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gooperts-gunk · 2 months

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im so crazy over the tragedy of everything q!bbh does being under a demon pretense even though he's a fallen angel.

do u think he just accepts the demon label because it's easier. do u think he believes it too, and catches himself in his thoughts with "oh, right. im not exactly that". and maybe he believes that he did this to himself? do u think what he did was to protect himself or someone? no matter the fall, he still has so much kindness to give and his brain just isn't wired the way a natural-born demon would be, he can't hold back instincts when time demands it, maybe that's why he fell in the first place.

and when he's finally bad, not good, it's treated like the end of the world, without empathy on why he would act out. do you think this keeps happening? the same scenario, multiple times, every timeline? he has to be used to it. so he has to take it in stride. he's good until he lashes out under extreme pressure, and suddenly he's called demon. and once again he's what heaven made him out to be. what he made himself to be, his brain would ruthlessly provide...

i don't think he wants to be that, though he hides secrets behind secrets of which neither identity is a home... but i don't think he wants to have to change, either. and i don't think that's wrong of him.

...you collapse atlantis ONE TIME and all of a sudden YOU'RE the bad guy and SURE it was FUN but REALLY now,--

#lots of expansion on this in tags beware #this is a draft from 2:40AM the day before i just felt something within me and i needed to write about fallen angel q!bbh angst NOW #this post is brought to you by q!bbh in purgatory and post-purgatory i will never forgive you purgatory 1 #no one can bear to have a healthy conversation about q!bbh's behaviors let alone TO q!bbh. BUT IF Q!BAGHERA WASN'T STUCK ON THE ISLAND...#i miss u bbh + baghera interactions let me see u soon pls #he isn't impossible to communicate with ur just not jiving with his autism right u can get through to him i swear BUT TOO LATE he DIED #now he doesn't remember!!! (unless that part of the library is recovered) u lost ur shot!!! (ur issues with him will rise again)#now every time bagi goes “'cause he's a demon” with bbh i go OH MAN SHE DOESN'T KNOW IT'S MORE... it hurts how flippant it is sometimes #because WE KNOW OH MAN WE KNOW IT'S MORE and this concept of him being fallen adds SO MUCH CONNOTATION to EVERYTHING he does #it isn't just DEMON THINGS it's GOD MADE ME THIS THINGS and i just can't wait to know WHY what did you DO!!!#your instincts are to be nice though cautiously detached when your life restarts so WHAT DID YOU DO IF YOU ARE NOT INHERENTLY BAD???#goopert talks qsmp #qsmp #qsmp badboyhalo

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samarecharm · 5 months

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it happens alot

OG link (ha) and image under the cut

lol

#persona 5 #akira kurusu #ren amamiya #listen. look at me. I draw the roughest women and sweatiest bears. its my favorite pasttime. I know damn well he does not look fucking butc #I was tempted to change it to lesbian instead of butch but like #thats not whats in the IMAGE .....head in hands #IN REALITY he is just a very pretty lesbian that is also sometimes butch if u get to talk to him #like oops haha its just that *gestures to all six feet of him*#padding out the 'hes nb but also its cause he doesnt care at all' hc #also. man i need to draw him more; he comes out looking so baby everytime #too used to drawing gay old bears and furries so when my brain says hey ur drawing a Young Man im like GOT IT......baby time #ah well #at least he looks more like Him in my wip #Oh u know what? i was going to add more tags about him but i have a BLOG w a POST button. love that shit <3

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poppyseed799 · 1 year

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I feel like life series fanon jimmy is kind of mischaracterized and there’s an easy way to make sure you’re doing it right: he has a lot of unearned confidence

#the tags is where I’m going to ACTUALLY say stuff LOL!!!#but like I love life series Jimmy mkay. he’s got that curse of dying first and all. which is what I mean by fanon cuz curses aren’t real #but a lot of fans make it like Jimmy accepts the curse? or even acknowledges that it’s real. which bugs me a bit cuz No He Does Not #(side note tho. I’m not mad about it. I know ppl wanna explore the concept of someone cursed to die first and that’s what they’re doing)#but like Jimmy would just be so in denial about it okay. even if you managed to convince him he would be like ‘..BUT SURELY THIS TIME’#and this relates to ranchers too. I love ranchers ok. mostly cuz my sister does tbh LMAOO she loves them. but ranchers fan content isn’t #what I’m looking for cuz it’s so often stuff like.. Jimmy being like ‘I’m sorry I’m cursed’ and Tango being like ‘it’s ok love u anyway’#but it’s really more like ‘CURSED?? NO! WE WILL WIN!’ which I think is MORE fun for the aftermath of their death. meeting in the afterlife.#I NEED to see ranchers content where they keep denying that the curse is real then Jimmy dies and they’re ghosts or whatever and Jimmy’s #like ‘oh no. we didn’t break the curse. tango probably hates me now. he only liked me cuz we thought the curse wasn’t real.’ and tango to be #like upset at first as anyone would be when they die. but then he like notices the way Jimmy is acting and he’s like ‘no.. ranchers 4 life’#???? what am I saying. hire me for writing fanfic I totally know what I’m doing.#anyways what I’m saying is Jimmy is the canary but he’s the canary that’s like ‘SURELY I can sing for the miners the whole way THIS time’#he is NOT the canary who says ‘WELL time to eventually stop singing in this cave’#HOWEVER I do think that although he has loads of unearned confidence and is in a constant state of denial. he does also have that crumble #sometimes. so it’s not totally ooc imo for him to act like that. but it would be rare moments and also mostly post death #ANOTHER SIDE NOTE I WANNA SAY. I HATE the way I’m saying this as if it’s fact. it’s my personal analysis and just because I think it’s right #doesn’t mean I want to present it as undeniable fact. I could be misinterpreting. if you want to interpret life!Jimmy’s character different #then go on ahead. I don’t hate fanon Jimmy I just wish I saw more like how I see him. that is all.#ok I lied I also wanna add that I’m bad at explaining things ESPECIALLY personalities so it’s possible that I didn’t convey what I wanted to #say properly too. sorry. OKAY NOW THAT IS ALL.

