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damntheyare · 1 day
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your dad Alastor makes me cry really hard (and laugh a little lol)
let me just say my full opinion about Alastor dad - just my vision/headcanon for the full understanding that I started to have, based on fan facts from the fandom wiki - I consider him a mentally unstable egoist (even his aroace thing comes from the fact that he loves only himself lol) with a low degree of empathy (because you are unlikely to be very kind when you killed half your life and then the same amount after life), he is not a fan of useless cute things, he is more like the one who kicks a puppy and feels normal from this. friendship comes easily to him, because he sees it as entertainment + benefit, since “we can adequately talk with you on general topics”, we can build a profitable business that will be based on some “general confidence” - simple a form of relationship that benefits him or provides some form of entertainment (just think that all his friends are cute, slightly crazy ladies with whom he can talk about both funny things and murder while sitting over a mug of something), love is more complicated for him , because there are a lot of emotions in which control is required, but in an established long-term relationship, his love is expressed as “selfishness for two” - like "all the privileges that I have for myself, I transfer to you, and you become part of my space" but again, at the core of it all there is something interesting/useful to him. With Charlie it’s fun, calm, funny, common interests, status privileges (and sometimes we kiss, oh my God) - "I understand why I need\want this and what I get from it." BUT A CHILD is a small, useless creature, of which there is no use, nothing can be done with a child, it is impossible to establish adequate contact, share interests (you know, eating raw venison and killing, not exactly children's hobbies), so Alastor is not interested in a small child, he doesn't need them for anything, again Alastor would rather just tolerate them, like "ok, as long as you don't get in the way, it's acceptable." As a not entirely healthy person (understatement of the century), does not have a developed sense of complicity in this topic with the child, he looks at them and does not think “wow, we did this together, this is my blood” / he just looks and says: “ Hey, you're annoying me." If you tell him “but this is your child, you must love them”, it will not make any sense to him. But the child would still like to attract the attention of his father ,they tries to be interested in the same things as Alastor (like maybe they will want to know about his favorite music or will begin to be interested in dark magic, and so on) and then Alastor may already be interested in them and they will have a more or less good relationship, but still not family, but rather mentoring. Bonus - Alastor had a moment when he was "kind" - once when Lucifer was looking after Lamb and was like "who's your favorite grandpa, you love me the most" and of course Alastor turned on the competitive part of his brain and was like "no, they love me more than anyone" and walked the kid all day just so they wouldn't hang out with grandpa.
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charlesoberonn · 10 months
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Phineas and Ferb episode idea: After Candace shows her photos of all of her brothers’ creations, Linda thinks that her daughter is a talented graphic artist and signs her up for a competition. Candace is frustrated and about to tell her mom the truth but then Jeremy shows up and he’s like “Wow, Candace, I didn’t know you were a graphic designer. That’s so cool. Btw, my little sister is also gonna be at the graphic design competition.”
Long story short, Candace asks her brothers to help her become a graphic artist for real so she could beat Suzie.
Meanwhile, Doofenshmirtz has gotten tired of designing -Inators so he designed the Comes-Up-With-Inators-Inator to design them for him. The Inator’s creation are a hit among other Evil Scientists who buy them in droves. Doofenshmirtz is then signed by Vanessa to an Evil Contracption Designing competition (held in the same building at the same time as the graphic design competition, of course).
Desperate, he asks Perry the Platypus to help him get his mojo back so he could design -Inators again.
Cue musical montage of Doof and Candace training to learn/relearn their respective art form.
It’s the competition(s). Candace is a nervous wreck, but Jeremy believes in her. Doof is all self-assured and ego-boosted by everyone thinking he’ll win, but then he sees his Comes-Up-With-Inators-Inator (who looks like a robotic him) also signed up for the competition.
While getting ready for the competition, Perry is accidentally almost spotted by Phineas and Ferb. He sneaks behind the curtain to the behind the scenes. That’s when he discovers that the goal of the competition is to design a doomsday weapon. Nervous, he swaps the cards with those of the graphic design competition.
The competition begins. The graphic artists are assigned to design a doomsday weapon while the Evil Scientists are assigned to design a cool band poster.
The scientists are baffled, but they do their best. The Comes-Up-With-Inators-Inator is stuck because it’s physically incapable of drawing anything but Inators.
Meanwhile in the graphic design competition Candace does her best but her brain goes blank. Suzie meanwhile is trying to sabotage her by switching her card back with the card from the other tournament. Unfortunately it’s the card of the Comes-Up-With-Inators-Inator, who now goes to task designing a Doomsday weapon.
The competition is finished. Candace’s work is mediocre, but she wins by technicality for being the only one who drew the correct thing.
Meanwhile at the Evil Scientists competition, the scientists all drew terrible posters except Doof whose poster is beautiful. He’s about to be declared the winner but then the Comes-Up-With-Inators-Inator reveals what it’s been working on, a doomsday machine. Everyone panics, and Perry the Platypus tries to stop the machine, but fails. Then the machine ticks down to 0, and nothing happens.
Turns out the Comes-Up-With-Inators-Inator is terrible at coming up with machines. All of its Inators don’t work. Which unfortunately for Doof results in all of his previously happy customers showing up to complain because their Inators didn’t work either. He asks Perry to help him again, but Perry is already gone.
“There you are, Perry.” “Curse you, Perry the Platypus!”
Despite winning, Candace feels hollow because she only won by technicality and all of the other designers were much better than her. She feels like a fraud. But then Jeremy shows up and asks to buy the rights for her poster, because he thinks it’s really cool. Candace is happy.
The End.
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satorkive · 2 months
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A MORTAL AND A GOD 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ SATORU
gojo satoru, the strongest and the most attractive man who graced this earth, thinks you’re the most beautiful girl he has ever seen.
and that’s objectively true.
when the ivory-haired boy first met your breathtaking face, he was stunned.
he was cracking a joke with suguru when you stepped inside the classroom.
and wow. you managed to make their breaths away by just existing.
he even heard suguru muttering ‘holy shit’ before he immediately closed his mouth. even yaga-sensei stared at you (not in a creepy way, no). he seemed in awe.
your teacher cleared his throat and gestured for you to introduce yourself.
your steps were light and graceful, like a ballerina dancing on a platform. your skirt bounced around your legs and it made you look like a girl getting ready for a dance.
you waved your hand and gave them a smile that could even save them from having expensive electricity bills.
“hi! i’m [name]! nice to meet you!” your mellifluous voice rang around the room and suguru couldn’t help but cursed again.
“holy fuck.”
“geto.” yaga’s deep, thunderous voice made the student’s face cold.
your giggles feel like a twinkling bells during christmas that satoru didn’t speak for the whole day.
that’s how impressive your presence affected him.
since then, he has found himself wanting your attention. he wants those pretty, pretty eyes of yours to always bathe him with attention.
his nickname for you was bambi.
you are like a deer—wide, expressive eyes surrounded by long lashes; nose that scrunches up cutely when he does something silly; lips that always seems to be pouting and begging to be kissed; and those freckles. god, those beautiful freckles that look like constellations and can probably map the universe if someone wants to.
he would gladly smooch that lips if only suguru and shoko stopped being hindrances!
suguru, the traitor, seems to be in competition with satoru. his upturned eyes crinkle at the sight of your beaming face whenever you talk about clouds, flowers, and nature with him. he also can’t take his eyes off you. you are like the sun—beckoning everyone to have a light of yourself. you are the only thing that put a smile on other people’s faces. you bless them with your unending kindness, stunning grace, and a heart of gold. if heaven is a sight, you surely are it.
shoko, the betrayer, wants to hog all your divine attentiveness. being the sole student in medicine, she finds herself being enamored at you when you asks her questions regarding her technique. how does it work? how sure are you it will work? can anyone do it? can i see you do it?
when she sees how celestial your presence emits around her, she now understands why suguru can’t stop staring at you and why satoru can’t stop rambling about you.
satoru. oh, satoru.
poor satoru who can’t still figure out why your lips smile brighter when you see him. he can’t still figure out why your steps are full of pep. he can’t figure out why you almost do a pirouette when you turn back to look at him. he can’t figure out why your cheeks seem to have a color on it.
poor, dense satoru.
all he wants to do is to be yours forever and ever; because no woman will ever be it for him as he is yours and you are his and he knows—he knows in his life that if a devil ever lays his eyes on you, he will bend on his knees and repent because—
you made a god like him leave the heavens and on bended knees; crawling to you and kissing your feet like a devoted prayer.
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Silvans send messages using flower language. I’m sorry, i don’t make the rules.
Imagine Sam and Legolas sending each other bouquets of flowers after the quest, and everyone’s either delighted at their friendship or low key worrying that there’s an affair going on.
Turns out they’re shit talking and gossiping with each other in flower.
Sam: *receives an intricate bouquet *
Sam’s daughter: wow, it’s so pretty papa! Who ever sent you this must like you a lot!
The bouquet: Gimli and Aragorn got into a drinking competition again and lost. Badly. I got so much money.
The rest of the questers eventually catch on and it leads to things like this:
Gimli: *pissed off* *storms into Legolas’s study* *slams hand down* how do i passive aggressively say “fuck you” in flower?
Legolas: *vibrating with excitement* My Time Has Come.
