrap her mouth around the digit, laving her tongue over the pad of his thumb and it makes Steve’s eyes roll back in his head. He takes his thumb from her mouth with a lewd pop, bringing his hand town to swipe over her clit. Her hips jerk in his hold and he feels her clench down hard around him.

“Fuck, baby– need you to come for me– need to feel it so bad.” She whimpers his name, eyes scrunching closed as her nails dig into his shoulder blades.

“Eyes on me, pretty. Wanna see you when you come– c’mon, baby.” Her eyes blow wide as she lets out a broken cry and the way she pulses around him as she comes undone sends Steve over the edge with her, pressing his hips deep into hers as he spills inside of her. They’re both panting, a slick sheen of sweat keeping them stuck together in their embrace. Steve dips his face into her neck, leaving light kisses as he trails up to her jaw, and then to her lips. When he pulls away she’s grinning beneath him.

“I love you, Steve. I really mean it.” For a moment, Steve stills, taking in the sight of his girl. His girl. He almost can’t believe it’s all real, but when she pulls him back down for another kiss, for once all the thoughts muddying his mind go quiet. He smiles against her lips.

“I love you too. Fuck, you’re incredible.” She hums, carding her fingers through his hair. As they stay there, sprawled on his kitchen floor, probably for longer than they should, Steve feels something spreading in his chest. A notion, a hope really, that for her, he might be able to be better. He really wants to be better.

#steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington angst #steve harrington #stranger things fanfiction #steve stranger things #stranger things

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My Buddie Babies: Let's Talk (Post 9-1-1 S7E5 Commentary)💕

First of all, Hi Girlies! How are we doing on this fabulous, fabulous day? After all, another day where BiBuck is canon is another day in paradise. Am I right? Of course, I am! 🥰🥰🥰

In all seriousness, I just wanted to reflect and comment on a few things I noticed on Tumblr after S7E5 aired. A few fellow Buddie Stans were a little iffy on this week's episode for a few reasons, but I wanted to touch on a couple. And I know no one really cares about my opinion, but as someone who's been ABSOLUTELY CHOMPING AT THE BIT for Buddie since Eddie joined the 118, I feel like this is warranted.

First things first: Marisol...

Now hear me out, I know Eddie's past relationships haven't been the best. (Hell, some might even say not entertaining)- but I really feel this season is more focused on Eddie's growth than the actual relationship between Marisol and Eddie itself. Does that make sense?

Like, as someone who loves to write, I see Marisol as a plot device- she's here to push Eddie in the right direction. (Now if that happens to be into Bucks arms, I sure won't be complaining.) But even if it doesn't, that's fine too. To me, it's clear Eddie's relationships have failed for a reason- and that reason being Eddie. This whole nun thing with Marisol, though funny as hell to me, was a realization for Eddie that he moves way too fucking fast. I mean, he asked her to move in, then wanted to shack up at Buck's place for a couple days to avoid seeing her at home! His conversation with Bobby proved that when he said it himself. He rushed things with Shannon, he rushed things with Anna and now he's doing the same thing with Marisol. Eddie needs time to get his shit together first, then we can make Buddie canon.

Now on to my second point: Buddie.

I know some people are disappointed Eddie hasn't expressed feelings for Buck yet, but I'm kind of happy he hasn't. I would HATE it if Eddie and Buck got into a relationship, only for Eddie to unintentionally rush things. We already know Buck has abandonment issues and I would be so floored if Eddie realizes he's moving too fast only to pull away. Our boys are precious and deserve the world- but only in due time...

Let's face it, Eddie and Buck are rather impulsive and with their job it makes sense- they have to be reactionary, quick thinking; but when it comes to this relationship shit, it hasn't benefited them in the slightest. The boys need time to figure things out.

Though I'd love to see it, we don't NEED Buddie this season. BuckTommy fulfills my 'Happy Buck' quota and any day Eddie is on screen is a good day indeed.

We've survived 6 seasons of the Great FOX Queerbait Slow Burn- so one more won't kill us. After all, 9-1-1 was just renewed for season 8! So, with Tim Minear as the show runner, I'm hopeful.

