#i had so much fun while giffing this

[linusbenjamin]

— Every Spider-Man In Across The Spider-Verse Spider-Man: Across The Spider-Verse (2023) dir. Joaquim Dos Santos, Justin K. Thompson, Kemp Powers

[notmoreflippingelves]

[liar-or-lawyer]

NCIS: Los Angeles (2009-2023)

14 Seasons ; 323 episodes

It's a wrap.

[gordiemeow]

LUCAS RAYMOND/MORITZ SEIDER (2353) PRIMER

Mo Seider is already well loved on hockeyblr, but most folks here don't seem to know about his cute, codependent relationship friendship with his teammate Lucas Raymond... like, look at the above GIF, then look me in the eyes and tell me you can't already see how adorable they are together. So because I feel like they’re underrated but have great shipping potential, I decided to write a ship primer!

I'm going to give some info about Lucas and Mo individually first, then I'll dive into why they make a good pairing... Feel free to read or skip whichever sections you'd like, since this is a pretty long post. Oh, and (as best as possible) I'll be linking to my sources, plus a few easter eggs! 😉

Moritz "Mo"/"Seids" Seider

If he already looks familiar to you, it might be because Mo was the 2022 Calder Trophy winner. In the 2021-22 season, he led all NHL rookies in assists (43), power-play points (21), and average time on ice (23:03) in addition to being one of only 3 NHL rookies to play all 82 games (Lucas being one of the other three). Oh, and before he ever reached the NHL, he won the DEL cup in Germany with Adler Mannheim in 2019 and made it to the SHL finals in Sweden with Rögle BK in 2021, both of which he still happily talks about.

Mo is known for his confidence, optimism, and "infectious personality." He plays and practices hard (look up any of his highlight clips) and is fairly humble when talking with the media. Although, his teammates are all quick to point out that he brings a lot of positivity, fun, and goofiness—in addition to a “big bod,” according to Lucas—to the locker room. Completely unsurprisingly, Mo loves chirping his teammates as well as his opponents (... and also his family). He doesn't overthink or worry about things, and he absolutely doesn't let himself get worked up—to the extent that he completely refuses to drop the gloves (like, at all).

Birthday: April 6th, 2001 (♈︎)

Draft: 2019, 6th overall (to Detroit)

Jersey #: 53 (because of Herbie the Lovebug*)

Nationality: German 🇩🇪

Hometown: Erfurt, Germany

Height: 6’4” / 193cm

Teams: Detroit Red Wings (NHL, 2021-Present), Rögle BK (SHL, 2020-21), Grand Rapids Griffins (AHL, 2019-20), Adler Mannheim (DEL, 2017-19)

Position: Defence

Shoots: Right

*personal headcanon: Lucas would definitely call him lovebug as a pet name

A big part of Mo's appeal off the ice is his childish joy about damn near everything. His favourite breakfast foods are Eggo waffles and Nutella, which makes it not at all surprising that he kept a tub of candy in his locker when he played in Sweden... He just has an enormous sweet tooth. He's also said (more than once) that if he weren't a hockey player, he'd be an Uber driver, of all things (honestly? I feel like the Wings media team should jump on that as a video opportunity... but what do I know...), although he's also admitted he would have been happy to be a pro-biker. And, adorably, he's incredibly ticklish.

As far as media goes, Mo has owned up to the fact that he watches the bachelor (even though Larkin says that he doesn't watch much TV—you'd think Dylan would embrace someone else on the team watching shitty reality TV?). He also has Generic Hockey Boy™ taste in music (rap, hip hop, and a bit of country—all lots of fun, but predictable), but is, some what more surprisingly, constantly dancing and singing (and singing even more... and even more... and there's still more singing later on in this post........). He also enjoys playing video games, especially Formula 1.

Also, Mo talks quite a bit with the other German players in the NHL, who he calls "the boys." He's especially close with Leon Draisaitl, who acts as a bit of a mentor toward him and Tim Stützle... although Leon happily, publicly chirps Mo (and vice-versa!).

It's also worth delving into Mo’s fashion sense just a bit. He loves Lululemon (in spite of him shitting on "expensive brands" in one of the above breakfast break graphics... we're obviously in different tax brackets...), and Lucas has unhesitatingly said that Mo is well dressed—“Mo has actually a great shoe game… he has a LOT of shoes.” Also, his teammates chirp him about how vain he is about his hair (he's always touching it, even with a hat on). Bizarrely, Mo has said he gets compared to Harry Styles, looks-wise (by who, Mo? who would tell you that???), and oh yeah—tangentially related, but it's in that same link—apparently his hands are "bigger than you may think."

Mo fell in love with hockey shortly after learning to skate. He got a flyer inviting him and his kindergarten classmates to come skate with the local team, which was a "beautiful moment" for him. After that, hockey was his passion—he loved watching the local, semi-professional team, and wanted to play for them as a kid (he ended up exceeding his dream, though, of course).

Speaking of which, Mo is very close with his family. His parents quit their jobs when he was 14 so he could pursue hockey in Mannheim, in spite of their initial hesitations about the sport because they associated it with fighting—not that they ultimately needed to worry since Mo won't fight! They even ended up buying themselves a hockey ABCs book when they realised he was well and truly head over heels for the sport. His dad, Kay, is particularly enthusiastic, especially when he's with the other Wings' dads. Meanwhile, his mom, Sabine, definitely babies him a little bit, and even decorated his apartment for him. He has a brother Marius, who's 10 years older and played a lot of sports growing up too (although not hockey), and Mo looked up to him quite a bit.

Aside from Lucas, Mo is closest with Joe Veleno, a Quebec native who had his first full year with the Wings during Lucas and Mo's first year. Joe played (and lived) with Mo in Grand Rapids during the '19-20 season before COVID brought things to a halt, and the two have stayed friends ever since. They had a show together during the '21-22 season called the MoJoe show, where they goofed off, chirped each other, sang "Take Me Home, Country Roads" (see, more singing! still more to come, though...), answered silly questions (such as "what would your perfect date be?"), and had Mo try apple cider. I don't want to spoil everything, though... definitely watch the show for yourself—the episodes aren't very long and it's super cute! (Also, there are episodes where Lucas guest hosts that you should absolutely watch. I'll discuss those a little bit in the relationship section of the primer.)