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povlnfour · 5 months
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ੈ✩‧₊˚ PADDOCK TO PADDOCK (LN) PART ONE
lando norris x fem!horse rider!reader
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user1 give bean all the carrots from us!
user2 so excited for the showjumping season!!!!
flo_norris_showjumping what a duo you two are already👏🏻
user3 i love that you practice in a full face of makeup. go girl slay!
yourusername @/user3 LMAO my makeup did not look that good by the end of it. p much had to redo it all for interview no.2
lilymhe OBSESSED
yourusername @/lilymhe GIRL I MISS YOU
lilymhe MISS YOU MORE. gotta link up when you’re back around :’)
user4 lily + y/n. my fav duo. i’ve missed their flirting
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user5 we love you🧡 you did so well
mclaren onto better things🧡
user3 @/yourusername ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE
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user6 @/user3 SHE KNOWS HIS SISTER OFC SHE FOLLOWS HIM
user3 that’s hot
oscarpiastri 🧡🧡🧡
user7 the loves of my life fr
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f1updates star studded turn out today for @/lilymhe’s golf game! joining f1 stars such as lando norris, charles leclerc and alex albon is lily’s friend and pro showjumper y/n y/l/n!
user1 SHES SO CUTE
user3 the way this is just her jumping off a flight to go support her bff…. i’ll cry she looks so pretty
user7 WITH LANDO ALEX AND CHARLES???
user5 I KNOW I DONT KNOW HOW MORE PEOPLE ARENT FREAKING OUT
user8 i mean we know she knows alex bc of lily but…. lando and charles
yourusername stop looking at these photos i was so jet lagged….
user4 AND STILL CUTE!
user2 not bestie following f1updates😭
user3 @/user2 i bet she’s a lewis girlie. she has that vibe
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lilymhe good game, better celebrations
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user1 Y/N AND LANDO??? DANCING N HANGING OUT?????
alex_albon y/n is a terrible photographer but lando is a bad dancer. it equals out
yourusername SLANDER ON MY PHOTOGRAPHY SKILLS
landonorris @/yourusername i’ll teach you to drive, you teach me to dance?
yourusername @/landonorris … meet my horse i’ll consider it
landonorris @/yourusername i said it last night and i’ll say it again… NO! no reason for an animal to have that long a neck
yourusername @/landonorris wow. friendship over before it began
alex_albon @/landonorris giraffes are calling
user7 what is going on in these comments…
user5 damn they just met and are already flirting? the devil works hard but lando works harder
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user2 OH SO UR HANGING OUT NOW?
flo_norris_showjumping MY BROTHER?
yourusername @/flo_norris_showjumping ANSWER MY TEXTS
user6 why texts what’s going on miss y/n👀
user3 beauty
user5 all the grid boys liking… oh you know lando is talking about her
user7 who can blame him i mean LOOK AT HER
alex_albon how come lily gets a cute ass photo and the one you posted of me last week made me look like a demon
yourusername she’s my favourite parent🩷
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user5 lando creeping in the likes lmao
user2 what is going on between lando and y/n…
y/nupdates all we know is that they’re friends and we love that!🩷
user9 hm
user1 ?
user9 @/user1 he doesn’t need any distractions.
user1 @/user9 bestie it’s a post announcing a competition season not a marriage proposal💀
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a/n: first part down!!! not super interesting but this is self indulgent as a horse girl myself LMAO. welcome to my acc i guess???
to be tagged when the next part goes up (won’t be long): taglist
- giselle
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cozage · 11 months
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Hi! My sister suggested your blog to me and I must say, your writing is very good!
May I request a reaction headcanon for Luffy, Law, Kidd and Shanks with their fem!s/o (reader) acting more clingy than usual, giving more kisses, etc or pulling pranks to gain their attention?
A/N: Wow omg that such an honor! Hello to you and your sister and welcome!!! It's been a bit since you sent this, I hope you are still enjoying my content :)
Characters: female reader x Luffy, Law, Kidd, Shanks
Cw: so much fluff
Total word count: 800
Extra Clingy S/O
Luffy
Luffy isn’t the type to comment on the fact that you’ve been clingy more frequently, but he sure does LOVE. IT.
He’s such a clingy person anyway, and his love language is 100% physical touch and quality time, so he is thrilled you are giving him more attention
This man is a head empty kind of guy, so he doesn’t even question why you might be doing it. He just loves that you are. And he always returns it back to you tenfold.
Luffy feels that if you’re acting that way towards him, it just means you’re super comfortable with him to do it and act silly with him. He loves that he has someone who can always match his energy
He’s also not afraid of PDA. He loves showing you off and letting everyone know that you are his. He gets his signature goofy grin whenever you kiss him in public or hug him or hold his hand. He’s so obsessed with you and he never wants to let you go. 
Law
Law loves his crew. He loves his family, and he loves you. He really does. And he likes to show it in simple ways. He doesn’t like to make a show of his love, and he tolerates it from others, but he ends up more embarrassed by it all than feeling loved by it. 
And so that’s what he does. He tolerates it. He doesn’t snap at you, but he doesn’t react to it much either. He thinks if he ignores it, then it might go away. 
Pranks though, they irritate him in the moment. He’ll walk into a room and get drenched in sea water, and he’ll scream at his crew while you and Penguin snicker in the corner. 
Does he enjoy it overall? Not really. But he does like how happy it makes you, so he lets it happen, and he gets a soft little smile watching how happy it makes you. 
It doesn’t cross his mind that you might have a reason for doing it. He figures if there’s something going on, you’ll talk to him about it. 
Kidd
This man is an absolute fiend. I think at first he would be irritated with it (just because he’d be confused, and he gets irritated with things that confuse him), but he would quickly turn it into a competition. He’d say something quippy about it, like “If you’re going to start giving me more attention like this, you better be able to keep up with it”.
You give him 12 kisses one day? You better give him at least 12 the next day. If not, you’ll hear about it, and he’ll claim you don’t love him anymore, and he’ll whine about it all day long. 
He might even turn it into a competition with you. “Oh, you gave me 10 kisses? Well I gave you 15, so I guess I love you more and I have the cold hard facts to back it up babe.”
He loves the way you love him, and it really boosts his ego when you’re extra clingy like that, so he tries to love you back just as much to show you how important you are to him too. 
Shanks
Shanks loves PDA. He loves goofing around with you, and he loves to keep you close. On the ship or in public. He loves making people sick of you two. So when you start to be overly affectionate, he falls in love with you even more.
He’s smart enough (unlike all the other idiots in this list) to do a quick self evaluation and make sure you aren’t acting out or changing things up because of something he did. Has he been ignoring you lately, or making you feel unloved? Do you know how important you are to him? When’s the last time he bought you flowers, or took you out to a romantic dinner? Better do it all again now, just to make sure you’re not feeling insecure in your relationship. 
He holds you tight and returns all of your kisses passionately, making sure you know through words and deeds how important you are to him. 
One day he even asks you point blank if something is bothering you, just to make sure the lines of communication between you two stay clear. He doesn’t want something stupid to be bothering you when he could easily put it to rest. If something is bothering you, he gives you plenty of love and reassurance. But if something isn’t, he’ll shower you in kisses anyway and say something like “Well, I like this new level of affection you’re bringing to the table. I guess I’ll have to up my game, huh?”
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httpsserene · 6 months
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ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʀᴛᴜᴀʟ ʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ ʙᴏᴏᴛᴄᴀᴍᴘ ᴡ/ᴍᴠ33
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📖ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: you start showing interest in sim racing. max's only option is to turn you into the best virtual-racer there ever was--well besides himself, of course. 📖ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: fluff. brain vomit. formatting (done on mobile💀). tiniest explicit reference. not edited. 📖ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2k words 📖ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: max verstappen x fem!black!reader 📖ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: headcanons & smau 📖ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ: word on the streets • key glock
ᴘʀᴇꜰᴀᴄᴇ: thought about this the whole time i was working. and then some man had the exact same voice as max and i genuinely almost dissolved into thin air because i felt like max was punishing me for thinking about this on the clock :) anyways, hope u enjoy the brainrot, loves !!!
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you were probably unaware that sim racing was even a thing until you started dating max
like you’ve seen the funny little twitch clips of people playing driving simulators and being absolute menaces on the road, but you never knew actual virtual racing was a thing
anyways, whether or not you consider yourself a gamer in this scenario, you’ve always been pretty down to play videogames with max.
he absolutely annihilates you in FIFA, and no matter how much he tries to help you, you’re a lost cause
in return, you embarrass him in COD; he should’ve looked at your kd-ratio before he tried to play with you
but, sim racing 🧐
i mean, like, you never even fully considered that you could sim race at all, like not for leisure at least
max takes that shit seriously, he’s a part-time f1 driver full time simracing twitch streamer 😤
you are always around watching him practice on the sim, playing the f1 games, and even tuning in for his iracing competitions
at first, whenever max would stream you would probably be doing other things with your time
your hair, cleaning, self-care, cooking, etc.
eventually, you started migrating to sitting on the couch off-camera and watching him drive irl instead of having the stream on in the background
you were originally like, “oh it’s just because i wanna drool over his massive veiny hands” 🤤
but now it’s like “oh i wonder what each button he presses with his nicely proportioned fingers on the steering wheel does?”
and slowly it transforms from “wow my boyfriend is so cool” to “wait…this sim-racing thing is kinda cool”😵‍💫
now imagine you being like “lol wait a minute now” and being like i'm only interested in because my boyfriend loves it 🤥
in order to disprove this theory you start to ask max questions about virtual racing
not that you wouldn’t before, but they were fairly surface level; now you’re asking him about tactics, strategies, and track conditions etc.
and max is fucking thrilled 🫨🫨🫨 !!!
he eagerly answers all your questions (maxplaning 🥱), going way more into depth than you were expecting, but what did you think was going to happen
max is always happy to ramble about any small facet of virtual racing (doesn’t matter if it’s the sim, or iracing, or f1 2023) but
it makes him really pleased that you’re showing a genuine interest in it because most people don’t
you support him in anything he wants to do wholeheartedly, and listening and answering your well thought out questions has him falling head over heels for you again
so, he thinks nothing of it other than you being the best girlfriend he’s ever had and trying to learn more about what he loves
his previous girlfriends didn’t really care to understand how important vr racing was to him
they all just saw it as him playing a “game” and him wasting time when they could’ve been on dates or smth
anyways
everything is going fine and dandier, max continues to answer all of your vr racing questions, and you continue to watch him pilot the sim
until, he catches you watching a beginner’s guide on f1 2023 and get’s so jealous 😒
bro is all like “wtf, you’re watching some lame ass unranked gamer when i’m your professional driver boyfriend who does this for a living?? hell nah if you want to start playing i’ll teach you”
you’re just like, “nahhhh….i don’t want to waste your time trying to teach me, it’s not worth it. i’m not even a good driver irl, so—“
max shuts that down expeditiously
if his girlfriend wants to start vr racing, he only has one option
make you the best virtual racer there ever was (excluding him)
you’re wide-eyed like, “i just wanna go vroom vroom in circles for fun 😭”
max deathly serious, “that was never an option”
he enlists you in his virtual-racing training camp
if you are aware of the disney rapid training montage where the mc sings one song and suddenly they’re the best fighter ever, that’s how i imagined it
mulan, for example, i’ll make a man out of you
max reveals his inner george russell, he becomes a power point king
instead of date nights being cute pottery classes—they turn into him teaching you the parts of the car, the buttons on the wheel, f1 2023 settings breakdowns, reviewing iracing competitions etc.
eventually max finally allows you to play on the sim after he thinks you’ve got the theory down pretty good
you suck at first 🤗
but then you start clocking in some hours
after work, during your “lunch break”, using the sim while max is gone and playing during all the practice and media sessions
whenever max is gone, and you have any questions or ask for feedback on how to get better, you text him all about it, of course not expecting an immediate response back
max has told you before that he likes getting out of the car after a practice session and checking his phone to see all the missed messages from you with some wishing him luck and the others asking for his thoughts on your strategies
one day, he’s going for lunch with some of the other drivers and they start to make fun of him for how he’s stuck in his phone, heart-eyes and all as he rapidly texts you
they probably think that you’re sending him cute texts or photos like that one time they caught him looking at photos of you and learned he had a locked photo album of you on his phone ☠️
max remains unbothered under their teasing thinking, “they don’t know my gf can out pace them by .200 in f1 2023”
max even personally bothers christian into getting him another sim for you
christian is so tired of you two, max won’t leave him ALONE
i think max would text his team principal screenshots of your lap times and make jokes about it
“if checo keeps dnf-ing, my gf can fill in”
christian gets you the goddamn sim 😒
y’all procrastinate on building and calibrating it, max more so because it means his chair would stop smelling like you 🥺
you get it set up, but you still play on his sim every once in a while after he told you that because you’re a simp
he goes to stream one day, planning on practicing with the redline team for an upcoming iracing event
and the man almost BREAKS HIS LEGS trying to sit down because you forgot to move the chair back after you were done using it 😭😭
in between his groan of pain he let’s it slip “ow fuck, my girlfriend forgot to move the seat back after she was done”
chat goes ducking crazy
yooo, what? ur gf sim races???
is she good???
max is like “hell fucking yeah my girlfriend is great sim racer, she could replace one of the boys at redline if she wanted too!”
