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[strawbeerossi]

If You Leave Me

Pairing: Fem!reader x Spencer Reid

Description: After coming home, Spencer has nightmares of his wife leaving him after the weight of prison weighs on him after his release.

Content Warnings: Depression, mentions of problems with eating, nightmares, fear of abandonment, mention of parental abandonment, spoilers for the prison arc, mentions of blood and being beaten, anxiety, there’s a panic attack, general angst, light fluff towards the end

Word Count: 1.4K

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'The Show' is so amazing, so I might make more based on each song on the album.

“Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or present are certain to miss the future.” John F Kennedy.

Spencer had faced change for his whole life. Between his father leaving him with no explanation when he was a child to his mother’s schizophrenia spiralling, he was the poster child for adapting to the plethora of things that life can throw at you and making the best of things.

Child abandonment coupled with a mother whose illness was worsening, there was a lot of pressure on him at a young age. Spencer wanted to take care of his mother, make sure she was safe and sound. He enjoyed lying with her and reading, spending his time with the woman who he cared for. He struggled with making many friends.

Not a lot of high schoolers want to be friends with a twelve-year-old child prodigy. He was the target of relentless bullying, his safest place being home where he could read in the comfort of his own bedroom.

Most children who had any form of trauma as a child turned out to be psychopaths, incapable of empathy and most who exhibited those symptoms were serial killers, he was quite the opposite. Spencer would say that he turned out alright. 

Three PHDs, being a supervisory special agent for the Behavioral Analysis Unit, as well as being a literal genius. He had a team of people who loved him dearly, a good amount of godchildren who he adored, as well as a beautiful wife who did so much for him.

When Spencer was imprisoned, his experience killed a piece of him. The once sweet, innocent Dr. Spencer Reid was now a man who was more prone to showing his complex emotions, his temperament changing. He wasn’t nearly as talkative, he was having a harder time processing things that used to take him mere seconds to understand. It was why they had placed him on a weird schedule; every one hundred days spent in the field would have thirty days off following behind. He thought it was the stupidest decision they made.

Despite all of his protests, nobody would hear him out. It brought on the thoughts of him being untrustworthy. After all, he did kill Nadie Ramos. He may have been under the influence of drugs but that didn’t excuse a damn thing. He killed her with his bare hands. 

That haunted him. The fact that he could be capable of madness, capable of murder. It didn’t help that soon after, he was producing a tampered batch of drugs that he was being forced to push within those four cement walls.

Everyone told him that it wasn’t his fault, that some people were pushed to dark acts in order to ensure their survival. After all, a federal agent in the general population sector was a huge target, someone who would have a lot of enemies. Too many enemies.

After his release, there came a plethora of emotions. Y/N was a saint, patient as could be and more loving than he ever could’ve hoped for. Even when he was dissociating into his mind to shield him from all too familiar territory, she was right there. It had gotten to a point where he severely depended on her, the attachment so strong that he would follow her around the house as if he were a kitten who needed constant attention. 

Dinner was hard, the man having to be reminded that he could take his time to eat and he had no risk of someone coming and taking it whether he allowed them to or not. There were nights where he wouldn’t take a packet of cookies from his wife, stressing over having to ‘pay her back’. It took a lot to break him out of that routine.

Don’t get him started on the nightmares. They were vivid, placing him back to the night when he was beaten in prison or to the day where Luis Delgado had his throat slit in front of him because of his own choices. It was like he could still feel the warmth of the crimson blood staining his hands in the failed attempt to stop the bleeding. 

In addition to nightmares that were filled with blood and violence, there was another recurring nightmare. One that killed him more than any sort of guilt of association ever could. It started out the same way every time, he would come in the house after a long winded case. There would be a lot of stress on his shoulders, a tightening in his chest because of the fact the case didn’t end the way the team had anticipated. He would then walk into the kitchen, where Y/N would be waiting for him. There was no sweet greeting, no kiss against his lips while she hugged him and cried about missing him. 

Instead there was a tense silence, the usually warm apartment freezing. She would turn to him, her eyes filled with exhaustion, no glimmer of love shining over them as they faced one another.

“I can’t do this anymore. You aren’t who you used to be, this time by myself has made me realize that I am much happier without you here. I don’t have to coddle you, treat you like a baby. I just can’t bring myself to love you anymore.” 

Spencer was waking up in a cold sweat, his body jolting upwards on the mattress while his other hand was quickly, yet cautiously reaching beside him to feel his wife’s shoulder. The touch had Y/N stirring awake, a gentle frown on her face. “Spencer?” Her voice was filled with drowsiness, her hands slowly pushing her to sit up on her knees while her free hand was leaning over to turn on the bedside lamp. 

Any form of annoyance from drowsiness was wiped away when she noticed her husband’s state. His face was drenched in sweat, his chest was heaving from the impending anxiety attack, he was unable to talk as his body trembled. “Shh, hey.” Y/N whispered as she was shuffling closer, pulling back the duvet so she could carefully pull her husband into her arms. 

Her fingers were threading through the messy curls, a weak sigh leaving her lips as she could feel his arms tightly wrap around her torso, practically squeezing the life out of her.

“I’m here. It’s okay, baby, I promise. Luis dream again?” She asked softly, her lips pressing a kiss to the crown of his skull.

“You left.” His voice was hoarse, the tears joining in soaking his face the same way that the sweat had done over the course of the night. “Baby..” Y/N whispered while her fingers were lightly scratching over his scalp, her cheek resting against his head as she was being hugged tightly, as if she would disappear if Spencer let her go. “I’m not going anywhere. You know that.” Her words were dipped in that sweet assurance, her eyes slowly fluttering shut. 

Spencer faced enough people who abandoned him in his life with little to no explanation, she could never be added to that list. He spent three long and gruelling months in a maximum security prison for a murder that he was pushed into doing under the influence of a drug that Cat Adams and Lindsey Vaughn got their hands on. 

This wasn’t like he was a man who snapped and murdered an innocent woman because of deterioration of his sanity. He was absolutely nothing like the men and women he hunted down for his job, she tried to push that every time that she could. “You’re a good man, you know that. I would be a fool to leave you.” She said softly. 

As her body was eventually laying down against the mattress, she couldn’t help but smile once Spencer quickly followed her movements. Her legs were spreading in order to invite him between them, the male laying on top of her as his head was against her chest. “There we go..” She cooed softly, her fingers continuing to comb through the tousled curls. 

With his cheek now smashed against his wife’s chest, he listened to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. 

The drumbeat mixed his wife’s sweet words of assurance and the warmth of her love radiating against him was enough to have Spencer starting to drift off to sleep. 

How did he manage to get so lucky to have a woman who wouldn’t give up on him?

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[libraryofloveletters]

Written In The Photos - Social Media Series

decided to take a little break from writing (I will still be writing after this, don’t worry!) but I didn’t want to leave you guys without content so I present the Written In The Photos series. each driver/player has a song and their post is inspired by said song :) I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed making it <3 // special thank you to my bestie @themandaloriansdiaries for all her help with song choices and all the cracked out convos we had to put it together. 

Carlos Sainz Jr - Smooth Operator by Sade

late nights, jet leg and messed up sleep schedules lead to words spoken which would normally be kept to themselves. 

Jack Grealish - Hot Girl Summer by Meg Thee Stallion 

party after party, Jack seems to be spotted with the same girl over and over again.

Lewis Hamilton - Loveeeeeee Song by Rihanna and Future 

he’s sick and tired of seeing you in private, he wants the world to know you’re his. 

Sergio Ramos - Way 2 Sexy by Drake 

working for a footballer isn’t easy, it’s even harder when everyone thinks you’re dating. ( footballer x pr manager)

Max Verstappen  - Can We Still Friends by Tyler, The Creator

even the best of the friends can have falling outs, especially when you’re on opposites side of the track.  (teammate/rival!reader)

Andy Robertson - I’m Still In Love With You by Sean Paul ft. Sasha and Jeremy Harding

so many years apart and you’re still in love with the same guy you’ve always been in love with.

Lance Stroll - Stuck With You by Ariana Grande 

every relationship goes sour, except for the one you had with a certain brown eyed boy. 

Pato O’Ward -  Sunday Candy by Nico Segal 

snapshots of love and life with the love of your life.

Jude Bellingham - P Power by Gunna ft Drake  

young and in love, you two find yourselves making headlines more often than not. 

Sebastian Vettel - Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado and Timberland 

can’t keep his hands off you and can’t keep the flirty comments away. (redbull seb) 

Kylian Mbappe  -  Hotel Room Service by Pitbull 

secrets unravel when you’re caught together in spain.  

Jenson Button - Money by Cardi B 

diamonds are a girl’s best friend after all (sugar daddy!jenson)

Ruben Dias - Golden Hour by JVKE 

you supported him through it all, it only made sense you were the one there in the end. 

George Russell - London Boy by Taylor Swift 

grey weather is a bit of a downer, unless you have someone by your side. 

Bukayo Saka - Star Boy by The Weeknd

proud, proud, proud; you showed everyone just how proud you really were. 

