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paperultra · 6 months

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eye to eye.

Pairing: OPLA!Monkey D. Luffy x Reader Word Count: 781 words Warnings: None

He’s been staring for five minutes now.

Five minutes and thirty-three seconds, to be exact. Twenty-seven more seconds and it’ll be six minutes, and you don’t know if you can handle six minutes of him looking at you; everyone on this ship has fallen prey to those big brown eyes, and you are certainly no exception – how many times have you scraped off the last portion of your meal onto his plate, or let him trail after you and chatter away while you did inventory, or sat on the figurehead with him despite your fear of heights because of those eyes? The answer is more than once, and you know you’d do it again in a heartbeat as you finally look up from your newspaper.

“You need anything, Luffy?”

“Nope,” he says.

He continues to stare at you, that achingly wide, sunny grin on his face. You blink. He does too.

“Are you sure?”

“Yep.”

“... Well,” you say slowly, more befuddled as the seconds tick by – surely, it’s now been over six minutes – “do you want something?”

(There is always a ninety-two percent chance that Luffy wants something, concrete or not. Seventy percent of the time it is concrete, and the thing he wants is food.)

Luffy shakes his head. He props his elbows onto his knees and rests his chin in his hands, and you swear you see his eyes sparkle underneath the tattered brim of his straw hat.

“I just like looking at your face,” he chirps.

The force of those few words is enough to stop your heart in your chest. It stutters in place, then starts again, jumping with glee.

“H-Huh?”

“I like looking at your face,” he repeats as if you didn’t hear it the first time.

You lick your lips, grappling for something to say in response to such a strange answer. “It’s … it’s not much to look at,” you finally say, curling up out of habit. “There’re better faces out there.”

“But I want to look at yours.” Luffy jabs a finger towards you. You shrink back a bit, cheeks beginning to warm. “And there’s lots to look at, like your nose and eyes and stuff.”

You wonder if you should take that as a compliment. But Luffy doesn't do compliments; he only does the truth, and maybe that makes what he’s said infinitely more valuable.

"Thanks for noticing," you reply, awkward but fond. He nods happily, and you find yourself adding, "I like looking at your face too."

It's not a lie, nor an attempt to return the favor. You do like looking at Luffy's face. You like the wild, coal-black curls framing it, the perpetually goofy smile, the scar, the eyes that turn into dark honey in the sunlight. The eyes that look back at you and promise freedom and joy and everything good the world has to offer.

"You do?" He sounds very pleased and scoots closer. "That's great! We can look at each other."

"Won't that get boring after a while?"

"If it does, we can go and eat something."

You snort, face now very hot as you move to sit cross-legged. "You're funny, Luffy."

And so you look at Luffy, and Luffy looks at you, knees touching and the room still with a few rare seconds of contemplative silence. A few seconds, because that is all you can take before you dissolve into giggles, half flustered and half entertained. (This is how you often are around him nowadays.)

It isn't long before Luffy joins you, and the two of you end up lying on the floor, cackling until you're out of breath.

"Ahhh! That was fun," Luffy gasps once he can speak coherently again. "Now let's get something to eat!"

"You're bored already?" you ask in between gulps of air.

"No, but I'm hungry." With a grunt, he rolls back and catapults himself onto his feet, then picks you up and sets you down to stand before tugging on your arm. "Let's ask Sanji to make us a snack."

You nod, and soon enough, the floor of the Going Merry thrums with the sound of two scruffy pairs of shoes running over it, laughter bouncing off the walls as Luffy's hand grips yours. It's the same way he holds your heart, tightly but kindly. You squeeze back.

Three words balance on the tip of your tongue. You swallow them.

One day, you think. One day, he will look at you like he did today, and you will tell him how much a person like him means to a person like you.

But right now, you're going to ask Sanji to make you and Luffy something to eat.

#opla #one piece #luffy x reader #monkey d. luffy x reader #monkey d. luffy #luffy #opla luffy #one piece live action #opla fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #reader insert #this could also be read as platonic tbh #i think all of luffy's friends are platonically in love w him a lil bit :))#finally wrote a fic for our favorite captain of the straw hats !!! he's such a silly guy lol i love him

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romanoffsbish · 1 year

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❤️‍🩹 & 💕(soft/tender) please with Natasha

Winging It

Natasha x R (no pronouns used)

Prompts

Warnings: Suggestive end comment.

Natasha had a plan, she always did, but you've taught her to live in the moment; to never worry about things like the weather because rain was a beautiful thing, something worth dancing in.

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So today Natasha decided to forgo her plans to propose to you in Time Square on New Years Eve. It made no sense the longer she stared at your face, an expression of total contentment on your face that brings a goofy smile to hers. To wait another six months would only prolong the inevitable she reasons. Because if you said no she wouldn’t be opposed to adult napping you.

"Hey Y/N," Natasha called out, you had been lying with your head on her stomach, body slotted between her spread legs on your couch, so you rolled over and peered up at her, chin digging into her exposed skin where her shirt had been before having ridden up. "Yes Natty?"

Somehow that only made her soften more, which she initially thought impossible since she'd already felt like a puddle. But that tired smile you wore illuminated by the blue hues from the TV had her swooning. You were perfect in every sense of the word, Natasha would be an idiot not to tie you down, and fortunately for her she had a remarkable IQ.

The attention of your friends was brought to your conjoined bodies, all present anticipating something big, Yelena even shushed her lover with a mouthful of popcorn so she could hear.

Neither of you paid them any mind though.

Even if the movie was Nat's pick tonight, and it was a day to spend with all your loved ones after the six months your love was gone on an undercover mission that broke you both.

None of that mattered anymore as the two of you stayed engaged in a tense stare down.

Natasha's neutral expression bloomed into a wide grin, she reached a hand down to trace her thumb over your cheek before releasing a nervous breath, "Vykhodi za menya."

Yelena gasped, and popcorn tumbled to the floor as she jumped slightly. Natasha watched realization then paint your features, and she wanted to both strangle and thank her sister.

You crawled up her body, initially you hovered but her hand on your lower back pressed you into her, she wanted to feel you close, and you wanted to know if the electricity rolling down your spine understood the Russian you didn't.

You stuttered softly, "I-in English please."

"Marry me?" Natasha breathed with a nervous smile, tears caught in the corners of her eyes, waiting to for you to decide their fate. "Yes."

The tears ran down her temple, her cheeks rosy as they lifted, showing off her perfect smile.

"Yeah?" You nodded, and she shocked you all when she suddenly squealed, and effortlessly flipped your bodies around. Her lips peppered the entirety of your face, you giggled and the entire room tried to stifle their sniffling.

Wanda was sneakily recording the moment, fortunately Natasha's thoughts were loud enough that she could manage this. Kate was staring at Yelena with hope in her eyes, and the blonde was too busy crying over the official title as sister that comes with tonight.

Natasha's lips eventually pressed to yours, for awhile the two of you just laid there with your lovesick smiles resting against one other. The immense joy you felt in the moment too much to lose to lust. Until her tongue trailed over her own lips to moisturize them, you whimpered as her saliva grazed over your lips, and suddenly your fiancé was starving for more of you.

"Okay," Yelena cut the moment short, "We are still here, and this only creates nightmares."

Natasha glared at her sister when you pulled away, but when you giggled she lost the anger.

"Sorry Lena, I got lost in the moment," you sheepishly admit, your gaze fell to Natasha's face again and she wore a smug smile that you understood as, 'Just you wait kotenok...' The wink she threw right after a confirmation.

Natasha sat you both up, silent until she got you comfortable between her legs again. Then she turned to her sister with a smirk. "I'm not, this is my house and I can do as I please with my fiancé." Her grip on your shoulder tightened as she said the exciting new title.

"Natty, play nice." You slapped her thigh, and she responded by yanking you up without warning, your head now rested on her pillow as she swiftly flipped you both on your sides. Her arm draped over your waist and she sighed. "Fine, I'll play nice," she conceded aloud, then she whispered in your ear, "Until they leave that is, then I'm thinking I'll play dirty."