Lucas “Razor”/"Ray"/"Ray-Ray" Raymond

Lucas has been a strong first line winger, playing (and gelling) well with Wings captain Dylan Larkin. And as mentioned before, he was one of three NHL rookies to play all 82 games in the 2021-22 season. He got his first hat trick just six games into his career, and he was also one of the early forerunners for the 2022 Calder, although he did ultimately hit a little bit of a slump. Oh, and he was the first Wings rookie since Nicklas Lidstrom to score more than 50 points. (Not to mention, prior to all that he was on the first Swedish U18 IIHF team to win gold, and scored a hatty in the gold medal match.)

Lucas is not-so-secretly as soft as a marshmallow (although his thighs certainly aren't), much as he might try to put on a tough face with the media. He may be a bit less funny/outgoing in interviews than Mo, but he's great at chirping and is well liked by all of his teammates. Also, according to Mo, he's "always good for a joke—doesn’t take himself too seriously.” He can also be very earnest, and has admitted he wanted to go to Detroit more than any other team, in large part due to the Wings' Swedish legacy.

He's a "solution driven player," and is stubborn and competitive ("in everything," according to his mother), and is maybe prone to overthinking things, especially after a loss. "I just hate to lose. Hate it. Even in just a friendly game of poker with my dad. When we play cards in the evening, and he’s really good at cards, he eventually lets me win so that I can go to bed. I could never stop playing without a win," Lucas has said. All that aside, he is generally a very happy, positive person, especially with the people he's close to.

Birthday: March 28th, 2002 (♈︎)

Draft: 2020, 4th overall (to Detroit)

Jersey #: 23

Nationality: Swedish 🇸🇪

Hometown: Gothenburg, Sweden

Height: 5’11” / 180cm

Teams: Detroit Red Wings (NHL, 2021-Present), Frölunda HC (SHL, 2018-21)

Position: Left Wing

Shoots: Right

Off the ice, Lucas really enjoys golf (please click that link), although he's definitely more talented at juggling. He was tasked with learning how to juggle by a coach when he played for Frölunda, and he took to it pretty quickly... although he's not the only one on the team who can! (And both Lucas and Mo are pretty talented at puck juggling.) He's also totally a nap-lover, anytime anywhere. And, maybe most adorably, he really deeply loves romantic movies—“I don’t think Lucas wants me to tell this,” his brother Hugo has said, “but he loves romantic films with a great ending… Every night, we try to find a movie, a romantic movie, with a great ending. And if it doesn’t have a great ending, we watch a new one.”

Adorably, Lucas sometimes writes articles in Swedish for nhl.com/sv (five so far: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]). In these articles he talks about everything from his play to his teammates, his distaste for Swedish Christmas food aside from meatballs (way to be an Ikea stereotype, Lucas), him always packing snuff for away game trips (snuff is a Thing™ with hockey players, especially Scandinavians), his love of Swedish pizza, and him going to NBA games semi-regularly... Oh, and he signs off each blog post with "ha det gött," an informal way of saying goodbye that translates to "have a good one."

In spite of Mo being the more obviously vain one of the two, Lucas apparently spends a lot more time getting ready in the morning, and Mo has said they share an interest in fashion. Unlike Mo, Lucas tragically rarely shows off his curls, instead preferring to keep a backwards baseball cap on off ice almost always (hence there not being all that many good pictures of him without one on). But, again like Mo, he does enjoy singing (if a tad bit less enthusiastically than Mo), and has the same stereotypical Hockey Boy taste in music.

Growing up, Lucas played a really wide variety of sports, from swimming to gymnastics to golf to soccer (which he might have gone pro in if he didn't love hockey so much) to hockey, as well as wind-surfing, water-skiing, and skiing... his parents just encouraged him to do what made him happy, and constantly practising and pushing himself was what made him happiest. He basically had a constant drive to be better and do more.

Lucas is even bigger on family than Mo is—in fact, he frequently called home his first year (Mo has teased him about it). He has a lot of fond memories with his dad, Jean, who coached Lucas in soccer growing up and played floor hockey with Lucas and his brother (Lucas liked to play goalie), and also took Lucas to visit his family in France (according to that same article, Lucas apparently spoke French fluently as a kid). He's especially close with his mom, Cecilia, though. The two of them are similarly (freakishly) competitive and athletic, even among their already athletic family. Cecilia actually made the Swedish national team in squash as a teenager, and she's a personal trainer and dietician now... so she made sure to emphasize the importance of a proper diet and having fun while working hard to Lucas while he was growing up. (Lucas is still fairly strict about his diet, although his mom does say in that article that he hates vegetables.) Lucas has also always been pretty close with his older brother Hugo, who plays professional hockey in Sweden’s Division 3 league—the two of them grew up playing street hockey and soccer together, in spite of their two-and-a-half year age difference.

And lastly here, I have no real excuse for including the above photo of Lucas with recent Wings rookie Jonatan Berggren, it just makes me giggle because they both look incredibly dorky. My fake excuse though is that I figured I should mention Lucas's friendships with the other Swedes on the team, including another recent Wings rookie, Elmer Söderblom, who's from the same town as him.

Raymond/Seider (2353)

So now you're wondering—what makes the two of them so good together? (Especially since they both claim they wouldn't want to be stuck on a deserted island together.)

Lucas and Mo have insane chemistry—look, they even clap in time together! (That's weak evidence, I know... but bear with me here...) They basically instantly clicked—as Lucas put it, "It was really nice to have each other in the beginning... Everything was new for both of us, both in the same position, so to have each other to kind of talk to and just... it was not even that much about hockey often, it was just about other things and life ... It was really nice." Although, they quickly clicked on the ice too, in spite of playing different positions—Mo has said that "it’s easy giving [Lucas] the puck, and you know, like, either you get it back or something good will happen," and Lucas has said (in that same video) that Mo is a "complete defender" and that "it's easy to play with him."

Their instant connection before even hitting the ice makes a lot of sense since, as mentioned before, they have overlapping tastes in music and fashion, among so many other things... And both are frequently described as mature and unusually clean for being young men (although Mo claims to be the messier of the two). They're also similarly competitive, but are both fairly joyful and laugh easily (see the first GIF of the post for proof, or even the first video of this section). And they hang out all the time—either at each other's apartments, or by going out to the movies together or, occasionally, NBA games (see above picture).

Also, if Mo and Lucas frequently, publicly hanging out didn't make it clear already, they totally live in each other's pockets. They played most of their first two seasons together—aside from when Lucas had a lower body injury in February of 2023—and have been practically inseparable the whole time, starting with their first training camp.

