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alt-vera · 1 year

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— text me, texas ⁀➷

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joel miller worries that the girl he’s been seeing is holding out on him on purpose. she definitely isn’t.

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♡ | joel miller | 1.5k | ❛ text me texas - chris young ❜

warnings: pre!outbreak joel miller. outdoor oral (m!receiving). praise. fond nicknames being used. deep throating. age gap. mdni.

❝ it’s breaking my heart and i’m starting to get the message… c’mon and text me, texas ❞

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JOEL MILLER COULDN’T KEEP HIS EYES OFF OF HIS PHONE.

　Whether he was working, or making breakfast for Sarah, his flip phone was always in his peripheral vision. He didn’t even know if it was intentional anymore.

　It’d been a week since he heard from you. A week since the two of you had gone on a nearly disastrous date. A week since he’d gotten a text from you reading, “Talk 2 U L8er, cowboy”

　Texas and Cowboy. You were the one who started the nicknames, jokingly calling him cowboy when he’d come into the ER for some stitches he’d earned during work. Joel knew he shouldn’t be hitting on the resident more than a decade younger than him patching him up, but he loved the way the corners of your eyes crinkled as he cracked a ludic joke, and the way the tip of your tongue peeked out of the corner of your mouth as you honed in on your work.

　This lead to him asking for your number as you discharged him, and you saying yes for a reason Joel couldn’t figure out. Of course, your residency schedule wouldn’t allow for a date right away, something that wouldn’t happen for another two weeks after your fateful meeting, but it did allow for an abundance of phone calls between the two of you.

　Something that had become so routine for Joel that, with their current absence, had caused him a week of fitful, sleepless nights. Missing his texas that wasn’t really from Texas.

　Even now, as he and Tommy shot the shit sitting on the back of Joel’s shoddy wooden porch, beers in hand and cicadas buzzing a backtrack for their conversation, he couldn’t help but steal glances at the folded black device sitting on the table between them.

　“Maybe she’d finally come to her senses,” Tommy suggested with a shit-eating grin as he took a sip from the glass bottle in his hands. “Realized she could do better than a dirty ol’ contractor.”

　“Don’t talk as if your shit don’t stink,” Joel replied gruffly, calloused hands picking at the peeling label of his beer. “You’re in the exact same boat as i am. How is Ashley, by the way?”

　“Fuckin’ a lawyer,” Tommy replied with a roll of his eyes, a much more forceful sip being taken now. “Hey, maybe that’s why she hasn’t called you. She’s fuckin’ her doctor-supervisor whatever it’s called.”

　“Or maybe she’s been too busy patchin’ up dumbasses like yourself.”

　Your voice cut through the summer air, stunning the two men as they turned around to look at you. You leant against the sliding glass door, tank top wrinkled from being in your locker all day and jean shorts hanging low around your hips. Your hair was wild from being thrown up all day, shining in the setting sun as a six pack hung loosely in your hand.

　“Texas,” Joel said weakly, stunned to see you there.

　“Cowboy, Ranger,” You greeted respectively, smiling as you moved to stand in front of the two as you put the pack on the table. “Glad to know you two still think about me when i’m not around.”

　“I’ll take that as my cue to leave,” Tommy mumbled, face ruddy from being caught shit-talking. He placed his empty bottle on the table, fishing out a new one from the pack you brought. “I’ll be drinking this one at home, Doc. Thank ya.”

　You gave him a two-fingered salute as he stalked off, taking his chair and popping the cap off your beer. Joel’s mouth hung agape before he snapped to his senses, hand running over his stubbly jaw.

　“Tommy, y’know, he was just bullshittin’,” Joel mumbled, eyes trained on you, looking for any sort of indication that you were pissed. “Y’know I don’t think you’d do something like that.”

　You laughed heartily, which put Joel somewhat at ease. He melted into his chair just a bit, taking a quick swig.

　“I know, cowboy,” You teased the nickname. Your shorts rode up a bit as you shifted, and Joel fought himself not to stare. “My attending’s been up my ass this week, sticking me in the ER til i ran out of ice packs and stitchin’ thread. That’s why i’ve been so M.I.A.”

　Joel ignored your addressing of your silence, instead quirking his lips up into a teasing grin. “Meet any patients as charming as i was?”

　“Nope,” You replied, taking a swig of your own. “No one can beat the one and only Joel Miller.”

　Joel angled his body more towards yours, “Is that why you took it out of your busy schedule to come see me?”

　“Actually,” You said, wrist twirling as you stretched your soreness, “I have tomorrow off, so i thought i’d pay my dear cowboy a visit, seeing as i left him in radio silence for the past week.”

　“Yeah, darlin’, you can’t do that to an ol’ man like me,” Joel sighed, tracing the wood of his chair. He was never good at being vulnerable. “Made me think you were off, i dunno…”

　You picked up where he trailed off. “Fucking my doctor-supervisor whatever?”

　Joel shook his head, crows feet prominent as he squinted. “No, just that maybe… there was someone else.”

　“If you ever can’t call,” He continued, “You can always text me. Even though i don’t know how to text back, you can always… text me, texas.”

　“Well maybe I can make it up to you…”

　A sly smile danced on your lips as you sank from your chair and onto the balmy wood of the porch, crawling between Joel’s already spread legs. Your fingers traced the pattern on his bet buckle, doe eyes moving to stare up at him. “Sarah’s sleeping over at a friend’s house, right?”

　“Yes,” Joel’s voice came out as a broken sigh. His fingers came up to trace your jawline, rough pads leaving tingles on your smooth skin. “Y’know you don’t have to make it up to me, texas.”

　Your head cocked. “But i want to.”

　Those four simple words made Joel practically fall apart at the seams.

　You felt him relax into his chair, which you took as a signal to continue. You delicately palmed him through his tightening jeans, a groan of satisfaction leaving his lips as you did so. More confident in your actions now that you knew he was enjoying himself, you unbuckled his belt and jeans, pressing kisses to his clothed member.

　Joel’s fingers danced through your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail as you pulled down his boxers, cock springing up against his dark tee to meet the gentle summer breeze. You spit into your hand, stroking him before smoothly taking him into your mouth.

　Joel could stare at you all day, Texas sunset painting your skin with warm hues, your cheeks hallowed as you took him the best you could, hand stroking what you couldn’t. It took everything in him not to bust the moment you got on your knees in front of him.

　“That’s it, darlin’,” He cooed, thumb absentmindedly stroking your cheek as you took him deeper, throat bobbing against him as you tried not to choke. “Just like that.”

　You pulled away for a breath, and he leant down and kissed you. Your palm still stroking the head of his cock as his tongue swirled with yours. He could taste himself on your tongue, the tang of precum mixed with beer.

　You pulled out from the kiss, smiling as you turned your full attention back to his cock, your tongue sticking out of the corner of your mouth as you focused on making him cum, just as it did when you did his sutures.

　Your muscle tickled his slit as you took him once again in your mouth, wrapping around him as you continued to go down. He groaned, large hand putting gentle pressure on the back of your skull as he encouraged you to take him in farther.

　“You can do it, baby. You can take it all.”

　His encouragement spurred you further, nose coming to meet the wiry hairs at his base as he fully went down your throat. You sputtered around him, but he held you in place, hips bucking up into your mouth.

　“Fuck, darlin’, i’m cumming.”

　His warning came out broken as he moaned, hot seed travelling down your throat and leaking out the side of your mouth. You pulled off once he was milked, using your thumb to collect the fluid that escaped, licking it clean.

　You tucked him back into his boxers and laid your cheek on his jean covered thigh, smiling up at him with a lopsided grin as he fondly played with your hair, tucking it behind your ears and massaging your scalp.

　Joel couldn’t stop himself from grinning back, lips curling as he playfully rolled his eyes. “That was one hell of an apology, texas.”

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lookingformoondrop · 6 months

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Hiiii! Thanks for writing for tcoal! If you have time can I get a yandere Andrew x reader? Thanks :)

Sure thing~ Once again, it seems highly unlikely that Ashley would let this obsession slide, so for the sake of the story, she's been bliped. Happy (late) Halloween! <3

Yandere! Andrew GravesxReader

TW: Yandere themes, possession, obsession, murder, implied kidnapping, intimidation, stalking, Andrew has a foul mouth (Y/N too), not proofread

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Andrew Graves has a mask.

It's a very well crafted mask that's used to blend in with his peers, his friends, his girlfriends, his parents, and even himself.

It covers the dark parts of Andrew that even himself is too terrified to look at.

For if you look into the abyss, it looks back at you.

But when he met you, swinging back and forth at the playground swing, he could've sworn he heard something crack.

You were beautiful.