Mick Schumacher - Dark Red by Steve Lacy 

he only has eyes for one girl and it’s the one girl he wasn’t supposed to be looking at. (vettel!reader)

Neymar Jr - Tití Me Preguntó by Bad Bunny 

he promised to change, you were stupid enough to believe him but people never really change do they?

Lando Norris - Young, Dumb and Broke by Khalid 

regret makes people do crazy things. 

John Stones - I Wanna Dance With Somebody by Whitney Houston 

your husband winning the treble calls for celebration and you two finally get the night out you deserve. 

Esteban Ocon - Sure Thing by Miguel 

attached at the hip; the sunshine to his rain. you were everything to him. 

Erling Haaland - Sunday Mornings by Maroon 5

sunday mornings were a bit of a tradition for you, everyone notices when the pattern changes.

Pierre Gasly - Creepin’ by The Weeknd 

loyalty runs both ways, until it doesn’t anymore but nothing ever really changes, does it?

Virgil Van Dijk - Let ‘Em Know by Bryson Tiller 

some things never change, no matter how much you try. 

Fernando Alonso - I’m Still Standing by Elton John 

looking up and looking down, it never felt so right. 

Jordan Henderson - If I Ain’t Got You by Alicia Keys 

with your 10th anniversary around the corner, you both get a bit in your feels.

Charles Leclerc - A Sunday Kind Of Love by Etta James 

races, weddings and races again; sundays hold a special place in his heart. 

Trent Alexander Arnold - One Kiss by Dua Lipa

all it took was one kiss and the floodgates were opened. 

Daniel Ricciardo - Woo by Rihanna

monaco is good to those who are good to it, especially those who win. every winner deserves a prize worthy of a king.

Christian Pulisic - Unforgettable by French Montana and Swae Lee

the star player and the ex girlfriend of his closest teammate are spotted together; you’re too unforgettable.

Kostas Tsimikas - Boyfriend by Ariana Grande and Social House

you were his until you weren't, but then you were again. the two of you tangled in the sheets and in a web of confusion; were you or were you not?

#written in the photos social media series #f1 instagram au #f1 social media au #football instagram au #football social media au

[sunthug]

cod + valentine's day ✦

— headcanons on how they show affection as your valentine, as well as how they would view the holiday if single.

featuring: 141, alejandro, rudy, valeria, alex, farah, graves, nikolai, and laswell. safe for work, fluff. A/N: i know this is being posted late (like...literally the day after valentine's day) but it was on my mind. whether you spent the holiday single, partnered, or in a complicated situationship, know that the point of valentine's day is the yummy candy, duh. enjoy! x

kyle garrick would be the most suave valentine; nonchalant but in the sweetest way. he has everything planned to a tee. he doesn’t stress about the gifts he’s giving you or the plans for the day because he already knows that he aced it. that shit-eating grin will say it all.

single on v-day, gaz wouldn’t lose an ounce of optimism. "i'm my own valentine,” he’ll assure, though his attention will linger on the sappiness of it all. he can’t help that he’s a romantic.

—

johnny mactavish, your brazen lover; while he’s unabashed in his affections at all times, the holiday would only amplify just how far he’s willing to go to show you off—and in turn, show off for you.

alternatively, you’d think that soap was better off without a valentine by the way he carries himself; "too much heart for this world to handle,” or some shit. it's true, as the lines within his journals would reveal his poeticism.

—

simon riley is the private romantic; begrudgingly reserving a table on one of the busiest nights of the year. but, he pays attention to the things that make your heart sing, which is why he’d have fresh flowers cut and arranged in a clean vase before you're even awake.

single, ghost would treat it no differently than any other day—only this day is accompanied by (more) bad jokes. “they may call me ghost, but i don’t need a ‘boo’.”

—

john price has always been a traditional valentine; he wouldn't get your hopes up by planning with those finicky restaurants. he'd put his everything into a homecooked, candlelit meal, paired with an elaborate set-up and a verbalized list of reasons why you'll always be his.

while price would be fine without a date, that won’t get him to admit his guilty pleasure of receiving chocolates and paper cards from his loved ones.

—

alejandro vargas is an enthusiastic date; he'd want to do anything he could to make the day special, continuing to shower you with his usual displays of affection—today just gives him the excuse to go all out with a vibrant ramo buchón, and a night on the town.

on the other end of the spectrum, ale would feign ignorance of the holiday altogether. in reality, he's just as quick to buy novelty candies when they go on sale.

—

rodolfo parra would be the prepared partner; everything had been planned out in advance. expect the gift of something you made an off-comment about, like...months ago...coupled with a playlist burned into a cd—he's just old-fashioned that way.

without a date, rudy could be found content, going about his day like he would the rest of the year. he wouldn't be ashamed to admit the beauty in it all, though.

—

valeria garza would be your passionate valentine; gift-giving out the ass with this one. she'd present jewelry in particular, adorning you in extravagant stones set in by her affection.

if valentine's day is spent alone, valeria wouldn't hesitate to splurge on herself instead. they say "money can't buy happiness," but she is proof of how wrong that is.

—

alex keller, the pleaser; he lives to see that smile on your face. expect breakfast in bed with blueberry waffles—a touch of his personal favorite—before some scheduled cuddling. he'd want to make it special for you both, eager to go with the flow as you spend the day together.

with no valentine, alex would remain a good sport about it. if anything, he'd be happy to know that those around him are simply having a good time.

—

farah karim being the blatant romantic; she'd present her whole heart to you and carry yours diligently in return. valentine's day would be the day to slow down and reconnect—allowing the world to go by so she can focus on her main orbit.

in the case that farah spends the holiday single, trust that she'd spend it indulging in her own company. the romance media would be a choice, all tied in with the self-care she'd never lose sight of.

—

phillip graves is a secret sap; sure, he'd believe that valetine's day is typical capitalism, but boy does he just love the look on your face when he spoils you rotten. "here's the card, darlin'. you know the pin."

an eye roll is to be expected from graves when hearing the stories from the couples in his life. he would go about the holiday unaffected otherwise.

—

nikolai can't help but be dramatic; not so much as to make a fuss about the holiday, but adding a little—okay, a lot of—flair to a typical day of being his partner. good luck making it through the day without his hands being somewhere on you, too.

being single on v-day wouldn't be a big deal to nik. if anything, it would give him the perfect reason to be as unserious as possible with those around him. "get a room, lovebugs!"

—

kate laswell is begrudgingly romantic; folding at the simple things and not looking for the theatrics. expect to kick it back to the basics, to be reminded of why you carry that ring on your pretty little finger in the first place.

if laswell is to be alone for the holiday, she'd make it work. "it is what it is,"—not taking away from her focus on any other daily activities.

ramo buchón - a large, extravagant bouquet.

© 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐆 || 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 / 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 / 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞.

#sunthug writing #call of duty headcanons #call of duty x reader #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #cod ghosts #cod x reader #task force 141 #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #valeria garza #alex keller #farah karim #phillip graves #nikolai cod #kate laswell #valentines day #call of duty mwii #call of duty mwiii

[blossom-works]

Home for My Heart: It’s Not What it Looks Like!

“Hey Ethan, do you know where your brother is?”

Your little brother (despite him being taller) shakes his head “no”. Frowning, you thank him and continue with your search. 

Kylian had an award show to attend and he invited you to come to the after party with him. Every now and then you would attend these parties with him. Parties were never really your thing, but you do enjoy them in small amounts. Plus, the paparazzi would be there and expose your relationship. You do not want to be labeled “Kylian Mbappe’s rando woman 20XX”. 

Most of the time you and Kylian stuck to each other, but sometimes find yourselves on the other side of the room. When this happens, Kylian is having fun with his friends and you are talking with yours. Thankfully, everyone who knows about your relationship also keeps is a secret. They understood that Kylian does not want you to be shoved into the spotlight. They may take photos of either of you, or the two of you together, but they never post them. If anyone who does not know asks who you are, you try to come up with a white lie. Most of the time your friends will cover for you. Telling that person that you are with them. 

“¡Ey! ¿Adónde vas?“ Pilar yells out to you. Despite her being twice your age, you two are good friends. You two do not hand around often, but you tend to check in on each other every so often. There have been times where you and Pilar will set a day aside for a little in-person catch up. Since Sergio and Kylian play for Spanish teams, you and Kylian hang out with the Ramos family.  Hey! Where are you going?

“¡Estoy buscando a Kylian! Él tiene mi teléfono.” I'm looking for Kylian! He has my phone.

Pilar beckons you over to her. “That can wait. I want to introduce you to someone!”

Looking around, you try to spot your boyfriend. With no luck, you decide that your search can wait a couple of minutes. Pilar looks really eager to introduce someone to you, but you have not called your parents this week. At least once a week you call them to ask how they are doing. You will ask how your siblings and their families are doing. Sometimes your mom will gossip to you. You also ask if they need anything, financial wise. When you and Kylian got serious-serious, he told you that he wants to take care of your parents. The only thing is, your parents hate taking money from anybody. Somehow Kylian got them to agree that if they need help, financial or otherwise, Kylian would be the first person they should call. 

