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fallenangelkitten · 9 months

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Déjà-vu

Synopsis: While living your daily life, you meet a stranger that seems to flip your world on its axis.

Warnings: angst, kissing, cuteness

Notes: while writing this I felt magic running through my veins and into my fingertips. Genuinely one of my favorite pieces.

She walked through the square to make it to the side walk across the street. The thick, rubber soles of her vans sloshed against the puddles that still lingered on the concrete. It hadn’t rained in quite a few days, but large clouds still flooded the sky and shielded the sun.

She didn’t mind.

Dreary, rainy days had always been her favorite.

Even as she stepped into a deeper puddle- one that soaked through the canvas of her shoes.

It wasn’t every day she came to this little coffee shop, but it was damn near close. She always claimed the third booth to the right, the one pressed into the corner of the café. She always ordered the same drink- an iced matcha. Always iced, no matter how crisp and cool the air was.

As she pulled the door open, a man stepped out. His brown curls flopped over his forehead, blue eyes locking with hers as he opened his mouth to apologize.

But the words never left him; they sat caught in his throat as he stared down at the woman.

She watched as his eyes widened to the size of her own. Shock fell through her as her mind swept to find any memory of him. Any explanation. Any moment of clarity.

There was none.

But the way he looked at her. The familiar way his eyes traveled over her face, searching. She felt as though she had seen him do it a thousand times before.

Their eyes stayed locked as he stepped aside to let her through. As the door closed behind them, they had to glance through the glass.

“Welcome in, (Y/N)! I was wondering when you would be by,” said the older woman behind the counter. Miss Humfry owned the little store, and adored her. She always slipped her muffins and pastries on the side.

She finally turned away from the door. “H-Hi, Miss Humfty!” She forced a smile upon her face to not cause her any worry. “Just the usual, please.”

“Of course, dear. Go ahead and go sit, I’ve got it from here.”

The green pleather was beginning to crack from wear, but it didn’t bother her. She had always admired old things. She always picked the most worn book at a second hand store. Always chose the sweaters that were just beginning to fray at the cuffs.

The man slid into the seat in front of her- into her booth.

That same dizzy feeling resurfaced inside her.

His blue eyes locked onto hers, causing her to grip at the seat. “I’m very sorry to disturb you, but I have to ask,” he took a deeper breath. “Have we met before?”

His eyes roamed… searching again.

Her head felt like it was spinning.

He came back.

“I, um. I don’t believe so. But-”

He cut her off. “We’ve never met?”

“Honestly?” She asked. His brow cocked up in response. “I don’t know. It feels as if we have. But I… I would remember someone like you.”

Embarrassment flooded her cheeks.

He looked as if he was going to speak, but Miss Humfry was there with the order in hand. “Here you go, (Y/N).” She set her iced matcha and a scone onto the table. “Oh, my! On a date, I see. I’ll leave you to it.” She winked towards her and was on her way before either of them could correct her.

She kept her eyes fixed on her breakfast.

“(Y/N) is it? That’s,” he cleared his throat. “That’s beautiful.”

She didn’t know what to say, so she muttered a thank you and took a sip of her drink.

Only a moment had passed. “I feel like I do remember you. I don’t know from where and I don’t know how, but I do.”

Her eyes flicked up. She couldn’t help but focus on the small patch of brown in one of his irises.

She sucked in a sharp breath of air as his knee brushed hers. There was a current, a shock. One she could feel through the thick fabric of her jeans, one that made her heart flutter.

His eyes widened as the words fell from his lips. “I should go.”

And he did. He was gone as quickly as he had fallen into her booth.

Her mind was racing as she abandoned her food and ran after him. The air had become cooler and a drizzle made its way down from the sky. She raked a hand through her hair.

“Wait!” She called out.

He wasn’t very far ahead of her, and he turned. She could tell from the furrow of his brow that he hadn’t expected her to follow him. She ran towards his direction, stopping just a few feet from where he stood. Dew coated his hair, his cheeks, the tip of his nose.

She took a few steps forward.

She was close enough that she had to tilt her head to meet his gaze. His lower lip was pulled between his teeth as his eyes flicked between hers and her mouth.

As her head moved closer towards his.

As he pulled his lip from between his teeth.

As she only slightly pressed her own against them.

She was still spiraling and the dizziness had faltered, but the arm that snaked around her waist made it all so much easier. For the first time in a long time, she felt grounded without the feeling of being stuck. It’s as if her feet were just touching the ground.

Even though the daze she’d seemed to be compelled into.

His lips pressed more fully against hers as she folded her arms around his neck. He pulled her into him; her touch his only drug.

Each time his tongue moved against hers- lips molded to the others, teeth nibbling- a new wave of static flowed through them.

An electricity that ignited them.

But it didn’t feel new.

It was something as old as time itself.

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angelcqre · 3 months

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Coffee Date

Simon Riley likes americanos and muffins. He always pays in cash, and he always wears a medical mask.

He’s the strangest regular you have.

He shows up every Tuesday morning at *precisely* 11:06AM, always orders the same order to go, always stares at you a little hard when you tell him the total and that your cafe doesn’t accept tips.

Always slips you a few dollars, tucks them into your hand and folds your fingers over it with too-calloused hands. There might be mirth in those dark, dead eyes, but it’s honeslty uncomfortable to make eye contact with him, so you don’t search for it.

He’s said a total of three words for the months that you’ve known him. Americano, baked good. Doesn’t matter which - he grunts in acknowledgement when you bring him something, and you’ve kind of figured out what he likes depending on the pitch.

Muffins, he likes. Cake pops, he dislikes. Cookies, he dislikes. Bagels, he dislikes. The one time you’d had brownies, he’d liked them.

So when he says something besides those three words, it’s jarring. Shocking, even.

“The same as usual?”

“Mmh.”

“Alrighty. We’ve got muffins cooling in the back - lemme go grab one. It’ll be nice. Warm.” Offering him a grin, you set the espresso to pull, trailing out to the back to grab one of the still-warm chocolate chip muffins. It’ll go well with the americano.

“Here you are,” You say, folding the bag over itself, offering it to the man. “Anything else i can get you, Simon?”

You only know his name because he flashed his military ID for the veterans discount the first time. Odd duck.

“…Every time I blink, I see the faces of those I’ve left behind.”

*What*?

You blink, blink again when he hands you a twenty.

“Keep the change, love.”

And then he’s off.

#ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #my stuff

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talesfrommedinastation · 1 month

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My redneck neighbor Doug watches 'Bad Territory'

As a few people have quickly surmised, the Bad Batch episode in which they go to Space Swampy Badtimes and punch gators was going to send Doug over the edge with joy. Y'all right!

So, turn up the CCR to 'Born on the Bayou', and prepare for some of the more unhinged things Doug's texted me.

CW: Little more mild, just excitement. When Doug starts rambling about Cajun food, just click here. He says it's one of the best places for boudin and bbq and they'll even process a deer you found on the highway.

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Episode 8: “::happy Cajun noises::”

Well we back in Space Daytona, outside the HMS Search Warrant because Daddy Rambo can’t afford a trailer now. Does that thing have air conditioning?

Man, Toaster Strudel’s always gone, is he a space trucker now or what.

Oh, man, it’s Church Lady! She don’t seem too upset by Ryan-from-Accounting being somewhere else, fighting the Space Balrog. But we know why she’s not sad.

(Does this involve Mayday?

"Who?"

Sassy Park Ranger?

"Hell yeah it does! He’s her beau."

What about Ryan-from-Accounting?

"I done told you once I tell you again RYAN-FROM-ACCOUNTING DIDN’T DESERVE THAT SMART INDEPENDENT WOMAN NONE!")

Maybe Daddy Warcrimes will hang out with Church Lady and she can double dip with him and Sassy Park Ranger. It’s Thanksgiving, dark meat and white meat are on the plate.

(WTF?!)

Well you know why Church Lady’s the Church Lady? She’s been talking to other church folks and if there’s one person who knows how to get info on people it’s the church ladies. Seriously, how do you think they organize EVERYTHING and know EVERYONE. You think they go to church for Jesus that’s a bald lie up in here.

So Julio fires up the stolen work truck and he and Daddy Rambo are off.

Wait, if that’s their home, where Little Orphan Blondie and Daddy Warcrimes sleeping? The beach? Come on now.

Aw, shit, man, is that THOTH STATION?! Meat Muffin, these show people reading your white trash love story book and made it into reality! They owe you MONEY GIRL! Think they’ll meet Fred Johnson or Anderson Dawes?!

And look it’s CAMINA DRUMMER!

Oh wait no that’s that Chick-that’s-in-Everything! Looks like she’s doing business with the guy Han Solo shot in the club. Think she’s selling him Columbian nose candy?

Well she’s drinking a whole thing of pinot, don’t blame her, I’d be drinking if Daddy Rambo was up in my club whining for names. Go on the Facebook, Daddy Rambo, it’d be easier.

They’re off somewhere else to help the Chick-that’s-in-Everything. OH MY SWEET TITS OF CHRIST THEY IN LOUISIANA AGAIN! IT’S AN OIL REFINERY! No one can breath! They got a PONTOON! Everything’s orange and sticky!

Oh look at them out in them stinky bayous of Terrebonne Parish! Man did they film this entire season in my home state like it’s the first season of True Detective now I wonder. Man that was a good show.

Aw man, mines in the water! It IS TERREBONNE PARISH! “He won’t expect us,” damn right he won’t. The Chick-Thats-In-Everything sure knows her shit. She’s a redneck hunter and the lady’s got grit. I wonder if she’s caught Steven Segal.

There better be OH MAN IT IS!

SPACE GATORS!!!!!

YEAH! PUNCH EM JULIO! SHOOT EM CHICK-THAT’S-IN-EVERYTHING! OH DADDY RAMBO GOT CAUGHT BUT JULIO PUNCHED IT TOO! PUNCHING GATORS AND THROWING KNIVES AND SHOOTING GUNS IN THE BAYOU, MEAT MUFFIN I LOVE THIS DAMN SHOW!!!!!

The only bad thing about this is now I need to go back to Thibodaux to Bourgeois and get some crawfish boudin, maybe some cracklings, some hogshead cheese too.

Daddy Warcrimes is doing that thing where you sit around and breathe. Jenny tells me to do that. I’m like woman I do that every damn day at work what’s the difference now.

They’re at the place–it’s a shack in the woods surrounded by home made bombs and the owner’s armed to the teeth?! MEAT MUFFIN THEY GONE DONE AND FILMED IT AT MY COUSIN CLAYTON'S HOUSE IN TERREBONNE PARISH NOW!!!!