As he watched you, with the breeze blowing at your cute overalls and baggy shirt, god, so pretty.

Your smile could open the gates of the heavens. Your laugh could make rainbows last, your tears would be prettier than diamonds, and you in his cage would bring him closer to your hell.

He couldn't help but imagine you as some sort of art. Something valuable that wasn't ever to be touched by another person. Only seen by him, just him.

His mask cracked the more he looked at you.

That day started a life-long obsession.

He would venture to that park a few more times after that, until eventually introducing himself to you. Naive you, who believed him to be a kind and stoic person.

You weren't wrong, but it was your fault for thinking that's all it was.

Even if Andrew never admitted it to himself, the thought of you being his and ONLY his made his heart flutter.

How when you breathed, when you walked, when you spoke, when you laughed, it would all belong to him.

Those thoughts kept him awake at night, even if a light blush would always dust his cheeks.

As time went on, he learned that his dakmfk thoughts that he pushed to the back of his mind would only resurface when a man talked to you. Even a father-figure was enough to put him in a foul mood.

Andrew didn't say anything, but hearing his name come out of your mouth made his blood boil.

"Andy? Are you okay? You've been glaring at the ground even since we walked past Mr. Mancho."

"Why do you even like him? He's so...weird," Mr. Mancho was an innocent looking math teacher, one that always smiled at the students. And yet, Andrew hated the fact he smiled at Y/N...he didn't like that very much.

"Weird? He's been pretty nice to me...," You scratched your chin in deep thought, "do you not like Mr. Mancho?"

Andrew looked up at your doe eyes and heard something crack again,

"...he keeps looking at my things."

Andrew justified his growing hatred.

Even as you shrugged away his weird moods whenever you talked to cousins, friends, and teachers, Andrew never lacked as your friend.

Through every obstacle, he'd be there to help you jump over them. Although he'd complain about jumping in the first place, he'd never leave you.

He'd care about your issues, he'd care for your wounds, and he'd listen to your problems.

Especially when you were bullied.

The keyword here is 'were'.

While in school, a boy had groped you. When confronting him about what happened, his friend group laughed at you, claiming that you were just making shit up for attention.

This had made you cry when you got home.

Something that Andrew instantly knew about...somehow.

"Jesus Y/N, what happened?"

"S- Some boy touched me, and- h-he then said I was just making it up for attention! My friends all believed him a-and I," you broke down in sobs as your day was retold to your best friend.

As you continued to share your day with Andrew, he remained completely silent.

Several times throughout the call, you'd check if he was even still on. Still, when you called out for him, he'd answer with praise for trying to stand up for yourself, no matter what they had said to you.

You didn't know it then, but Andrew was squeezing his pack of cigarettes so hard that by the time he had gotten off the phone with you, they were all broken.

The next week, when you came to school, authorities were there questioning all the students. When they came to you, it was explained that the boy who groped you was killed and stuffed into his parent's basement freezer. Along with his friends, who all mysterious died in the forest, with some sort of satanic pentagon painted beneath their bodies.

You told the police you knew nothing, and all your friends who had doubted you came to you in an instant with apologies.

When you had told Andrew everything that happened he had only said,

"How strange."

As the years went on and you grew older, your friendship with Andrew always stayed strong.

Andrew would never say it, but when he kissed your cheek or patted your head, he was screaming,'I love you.'

But his dark thoughts, the ones he kept far back in his mind, would only double.

"Andy! Guess what happened today?"

"Hah?" Andrew turned his head from his spot on the couch.

"This cute boy at my job said he would love to take me out to dinner sometime!" You smiled brightly at the sly possibility that your bad streak with love would finally be over.

Every guy that ever walked into your life promptly bolted for the door the moment you opened it.

Andrew always told you that those guys just didn't appreciate you enough and that someone who bolted just like that was a quitter. Ashley?

But even then, you never gave up. Despite the long list of guys who ghosted you randomly.

"Oh...you said no, right? "

"What?" You walked over to Andrew from the door of the apartment. "Why would I say no...?"

Andrew looked at you with a dark shadow over his face, "Y/N, there are millions of creeps and perverts that are going to ask you out. They're only leering at you for your body."

You frowned at this notion,

"When you go to your next shift, tell him you don't want to anymore." Andrew thought for a moment and then shook his head.

"What's wrong?"

Andrew looked at your confused eyes.

"Just realized I have to get up early tomorrow to take out the trash."

When you went back to work the next day, he had quit just as suddenly.

Sad and upset over the millionth guy that ghosted and dumped you, you'd sulk to Andrew. Who would always make you warm cup of tea.

"Dumbass, you just keep picking quitters. It's not because of you."

"But Andy, I haven't had a boyfriend in years! At this point I'll die alone, probably with you right there to bury me with my hundreds of cats."

Andrew laughed at that and reached his arm around your shoulder.

"Just wait a little longer Y/N, I'm sure there's some jackass out there waiting for you."

"Yeah, right." You smiled at Andrew, "You're the only jackass I know, though. "

You leaned your head on Andrew's shoulder and began to fall to sleep rather quickly.

"The only...jackass...in my life... Andy, I'm sleepy."

Andrew took a sip of his tea and placed the cup far away from your drink.

"Rest Y/N. When you wake up, you'll have me right there besides you."

"Andy?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you, you're my best friend."

Andrew patted your hair as you drifted off to a drug-induced slumber.

"Yes, I'm your best friend," Andrew stared off to the distance as he thought about it.

"Soon, your only friend," He nodded at that statement, "Yes, the only friend you'll ever need."

His mask, although long forgotten, had finally cracked open.

You were his. Like a forbidden piece of art, it belonged to him. He was your painter, and as the painter, he declared you to be covered up. Only his retinas were allowed to peer at you.

It's your fault he went through all this effort to keep you safe. He's obligated as the painter to keep his art safe from dirty influences.

He's mildly disappointed in you whenever you speak to another man, but it's okay. It's his job after all to stalk the said man and hack his tongue off for even going to speak to you.

No matter how many guys he has to threaten, no matter how many people he's had to hack at, no matter how many people he's had to kidnap, it wasn't his fault.

It's yours.

All the blame is on his sweet, naive, poor, Y/N.

Still as innocent the day he found you at the playground.

"Still mine..." He mumbled as he stared at your sleeping face.

"Only mine."

Thanks for the ask!<3

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solaireverie · 2 months

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cl16 | lost in a film scene

summary: [ charles leclerc x f!actress!reader — social media au ]

sometimes fantasy becomes real life. up-and-coming actress y/n l/n never thought she'd find love when shooting her newest movie, which incidentally involves formula 1, but charles leclerc is determined to sweep her off her feet.

— requested

faceclaim: simone ashley

author’s note: hi there!!! thanks so much for requesting ♡ idk how movies work so suspend your disbelief please lol. i hope that you enjoy this!!

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hollywoodupdates Universal Pictures has announced that yourusername will be playing Lila Gallagher, one of the main characters of a highly anticipated motorsports film that will be released next year.

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yourusername and that's a wrap on slipstreammovie 🎬 i'm so excited for you to see the results of our blood, sweat, and tears — in theatres march 2024 🏎💨

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charles_leclerc 👏👏👏

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user hoping she's actually dating charles omggg

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hollywoodupdates yourusername has arrived on the red carpet for the slipstreammovie premiere! It seems that she's also brought a guest in charles_leclerc, who has been rumoured to be dating the actress since they met at the 2023 Australian Grand Prix. Could this be the confirmation we've all been waiting for?

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user i mean y/n just called charles her partner while talking to an interviewer so i guess it's true 🤯

↪ user she did?

↪ user yeah! i think the quote was "i'm really happy to have my partner with me today, especially since he helped me so much with finding the nuance in my role"

↪ user the racers who are also in love 🥹 idc that y/n is only a driver in the movie she'll always be a 2-time world champion in my heart

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charles_leclerc beyond proud of you, mon amour ❤️ you'll always be p1 in my heart

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redclercs · 10 months

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we were something, don’t you think so?

— or, the where lewis didn't know what he had until it was gone.

✐ (former) lewis hamilton x reader x carlos sainz

✐ requested, social media au, fc: simone ashley.

✐ warnings: taylor swift references (one day i might stop) (not really), angsty(?).

✐ to the lovely anon who requested this, i hope this is to your liking! if you wanted something else don't hesitate to let me know though♡

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dollymaniac · 11 months

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︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ Sick ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x GN!reader.

Summary: You got sick, like a really bad flu; Leon comes in to be your caretaker.

Wordcount: 0.846k.