Ethan excuses himself from his friends to go look for his brother for you. When you first met the Mbappe family, it took some time for Ethan to warm up to you and vice versa. It was not because he did not like you, he just did not know you. When you both got to know each other, it was game over. You and Ethan became the best of friends. You became an older sister to him and Ethan became the little brother you did not know you needed. It helps that there is a two year age difference so finding common ground is not hard. Plus, you tag-team in teasing Kylian. Ethan plays for another team in a different country, but you always try to watch his match via in-person or on TV. 

While you are talking to Pilar, a hand comes from behind you and plants itself on your waist. 

“Hey, bébé.” Kylian greets with a kiss to your temple. 

“Where’ve you been? I was looking for you.”

“Désolé, j'étais à l'étage avec certains de mes coéquipiers.” Sorry, I was upstairs with some of my teammates.

“Do you still have my phone with you? I have to call my parents.”

“Oh, yeah, yeah.” Kylian digs into his pockets and takes the device out. You and thank him and try to find a quite area to call your parents. While seeking a suitable place, you noted how sweaty Kylian’s forehead is. He and his buddies were probably just partying hard. Kylian deserves to let go for a night since he works so hard in his career. Tonight, your boyfriend can just let loose and be a normal person. 

The first time Kylian brought you to one of these parties, he did not let you out of his sight. He knew that you were not a party-person, and since you did not know anyone at the time, Kylian felt more comfortable with you by his side. He introduced you to a couple of his friends and their partners if they brought them. Slowly, the more you came around, the more relaxed you got. Kylian still checks in on you when he can though. He knows that these parties can get a little out of hand. 

Most of the parties you went to before you moved to Spain were with close friends and family. There were times where you did go out and club with friends, buy you never danced and limited yourself to one or two drinks a night. Most of the time you were the shepherd herding your little sheep. It was not that you were a party-pooper, you just like being the responsible one. If you truly wanted to let loose, you would do it at home with friends. You would rather do something stupid in the safety of a familiar environment and with people you trust, than do something stupid in a random building with people you will never see or meet again. 

Two Days Later:

Your job at the hospital is a good one. As a child life specialist, you job is to break down medical terms and procedures to younger children. You have had to get creative in your explanations. Sometimes you will even need to get a diagram as a visual aid. Another aspect of your job is to keep the children entertained when no one else is able to. 

It gets stressful at times, but it makes the child less scared of the unknown. Plus, you take some of the burden off the parents. There have been times where a child unfortunately does not survive the procedure or treatment. Those are the days where you go home with red eyes. You have a journal of all your patient's names, reason for hospitalization, likes and dislikes, hobbies, and for some, death date. 

You wanted this job because your cousin used to be hospitalized when you were younger. He had heart complications and had to stay at the hospital for a long period of time. You remember visiting him with your family and there was always a lady lurking around. Not in a creepy way, but in a way where people know she cares. Sometimes she would bring you treats during your visits. When you cousin got better and was able to leave the hospital, he gave the lade a small cake in appreciation for everything she had done for him. 

To see her try to make your cousin laugh or smile was a pleasure to witness. The way she explained things were awesome too. She always knew what to say and how to make it make sense to a child. Since you were in high school, you knew you wanted to be like her. So, you did everything you could to do that. 

Whenever it is time for one of Kylian’s games, there are screens of children who are hospitalized. Kylian would often ask you for advice to brighten their day (not like he needed to. Almost all of those kids are happy just to be acknowledged by the footballers). He even joked that if you teach him, he could one day help find a cure for their illnesses. You remember telling him, “I know I work in a hospital, but that doesn’t mean I know medical terms. Shit. I have to ask doctors to help me do my job.”

As you sit in your desk chair, you co-worker comes running in. She loudly shuts the door and locks it. 

“¿Has estado en tu teléfono?” Have you been on your phone?

“No. No he podido encontrar un descanso hasta ahora. ¿Lo que está sucediendo?” You give her a weird look. No. I haven't been able to find a break until now. What's happening?

Your Spanish was semi-fluent but since you started living in Spain, it has gotten better. Your French on the other hand is alright. Since meeting, Kylian has been helping you read, write, and speak his mother-tongue. 

Your friend pulls out her phone and shoves it in your face. A little annoyed at her action, you snatch the phone out her hand and look at whatever it is that has gotten her this frantic. On the screen is a picture of Kylian on a yacht with a woman in an intimate pose. The headline: “Kylian Mbappe back together with Emma Smet?”

Oh, hell no...

One Hour later:

“Kylian Mbappe Lottin! You get your ass over here!”

No noise comes from the penthouse. You told you boss that you had an emergency in order to leave work early. You have no idea how you did not get a ticket for speeding. 

You throw your bag to the nearest surface and start tearing the place apart. The entire penthouse looks like a tornado has come through as a result of you searching for the Frenchman. After finding no one else present, you plop yourself on the couch in tears. You wonder what the hell went wrong between you and Kylian. It feels like hours before you hear the front door open.

Not wanting to look back, in the most aggressive tone you can muster, you greet the Frenchman. 

“Where the fuck have you been?”

Kylian does not answer you, which only makes you more mad. 

Whipping around you say, “I asked-”

Just behind him you spot a head of dirty blonde hair. Her eyes are wide and slightly frightened. Like a child when their parent caught them doing something wrong. Emma Smet is in your home. Holding hands with Kylian. 

“Just what the fuck-!”

---

Your eyes snap open and grabbing the pillow from under your head, you slam is against Kylian’s head. Your throw is hard enough to make Kylian wake up in a panic. His eyes land on you hold your pillow in the air, and your angry face. It takes him a couple of seconds to register what had just happened. 

“Bébé! C'était pour quoi ça !” Baby! What was that for!

“You cheated on me in my dream!”

In disbelief Kylian defends himself. “How is that my fault?”

“You cheated on me with Emma!”

“What?” Kylian has no idea how to handle this situation. His brain is still groggy from sleep. He has heard about women getting mad at their boyfriends or husbands because of these dreams. Kylian never thought it would happen to you, and damn, he underestimated a pillow’s force of nature. The left side of his face is throbbing. 

“And how dare you date other women before me!”

“Quoi!” Kylian’s eyes blow wide. What!

In a huff you took your deadly pillow and yanked the comforter off Kylian and marched downstairs to the couch. Like a child throwing a tantrum, you throw yourself on the couch and cross your arms while you lay down. Your brows are furrowed so hard that may be lucky if you do not wake up with permanent wrinkles. Alone and cold, Kylian is still trying process the not-so-really argument that had just happened. Shaking his head in amazement and slight annoyance, he grumbles out of bed and tracks you down. Feeling a little vengeful, Kylian lays his full body weight on top of you. 

“Get off me!”

Kylian tells you “no” while snuggling up to you through the comforter. His head is directly on your head, to which he nuzzles it. You truly feel like someone whose dog keeps moving around in the middle of the night. You try your best to throw Kylian off you, but to no avail. The man is just too damn heavy for you, and it does not help that your crossed arms are trapped between your body and the couch. 

“Kylian! Get. Off.”

“Non.”

Huffing, you start to wiggle your body side-to-side in hopes that your boyfriend will slip of you. No matter how hard you wiggle, the man just would not fall off. If anything, it feels like he is putting more of his weight on you, which you have no idea how that is possible. Giving up, you lay on the couch, completely still. 

“Are you done with your tantrum, petit? - Ah, traitement silencieux, hein?” Silent treatment, huh?

Copying your previous actions, Kylian sways his body side-to-side. His attempt works because not only is he on top of you, but he weights more than you. You groan as a way to tell him to stop, but it only encourages your boyfriend to continue. Knowing you cannot do anything, you just lay there with your arms still crossed. When Kylian finally decided to stop annoying you, he asks if you “forgive him for cheating on you in your dreams”. Kylian emphasizes the “your” part. 

Still throwing a bit of a tantrum, you quickly turn your head to the side to the point where Kylian worries you will get whiplash. “Non.”

In disbelief for another time tonight, he demands to know why you are so adamant on being mad at him. 

Pushing yourself off the couch, you sit with all your limbs crossed. “You cheated on me with your ex!”

“In your dreams you doofus.” The annoyance Kylian felt is now gone. He is fully amused at your child-like behavior and misplaced anger. The thing about Kylian is that he does not stay mad for long. Most of the times he will just laugh or smile things off. Like now. 

“You still did it!”

Now, you know how much you are overexaggerating, but you still want to be mad at Kylian. It does not hep that Kylian knows you know you are being irrational. And his little wiggle fit did make you feel a little bit better. Kylian copies your posture almost exactly, and to top it off, he lets out a huff. He gets a kick out of watching you roll your eyes. 

“Chérie, you do realize how ridiculous you’re being, right?” How you want to smack that smug smirk off his face. Kylian teases you enough for you to let go of your misplaced anger. Still though, you have your pride. You lay back down on the couch and pull the blanket to your chin. Knowing he won, Kylian scoots behind you and pulls you close to him. 

