#i am a cheeseball at heart

[fettuccin-e]

Hey! Congrats again on your follower milestone! <3

From the smutty prompts, can you do number one from the nature category with Miguel, please? :))) xoxo

Hi!!! omg this prompt is soooo soft and sweet and MIGUEL FUCKING DESERVES IT!!! so thank you so so so much for requesting this is some sappy crap that i had just a grand ol time writing!!!

Tags: Miguel O'Hara x Reader, afab!fem!reader, established relationship, outdoor sex (but they are literally the only ones there so no exhibitionism), unprotected piv (don't be a fool, wrap your tool), riding, sappy very cheesy very fluffy many cavities (w/c: 1.1K)

Prompt: sensual sex in a secluded meadow during a picnic. 

He doesn’t like to go away often, but sometimes, the need to just spoil you gets to be too much. He’s away from you far too much, burying himself in work and experiments, to the point that he’s sure you’ll leave him. But you’re always there, waiting for him with a beaming smile and reaching for him like he never left.

So of course he has to spoil you.

It didn’t take LYLA long to find this dimension at his request: one where New York is empty, Central Park grown over the entirety of the city, the pavement covered in soft flowers, and skyscrapers covered in creeping vines. And God, you had practically glowed when he showed you the little picnic he had set out, a soft blanket nestled in a little grove of wildflowers, a rainbow of petals and leaves covering the lush earth. A little piece of paradise just for the two of you.

“I didn’t, um,” he stumbles over his words, heart beating out of his chest at how fucking beautiful you look, eyes alight as you look up at him with a gaze so adoring, his knees might give out on the spot. “I just brought some food from the cafeteria, since I can’t cook for shit and I um- I wanted to surprise you.”

You collide into his chest, knocking the air from his lungs as you kiss him fiercely. “It’s perfect, Miguel,” you murmur against his lips, “absolutely perfect.” He feels like you're talking more about him than the picnic, but smiles nonetheless.

You feed him little bits of fruit and empanada from the cafeteria back home, but he swears that it tastes so much better from your loving hand. He feels a little out of place here, crushing flowers beneath his hulking body. But you’re ethereal, little butterflies flitting around you, drawn to you, just as he is.

He recklessly plucks a purple flower from the ground, the prettiest one he can find, and tucks it behind your ear. Hobie would tease that he’s getting soft, but the way you giggle, light and airy and effervescent, makes his chest tight with delirious happiness, and it’s all worth it.

You meet his lips in a gentle kiss, and you taste of the strawberries he brought for you. You’re so warm, warm like pure sunlight in his hands and he can’t help but pull you into his lap, picnic forgotten, holding you like you’ll disappear in a moment. But you break from his lips, cupping his jaw and smiling in a soft, gentle way that feels like you’re here to stay forever.

He peels your dress off, slowly and deliberately, kissing down your jaw, your neck, your tits, as he bares your body to his gaze. He only takes his own clothes off when you beg him for it, rucking his shirt up over his stomach as you whine into his mouth.

“Patience, sweetheart,” he murmurs, and your breath catches in the back of your throat as he rubs gentle circles into your clit over your panties. “So beautiful, can’t believe you’re mine,” he whispers, and with the way he’s playing with your pussy, the only thing you can do is desperately lick into his mouth as you rock your hips into his hand.

You lean into him, pushing on his shoulders ever so gently as you lay him back onto the plush blanket. He could fight back, push you onto your back instead, but something about this, the sun shining on your hair, the way you taste, how soft you are in his hands; it’s all making him melt back into the flowers as you lean over him. I can have this, he thinks to himself, I’m not going to lose this. There’s no rush.

When you eventually pull your panties to the side, letting him sink into you ever so slowly, Miguel is sure that he’s found heaven. You’re practically shining, an angel in real-time, as you roll your hips forward, clenching around him as you rake your nails down his chest in a way that makes him gasp beneath you. 

“God, look at you,” you say, before it tapers off into an agonized whine as Miguel’s cock plunges into you just right. “So perfect for me, treating me so fucking- ah, good.”

Miguel grasps desperately at your hips, trying to help you as you drop onto him over and over and over again. Your praise makes him whine, his hips jerking up to plunge into you even deeper as his mind goes fuzzy with need. ”Can’t believe you’re mine Miguel," you whimper, "Can’t believe you chose me.”

He lunges up on his arms at your words, pressing his lips to yours in a sticky kiss that has the both of you moaning in tandem. “I’ll always choose you, princesa. Mi vida, eres mi vida.”

The grove is quiet, the obscene sounds of your bodies meeting over and over mixing with the sounds of his groans as you fuck yourself on his cock. You practically wail when his calloused fingers come to rest on your achy clit, rubbing hard, slow circles that have your head spinning. His cock reaches so deep like this, stretching you out, owning you in only the way that he can.

“You going to cum for me, beautiful?” he husks, sounding like he’s just run a marathon. “C’mon, baby, soak my cock with this pretty pussy.” You’re nodding furiously, bouncing desperately on his fat cock as he rubs your clit just fucking right-

You gasp, soundless and overwhelmed as you cum around him, leaning forward to kiss him, hoping to ground yourself with his mouth. Miguel curses against your lips, mumbling something in Spanish as he pulls his hand away from your clit to wrap around your back, like he can’t possibly get close enough.

He thrusts up into you once, twice, before stilling with his own orgasm. You imagine that you can feel him filling you up, claiming you in the most intimate way possible.

You break the kiss, pressing your forehead against his as you both catch your breaths. As he blinks up at you again, eyes round like he can’t believe that you’re actually here, that it wasn’t all a dream, you can’t help but giggle softly, pecking him quickly on the lips.

And he smiles, in the only way he does with you. No holds barred, unabashed happiness radiating off of him. “I love you,” he whispers, like it’s a secret.

“I love you too,” you whisper back. You breathe together, letting the calm coolness of the air rush over you both, the sounds of the breeze rustling the flowers and trees, the incessant beating of your hearts.

This is home, Miguel thinks, wrapping you tighter in his arms, I’m finally home.

#i literally just want him to be happy #is that too much to ask #this is some sappy shit #but what can i say #i am a cheeseball at heart #miguel ohara x you #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara smut #miguel spiderverse #miguel x you #miguel x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader

[javarium]

whipped cream apology | r. sukuna

fights are uncommon between you and your fiancé, but there are times they do happen. you know you’ll never hear a verbal apology come from him, but you know he’s sorry; Sukuna’s apologies always come in the form of gifts, food, or acts of service. this time is no different :3

w — modern au, chef! sukuna (he owns and works in his own restaurant but that’s not elaborated on), itsy bitsy sprinkles of angst bc of a mentioned fight, fluff, this is super duper short haha, food and food descriptions bc I am a woman who loves her food so sue me :3 this is just a random lil fic I wrote in like a day so i won’t be surprised if this flops lmao

[ divider credit to @/inklore ]

You don’t know how you go to sleep angry, but you do.

Last night had been awful. Maybe you’d blown everything a little out of proportion, maybe not. Your energy hadn’t been so great coming through the front door of your home. You’d just been stalked by a couple of guys that wouldn’t stop leering at you, and to top that off you had an old woman at the register of the store get ugly with you. All you wanted was the nice dinner you know would be awaiting you and to not be bothered for awhile after that.

Problem was, was that Sukuna was also in a bad mood. Someone at the kitchen of his restaurant had put him in a super bad mood by not following orders, and a food critic was to be coming by in a few days. And when you mixed his bad mood with yours, it led to you two going to bed on bad terms.

But now, you’re not even sure that Sukuna had come to bed.

Did that idiot sleep on the couch?

Just as you’re about to get out of bed, you see a note on the nightstand with your name on it. You grab it, unfold it and read: ‘Stay in bed and text me when you’re awake.’

Your sleepy brain goes blank for a moment, but you oblige your fiancé’s request anyway, texting him that you’re awake with a pink heart afterward, hoping he still wasn’t upset with you.

Sukuna’s answer is almost immediate.

Give me a few more minutes and I’ll be upstairs.

But you do need to pee really really bad. You make your bathroom trip as quick as possible and hop back in the bed, miraculously just as Sukuna comes through the door with a large tray of what you smell to be food.

“Morning, baby,” he greets you.

You can see the solemn look on his face, one of upset. He’s still bothered about last night.

“Morning, ‘kuna,” you reply, smiling at him. It seems to partially work, the corner of his mouth quirking up.