...So that's it. That's all the food for thought I've got for today. I just had to get that off my chest.

See you next time queers! Tootaloo 🤡

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The Immortals Quartet

Time to chat about another of Tamora Pierce's beloved heroines and one of her early quartets. This is also the quartet that--in my entirely subjective experience--catches a lot of guff for its romance subplot. But we'll get to that. These are some of my favorite books of Pierce's, and I'm pretty sure that I read these after the Alanna and Kel books, although they were her second published quartet, coming before Kel. Let's talk The Immortals Quartet.

Veralidaine Sarrasri, unlike Alanna and Kel, is not originally Tortallen. Our girl is Gallan, and when we first meet her in Wild Magic, she is recovering from bandits sacking her village, burning down her house, and killing her family and all their animals. She's also desperate to hide what she thinks is a form of madness from every human she runs across, which gets really complicated when Numair starts teaching her how to harness her wild magic. And for just a hot second, can I say how much I love Numair in this series? He has just as much character as Daine and I am never NOT here for phenonemally powerful mages who are also basically oversized puppies.

Getting to watch Daine develop relationships with Numair, Onua, Alanna and George, the royal family, and the Queen's Riders is such fun, and so well done that when Daine finally feels safe enough to explain why she sometimes seems recalcitrant about her magic lessons it feels immensely earned. These relationships also become immensely foundational to the rest of the series, as does Daine's b-plot but still really compelling arc about hating Stormwings.

The Stormwing arc really finds traction in Wolf Speaker. In my experience, most people say that In the Realms of the Gods is their least favorite Immortals book, but for me, Wolf Speaker takes that prize. Not at all because it's a bad book, but for me it's the most forgettable of the four. Daine and Numair are investigating sus nonsense in Fief Dunlath, and there are blood rain and shape shifting/mind riding shenanagins and Daine begins to have holes poked in her Stormwing prejudice courtesy of Rikash Moonsword. It's a fine book, and the subplots with the wolves and ogres are compelling, but for whatever reason this book does not stick in my head.

The book that does stick in my head and is unequivocally my favorite of this quartet is Emperor Mage. This book follows the Tortallen peace delegation to Carthak, and geopolitical and divine shenanagins ensue. Dain's relationships with Kaddar and Ozorne--and particularly how Numair and Ozorne's history colors both those relationships--are again central to the plot. The Graveyard Hag is also actively throwing broom handles between the spokes of Daine's wheels by giving Daine the power to bring skeletons to a seeming of life.

That gets absolutely amazing because the Graveyard Hag wants Daine to reanimate human skeletons, but Daine makes the PHENOMENAL point that humans forget literal walking nightmares really fast. What humans don't recover fast from is when you literally raze their centers of government to the ground, including food stores, records of all kinds, and the freaking treasury. So instead of making human skeletons dance through the streets, Daine reanimates DINOSAUR SKELETONS and wrecks absolute shop. It's amazing, I wouldn't change a thing.

The other thing I love about this book is Numair yo-yoing between being an experienced intelligence operative and black robe mage and a complete idiot. He is tangled up in plans to free slaves and overthrow Ozorne and yet he still somehow manages to forget all of that and swing at Ozorne when he suggests that Numair is banging Daine. Numair. Honey, sweetie, friend, you cannot be THAT much of an idiot. And the best part is, at least three other characters call him on that idiocy. This book is fantastic.

In the Realms of the Gods is the book that, in my experience, gets the most flak from fans. My experience has been that people object to the student/teacher dynamic between Daine and Numair deveoping into a romance and the significant age gap between the two characters as the romance develops. People also seem to feel that this book is too long and drags in places. I don't tend to find that the book is draggy and long, but that tends to be a very "your mileage may vary" thing for readers.

In terms of the age gap and student teacher dynamics, I want to start off very clear: In real life, student-teacher relationships are never ok, are always predatory, and I do not support. However, to paraphrase Red from OSP, not every book that shows things that aren't unequivocally morally good do not need a "Do Not Try This At Home" sticker on the cover. Books don't have to be morally instructive, they don't have to show the best possible healthy relationships, they just have to be interesting. And honestly? I find Daine and Numair interesting. On top of that, Tamora Pierce is aware enough as an author that Daine and Numair actually do (however briefly) discuss the potential pitfalls of the age gap between them. They don't address the student/teacher thing, but then I wouldn't expect them to because that's not the relationship they have in this book. They are more partners than student/teacher. All this to say, I can understand why people dislike this romance, but I'm not here to throw shade, because honestly I enjoyed it.