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crowcryptid · 9 months

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damn they got a glassing beam in this

#oh yeah tag essay time my favorite #perhaps this is heresy but dare i say this game does doom eternal better than doom eternal..?#its like doom eternal but without the ammo issue (which wasnt really an issue tbh) and even MORE fast paced #but to be fair the last time i played eternal was with the dlc so perhaps im remembering it being slower than this.#tho some of the weapons in doom eternal are just way better. ex: super shotgun and the sniper mode on the rifle and the rocket launcher #this game does have a sniper but its not really a proper one. what it does is teleport you inside of the enemy #it does have some issues #there is too much back tracking for something this fast paced. it would benefit greatly from a map. and im not crazy about fps platforming #and some performance issues. i assume its cpu related cause a 4090 should not be getting 70 fps at times in a retro low poly style game #but the gunplay goes crazy. also you have a chainsaw leg that insta kills any fodder enemy and this can heal u with the right perks #i kind of regret not playing on a harder difficulty tho #im playing on street cleaner which is hard mode and its way too easy. my deaths have been environmental ones #theres only 2 enemies so far that have clear 'you gotta counter them this way specifically' gimmick. and 1 boss so far with a gimmick #it should go without saying if u like ultrakill u will like this. it is more like doom eternal tho #i am on episode 2 and i think theres 3 but tbh i dont see how they can add even more guns and enemies at this point????????#and yes i am aware of maw. yes. i know. i recognized the voice immediately. i havent fought him yet.#dont worry if i was going to get infected by brainrot it would have happened at first sight and it didnt. youre all safe.#turbo overkill #edit: ok LOL i just heard one of his monologues oh god he is like a 4chan user about to end up on a watchlist. reaper/revenant type of edge

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lewisvinga · 30 days

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both of them | charles leclerc x fem! reader x alexandra saint mleux

summary; fans think charles is cheating in alexandra after fans see his interactions with y/n, the truth shocks them even more

fc; sabrina carpenter

warnings; cursing i think

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03

note; requested ! slowly but surely recovering from this cold, so expect some more posts soon ( hopefully 🤞 )

masterlist !

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yourusername uploaded to their story !

[caption 1; guess where i’m going 😁] [caption 2; forza ferrari sempre ❤️]

alexandrasaintmleux replied to your story !

alexandrasaintmleux make sure charles isn’t being such a worrier ! i miss u both sm:(

yourusername oh babe u know our cha, he worries about every little thing ! i think he might go crazy if i spend any second longer getting food 😬😬

yourusername n we miss u 2🙁

alexandrasaintmleux classic charles😅 idk how he survives races when neither of us are there 🤔

charles_leclerc replied to your story !

charles_leclerc WHERE ARE YOU

yourusername i swear alex can feel how nervous u are from here😭

yourusername IM OMW!!!!

charles_leclerc im not that nervous 🙄🙄

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yourusername u just need a hug bae

charles_leclerc yeah true

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liked by charles_leclerc, alexandrasaintmleux, and others !

yourusername: slayrarri

tagged; scuderiaferrari, charles_leclerc

scuderiaferrari: we’ll invite u everytime slay y/n 😁❤️

yourusername: oh yes please

username: MOTHER

username: THE HALTER TOPPP😍

username: no wonder charles kept staring at her bc AWOOGA

charles_leclerc: come back in 2 weeks, yeah? 😉

yourusername: only if u play nice 😁

username: what is going on in the house of commons…

username:,)-;@3:

username: charles 😭😭😭

username: whyd charles add a winking emoji like sir u have a gf 🤔🤔🤔

username: AND ALEX LIKED THIS?? like in front of u gf is embarrassing he has no shame 💀💀

username: it’s weirddddddd, like if that was my man i’d say it’s cheating but that’s just me

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liked by yourusername, alexandrasaintmleux, and others !

charles_leclerc: my girls, both of them.

tagged; yourusername, alexandrasaintmleux

yourusername: CHAAAAAAA

alexandrasaintmleux: chaaaaaaa ( lowercase )

charles_leclerc: Y/NNNNN ALEXXXXX

yourusername: my sweet boy n my sweet girl, ilysm😢🫶

alexandrasaintmleux: love u, pretty girl, love u both💓

charles_leclerc: and I love u both the most

alexandrasaintmleux: y/n let him win this or else hem get pouty😕😕😕 yourusername

yourusername: fine i’ll let him win 🙄🙄🙄 alexandrasaintmleux

charles_leclerc: i don’t??? get??? pouty????

carlossainz55: this is you everytime 😾😾 and unfortunately i have to deal with it🙄

username: he said i want ‘em BOF

username: WHAHSOAJD

username: waittttt i like this 🤭🫣🫣

username: they’re all dating ???&2@;&😭😭

username: how’d charles pull both of ‘em holy shit they’re gorgeousss😭😭

maxverstappen1: a lot of stuttering and blushing i must say😕😕

username: MAX???? LMAOOO

username: not max exposing charles 😭😭😭

charles_leclerc: maxverstappen1 stop lying on my name

pierregasly: you still blush at the mention of their name wdym?? 🤔 charles_leclerc

lewishamilton: remember when he came up to us and asked for advice on how to approach them? 😂 pierregasly

charles_leclerc: ok that’s ENOUGH pierregasly lewishamilton

yourusername: no keep going boys pls 🙏maxverstappen1 pierregasly lewishamilton

alexandrasaintmleux: i’m liking this 😁

username: JWODKWKS WHATS GOING ONNN😭

username: poor charles he’s getting violated under his own post

username: THEYRE A THROUPLE???

username: YOOOOOO😨😨😨😨😨

username: wdym they’re all dating WDYMMMM

username: do u guys need a dog??? i can bark😖

username: KANKAKXKAKKD???!1@;&/&/

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username: the way they all slay so hard

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tyunni · 1 year

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NISHIMURA RIKI B☆YFRIEND HEADCANONS...

ㅤㅤㅤㅤenhypen masterlist | library | ni-ki bf hc part 1

a/n: man when will it be may over riki era... probably never. anyways pt 2 to my riki bf headcanons post 😭 p.s. i DID post this on a side blog a while ago to try out tags so if u saw that no u didnt lol

genre: fluff ☝️ warnings: not proofread, kissing, if you want me to add anything please let me know!

idrk how to start this off so we're just gonna get str8 into it yeah lets GO

he is so whipped for you it's actually concerning. everyone can tell he is absolutely head over heels for you. from the way his eyes sparkle when he looks at you to the way he can't shut up about you, it's just so obvious.

he adores you, honestly.

he can't help but smile when he sees you, always admiring you. doesn't matter what you're doing; be it you brushing your teeth, eating food, putting your shoes on, or sleeping. doesn't matter! he's watching you with hearts in his eyes and a grin spread across his face from ear to ear.

his heart swells whenever you hug and/or kiss him. he may not act like it, but he is so soft for you it's actually insane. he melts in your arms the second you wrap them around him. feels safe and content, closing his eyes as he buries his head in your shoulder.

physical affection is very very important to him, it makes him feel special. he enjoys it more than he likes to admit, to be honest!

he loves loves loves kisses!! you littering kisses all over his face? he's down. him littering kisses all over your face? he's down. a kiss on his cheek? absolutely! giving him a big phat smooch on the lips?? you just made him the happiest boy ever!!!!!