You flatten out the blanket as he sets the tray over your legs. Your eyes can’t help but blown open so wide in shock and excitement that you accidentally make them hurt. To your expression and blinking eyes, Sukuna chuckles.

“An apology, for my shitty behavior last night.”

There are several plates of food on the large tray. Perfectly cooked eggs, bacon, sausage; all of your favorite comfort foods all sit before you.

But right in the center is a heaping pile of one inch-thick, fluffy pancakes the size of your head, four stacked atop of another. Butter runs down underneath the sweet maple syrup. Neatly placed around the edges of the plate are bananas and strawberries. And on the very top is a generous pile of whipped cream in a fancy swirl.

You grin at his meticulousness of making such a wonderful plate that’s only just going to get messy.

“Sukuna—”

He scowls. “Don’t even bother me with apologizing back. I don’t wanna hear it. I’m the asshole. You did nothing wrong.”

Love swells in your heart and soul for the man you’re soon to marry. God, you love him.

“You’re sure?”

He tsks. “Positive.”

You smile brightly. “I love you.”

His cheeks and ears go pink. “Just eat.”

“Cheeseball,” you call him, cutting into the pancakes. “But don’t mind if I do.”

“If you can’t eat all of that, I’ll eat the rest.”

“Fuck off, it’s mine.”

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#sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna fluff #sukuna fic #chef! sukuna #jjk fluff #jjk sukuna

[formulaforza]

love letters-- c.leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 440 a/n: this is actually. so bad. i promise the other ones will be better.

He left it in the DVD case of your favorite movie, knew you’d be opening it a few days after he left. Watch it on streaming, he always told you, but you found something nostalgic about watching the same physical DVD every time you felt sad. Some people had their guilty pleasure foods, you had your guilty pleasure ancient DVD player. 

Like clockwork, he left for the triple header on Monday, and by Friday night you were pulling the DVD out of the entertainment center, cuddled up with popcorn on the couch, using the movie as an escape from how much you missed your boyfriend. 

You opened the plastic case and a white envelope fell into your lap, your name scribbled in familiar handwriting across the front. Read me, it said, with four exclamation points. You carefully opened the sealed envelope and pulled out a letter, written on a page from his racing journal. It was dated just over a week prior, and he drew little hearts around your name at the top of the page. Mon amour, the letter started, and you were already ready to burst into tears. A love letter? Cheeseball. You texted him, knew it would be hours before you got a response.

Mon amour, I am thinking about how much I will miss you, about how much I always miss you. It is so hard to be away from you. You are truly my best friend, my partner, my companion, and there is nothing I do that I didn’t wish I could share with you. I long for your touch when I am awake and I dream of your smile while I sleep. Nothing is going to go wrong while I’m gone, you told me yesterday with such confidence I almost believe you can will it to be true. Know that if anything doesn’t go my way, I will spend every minute waiting to talk to you, to be soothed by your words and your innate ability to make everything feel simple and clear and easy. I am so in love with you it is pathetic, grateful every day that you continue to choose me, to love me in all my flaws and imperfections and chaos. You are watching your favorite movie on that stupid DVD player. Mon ange, you are my favorite movie, and I would buy infinite DVD players if it meant I could continue to watch. Enjoy your movie, eat all the buttered popcorn you can, and don’t miss me too much. I will be home before you know it, reminding you just how much I adore you. I love you, I love you, I love you. Charles.

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc blurb #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc fic #cl16 #f1 #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #mack's 10 days of fluff #day 1

[unrequitedloveletter]

Can you please do a Nikolai x reader piece?? I'm just craving content with him. Maybe ummm "I'm not a thief, I'm just very good at acquiring things that aren't mine"? Maybe a tad bit of fluff please??

More Than Enough- N.L x gn! reader

Okay, I totally get that you're craving content for him right now lol, I am in the exact same boat and I've been satiating the cravings by writing for him because tons of people have been sending Nikolai requests and it has been a blast so far! I know that this took me a few days and your comment about craving content might not still be true but I'm writing this out anyway because I couldn't resist!

Fic type- fluff

Warnings- none

"One could very easily argue that you held status as a thief for a time," you said pointedly as Nikolai sat next to you. You were at the lake, watching the water move and enjoying a relatively slow day in the palaces. "Remember those days, love?"

"Arguably," Nikolai began, passing you a glass of iced wine as he spoke. "I'm not a thief, I'm just very good at acquiring things that aren't mine. Took your heart, didn't I?"

You cringed as you grasped the wine glass, a scoff falling from your lips as you rolled your eyes at it.

"Okay, cheeseball," you said. "I know you're a flirt, but that was just—"

Nikolai laughed, loud and open and delightful. "Saints, I know," he said.

"It was so bad," you took a sip of your wine. "It would've been fine without the last sentence. Had you not turned it into the heart thievery, I absolutely would've kissed you."

"I am pretty good at stealing hearts, though," Nikolai murmured. "I've done it with the public enough times to know what I'm doing, love."

You grinned as one of Nikolais arms wrapped around your shoulders, pressed your forehead to his temple as the quietness of sunsets in spring draped itself over the lake by which you sat.

"You threw a bit of your charm my way and I may as well have been head over heels after the first night," you said. "One of the only parts of war torn Ravka I actually remember not despising. I love you, Nik."

Nikolai turned his head and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You felt the coolness of his wedding ring near your neck, felt the weight of the wedding ring you wore day in and day out in response.

"I love you too," Nikolai whispered. "Always."

And you knew, in the light of the sunset and with his arm wrapped around you, it was enough. It was more than enough.

#nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #shadow and bone

[bb-eilish]

his birthday

pairings; beomgyu x reader

A/N: i know this isn’t smut but my brand is txt smut so i feel like my followers will have a better chance of seeing this with the txt smut hashtag. don’t kill me pls.

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“You’re home! I missed you.” You gush, running into Beomgyu’s arms. Today is his birthday and you swear you’ve never been more excited for it to be someone else’s birthday.

You unfortunately couldn’t go to the dinner his management and group planned because it was in public, your relationship was obviously not a globally known thing. So, you sat at home, ordering food and his favorite cake, plus super cute decorations that you threw in random parts of your apartment.

“I am, I’m sorry I was gone so long. The guys kept finding things to do.” He apologetically smiles at you.

You scoff in response. “Beom, don’t worry about it. I’m just glad you’re here now. Come on!” You smile widely at him, grabbing his hand to yank him along to the beomgyu-themed kitchen.

His loud laugh has you somehow smiling wider, “What’s all this?”

You both gaze at the balloons circling the counter—his face printed on them, his cake sitting neatly in the middle. Him being an idol means you’re able to find pretty funny items with his face randomly slapped on. You have a pretty impressive collection of pillows, bags, and cups with his face distorted on them.

“What do you mean? It’s your birthday, come and sit down, birthday boy!” You giggle, pushing him to the awaiting seat. Sitting beside him you both gaze at the cake you had customized. His name is in pink and the swirls on the side are a pretty green. Taking in a breath you softly sing him happy birthday, you swear your heart stopped a few times at the way he looked at you during it. Like you could do no wrong.

“You didn’t have to do all this y’know, just being with you is celebration enough. He gently smirks your way. “Oh, please. Make a wish, cheeseball.” He chuckles at the nickname before closing his eyes—making a wish. You take a moment to take in his face, the gentle candle light shining on him makes his skin look so warm and soft, the goofy smile on his face infecting yours.

Suddenly, he opens his eyes and blows the multicolored candles out in one blow. You clap while muttering a “yay” as he plucks out the wax from the dessert. You both make sure to lick off the frosting from the bottoms of the candles as well.

“So, what did you wish for?” You ask, grabbing the plates and utensils you set to the side.

“I can’t tell you, it won’t come true.” He takes the knife from you and cuts a piece, placing it on your plate first, then cutting a piece for himself. “You’re no fun.” You fake-pout.

He scoffs in faux offense, “No fun? How’s this for fun.” You go to question him but end up gasping, he scoops up a glob of white frosting and smears it messily across your left cheek. “Beomgyu!” He holds his stomach in laughter at your face, only stopping when you do the same to him. Now you both are matching.

“You little..” He mumbles with a smile that scrunches up his nose. You expect him to smear the frosting across your forehead or nose, but it ends up all over your bottom lip. “What’re you-“ He cuts you off with an extra sweet kiss. You weren’t expecting it, but you welcome it gladly. When he pulls away he rests his forehead against yours oh so slightly.

“Happy birthday, Beomgyu. I love you.” Your voice is low, almost a whisper. His is the same when he puts his hand on the side of your neck to pull you into another kiss. “I love you too.”