A/N: just a very short kinda fluffy story i did after i rewatched that scene where Leon holds Ashley's hand while the plaga is being purged. (Didn't proof read, woops)

For a good few days you had a ever increasing in pain headache, It started as little annoying prickling by the side of your eyes, and as the days went on it had become a full blown migraine.

You my friend, had caught the flu, and the migraine was the first symptom, however, as the day went on your nose was stuffy and you had a horrible cough. You sent a text to your boyfriend, Leon, telling him you had to cancel the date you had as you were terribly sick.

Laying in bed, and trying (and failing) to sleep you heard the door to your apartment open up, and a warm familiar voice call you.

"Babe?" Leon had arrived with no warning what so ever. You coughed instead of responding, but that let Leon know where you were.

"Honey?" He poked his head through the door and saw you laying in bed, a red faced mess with too much tissue paper sorrounding you. "Oh lord" he said starting to enter.

You, in the panic leap up a little "No, no don't come in", Which was follow by a Hard, and painful sting on your throat that made you cough uncontrollably for half a minute. Painful, your chest felt on fire and your throat wasn't much better.

"Jesus Christ" Leon replied as he heard you coughing like you had just came out of a fire, "Yeah no chances of me leaving you alone like that" he said as he began to walk in despite your protest.

To be honest, Leon was quite recilient for those types of Viruses, he had to, or a simple flu may whipe him out during a mission.

He kneeled down in front of you and reached for your forhead, gently pressing his hand on it "Seems like you have a fever", after doing this, He stood up and without a warning, He straight up pulled off all of the soft, chunky blankets you had on.

"No!" You protested, he somewhat ignored that and reached for a very, very thin Blanket. Putting it over you and wrapping you up like a helpless burrito. It didn't do much to help you feel less cold as it was fresh… Meaning, It had no warmth on it.

"sorry, but you can't be burried in those with a fever" he gave a small kiss to your cheek, comforting you "I'll get you a Soaked cloth".

You nodded with a pout as he stood back up again, Heading for the kitchen. As he walked out, you noticed on the floor of your door…. At least three plastic bags full of stuff. "L…leon?" Your voice raspy as your throat was hurt after so much force used to cough.

"yeah?"

"wh..what is all that?"

"I'm not leaving you to take care of yourself in that state".

A soft smile appeared on your lips as he said those words, he had always been protective, it was one of the things that made you fall for him, and it shined through as he came back and put the cold water soaked cloth on your forehead.

A 'tsss' came out of you as it made contact, it was too cold for you and it almost hurt. He gave you another small kiss on your cheek and pet your hair for a moment. "Yeah, i know its uncomfy" he spoke gently.

You thanked him, and he went on to bring the bags to your room, he had gone all out to make sure you had the best care possible.

The first bag was full, and i mean full of medicine, maybe too much… Maybe to the point it would last more than necessary, he knew he was being a little exaggerated but well, at least the next time you got sick you'd have spares; analgesics, cough syrup, Painkillers. All he could think of since you really didn't specify what you had.

Then the second bag, Full of food and water. Instant soup, Noodles, Crackers, some sweats, tea, coffee and more.

"Leon you… didn't need to" the cough interrupted you again.

"But i wanted to, your my partner; I'm gonna take care of you".

The third one was just full of entertainment for you to stay on bed rest, new books, one of those 2000's cheap game consoles with like 5 games, movies, and even cards.

The fourth and hidden bag was just his clothing he could stay as long as necessary.

You were surprised, since it was rare you got sick that bad you hadn't seen Leon pull anything similar. He even got you Pedialyte in case you were dehydrated.

A true keeper.

After a minute he put his hand on your face again "it's going down" his gentle tone as he smiled at you, sitting on the edge of the bed and talking gently about how he'd be your personal nurse for the time you were sick.

You couldn't help yourself but to think, while he looked at you with this soft demeanor, that you needed to get him a ring ASAP.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

He's just a keeper and we know it.

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roseglazedlens · 6 months

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I lieu of October coming up, how would some of the resident evil characters spend Halloween with the reader? ♡♡♡

𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗡 ✧.*

┇LEON S. KENNEDY┇CARLOS OLIVEIRA┇ETHAN WINTERS┇ ┇CLAIRE REDFIELD┇ASHLEY GRAHAM┇ADA WONG┇ content: SFW! Ada's part is slightly suggestive! a/n: thank you for the request! I had problem with some of these for a while, but with halloween around the corner i found the festive vibes for this!! hope you enjoy, dear! thank you for requesting again!! « masterlist┇reblogs appreciated! »

LEON S. KENNEDY

Leon doesn't usually dress up. It's out of the way for him to do so usually. But he can be bribed with a good meal and hug.

Old man thinks he's too cool to enjoy Halloween. But he actually really enjoyed dressing up in his low budget vampire suit from the discounted section of a Halloween store.

This is the only time in the year he would slick back his hair with gel in spite of how you think it looks really good on him, framing his features and accentuating his blue eyes. He is very stubborn and likes his hair down.

Now he wears the same costume every year. So much that you're getting really sick of it. He insists that it makes him look good (and it does)

He tries to act cool, but he hates horror movies. When you are watching it together, his hand will be clasping your arm tight, shaking a little.

"Are you sure you don't want to watch something else?" You would ask, and he would respond with: "Pfft. Me? I'm not scared at all."

CLAIRE REDFIELD

Halloween is Claire's favourite holiday! She LOVES it.

And so does the kids in her neighbourhood. She always has a huge smile on her face with trick or treaters, will compliment everyone's costumes and give away extra treats.

I see her going all out for Halloween parties. She learnt SFX makeup and a bit of sewing so that her costumes and make-up are really scary.

Which is a stark contrast with her brother, Chris. He thinks dressing up is a chore and a waste of time. When he does dress-up, it's always in uniform (e.g. firefighter, cop). He thinks it makes him look cool. (He's not wrong but, what is up with Chris and uniforms?)

Already planned out her costumes for the next five years (Ideas keep changing too). She definitely wishes there are more days in Halloween because she has so many ideas.

CARLOS OLIVEIRA

Carlos is a menace during Halloween.

In no way is Carlos the best at making costumes or doing scary make-up, but Carlos is very creative.

Years ago, Carlos disguised himself as a stuffed doll sitting on the porch. Gave all the kids the fright of their life. He will watch them scram away in fear, and bellows a laugh. (traumatising kids is his favourite pasttime)

Another year, he devised a mechanism that springs up a shadowed figure anytime someone rings his doorbell.

He became infamous in his neighbourhood for his antics, and it's now an attraction for both kids and grown-ups every Halloween.

I also see him and Claire becoming really good friends from their united love for Halloween!

ASHLEY GRAHAM

I headcanon Ashley to crochet, so with Halloween coming, I see her crocheting a spooky themed sweater top, or a granny square bag to embrace the season.

I think Ashley loves to host Halloween parties. With the size of her dad's house, she can accomodate a lot of friends. Often going over the top with themes and decorations.

This year's theme is Harry Potter. She custom ordered a 3 metre (10 feet) tall animatronic of a Dementor in her party and everyone loved it!

She also loves bingeing spooky movies during Halloween. Ashley loves horror movies so much! I don't see her screaming at horror movies, she has grown an immunity to them from watching too many.

ETHAN WINTERS

We already know Ethan has meticulously planned for Halloween almost a month in advance just for Rose.

He is determined to make Rose experience the best childhood, and that includes Halloween too.

Ethan loves matching costumes (would never admit it though), especially with Rose and you too.

When he finishes dressing up Rose, he snaps a million pictures of her, claiming he will show it to Rose when she's all grown up. And Rose will say "Dad, I don't want to take any more photos. The treats are gonna run out!"

Very protective. If anyone has a scary costume, he will steer Rose away from the scary man. Same for people who are underdressed, or is just generally creepy. Not on his watch.

ADA WONG

Halloween is not Ada's cup of tea. She goes out of her way to avoid going out during these days.

For trick or treaters, she leaves a candy bowl on her porch for kids to help themselves. Ada enjoys seeing the silly costumes the kids wear, but she despises interacting with them.

If you are special to Ada, she will put on a sexy Halloween outfit in the privacy of your quarters just for you. She won't take responsibility for whatever you guys might do afterwards. But those are just for your eyes only.

Ada watches horror movies with a blank face. At this point, nothing phases her anymore. I think she'll find them boring and slightly frustrating, with the stupid things the protagonists do to get themselves in danger. She rather watch true crime instead.

thanks for reading! come check out my other works. —yours truly, rose. tags: @valsthea @kennedyswhore @emilzke @daydreamrot @j3llyd0nut @ovaryacted @obsolescent © roseglazedlens — please do not repost, plagiarise, or feed to ai.

