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reiderwriter · 5 months

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hi!!! omg i’ve been following you for a bit now and i saw that it’s not only your 1k celebration(AHHHHHH OMG CONGRATS GIRL!!!) but also your birthday soon!!! So happy birthday and i hope you’re having a fantabulous day!!

If it’s not too much trouble, could i request #4 on your 1k celeb list for Spencer Reid? maybe like imagine they’re undercover in a club or at a party and reader has to dance on him for some odd reason and boy is already mad in love and now he’s got a hard on while his crush dances on him for a case and reader maybe takes mercy on him and drags him to a private place tooooooo😋😋

it’s totally okay if this isn’t to your fancy so don’t feel pressured at all!! i love your writing so much and i just know anything you write, even if you don’t write this ask or if you change it up, will be amazing!!! enjoy your birthday b and take loads of a care of yourself!💕💕

A/N: Thank you for the request, and I AM SO SORRY it took me nearly four months to get to 😭 I actually loved writing this one, so I hope you enjoy reading it! Thank you for the birthday wishes 💖

Warnings: public sex, sex in an alleyway, talks of oral (m receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, dirty talk, creampie, coworkers to lovers, spoilers for upto season 7 of Criminal Minds.

“Cover? Right now? I'm wading through three caseloads of paperwork right now, I don't have time to go gallivanting across the country for another unit.” You stressed to your Unit Chief as she smiled sympathetically at you.

“Temporary reassignment means your desk will be cleared of work when you return, I'll personally complete it myself. That is if you decide to come back.”

“It would take one hell of an offer to get me to join another team, ma'am, and you know it.”

Working under your boss Andi Swann at the Domestic Trafficking Task Force was something you took a lot of pride in. The work you did saved hundreds of women across the country, and you found justice for the ones you were too late for. It had been your second choice after you'd left the academy and a particularly ambitious one, all things considered.

“Y/N, the Behavioural Analysis Unit needs you. Now, I remember your resume as well as you do, most likely, so don't try to convince me all of the profiling credits and courses you took at the academy were solely to be used for trafficking work.”

You flushed as the woman caught you off guard. It was true that you hoped to someday be able to transfer to the aforementioned unit, but you truly still respected the woman in front of you.

Deciding that your respect trumped your human need to placate her worries about you suddenly skipping out on her, you simply cleared your throat and spoke as calmly as possible.

“What is it exactly that the BAU needs me for?”

The older woman smiled back at you and shook her head slightly before opening her mouth again.

“It seems that one of their team members needs a date.”

–X–

Having recovered from the shock of your reassignment and its details, you'd found yourself packing a few things from your desk, grabbing your go-bag, climbing into the elevator and arriving at the doors of the BAU.

You then struggled for a few minutes to open with all the things crowding your hands.

“Here let me,” a voice said from behind you, as you suddenly saw an arm come up around your side to push the door open. You followed your gaze up the arm until your back was against the door, moving backwards even as he pushed it open as your throat went dry.

The man in front of you was hot. It was as if some deity had plucked your ideal type out of your mind, moulded him with clay, and kiln fired him before placing him right back in front of you as temptation.

You were sure that minutes had passed since he'd spoken with you just staring up at him like this, but alas, you really couldn't help yourself.

“Oh! Thank you,” you smiled, hoping it would diffuse the sudden awkward atmosphere that your staring had bought on. “I'm sorry, can you tell me where Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner's office is?” You mumbled out, trying to clear your throat silently as you lost yourself in the strangers' gaze.

His eyes were locked on yours, and as he broke eye contact, your heart jumped as you noticed his ears were stained red, embarrassment apparently not lost on him.

“Up the stairs, first office, his name is on the door. You must be SSA Y/N.” Shocked to hear your name drop from his mouth you felt a Rusholme mortification as you studied the man once again.

Slightly messy hair, pile of books in his hand, dressed like he'd fallen into a closet at a retirement home, tall wiry frame.

Ashley Seaver's description of Doctor Spencer Reid had been spot on. Apart from the part where she had failed to mention, he was quite possibly the most attractive man on earth.

“Doctor Reid?” You asked, voice a squeak, almost scared that you were wrong despite there being no suggestion that you might be.

“How did you…?” His eyes widened with a smile as he looked back to you again, searching for answers with his head cocked slightly to the side.

“I work in Domestic Trafficking. Agent Seaver and my unit chief both gave me brief descriptions of your team so I wouldn't get bogged down with introductions when I got here.” You explained quickly for fear that he'd think you slightly stalkerish for knowing his name, even though he obviously knew yours as well.

He smiled slightly awkwardly again and gestured further inside the office, sending you off to your temporary new Unit Chief's office with a small whisper.

“I look forward to working with you.”

--X–

The debrief with Aaron Hotchner was swift and you appreciated the man's ability to cut straight to the point.

There was a killer targeting women in New York City, just like there were killers targeting women everywhere. But this one had taken specific issue with women who were social climbers, who attended events with high profile and successful men on their arms.

So far, the NYPD could link 7 homicides to the killer and were under pressure to catch the guy before Lucky Number eight.

The FBI had stepped in and suggested you be Lucky Number eight.

They'd been sent the case as a consult and provided the profile, to which the NYPD had asked for full cooperation.

Which is how you found yourself on a jet heading to New York City two hours after Andi Swann had called you into her office. Productive day.

“What does your budget look like after a year of private jet travel?” You wondered out loud as you followed Hotchner onto the plane. SSA David had followed you onto the plane as well, having tried to introduce himself earlier. You'd allowed him the moment of humility before telling him you knew exactly who he was, and he'd be surprised if anyone in the entire bureau didn't.

“Well they haven't put me on display yet, so I don't think I'm quite a fossil. Pleasure to be working with you.”

His words were kind enough, but they were a reminder of the other man you'd met earlier.

The man who had since climbed into the seat next to you, ready for the on the go case briefing.

“We've established identities for the two of you, ready for you to go in tonight to establish yourselves as bait,” Hotch explained, handing you each a personnel folder.

“Spencer, you'll be Charles Buchanan, local businessman with alleged ties to several socialite families in the Upper East Side.” That seemed to earn a few chuckles from Agent Morgan from his perch at the other end of the plane desk, but he cleverly kept his mouth shut.

“Y/N, you'll be Daisy Smith, you're a student putting herself through a graduate degree, who has turned to sugaring to cover course fees.”

“Sugaring?” Rossi asked from Hotch's side, waiting for someone to clarify.

“It's a term used to describe the act of being a sugar baby or sugar daddy. A usually non-sexual consensual relationship involving cash or other materialistic gifts.” Spencer filled in the gaps easily, without looking up from the file he was scanning ridiculously fast.

Okay, speed-reading and super intelligence check, and you were two for two on descriptions of Spencer Reid. Swann's description had also left a lot to be desired.

“We've got Garcia establishing some online profiles for the both of you currently using the images you sent us earlier. Hopefully, we were correct in our estimation of his hunting grounds, but he'll need to stalk you for a night or two before he strikes.”

You cleared your throat carefully as you finally decided to ask the question that had been bugging you the entire time.

“I'm sorry if this is forward, but is there a reason I was chosen for this assignment? I don't have much undercover experience, and I was told there were two women on your team. Was I misinformed?”

“That's correct. Unfortunately, last week, Agent Prentiss decided to take a job with Interpol in London. Agent Jareau was also recently married, so she put in leave to enjoy her honeymoon. None of the candidates we have lined up fit our Unsub's type. You do.”

“As good as I would look in a dress, you're going to be much more effective at catching this guy,” Morgan joked from the side, just as Hotch accepted a video call through to the jet.

“Morgan in a dress, sounds like one of my dreams come true.”

“Calm it, baby girl, what have you got for us?”

“Invitations to a charity ball being held in Manhattan tonight, and around 1000 hits across five sugaring platforms for Miss Y/N. If the FBI turns out to be a letdown, you have a lot of serious offers here, sweetie.” You laughed out loud at how she blasted through and diffused all the tension in your team, without even thinking to introduce herself first.

“You must be Penelope Garcia. It's nice to meet you.”

“Not as nice as it is to meet you, I promise.”

The remainder of the jet ride had been quiet if not restful, the presence of Spencer Reid a disturbingly pretty thorn in your side.

You'd sneaked glances at him multiple times, not an easy feat on a jet filled with profilers. His fingers had grazed yours as he passed you his file earlier as well, letting you read up on his new character.

What you found most distracting, though, was the now bare stretch of skin peaking out from his shirt collar.

He'd decided to take a nap at some point earlier, and now you silently cursed him for it as you looked at the splash of skin distractedly.

You could press your lips there and work your way up to his lips. Or you could go in the opposite direction and have more fun, you reminded yourself.

It seemed that image had you waking up, jerking upright so that you would not let that go any further.

This was your job. You were a professional, an FBI agent.

You weren't allowed to imagine giving this man a blow job on government time. You'd have to save that thought for after the case was closed, and you could go your separate ways, you thought.

Landing was easy and you moved straight into dress fittings and practising your story for the party later that night.

Which meant a blissful few hours without the distraction of Spencer Reid.

Luckily for you, the first dress they'd given you to wear had turned out to be a good fit, showcasing some of your more prominent assets.

It hugged your body tight, but it wasn't uncomfortable, showing off a generous amount of cleavage and leg as well. It wasn't quite scandalous, but you knew it was definitely the kind of outfit that would stick out like a sore thumb at a socialite dinner.

Which meant it was perfect for baiting the unsub.

By 7pm, you'd been outfitted, prepped, and deposited in the back of a limousine with Spencer Reid, and you were right back at square one trying not to climb him then and there.

His outfit choice had been slightly harder, apparently, given his taller frame, but the three piece suit they'd given him was do perfect it was hard to tell it wasn't tailored to his measurements.

“Are you nervous?” He asked, whispering the words in your ear as he stroked your hand. Although the limousine driver was an undercover NYPD detective, you'd both been told to get into character as quickly as possible.

There were a series of other undercover agents being placed throughout the party tonight - Hotch was going in as a representative of the District Attorney's office, a few NYPD detectives were serving guests drinks and food, and Rossi had managed to get an invite as himself.

Morgan was left running surveillance in the van outside.

Because of your outfit and the nature of the unsubs attacks, there had been no point in trying to put a wire on you at this point in time. It'd take him a week of surveillance to pick you up anyway. Tonight would just be the start of his hunt.