Oh man it ain’t my cousin Clayton whose been weird since he got out of Angola, now they’re hunting Jeff Goldblum from The Fly! Except now he’s a mantis! Hate those things. Jenny set one on fire after she caught it snapping at one of her hummingbirds. That woman, man, you don’t mess with her garden, she’ll take out the hairspray and a lighter and make a torch out of it. Love her. Married two dozen years now.*

Oh! Jeff Goldblum is trying to escape–but the Chick-That’s-In-Everything knows her shit and cuts her own wire to the pontoon! Maybe she IS Camina Drummer after all.

Oh, man, they done got that mantis son of a bitch. Now, back to Thoth Station, and of course, the Chick-That’s-in-Everything ain’t coughing up a dime. Just flings Daddy Rambo right off her ship.

Oh, man, who is she calling?

I hope it’s not Gun-Safety-Muppet, I hate that blue bastard.

*= Jenny is a delight and really does flip from ‘Sweetie, you need to meditate’ to ‘I will set bugs on fire for threatening my birds’. She’s the one who taught Jimmers to corner and kill everything in their yard.

@skellymom @cdblake1565 @sued134 @amalthiaph @yeehawgeek @merkitty49 @eyecandyeoz @isthereanechoinhere96 who else loves Redneck Doug?

If you want to be added, please let me know!

PS- I have his ramblings from the last two episodes, but they were not nearly as deranged as this.

#tbb #cloneforce99 #thebadbatch #the bad batch #redneck doug #cajun doug #doug the neighbor #oh doug #he was so happy guys #so happy #tbb omega #the bad batch season 3 #clone force 99 #fennec shand #tbb wrecker #tbb hunter

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classickook · 2 years

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breath of fresh air | sherlock holmes

pairing: sherlock holmes x fem!reader

summary: you overhear some mean things being said about you and it gets you thinking about your importance to sherlock and why he keeps you around. (based off this request by @little-gallaxy.)

warnings: slight bullying, hurt/comfort, crying, soft!sherlock

word count: 2.6k

a/n: haven’t written for sherlock in a hot minute so i hope y’all enjoy this one!

you had stopped by scotland yard that morning to drop off some freshly-baked muffins, packed neatly in a cloth-lined basket, that you had prepared earlier as a little treat for the detectives in an effort to cheer them up after a particularly gruesome case. you had insisted on not being given any further details once sherlock had mentioned something akin to ‘a frankensteinian dismemberment and re-stitching of three separate victims.’ at that point, you had heard more than enough and expected nightmares to greet you that same night. you shivered at the thought now, unable to fathom how someone could be so brutal.

you shook off the memory as you continued down the long hallway. the building was familiar to you and you had grown somewhat fond of the detectives and other personnel, especially the older gentleman up front who manned the reception area and doubled as a security guard. he always greeted you so warmly and offered a new joke each time you stepped foot onto the premises. you had prepared a joke for him this morning for a change, having searched through countless internet browsers the previous evening in the hopes of finding a joke he hadn’t heard. he had laughed heartily, a deep, throaty chuckle that echoed throughout the entryway. you both knew the joke was ridiculous, but it was nice to see him indulge you.

lestrade had always been kind to you as well… at least as kind as he could be. he was gruff and a bit rough around the edges, but for the most part, he made an effort and that’s what mattered most to you. the others, however, donovan and anderson, in particular, never really seemed to enjoy your company whenever you stopped by to ‘help.’ it really wasn’t much help at all, of course, as you were well aware that you weren’t the most knowledgeable of this sort of field, but it was nice to get out of your flat and experience a change of scenery.

sherlock, for some odd reason, had been more than pleasant around you, which was incredibly strange considering the rumors you had heard about him from the others: that he was cold, emotionless, machine-like, sociopathic, and generally just… off. you hadn’t encountered any of those characteristics from him, in fact, he was rather kind and often kept you close by, insisting that you never strayed too far from him. you weren’t entirely sure why, but it certainly felt nice to be wanted.

wicker basket in hand, you approached lestrade’s office, where everyone was no doubt gathered to debrief; however, before you could make your presence known, you heard whispered chattering through the crack beneath the door.

“she’s totally useless and she’s always bloody crying!” you heard someone whisper harshly, donovan, it sounded like. “she can’t even step foot into the autopsy room without shaking like a stray dog.”

another voice piped in, “honestly, greg. what’s the point in her coming ‘round every day? why the hell does sherlock drag her here? she’s always in the way and you know just as well as i that she doesn’t do anything,” anderson said.

“she’s like his pet or something, it’s repulsive. have you ever seen that lunatic even so much as tolerate being in the same room as a moron for longer than a minute? and now he’s bringing her ‘round like she’s his shadow or something.”

you did not cry all the time, you thought to yourself, though your eyes were starting to blur with the warning of tears. their comments hurt, knowing that they thought so negatively about you. you had no idea they hated you this much. they weren’t always the most welcoming bunch you’d ever come across, but still, this was pure disgust and hatred for your very being, your entire personality and presence in general. why did sherlock keep you around, you thought to yourself. truly? you couldn’t offer any assistance in crime-fighting or case-solving. so, why?

as the conversation continued, you had hoped lestrade would pipe in to come to your defense, or to at least put an end to the defamation of your character. but no, he didn’t utter a word, just chortling now and then at each new insult. that, more than anything, stung the most.

having heard enough, you left the basket of muffins at the edge of the door and walked back down the winding hallway and out the door, back to 221b baker street.

you brushed past mrs. hudson in the doorway, still managing to offer a smile and polite greeting like you usually did, and made your way up the stairs and let yourself inside sherlock’s flat.

you found that he wasn’t there—he wasn’t pacing back and forth or standing in front of the window playing his violin, nor was he concocting an experiment of any kind in the kitchen, so you assumed he was in his bedroom getting dressed. something you knew about the famous detective that nobody else had the privilege of knowing was that the man spent an absurd amount of time fixing his hair each morning. while it usually looked carelessly tousled or ruffled from the wind, it was definitely done on purpose.

you briefly recalled how you had come across him standing in front of the mirror adjusting his curls through a crack in the doorway and clapped a hand over your mouth to conceal your laughter, but he had still heard you, of course, swinging open the bathroom door and pointing a finger at you with a firm ‘speak of this to no one.’ you had mimed zipping your lips sealed and agreed that you would never tell a single soul that the famous sherlock holmes obsessed over his hair every morning.

presently, you sat yourself on the sofa as you waited for him to come out into the living room. you grabbed a nearby pillow, fingers fiddling with the loose stitching as you thought back to the conversation from earlier. their comments still stung and you wished you hadn’t taken them so personally, but how could you not? knowing that the people you more or less ‘worked with’ hated you and thought you were a mindless idiot that tagged along like a lost sheep definitely hurt.

you startle slightly when john emerges from the entryway, his approaching form having escaped your notice.

“y/n,” he greeted, breathing heavily as if he had just run over here. you noticed the tray of to-go cups in his hand, so he must have gone out for a quick coffee run. “i didn’t know you were stopping by today.”

“do you know if sherlock is here?”

“he’s been locked in his room all morning. mrs. hudson mentioned that he was having a slow start today. i got a text from him that just said ‘need coffee –SH.’ who does he think i am, his bloody butler?” the doctor huffed in irritation as he marched further inside the flat and into the messy kitchen before setting down the tray.

“c-could you get him for me?” you hated how unsteady your voice sounded. it was obvious you had been crying and it just fueled your embarrassment further.

he peered over at you, finally noticing your distressed state. “of course. yes, of course. just a moment,” he said quickly before snaking down the hallway to sherlock’s bedroom.

before he could even lift his hand to knock, you heard the door swing open and the tall form that was so characteristically sherlock briskly approach you, indicating to john that the situation was handled and that the doctor was free to depart from the flat.

“darling,” he said softly before kneeling to meet you at eye level, and that was all it took for you to burst out into full-on tears, shoulders shaking as sobs wracked your body. he tsked softly, sympathetically, “come here, my darling girl,” and pulled you forward until you were close enough for him to wrap his arms around you, running his slender fingers up and down your back in soothing, repetitive motions. “talk to me,” he whispered.

you shook your head back and forth against his shoulder, not quite ready to speak yet. tears soaked through sherlock’s suit jacket and you felt guilty for ruining the material. you started to lean back, to at least save the fabric from further damage, but sherlock placed a hand on the back of your head, keeping you steady against him.

“but your jacket—”

“i don’t care about the damn jacket, i care about you. i know i’m good, but i haven’t quite mastered mind-reading just yet,” he mused. “tell me what’s wrong, y/n.”

“this is so stupid. i’m stupid.”

“you’re not stupid.”

“of course i am, especially compared to you…”

“well, not everyone can be as smart as me.”

you pulled back and shot him a look, unimpressed.

he realized how insensitive his comment was. it certainly wasn’t his intention to offend you, not now, not ever. it was just him stating a fact, thoughtlessly listing off things he knew to be true, but it obviously wasn’t the time nor the place. “sorry,” he said with a wince, and he did sound genuinely apologetic. “why do you say that? what happened today?”

you shrugged.

“in case it’s escaped your notice, my dear,” sherlock began, “i can always tell when you’re lying or hiding something from me. so it’s best if you just come right out with it.”

sighing, you began your retelling of the day’s earlier events. “i overheard the others at the yard today and it got me thinking… i mean, they’re totally right.”

“right about what, darling?”

you fiddle with the buttons of his suit jacket, popping them in and out of their respective holes as you spoke. “why do you keep me around, sherlock? i’m completely useless and i always get in the way, and i have absolutely nothing to offer when it comes to solving your special cases.”

he brushed your hair away from your face and tilted your chin up to look at him. “you keep me sane—human. i need you in my life to maintain some sense of normalcy. i get so caught up in cases and going on the run that i forget to breathe sometimes. you help me do that.” he gently stroked your cheek. “you’re my breath of fresh air.”

“so you keep me around for… emotional support?”

he laughed lightly. “if you wish to put it that way, sure. but you are so much more than that, more than words could ever put into perspective. it’s awfully dull around here without you. plus,” he continued, “you make the best blueberry muffins i’ve ever tasted.”

you burst out into laughter, tears drying as sherlock calmed your nerves and spoke from the heart. for a man who didn’t seem to have much humanity, at least, from an outsider’s perspective, he certainly had a way with words and knew how to comfort you in just the way you needed.

“scoot over,” he told you before he plopped himself onto the sofa, tugging you onto his lap and holding you against his chest, your head resting comfortably in the crook of his neck. he gently rocked you back and forth, and the motion was so comforting, you could have wept—but you had done enough crying for one day, instead, you smiled softly at sherlock’s gentleness with you. “you’re all right, i’ve got you,” he spoke into your ear, your hair brushing against your cheek by his whispered breath. he smelled vaguely of cigarette smoke, petrichor, and cinnamon—so characteristically sherlock.

you heard a knock on the open door behind you followed by a familiar voice. “holmes,” lestrade announced, “you never came ‘round earlier. we need your help with—” but before he could finish his statement, you felt sherlock’s grip tighten around you as his head shifted back and forth against your shoulder. “not now,” he said, voice deep and rough as it vibrated in your chest where you two were connected.