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archangeldyke-all · 2 months

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Coming to your blog to relax and calm down bc I got some shit going on and it's starting to irritate me. If/when you've got the time for it, and if you're comfortable, it'd be really nice to see sev and reader helpindheal each other's inner children, could be modern or in universe if you want.

Love you, love you, kisses if you want them, I feel like fucking crying right now

my poor baby mars. ily so much baby i hope this helps you feel better <3

men and minors dni

sevika's the only person you can be your truest self in front of. it goes both ways

sometimes it's anger: you coming home exhausted and pissed off and spending thirty minutes ranting to sevika about your idiot boss.

sometimes it's sadness: sevika burying her face in your chest and holding onto your body like her life depends on it as she cries.

sometimes it's joy: both of you giggling and dancing around each other as you laugh and joke.

but the specialist of all, to you at least, is when you and sevika can be like kids together.

you've never been with someone you can be so goofy with. someone you feel so safe around, someone you feel so seen with.

it comes out in a lot of ways.

sevika gets sleepy around you so easily. you asked her about it once, why she's always slumping to sleep on your shoulder or in your arms, and she just smiled shyly and shrugged. "just feel safe around you." she mumbled. you tripped over your own breath and pulled her into after hearing that.

you guys play together (video games or board games or just hand games) and get so competitive about it. sevika gets this giddy glint in her eye when she's winning, cackling and jumping in her victory. if you're winning, sevika will do any and everything she can to beat you. wrestling you to the ground or blocking your view of the tv screen or tickling you or stealing your paper money-- she's half motivated by her need to win, half motivated by the giggles and screams she gets out of you.

as corny as it is, you guys aren't just girlfriends, you're best friends. sevika knows you so well, and you know her so well, that you're both so in tune with each other that half of the time you don't even need to talk to communicate. you have a series of specific hand gestures and facial expressions you've created throughout your relationship that work like a secret little language between the two of you.

you both revert to love-sick middle schoolers after a while together. sometimes you'll find little crumpled up pieces of paper in your pockets or tucked away in the book you're reading-- all of them little love notes from sevika. in exchange, you're always doodling your initials right next to one another, a big heart around them.

you guys make friendship bracelets together, and once sevika gets the hang of it, she's making you a new bracelet about once a month. if she ever catches you without one of her bracelets on (all of them stitched with a little S) she'll pout until you put one on. she refuses to take off the bracelets you make her, even if it means she'll have a forearm full of handmade bracelets.

sevika loves doing your hobbies with you, or having you do hers with her. she loves sitting next to you as you read and working on her laptop, or vice versa. she loves napping in your lap while you play video games, or having you sit in the kitchen while she cooks up snacks.

but her favorite thing to do is have you teach her, or being able to teach you.

she finds out you can't change a tire on your own, the next thing you know she's got you out on the pavement, showing you how to do it. or sevika admits to you that she's never played minecraft before, so of course you make her download it and start a game with her.

one time you told her you couldn't cook. she dressed you up in her favorite apron and walked you through each and every step of making dinner that night. it was sweet and romantic and cute-- and then she threw a handful of flour at your face and it became an all out food war in your kitchen. by the time you were done, you were both out of breath, abs aching from laughing so much, and covered in various sauces and powders and crumbs.

one of your favorite ways to spend time together as a couple is taking and edible and building a blanket fort, then spending the day cuddling inside, watching cartoons and eating junk food and goofing off with one another.

one night as you're falling asleep, sevika jolts awake next to you. you blink your eyes open and look over at her.

"babe?" you ask. she hums, settling back down against you.

"jus' a nightmare."

"you okay?"

"all good. got my girl here with me, i'll be okay." she mumbles. you laugh.

"love you baby."

"love you too. i feel like... i dunno. i feel like a kid around you, y'know?" she asks, yawning as she nuzzles against you. your heart melts and you press a kiss to her head.

"i know." you say nodding. "happiest kid in the world."

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#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika

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tomsparkyr · 2 years

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𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

summary: after a match, mason has to be interviewed as per usual. this one a little more exciting as the woman behind the camera is his girlfriend.

masterlist

mason mount x fem!reader

I LOVE THIS CONCEPT !! ps sorry i deleted it

writing this while pretending that loss didn’t happen,, fucking hell roll on west ham😅

warnings: fluff, there’s literally none, oh my bad writing

word count: 1K+

please don’t steal any of my work, thank you !

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𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 won their first match after a sour spat of defeats at the beginning of the season. The team was buzzing, the fans were wild, the stadium was loud as ever as the Liverpool fans poured out the premises as soon as they could.

Mason had carried the team, scoring two goals and gaining an assist with the third for Sterling. To say you were proud was an understatement. You watched him celebrate with the fans at Stamford Bridge, a home win for his belt of pride.

You could have stood their and stared at him all day like that. His wide smile and laugh you could practically hear from here, the crinkles around his eyes showing just how much joy he was in in that moment; leaving you content as you couldn’t wait for his big bear hug you would receive the second you were in private.

Your relationship with Mason was far from public, absolutely. Imagine the scandals if rowdy football fans found out that Mason Mount, Chelsea’s Starboy, was secretly living with his longterm girlfriend, who— might I add— is the voice you overhear on every Premier League match, before and after. The one holding the microphone to your favourite player spilling positives and negatives, after commenting on their performance for the previous 90 minutes.

People would jump straight to conclusions, assuming Mason was sleeping with you just to earn the positives from the press. Or if you making out with Chelsea’s heartthrob just to earn this job. It was a relationship written for the headlines. Hence, why you kept it so quiet for the current year long relationship.

A hand on your shoulder brought your attention off of Mason, turning around and seeing one of your fellow colleagues signalling that it was time for the interviews.

Now it wasn’t like you got unprofessional during these interviews, never to put it lightly. But yet again, have you ever had to interview your boyfriend who was probably the most annoying person to keep a secret? The man would crack a smile at anything and those wide eyes could be read by borderline everyone at home watching this on TV, not knowing the guy personally.

This was far from your first time interviewing Mason. But seeing his giddy run over to the platform and goofy smile on his face as he watched you set up the microphone for him, you knew you’d be in trouble this time.

You both straightened your posture as the voice of the cameraman was heard behind you, “And we’re rolling!”

You both looked at each other for a moment before starting, his smile widened and cheeks turned a blush rosey. You felt your skin get hot under his gaze, even though you’ve done this hundreds of times, Mason always had that effect on you.

You cleared your throat, “Hello, Mr Mount.” Mason snorted at the nickname and ducked his head down to laugh momentarily, realising he was on national television and had been called that name multiple times by tens of other people.

You closed your eyes and shook your head to restrain yourself from giggling along with him. “Congratulations on your two goals and assist.” You nodded at him adorning a smile, letting him know that you truly meant that comment.

He looked to the side to hide his growing grin and responded with a remark to your previous comment, “Thank you, Ma’am.”

“That’s—“ You cut yourself off with a small giggle that erupted from nowhere and coughed slightly to cover up your mistake, face turning red as you saw Mason pull his features together to stop himself from bursting out laughing. It wasn’t all that funny in reality, but when you’re in the moment, it seems like the funniest thing in the world.

Mason’s lips were pressed together tightly to stop laughter before it began, nodding at you to continue what you had started saying before you interpreted yourself.

“That’s alright, Mr Mount.” There was the nickname again, you paused to breathe before continuing. “How do you feel after a win so important like this? Liverpool are a tough team to beat, correct?”

Mason looked up at you with a grin, dimples prominent and hair messy on the top of his head. “Yeah, it was a tough game, great team and we just got lucky I guess. You know, when your missus is in the crowd, you gotta impress her somehow.” He winked, hinting at you but leaving the audience oblivious.

You blushed profusely, itching your neck to calm your nerves, the only man to make you feel this way watching you. “Lucky woman, huh?”

“The best.” He tilted his head, responding. His gaze was fixated on you, thinking you were the most beautiful person the ever grace the earth, wondering if he was lucky enough one day to call you Mrs Mount, ironically.

A hand on his shoulder shook him from his thought, looking up a meeting eyes with his Head Coach, Graham Potter.