#txt x reader #beomgyu x reader #kpop x reader #beomgyu fluff #txt fluff #beomgyu imagines #txt imagines #kpop imagines #txt x you #beomgyu x you #kpop x you #txt smut #beomgyu smut

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

[hullo! dropping in a honmei gift for Ace!! thanks!! ^^]

Ace is surprised with a hug from behind. "Boo! Haha, did I getcha? Here," A small, red box with a ribbon is placed in his hands. There's a clear window on the lid, and through it, he sees a slice of cherry pie. "They had your favorite in the cafeteria today! I made sure to snag a piece for you before they ran out, hehe." Now face-to-face with him, the butterflies in their stomach go wild, but they push forth.

"...I'm just gonna lay it all out: I like you. A lot, actually. I'm in love with you, and your goofy smile, and those stupid pretty eyes of yours..."

They're unable to look at him, but they grin as they continue. "Really, what's not to love about you? You're pretty cool, you're really funny, and you're an amazing friend... You make my days here in this crazy world so much easier, and a whole lot brighter. You have no idea how grateful I am for that..." They look up at him, smiling brightly. "I must be really lucky, having someone like you by my side."

"Call me a sap, or a cheeseball, or whatever; I don't care. I know teasing people like that is your love language." They laugh as they lightly, playfully punch his arm. "Still, it's nice to actually hear the words, right? So... I love you, Ace Trappola! With my whole heart!" They punctuate their confession with a quick kiss to the heart mark on Ace's face.

One tiny alteration was made (just so the events pan out a little more fluidly and dramatically); instead of the Reader placing the box in Ace's hands, Ace grabs it. Hope that's alright! .. BRUH 😭 Can I just say???? I’m totally shocked at how many gifts Ace got this year??? He ALONE claimed 10% of the interactions, and that’s more than Malleus fucking Draconia.

What the heck did Ace do the last year to steal all of your hearts???????? 🤡 This is a genuine question.

Sweet on You.

"Hey, watch it!" Ace groaned, playfully swatting at you with his notebook once you had released him. "Only dummies like Deuce would fall for such a lame jumpscare. I'm built different."

After delivering a light blow to your head, he tucked the notebook under an arm. "So, what's up? You need me or something' now that classes are out?"

Ace peered at the small beribboned red box you offered. Through a window of clear plastic film, he could see a slice of pie. The lattice crust was crisp and golden brown, the filling oozing with plump cherries.

His eyes lit up. "Sweet, score!! I was super bummed out since Professor Crewel--what a hardass--lectured me about goofing off in lab. He went on for so long that I was late for lunch period and totally missed my shot at grabbing a slice."

Ace greedily reached to intercept the snack. When both his grip and yours were locked onto the box, the swarm of butterflies in your stomach went wild and let loose. That physical connection, however brief, your impetus.

You liked him. In fact, you loved him. All your heartfelt thoughts and feelings spilled out, every last detail you loved about him put on display in the empty classroom.

His fingers, and his expression, froze.

You continued.

The more you spoke of him, the more confidence ballooned in your chest. A smile slowly crept onto your mouth, and you managed to wrench your eyes up to match Ace's.

"I must be really lucky, having someone like you by my side."

"... Hah?" Ace stole away the cherry pie. Jutting his chin out, he adopted a smug look—but failed to disguise the initial stutter to his response. “O-Of course you’d be into me. Duh, who wouldn’t be? Can't exactly fault ya. I'm some pretty hot stuff--I'm cheerful, funny, loyal, and super humble. I'm basically the perfect package!"

Lifting a hand, he lightly flicked you on the forehead. "I know you're madly in love with me and can't bear to be apart, but geez, don't go and say sappy stuff like that! You're seriously no shame and all cheese."

"I don't care," you laughed, taking his biting remarks in stride. You landed a punch on his arm. "I know teasing people like that is your love language."

"H-Hey, don't just go and assume..."

"I love you, Ace Trappola! With my whole heart!"

"... Ah."

Warmth blossomed from the mark stamped on his face. Its origin point, where you had laid your lips. His own mouth, and all the sass that flowed from it, silenced.

Your hearts skipped in unison as you beheld one another. The moment, magical.

Ace broke your gaze and quickly looked away.

Time seemed to stand still, letting loose of its hold only when he next spoke.

“………………………. You beat me to saying it,” Ace muttered. A coquettish pink had bloomed upon his cheeks. “It’s cool to have you around. Maybe… we could hang out even more. Not as friends, but as something more.”

His eyes—the very ones you loved—returned to you, bolder and more bright than ever before.

“… What do you say? Be my partner in crime?”

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #Ace Trappola x Reader #twisted wonderland interactions #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland scenarios #sweet on you #twisted wonderland imagines #Reader #self insert #disney twisted wonderland

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[🍬] #qqtxt:500_masterlist

this is the masterlist for all requests/written blurbs for the 500 followers mini fics. based on this reblogged list of prompts. [main masterlist] / [announcement] / [tag: #qqtxt: 500]

legend: [🐰] soobin / [🦊] yeonjun / [🐯] beomgyu / [🐿] taehyun / [🐧] kai

[🐰] those damned eyes / “nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time!” + fake.bf!soobin

[🦊] still the one / "don't be a stranger, okay?" + yeonjun

[🐯] mine / "let's go somewhere, just you and me?" + beomgyu

[🐰] yours to protect, yours to love / ”hold still. this might sting a little.” + soobin

[🐿] normal anomaly / “what, am i not allowed to look at you?” + taehyun

[🐿] nothing matters / “relationships are built on trust, and i trust you.” + taehyun

[🐯] my sleeping beauty / “good morning, sleeping beauty.” + beomgyu

[🐧] interlocked cheeseball / “pinky promise?” + kai

[🦊] tender / ”hold still. this might sting a little.” + yeonjun

[🐧] electric love / “was that your first kiss?” + kai

[🦊] cinderella > sleeping beauty / “good morning, sleeping beauty.” + yeonjun

[🐯] cute privileges / “you're lucky you're cute.” + beomgyu

[🐿] silent assumption, quiet admission / “you’re my family too.” + taehyun

[🐧] lifeline / “i just wanted to make sure you're okay.” + kai

[🐿] what a sight / “i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile.” + taehyun

[🐧] mine / “do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?” + kai

[🐯] take my breath away / “wow i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look.” + beomgyu

[🦊] one-up, we’re better together / “do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?” + yeonjun

[🦊] anchor of trust / “relationships are built on trust, and i trust you.” + yeonjun

[🦊] cloudy days / “you always see the good in people. even me.” + yeonjun

[🦊] perfectly spontaneous / “was that your first kiss?” + yeonjun

[🦊] home will come home soon / “you feel like home to me.” + yeonjun 

[🦊] sweet serendipity / “you can hold my hand, if you want.” + yeonjun

[🦊] one-stop-heart-stop / “your heart is beating so fast right now.” + yeonjun

[🐧] distraction / “is that my shirt?” + kai

[🐿] enchanted / “i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me." + taehyun

[🦊] stay / "don't worry, I'm staying right here." + yeonjun

[🐧] careful, stupid. okay, stupid. / “hold still. this might sting a little.” + kai

[🐰] knight in shining armor  / “i’m not afraid of you.” + soobin

[🐧] (your) silly goose / “i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me." + kai

[🐯] good morning (indeed) / “how about a kiss before i go?” + beomgyu

[🐰] worry not / ”i’m just glad you’re okay.” + soobin

[🐿] intuition / “i knew you would be here.” + taehyun

[🐯] inevitable happiness / “i haven’t laughed like this in a long time.” + beomgyu

[completed!]

#qqtxt: 500 #txt scenarios #txt x you #txt x reader #txt stories #txt imagines #txt reactions #soobin x reader #soobin scenarios #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun scenarios #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu x y/n #taehyun x reader #taehyun scenarios #hueningkai x reader #huening kai scenarios

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16. Shock Marriage for the Powerful Spaniard by Cathy Williams: ⭐️⭐️⭐️

I was addicted to this cheeseball of a book. I'm trying to read through my large (and thrifted) Harlequin book collection, and this was the first one of the year. I'm happy it was because even though it had the typical cheesiness, stilted dialogue, thesaurus raiding, and the confusing use of an Italian term of endearment spoken by a supposed Spanish man, it wasn't a slow book in the least. It was quick, addicting, and had a couple of spicy scenes.

I do have to side-eye the cover creator because the FMC was supposed to have a "latte" coloured complexion (which I hated, but also made her not white. Love that whitewashing of a cover.