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ashleynicholsart · 1 month

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Hi Ashley! How have you been lately? ° ●♡●

Doin okay! A little stressed about life and other shiz but taking it one day at a time. Thank you for asking

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eds6ngel · 8 months

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another idea: reader going over to robin and vickie’s with steve for dinner one night, robin talks to reader about how good reader is for steve, little bonding moment with robin, and reader starts to feel deeper love, then fluff with steve and maybe a reciprocation of feelings? I think that’s it for now, but you don’t have to do any of them! thank you so much for writing the series, its soooo good and I can’t wait for any spin-offs!

hi my love!! i started off with this one as it goes in the order i'd like to tackle my asks in! i changed it up slightly (not too much), so i hope you enjoy!! ♡

warnings: dad!steve. singledad!steve. 90s!au. fem!reader. use of y/n. swearing. kissing. a lil bit of making out. allusions to sex. pet names. food mentions. r is mentioned as unlabeled (so you can assign the label according to your identity!!) r being an ally. fluff. comfort. love confessions!! [2.3k].

full 'when i kissed the teacher' masterlist.

“Babe?” Steve asks you, currently attending to the dishes piled in the sink from your beautiful handmade soup the two of you had for lunch. Alena was currently staying with Jonathan and Nancy, having a sleepover with her friend Ashley, which meant you had the place to yourselves.

“Uh huh?” you reply, not tearing your eyes away from the very intriguing book about the psychology of the human mind.

“You’re accepting, right?”

The question draws you away from the paperback, looking behind you to where Steve was scrubbing away at a green bowl, placing it neatly on the drying rack. “Yeah, I would say I am. Why?” The question seemed out of the blue, almost unordinary for him. It’s not like you had an issue with said question, it was just the timing that was confusing.

“Just… I really hope she doesn’t kill me for this,” Steve mumbles to himself, just loud enough for you to catch the tail end of, “You know Robin, she’s uh… She’s a lesbian, had a girlfriend for nine years. That’s okay with you… right?”

You smile, “Of course it’s okay. It’s more than okay. People can love whoever they want to love.” You were very passionate about this topic. You hadn’t particularly labeled your own sexuality, but you were striving for the ones that didn’t fit into the heteronormative society to have as many rights as you did. You frankly thought it was stupid that they didn’t already, and that as long as relationships are consensual and healthy, anybody of age should be allowed to love and potentially have sex with whoever they wanted.

Steve sighs out, chuckling lightly, “Oh thank God. I was so scared for a second.”

“Babe, if I didn’t support gay people, I shouldn’t even be deserving of your time. Besides… I’ve been to a few protests in my life,” you smirk, quickly looking back down at your book to leave Steve standing there in shock.

“You’ve been to protests?”

“Mhmm,” you hum, “College is a wild ride babe. You end up doing things you never thought you would ever do.”

“Huh… Anyway,” he shakes his running thoughts off, “I was asking because I was wondering if you’d like to go on a double date with them. You know, me and you, Robin and her girlfriend Vickie, that sort of thing?”

“Of course!” you happily agree, “When were you thinking?”

“Well, I’ll have to check with the girls, but since Alena isn’t back until tomorrow evening, I was thinking we could grab lunch somewhere tomorrow afternoon?”

“That sounds great babe! I’m totally down.”

He puts the final dish on the rack, walking up behind you and placing a tender kiss on the crown of your head, “Great, let me just give them a call, see if they’re down too.”

“There’s nothing good on this menu,” Robin whines, “You couldn’t have chosen a better restaurant, Steve?”

The four of you were squeezed into a booth of a small sandwich shop on the outskirts of Hawkins. Steve had his hand on your thigh as he scanned through the menu to the right of you, Robin and Vickie sat opposite.

Steve scoffs, “Just because you’re an extremely fussy eater, Robin. Everyone else here seems to be fine with the menu. The menu’s good, isn’t it, babe?” His question holds a slight waver of uncertainty, his best friend making his insecurities come out.

You take a quick look up at Robin over the top of your menu, smirking away as you pretend to cringe, “Well…”

Steve’s eyes open wide as he thinks he made the biggest mistake of his life, you having to quickly put a reassuring hand on your shoulder to calm him down, “I’m only kidding babe, it’s wonderful.”

“Well, according to someone it isn’t,” he narrows his eyes at Robin, her sticking her tongue out at him. You and Vickie give each other a look, as if you were both mothers parenting your immature children.

The waiter soon comes, Robin ordering a plain chicken sandwich, as suspected, Steve a ham and cheese toastie, Vickie a cheese and salad sandwich, and you deciding on a pulled pork sandwich.

“So,” you begin to start the conversation back up, “I’ve heard the two of you have been together for nine years. That’s incredible!”

Vickie holds Robin’s hand in hers on top of the table, the other leaning against her cheek, “Yeah. Almost at the nine year anniversary. You know, it took Robin two years to ask me out. She had a crush on me since the start of ‘86, took her until the Spring of ‘88 to make a move. We were both just blubbering messes up until that point. She finally asked me out, we had our first date, and then the rest is history I suppose.”

“So, just like me and Steve,” you giggle, Steve squeezing your thigh as he smiles down at you, Robin noticing how in love her best friend looks. “Always the whole mutual pining game, huh?”

“Apparently so. After the earthquake happened here a decade ago, we had to help out at the school for anyone affected,” Vickie explains, “Well, Robin and I got put on making PB&J’s, and I got so rambly and nervous in her presence that I buttered both pieces of bread with peanut butter.”

“Yeah, I was sorting clothes, watching the two of you be all cutesy and shit from across the room.”

Robin lets her mouth hang open, “You were watching that day?”

Steve nods with a grin on his face, “Uh, yeah? My best friend talking to her crush who she wouldn’t shut up about for months? And the two of you laughing and getting along? Of course I was watching.”

Vickie sighs happily, “I’m trying to think of some questions to ask the two of you, but I think we know every detail of your relationship.”

Robin raises her eyebrows with a smirk next to her girlfriend, “Oh yeah. Every goddamn time we saw him. ‘She called me handsome.’ ‘She’s just so pretty.’ ‘What am I supposed to do?’ Over and over again. It was constant reassurance, trying to encourage him to ask you out.”

“Just to let you know though,” Vickie points at you, “We did not encourage him to kiss you and therefore lose your job. We take absolutely no responsibility in that.”

You brush her off with a wave of your hand, “I mean, it didn’t end up so bad in the end. I mean, no insult to Hawkins or anything—”

“Babe,” Steve interrupts you, “We’ve all grown up here. You can insult this place however you like.”

“I don’t like to be rude though honey, you know that!” you laugh as Steve presses a kiss to your cheek, Robin and Vickie giving each other a knowing look, “Okay, fine. Just to preface, I loved the kids I taught, okay? Nothing wrong on their part. Just… some of the teachers were extremely mean in the staff room, some parents were just absolutely awful and the place itself was just… I dunno, something felt off.”

“Yeah, because it’s a piece of shit,” Robin truthfully states, Vickie jabbing her lightly in the ribs, Robin letting out an “Ow!”

You giggle, “Yeah, it kind of is, I guess. At least in comparison to Ernie Pyle. I suppose parents take their kids education a lot more seriously there. The student population is mostly made up of ethnic minorities from disadvantaged backgrounds, so the parents want to give their kids what they never had growing up. Plus, I think it’s around 90% of the teachers already have at least three years of prior teaching experience. It’s one of the reasons they took me on actually.”

“Well, I’m glad you got your happy ending. Perfect relationship and a perfect job,” Vickie points out, “Seems like a total win.”

“Yeah,” you look up at Steve lovingly, “It was.”

You had all enjoyed your meals, no matter how adventurous your selections were. Before you all got ready to leave, Steve excused himself to the bathroom, Robin sipping the final bits of her strawberry milkshake. “I’ve never seen dingus so in love before. I imagine you must get fed up with how much he says it.”

But, that’s the thing: he’d never said it. You weren’t gonna critique him on that, you were happy to take things as slow as possible, but there was that lingering thought in the back of your mind that maybe he wasn’t as in love as you were. And you didn’t want to scare him off by saying those three words if he didn’t feel that confident in the relationship yet.

“Actually, he hasn’t said it yet…” you let out.

“What?”

“Are you kidding?”

The two girls sit there in shock as you shrug it off. “No, you have to be lying,” Robin says, “Dingus has been in love with you since… well, forever!“

“Yeah, my love’s not kidding,” Vickie adds on, “I’m pretty sure he told us after you two did the Christmas Fayre together.”

“Probably even alluded to it before that.” Robin looks you in the eye, “You do love him, don’t you?”