“I’ll take it from here, Mason.” He nodded with wide eyes, initiating that if he answered one more question, the entirety of people watching on their TV screens right now would 100% figure out the relationship between the two of you, no one looks at someone that way if they’re only gonna spend the next minute and a half with them; more like the rest of their life.

Mason nodded at his Manager, smiling at you before he left. The cameras cut not long after you interview Potter, the man welcoming and open to answering your non-pestering questions.

As you were packing up your things, Graham tapped you on the back and said “You know you could just make out with Mason on camera and it would be just as obvious to what the Hell I just watched.” Chucking and slipping out the room as if it was nothing, leaving you stunned as it seemed that everyone was already aware of your relationship with Mason behind the camera.

this was SO BAD IM SO SORRY

#mason mount fluff #mason mount smut #mason mount x reader #mason mount #mason mount angst #mason mount imagine #mason mount fanfic #mason mount x you #mason mount masterlist #mason mount x footballer!reader

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imajinxnation · 5 days

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Ted asking the reader out on a date and they r both super shy

Babe In The Records

Ted Logan x FEM!Reader

SUMMARY // You work at the record shop in the Sam Dimas mall and Ted finally finds the courage to ask you out..

TW // Fluff, Short and Sweet..

ALL GIFS FROM PINTEREST

I agree with Ted.. ya'll are the most bodacious babes ever!!

Oh God.. there you were, just going through and organizing the records and tapes, and all Ted could do was stare.. He swore you were a goddess. Ted had met you when you were cleaning in the record store and he had bumped into you, quite literally.

The first time you met, Ted was literally running into the store, desperate to get a hold on the last Van Halen record before someone else did. Needless to say, he had mistook you for a buyer as you reached for the record and tackled you to the ground to reach it before you.. You were not impressed. You quickly explained to him that you were just moving it and that you worked at the record store. He felt pretty stupid after you told him that, bought the Van Halen record and quickly got out before he embarrassed himself more in front of you.

Ever since that first meeting, he's been wanting so desperately to make it up to you, and has tried to ask you out multiple times, but each time, he chickens out at the last moment.

But not today, oh no! Today is the day that he's gonna do it! (Though he tells himself this every time and never does..)

"Hey, dude! How's it hangin'!?" Ted asks cheerfully, bounding up to you like a golden retriever puppy.

You jump slightly, not expecting anyone to talk to you. You look up and see Ted, a big goofy smile on his adorably handsome face. You sigh and smile back. His cheerful self always made your day so much better..

"Today's been slow, but that's better than totally packed, I guess," you reply with a small smile, a tint of a blush running across your face, "but what about you, Ted? How're you?"

"Better now that I'm in the presence of a totally bodacious babe," Ted grins, but dies on the inside. Why did he say that's, she's gonna think he's weird, everyone does!

You laugh and blush, bashfully looking down, suddenly interested in the sneakers on your feet and smiling stupidly.

"Aww.. that's sweet Ted, but you don't have to butter me up, you know I have a soft spot for you. So, what do you need?" You ask, placing a hand on your hip, waiting for a request from him.

"W-would you like to, uh.." Ted trails off, blushing wildly, looking everywhere but at you. He shuffles a bit and takes a deep breath before speaking again.

"Would you wanna go and get a cheese pretzel with me some time..?" Ted asks shyly, his cheeks a bright red in embarrassment.

A huge smile forms on your lips, and you nod, excitement rushing through your body, your brain and heart both screaming at you to say something.

"Yeah! Yes, I'd love to Ted!" You bounce on the balls of your feet happily.

Ted's eyes light up at your response and does the biggest air guitar gesture of his entire life, so happy that you didn't reject him.

After he stops doing air guitar, he takes your hands in his, squeezing them lightly.

"Okay! Next time you're free, we'll go and get a cheese pretzel together, and we could chill at my house after and listen to some wicked tunes, yeah?" Ted says all in one breath, the doofy smile on his face never ceasing.

"That sounds awesome, Ted. I'm free on Saturday, okay?" You laugh at his enthusiasm. Not to make fun of him, but in pure unadulterated joy.

"Excellent! Meet me back here at the mall and we'll have the most excellent time, Babe!" He gives you a quick, sweet kiss on the cheek before running off back home to plan more for your totally wicked date.

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secondaxispoint · 1 year

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can u do joel x male reader where the reader gifts joel a new guitar maybe after his broke maybe during his bday like how his daughter gave him the watch :)

Pairing: Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Warnings: None!

Content: Fluff

I know this one is a bit short but I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for the request!!💙

His Gift

Joel was pissed. He had told you almost immediately. The head of his guitar had snapped completely off. You watched as he moped around town for a solid week before you had found it. There was an almost completely untouched abandoned house about a mile off the beaten path. Not only did you find a box of medical supplies, you also found a Taylor 600-SPEC acoustic guitar in pristine condition. Although it was missing a few strings and was horribly out of tune, it was intact.

Now all you had to do was make it back to Jackson without scuffing it and put it back together without Joel noticing. The ride back was easy as you had already cleared the path on the way there. Now you had to get back to your place, find Joel’s old broken guitar, restring the new one, and tune it all without Joel noticing. Piece of cake. Right?

You had found his old guitar, sitting sadly in the corner of Joel’s bedroom. You knew he really loved that guitar so you handled it gingerly despite it already being broken. You slowly and carefully take the strings from the instrument. You left the guitar where you found it and moved on to the new one. The strings put up a bit of a fight but you finally got the guitar restrung. Now all that was left to do was tune it.

You started with the 6th string and put it in standard tuning. Once you were satisfied with the sound you heard someone, probably Joel, walk in. You set the guitar down quietly and walked out of the bedroom to greet him. He had sat himself down on the couch. He looked up at you and you noticed how tired he truly looked. You sat down next to him and scooted close. He leaned his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes.

“Hey Joel.”

He hums in response.

“I found something pretty cool on patrol.”

He lifts his head and looks at you, confused.

“What’d you find?”

He asked.

“You remember your old guitar?”

You saw Joel’s eyes light up as he jumps to his feet.

“You're not sayin what I think you're sayin, are you?”

You got up and walked to the closed bedroom. You retrieved the new guitar and walked back out to Joel. As soon as the instrument comes into his line of sight he starts running towards you, the guitar gets plucked from your hands. You watch as Joel inspects the guitar with joy. He plucks a few strings and moves to sit down on the couch again but stops. He puts the guitar down and walks back over to you. He has a big goofy smile on his face.

“Thank you darlin”

Joel grabs your hands and leans in closer. He gently presses his lips against yours. You can feel his beard against your face, a welcome bristle against your chin. He pulls back and peppers your face in small kisses. You laugh while he pulls you back to the sofa. He picks the guitar back up and starts playing softly. The tune he plays is familiar but the name only comes to you once he starts singing. His baritone voice reverberates in the small space.

Talkin’ away

I don’t know what

I’m to say I’ll say it anyway

Today’s another day to find you

Shyin’ away

I’ll be comin’ for your love, okay

Joel looks up at you, adoration clear on his face. He stopped playing and let the last chord ring out. He leaned closer once again, a hand on your jaw. His eyes filled with love, he kissed you once again. It was slow and affectionate. Your cheeks flush and the hair on the back of your neck stands up. You felt Joel pour himself into the kiss. Devotion and tenderness wrapped itself around your heart. The man in front of you had completely taken over your mind. And you couldn’t be happier.

#joel miller x male reader #joel miller x reader #joel x reader #joel miller #x male reader #male reader insert #male reader #pedro pascal #ellie the last of us #the last of us #tlou show #tlou hbo #tlou series #bella ramsey

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dragon-chica · 1 year

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Kent the Siren - Fluff Alphabet Part 1

Fandom: Wednesday

Fluff! Some fluff! been doing a lot of smut lately. This pretty boy definitely needs some more love, how is he so slept on??

I haven't read the few Kent fics I've found yet, which means I'm going into this blindly. Something I usually hate doing, so I hope you guys enjoy my characterization.