Read this for entertainment purposes, not for much else. Although, I AM a sucker for this trope.

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17. We Could Be So Good by Cat Sebastian: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I am grateful to the person who put this book on my radar (thank you m/m reddit group). This book was beautiful and full of admittedly high stressful moments, made a little bit worse by my anxiety that this was going to end like so many books that were written during the decades that this book is set in. Actually, I love that one of the MCs comments on this because it's always been one of my pet peeves when it comes to classic Queer books.

I loved the dynamics between these two characters and how they worked off each other. They were amazing together and even though they weren't perfect, I loved their vulnerability and related to their anxiety (I have a bad habit of empathizing too much with characters when I'm reading from their perspectives). Their love felt like such a naturally progressive thing and whenever they described how they saw each other, my heart did a little dance for them. Although the story spans just a bit over a year (maybe more?) it felt like these two were friends for years.

I also adored the side characters and the found family they offered to the characters. During a time where trust was a gift, these two were gifted with the very best. If they were real people, I only wish that they got to live the best rest of their lives together possible.

In a way, I wanted to cry at the end of this book. The journey, their love, their growth, and the fact that this was reflective of how so many Queer people might have lived during those decades (and some still live this way). It's so heartbreaking knowing people can't just...exist and love who they want. It's mind-blowing.

Anyway, this was sweet, angsty, sexy, and touching. I loved it so much.

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18. Lotus by Jennifer Hartmann: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Mega-TWs for this book--the author includes them at the beginning of the book. Including CSA.

Jennifer Hartmann has quickly become one of my favourite authors. This is only my second book by her, but it was so exceptional that now I MUST have every single one of her books. STILL BEATING had me in such a chokehold that I didn't think it was possible to have the same addicted experience to another book by her, but I was WRONG.

LOTUS was a dark, romantic, and trauma laced read. Everyone had their own past trauma to confront and I think that's a realistic take because most of us have something we're struggling with in our adult lives. The way Hartmann tackles trauma and somehow still finds the beauty in the dark and in what scares us is truly masterful. She offers possibilities to people who have lost hope of any sort of future. It was tear-inducing, but also such an experience.

The MMC was so well-written and I love that Hartmann was consistent in his persona throughout the whole book. He was so endearing and I just wanted to protect him from the world. Side note: every time I thought of him, I saw the actor who plays Reacher in the show of the same name. Iykyk. The way he cared for the FMC was so pure and like she mentions early in the book, he hasn't been tainted or jaded by humanity. He was a beautiful human being.

The FMC was the epitome of "smile and fake it till you make it". She was quirky and fun, but also carried some heavy reminders of how fragile life is. Though I got frustrated with her a few times, I also completely understood why she was the way she was.

The way everything came together at the end had me yelling "I KNEW IT!", because apparently I'm a book detective, was amazing. Even though the twist is heartbreaking and had me crying a bit, it was so powerful and had everything come together so perfectly.

Hartmann gave every character introduced a life and a heart--and she made them all vulnerable and showed how strong those characters were for their imperfections.

I loved, loved, loved this book.

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19. Eragon by Christopher Paolini: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Re-read January 2024

I read this about 16 years ago, so it felt like I was reading it for the first time. I listened to the audiobook, which I love to do when I'm re-reading, and let me just prepare you: the voice actor is no bueno at magical voices LOL.

Anyway, the story itself was fun and I like to think it stood the test of time. It was fun, full of adventure, and being older, I can tell this story was written by a younger author. This is in no way a bad thing--in fact, I think it made it more believable for me that this MC is only 15-16. The writing felt more like the author was going on his own adventure and he really loved reading fantasy books. It was just pure fun. Although at times, I seriously was impressed with his mastery over the English language with his writing.

Overall, this was a fun re-experience. Some points were a little on the slower side, but I can also see that this is building that foundation for an epic series. Will definitely be re-reading the sequel!

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20. Murder in the Family by Cara Hunter: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I was worried about the hype surrounding this book because hype and I aren't always the best of friends. But listen, I started the audiobook one night and finished the book the following day. THIS WAS SO ADDICTING and brilliant.

I highly recommend doing the audiobook--it's a full cast and minus the music (there wasn't any), this felt like a podcast and I adore those kinds of stories.

I'm impressed with how Hunter was able to create such strong personalities with other an initial description of what each specialist does for a living and their dialogue (especially since the story is told in the style of a script and other multimedia add ons, like photos and maps and clues.) But I think hearing the voice actors give life to these characters also helped a lot.

The twists had my eyebrows rising and my smile of surprise growing after every episode. And when all was revealed, that last punch of a surprise had me wishing I could yell at someone about it. Fantastic.

Normally, thrillers and I are very hit or miss--this was 100% a hit with me. So much freaking fun.

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21. Set the Record Straight by Hannah Bonam-Young: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

One of my favourite things in romance novels is something that I know a lot of people don't like: little to no conflict. Maybe it's because it's a novella, but this one was such a breath of fresh air. Communication? No misunderstandings? Respect for your partner? No bullshitting around the truth? Sign me right up.

My biggest regret is reading this in January rather than during the holidays!

I loved the two MCs' friendship and how it was the perfect foundation for their relationship. That being said, I did think it all happened super quick and while I know this is because this is a novella, but I wouldn't have minded if this was a bit of a longer book--just so we could dive a bit more into their past and their relationships with the people around them.

This was also SPICY. I listened to the audiobook and the I would pause what I was doing just to stand there and listen with hot cheeks. This was hot HOT. If you like that in romance novels, yeah, this is for you. It was super caliente and I was very here for it.

I highly recommend, not just for the spice, but because this relationship is so pure and it was just a bite of happiness between two friends who should have been more all along but finally found their way to each other. Also, there may be some relatable moments in here and I just--yeah.

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22. The Measure by Nikki Erlick: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I think THE MEASURE is a great metaphor for how the world treats people it considers "other" and just how interlaced we all truly are at the end of the day.

While the story itself is about the strings and the lengths they offer the individual, at the core of this story is a message about how we view life and how others view our own lives. It's that continuous question of: if my life is mine, why does it bother you what I do with it? And then using the small few to crucify the rest with inane laws and prejudices. Many of the events in this book could easily mirror what is continuously happening in our societies.

We get to see the story of THE MEASURE play out through various characters and as their lives come together and separate, I was constantly in awe of how it was all happening. I wanted certain answers and knew I had to be happy with whatever I was offered because like the characters, I only had the strings and the theories to go off.

I won't lie, this made me cry a few times. I felt anger and heartache, joy at the power of humanity and love, and awe at the smallness of the world.

While I loved this book, I wouldn't say it was a favourite of the year, but it was definitely memorable and I'd definitely recommend it. The last author to make me feel like this about books that explore this kind of message was Karen Thompson Walker.

I highly recommend THE MEASURE if you're looking for a book that will challenge you to look at your life and ask yourself: would you open the box, or keep it closed and just live your life unaware?

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23. Lovelight Farms by B.K. Borison: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I'm definitely reading this series out of order, but who's keeping track, right?

I liked LOVELIGHT FARMS more than its sequel. This one was told only from the POV of the FMC, but something about this one captured my interest more. Maybe it was the angsty friendship, or the fact that everyone was saying "IT'S HAPPENING!", which was adorable.

I think I also liked the dynamic between these two characters a lot more than the characters in the second book. I think they worked a lot better than a one night (one weekend?) stand that somehow couldn't stop thinking about each other. These two characters had a history to work off and it was nice to see that evolve.

The farm was also like a character itself and I loved seeing it from this perspective--the one of a person who truly loves and breathes the space.

What I didn't like so much was the stupid miscommunication that happened near the end because of the FMC's assumptions, fears, and anxieties. I get it, love is scary af, but you know what's scarier? Miscommunications.

Other than that blip, I really enjoyed this one and I can see how anyone who reads this is easily pulled into this fun and quirky contemporary world!

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Have you read any of these books? Would you recommend them?

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Happy reading!

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[presidenthades]

the people (i am the people) need to see your playlist for the golds!!

IF YOU INSIST :3

I added The Golds portion to my AHFOD playlist on Spotify. Like I did for the Daemon’s Handbook portion, I will ramble about my song choices for The Golds.

Moments: The Golds theme song, leaning more towards Aegon. Lyrics fit him to a T.

But Daddy I Love Him: Added at the suggestion of an anon (it replaced another Swift song, Style). If “Moments” leans more toward Aegon, this one leans more toward Jace.