So you let Spencer stroke your hand, fingers locked in his as you gave him a smile, and tried not to imagine them wrapped around his cock.

“Just a little. I think it's the dress shows off a bit more than I'm used to.” He took a second to glance down your body, as if he'd been waiting for your permission until now, and you watched his eyes pause over your chest and at where the hem sat at the top of your thighs, dangerously close to bearing everything.

“You look… beautiful. I think our unsub will like it, at least.”

You tried to hide your disappointment as he pulled his hand away, ready to open the door as the car pulled up to your destination.

You surveyed the room as you walked in, trying to memorise every particularly leering smile from men as you made your way to your seat.

After half an hour, though, it seemed like catching your guy was going to be like finding a needle in a haystack. Or a creep in a room full of creeps.

It seemed like every man who talked to Spencer only glanced at you to stare down your dress, a few even attempting to pat your back and let their hands drift south.

If it weren't for the sake of the job, you'd have sucker punched some of the richest men in New York City by now. And you'd have enjoyed it.

Politely detaching himself from conversation, Spencer guided you away to the dance floor for a second. You'd planned it this way for when you needed some time privately to discuss potential suspects.

A few other couples glided around the floor as you stood chest to chest with Spencer, surprised how confidently he was handling the caseload.

His hands took their places, one on your hip, the other gripping your own as you both began to sway side to side.

“Any ideas?” He whispered in your ear as you moved delicately.

“Your 10 o’clock. Younger son of the Johnson family. He’s been sat glaring at me for 10 minutes despite his mother's attempts to network for him.”

“It fits the profile, absent father, overbearing mother. He has obvious disdain for you. Is there anyone else?” His words were hot against your skin as you looked up at him, finding your lips surprisingly close as your bodies continued swaying together.

“Half of the men in this room have undressed me with their eyes, the other half actually tried to put their hands on me when they were talking to you.” He stiffened at that, breaking eye contact as his eyes flashed with sudden emotion.

His hand slid from your waist further down to stroke your ass slightly as he watched the crowd to see anyone taking offence at his sudden bold display of affection.

At least that was what you assumed he was doing as you too began to glance around, watching for anyone watching you, confident that Hotch, Rossi, and the others would do the same.

When his hand on your ass pulled you closer into him, though, you weren't so sure.

“Spencer, what are you-” You started in confusion, noticing that his gaze had returned to you. More specifically, that it had returned to your chest, as he stared down at how your breasts looked, pushed up against his chest as they were.

He encouraged your other hand to wrap around his shoulder, freeing his other hand to land on your ass again as he pulled you closer still.

You'd almost stopped moving, certain that having his body pressed against yours in every place hardly counted as dancing. You opened your mouth to say as much when you felt something twitch against your thigh. A low groan slipped from Spencer's lips as he adjusted your positions slightly as you felt something hard shift against your leg.

“Do you seriously have a boner right now?” You whispered, as much in exasperation as in excitement.

Spencer Reid was grinding his boner into you in front of a room full of people, and you felt like you'd just won the lottery.

“I'm sorry, natural reaction. You look so hot tonight, and then your hands were all over me.” He rambled slightly in his explanations, mortification clear on his face as he tried to apologise.

“It's okay.” You whispered in his ear, pulling yourself up on your toes softly to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

If you just so happened to rub up against him going up and down, eliciting another deep groan for the man, then so be it.

“Y/N…” He whispered you name like a prayer and it almost convinced you that there was no one else in the room.

“Spencer, there's no way our unsub is going to approach us if you have that thing tenting your pants.” You kept your voice low as your hands trailed down his chest. Pushing one further, you gently rubbed over his clothed member as if accentuating your point.

“We need to solve this problem, don't you think?”

His jaw clenched as he contemplated your words, trying not to let any other sounds out. His nod was barely perceptible, but within seconds you were glancing around the room for a quick exit, and in another minute, you'd slipped through a service entrance and out through some corridors into a dimly lit alleyway.

As soon as you were cloaked in darkness, Spencer was on you.

Whirling you around, he backed you into the wall until your back was pressed into it, and his lips were on yours.

You moaned helplessly into the kiss, hands finding his chest again and moving south even as he began exploring your body.

“This is an important case, and we're about to blow it because I can't keep my hands off you,” he whispered between kisses, lips trailing down your neck.

“Do you know how crazy we both must be?”

“I know exactly how crazy for you I am, Reid. Now, please let me suck your dick.” You moaned the words as his fingers found their way into your panties, stroking your clit.

“Y/N, I'm trying to talk sense into us here.” He groaned as your fingers fumbled with his pant buttons, hand sliding into the material to wrap around his cock.

“How much sense are you talking with your fingers inside me?” You panted, willing him to just fully let go and let you both enjoy yourselves.

“While we're out here, Hotch and Rossi are inside, noting down anyone who takes particular offence to our exit. We can enjoy ourselves and catch a better lead.” You started slowly pumping him then, as he pushed closer into you, allowing you to reach more of him at this different angle.

His head dropped to your shoulder as he breathed out a laugh.

“Right, this will help.” He tried to convince yourself, and you grinned in victory, rocking your hips against his hand to find your release sooner.

Until he withdrew his hand and used it to grasp your own, halting your movements.

“Spencer?” You pouted slightly, but he pressed another kiss to your lips this time forceful and demanding, to guess begging permission to enter and dominate you.

You gladly accepted him into your mouth, even as you felt him pushing up your skirt, letting the material ride higher as it had been trying to do all night.

Making sure you were steady against the brick wall, he pulled your hips up and around his, pushing your panties to the side as he pushed inside of you.

The stretch was maddening. Everywhere he touched became hot against the cool night breeze as he began his frenzied strokes into you.

You lost all capability for speech, which was probably for the best, as you were sure you'd only ask for him to do more disgusting things to you eventually.

His mouth slid to the top of your breasts as they bounced with each thrust, waiting to claim a nipple in his mouth when one eventually came free of the offending material.

“Such a little slut, begging to suck my dick. Maybe next time, princess.” You screamed and arched your back as he finally bit down around your nipple, soothing the skin with his tongue as he licked and suckled there.

His other hand fell to your clit again, pushing you to the edge as you finally came on his cock.

He didn't stop though, powering through as you tightened around him, moaning wantonly as his thrusts hit deeper still.

“Let's see what our unsub thinks when he sees my cum dripping out of you,” he whispered again, as he too let himself go, releasing spurt after spurt of cum inside of you.

Making sure you were strong enough, he set you back down on the ground, keeping an arm wrapped around you protectively as you smoothed your clothes back into place.

You helped him button his pants as he smoothed your hair, tucking a stray piece behind your ear before ducking in for one more sweet kiss.

“I'm sorry that I couldn't let you, uh, perform orally,” he blushed again, his ears that same shade of red you noticed earlier as he guided you back inside. “I think someone would have noticed if I'd ruined your makeup that much.”

You practically choked on your own spit as you finally slipped back into the dance hall.

“Next time,” you said, making sure to finish the conversation you'd started. “We’ll have more privacy.”

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fvck-the-rest · 7 months

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I'm in Love

Gojo x GN! reader

Word Count: 900

/warnings/ not proof reader, just fluff, reader gets RED

High Schooler Gojo did not know anything about relationships or what they were supposed to be like. So, when he went in a spiral in his first year at Jujutsu High. He knew you before you went to the same high school, but having clans that were close to each other and him being the strongest and all really helped with you guys knowing each other for so long.

So, in the first years it was obvious to everyone but to Gojo that there was a connection between you too. And then you add in highschool hormones and just Gojo being himself, he was never going to see it unless it was written out for him. And that’s how he was where he was right now. At the beginning of his second year in Geto’s room having something like a realization or a stroke.

“I think… I think I really am in love with them."He stood up from the bed to turn and look at his friend who was at his desk on the other side of the room.

“Congrats on being the last one to find out. Now what are you going to do now that you’ve realized this? If you go back to the way that you have been towards them, they’re free for taking.” Geto was trying to hold back a laugh at how surprised his best friend looked, finally realizing that the person he would go out with to see was actually a crush.

Gojo did not answer him. He walked out of his room to go and find you and you see if you truly did feel the same. He needed to know that, even though he just figured this out for himself, that you truly did like him and that he was really just ignoring his feelings towards or and vise versa all these years.

He was able to find you fairly easily. You were in your dorm room with the door open trying to deep clean it from leaving it in the summer. You were currently sweeping out the room when Gojo barching into the room panting from how hard he was just running. It looked like he just ran a marathon.

“y/n, y/n…I need.. To ask… you something.. Very very important” He was just barely able to get the words out to you. You stopped sweeping, turning around to look at the white haired boy in front of you. Giving him a “mem” to show that you were listening to him.

After a miniature he was able to catch his breath and to get his words out more coherently for you to understand. “Do you like me?” he blurred it out to where you could just catch what he had said to you.

“Of course I like you Gojo, we are friends right?” Why would he ask if you liked him? You thought the two of you were fairly close friends, unless Gojo thought you didn’t really think that you like him? You did have a slight crush on him, but that wasn’t what he was asking was it?

“No, no, not in a friend way, more of a romantic way? You know like boyfriend- girlfriend way.” he said as if it was nothing, so casual about it. But if you would have looked up instead of staring at your feet, you would have noticed that he also had a light pink to his face. One that matched the one on your face currently.

If I said yes, would he just laugh it off or think that I was joking? Or is he actually asking me because he wants to know? DOES HE LIKE ME AND THAT IS THE WHOLE REASON THAT HE ASKED? Every question runs through your head and without realizing it you had lifted your head up enough to show Gojo that your face had gone from a light red to almost the color of a strawberry, your eye growing in size from relation and thinking. You also failed to notice that he had gotten closer to you and was now only a few feet standing in front of you and knew that from the look on your face that you did instead like him in that way.

“So, you do, don’t you?” He said in a dumb playful voice that he uses all the time on people. “You don’t need to say anything, I can tell just from looking at your face.” with that he pecked you on the cheek and took a step back from you because saying else about be ready at 7 for something and to go somewhere. Leaving the room as he told you, closing the door.

When hearing the door close, you fall slowly to your knees hiding your face in your hands, feeling how hot it is now. But you suppose you should get up and get ready for your little date.

~bonus~

Once Gojo got halfway down the hall he started to run to go find Geto and Shoko to tell about what just happened, yelling their names and talking so quickly that the other two had no idea what he had just said.

Because they would ask what he had just said he was gone again to go get ready to take you out.