Safe – What makes them feel safe and comfortable around you?: Kent's pretty comfortable in any setting, but if he does feel a little iffy or nervous (like when the teacher's handing out grades) he automatically reaches to hold your hand, just twining his hand with yours and everything is good again.

For the physical aspect of safety, he feels pretty good about himself. He's got some muscle, he likes wrapping his arms around you and using his body to 'protect you from the wind' likes to think he's intimidating.

But his ego did take a hit when he first got netted then knocked out by a severed hand in the same day. But you were there when Divina went back and fished him out of the lake, and made sure to kiss him better.

Dance – Do they like to dance with you? How good of a dancer are they?: He loves to dance. He's pretty good too, and it's all fun and goofy moves. He will practice tiktok and fortnite dances until he has them memorized, killer Moonwalk. He definitely tries to get you to join him, you don't have to be good! Just have fun! and he's so excited that you just might try.

If not though, it's okay to just watch, film him too if you don't mind! Honestly he's used to others making fun of his dancing, other sirens often begging him to stop. But he's good at not taking it to heart and enjoying himself.

He's good at more traditional dances too if you'd like to dance with him. Says it's a Siren thing, he hums along beautifully and will even sing to you while you step on his feet.

Excitement – How do they act when they’re excited? What excites them?: Kent is not a person of subtle gestures, when he's excited it is full-body joy. His face lights up with a bright smile that makes his eyes shine, he will do a little jump and fist pump and loves picking you up and spinning you around, his excitement is infectious!

Anything from beating someone's score, a good grade, or deciding to get pizza. Kent is pretty chill and happy, and also like a golden retriever. If you're excited about something? so is he! he's so happy for you it's made his day! If you have a big accomplishment or win something he will cheer the loudest, unashamed.

#Kent x reader #Kent imagine #Kent the siren x reader #Kent the siren imagine #Kent the siren #Wednesday x reader #Wednesday imagine #my stuff

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5cookiekitty · 1 year

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*『Meeting of a lifetime』

Yandere portgas d ace × gentle reader

Summary: or the one where a resident fire user heart is taken by a woman with the gentlest persona. It's a tragedy when her love is her undoing.

Tw: yandere behavior

Author note: yes I turned the headcanons into a fic , your welcome. Some things may different but that's okay.

Ace couldn't help but stare at your form. The way you weaved through the hoards of people with that same gentle smile that always made his hear flutter.

He was in love with you and every thought about you set him on fire until he was buring , burning , burning , gone. His love for you hurts , it'd Hurst so much that he can't hold you in his arms or even kiss you on your cheek cause you weret his.

He knows he doesn't deserve someone like you. You got the best , you deserved the best that the world could give you. But couldn't he be selfish just this once. Is ot so bad to be that best thing you deserved. To feel how hot your love would for him or to see how perfect you would fit in his arms. He knows he shouldn't want this , it's not healthy and your not a object but just being near you is making it hard.

He then sets his resolve for the next time he meets you. He's a pirate and he'll do anything to obtain the treasure his blood so desired. "Goodbye ace." Your voice manged to cut through the air and towards his ear and his gives a little wave back as his smiled. He couldn't wait untill you were entirely his.

•~•○•~•

Your sisters stood around your shaking and sobbing form crumbled on the floor. The news paper that you had just gotten done readings tossed off to the side like a piece of trash. Your wailing was breaking their hearts more than what they already were.

Ace was such a prominent figure in the bar it wasn't long untill everyone who was calling you big sis was calling him big brother. They loved ace with all his goofy and charming ways and they way he brought joy anytime he came. They all loved ace , just not in the way you did.

"Onee-san." A teenage girl mumbled quietly behind you as she sat on her hands and knees right by your form to wrap a arm around your shoulders and pull you to her side. "I'm sure he'll be fine , ace is strong." She said and your eyes glanced towards the paper from where your head was still wrapped in your arms. "I know that but whitebeard is-" another sob rocks your body and every flinched at the unusual sound coming from your usually gentle voice.

One of the younger girls stepped out from behind an older girls skirt with determined eyes. "I know you love him Ms.l/-" your head snaped up causing the girl holding you to jump up with a small yelp. "I don't love ace He's just kind and has a nice smile and he's supper good looking and strong and he's...my..friend." everyone in the room winced at the realization on your voice as you trailed off into a quote whisper.

"Oh." You quietly voiced as you stared blankly ahead with tears streaming down your face. You were in love with ace , his charm had wormed its way into your heart and set it ablaze. You were in love with ace , you were in love with a man you would never see again.

With hat thought anointed sob ripped its way through your body. This one sounding just like the heartbreak you felt.

•~•○•~•

Ace laughed made its way across the deck. Cheers , drinking , and dancing were seen and heard across the waters as the whitebeard celebrated his promotion to second division captain. His laughter morphed into a smirk as thatch swung his arms across his shoulder , tipsy and smelling of booze as he crashed his face right onto his shoulder. "So second division commander what's on your mind , you seemed to be in thought lately." Ace smiled melancholy.

He thought about alot of things these days. How the whitebeards were just as much his family as luffy and those kids back on the isalnd were.or that he finally understood he could allow himself to be happy and have happiness. Or about the next meal that would fill his bottomless stomach or even the weather for the day.

But his thoughts were mostly consumed of thoughts about you. The one thing his body crazed to touched , the person his eyes desperately wanted to see and the voice his ears wanted to hear. He thought about alot of things , but none of them brought him pain like when he thought about you.

And while ace desperately at these times wanted to scream , shout , or cry in frustration and want he held back. He held back so long it hurt but for the first time in months he lets his thoughst wonder back to thoughts about you. Finally he felt safe and vulnerable enough to ask the one question that plagued his mind for months.

"I want to visit <Island name>." Thatch was at first confused by the answer he received. Why would some Island be cauing his little brother this much dilemma? Maybe the island people wronged them and he wanted revenge , they would of had gladly backed him up if they did.

But his thoughts were proven wrong not a second later when every spade pirates within the vicinity started loosing their God damn minds. Their reaction combined with ace answer brought a silence to the deck as the confused and downright worried whitebeards watched as the spade pirates laughed and teased their captain.

"AYOO i was wondering how long you were going to last!"

"Just couldn't wait could ya!"

"I was just thinking about them! Seems like I'm not the only one!"

"Poor things , probably thinkd your dead.."

"That just add to their love story! A once thought dead ma-OUCH!"

The whitebeards watched on in various stages on confusion as ace whacked one of the spades in his heads before the incoherent screaming started. Thatch leaned over to mask deuce with the question that plagued everyone's mind. "Whats that about." He asked and mask deuce gave a chuckle that spoked of found memories.

"A girl lives on that island." He said and thatch cocked his head to the side as marco joined his side. "One that managed to take the captains heart." He finished. Marco and thatch froze in place as it finally clicked in their heads.

'Ace had a lover waiting for him.' They thought and mask deuce apparently had thr ability to read minds and his swayed his hand in the air as if to dismissed their thoughts. "Don't go thinking that now or whatever. They weren't love birds just yet."

"Yet?" Thatch questioned and mask nodded as his stared down at the beer bottle in his hands. "Yes , yet. Ace was planning on confessing after he got rid of whitebeard , but as you can see..." he jesters in the direction of where Ace was and side eyed them. "I now Ace and I know that being away from her has hurt him more than whatever whitebeard could do to him." Mask stood up and stretched as he looked back at the now serious face commanders.

"If you don't take him to her he won't last. Ace loves that girl with all his heart and it breaking in two. If he asked he's in trouble. Take him to her." And with that he turned around but not without one last question being thrown his way.

"What is she like?" Mask turned around and smiled in a way that spoke of the mysterious girl personality.

"Like butterfly kisses on your skin."

There was a certain buzz on the ship after that night. A lingering want and curiosity buzzed around the halls and decks like bees to a flower. Ace hasn't been seen nor heard of since he was told they were going to the island. "LAND SPOTTED!" Someone shouted and everyone on the three boats clambered respectively on their docks to watch the island come into view. Not a second later did ace appear right at the railings , practically about to fall off into the water with how much he was leaning over.