Love Me Like You Do: For their happy newlywed/honeymoon period.

Here Comes The Sun: They find out about the baby~

Perfect: Aegon has some inner turmoil in Chapter 2, but overall this is how he feels about life and marriage with Jace.

Surface Pressure: Jace is a workaholic, and on top of being newly pregnant, she’s reaching a breaking point.

Vienna: When Jace spends time with her sisters and has a heart-to-heart with Rhaena in Chapter 3, she finally slows down a bit.

Oxygen: Aegon’s behavior is suspicious and Jace starts to get worried. Then the kerfuffle with the madam arriving at the castle happens, and Jace breaks down a bit.

Solid Gold Love: Jace and Aegon have their conversation through the door, and then Aegon climbs up the balcony to break into the bedroom. Jace is upset (understandably, based on the information she has), and he’s determined to straighten things out. Bonus points for having “gold” in the title.”

Native of the Northlands: Of course I had to include Sleep Walking Animals!! This song’s lyrics have a poetic and abstract feel, so my interpretation might not necessarily be correct, but it’s giving vibes of a man who thinks he isn’t good enough for a woman as she “settles on her throne.” Which is Aegon.

Shed a Light: Jace is so busy that Aegon feels she has no time for him anymore 🥺.

Run: This encapsulates Aegon’s more youthful and immature desires to just run around the city and have fun. Those desires are part of the reason he so eagerly investigates the murders and kidnappings, and he’s so distracted that he forgets about the very important feast.

Ritual: Jace and Aegon make up, and he makes a lot of religious/blasphemous comparisons 😳.

Young and Beautiful: Jace is worried that Aegon won’t think she looks as pretty as before, and he assures her that would never happen. This is also their peaceful period of several months before the Big Drama happens.

Seven Devils: The Tyroshi attacks the girls at the sept, so the number seven seems especially appropriate. Overall the song lyrics fit the occasion.

All the Kings Horses: When Aegon (and Aemond) searches for Jace.

Safe & Sound: Aegon finds Jace, but she’s not OK emotionally/mentally.

The Cure and Standing With You: Both songs are for the recovery period as Aegon helps Jace try to find a new normal.

An Impossible Choice: This was on the HOTD S1 soundtrack for Aemma’s death, so I’m reusing it for Jace giving birth since she and Aegon face the same choice.

Mercy in Darkness: It’s hard to find a song for “little girl does blood magic to save her sister’s life” but I think this one works.

Game of Thrones Theme (Lullaby Rendition): A Cheeseball is born!!!

Yellow: Jace and Aegon and Cheeseball have their happy little family bonding, and Aegon debuts the lullaby he wrote.

Ghostly Presence: Again, it’s hard to find a song for “little girl temporarily gets possessed/goes insane after using blood magic” but here you go.

Demons: Jace finds out that Aegon and the others have been hiding info from her (about the Baratheon betrothal), and she’s very upset. But Aegon explains why he did it, and he and Jace are able to come to an understanding.

Dance Laura Dance: More Sleep Walking Animals, and this is my favorite of their songs! This song has a theme of recovery and finding joy again, which is perfect for our Gold family as they spend several blissful weeks on Dragonstone before they have to go back to their normal life in King’s Landing.

Reign of the Targaryens: Dramatic music as the Targkids fly back to the capital and land at the Dragonpit. Aegon has his Lion King moment with Elenar.

Light: This song is literally about a parent promising their newborn baby to do their best, which is exactly what Aegon does at the beginning of Chapter 10.

Hey Brother: It’s a song about brotherly love and support, which is an important theme in the final chapter.

The Green Dress: I was torn between several songs in the HOTD S1 soundtrack to use for “Aegon learns about the fostering arrangement, blows up at the king in public, and confronts Otto later.” I ended up picking this one not just because it was Alicent’s “I’m in a new era and I want everyone to know it” theme song, but also because the instrumentals had that tense, dramatic (but not melodramatic) vibe that I wanted.

Say You Won’t Let Go: I was looking for a song to go with Aegon and Jace’s final intimate moment when he’s like “I would burn the world for you” and she’s like “I know.” This song doesn’t really capture that particular vibe, but I do think it fits their overall relationship well, so I wanted to slide it into the playlist.

Spectrum: Aegon unionizes the Egg Council and they riot.

Gold Skies: Ending/“After Credits” theme. Bonus points for the word “gold” in the title. I picked this cover instead of the original, because the cover has a more bittersweet tone that seems appropriate with Aemond’s departure at the end of the fic.

#my writing #ask me anything #fanfic playlist #playlist #the golds

[bougainvilea]

stupid, belated, easy

january @jilychallenge2023 @jilychallenge

partner: @sosohh / prompt: first date - “I want you so bad it hurts” / “Promise you’ll see me again?”

a/n: i am so sorry this is late it took me forever because i just had no time in jan!!!!! but it's here and i'm pretty proud of it hehe <3 btw i couldn't fit "i want you so bad it hurts" in but just know lily is feeling it the whole time lmao. enjoy!

on ao3

Their first date feels stupid.   The flirting, according to Sirius, has become unbearable. Remus is subtler than that, but makes a dry comment about how they hadn’t been seen together in 24 hours (oh, the horror!). Mary makes a couple of puns and James gets the hints but is too uncertain to make the first move.

That’s how Lily ends up asking him to Hogsmeade and everyone breathes a sigh of relief.   It’s awkward but silly and they laugh far too shyly for two people who have been inseparable for months. Lily’s fingers are restless, drawing shapes and tapping against the table, and James’ hair probably won’t calm down for a week, but they’re here, sitting across from each other in the three broomsticks and there is a lull in conversation. James can’t stop tracing her freckles with his eyes and Lily keeps apologising for bumping his feet with hers.   At some point, they hear a song over the radio. It’s by The Weeping Bowtruckles and they had been snickering about it in class just last week. Lily winces and James comments on how the singer ‘really hit that note’ (dry, sardonic, not at all his old self, simply more evidence of Lily’s dry wit rubbing off on him) and she snorts, and suddenly they’re back in the rhythm of things, their conversation coming easily and their bodies moving closer together.   They leave the bar and walk around in the cold, her arm linked in his and his smile warming her from core to chest, and she finds herself flirting consciously. They have, of course, been flirting for months (Sirius was not wrong – it’s scary how well that boy understands her now) but it is new, and bold, in this context. Her free hand is slapping and resting and fiddling with his bicep, and the stars in his eyes are dancing (she knows he likes it).   There’s a moment – where she rests her hands on his arm just a little too long, their eyes meet, and the smiles slip a little to reveal what’s beneath it all. She bites her lip, and he turns to face her, his hand resting on her hip.   “Can I… can I kiss y-” his question is answered with her lips on his, firm and real and oh god this is our first kiss sirens going through her mind as she holds the back of his neck, playing with the hair there with her hand. He responds, but with a sweetness she wasn’t expecting, and she lets up her intention for a passionate snog in favour of his gentle hands on her face as her heart throbs with affection.   They part and he breathes deeply, a small smile on his face. This is a new smile, not one of the usual rotation. It is gentle, it is happy, and it’s charming, but the real kicker is that she can see that it’s not for anyone else. This boy in front of her, this beautiful boy whose heart is so pure, who makes her laugh and think, who always has a smile on his face, has a smile just for her.   “What are you thinking?” she asks, kissing his cheek gently. The smile grows a little, turning almost into her beloved crooked grin, and he strokes her cheek gently, moving his hand back to her waist.   “Promise that won’t be our only one of those,” he quips, but she can tell he means it in that existential, please let us last, kind of way. James is like that – he commits to people, choosing them for his life. It might scare her one day, but now it’s making her heart triple in size. She chooses to answer with another kiss, bringing his head down to hers for a kiss, this time pouring all the sweetness in her heart into it. He smiles against her, and they are lost in the moment.   “You cheeseball,” she murmurs against his lips, and he laughs once before they’re kissing again. They part and smile at each other. His hand plays with a strand of her hair and her eyes are tracing over his face, her hands smoothing over the hair at the back of his neck. He takes her hand and she smiles, and the rest of the afternoon is spent laughing and kissing. Tomorrow they’ll laugh about how stupid it was that they took so long, but today is so earnest that they can’t look away from each other.   