(more under the cut!)

if you cup his face in your hands and just enjoy the moment as you get lost in each other's eyes he will get all mushy and lovey dovey. it's moments like these that make him realize just how in love he is with you, how much he cherishes you, and how he wants to show you he appreciates you.

riki isn't really the best with words, it's a bit awkward for him to verbalize his feelings toward you... and also impossible as well, because he simply can not describe the overwhelming amount of love he has for you.

but whenever the time calls, he can list a thousand reasons as to why he fell in love with you. from your beauty to your personality, he notices things about you even you don't notice, and it never fails to make you smile (which is basically all that matters to him)

3AM dates with riki? 3AM dates with riki.

it's a must, honestly. whenever he can't sleep he almost always messages you. he doesn't like to bother you, but he can't help it! he's so bored and you're his s/o, who else would he spam at like 2 in the morning??

he's always amused when you answer him & complain about how you were about to go to sleep and how he disturbed you. but he knows you're lying by the way you're refusing to leave when he tells you he won't mind if you go to bed and that he can always just go back to scrolling through tiktok.

"oh you're sleepy? okay 👍 i'll just go back to tiktok then" "NO DONT GO IM NOT GOING TO SLEEP YET"

and when he offers to go snack hunting at a 24 hour convenience store, who are you to refuse? and even if you were to refuse... too bad he's literally at your door right now, open up y/n <3

sometimes he doesn't even message you beforehand, he just randomly shows up at your house and the next thing you know you're taking a walk while everyone else in your neighborhood is sound asleep.

tries his best to be super cliche romantic with you. says he does it only cuz he knows you want him to do it, when in reality a part of him has always wanted to recreate those overused cute scenes in romance movies.

he will never admit to it, but sometimes he purposefully sets your dates on the days he knows there will be rain. he checks the weather beforehand just to make sure it's a rainy day 😭

but why? you may ask...

so he can take off his warm jacket and drape it over your figure when he notices you shaking and shivering beside him. so he can pull out his umbrella - specifically the smallest umbrella he could find at the dorms so he has an excuse to pull your body against his side and protect you from the rain droplets that slowly fall onto the top of your head.

and most importantly, so he can walk you home, discard the umbrella once he reaches your doorstep, watch as the rain drops glide down from your head to your face. and then he leans in and gently wipes them away from your features as he smiles softly when he notices your breath hitch at the close proximity. his hands then find their way to your cheeks, thumbs wiping away more droplets as the rain gets heavier and heavier. and at this point neither of you care that your clothes are basically drenched. all that you can focus on is how he's so gently holding your face in his hands, how he's looking into your eyes with so much love and adoration, and how he is so close to you that you can admire all the pretty moles that are scattered across his face, thinking that it's impossible for him to get any closer. but when he tilts his head and somehow shortens the proximity even more you can't help but flutter your eyes shut as you feel his lips lightly graze over yours. but he doesn't kiss you. he simply smiles before completely pulling away, grabbing his umbrella and walking off.

Yeah HE'S ANNOYING 😑😑😑👎👎👎

and when u run inside your house pull out ur phone and proceed to spam him telling him he can't just do that & that if he pulls that shit on you ever again ure gonna break up w him...

yeah he just smirks 🧍‍♀️ bcuz he knows u dont mean it- OF COURSE U DON'T- he's got u wrapped around his finger, there's no way out, i fear...

but let's not pretend he's not wrapped around your finger... cuz he is.

if you suddenly call him to hang out or tell him you miss him he is basically running to your location!!

but not before pretending that he's too busy and complaining about how you're so "needy" and "obsessed" with him, but in a lighthearted manner obviously.

he would rather step on a bunch of spikey nails with his bare feet than upset you with his words. and if he feels that his words affected you in a bad way he will kiss you all over your face and reassure you that he didn't mean it like that

he's soft but just for you 🫰

well... maybe not just for you but he's definitely the most comfortable showing you his soft side 🫶 you're basically the only one he doesn't feel awkward sharing his lovey dovey mushy thoughts with

even though he's confident now, just like the first few months of your relationship, he still gets shy around you. he thinks it's embarrassing, but you think it's cute :)

for example, when he tries to call you new pet names that you two aren't usually used to.

the second the word sweetheart left his lips he immediately turned away from your figure, hid his face in his hands and cringed at himself for even contemplating calling you that. you had to practically beg him to turn around because he was refusing to look at you for a good 5 minutes 😭

"that was so bad, y/n. why did i say that?"

and then he whines about it to you so if you want him to shut up you have to hold his face and give him a quick kiss

one time you tried shutting him up by putting your hand over his mouth... but it backfired. he licked your palm 🧍‍♀️ so naturally, you used his shirt as a tissue and wiped your palm on him while complaining about how gross he was

yeah... a kiss it is.

speaking of kisses, he loves them

more specifically, he loves catching you off guard with them.

you two could be play fighting with pillows, watching a movie, bickering, cuddling, simply talking and suddenly his lips are on yours?

mostly he pulls this on you when you two are playing video games and he feels that there's a chance he might lose to you

he puts down his controller, gently grabs your chin, squishes your cheeks so your lips pout and gently puts his plush lips on yours.

inevitably, you close your eyes. biggest mistake you've ever made.

with one hand still squishing your cheeks and his lips still moving in sync with yours, he uses his other hand to pick up his controller and beats your ass in the game

when you hear the victory cheers coming from the TV you quickly open your eyes and gasp in shock at the sight of the screen.

you call him a dirty cheater, which is true...

but is it really cheating if he's kissing you?

"you cheated!! you were kissing me just to distract me, what the hell?!"

"it's not cheating if you don't get caught 😁"

"that doesn't even apply to this scena-"

boom! he kisses you again.

he's a shithead. but he's your shithead.

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y13evie · 9 months

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Hi so I saw that you are open to write for house md and I'd like to ask for a chase fic. Like reader is house's kid and either works at the hospital too or gets admitted there but also knows chase and is in a relationship with him. Plot can be fluffy, smutty and/ or angsty I don't really care but I'd like to know how house would react if he sees them interact etc.