Marco glanced at him , noticing the way he seemed to bounced in place and grip the the edge of thr boat almost as if the stop himself from jumping over and swimming there his ownself. They docked , right in front of a small port littered with boxes and old nets. There were multiple people there , each looking on with uncertain fear as they docked.

They were all able to witness how , the moment ace leaned over the railing and smiled , did the shout of happiness and joy srround the dock. Ace without a second thought jumped from the ships with the sound of worried shout behind him. The moment his feet touched the dock was his immediately surrounded by relieved and happy people who were sprouting questions and things at him like bullets.

The whitebeards watched on , leaving the boat more safely than ace did , with wonder and curiosity. Ace who had taken months to even say a word to them was letting these people hug , touched , and shower him in trinkets and gifts all the while he smiled and let them. And then kids of all ages and sizes came running down the docks with shout of "big bro ace." Echoing it nearly gave all them whiplash from how fast they were able to twist their head around in shock.

They watched as ace let the kids climb him like a jungle gym. They watched as he smiled as he passed a kid of the an adult who gave his head a rub. And they watched the moment hushed over the dock as a tiny faint voice cuts through the air.

"Ace?" That tiny voice held so much hopefulness and so much awe thatch couldn't believe his eyes when a woman , a tiny thing clambered in cloths and kids alike as she stepped across onto the dock. Those kind e/c lit up , like she was dying and only ace was the cure. The kids hurriedly made off the woman as she was running full force at the fire user. They tense , imminently on edge but as they took glances at ace they knew...

This was the woman.

As soon as she could she threw her arms around the man who had stolen her heart and held on like he was going to dissappear from her sights once more. Ace was fast to wrap his arms around her and burry his face into her head.

With after months apart , she was here and he felt whole again.

"Oh would you look at that." Thatch said watching the familiar gleam in ace eyes take shape the longer he held the woman and he smiled. Cause he recognized that glint , it was one passed to brothers and old and one that promised protection and undoubtedly mine. He glanced over at msrco and they both nodded.

What better reward to their little brother promotion than his soon to be lover. And besides she seemed like such a sweetheart.

•~•○•~•

That night was filled with laughter, joy ,and happy tears all around. Pirates and civilians mingled as beer (and juice for the kids) were passed all around. Everyone watched on fondly at the two long at last reunited young adults. Ace has been glued to y/n side since the hug , always having some sort of touch on her rather it be his thigh touching hers or a hand on her knee.

"All right kids it time for bed." Y/n stood in front of the group of kids who all imminently groaned out in protest. "Ah ah-i don't want to hear it. Your all growing children who need sleep and rest." Ace who had his arms wrapped around her waist and head on her shoulder nodded his head in agreement.

"It's about time we all take our leave to."one of the towns people said walking over. "It's late and we all still have jobs that need to be done in thr morning. We'll catch you tomorrow yeah?" The woman nodded as parents grabbed at the kids all voicing their goodbyes as they did so.

Y/n yawned and giggled a little when ace held onto her tighter. "You won't leave tomorrow without saying goodbye?" She questioned and ace stunned her around so quickly she yelped as he took her hands in his. "Of course not." Y/n furrowed her eyebrows in worry as ace tilted his head in confusion. "Y/n?"

"You scared me you know..." it was said barely above a whisper as she glanced off to the side. "Really badly. I thought that you were gone forever and I will never see you again." She said and aces heart clenched in guilt but also anticipation. Did she feel the same he felt when he wasn't able to be by her side? Was her thoughts also filled with him ever second of every day? Did this mean she felt the same way. Ace would of had smiled if it wasn't for the look she was giving him.

"Your reckless and a idiot but you can be cause your strong." Her words were wobbled in fear as she recalled how she almost lost him. "Ace you need to be more careful. There is always a bigger fish in the sea and one of these days your going to get eaten. You need to rember that there are people who worry for you, I worry for you , and I don't think my heart can take it if you truly got hurt. I know this sound selfish you of this bu-"

"I don't think it sounds selfish." He was quick to interrupt her. He lets go of her handsome stuff his hands in his pockets and looks down at the ground as as stood there. "It sounds very human cause that what we're are at the end of the day. Human." He was quick to take her cheek in his hand as he smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry for worrying you. I didn't mean to give you a scare , I'll try not to go up against anymore big bad pirates without help ok?" He held out a pinky for her to take from his other hand as she laughed , sliding her pinkie into his. He rested his forehead against hers , wanting nothing more than to just kiss her right then and there but he held back if only for her sake. "I promise." He said and they pulled apart.

She started to walk away but not before turning around and planting a kiss on his cheek as she ran off. Ace reached up to the spot where he lips grazed and he smiled , never noticing and uncaring of how deranged he looked in that moment. 'Her lips are softer than what I imagined.'

He just fell in love with her all over again.

"Marco..." Thatch voice expectantly said as he perched on the side of the the phoenix in the tree. "If that wasn't enough proof than his expression is. Look at him." Marco rolled his eyes the joking tone at the last sentence as he stretched his legs before plopping down on the soft grass floor with Thatch following. "Yeah yeah whatever." He looked over at his little brother as he shouted out.

"Ace! let's get this over with before the morning yoi!"

•~•○•~•

Your head was pounding as you open your eyes. You were quick to sit up when you heard the startled sound of multiple woman who when you looked over were nurses. They were quick to shimmer out the room and you winced wondering where in the hell were you.

And then not a moment to soon ace was walking through the door and you calmed down if only a little bit. "Ace?" You questioned noticing how nervous he looked. "Whats going on ,where am I , wh-" He rushed to you side to once more hold your hands in his like he did last(?) night. Only this one felt more meaningful , like the calm before the storm , as he looked eyes with your and held that stare.

"Y/n I love you." He said it so suddenly that it took you a moment to register what he said. "Wh-" He squeezed you hand still holding that stare that you now realized was filled with love and want. "I've love you for a while now and I just couldn't take not telling you. I understand if you don't feel that same but I needed to tell you." And your face gained that look he always adored on you. One held with such fondness and love it made his heart pound.

"Oh Ace..." you manged to get out through tears and suddenly he was panicking and was quickly waving his hands around frantically. "AHH don't cry! I'm sorry if I've made you-AHH!" His shout of terror and worry made you cry more as you were quick to ressure him. "Their happy tears ace." He calmed down as he lets his arms fall limply to the side , letting them hand there as he looked on hopefully and longingly. "Does that mean..." he had his arms around you the moment you nodded your pretty little head.

Ace was practically burning with happiness as he held you in his arms. You fitted so well and he never felt so warm-so complete before and he never wanted to let that feeling go. If he could hold you like this for the rest of his life he would...but ace wasn't stupid and he knew what was to come to the moment you looked towards the door.

"I've got to tell the kids. They'll be so happy-" you cut yourself as you looked back at the man as he sat there blankly staring through you. "Ace?" You said softly and all he did was mumbled and looked down at his hands. "I'm sorry." Was his simple response , blood draining from your face when you heard the sound of waves coming from outside. "I'm so sorry. I didn't do it , I promise , but then marco said it was to much of a opportunity to be missed and I couldn't help my self." If you could get paler you would.

"Ace what do you mean." You hoped it was a misunderstanding. You desperately hoped he didn't do-they didn't do what you think they did. But that guilty look in those sweet Grey eyes told all the story thye needed to. "Your not leaving me again y/n. Ever." You rushed out the door and towards the railing hoping to see your home isalnd somewhere , anywhere.

It was no where to be seen.

You break down in tears right then and there. The sense of betrayal strong , but not strong enough to fight off ace arms as he gathered you up snd walked you towards what you could assume was his room. You pounded on his chest in anger and screeched at him for doing this you. You hated him at this moment and you wished to hate him for the rest of your life , but you couldn't. Cause no matter what ace did he was still your ace. The very same ace who sat yall gently on the bed and let you cry your heart out in his arms all the while he gazed sorrowful down at you.

He watched as you tired yourself out and he watched as you felt asleep , tear striken face pulled into a pinched as his fingers rubbed your back. "I know you hate me and I know what I did was wrong." He talked to himself as he gazed out the window from his room and into the seas gaze. "But you'll forgive eme eventually ,I know you will." He kissed your forhead as he leaned back into the bed and brought you down to his chest with his arms still wrapped around you.