#mine #fanfic #jily #jilychallenge #hp #anyway i like this! #i was worried the title was too similar to another fanfic title i know but i dont think it is #i think it's just the one word #hope u guys like it! thank u to my partner for being a legend n giving feedback

[serotoninspo]

things muns say pt. 1

a collection of things muns have said on our discord server without context compiled into a sentence starter meme. please like or reblog if you use ( and aren't apart of this group )

So Parmesan cheese, tea and chicken nuggets, sounds dumb to me

Yeah shrek is a fashion icon

This is not what I wanted my legacy to be

the gays do win

when i tell you my heart and my ovaries exploded

i’m not surprised that i come back to babies

But at least predictive text knows I’m gay

I am a girl who has no money to spend

It’s a way of life that’s thrusted upon you

If he’s a tree, call me a tree LOVER cause I will climb him like a squirrel in search of the nuts :wink:

I misread that as dill and I was like hell yeah I know the pickle

the straights are cringe

frappes are the gateway drug

Soggy leaves is not nice

What is it about men ending in -vin that just make them twats

Oh no I’m tempting myself with old nudes

i love hearing my buses scream

I hope the guy in front of me appreciates my boobs bouncing constantly

skeletons are my worst enemy

I don’t lie, unless you mean lying down in which case that’s my constant state of being

YOU ARE AN HOUR AHEAD YOU CHEESEBALL

you have to be a responsible adult

I don’t want to adult I’m allergic

guys she’s gone, that means we can talk about her

i’m denying you tea

I am distraught omg not the cheese

I AM SIN

I only know how to write morons

in my defense, i have the memory of a walnut rn

Giving cis men with small dicks teslas was the worst thing the world ever did.

dont cry, just sit in the sink

i am a dumb question

I cannot tell if I’m awake or want to sleep

I am in a permanent state of wtf

I can’t even afford myself

I’m actually room temperature

#rph #sentence starter meme #starter meme #ask memes #rp meme #sero.meme

[ohbaby-obaeme]

ungodly screeching

hello hello!! first post ever so kinda nervous but! i hope everyone enjoys and a reminder that reblogs and feedback are always appreciated!!

characters: lucifer, mammon, leviathan

content/trigger warnings: cursing, angsty on mammon's part, mild lesson 16 mentions, descriptions of death but nothing too graphic

a/n: the song i was listening to at 3 am when i wrote this was 'life goes on' by BTS. i recommend giving it a listen!

“LIKE AN ECHOOOO IN THE FORESSTTTT”

all 7 startled up, regardless if they were awake or not. muddled due to the unholy hour, he stumbled out of bed towards your room, not yet registering that these were screams of passion, not of fear. only halfway there does he realize you’re screaming lyrics. very badly, at that.

“AAHHHHHH AAAAHHH AAHHHHHHH~ AUUUHHHHHAHHHHH!! AUUUHHAAHHHH!!!”

he was going to kill you.

Lucifer:

the vein in his head was 3 seconds away from separating itself from his forehead and strangling you

he wasn’t asleep or awake; in that semi-lucid state as he rested his eyes for a little longer than he would like to admit. the paperwork was particularly heavy tonight.

he strides to your room in less time than it took you to reach the next verse, his purple aura out and about ready to send you to the celestial realm

the door to your room creaks as it swings open, but you don’t really notice, still too lost in the good, good sauce

“MC.”

a chill goes down your spine. you turn slowly to see the thing of nightmares. a lucifer morningstar in his full demon form with bags so heavy under his eyes he looked like a panda

“…”

“…”

“…was I being loud?”

yknow, satan gets compared to lucifer a lot, but for a second, you could swear you saw satan in lucifer’s glare

“i’m sorry” you deployed your best puppy eyes, hoping he would just let you go. unlikely, but possible.

the anger left his eyes soon enough. we all know he’s a cheeseball when it comes to you. now he just looked like a tired old man

a sigh left his mouth. “go to sleep” he says as you nod and scramble to get ready for bed.

you’re more than grateful to be let off so lightly. now you just have to do as he says and you’ll both forget the whole ordeal. just when you’re thanking their father for your good luck-

“oh, you’re cleaning the entire house tomorrow. good luck with mammon’s room.”

god fucking damn it.

Mammon:

human’s in danger, human’s in danger, human’s in danger

everyone likes to shit on him but no one can deny the fact that when he needs to, he’s terrifyingly good at protecting his family. and you were just that, and more.

before the second garbled lyric can leave your throat, he’s slamming your door open. in the few seconds it takes you to react, he’s already assessed the room for possible intruders/ dangers and has come to the conclusion that there were none- you were just devil spawn.

but it takes his heart a while to catch up to his mind, and you take off your headphones to an incredibly still mammon staring into your soul with a look you’ve never seen before.

he’s scared, he realizes with a pang in his chest, he’s so fucking scared that you would be taken away from him again. the same thing had happened the other time, on another seemingly unremarkable night which only marked itself on the calendar with the splatter of your blood. he can see it then, the way your eyes were still open, even as the light keeping them alive had long faded; the way they seemed to ask him how he could let this happen. it goes without saying that he was your protector, but not only had he failed spectacularly at the only job he had, it was also entirely preventable. had he just crashed at your room like he always did, or invited you to his, tsundere persona be damned, you would still be alive today. the original version of you.

and so he spirals, leaving you to panic, especially when you see the tears gathering on his waterline. you’re throwing your arms around him, grabbing at his shoulders, lowering yourself to peer directly into his downcast eyes, anything to get him to look at you. it’s only when you run your thumbs along his cheekbones and kiss the corner of his eye that he looks up, seemingly just remembering that you were here.

“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry” you say, not really knowing what you’re apologizing for.

he shakes his head, clearing the salt from his eyes and finally turning to look at you. “it’s not your fault” he says softly, pulling you in and resting his chin on top of your head. you hear his crackling sniffles from above you as he clears his airway. you stay there for a while, allowing him time to recollect himself.

“you’re an awful singer, you know.” that, and the clear laugh he lets out when you pull back and hit him on the chest tells you that’s it all going to be okay.

Leviathan:

see, he was already one step ahead of you. he was in his room having his own solo karaoke party, when his little reptile ears picked up some ungodly screeching. and you know this is impressive because 1) you were screeching so shrilly you weren’t sure if snakes could even hear, and 2) you got through the ruri chan theme song which he was blasting at full volume through his mega professional speakers.

he slithers (hehe) to your room slowly, pausing a thousand times along the way because he knows sometimes you don’t wanna be disturbed while you’re screaming your lungs out, and because who would wanna see a gross otaku like him in the middle of the night anyway

but the thought of seeing you so passionate, just like him, urges his little awkward butt forward and he finds your door half open, revealing you inside going batshit crazy

using a hairbrush as a mic, you were banging your head back and forth as if possessed, screaming without a care in the world

so in awe, so so in love, he doesn’t realize that his eyes have taken on a shine and his cheeks have taken on a fierce blush. he doesn’t even realize that he’s uttered out “m-moe…” and you are now staring at him like a deer caught in headlights

when his eyes meet yours he JUMPS like a cartoon, and is about ready to run away when you ask “wanna sing together?”

now at least when lucifer inevitably catches you and strings you up from the chandelier in cerberus’ doghouse, you won’t be alone :)

#obey me #obmswd #obey me headcanons #obey me fluff #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me scenarios #obey me boys

[skrunklybf-archived]

'' am i dreaming? '' '' nope. this is all me. '' with reiner plssssss and thank you ❤️

♡ thank you for the request my lovely ♡

wc: 650

Say what you want about Reiner Braun, but the man was too soft for his own good.

He was waiting. Waiting, waiting, waiting for the movie to end. The film was interesting enough, and he definitely swooned over feeling you lean into his side for nearly two hours, but something was busy burning a hole in his pocket.

An expensive hole, one that he spent months saving up for.

It would be worth it, though, so worth it once he can show you the final surprise of the night.

Lost in thought, busy scripting out exactly what he'd say to you in that moment, he nearly missed the credits begin to roll. Guests began leaking out of the theater doors, chatting quietly to one another. A gentle squeeze on his thigh brought Reiner back to reality -- you were gazing up at him, nearly glowing under the soft lighting.

Your hands wrapped around his arm so perfectly as the both of you walked outside. So far, everything's going to plan, Reiner thought with a soft smile. You mused about the movie, a cute little romcom with your favorite actor in it, too wrapped up in your own playful film analysis to notice your boyfriend leading you past his car. Only when the sound of running water hit your ears did you realize where you were.

"Rei, you cheeseball," you smiled sweetly, "I should've known."

Reiner offered a soft hum and led you to the edge of the fountain. He guided you by your hips and sat you down next to him.

"Can you believe it was three years ago today that you pushed me in here?" he chuckled once you scoffed.