“Are you done with your temper tantrum now, love?”

“...Shut up.”

#kylian mbappé #Kylian x reader #mbappe x reader #Kylian Mbappé imagine #football #football imagine #x reader #fanfiction #kylian mbappe x reader

[footballffbarbiex]

The Single Parent Series.

Me? In love with the concept of a baby daddy? Always.

Mixed players rather than one series about one player. Enjoy. If this goes well, I'll be happy to take more of these requests.

Darwin Nunez: his little girl loved Darwin's braids and wants her own but he can't do them. A trip to the hairdressers results in a hair style class.

Leon Goretzka: his best friend is the only one who can calm down his toddler and Leon has to admit his feelings when it becomes too much.

Leon Goretzka: Leon finds himself falling for a woman who is part of his daughter's life, but the age gap between them proves to be an issue.

Marco Rose: Marco is stressing over his daughter's ballet recital and so in comes the bestie to help him stop stressing.

Marco Rose: Moving back to Leipzig, Marco finds out that his child's favourite teacher just so happens to be an old flame.

Marco Rose: they become friends at the school gates and their children begin to have play dates at one another's house.

Marco Rose: very guarded following a messy divorce and she shows him that he's also very much a man and needs to think of himself too.

Mario Hermoso: best friends and she's there when he needs her the most

Mario Hermoso: Meeting at parent and toddler group.

Mason Mount: after becoming a single dad following a one night stand, Mason's best friend takes part of the hardship and helps to raise the little one.

Mason Mount: your child calls Mason daddy for the first time and even though you're not together, it makes Mason burst with pride.

Mats Hummels: his child comes home from school with news of a school bake sale but Mats cannot bake. Thankfully for him, his best friend is a pastry chef and she can bake.

Oscar Mingueza: he's on a first date when he gets a call to say his babysitter is having to leave due to a family emergency. His date doesn't want to cut it short and is happy to go babysitting.

Ruben Dias: Ruben likes his daughter's ballet teacher but the feelings aren't reciprocated…or are they?

Sergio Ramos: she's Sergio's coach's daughter and when he has childcare issues and has to bring his child to training, she steps up to help with homework.

Trent Alexander-Arnold: she doesn't follow football and has no idea how who he is, and has no idea that he has a child until she hears the little one calling Trent daddy.

#darwin nunez x reader #darwin nunez imagine #leon goretzka x reader #leon goretzka imagine #marco rose x reader #marco rose imagine #mario hermoso x reader #mario hermoso imagine #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #mats hummels x reader #mats hummels imagine #oscar mingueza x reader #oscar mingueza imagine #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #sergio ramos x reader #sergio ramos imagine #trent alexander-arnold x reader #trent alexander-arnold imagine #football imagine #football one shot #footballer imagine #footballer one shot #football blurb #football fanfiction #football fanfic #footballer fanfiction

[nanaloveswo-men]

Can u write one for ramos where he comes home after a long day and his wife just comforts him and they just like stay in bed cuddling JSHCJFHUWCISJJDH IDEK WHAT IM ASKING THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IVE ASKED FOR A REQUEST 😭😭

handsome man - sergio ramos

pairing: husband sergio ramos x fem!wife!reader

summary: after a long day at work, sergio was finally at home, only wanting his sweet wife company.

warnings: fluffy and a little suggestive, nothing explicit

author notes: I WAS WAITING FOR THIS. THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST. I LOVE RAMOS

word count: 1,1k

“i only like to be sweet with you”

Paris was rainy, the sky almost as gray as the color itself. You didn’t have any work, because for some miracle, your boss had given you a couple of days off, so of course you were enjoying your little vacation, in the best way best possible. 

You were peacefully laying in bed, watching the new season of your favorite netflix series, almost sleeping in the pillow-nest you had made. Now, the tv noises were nothing more than a background sound for your sleepy mind. 

The hours passed flying, and you didn’t even notice when your husband had finally arrived at home, his car brutally parking in your house’s carage.

Sergio was mad, unfortunely, his day was horrible, from the beggining of the day, when he had woken up without you by his side, to the rest of it, when everyone on the psg team were seeing to be trying to get the fuck out of him. 

He was stressed. The only thing Ramos needed now, was to have you, his wife, in his arms.

He entered the house, and the first thing he noticed, was the silence. Usually, when he came to home, you were always waiting for him with a sweet smile.”That’s weird” he said to himself looking around.

When he didn’t find you anywhere, Sergio went to you guys bedroom, hoping that he could see you there. Ramos opened the door, and a smile quickly grew into his face when he saw your sleep figure laying in bed. The tv was turned on, your series still going through, and Sergio was quick to pause it, so you wouldn’t miss any part.

Ramos decided to take a shower before going to bed, because he didn’t want to be next to you when he was covered in sweat. Before entering the bathroom, he came closer to you, letting a kiss on the side of your mouth.

You woke up with the sound of the shower on, your sleepy mind  taking some time before realsing that Sergio was already at home. You streched your arms and back before getting out of bed, heading straigh to the bathroom.

“Honey?” you called for him knocking on the door. 

Not even a minute after, the door was open, and a half naked Sergio was showed to you. He was still a little wet, and you presumed that he had only put his boxer on before opening the door.

“Hey babe, what is in your mind?” Ramos asked when he noticed your silence “Nothing, only thinking about you” you answered hugging him, not even caring about his wet body.

“Missed you the whole day, love” he mumbled next to the top of your head. “Sorry, I didn’t heard when you arrived” you excused yourself “But you should have woken me up”.

You looked right into his eyes, but Sergio was already staring at you.

“Nah, you were so pretty sleeping, I couldn’t do that to your cute ass” he said smiling. “But i wanted to shower with you” you puckered your lips “Sorry babe, I didn’t know about your horn intentions” he kissed your mouth.

You tried to get out of his embrance, to defend yourself from his accusation, but Sergio didn’t let you go, so you started to laugh.

“I didn’t have any intention! Let me be free!” he was holding you tightly. “No, I had an awful day, and now I really need my wife to comfort me”.

“I don’t think that I want to comfort you” you teased him “Oh no, I really think you want to” he said with a smirk.

You two shared a sweet kiss, your husband’s hands carissing your cheeks with love.

“Being with a bunch of men the whole day made me miss you more than ever” he said when you stopped the kiss “Everyday you say this” you smirked “Because everyday i only miss you more and more” he pecked your whole face.

The room was filled with both of your laughs, you two walking in the bed direction, still in a tight hug.

“You’re such a pain in the ass Sergio” you said when he was finally laying on top of you. 

Ramos took adventage of the position you two were in, putting his head on your chest and passing his arms around your body. You couldn’t do many things with Sergio’s body on top of yours, so you were happy to just run your fingers through his hair.

“Bad day?” you whispered. “Yeah, also a long one” he said back.

Both of you stayed in silence for a moment, just cuddling and enjoying the presence of each other. You were looking at your husband’s face, admiring how handsome he was. 

Sometimes, you would caught yourself thinking about how luck you were for having such an incredible husband like Sergio, but what you didn’t know, was that very often, Ramos would think the same, how someone like him, could have such a perfect wife. In the end, both of you were simple in love.

“You are so handsome my love” you said with your eyes shining “That’s funny, because I was thinking the same of you” he looked right at you.

You couldn’t help but smile, in all those years you were with Ramos, he had always treated you with nothing but love and kindness.

“I wonder what people would think if they saw you like says” you hummed “Like what?” he asked resting his face in the corner of your neck.

“Like a baby” Sergio pinched the side of your waist “Wait! Let me explain!” you giggled with his actions. “I’m listening, but you should be careful with your words, love” he teased.

“Well, everyone is used to see you like a beast on the shields, but they don’t know that you are actually a sweet boy” you tried to explain without smiling. “Oh shut up, i have to scare my enimies” he tried to defend himself “And i like to be know as a beast” he said proud.

“I only like to be sweet with you” 

“C’mon babe, you are so cute!” you said almost dying from happiness. You got his head with you hands, pecking his whole face with a bunch of kisses. “I love you so much!” 

“I love you too honey” he answer smiling at you.

You went back to the same position you were, with Sergio on top of you, his head on your chest, and now, your hands were carissing not only his hair, but his also his face and neck. 

After a long and stressful day, Ramos was finally in a good mode, nothing could be better than his wife company.

#sergio ramos fic #sergio ramos x reader #sergio ramos #sergio ramos fluff #sergio ramos imagine #football blurb #football imagine #football fluff

[bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls]

i know you’ve watched schmigadoon, and listened to hamilton, but what are your thoughts on other musicals, and musicals/musical theatre as a whole? yay or nay? favorites?

Well first, I’ve never stepped foot in a theater… so the closest I’ve come to seeing musical theater as it’s intended to be seen was Disney’s Hamilton performance. And maybe Norman Jewison’s Jesus Christ Superstar, which is more of a stage production in spirit than it is a movie.

There are a couple Original Cast Recordings that I adore: Jesus Christ Superstar and Phantom of the Opera, both of which I owned on CD and played incessantly back around 1989/1990.