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ohmyeyesmyeyes · 1 year

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write it down in a calendar - george russell

george russell social media au - george x f!reader

warnings: swearing, immature jokes

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ynofficial: snow on the beach, weird, but fuckin beautiful

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landonorris: what is this who is that

ynofficial: ur mum

landonorris: how mature

charlesleclerc: do i know this person

georgerussell63: i would also like to ask that question

ynofficial: maybe how am i supposed to know who you know or don't know??????

mickschumacher: 👀

ynofficial: shh

alex_albon: mick tell us what you know right now

mickschumacher: i've been sworn to secrecy

landonorris: i'll pay you

mickschumacher: i'm loyal to y/n but i won't say no i need the tips

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georgerussell: i'll stick to skiing

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alex_albon: wtf is happening rn

alex_ albon: i didn't even know you met someone!!!!

landonorris: yes we are feeling #veryleftout

charlesleclerc: insufferable posh boy

lilymhe: oh no george you got charles using big english words

georgerussell63: oh fuck

mickschumacher: i only know 1 person who knows how to snowboard apart from me

landonorris: MICK ISTG STOP BEING SO CRYPTIC

danielricciardo: you guys are so dumb (respectfully)

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ynofficial: boom bitches

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alex_albon: GEOERGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

landororris: GEORGE YOU TRAITOR YOU HAD US THINKING IT WAS MICK

mickschumacher: what no i have my own girlfriend and y/n told me because we’ve known each other for ages 😭

landonorris: george russell the type of person to lie to his friends about his girlfriend

alex_albon: george russell the kind of guy to commit to arsefoolery to deceive his friends

georgerussell63: but it was funny

alex_albon: george russell the kind of guy to lie to his friends and find it funny

danielricciardo: george russell the kind of guy to tell me he was in a relationship before albono and lando

georgerussell63: thanks mate

alex_albon: YOU TOLD DANIEL AND NOT ME

georgerussell63: HE WALKED IN ON US OK IT WASN'T INTENTIONAL

charlesleclerc: george russell the kind of guy to pose for every 'candid' photo ever taken of him

ynofficial: he looks accidentally gorgeous though, right???

charlesleclerc: not as gorgeous as me

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georgerussell63: happy four years to my best girl

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alex_albon: back tf up FOUR YEARS

landonorris: your name is in the list in red and underlined russell

charlesleclerc: FOUR YEARS???? i mean congrats i guess

ynofficial: nah he's just joking it's only 2 years and it's not even our anniversary

alex_albon: still: WHAT

danielricciardo: but i caught you guys 3 years ago?

georgerussell63: 3? you sure?

danielricciardo: positive

lewishamilton: how do you forget how long you've been dating? the number one rule of relationships is to write it down in a calendar

georgerussell63: i honestly have no idea

ynsibling: you guys actually met when you were 7, mum said she went to uni with george's dad and we used to have playdates as kids, i just texted her now...

ynofficial: wtf

georgerussell63: wtf

alex_albon: so you don't actually know how long you've been dating OR how long you've known each other???? karma really is my boyfriend

mickschumacher: i have a picture of you guys from when george was still in f2 and you guys were TOGETHER together iyk what i mean...

ynofficial: wait i think that was before we broke up the first time charlesleclerc: the FIRST time????

georgerussell63: i thought we broke up in my first year in f1?

danielricciardo: george was in f2 four fucking years ago guys get a grip, you're practically a married couple at this rate

ynofficial: actually...

charlesleclerc: i'm logging off, someone knock on my door when this is sorted out

landonorris: omg we all went to vegas two years ago...

georgerussell63: i just found the marriage certificate lmao

mickschumacher: lmao????? LMAO????? YOU'RE DISASTERS, BOTH OF YOU!!!!!

fan1: they should both be investigated for being criminally confused

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estebanocon: are you guys even living together?

ynofficial: yes and no but also maybe not so idk

estebanocon: what are you certain of?

georgerussell63: our love lol (i'm panicking right now)

TWO MONTHS LATER

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georgerussell63 and ynofficial:

mini us when we were 7

we were 18 when we started dating which means it's six years instead of four (we're not counting the three months we broke up when we were 20)

we are NOT married (george found UNsigned marriage certificates) but we are GETTING married (we don't have any actual engagement photos because george did it in bed but you can have the makeshift ring because we haven't bought one yet)

to lewis: we don't know the exact date but it's somewhere in october of 2016 but the only date you need to worry about is the 18th August 2023 because that's when we're getting married for real

we're turning comments off because we're cowards

private message from: alex_albon

alex_albon: r u preggers too or is the sudden engagement enough? i feel like i don't know who you guys are. i think this is my villain origin story yk

#george russell social media au #george russell x reader

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opia-tarot · 2 years

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🔞tarot reading🔞

your future spouse’s sexual fantasies

This is going to be spicy! Have fun reading you sexy sexy people. I love doing these readings. Let me know what you think!

switch the roles if it applies more to you

how to pick a crystal

Close your eyes and take 3-4 deep breaths in and out. And then open your eyes and focus on each crystal. Pick the crystal you’re actually drawn to. You’ll feel if it’s the right one. What crystal do you keep going back to? Which one is standing out the most? Choose that one. Really take your time. You might be drawn to more crystals, this is fine. Just take what resonates from each reading.

pile 1- opalite

Babe lemme just say I pulled some cards to channel your future spouse's personality, and I don't even know what to say ahaha. They are a cocky person. Immediately the don jaun card popped out I rolled my eyes like yeah yeah ahaha. This is someone who gets so much attention. I got the 6 of wands twice! I also got the ace of wands twice! This person is also a SMOOTH TALKER. I got the ace of swords so many times. I also got the hunter card. Honestly they are powerful and I'm sure they would want me to tell you that ahaha. Fuck sake. Anyway, they swear often and they have a potty mouth. The 8 of pentacles and the hunter card tells me they're not scared of putting effort in to get what they want. They are so determined.

Now their sexual fantasies were so easy to find out ahaha, the sexual messages were coming in so fast, no pun intended ahaha. Anyway, when I was cleansing the decks, I channelled the word depths. Babe this sex is going to feel so taboo, in such a sexy way. If you like dicks then this person is going to be packing! Seriously. I could see so much phallic imagery, the ace of wands, swords etc. I was like okay. Your future spouse is such a cocky fuck ahaha. Sorry I was just shaking my head like typical ahaha. They like hard, fast fucking. They want to destroy your -. Seriously. They want you to feel them completely. Your future spouse likes a sexual dynamic with safe words involved. I got card after card with rope imagery on it. They want to tie you up, so they can fuck you until you're absolutely drained. I got the 5 of cups and the ace of swords, they love degrading you, you're their pretty little slut. Bloody hell pile 1 their energy is coming in so hard, even while i'm typing, because im sat next to the cards ahaha. I got the 4 of pentacles twice, they are POSSESSIVE! They want to cover you in bed, so you can focus on them and nobody else. They want to bind you. They want you tied and bloody hell I nearly typed tortured. Here's the thing, let me explain before you raise your eyebrows ahaha. For a very very small group of you, your future spouse has a knife kink, they like the idea of you not knowing what's gonna happen next. I got the 10 of swords from multiple decks, so when you're done you're going to be KNOCKED OUT. Sometimes they'll stop to tease you, so you can say don't stop. They love how you need them, crave them. I also got the 4 of pentacles and the 7 of wands, so if anyone even tries to approach you incorrectly or disrespects you, they'll do what they have to do. They will defend you no matter what. They definitely have a mouth on them. I saw them with their really veiny arm around your neck, so yeah choking is a thing here. But they like it because it means you're not going anywhere, they can control the situation and keep you safe. Does this make sense? While I was shuffling, the queen of wands popped out and the king of wands, and then the 2 OF CUPS! I was like WTAF. Then I kept shuffling and I got the 4 of wands from multiple decks. Congrats pile 1!

Anyway, I also got aries mars from my astrology deck and I was thinking geezzzzzz. Your future spouse really likes fast, hard sex. They want to fuck you where you could get caught. They want to be animalistic, they want to make you SCREAM. I also got scorpio pluto so at this point I was shook ahaha. This fits so much because I mentioned depths earlier. They want to take you there. Like pile 1, this is no joke, this is HARD, TABOO sex. You'll express your deep desires to each other.

I made my own oracle deck, so I use it in sexual readings. I got the sadist and masochist cards. A great match of course. A small group of you have a fp who likes inflicting proper pain. But for most of you this person likes tying ropes tightly, or hair pulling etc. The pain each of your future spouse's like really varies here. I heard the phrase allow me, so they're going to be so respectful whilst absolutely disrespecting your -. Your future spouse’s energy made me feel so hot. Like I can't even describe it.

i rolled my astro dice to see what your future spouse’s sexual fantasies are, WOW. Honestly, not surprising ahaha. I got 8h aries mercury. I pissed myself ahaha. THEY LOVE DEGRADING!!! I couldn't shout this anymore ahaha. They want to destroy you verbally. Ooof. They'll say take it. Like stern words. Almost mocking you because they're aware they're pushing you but they'll be so nonchalant, like did i say stop? They'll want to claim you verbally too. I'm hearing, i'm going to keep what's mine. GEEZ ahaha. They really like make up sex. They'll say let me show you how sorry I am. WOW

On the astro dice I also got 8h scorpio north node. WHAT DID I SAY? DID I LIE?! They will want you to be BROKEN after sex. They want to break you sexually and find out your kinks. They don't care what it is, they'll explore it. I love this. Their kinks are definitely related to bdsm. They're fucking dominant. I got the whips and handcuffs card, I got the ropes card. BONDAGE. They want to trap you (of course there’ll be a safe word etc) and make you theirs to keep. They will be very fit and they'll have a lean athletic frame. There's something here about their eyes. Their eyes really feel you. Does this make sense? They probe you. They definitely like you looking at them, looking up at them because they're on top. Their ego is interesting ahaha. I also got when they're doing their thing and you try to put your hands down or up, they'll move them and say move your fucking hands. I got the azurite card, when they're fucking you, they're FOCUSSED. They won't focus on anything except you, even in a non sexual environment. They like to watch you. They'll also like you releasing on them. I got the release cards. When they're pleasuring you, they'll open their mouth like cum baby cum. Their energy is so OBVIOUS, like here look at me ahaha. Have fun pile 1! I got so much channelled music!

pile 2- snow quartz

The personality of your future spouse was more difficult to channel. Your fp has duality within their personality. I got the poet and vampire cards and I also got the mask card. So they present a different aspect of their personality to other people but sexually they're very different to their outer personality. They come across very friendly and artistic. they are definitely artistic. I got the poet card from different decks. But when I went to my astrology deck I got saturn. So initially i was like uh? Anyway let's talk about it.