"I didn't push you babe, you fell in!"

"I was trying to keep you from falling in, actually, so hush."

The memory of your first date was still etched into your mind, collaged neatly among all the other sweet and thoughtful things he had done for you. Reiner claimed he'd never had a long-term partner before you, but damn was he a hopeless romantic.

A gentle rhythm from the fountain kissed your ears, the blonde spending his time capturing your hand and rubbing soft circles over the top. He seemed deep in thought. You took a moment to soak in his handsome features -- your favorite gentle giant.

"Angel?" Reiner spoke suddenly, nearly startling you. The pet name left you feeling warm inside. "Hmm?" you scooted closer and bumped your knees together.

"Can you close your eyes for me?"

"Only if you promise not to push me in as revenge."

He laughed, a deep lovely sound you adored from the beginning. "Three years is a long time to be plotting something like that, but yes, I promise."

So you slid your eyes closed, taking in a long breath through your nose. His cologne mixed with the running water at your side, a unique combination that once again brought you back to your first date. Warm hands shuffled with your dominant hand, draping something cool around your wrist. Butterflies flurried excitedly in your stomach at the sensation.

Reiner copied your breath and whispered for you to open your eyes.

A gorgeous bracelet shimmered against your skin -- little gems matching both of your birthstones nestled themselves in the metal, shining back at you. Something stole your breath right from your lungs as you admired it.

"Am I dreaming?" fell softly from your lips, raising your hand for a closer look.

Reiner cupped your cheek gently, his large thumb sweeping across your cheekbone.

"Nope, this is all me." he smiled brilliantly. Watching your enchanted expression mold into one of adoration sent his heart knocking dangerously in his chest. Absolutely worth all the anticipation, the blonde decided giddily, your lips pressing themselves firmly against his before either of you could say anything else.

The only question is how he'll manage to top it all next year.

#request #reiner braun #reiner x reader #attack on titan #aot

[wildemaven]

As it turns out I'm feeling much better after having the night off and cooking/baking my little heart out with music playing, half a bottle of wine then a long hot hot bubble bath.

Anyway this got me thinkin about our boy Frankie. So imagine it's Friday eveningish, it's guys night and it's Frankie's turn hosting. So you've been cooking and baking to feed four grown men. Frankie comes into the kitchen and looks around. He sees cheeseball, a crockpot of BBQ meatballs, cookiecake bars and dill pickle cream cheese roll ups. Frankie comes up behind you and rests his chin on your shoulder. He's pouting.

"Mi amor, why do you never make any of my favorites for guys night?" He asks honest to God a little upset.

You turn and face him. "What do you mean?"

"You make cheeseball for Pope, meatballs for Will and those weird ass pickle roll ups for Benny."

You hum your understanding. "Frankie I do too make your favorite ever guys nights..."

He interrupts frustrated. "Do not."

You tilt your head and raise an eyebrow as you wrap your arms around his neck. "Francisco Morales what is your favorite snack in the whole world....that only you get to eat...and the guys never ever get any?"

Frankie looks at you confused then the light bulb goes off in his brain. "The guys won't be for an hour....can we go upstairs so I can have a snack to hold me over till after they're gone." He asks in a low lust filled voice.

You smile as you kiss his lips. "Baby, I'm always open 24/7 for you."

HEATHER!!!!! It’s nearly 4 am and now I’m HUNGRY for this!!

😮‍💨 Frankie would be so needy too! But we love a needy man!!

I’m gonna assume Frankie texts the guys that the evening canceled— He needs seconds and thirds

Also, I’m glad you are feeling better!! Cooking and baking are the sometimes so therapeutic.

Thanks for these thots! They’re gonna be floatin around with me all day!!

#wildemaven answers #movievilliainess721 #frankie morales imagine #Pedro pascal #Frankie morales

[mlobsters]

supernatural s5e14 my bloody valentine (w. ben edlund)

wow, everyone really went for it on this scene. it could have gone just pure gore but they really kept that sex edge to it. impressive

ALICE'S ROOMMATE There was blood everywhere...and... other stuff...I think Alice was already dead.

okay.

ALICE'S ROOMMATE No premarital. I used to wonder how she did it. I mean, you know, didn't do it. It was her first date in months. She was so excited.

SAM Apparently, they were both pretty excited.

made me laugh. just missing the caruso sunglasses move. what the cheeseball

DEAN Well, then what, then? Oh, dude! At the coroner's-- you didn't see these bodies. I mean, these two started eating and they just... kept going. I mean, their stomachs were full. Like Thanksgiving-dinner full. Talk about co-dependent.

(oop the snazzy laptop desktop background is back)

see they're not so bad, they're not eating each other to death! model of a healthy relationship. codependent shmodependent

SAM Go ahead. Unleash the kraken. See you tomorrow morning.

is that what we're calling dean's dick now?

DEAN Where am I going?

SAM Dean, it's Valentine's day. Your favorite holiday, remember? I mean, what do you always call it-- Uh, unattached drifter Christmas?

DEAN Oh, yeah. Well... be that as it may...I don't know. Guess I'm not feeling it this year.

SAM So you're not into bars full of lonely women?

DEAN Nah, I guess not. Ahh. What?

SAM That's when a dog doesn't eat-- that's when you know something's really wrong.

DEAN Remarkably patronizing concern duly noted. Nothing's wrong. We gonna work or what?

was thinking i recognized him from another spn episode (yes s1e19) but also yes from the killing

the killing s1e9 undertow - jay brazeau as judge russell elliot

DEAN Hey. (hands Sam one of the hearts they're examining) Be my Valentine?

LOL another moment i read in fic and didn't think actually happened. ham

these idiots

i think i know this dude from commercials.

lex medlin in a bunch of ads listed on ispot.tv

again tying into the main arc with the cupid being behind john and mary. that's you know, okay i guess. lol

and good job sam, telling dean about the demon encounter (aka writers for not deciding to angst over this for the millionth time). and that demon was rocking an intense contour. and pretty handy trick there for sam, sniffing out demon blood. except for the addiction situation. where is demon blood methadone when you need it

double gold star for sam telling dean he needs to stay back

hope he has a pillow or something. shoulda dragged the tv in for distraction. nothing like being in pain/freaking out and having nothing to do but focus on the fact that you're in pain/freaking out

DEAN Hey, when I want to drink, I drink. When I want sex, I go get it. Same goes for a sandwich or a fight.

CASTIEL So...you're saying you're just well-adjusted?

DEAN God, no. I'm just well-fed.

wasn't expecting that to be the explanation for why he's immune.

FAMINE Yes. I see. That's one deep, dark nothing you got there, Dean. Can't fill it, can you? Not with food or drink. Not even with sex.

DEAN Oh, you're so full of crap.

FAMINE Oh, you can smirk and joke and lie to your brother, lie to yourself, but not to me! I can see inside you, Dean. I can see how broken you are, how defeated. You can't win, and you know it. But you just keep fighting. Just... keep going through the motions. You're not hungry, Dean, because inside, you're already...dead.

okay listen, we're depressed. it's true. but really? neither reason seems terribly plausible to me

so famine is.... destroyed? what? i thought you couldn't kill them. confused. why didn't dean just try to get his ring while sam was sucking out the demons the first time. or the second time. i get it but having dean standing there with the knife and nothing to do and cutting to his reaction periodically was ... silly

they really need to come up with a better detox system than this.

and now dean is praying? well. at least we didn't have a One Tear moment. you know who dean could use right now? fuckin ellen. ugh. faking like you're gonna extend their support network but no it's just so they can kill them off and give dean some more grief to carry around *shakes a fist*

#blood #supernatural #ben edlund #spnwatch #spn 5x14 #jay brazeau #the killing #lex medlin #unattached drifter christmas #that was a title of a fic i read recently i think lol and i wondered where it came from #so many the wild things in fic i later learn happened canonically it's a trip #hazards of reading ahead of viewing schedule #spn desktop background update

[pizza-is-my-buziness]

Have another prompt. Kiana once mentioned she thinks of Sam and Deena doing cute things like going to the drive-in and Olivia says she sees them being like demon slayers (lol). Maybe a cute discussion with Sam and Deena joking about being monster hunters/demon slayers while watching something at the drive-in. Sorry, I just rewatched their Strand Book Store video and it got me thinking :)

The words "have another prompt" just might be my favorite in the world so thanks for that.

Also this prompt is truly epic and I love every single word of this message. I still haven't watched this interview but I am definitely going to and I love the answers Kiana and Olivia gave because after having met and spent time with them, it checks out completely. So thanks, anon, for bringing back all the fond memories of Olivia' chaotic energy.

