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[mymitochondriaforpresident]

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I just started crying

[death-by-mercury]

𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘰, 𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘦, 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 ❤︎

𝘚𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 1937

[inkcat1987]

Killer eraser :3

[moondustbaby]

Best Friend Rafe Cameron Headcanons pt.4

Bsf!Rafe x Bsf!Reader

✨1k celebration post✨

✿ his phone is always on 2%, but your contact is pinned, favorited, and set with a custom alert that overrides do not disturb.

✿ when you get too drunk at parties, he doesn’t roll his eyes or ditch you—he holds your hair back, makes you drink water, and lets you wear his flannel like a cape while you eat Taco Bell in the passenger seat with your eyes half closed.

✿ he calls you dude and baby in the same breath. “dude. baby. you cannot wear that in front of me.”

✿ he once tackled you into a pool and then held you after to “make sure you didn’t hit your head” (you didn’t).

✿ whenever you paint your nails, he immediately holds his hand out and lets you paint his pinky to match.

✿ his bedroom is your safe place. even when he’s not home. sometimes you just show up, let yourself in, and crawl into his bed like it’s yours—and when he gets back, he doesn’t ask questions. he just climbs in behind you and pulls the covers over both of you.

a/n: yay!! this is one of three headcanon sets i put together for my 1k celebration 🥹 thank you for being here and letting me scream about my delusions with you 🫶🏻

♥️ lani

✨1k celebration schedule✨

[laspicyfresa]

Twins? No. Triplets.

I know people HC Tech and Cross as twins and I do agree BUT if omega would have aged at the same time as them and would have fought alongside them from the start, MY headcanon is that they are triplets! I feel like all three complement each other. Very much Earth (Omega), Sun (Tech), and Moon (Crosshair) ♥️

BONUS: The triplets in ✨Suits✨

Note: I had a tough time figuring out the creases in the suits so they might (definitely) be off. I gotta practice more on it 🥴

[half-bloodorange]

THE RING SHOUT IN SINNERS

I haven’t seen many people talk about the Ring Shout in Sinners so I wanna bring up a few points. Ring Shouts , or Plantation Shouts (sidenote: I grew up hearing it called Cake Walk Shout [ side note to the side note: cake walk is also an African American Carnival Game and also a style of dance that mocked white people “fancy dancing” back in the day]). The ring shout is an affirmation of black life, a declaration of the sanctity of it. I’ve read that in days of share croppers and plantation workers (slaves) we used to bless ourselves, our work , and our land.

“You got a right to the Tree of Life.”

I was raised with a song similar but in the early 2000’s in the region of the south I grew up in our cry had/has morphed into “You got a right to stay alive.” This change is likely due to the prevalence and impacts of police brutality on our men, women and children. Our realities have changed yet our need to affirm to ourselves that our lives matter have not.

Here’s where Sinner comes in. When they are outside of the Juke Joint the fledgling vampires and Remmick were doing a Ring Shout. Remmick imbued it with some of his Irish culture (which was not uncommon at the time black and immigrant and native traditions were in constant conversation with each other) but it was an AA Ring Shout all the same. Like I said multiple times before this Ring Shout was an Affirmation of Life and all of them motherfuckers was dead, ironic lol. Not only were they dead but their “right to the tree of life” (joining the ancestors and being venerated) and their “right to stay alive” was cruelly and brutally stolen from them.

There’s also this comparison of the vampires being culty that struck me as odd. I know it was one of their tactics to be let in/ to get Sammi but why this specifically. I consume a lot of vampire media and the way Remmick and Cornbread and them were trying to reel the humans in with the sixties hippy ‘love will heal us all’ is so unique to the vampire genre. I at least haven’t seen that before. The temptation is always immortality, strength, power yada yada ya. I’ve done a Cake Walk Shout before and it is an overwhelmingly lovely experience, and you do feel love all around you but it’s not cult-y like that. Lmao I am rambling but it definitely means something. I just don’t know what yet.

Some one smarter than me could probably make some deeper points (please do!) but I thought this was all worthy of noting.

Additional Information 🤎

it was serious, but also it was also fun. we can always have fun. i really love my people. 🥺♥️✨

• those of us that attend church still shout just not in a circle 🤍

• also if you grew up playing “Little Sally Walker” you’ll find that it is likely inspired by all of this this.

[maxivstappen]

౨ৎ WHAT A COINCIDENCE ! ‧₊˚.

౨ৎ part of my short n’ sweet series (not posted yet) ౨ৎ

smau — angst & sweet revenge

pairing — charles leclerc x reader / lando norris x reader ( fc: sabrina carpenter )

summary — charles has a habit of running back to you whenever things don’t work out between him and alex, but how long will you be willing to keep up with his shit?

warnings / disclaimer — none, just some swearing!

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6th February 2024 - @.yourusername ✓ just posted on INSTA!

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yourusername the only thing that surprised me yesterday was, in fact, the cake ✨ wouldn’t have wanted to spend it any other way — thank you for all your birthday wishes <3

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landonorris ✓ pretty girl

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carlossainz55 ✓ @.landonorris omg🥹 you’re growing up lando

user3 @.carlossainz55 NOT HIM SIDING WITH LANDO THIS IS SO MESSY

user1 i cannot handle everything that’s happened yesterday and today

user2 @.user1 what’s going on?

user3 @.user2 charles and his ex got together again right on y/n‘s birthday and she’s very obviously throwing shade in her caption (saying she’s not surprised because alex and charles are always on&off) + lando just called her pretty girl???

user2 @.user3 omg queen, lando should make a move

milliebobbybrown ✓ happy birthday bb

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user4 @.milliebobbybrown eleven what are you doing here

user7 ICONIC ICON

user5 oscar and lily were there, carlos, lando, george and max were there, where the hell was charles??? he didn’t even like the post

user6 @.user5 he’s with alex again :(

user5 @.user6 WHAT

user6 @.user5 yes even worse, he left the morning of her bday to fly out to alex

user7 @.user6 nobody confirmed it stop talking shit

user8 @.user7 charles was seen at an airport just that morning + it wouldn’t be out of character for him, he’s always been like this + he wasn’t at her bday party but they were still seen together one day before + half of the grid was there but he wasn’t

user8 the caption is so ironic 😭😭

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23rd August 2024 - @.landonorris ✓ just posted a story on INSTA! (playing: coincidence by y/n l/n)

@.yourusername replied : i love you more lan🥹

@.danielricciardo replied : i thought your obsession would stop now that you’re together but these past months have all proven me very wrong😔

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yourusername what a coincidence! I’ve got a few surprises for you! first of all, my new single “coincidence” is out now! second, music video for said song is coming tomorrow ANNNNNNDDDD surprise surprise surprise!!! MY NEW ALBUM “Short n’ Sweet” COMING OUT NOVEMBER 13TH <333

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user1 ALBUM OF THE YEAR ALBUM OF THE YEAR ALBUM OF THE YEAR

user2 i want her so bad

user3 @.user2 same

user4 IS THAT LANDO’S HEAD ON THE FOURTH SLIDE

user5 @.user4 IT IS

user6 @.user4 HE’LL BE IN HER MV I THINK

user7 @.user6 OH MY GOD

user8 i want both her and lando

user9 lmao charles in the likes👀👀

user10 probably wants her back

landonorris ✓ 🤭🤭

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user11 @.landonorris @.charles_leclerc omg look charles!😧 it’s not that hard to interact with and post your girlfriend !!!