(I discovered Phantom via a televised pairs figure skating performance —they skated to “Music of the Night”— which in turn led me to buy three Michael Crawford Sings Broadway CDs, and that introduced me to Sondheim and a few other things.)

With that said, I’ve enjoyed lots of movie musicals, many of which are based on stage productions.

Given my age, it should be obvious that the first musical I saw was Grease. And among the movies on this list, it’s the one I’ve seen the most, and most recently… I rewatched it a year or two ago. (Along with Grease 2, about which the less said, the better. Michelle Pfeiffer looks annoyed to be in it.) That soundtrack was burned into my brain by 1970s radio DJs, so I’m quite fond of it, including the Barry Gibb/Frankie Valli original that plays over the credits.

Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory was a particular favorite —then and now— but I don’t really think of it as a musical. The songs are catchy, but they feel tacked on, and the Oompa Loompas get the best one.

Okay, this one is embarrassing, but… so be it. When I was ten, I owned the Xanadu soundtrack. On vinyl and 8-track. I loved every single song… ELO and Olivia Newton-John could do no wrong in my eyes. Then, years later, I finally saw the movie. And… yup, I’ve seen that. Definitely saw… that.

Give My Regards To Broad Street isn’t a good movie in any conventional sense, but… Paul McCartney. That’s all it takes, if you ask me.

We watched Little Shop of Horrors on the stream a year or two ago, and I still thoroughly enjoy it. “Suddenly, Seymour”, “Dentist!”, “Somewhere That’s Green”, and “Feed Me” are all delightfully infectious… I can’t help singing along. Best Rick Moranis movie ever, too.

The Rocky Horror Picture Show is another one we watched on-stream. I was never a joiner or a cosplayer, so I didn’t get into the participatory experience that is Rocky Horror, but I’ve watched it a few times now under more sedate circumstances. There are a few solid songs in there, but “Time Warp” is my favorite, simply because the 1980s music video show Night Flight —with Nina Blackwood!— used to play it almost every week.

Moulin Rouge is a delight, and it features a song written by my all-time favorite singer-songwriter, David Baerwald: “Come What May”. Although he personally considers it a sell-out… if you know any of his work, it’s clear that the “love can conquer anything” idea behind the song is antithetical to his whole oeuvre. But I love it anyway.

I enjoyed Into The Woods quite a lot —creepy Johnny Depp is the best Johnny Depp— but I’ve only seen it once, so it didn’t make a massive impression on me.

In The Heights was… fine. Perhaps the strangest thing about it is that John Chu’s visuals are more interesting than LMM’s songs… which are better than Moana’s, but don’t approach the, er, heights of Hamilton or Encanto. Anthony Ramos is great, though.

Spielberg’s West Side Story was another film that I basically enjoyed, but it’s one of those things that are so thoroughly baked into the culture —like Animal House— that you feel like you’ve already seen it, even when you haven’t. I probably should have opted for the Rita Moreno version.

Tumblr is being an asshole and limiting me to 10 GIFs, so I’ll follow this up with another post… I’ve got at least another ten to go.

[greenorangevioletgrass]

hi for the song blurb week for the actress and the aviator, i am a whore for anthony ramos so hit me with one more hour please 🙏🏾🙏🏾

bro anthony's cute af and the first album SLAPS! hope you enjoy, and please reblog if you like it! &lt;3

warnings: language, a lot of banter, fluff, smut [dirty talk, cockwarming, penetrative sex], they're idiots in love and NOT on a date ur honor <3

***

Rooster doesn’t like thunderstorms. It reminds him of shitty flights (if he’s even cleared to fly at all), and as much as he hates it, puts a real dampener on his mood.

Although tonight is a little different.

Sure, outside, it’s just like any thunderstorms hitting San Diego at the end of the year. But within the confines of his apartment, the girl sprawled out naked on all fours in bed, taking all of his cock inside her, makes it just a little nicer.

“Is the rain making you mellow or something?” you sass him over your shoulder. “Don’t slow down!”

He flips you onto your back, a playful smile blooming from under his mustache. Only you can look commanding even when you’re caged underneath him, your tits in full view.

“Oh, we’re in a jackhammering mood, are we?”

You grimace at his unappetizing choice of words. “Not how I’d put it, but if it makes you get a move on…” you wrap your legs around his waist, not-so-subtly pulling him closer.

“See, I don’t like that. I won’t stand for your peer-pressure,” he declares matter-of-factly, surprisingly unfazed by your… distractions, considering how the tip of his cock sits snugly at your entrance.

“Oh, fuck off!”

“And now you’re bullying me! You know what?” he bottoms out inside you once again, and fuck does it feel good. The air is heavier, and his voice drops just a little lower, but he continues, “I might just stay here and… not move at all.”

“Really? Like a sit-in protest?”

“Exactly. Like a sit-in protest.”

You shoot him a sarcastic look. “You seriously think you can put your dick inside me and not do anything about it?”

In that moment, he feels you clench around him—and fuck, you must’ve noticed it in his face. How his breath stutters for a second. And if he wasn’t such a prideful fella, he would’ve admitted defeat a long time ago.

“Well, you might be the best pussy I’ve ever had, but I’m also incredibly patient…” he pins your wrists down on the mattress with one hand, his lips nearly grazing yours, “...and extremely petty.”

He kisses you deeply, hoping to God or whoever’s listening that you somehow didn’t hear the throwaway compliment that slipped out of his mouth. But the way you chuckle into his lips indicates that you certainly heard him.

“Aw, Roo-Roo! I’m so flattered,” you coo. “And you are… solidly in the upper-mid tier of all the dicks I’ve had.”

He gasps, scandalized. And with that, he begins thrusting in and out of you to make a point. “I’ll show you upper-mid tier dick.”

Rooster may be incredibly patient and extremely petty, but you’re also deceivingly smart and strategic in getting what you want. It makes sex and everything around it so much fun that he almost… doesn’t want it to end.

And as the thunderstorm rages on outside, there seems to be no sign of it ending.

“I’m starving,” you announce from the bathroom, reemerging in his old Academy t-shirt. “Do you have anything to eat?”

“Your pussy?”

You flip him the bird and saunters out of his room.

When he does put on pants and follow you out, you’re already milling around his kitchen like you know your way around. Grabbing ingredients from the fridge and putting pans on the stove. It’s a pretty cute sight, seeing you in his clothes, making grilled cheese in his kitchen. And as he moves to set the plates on his coffee table and put on a movie, it feels… awfully natural.

Domestic.

Lovely.

“So, uh, I know the weather’s been… less than ideal,” he pipes up somewhat gingerly, “But it’s been a nice date so far.”

“What?” You’ve never whipped your head so fast, and it never fails to amuse him how flustered you get whenever he brings this up —and he brings this up every time now. “No! This is not a date. No dates until we wrap, remember?”

“Right…” he drawls out, taking the last bite of his grilled cheese. “This whole ‘dinner-and-a-movie’ thing… not a date. Got it.”

“That part’s unplanned. I only came here to get laid.”

“Mm, and how’s that going for you?”

“I told you. Upper-mid tier dick —ow!” you yelp, squirming away as he tries to pinch your sides. You frantically try to swat him away as it turns into a tickle fight, “Get away from me!”

It’s nice that the whole ‘no-dating-until-we-finish-filming’ has become an inside joke between you, having been brought up often enough that it stops being the elephant in the room. The fact that the wrap date is approaching pretty quickly actually makes him —and unbeknownst to him, you— excited more than scared.

“How is it still raining at this hour? I need to get home!” you groan, glancing at the clock, trying to divert the attention from the fact that you lost the tickle fight.

And without batting an eye, he just shrugs, “Just stay over.”

“What?” It’s simply something you don’t do —at least, not on purpose. Work starts really early, and you really don’t want to explain to your PA why they’re picking you up at Lieutenant Bradshaw’s apartment instead of your own.

“You’ve already made yourself comfortable in my shirt. Might as well,” which is really just his way of saying, I’m actually having a really good time and I don’t want this to end just yet.

And it never ceases to amaze you how disarming he is, and how easily you get lulled into his charms. You really should tread carefully. “You sure?”

“Good thing this isn’t a date, right? Otherwise it would’ve been so awkward.”

You flip him the bird and he pokes his fingers to your sides again, as if trapping you underneath him like this would make you stay. As if you need any persuasion to stay.

#the actress & the aviator #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x actress!reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster imagine #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw smut #rooster smut #ava writes

[theparkerpapers]

"I'm so thrilled to be writing Spidey again, and the fact that I get to write both Spideys, together, makes the gig doubly sweet," Weisman shared. "It's fun for me, because in this book, I see the younger Miles trying really hard to show his maturity to his mentor Peter, while the older Pete feels free to let out his inner 16-year-old with Miles. So there's a bit of role reversal to the normal mentor-protege relationship than one might expect to see." "But I think both Pete and Miles still feel very true to character," he continued. "And when things get serious, so do our boys (quippage notwithstanding). What we're seeing here is the evolution from mentor and protegee to them simply being good friends. And that change of status (in process, as it is) really interests me as a writer. Oh, and Humberto's art is so damn gorgeous." "From a very young age, my goal was to draw Spider-Man for Marvel Comics, and now that it has become a recurring reality in my life, I enjoy every occasion in which I am called to do so, or as I like to say 'come back home,' and I could not ask for a better way to do that than alongside Greg Weisman who gave us the greatest Spider-Man TV series!" Ramos said. "Not only that, but in this book, I not only have the joy of drawing not one but two Spider-Mans. Drawing Peter's adventures was exciting enough, I can only imagine how it will be drawing both Peter and Miles’ adventures! I love my job!"