“but—”

“get out.” the quiet rage in his voice left no room for argument, and quickly thereafter, you heard the fading echo of footsteps descend down the stairs.

“sherlock—” you began.

“i’m sorry for what they said about you.”

you shifted slightly in his lap. “it’s fine, i’m already over it.”

he laughed humorlessly. “darling, i know you better than anyone. you’re not over it yet, and that’s expected, hell, i encourage it. they had no right to ridicule you like that, to criticize you for who you are. i’m going to speak with them about it.” his tone changed and you practically felt his infuriation at the situation ruminating just beneath the surface. “in fact, i’ll head over there right now—" he started to stand up but you placed a firm hand on his chest, stopping any further movement.

“it’s all right, sherlock. there’s no need for you to go down there to defend my honor,” you laughed at how ridiculous the situation was becoming, already moving past the offensive words that were spoken about you earlier in the day. give it to sherlock to make you feel better, no matter how big or small the issue was. “i’m perfectly fine now, thanks to you.”

sherlock settled back down, though you could feel the tension radiating off him. “if you insist,” he acquiesced. “but just say the word, and i’ll go—”

“sherlock, really,” you said, humor lacing your tone.

“fine,” he said with a sigh before adjusting you more firmly onto his lap. “what would you like to do today? i’ve taken the day off, it’s just you and me.”

you pondered for a moment, mentally checking off activities you could do with sherlock with him completely at your mercy for one day. coming to a decision, you hopped off his lap and tugged his hand, dragging him into the kitchen. you then slipped away and rummaged through the cupboards until you came across one of mrs. hudson’s old aprons. you giggled to yourself as you approached sherlock, his lanky form standing uncomfortably in the middle of the kitchen with his arms hanging by his sides. “oh no,” he said, backing away at your outstretched hands.

“oh yes,” you replied, tackling him with the apron and tying the strings around his slim waist. “you and i are going to do some baking today. come on.”

the man groaned but secretly, he was just happy to see you smiling again. if him joining you in the kitchen, covered in flour and raw eggs, was what it took for you to cheer up after the day you’d had, then so be it. he would open up a damned bake sale with you if that’s what would make you happiest.

he watched as you pulled down ingredients and mixing bowls from the cupboards, frowning when you couldn’t find everything you needed. “you really need to go to the store more often, sherlock. this is embarrassing for you… no brown sugar? no baking powder?” you threw up your hands in exasperation. “i’ll just go see if mrs. hudson has some. you,” you said, pointing at him, “start cracking three eggs in a bowl while i’m gone.” you weaved through the living room and out onto the landing, but before descending the stairs, he heard you shout, “and make sure there are no egg shells!”

sherlock laughed into the empty kitchen as he did as you instructed, already eagerly awaiting your return so he could throw flour in your hair and eat raw cookie dough with you. you were his breath of fresh air, indeed.

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love-strawberry · 2 years

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i'm happy, isn't that great

summary : in which she's writing love songs and adopting cats with the love of her life.

pairing : harry styles x reader (past), tom holland x reader

warnings : language

author's note : here you go, part iii!!!! hope you all like it!!! <3

tagged : @0oolookitsme @qualitygiantshoepsychic @ellora-brekker

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y/n_ i love you tom, but you're an idiot <3

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tomholland2013 we have three cats now and here's how this conversation went

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anyways, meet casserole (caz for short), marshmallow and cookie and yes, marshmallow and cookie are lovers 😌

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robertdowneyjr perfect, i'll be over for dinner with susan to meet my grandchildren

y/n_ i love my babies 🦋🦋

-> tomholland2013 they love you too, im sure, they've been following you like mama cat since yesterday

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harryholland64 i'm coming over asap to meet my nephew and nieces

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harrystyles loved you once out now. hope you all like it x

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username "i loved you once and i'm still dealing with it" ouch-

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louist91 beautiful!!

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y/n_ "not good at being friends" out now!!! so so so fucking stoked to release this song, i hope you all like it!!! i would say that the inspiration behind this song is tom but i would be lying, so zendaya, the love of my life, this one is for you <3 ily

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username IM SCREAMING

username "so tired of just sitting at the opposite ends, guess we aren't just good at being friends"

username I FUCKING HOPE THAT I HAUNT YOUR DREAMS CAUSE YOU'VE BEEN TAINTING MINE SINCE LAST SUMMER ZHJFSMSJSMZKSKZO

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zendaya AKAKKSHDHSKAKDHDJS I LOVE YOU BITCH WHY TF ARE YOU WITH TOM?!

username "sunlight on your eyes and i fell in love a hundred times"

username we went from "i stayed up all night looking at moon cause of you" to "you makes my nights with you feel so right"

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tomholland2013 ouch... buT I'M SO PROUD OF YOU I LOVE IT I LOVE YOU

-> y/n_ hehe sorry and thANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU MORE

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samholland1999 so proud of sister-in-law <3

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Make a Scene

Sweet Treats AU Masterlist

The party goes into overdrive, some violence, drunkenness.

Please let me know what you think <3

🍫🍫🍫

You return to the party, skirting Steve as you search for your date. You find Bucky on the couch with Birdy still, she’s giggling at the edge of tears between sloppy slurps of wine. You’re happy to see her having a better time but you can’t help but feel uneasy. This isn’t just fun, your husband always has a reason.

Steve lingers by the windows and smirks in your direction as you keep to the other side of the room with Candy. Sam latches onto her before you can pass and he pulls her to stand between his knees as he sits one of the tall stools. She gives a tight-lipped look like ‘keep going’. Sam’s hands are already on her ass.

You keep moving to deter your personal party pooper. Muffin is by the speaker with Princess, holding her hands as she tries to convince her to dance to the 90s pop barely heard above the noisy din. You should join them, let loose but you can’t. Bucky’s not distracted, he’s laying a trap.

Muffin smiles and waves you closer. You stand beside the table where the speaker drones but assure her your feet are too sore for all that. She gives a dramatic look to your heels and pained expression. She gestures with her hands but you don’t know her meaning.

“She says you should take them off,” Darling calls over from beside Loki and he pinches her side, hissing in her ear as she retreats back into herself.

“And– and—” Birdy’s voice gets louder in her drunken rambling, overriding those conversations around her, “and I try so hard,” her words are clumsy around her tongue, “I do everything and he–”

Thor clears his throat and his forehead wrinkles as he resets his focus on whatever he was chatting about with Tony, his long finger outlining his thoughts in the air before him. Muffin giggles as Princess stumbles and Loki leans into Darling, his words shielded by the layers of sound all around.

“It’s Coco!” Your name draws you back to the woman in red, her hand on your husband’s bicep, “he just can’t stand I’m not her.”

Steve’s eyes widen as you catch his gaze again. You know he’s been watching you, he has all night. He steps forward as Birdy’s slurring diatribe smothers out all other voices.

“He calls me her when we fuck, you know? And this dress, this dress! She has the exact same one,” she laughs, a bitter, sad laugh, “don’t you, Coco Bean?”

She looks around aimlessly until she finds you. You fidget and your lips part in horror. Shut up, girl. Shut up.

Birdy pushes herself up with Bucky’s shoulder as he grins at her ass. Her dress has ridden up around her thighs, so high you can see a hint of her lacy panties. She doesn’t care as she drunkenly wobbles on her feet.

“You can never have her, Steve,” she talks with her hand in the air, “no, you know that, I know that, this whole room knows–”

Steve marches forward suddenly as Bucky snorts and stands calmly to stop him. Your husband forms a wall between the angry man and the drunken woman, placing his palm on his chest and talking quietly. He gets a shove in response and nearly staggers into Birdy.

You hurry forward but Muffin is quicker, squeaking as moves like a blur. She grabs onto Steve’s wrist as he goes for Bucky again and Birdy giggles cluelessly behind them. Chaos brews all around the couch as every set of eyes is rapt by the scene.

“Get out of the fucking way, Bucky, I’m gonna drag her–” Steve elbows away Muffin as he snarls and she cries out as you collide with her.

You catch her before she can topple but another body quickly brushes up behind you. Thor snatches Steve by the back of his collar and hauls him back. He flings him into a stool so he clatters to the floor with the piece of furniture.

“Hey, that’s expensive,” Tony calls out.

“Stark,” Thor warns as he stands over Steve, “you will never touch her again,” he snarls as his hand opens and closes, “you are fortunate I haven’t the mind to call Mjolnir.”

“Tell her to stay out of my way,” Steve huffs and pulls himself up by the trim of the bar.

Muffin wriggles away from you and scurries to grab Thor’s arm. He looks down at her and growls as she signals to him. His brow furrows. He glances back at Birdy as she stands in horror at the fight. You go to her as Bucky smirks tauntingly at Steve. That’s the trick.

“Oh joy, and I thought this night would be incredibly dull,” Loki remarks, barely fazed as he draws Darling back against him.

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #sweet treats #mcu #marvel #avengers #captain america #winter soldier

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babybridgerton · 2 years

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little women part one: the bridgertons

Summary: The Bridgerton sisters are closer than most but the trials of womanhood might just tear these little women apart.

A/N: Please let me know if you enjoy. Also feel free to imagine the Bridgertons as whoever I don't describe them or Y/N only the love interests. Speaking of love interests, I have cast Laurie Laurence as Dev Patel, again you can picture whoever.

Please note: 1) the Bridgerton boys will not be in this fic and 2) a significant portion of the dialogue is lifted from the Little Women (2019) script.

little women masterlist | next part

Eloise Bridgerton is a beautiful young woman. She knows this. She is also a very smart young woman. Unfortunately only one of those traits is useful for a young woman in society. She hopes this will help her chances in her upcoming meeting.

Striding slowly to a large wooden door, she wipes her hand on her skirt before knocking sharply.

She steps in, hoping to appear confident in front of everyone. Despite the room being full of men working, no one even looks at her. Most don’t realise she’s even there.

Eloise scans the room, searching for Mr Dashwood. When she can’t see him, she walks over to the only man actually paying attention.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for Mr Dashwood.”

The old man just stares. She smiles, a little unnerved, a little confused. He very pointedly looks at his name plate, ‘Mr Dashwood’.

Eloise whispers under her breath, “Of course you are.” She clears her throat then holds out some papers to him, “A friend of mine wanted me to hand in a story she wrote. And to ask if she can write more, if it suits.”

“Not a first attempt, I take it?” He snatches them from her, giving the words a quick scan.

“No, sir. She has sold to other papers and won prizes for her stories.”

“Prizes?”

“Yes. Sir.”

He looks her up and down with thinly veiled disdain. “Sit.”

She does so, pressing her hands firmly into her lap to cover the ink stains.

Dipping his pen in the ink pot, Mr Dashwood begins some ‘alterations’. In actuality, he’s crossing out entire paragraphs or pages. Then he slaps the paper on his desk, startling the young woman across from him.