user12 @.landonorris PLEASE GET MARRIED HAVE KIDS PLEASE

user13 im gonna stream this til my neighbours know the lyrics by heart

oscarpiastri ✓ lando won’t shut up about you

carlossainz55 ✓ @.oscarpiastri he never will

user14 i love how they’re all friends with y/n🥹🥹

user15 oscar and carlos interaction in y/n’s comment section might be my favourite thing ever

user16 please more charles hate songs 👍

mclaren ✓ streaming rn as we speak

user17 THE ALBUM’S COMING OUT ON LANDO’S BIRTHDAY🥹🥹🥹

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first smau ever !! probs not the best but i hope you like it anyway :)

[goorgeousz]

hi hi baby♥️how are you?

so...i was thinking maybe the reader likes to leave kiss marks on hotch's shirts either near the heart or on the collar of his shirt, maybe the reader is not a member of the bau or maybe works in another unit but in the same building and does not know that jokes are their love language and when they start making jokes about their relationship, calling it 'childish love,' she gets a little embarrassed and stops doing it, and when hotch asks her She tells him she wishes she had been born earlier and tells him she heard about the jokes and he says 'that's why you stopped doing it?🤨' and she tells him that she stopped doing it so that they wouldn't make fun of him, and he takes the time to explain that that's the team dynamic.

and the next morning he arrives with a kiss on the cheek or chin, very proud of it, holding her hand🥹🥹 and when they say goodbye, he takes her face in his big hands and kisses her all over and she just laughs silly and cute.🥹🥹🥹🤍🤍🤍 and hotch is kind of like 'please kiss me forever🥺'

congratulations on 400 followers, love, you deserve many more!🥹🎉♥️♥️

also, as always, only write this if you're comfortable, and if you think you need to change anything about this, pls do, i'm happy to read anything you write, i hope this has the same meaning written as i imagined it.🥲♥️

i hope you have a great week, sending you lots of love!✨✨

xoxoxo

lipstick stain | aaron hotchner

pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!reader summary: you stop kissing your boyfriend because his friends were making fun of him. aaron was having none of it. content/tw: reader wears lipstick, established relationship, age gap, height difference, very silly, fluff, mentions of them having sex (not descriptive), suggestive ending word count: 2.9k a/n: hey my love!!!! i’m great, currently on finals week so a little bit stressed out, but overall fine!! how ab you?? i truly hope you’re okay!! thank you so much, i’m so happy! also, thank you for this request, you already now i’m the biggest fan of whatever you suggest me! it’s so on character of him (in my opinion) and i always have the best time writing them!!! again, thank you so much for everything!!!! sending you much much love, have a great one!!! xxxxx dividers by @uzmacchiato masterlist <3

Standing next to Aaron, even on high heels, you face his chest. Which was very convenient in moments like this, in which you helped him adjust his tie, trying not to blush while he stared you down with that much attention. 

Softening the fabric of his dress shirt – already perfectly smooth – in a delicate caress, your hand stopped at his chest, right above his heart. Even with the layers of clothing, you felt the strong and steady beat of his heart, like it was claiming for your attention. Impulsively, feeling a rush of affection, you leaned forward and kissed the spot, feeling his torno vibrate under your lips.

As soon as you stepped back, your eyes widened. In the middle of the blindingly white fabric, a kiss stain stood out, its shade between pink and maroon, exactly like the lipstick you’d just applied a few minutes before.

“Oh my god, Aaron, I’m sorry. Take it off, I’ll wash it in a minute.” you urged, trying to tug his shirt out of his pants.

“There’s no need.” he said, gently stopping your hands and moving them out of his shirt.

“There’s no… Are you crazy? Are you going to use a stained shirt?”

“Customized” he corrected, smirking as he looked at himself in the mirror, his expression somehow… proud? “Besides, you can’t even see it under the suit.” to prove his explanation, he dressed up the suit, buttoning up and smiling cheekily at you, as if saying ‘Told you so’.

He was right, it wasn’t visible. You frowned, still embarrassed for staining his expensive shirt. He just grabbed your face between his palms, leaving a kiss on the wrinkles on your nose.

“It’ll be our secret. Like Clark Kent.” he joked, his face mockingly serious.

“That’s my 12 old self’s dream.”

“Superman was your childhood crush?” his tone was a mix of mockery and amusement.

“Yeah, I guess I’ve always had a thing for tall brunettes with a savior complex.”

Aaron laughed loudly at that, his head threw back. All the embarrassment you felt before simply vanished.

And just like that, a ritual started. Every day you drove to work together (almost every day), just before you parted ways, you left a hidden kiss on him. On his shoulder, on his arms, his wrist, his chest. Sometimes, when you were feeling specially bold, you kissed just below his tie. And whenever he was free (which was rarer than you liked), he sent you a picture of the stain with a message (many of those, if ever caught, would send you both to a week-long seminar on inappropriate behavior at work) about how he missed you.

It was silly. A ridiculous habit, even. But it was so good, so fun. And it was yours. You loved every second.

That’s it, until one day where you’d been particularly careless. To your defense, you’d spent days apart because of one of those complex cases. So it wasn’t your fault that you wanted to spend every free moment making out with each other. And that morning he was – for a lack of better word – irresistible, with his hair messy and still dump from the shower, the mix of his soap, after shave and cologne invading your nostrils and clouding your senses, his perfectly smoothened white shirt and tie still undone – one could argue that that was his looks every single day, but there was something in the air, you swore.

So, yes, you may have pushed him back to bed. And you might have suggested – begged , with wide glistening eyes and a whine – that he kept his suit on while he trusted in and out of you. And you definitely grabbed him by the lapels of his suit, leaving a kiss stain right on the collar of his shirt, where he couldn’t be able to hide it, and whispered how he was all yours while an earth-shattering orgasm washed over you.

Although he was the one to blame, in his opinion. And he didn’t complain in the slightest, puffing his chest proudly as he finished getting dressed, zipping his pants back on and admiring the red stain contrasting with the white of his shirt. 

On that very same day, not having yet made up for the time apart, as soon as you were out of the clock, you got into the elevator, leaving your floor and  going straight up to your boyfriend’s. Knowing the workaholic you so lovingly called yours, you knew he would stay late, drawing himself on paperwork. It was only fair to order take-out, have dinner with him and lay on his office’s comfortable couch, enjoying his presence (in silence) (it was never silent for long, but that was the condition to be there so you had to pretend). Some of the many perks of dating a unit chief.

You were seated, your shoes long forgotten somewhere on the corner of the room, your legs crossed under you as you waited for Aaron to grab napkins and cups from the shared kitchen when you heard it. His office’s door had stayed open since your relationship stopped being a secret long ago.

“Next thing we’ll see is Hotch wearing a leash” Morgan’s voice echoed through the bullpen.

“Morgan, please.” you heard Aaron’s exasperated tone, muffled by the collective laughter.

“Don’t listen to him, Hotch” Emily defended “It’s very common nowadays between the seventh graders.” another wave of laughter filled the room.

“It’s adorable, actually.” JJ added, amused.

“Didn’t Henry get home with a similar stain on his cheek last week?” Spencer asked, even him joining the teasing

“Enough. I can still fire all of you.” your boyfriend threatened, receiving more laughs and jokes in return.

And that’s the last thing you heard before he walked back into the office, rolling his eyes in annoyance and closing the door with a bit more force than usual. 

Not knowing how to react, you just pretended you didn’t hear it, offering him a smile and throwing a random comment about the food.

The rest of the dinner went pleasantly, but half of you wasn’t there. You couldn’t stop thinking about what his team said. Wasn’t it actually childish? You and Aaron had an age gap, indeed. Visually undeniable. But that’s never been a thing between you.