#comics #spectacular spider-men #Greg Weisman #Humberto Ramos #Peter Parker #Miles Morales

[daughter-of-melpomene]

For the faceclaim and fandom ask game: Ariana DeBose + M*A*S*H, please??

@dancingsunflowers-ocs ✨💛✨

Alexandra, you have officially contributed to the birth of an actual new OC that I’m gonna do something with, thank you so much!! <3

NAME: Sophia Ramos.

LOVE INTEREST: Father Francis Mulcahy.

SUMMARY: When Sophia had first signed up to be part of the USO, one of the many pretty girls singing and dancing on tiny stages to give the brave boys fighting in Korea some much-needed cheering up, she couldn't have imagined wanting to do anything else. After all, she'd been trying to get in as a chorus girl on Broadway for years, but as a poor kid from Washington Heights, she figured working in the USO would be the closest she could get. But when the Army sends out a call for more nurses for their M*A*S*H units, Sophia decides to do some good that doesn't involve singing the same old tired standards, putting the hours she'd spent watching her tía work as a nurse to good use by volunteering to become one herself. But nothing in the world could prepare her for what she experiences when she's assigned to the 4077th - two chaotic doctors who love nothing more than getting a rise out of their stuck-up bunkmate, a bumbling commanding officer who usually leaves his psychic clerk to run the camp, a corpsman whose taste in dresses is almost as good as hers... and a sweet chaplain with cute glasses and a sweet smile, who brightens up Sophia's world in ways she'd never imagined could be done.

OTHER INFO:

Yes, yes, I know, forgive me Father, for I have sinned... but it's Mulcahy!!

Anyways, Sophia only comes in at the start of season three and it there for the rest of the show, and I can only imagine that she'd be a fan fave (in the modern fandom, anyway), if she were canon.

She becomes besties with Margaret right away, to the shock of pretty much everyone; they enjoy talking about skin care routines and how stupid men can be together, and Sophia is often a buffer between Margaret and the other nurses when they disagree.

Also definitely besties with Klinger; they swap dresses and accessories all the time, since Sophia's always in one of her dresses when she doesn't have to be in uniform, and Sophia always sticks up for him when Frank gets on about him being "sick" or "a pervert".

Obviously she can Mulcahy keep their relationship very secret, and there's a lot of feeling bad about it on both sides, but they're honestly perfect for each other! They bring out the best in each other, and since Sophia is an asexual bean who nonetheless is used to men fawning over her and wanting to "have some fun" with her because of how she looks and dresses, it's really nice for her to be with someone who doesn't expect that at all.

send me a fandom + faceclaim and i'll make an oc!!

(Also gonna tag @eddysocs since she also has a Father Mulcahy OC!)

#asks about my ocs #oc: sophia ramos

[sasuhinasno1fan]

Bouquet for you always - SasuHina Month Day 14

So inspired by a prompt I saw about a performer always being surprised with flowers by the SO after each performance and my idea for a Naruto Tokyo Mew Mew AU based involving Hinata and Sasuke in the same orchestra, we get this. Maybe one day I'll actually write that au.

“Bouquets” | “Ramos de flores”

“Enjoying a story together” | “Disfrutando de una     historia juntos”

“Come on!” Sasuke demanded, dragging his brother through the crowd. The Junior Symphony Orchestra - Wind Division had just finished their concert, rounding out the separate divisions before the big final concert with the whole Symphony. The amount of people who came to see the Wind Division should have scared Sasuke with the thought of what the crowd will be coming the final concert, but he didn’t care. Right now, the only that mattered was a certain flute player. He finally spotted the familiar white bow with a strip of black through it he remembered when he saw her earlier. “Hinata! Itachi, hurry up!”

“Stop tugging me.” his older brother scolded, still following his younger brother, bowing his head to the adults with Hinata, the eldest of the Hyuuga daughters. Hanabi seemed to already be over everything, sitting on the floor, ignoring orders to get up.

“Hi Sasuke.” Hinata’s shy smile seemed brighter at the sight of the young Uchiha. She clutched her flute’s case tightly, much like Sasuke would hold onto his violin case in crowds.

“You were really good. I was able to pick you out from the rest of them. You’ll get first chair by next season, I know it.”

Her face got red. “I hope so.”

“I have something for you!” he turned, tugging on his brother’s shirt despite Itachi following the conversation. He was going to need a lecture about not pulling on clothes. He handed the flowers over, watching Sasuke turn and hold them out for Hinata. The boy had made them spend a near hour in the flower shop choosing the perfect bouquet.

“They’re so pretty!” uncharacteristically shoving her case to her father, she accepted the flowers, the size near dwarfing her face, but the smile was pretty much bigger.

“My mom said performers always need flowers after a show. So, I’ll always get you flowers. Promise.”

Itachi sighed. Great, more hours at the flower shop. But Hinata’s excited smile made it worth it.

                                                   _____________

“Hang on.” Sasuke called to Sakura and Naruto as he spotted a flower shop. He ducked inside, nodding to the shop associate, who stayed behind the desk checking something over on a clipboard. He ignored the sound of the bell ringing as he walked through the store, hoping something would catch his eye.

“Since when were you interested in flowers?” Naruto asked, looking over his shoulder. Sakura was nearby trying not to eavesdrop. It was taking her a while to still get over him romantically but he hoped she’d get over it soon. He hated being so awkward and overly careful with his words towards one of his closest friends.

“I need a bouquet for my performance tomorrow.”

“You’re pre-buying flowers for yourself?”

Sasuke rolled his eyes. “They’re not for me. It’s for someone else. I won’t have time to get them tomorrow, we’re in rehearsal for hours before the performance.”

He’d gotten so many flowers over the years for each performance, he felt like he'd given her every flower possible.

“Girls don’t want flowers. They want bread.”

Sakura scoffed as Sasuke glared at him. “Where on earth did you hear that? There aren’t many bread products I’d want more than flowers.”

“Besides, I already got her a box of cinnamon buns in place of flowers one time. She liked them but she also shared them with everyone.”

“Oh,” Naruto said, smirking, “so it’s those type of flowers.”

Sakura shoved him away, shooing him off. “Go somewhere else! Disappear.” she turned to Sasuke, who was already tensing for the uncomfortable questions. His feelings for Hinata existed way before he met Sakura, just because he hadn’t acted on them didn’t mean they weren’t real. “Get that look off your face. I’m over you.”

She wasn’t yet but he wasn’t about to insult her by telling her that.

“You should get her something that says how much she’s on your mind. Be it an obvious sign or something more subtle. I’d actually like it if someone got me something with Sakura branches, since they’re so hard to get out of season.”

Hinata’s name meant sunny place and he always thought she was like sunshine whenever she smiled. He’d avoided sunflowers since they died quickly but it fit her. He spotted lavender and made his decision. He turned to Sakura, who like he thought, looked uncomfortable.

“Thanks.”

“She had better love this.”

At least she still cared about his happiness, even if it wasn’t with her.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come?”

“No. I have the tickets to the Red Data Animal exhibit. It’s going on most of the day.  Just…good luck.”

                                          _____________________

“What was his problem?” Ino wondered, dropping herself onto Hinata’s bed. The girls had invited themself over to Hinata’s after she offered Sakura to borrow a dress for her team dinner date with Naruto. They had arrived just as Hinata’s cousin and near brother Neji was leaving. He had his gaze focused in his book, barely saying a word to Hinata other than asking her to move out of the way.

“It doesn’t matter.” Hinata said, picking up a remote and hitting a button, watching the other’s jaws drop as a set of doors slid open and revelled a walk-in closet. “Choose whichever one you want.”

“Holy crap! This place is bigger than my apartment!” Ino cried, getting up and leading Sakura and TenTen inside. Cinna, her Shiba Inu, slipped inside and followed the noise, causing TenTen to cry in glee and beg for her attention. She watched her friends look at the clothes, Sakura paying attention to the dresses until she pulled a pink Silke dress down.

“Would this be appropriate?”

“I wore that to a restaurant opening. The owner’s wife complimented me on it. As long as it’s not too short, I think it’s fine. Take it with you and try it on. If it’s too big, you can text me and I can bring something else.” Hinata promised.

“Thank you!” Sakura slipped it off the hanger, draping the dress over her arm and putting the hanger back when she spotted something. 

Shadowboxes, full of dried bouquets. There were dates and names on them and it took a moment to realize why the names looked familiar. They were orchestra pieces.