I also enjoyed meeting and learning about Daine's parents, exploring the literal Realm of the Gods and all the wibbly wobbly timey wimey chaos shenanagins, and the conclusion of Daine's Stormwing arc. (And how dare Pierce make me cry that hard over Rikash. That was uncalled for.)

Overall, I deeply loved this quartet, and Daine is a welcome change from the very martial Alanna and Kel. She also represents an evolution of the magic systems in Tortall, which was really compelling and refreshing.

#tamora pierce #the immortals #the immortals quartet #daine sarrasri #numair salmalin #wild magic #wolf speaker #emperor mage #in the realms of the gods #ya fantasy #tortall universe #tortall #books & libraries #books and reading #books and novels #book recommendations #books #fiction

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warcraftedtardis · 1 year

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Hmm more space orcs?

Okay so,,, I rly don’t know if anybody made a post about this yet, but can we talk about the weird way human bodies just,,, Do Exercise?

I’m a healthy 240lbs ish of meat mecha, at least 20lbs of which is just fat stored on my tum; like even at my most physically active and “healthy” I was still a chonktastic 225 or so, but in all that time I’ve been doing the whole diet and exercise rigamarole I noticed a Thing My Body Does. This bastard HATES being worked like a draft horse. Like he viscerally does Not want to Do The Thing UNTIL he’s been compelled into the thing for like 10 or so minutes.

After about 10 for cardio and 15 for any muscle work, the human body (or at least my body) decides it likes this activity actually and will just keep Doing The Thing until something else compels it to stop. Like,,, is this just me or do other ppl experience the pursuit predator brain kicking in?

Like, logically it makes sense that humans are still adapted to being pursuit predators slowly terminatoring their way after their food, but it rly doesn’t hit you that fundamentally you today are the same animal that stalked prey for miles endlessly until The Thing happens.

So, humans as a species can hit this grove of motion where once the body gets a stride at a comfortable, personal speed, they can just go virtually indefinitely. Pursuit predation is not the most common method for carnivorous or omnivorous animals to obtain meals. Yeah humans don’t have the same top speed as another highly successful pursuit predator like the hyena, but unlike the hyena we can throw shit really accurately from long distances. I don’t need to sprint after my food if I’ve got a bunch of carved, pointy sticks and a whole day to kill. Calorically, a slow persistent jog or fast walk is much more energy efficient than a full sprint anyway.

Like, fuck, the reason we find the Slasher walk scary is because humans have an instinct for that same method of hunting.

TL;DR So basically The Thing were your body just clicks with physical effort and the walking/jogging experience is no longer a chore but just a way to be is the voice of your ancestors connecting you to your pursuit predator nature. They are cheering you on in the never ending marathon of human evolution. If you can, and it won’t exacerbate any chronic illness or pain, you should just Move and Do. It’s rly nice to feel yourself hit your own stride tbh.

#humans are space orcs #human biology #random though of the day #not sure if this has been done before

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these eyes (part one) - hugh grant

two ex best friends. one party. lots of alcohol. what could go wrong?

you had an intense love/hate relationship with one hugh john mungo grant. an intense relationship, in that you loved to hate him.

the pipeline of childhood friends to adulthood enemies is not uncommon by any means, but hugh and your’s situation was by all means the definition of the word. uncommon. for in fact, you two were on the best of terms just last year. that is, until “the incident”.

“the incident”, or “that one time hugh made out with my best friend right after i confessed my feelings to him” as you like to refer to it as, absolutely shattered you. and on your birthday of all days? definitely a cad-like move on his part.

yet here you are. another year, another birthday, another excuse to cry over him. except you won’t- or you’re trying not to, anyway. you are totally over him. he’s an asshole. he quite literally ruined your life.

needless to say, he’s not invited to your birthday dinner. neither is his girlfriend: your ex best friend.

who is invited, is jamie. jamie is a sweet guy you met at work, who you think has taken a shining to you. you’re starting to warm up to him yourself, but your (unfortunately) unresolved feelings for hugh have annoyingly been getting in the way. you plan on fixing that tonight.

hugh has hurt you. the fact of the matter is, it’s time to move on. you have a perfect new suitor in jamie, it’d be foolish to let him slip away from you.