Lucas stayed at Mo's apartment during camp and the start of the 21-22 season, when it wasn't clear yet if he was going to stay up for the whole season. He didn't actually want to move out of Mo's place—he mostly did because they wouldn't have enough room for everyone if both of their families were visiting at the same time (🥺). But Lucas has said that they still, "... live close to each other and spend a lot of time with each other. It was great for both of us to work through the same things [our first] season."

(It also sounds like they might have been/might be road roommates, based on vague comments in a few videos? But I can't find a definitive source on that. Still wanted to mention it, though!)

Hilariously, Lucas never bothered to figure out Mo’s TV remote while living with him, so he’d just crash on his couch right when they got back from practice and then waited for Mo to come out to the living room to turn it on and pick a channel. He also would make Mo chauffeur him to practice until he got a licence and car.

Also when they were living together (because there are so many good stories that came out of that), they would go out and play catch with a mini American football. Mo really loved that football, so when they were playing with it one day, Lucas threw it up onto a different apartment's balcony to mess with him a little bit. Kids were playing with it the next day though, so they didn't want to ask for it back... but they were ultimately gifted another one by fans during pre-game warm-ups.

Their rookie year brought them together in mutual suffering too, beyond just the Wings' losing record. On one of their earliest road trips, they took one of the first elevators up when they got to the hotel, but neither of them had realised that elevators are supposed to be taken in order of seniority, veteran players going first... Lesson learned though (after some chirping and likely some fines), and they both "are waiting very patiently" for the later elevators now. Also, when they first played in Vegas, they were the only underage players on the team, so they didn't get to go out and have fun like the rest of the guys... they just had to hang out together, instead.

They also regularly hosted Swedish fikas* together during their first season, inviting the older guys and their families over for coffee and snacks. This is kind of surprising (and cute) considering that Lucas can't cook pretty much at all and Mo has only recently gotten better at it. This past season, though, they started cooking dinner together sometimes as their own "tradition" (does Mo do most of the cooking, I wonder?).

*fika = a kind of coffee, snack, and conversation break , which is deeply engrained/treasured in Swedish culture 🇸🇪

There's been a strong, ongoing narrative with these two since they joined the team. Not only were they pretty much instant best friends, they also frequently talk about each other in interviews, including their pre-game interviews before their mutual 100th game ([1] [2]). They scored their first points (assists) in the same game too—their very first one with the Wings (at home, no less)! Oh, and Lucas scored his 100th career point on Mo's birthday (against Buffalo, April 6th, 2023)—could that be anything other than fate? 🤷‍♀️

They're also constantly chirping one another in the Wings' social media videos, including the promo video for Lucas's bobblehead night (see above GIFs for the best bit). And just in general, they frequently mention one another when answering questions for the Wings' TikTok account... it's sickeningly sweet.

Speaking of cute social media videos, here are the two episodes of the MoJoe show where Lucas is a guest host. The episodes are totally adorable and chirp-filled, and even if you don't intend to watch the whole series, you should at least watch these two episodes just to admire how terrible these two fools are at keeping a straight-face around one another. (And to cringe at how neither of them can sing on pitch... I told you guys there would be even more singing... 😂)

When asked for three words to describe each other, Mo said Lucas, "needs a nap" because he takes a nap immediately after practice, then doesn’t reappear until dinner, and Lucas said Mo is, "funny, smart actually—sometimes—and very driven." (Lucas, that’s technically more than three words??? 🤔)

And because this post is self-indulgence at its finest, I wanted to round things off with my personal favourite dorky quotes from Lucas and Mo about one another…

"I mean, both of us are very young, but the maturity that Mo plays with, I think that's probably his biggest strength." -Lucas (said very seriously, although he smiled a bit afterwards because Mo giggled in embarrassment and said "Stop...")

"I think especially for me, I just enjoy being around [Lucas], and yeah, he's putting a smile on my face." -Mo (said with a soft smile)

2353 is still very much a rarepair, but it's worth shipping! 🥰

Obligatory RPF Disclaimer: Clearly these two are not and will never be together in real life. This primer presents carefully curated, publicly available information that does not attempt to give a full or intrusive look into either of these players' lives. This is so that people looking to read/write this pairing can build a better mental picture of characters loosely based on real people.

[jeonwon-wonwoo]

every month of 2023! (almost)

thank you to the lovely @baekhyunnybyun for tagging me! ily, bex!💕💘

rules: link your favorite and/or most popular post from each month this year (totally fine to skip months) and tag some CCs you love!

i started giffing in june of this year! i knew i could never learn on my own! so, thank you to my queen, ngoc for teaching me! i've definitely been slowly improving as i go, and i still have so much more to learn! i always said when i started out that this was just for fun, and it's really become one of my favorite things to do! of course i have sets that i'm proud of, and others that i'm iffy on lol! but at the end of the day, it's so much fun! the community on here is also extremely welcoming and kind! i appreciate all of my mutuals, especially those who i've gotten to know more personally!💘thank you sm to my followers and everyone who has appreciated my gifs!💖 i hope to make more amazing ones next year! i hope everyone has a happy new year!

JUNE

most popular: wonwoo huxley ads shoot (which is also the first set i ever made and one of my favorites!) favorites: wonwoo & mingyu april shower live clip and seungkwan and dino star 1 photo shoot sketch

JULY

most popular: minghao dazed photo shoot behind and scoups allure korea photo shoot behind (both were my first sets to ever hit 1k!) favorites: jeonghan 1st look photo shoot behind and some my fave wonwoo moments

AUGUST

most popular: some of my fave scoops moments favorite: joshua snp ads shoot sketch

SEPTEMBER

most popular and favorites: mingyu 1st look photo shoot behind and woozi romantic crown campaign shoot sketch

OCTOBER

most popular: some of my fave hannie moments favorites: hoshi allure korea photo shoot behind (super proud of this one that i recolored!), wonwoo seventeenth heaven jacket behind the scenes, and seungkwan seventeenth heaven jacket behind the scenes

NOVEMBER

most popular and one of my faves: wonwoo x dior favorites: wonwoo x dior (miss dior version), wonwoo mama 2023, hanbin zbtv ep. 6, wonwoo and mingyu god of music promotions sketch, and dk theater+ photoshoot behind