"I love you y/n."

#yandere #yandere portgas ace #yandere ace x reader #yandere portgas d ace x reader #yandere one piece #portgas d ace #bitter sweet

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tokillamockingbird427 · 7 months

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random thought cause, why not:

i like to think logan & hesh pull out their phones/tablets to record anything just for the fuck of it. doesn’t matter if its on a mission or anything, they are pulling out any electronics they have on them just to record. fight? expect to see 2 phones up or a phone and a tablet up in the air. people arguing? same process. the only difference whenever logan and hesh are doing this is hesh is jumping up and down excitedly or has a face of pure joy(smiling or lightly giggling, this really depends on the how big the situation is) while logans stone faced.

since logan & hesh are probably the only gen z’s in the team besides the main 7(5) (everyones a fucking millennial…), i feel like whenever they do this they get shocked ass stares or laughter by the rest of the ghosts. do they record with shame? hell no, if anything its with no hesitation and so casually you need to do double turn to process what you’re witnessing. whenever they do this you can tell the difference between whos a millennial and whos gen z, especially since if you include rorke & elias, the oldest member is 53.

(the blackmail they probably have has to be INSANE.)

bonus:

hesh snatching logans tablet from where ever the man has it on him to record something cause 1) his phones dead or 2) he forgot it somewhere.

(logans using his own phone(if he has one besides his tablet) or hesh’s phone that hesh hasn’t realized he has cause logan put it in a different case that he stole.)

(i also forgot to give credits to a reddit story that inspired my last ask(i was rereading it for the 10th time and thought i gave credits, sigh.), but i will say that reddit story was sad though :( (i cant find it sadly). also, i decided that i will write the mama walker ask ! not sure when exactly cause well, yea…but i know its gonna be long as hell. (looking about like…7k-11k words or more if i dont get writers block or plan it out well.))

—🎧anon

Oh pleaseeeeee, this is hilarious. You seen that clip from the new Mortal Kombat where it pans over a lot of the characters and Johnny Cage is just filming whatever the hell they're staring at? It's that. And it's glorious.

Logan and Hesh realize the Ghosts think it's funny so they start pretending to record random ass things so the ghosties will get confused and come over to ask what's up. Logan and Hesh take the bit one step further by "recording" random ghosties to see how they react.

Merrick does the "Celebrity vs paparazzi" hand thing, Keegan will freeze up and look like a spooked deer, Kick will just start "posing sexy" (It's not sexy), so on and so forth with goofy variations for all of them.

The Johnny Cage behavior in question Via Brian Rocha on tiktok

Fun fact: In Ghost Stories (Ghosts opening mission) you can see people recording the rods as they're falling on San Diego.

#call of duty #call of duty ghosts #logan walker #hesh walker #task force stalker aka the ghosts #beloved anon #🎧 anon

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citruslullabies · 14 days

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So this is my first time writing for Cubby, and since neither characters speak there is no dialogue!

Trigger warnings: none

Romantic/platonic?: platonic

Requested by: nope! Another gift, this time for @abugcalledtoken

Category: fluffffff

Ship (romantic or platonic): Cubby x Cuddles (both OCS)

Word count: 479

Build a Bear

The factory had been in dismay since the hour of joy, cold and lonely with every creature inside having to start a new life.

A miniature Bobby Bearhug critter limped as she walked through the abandoned hallways, weakly trying to find somewhere to stay and hide. It had been a week since she had been separated from the girl she swore to protect and always be there for, and it hurt. Cotton fell out with every single step but she was so desperate to find somewhere to put herself to rest.

However, she hadn't noticed a pair of bright eyes staring at her from a distance. But the moment that another small Bearhug jumped In front of her, she was startled and growled at the seemingly in good condition toy. This bear… she looked like she was still in the old Playcare, still having pretty red fur and seamless stitches to hold her together. A small but shiny red heart dangling on her throat, and a big goofy smile decorating her face.

Cubby, despite her injuries got into a fighting position, slowly backing away but ready to pounce and defend herself. But the other bear, Cuddles, seemed to have different plans in mind. She very slowly approached Cubby, sniffing her and smelling a faint lavender on her from when she was attacked. With a big happy smile, Cuddles tried to pull the other bear into a big bearhug.

…

But was very quickly greeted with a weak swat to the face, which caught her by surprise but she didn't let that ruin her mood. Why was her friend being so weird?? They both were followers of the same god, weren't they? Well, no. Cuddles was a follower, and Cubby was a heretic. A friendship that was bound to be in ruins if there would even be one at all, but Cuddles wasn't aware of this. Her friend smelled weird sure but still smelled of that familiar lavender. Yet the faded pink bear's nose wrinkled at the smell of strong lavender, the scent practically pooling off of the other as if she was Catnap’s pet.

Cuddles got into what looked like a fighting position, but was instead her trying to play. Her tail wiggling in delight as it seemed like the strange bear in front of her wanted to play too, even if she really didn't. The small critter wiggled a bit before pouncing! Catching her new friend by surprise, leading to growls and roars erupting on either side. One being playful, and the other being serious.

It was only when the red bear sunk her little teeth into Cubby’s shoulder that she actually got hurt, driving Cubby’s adrenaline to the max as she flung the bear off of her back leading to a harsh impact before bolting away. Leaving poor Cuddles confused.

Not all bears were built the same.

Sorry if it's not very good!!

This lovely person, @abugcalledtoken , made me art of Cubby and Cuddles together and I couldn't resist!!

#poppy playtime #smiling critters #poppys playtime #poppy playtime oc #mini smiling critters #featuring: cubby #featuring: cuddles #the babies ahhhh

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sainz-leclerc · 2 years

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Reader and Carlos having their first child be born, during summer break obvs, cute dad!Carlos ,

But also only drivers and close family knowing, (and maybe drivers reactions)

❤️❤️

Aw , that's so sweet.

The two of you were blessed with a beautiful baby boy during the summer break. You decided to call him Santiago , Santi for short.

He had the same big brown eyes as his father but the smile was all yours. Santi was a pretty relaxed baby , not making much of a fuss.

Your families were thrilled to meet baby Sainz. Your and Carlos's mother were constantly playing and rocking him while Carlos Sr. and your dad were already talking about the little's baby karting career.

Right now you were sleeping peacefully in Carlos's arms when you heard some fussing from Santiago. He didn't cry that much , just got cranky when something annoyed him.

Getting out of your husbands embrace , you made your way over to the nursery. Entering and walking over to the crib , your little baby boy was staring up at you with those big eyes and a goofy smile on his small lips.

''Hi baby'' you picked him up and rocked him a bit in your arms before pulling back to look at him ''Let's go say hi to papi yeah ?''

Walking back in the room , Carlos was laying down on his stomach with his eyes closed but you knew he was awake. Sitting down on the bed , you placed Santiago between the two of you.

Turning his small head towards his father , the little boy immediately started babbling and hitting Carlos's nose with his small hands.

Smiling , the spaniard opened his eyes and rolled onto his back. Slightly sitting up , he pulled his baby onto his lap and pulled you close to his chest.

''Good Morning Santi'' the man cooed at his little baby before turning towards you and kissing your forehead. ''Morning mami'' he spoked in a hushed voice

''Morning papi'' you teased , making Carlos smirk. Both of you turned your attention towards Santiago , smiling at the little bundle of joy. Stretching , you got out of the bed and entered the bathroom ''Amor , go ahead and change Santi. I'm gonna go hop in the shower before the other arrive.'' you called out.

Some of the drivers were visiting the two of you in Mallorca to meet little baby Sainz.

''Yes ma'am'' your husband mocked saluted before standing up with Santiago. Before exiting the bedroom , he stopped in front of the bathroom and pointed at you ''Look Santi , that's your mami. Isn't she pretty ?''

Blushing , you closed the bathroom door and jumping into the shower.

---

''Hey little dude'' Lando spoke to Santiago who was currently in Luisa's hands. They arrived first , excited to meet the baby.