All the horrors you dealt with on a daily basis made you seem older than others your age, and even though you were considerably younger than him, it wasn’t noticeable in your conversations and not once you had a problem because of immaturity or anything of the sort. But it was something you thought about, sometimes. Being with someone older and, specially, as responsible and stable as Aaron, there’s no way you wouldn’t second guess yourself, at least once. Luckily, he was too good of a person to ever make you feel insecure about it, which led you with only your anxious mind to blame.

The relationship you built was so solid and healthy that you usually found yourself forgetting to worry about the outside world, about what others may think, too wrapped up on your own little happy bubble. But, obviously, his friends would question the fact that he ended up with someone that younger than him. You just didn’t know it would affect you that much.

You didn’t want to embarrass Aaron. So, although you pretend everything were fine,  that thought stayed in the back of your mind.

On the next day, you ended up getting late — for a very good reason. three good reasons, actually — and on the elevator, ready to part ways, Hotch leaned closer to you, angling his torso in a move that was more of a muscular memory than a conscious decision, and waited for the kiss.

Needless to say, you panicked. You definitely weren’t ready to have that discussion, so just turning your head and denying him his kiss was not an option. And you were still feeling too anxious to be able to ignore it all and stain his shirt again and risk his dignity.

So, since you still hadn’t had time — again, for great reasons —  to think about how to handle the situation, you simply did the best you could: yanked him by the neck and locked your lips to his.

Caught by surprise, Aaron stayed still for a second. But nothing more than that, because the very next moment he relaxed, smiling into the kiss and squeezing your hip with his free hand. Before he could ask you anything, the elevator came to a stop, reaching your floor first, and you stepped out hurriedly, mumbling a “i love you” and giving him a smile that you hoped looked mischievous but probably just seemed phony.

The next few days went just as smoothly (not at all). You realized he won’t stop doing it, reaching for your kisses, so you come up with the best solution available: stop wearing lipstick.

As expected, he noticed it and questioned you instantly. To which you replied with another question “Why? Didn’t like it?” resorting to the most basic avoiding method.

“Of course I did.” he answered without missing a beat, his eyes falling down to your lips covered with a clear gloss, and having to force his gaze away back to your eyes after in order to continue the conversation “But I don’t think I’ve ever see you leaving the house without it”

You scoffed, turning around and checking yourself in the mirror. Being, yet again, completely obvious in your try to avoid the subject. Surprisingly enough, he didn’t catch on. “That’s probably not true.”

Before he could press you any further, you turned back to face him and joined your lips together in a slow and deep kiss. Any point he could possibly have made died just then, swallowed on pleasure sounds and the dance of your tongues.

And later, when he leaned towards you waiting for the kiss, you didn’t hesitate to graze your lips on the fabric of his shirt, happy to have found a solution that didn’t involve embarrassing him in front of his friends or explaining the reason behind your change of behavior.

Everything was fine, for now.

A few days have passed, and your guard is finally already down. On that specific morning, Aaron was ready to work, impeccable in his expansive suit, leaning against the bathroom door, watching you do your makeup, with your products layed on the counter.

He was explaining a discussion he had with the director a few days before, and you were so focused on his words you barely registered your own movements, counting on your muscular memory to repeat your daily routine.

Maybe because of that, you didn’t realize your hand subconsciously reached for the lipstick right by the sink. Your fingers hovered over it for a second, grazing the small tube, until you recovered your senses and put it to the side, quickly grabbing the closest product and secretly hoped for Aaron to be so lost on his story that he misses it.

As the attentive boyfriend – and profiler – that he was, of course he noticed it. So much that he stopped mid sentence, his eyes sharp on yours.

“What was that?” he asked slowly, arching an eyebrow.

“What was what?”

He tilted his head to the side, in a silent warning that it was not going to work.

“I got distracted.”

“Why did you stop wearing lipstick?” that was it. Point blank. There was no avoiding it now.

Nonetheless, you rolled your eyes, feeling embarrassed that this was even a topic. “No reason.”

“Honey” he coached, his voice gentle and nudging. In a span of five seconds you rolled your eyes again, sighing and deciding to just get this over with.

“I didn’t want to stain your shirt.”

He frowned, his forehead wrinkling in confusion “It’s not a stain, it’s a kiss.”

“A kiss stain. Anyway, it’s stupid.”

“No, it’s not… Where did this come from?” “Aaron,” you whined, blushing. “Not everything has to be a conversation.”

“I disagree.” he interrupted, but you didn’t even listen.

“I just don’t want you to have a meeting with the director board wearing a stained shirt. It’s not professional.”

“Since when do we care about that?” he tried, exasperated.

“We’re functional adults, government employees. Of course that…” but you had already lost his attention, his eyes narrowed in your direction through the mirror, like he was trying to read your mind.

“Adults?” you hated your choice of words “What is this really about?” you took a deep breath in resignation, letting your head drop down. Soon after, you felt his hands holding your waist, turning you to face him and gently touching your chin, tilting your face up towards his “Hey, you can tell me anything.”

“I just want to be more serious, you know? More mature.”

“You’re one of the most emotionally intelligent people I’ve known. Including me.”

“But I’m immature.”

“Not at  all. And you know it.” he asserted, serious. Then, his voice went softer again “What don’t you explain what’s going on, hm? Please, let me understand you.”

You completely melted at that “I wish I was born sooner. Be more like you guys.”

“‘You guys’ who?”

“Your team. I overheard them talking that night in your office, and I know they think our relationship is childish. And it’s obviously because of me.” 

He smiled, slowly and reverently, looking at you like you alone held the moon and the stars on your eyes.

“Sweetheart, you’re completely misreading the situation.” he said, his voice and his smile softening the blow “Listen, I know we haven’t really had that conversation yet, but you know my childhood was… hard. I was forced to mature much younger than I should've. I ended up missing many of the youths' average experiences. I buried myself into work as soon as I could, and even though it brought me where I am today, I know it cost me a lot.” he paused, taking a deep breath and staring deep into you, as if to make sure you were understanding everything “Ever since I’ve met you, I started to feel young again. In the best way possible. Not because of your age, but because of your heart. You’re kind, smart, funny and so incredibly sweet. You encourage me to be better every day, and everytime I see you I feel like a teenager experiencing my first love.”

With your heart nearly exploding with love, you tugged him closer, kissing him so deeply and tenderly, hoping that he would feel everything you could never manage to put into words.

“We don’t have to keep doing it if it makes you feel bad. But I thought you liked our little joke.” he whispered, his forehead pressed against yours. You felt your face blushing, the proximity and his voice so close and treating you with so much reverence.

“I love it. But I don’t want to be the reason why your friends make fun of you.”

Hotch stopped for a second, as if he didn’t hear what you’ve said. Then, he stepped back, with an exasperated smile. “Don’t worry about that, honey. We’re very close, the team. We tease each other all the time, it’s how we demonstrate affection. We already deal with too much darkness in our lives, that’s the way we found to keep things lighter and a little more bearable.

“Really?” you bit your lip, your eyes widening in hope. His smile grew even more.

“Mhm. They’re crazy about you. Some of them say, and I quote, that I ‘became bearable after you. Sometimes even pleasant to be around. Much less tyrant.’”

You giggled, lacing your arms around his neck “You are kind of a tyrant, indeed.”

He rolled his eyes, laughing, but visibly happier to have solved the problem than actually annoyed at your teasing.

“Nothing you ever feel makes you immature. I want to know all of your thoughts and anguish. Next time just talk to me, okay?”