Idk if you see this or like the idea but I wish you the best and I really like your fics

hiiiiii anon!! i love this idea sm and i LOVE ROBERT CHASE WITH MY WHOLE HEARTT. dad house is so sweet and cutesy. i tried my best for u

tags: robert chase x houses kid! reader, one use of y/n, house is stubborn but loves u, just fluff

this is embarrassing. never in your twenty-five years of life would you imagine yourself in the hospital that both your father and boyfriend work at. yet here you are, with a 4 cm laceration on your right hand. the triage nurse had just sent you off and notified you that a doctor will be with you shortly. from your room window you could see dr foreman patting a familiar face on the back, probably saying something along the lines of “this case is yours bud”.

as soon as chase read the report he hurriedly rushed into your room. you shot him a sheepish grin and lifted up your hand to reveal the gash.

“my god, y/n”, he sat down next to you and took your hand gently into his gloved one and inspected the wound. he looked up at you, as if asking for an explanation.

“maybe i shouldn’t garden alone. i picked up this clay pot. the way it was sitting had been bothering me for a couple days now. i’m guess i’m not as strong as i thought i was because i dropped it and as it shattered, it cut me up pretty good.”

chase sighed at your stubbornness, something that had drawn him into you since early in your relationship. he took one of his gloves off and gently stroked your hair. he rambled on about how you should really be more careful and call him if you needed anything too laboring done. you weren’t listening. you were staring into those blue eyes. you weren’t into all that cheesy romance stuff but god, those eyes are stunning. your moment was quickly put to an end when harsh tapping could be heard from outside your window. you knew that sound from anywhere.

“you decided to be the one to doctor on MY kid”

house, or dad as you call him, hastily shuffles into your room and gives you both a judgemental look. robert rolls his eyes,

“foreman gave me the case first, i'm just doin’ my job”.

house hobbles over to check your vitals even though it’s a minor issue compared to what they deal with on a daily basis. you know your dad loves you and cares but he’s not the best at verbally expressing it. you knew he would probably just sit there and observe, so you turn back around to your extremely, worried boyfriend.

“soooo” you drag out the ‘oh’ sound, to show him you’re not worried. “whatcha doin after work handsome?”. chase runs a hand through his blonde hair and lets out a long, exasperated sigh.

“i was planning to go on a cute and sweet date with you, but instead i’m gonna be dr. chase for another 12 hours”.

he sounded tired but you knew he was more than happy to care for his darling. just as you two were planning out your evening, your father and robert’s pagers began harmonizing. chase gives a quick but passionate kids to your temple. house makes his gag be known, sticking a finger in his mouth for dramatic effect.

your dad lingers in the room for a moment, giving your shoulder a squeeze. it’s still gonna take time for him to adjust to the fact his child is dating his co-worker. but you’re not his little baby anymore and he knows it.

when he heads out his parting words are,

“i’ll have someone stitch you up kid, stay put”.

you lean back in the bed and continue to add pressure to your wounded hand. a few minutes pass and your sweet boyfriend stops by again. and takes a seat at the stool beside your bed. he has the tools to stitch up your hand. to distract you from the pain, chase sparks a conversation.

“your old man..” he chews the inside of his cheek. you know exactly what he’s gonna ask. “does he like me? and not as a co-worker. does he think i’m a good fit for his kid?”. your heart sank at the thought of robert thinking he’s not enough. truth is, your dad did like him. though he would never admit it, the fact robert makes you happy, makes your dad happy. he’s real bad at showing it, but you know it’s true.

“he’s a grump, chase. he likes you. he might never admit it. but the fact he hasn’t beaten you to death with that cane of his really says something.”. you can tell your reassurance helped. you loved robert, and he loved you too. before you knew it the stitches were finished. he pulled out a sling from a cabinet so you won’t irritate the stitches too much.

“hey, i’ll get your discharge papers. we’ll have you out of here soon”.

chase pressed a kiss to your lips this time, and he stayed there for a minute. hand on your jaw to keep you steady. you moved your lips in unison, running your free hand through his hair. a sharp pain stabbed your hand and caused you to pulled away and gasp. he reminded you to take some pain medication once home.

before he headed out the door, robert whips around and sternly demands,

“i don’t ever wanna see you in here again.”

#house md x reader #house md #robert chase x reader #robert chase #robert chase x you #house m.d.#house m.d. x reader #reqs open #i love robert chase #he’s so baby girl i love him #this idea is so cute anon

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avesque · 1 year

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can i please request a drabble with i pushed everyone away because they weren’t you + neteyam? thanks.

of all the girls — neteyam

INCLUDES best friends to lovers. angst to fluff. 0.7k words.

NOTE i need him so bad. you can request a prompt of your own here! (also the great war part i might come out this thursday/friday. i promise i see those asking to be tagged, i will not forget u here is a big kith mwa) OH AND HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY i love you!

neteyam finds you all alone by the docks with your feet submerged in the water. it’s a quiet afternoon and the others are out and about with tsireya and other metkayina kids.

he finds his palms sweaty the second he settles beside you.

you don’t bother to look at him. it makes his heart squeeze painfully as your gaze stays fixed ahead, over the reefs and the horizon that he thinks you’ve mentally reached home.

you cut him off just as he’s about to break the quiet.

“why’d you leave?”

to others, it might sound nonchalant. but neteyam has known you for more than a decade; can read you like that back of his hand. there’s a bite to your tone that makes his heart climb up his throat.

you place your palms behind you and lean back but you do not look at him.

“you left,” he says. “i followed you.”

“no shit,” you scoff. it makes him wince. you always did hang a lot around lo’ak.

he swallows his nervousness.

“listen—”

you’re quick to rise to your feet. “well, i need to go.”

neteyam calls your name.

“i don’t want to hear it.” your tone is cold, biting. if he didn’t know better, he’d think you’re leaving behind snow rather than the sand you’re kicking off as you walk away hastily.

he follows you just as he has for the past twelve years. always behind you, always watching. waiting.

he snatches your arms once he’s caught up and something spears through his heart when he finds tears brimming in your lash line.

“no,” you seethe, wriggling free from his hold. “you leave me alone. go back to ayrona since you like her that much, huh?”

neteyam heaves a deep sigh, latching on to your arm again. gentler, this time. softer. consoling.