(team redline sweats anxiously, mics now suspiciously silent)
max continues, “well she is not as great as me, but she’s good i guess”
stream chat “they are going to have babies that completely dominate f1” “if their babies are born in the netherlands we will be stuck in purgatory cursed with hearing the dutch anthem forever”
max continues with his practice but everyone is begging to see you play, even some of the redline guys are asking questions
they wanna know if they’re really at risk of you stealing their seat
max gives up and turns to you on the couch with a smile and says, “i will beg, schatje. do not put it past me, we all want to see you drive. some people are saying i’m lying so you have to prove them wrong🙇🏼”
you’re like “what 😅 no 😧i suck 🤭 at this 🤗” but you’re already getting up and walking over to boot up your sim
the urge to flex on people and embarrass them is something both you and max share
max opens f1 2023 and starts a party for just you two, and you both decide to do quali laps at zandovoort
you do your hot lap first, and max goes after you
max y’ know, probably thinks that he can take it relatively easier on you, there’s no reason to put 100% effort into something for fun, so he puts in 95% 😀 (competitive boy)
and you know that one nepenthez meme
that’s how this goes
max is like, already rambling to the stream “yeah that’s a comfortable p1, she still has a lot to learn before she can beat a world champ—P2??!!!! 😧😳”
you’re just in the background in your sim chair, turned facing the camera with an innocent little smirk smile on your face ☺️
you got pole by .050, and chat starts bullying max, the redline boys laughing hysterically in his headphones
max requests a rematch and promptly annihilates you :)
i like to imagine that eventually you start joining max’s stream and the two of yous start having little racing tournaments whenever you guys have the time
omg could you imagine the little championship ceremony where you put party hats on jimmy and sassy and have fake little tiny gold trophies for whoever wins 🥹
imagine one day ‼️ you actually start doing iracing events, and just working your way up to being one of the best 😌
ANYWAYS to wrap it up, best teacher max ever
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➥ yninstagram what the fuck has gotten into you 😳 i love you, maxy 🫶🏽
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danielricciardo3 this genuinely the sappiest thing max has ever said
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➥ user my therapist will be hearing about this
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A Different Duel
Lucifer and Alastor can turn anything into a competition.
Anything.
(Lucifer and Alastor friendship/radioapple if you squint. Niffty and Alastor father and daughter relationship. This ended up way longer than I meant oops)
The halls were adorned in even more tacky circus decor than before. Frankly, Alastor was surprised there weren’t as many ducks as he feared there’d be. Maybe Charlie had downgraded the King’s obsession to just a few.
He hadn’t really been out to see the new, lavish and fully renovated Hazbin Hotel yet, having just crept out of the depths of his tower after several weeks of healing. He’d made himself scarce and barricaded anyone from entering.
Life had gone on it seemed. It was early morning and most of the hotel were out. Lucifer had commanded a grocery trip to stock the kitchen, and it seemed only he and Niffty were in the lobby. Alastor was quite blindsided to find the tiny maid at eye level as he stood by the railing.
He peered down and his grin stretched into a snarl when he saw Lucifer hoisting her up as he flew with all six wings.
“High enough, Thumbelina?” he asked the little lady, doing a figure eight in the air with her as the little cyclops squealed in delight. Alastor’s claws clenched into the railing.
“Higher, Luci! I want to go higher, I still need to reach the ceiling!” Niffty giggled and feathered the king’s face with her duster, prompting a string of giggling.
“Allow me then, little miss!” Alastor’s voice came out with a bit more of a bite than he intended, as his tendrils were quick to snatch the squealing tick from the angel’s arms. He hoisted Niffty up higher than Lucifer had, and grinned all fangs as the man scowled at him.
“Petty little bitch. You saw that I was holding her up to the chandelier. I was managing it just fine.”
“Ohhh maybe!” Alastor agreed. His tendrils absently rolled along and weaved through the air, bouncing a squeaking and laughing Niffty. “But can your wings do this?”
“No,” Lucifer deadpanned, and he snatched Niffty right back. “I can do this though!” He kept himself airborne with a few wings (although it certainly threw off his weight), and one of his wings fluttered at the girl’s belly.
Furious and jealous static crackled from Alastor at the tick’s laughter, and he yanked the girl right back again. “Oh please! You really wish to get the little doll to laugh?” His tendrils wriggled along her sides and squeezed at her knees. “You’re going for all the wrong spots!”
Tendrils still tickling a laughing Niffty, he swung the girl possessively up onto his shoulder. “I’ll thank you to stay away from the little lady, Your Highness! You already have one of your own.” He started towards the stairs. Stay the fuck away from mine. 
“What’s wrong? Afraid I can make her laugh easier than you can?” Lucifer shot back smugly, only pleased by the enraged static that crackled from the stag.
“Oh please!” Alastor scoffed and his staff reached out to fish the little bug up by her poodle skirt. “It is remarkably easy to make Niffty laugh! I prefer a more difficult game myself. What’s this trivial nonsense matter to you anyway?”
“Oh nothing much. Personally I just want to see how many things I can best you at.” Lucifer disappeared in a flash of gold and was suddenly inches away from Alastor’s face. “Because we certainly know killing angels is one of them!”
Alastor’s snarling grin tightened even more as he tried to pass the King. “I’m not interested in any of your frivolities . Some of us actually have work to do today!”
“Wow, I’m surprised at you, Alfonso. I wouldn’t think you’d be someone to turn down a competition. Scared you’ll lose?”
“In what? A game of tickling Niffty? Niffty is hardly even a challenge to make laugh.”
“Mm yes I see,” the King drawled as he leaned upon the crimson fruit of his own staff. “Who do you propose to be the best test subject then?”
“Well for hypothetical sake, Husker of course!” It was far too delightful of a thought to summon his old friend out from whatever frivolous and likely alcohol fueled fun he was having.
“Husk is with Angel. He’d be pretty mad if you interrupted him.”
Ah, so add fornication as part of the fun then. “All the more reason to summon him here so he can settle this little duel! The look on his face, it would be simply priceless!”
Tickling the feline had always been a fond pastime. The tom cat yowls and cackles were always surprisingly boisterous coming from the old drunk.
“You really need to summon a buffer?” Lucifer drawled, seconds before Alastor’s claws were poised to snap. “What, too scared you yourself would lose?” His snake fanged grin smirked at the deer.
Alastor stepped back and his claws and even antlers curled in displeasure as the King shifted into his serpentine form and had the audacity to curl up his microphone staff. He attempted to shake the microphone, but the bastard was immovable….and Alastor wasn’t sure he liked where this was going.
“Maybe I’m just not partial to these games with you, of all people.” Alastor snipped back. “Niffty is an exception. I hardly want you touching me.”
“Ah, I get it kid.” Lucifer hovered above him now, and his six wings flapped innocently, disarmingly close to the deer. “You know you’d lose to me, and you don’t want that. It’s fine! It’s cool! I respect your stance.”
Niffty could see that Lucifer was playing right into Alastor’s pride, and Alastor was eating it up. His grin was turned up into a sneer. “I didn’t say I was frightened. Perhaps I’m just not ticklish.”
“Yes you are,” Niffty piped up from the mass of tendrils.
“Hush, dearest! So you really want to do this then?” He leaned on his staff, burning inwardly with embarrassment that he’d fallen victim to his vices. “Fine.”
A tickle fight with the devil. There were worst ways to spend a Wednesday morning.  “Alright. What are the ground rules?”
“Magic can be used, but not to hurt each other,” Lucifer informed. “Frankly I have no issues hurting you, but ehhh, doesn't feel like it fits in the spirit of this game. We’re just playing after all!” His angelic wing extended, shy of touching the deer.
Alastor spun his staff for effect. This would be a nice moment of respite, he supposed. A change of pace from the business he needed to attend to later. Really anything he could do to torment the duck obsessed prick was a plus in his book.
“Then….” A distorted cackle echoed through the deer’s infernal speakers, as a mass of tendrils exploded from his back. His filtered voice brimmed with glee. “Let’s play, my friend!”
The tendrils struck forward like an arrow, and almost caught Lucifer’s ankle, but the former angel was quick to spiral out of the way. He dispersed into a cloud of glitter and sparkles, and Alastor swerved just in time to avoid the arms that almost snatched him.
“Oh relying less on your powers, are you?” the deer snipped, as a band of tendrils caught the devil’s wrist. 
“I prefer a more hands on approach!” Lucifer taunted, and his fingers wiggled along the tips of Alastor’s ears before he managed to slam him to the ground. “Using just my magic feels so impersonal!”
“Well good, because I don’t want you touching me!” Alastor growled as his staff knocked Lucifer off balance in the air. “I’d think the devil would be eager to show off. You certainly were in that sad little magic show the day you cursed our doorstep with your presence!”
Lucifer’s canary yellow eyes sharpened as he smirked viciously. “Oh believe me, kid! I can show you what the devil can do!” His eyes flared crimson and fire leaped from his lips.