You nodded “Okay.” he stared at you a little longer, just making sure you really were fine and every doubt about your relationship and yourself left entirely your mind, before he hugged you again, sneaking his arms around your waist and tugging you flush across his chest.

“And promise me, you’ll never punish me like that ever again. Depriving me of your kisses.” he mumbled, nuzzling his nose into your neck. You chuckle.

“I wasn’t punishing you.”

“It felt like it. Promise.” he insisted, his hands squeezing your hips. You leaned back just so he could see the found and honest glint in your eyes, looking at his with nothing but love, and the smirk on your lips as you extended your right hand to him, lifting your pinky in his direction.

“I promise.”

Later, when the two of you arrived at the fbi building, you had your dark and shiny lipstick tinting your lips. And in the very same color and shape of your mouth, Hotch had a mark on his jaw, showing it off like a badge.

Besides that, he also had three kiss stains distributed on his clothes: one just above the heart, another one on his lower stomach.

As for the third…

taglist: all hotch @winyourheartemma all cm @s0urw00lf @deeninadream

[jo-com]

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ ➛ Clingy

Charles Leclerc x Fem!reader x Alexandra Saint Mleux

Summary: Charles and Alex gets so clingy it’s adorable

Genre: Short Fluff, Throuple!

Tw: not anything in particular js some grammatical error and mind u this is not profread

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Yn.cult 📍NYC!! Finally back at home💋

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Bellahadid No invites??

Yn.cult NEXT TIME I PROMISE

Bellahadid You better🤨

Alexandrasaintmleux Pretty as always ma fille

Yn.cult Stopp, you’re making me blush🤭

Charles_Lecler I think you’re pretty too!

Alexandrasaintmleux i said it first tho😐

User1 THE WAY THEY’RE FIGHTING OVER HER😭😭

User2 Nah cause i’d do the same ngl

Ex.bf Staying there too! Maybe we should hang out!

Alexandrasaintmleux yeah no.

Charles_Leclerc Agreed.

User3 he shoot his shot but got rejected twice😭😭

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Yn.cult Omy to time square btw thanks for having me!💋

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User4 How can one person look cute and hot at the same time

User5 it’s called the y/n effect✨

User6 Faxx☝🏻

User7 Nah who took the first pic?🤨

Vougemagazine lovely having you!

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Alexandrasaintmleux Missing you so bad mon amour😢

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Alex pouted, her brows knitted in a frown as she stared blankly at your post; constantly refreshing it to see whether or not you replied to her comment yet.

But every time she does, she gets disappointed—not seeing your reply just makes her grow fonder of your presence.

With a deep sighed, Alex turned off her phone and buried her face in y/n’s favorite pillow. The one she uses every time they sleep, the one that has her lingering smell on it, and the one Charles and Alex coddles up whenever they miss you. Which is constantly so they fight about whoever gets it.

Alex stared blankly at the ceiling, her mind was clouded with the thoughts of you. She just misses you so much it’s killing her. Literally.

The only reason you were out was because of your job; you love modeling that’s why they couldn’t have the guts to stop you from going. But now they just wished that they stopped you.

“Ughhhhh” she sighed, dragging the h along the tone of her boredness. Her voice echoing around the empty room which caught the attention of their boyfriend.

“What’s the matter, bébé?” Charles asked, peeking his head into the doorframe.

Alex lazily dragged her head up to face charles. “Everything’s cool, i just miss her is all” she mumbled, her voice laced with sadness and longing.

Charles smiled emphatically, he knows what it’s like to miss you— he’s going through that too but he’s not taking it as hard like Alex though. He’s trying to act strong for the both of them, i mean someone has to, right?

Alex felt the couch dipped down as Charles sat besides her frame. “Should we call y/n and see what’s she’s up to?” He asked, rubbing soft circles around her back.

“No” she replied all muffled due to her head still facing down and resting on your pillow.

She wanted them to call you; to hear your sweet voice. Alex wanted nothing more than that, but then again she doesn’t want to disturb you and ruin your fun.

“Let’s just watch a movie and try to get our minds of her, yeah?” Sighing defeatedly, alex nodded her head and muttered a low ‘sure’ making Charles smile happily.

So that’s what they did, they watched a movie, and ate all the food they could find in the house until they fell asleep.

They woke up the very next day— saw your recent post and started to miss you like crazy again.

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Got bored and wanted to make this, hope you guys enjoy itt!!

[charredchesspiece]

Sebastian sets the tray on the bed just short of Ciel’s hidden knees. With quiet grace, a bowl of warm food is arranged, accented with cutlery as reflective as glass and a napkin that has never known wrinkles. Alongside the bowl is set a cup of warm milk and honey... and even a sweet helping of chocolate pudding.

Too little to late, so the saying goes, but Sebastian has no concept of such a bleak notion.

His eyes are closed; his smile is simple. This is who they are meant to be. This is how they are meant to interact. The bullets and the blood and the bath should dissolve in their memory like candy floss on a fevered tongue; it certainly has for Sebastian.

What does the past matter when there is so much future ahead of them?

"Sit up, please, young master," Sebastian coos. He does not lift a hand to hasten Ciel; the boy is allowed to take his time. "I did not wish to upset your stomach, so I erred on the side of caution and prepared a lighter meal. This should pair better with you dessert regardless, as you should have more room to enjoy the pudding. Of course, eat only what you can."

𝔗ime seemed to stretch as the flames danced against the wax of the candles. The young earl, cocooned in his blankets and revealing only the silhouette of a rounded shape, contemplated his recent actions. His feelings were in disarray, but the strongest frustration was aimed at himself. His behavior fell short of his noble status. At the same time, he felt a twinge of annoyance towards his servant. It was indeed rare to receive such a gesture before the night concluded, only to have it taken away at the last moment. Consequently, the evening had become a source of significant bitterness.

A short while later, a soft knock at his door signaled the arrival of a visitor. His butler had indeed returned, and he brought with him something to alleviate the boy's slight hunger. The enticing aroma of the dish that Sebastian had chosen to prepare filled the room, luring Ciel with the prospect of emerging from his cocoon of blankets. Although he wished he could decline the offering, the gnawing sensation in his stomach made it difficult to resist. Gradually, he pulled the comforter down, revealing only the back of his slightly damp, dark hair. He was not yet ready to confront the face that had recently reproached him.

Ciel lay quietly, shifting softly under his blankets. Should he roll over? Sit upright? Should he say something? He had already offered his apology, albeit in his own manner. As he reflected on the events of the evening during his solitude, he realized that Sebastian had committed no wrongdoing. Therefore, there was no necessity for him to express regret, even though the unsettling revelation of his true nature had instilled a sense of fear in his young charge.

He remained still, his back turned. Uncertain. To an onlooker, it might have appeared as though the boy had fallen asleep, but the demon knew better. He was in tune with every reaction, every response, every thought that Ciel held, and every breath he took. He was fully aware that the slender figure on the bed was still awake. Still hungry. Yet, it was the burden of embarrassment and shame that kept him from facing his most loyal servant. 

[ayumigotabittoolonelyquitted]

Instragram posts ~ bf gojo and some more hehe

Some random posts of you and your boyfriend gojo. Inspired by @jinwoosbabyboo

@Y/n_offical34

Location - a Pottery studio.

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Y/n_offical34 : Someone just has to look good and do nothing else.

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_sixeyesupnext_ Heeey! What’s wrong with a man admirin’ his girl’s masterpiece, huh?

⎿ replying to _sixeyesupnext_ shoko_leiri : Just say you’ve got skill issues and move on.