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it’s finally party time and guests are showing up in abundance. laughter fills your usually-silent apartment, and the snack food you had set out 20 minutes ago already seems to be gone. it’s as though you’d forgotten you had invited this many people!

the party goes on as parties do, you mingle with the guests, and let them all serenade you with birthday wishes and compliments. you drink. a lot. and with dinner time fast approaching, you make it a mission to seek out jamie. surely he must have arrived by now?

as you walk through the sea of people in your living room in attempt to find jamie, you are caught off guard by a seedy blonde with ringlet curls. you’ve seen those curls before. those curls surely weren’t invited to your birthday soirée. and to your utmost shock and despair, those seedy ringlet curls had brought their fuckwit fluffy brunette boyfriend to match. she spoke with utmost confidence, “darling! so good to see you, it’s been far too long. you remember hugh, of course?

dumbfounded, you had to make a quick escape- so that’s exactly what you did, finding shelter in your room. you couldn’t face this strange reality, not now, not today. it was your birthday! this was not part of the plan!

but instead of being greeted with lonesome bliss, you saw jamie foraging around your things. he looked up at you with sad eyes. knowing eyes. you didn’t even find reason to question his whereabouts, you simply ran over to him and melted. crying into his shoulder, letting your perfectly applied birthday makeup run down your face and onto his shirt sleeve. he didn’t ask for an explanation of your sorrow, he only held you and comforted you through your time of need. jamie was so perfect for you. he was everything you could ever want in a man.

yet you felt nothing. in fact, your tears only amplified from it. this incredibly sweet, handsome, doting man was right in front of you. holding you as you broke down. yet your heart was still attached to the absolute douchebag downstairs.

once again needing to flee, you apologized to jamie profusely and swiftly left his embrace. you were running out of “safe” spaces- your apartment had only so many rooms. maybe it was logic, or maybe it was the alcohol, but you soon found yourself fully opening the already half opened bathroom door. desperate times call for desperate measures. letting out a sigh and slamming the door behind you, you sunk to your knees in another sob. at this point, party guests were surely confused to where their host had gone, and likely even more confused as to why they kept hearing loud sobbing coming from the bathroom, only breaking cries to shout a profanity or two every now and then. you were a wreck in there, so much so that it wasn’t until 10 minutes after your less-than-graceful entry to the bathroom that you realized you weren’t alone. once again, a pair of sad, knowing eyes looked at you. but these eyes didn’t belong to jamie.

these eyes belonged to hugh.

#angst #part two will be happier!!#happy birthday hughie <3 #hugh grant #hugh grant x reader #90s hugh grant #notting hill #four weddings and a funeral #sense and sensibility

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ╰┈─✩ ˚ ‧ random thoughts ‧ ˚

✧˖° synopsis : random headcanons i have pertaining to jjk

✧˖° cast and crew : yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, nobara kugisaki

.ᐟ content warnings : cursing, me just rambling

⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ authors note : just smth to post ! some of these i’ve probably posted about on here? but y’all will be seeing them again just cause i wanna expand on some of them 😝

yuji <3

- he’s allergic to animal dander but still pets dogs and cats and stuff cause he simply just doesn’t care. but because of this, he forgets that he needs to wash his hands after playing with them, so if he ends up toughing his face his eyes get all swollen and he’s all itchy

- he listens to britney spears when he cleans ! sorry, i don’t make the rules. he also blasts it really loud and megumi is absolutely sick of it LMAO

- his favorite way to pass time is play thumb wars with megumi. he never wins but he genuinely finds joy in it cause no one else wants to play since he beats everyone else

- he uses inside jokes he made with someone else on other people who don’t know the context and thinks its funny. cause ultimately they end up confused and just kinda smile and nod