In public they're friendly, accommodating, maybe even a bit quirky. But in bed they're DOM CENTRAL. You won't expect this ahaha. I got the knight of swords, knight of wands and the 8 of wands, this is SPEED. They like FAST sex, where it feels like you're battling each other. They're going to shame you in bed and get smug when you cum early. I'm seeing permission. You'll say can I cum please, and they'll say something very sexual to tip you over the edge intentionally and then they'll smirk and say something like aw my slut came too early or you couldn't help yourself. They'll love it when you can't control your reactions, because it shows them you're comfortable. I got the frustration card, they like to make you sexually frustrated, they like to prevent you from cumming. Or while you're having an orgasm, they'll purposely stop you mid way just to piss you off ahaha. They're definitely cheeky. They are very sexy, i got the red jasper and garnet crystal cards. They take action and they don't hesitate. The bed is their stage. I heard the phrase open the curtains, so to me this talks about revealing their kinks but also opening the curtains so people could catch you. I got the jupiter sextile mercury cards, so this tells me they like to praise in bed. Yes baby or that's my baby. I got excited when I got the gemini card, because it traditionally talks about an alter ego or a hidden aspect of your personality. I was like bingo ahaha. I also got the epidote card and it literally says go deeper on the card. They want you to verbalise what you want. Say it. The 8 of wands really reaffirms the idea of them really liking dirty talk.

In bed your future spouse likes punishment, they're stern. I heard expectations. So they will go beyond your expectations but they'll also include little rules here and there. Don't worry it's in a sexual way. They are kinky for sure. I got the conjunction and aquarius cards. They are so open to anything, they'll try anything once. I also got the tower card and pluto. GEEZ. When I tell you they're so kinky. They're definitely dominant. They're also possessive.

The amount of stuff I got about the 5h. WOW. I got the 5h card and I got it twice on my astro dice. BREEDING KINK. I also got 4h capricorn saturn on the dice. They most definitely have a parental kink, mummy, daddy etc. They want to breed you. They're not playing around. They won't listen unless you address them formally in bed. The duality of your fp is so yummy, because this is the sort of person who wears glasses and likes painting or they're really friendly and nice, you know what I mean? And then in bed they're FREAKY and KINKY.

pile 3- apatite

okay so I got some cards to help me channel your future spouse and I got the don jaun card and the king of pentacles. I also got the femme fatale and the 2 of cups. Don jon and femme fatale are each other's other half and the 2 of cups indicates a soulmate connection. I found this so cute and considering you're respresented by the femme fatale card tells me you're HOT. Anyway, there's a significant age difference between you because I got the page of pentacles and the king of pentacles. Your future spouse has very saturian, mature energy.

Anyway, I found it so difficult to channel sexual messages while doing your reading because your future spouse is very private about sexual stuff, they are quite traditional.

They like role play, I got the 7 of cups. They like to spoil you, so they'll like going to a hotel and pretending you don't know each other, a hotel is significant, I wonder if they travel for work. Anyway, they'll SPOIL you, they have some sort of kink for spoiling you and not even sexually. I got the ace of pentacles. Now the ace of pentacles also tells me they like to incorporate rewards sexually. The queen of swords indicates to me they like when you get a bit bratty or feisty because it keeps them on their toes. I also got aquarius mars sextile uranus. So they LOVE spontaneous sex, outdoors too. They like having sex in their car when you've had dinner. They like watching you at a (i'm seeing a ball or official gathering) and teasing you. They have a thing about holding your back in public, like showing other people how lucky they are. They are VERY romantic. They are also very successful, I got the king of wands and the king of pentacles. I kept hearing mile high club. The uranus card stands out to me too. So I assume you'll have sex while travelling. Your future spouse is extravagant, they love dinner and roses. I heard courting. They are very traditional and i think this is because they've already done the other stuff. Now they're older they want to settle down. I got such sweet vibes from your reading, I heard sweet and solid. This makes so much sense considering I got the 4 of wands and the sweetness card. They have a praise kink, they like to rub your head and tell you you're doing great. They like reassuring you. They could like water sports, because I got the 2 of cups. The water sports could involve squirting etc just claim what you want to. They also like the idea of not necessarily tainting you but more so the idea of them sharing experiences between just you. Things you’ve never experienced.

pile 4- smokey quartz

Hey! So I got some personality cards because it's fun but also it helps me channel your fp more easily. Okay so your fp is definitely something. They're represented by the midas card, which basically talks about an entrepreneur, someone that has turned a passion to a business. I also got the knight and the prince, (genderless dw). And immediately I heard knight in shining armour. They're also represented by the lover and the hunter cards. WOW. Their energy during the reading was soooo romantic. I felt almost put under a love spell or something. I heard love drug. They're also represented by the king of pentacles.

So your future spouse's personality was more obvious than their sexual fantasies. It felt like they wanted to say hey it's me. They felt very familiar and very safe. They are someone that likes to take on a more traditional role, they want to be your caretaker and they want to save you. They have fantasies, not necessarily sexual, but they like the idea of rescuing you. They like the idea of them being the person you go to when things get tough. They want to be your shoulder to cry on. I got the 6 of cups and the 4 of wands. They are very stable and reliable. They're so caring and loyal. They really value being a figure of stability. They want to bring stability to your relationship. They want to make sure you know they're here to stay. I got the ace of pentacles and the security card. They are VERY financially secure. These cards and the king of pentacles tell me they're financially abundant. I also got the success card. They are very successful in their career. A very small small group of you have a future spouse with inherited money. But most of them earned it from entrepreneurial abilities, they definitely have a business of some sort. I feel like they have prioritised business over relationships, because I feel like your future spouse has previously attracted people interested in their money instead of them. I wanted to mention your future spouse runs on a busy schedule, they are BUSY. But they'll prioritise you, which I think they're not quite used to. I got sugar parent vibes but not in a bad way. They just really want to spoil you and I heard take you places. The uranus card definitely stood out to me as TRAVEL. I think i got that in a different pile too. They'll take you to places you've never been before. There we go a sexual message ahaha finally.

Here's the thing, your future spouse is traditional, what I mean is they are traditional in terms of the dynamic of the relationship. I got the hierophant, the 4 of wands. Then later on I noticed the vow card hidden underneath the other cards, I was like 😲 They believe in marriage. I also think this is someone that is VERY careful about who they have sex with. I actually got a message of that scene I don't know if you watched twilight but this scene. Go watch it and come back. It really represents the personality and values of your future spouse. You could actually wait until marriage to have sex. I got this message very clearly.

Okay so sexual stuff. Your future spouse really likes helping you learn, the mentor card stood out to me as a learning experience. I feel like the people reading this are sexually inexperienced. your future spouse will like helping you, I heard every step of the way. They like pleasuring you SO MUCH. I actually got a very clear message. When you are having a bad day, or you're stressed, they'll say sit back and let me make you feel better. They really fantasise about you telling them about your day while using their impeccable oral skills on you. They like your taste. They also like taking you out of your head during sex. I got the 8 of swords and the unakite card, this is a message about getting out of your head and living in the moment. Really experiencing the current moment. They like when you're comfortable enough to really let go. I also got a message of them writing you notes or poems, aw so romantic!

I got the conjunction card and the 1h. THIS MESSAGE CAME IN SO HARD AND FAST! no pun intended ahaha. They want to empower you sexually. They wanna see you riding and say that's my baby. Once you feel comfortable, they'll let you take over. But I do see, they like to be more in control. They lean more on the dominant switch spectrum. I also got the power card, and on the card it says good girl. They like verbally encouraging you. Like keep going baby, that's it. I got the lover card twice from different decks, they use sex to express their love. Sex isn't just a physical thing to them. Sex is an artistic expression, a form of intimacy. This person is so easy to channel ahaha. They're making me fuzzy and romantic. I can't help it. Your future spouse will be VERY affectionate. They love physical touch. They like holding your hand in public to remind you they're not going anywhere. BABE I just spotted the ring card, WOW! I GOT THE heirophant, THE VOW, 4 OF WANDS AND THE RING?! I've never got that combination ever. MARRIAGE AND COMITTMENT. You and your future spouse will definitely stay together. This is is just so warm and ughh I love it! I even got the 2 of cups! I also got a message of them seeing you differently, I heard a different angle. A vantage point. This is the message, they'll meet you and see the bigger picture. They will realise they had to wait to meet you. If you want to wait until marriage, they have no issue waiting. Because they think you're worth it.

Your future spouse has a parental kink, but more so a caretaking kink. I got the cancer card. Very nurturing energy. I also got 3h cancer mercury. Again, reinforcing the idea of verbal encouragement. I also got 8h pisces neptune, being with them will feel like a dream come true seriously. WOW! Congrats pile 4! I love how I'm saying congrats like you're already married ahaha. Your future spouse really likes their slow jams ahaha.

This here really explains their personality and their history. This will really help you understand them.