Eloise watches with despair, all of her work being destroyed so easily by some man who apparently thinks his lavatory doesn’t smell.

Through the fog in her ears, his voice grumbles. “We’ll take it.”

“Hmm?”

“We’ll take it. With alterations.” Mr Dashwood doesn’t even wait for the ink to dry, just gathers the pages together. “It’s far too long.”

Eloise takes her work back, brows furrowed at the lines marring her loopy script, “You’ve cut so much.” She notices his ‘are-you-seriously-going-to-argue’ expression and clarifies, “I made sure some of the sinners repent.”

“People want to be amused, not preached at. Even after Lady Whistledown’s gossip column stopped, her influence means morals don’t sell nowadays.” Mr Dashwood looks down his nose at Eloise, “Perhaps mention that to your ‘friend’.”

“What compensation –”

“Twenty.”

She looks down at her work, she knows it’s worth more but she needs the money. “You can have it. Make the edits.”

He hands her the money, and she reluctantly returns the story.

Eloise stands, brushing her skirt. Mr Dashwood eyes her ink-stained fingers with mild amusement.

She meets his eye, “Should I tell my friend you’ll take another? If she had one.”

Mr Dashwood sighs, “We’ll look at it. Tell her to make it short and spicy. Oh and if the main character is a girl, make sure she’s either married or dead by the end.”

“I’m sorry?”

He ignores her, pen in hand again, “What name?”

“Oh, none at all please.”

“If that’s what ‘she’ prefers.”

“Good day, sir.”

She practically runs from the office, attracting the ire of some of the men around her. Then once she’s outside, she picks up her skirts and sprints.

A sweet little cat meets Eloise at the front door of the boarding house she lives in. The tuxedo kitten stretches and meows, so she picks him up. “You know, my Frannie would love you, Muffin.”

She makes her way to the drawing room, kissing Muffin on the head and dropping him on a seat near the crackling fire. Eloise turns her back to the fire, warming her body while she writes.

She hears loud conversation and pops her head up to see her favourite people in the world (bar her family). Philip Crane and his two young children, Oliver and Amanda are the best part of living in the city.

“Hello Miss Eloise!” The two duck in just to give her a hug before they run to their apartment.

As she watches them leave, she makes eye contact with Mr Crane, his eyes are bright with the infectious joy of his children. He steps into the room, the light of the fire highlighting his profile. Eloise has never been more jealous of her sister Y/N’s artistic ability, she wishes she could paint him just where he stands. She’ll have to settle for her writing.

“Good afternoon, Miss Bridgerton.”

“Good afternoon, Mister Crane.”

In an attempt to appear casual, she returns to her work.

He admires her for a moment then frowns, “You’re on fire.”

“Thank you.”

“No, you’re on fire.” He points to her skirt. The back of her dress has caught on fire. She puts it out quickly, face burning with humiliation.

“No, don’t worry! I have the same habit.” He shows her scorch marks on his jacket.

Eloise smiles and takes a step towards him when the matron of the house interrupts.

“Your children are waiting.” She smacks Philip’s arm softly but can’t help her delighted expression over the two connecting.

“Sorry Mr Crane, Oliver and Amanda need me.” Eloise takes the matron’s arm and heads to the door.

“Tell them I will be a little later tonight, still in time to tell them their bedtime story.”

Eloise looks over her shoulder, “Of course. Perhaps you can tell them about my sister’s adventures in Paris.”

~*~*~*~*~

Y/N Bridgerton is a beautiful young woman. She knows this. She is also a very talented artist. Although that second part has been a source of doubt in her life.

She was in an art lesson with some of the best young painters in Paris. The class had to paint a traditional scene of friends at a picnic and as Y/N looked around, she noticed something concerning. The artist next to her was exceptional. His work was bright and colourful, loose lines and flat colours. Original and unique to himself. Hers was detailed and realistic, special care taken with light and shade. An imitation rather than an innovative piece of work. The realisation that she wasn’t a future genius or some incredible prodigy terrified her.

Disheartened by the lesson, Y/N sits in the open air carriage with her aunt, basking in the cool breeze brushing her face. She holds a folded letter from home tight to her chest. If she closed her eyes she’s certain she’d feel their love seeping through her clothes. Her aunt is complaining about something or other, a hobby she enjoyed far too often.

“I tell you, the decadents have ruined Paris, if you ask me. These French women couldn’t lift a hairbrush.”

Y/N doesn’t respond.

“Y/N!” The girl in question jolts, turning to her aunt, “I said, ‘These French women couldn’t lift a hairbrush.’”

“Oh yes, ha ha. Very true Aunt Ledger.”

“Don’t humour me, girl.” Aunt Ledger keeps her tone even but when she looks at the letter in her niece’s lap, her almost unshakeable facade wavers. She hides her distress with a sneer, “What do they write, your troublemaking family?”

“Mama hasn’t written about Francesca yet, I really should go back.” Y/N opens the letter again, “They say I should stay.”

“There’s nothing for you to do if you go back. She’s sick, not lonely.” Aunt Ledger ignores Y/N’s foul glare, blabbering on, “And you shouldn’t go home until you’re engaged to Fred Vaughn.”

Y/N folds the letter again, tucking it away safely, “Yes and completed my painting lessons of course.”

Aunt Ledger waves her off, “Yes, yes of course.”

Y/N returns to people-watching, upset by the lack of proper communication from her family and her aunt’s nastiness. A tall man with curly dark hair and soft dark skin walks past, hands tucked deep into his pockets.

Y/N jumps up in her seat, tapping the driver impatiently, “STOP STOP STOP! IT’S LAURIE!” She hikes up her skirts and runs to the man crying “LAURIE!”

Laurie turns, notices a woman draped in purple running towards him, screaming his name. As she jumps into his arms, he realises it’s Y/N, that sweet girl from his childhood.

He spins her around, laughing brightly. When they separate, she grabs his hands and he squeezes hers gently, “Y/N, you’ve grown up so much! It’s wonderful to see you.”

“You wrote you’d come to the hotel!” Her brows furrow softly.

He can’t take his eyes from her, roaming her face to memorise every detail, “I looked for you, I couldn’t find you anywhere.”

“Clearly you didn’t look hard enough.”

“Maybe I just didn’t recognize you, you’ve become so beautiful.” He moves their hands to the side and steps back, nodding at her.

Y/N wrinkles her nose, “Please don’t.”

“I thought you liked that sort of thing!”

“Well I don’t.” She smiles again, “Where’s your grandfather?”

“Still in Germany.” He finally pulls his hands away to put them behind his back, “I’m on my own, traveling and having fun.”

Y/N teases him, “And drinking and gambling and flirting…”

Laurie looks so horrified that if Y/N didn’t know better, she would’ve thought he was genuinely scandalised. “Please don’t tell your mother.”

“So you’re chasing some girl around Europe?” Y/N’s expression drops, “I’m so sorry, I couldn’t believe when I heard Eloise turned you down.”

“Don’t be sorry, I’m not.” He’s lying for the moment but not that he’s seen Y/N again, it could be true.

Aunt Ledger interrupts the sweet moment, shrieking, “Y/N! Y/N BRIDGERTON! YOU GET BACK HERE NOW!”

Y/N pulls Laurie along by his hand and they run back to the carriage, “Coming Aunt Ledger!”

After he helps Y/N into her seat, Laurie kisses Aunt Ledger on the cheek, “You look marvellous as always.”

“GET OFF ME! GO, GO!” With surprising strength, the crabby old woman pushes Laurie away and smacks the driver.

The carriage pulls away but Y/N kneels on her seat to call out to her friend, “Come to the New Year’s Party! It’ll be so much fun - everyone will be there, including Fred!” She’s about to turn away when she remembers, “Pick me up at the hotel at eight! And dress for festivities! Top hats and silks!”

“I will, I’ll wear my best silk!” He smiles and waves her off.

She grins and sits back down, ignoring her aunt’s ranting.

Laurie stays there a little longer, admiring the woman he reunited with. He walks away with a load lifted from his chest.

Y/N can’t help but take one last look at him before he’s gone again. He was still just as handsome as ever and she knows. She will never stop loving him.

~*~*~*~*~

Daphne Basset (née Bridgerton) is a beautiful young woman. She knows this. She is also a very tired new mother. Despite her intense love for her children, she cannot help but envy those who have not faced the same struggles she has.

Daphne watches her ‘friend’ Cressida Berbrooke wander around the shop, luxurious silks draped over the blonde’s arms. A small part of her wishes she could do the same, unworried about the cost of her purchase.

Cressida is the type of young lady who has never wanted for anything, everything has been given to her. So when she looks over at her ‘dearest’ friend, who eyes a soft green silk, her heart bleeds. “Daphne, that colour would do wonders for your skin tone, and I know the perfect dressmaker to help you.”

Daphne drops the silk and whips around to Cressida, “No, no, no I couldn’t possibly. Simon needs a new coat and the twins need new clothes.”

Cressida’s tone is spiteful, having been spoiled her whole life, she enjoys embarrassing her ‘friends’. “And you need a new dress.”

Daphne tries to hide her expression, aware of what Cressida’s doing,

“I can’t.”

“But he’ll be so pleased with how you look that he’ll forget all about the expense.” The blonde giggles.

Silk wasn’t that expensive, was it? “I suppose it’s not too much of an extravagance.”

The sales clerk seizes his opportunity, “Will twenty yards do?”

Daphne nods, “Yes, thank you.”

Her heart is warm with delight as she leaves with Cressida. When she gets home, the full force of guilt hits her. “What was I thinking?”

Her daughters play in the garden as she enters, dropping the large amount of silk on the dining table. She sits down on the porch, her regret almost overwhelming.

The twins run towards her, “Mummy!” They hug her tightly and she tucks her face into their shoulders to hide her tears. When they run off again, she’s thankful for the weight they lift. Even if it’s just for the moment.

~*~*~*~*~

Francesca Bridgerton is a beautiful young woman. She knows this. She also knows that she’s living on borrowed time. Her body is slowly giving up on her, for all her and her mother’s best efforts.

Frannie has always loved playing the pianoforte. It was something her family bonded over, and every time she plays now, those memories come flooding back.

Her favourite song to play was an old lullaby her mother and sisters used to sing. Their voices blend with the piano melody in her head.

Her hand suddenly seizes, pain searing into her bones. She brings the hand to her chest, flexing it and breathing through the pain. When she lays her hands on top of the piano, the sunlight warms them from the inside, soothing the pain ever so slightly.

Her mother’s voice calls from another room, “Frannie? Francesca!”

She can’t bring herself to respond.

~*~*~*~*~

After her lessons with Oliver and Amanda finish, Eloise has plenty of free time before the matron’s curfew. She decides to go to the theatre, a venue that once seemed too extravagant for someone like her. But the theatre she frequented allowed people who couldn’t buy tickets to stand at the back and enjoy the play.