Alastor wasn’t sure what he was preparing for, but it certainly wasn’t for the black branches that shot out of the floorboards and tried to wind across his limbs. They were twisted and carried the faint scent of apples. 
He found himself entrapped, but before Lucifer could strike him down, he sent a cascade of green to incinerate the branches. “A cute little trick, but that’s merely all it is.”
He was far more bark than bite today. The bastard had chosen the worst possible moment for this juvenile battle. He was still healing from his injury. His wound had almost recovered, but he…hadn’t exerted such a level of power since his fight with Adam. Lucifer had him woefully overpowered and Alastor was fully aware of it. Fuck.
If he could count on the archangel to be far more ticklish than he was powerful, just maybe he’d have a shot. “You weren’t watching your back though!”
A portal had opened up by the devil, and he didn’t turn around in time to avoid the black tendril that finally succeeded in snatching his wing. “Ah! Ack! Oh nice try, Bambi! Maybe you aren’t so hopeless after all.”
“How original,” Alastor drawled as a few more tendrils snaked towards the little canary flapping in his trap. “I’ve been called every iteration of a deer ever created, my good man! You’re going to have to try to be more creative.”
Lucifer squealed as several tendrils weaved into the air, dangerously close to him. He kicked his feet and flapped his arms, as if to deter them. It only seemed to invite his doom however, and the devil squealed as he felt the  tendrils slither across his belly.
“Wahahait, that’s nahahat fahahair!” Lucifer, the ‘self proclaimed’ Dad of the hotel was deathly ticklish, and it was a weakness both his family, old and new, exploited to its fullest.
“Oh I see, because you’re losing it isn’t fair? I’ve followed all the rules!” He wiggled his fingers in the air, and the tendrils responded in kind, wriggling up under the devil’s arms. The boyish goofy laughter was instant.
“AHAHALASTOR!” Lucifer squealed as he tried to shove his arms down, but it only served to trap the wiggling appendages, as the smirking deer found a rhythm that drove the king up the wall. 
Oh how he couldn’t wait to put a more desperate smile on that pompous little fawn’s face!
“You know, I have a hypothesis that I was wondering if you’d be interested in helping me test!” Alastor gave a predatory smirk and loomed closer to the cackling devil, propelled upwards by his tendrils. “Wings seem to be quite the terrible spot on Husker. I’m wondering if that’s possibly universal?”
He grinned at the terror in the pocket sized king’s expression, a dark chuckle leaving as Lucifer struggled to snap his wings against him.
“DOHOHON’T EVEN THIHIHINK IT!”
Too late. Those thoughts had processed. Six tendrils suddenly dove forward into the pit of each wing, and Alastor could barely believe the explosive reaction it garnered. 
Lucifer screamed with laughter, falling into a fit of babbling pleas and snorts as his feet peddled at the air uselessly. He kicked and he squirmed but Alastor was ruthless in his attack.
“Bingo,” the deer smirked viciously. A taunting laugh track echoed from his infernal speakers, and the mocking just put the poor King further into hysterics. “I think I’ve won this little game, wouldn’t you say so? Your Highness? Oh sorry, can you say so? Can you even HEAR ME?” he called over the screams.
“I don’t think I feel quite ready to let my catch go yet. There’s still many spots left to try out! Ah, wouldn't you say so Niffty?”
Suddenly Alastor was aware of the fact that the spot his quasi adopted daughter had been sitting in, was…empty. Peculiar. Had she really grown so bored already? 
If he was a bit more on his game, maybe he would have sensed the girl before he felt her devious little body scale up the back of him. 
“I say I want to try this spot!” Her tiny claws latched to his belly, and the little maid sealed his fate. Feedback screeched from the deer’s microphone as laughter nearly burst out. While he saved face, he didn’t save his concentration.
His head jerked up long enough to see the dispersing, golden glitter in the wiggling tendrils. Alastor’s eyes widened as he whirled around—just in time for that glitter to appear inches away from him, Lucifer now in the form of a beautiful white sparrow.
“Ohhhh, betrayed by your own ‘little lady’, damn that’s gotta suck for you!” the bird tweeted, and situated himself in Alastor’s hair to peck at his ears. A yelp tore from Alastor’s throat but his claws reached out to snatch the sparrow.
“I’m rescinding the cafe trip she and I were going to spend together as punishment!” Alastor growled, narrowing his eyes at her. He didn’t have too long to mull on her betrayal however, finding himself too busy trying to get a Lucifer shaped snake off of his neck!
“Gotta say buddy, ever since meeting you I’ve been reveling in the idea of wiping that shit eating grin off your face!” Lucifer danced out of Alastor’s claws once more, and merrily scampered over his side as a tiny gerbil.
Alastor snarled and he tried to hone in on where the devil might phase to next, but every attempt of snatching the asshole only ended in him getting a handful of glitter. It was getting disorienting trying to keep up with his teleporting, and his tendrils kept on snatching at the empty air.
“Hold—still!”
“Buuut if I can’t wipe the grin off your face, then I’ll settle for making it as desperately wide as possible!” Lucifer, now a small cricket hopping in and out of his pockets, suddenly reverted to his angelic form.
All six wings of angelic form, and tackled Alastor to the couch. Before the deer could snarl anything, Lucifer shoved his claws under Alastor’s arms. “See how you like it, douchebag.”
Between the feathery wings holding him in an embrace that tickled on its own, and the attack to one of his weak spots, Alastor didn’t stand a chance. 
Microphone feedback screeched between a pop of static, and finally loud laughter. “GEHEHET OHOHOHOFF ME YOU MISEHEHEREABLE LIHITTLE-“
“Ouuuu better be nice to the guy who decides how long he’s going to keep you like this!” Lucifer laughed, just enjoying the banter. It was so fucking satisfying knocking this prick down a peg or two! “Gotta say, that microphone thing is cute! That part of the whole radio demon thing?”
Alastor cursed through crackling static as he wrestled with Lucifer’s hands, unable to keep the squeal from emitting when the devil got his belly. He tried to shove his face to the side, so at least he didn’t need to see his tormentor’s face, but that just pushed his face further into the wings!
“The hands on approach is just so much more rewarding than only using my magic,” Lucifer drawled, smirking as every wiggle of his fingers pulled more feedback through the cackling. “Hands off is just so impersonal, you know?”
“I’m about to BITE your hands off!” Alastor snarled, before he was sent back into bright laughter as Lucifer dug punishingly under his arms, getting into his trench coat and minimizing his protection.
“Ah ah, you cryptid little reindeer, that’s just breaking our rules we set!” Lucifer gasped dramatically, tasering his fingers into the deer’s bony ribs. 
His colossal sized wings folded over the deer, and the effect was overwhelming on its own. Alastor sucked in a breath as the slightest movement made the feathers twitch, but staying still wasn’t possible. 
“Isn’t this fun? I do this with Charlie all the time!” By the looks of it, it was having the same desired effect. The radio demon was a mess of giggles entangled in a bed of feathers. “Just enjoy the relaxation!”
Alastor wasn’t sure what was worse, the feathers that had reduced him to popping static and wiggling, or the fact that the wings were hugging him. He tried to summon his tendrils, but he couldn’t conjure even an inkling of focus…and his magic was exhausted. He was utterly helpless to suffer this humiliating, feathery defeat!
“Do you give up yet?” the devil had the gall to taunt. “Because I could stay like this aaalll day! Gotta say, you’re not so bad when you’re squealing like a little fawn! Just give it up, kid! You know you can’t beat me and it’ll only get worse from here…”
“You’re hugging me, h-how can it get…much worse?”
“Ou, something like this!” the King grinned. Those devious six wings suddenly flapped, brushing over his midsection like a curtain. Feathers poked in through the buttons of his shirt and Alastor just about bent into the king.
“GEHEHEHET OHOHOFF!” 
“What’s the matter? I’d think I could expect a much bigger fight from someone like you!” Lucifer appeared as a snake, woven around one of his antlers. His snake tongue hissed as it poked at the deer’s ears, bringing another bright snort. 
At least able to push himself up from the couch’s arm, Alastor made another grab for the King, but he just reappeared on his belly as a duckling, nuzzling it. The deer nearly doubled over. “STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT!” 
“Why kid? Do you yield?” Lucifer taunted, his sharp toothed grin widening playfully. It was a disconcerting sight to see from a little duckling. He reverted to his normal form. “You don’t seem to be putting up much of a f-“
That’s when Alastor finally reared up and captured the king’s wrists in his grip. With a sharp jerk, he’d sent them both tumbling off the couch. “Perhaps I will utilize the hands on approach! Anything to take you down!”
His claws dove to Lucifer’s belly, and he was delighted by the squealing results. Lucifer’s wings flapped out in instinct, but Alastor avoided their snatching attempts. He changed the target area to his sides, and back up under his arms, skittering from one spot to the next and quickly alternating. He was simply merciless in his pursuit, because he would win this war.
Lucifer screeched to the high heavens, before he began cackling uncontrollably and beating his feet against the couch cushions. “AHAHAHAHA SHIHIHIT!” He wrestled with the deer’s grappling hands as both suddenly found themselves locked in some sort of power play.
“My my your highness, so sensitive, aren’t we?” Alastor teased as his claws dug into any inch of skin he could manage to find. Ribs, under his arms, and in the pits of his wings. He never deliberated on one area for too long, refusing to give the King a chance to get used to one sensation before another began.
“SHUHUHUT UP, YOU PRIHIHIHICK!”
This was…fun! He despised the very fact that anything to do with the apple pisslord was fun, but he couldn’t deny how intoxicating it was to have the devil at his mercy, even in such a childish game. Such a personal attack with his claws felt strange, he barely ever used anything but his tendrils. Oh, but it did make the King’s defeat so much more satisfying…
“Ugh!” A sudden spasm of agony rocketed across his ribcage, and briefly blinded the King from his vision. He saw just enough to catch the loathsome concern in Lucifer’s eyes as he toppled off the cushions.
“Alastor!” His own speed at which he was at the deer’s side surprised even himself. Lucifer crouched beside the panting creature and he extended a reluctant hand. 
Alastor remained in his near fetal position as he tried to gather his bearings. He was suddenly aware of the eyes on him. Lucifer. Niffty. Both gazed at him with concern and pity, as if he was someone that was weak. He abhorred the hand that Lucifer was extending to him, and he emitted a low warning growl.
Lucifer’s hand slowly withdrew, and his shoulders slackened as he saw the few minutes of progress they’d made completely unravel. Alastor was retreating back into his shell.