“no.”

you scoff again. the metkayina girl had shown interest in neteyam ever since you got here, always there, always lingering. it makes your skin itch, your blood boil. you’ve been watching them all this time, how she seems to enjoy those breathing lessons with neteyam. remembering it makes you want to scream.

but ayrona wasn’t the only one. back in the forest, before you had to flee, you heard other girls’ names tied with neteyam’s from hearsay. you did not have the heart to ask him about it, afraid that the confirmation will break your heart more.

ayrona is just the final straw.

but this is wrong. the lone tear that cascades down your cheek is a burning shame. neteyam is not yours.

at times, you feel like you may stand a chance, against all these other girls and against all odds. you’ve been toeing that line between friends and something more, touches lingering more than they should have, gazes softer and sweeter than most. but nothing has come of it.

you fear what you thought could have been was just a miscalculation on your part.

neteyam holds your cheek so delicately, thumbing away the salt on your cheek.

“oh, y/n.” his voice is honey; says your name like a prayer. you close your eyes, clumped eyelashes still spilling tears. “ayrona—” your stomach plummets, “—is a friend. just like tsireya.”

you sniffle, shaking your head and leaning away from his hold. but neteyam is quick, placing his other hand on your chest, right where your heart is.

“you,” he breathes, “are so much more.”

he rests his forehead on yours and he pulls you close.

“do you want to know why i told rey’nin to stop?”

rey’nin was the omatikaya girl who, despite the people’s disapproving stares, had pursued him.

“the others too,” he adds and proceeds to enumerate the girls who have shown interest in him. something warm lands on your cheek and you belatedly realize neteyam has placed a kiss there before he’s pulling away.

nimble fingers glide over your eyelids and your eyes flutter open to see gold staring right back.

“i pushed everyone away because they weren’t you.” he says your name again, this time, like a promise. “you are the only one my heart beats for. i see you. i always have.”

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cosmal · 1 year

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AYO CONGRATS ON 3K!! love ur blog and ur writing and u immensely.

(tbh i have this irrational fear of making requests even if people are like "make a request pls" but i saw ur post and literally u don't have to tell me twice. for future reference blink twice if u want to hear every single thought of mine ever.)

spacey jane: james potter + you're here, that's the thing by beabadoobee

"i've got you wrapped around my finger like a piece of ribbon, you just won't admit it that you're smitten"

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 — 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

thank you thank you!!!! please omg request whatever yo whenever you want. i love all requests i get and appreciate them so so much. omg.

summary — james let’s you take him home when he’s drunk. james’s friends think he’s whipped.

warnings/tags — fem!reader, drunk!james

You can hear him before you see him. It’s not out of the ordinary for him to be loud, you know that too well. You follow the noise from the front door all the way to the sitting room.

You’re not sure what you and James are. He’s not your boyfriend. But, he calls you sweetheart and he kisses your cheek sometimes when you want him to. He invites you places with his friends but spends the entire time with you. He gets you flowers, not ones from the florist on his street, ones he finds when he walks to your house that he says remind him of you. He visits you with lunch during your breaks when you’re studying. He gets two of the same, but no meat in yours because he knows you don’t eat it. And sits and eats with you, listening to everything you have to say about how school is going.

But despite those things, he’s not your boyfriend.

But when he sees you for the first time tonight, and his face lights up more than you’d hoped it would because you’re really trying not to get ahead of yourself, you sort of wish he was your boyfriend.

“Y/N!” he cheers, still loud. Still very hearty.

“Hey,” you smile. You try to direct it around the room. You really like his friends and you don’t want to play favourite. Even though you’re definitely softer on him than the others. You’ve never kissed Remus on the cheek because you fancy him.

You sit on the arm of the sofa he’s at and try not to act too affected when he sets his hand on your thigh. His palm flush with the hem of your shorts.

“What are you doing here?” he asks. It’s more of a slur. Words sticky with intoxication. His face is flushed and you fight the urge to press your fingers into his warm skin.

“I’m your lift,” you remind him. Like you hadn’t spoke on the phone no less than an hour ago.

“Y/N!” he’d yelled down the line. “Y/N, could you pick me up tonight?”

“Yeah, of course, James.”

“Thanks, sweetheart. I owe you one.”

You didn’t have the guts to say it, but you’d do anything for him if he asked.

“Oh, right,” he laughs, attention turned back to the plastic cup in his hands. He swigs whatever’s in it. “We’re playing strip poker.”

Everyone’s still clothed. You think maybe they haven’t started yet.

“Wanna play?” Sirius asks, shuffling a deck of cards. He looks almost as drunk as James. Remus and Emmeline look like they’re on their way to join them.

“Shut the fuck up, Pads,” James groans. He might be blushing. You might also be imagining it.

“What?” he snorts.

“She doesn’t want to play.” James sits up in his chair, sniffing, he adds, “neither do I, really.”

“It was your idea!”

“Whatever.”

You don’t want to play. If James Potter were to ever see you naked, you don’t want it to be with his friends as well.

James sips from his drink again to occupy his mouth. If you weren’t here, he might’ve said what he really wanted to say to Sirius. Something he usually does when it’s just the two of them.

He spills the majority of his drink down the front of his lovely red shirt. You take it from his hands, wiping the mess from his cheeks. James sits and lets you do it with no problems.

“Can we do shots?” Sirius asks. You glare at James’s friend. A look that reads your friend is off his face and you want to do shots?

“Yes!” James cheers through a hiccup. You stable a hand on his back.

While Sirius gets up to go find shot glasses, you lean down to whisper into James’s ear. “Do you want to go home?”

James stops splashing around his drink in his cup to look at you. “Maybe,” he says, blinking slowly. You think it’s quite adorable. “Do you?”

“Only if you do.”

“I am feeling a bit sick.”

And he wanted to do shots. “Yeah?” you ask, squeezing his shoulder. “You can stay at mine if you want.” You only suggest it because you live close by.

James grins. “Can I do a shot first?”

“I don’t think so, baby.” You run a knuckle over his flushed cheek. “C’mon. I’ll take you home.”

You don’t mean to be that girl that steals the boy they’re talking to away from a party. But you think if he drinks anything else he might be sick. He needs water and a bed.

When Sirius gets back you’re helping James from the sofa, hand held through his. He wobbles and you stable him with a hand behind his back.

“Where the fuck are you going?” Sirius asks.

“Home,” James tells him. “Well, not really. I’m going to Y/N’s house.”

“As if. It’s 9pm on a Friday.”

“Sirius, fuck up,” James argues. “I’m going to a girls house and you’re gonna get over it.”

“You’re drunk, Y/N won’t touch you.”

You balk. “I’m gonna clean him up and put him to bed.”

James grins boyishly. “She’s gonna put me to bed.”