DECEMBER

i haven't been able to gif because of my eye surgery😔but i'm recovering well! i'm hoping to make a gif set for joshua's bday, so hopefully i can get it done!

tagging some of my fave creators on here! i love every single one of my fellow CCs! (no pressure to participate, and if you've done this, i'll def check it out!): @jeonghan-yoons @wonufied @jeonsupershy @hongjoshuaz @facethesuns @goblinvern @jjaez @wnjunhui @cherriescoup @nootcoups @woozification @master-tonberry @seungkwan-s @irlvernon @pookiez @kveom

[starsxinxthexbluexsky]

[ryansjane]

once again losing it about how black woke up when seanwhite fucked like no none of this other shit matters at all the thing that gets black to wake up from his 2 month coma is his rival fucking his little brother why is that so funny he went I Think The Fuck Not

anyways Not Me is a comedy lmao

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

BASED ON THAT ONE SCENE ALONE, PEOPLE SHOULD ALL AGREE THAT NOT ME IS THE BEST SHOW EVER CREATED. what do you mean, it's a daring show that reflects the current thai political situation & used real protesters, real politically charged artists and a real life qr code for marriage equality??? what do you mean, the flag scene is the best lgbtq+ scene to have ever existed??? what do you mean, seanwhite & danyok are the most beautiful love stories ever told about loving even in the face of adversity??? NONE of that matters as much as sean's insane dick game being able to wake up his frenemy from the dead through his brother 😌💅

xxx

[razzafrazzle]

amnimation!

[image description: a short work-in-progress animation of a person getting ready to throw a much smaller person like a football. the bigger person nods, backs up with a few short hops, and aims their shot before throwing the smaller person offscreen. end id]

[lieutenant-amuel]

My Favourite Crazy Ex-Girlfriend Songs (Season 4)

[neon-glowing-rainbow-stims]

I never see enough Mad Scientist Aesthetic things, but its such a good aesthetic!! Beakers with glowing liquids, blacklights, goggles, thick black gloves, crazy hair, greens and purples, OUGH

Anyways I've been scouring the internet for mad science-y videos and... Mad Science lovers get ready for the queue After Valentine's Day, I made a bunch of stuff

[carewyncromwell]

“Everybody loves me, baby...what’s the matter with you?”

x~x~x~x

Carewyn’s Outfit Inspiration // Diego’s Outfit Inspiration // Inspiration for the Artwork and Gif’s Visuals in Particular 

x~x~x~x

Veruca McQuaid @ariparri​ would not be the first person to wonder, upon meeting the King and Queen of Hearts, how they ended up as co-monarchs. The two truly were complete opposites, personality-wise -- Diego was flashy, sociable, optimistic, laidback, and outgoing, while Carewyn was modest, proud, methodical, uptight, and perfectionistic. And yes, when they first collided at university, those personality differences did make it hard for them to see eye to eye, at first. 

At the start of her first term, Carewyn had only just gotten off the train from the Country of Spades, crossing the border into the Kingdom of Hearts so as to attend the university on the far-off coastline. Truthfully Carewyn wouldn’t have minded going to school back at home...but with how things were going back home, she, her brother, and her mother had all decided they should leave. With the roads out of town closing one by one, however, the best way to do that ended up being to find covert ways for them to all leave one by one, rather than try to aggressively make a break for it all together. Carewyn’s opening, it so happened, ended up being her acceptance to the university across the border in the Kingdom of Hearts; soon Lane would be accepted for a work visa for the museums there and be able to join her, and Jacob would follow after. And, Carewyn tried to reassure herself, this arrangement probably was better in the long run -- earning recognition and a good education from such a well-regarded university as the one in the Kingdom of Hearts could only make it easier for her to achieve her dreams. She wanted to know all about the law in various parts of Cinderhaven -- perhaps then she could achieve some real good for others.

The most popular freshman in Carewyn’s year ended up being Diego Caplan, the third of six heirs to the most well-regarded winery in all of Cinderhaven. Before long the music and dance major won over the vast majority of his peers with his amiability and charm -- the new transfer student from the Country of Spades, however, was kind of bewildered by him. His overdramatic way of speaking and grandiose body language...it almost made her want to laugh, it was so theatrical.

Is this how all people around here act? Carewyn couldn’t help but wonder to herself. 

They didn’t seem to -- honestly, most of the students Carewyn had met thus far had given her the side eye, when she arrived. She strongly suspected it was due to her attire -- she’d worn her black dress because it was the nicest one she had, but she supposed, it did look a bit austere compared to many of the other dresses she saw her classmates wearing. Carewyn wished she’d had enough money to buy something pretty like that...

Diego, for his part, greeted the transfer with his usual charms -- which, in this case, ended up being a theatrical monologue proclaiming to the other far less friendly students the value of welcoming new people and faces and celebrating their unique and diverse beauty. And the Kingdom of Hearts does esteem beauty -- beauty and love, above all things -- and this maiden was certainly both brilliant and beautiful, was she not? Therefore, she was more than a proper fit, for their university. 

Carewyn couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows, listening to Diego prattle on. She could tell that this guy was trying to be helpful -- but the way he gushed about her when he didn’t even know her seemed incredibly disingenuous to Carewyn. And when the crowd had dispersed, she was sure to tell him that, very quietly but firmly. 

“Thank you for thinking of standing up for me...but truly, it’s not necessary. I intend to prove myself on my own merits...so please, withhold your compliments until they are sincere.”

Diego was utterly horrified by the suggestion. He’d been nothing BUT sincere! (He always was, when it came to complimenting people!) Carewyn, however, seemed to completely dismiss this as she strode off across the grounds toward her first class. 

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve done nothing worth praising yet.” 

She would, though, Carewyn thought to herself. She would. And when she did, she’d finally be someone she could be proud of being -- someone who could do good for others and help people, in a way only she could. 

She would be truly great.

[blueberry-beanie]

Max Uthoff: “Konzentrieren Sie sich! Was ist unser Plan?” Claus von Wagner: “Och, das haben wir doch jetzt schon tausend Mal-” MU: “Ja, bitte...?” CvW: “Wir sind hier, um die Anstalt zu besetzen und Missstände mit Mitteln der Satire sichtbar zu machen.” MU: “Na, geht doch!” CvW: “Vielleicht wär’s dann gut, wenn die Leute uns auch sehen könnten dabei.”