A Midsummer Night’s Dream is playing, a play she’d always wanted to see performed. She’s enraptured, giggling at the appropriate moments, commenting on things with the man next to her.

During Helena’s soliloquy, Philip Crane looks around the theatre, watching people’s reactions to her heartfelt speech. He’s seen the play enough times that he could probably quote it by heart.

He turns in his seat, having always found the reactions of the people in the back’s reactions to be the most interesting.

There he sees Eloise Bridgerton, bright and delightful as always. She seems entranced by Helena’s performance and he can’t help the smile on his face.

When the play ends, Eloise follows Philip and his friends to a beer hall, hoping to a) get to know him better and b) finally make some friends in the city.

She’s stopped on the stairs by a young man, speaking a foreign language. He holds a hand out and gestures to the makeshift dance floor.

“I only speak English sorry!” She cries, beaming at the sweet man.

“Come dance!” He clearly learned this phrase for this situation, so she rewards his pragmatism, joining him in a jig.

The dance is free, unstructured and unchoreographed. Couples spin wildly, whirl around each other and some swap partners as they go. Eloise slowly makes her way to Philip, who gives her his hands. She dances the night away with this kind man, the joy radiating from their bodies even as they return to the boarding house. The matron locks up behind them, chuckling quietly to herself. Clearly she seems to know something they don’t.

#bridgerton x reader #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton!sister #sister!reader

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ticklepinions · 2 years

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Do You Know the Muffin Man?

A/N: I love domestic stuff. Join the boys as they do cute things :). I will return with the og chapters i swear i just have so many side ideas. This may just be my personal favourite. I hope you enjoy :)

Tagging @happyandticklish and @veryblushyswitch who helped me indirectly with their HCs. And @magic-125 for inspiring the fic after showing me their baking skills.

Word Count: ~1700

"Who puts raisins in a muffin? That's a bloody crime!" Charlie exclaimed, his face contorted with disgust.

"Have you lost your mind!? They're the best thing since sliced bread" Tao snapped back.

It was a late Friday night, the gang was currently on a video call.

"Come on Nick, back me up on this one"

Nick was resting his head on Charlie's lap being lulled to sleep by Charlie's hand softly running through his hair. He let out a sleepy mumble.

"Wow. You guys are so boring that you made Nick fall asleep" Elle chirped, rolling her eyes playfully.

"Because he's a simpleton, what would a rugby lad know about muffin making?"

"Hey- my rugby lad knows plenty about muffin making"

Tao scoffs.

"Oh puh-lease. Baking competition. We'll be in teams-"

"We, meaning you four, I'm hanging out with my nan today, byeee" with that Isaac hurriedly hung up. He knew perfectly well he was not hanging out with his nan; although he made a mental note to pay a visit to the cemetery later.

"Well that settles it, me and Elle against you and rugby boy over there"

"I don't recall agreeing to this- Besides, Tao do you even know how to make muffins" Elle said.

"Do you know the muffin man? Yeah that's what I thought"

Cue another eye roll from Elle.

"Good luck Spring, you're gonna need it, Elle come to my place in 5, bring your best muffin making attitude"

Click. The call ended and the sound of Nick's soft snoring filled Charlie's room. Now Charlie wasn't the most competitive person, but there was no way he was planning on losing.

"Nicholas"

A sleepy grumble that sounded like "5 more minutes".

Charlie rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. He decided that the best idea was to call his mom, she had to have a good muffin recipe. Even though it was a girls night for her, he was sure she wouldn't mind the interruption.

"Hi mum, this is super important"

His mom told him about the recipe and Charlie was left frantically searching for a pen and paper to write it down. A pen he managed to get without disturbing the sleeping boy in his lap. In his panic, Charlie lifted up Nick's hoodie, revealing the bare skin and began scribbling away.

"2 and a half cups of flour… 150 mils of milk…" Charlie spoke to himself, repeating the recipe.

Unfortunately the pen writing on Nick's back proved to be a slightly bad idea. Nick slowly started waking up with panicked giggles.

"Chahar- cHAHARLIE- I'm UP. I'M UP-"

"Lovely, now shh- no not you mum. Yes Nick is okay-"

Nick flipped himself over much to Charlie's dismay who was halfway through the recipe. Nick didn't know where Charlie got the strength of nine gorillas on steroids, but the nerd managed to pin Nick with his legs. He used one hand to cover Nick's mouth while the other continued writing the rest of the recipe on Nick's tummy. Nick practically screamed into Charlie's hand as he writhed beneath the boy.

"Okay thanks mum, bye-. Love you too- m'kay bye-"

Charlie swiftly got off of Nick and pulled him to the kitchen.

"So all of that happened when I was asleep"

"Yeah and you owe me because you didn't back me up"

"Well I told you I would've fallen asleep with you playing with my hair" Nick said, sheepishly scratching the back of his head.

"But that doesn't explain why you vandalised my body"

"I couldn't find a paper," Charlie quipped.

Charlie gave Nick a quick kiss and threw him an apron.

"Time to get our Martha Stewart on"

Nick chuckled. This was their first time baking together. Nick fondly watched Charlie fumble over collecting the needed utensils; even when he was mildly stressed he was cute. The way his eyebrows furrowed and how his lips moved as he quietly muttered to himself was extremely endearing.

"Lift up your hoodie for a sec I need to check the recipe"

"What's the magic word" Nick smirked.

"Please"

Nick removed his apron, and his hoodie… And the shirt underneath. Charlie audibly gasped as he gawked at his boyfriend's body.

"I figured this would be easier" Nick giggled at the blushing face looking at him.

"Shut up" Charlie playfully hit his chest, his hand stationed on the bare skin for 5 seconds too long before retracting.

"I can put my shirt back on if it's too distracting"

"Shut up Nelson" Charlie took a quick glance at his back, trailing his fingers across it as he read the ingredients.

It was about 5 minutes of mixing and pouring until they needed the second half of the recipe.

"I can barely read it! If only someone kept still while I was trying to write," Charlie teased, poking Nick's tummy for emphasis.

"Hehehey- Watch it, I could have spilled this all over you" Nick giggled, holding a bowl of flour.

"You better not get any in my hair Nick."

He really did try his hardest. Charlie's fingers just glided way to close to his belly button and it caused the lad to flinch.

"Nick!" a healthy coating of flour fell onto Charlie's hair.

Nick tried to stifle his laughter and apologize but he burst into a fit of giggles.

"I can't believe you've done this."

Nick's laughter rose as he clutched his tummy, having to set the bowl on the counter.

Charlie smiled, a playful giddiness surging through his body.

"I'm covered in flour and you're laughing?"

Nick fell to the floor, the scene before him had him in stitches. Charlie couldn't help laughing along. How could he not? Nick's laughter was contagious.

"I'll give you something to laugh about."

With that, Charlie reached into the bowl and got a fistful of flour, promptly throwing it at Nick.

"Haha hey-"

Now it was Charlie's turn to laugh. Not for long though, Nick quickly got up and chased Charlie around the kitchen island. The boys giggled as they launched flour at each other, so entranced in their chase they didn't notice Tori watching their fiasco unfold.

Nick eventually snatched Charlie by the waist, rubbing his cheek against Charlie's.

"Why are we like this?" Charlie sighed happily, resting his smooshed cheek against Nick's face.

"I've been wondering the same thing" said Tori, making her presence known. She took a casual sip from her straw before shaking her head and going back upstairs.

Nick and Charlie blushed.

"How long had she-"

"It's better not to ask… We should probably clean up," Charlie said, looking at the mess they made.

It didn't take that long with both of them helping out and the muffins were baking in the oven in no time. They sat on the couch as they waited.

Charlie was curled up against Nick, who had wrapped him in a blanket.

"You still have some flour left on you, here let me get it-" Nick gently cupped Charlie's face and kissed his lips.

Charlie's eyes widened then softly closed as he returned the kiss.

"That was very cringey Nelson"

"You love me~" Nick teased, playfully nibbling Charlie's neck.

The boy squealed, unable to pull away. Things only got worse when Nick rubbed his stubble on Charlie's neck.

"Nick, stop" Charlie whined.

"I'm just trying to love my lil stud muffin"

"Shut up" Charlie groaned.

Moments like these made Charlie regret loving Nick's rugby arms. Fortunately, he could still reach Nick's thighs and gave them several squeezes.

Nick gasped, instinctively clutching Charlie even tighter against himself. He soon roared with laughter as Charlie's deft fingers wiggled under each thigh.

Out of desperation he launched himself off of the couch, only to be straddled by Charlie.

"And this is for putting flour in my hair!"

Nick's thighs were poked and squished and squeezed. He kicked his legs wildly trying to knock Charlie off.

"Weeee~" Charlie giggled as he held tightly onto Nick's flailing legs.

"No, no, no Char please not the calves not th-AHEHEHEHEHE"

Charlie tickled Nick's calves despite his playful protests not to. He would live to regret it though as he felt Nick wrap a hand around his ankle.

The laughter subsided as both boys stared at each other apprehensively.

Nick's signature smile dawned on his face.

"Are… Are your feet ticklish?" he asked, taking deep breaths.

Charlie replied with a gentle blush and pleading eyes. Nick curiously swiped a few fingers across the socked soles, which immediately tried to retract once touched. Nick wrapped them in a headlock and started digging his fingers along both of them. Charlie fell and arched his back letting out the loudest cackle Nick ever heard.

Charlie's laugh soon became silent the closer Nick's teasing fingers got to his toes.

"Looks like I found your weak spot Char~" Nick said with a grin.

Looking back, he saw Charlie with laughing tears streaming down his face as the boy curled up in on himself. His shoulder bounced up and down, signalling he was laughing quite hard.

"Is- is this too much?"

Charlie couldn't really verbally respond but he shook his head and promptly covered his face in embarrassment. Nick cooed at the adorable reaction, using his nails to softly dig under Charlie's toes. The boy's laughter returned with sputtered snorts and begging.

"Nihihick I swear-"

"Swearing isn't nice Charles, you know better"

With a battle cry, Charlie managed to latch his fingers onto Nick's sides pinching up and down. The rugby lad had no other choice but to let go of Charlie's feet to protect himself.

The boys both fought to gain the upper hand. They found themselves staring at each other face to face. Their hands rested on each other's sides.

"Give up already," Charlie said breathlessly.

"Nuh uh you started this"

"I did not!"

"Did too!"

"Nicholas!"

"Charles!"

Bright laughter filled the house once more as the boys tickled each other's sides. Charlie's laugh was much lighter and hiccupy and Nick's laugh was more hearty with a few snorts interspersed. The boys looked at each other, both thinking about how cute the other looked. This went on for a couple minutes, the oven clock dinging them back to reality.

"Carry me" Charlie panted, flopping onto Nick's chest.