“God, you’re fucking whipped, mate.” Sirius finds it hard to act incensed over his friends happiness. It’s still fun.

“Shut up. Go finish reading that book Moony told you about.”

Sirius blushes. Grumbling all the way back to his seat. “Moons, my best friend sucks.”

James forgets about the idea of shots as soon as he gets into your car and you keep your hand held in his when you can the entire drive to yours. He won’t let anyone know how much he loves getting doted on by you at your house. He might get drunk a little more often, he thinks, if there’s a chance you’ll wash his face and help him into your bed.

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x fem!reader #james potter x female!reader #james potter x female reader #james potter drabble #james potter one shot #james potter headcanon #james potter drabbles #james potter imagine #james potter fanfiction #james potter fan fic #marauder x reader #the marauders #the marauders fanfic #the marauders fanfiction

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sugar-omi · 11 months

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Hi! Your writing is amazing and makes my day every time I see you post. Could I request Cove while trying for a baby with a female MC? He’s so sweet and emotional I can totally imagine it would be equal parts super fluffy/adorable and spicy/hot Thank you! ✨

omg ty thats so nice of you to say!!! also tysm for this rq, i've been waiting for someone to ask smth like this bc i was worried i was the only one thinkin shit like this!!! also i think this is a bit more horny than fluffy, which is why i tried to make up for it w lots of kisses from cove LOL but ykw.. i feel like a part 2 wouldnt be so bad either 👀

tags : NSFW, ok for fem/nb readers, after step 4/wedding dlc, buff cove lol, breeding kink, creampie, overstimulation, cove w oral fixation(? a bit implied), cunnilingus, cove "uses" a nickname that you can "insert" bc i can but also cant see him using pet names, + he calls u good girl, "multiple choice" dialogue (just read 1 of the colored text "options" than continue w the rest of the fic, theres no links or anything <3)

synopsis : you and cove try for a baby.

cove tries to be calm.

and he is! after a bit of panic of course, caused by his worries but excitement for fatherhood but also you want him to.. to... oh god he's too embarrassed to think about it, from finally deciding to have a baby the only natural next emotion is calm! he is cooler than a cucumber!

but now you're laid out under him, as beautiful as ever, and even after years of being together cove can't get enough of you; especially when you're so sweet to have like this.

"cove.." your gasp drug cove out of his daze.

you reach up and cup his face, cove leaning into your touch. "y/n.." he kisses your wrist.

"what're you thinking about?"

cove flushes. there's no way he could tell you exactly what he was thinking, saying that he found the idea of coming inside was totally different from thinking it and he was not ready to that something clicked in him when you finally talked about being ready for a baby...

"you.. just- just you, and how lucky i am." cove decided to distract you by kissing down your neck, leaving a new mark under your ear. thankfully it worked, although maybe you just gave it up because you already know what's going through his head.

he starts working his way down your body, and you fall back on the pillows and let cove treat himself to your cunt.

cove tossed your panties somewhere beyond the bed, his days of nervously folding your panties over. and he latches onto your thighs, sucking more marks into your skin and his fingers lovingly work your clit.

"cove.. i wan' more..." you tangle your hands in his hair, tugging on the strands. wordlessly he moves on to your twitchy core, his tongue slipping inside and lapping up your slick.

cove's boisterous ministrations has you grinding against his face, gasping as he works your sensitive clit and adds a couple fingers to the mix, speeding up the process so he can be inside you.

cove hopes you don't see him grinding against the mattress.

he sits up, his fingers spreading you open easily. while you're panting dozily, cove's fingers abandons your cunt so he can grab the lube from the bedside.

"habit.." cove laughs it off sheepishly.

he instinctually reaches for a condom, but realizes and a wave of heat rushes over him. you won't be needing those for awhile...

cove meets your hooded gaze, a knowing look in your eyes.

you grin, full of mischief. "guess we're gonna have to break it."

cove growls lowly, slapping a hand over his eyes. it does nothing to hide his blush and he curses himself when his cock twitches against his leg.

deciding to come out of hiding, cove peers at you from over his nose and you feel your own heart pick up sped at the stark look of his eyes. something about cove seems like he could devour you, but when he leans down to kiss you so tenderly you think otherwise.

cove poured the lube over his hand, coating his length and he hisses at the heat between his hand and cock. hazily cove thinks that this is the hardest he's been since he was a clumsy teenager.

cove captures you in another loving kiss, wanting to be close to you as he sinks inside.

this is your first time going without a condom, being connected like this has both of you holding onto each other, your nails scratching down his shoulder at the new but welcomed sensation.

this isn't the first time you and cove have done it unprotected, but it has been awhile so you both can't help but pull the other person closer, needing more.

cove buries his face in your shoulder, shaking from how wet and hot you are inside like this. he can feel the way your gummy walls flex around him and he pulls his hips back- the whine that comes out of your taut throat has cove closing his eyes and taking in your every sound as he moves so slowly, so sensually but so lovingly when he grinds his hips into yours.

finally, he finds the strength to remove himself from your shoulder, needing to see your face in ecstasy.

cove looked down at your own blissed out face, and if he could see his own face he'd notice that his own face his flushed and if it was possible, his pupils would turn into hearts from how lost in pleasure and love for you he's in.

he situates his hands on your hips, the pads of his thumbs rubbing affectionate circles into your skin.

"ah- cove, cove.. please move." you reach for him, intertwining one of his hands with your own.

he gives a kiss to the back of your hand, and when he rears back his hips to start a rough pace, if you could you'd think that the kiss was an apology for the way he's using your cunt.

cove's grip on your hand and hip is solid, it grounds you and the only thing you can think of is how deliciously cove is fucking you, his cock brushing and bumping against the sensitive and deepest parts of your insides.

you whine loudly and can't help but throw your head back because it's like he's going faster and when your eyes return from their trip to the back of your head, you open your eyes to feast on the sight of your husband/boyfriend.

and it's self explanatory why you're more aroused than a just moment ago; cove's hair is mused from all your tugging, and his glasses are long abandoned so that way he can see the way his cock pumps in and out of your cunt and the creamy ring around the base of his dick.

"ah- i love you. y-you're so beautiful..." cove soothes you, kissing your cheek.

"i- oh fuck right there!" your nails run down his chest, cove is going to be a mural of hickeys and scratches. "i love you too, ahh- cove!"

cove lets go of your hand in favor of your clit, already knowing your body well enough to know when you're going to cum.

"fuck... that's it, y/n, cum for me."

"hah, cove! f-finish with me, please. want- want..." you pant, hazy and driven to babbling from the way cove has worked you up all night.