- hates any “fresh linen” scents cause it gives him a headache

- has a peanut allergy and will still try to eat shit containing said allergen

- calls nobara’s hair a “fuck ass bob”

megumi <3

- keeps the volume on all his devices on at an even number. yes he gets irritated if it’s not

- he loves apple juice, like bro will actually down a whole gallon and still want another

- his favorite snack is apples and peanut butter

- he is allergic to most seafood

- he loves doing crossword puzzles ! like he’ll knock them shits out so fast it’s insane. he’s great at finding all the bigger words too

- prefers overhead headphones and has like 6 different pairs to go with different outfits (he also let nobara and yuji put stickers on them)

- he is a plain milk drinker

- he prefers savory over sweet, and loves to snack on crunchy foods

- he skips every other step when he goes up the stairs

nobara <3

- she was a movie star planet player

- her favorite food changes every few weeks so she never has had an actual “favorite food” , and that’s the same reason why she doesn’t have a favorite color

- she is an apple juice hater and loves orange juice. her and megumi argue over this constantly

- she cant cut her nails properly and always has maki do it for her

- she sleeps with socks on and is trying to get megumi and yuji to see her vision, she has yet to succeed though

- she doesn’t like mustard or mayonnaise

- she’s allergic to pollen and grass

- she hates jello

- loves coffee but doesn’t drink it much cause she’s worried about it staining her teeth

- doesn’t like cake icing

⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ysl production credits : inspired by a conversation i had with @romiantic

⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ tags : @morosis-haze @jogeto @mypimpademia @ivanari @planetlunaa @cosmiles @milesmolasses @chinieh @romiantic @stqrriichiigo

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⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ closing notes : def making a part 2 to this cause i need EVERYONE to hear my thoughts 😋. anyhow, love y’all, and drink some water cause it’s still hot as a bitch outside.

- xoxo, yves

#saint laurent productions #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen season 2 #jjk headcanons #jjk hcs #megumi fushiguro #megumi fushiguro headcanons #nobara kugisaki #nobara kugisaki headcanons #yuji itadori #yuji itadori headcanons

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 years

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Hello may i request a Damian wayne x male reader Platonic fic please,how about Damian hating the reader at first but he gets sick and the reader takes care of him,making him soup giving him medicine cuddles watching movies and not leaving his side till Damian gets better…if not its fine love your writing btw

Damian Wayne x male reader

Headcanon

I made the reader a speedster to go along with Jon being a supe, and Damian being Robin :). They’re like 12 or 13 in this btw.

- To say Damian disliked you was an understatement. Ever since you had showed up with the Flash one day, and by consequence partnered with Damian and Jon, he despised you. You were yet another distant family members of Barry’s from a future timeline, like Bart, except you were from a different timeline.

- You were a speedster named Fast-Track. The name you had picked made Damian roll his eyes and sneer, but you didn’t seem to notice, as Jon and you were too excited on working together.

- Damian kept his distance from you, growling when you’d throw your arm around him. He would especially get angry when Grayson or the other heroes made comments about how cute your team was.

- You were a serious team, or Damian was. Damian was trained by the world’s best assassins, and he was placed on a team with two children. He glared at Drake when he pointed out that Damian was also a child.

- The only good thing you had to offer was your speed and your mind. You were scarily intelligent. It creeped out other younger heroes at times just how smart you were.

- It was because of your smarts that you were put on a mission with Damian. That and the fact that Jon was grounded for one reason or another.

- It was a mission over a week in every changing weather, and because of it Damian got very sick. The kind of sick that left you in bed sweating but freezing and coughing up a lung.

- On the mission the only way to escape in the end was jumping into icy water, and for you to quickly speed you away when you got out. The speed kept you warm, but Damian wasn’t so lucky.

- You felt so bad you begged Barry and Bruce to let you stay in Gotham to watch over Damian, as in your eyes it was because of you he was sick.

- You weren’t sure if Bruce just got tired of your begging, but he let you stay, much to Damian’s annoyance. Not only was he sick, but you were speeding around playing nurse.

- You took over from Alfred to watch over Damian, not noticing the pleased expression on Alfred’s face at the fact that Damian had friends who worked so hard to keep him happy and healthy.