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aristre · 1 year

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bbg did you miss me <3 can you write me some cute high school sweetheart headcanons for gojo, geto, and megumi? thanks bbg <3

babygirl i miss u 24/7. i will write u those headcanons u wanted. come see.

high school sweetheart headcanons for gojo, geto, and megumi

satoru gojo

first of all -- congrats! he's genuinely interested in you and you've been in his life early enough that he'll take you seriously!

expect his faux clingy ass to be around you 24/7, always poking his head out of the corner the moment you think he's finally gone. notice i say faux; at first, when his interest is mild enough initially, he's only following you around and making a nuisance of himself because it's easy.

you didn't think he actually cared, did you? at this stage he'll put on a show of neediness. no matter how seriously you take him or flippantly you disregard him, you're worth saving if it's easy and leaving behind if it's not.

but one day you'll prove his waning interest wrong, and suddenly he will rethink his entire perspective on you. this is where your relationship will truly open up and when you're looking at the board in class or sleeping away, he'll be looking right at you with his six eyes. congrats and condolences.

you really can't get rid of him now. before, he'd leave if you made a show of asking, but now he'll laugh and cling tighter. make no mistake, he'll still suddenly leave. but he'll be right back before long, your personal leech and your personal plight.

it's a good thing, very good thing, that you love him. one day in the future the two of you will be pulled apart by circumstance and the absence of a precious friend, entangled yet disjointed, but today you and him will play a prank on the principal and laugh, laugh, laugh all the way from the rooftops.

suguru geto

i guarantee you he will treat you better than gojo. it's not that gojo doesn't know how to read the mood when you're mad or doesn't know the right words to coax you out of your anger, but unless it's life or death he'll laugh it off. geto will not.

geto will conduct your relationship with care and genuinity. he'll sneak out of class with you and take you to shibuya and ginza, wherever you feel like going. he'll offer to carry your bags and tell you that you look nice.

you'll get your fair share of teasing from gojo and shoko, but he'll turn to you and grin, and you'll grin right back. he's the type that would act all fancy and hold his hand out for you like a prince hoping for a dance and escort you back to the dorms.

he's not much of a clingy type, but he's always up to hang out and do something together. whether it be trips out or movies in the room together, he's always ready to put his all into the moment.

when you get stuck on the homework he's always ready to explain it to you, and you assume it's his natural genius until one day you stumble upon him glaring at the textbook, ruffling his hair in frustration as he teaches himself before he can teach you. gojo thinks it's hilarious. shoko thinks it's hysterical. you think it's cute and never tell him you know -- you ask him more questions and delight in the way he patiently runs you through the material.

i'm just imaging the two of you in the library together, you scowling at the homework and geto scowling too when he thinks you're not looking. maybe you do reveal to him you know. he'll look up at you, eyes wide, and then laugh. we're a pair of idiots, aren't we? he'll say, and you'll agree, and the two of you will go ask gojo how to do the work. he'll be utterly unhelpful, by the way, so the two of you have to ask shoko in the end.

and one day, in a future that feels so distant, geto will leave you behind in pursuit of a future he alone sees. he will love you, but he won't want you to be wanted and torn from the school that raised you. the next time you see him will be at the jujutsu high incident. i still love you, you'll tell him. with a sad smile he'll say, is that so? and that's the last you'll hear from him.

megumi fushiguro

we've been downed enough by gojo and geto right? let's talk about megumi! megumi, gumi, goomi, my little sweet precious darling angel babygirl blorbo man. incredibly earnest. loves you dearly, even if he doesn't say a word. he's just nervous!

pays a lot of attention to the little details, and terrible at actually saying it. you've been hunching over all day? he passes you some painkillers during lunch break. you're frowning at your exam papers? he shows up at your dorm with his notes and a pencil to coach you.

the cutest thing ever is that he will awkwardly go to yuuji and nobara and ask what you like. where you would want to go for a date. and yuuji and nobara will completely, utterly, totally unsubtly ask you, and it's not like it's for megumi or anything. megumi pops a blood vessel. he will still take you on that date and if you choose to confront him, he will begrudgingly admit that yes, he was asking yuuji and nobara.

also his hands sweat a little. not enough to be gross but because he's so nervous. he will not look your way for the first twenty minutes of holding your hand because he's so flustered, but if you so choose to go, megumi, can't you look this way? he will slowly meet your eyes and immediately turn away after.

he remembers all your anniversaries. it's not like he's writing them down on his calendar app or anything. he's not, okay? and it's not like his google search history is what to get your significant other for anniversary, date locations in tokyo, best restaurants in tokyo or anything, okay?

he doesn't always get everything right on the first try. he's bad at expressing his feelings, and if the two of you fight he'll give you enough distance to make you think he's moved on without you. but he always listens diligently to what you have to say. sometimes, you think, no one cares more about keeping your relationship going than him.

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ntls-24722 · 9 months

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God please, I want to marry all your DJ designs

That question for all of the DJs

Will you merry me Mr music man ?💍

Not:(LOVE YEAR ART)

#DJ MM LOVER FOR LIFE

THANK YOU BOOK AGARGARGAGH🦀

but as for the proposal...

this is an ambitious ask to answer, because of right now, there are 62.5 DJMMs out of the list of 86 Music Men and counting i have

and i am going to personally go on the mission to draw... each of their responses.

But I should probably eliminate the ones that are taken just to make this easier since it'll just be a hard "no,I'm taken" and Deejay Memento Mori + Meeboop are kids, so they're also eliminated, which leaves us with.... 44.

like... slightly more manageable.

I haven't talked about a lot of these guys, So I'll put a little desc for each!

Without further ado

"Will you marry me?"

1. Clavier! Sorry, it's a little hard for her to imagine marrying anyone after she killed her girlfriend on the day said girlfriend was going to propose to her. That's what being a religious fanatic drove her to do, not out of a devotion to a god, but in order to ensure herself an afterlife. The concept of a soul and a supposed afterlife for everything with a soul for someone without a soul and has seen nothing after her death, is very troubling

2. Lieutenant Armadillum is a requested MM based off of the prompt of just. "rolly polly." So I made her a part of security. With all those armored plates I wasn't sure what else she could be. She can be nice, but she takes everything literally, or as an order, and has a problem with volume control. Congrats to you and your new, loud wife

3. Walbergi/The Entertainer Piece... um. Hmm. I was almost not going to put him here because I would think he's more similar to MM than DJMM but him alongside the next two are actually just pieces of DJMM, all his jobs just assigned to their own Music Men. Walbergi (and the eliminated singer duo Lovebugz, which namely are taken) Are composers/musicians, but Walbergi is specifically a mantis entertainer that has the entire dancefloor as his wings. He is also really arrogant and feels superior to everyone around him... including you. Sorry.

4. The Security piece is, to some degree, also arrogant. At least he's quieter. He's the bouncer, and he has accepted your request, but with his constant desire and and usually ready opprotunity to beat the tar out of things he's around, I'm not entirely sure if that's a good thing.

5. Custodian Piece! He's the janitor and he's very lonely since he spends most of his time in the tunnels and slithering across the floor to clean it, he's kind of a people pleaser and would be over the moon to be proposed to. I'm not sure if he's good for hugs considering his entire underside is a mop. he recplaces it often, he showers yes, but he is also a full time custodian... i'm not sure if the feeling of hugging a damp wet mop would ideal

6. Polybius. um. Not sure what to say? He's haunted, he's enourmous, and he's single, and ready to mingle (htough, take caution, because he might be trying to trick you into playing a game and hypnotising you. or something.) Gamer bf?

Blood and organ exposure (more like an organ diagram, ish) below the cut!

7. The masquerader. Now we're getting into the SOS lore section of the list. This guy was the first success in shapeshifting, and could've been a lot more if he didn't try to escape by killing and taking the identity of a researcher. It almost worked, but he messed up the eyes. Typically, you only have 1 pupil in each, not 3. He was shot dead the moment his back was turned, and totally died. He doesn't like humans... at all. Sorry.

8. The entertainer does, though! He's the one survivor of the brain surgery done to instill robotic motions and an "algorithm" for their behavior. He died not due to surgery, but being left to starve to death, but in his lifetime he was able to figure out that the scientists in the Oort Cloud are not there on their own will, and he convinced the Vanessa of SOS to do something about it. Nonetheless, he doesn't have the same resentment, and he accepts your proposal, mostly due to having no idea what marriage is.

9. In SOS, the mastering of shapeshifting was a detrimental time for the creations of the Oort cloud, as now they could make living concept art. While some were whimsical re-imaginings of what the final product could be, like a more welcoming and humanoid "bee" design, some were made for shits and giggles, which is a horrifying concept when someone has to live through being a living product of "shits and giggles." Nonetheless, this bee is a queen bee, made her own hive, and does not want any other royalty around, especially not human royalty.

10. Dolomedes is another weird concept, less based off an idea but from a pre-designed mask - a fisherman... who has no idea what a fish is. His head is in the clouds, and he accepts the proposal.

11. Lucorum is not just any member of the queen's hive, but the queen's personal guard and is the loud and proud bestie of Dolomedes. That being said, she cares few for any other people. Sorry.

12. This is just one individual from a massive colony of asexually reproducting failures for shapeshifting - instead of exhibiting changes to themselves, they literally have a new person grow out of them that instead exhibits those changes. Most of them don't feel romantic attraction - And due to human trauma like 99% of anything from the Oortcloud, none of them would accept the offer.

13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18. Volupe's polycule may be a very open relationship, but none of them at least even know you. The council has decided not to accept the proposal.

This will be continued soon. I just need a while to draw + write the rest (ToT)

#ntls-24722 #djmm #dj music man #(almost) daily music man #THE PROPOSAL THREAD #there are so many inconsistencies #and this ask was in no way intended to be answered this way #but i have started this mission #and by god i'm going to finish it

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berriesandjunnie · 2 years

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Congrats for 500 followers lia!! For the sleepover, can I ask for 7 with coups. Maybe like he nags you not eating proper meal? Thanks!

w.c: 1,002 words

prompt: “i’m a real adult. just last week i brought a vegetable”

warnings: heavily based around food & ‘healthy eating’ (marked this way bc fuck ‘healthy’ eating besties, just care for yourselves according to you - even if it’s just water! any start is a start my lovelies.)

a/n: thank you so much!! i love getting cheollie requests wowee husband material<3

You couldn’t count on one hand let alone two hands how many times Seungcheol had berated your wreckless behaviour since he’d been your friend. Glued together since you were just children, Seungcheol almost never left your side. You liked to nickname him ‘koala’ because of it. Seungcheol liked to name it childhood obsession but he’d never utter a word of it to you. Anyways, koala was kind of cute.

Things slowed when Seungcheol became a trainee and they slowed even more when he debuted but you couldn’t have been happier that he was doing so well with his life while you slumped a basic nine to five job. You supported him every step of the way and Seungcheol wouldn’t have had it any other way. But even his work couldn’t keep your personal koala away from you.

“Aren’t you supposed to be doing like… idol things?” You mused as you opened the front door to see Seungcheol. He beamed you a gummy smile, albeit maybe a little nervous that you’d release some sort of wraith upon him. Stepping aside, you let the male in.

“I’ve got a free day,” Seungcheol hummed as he shuffled out of his sneakers, quick to open his mouth again when you went to be snarky in response to his words, “why wouldn’t I want to visit my best friend on my day off?”

Your lips closed, puffing your cheeks as you shut the front door and solemnly followed him in a sulk towards your lounge. He knew you so well at this point. His group liked to joke that you were like a married couple - lowkey you thought it too but Seungcheol would never see you in that light. You were like his sister, right?