"i know n/n, cum with me. that's it, good girl." cove leans down to kiss you.

tangled in a passionate kiss, your moans blend together as you finish. cove grinds his hips into you, his cock rubbing the deepest part of your insides and painting them white.

he falls into your shoulder, panting and planting a kiss there.

cove gets up, realizing you don't need a wall of muscle crushing you.

"y/n..."

he starts to pull out, and cove has another revelation that he did not think this through...

his cum is leaking from your spent hole, more cum pushing out with every squeeze of your insides, still twitchy from your orgasm.

"yes cove?"

cove swallows, meeting your eyes and he feels embarrassed that you already know what he's going to say. and that you clearly know how much this is turning him on.

"one.. one more round? i'll be more gentle, i just uh.."

you put your ankle on cove's shoulder. "cove, fuck me again."

cove tenses up, this is gonna end up being a long night...

#cove holden #our life: beginnings & always #smut #olba #cove holden x reader #cove x mc #cove x reader #cove holden smut #our life cove #cove our life #cove holden x reader smut #cove holden x mc #cove holden x mc smut

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gnocchibabie · 7 months

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Mended Scars

synopsis: a summer heatwave causes you and Simon to go to great lengths to escape the heat. Shedding his shirt, a particular scar of his is brought to your attention. After asking about it, you learn of his past.

tags/cw: implied smut, descriptions of canon violence (based off of the Ghost comics), depiction of scars

word Count: 1.3k

a/n: this is rushed and not proofread bc i just really wanted to get something down in writing. i love soft simon and i love vulnerability. love u guys bye.

The summer sun had flooded your apartment - a 92 degree heatwave forcing you and Simon to turn on every fan within the walls of your shared flat, lest your wallpaper start peeling off. Even for the summer, this heat was unheard of in the area where you lived. So you had gone into every room in your apartment, pulled the chain extending from the overheard ceiling fan, and had even brought out some oscillating fans that you had stored away, in hopes of keeping the sweltering temperatures at bay. It worked as well as it could, your fans putting some serious work into cooling your home. However, much to the dismay of you and Simon, the weatherman had reported the heatwave would be staying for around a week.

“Fucking American heat,” Simon grumbled one night as you two got ready for bed. You stood in the bathroom washing your face, working the cleanser into your skin in tight circles.

“This should be nothing to you,” you respond to Simon in between rinsing off your face and applying toner, “You’re deployed in countries that are like - a hundred degrees everyday.”

He scoffs at your teasing, “Yeah, well I like coming back here to get away from that.”

You’re patting your face dry now, “Oh? Is that the only reason you come back here?”

Turning off the bathroom light, you walk to your shared bed as Simon pulls back its covers. “Hm - maybe a few other reasons.” A wry smile makes its way to his face.

You help him pull the covers neatly off your bed, knowing they would just add to the suffocating heat and prevent you both from sleeping.

Satisfied with your work you flop onto your bed, limbs sprawling across the covers like a starfish. Simon mutters something about you ruffling the sheets and slips his shirt over his head - another attempt made to escape the creeping heat. Your eyes pass over his muscular back (which you had frankly seen more times than you could count, but it never manages to get old), and linger over the white scars that litter his skin. He turns to face you before climbing into bed and your gaze lands on the jagged scar that adorns the space under the left side of his chest, where his ribs end.

It was inevitable that someone in Simon’s profession would receive their fair share of dings and scrapes. The man had numerous bullet wounds and knife scars - those of which you had asked about him which would lead to Simon recounting the perilous mission in which he had received the markings. The scar that settled across his ribs was something entirely different. You had, of course, seen it before. You tried not to stare too long in the shower, with Simon pressed up next to you - working your favorite shampoo into your scalp. You made a conscious effort not to look below his chest that day at the beach as the waves beat against the two of you, forcing you to hold onto Simon while he hid an amused smile. You let your eyes linger over the spot of healed skin for only a moment when Simon was on top of you, driving his hips into yours as words of praise spilled from his mouth.

Never did you ask about it.

Simon lets out a content sigh as he settles into bed next to you, the noise bringing you out of your thoughts. Moonlight spills into the bedroom, softly illuminating you both. Resting your head on his chest, your eyes gravitate towards Simon’s scar once again. You wondered what had happened to leave such an angry, violent mark. You wondered how much it had hurt but decided against lingering on the thought, unable to stand the idea of Simon in that much pain.

A hand ghosts over your head and plays with your hair. “Y’alright, love?” Simon asks, “Quiet tonight.”

You allow your hand to find its way to the marred skin on Simon’s abdomen. The light touch causes him to tense up ever so slightly.

“Si…” you begin, “What happened here?”

A beat of silence.

“We don’t have to talk about it.” You quickly backtrack. Why did you even bring it up? If he hadn’t talked about it before, why would he now? You move your hand away from the scar.

Simon is silent but his fingers continue to move through your hair.

Feeling that you’ve crossed a line, you open your mouth to apologize. The last thing you wanted to do was bring up memories that were too painful for the man. You had gotten a few glimpses into what his past was like from passing comments he had made. What little you did know made your stomach turn. It had you amazed that the man you were laying on top of was even still here today.

“It came from a hook,” Simon responds before you can say anything, his voice surprisingly soft, “I was…hung from a hook.” Silence swallows the space between you two as you take in his words. Sweat begins to bead on your forehead, and you’re left unsure if it’s from the heat permeating throughout your house or from Simon’s gory revelation. Simon did not continue, seemingly unwilling to recount much of the event. Perhaps he was just sparing you the gory details, or maybe he couldn’t bear to recount the trauma of it all. You feel your heart break in real time from his words, along with a sharp pain forming in your own ribs from the thought of being strung up by a piercing, metal hook. It’s impossible to fathom the feeling, the pain that would come from such a thing. The aftermath. Tears sting your eyes. And threaten to roll down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry Si,” you whisper, “I’m sorry that happened to you. That you had to go through that.” His hands drop from your hair and settle on the small of your back.

Simon takes in a breath and places a kiss on the top of your head, “S’alright Y/N…it was a long time ago.”

You know from his tone and his words that Simon is not cross with you. You can feel it in the way his body relaxes, in his even breathing. You can hear it as your head rests against his chest, noting the calm beat of his heart.

Your heart stirs, moving you to lean down and place your lips on the damaged skin. Your kiss is light and soft, and causes Simon’s chest to tighten. Time had mended the physical wound that was etched permanently onto his skin, but he found that you - your love - had mended the emotional blemishes from the horrible ordeal.