Die Anstalt | Erste Staffel 2014 | Folgen 1, 2, 3 & 4

English translation under the cut:

Max Uthoff: “Concentrate! What is our plan?” Claus von Wagner: “Ah, we’ve already gone through this a thousand times-” MU: “Yes, please...?” CvW: “We are here to occupy the mental hospital and make social injustices visible by means of satire.” MU: “There we go!” CvW: “Maybe it would be good if the people could also see us in doing so.”

MU: “Tell me, Mr von Wagner... doesn’t one want to remain undiscovered in a break-in?” CvW: “We are breaking into a TV-studio. To be discovered is the reason why we are here.”

[skitskatdacat63]

I somehow just spent 4 straight hours making grid guides for myself, I think I have a problem

[ladysharmaa]

New life

Anthony Bridgerton x reader

Summary: Anthony has an argument with his wife, who is from a lower class, when she makes a mistake while promenading with Anthony

(gif is not mine)

Y/n felt like a fish out of water. She didn't grow up in the privileged life that her husband, Anthony, had. Of course her life wasn't bad either, so many others had it worse than her. Y/n was the daughter of well-known merchants, and despite their busy lives where she had to start working as a child to help her family, she was grateful for everything she had.

And then everything changed. Y/n was used to having to speak louder, wipe her hands on her old skirt after touching someone's dirty money, and do manual labor. Until one day, Viscount Bridgerton saw her, and it was love at first sight. A love that was rejected by both for too long.

Anthony was the one who gave in first. He started going to her parents' stall more often, buying things he didn't even need and that others could do for him just so he could look at Y/n. It was indisputable that there was a connection between them. Anthony insisted that they couldn't ignore how they felt about each other, but the girl was afraid. A daughter of merchants marrying into the upper class? It could only go wrong, and to make matters worse it would ruin the reputation of the Bridgerton family. But Anthony made her feel things she never thought she would feel.

Her parents, upon realizing what was happening, warned her of the dangers, but they just wanted to see their daughter happy. In the end, Y/n ended up confessing her love for Bridgerton when he came to her stall saying it would be the last time if she wanted it. Instead of answering him, Y/n took his hand, taking him to an isolated place, where no one could see them, and pulled him into a passionate kiss.

Now, six months after they got married and were living a very happy life together, Y/n was still trying to learn the rules of society. It was a work in progress, and Anthony's mother and sisters helped Y/n a lot, explaining everything she could and couldn't do. There was so much information that she often just followed her instinct, ending up breaking some rules. Fortunately, she had just been among family and hadn't had to listen to anyone's judgment.

It wasn't easy being thrown into high society, dressed in the best dresses that she tried her best not to get dirty, speaking softly, and letting the maids do everything for her. But she would do anything for Anthony, and now she had a lifestyle that many would kill for. She couldn't complain.

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It was a sunny day and so, Y/n and Anthony decided to promenade through the park, taking the opportunity to go on a small boat trip. Everything was going well, the woman had fun touching the crystal clear water and watching the fish that fled quickly while Anthony, who was responsible for the physical work, smiled in amusement.

So, they decided to end their afternoon with one last walk through the park to enjoy the last rays of sun, Y/n's hand on Anthony's arm. Y/n was telling him for the thousandth time how excited she was to go play pall mall the next day with the rest of the Bridgerton family. But Anthony never complained and listened attentively and patiently.

But the couple's peace was ruined when a little in front of them, a woman who Y/n quickly recognized as Earl Harrison's wife, was shouting at a maid. She was already old, and was on her knees on the floor trying to clean the woman's expensive dress. People were sending them looks and Y/n felt fury run through her veins when no one intervened, allowing that maid to be basically humiliated in a public square.

She took a step forward, but was pulled back by Anthony, who was holding her hand while sending her a look. "We have nothing to do with this. It's better not to get involved."

Y/n frowned, shaking her head in denial. "No. I'm sorry, Anthony, but I can't do this. But I promise I'll control myself." She then added in a whisper, "If she doesn't irritate me."

"Y/n…"

But Anthony didn't have time to finish his sentence because his wife was already putting on a fake smile, approaching that scene. "Excuse me, what is happening?"

"Lady Bridgerton, look!" the Countess exclaimed while pointing at her maid as if she were an inferior being, noting that she was waiting for Y/n to take her side. "I came to have a picnic on this beautiful day, but this incompetent woman dropped the cake on my dress. It was my favorite!"

"You sound like a child." Y/n said truthfully, not caring about the gasps heard. Anthony sighed behind her.

"Countess Harrinson, I tripped over a stone. My deep apologies, it won't happen again." the maid, still kneeling on the floor, whimpered. The woman rolled her eyes and gave her a small kick, forcing her to move away.

"It won't happen again because you're not coming back with me. I don't accept mistakes, especially like this." The Countess said coldly, while Viscountess Bridgerton became redder and redder with anger.

"But I—"

"You know, Countess Harrinson, she won't be coming back to you because she's going to work for Viscount Bridgerton. We'd be happy to have you,…"

"Mary." the maid said, putting her hands to her face and crying. "My apologies. Thank you, Lady Bridgerton. That's very kind of you."

"How dare you!" the Countess exploded in anger. "You just disrespected Earl Harrinson's wife." Anthony's wife continued to look at her indifferently. The other mumbled in frustration, "I'm going to destroy your family's reputation."

"I'd like to see you try." she narrowed her eyes, not looking away from her until the Countess was already well away from them, the other maids hurrying after her. However, the crowd that formed stayed in the exact same place.

"Y/n, what do you think you're doing?" Anthony hissed. "We shouldn't have intervened."

"You can't really expect me to leave her here on the floor. Just because she's a maid doesn't deserve to be treated like this." Y/n snapped angrily at her husband, helping the poor woman to get up from the floor.

"I'm not saying she deserves it." he growled, he too beginning to get unnerved. "But you can't talk to an Earl's wife like that. This is a hierarchy, Y/n."

"If I see someone being mistreated, you can be sure that I will speak however I want to whoever I want."

"Watch it." Anthony warned with his jaw clenched. He looked around, noticing that they were attracting even more looks and attention. People were already starting to murmur among themselves, and Anthony was sure it wouldn't take long for rumors to spread. "Stop it and we'll talk at home."

"Don't treat me like I'm the insolent one." Y/n hissed, pulling her arm away when Anthony tried to pull her closer to him.