The deer staggered to his feet and his radio filter and cheshire grin once more disguised everything Lucifer saw under the surface. “Well that was a fun little game! Shall we call it a draw this time, your highness? It seems like we both evenly matched each other’s hysterics!”
“Tch, yeah. We’ll have to have a rematch!” He watched Alaator’s ears twitch forward, unsure if that was a good sign or not. “You…okay? You need me to take a look at ya?”
“I’m fine!” Static grated the air, cutting off the King’s concerned inquiry. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.”
“Wait!”
Lucifer appeared before him in a glittery burst and Alastor’s teeth bared in impatience. Still, the King was undeterred. He didn’t know why, but he didn’t want to let the minimal progress they’d made…fall apart. “Hey, have you eaten yet? We were going to make pancakes, little Thumbelina and I.”
Begrudgingly he had to admit he was hungry. A rumbling in his stomach betrayed his denial. He glared at the King, but it was the smiling cyclops at Lucifer’s side that as always…melted his reserve.
“…Oh fine!” His elbow dug mockingly into the King’s top hat like an armrest. “I suppose I am feeling quite peckish! I must admit that I am more partial to crepes. They’re far superior.”
Lucifer rolled his eyes and shoved a finger up under the deer’s arm, delighting in the squeaking snort as he shoved him away. “Hells bells, do you really have to make everything into some competition? Ya dick.”
“I don’t have to but it’s undeniably satisfying…” He ducked a surprisingly more playful and merry cane swing from the devil, dancing from his grip. “I must admit, that battle was a bit riveting. I suppose they don’t all have to end in bloodshed.”
“Yeah it was fun, but if you ever wanna pull something like that on Charlie, you need some tips.”
“Charlie?” Alastor’s grin nearly split his lips. “Tell me more…”
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HE’S NOT YOU — JAMIE TARTT
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pairing: jamie tartt x fem!reader
description: as a chelsea women’s player, you’re well acquainted with the men’s team too. given that before you signed for chelsea you had joked that mason mount was your only other footballer crush, jamie is less than impressed by your friendship.
warnings: swearing, jealous!jamie (can regular readers tell i’m a sucker for jealousy fics lmao), also ft. roy being an advice giving legend. soft in the end <3
author’s note: i picked mason because i love him lol sorry this was self-indulgent. based on a request for jealous jamie :-) enjoy & thank u as ever for reading x
“You comin’ over tonight then, babe?”
Jamie’s eyes bored into yours as his hands firmly gripped your waist, both of you leaning on the wall of the Richmond changing room about to head out.
You’d come to watch him train early, as you had the weekend off training yourself and wanted a little extra time with your boyfriend.
Well, that and you’d made evening plans with some of your Chelsea teammates and the men’s team too, and you didn’t want Jamie to be disappointed when you reminded him you were busy tonight.
“Sorry baby, I’ve got plans with the squad tonight, remember?” you pouted, and you watched his face drop, “I mean— you can come too if you’d like?”
“Is it just your squad or… like, Chelsea?”
You narrowed your eyes at this question, but before you could ask why it mattered, your phone buzzed and you pulled it out to see a message in your group chat.
MASON: what time did we agree again?
Jamie couldn’t help the way that his eyes snapped down to your phone, and you noticed the scowl that spread on his face at the sight of the message.
“Yeah, you know what, I will come,” he puffed out his chest a little, standing up straight and running a hand through his hair, “What’s the plan, princess?”
You were more than confused by his reaction, “Uh, we’re just going to get drinks somewhere. Are you alright? Why do you look like I’ve just hidden your hair products and not like I’ve invited you on a night out?”
He crossed his arms over his chest with a scoff, “I don’t. Am fine. Text me where to meet you and I’ll be there. See you later, babe.”
Before you could ask again why he was being so strange about this, he’d kissed you on the forehead and turned to leave.
“I’m guessing by the look on his face, that message was from Mason Mount?” suddenly Roy Kent had appeared at your side, his arms crossed and his brow quirked.
You nodded, but huffed as you replied, “Yeah it was. But what does that matter?”
You had been surprised with how close you’d become to Roy in the time that you’d known him — both as a legend at your own club and one at Richmond.
But, and in particular when you started dating Jamie, he’d been like an older brother to you — always checking in to make sure Jamie treated you right, giving you advice (as best as the grumpy old man could, anyway).
You were eternally grateful for how he treated you, though right now you had no fucking clue what he was talking about.
“C’mon, Y/N/N,” he raised his eyebrow even more, like you were an idiot for not realising the problem. Maybe you were, “Before you signed for Chelsea, you told Jamie that you had a thing for Mason. However stupid your little crush was, he’s obviously not happy that you’re friends with him now.”
Wow. Okay.
“We’re just friends, though, and it’s not like I’d be spending the night alone with him,” you frowned, feeling guilty that your boyfriend felt that way and that he didn’t feel that he could talk to you about it.
“It doesn’t help that Jamie’s had a tough season and your new star boy mate is this season’s top scorer (a/n: 😐 like i said, self-indulgent lol) and he plays for your club,” Roy shrugged like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “He just sees him as competition. And he’s not going to tell you that.”
Before he could react, you wrapped your arms around him in a hug, “Thanks Roy, you’re the best. I’m gonna go speak to him about it.”
“Oi, oi,” he pulled back a little, but not entirely as this was you, “Alright. Go get him out of his little tantrum. And say hi to the Chelsea lot for me.”
“Will do, Kent, will do.”
You pulled out your phone again as he walked away with a low chuckle.
Y/N: J, babe, where are you? can i come get ready at yours tonight please? x
JAMIE: you sure you want to? but yeah sure x
Y/N: don’t be daft, of course i do. i’ve got some stuff to do quickly and then i’ll be at yours, ok? x
JAMIE: ok, princess. see you soon x
You turned up to his house two hours later, and when you knocked the front door he answered in seconds, like he’d been anxiously waiting for you.
You slung your bag down from your shoulder, placing it by the front door and scooping your arms around your neck to kiss him, “Hey, baby.”
“Hiya,” he smiled, kissing you back for a moment, “What made ya want to come here and get ready?”
He seemed uncharacteristically shy as he asked this, as though he was worried about your answer.
“You want the honest answer?”
“Well, yeah. Course. Unless it’s bad. Is it bad?”
“Roy told me how you feel about me being mates with Mase,” okay, maybe you shouldn’t have called him that in this conversation, but you pressed on, “I wanted to talk to you about it, because I didn’t realise you felt like that.”
He swallowed thickly, frowning down at you as you followed him into the living room to continue the conversation.
“Is this the part where you tell me you’re seeing him behind me back or something? Or that you don’t want me to come tonight?”
You sighed, shaking your head and grabbing both of his hands in yours, “The opposite, J.”
He shrugged, “I’d get it. He’s Mason fuckin’ Mount and you’ve fancied him forever. At least his club don’t hate him (a/n: once again self indulgent here) and he’s scoring goals left right and fucking centre at the minute.”
Once again you hooked your arms around him, pulling him closer to you as you forced eye contact.
“Jam, I’m not seeing him and I wouldn’t want to. I have you, and you’re all I want. Sure, I do think you’re fit as fuck on the pitch, but I don’t just fancy you ‘cause you’re a good footballer,” you pleaded with him, and his face softened, “I don’t have a thing for Mason, and scoring goals is hardly gonna swing that for me. I joked that I thought he was attractive before I knew him, yeah, but he’s just a mate and I don’t look at him like that. He’s not you, Jamie, he’ll never be you.”
He seemed half-satisfied by this for a moment, before gritting his teeth and shaking his head, “He plays for your club though, you go for coffee all the time, you have a laugh with him while I’ve been a miserable prick ‘cause I’m playing like fuckin’ shit at the moment.”
It broke your heart to hear him say that, and suddenly you felt like an absolute arsehole for not noticing how he felt sooner and doing something about it.
“Who he plays for doesn’t matter, neither does the fact I like his company as a friend,” you pouted, “But I haven’t done a good enough job of making that clear, and I promise I’ll make sure I do in future because I never want you to feel insecure. I love you, J. Just you. And the fact that you’re struggling at the moment just makes me want to help you, not fuck you off for someone else.”
He kissed you softly, a sort of subtle thank you gesture for your words, even though you weren’t sure he entirely believed them.
He’d never been insecure before, always so certain of himself.
But when it came to you, he was always worried that he wasn’t good enough and you’d realise that eventually.
“We don’t have to go tonight, you know that yeah?” you asked, pushing a hair that had fallen from behind his hair band into his face, “We can do something just me and you. Or stay in.”
He shook his head, “Nah, we should go. It’ll be fun, and I probably should meet him without being a prick to him because I get so jealous that I usually am.”
“It’s fair enough,” you shrugged, “But he’s lovely, and he’s a big fan of you. Thinks you’re class, and wants you to sign for us if anything.”
This seemed to perk Jamie up more, both because it meant Mason was well aware you were taken and because he thought he was class.
“Maybe I should,” he smirked, kissing your nose.
“Now c’mon, if we’re going out I need to get ready,” you hummed, “I look like shit and if I’m going to show up with my hot boyfriend for the first time, I have to try and look at least slightly close to your league.”
He scoffed, “Don’t be daft, you’re gorgeous. World class. Can’t wait to show off my girl.”
You beamed, blushing crimson under his intense gaze before he leaned in and kissed you again.
“I can’t believe you’d think I’d ever want anyone else when I’ve got Jamie fuckin’ Tartt, eh?”
“You know what, princess, you’re right.”
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thank you for reading !!! i hope this was okay, sorry if it’s a little messy but it was fun to write because i <3 soft jamie and also love mason mount ridiculous amounts lmao so this was based on a jealousy request but also v self indulgent.
if you have more requests please let me know — and in the meantime here is my masterlist!
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baileypie-writes · 3 months
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hii so can you do a velvet x fem!reader where reader is #2 artist on the charts and velvet expects her to be super competitive but really, reader just admires and idolizes velvet and they get together over time. pretty please and thank you :) <3
A/N ~ Sure! Hope you enjoy!
~In Love with my Idol~
Velvet x Fem!Pop Star!Reader
Part 2 here!
Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together
Relationship: Friends to romantic
Synopsis: Velvet was expecting to meet her rival, but as it turns out, you idolize her.
Warnings: None!
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“So, I finally get to see you in person, huh? You look pretty much the same in your pictures.” Velvet thought as she spotted you from across the clothing store.
You were the second most popular pop star. Your songs were always right under her’s on the charts. Velvet thought you were a pretty good singer, but obviously not as good as herself. Who knew she would see you in such a random place?