- It started with you bringing Damian food that he could eat, and pulling out your switch so you could play games together. In the beginning Damian just rolled his eyes and turned on his other side, so you just played Breath of the wild on your own.

- At some point Damian got curious and rolled over to watch you play, but he didn’t say anything.

- You made sure he was taking his medicine as Alfred ordered it, and when Damian said it was only for the week, you squared up with your hands on your hips and stared him down.

- He wouldn’t admit his feelings towards you warming up from tolerating you to actually enjoying your presence and seeing you sad made him feel bad, so he finally took the medicine.

- At some point over the week or two Damian was sick, you got closer, and he started to actually enjoy your bright personality and strong excitement.

- When he was feeling better, the two of you moved to one of the manors living rooms to watch a movie on the large tv. Sure, Damian had his own tv, but you had been raving at the size of the screens of the family tv, so Damian agreed to watching a movie in the other room.

- Before sitting down, you told Damian to pick a movie and sped off and came back with pillows and blankets, dumping them on the couch before running to get snacks. Alfred and Bruce just watched as you went through the kitchen to grab Damian’s favourites and speed off again.

- You both got under the blankets, sitting on either end of the couch as the movie started. You were eating more of the snacks than Damian, as the Robin still felt kinda sick, and you as a speedster ate a lot.

- At some point you both started feeling sleepy, and before you knew it you were both cuddled up under the blanket. Damian’s head was on your shoulder, and your head was on top of his as the blanked was draped over your laps.

- When Dick entered the room and saw you both sleeping up against each other, he couldn’t help but take a picture and send in the group chat between him and multiple other heroes around his age.

- Later when he was feeling better Damian would chase him around the manor as you sat and ate a popsicle, just happy that Robin finally accepted to be your friend.

#male reader #dc #damian wayne #robin #dc x male reader #dc imagine #dc headcanon #dc x reader #damian wayne headcanon #damian wayne imagine #damian wayne x male reader #damian wayne x reader #robin imagine #robin headcanon #robin x male reader #robin x reader

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holylulusworld · 1 year

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The pie whisperer

Summary: Dean gets lost and found.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Baker!Reader

Square 25 filled for Lulu’s XMAS Bingo: Lonely on Christmas

Square 20 filled for @spnchristmasbingo: Pie

Square 2 filled for @anyfandomaubingo: Baker!Reader

Warnings: none, fluff maybe

Words: 600+

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Dean doesn’t know why he strolls through the deserted streets. He puffs out a huff and rubs his arms with his hands.

“Freezing my ass off wasn’t in my plans. Thanks for nothing Sammy,” the hunter grumbles. His brother wanted them to check on yet another mysterious death, only for Sam to run off with Eileen to find a specific book. “If you want to get laid, warn me next time.”

“Sir, can I help you?” he cocks his head to glance at you. “You look a little lost. Do you want me to show you the way?”

“I was looking for—” he shrugs. Dean doesn’t know what he was looking for. “Food.” He clears his throat. “What I meant is that I was looking for a restaurant.”

“Oh, this,” you jab your finger over your shoulder, “is my bakery. If you are hungry, you can eat here.” You won’t miss the chance to lure in yet another customer. Christmas Eve or not. You need the money.

“Bakery,” he gasps audibly. “Do you have pie? Real pie. Not the crap they wanted to sell me at the other bakery. They called it pie, but it was cake. Cake! I hate cake. I want pie.”

“Well then,” you snicker as he hopefully looks at you, “you got lost in the right place. Follow me inside if you want some pie. I’ll grant you the Christmas discount for lonely hearts.”

“I’m not lonely,” you unlock the backdoor of your little bakery to let him in. “I don’t celebrate Christmas. My brother is out and about with a friend or his girlfriend. I don’t know, to be honest. They didn’t put a label on it yet.”

“You don’t celebrate Christmas. How sad,” letting him inside you sigh. “I have to work on Christmas Eve to make some more money. Holidays seasons always mean fast cash.”

“Fash cash, huh?” you close the door behind him and lock it. “Did you lure me in to make more money, miss?”

“Nah, I was bored, and you looked like you need food and hot cocoa,” you shrug. “Do you want some pie and a hot beverage or not, Sir?”