⎿ replying to _sixeyesupnext_ Yn_offical34 : admiring? You broke half of my works ☹️

_gojosbigdick_ girl please inform us if you ever break up 😩

⎿ replying to _gojosbigdick_ _iblmesathis_ : the username is crazyy

⎿ replying to _gojosbigdick_ _uthaimesfeet_ : I m scared of gojo's fanbase.

@ _sixeyesupnext_

Location : gojos house

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_Sixeyesupnext_ : she refused 26 times , but finally gave in 😎

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Suguruthatswho_ Satoru did the matching outfit thing with me first, y’know.

⎿ Replying to suguruthatswho_ _sixeyesupnext_ : suguru,please delete this comment 😭

⎿ replying to suguruthatswho_ yn_offical34 : When you're trying to feel special, but then it hits youyou're just the third wheel in your own relationship 💔

Uthaime_lori : I still can't believe Satoru pulled y/n 😍

⎿ replying to uthaime_lori shoko_leiri : same i still don't get it.

⎿ replying to uthaime_lori _sixeyesupnext_ : ☹️ this is my comment section, why are y'all gossiping about me in my own comment section. I m hurt.

Im_funny456 : I just witnessed a divorce and a gossip.💀

⎿ replying to im_funny456 Uthaimesfeet_ : they are the casts of Jujutsu kaisen by the way 💀🙏🏻

@ _Sixeyesupnext_

Location: beach.

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_Sixeyesupnext_ all fun and jokes , till you see your girl admiring something.

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Gojosbigdick_ : i swear I m loyal to goj-

⎿replying to gojosbigdick_ sukunaleftball : bro they won't give you a chance 🙏🏻

_Suguruthatswho_😨😰😧😲😱😵😖🤢 me when gojo tries to write a serious caption

⎿ Replying to _suguruthatswho_ _sixeyesupnext_ stop being mean to me suguru 😔

@ y/n_offical34

Location : car bruh

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Y/n_offical34 : your lips my lips apocalypse💫

_sixeyesupnext_ the caption 😍❤️❤️❤️

⎿ Replying to _sixeyesupnext_ Sukunaleftball_ : to think that this man looks like a demi god but acts like a fucking cringe ass 45+ year old.

Uthaime_lori : that's should be me😔

⎿ replying to uthaime_leiri yn_offical34 : I m all yours 🤭

⎿ replying to y/n_offical34 uthaime_lori : shh 🤫

@ _sixeyesupnext_

Location: behind the scenes (can't provide you the location 😕)

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_sixeyesupnext_ someone made this art of our behind the scenes (I m talking to you nanami 🤫)

Tagged : @ uthaime_lori @ shoko_leiri @ nanami _ kento @ suguruthatswho @ haibara_

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_Sukunasballs_ : to think that they actually used their real names in the anime is crazy.

⎿ Replying to _sukunasballs_ Gojosbigdick : what's crazy about it

Nanami_kento : I fail to see the necessity of posting it on Instagram.

⎿ replying to nanami_kento nanami_fanpage : OMG YOU ACTUALLY TALK LIKE THIS 😭❤️❤️ I M YOUR BIGGEST FAN PLEASE NOTICE ME LOVE YOU

⎿ replying to nanami_kento gojosbigdick : ong nanami you are so talented

Uthaime_lori : why am I not included on the group photo 😔

⎿ replying to uthaime_lori _sixeyesupnext_ cry about it.

Shoko_leiri : damn nanami made me pretty good.

Replying to shoko_leiri yn_offical34 : you are pretty the fuck do you mean?

Sukunas_fanpage : sukuna is the best, give your opinions to the wall.

⎿ replying to sukunas_fanpage gojosbigdick: gojo is the best

⎿ replying to sukunas_fanpage nanami_fanpage : nah nanami is op.

⎿ replying to sukunas_fanpage yn_offical34 : y'all all of em are gold 😔✨

[inkcat1987]

Heya have some candy that is totally not suspicious at all…

... Hey bubble want some candy?

[hitlikehammers]

eddie doesn’t understand how steve can ♥️love♥️ him (eddie is frequently worryingly oblivious with a side of ✨self-worth issues✨)

“I’m dead weight.” Eddie’s voice is so fucking tiny, it almost undercuts his resolve. Almost. But it’s a fucking fact, so his useless resolve doesn’t actually matter either way, which is kind of a comfort. Until Eddie blinks, and between lashes fluttering Steve’s in his face. Leaning over him, caging him in not with his arms so much as the heat of him, the weight of his presence more than any part of them presently touching. And still those fucking eyes; stars could be born inside them. Eddie just wishes he deserved a future where maybe he’d get to watch a whole new one burst into life, where he’d deserve that kind of privilege— But he wasn’t exaggerating. He is dead fucking weig— “I know what it feels like when you’re the closest you’re ever gonna fucking get to dead weight,” Steve somehow bites it out so sharp while sounding so level, just stating facts like his eyes aren’t on fucking fire: “This is nothing like that.”

rating: t ♥️ tags: established relationship, post-s4, softness, fluff, tiniest bit of angst because of eddie’s headspace, eddie has self-worth issues, true love, fitting each other’s jagged edges♥️, romance, happy ending 💕

for @steddielovemonth day nineteen: “Love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you.” ― Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby

Eddie’s staring at the popcorn ceiling, gnawing on the pick hanging from the chain around his neck: yellow—blindingly so, couldn’t miss it if you tried—in place of the old one.

Steve told him it wasn’t good for his hair to chew on it. Eddie doesn’t think he absolutely loves the way he’s replaced the habit, but. It’s symbolic: Steve in his sunshine-y wardrobe, the way he’s Eddie’s sunshine always, the way Eddie wants basically any and every part of Steve in his mouth at all times—

See? It makes sense; it shakes out perfectly logical.

But there’s good reason Eddie needs the sunshine, his sunshine, and a constant reminder snug against his chest: his head’s prone to going dark places, now, ever since—

Well. Ever since.

It’s basically the main reason he sometimes just…sighs and throws himself farther back into the still-stiff-but-slowly-braking-in cushions on the sofa, in this also-still-too-pristine-but-a-valiant-work-in-progress living room, and huffs, half-disbelieving, wholly-disgusted:

“How the fuck do you put up with it, man?”

“Hmm?” Steve hums distracted, distant, not even in the same room because he’s washing dishes, or else, rinsing them before the machine does the work which Eddie will never understand. Eddie hadcleared the table, so he hadn’t been totally useless, but…

But.

“How,” Eddie flicks the chain where it sits atop his shirt, pulled out now, watches the pick float for a second; “do you,” and he tries to make himself not pull the thin ball links into an angry new brand inside the divot-line of the scar already around his neck:

“Put up with it?”

Eddie doesn’t know if something about his words shifted, his tone, or if Steve’s just knows him, or if the dishes are just done now.

But Steve’s in the doorway with his hip jutted toward the frame of the opening, his sleeves rolled up but still damp at the edges, his hands not helping where they cross over his chest.

“With what?” Steve asks, lost; cloudless. Oblivious.

Which, to Eddie’s mind, is just…absurd. Because the answer is right there.

Right fucking there:

“Me.”

Eddie’s moods. His rambling. His stubbornness. His nightmares. His inability to even get so much as a sit-down for a job around here. His freakish interests. His woefully limited ability in the kitchen. His uselessness in cleaning up: too little, too cluttered. His wild sense of most things in the worst ways, at the worst times. His general billboard-sized advertisement of ‘Waste of Space: Steer Clear, You Can Do Miles Better’.

How the fuck do you put up with me?