You nod, “Of course I love him, Robin! I just don’t want to say it, and then he doesn’t feel the same—“

“Y/N, I’m telling you,” Vickie interrupts you, “He is 100% definitely in love with you. I know that for a fact. We both do.”

Robin nods, making you lean back in your chair and pinch the bridge of your nose, “Why won’t he say it then?”

“Y/N,” Robin starts, “The first girl Steve ever said ‘I love you’ to was Nancy Wheeler two weeks into their relationship, and they broke up a year later. The second was Alena’s mother who walked out when her daughter was a few months old, leaving Steve alone with a child to raise by himself. I think he’s just scared to say it in case you leave, since that’s all he knows.”

Vickie nods along, “But, if you say it first… I think that he might calm down a little. Realise that you are the one taking initiative.”

“Just say it…” Robin says softly, “What else have you got left to lose?”

But, you could have a lot to lose. What if he was just saying it to Robin and Vickie and doesn’t properly mean it? What if you tell him and he doesn’t reciprocate? You’d lose your whole relationship.

You have no time to think as Steve re-appears, reaching for his denim jacket the other side of you, “Right, we ready to go?”

Robin and Vickie smile at you, giving you a look as they begin to stand, collecting their belongings as the four of you head out the main entrance of the shop.

After bidding farewell to Robin and Vickie, Steve drove you back home, him having to clean the house for when Alena got home, and you having to prepare resources for your class tomorrow.

He pulls up to your apartment complex, leading you to the entrance as always, like the gentlemen he is.

You grab his hand, Steve noticing that it was slightly shaking wrapped around his, “Um… Steve? I just want to say something before you go.”

He simply stares back, you taking it as a sign to continue talking. You let out a breath. It was now or never.

“I understand that you’ve been wanting to take this entire thing slowly, and I get that. But, I just want to reassure you that I am in this for the long run. I love how you treat me, and care for me. I love the dates you take me on, they are so varied. I love how kind, and caring, and slightly stupid you can be sometimes. And I guess what I’m trying to say is that… I love you.”

You can audibly hear how his breath hitches in his throat, your brain instantly taking that as a mistake, “But, don’t feel as if you need to reciprocate or anything, because I don’t want to pressure you into doing that. I just needed to let it out—”

Your rambling is stopped by Steve’s lips crashing into yours. You can’t help but let the slight moan slip from your mouth as he deepens the kiss, your hands wrapped around his shoulders as he cups your cheeks. Before the kiss can escalate, Steve pulls apart from you, leaning his forehead against yours as he whispers back, “I love you too,” a goofy smile gracing his features. “Shit, I was just so scared to say anything in case it made you leave, as that’s what usually happens whenever I say those words—”

It’s now your time to interrupt him with a giggle, “I know baby, Robin kind of told me everything.”

He shakes his head, “God, I hate her. Always revealing secrets about me.”

“Damn,” you huff, “Maybe I should hang out with her more, get more juicy details about you.”

He leans back, raising his eyebrows at you, “Absolutely not. I’ve revealed way too much of my life to her.”

You both laugh, “You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington.”

“I love you too, Y/N L/N,” he replies, leaning in to kiss you once again. You melt into the kiss, Steve swiping his tongue across your lips, asking for permission to which you accept, opening your mouth and letting his tongue slip in, the lingering taste of his sandwich invading your senses. The two of you moan, you pulling back to catch your breath, realising the two of you were technically stood directly next to a busy road. “Amy’s out with her boyfriend today… So, I have the apartment to myself…”

Steve looks down at his watch, before turning his gaze back to you, smirking and seductively replying, “I think we have time.”

i hope you enjoyed!! i will get to the rest of your asks (and everybody else's) tomorrow and during the course of next week!! ♡

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sillygraham · 7 months

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Finally home ♡

pairing ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ ashley graham x fem ! reader

warnings ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ just fluff , not proof read

a/n ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ Hai I suggest listening to she's my religion by pale waves while reading this :3 kind of inspired by that song! also second fic...And its fluff, an upgrade from the angst last time...

She's coming back. She's finally coming back. Ashley has been gone for a day or two and you hadn't stopped worrying since. Leg bouncing, you wait anxiously for the helicopter to land. Eyes shifting from the sky to the helipad.

sky, helipad, sky, helipad, sky, helipad, sky, helip—

you hear the sound of rotor blades, whirling in the sky. You jump from your seat, a smile spreading on your lips. Seeing her step out, you have to resist the urge to run to her, knowing you'll probably get tackled if you do.

After everything is good, Ashley notices you and runs straight to you. The two of you falling on the floor from the speed of her. Tears streaming down both of your faces, hugging her so tightly, afraid if you let go, she'll be gone again.

"Oh my god, I — I missed you so much. Thought I'd never see you again," hiccups interrupting your words.

She hides her face in the crook on your neck, tears falling on it. "I was so scared, so fucking scared...I didn't think I was gonna make it." Her words mumbles from your skin.

The two of you soon get up, still hugging while you start to smother her in kisses. That is until when a man approaches the two of you.

Leon Kennedy, if you remember correctly. He gives a small wave and Ashley reluctantly releases you.

"Oh! [Name], this is Leon. He's the agent they sent to get me. Both of us had one hell of a night." She jokes.

He reaches his hand out and you take it, giving him a firm handshake.

"Thank you, thank you so much for bringing her back home. I don't know what I would've done if she never came home."

"No need to thank me, it is my job after all." His tone dry, you give an awkward smile. "I should get going," he gives Ashley a short hug and then pats her shoulder, "get home safe. Not sure if I'm willing to save you again after tonight," he smirks.

Ashley punches his shoulder, "yeah, yeah...See you around, Leon!" Waving as he starts to walk away, she turns back to you.

"You two remind me of siblings..Look like it too. You sure you don't have a long lost brother?"

"Oh, stop it! But, yeah, I do see him as an older brother. He kept me safe, didn't give up on me all the time in Spain...I'm thankful for him."

You hum and take her hand.

"Shall we?" You point your thumb to where the escort is.

"We shall." She leans on you as the two of you walk to the car and get in. Heading home, finally able to embrace each other again. She falls asleep on your shoulder and you soon fall asleep as well.

She's finally back in your arms, that's all you could ask for.

a/n 2 ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ i kind of wanna make a part 2 of this...like them goijg on a cute lil date...If i do make one lmk if youd wna b tagged :3 tho I am not promising a part two! again, reblogs ++ comments appreciated!!!!!

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zandiiangelspit · 11 months

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I LOVE YOUR ASHLEY N LEON ART SM

ITN MAKES ME SO HAPPY AAA 😭💖

AHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!! ;W; ♡♡♡

I'm obsessed with them and they deserve happiness and love always ♡♡♡

Tired anxious man but he always indulges his lady, always has time for her ♡

#drawings #resident evil 4 #resident evil #RE4 #Leon x Ashley #Leshley #Leon Kennedy #Ashley Graham #RE4R #resident evil 4 remake #leon kennedy x ashley graham #THANK YOUUUU <3 #answered #EagleOne

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rassvetsky · 2 years

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Hi there!! If you're at all interested (no worries if not!), one of my new favorite songs is called Sleepy by Ashley Kutcher, and it's a really cute song about how she finally feels at peace around someone. I think a Bucky fic where either the reader or Bucky or both have trouble sleeping, and constantly feel anxious, until they are around each other, and their heart just calms, would be really cute 💜

the way i shamelessly added this song to my playlist, thank you SO MUCH for the request and the song because im stealing it. im stealing ur favorite song hehe. i was half-asleep through the writing process so i hope you like this absolute mess, gorgeous!! ♡

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bucky barnes x reader

"Having not slept properly for years unless it was on ice, Bucky found it easier to realize that his nightmares aren't real when his head was by your chest."

[3.2k] | insomnia, slight PTSD from former missions, platonic relationship, pillow-talk, fluff.

reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.

You weren't a stranger to restless nights.

Nights that are spent staring at the ceiling, the alarm clock on your nightstand, or your knees tucked against your body; nights where it would take hours for sleep to finally find you, often leaving you uneasy for the rest of the day.

Some nights, you'd be too frustrated to fight it, deciding to sneak out of your room as quietly as you could to make your way to the shared kitchen; sitting by the island counter with a mug of herbal tea and sprawled open newspaper. You were sure that the paper wasn't up to date, because frankly, nobody ever touched it if it wasn't for Steve and Bucky recitating how languishing it was to get a hold of that thin sheet instead of scrolling away on their smartphones. They were the designated japing material for Tony, if anything.

Some other nights, it would be warm enough for you to walk through the neatly kept yard, a scarf thrown on your shoulders as you walked off your endless trains of thought, a cool breeze acting as a splash of cold water against your face to keep you in the moment.