The maid seemed to be increasingly panicked, now being the cause of an argument between the Bridgerton couple, who were well known in society. On the other hand, the woman was quite touched by Y/n's kind gesture. In the midst of such an aggressive society, there were people with pure hearts who were not afraid to defend what they believed in.

"We'll talk at home then, Lord Bridgerton." Y/n ended up saying after a few long tense moments in which the two exchanged glares. She straightened her dress and started to walk, but stopped and looked over her shoulder at the maid who was hesitant to follow. "Come on, Mary, when we get to the mansion I'll introduce you to the rest of our maids who I'm sure will help you settle in."

The atmosphere was tense throughout the carriage ride. Anthony and Y/n continued to avoid talking, knowing that an argument would immediately begin. Instead, he seemed to be caught up in his thoughts while his wife was busy talking to Mary, who slowly seemed to be starting to relax.

When the carriage finally stopped, although they were angry with each other, the Bridgerton got out first to help Y/n out, as she was quite clumsy and it wouldn't be the first time she almost fell out of the carriage in her long dresses. .

"My office. We need to talk." he said in a low voice into Y/n's ear who nodded.

"Juliet." the Viscountess Bridgerton called one of the maids. "This is Mary. Please show her her duties and introduce her to the rest of the people. Make sure she feels welcome."

"Of course, Lady Bridgerton."

Finally, the couple was alone, but spirits seemed to still be high. Anthony continued to be frustrated with Y/n because she didn't realize that there was a hierarchy in society, and they couldn't do everything they wanted, or it would harm not only them but the entire family. On the other hand, Y/n felt that Anthony was supporting social injustice, and that no human being should be treated badly just because they are from a lower social class.

"If you're waiting for me to apologize, I won't."

"I'm hoping you realize the gravity of what you just did." Anthony snapped, running a hand over his face with a sigh. "No matter how much it costs you, you have to respect this society and its rules!"

"But I don't agree with these rules!"

"I don't care about that!" the man exploded, not seeing how Y/n flinched. They had never argued like this. Obviously, they had already disagreed on some issues, but never to the point of raising their voices. "You were selfish! Everything you do affects you and all of us. You have to stop thinking only about yourself!"

"Selfish?" Y/n muttered, looking at her husband with a frown. Those words seemed to be like a knife in her heart.

"Did it occur to you that Francesca is going to start her season in a few months? Now surely all the suitors will know about this family's reputation. That we don't respect hierarchy. That I married someone who has nothing to do with this lifestyle."

Y/n's eyes filled with tears. Her voice was shaking, but she tried to keep herself in control, "Well, I'm sorry that I let you down. It wasn't my intention, Lord Bridgerton. I'm sorry that you married someone who wasn't supposed to be here, living with all this money and stupid rules of etiquette. But I will always do what I think is right. Because unlike you, I know what it's like to be looked down upon by the upper classes."

Anthony looked at her with wide eyes, his mouth opening and closing several times. "Wait, Y/N, I didn't mean it like that. I don't regret marrying you."

"It doesn't matter what you meant. Really, you should have married someone who was already into this lifestyle, who knew what the hell they were doing. I'm trying, I swear." Some tears fell. "But it's difficult. And dealing with these people, who think they are superior to others, I can't do it."

"Y/n…"

"But you're right. I should have thought about your family. Your siblings could be harmed by what I did, and that was the last thing I wanted. My apologies for that, I will make sure I fix this."

"No, no." the Bridgerton man said, looking desperately at the woman. The woman who gave up her life to marry him, and has tried hard every day to adapt. And here he is, who instead of helping her criticizes her for defending what she believes in. "You're not going to do anything because there's nothing to fix."

"You don't need to say that, I already realized I made a mistake."

"But you didn't, I did. I let myself be influenced by everything that is wrong in this society, and that's why I'm disappointed in myself. But you, my beautiful kind wife, just did what was right, and I'm proud of you. You are not selfish, god you are nothing like that. You do so much for this family, I don't know what came over me to say something as barbaric as that."

"Anthony…" Y/n sighed, not knowing what to say. Her husband, in turn, seemed to have relaxed when Y/n finally called him by his name and not his title.

"I love you. I married you because I love who you are and want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want our children to be as kind as you, and we can raise them to be good people, who help others. I'm sorry for the way I treated you."

Y/n remained silent but let a small smile appear on her face. Anthony also realized that they were better off with each other and took a step forward.

"I will kneel and beg for your forgiveness."

"What are you waiting for?" she teased.

Although she wasn't expecting it, Anthony actually lowered himself to his knees at her feet, looking at her in amusement but also with sincerity. "My apologies, Lady Bridgerton. I will not repeat my mistakes again. I love you and how fierce you are. Now, will you please forgive me?"

"I don't know, Anthony, maybe I need something more convincing." she said, closing her eyes when she felt her husband lift her dress a little to place small kisses on her legs.

"I'm all yours, Y/N. For the rest of my days."

[eufezco]

TAKE ME WITH YOU

you want dbf!logan to take you with him to the xmansion but do you want to go there to attend charles xavier's classes or do you have hidden intentions?

logan x afab!reader (smut) + no use of y/n. english isn't my first language (!). gif credit to @/asgardswinter

—your dad told me you haven't left your room all day.

logan leaned on the doorframe, crossing his big arms in front of his body. his brown eyes were on you, lying in the middle of your bed, focused on the book on your lap.

—my head hurts every time i try to go outside. everything is too loud.

—everything is too loud —. he mocked you.

you huffed. you had used that excuse so many times before, thinking you could fool him, as if he didn't know that you could control your powers perfectly. the professor told him so, that your mind was perfectly structured, that it was impressive how much control you had over your powers for a psychic.

you had used that excuse so many times before because you wanted your parent's permission to attend charles xavier's school and if you had to play the victim for that to happen, you would.

you always did the same thing.

every time your parents let you know that logan was coming to your house for dinner on the weekend, that's when your plan started. you acted like your headache was unbearable, like you could hear the voices of even the people across the street, like you could not leave your room without covering your ears and scrunching up your face trying to shut all the voices.

it was perfect. to you, the perfect plan, and every time was the perfect chance for logan to take you with him. but to your bad luck, your performance never had an effect on your parents, much less on him.

—when did you arrive anyways?

—like an hour ago, but you already knew that, didn't you?

you smiled mischievously.

—do you think i cannot feel you when you poke around in my mind?