“Did you do these?” everyone gathered at the wall that was nearly completely full of the shadowboxes. “Were these for the performances you did with the Symphony Orchestra?”

“Yeah. I got a bouquet after every performance since Juniors.”

“Damn, your parents love you.” Ino said, staring up at all them.

“Oh, no. My parents didn’t give these to me. My…um, well we’re not dating but only because our families are being picky about it. But we perform together. He plays violin First Chair.”

“Is he cute?” Ino asked.

“He has said he wants to date you right? You know guys who aren’t committed will use any excuse.” TenTen warned.

But she didn’t need to worry, Sakura knew that for sure, staring at a familiar looking bouquet of sunflowers and lavender, the next one after being lavender and burgundy roses. She didn’t know meanings, but she knew roses. Sasuke was very committed and the minute his family stopped digging their heels about it - or in all honesty he stopped waiting for their permission - everyone would know how he felt.

#sasuhina month #sasuhinamonth2023 #childhood friends #friends to lovers #minor tokyo mew mew au

[loominggaia]

¿Cómo serían los personajes de drifter hollow en una boda?

Mí aporte:

-linde toma el ramo, y le echa una mirada furtiva a jeimos

(Translated via Google Translate)

"What would drifter hollow characters be like at a wedding? My contribution: -linde takes the bouquet, and takes a furtive look at jeimos"

That's such a cute scenario! Currently in the series, Dr. Che and Philippa are planning to marry in Spring, 6009. So if everything goes smoothly (and the Divine of Hate doesn't screw everything up...) then here's what I think would happen:

Gwyneth and Brogan show up for the free food.

Olof is Che's best friend, so he is chosen as his best man. He tries to take care of his duties while also wrangling Frederick, who is causing all sorts of trouble with Tomato during the ceremony.

Elska is Philippa's maid of honor. She takes this job very seriously and won't tolerate any funny business at this event. She scares the shit out of Frederick and Tomato, and their behavior suddenly straightens out every time she glances at them. As soon as she looks away, they're up to their antics again.

Flora and Azadora are proud to be flower girls.

Ginger is in charge of decorating. She's too busy to notice Itchy getting into the free booze, and he's totally hammered by the time the ceremony starts. He pisses on the cake and pukes on Che's suit. Ginger is mortified and forced to literally drag him out of the event early.

Ginger asked Tomato to keep an eye on Cinnamon, but he's too busy causing trouble with Frederick, so she is now swimming around in the punch bowl unattended.

Evan, Lukas, Alaine, and Balthazaar are working as security for the event. They intercept some satyr revelers stumbling in from the forest, trying to sneak free food and booze.

Jeimos is crying like a baby. Linde is already taking notes and planning her own wedding. She was responsible for making Philippa's dress, and during the ceremony she notices a pin still stuck in it. No one else notices, but it drives Linde insane and she spends the whole wedding trying to discreetly remove it. In the end, she accidentally rips the dress from bottom to top, and the whole thing falls off Philippa, embarrassing her in front of everyone.

Glenvar is responsible for catering. He works his ass off cooking all the food and even bakes the cake, which he claims is the best cake he's ever made. But no one gets to enjoy it, because Itchy pissed on it. Glenvar gets so mad that his blood pressure spikes and he passes out. Of course, Che is the only doctor around, so he's forced to stop everything and attend to Glenvar.

Mr. Ocean got lost on the way there. He goes on his own little adventure and finally shows up after the wedding is over and everyone has left.

Overall the event is absolute chaos. 10/10!

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[dangermousie]

Enjoy Ramo reunited with his fam to soften my rant.

It took 21 eps but I am finally annoyed at this show.

Ugh!!! I was already side-eying how this season switched Ramo from someone who wanted vengeance for his father + to rise in the mob + while enjoying his mob activities to someone who wants vengeance and then retire. Oh, and look at him help orphan teens! And he actually hasn’t done any routine mob work, just stuff in pursuit of his plan - he’s more of a vengeance seeker than a mobster with a side quest.

And then they introduce some sort of freaking patriotic org who wants to take out Cihangir for unspecified reason and enlist Ramo and FUCK WHAT THE FUCK NOW HE IS SAVING MOTHERLAND BY HIS ACTIONS OR SOME IDIOTIC NONSENSE?!

If I wanted to watch Murat Yildirim be a sexy patriot with a gun, I’d just watch Teskilat, thanks. Just because this show has Mustafa Yıldıran in a supporting role doesn’t mean it needs to be Soz Mark 2. I want my TV mobsters to stay mob-centric and to focus on family and revenge and bigger slice of mob pie. Uc Kurus managed as many eps as Ramo (OK, one less) while keeping its mobsters as mobsters. Hell, Cukur managed four excellent seasons (I know you disagree @academyofbrokenhearts​ :P)- 131 freaking eps! - while keeping its theme. 

I want my mobsters to stay mobsters, not to turn into some sort of secret extrajudicial government agents WTF!!! Are they gonna give Ramo a fucking medal by the end? And then they are all “oh your dad was one” WHAT THE FUCK it was so much more compelling when he was a normal farm laborer trying to stand up for his rights and get his fam some food. 

Oh, and they switched Sibel from “I want to protect Ramo and to rule my mob fam” to “my only goal in life is to protect Ramo” because she needs to be whitewashed too and all the women aren’t running around with guns any more and there is no family counsel and those all bugged me like Ramo’s whitewashing but I could cope bu the fucking patriotic org nonsense is too big for me to overlook ARGH 

I mean, the acting is still great and the ship is fire but I am so pissed!

#ramo #turkish tv

[pynkhues]

Were you a Sex in the City fan? I do feel like a show for the girls that are in the early to mid late 20s trying to figure it out. Is kind of missing in the market currently. Anyways if you’ve seen it there was a reboot with a whole new cast. What would your fan cast look like?

I actually watched Sex and the City in its entirety for the first time during the lockdowns, anon! While there are definitely parts of it that have aged badly and is very deserving of criticism, there's a lot that's aged surprisingly well too, and even as a first time viewer, I could see why it was the pop culture juggernaut it was. I really enjoyed watching it! Although maybe not enough to watch And Just Like That, haha (after all, what is Sex and the City without all four women?)

It really does feel like there's a bit of a gap these days in TV when it comes to mid-late 20s/early 30s women figuring life out. I feel like the closest we've had for a while was Broad City and The Bold Type, but even those have both been finished for a while, and are decidedly their own animals in focus, tone and style. While I liked it a lot too, I'd also say that The Bold Type never fully knew where it wanted to sit in terms of audience which really shaped a lot of the components of the story.

But yes! A Sex and the City reboot! I love it when you guys ask me to fancast stuff, haha.

Okay, let's start with Carrie:

I hadn't seen Ashley Park in anything until a few months ago, and have since had the triple hit of seeing her in Joy Ride, Beef and now the new season of Only Murders in the Building, and I just think she's so great. She's so, so charming and funny and I think really nails that complicated mix of high strung but also kind of loose and flirty that Sarah Jessica Parker nailed in Sex and the City. I think she could bring so much to Carrie and add after Joy Ride in particular, I'd love to see her lead something again.

Miranda's kind of a tricky one in some ways - you need someone who can find that middle ground between snark and genuine vulnerability, and I think that's really an area Ritu shines in between The Umbrella Academy and Polite Society. Plus she's delightfully watchable, and I think a role like Miranda could really stretch her skills (especially because I don't think Polite Society let her actually do all that much).

Fun fact: Charlotte's lowkey my fave from Sex and the City. I know a lot of people find her annoying, but I actually think she had one of the most fulfilling arcs on the show (I'm a bit of a sucker for characters who get what they want only to realise it's not what they need), and she also reminds me of a close childhood friend who I don't see as often as I want because we live on opposite ends of the country, haha. I looooved Charithra in Bridgerton, and I think she plays naivety without ignorance, and that sweetness without being saccharine really well. Plus I think she could be a really good balancer between Ashley and Ritu.

Okay okay okay, hear me out: Samantha is supposed to be older than the other girls, and one of the things I think is so ingenious about the original casting of Samantha is how they cast an actress who was basically a jobbing actress who'd worked across TV and genre movies for decades but became famous / a sex symbol for a few roles across raunch comedies. While Jessica doesn't quite have a Porky's on her resume, she comes from a similar background of tv, low budget horror, and a few meatier roles that show she can really act, and I've always had a soft spot for her, and tbh, I think she'd kill it.

The guys aren't as fun, haha, but mmm, I kind of like the thought of John Cho for Mr Big? An older guy with the right amount of suave that you can believe Ashley Park would be on the hook for, and maybe someone like Anthony Ramos for Aidan? I'm less sure about them, haha.