Nick picked Charlie up bridal style and sat him on the counter. Charlie knew he made muffins, but he couldn't help sneaking a peek at Nick's buns, giggling to himself.

"They smell delicious!" exclaimed Nick, as he set the muffins down to cool.

"Tao's going to flip when he loses" Charlie extended his arms, hugging Nick tightly.

"Now put your shirt back on-"

#twordpinion #tword fic #heartstopper tword content #heartstopper fic #heartstopper tword fic #heartstopper

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cody-helix02 · 1 year

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Soooo I am back with a new fic 😅 This time something OC related cause I got inspired by one of the sketches I did for my OC Muffin. You'll definitly know which one right away lol 😌 Also his real name is Elijah so don't be confused by the name change hehe other then that have fun reading 😌✌️

Disclaimer: strong language I think and obviously blood oh and also mentions of violence 👀 Also if you see spelling errors or grammar shit no you didn't😒😌 (also the gif is from pinterest)

Like Blood Upon the Snow...

Blood, dripping from his chin in tiny red specks onto the bright white snow. Flowing from his jaw over his neck, seeping into the dirty uniform jacket. Holding his breath, not moving a single muscle in his body, he looked straight into lifeless hazel eyes.

Elijah was afraid. Afraid that if he looked away for a second, took to deep of a breath or moved slightly the other would eat him alive. The other, a man with tousled ravenblack hair peekin out from underneath his helmet, pale skin with a jaw set tight and lookin a little scruff. Lieutenant Ronald Speirs from D-Company. Known to be a fearless and ruthless soldier. A killer even.

The blood, still dripping onto the snow, was not Eli's own but from the Lieutenants hand that held his chin and jaw in a firm grasp. Where the blood was from, Elijah would not dare to ask. Even tho Bastogne was a white frozen hell he wanted to stay alive.

A few seconds of deathly silence, that felt like an eternity to Elijah, passed. The metallic stench of the red liquid was slowley making him nauseous. Taking a big gulb of air he gathered his courage and slowly reached into his jacket pocket for a cloth tissue.

Speirs, even tho his eyes hadn't left Eli's own, kept track of every movement out of his peripheral vision. Carefully and with featherlight touches Elijah peeled the rough hand of of his face. The fingers slid, due to the blood, fairly easliy from his jaw.

Elijah waited a second to see if the Lieutenant would make a move. But nothing happend so he started to clean the blood of of his fingers. He worked gently, cause he didn't know if Speirs hand was injured or not.

Keeping his breathing shallow he ventured a look onto the others hand. The blood, now soaked into the tissue, did not seem to come from the back of it. Carefully, still gingerly grasping it, Elijah turned it to also clean his palm from the deep red fluid. Inspecting it, there also wasn't a wound on the inside, so the blood had to be from somewhere or rather someone else.

Soft rustling from clothes made him snap his head back up. Speirs had moved closer without Eli noticing, bracing his other hand on the tree trunk behind him. He had leaned down his head and torso, not leaving Elijah much personal space.

A slight shiver wrecked Eli's body as he now was nearly nose on nose with the, still rather emotionless lookin, Lieutenant. His heart climbing into his throat as he tried to evaluate how to get out of this predicament alive.

There wasn't anybody around and shouting for help would be embarassing. Taking a step back wasn't an option either because of the tree behind him. Speirs also bodely blocked him from nearly all sides. Elijah almost made an attempt to shove him away, when something wet and soft touched his, with blood smeared, cheek and jaw.

Deep in his panicked thoughts he hadn't noticed, again, that the other had taken the tissue, from his slightly trembling hands and was now using it to wipe away the blood. Frozen, Eli could only stare dumbfounded into the Lieutenants face. Which now looked somewhat relaxed and focused on the task.

"Are you afraid Sergeant ?" The question brought Elijah out of his frozen state. Slowly blinking he looked back into the others eyes, which were now fixed on him in a nearly amused stare.

Searching for an answer, Elijah opened his mouth but only a shuddering breath escaped him, so he closed it again. With a barely visable smirk the other put the tissue back into Eli's pocket. Just as he was about to pull his hand away Elijah whispered:" Yo..your hand...where...where did...the blood came from Sir..?" and a tinge of pink coloured the tips of his ears and cheeks.

Speirs studied his face curiously for a moment, took a step into his direction, while leaning so close that only a piece of paper could've fit between them. Elijah had no other option then to press his back against the tree. Putting his hands against the others chest, which radiated warmth even through the thick layers of his uniform.

Only a milimeter was now between their faces, breathing each others air and keeping eye contact Speirs whispered against Eli's lips:" I gouched a Krautz eyes out because he wouldn't stop staring."

The Lieutenants big hand sneaked it's way around Elijahs narrow hip and grabbed his lower back tightly through the uniform. Making him shiver once more and sending goosebumbs over his ivory skin. Not caused by the cold surrounding them Eli's cheeks turned a darker shade of red.

It took him a few seconds to register what Speirs had said because he was transfixed, watchin the slight amusement in his face. Shifting one of his hands up the mans chest, over his jaw and onto his neck, Elijah mumbeled back:" What...was he staring at...sir ?".

Instead of an answer Speirs cocked his head a little to the side. He closed the small gap between them in sealing Elijahs soft lips with his own chapped ones. Kissing him passionately. With a tiny gasp Eli dug his fingers into the others jacket and returned the kiss shyly, timidly holding the back of Speirs neck....

#band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers oc #ronald speirs #and i ooop

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bluetooththereptilethethird · 2 years

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Someone asked: Heya! I would love to request a one-shot with Joseph or Caesar from JJBA if you're alright with that! I was thinking of them either going on a first date with their new s/o (reader) and maybe something goes a bit wrong lol.

Under the balcony

Joseph Joestar x reader

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

How did this happen? Wiping your damp face, you thought to yourself, searching for an answer. Maybe you should have listened to the weather report on the radio this morning before rushing out? Maybe you could have guessed the rain coming by looking at the sky? No, no matter how much you tried, you couldn't find any, your date was ruined and you couldn't do anything about it.

Shivers ran up your spine as the water touched your body, the damp fabric of your new outfit hugging your body tightly. You had expected the date with your favorite customer to end in anything but a rainstorm. How unlucky of you, you thought to yourself. All of that time you had spent doing your hair and picking an outfit was wasted.

It was supposed to be a normal date with Joseph, your regular customer who cherished your muffins, a normal date, you two taking a walk next to the sea shore and talking to get to know each other more. It was supposed to be a nice long walk with the man you already had a crush on! But the clouds had other plans and after half an hour on cloud nine, you were pulled down on earth with the sudden rush of raindrops hitting your face. You and Joseph had rushed under a balcony and sat there in silence for the remaining of your date.

"You still look beautiful, you know." Joseph's voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You turned to him puzzled by the question, making him smirk "You've been pouting for minutes already, your look says everything!" Oh! He must have seen you try to fix your clothes and hair. You were not the one to prioritize your look but today you loved the way you looked, the outfit was something you had saved up to buy and now that it was ruined you couldn't help but sigh in disappointment.

"Hey! Don't be like that! Things like this happen! I'm glad we didn't walk too close to the sea though, it's gone wild because of the rain..." the tall man sighed at seeing you lowering your head as you clutched your bag to your chest, he didn't like to see you sad like that. Your body started trembling as your body lost its temperature, making the situation even worse for you. Could things get any worse than that? You thought, sighing loudly.

Suddenly you felt something warm on your body, noticing the weight of it you raised your head to see Joseph's jacket on you, the kind gesture making you blush slightly. You opened your mouth to protest the offering but his knowing look shushed you. "Now...where are the magical treats?" Joseph said gingerly making you giggle, he was fond of pastry like a child! You clutched the bag in your arms tighter as you pretended to turn away from him to tease the young man.

"Oooh? Where are you going huh? Give me those!" Joseph said as he slipped his hand under the jacket to take your bag, his large hand touching your arms, making you turn even redder. He pulled but you didn't let go. "You know you can't hide those from me! Come on!" He growled playfully as he tugged harder before the bag slipped out of your arms and into his.

Joseph opened the bag with a "with your permission" and pulled the box of muffins

You had baked for him that morning, making his eyes gleam in delight. Joseph was a handsome man, but the way he reacted to normal things brightened your heart, he always went out of his way to express his emotions, especially with things he enjoyed the most.

He would stuff his mouth with two muffins before offering you one, making you chuckle as he pushed the muffin in your mouth as well, making you chuckle even louder, you had become good friends before he had asked you out so the way he treated you was normal to you, a normal person would have gotten offended but you didn't mind, you liked his silly demeanor.

You two sat there and enjoyed your muffins as rain washed the street in front of you in a pleasant silence. Now that you knew Joseph didn't mind your look and your body was warm, you were not that sad. "You know, when I was younger I thought God and his angels poured rain from really huge buckets-" he stopped talking when he heard your snort as you burst into laughter at hearing that, your voice muffled by the piece of pastry in your mouth. "What?" He asked with wide eyes making you laugh even harder as he looked at you with a puzzled look.

You didn't forget your first date with Joseph, maybe the fact that he caught a bad cold after that and you took care of him helped that day to be carved in your memory, it may have turned into something unpleasant, but everything with Joseph was something else, and that was why you loved that huge goofball so much.

#reader #jojo x reader #jojo #jojo bizarre adventure #joseph joestar #joseph jojo

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bluetooththereptile · 2 years

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Heya! I would love to request a one-shot with Joseph or Caesar from JJBA if you're alright with that! I was thinking of them either going on a first date with their new s/o (reader) and maybe something goes a bit wrong lol.

Yeah sure!

Under the balcony

Joseph Joestar x reader

Joseph opened the bag with a "with your permission" and pulled the box of muffins

#blue answers #jojo #jojo bizarre adventure #joseph joestar #jojo part 2 #joseph x reader

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talesfrommedinastation · 5 months

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My redneck neighbor Doug on 'Tribe'

When not turning his home into a giant light hazard for Jesus's Birthday or getting into yelling fights in the alley with Bobby Lee (another redneck neighbor who is a DIE HARD 'Bama fan) about SEC football, Doug's been randomly texting me things about the Jedi.

I'll update y'all on that soon enough. (Plo Koon = Sexy Shrimp Daddy?!)

Meanwhile, here is his review of his favorite episode of Season 2 of The Bad Batch...TRIBE, or as Doug calls it 'Chewbacca Junior and the Weed Business'.

Yes, a random fetch quest one in which Clone Force 99 helps out a random Wookiee kid. His favorite. Don't ask.

Need a Doug refresher? Check it out under Doug Talks Star Wars here.

TW: Doug Doug's as is his Doug-like wont. Hold onto your butts. A little calmer since Daddy Warcrimes is MIA in this one.

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So we got Daddy Rambo and the gang making counterfeit licenses for underage drinkers or whatever. You gotta do what you gotta do, I guess, and Daddy Rambo will do a lot of things, but obtaining gainful employment ain’t one of them.