But more often than not, you found it hard to leave the bed. Dreaded the way hours went through but your mind never left its overdrive state, pushing you from emotion to emotion until the sun came up, and illuminated your surroundings through the blinds.

You never told anyone why you seemed so exhausted each morning, but somebody knew. That somebody went through, if not exact, similar things each night when he put his head on the pillow. Not that he was a psychic- he couldn't read through you, but thanks to the serum he was given, he could hear you through the walls which separated your rooms.

Bucky could hear your otherwise quiet sobs and strings of curses which left your lips from frustration. He could hear the sheets beneath you as you tossed and turned, closing his eyes and fidgeting with the hem of the blanket as he sighed.

It felt somewhat relieving to know that he wasn't the only one feeling that way.

He was battling with his own problems by the other side of the wall, not exactly finding it that hard to sleep but still dreading it. The nightmares plagued him, stuck onto his soul like a blood-sucking leech, pushing him awake with a knot on his stomach and definitely not enough oxygen in his lungs. He wouldn't have slept if he knew that the exhaustion wouldn't get to him during missions, so even though it was painful to relive every single of his darkest memories each night when he closed his eyes, he still went through that torture over and over again as to not put anybody in danger, just because he was tired.

He spoke in his sleep often, mostly quiet, but sometimes his protests were loud enough that you could slightly hear them from your side of the wall. You knew how hard it must be for him, he carried decades worth of trauma on his shoulders on a daily basis and he was way too proud to admit to it, and do something about it.

You were proud too, so you couldn't really blame him for that.

This situation between the two of you stood as a mutual pity -not exactly pity, maybe compassion- for months, until one night, it all got too much to bear.

An extraction mission went terribly downhill the other night, resulting in more casualties than your conscience could afford. The hot steam of your shower washed away the dirt and the debris but not the pangs of remorse, it clung to you, even when Steve specifically told everyone involved that it wasn't anybody's fault. There's nothing they could've done.

You went to bed later that night after contemplating everything Tony said to the team during the debriefing, the rest of the compound already fast asleep when you laid on top of your blanket. With your skimpy sleeping clothes in the nighttime, it was easy to get cold, yet you couldn't find it in yourself to bury yourself beneath the sheets. You couldn't get yourself to lift an arm, even.

A warm tear slid down your cheek, a few others following through the damp trail, all the way down to your neck. You had the urge to wipe it all away but you couldn't, transfixed on the wall instead. Soft sniffling accompanied your tears, and not too long after, quiet sobs. And of course, you had no idea that your current state was obvious to anybody, until the quiet buzz of your phone yanked you out of your trance.

Wiping your tears with the back of your hand, you reached for the nightstand, squinting a little to get used to the light as you held the phone up. A notification from Bucky Barnes.

"Everything is going to be alright."

For some reason, that short sentence forced a sob out of you, as you stared at it for a good minute. You felt heard. You felt like you could believe him.

Bucky was a good man at his core.

"I've been hearing that for years now." you texted back, fingers shaky from both your emotions and the cold. "You can't sleep, too?"

From the other side of the wall, Bucky chuckled to himself. Vibranium and flesh fingers tapped against the screen, and then deleted it all, only to start over. "I haven't slept properly for years unless it was on ice."

"Come join my misery, then."

And that's how Bucky found himself by your door, shutting it behind him as you sat up on the bed to pat the spot next to you. Temptative steps led him to your bed, as he sat by your side, leaning on the bed frame before pulling the blanket up to cover your legs. An awkward sigh left your lips, Bucky nodding in acknowledgement as if he could read your thoughts. Being teammates didn't always mean being close to everybody, and although the two of you knew each other well by now, you weren't that close. Not close enough to have a tearful sleepover anyhow.

"How are you feeling?" thankfully, Bucky broke off the silence, earning a shrug from you as a response to his question.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" you asked back, as a soft grin took over his features, arms crossing on his chest. The action would seem defensive if you didn't know him.

"Nightmares."

"I thought you said you didn't have them anymore."

"Yeah, to my therapist." he chuckled.

Your questioning gaze found his. "Lying to your therapist won't do you any good."

"I don't owe her the truth," letting out a sigh, he readjusted his position on your bed, head falling back against the frame of it.

Your curiosity didn't diminish however, as you slowly pulled yourself towards the bed frame like him, to lean against it. "And you owe it to me?"

"I'll be real with you even if I don't need to." his words were soft as they reached your ears, making you hum a little as your gaze fell to your lap. "You're my friend."

You couldn't help the smile which crawled its way up to your lips at that. "I'm glad you consider me one." you hummed, as quietly as you could. "Didn't think you would. How'd you know I wasn't asleep, though?"

"Thin walls," he joked, earning a perplexed look from you. "I mean- they're not, yeah. But, you know, the serum and all… I can hear you all the time."

"Oh, shit." you chuckled to yourself, making him laugh along with you. "Gosh- I'm really sorry. The nightmares are giving you a hard time and I'm probably not making it easier."

"You're alright. Better than Clint when he's over, at least, he sings a lot."

"He does?!"

"Not very good at it." he spoke, smiling when he noticed how your nose scrunched a little with your laugh. "My judgment might be clouded by 40's music, though."

It was surprising how little it took for Bucky to bring your mood up, filling your soul with a newfound sense of comfort which slowly, but surely, made you sleepier by the second. It wasn't all that different for him- making you laugh wasn't the hardest task because let's be honest, you were the one who'd always start laughing first during serious occasions, but being the cause of such a beautiful sound made him feel like he was accomplishing.

Bucky took notice of the way you didn't seem as tense as you used to when he first came to your room, hours of chatting was bound to get you both relaxed and somehow, by the end of the first hour, his head ended up by your shoulder as you played with his hair, listening to you as you told him about what your first impressions of everybody was.

"What did you think about me, then?" he asked, all quiet. "When I first came here."

"You didn't have a good reputation to start with," you sighed out, fingers brushing through his soft strands. "But Steve told us incredible things about you. How you were a knight in disguise, always willing to help, all those things.."

"But you called bullshit when you first saw me, hm?"

"Not exactly." you chuckled softly. "A good man is always a good man, Bucky. No matter what happened to them, or what they were forced into. At your core, if decency is what you stand by, it follows you through."

He huffed out a breath, smiling to himself before tucking his body closer to yours. "That's probably the kindest thing anyone's ever said about me."

"Now, I call that bullshit," you peeled your body away from his a little, just so he could lift his head and look at you. "You have a virtuous soul."

"You're not so bad yourself." he teased, earning a playful scoff from you as you kept looking at him, rather lovingly. He parted his lips to speak, giving himself a moment to put his words in order. "Wanna go to sleep?"

You shook your head in a nod, slowly pushing yourself away from the frame of the bed this time, letting him slightly hover over you as you laid your head against your pillow, patting your chest for him. "C'mere."

"Are you sure?"

"You seem to like it there," you joked, one hand reaching up to caress his cheek. "Don't worry about it."

And of course, he had nothing to worry about, as he laid his head on your chest, arms wrapped around one another.

It already felt like it'd be the best sleep both of you has ever got in years.

"So," Natasha chirped, walking towards you as you held a mug of freshly brewed coffee between your palms, leaned against a column by the big windows. You smiled up at her, no idea what that grin on her lips was all about. She wasn't always the one to carry such positive, or rather teasing vibes around. "Care to explain why I saw Barnes leaving your room this morning?"

You almost choked on your coffee at that, immediately shaking your head to both sides as your brows knitted together. "Nothing! Nothing like that, God, It's just- neither of us could sleep, so we decided to help each other out."

"That still sounds sexual."

"But it isn't!" you protested, voice getting lower to avoid anyone else hearing. "We just slept together."

"Y/N, I can't believe I have to say this again, but that also sounds-"

"I know what it sounds like, jeez," you cut her off, slightly chuckling along with her as you took another sip of your coffee. "Don't tell anyone or I'll stand by your bed at night and weep."

"That's creepy," she pulled a disgusted face, hand coming forward to squeeze yours for a moment before letting go. "Jokes aside, while I'm glad you guys are- doing whatever that is, Tony is forcing a game night upon us so make sure to drag him along tonight."

"Yeah, yeah sure." you nodded with uncertainty, unsure if Bucky would join in and actually participate- he would probably much rather watch from a safe distance.

Would it be awkward to invite him to the game night yourself? I mean, wouldn't it sound… forced? Just because you slept together -not sexually-? One way to find out.