“Shoot, she saw me. Is she gonna come over here? Oh god, she is.” Velvet silently panicked a bit. She prepared herself for a less-than-friendly conversation with you. After all, anyone would be rude talking to the person who always beats them.
“Oh my gosh, hey Velvet! It’s me, (name)! Wow, I can’t believe I get to finally meet you! And here, of all places.” You laughed. Velvet was thrown slightly aback by your enthusiastic greeting.
“Oh, uh, hi.” She greeted back, trying to seem cool. Your eyes sparkled in admiration.
“I um… I just wanted to say that you’re such a big inspiration to me!”
What? “A big inspiration”? Where was the passive aggressive comment?
“Oh, really?” Velvet’s ice cold exterior was slowly melting away at your warm aura.
“Yeah! You’re the main reason I got into making music in the first place.” Your face turned a bit red, and your expression became more shy. “Ok, this is kind of embarrassing to ask, but can I get your autograph?”
That was the last thing Velvet expected to come out of your mouth. But nonetheless, she happily obliged.
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It’s been a few months since your meeting, and your relationship has only gone uphill. The two of you had become very close friends.
Velvet was still a bit shocked at your lack of competitiveness. Whenever her song was, once again, number one on the charts, you’d be the first to congratulate her. And there wasn’t a hint of bitterness. You even occasionally asked her for some advice, and Velvet loves being your mentor.
Velvet often found herself thinking about you at the most random times. And whenever you two locked eyes during concerts, whether it’s hers or yours, she found that she didn’t want to look away.
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You two were hanging out in the lounge backstage, just about ten minutes before you had to go on. You were visibly nervous. Your hands were shaking as you tried to apply the last of your makeup.
Tired of watching you struggle, Velvet took the mascara from your hands, and applied it for you.
“I’m surprised you still get nervous before concerts.” She teased.
“Oh, it’s not the concert I’m nervous about.” You said.
Velvet raised an eyebrow, and put the mascara down on the vanity. “Then what is it?”
You prepared yourself, taking a deep breath. “Okay.” You whispered to yourself, before speaking directly to her. “Velvet, I think you’re awesome. You’ve been, like, my idol for a long time, and thanks to your advice and support, I believe I’ve truly improved. You mean a lot to me so…” You look another deep breath. “Do you wanna go out with me?”
You avoided eye contact with Velvet, preparing yourself for a possible rejection. But instead, you got a lighthearted chuckle.
“Looks like you finally beat me at something.”
Your heart rejoiced, beating twice as fast as before. You took a step closer to hug her, but your action was interrupted by the door opening.
It was your manager. “(name)! You’re on in two minutes!”
“Oh, ok.” You turned towards Velvet, giving an apologetic smile.
“It’s fine, we can talk later. Go on.” She lightly patted your shoulder.
You nodded, and waved goodbye before exiting the room.
You’d never thought you’d say this, but you couldn’t wait for your concert to be over!
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~~baileypie-writes
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fleurrics · 3 months
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Gingerbread house ❄️ Jack Hughes
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summary — Jack and y/n each build a gingerbread house and make it a competition to see which one is the best.
pairing — jack hughes x reader
words — 1212
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"Jack?" you call through the house as you close the front door with your foot and try to balance the heavy bags with all the shopping.
Packed with all the different things you had bought for baking, you make your way to the kitchen, where you set the heavy bags down with an etch and then take turns massaging your aching arms.
"Babe? I'm back!" you call out again when you get no answer. But it still seems to remain silent.
Jack had wanted to accompany you to the supermarket, but you had thankfully declined, because you knew exactly how exhausting it could be with you when you were in your baking mood and wanted to buy countless sweet decorations, so that this usually took over an hour and you didn't want to do this to your boyfriend.
Carelessly, you leave the bags on the kitchen counter and make your way upstairs, where you walk over to the room that Jack has successfully christened his gaming room.
This room contains his computer, a PlayStation, countless games and everything else a gamer's heart desires.
As the door is only ajar, you open it a crack to take a look inside the room.
Every now and then Jack plays with his friends, so you take a cautious look inside before you walk all the way into the room.
But today Jack seems to be playing alone. His headset is lying on the table next to him, while the faint sounds of the game he's playing reach you.
"Babe?" you repeat carefully as you stand inside the room.
"Honey? You're back already?" you can clearly hear the surprise in Jack's voice and shortly after he stops the game, he turns around and gives you a big smile.
"Yes. I've already called you twice, but you don't seem to have heard me. I've got everything we need now. If you want, we can get started."
"Oh yes!" The excitement was written all over Jack's face. And in a flash, he switched off his PlayStation and his screen.
"I can hardly wait to build my own gingerbread house!" he clapped his hands enthusiastically before grabbing you by the hips and literally throwing you over his shoulder.
"Jack!" you screech, almost startled, as you claw at his T-shirt, trying to hold on.
"Don't worry. I've got you," he promises as he carries you down the stairs into the kitchen, where he carefully sets you down on one of the stools.
"Wow, you've really bought a lot" he begins to marvel shortly afterwards as he takes a quick look inside the bags.
"Knowing you, you'll need quite a selection to build the perfect gingerbread house."
Of course, this was only half the truth, because you hadn't really been able to make up your mind in the store, so you ended up buying the whole selection, but of course you wouldn't reveal this to Jack.
"You know me well." Your boyfriend presses a gentle kiss to your lips before sitting down on the stool next to you and you start to unpack all the candy canes, cookies, chocolate and other treats for the gingerbread house together.
After you have filled everything into countless bowls to keep track of all the decorations for your gingerbread houses, you take out the gingerbread houses that Jack discovered a few weeks ago while shopping.
"I guess it's more tactical if we decorate all the individual pieces beforehand and glue the pieces of the houses together at the end, right?" Jack asks you as he starts to mix the icing so you can use it as a kind of glue to stick the sweets to the gingerbread pieces.
"Sounds good. Let's make a competition out of it," you suggest as you break off a piece of candy cane and then pop it in your mouth.
"Sounds good. What do you have in mind?" Jack asks enthusiastically.
"We'll both finish our houses and in the end your followers will decide which house is the most beautiful. Without knowing who owns which one, of course. And the winner won't have to do any laundry for a month."
"Deal" Jack holds his hand out to you without hesitation, which you grab and start to shake. "But before we get started, we need to get in the right musical mood."
Jack reaches for his cell phone, which he connects to the Bluetooth box and shortly afterwards his Christmas playlist starts to play and you begin to decorate your houses.
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"Wow. You've really gone to a lot of trouble," Jack marvels as he starts to look at your gingerbread house.
A proud smile forms on your lips. Over the last hour, it really has taken you a lot of nerve and sweat to get the house just the way you imagined it.
You used the icing to add a few roof tiles and details, while the little candy canes served as fences and your few sweets were used to decorate the gingerbread house.
Jack's gingerbread house, on the other hand, had a roof made entirely of colored candy canes, while a large candy cane stood in front of his house and countless little chocolate snowmen stood around his colorful front yard, which was also covered with candy canes.
"Yours isn't bad either. I think it's going to be a close race" you say honestly, while Jack agrees with you and then starts to take a photo of your gingerbread houses.
"Luckily, my followers will decide who wins." Jack starts typing on his phone and shortly afterwards the story is online as a vote.
"Now we have to wait. And we'll tidy up in the meantime."
Stretching, you get up from the stool and start to feel your back ache slightly from sitting so much that you briefly grimace.
"I could do with a massage right now," you half-joke as you look over at Jack, who starts to massage his neck.
"Not such a bad idea. Those bar stools are incredibly uncomfortable."
Jack reaches his hand into the Skittels and shovels the whole hand of Skittels into his mouth and begins to chew with relish.
"You're impossible," you say with a giggle.
"That's why you love me." Jack gently pulls you towards him by the hips so that you put your hands on the back of his neck and look up at him.
"Let's see if I still love you when I lose and have to do the laundry for a month," you reply with a cheeky grin on your lips.
"Hm, you probably don't have to worry about that."
Jack holds his cell phone in front of you with the story of the vote, which clearly shows that you're leading.
Cheering, you throw your arms up in the air, whereupon Jack just starts to grumble.
"Haha! Looks like the laundry is yours for a month!" you giggle happily. "Tell your followers I love them, Jack Hughes!"
"Do you love them more than me?" he almost pouts as he pulls back against you again, since your cheering has caused you to move away from him.
"I don't love anyone more than you," you assure him and press a gentle kiss to his lips, which taste of skitles and icing.
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ashwhowrites · 10 months
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1, 2 & 6 from the smut prompts with subby jonathan or steve ;) thank you so much!
People voted for subby Steve 🫡
Never proofread. I hope this is what you were looking for
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I’ve never seen you squirm so much
A and B have a code name for a dirty word. While at a social event with lots of people, A casually slips the word into conversation, causing B to choke on their drink and get very red in the face.
A texts B reassuring and flirty texts from the opposite side of the room. A watch in glee as B checks their phone and their face goes dark red.
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Steve was always known as a ladies' man, he was the king for a reason. He knew his way around the bedroom and knew how to treat the female body. But there was one girl that flipped him on his stomach and made him feel things he has never felt before.
She was his girlfriend, and he had no idea how he got so lucky. He finally received the love he gave out. And he has never experienced someone desiring him so intensely.
He felt safe with her, he could let his brain disappear when he was around her. Just a puppy dog following her every move.
It didn't matter where they were, he was attached to her side and blindly following every instruction.
It was Dustin's birthday and the group was at the bowling alley. Robin and Nancy wanted to do boys against girls. Steve immediately pouted and begged to be on the team with his girlfriend.
Robin refused to budge, throwing her arms around Y/N and placing a wet kiss on her cheek. Steve pouted at the action, giving Robin a glare as everyone began to search for their bowling balls.
As the game went on, it got competitive. Steve and Robin were tied, and neither wanted to lose to the other person.
Robin knew if anyone could throw Steve off of his game, it would be Y/N.
"Help me out, here. Get him all nervous and twitchy." Robin whispered in Y/N's ear. The boys were already celebrating their win as Steve knocked down eight pins. He had a chance to knock down two more.
Y/N walked over to Steve with a proud smile. Handing him a cup of water. He smiled as he took the cup, taking a small sip as she leaned into his ear.
No one knew what she said, but the way Steve's eyes went wide, and he choked on his drink. He nodded and coughed. He walked a little bit away from her, drinking his water as he prepped himself to bowl again.