“Have you eaten today?” You hummed, deciding it was best that you didn’t argue back to the man as he mumbled out a soft ‘no’ in response to your question, “I was just putting away my shopping.”

“That you probably got delivered because it’s too cold outside,” Seungcheol taunted as he appeared behind you in the kitchen, staring amongst the bags of things, “ain’t no way it’s all instant noodles, y/n…”

“What? Some of us work nine to five, Cheol.” You pouted, jutting your lower lip in hopes he’d flash a glimpse of sympathy your way but he simply tutted, shaking his head with a disappointed sigh.

“That’s not good for you, y/n, you need to eat actual meals,” Seungcheol clicked his tongue, his brows furrowed in worry and you huffed, putting down the packet of mochi you was holding onto the counter, “you know, healthy meals? That real adults eat?”

“I’ll have you know I’m a real adult,” you whined, glancing amongst the flimsy white plastic bags decorating your kitchen floor and counter, “just last week I brought a vegetable.” Seungcheol scoffed.

“Do you even know what vegetables look like?” With a brow raised, he stared at you expecting an answer. He’d always digged into you for as long as you could remember and you always narrowed it down to being like siblings. You’d decided it was time to ask about it.

“Why do you care so much, Cheol?” You asked softly, your arms folded across your chest. You caught the way his biceps tensed slightly under his white t-shirt - the one you kept saying his arms would rip if he kept working out. He’d always laugh but the seams were barely holding together on the shoulders.

“Because I do, is that a problem?” Seungcheol’s tone was defensive and sharp and you knew you’d hit a jackpot as you quirked a brow. Seungcheol’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped. He was fully aware you’d caught him like a deer in headlights after all these years, perhaps he should just admit to it.

“Fine, I like you y/n - and before you say “well duh, Cheol I’m your friend”, not like that,” he blurted the words rather quickly but you caught every single one, your heart in your throat, “I’ve known you so long now, y/n. We grew up together, same schools and all. I only noticed when we was like fifteen that I didn’t love your quirks because you were my friend but I admired them as someone who really admired you and everything about you. The way you have to precisely snap your chopsticks or the way you always have that one baby hair sticking up. I really like you y/n.”

The silence after your name deafened you as you stood in the kitchen, like a statue. Seungcheol’s chest rose and fell as his confession was left in the air. You listened to every breath he took as you processed everything he’d said. Maybe he did see you more than a sister after all, you finally settled as you gazed over the anxiety eating away at him.

With short yet hurried steps, you fell towards Seungcheol, wrapping your arms around his neck as you buried your face into the crook. His body tensed under the touch of your skin and he took a few moments to register that this came out of the blue with no words from you but shortly after, his warm arms curled around your lithe form, keeping you close to him. Not a word spoken and yet, it was almost as if you’d signed a contract as he pressed a cheek to your head, the tense aura he’d been previously radiating no where to be seen.

“I like you too, Cheol,” you whispered after a few moments of appreciating just the sound of Seungcheol’s heartbeat and breathing. Seungcheol chuckled a little, “my koala.”

“You still need to eat better.” He mumbled and you scoffed, looking up at him. He smiled in response, melting away any annoying feeling you’d felt at that moment as you took in his relieved smile, the way he probably had so much weight taken from his shoulders.

“Okay.” You mumbled back, resting your head back down against his chest again.

#cafeshuaaa #seventeen #svt fanfic #svt fluff #seventeen fluff #svt #svt x reader #svt imagines #cafe sleepover #seventeen scoups #choi seungcheol #requested fanfic

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amazinglyegg · 8 months

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Give us the headcanons plsssss

Ask and you shall receive! I wasn't actually expecting anyone to be interested in this so I'm hyped!!

Transfem! Danse Headcanons

I personally think that queerness in general is very normalized in the wasteland

Like, it's 2277. The Brotherhood doesn't give a shit what your gender is. Scribe Haylen would probably do your top surgery on the ground in the police station if you asked politely

What I'm trying to say is if Danse's egg cracks while he's in the Brotherhood "Not wanting to transition to prevent transphobia/sexism/general issues in the workplace" wouldn't be a reason to stay in the closet

It's more of the fact that Danse has created this little niche for himself, that he has so little identity outside of the Brotherhood that he feels the need to hold onto every scrap he has, even if that scrap is, well, "male".

My original idea for the drawing I made was Danse losing a bet/game/etc during his more ~wild~ Knight days and Cutler (plus some other knights) made him wear a skirt/dress/etc as "punishment"

And Danse is embarrassed and whatever, he's being laughed at, and then he goes back to his quarters to change and for the first time actually gets a glance at himself in the mirror and woah

It's more than a bit awkward - the clothes are ratted and don't fit properly, he's probably wearing his flight suit underneath, but there's a flutter in his chest that's more than just the lingering embarrassment of the lost bet

Egg successfully cracked. Now to just push down and hide those feelings about as much as he hid that dress in the back of his closet

I also wouldn't be surprised if he went through an "aw fuck I have a crossdressing kink" phase before he truly realizes he's trans

Partially because A. He's a bit repressed, both sexually and in general, and probably connects dresses and bras and general prettiness to "sexuality" rather than "womanhood", and B. It's common for your sex drive to increase once you start feeling gender euphoria

And he's completely oblivious about it all, too. He talks to trans people and watches his teammates transition and he goes "hmm good for them. I can't ever imagine what that'd be like!" And then prompty locks himself in his room, puts on a dress he "borrowed" from the lost and found, jacks off, and cries for 45 minutes.

It probably doesn't click for him until someone looks him in the eyes and says "hey man, you know you can just... be a girl, right? Like, 24/7 for the rest of your life?" And Danse is like oh my fucking god. Holy shit.

And let's be honest, with how Danse doesn't open up very much, that person would probably be Sole, and it'd probably be post-bb

Dealing with a gender identity crisis ON TOP of a synth identity crisis might be a bit much for him though so... let him take it slow

I would love to see Danse mess with his pronouns a bit - maybe she/they or she/he?

I can imagine him still having a strong attachment to his manhood, due to it being one of the only aspects of himself that really exists and isn't either ripped away from him (like the Brotherhood and Cutler) or a fake memory

So he'll go for demigender or bigender or SOMETHING not binary trans that includes both his current womanhood and his past manhood that he still connects to

The TRANS part of "transfem" is super important to him

Totally not me projecting with my own experiences as transmasc

ALSO I like to imagine he gets gender envy from the WEIRDEST things

Like Sole sneaks this shirt into his laundry:

And he is. Entranced.

Stares at himself in the mirror for the next like ten minutes straight

Haylen knocks on the door like "Hey Danse? buddy? You good in there...?"

And Danse is softly weeping like "I want them to be real... 🥺"

OKAY I'M DONE FOR NOW. I hope you enjoyed transfem Danse rambles. If you read this far congrats here's some pride edits for your commitment:

#the brainrot is real #and so is transfem danse #fallout 4 #lgbtq headcanons #headcanons #not maintagging danse for this. idk maybe if people like it i will. jurys still out on whether im hashtag cringe or not #trans mtf

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sherifftillman · 2 years

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An Unambiguous Love [6/10]: The Next Day

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Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x f!Reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: Your favourite customers really make it easier returning to the town you never went to school in. If only your friends at work would stop trying to play matchmaker between you.

Chapter 6 word count: 3416

A/N: Can y'all guess one of my all-time favourite franchises based on this chapter? Betcha can't!

You wake up somewhere between Steve and Eddie, cramped up on the same couch, but covered in a blanket that you don't recognise. Your head feels as though it's vibrating, though. Nothing painful, just… Really uncomfortably annoying.

You're grateful that Eddie had insisted on being in the middle, as they're still snoozing away. You hear whisperings in the kitchen, so you gently slide out of Steve and Eddie's arms and tuck the blanket back over them before you head over to join Johnathan and Nancy. “Good morning, sleepyhead! How are you holding up?”

You rub your eyes and yawn, “Head feels… Gross. But other than that I’m not so bad. Been worse. Sorry that I crashed here on the first night I met all of you,” you mutter, but Nancy simply smiles warmly back at you.

“That’s totally fine! That was gonna be the plan if we all ended up being in the condition we all got into, anyway. The kids are all still down in the basement, and Robin’s in Mike’s room, Any sign of life from the boys?”

“Other than their snoring, they’re out of it,” you explain with a soft laugh, leaning against a counter.

Johnathan hands you some pain relief and some water, which you take gratefully. “I’m making eggs. And - and bacon, if you like any of that stuff.”

You smile, “Either, either’s fine. Thank you.”

“Both it is,” Johnathan nods back, throwing a towel over his shoulder and picking up a pan.

Robin’s next to join you all. She takes her place next to you, leaning against your arm. “Congrats on surviving your first party with us. Welcome to it being exactly the same, every single time, with the same hangover, every single time.”

You smile between them all, “Sorry, again, that I kind of just stuck with -” you start, but Robin swats at your hand lightly.

“Stop that, I told you last night, it’s totally fine. We knew you already knew those two so we assumed you’d be more comfortable with them anyway.”

“Hopefully we’ve made our case now too, though,” Johnathan pipes up, before asking you how you prefer your eggs.

“Totally! Do you know your phone number? I can add it into my diary!” Nancy holds a finger up and then goes rushing upstairs to her room.

As she returns, and you’ve been handed your breakfast, you hear a voice behind you, “Uh, hey, what’s a pig’s favourite duet?”

You look over at Steve, “Why would a pig have a fav-”

“Don’t Go Bacon My Heart,” he grins, taking a streak of bacon from your plate, waving it in the air in front of you and chomping on it, still smiling as he chews.

“Jerk!” you frown and he laughs.

“You can just take some of mine,” he shrugs.

Johnathan scoffs, “And what makes you think you’re getting any?”

“How else is poor Y/N going to recover from the starvation she’s been subjected to now?” Steve chuckles with his mouth full of food, standing next to you and winking.

Nancy rolls her eyes, “Just do it,” she tells Johnathan, kissing his cheek.

“Any sign of life from Eddie yet?” you ask.

“Took me a good minute or so to get away,” Steve explains. “But he didn’t wake up.”

You frown. “I hope he’s okay.”

Robin cocks her head. “I’m sure he’s fine, I just don’t think he’s much of a morning person. I’m lucky to get eye contact if I see him before school starts,” she explains.

“Got it,” you nod slowly, finishing up your food. Johnathan serves up another plate, feigns giving it to Steve and actually presents it to you. With a laugh, you take great delight in choosing just the right streak to take, as Steve looks on in defeat.