#thank you! #these are always fun to think about haha #it's been so funny seeing ashley park pop up in so many things #she's so much fun #she kind of makes me want to watch emily in paris which is a feat in itself haha #sex and the city #i can't remember how i was tagging these #lets go with: #recastings #welcome to my ama

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nina and 2, 7, 14, and 15 for the ask game! :D

Yee my girl!! So many thoughts

2. When did you start liking them?

I watched House of Anubis on youtube for season 1 (and was happy to find out there'd soon be a season 2 premiere) back in 2011/2012. I rewatched it (s1/s2) last year (and again this year). I can't exactly remember the exact time, I always liked her, but from a more recent stand point, I think my more recent fondness is probably based on how kind and compassionate she is. She immediately took off her school jacket to give to Sarah on the bench outside Anubis house. She's kind, clever, and brave (like Barbie!).

7. A quote you remember of her's

Besides all the funny ones "Hi, I'm Nina, I'm from America!""stop playing with your milk!" "Nothing that a year of counseling won't fix." Any of her more deep quotes or serious quotes "Will you free my friends and my family?" "I trust you." I might edit part of the amswer later because right now the only thing on my mind is the funnier things. Also when she gets her and Fabian out of detention with her French.

14. Favorite storyline

Back in the day, I probably would have said season 2 was my favorite, but now I love both s1 and s2 equally. I really enjoy her relationship with Sarah and her growth into the Chosen One throughout season 1. The search for the cup is iconic. So is the Mask. I enjoyed some of the whole house shenanigans as well (the cameras in s1, keeping Victor up all night in s2 (which was Sibuna business that ended up involving the whole house), confronting Jerome!! About the gem!!!). How she wrote the Mysteries of Anubis and threw some shade on Victor. When she insists on going back into the attic (she knows how to pick locks!!!) despite fear and unease because she wants to be certain about whether she saw someone and out of possible concern about the possibility of Joy actually being up there. "I need it because I'm going back up there tonight. I need to know." "Know what?" "If I saw something up there."

Also any Fabina plotline that is happy because those two are cute and love each other and fit so well together (if they had better communication skills especially!!).

15 least favorite storyline?

Honestly? Whatever mini subplot they had going on between her and Fabian in season 2. It was extremely obvious that they both still had feelings for one another, and even they managed that, but they always got in the way of themselves. Nina choosing to do the web task without Fabian, largely out of anger (but also urgency) was reckless.

Also her leaving in s3. While I appreciate and understand and know it is not my place now nor was it then to be mad about the fact Nathalia Ramos decided to leave the show in order to continue her education, I think they could have chosen a better route out than "the Osirian and the Chosen One can't be together..." when it is the Osirian's job to protect the Chosen One. Could this fact be proven by Rufus growing with Sarah and them being the Osirian and Chosen One respectively and him turning out the way he did? Maybe. But Rufus was power hungry, and seemingly had been that way for most of his adolescent/adult life. I think that wasn't too thought out, perhaps she just decided to stay behind for her Gran. This is less of a Nina problem and more of a behind the scenes cause and effect though.

Thank you!!!

#the mutuals tm #nina martin #asks #house of anubis #aaaah I promise I love Nina (and Fabian) for more than just Fabina

[dimdiamond]

Hi,love your page by the way!although I have always been a fan of tintin myself I didn't know there was a large fandom about it in here or on insta or ..too I'm quite surprised and happy about it,just wanted to know your thoughts oon his last adventure alph art,I wish hergecould've finished it,so what do you think of it?I think it was a pretty good and modern story

Hello 👋 Thank you for your kind words and I'm glad you like my chaotic page 💕 I think you can consider Tintin fandom huge compared to some other smaller but in the grand scale of fandoms we're kinda a quiet corner so enjoy your stay!

OH BOY ALPH ART! Thank you for this question because I do have some thoughts on it!

WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD (for anyone not having read it yet)

The short version: I enjoyed reading it and I consider it part of the canon but no way it's perfect.

The long version:

I'll begin with the things that seem off with me or could be handled better.

First of all Martine. No, I don't dislike her and I don't want her out, god knows how much in need we are in this fandom for female characters. I do see in her a lot of potential and the way she was handled in the end leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. She was reduced to being a fan of Tintin while Tintin didn't show to her any more interest than for the case itself. I would love their dynamic to be developed more as Tintin needs a) girl friends and b) friends around his age and Martine combines them. She herself could be a more active ally for Tintin and co like Bianca is and especially in this case she could shine with her knowledge of the art world or at least volunteer to help with finding more clues. I know these all are random ideas but the main point is that Martine deserved more. And don't let me start with the vague last scene when she asks Tintin to meet her parents (gurl WHY? he showed you the basic level of interest, you can do better) and we never see his answer (that's a huge relief because if the company wanted him to have a girlfriend in the last page of the last album I would revive from the dead Herge himself to finish them off).

The appearances of many characters, although I enjoyed them, seem too random even for the series standards. They kinda enhance the feeling of this is the last album, saying a last goodbye to them, but they could be used a bit more tied to the main plot or the main duo, if it makes sense what I'm saying.

Ramo Nash could have a stronger role as a new secondary but with a key role character. It felt he had a nice build up only to be left aside and in the finale to be shown again.

As you can see my least favourite things of the album are the parts of the story that Herge might have handled differently (according to his notes anyway, which still don't mean anything as many times he tossed away notes in many of his stories) and I may be feeling that way because of my prejudice as I know someone else did the rest of the album. Herge died before finishing it so, in my opinion, there's no point in trying to guess how he would do it or believe he would necessarily do it better- he was a genius in many things but god damn he would sacrifice anything for a good joke.

The things I did like a lot are surprisingly many.

First of all I LOVE how Tintin is handled. Let me explain. This is the last album, Tintin at this point has been through a lot of things and has survived even more and he has already shown his need to live a more peaceful and calmer life at home (after Tibet is too obvious). And what we see from our hero? His signs of PTSD like he's instinct to lay down immediately after a loud sound at the gas station because he thought it was a gunshot while it was just a tire or something. And it's not only that. Before that he ran to Haddock's room because he was scared for the worst. I know these aren't new for Tintin or something unusual but take into consideration that we haven't seen Tintin being falsely in alarm (usually there's a reason to be in tense or he's proven to be right soon after) and most of all WHY? Why are we shown this scene? Was it only for a cheap joke? The rest of the album makes me to doubt that and to seriously consider that if we had a continuation of the series Tintin's new perspective of life and dealing with his trauma would be a recurring theme.

Continuing with Tintin, he is again reluctant to be involved in a new case until he is asked by the gallery owner himself to help. What's even more interesting is not his usual reaction of not a big deal when later he gets in danger and is saved by luck but Haddock's reaction which is more exasperated and direct than ever to his message: next time you may NOT be saved. I feel like at this point Tintin KNOWS he is right, he fully realises this but he DOESN'T KNOW how to stop it. In this adventure he tries his best to take measures while still doing his work as he always did.

My thoughts may sound bonkers but I truly believe they are a result of the "nightmare" sequence Tintin has as he is hanged up. Like every dream sequence in the series where the images resemble a lot the in real life dreams while still working as story devices (something that I truly admire and love in Herge's stories), here too Tintin has his thoughts being pictured very vividly. He sees himself as his appearance in the first books, with the yellow shirt and red tie, saying that he hasn't worn that a long time now, and then he is hanged up by his own tie. I think it is obvious that at this point Tintin considers himself too different than his old self and even when he is caught up on nostalgia or even the expectations he and everyone has on him he knows he can't be that person anymore. The reasons might be both physical, as he understands better the danger and values more his life, and phycological, as the pressure of keep being the Tintin everyone knows and the only version of himself he knew he could be, is too much and suffocating. He has been changing all this time and now he is going through the phase of discovering who he has become.

Haddock was a delight in this album too. I know Herge had prepared more for him (like obviously, Herge was this close to rename the series the adventures of Captain Haddock) but he was still fun and in the end unapologetically himself. The scene when he saves Tintin from the trap is still one of my favourites, as well as the final one with the statue, I still laugh with the whole situation.

Rastapopoulos being behind everything fits as the last story and him dying by falling from a cliff was so poetic, his first fake death was his real one too. Not to mention that this is the first and last time Haddock meets him, as no one remembers the events of Flight 714 to Sydney, and it's so hilarious if you think about it.

The comment on art world during the time Herge wrote it is one of the most interesting things for me in this album. If you haven't tried to understand at least the mechanics of art world you'll never understand Herge's (and many of us who tried to) disappointment with it. Herge criticises the groundbreaking artwork that art critics supposedly declare that postmodern art does and most of all the real interest behind the ones with influence in the art world which is of course money. Herge's commentary is more on the mechanics and the market in this world than if a letter can be art- which soon becomes just a running gag.

Overall it's a good album to read and I don't understand the hate (as I don't understand the hate for any of the albums except the second one you all know which I am talking about). Some things could be better, some others were fine and some were great and everyone can agree or disagree which things are these. I wish we could have Herge's version too to talk about, although most of all I wish we could have Thermozero script at least *coughtintinimaginatiogiveittousfinallycough*.

#thank you for the ask! #these are just my thoughts and my opinion so if you believe otherwise or disagree that's cool too #sorry if they don't make sense i wrote them in the heat of the moment #happy to see more people in the fandom old and new fans #tintin #the adventures of tintin #alph-art #alph art #tintin in alph-art #tintin in alph art