Ryan-from-Accounting is smug as hell about his counterfeiting operation. You’re so smart, Ryan-from-Accounting, why don’t you go to law school and start practicing corporate licensing? At least you can get equity there, ya dingaling.

And Little Orphan Blondie runs away because she’s embarrassed to be seen around them. I get it, kid.

Woah, it’s Chewbacca Junior! Are the lizard and robot people trying to sell him to the circus or something? Oh, he’s a Jedi?! When did this happen, this is awesome! I loved Chewbacca! I love Wookiees! AWESOME!!!

And Little Orphan Blondie is protecting him, go Little Orphan Blondie, go!

I hope they adopt Chewbacca Junior and get him a collar and a nice bed on the floor of the HMS Search Warrant. They need a pet. Little Orphan Blondie can brush him and put bows in his hair! Do you think he uses a litter box?

They’re taking him home, and look! Little Orphan Blondie is giving him her Lunchables. I’m proud of the Dad Batch, they’re teaching Little Orphan Blondie good morals. Oh, poor wee Chewbacca Junior, he has no family and when he talks it sounds like Jimmers when he’s treed a squirrel*.

But Ryan-from-Accounting can understand him! Ya know, I wonder if his helmet can translate Bitch and that’s how Ryan-from-Accounting talks to his Bitch Wife Laura.

It would be awesome if they adopt Chewbacca Junior and he attacks people with his lightsaber. He’s like a pet version of an MR-15! Imagine the DAMAGE his furry ass would do on the battlefield!

Ooh, they made it to Wookieeland! Ya know, it always reminded me of where Jenny and I used to camp in northern California. I wonder if there’s a brewery nearby? I bet Toaster Strudel needs to throw back, that man needs a beer and a restraining order from Daddy Rambo.

Oh SHIT, looks like the bugs from Klendathu made their way down to Wookieeland. Somebody call the Starship Troopers! Oh, wait, they can talk to those things like Dougie Houser did? Woah. Neat.

Looks like the Empire found the Wookiee weed farm and torched it. Poor Wookiees, they’re just trying to make an honest living growing herb. Leave ‘em alone!

Which planet makes meth, my money’s on Tatooine, it looks like New Mexico and that place is meth Disneyland, there was a whole TV show about it.

(Above is...Tatooine?! - Dr Meat Muffin)

Oh man it’s Houma-BBQ-Bitch’s shitty brothers and they’re burning the whole weed operation to the ground. Guess they work for the DEA.

Kick their asses, Wookiees! Now they want Chewbacca Junior, but the Dad Batch is saying FUCK YOU!

Go Dad Batch go! Fire ‘em up! Destroy the tanks! GO JULIO GO! It’s like Apocalypse Now with Bigfoot!

More Wookiees! And they’re riding giant monkey-cats! AWESOME. Man, I feel stoned just watching this episode. Why can't I stop giggling.

Granny Wookiee says come on in and have some weed! Oh, shit, are they doing ayahuasca? Toaster Strudel ain’t having it, but Julio’s down. Julio’s down for anything, he’s probably gonna stick around, use his pipe laying skills, and get some free ganga out of the deal. Man, we all need a Julio in our life. Love him.

Oh, poor Chewbacca Junior can’t find a home. Come on, Granny Wookiee, just let him crash with you guys! He can clip weed on the side, he’s got that lightsaber, let ‘em have it. But first, let’s talk to the trees! Did they take mushrooms before this scene, Jesus Christ this really does take place in Humboldt County, doesn’t it.

Ah, nevermind, the gators that run the DEA are here. With Stormtroopers. Oh shit, are the gators wearing Wookiee pelts while fighting Wookiees? That’s some Silence of the Lambs shit right there.

Welp, time for fire fights, Smokey the Bear does not approve of this episode, especially as one of the lizard men chases Chewbacca Junior and Little Orphan Blondie into the woods with a flamethrower.

Oh shit, there are the bugs! Shit, am I actually cheering on the bugs from Starship Troopers? What is going on here, I’m so confused. Whelp, they’re eating Houma-BBQ-Bitch’s brother, good for them.

Back to Granny Wookiee’s Pot Palace, where Toaster Strudel and Julio throw back her questionable moonshine and smile at each other. If they end up with Wookiee girlfriends, it will be weird, but I will be happy for them.

And Little Orphan Blondie and Chewbacca Junior are talking to the trees, again. Just watching this episode makes me wanna go back to Electric Forest. Except I don’t think Oceana County has wookiees, but it does have crazy people in the woods I guess.

*=Jimmers is Doug’s extremely handsome poodle mix dog. His full name is Jimmers Jimothy Jimerson III and they found him as a stray when he was eating trash behind a bowling alley in Nacogdoches.

Where my Doug fans at? @amalthiaph @eyecandyeoz @merkitty49 @sued134 are the biggest, but let me know if ya wanna be tagged in the next installment!

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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hey love! if you’re still taking them, i’d love to send in my ship request for a male stranger things, marvel, and Harry Potter character! (she/her), i’m a sag sun, scorpio rising,aries moon and i am an ENFJ! I around 5 feet tall, tanned with freckles, I have amber eyes a and full lips (my favorite feature on myself) and long light brown hair. I speak 4 languages! I have a major green thumb, and I have a talent for cooking and baking, and I do it often! I love sharing my creations with friends and family. I’m a very passive person, and I keep a small social circle. I work in a small french boutique and am currently in university studying geography. I love to hike, camp, and backpack and I do it often. I am a cat person, I love a good game of scrabble, I love the rain and cold weather so much, and I would love nothing more than a rainy day in, with a book and a cup of tea! thanks love!

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋

Thank you so much for participating my love! You literally sound so wonderful, I wish we were friends irl <3

What each ship has in common:

⋆ Responsible ⋆ Kind-hearted ⋆ Loyal ⋆ Admirable ⋆ Fair

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

Right off the bat I ship you with Steve Harrington dude. Like you are THE perfect girl for him. I think I ship you the most with Steve out of everyone. He would love that you're into baking/cooking but also georgraphy because he's really bad with directions

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Picking you up in his car but also going to knock at your front door. If you try to open the car door by yourself he will literally make you close it, just so he can.

・He would take you on such cute ass dates man. Like he's just been waiting for the right person to come along so he can spoil them.

・Meeting his family and feeling even more close to Steve. You didn't realise how much they aren't there for him

・Being such good friends with Robin, like literally. Sometimes Steve gets jealous and then you both tease him. And then tackle him to the ground in a group hug.

・Being the Hawkin's group designated new parent... you love 'em but whew they stress you tf out

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Sam Wilson! Captain America himself! I think his vibrant and boisterous personality would be balanced well with your mellow and peaceful one.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Meeting his family; it was nerve-wrecking the first time. But they were wonderful people, and now good friends... well, good family.

・Cooking you the BEST homemade meal you had ever had. He's literally such a good cook

・You would definitely be worried when he went on missions. You told Bucky that if anything happened to him you would lose it.

"I'll look after him y/n. Don't worry."

"Ha! Sure you will," Sam laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

・Moving in with him, and his place is literally so nice. You bring all your plants and he absolutely loves it

・Each week you bake a cake, or cookies or muffins. He's so excited the night before and does a little bake-dance

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Remus Lupin! (Joseph Quinn is my new fancast for him). He would love to sit with you, tea on the table and a book in hand. You perched between his legs, back against his chest.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Meeting at Hogwarts - you were both in the library, searching for a particular version of a charms book. He had grabbed it first, not realising you were reaching for the same one.

"Oh, I apologise. Were you looking for this?" He automatically moved to give it to you, his eyes looking into your own. You realised that they were tired.

"No no, you can have it. I'm sure there'll be another copy around here somewhere," you smiled.

"How about we share?" His kind smile a lovely sight.

・Being Remus' safe place/person. He knows he can come to you with any problem

・You found out he was a werewolf by accident. You went looking for him at night, knowing he wasn't in the common room and you hadn't seen him go up to bed.

You were worried. Frantic, you grabbed your broom and marched out of the common room. You were determined to find him.

It wasn't until you had heard the screams from the womping willow that a sick feeling had turned to oil in your stomach.

Following the horrific noises, you found the boys transforming from animal to human.

"What is going on?" You gasped, eyes flicking between the four boys' forms.

"Y/N? Y/N, What are you doing here?" Peter nearly yelled. Remus was lying on the ground, shaking. James and Sirius were draping a blanket over his naked body.

"I-I came looking for Remus. I was worried." The others turned to see you, their eyes going wide.

・They had explained everything. Because really, you did live in a magical world. Anything mysterious or weird could usually be explained by ... well ... magic.

・Tracing Remus' scars and kissing each one

・Gently moving their hair from his face

・Kissing his nose

#open #ship game #let me ship you #get shipped #match ups

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dungeonpuppykai · 11 months

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|| Cuffed <3 ||

Summary: Lee hadn't expected to find you locked in his missing handcuffs when he got home after hearing your sniffle-filled call, but he wasn't complaining.

Pairing: Sherrif!Lee Bodecker | Reader.

Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Lee Bodecker. This story contains mature content so proceed at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact.

Warning(s): Lee, handcuffs, upset reader turns horny, my random muse, dacryphilia because ✨Lee✨, age gap because ✨Lee✨, sheriff kink because ✨Lee✨ face fucking, choking, gagging.

Note: It's past midnight and I need to sleep but this fucking man and his cop shit and me and my tender heart for dark men shit. This is a drabble that I hope you enjoy! Feedback is much appreciated 🩷

MASTERLIST

Lee was panting as he burst through the doors of his house, head whipping left and right as his eyes scanned the place for the face he loved so much.

4:56pm…

"Y/n!" He called out in an alarmed manner, fast walking through the whole place in search for the girl in question. "Muffin!" Worry coated his tone as he walked into their empty bedroom, checking the attached bath before walking out as he breathed hard.

"Sugar, where are you?!"

"... Lee…" A hoarse voice called from the guest bath weakly. Some sniffles followed. "I- In here…"

The man jogged to the bathroom. "What's wrong, muffin?" He didn't notice the cause of her tears as it rested in her lap. "Hey, why are you crying? What's wrong?" Lee took her red face in his hands.

"I- I…" Y/n fought through the tears. "J- Just wanted to see how they worked…" A hiccup escaped her as she bit her lip in embarrassment.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "... Huh?"

Lowering her head in embarrassment, the girl raised her locked wrists sheepishly while her legs dangled from the closed toilet seat that she was seated on.

A heavy sigh of relief escaped him as he closed his eyes momentarily, chuckling as he looked back at her again. "Oh, sugar. All that for this? You scared me."

"They just l- locked all of a sudden and refused to o- open, Lee!" Her soft pout quivered.

Lee snickered as he stood back up to his feet, pulling her with him with the small chain between each cuff. "That's because they need a key to unlock them each time they're closed, muffin." Tapping himself for the set, he continued. "Kinda the whole point."