—oh, i know you do. it wouldn't be so fun if you couldn't feel me.

logan walked into your room. you closed your book and put it aside on the bed, no longer interested in it. right after, he picked it up and looked at the cover, with a photo of the professor and the name, charles xavier, signing as the author.

—it could be considered obsession at this point —. logan declared.

you rolled your eyes and snatched the book from his hands as you got up from your bed to place it back in its place on the shelf. you stood on your tiptoes but it was still too high and you couldn't reach it. you turned your head to look at logan. —would you mind?

he rolled his eyes and came to you, he knew what you were doing. the shelf was a bit high but you could reach it just fine.

logan took the book from your hand and stretched his body to put it on the shelf. during those seconds you were trapped between the piece of furniture and logan's body, his chest pressed against your back, his free hand held your hip in place to keep his balance and himself from crushing you.

you leaned subtly into the shelf, your ass rubbed against his crotch and logan immediately pulled away from you. you turned to look at him innocently as if you didn't do it on purpose, while your hands rested on your desk behind you, and with a little jump you sat on it.

—have you talked to my parents? should i start packing?

—you already know their answer. why don't you just use your powers to change their minds?

—if the professor knew, he would send me back home, but if you talk to them, my dad will listen to you, you are his best friend.

logan was the only person who could convince them. your parents weren't mutants, just ordinary people but they had seen how people like them treated people like you. they didn't want you to be away from them in a world where it was so dangerous to be a mutant.

yet they trusted logan. he fought alongside your father in some war and apparently, logan saved his life or something like that. you didn't remember that story very well, every time they told it at dinner time you could only focus on how the fabric of logan's shirt tightened around his big arms to the point that you could notice his veins. if you concentrated hard enough and used your powers you could even feel his warm blood running through them.

—i could have talked to them if you hadn't been putting those images in my mind while i was trying to have a conversation.

—tell me you didn't like what you saw —. you said, playfully. the eye contact became more intense when he didn't answer you.

those images were pure filth, scenarios that never happened and that you had fantasized about a million times in your head. you sent those dirty fantasies of yours to his mind while he was downstairs talking to your parents. he had to fix his position on the couch multiple times, take a sip of his drink to control the heat building up in his cheeks, and shake his head subtly in an attempt to kick you out of there.

logan remained silent which was enough of an answer. you smiled triumphantly. he shook his head, you were a lost cause.

—just imagine if i went there with you and we could spend every day together —. you raised two of your fingers and made an elegant movement while pointing at the door. logan followed your hand and saw how the door of your room closed. while he was distracted, your legs encircled around his body and brought him closer to you. — i'd be all yours, logan.

he was going to complain, he was going to tell you how you shouldn't say such things, how you shouldn't do those things to him, and how it was even worse that he allowed it. but the way your thighs squeezed both sides of his body to keep him from escaping, the way his eyes were fixed on his crotch pressing against your clothed cunt, and the way you did not take your eyes off his mouth...

logan could not even utter the first word when you crashed your lips against his.

he called your name once. you acted like you didn't hear him and continued kissing him. logan kissed you back but you could hear all the voices in his head and you didn't want him to listen to what they were saying. he called your name again. you knew that tone, that way of calling you. —this is wrong —. he mumbled into the kiss.

—no, it's not. i want you —. you whispered against his lips.

—your parents are downstairs —. logan reminded you.

you broke away from the kiss, a thin string of saliva connected your lips while you raised one of your hands to the level of your heads and snapped your fingers. logan looked at you confused.

—they can't hear us now —. you had to keep your concentration for a few seconds to be able to stay inside your parents' heads. when you had it under control, you planted a kiss on logan's chin. —they don't even remember you're home. in fact, they don't even remember i'm home.

—do you ever use your mutation for anything that isn't completely twisted?

you giggled. —and this is nothing.

a grunt left his lips at your words. your mouth attached to his again as your fingers sank into the thick, brown locks at the back of his head. logan's hands were on both sides of your thighs, digging his fingers into the flesh of them while he allowed your tongue to go past his lips. with his tight grip on the outside of your thighs, logan lifted you off the desk with ease. his hands slid down to your ass as he gently dropped you on the mattress of your bed.

logan threw his hands back and pulled the neck of his shirt over his head. you gasped and squeezed him harder between your legs. your hands were quick to attach to his pecs, feeling them hard, hairy, under your touch and then your nails scratched their way down, making logan groan, until they reached his abs. —god, you're so hot —. you grabbed the dog tags hanging around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss as you lifted your hips off the bed so you could feel him against you again.

in response to the desperation of your movements, logan's hand moved between your bodies and slipped into your pajama shorts. logan parted from your lips to look at you in the eyes, surprised.

—no panties?

—i knew you were coming over. fuck, —you moaned when he put his middle finger inside you. —wanted to save us some time.

—you wait for all your dad's friends without panties?

you whined and you held on to his bicep while he added his heart finger. his eyes were fixed on your face, paying attention to all your expressions. the way your teeth were digging into your lower lip, the wrinkles on your forehead from your frown, how your lips parted every time he pushed his fingers a little deeper.

—so you do, hm.

—no, logan, shit —his thumb connected with your clit. —only with you.

—atta girl, that's what i wanted to hear.

his face hid in your neck, his beard tickled you, his teeth gave little bites to your sensitive skin there and then his lips sucked on that same spot to soothe it.

your lips were half open, your eyes closed shut while his two fingers pushed inside you and his thumb moved in circles on your clit. you sneaked one of your hands inside his jeans and underwear and gave a sweet squeeze to his hard ass, was there any part of his body where his muscles were not perfectly defined? logan grunted, feeling how you sunk your nails there and gave him some cute half-moon marks.

your legs closed around his body as he felt how your pussy tightened around his fingers. —wait, i need you, please, fuck, i need your cock.

and who was he to deny you? you shifted uncomfortably on the bed when he pulled his fingers out of you.

—you're still wearing too many clothes, don't you think? —logan said as he sat on his knees. you nodded, arching your back so he could take off your shirt and lifting your hips from the mattress so he could slide your shorts and panties off your legs.

he licked his lips as he watched you from above. so perfect. logan felt bad about all the times that he had imagined what your body would look like, he had fantasized about it when he saw you dive into the pool while he helped your father with the barbecue, he had to look away from you when he noticed that your nipples were showing through that floral dress. all that ended at that moment, with you naked under him.

your cheeks were starting to grow hot thanks to his eyes on you.