So it is almost obnoxiously conspicuous, sticks out like a goddamn sore thumb, right?

“The hell did that come from?”

Or not.

Steve’s not standing in the doorway anymore.

“I just,” Eddie swallows, because Steve’s eyes on him are intense, low, laser-focused and Eddie’s suddenly not entirely sure how much of what just cycled through his head maybe came out through his mouth so he settles on a sanitized version, a middle-of-the-road sort of example that gets the point across but…anemically:

“I’m always lounging around while you’re doing actual things, y’know, contributing,” he throws his weight back into where he’s doing exactly that just now, gesturing to the suds on Steve’s arms near the creases of his elbows to illustrate the stark difference: “where I just stare into space and try to plot twisty-turny things that’ll trip the shitheads up next session,” and he shrugs, looks back up at the ceiling because Steve’s never something he wants to look away from, ever, which is why this hurts so much to wrestle with.

But right now, those eyes on him are…a lot.

“I’m dead weight.”

Eddie’s voice is so fucking tiny, it also undercuts his resolve. Almost.

But it’s a fucking fact, so his useless resolve doesn’t actually matter either way, which is kind of a comfort.

Until Eddie blinks, and between lashes fluttering Steve’s in his face. Leaning over him, caging him in not with his arms so much as the heat of him, the weight of his presence less than any part of them presently touching.

And still those fucking eyes; stars could be born inside them.

Eddie just wishes he deserved a future where maybe he’d get to watch a whole new one burst into life, where he’d deserve that kind of privilege—

But he wasn’t exaggerating. He is dead fucking weig—

“I know what it feels like when you’re the closest you’re ever gonna fucking get to dead weight,” Steve somehow bites it out so sharp while sounding so level, just stating facts like his eyes aren’t on fucking fire:

“This is nothing like that.”

Eddie’s throat tightens, his stomach drops.

“Steve,” Eddie chokes, a hand fraying to clamp around Steve’s wrist held rigid.

“You know what I mean,” and yeah he begs it a little. He didn’t mean that.

“I do,” Steve nods, never looking away, barely blinking. “But I meant what I said,” then he softens a little, turns his hand in Eddie’s grip and bringing them palm or palm, seeming to study their hands and Eddie doesn’t get it, doesn’t know what he’s looking for—just kinda knows his heart in his throat, and the way the world feels more right, maybe the only right it has in it at all, when Steve’s hand’s in his, in any way at all.

He’s holding on to that certainty, that feeling that always puts up a hell of a fight against all the dark in Eddie’s chest, just inside the warmth of that hand.

So he startles a little, when the words break through, so close:

“You have no fucking clue, do you?”

Eddie…Eddie only knows that he blinks. Only knows how to blink because: what?

Which he supposes answers the question; seems to clearly enough that Steve huffs, shakes his head, lifts up like he’s going away and Eddie’s blood runs frigid—no, no, the part of him the suspects this end result isn’t ready, he’s not strong enough yet—never will be, but maybe closer, maybe—to stand up and fight back to hold and keep—

But then Steve’s crossing his arms, leaning back on his heels as he looks Eddie up and down, reads him like a book as he’s somehow learned to do; somehow cared enough to learn to do—

Then he’s settling across Eddie’s lap, strong thighs bracketing Eddie’s hips on either side as he lifts broad hands to cups Eddie’s cheeks the same, hold him in place—but he doesn’t have to.

Those eyes are steel; more than enough.

But the lips that land on his forehead, so soft, are both wholly at odds but…perfect.

Eddie feels something unspoken inside him start to tremble; prepare to crumble.

“The stuff you like? All the goddamn noise choseyou pay for on cassettes?” Steve smirks as Eddie squawks a little in instinctual protest, not even something he consciously decides; but it earns Eddie those lips pressed now to the corner of his own—so: maybe not just instinctual, possibly Pavlovian before Steve leans in to whisper:

“It plays at a pitch I can barely hear anymore.”

Eddie pushes back into the couch to meet Steve’s eyes, chest tightening again because: he didn’t know that. He’s wondered, sometimes, just little quirks, but now his heart twists because his Stevie’s hurt, something is wrong with his Stevie, and what is it, what does it mean, will it get worse, will it be—

“Too many knocks to the head,” Steve taps that same head gently with a crooked grimace and all Eddie wants is to grab those hands and move then, it’s not a thing to take lightly, but Steve’s just shrugging as he pushes on:

“They actually don’t expect it to like, get worse,” Steve reads him, as ever; “but there are just certain…”

He makes an ear-piercing sound in the back of his throat that sounds nothing like Eddie’s music, and he’d take offense, if…he wasn’t still reeling with the revelation Steve’s just set before him.

“It kinda sounds like office music,” Steve says it like a confession, like he’d been holding on to that admission and is only letting it out now in a time of dire need; for Eddie.

“Almost…pleasant in the background,” his nose crinkles a little. “Soothing almost, because it’s familiar,” then his features go smooth and lax, and he grins small, fond before he breaks Eddie’s heart not least because he stretches it bursting too fucking fast:

“Because it’s you.”

And that’s…that is—

“I don’t really like exciting food,” Steve’s plowing onward, now, purposeful and on a mission, hands not yet leaving Eddie’s cheeks: keeping him right where he is.

Keeping him.

“I like predictable food. I really do believe fried chicken is a worthwhile meal as a treat,” he shakes his head in the way he has when he remembers a time that’s not so long ago but feels like a different life after everything; Eddie tucks it in his back pocket to ask about if the right time ever comes, just because every part of Steve is a thing Eddie aches to know.

“Your kitchen skills are perfect,” Steve pokes his chest with real force to it, and Eddie’s wondering how much of his internal running commentary was maybe accidentally voiced aloud—or if Eddie’s just known that well, in a way he’s never had before. “They’re always just what I want, and they taste special because I don’t always expect it, because I think you’re shy with it because you think it should be something grand or whatever,” and again, Steve soften, leans to pop a kiss to the top of Eddie’s nose:

“But it is something grand, dumbass,” Steve murmurs close; “because you make it for us.”

Something warm and kinda…kinda like, expansive? Like it’s alive and growing and spreading through him in time with still-shaky heartbeat that wants to believe the dark things that rise in his head are don’t hold sway, the warm-thing in his belly that’s spreading up and around the rest of him feels like it’s trying to convince him that yeah.

That’s all any of it is. But still—

“Did you know I used to get pissed as fuck every laundry day?”

Eddie whips back into the present; frowns up at Steve’s solemn expression.

“You love laundry day.”

Steve hums a little mournfully, but there’s a twitch to his lips that gives him away.

“I don’t own enough bona fide darks for a full load,” he laments mostly tongue-in-cheek, but most in the just-over-half sorta way, because almost-most of him is genuinely lamenting that state of affairs,

“I either had whole parts of my wardrobe waiting weeks to wash in a corner,” Steve literally shudders at recalling it, the dweeb—and fuck, but Eddie loves him; “or I ran like, quarter-loads at best.”

A cardinal sin. Absolutely unforgivable. His poor poor Stevie.

His Stevie, who’s pecking at his lips with a bit-back grin and glowing eyes as he comments pointedly:

“Don’t run into that problem anymore, do I?”

And the way the words land, like Eddie’s a good thing, something that adds to Steve’s world in a ways that may look small but that Steve feels mean something. It’s, it is…

“I love it here, you know. With you,” Steve says like the second half’s the only part that really matters, and the spreading warmth has made its way through Eddie to wholly swirl around his heavy-thumping heart; “but before you moved in?“ and that’s the first time Steve glances away, even if it’s only a second, and Eddie grips for his hand again, hard this time—the fear in him still breathing, even if it’s for a death rattle to it, for the sake of the man on top of him.