As you finish the last bite of it, you go over to check on Eddie. The way he’s fallen back onto the couch after Steve broke free, his hair sprawls across his face. You gently move it out and he snuffles, stirring ever so slightly. You laugh, “So Steve basically wrestling you wasn’t enough to wake you, but that was?”

Eddie makes a grunting noise that you’re fairly sure you’ve never heard any other human make before. He rubs his eyes open to look at a clock on the wall and immediately shoves his face back into the couch cushions. “I don’t even wake up at this time sober,” he wails into the seat, and you laugh.

“Well, I’ve gotta head off soon, so I just wanted to make sure you weren’t, y’know, dead or whatever,” you shrug.

He moves his head round to face you, with a soft smirk. “Your level of concern is astounding.” You giggle, and he pushes himself up a little before giving up and laying back down again. “Are you really leaving?” he asks with a frown.

“Well, yeah.My family aren’t home for a while, so I have to make sure Marvin’s still got food and water to last him,” you explain.

“Marvin?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah! My cat,” you grin, and Eddie sits upright as though a bolt of lightning has passed through his body.

“You have a cat?! Can I meet him?” His face looks bright, eager; as though he wasn’t just fighting a losing battle with his own exhaustion.

You laugh, “Get some breakfast first.” Eddie groans and flops back in the seat. You try and grab his arm to pull him up, but he deliberately resists, giving you a very smug smile as he remains sitting.

“Steve!” you call out. “Help me drag Eddie into reality, please!”

“’m schtill ea’hing!” Steve calls back, clearly with a mouthful of food. You soon hear the clatter of a plate being put down, though, and he approaches you both.

Eddie makes grabbing motions with both his hands in Steve’s direction. “You gonna carry me, Stevie?”

Steve gives you a deflated look and turns on his heel, but you grab the back of his shirt and pull him back. “No, no, we’re doing it together, c’mon, take one arm.” You and Steve manage to pull Eddie to standing, at last.

Eddie steadies himself, then turns to Steve and holds his face. Steve looks perplexed until Eddie quietly drawls, “You know, it’s not very polite to talk with your mouth full, Harrington,” and gently slaps Steve’s cheek twice before stepping away and continuing in a normal volume, “At least, not while there’s ladies present. Now, where do I find this breakfast I’m supposed to eat?”

You and Steve point him in the direction of everyone else, then Steve turns to you. “Uh, so, what are you… How are you getting home?”

“Well, I was just saying to Eddie, I’ll have to go soon, but I think Eddie wants to meet Marvin, so I guess if you want to as well, you can!” Steve nods. You ponder for a moment, scrunching your face in various ways. “I’d invite the others, too, but -”

“Nah, it’ll be fine,” Steve waves you off. “Nancy and Johnathan like to do their own thing anyway, and Robin has to work this afternoon.”

You frown, “Does that mean you have to, also?”

With another shake of the head, Steve chuckles, “The manager tried so hard to get us to not work together, but we just kept changing shifts around with the others to do it as much as possible. Didn’t work out 100%, though.”

“Got it,” you nod, before both of you rejoin the group. “Sorry you have to work today,” you tell Robin, and she smiles at you.

“That’s so nice! See, not everyone has to wish that I have nothing but sweaty mouth-breathers the whole time,” she pulls a face at Steve.

“Well, that’s what you get for not securing that last part of the weekend and abandoning your best friend in his hour of need,” he crosses his arms, feigning annoyance.

“At least now you’ve got two new best friends to babysit you,” she smiles sarcastically, gesturing to you and Eddie, who is scarfing down eggs like he’s not eaten for weeks.

“I am the babysitter, not the babysittee, thank you,” Steve replies in a tone heavy with sass.

“I don’t think that’s a word, Harrington,” Eddie explains.

“I - You’re not a word,” he mumbles, walking away.

Laughing, you turn to Eddie. “Hey, did you drive here?”

He shakes his head. “I got my uncle to drive me here in my van. Figured it wouldn’t help if word got out that our school paper’s greatest editor has had the school freak’s van parked outside all night.”

Nancy proudly tucks her hair behind her ear. “Thank you, Eddie. Sweet of you to say.” He swings back and forth on the balls of his feet with a small, proud smile on his face.

“So Steve can take us both, right? Robin, too?” You look at Steve who has begrudgingly returned, but Robin interjects.

“It’s fine!” she exclaims hurriedly. “I’m not - I’ve - I’m meeting some friends before my shift starts, anyway. Nancy said she’s happy to drive me.” Both Robin and Nancy nod in unison. It’s too creepy for you to ask further.

Steve, however, looks confused. “Friends? I thought all yours were in this room.”

“Hey!” you frown, swatting at his arm.

Robin laughs, “As sweet as it is of you to come to my defence, he’s mostly right. But yeah, now I meet up with a few other people now and again either before or after work, it’s just a little thing.”

“Well… As long as you’re safe, that parking lot gets pretty sketchy,” you warn.

“Again, appreciate it, but I am a big girl. I can take care of myself once in a while,” Robin nods.

You make sure your sketchbook, pencil and now almost-empty whiskey bottle are back in your bag and hug your new friends goodbye. Nancy once again promises to call you very soon.

You tell Eddie you’d rather keep talking to a minimum so that Steve can focus on directions, which Eddie appreciates as he basically falls asleep again in the back seat, though you frown as Steve hits his turn signal on a road you know you should drive straight ahead onto. “Uhh, hey, you can go straight on from here, it’s faster,” you advise.

“Hmm?” Steve asks, clearly being taken out of his own train of thought. “Oh… Right.” A light blush dusts his cheeks. “I… had kind of plotted the route from my house to yours on my map, I was going to see how well I’d memorised it. But you’re right, this gets you home quicker.”

“Could I get that address from you sometime? I oughta do the same,” Eddie asks sleepily, his eyes still closed.

“Yeah, for sure, I’ll show you it later,” Steve glances into the rearview mirror to look at Eddie, though obviously does not make eye contact with him, slumped over in his seat with his arms folded, head resting on the window.

Still Eddie smiles softly and quietly drawls, “That’s a good boy, Stevie.” Steve’s cheeks tint a darker pink. It makes him look quite cute, actually.

You direct Steve back to your house, and breathe a sigh of relief to see that the family car is not parked up outside. “Okay, we’re safe from any immediate ambush,” you nod.

Steve looks at you, confused. “But didn’t Eddie want to meet someone?”

“Oh yeah, Marvin will still be in, he’s no trouble,” you explain as you get out of the car. You notice that Eddie still hasn’t noticed you’re getting out, and deduce that he must have genuinely fallen asleep. With a semi-malicious grin, Steve opens Eddie’s door from the outside, causing him to fall far enough to wake him up, and fast enough to trigger the safety belt’s stopping mechanism, jolting Eddie’s body. He looks up and flips you both off as you laugh.

You open your front door, make sure the boys shut it behind them, and start calling after Marvin, stepping through the hallway and looking around. You hear a familiar mewl and turn round to see your most favourite being, adorned with markings that never exactly fit together but also somehow did, which is what caused you to name him after your favourite character from your favourite book.

You run back over to pick him up with a laugh. “Are you scolding me, Marvin? Asking me just where I’ve been all night, huh? Who are these strange men I’ve brought home?”

Eddie jokingly bows in front of Marvin and holds out his hand with an exaggerated, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir, you keep a wonderful home.” Marvin simply looks up at Eddie, who then can’t help but bend over him and start stroking him. You gently point out Marvin’s favourite scratch spots, and just how much pressure to apply to each one, and then look over and see Steve, standing several feet away, eyes wide and hands firmly behind his back.

“Is everything okay, Steve?” you ask. “You’re not allergic, are you?”

He swallows hard, his eyes unblinking and unmoving from the creature in your arms. “So Marvin’s… not your brother? It’s a cat?”

Eddie grins mischievously, taking Marvin from you. “Don’t tell me the great Steve Harrington, the King of Hawkins High himself, is scared of this little guy?!”

“I am not scared!” Steve’s voice raises in volume, but not pitch, and you and Eddie both lean against each other laughing. “It’s just… Cats don’t like me, and I respect their decision by staying away.”

“Steve, you can’t say all cats don’t like you,” you say, but Steve shakes his head.

“Enough have hated me right off the bat that I’m not willing to risk upsetting any more,” he replies, and you giggle. “Whatever it is that I’ve done to offend them all, it’s clearly unforgivable.”

“Alright, let’s not let Big Scary Marv upset Steve any more,” you take Marvin back from Eddie and put him down on the ground. “His food is in a bucket in the kitchen, and the bowls are out there too, would you guys mind, while I grab some things from my room?” You gesture to the door that leads to your kitchen.

“Yeah, c’mon Stevie, let’s go get you on ol’ Marv’s good side,” Eddie grabs him by the back of his sweater and frog-marches him through to the other room. You laugh as you run upstairs.

Gently putting your whiskey back in its usual hiding spot, and your sketchbook back on your desk, you start hunting for what you’re looking for: your map of Hawkins, which you find easy enough; your coloured pencils, which you gather from various spots around your room; and your box full of VHS tapes that you don’t want your brother to find, from under your bed.

You’re perusing what to potentially bring downstairs to watch with the boys when they turn up in the doorway. “So… This is where the magic happens, huh,” Eddie looks around incredulously as he steps in slowly.

“It’s nothing, really,” you wave off. “Did you find everything okay?”

“Yeah, he’s eating good down there. Stevie even made contact,” Eddie grins.

“Hardly,” Steve replies stoically, as you beam back up at them.

“Oh come on, he was rubbing himself up on your leg!” Eddie replies.

“That means he wants to be your friend!” you gasp, smiling warmly at Steve.

Steve pulls a face. “Nuh-uh. False sense of security? Please, I’m smarter than that,” he taps his head, and you roll your eyes.

“Ooh, is this a journal?” Eddie asks, pulling out a book you’d forgotten to hide.

You cringe, “You’re not allowed to read it!”

“I won’t, I won’t,” he raises his free hand as he studies the cover of the book with the other, twisting it around to look at the whole thing. His brow furrows, “Why write the words ‘Don’t Panic’ on here so big?”

This time it’s your turn to look incredulous. “Are you serious?!” Eddie looks confused. You continue, “Same reason Marvin’s named why he is? The paranoid android? The Hitch-Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy?!” Eddie shakes his head, and you laugh, “Damn, and you call yourself a nerd.” Steve snorts with laughter in the background.