—so fucking beautiful, you're fucking perfect, sweetheart —he leaned on top of you again, connecting his lips to yours and cupping one of your boobs. —perfect fucking tits —. his lips moved from your mouth and sucked on your nipple. you whined in response, trying to focus on your hands unbuttoning his pants and zipping them down along with his underwear.

you wrapped your fingers around his hard cock, using your thumb to spread the bead of precum over the tip. he clenched his jaw as you lined him up at your entrance and he slowly pushed himself inside of you, your hands gripping his biceps as he did it.

your throat felt dry from moaning, his hips hammering into you at a hard and fast pace, the sweet sounds that came out of your mouth encouraged him to do so. but then, all of a sudden, logan's hand covered your mouth and his movements stopped.

your dad was calling you. you heard his footsteps coming up the stairs, you had let yourself get so carried away that you had freed your parents' minds. logan looked at you with his eyes open wide, his heart beating so fast he thought it would burst out of his chest. you closed your eyes shut, getting into your dad's head and listening as his footsteps approaching your room stopped.

—ugh, darling! i forgot she's not home. could you text her and tell her to buy it on her way home?

both of you let out a sigh of relief.

—this fucking turned you on, you freak —. his hand was still in your mouth, he could tell you were smiling because of your eyes, —could feel you clenching around my cock every time he came closer.

his fingers dug into the flesh of one of your thighs as he helped you to encircle that leg around his waist. your moans muffled and died onto the palm of his hands as logan pulled out and pushed in again. his dog tags dangled in your face, the tip of his cock brushed against that sweet spot inside you. the hand that covered your mouth came up to clutch the headboard above your head so he could steady himself and thrust into you harder.

you moaned his name, squeezing his body with your thighs, your pussy tightening around his cock. logan fucked you through your orgasm, making your legs shake and your eyes turn white thanks to the overstimulation, and then he thrust into you one more time before he pulled out and came on your stomach.

he let his forehead rest on your shoulder and you caressed his hair as you both tried to catch your breaths.

—do you have anything i can use to clean you up?

you looked around, looking for something on your nightstands while you were still trapped under logan's body. you shook your head.

—you should've just cum inside.

logan huffed a laugh as he moved off of you and lay down next to you on the bed. —maybe in a few years.

he reached for your panties at the foot of the bed and he ran the fabric across your stomach, collecting all of his cum in them. you rested your head on one of your arms as you rolled over on the bed to look at him. he held your panties in the air using two of his fingers. —wear them all night and i'll convince your parents for you to come with me.

you smirked and you snatched them from his hand. —deal.

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

reader gets super drunk with the pogues so they have to call rafe to get her. And he wasn’t very happy

lets have a good time

pairing(s): bf!rafe cameron x gf!fem!reader , the pogues x reader

warnings: alcohol, pet names, almost a fight

summary: after having one too many to drink, your friends are forced to call your boyfriend.

authors note: thank you for the request!! enjoy :)

not edited

do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.

not my gif

“c’mon, sarah. please?” you whined.

“babe, you’ve already had way too much to drink,” she said with a chuckle.

you began to pout. “but rafe never lets me drink and we haven’t all been together in sooo long,” you dragged. “this is like—like the one night we can have fun. so why not enjoy it.”

“you’re enjoyin’ it alright,” jj joked, taking another sip from his beer.

that gave you an idea. jj always drank with you.

you turned to him with a smile and the two full shot glasses. “jj?”

he could never turn down alcohol. “why not?”

you cheered and handed him one of the shots before counting down, connecting your lips with the glass and leaning your head back as the burn slid down your throat.

the two of you high fived each other before starting to pour yourselves another.

“you think we’ll have to call him tonight?” john b asked, standing with pope, sarah, and kiara as they watched the two take more shots.

sarah nodded. “definitely. she’s not walking in this state.”

“he’s gonna be pissed,” pope said.

“so pissed,” kiara agreed.

sarah sighed and shifted her weight to one foot. “who’s gonna do it this time?”

john b and pope put their fingers on their noses quickly. once kie noticed, she did the same.

“not fair,” the blonde said. “i don’t wanna text him.”

kiara laughed. “he’s your brother. if he hears it from us, he’d probably run us all over on the way here.”

she sighed but pulled out her phone and began to search for his contact to call him instead while you and jj were still drunkenly stumbling around each other, laughing uncontrollably, dancing to the music and taking another shot.

“what do you want?” he asked, voice louder now that he was on speaker.

sarah rolled her eyes. “can you come get y/n? we’ve all been drinking, some more than others, and i don’t think its a good idea for us to drive her home.”

“what the fuck, sarah? i told you about this shit already. stop—“

she hung up before he could get another word out. john b reached into the cooler and grabbed out some beers, handing one to each of the three. “we’re gonna need ‘em for this one.”

“it’s like a ticking time bomb,” kie said. “we’re basically sitting ducks right here.”

sarah shook her head. “he won’t do anything too bad. you know she doesn’t like when he gets all mouthy with us,” she replied, referring to you.

and in record breaking time, the big truck was pulling into the dead patch of grass on the side of the chateau.

you gasped when you saw your boyfriend approaching and immediately run up to him, without stumbling and tripping as much as you can, flinging your arms around him and holding yourself close to him. “hi, rafe,” you slurred against his chest.

“hi, baby,” he said softly. your balance was completely off. he wrapped his arms around you to ensure you wouldn’t fall then looked up to his sister and the rest of the pogues. “are you kidding me?”

sarah shrugged. “she was having fun, rafe. let her.”

“what did i tell you about this? look at her. she can barely even stand,” he spat angrily. “i told you to watch her. and you didn’t. you’re supposed to monitor how much she’s drinking so she doesn’t—“

“hey,” you mumbled quietly, leaning off his chest and stumbling back slightly to look at him. “‘s fine. ‘m fine. i was jus’ havin’ fun with my friends and—and i had a little too much. sarah even—even told me i was drinking too much. ‘s fine though. can we jus’ go home?” you slurred between hiccups.

he took a deep breath. he could never say no to you.

“c’mon,” he said softly. you waved goodbye to all your friends and with a hand on your back to keep you steady, he led you to the car. his hands found your waist to help you up into your seat, strapping you in then shutting the door and hastily walked around to the other side.

you giggled when he got in. “i had sooo much fun today, rafe.”

he smiled to himself and began to reverse out. “i can’t wait to hear all about it, sweetheart.”