Bringing in a big gift bag , he pointed it out to Santi. ''Look what uncle Lando and aunt Luisa got you''

Out of the bag , he pulled a baby sized orange McLaren. It even had a custom license plate with the #455 Santiago , a combination between his and Carlos's number.

Santiago made big eyes at the bright car , his little hands doing grabby hands. Luisa placed him down in the car , all four of you smiling at the little boy.

''Adorable Lando , truly adorable'' a french accent spoke from the front door. Turning towards the voice , you saw Charles and Charlotte standing there.

From behind him , Charles pulled out another big bag ''But he'll enjoy this one even more'' and then got out another kid size car. This one was a flaming red Ferrari. The license plate on this one said #Sainz55.

Santiago squealed in excitement and once again made grabby hands, this time at you to put him into the red car.

''Oh come on'' Lando whined , making everyone laugh.

Santiago sure was a loved baby

#sainz leclerc fluffy thursday #cs55 #carlos sainz jr

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second-axis-point · 1 year

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Pairing: Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Warnings: None!

Content: Fluff

I know this one is a bit short but I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for the request!!💙

His Gift

“Hey Joel.”

He hums in response.

“I found something pretty cool on patrol.”

He lifts his head and looks at you, confused.

“What’d you find?”

He asked.

“You remember your old guitar?”

You saw Joel’s eyes light up as he jumps to his feet.

“You're not sayin what I think you're sayin, are you?”

“Thank you darlin”

Talkin’ away

I don’t know what

I’m to say I’ll say it anyway

Today’s another day to find you

Shyin’ away

I’ll be comin’ for your love, okay

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x male reader #joel miller x you #i love joel miller #x male reader #x reader #male reader #reader insert #male reader insert #tlou #tlou hbo #tlou series #tlou show #i love pedro pascal

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ratskcoreddie · 10 months

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Can you do like dad eddie since it’s Father’s Day and maybe like him having such a Goofy little baby girl like maybe they have a fun day together?

yes of course! i've been thinking about this all day actually. this concept has been rattling around in my brain, very loudly. here's some singledad!eddie with his little girl at her first concert.

it was 1993. the crowd rumbled as the opening number started. to say eddie was excited would be an understatement. he was bouncing up and down on his heels and shouting at the top of his lungs. the way he was reacting was fitting as this was his first time seeing DIO ever, and they opened with 'stand up and shout'. hearing the guitars rift on stage with the bright lights was so intoxicating.

eddie was careful in the crowd, making sure to stay away from the men that were moshing a little to hard and shoving into each other in good fun as the tempo carried their movements, as if the drummer was guiding them to move all crazy and brash himself. eddie remembered when he could do that. honestly he missed it.

but now he was making new memories. the little girl on his shoulders kicked her legs to the beat on his chest as he held her thighs tightly to make sure she was on tight. she couldn't see from the ground and he had to be sure she would remember these moments. she was only four but he had read in some parenting book that kids develop their first memories at the ripe age of three. he was sure she would remember something as big as this.

he couldn't tell but the lights from the stage dazzled in her eyes. they were glued to the stage as ronnie james dio himself sung the same lyrics she would hear her daddy sing when he made her breakfast. it was loud but the bright yellow headphones she had on her ears protected her from any hearing damage. her dad.. not so much.

after many many songs and an encore eddie pulled his bundle of joy down from his neck and to rest on his hip. he pulled her headphones off as the sound of the crowd went from a loud rumble to just a busy chatter. "you like that, sweetheart?" she smiled at him and laughed as he nuzzled his cheek into hers with adoration. "you play guitar just like them!" she unknowingly complimented him. eddie chuckled. "yeah? you think so?"

eddie walked both of them towards the merch table, needing to add a new band tee to his ever growing collection, his daughter was squirming in his grasp. eddie timidly put her down so she could walk herself, not without him grabbing her hand almost painfully tightly so he wouldn't lose her in the crowd. she giggled and waved at all the people she passed. all of them looking like different variations of her own father. she looked up to him and pulled the hem of his battle vest. the same one he wore during his high school years. "are these all your friends?" eddie smiled and shook his head at her. "something like that, sure thing kiddo". he tussled her straight hair into a mess with his palm.

after a long walk they had finally made it out of the stadium, though the crowd had dissipated he still held her close as she stomped her feet in a tempo of a song stuck in her head from hearing it live. eddie smiled watching her, now dressed in a new tshirt that was his size. over her clothes and so big that it looked like a dress.

eddie was convinced he would have to pry it off of her when they got home, telling her it wasn't appropriate for her to wear to preschool because of the large devil named 'murray' on the front. she had gotten a lot of complements from her dad's "friends" as they were leaving the venue along side them. they had been shouting that she looked like a rockstar herself. her eyes would light up as she blushed and jumped up and down.

when they finally reached the van and eddie packed her into the backseat she looked up at him as he helped her with her seatbelt. "can we go back soon, daddy?"

eddie smiled, "you bet your ass we can, sweetheart".

thank you so much for sending me this!! i hope you love it as much as i do! a lot of this was actually sitting in my drafts but thats not important happy father's day!

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Happy ramble from me: I'm a crash bandicoot fan of many years! Around when I was 5 years old my dad would play the original games with me before I went to bed. He would also play his guitar for me and I would jump around on the bed and dance. As I grew up we kept playing it sometimes. My dad also taught me to appreciate how brilliant the music is in the game and the charm of the visuals. I used to pretend to be crash and run around and jump and climb things in my backyard haha. And I've loved it so deeply ever since now that I'm an adult. It makes me think about the warm and cozy parts of life. The original games are really precious to me and I even think they contributed to some of my personality. I love adventure and I love exploring the world!! I love temples... I love forests... I feel like a relative to crash bandicoot lol. I'm goofy and toony too...we'd get on well. I love islands and the beach...and even in the 3rd game crash rides a motorcycle and I love motorcycles...I'm a BIG daredevil adventure type guy and that's definitely what crash himself is all about. I would be delighted to hear more of your own crash bandicoot rambles anytime. I also never thought about N.Gins design in the way you've explained until now. I never noticed that it reflects a a big missile impact of trauma and different sides to himself and I can now see it very clearly. I also have had trauma in my life as I got older and I'm trying to heal from a different side of myself that is deeply deeply hurt. So yeah I'm connecting to what you said very strongly. Lots of love <3 I hope you enjoyed hearing my joy for the games

I can't understate how beautiful that is, you may as well be truly related to crash bandicoot. I enjoy your warmer and nostalgic perspective on it! My dad also introduced me to crash as a little kid and played with me, specifically crash bash, and I'd look at the other games on YouTube and treat him as my OC !! I used to want to make a cartoon called Crash and Yoshi... I'm pleased to hear the atmosphere of those games also left an impression on you, besides the charm of it being based on old toons, the limitations of the PlayStation + the unique Vertex animation + lushness around the hallway type of level design + music all culminates in a surreal little world that shows you just enough of itself that your brain can latch on and go so crazy imagining the rest. I didn't grow up with the original three games but I did grow up with crash bash, and I'd have dreams where I'd go out of bounds and discover more levels. And Bash isn't even considered one of the bests!! The way you describe your love of exploring coming from crash bandicoot makes me want to reframe the way I interact with the world oh man. We could all use a little more Crash Bandicoot bravery in our hearts. Thank you for sharing, I smiled big and hope you are too

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metalscoops · 11 months

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Easy Smiles and Loud Laughter

Outside POV of harringrove:

Lucy works at a hotel check-in desk and she meets Billy and Steve briefly as they celebrate Steve's birthday

Lucy's half asleep at her desk not even two hours into her shift, chugging down the remnants of her first (but most definitely not last) coffee of the day. It's just gone 11am when the blonde adonis from last night's check-in walks in through the front doors of the hotel.

He looks like a man on a mission, curls tied back from his face, sweaty and dressed in loose-fitting gym clothes and carrying two large cups of coffee in one hand.

He beelines past her desk before he heads back upstairs though, resting his free arm against the counter and leaning into her space, a conspiratorial look on his face.