You managed to find Bucky in the training room after an extensive search through the facility. Sure, you could've just asked FRIDAY- but maybe this was your way of dragging it out. He was resting by the benches, drinking water out of a bottle he held tightly in his palm, a knife twirling in between his metal fingers. You cleared your throat before approaching him, noticing how his demeanor softened a bit instantly. "You know, I always admired the way you use that knife."

He chuckled at that. "Really? You're well-trained, Y/N, I'm pretty sure you've had time to admire things way cooler than some knife tricks."

"Close combat isn't my line of the country." you shrugged, slowly taking the knife from him, just to admire it. "I'm far more experienced in firearms. Not as cool as juggling knives through a fight."

"What makes you think that?"

"I feel like it's cowardice, for starters," you huffed out a smile. "Doesn't really give your opponent a way to fight back. You're not competing through skills- you're competing through how your gun is built."

He took a deep breath, nodding in agreement. "I've seen you in hand-to-hand combat, though. You're not- like, I think you're pretty good. Awesome, at times."

You handed his knife back to him before shrugging, a gentle grin on your lips as you did so. "We never sparred together, right?"

"Because I wouldn't want to hurt you in any way-"

"Bucky," you laughed out, getting up from your seat before extending a hand to him, just so he could hold it and get up after you. "I spar with Natasha. She makes real combat pale in comparison. I think I could handle you. Besides, how else are you gonna teach me all those knife tricks?"

"You make me sound like a clown when you call them knife tricks."

"You're juggling with 'em."

"Just stop."

Much to Bucky's surprise, you did handle him quite well. After almost an hour of sparring and learning those 'knife juggles', you were still going strong, body filled with energy as you pushed against his metal arm to get out of his grasp. With a gentle kick to the back of his knee just so you wouldn't actually hurt him, you brought him down on his knees, using his hair as leverage to bring his gaze up. "Still don't wanna hurt me?" you panted out, earning a tired chuckle from Bucky.

"How do you-" he breathed, taking a moment to regulate his oxygen intake further. "How do you seem to just guess what I'm about to do?"

"I observe. Watched you fight a lot- do you not study your friends' weaknesses?"

"Now, why the hell would anybody do that?"

"Cover them when someone's going for those spots." you slowly collapsed on the ground next to him, one hand on top of your stomach as you took deep breaths. "I didn't come here to spar, actually. I, um- apparently some game night kind of thing is in order, just tonight. Thought you and I could make a great team."

"You know I'm not really big on those," a grunt left his lips as he laid down next to you, eyes closing slightly in discomfort. "It's really not that fun to bounce a ball into a glass of alcohol."

"It's unhygienic to start with, and yeah, kind of pointless." you chuckled to yourself. "Could be fun, though."

"Yeah," he whispered, shifting in his position to get comfortable. "Maybe."

Challenging Clint Barton on darts was an incredibly dumb idea, and that idea could only stem from Tony. As you watched the two annoy the hell out of each other with a smile, your eyes finally wandered all the way to where Bucky was. Despite saying that he wasn't big on game nights, he seemed to have fun, and even though you didn't participate much, the fact that he was out here smiling kept you happy.

You didn't notice him coming towards you with heavy steps when you looked down at the bottle of beer in your hand, trying to scrape off the brand label from the bottle. You suddenly felt his weight on the couch, right next to you, and offered the bottle to him which he took with gratitude, bringing the brim to his lips in order to take a sip.

"You know, I didn't tell you this in the morning, but," he sighed, handing the bottle right back to you before his gaze met yours. "I've been having those nightmares every night and last night, I still had one, but it wasn't… It was like I knew that it wasn't real. Like I knew that I was by your side, and all those things were just, shit my brain made up, you know?"

You nodded slightly, your smile growing a bit as you looked at him, practically urging him to keep speaking.

"It was like being next to you last night gave me some sort of lucidity and I prayed that I'd get that at nights for like, months." you brought the bottle up to take a sip of your own as he chuckled. "Just wanted to thank you for that."

"Maybe if we keep going, it'll all stop altogether." you whispered, shrugging to yourself. "I slept quite well, too. Insomnia is a real bitch but you got me sleepy, real fast."

"Are you calling me boring?"

"Maybe, maybe not," you chuckled, setting your now almost-empty bottle on the coffee table before leaning back on your seat again.

"So," he hummed, hand slowly reaching yours to hold it and give it a firm squeeze. "Wanna go to sleep?"

"Yes please."

You felt like a teenager, changing into your pajamas with a friend only to sit cross-legged on the bed together and exchange stories, sometimes even gossip. Minty taste of your toothpaste still evident on your tongue as you laughed along with him to some silly joke, tracing the outline of the metal parts of his arm when he draped it over you, quieter by the second.

"Your heart beats fast when you're around other people," he spoke softly, his observation causing you to hum and look at him as he laid on his side, flesh arm serving as a pillow beneath his head. "Not around me. At least not anymore."

"It's comforting to have you here." you shrugged, cool metal warming under your palm when you got to tracing his fingers. "It all gets calmer."

"Like bad things can't get you here," he chuckled, making you nod along with him before you squirmed a bit on where you laid, until you could tuck yourself closer to his chest. He got the hint and his grip on you went a bit tighter, the blanket you had over your body feeling useless considering how much heat Bucky was radiating. "Is it only me, who makes it better?"

"It's not like this with other people."

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NAJDNWKKRKW U WRITE FOR THE COFFIN OF ANDY AND LEYLEY?

You're the first person I see writing to themmm I'm so happy. Can I ask Something with leyley ? If not, No problem, I accept anything

Ashley Graves (Leyley) x Reader

TW: Everyone has a foul mouth and Ashley is a little shit (oh, really?), mentions of the devil's tango (sex, gasp!), Ashley is manipulative (remember kids, never stay with someone if they act like this during arguments, even if they're goth mommies).

♥︎ I'm not sure if the people crave X Reader or just headcannons with the Graves siblings, so if this isn't what you had in mind, you're always welcome to shoot me another ask. I'm so sorry this took so long to write ;-; Thank you for your patience!<3 ♥︎

♡1,287 WORDS♡

If you ever asked about 15-year-old Ashley Graves, you'd be told one of these three things;

"She's a little psycho. I'm pretty sure she'd choke out a teacher if they looked at her brother wrong."

"She's always the odd one out. If only she was nice like her brother, she wouldn't be such a lonely freak."

"Pretty like the devil is sly."

These comments always alluded you. Ashley was by far the prettiest girl in class, and even if she was a bit curt to the teachers, she had these blossoming eyes and rich smile whenever she walked by.

One day, after watching the girls mock Ashley for the second time that day, you decided to walk up to Ashley.

Ashley's gaze out of the window quickly turned towards you as you sat down on the other side of her desk. She slowly eyed you up and down.

"Uh, I'm Y/N," you offered weakly.

"Is this about my brother?" Ashely held her face in her hand with a bored stare. "Because if this is about my brother, know that he's already called for..."

You quickly shook your head, "Don't take any offense, but I don't really care about who your brother is...I'm more interested in you."

Ashely looked startled by this statement. A small blush dusting her cheeks. She had spent a lot of time making quitters and hussies run from her marshmallow-spine brother who didn't know any better, and if she learned anything it was that they would say and do whatever it took to get closer to him.

Ashley scoffed and looked out the window again, "Yeah, right, you're probably just saying that so that I'll let you meet him."

You sighed and laid your head in your arms,

"I want to play with you... not your dumb brother."

Ashley gave you a quick glance. She chewed her bottom lip as she thought about it.

"Fine. But if I catch you trying to hang out with my brother, I'm going to punish you!"

You shrugged off that last part and nodded passionately.

Ashley didn't know what it was about you that made her laugh easily, and force the malice out of her body, but it pissed her off.

Day after day, you'd run after her with some sort of treat, present, or a friendly smile that made her day.

One day, you had come to school with a surprise;

"Jesus christ Ashley, did you fish that out of the dumpster?" Andrew walked into the laundry room and saw Ashley standing in front of the washing machine with a very deformed and crusted teddy bear in her hands.

"Y/N gave em' to me," Ashley pulled her hand away, a sticky substance connecting her hand to the deformed bears head.

Andrew was taken aback and quickly snatched the bear from Ashley's hands with a simple (grossed out) finger.

"Fucking gross Ashely! Why the fuck would she give that to you?!" He made a move towards the trash bags in the shelve, but Ashley took back the teddy bear before he could do anything.

"Don't snatch things from other people's hands, you jackass!" She held the bear close to her chest despite shivering from the unknown wetness the bear had.

Andrew visibly cringed and searched Ashley's face for some sort of explanation.

"Y/N had won this at a carnival she went to over the weekend and thought I'd like it," Ashley dangled the bear from paw to paw.

"Well if it came from a carnival then why does it look like it was gangbanged-"

"I'm getting to it!" She sighed with annoyance.