“I am a nerd for fantasy, alright,” Eddie explains. “These superhero comics, this sci-fi stuff, it- it’s nothing like the classics, you know?”

“Oh, so I’m wrong for liking what I like now?!” you fold your arms, watching with glee as Eddie tries to backtrack. As he stammers, you grin, “Come on, if I were anyone else, you’d be ripping me to shreds now, right?”

“Not to break up the Geek Civil War over here,” Steve interrupts, sitting on the floor next to you, “but I gotta know. Why is there a map here, and why is it all… Colourful like this?”

“It’s… A map I photocopied in black and white so I could colour in all the routes I need. Blue is my way to work, green is to the hospital if I ever need it, orange is to the arcade since my brother loves to go there, pink is to the library in case my brother needs to go there for his classes,” you explain.

“Classes?” Eddie asks, putting your journal back and also joining you both on the floor. “He doesn’t go to school?”

You shake your head. “That’s why nobody’s home, they’re taking him on a “field trip” for the day. He, uh, doesn’t exactly thrive in a classroom environment.”

“I know how that feels,” Eddie blows air up into his bangs.

You rub Eddie’s arm sympathetically. “So yeah, they take him out to places a lot to show him how stuff works instead, it’s way better for him. They’re going out of town in a few weeks for a big one.”

“So you don’t see much of them?” Steve asks sympathetically, and you shake your head. “Probably for the better. Parents can be major assholes.”

“Amen to that!” Eddie concurs, before looking at your map. “So, uh, you got this out because…?”

“Because! I wanted to add wherever you guys’ houses are to the map. And if you could add Nancy’s too…”

“Sure thing! Do we get to pick our own colou- now, why would you pick yellow?” Steve asks as Eddie plucks a pencil out from the box.

Eddie narrows his eyes, “Because I’m a ray of fucking sunshine, Harrington. Why have you picked red, huh?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Steve asks with a smirk, before using the pencil to point at himself. “It symbolises my role here, as the rose between two thorns.”

Eddie pulls a horrified expression, “Not 30 minutes ago, I was a seatbelt away from landing on my face because of you two!” to a chorus of laughter from you and Steve.

The two of them have made themselves very comfortable on your floor, in ways that are just very… Them. Steve is sprawled out on his side, propped up on one elbow as he slides his fingers across the spines of your VHS cassette boxes, giving his sass-filled commentary on all of your titles; Eddie is laid on his front, legs bent at the knee and kicking up in the air as he fills in the roads on your map a vibrant yellow, with his tongue poking out in concentration and moving direction based on the direction he’s colouring.

Once Steve finally picks out a few of his “personal highlights” from your collection, you all head back downstairs to watch them. You sit in the middle of the two this time, just each of you sitting as you would on the couch at first. Then heads start to rest on shoulders. Then arms start to move for comfort. Before long, Eddie’s head is more or less on your chest, one arm draped over your stomach, while Steve is nestled between your jaw and your shoulder, with his arm snaked around your back to rest on your hips. You, yourself, have resorted to having an arm around each boy, so that they don’t go numb from being pinned in between anyone else.

You sit, you watch, you commentate, you laugh. You and Eddie cheer when Marvin decides to fall asleep on Steve’s knees, and it’s not long before, for the second time in 24 hours, you too fall asleep on a couch nestled amongst your new best friends.

#steve harrington x eddie munson x reader #steddie x reader #steve harrington x eddie munson x you #steddie x you #steddie imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #fluff #aul #*myfics

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canonsunkmyships · 1 year

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get to know YOU

i’ve seen a bunch of get-to-know-me tag/ask lists on here so i thought i’d try something different. rules are: you pick a question/prompt and then answer it in whoever you reblogged this from’s inbox (or rb with tags, whatever floats your boat). the point? aggressive self-introduction, make yourself a nuisance, tell someone stuff about you that they didn’t ask for. anyway-

1. favourite colour

2. your pet’s name/breed+species/cute personality trait/iconic dumb story™ (bonus points if u include a picture)

3. your old-person hobby

4. the random specific beef you have with someone

5. your star sign + what you think it says about you

6. your favourite band

7. that fun fact that’s been stuck in your head for ages that you haven’t had any reason to tell someone. now you do!!

8. a song that you turns you into the feral karaoke rockstar that you were always meant to be

9. if your life was a tv show: the song you think would be played in the opening scene to hook the viewers in

10. your least favourite ship from your favourite fandom

11. your weird internet nickname + the story behind it

12. who you voted for in the great tumblr sexyman rematch of 2023 (or who you would have if you missed it. i feel you, brother.)

13. a condiment you would eat a whole tablespoon of (voluntarily or under pressure? i’ll leave that up to you. no one needs to know that you actually like mayonnaise, don’t worry)

14. if you write or draw: your favourite software/medium

15. your favourite artist (like painting and drawing)

16. a song that makes you super mad for no reason

17. your most used app (mobile or desktop, idm)

18. your most visited website

19. what your FBI agent is the most weirded out by

20. the best movie soundtrack/score + the specific song you love from it

21. something funky or interesting from your family tree

22. your Categories (hogwarts house, mtbi type, etc - pick and choose what you like)

23. your favourite random thing (for example, i really love square numbers. they’re just so satisfying.)

24. what you do when you have a bad day

25. what you do to have a good day

26. the fictional character that you relate to the most

27. your favourite teacher from high school

28. your most hated celebrity/elon musk/billionaire

29. your favourite thing about yourself

30. something really cool that you thought of

31. your least favourite vegetable

32. an amusing anecdote from your childhood that you still think about

33. your favourite word

34. something you do in your downtime

35. what you are supposed to be doing right now, and why you’re not doing it

and finally, 36 (the best square number of all):

36. your favourite thing about the person you’re telling all of this to!

if you made it this far i’m sorry congrats!

#this was in no way coherent but its 8pm and im tired. shush #i thought this would be fun pls let it be fun #if you didnt get the og explanation:#1. pick a question. 2. answer it.#3. whoever reblogged this post so you saw it - send your answer to them #or rb + tag #whatever you want to do #ask game #tag game

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gamesbyalbie · 1 month

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The Cursed Journey

PART 7: SUMMIT

FOUR YEARS AGO

There was a time in my life where I thought nothing was worse than afterparties. Being forced to attend a party or ceremony was terrible enough, having to stay afterwards? It was like being given detention.

The night of the Hugo Awards might have been the worst of the worst, simply because I wanted nothing more than to go home and decompress while everyone else there wanted nothing more than to talk to me. I was moments away from doing something my PR team would regret when a bartender slid a tonic with lime in front of me.

"Compliments of the gentleman." They winked and pointed to the other end of the bar.

Min-joon was standing there, leaning against the glowing counter as casually as can be, his face and body awash in pink and blue light. He was wearing a sparkling black suit jacket, an open collared shirt made from sheer lace, and a stunning necklace that dripped down his neck and chest like a stream of frozen tears. It put my basic purple suit to shame. Min-joon wasn't even looking at me. He seemed fully engrossed in his phone, so I smirked and pulled out my own.

I messaged him: "thanks" and watched for him to receive it.

A tiny smile bloomed across his face. Without looking up, he responded: "You're welcome. Congrats by the way. I guess it's a little bit cool that you won"

"eh, its alright. im sure youll get it next time" I loosened my tie with one hand. "where do you think i should put it? coffee table?"

I heard him snort from across the bar. "What do you mean by coffee table? That stack of books between the fridge and the bed? Or are you referring to the windowsill?"

"its a secret, i'll finally show you next time"

"Looking forward to it." He looked up for a second, deliberately avoiding my direction. "Also, just so you know, there's at least three people behind you waiting to flirt with your handsome ass."

"who?"

He glanced up again, subtly. "Orange suit jacket, fishnet mask, and red (not pink) sequined dress." As soon as I finished reading that, another text came in. "Actually take that back, pink sequins just gave you the eyes too."

I laughed, half at him and half at myself. "i love how you can tell all that and i cant"

"No worries, mate. I've got your back. You need me to be your Cyrano, just let me know."

"i think i may need an anti-cyrano"

He bit his lip. "Perfect. I'll help you repel potential suitors while keeping an eye out for any stray admirers."

I quickly responded with "my hero" before my moment of reprieve was cut short.

"Mx. Specter?" I swiveled around in my seat. An elderly individual in a rusty orange suit was standing in front of me. I couldn't tell if they were Orange Suit Jacket. "Jacket" seemed like very intentional wording on Min-joon's behalf and this person was in a full on suit.

"Yes?"

"Ayodele Akande. Channel 6 News. I just wanted to congratulate you on your big win. Who Watches was the best book I've read in the last decade and Felix is one of my favorite characters."

"Thank you so much." 200 bucks says you never even read it.

''Mr. Akande. Ken had a ques—oh, sorry." I turned to see a beautiful individual in a red sequined dress. "I didn't realize you were talking with someone."

"It's fine, Gerry. I was just congratulating, Mx. Specter." He gave me a pat on the arm which I didn't appreciate. "But they have plenty more praise to receive. Where's Ken?" He walked off with the assistant.

As they left my personal bubble and I was permitted to turn back to the bar, my smile slid from my face like dust off a windshield. "i cant fucking do this"

"Hmm..." Three dots appeared then disappeared. I glanced up and Min-joon wasn't there anymore. My spirit sank.

Several more people approached me. I'm not sure how many exactly, but it felt like a damn stampede. Strangers just chattering about my book, asking inane questions and promoting themselves with little to no subtlety. If I hadn't shaved my head a few days before, I'd have pulled all my hair out right then and there.

My phone buzzed. "Oh, sorry," I mumbled. "Just need to check—"

Min-joon: "There's a dude coming for you."

"what the fuck?"

"Mx. Specter?" A server waved to me from a few feet away.

"Excuse me." I eagerly deserted my unpleasant company.

"Your coat and personal items are just back here." I followed the stranger into the kitchen where they handed me my stuff then down a winding corridor to a staff elevator. "Head to the garage floor. He said he'll be there for you."

"Who are you talking about?"

"I've been paid to forget that information."

Min-joon was waiting just outside the elevator in his little green car. "Get in, loser." He winked.

"Sorry, aren't you the loser?" I asked, dropping into the passenger seat and tossing the trophy in the back.

"Nah. You may have won the Hugo." Min-joon smirked. "But I already have the best prize." He reached out to hold my hand.