"Wow Steve, I didn't peg you as someone who was so good with balls." Y/N joked as Steve set up to throw the ball.
She knew the group would focus on the inappropriate joke and not the fact she said peg with a taunting tone. She watched as Steve lost his grip, the ball being thrown right into the gutter.
Robin squealed as she raced for her turn to bowl.
Steve felt his body blushing as he covered the front of his jeans with his hands, walking over to Y/N with a pout on his face.
She smirked as he moved in her arms, hiding his face in her neck.
"Someone a little excited?" She teased, rubbing his back as he groaned in his neck.
Robin squealed as she beat Steve's score.
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Steve suffered as his jeans grew tight. Sitting in a booth across from Y/N. Her eyes locked on her phone as the table shared plates of food. Steve couldn't bother to eat, what he was craving was not an option at the moment.
Steve felt his phone vibrate, confused he pulled it out.
He tried to hold back the whimper as the thread of naughty texts from his girlfriend filled the screen.
He could tell his face was on fire, burning from head to toe.
Y/N watched in joy as Steve shrunk in his seat, shifting over and over. His eyes looked up to her and down to the floor. Switching back and forth.
She could almost taste the beg on his tongue.
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By the time they made it back to Steve's house, he had been on her back since. His arms wrapped around her waist, whimpering in her ear, and pouting whenever she gave him attention.
He wasn't sure how much more teasing he could handle. He ached all over and his mind was only focused on getting a release.
"I've never seen you squirm so much." Y/N teased, her arms wrapped around his neck as he looked down at her.
"Can you just have mercy on me already? I can't handle anything more." He whined, no shame in using his puppy eyes to guilt her into being nice.
She did take some pity on him. Leaning up to press her lips against his. Swallowing his whimpers. Her hands played with his hair, causing his knees to grow weak.
He let his body melt, releasing his lips from hers as he kissed down her neck, her chest, stomach, and placing a final kiss above her pants. His forehead resting against her stomach, arms around her thighs.
His neck turning to look up at her, water in his eyes.
"please, baby, just something." He whined.
"yeah? Just need me to help you?" She mocked
He nodded as he sniffled. Rubbing his face against her stomach.
"what do you want?" She asked, her hand running through his hair
He mumbled against her stomach, the words muffled by the material of her shirt.
"again?" She asked, yanking his hair so his head snapped up.
"I want to cum." He said, loud and clear so he wouldn't get in trouble for having to repeat himself.
"there's your big boy voice " she teased, patting his cheek softly with her free hand
He waited for her next instruction. He wasn't sure how he would get to cum, but he wouldn't be picky.
"hump my leg and make a mess in your boxers."
He felt a sob in his throat but kept it together
"can I please be in you?" He asked
She gave him a look, and he knew to back down. Swallowing more of his own whimpers and straddling her leg.
He held on to the back of her thighs as he began to rock his hips against her. The rough material of his jeans scraping against her. He shivered as his cock felt the sensation.
He closed his eyes, embarrassed that he was desperate enough to cum that he'd hump her leg.
He felt like dying in embarrassment when he could already feel the need to cum. He was pathetic.
He tried to pace himself, rub himself to feel good but not cum all over himself.
But she would never miss a chance to embarrass him.
"nah uh, don't pace yourself. You are pathetic, we both know you are. So show me how pathetic you are." She demanded
He nodded his head and began to rub himself faster. Moans escaping his mouth as he clenched her thighs in his hands.
He could feel the build up. Panting as he rubbed himself against her as fast as he could. His jaw dropped as he silently whined when he felt his balls tightening.
"that it? Gonna cum?" She asked, her hands back to playing with his hair.
He couldn't answer, his brain melted. His insides were vibrating and his cock was throbbing.
The sound of her mocking giggle sent him over the edge. Whining loudly as he coated his boxers in his cum.
Slowly riding out his orgasm. Gasping as each movement of his hips made his cock sensitive. His tip hit the puddle of cum that now rested in his boxers.
His ears were red and burned. His face flushed in embarrassment.
"my good boy" she teased, dropping down to his eyesight. Smirking as her hand ran over the wet spot in his jeans. Loving the way he jumped and shivered.
"round one is done."
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obaewankenope · 1 year
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Hey @writer-in-theory your answer to this ask inspired me! Rip my life and brain because wow I haven't written in ages!!
@kedreeva enjoy some Steddie lol
[Ao3]
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Steve Harrington isn't gay. That's one thing Eddie Munson knows for a fact. It's like a the earth is round, the sun is the centre of the solar system, kind of fact.
At least, Eddie thought it had been one of those kinds of facts.
Steve Harrington asking him, Eddie, freak, outcast, exonerated-by-Hopper-suspected-serial-killer, Munson to the movies on fucking Valentines Day blows that entire Fact Of Existence out of the fucking water.
"You mean as friends?" Eddie asks, maybe a little desperately to change what he's thinking Steve might actually mean. A lot desperately. Because surely, surely Steve Harrington isn't gay and into Eddie.
Eddie is not that lucky.
"If you want," Harrington replies with such a casual fucking shrug of his shoulders that Eddie wants to scream. He's seen that move from Harrington before. Harrington is humouring Eddie in that too-nice-to-be-selfish way Steve has that Eddie didn't realise he did have until recently.
It's the way Harrington doesn't push any of their party about things even if Harrington really wants to.
It's the way Steve offers his home to all of them, no matter the time of day, if they need a safe space and quiet.
It's the way Eddie has watched Harrington never push or ask for anything for himself beyond the initial, vague comment that no one else seems to realise is Steve Harrington's cry for attention.
And here it is now, with Eddie, offering him a way out of something Steve wants because Steve Harrington won't be selfish and will let Eddie reject him if it makes Eddie more comfortable.
Fucking fuck. 
Eddie suddenly understands how really smart scientists in history felt when they realised one of their Facts Of Existence turned out wrong. And, like those scientists, Eddie isn't going to let himself keep on going with a wrong fact.
He's not a coward anymore. Eddie Munson isn't going to run away from something ever again. 
"No, we can go together," Eddie says, watching Harri- Steve's face. He sees the moment Steve understands that Eddie doesn't mean go together as friends. He sees it when Steve actually realises Eddie understands what Steve wants and is agreeing to it. 
That smile Steve supported from the beginning of their conversation changes then-and-there. "Cool. I'll pick you up at 7:30, yeah?"
"Yeah, Steve." Eddie nods and watches Steve realise he's late for work, Robin is gonna be opening alone and is going to murder him for it, and that this really is happening. "It's a date," he calls out to Steve's rapidly retreating back as Steve rushes to his car.
Steve freezes mid-step and turns to stare at Eddie. There's that shocked sort of delight on his face that Eddie's only seen the kids bring out when they surprised Steve on his birthday with some truly awful singing.
Eddie gives him a smirk. "Right, Harrington?"
"Right, Munson," Steve says after a moment, face turning bright with a grin that Eddie has never seen on his face. Not directed at Eddie, anyway.
Wheeler got it several times when they dated in high school. Now it's Eddie's to receive.
"Robin's gonna kill you for being late," Eddie comments and Steve snorts.
"Not when I tell her you actually said yes to me," Steve replies, "she's been at me to ask you out for months."
Eddie blinks. "Months?"
Steve blushes. "Yeah, uh, I wasn't sure how you'd react do I kept putting it off," he admits. "Didn't want to put it off any longer though. You're too good to let someone else ask you first."
Eddie snorts, thinking Steve is being snarky before he realises, Harrington actually believes that. Steve Harrington thinks he had competition for Eddie's hand. Holy shit.
"Good thing you did then," Eddie shoots back, entire being amazed at this revelation that Steve Harrington wants him enough to not let someone else ask Eddie out for Valentine's. Jesus Christ, Steve likes Eddie, the freak, Munson. 
"7:30 Harrington," Eddie reminds him, putting this earth-shattering revelation to the side for the moment.
Steve nods. "7:30, yeah."
They stare at each other, a distance between them that means nothing now Eddie sees Steve properly for the first time. He understands the expression on Steve's face for what it is: longing and affection and desire. Eddie isn't too sure his own face isn't reflecting the same right back for Steve to see.
"You're gonna be so late," Eddie says eventually and the moment breaks. Steve blinks, curses, and dives at his car. "Good luck, Harrington."
Steve groans as he starts his car. "Pray for me," he shouts at Eddie as he reverses away.
Eddie laughs and gives Steve's car a salute. "No promises," he shouts back as Steve drives off, leaving Eddie at his trailer with his whole world tilted on a new axis of reality.
Because Eddie Munson knows now, Steve Harrington isn't straight, is the real fact. And after their date, he discovers another to go with this new Fact Of Existence:
Steve Harrington loves Eddie, the freak, Munson.
Of course, that one has its own Fact Of Existence accompanying it that Steve Harrington gets to discover too:
Eddie Munson loves Steve, the hair, Harrington.
[drop a tip, like, reblog, message, whatever, at me if you liked this and maybe want more fic from me in the future]
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lizzaneia-elizalde · 25 days
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HEAR ME OUT LI!! Image if our little mermaid found a small sculptor of a man,(it could either be a real figure of a man, or just some random dude). And she somehow falls in love with the figure. Like- "this is who i want to be mates with!" "I wonder what he really looks like..!" "Maybe the Gods will be merciful and grant me my wish on seeing him!'
She goes to Orion, asking him if he knows who the guy is while handing him the figure — having heart eyes and all.
Here's one about Viper bc he is forever my fav !! She brings it around with her, talking to it as if its real, even naming it. She drops it one day deep down the dark trenches and has been floating around pouting and even rolling around crying about her only one slipping away from her
(I just love jealous boys!!)
🦪 Anonn!!
Yandere! Male! Deep sea creature x mermaid! Fem! Reader x Human! Male! Hunter
Sorry for being a bit inactive and not uploading last week! Got a bit too busy with Uni. But this?? 🦪anon again with the amazing asks. Also, Gojo, anyone?
What if: darling finds a figure?
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It was a normal day for you.
Well, it was supposed to.
You were just finding more stuff to decorate the trenches, since the decorations you placed were getting a bit stale for your taste.
Not until your hands touched something smooth, yet a bit too complicated for your fingertips. It has long twigs, four of them. A bulbous circle on top yet has weird spikes, and what seems like ridges.
It was buried under the kelp, and with a bit of tugging, you unearthed what seems to be...
"A human... sculpture?"
Your eyes sparkled, looking at this man in front of you.