"I had thought it was some stupid ploy to get to you, so I might have...thrown it down a sewer." She shrugged that last part like it was naturally the most obvious reaction to a gift.

"While it was down there, I think the rats decided to have a piece of Teddy's face and stuffing and well... the sewer, too." At the word 'sewer', both of them looked at the drenched teddy bear that dripped ominously with disease.

Andrew put his head in his hands and sighed into them, "Why are you like this? Y/N tried doing something nice, and you...let it be beaten to death by rats."

Ashley shrugged and observed the gross teddy bear in her hands, despite it being jizzed up it was cute with its (seemingly darker...) brown fur and button nose. On its chest was a pink stitched heart that read, "I told the stars about you ☆."

Maybe it was a little dramatic to throw it in the sewer, but she wasn't about to admit that. After all, she had to get this damn teddy bear back somehow, and that was enough to convince the next guy over she regretted it.

"Do you want me to clean it?" Andrew mumbled from his hands.

"What?" Ashley hadn't realized she was zoning out.

"I said, do you want me to clean it?" Andrew looked at her with tired eyes.

Ashley thought about it for a moment and then reluctantly handed the bear to Andrew, who pinched its ear to minimize the most physical contact with the dumpster fire.

That night, while Ashley was lying in bed, she thought about why you had decided to give her the bear. Maybe it really was a ploy to get closer to her brother... but Ashley couldn't help but have fun with you. Maybe, just maybe, she could enjoy this friendship a little longer.

For the next couple of weeks, you and Ashley would hang out in spots around the city.

You'd go to the movies, window shopping, clubs (mostly to get thrown out by the bouncer), food joints, and greasy taco trucks.

Ashley would come home with a pleasant smile on her face. Oftentimes, being teased by Andrew, who said he was "finally glad Ashley found a friend."

However, this didn't mean that you were safe from Ashley's tantrums. Whenever you talked to Andrew for too long or made plans with other friends, Ashley would start crying.

This became increasingly obvious when you started becoming more acquainted with Andrew.

"I thought you were my friend Y/N! I should've known you just want Andy all to yourself! I knew it! You don't care about me at all!"

"What!? No! I was just trying to ask the time-"

"I knew it! You're fake, fake, fake!! You're only hanging out with me because of my brother. You're so selfish! Well fine, since you like him so fucking much then leave! And while we're at it, why don't you just fuck him since that's all you're good for anyways!"

Ashley laughed as she dug her fingernails into your shoulders, "Everyone is just slutting around for my brother! Including you! I should've known! I should've known!-"

In a moment, your lips were on Ashley's, instantly shutting you up.

When you pulled away, Ashley stood there shocked. Her fingernails were no longer digging into your skin but rather grazing your shoulder blades.

"Would someone obsessed with your brother do that?"

Ashley opened her mouth to speak but closed it instead. She looked down and shook her head.

"I love you, Leyley, but has anyone told you you're exhausting to be with?"

Ashley nodded and rested her head on your shoulder, "You're the one that talked to me first, Y/N. You don't get to complain."

You sighed and wrapped your arms around her. Clicking your tongue as you took a moment to process all the foul things Ashley said in the heat of the moment.

"You know, everyone was right. You're kind of a psycho." You looked at Ashley's face.

"And?" She scoffed,

"It doesn't bother me."

Ashley smiled into your shirt, "You're stuck with me,"

"Forever~"

Thank you for the ask!<3

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v33n4-c4rn1s · 6 months

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♡︎kitty strolls♡︎

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:

damien karras x reader

(I CAVED SO BAD HE NEEDS LOVE ♡︎♡︎)

based on a comment by @ashley-slashley

It was below freezing, cold enough to send icicles down the spines of anyone who stepped foot in the snowy weather of Georgetown, it was usually this cold, a snow storm here and there but mostly..it would go away after a day or two.

Leading man, Damien karras, a priest and a psychiatrist in one, he had just finished a few papers in his office. He crept down the stairs solemnly as he watched the snow fall, worrying about his dear mother, possibly considering bringing some coffee and cake to share with his mother, he figured it would be a nice surprise for her..he loved his mother truly..Ah but what flavour of cake would he get? he made his way to the large oak doors and opened them up.

strawberry cake? banana? chocolate? did he dare slide red velvet into his mix? well.. maybe some-

"Damien!!"

his thoughts were dropped to a halt immediatly, he jumped, surprised by the voice of which he couldn't recognise. He shook himself out of his little trance.

oh thank the lords! it was just [name], his sweetheart..his mother invited them to dinner, it seemed they'd be walking together.

"ah..there you are dear-"

he let out a sigh of relief..thank god it was just them, he almost had a heart attack..but didn't they look so beautiful in the snow? the way the white spots landed softly in their hair, like an angels blessing. I mean how ironic..they were his angel after all.

"I figured to drop by, since we're walking to the station and too your mother's home yes?"

they asked poileity..it was nice to hear their voice. He smiled, nodding at their question and gently grabbing their hand, starting their journey to the station, He felt like a lucky man, being able to have someone like them, was it truly a blessing? he was a man who'd lost almost every part of his faith and even himself, he forgot long ago about god but now he felt god had sent him a gift, a gift for all his devotion..could it be a parting gift? a thank you?

as he let his mind run he didn't notice that his lover had stopped in their tracks, a gasp leaving their lips. He panicked for a moment, thinking someone had startled his beloved he took a quick turn and came into a staring contest with a little black cat with a tiny dot on its neck..like a clerical collar?

"oh my god Damien!!"

[name] was smitten, love at first sight.

"ohh how cute! she's been following you dims!!"

the cat meowed immediately, reaching itself to Damien who hesitantly took the small animal in his arms, she looked at him, big brown eyes staring right at him.

"she is cute.."

he spoke softly as not to startle her.

"can we keep her? I've already chosen a name, molly!!"

[name] insisted..but Damien stood his ground and put the cat down.

"my dear she probably has a family already.. perhaps her mother is waiting for her? just like mine is for me- we have to get to the station.."

[name] sighed in defeat, allowing him to drag them too the underground station.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

As they waited for the train to strike past not a word was spoken. [Name] was thinking about the cat while Damien thought about what kind of cake he wanted to surprise his mother with.

"oh dims..-"

Damien raised an eyebrow at [Name's] tone before turning to face them, his gaze shifting to exactly what their eyes where on.

oh no..

there she sat, Molly. the little clerical cat..meowing at him.

"oh lord.."

he muttered, he turned back to [name] who simply pleaded with their eyes.

"..no-"

he spoke but his lover just ignored him, lifting the feline into their arms. their eyes practically sparkled, gazing at the tiny kitten, absolutely smitten. Karras' heart simply melted, oh god how could he say no now?

"..fine-"

he sighed, [Name] tilted their head.

"we can keep her.."

He smiled ever so slightly at the dozens of kisses being placed on his face.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

"mama?"

he called out, waiting for a response from his mother, he wasn't sure if she was awake..

"dimmy!!"

oh, yes she was. she grabbed his face, kissing all over his face as he laughed.

"hi ma, [Name's] just setting the drinks and food down.."

But mama karras was far to focused on the kitten in her son's arms.

"baby!!"

she exclaimed happily, scooping the kitten into her arms, she smiled widely.

"oh dimmy, it's looks like you!!"

she wasn't wrong..the black fur, the white neck dot and the brown eyes..

"actually Mrs karras..she's for you, her names Molly.."

Damiens eyes widened as [Name] spoke, was this their plan all along?

"for me? oh!"

Mrs karras was beside her self, Damien helped her back to her chair as she cradled the kitten while damien scooted off into the kitchen and turned to [Name].

"was that your plan?"

he asked, a smile gracing his features opening his arms for them. [Name] shuffled over, allowing damien to wrap his arms around them, he smiled softly.

"maybe..I mean, your mamas so lonely dims..she needed someone- or well.. something? I hope Molly makes her happy.."

Damien chuckled softly, kissing the top of their head.

"I'm sure she'll make my mother the happiest, your a sweetheart.."

he heard his mother singing songs in Greek to the kitten, clearly head over heels for the small feline.

"we'll sort out the all the other things like the cat bed and a litter box tommorow.."

[Name] muttered, yawing softly as Damien lead them to the small couch in the living room, laying back and allowing his love to make themselves comfortable.

"you've got a good heart.."

he let his hands rub their back as he hummed, listening to their breathing, the following words from his lover had his face a cherry red.

"mm..and I allowed you to steal it.."

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good lordy alright, I caved, damien lovers come get ur food before I snatch it back ♡︎

(let me know if you spot any mistakes<3!!)

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