“Dean,” he says while looking around your little bakery. “Why are you not at home and celebrating Christmas?”

“My parents worked all their life. Six years ago, they gave me half of the money I need to open my bakery. I wanted to pay them back and gifted two tickets to Paris to them for Christmas.”

“You’re alone on Christmas too.”

“Kinda. I chose to be alone on Christmas to make the people I love happy,” smiling softly you watch Dean sit down at one of the few tables at your little bakery. “It’s only one Christmas. And I made a lot of money.”

“Hmm…” he nods thoughtfully. “What kind of pie do you have?”

“Whatever your heart desires,” you give him a wink. “People call me the pie whisperer for a reason. My bakery is named the pie whisperer too.

”The pie whisperer,” Dean smirks. “I like it.”

“Now, tell me what you want Dean.”

“Do you have pecan pie?” he hopefully looks at you. “Or apple pie.”

“Pecan pie it is.”

Dean watches you cut two slices of the pecan pie you baked this morning. He smiles as you add whipped cream.

“How did you know I was lost?” Dean asks as you carry two plates toward the table. “You seemed to appear out of nowhere too...”

“I just knew,” you place the plates onto the table. “Merry Christmas, Dean. I’m glad you found your way to my little bakery.”

Dean smiles as you turn back around to get two mugs of hot cocoa. He’s got no clue when you made it, but it smells delicious and he won’t say no to pie and hot cocoa.

Fate is a funny thing. If Dean didn't get lost in the streets on Christmas Eve, he would’ve never met you.

A rogue half-elf wanting to give the people losing faith a little hope on Christmas.

Tags in reblog.

#dean winchester #spnchristmasbingo #dean winchester x you #anyfandomaubingo #spn #dean x reader #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #the pie whisperer

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rubirose15 · 8 days

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Man I'm so fucking pissed that food service jobs were considered "essential" during the pandemic yet we're treated like shit. Minimum wage, zero respect, insane workload. And everyone views it as an easy job for teenagers. It's fucking not. Not anymore. It's almost factory work and it's because it HAS TO BE. Demand for fast food has grown exponentially in the last decade, honestly even just the last few years due to the rise of delivery apps from covid. However even though the work is literally designed to be done by a full team of people, there's probably only 2-3 people in the store expected to do the work of 4-7 people. And the GM is up your ass about labor even though your boss has already been cutting hours and you're struggling to run the restaurant because of it. And because of high labor you really can't get more than 25 hrs/week. So. Find a second job if you even have time I guess.

I'm just. You have to work with extremely hot oil, heavy machinery, those heavy fucking soda bibs. It's a lot of bending over and lifting heavy objects. A lot of shoulder movement. And you're standing for 4-8 hours at a time. And then you have to talk to customers who don't even see you as a person. Even the nice ones.

The nature of the job is so repetitive and overstimulating. The kitchen is burning hot, the fryers are always hissing or humming, the noise of the printer is so mechanical and jarring, and everyone is yelling for one reason or another. Again these jobs are seen as being for TEENAGERS.

Then on top of that you have to pay attention to the front counter and answer calls. Many stores only have one person on register for cash tracking purposes, and this person is very likely to also be helping prepare and package orders. Again, 2-3 people doing the work of 4-7. It's stressful when you're the only one packing orders and there's a line of people in the front and your only options are to make them wait or abandon your current task.

Ugh, and don't even get me started on coffee shops. The standards set for quick service restaurants like St*rbucks are almost impossible to achieve. Coffee is supposed to take fucking time to make. It's not meant to be pumped out en masse in under 2 minutes. And then it has like all the above problems except the oil, but I have burned myself on portafilters and steam wands.

I don't even know what my point is anymore. Just fucking respect your food service workers. I'm sick of people being like "just do your job. I worked at x in high school and it wasn't that bad." I'm so happy for you. But food service isn't even the same as it was 5 years ago. It's really difficult to remain positive and enjoy your job when your job just hates you so fucking much.

#fuck capitalism #most of these problems come from late stage capitalism #everyone is just another consumer #and we have to meet their demands #its all so contradictory #fast food #food service

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