The color has faded a bit, but you could tell that this man was wearing what seems to be a dark blue, almost black uniform type of outfit. With him, lifting his eye cover revealing gorgeous icy blue eyes. And he had spiky white hair accentuating on how ethereal he look.
"W-wow... Is this..?"
Were humans always this colorful? He looks so handsome.
"Who are you, mister?" A fair blush on your cheeks, you checked around his body to see if there's an indication for who he is. "Nothing? But..."
You were in love with a figurine. How insane is that?
That's what Orion told himself as you swam with him, showing the figurine days after you first found him.
"I found who this guy is." Orion muttered, making you freeze and grin.
"Really?! Oh my god! Who is he?!" You asked, hugging the figurine clsoe to your body. "I must meet him!"
Orion scowled.
He can't believe that he's getting jealous over a figurine of all things.
"Ah, but like, he's unattainable." Orion badmouthed the Gojo figurine in your arms, making you pout. "He's like... A ladies man. You got way too many competitions."
Well, it was true. Gojo Satoru of Jujutsu Kaisen has too many fans, not just from the ladies.
"But still! I want to meet him!" You begged. Your soft, wet eyes filling with tears. "I truly do! H-he may be my mate!"
Orion was now slackjawed. "Excuse me? Mate?"
"Yes! Mate! It's love at first sight. Then maybe, just maybe..." A bashful expression, you gazed longingly at the figure. "He'll fall for me too."
'Gojo, thank your damn ancestors that you're fucking fictional.' Orion gritted his teeth before turning around and entering his yacht, making you flinch from surprise.
"Orion?"
"I'm leaving."
You gasped, totally not expecting this. "But, I still need to know who this man is!"
"I don't care! Procure legs and find him on your own or something!"
Now that stung. You frowned, a bit saddened, angry, and honestly, humiliated by his words.
Annoyed, you turned around and dove down to the trenches, not wanting to see Orion who was regretting his words and beating himself up from being too jealous of a damn fake guy.
Once you got to the trenches, you sniffled.
"He was so mean." You muttered to the figure. "Really! Like he knows it's hard for us mermaids and rare to get legs... Why can't he just help me?"
You hummed, dancing around with the figurine to make yourself cheer up.
"What should I name you... I can't just keep calling you mister..."
You looked at the figurine once more, and was totally enamored by his icy blue eyes.
"I get it! Ice!"
A certain deep sea mermaid almost coughed violently.
You were so bad at naming things.
The same as Viper, he incessantly heard of your whims and whiles about this figurine in front of you. Honestly, it didn't even bother him. But the fact that this guy can be real is getting to his nerves, making him grit his teeth.
He's bad at handling jealousy, and all he could wish is to crush this figurine to smithereens.
"AH!"
And will you look at that, it fell straight to his lap.
It was kind of heavy, in what seems to be a much more intricate figurine that looks like it was too expensive due to the detail placed in it, with the heftiness that made it sink quickly.
Clumsy you tried to place it on a sticking ledge from the trench that's crumbling, and accidentally broke it, making the figurine fall to Viper's lap.
Viper could hear your panicked screeches.
"My man!"
"Oh no! Come back to me!"
"Please... My love..."
Viper rolled his eyes. As if he's gonna give this back to you.
And you're calling this puny figurine your love? How stupid.
With one coil of his tail, the figure broke to pieces, and he let the pieces fall down to the sandy floor, forgetting about it as he heard your lovely soft weeps.
"Viper... Please, if you see a figurine of a white haired human, please give it to me!"
Your desperate pleas did not fall on deaf ears, but Viper only shrugged as he replied.
"I will."
As if he would.
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harunayuuka2060 · 1 year
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MC: First of all, I would like to apologize for my father's— *gives Malleus a quick glare*— rude behavior towards you.
Cleo Kingscholar: I don't know if your apology would be enough. I've got beaten up into a pulp just for being a son of a former lazy housewarden.
Leona: Who are you calling lazy? *frowns*
Maze Rosehearts: *raises his hand*
MC: Yes?
Maze Rosehearts: *smiles* You don't have to apologize. My dad explained to us the situation.
Maze Rosehearts: It's just that these utter fools were not competitive.
Vito Schoenheit: Oh, please. Do not pretend you didn't eat dirt like the rest of us.
Maple Felmier: Guys, let's not fight in the presence of our families! *shimmer shimmer*
Vil: Wow, Epel. Your son seems to know how to use his charm more than you do.
Epel: My biggest mistake was introducing you to him.
MC: Again, I apologize. And also...
MC: WHY THE HELL ARE YOU ALL HERE?!
MC: Leona! You're the physics teacher!
MC: Vil! You're the potionology professor!
MC: Kalim's working in the cafeteria!
MC: Jamil's the school nurse!
MC: And every single time I turn around, I see all your faces!
Floyd: Calm down, Shrimpy. It's all Nudibranch's idea.
Jade: That's right. He requested all of us to accompany you.
Jade: Unfortunately, Azul won't be able to since he's too busy in his business.
MC: Don't you all have your own career now?!
Leona: We just want to see you graduate this time without pulling a crazy stunt again.
MC: *got stabbed with that* S-Sorry...
Malleus: *goes to hug them* Now that all is well. Let's go walk around the school and check out the new gargoyles.
MC: ...There are new ones?
Malleus: Yes. I've got a glimpse of them while playing with the kids.
Cleo, Maze, and the others: ...
Leona: We're going back to our classes now.
Vil: Right. And Vito, we have to talk about your daily routine as the new housewarden of Pomefiore.
Vito: *mumbles* It's like I didn't leave home at all.
Leona: Cleo.
Cleo: *sigh* I'm going.
Jade: *chuckles* I wish I have kids too.
Floyd: There's someone courting you, right? Why not give her a shot?
Jade: I'm not interested to go in a relationship, Floyd.
Floyd: You and Azul will end up dying single.
MC: ...
MC: I feel like this is going to be an enjoyable freshman year for me.
Malleus: *smiles*
MC: Thanks, Pa.
Malleus: You're welcome.
Kalim: MC! Here! *waving at them* Today's food is great!
MC: Isn't it always, Kalim?
Jamil: *sigh* I'm the school nurse, but I couldn't just let him do the kitchen work.
MC: By the way, Jamil, I heard your son is the new housewarden of Scarabia. *smiles* Congratulations.
Jamil: *smiles* Thank you. But Ahmed should be the one hearing your praise.
Jamil: Speaking of Ahmed, he should be here now.
Ahmed Viper: Zain! I still have things to do! *being dragged*
Zain Al-Asim: But we're going to run out of food if we don't hurry!
Jamil and MC: ...
Jamil: Let's not bother them.
MC: *laughs*
Maze Rosehearts: I'm letting you know that we're going to have a housewarden meeting later this afternoon.
MC: I'll be there.
Maze Rosehearts: And also, please drop by in Heartslabyul. My father wants to see you.
MC: ...
MC: Do you need help, Maze?
Maze: *smiles shyly* Yes. There were two students who arrived late in our dorm and he was not happy about it.
MC: I see. Don't worry. I'll see what I can do.
Maze: *smiles* Thank you.
Cleo: *has approached* Already getting close with the Diasomnia housewarden, huh, Maze?
Maze: *frowns* Cleo.
Cleo: *smirks* Anyway, please come by our dorm too. I'll give you a tour.
Zain: *yells as he passes by their room* Whoo! PDA!
Cleo, Maze, and MC: ...
Maze: What "PDA"?
Zain: *runs back* PUBLIC DISPLAY OF ADMIRATION!
Cleo and Maze: ...
Cleo and Maze: *decided to chase him*
MC: ...
MC: *chuckles*
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batwritings · 2 months
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Hi again Bat!! Hope your year’s going well so far. Got a couple more requests-hope you don’t mind!
Can I get Gaz with a rival reader, who’s not exactly his enemy, but has always been his competition? Basically, they’ve been frenemies since selection, before they even both got into their respective positions in 141. Between their silent competitions during training, to their snarky comments to each other during missions, they’re always trying to one-up each other. Eventually, at some point, they find themselves struggling for some semblance of control over the other in bed, desperate to win once and for all.
-Hybrid
Hmm, I don't think I've ever written anything like this! Let's give it a whirl! Enjoy!~
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You and Kyle Garrick have never gotten on well. It wasn't that you were on bad terms necessarily. The two of you had just always been neck and neck in everything, it really did give off that imagery some days.
From the moment you were selected top in one of your shared classes, to the placement of each of you on TF141. In everything, Gaz was you rival to the end. So it wasn't a surprised to see him in front of your door with a frustrated expression one night.
"I had that," he growled as you let him into your barracks. "But nooo, you just had to step in and take up the limelight didn't you?" You couldn't help but smirk, shrugging slightly as he crossed his arms defiantly.
"Wow Sergeant," you mocked, sitting back against your cot. "Didn't realize this would have you in such a tizzy. You gonna do something about it for once?" You spread your legs a bit, clearly meaning to be teasing. It was something you did all the time after a singular instance of catching the man staring while the two of you had to quickly change on a mission. Yet never once did your teammate choose to act on it.
You watched with rapt attention as chocolate eyes looked between your spread legs and your face with a distinct sneer. "You know what?" he says, uncrossing his arms, balled fists at his sides. "I am."
Before you can ask him what he'll do, Gaz is between your legs. He pushes you back against your bed, hold your arms above your head with one hand and a confident smirk. You blush wildly, clearly not expecting the reciprocation and how aroused that simple act just made you.
Eager to turn the tides, you lean up and kiss him roughly, moaning when it's returned without hesitation. Your legs hook behind his, forcing him on you further. The man hums, slipping a hand down your front to rub against your sex.
You rock your hips up, making your two sexes touch behind his hand. Gaz groans, kisses now trailing from your lips to your jaw and down your neck. You sigh in pleasure as the two of you start rocking your hips together.
It's as if the sergeant knew all of your weak spots, easily bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. Meanwhile, your filthy words were egging him on just as bad. "Fuck you feel so good Kyle," and "Please fuck, harder, more--" were things that drove him absolutely wild.
Unfortunately for you, you wouldn't be winning your little spat. One well placed nip against your clothed nipple was the breaking point, having you come undone against his clothed sex. Little appreciative kisses were pressed into your skin as your teammate praised you, ceasing all movement as to not overwhelm you.
"Well done Y/N," Gaz purrs with a rather sweet kiss pressed to your cheek. "Think that gets us even now doesn't it?" You roll your eyes, smiling deviously.
"Oh we're not done here sergeant."
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