Also this prompt gave me a chance to include another little Olivia tidbit that she shared at the panel I was at, so that was an added bonus. IYKYK.

Through the speaker clipped to the car door, the dinosaur’s roar sounds tinny and pitched, far from the ferocity that Spielberg had likely imagined when bringing his vision to life, but the kids on the screen seem appropriately frightened anyway and so Deena tries not to be too critical. It would be difficult to compete with that irreproachable first time anyway, when she’d sat in the theater with Simon on one side of her Sam on the other and the pounding in her heart had had nothing to do with the T-rex on the screen.

As though spurred by the thoughts running through Deena’s mind, Sam says, “Remember when we went to see this when it came out?” her head still pillowed against Deena’s shoulder.

Where it had most definitely not been that first time, in the theater back in Shadyside when the summer that had stretched out with seemingly endless monotony had suddenly seemed painfully bright with possibility when she’d found herself sitting next to Sam in the darkened theater and let herself wonder for the first time. Her thoughts had been so scattered, so focused on the inches of space between her knee and Sam’s and the way she’d sat rigid in her chair for two and half hours because she’d been too afraid to let her elbow brush Sam’s accidentally that when Sam had asked what her favorite part of the movie had been, she’d only been able to blurt out, “The dinosaurs” because she was at least sure that was something that she knew for a fact had actually happened on the screen.

Though, to be fair, the dinosaurs are pretty great.

“Yeah,” Deena says, trying to reach for another handful of popcorn without dislodging Sam from her position tucked against her side. “Of course.”

Sam moves anyway, passing over the popcorn bucket and brushing her hair over her shoulders. “You know, I used to use the ticket stub as a bookmark. For like…months.” She shrugs. “Because every time I opened the book I thought about you.”

Even years later, even after years with Sam, statements like this still manage to find their mark directly against Deena’s heart, making it race in the way a tyrannosaurus could never hope to. “You’re such a cheeseball,” she tells Sam, as though she hadn’t kept her own ticket stub tucked into the drawer of her nightstand, proof that, for one night at least, she sat next to Samantha Fraser in a movie theater and let herself imagine it was the type of thing she would get to do forever. “It’s kind of embarrassing actually.”

“Oh really?” Sam smirks, raising her eyebrows. “Weren’t you the one who wanted to come to this tonight because it was like our first date?”

Deena clears her throat, studying the popcorn bucket in her lap with a determined focus. “I don’t think I said first date…”

“Well, you thought it,” Sam says, which is infuriatingly true and something she is infuriatingly good at most of the time. “Which I guess it kind of was.”

“You think so?” Deena tilts her head, thinking over the idea. “I don’t think our actual first date was that bad.”

How could anything involving the words “date” and “Sam” in the same sentence and context be bad? It’s still a philosophy that Deena holds pretty near and dear to her heart.

Sam reaches over to take a handful of popcorn. “Even though you kept stalling out whenever we tried to drive somewhere?”

“I was nervous!” Deena protests, picking up the popcorn bucket and holding it out reach, using her shoulder to try and block Sam from reaching to grab it back. “I kept thinking about what I was going to do if you tried to kiss me.”

Sam smirks, lifting her eyebrows. “If I tried to kiss you? I don’t remember it like that…”

“No, it totally was,” Deena says with a grin and this time she surrenders the popcorn bucket when Sam leans into her to get close enough to grab it, though Sam doesn’t make an effort to slip out of Deena’s space once she’s got it. “I remember it like it was yesterday.”

“Oh? You’ll have to refresh my memory then.”

Deena can’t resist the shiver the trails down her spine, can’t ignore the press of Sam’s knee against her thigh, and she lets her gaze drop toward Sam’s lips before returning to her eyes. “It was a lot like this actually.”

Only then they had been in the front seat of Deena’s car rather than sitting in the back like they are now, and Deena had been nervous enough that she’d slammed her knee into the gear shift and Sam had started laughing and the sound of it had flooded Deena with a startling calm and a crackling need that had suddenly made it easy to lean closer and press their lips together.

That feeling of need, of anticipation, is still there even now, even though Deena has long since lost track of how often she’s been able to pull Sam to her and kiss her. Their lips meet and Sam’s closeness, the subtle saltiness of her lips and the feeling of her skin beneath Deena’s palm, are more than enough to distract from the movie still playing out on the screen in front of them, the sounds of rustling and chirping coming through the box speaker fading to the back of her mind.

Unfortunately, it seems that Sam is not so easily distracted.

The sensation of her lips quickly becomes nothing more than a memory as Sam pulls away suddenly and Deena opens her eyes, brow furrowing. Sam’s attention has shifted, something Deena tries not to take personally. “I love this part,” Sam says as though once again sensing the direction of Deena’s thoughts.

On the screen, the guy from that sitcom her father had always loved -much to Deena’s confusion and annoyance- is attempting to throw a stick for a dinosaur rather than getting the hell away from the dinosaur which is most definitely what Deena thinks she would be doing in his situation. And she feels like facing down a group of undead murderers has given her the right to be a little bit judgmental of people’s life choices.

The dinosaur quickly turns ferocious and murder-y and Deena glances at Sam out of the corner of her eye. “I worry about you sometimes.”

“Oh come on,” Sam says, bumping their shoulders together. “That’s cool. Look at its…fan thing.”

Deena laughs, shaking her head. “Yeah, I think ‘fan thing’ is definitely the scientific term.”

“Thought so,” Sam says, settling herself against the back of the seat.

There may be a smile on her face while the dinosaur eats the guy, but Deena loves her nonetheless.

It doesn’t take long before the popcorn bucket has been relegated to its spot on the floorboards once more and Sam has her head on Deena’s shoulder again, her fingers brushing absently against the curve of Deena’s wrist and skimming over the hills and valleys of her knuckles. Deena is certain she could be anywhere in the world in this moment and be perfectly happy as long as she has Sam’s head on her shoulder and the gentle brush of the tips of Sam’s fingers against her skin. The steady feeling of contentment settles itself across her shoulders the way it does so frequently now and the idea that flits across her mind -I could do this forever- doesn’t terrify her the way it used to.

Somewhere around the time Dr. Sattler unwisely declares the park to be back in business, Sam finally lifts her head and says, “Have you thought any more about what your advisor said? About narrowing down your major?”

Deena sighs, just barely managing to stifle a groan, though she’s sure that Sam knows her well enough to imagine it anyway. “I thought we weren’t going to talk about school or the future this weekend,” she points out, giving Sam a pointed look. “Or are we also going to talk about what you’re going to do next semester.”

It’s not like the prospect of actually becoming a college graduate and doing something with her life outside of toiling away in Shadyside for the rest of her life has lost its appeal, but there are a few times where Deena thinks it would be easier just to bury her face in her pillow and not get out of bed for a week or two.

Being eaten by a dinosaur might be more pleasant than trying to narrow down what she actually wants to do with the rest of her life.

“Oh, I know what I’m going to do,” Sam assures her.

Deena lifts her eyebrows because this is definitely news to her. She’s become well acquainted with coming home from classes to find Sam sitting in the empty bathtub -her favorite spot in the apartment to work through whatever might be weighing on her mind at the moment. In fact, Deena had found her there just yesterday, which had partially inspired the suggestion that they needed to get out of the apartment and do something other than figure out how they were going to spend their last year of college and, apparently, the rest of their lives.

“Really?” Deena asks, and she can’t tell if its skepticism or envy coloring her tone.

Sam shrugs. “I think we should just become monster hunters. I mean, we already know that we’re pretty good at it. Well, you’re pretty good at it.”

The casualness with which Sam makes this statement makes Deena laugh before she can control the impulse and her reaction gets a grin out of Sam, though she still tries to feign sincerity. “What? It works for Buffy.”

“Demon hunting,” Deena repeats, once she’s managed to swallow down enough for her laughter to form actual words. “I…didn’t know that was an option.”

“For us? Definitely.”

“In that case why are we even going to college?” Deena asks. “Hell, let’s just start right now. There has to be a demon around here that needs killing.”

“Or a curse that needs breaking.”

Deena grins, shaking her head, and pulling Sam closer. “Yeah, I think that only happens when I’m feeling particularly motivated.”

Sam smiles, her nose brushing against Deena’s before she kisses her, and this time not even the tinny roar of the T-rex is enough to distract them.

#sameena #fear street #sam/deena #prompts! #sam fraser #deena johnson #also dinosaurs #three things I love