Lucy swallows. She's got experience in the face of attractive men, can usually completely ignore them to go about her day normally, but this one seems to ooze charisma from his pores like he doesn't even realize the gravitational pull he has on everyone. She can see the janitor watching them out of the corner of her eye, his eyes fixed on the blonde man's ass.

"Sir?"

"It's my husband's birthday today, make sure you say happy birthday when he comes down," blonde-guy grins, tongue flicking out over his teeth and Lucy remembers the man he'd come in with last night; all big brown eyes, hair flopping into them as he'd leant against the front desk and paid, voice smooth and hands insanely large when they'd taken the card machine from her. 'Steve' his card had said and she remembers thinking that it was too ordinary of a name for him.

It's unfair how attractive they both are, and taken. Of course. Because how can two men looking like they do be anything but snapped up immediately. Lucy smiles, a genuine one for once, not just her customer service smile, "of course, sir."

His grin widens, and he taps his fist against the desk before walking away.

Lucy watches him leave, a pleasant warm feeling in her chest at the reminder that not everyone treats the person they profess to love with derision or hatred, that some people out there have a kind of love where they want to shout it from the rooftops, want everyone to celebrate with them, to see how special that person is to them.

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She's nearing the end of her shift when she sees them again. They must have left the hotel at some point when she wasn't around because they come back in through the doors wrapped around each other. Steve is just in front, blondie (she still hasn't got his name) plastered to his back, murmuring to him.

“Good evening!” Lucy smiles at them, glad she didn't miss the chance to wish Steve happy birthday like his husband had asked, “I hear today was your birthday! How was your special birthday meal?”

“Oh! You know it’s my birthday?” He blinks at her, and she hides her chuckle when he turns to send his husband a look over his shoulder, a flush dusting his cheeks, “Billy?”

Blondie– apparently Billy -turns pink, clearly embarrassed, and Lucy jumps in, “he told me this morning when he was passing through!”

The flush on Steve’s face deepens, spreading to the tips of his ears, and it feels indecent to witness the depth of love that takes over the look he’s still giving his husband. When he turns back to her there’s a large, goofy grin on his face, and his eyes are sparkling with joy.

“We went to Alessandro’s,” his tongue rolls with the word and Lucy hides her surprise carefully behind her still present smile, “and I got the lasagne, and oh it was so good! It was like being back with my nonna in Italy…”

Lucy looks over Steve’s shoulder at Billy, still listening to Steve as he waxes poetic about the lasagna and the wine, cheeks flush with pleasure. Billy’s looking at Steve like he hung the moon, clearly proud that he’d managed to make his husband so happy. He gives her an approving nod when she briefly catches his eye, clearly pleased she’d remembered.

Lucy flicks her gaze back to Steve, unable to help the grin that naturally spreads across her face when she sees the smile on his face, “...and I don't know how Billy knew about this place, but it was so perfect! I got to practice my Italian, which I haven't been able to in years!”

“Alessandro’s is a fantastic place, I suggested it to your husband when he asked last night,” Lucy’s smile widens when Steve’s eyes light up, “I’m glad you enjoyed it!”

“Thank you!” He gushes, and Lucy thinks he probably could have stood there all night and kept talking about lasagna and his nonna but Billy interrupts before he can, reminding him that they need to get back to their room.

“Have a great rest of your day!” She calls after them as they head for the stairs, and for the first time in her months working at the hotel she actually means it.

For the rest of the time she works at the hotel she intermittently thinks about lasagna couple (as she refers to them in her head), and hopes that they're still together and as happy as they’d been all those years ago.

(They are).

#my writing #fanfiction #stranger things #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove

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gaelic-symphony · 1 year

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A Year in the Life: April

Twelve vignettes from the married life of Tara Lewis and Emily Prentiss, written for the Year of the OTP writing challenge.

Prompt: pranks

Words: 895

Warnings: none

Read on AO3 or below the cut

It started with a joy buzzer. Tara taped it to Luke’s desk phone the night before April Fool’s Day. She got into the office early the following morning and watched from the round table room, waiting for Luke to get in. No sooner had he put his morning coffee cup down on his desk than Tara called him from her cell and laughed at the little yelp he let out when he picked up his phone. He looked around the bullpen, and when he spotted Tara laughing at him up in the round table room, he smiled and shook his head. It was game on.

Luke got his revenge on her by stealing all the pens and pencils off her desk and replacing them with one giant novelty pencil. Then Tara used her height to her advantage and taped a big picture of a grinning clown to the ceiling above Luke’s desk so that when he leaned back and stretched, he was so shocked he nearly fell out of his chair. Over the next few weeks, the BAU bullpen became the battlefield for Tara and Luke’s prank war. There were airhorns and taped computer mouses and faxes of joke police reports. Tara switched around the sugar and salt right before Luke came in and made his morning coffee, and Luke filled Tara’s filing cabinet with helium balloons.

Emily watched her wife’s antics unfold from her office up on the catwalk and pretended not to be entertained. She’d sigh dramatically and shake her head and pinch the bridge of her nose as she admonished her agents for goofing off at work, but secretly, she was in no hurry to stop the pranks. Seeing Tara enjoy herself like this made Emily’s heart glow, and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t just a little bit tempted to join in on the fun. But as the unit chief, she needed to maintain a certain level of decorum, and she couldn’t exactly jump in and start playing pranks on the team. Besides, as entertaining as these hijinks were for the team to watch, the prank war had so far just stayed between Luke and Tara.

But then Luke changed the rules, and when Tara got into the office one morning and turned on her computer, she blinked in surprise when her desktop background wasn’t her and Emily at Niagara Falls, but Luke and Penelope making goofy faces. There was no way Luke had pulled that off on his own. To change Tara’s desktop background remotely, he would have needed Penelope’s help. And if Luke was going to bring his Girl Friday in on the shenanigans, then Tara was, too.

“Emily…” she said, stretching out her name in a singsong voice as she curled up next to her wife on the couch one night, “You would tell me if you really wanted me to stop playing pranks on Luke, right?”

“It’s all in good fun,” Emily shrugged, “With what we do, it’s good to have a laugh every now and then.”

“So…it’s okay if I prank him again this week?”

Emily turned and looked at her wife with a quizzical frown. “You’ve never asked my permission to play a prank before.”

“Yeah,” Tara said, “But this is gonna be a big one, and…I kind of need your help—if you’re up for it.”

“Well, I guess one prank couldn’t hurt,” Emily said with feigned reluctance, but the smile on her face betrayed her bubbling excitement, “What did you have in mind?”

They set their plan in motion that Friday. Emily made sure everyone went home on time and took the evening off—no working late allowed. As soon as the team had cleared out, she pulled several rolls of Christmas-themed wrapping paper out from under her desk and brought them down to the bullpen where Tara was waiting for her.

“Let’s do this,” Emily said with a mischievous smile.

They took all the objects off of Luke’s desk—not that there were all that many; he did travel light—and wrapped them up one by one: his stapler, his hand sanitizer, his framed pictures of Roxy and his abuelita. And then they were ready for the big job: wrapping the desk itself. It took an entire roll of Christmas tree paper and an awful lot of scotch tape, but with Emily’s masterful giftwrapping skills, they got the whole desk covered in paper with every corner neatly folded and taped. Tara replaced all the little wrapped presents exactly as Luke had left them on his desk, and topped it off with a big bow and a gift tag that read “To Luke, with love from Tara and Emily.” She stepped back from the desk and put her arm around Emily as they surveyed their work.

“Looks good, doesn’t it?” Emily said.

“You did a great job,” Tara nodded.

“I’m glad you asked me to help,” Emily said, “Since I became chief, you know, I don’t really get to do all the fun team bonding stuff I used to do—you know, joking around with Morgan and Reid, goofing off behind Hotch’s back…I guess I kind of missed it.”

“I’m glad I can bring out this side of you,” Tara replied. She leaned in and kissed her wife tenderly. “I promise to make sure you never miss out on the fun.”

#criminal minds #fanfiction #emily prentiss #tara lewis #temily #otp #yotp 2023 #luke alvez #luke and tara brotp

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