“You have no idea how much I used to dread the drive home,” from Eddie’s, from him and Wayne, where they still spend nearly half the week even if this is home base, and Eddie could never have imagine what it would mean, how it would feel to hear that said out loud; “the part of the day that’s supposed to be the best part, the relief after everything,” Steve shakes his head, glances around and grips Eddie’s hand back to match in strength:

“It was a tomb in here. It fucking echoed.”

And the warmth in Eddie’s chest seizes a little: heartbroken on principle, Steve’s hurting always more devastating than his own could ever be. Livid that this man could ever have been left alone that way. Enraged that he hadn’t noticed, stopped it.

“I used to play little games, with myself, like,” Steve licks his lips; “how long would it take for someone to notice if I died in here.”

The warmth in Eddie’s chest retreats in an instant, because just…just that idea in the world—Eddie’s heart remembers what almost losing Steve feels like.

And Steve’s not talking about reality, sure; but he’s also not talking about almost.

“It’s big enough that the stench would take forever, like, for the neighbors,” Steve reasons in the most rational voice saying anything but: “and—”

Eddie’s hand on Steve’s must be painful, or maybe it’s the way his nails might be digging in hard enough to draw blood because Steve stops, looks down at their hands and then softens, looks apologetic but only just, like he…like in all of this he knows he’s hitting painpoints, not the biggest ones but not the easiest ones either, and he means to.

He’s making a point of what he sees instead of dead weight.

But still—

Eddie’s breath catches when Steve brings his hand up to kiss his knuckles, and doesn’t ease the hold between them one bit for doing it.

“I know it’s probably legitimately psychotic to rinse the dishes when that’s why I buy the good detergent,” Steve exhales between Eddie’s fingers; “part of it’s habit, from,” his eyes dart, and Eddie knows the look: he’d deck Harrington Senior, and maybe just give Mommy Harrington the stink eye until she folded, he’s not sure—he just knows he hates them, for the toll they took on Steve.

“Beyond that, though,” and Steve’s features brighten in an instead, curl a little sly and flush a little pink on the apples of his cheeks: intoxicating:

“Mostly it’s just so I have a good angle to watch you, right here,” Steve knocks his shoulder against the back of the sofa. “Being you. Doing things that make you, you.”

And fucking hell, but the way he says all that like it’s almost a gift.

“Your nightmares break my heart,” Steve turns Eddie’s palm to kiss there, to speak deep into the lines; “but if I can make you feel even the slightest bit better? Safer?” He kisses one more time before he draws their joined hands in between them, rests them safe between both their laps.

“It makes me feel less like I’m just mooching off you for doing the same for me in return,” Steve shrugs, but he’s earnest, he means that, and that is so not how any of that even works—

“That’s not—” Eddie stats but Steve cuts him off with his lips, dirty fucking pool.

Goddamn effective, but such a fuckin’ cheat.

“Maybe we both have stuff we still gotta work through,” Steve sighs, shrugs again a little, like their stuff doesn’t include death and dying and monster and apocalypses—and maybe the fact that it doesn’t doesn’t matter, because it doesn’t change a goddamn thing.

“But then maybe I believe with every bone in my body that even if I have to spend the rest of my life working through it? Doing it with you, both of us doing it together,” and Steve smiles at him, a delicate thing because it holds almost too much love inside to stand:

“That sounds like kinda the best life. With you.”

And Eddie regrets only one thing in what he does just then, because it breaks that delicate smile by design.

Because he surges straight up and kisses those lips and breaks that delicacy wide fucking open so he can taste it; drink it in like manna, like ether, like something that can bring him back to life.

The way Steve kisses back and shakes Eddie’s pulse in wild ways for the force, the feeling: it’s no less than exactly that.

“Your rambling is how I know life’s okay, that the world’s spinning,” Steve pants between them when they shift position, before they dive back in; “it’s like how you know your own heartbeat like, like when I used to do swim, or how you get ready when shooting a basket, or plain…shooting,” he hugs and then Eddie’s too greedy to keep any distance, too needy to wait any longer to taste Steve on his tongue a little longer, a little more.

“I only paid attention when I needed to focus,” Steve barely breathes as they both have to concede to a breather, to literally steady their lungs, and he presses down at the center of Eddie’s chest to balance, maybe, but Eddie suspects it’s most to make his point:

“But you know when it’s fucking off, not quite right,” and then Steve stares at his hand on Eddie’s heaving chest, eyes a little glassy for a minute as he whispers, kinda broke :

“Or when it’s missing.”

Eddie slaps an uncoordinated hand on top of Steve’s and helps him feel closer, feel more, the vessels and the chambers and the valves or whatever; the only place Eddie trusts them—only places he ever could—is in these hands.

“You’re that,” Steve declares simply, lifting his lashes before his gaze.

“You just,” he swallows hard, a little; “I understand more now than at the start. I want to keep understanding more, but,” and Eddie gets it, what Steve’s inching toward—Eddie’s lived with his story close to the chest, held tight and safe but Steve’s closer, now, and it’d be hard to hide from him, even if it hasn’t always been easy letting it free, story by story, card by card.

But it’s Steve. And any hard thing is worth it, if Steve’s the endgame. At the very core, there’s nothing he wants to hide from Steve.

It’s just more been about the things he’s too afraid to let anyone see, because they’re too much, they be the final straw, and he—

“It’s more the you part, than the what. The fact that it’s you, whatever there is to know.”

And that’s where Eddie’s gonna work on it, because he wants the same in return. For the first time in his whole life, Eddie Munson is giving his all to this. To them.

Maybe they’ll stumble. They already do. But fuck if it hasn’t been a revelation to know he’ll always be picked back up in less than a heartbeat, and never once be proven wrong.

He doesn’t realize there’re tears involved on his end until Steve leaning down, kissing them away.

“I love you,” Steve breathes into his cheekbone on the right; “all the parts of me I thought I had to hide because they were weird or wrong or not shaped right,” and he pauses then, kisses a little line of fluttery things along the left line of Eddie’s face to match; “you fit where they live like you were made to,” then he kisses, draws a shiver through Eddie’s whole body, when those searing lips trace the line of the scar that’s mostly faded pink, now, but pulls down the lower length toward Eddie’s jaw.

“And all the jagged edges of me that I thought were gonna leave me alone forever,” Steve mouths there, kinda adoring, reverently; “they make where we fit snap into place that much stronger, that much more sure.”

And he looks down at their hands, and lifts them a little, let’s go only enough to clasp loose, like a businessman might to seal a deal.

“Not like this,” he says, definitive; “like this,” and he locks their grip then, finger braided across finger, tight and automatically feral against the force he puts on trying to pull it apart when he’s done, to show it; to prove it:

“Not going anywhere.”

And Steve’s eyes are still flame-bright, still intense to the point of stealing breath but it’s not stealing when it’s given free, when Eddie wants all of him to be Steve’s, for always. Not dead weight. The same weight in the same body. The same soul twined together; the same fucking beating heart.

“You get it?”

And Eddie nods, as best he can, before he catches their hands—unbeatable—between their chests this time to kiss Steve until the love in him is the only taste Eddie even knows.

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aftercare w bsf rafe 💘💘

A – Aftercare

bsf!Rafe x bsf!Reader

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You’re still trembling when he pulls out—lips kiss-swollen, skin damp with sweat, thighs sticky and sore.