"I could barely do anything! Calling y- you was n- near impossible!" Y/n's complaints were adorable to his ears.

"That's exactly what they're-" he sighed in annoyance as realisation hit him. "The keys are in the cruiser."

His hand reached for the chain again, pulling her out of the bathroom with his hold on them as he innocently walked to the main door with her in tow.

"Okay, sugar. I'll be a-" it was only when he looked back did his breath knock itself short. The man's teeth pulled his bottom lip between them.

Lee only noticed it all just now.

Y/n's hair was disheveled in the most adorable way possible, his oversized shirt the only thing on her body, naked legs barely covered up to her knees by her socks with one of them pooling around her ankle. Her arms were stretched out towards him, helpless hands locked in his grasp as she sniffled and chewed on her lip.

He didn't know if it was how fuckable she looked in this moment or her vulnerable position with her teary eyes gleaming in the dull light of day that possessed him to do what he did next, but before another thought could form in his hazy mind, the Sherrif had pushed his fiancee against the wall.

"Sh- Sherrif?" It was a habit that she was yet to shake off, the name. Though she looked surprised, Lee had sensed the breathlessness in her words after he had pinned her locked wrists above her head.

A dull ache formed in his cock as he raised them to their limits, stretching her arms all the way. Y/n gulped at the darkness in his eyes, feeling the movement make its effect all the way down to her chest where her clothed breasts perked up against the fabric of the shirt, hardening nubs poking their cover.

The girl's eyes fell down to her lover's inviting lips as her heart and pussy began to thrum alike. She felt so vulnerable and exposed. So spread out.

Arousal leaked down her folds.

She was the one to close the distance between them, hiccupping into his lips as her body tried to recover from the weeping, a sniffle forcing itself out of her.

"Oh, sugar," Lee panted when they finally broke apart to breathe, foreheads resting against each others, "you naughty, naughty, fucking girl."

"Sherrif…" Her whimpers were going to be the fucking death of him. "I- I have been such a bad girl" it wasn't a lie, she was neither supposed to nor allowed to mess with his utility belt and everything that came with it.

"Ah~" one of his eyebrows shot up at the confession as he grinded their crotches together. "Then I must punish this bad little girl, huh?" She was usually a shy little thing with Lee as he was such an intimidating man with his sharp gaze and laid back attitude.

But the girl handcuffed under him right now was a whole another person.

Whole another whore.

"Yes, Sheriff~" her head tipped backwards as she moaned loudly in response to his lips and teeth latching onto her clothed nubs, sucking and licking at them till they became wet and visible. "Oh, Sheriff!"

"Down on those pretty knees, sugar. Will punish that cute face proper." Loosening his grip on her cuffed wrists, Lee let her get in the ordered position while hurriedly undoing his pants with his free hand. "Look at you, muffin. All these months of bein' together and you still surprise me everyday" still pinning her against the wall, the Sheriff tapped his leaking tip against her lips.

"Keep it there." He ordered as he set her head against the wall with the rest of her body. "Now open wide for your Sheriff so he can teach you some manners about not meddling with other people's things" the man was so worked up that he couldn't help but thrust inside her wet and warm mouth instead of letting her sink down on it like he usually did.

"Fuck" Lee moaned as Y/n's nostrils flared to aid her breathing, mouth stretching around his fat cock as spit threatened to drip down her lips. "Just like that, muffin. Hell, you look so pretty with your face stuffed full of my cock" she gagged when his short thrusts within her mouth started to move further south, the tip hitting her throat.

Her eyes watered up, already red from her crying session as she moaned, sending vibrations of pleasure up her fiance's cock. "Good girl, sugar. Such. A. Good. Fucking. Girl." The Sherrif thrusted deeper with each word, causing the welled up tears to fall as Y/n choked and coughed; adding to his pleasure. Her own hips swayed in the air, throbbing vagina desperate for stimulation.

Lee sighed in contentment, watching her eyes for any degree of discomfort. "How you doing down there, bubba?" She gasped for air when he pulled out till only his tip was separating her lips. Y/n simply nodded a couple times. "Yeah? Okay?"

"Goot" she mumbled through his cock, trying to move her head to keep up with his cock though she knew she wasn't allowed to move it from the wall with the way he had pressed it there.

He snickered as his free hand that wasn't occupied with holding her cuffed wrists above her head raked through her hair before grabbing himself a careful bunch of it.

"Good, yeah?" The man only thrusted inside again after she had nodded, grunting and groaning as he fucked her face sore and teary.

Y/n was dripping by the time he was done using her throat, her pussy on fire as she swallowed whatever she was allowed in her mouth, moaning and thanking him for the rest that he shot over her face.

"There. All punished and pretty."

"Sh- Sheriff" the girl almost whined after she had caught her breath, glaring at him through her lashes crossly. "What a- about me?" Lee was surprised. These handcuffs really had flipped a switch.

His usually shy and innocent little girl had turned into this naughty and demanding slut all in a few hours.

"Who said we were done, sugar?" The Sheriff spoke before he led his little deviant into their bedroom by her helpless wrists.

She was definitely his favorite arrest.

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Can I make a request for Norman Osborn x f!reader (placed in NWH) where he gets jealous of the fact that she spends time with Peter and she has to reassure him she only wants him? (Like he feels he’s too old for her)

You can absolutely make a request @druigswh0ree! Here you go and I hope it's what you wanted.

Norman Osborn x Female Reader

AN: Slight AU from Spiderman: No Way Home and spoilers. Reader is in her mid to late twenties and Norman is in his mid-forties.

May Parker had been kind enough to let you and Norman stay with her and Peter while Doctor Strange tried to undo the spell that had somehow backfired and brought you, Norman, Otto, Max, Curt, and Flint into this dimension. Otto, Max, Curt, and Flint were staying at the Sanctum.

You poked your head into Peter's room to see Peter staring at his laptop screen that had only had the title of the essay he was supposed to write for college, “This essay sucks,” he groaned, “I have no idea what to write.”

“Been there,” you chuckled as you sat down on his bed, “what’s the essay about?”

“It’s one of those “About Me” essays.” Peter explained and this time, you groaned.

“Those things are hard. At the planning stage, you feel like you have a ton of ideas and then prepare to write and the words just fall out of your brain.”

Peter picked up a pen and twirled it between his fingers, “Exactly! We need to write about a time that we overcame great adversity and I’ve got nothing! I can’t exactly write about the challenges I’ve overcome as Spiderman, can I?”

You frowned thoughtfully, “Maybe you can.”

At Peter’s disbelieving look, you elaborated, “Obviously not recounting the challenges you’ve overcome word for word but maybe talk about what you’ve learned from being Spiderman. Like how to work as part of a team and ask for help” you leaned over and plucked the pen from his fingers only to point it at him, “which you still need to work on because MJ and Ned caught you trying to sneak out of your bedroom window last night in your Spiderman suit.”

“It’s my job though,” Peter pouted, spinning around on his chair to face you, and attempting to steal his pen back, “I am Spiderman.”

Neither of you heard the door creak open and close again as Peter began laughing while he tried to snatch his pen back.

“Gimme my pen back!” Peter cried and you relented. He snatched the pen from your hand with a delighted yell.

It was quiet for a few moments before Peter spoke again, “Thanks. I think I’ve got it now.”

You smiled and stood up, “Little tip, jot down your ideas as you get them and if you can’t think of a word as you’re typing, put something like a hyphen or full stops where you want the word to go and then come back to that space when you remember the word.”

“Yep, got it!” Peter spun around and began typing fast.

As you walked into the small kitchen, you noticed a muffin cooling on the counter and muffin trays in the sink, and as you moved closer, you realised that the muffin was your favourite flavour. There was only one person who knew how much you loved that flavour and you smiled as you went to search for him with the muffin in your hand.

You did find Norman sometime later with a glass of alcohol sitting on the ledge and the man himself had his head in his hands with his back to you.

“Norman?”

His head flew up at your voice and he twisted around to see you. There was a steely glint in his eyes that you were unused to seeing directed at you.

“I just wanted-”

“To thank me for the muffin?” Norman laughed hollowly, “Should I make one for Parker seeing as you two are so close?”

“Norman-”

“Or perhaps should I make one for the sorcerer, Strange? You two are closer in age than we are.”

You put the muffin down on the ledge next to the glass and took a deep breath, “Why would I look elsewhere for love when the man I love is right in front of me? Doctor Strange and I have next to nothing in common. I find the man too arrogant and haughty. Regarding Peter, he’s like a little brother to me and I’m trying to teach him that it’s okay to ask for help when he needs it. He’s so determined and ready to throw himself in the deep end when he doesn’t have to.”

Norman didn’t respond and you sighed.

“I’ll leave you to it then.” You said as you gestured at the muffin and glass and you left.

“Has Norman always felt this way? Does he think that I’ll just discard him if someone else catches my eye?”

Your thoughts made you sniff in derision even as your eyes welled with tears, “Like that would ever happen. Has he forgotten that Harry was the one who set us up together because he was the first to realise that the feelings were mutual?”

There was a thud that came from Peter’s room and you groaned as you realised what it was.

“SPIDERMAN, YOU’D BETTER GET BACK TO YOUR ROOM! NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO BE SNEAKING OUT OF WINDOWS!”

Then you heard Norman’s voice, “Take the night off Spiderman. You’ve earnt the rest and there are other people who can protect the city tonight.”

Peter’s voice came out in a timid whimper, “As a totally unbiased individual, I know for a fact that you don’t have to worry about-”

“Spiderman.” Norman’s voice had a note of warning in it.

“Got it. I’m going.”

You heard the window thud again.

Figuring that it would be nice if you did the dishes for May, especially since your partner had created most of them, you moved over to the sink and started filling the sink up. Norman joined you a few moments later. When the dishes were done, he hugged you to him tightly and when you both pulled back, you could see the sorrow and the softness in his eyes.

He pulled you into a hug again, “I’m sorry. Both for the things I said and for doubting how much you love me.” He murmured into your hair.

*Extended ending*

“Thanks for your help with the essay, (Name) and Mr. Osborn. I ended up writing about how people’s expectations for me..”

“And Spiderman.” Norman interjected.

“And Spiderman, but I didn’t say that I was Spiderman especially after what happened last time when I was revealed to be Spiderman. Luckily when the spell backfired, it erased the knowledge of me being Spiderman from everyone but the people who knew about me before Mysterio’s reveal. Anyway, I wrote about how I felt I was being pulled into two different directions and it was only by learning to work as part of a team that I could unite these two halves of me. My professor loved it and praised me for having the courage to ask for help.”

“It is important to ask for help.” You said as Norman held your hand firmly.

“Which is why you both should thank Spiderman for his help in resolving the tension between you two.”

“Peter!” You and Norman called out as he dashed to his room, laughing.

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