And for a second, the room is silent. Just the sound of your breathing. The weight of what you just did hanging heavy in the air.

But Rafe doesn’t leave. Doesn’t shift away. He stays between your legs, eyes searching yours, and then leans forward to press the softest kiss to your cheek.

“Be right back,” he whispers, brushing your hair off your forehead. “Don’t move.”

You nod, too tired to do anything else.

He disappears into the bathroom. You hear the water running. Cabinets opening. Then he’s back—warm towel in one hand, a bottle of water in the other, wearing nothing but his boxers and that same soft, nervous look you’ve seen on his face since the second he walked through your door tonight.

“Here,” he murmurs, nudging the bottle to your lips first. “Small sips.”

You take it. You let him wipe between your legs gently, carefully, like he’s scared he might hurt you.

“You okay?” he asks softly.

You nod. “Yeah. Are you?”

His smile is small. A little shy. “Yeah.”

You both know it means more. You both know this wasn’t just sex.

He tosses the towel, climbs back into bed, and pulls you into his chest without another word. His hand slides under your shirt to rub your back. His lips press into your hair.

And even though no one says it out loud—you both feel it.

He loves you.

He always has.

a/n: it wasn’t just sex. it was slow hands, whispered “you okay?” ‘s, and him climbing into bed after to hold you like he’s scared you’ll slip away. thank you for the request lovie! this one’s for the girlies who know the first time with your best friend changes everything, even if no one’s ready to say it out loud yet 😭

♥️ lani

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ꨄ︎ pillow talk: a drew starkey smau part one > series masterlist

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liked by lucaguadagninoarchive and others filmupdates It was announced a few months ago that Y/N Y/L/N and Drew Starkey are set to star in the upcoming "Pillow Talk" remake directed by Luca Guadagnino. The trio will be discussing the film at the 81st annual Venice Film festival this Wednesday.

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drewstarkeyfan !!!!! venice venice venice!

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liked by y/narchive and others youruser venice! ti amo moltissimo! 💚

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allabouty/n ohh ur gonna serve w ur red carpet look i just know it

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liked by allabouty/n and others y/narchive y/n has arrived at the venice film festival!

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timotheechalametpapsmear y/n y/l/n it seems I’ve grown quite fond of you tho there are no sexual urges or desires you come to me as a long lost friend whom I once picked apples with in papa’s orchard

quietquitting @/timotheechalametpapsmear "no sexual urges or desires" is insane bc she's literally the most gorgeous woman alive. i simply cannot relate to ur statement timotheechalametpapsmear @/quietquitting i'm crying LMFAOOO

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liked by drewstarkeyfan and others drewstarkeypics Drew has arrived at the 81st annual Venice Film Festival!

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drewstarkeyfan the outfits & the posing r kinda killing me lowkey it's giving 🧍‍♂️

supercargo @/drewstarkeyfan the way y/n was serving looks & poses on the red carpet and drews lowkey just standing there is so funny. go girl give us nothing

reputation1389 he looks so gorgeous now all i have to do is get y/n away from him

supercargo @/reputation1389 oh that's not... samanthasnarkington @/reputation1389 shut the fuck up

drewstarkeyfan he's blowing a kiss to me in the last slide btw

rafeyswife33 @/drewstarkeyfan hey girl i hate to tell you this but he's actually my man drewstarkeyfan @/rafeyswife33 i will fight you to the death.

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liked by reina115 and others allabouty/n pics of y/n during her press interview for luca guadagnino's pillow talk.

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y/nitalia ciao bella

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liked by drewstarkeynation and others drewstarkeypics ✨NEW✨ Drew at the Venice Film Festival, discussing Pillow Talk

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liked by drewstarkey and others youruser sick of teaser trailers, i know. pillow talk's full trailer releases tomorrow. movie comes out in just 2 months. i have never loved a project more. luca - adapting such a classic film can be challenging, but you knocked it out of the park. drew, sweet drew, i couldn't have asked for a better costar. & to my fans: i hope you all love this movie as much as i do. see you @ the movies november 7th. 💚

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y/nweloveyou will you be posting for every press tour stop?

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liked by youruser and others drewstarkey director's cut

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liked by explqin and others y/nupdates Y/N serving gelato at a shop in Venice

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liked by y/narchive and others y/nweloveyou day 1 of the pillow talk press tour complete!

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liked by y/narchive and others y/nitalia Y/N servizio per gelati a Venezia. È così bella, questo vestito e il trucco le stanno così bene. 😌 (Y/N serving gelato in Venice. She is so beautiful, this dress and makeup look so good on her. 😌)

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liked by youruser and others bestfrienduser @/youruser press tour brought her to me in greece

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Holidays w/ boyfriend Rafayel

Random posts during the holiday season w/ boyfriend Rafayel

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seagod_raf_: All I want for Christmas are those two buttcheeks or whatever the song said 😚

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misshuntermc: Raf please why are you like this ☠️

↳ seagod_raf_: Why are you thicker than a snicker 🧐 ↳ misshuntermc: Im about to take your phone

liiisa_: You really are draggin’ that wagon lend me some 🫴🏼

↳ seagod_raf_: Im taking a nap on it later 🤭

simonesays: She was a fairy 🧚

↳ thomasthomas_: if Princess Tiana and Tinkerbell had a baby ↳ talkthat_tara: remember that clip when tinkerbell realized she was thick?? yea that’s her

vocalsby.talia: Honeybee your hair looks so good 😍

↳ misshuntermc: Did I just get a compliment from THE Talia? I won at life 😩 ↳ seagod_raf_: I thought you won at life when you got me? 🥺 ↳ misshuntermc: No you won at life when you got me get it right ↳ seagod_raf_: You're right I'll shut up now 🫢

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seagod_raf_: My clumsy girl 💜

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misshuntermc: You clearly shoved me into the snow unprovoked 😐

↳ seagod_raf_: don’t be fooled everyone she is not innocent she body slammed me into the snow ↳ thomasthomas_: Do it again MC ↳ misshuntermc: I gotchu ↳ seagod_raf_: IM FRAGILE

liiisa_: What happened to the candid camera pics you were posting last month?

↳ seagod_raf_: Had to switch it up I call it ✨The Balance of All Things✨ ↳ talkthat_tara: Sounds like you just want a reason to post MCs embarrassing photos ↳ seagod_raf_: well that too🤭

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seagod_raf_: AUUUUUGGGHHHHH

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misshuntermc: why would you post this photo of me with my mouth open? 🙄

↳ seagod_raf_: because you’re still the cutest to ever exist 😍 ↳ misshuntermc: your flirting won't work

thomasthomas_: okay hold on seriously though how do you still look like you’re posing? 🤔

↳ liiisa_: You ask the right questions ↳ simonesays: I would look like a troglodyte tell us your secrets girl

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misshuntermc: Thats Christmas to Me🎄

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seagod_raf_: I post your face and you don’t post mine? ☹️

↳ misshuntermc: can you just say Merry Christmas baby I love you? ↳ seagod_raf_: I will when you post my face ↳ misshuntermc: Okay I'll post that picture of you when you fell down the stairs ↳ seagod_raf_: MERRY CHRISTMAS BABY I LOVE YOU 😍😘

thomasthomas_: I have those same pajama pants

↳ seagod_raf_: Damn now I have to burn these 🫤

simonesays: so this is why you couldn’t make it to our girls night?

↳ seagod_raf_: I needed more time with her ↳ liiisa_: you’ve had her all to yourself since November it’s December now ↳ seagod_raf_: And 👏🏼 Its 👏🏼 Not 👏🏼 Enough 👏🏼