Simon moves you back up to him, placing a gentle hand under your chin to look at him. He notices your watery eyes, “I’m okay love. I am now.” You offer a small smile and a simple, “Okay.” You could feel the sincerity in his words.

“Thank you for telling me. For trusting me.” You need him to know.

He simply hums in response, pulling you in for a kiss. Your lips part and the two of you settle back in next to each other. A comfortable silence spreads across the room. You silently wonder about Simon, about what else he’s gone through, and if he’ll ever recount the grimmest details of his past to you - like he had tonight.

You decided it didn’t matter either way what he did. This was good. This was enough. You were enough for each other, and that’s all that mattered.

Simon’s thick voice dismisses all your thoughts and worries, “Let’s go to bed, yeah love?”

You smile, “Yeah…goodnight Simon.”

“Goodnight, Y/N”

You both drift off to sleep tangled in each other’s limbs, covers kicked off the bed, blanketed instead by the soft light of the moon outside.

#he is everything to me #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley fluff #simon riley imagine

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pxgeturner · 27 days

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Miguel O'Hara is a world-renowned professional boxer, and Hobie's other best friend. One night he finally makes the two worlds collide and sparks immediately fly between the two of you. But will he distract you from meeting your publisher's deadline? And will you distract him from getting World Champ?

before you follow. m.list. Iron Fist gfx library. series m.list. tag list.

Prologue. I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. Epilogue.

wc. 1.5k

an. hi. its me! Giselle, or gi, or gigi to few (not to be confused w gg, that is one of my moots. she makes really cool art.) n e ways here is the awaited Prologue for Iron Fist. Oh goodness I'm so nervous. I just want to make a few things clear. the reader is an author (obvs). She's recently graduated uni and is Latina! I write with a woc!r in mind always. I try to be as inclusive as possible, pero porque soy Mexicana, r might lean towards being more Mexican but I'll try to keep her Spanish standard and not be too specific to my family's culture. much love! hope you enjoy <3

please don't forget to reblog! likes do nothing to boost engagement.

Your foot taps against the floor. The damn blank document stares back at you. Mocking you is what it’s really doing. Fuck you, you think, I achieved my goal. I published a book and it is a damn bestseller! Only problem is that the readers want more. It’s been… some time since your first book. And sure, Jess said you can take a break before starting a new project. But you also know that it’s good to ride on existing publicity. At least be able to make an announcement that you’re writing something while all this excitement lasts. Maybe you should write something about vampires. You love vampires and how they fit into romance and how them drinking blood is a euphemism just a bit away from, the whole cannibalism-equals-all-consuming-love trope and how when a vampire attacks it’s often an allegory for rape and— but you have nothing to add to the conversation. You have nothing new to say, no new perspective or hot take, or twist. You have nothing. No ideas.

Not a single word on the page.

You have an idea, leaning forward to peck the keyboard. “F-u-c-k. T-h-i-s!” You highlight the text and italicize it.

Fuck this. At least it’s words on the page.

You reach for your cup and take a sip. “If all else fails I can ride on the rest of the signing bonus and royalties for a bit since the book is doing good, and once that dries up, I can apply to be circulation assistant at a library or something.” You sigh and take another sip. “But nobody has to know for now.” You get up, searching for your phone. You find it resting on the arm of the couch, you grab it, sliding onto the cushions, resting your head where your phone just was. “God, don’t make me a one hit wonder, I wanna be a star. I wanna be the one to push that bitch Colleen Hoover into obsoletion. Please God. Please.”

You open your phone and look for your mother on speed dial.

“Hola, nena!” Your mama’s voice is happy, she must be having a good day. You move into the kitchen. You need a snack.

“Hey, mama, how are you?” You hold the cell with your shoulder as you look through your pantry.

“Good, good,” you find a pack of roasted seaweed snacks and grab it.

“I went on a date anoche.” Your shoulder drops and the pack of seaweed slips out of your grasp.

Mi mami fue a una cita. Con un man! You stand there, trying to process that she is actually back on the dating scene.

“How did it—” you aren’t holding your phone anymore. You use the wall as support to lower yourself to pick up your phone and snack.

“—ay, mami, lo siento, mi cellular se cayo de mi mano.”

“Todo bien, hija! I’m glad you’re ok.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ok, I’m ok. Anyways— how was the date? What’s he like? Am I going to have a stepfather soon?” you joke.

“My time for marriage is gone, muñeca, I’m just looking for companionship, pero, tu lo sabes.” You hear some subtle clinking in the background of the call, she must be stirring her coffee. You open your snack and park yourself on the couch. “Are you writing?” Ugh. Not you, too.

“I was, just finished for a bit before I called you.”

“You called me to procrastinate.” You choke on your seaweed from the accusation.

You clear your throat, “I called to check in with you. I call you practically every day.”

“But right now you called me to check up on me as an excuse to not write. Nena, I know you.”

“Okay, fine. I might be having some writer’s block,” you admit, sighing.

“And that’s okay, nena, but then you need to get out, get some inspiration. Allow the world to give you a story.” There’s mama, with her easier-said-than-done advice. But, maybe you should get out of the house.

“Alright, I’ll go out soon.”

“Tonight,”

“—I will go out to the Chinese place across the street and nothing more. I’ll talk with Hobie when he gets back to see if he has any ideas.” You hear your mama make a noise in her throat.

“You still live with that boy?” Here it comes. You’ve lived with Hobie Brown for three years and have known him for five. She’s always been apprehensive of him, since he’s radical and looks like he’s been in jail, with all the metal in his face, and why does his hair look like that? But Hobie is the one who’s kept you sane all these years. He’s held you while you cried and pushed out of your comfort zone when you were getting too stuck into your routines, most likely by dragging you to a concert or a protest. You help him thrift and flip clothes and ever since that one time his stylist had an emergency and canceled, you now help him tighten his wicks every so often. On days like that the two of you stay in, watching nostalgic movies and listening to any demos he’s recorded recently. He’s like a brother to you at this point.

“Yes, mama, I still live with Hobie. Nothing’s changed.” You move the phone down to your chest and take a deep breath.

“I didn’t like him when I first met him,” you clench your jaw as she continues— “…and although he’s one of those kids, I can tell he is a good boy. I’m glad he takes care of you.” You relax. “But it wouldn’t hurt to have someone you could kiss.” “It would be nice, but right now it’s not happening.” “Alright, muñeca. I’ll leave you alone for now, but keep your eyes open for a nice man.”

“I will, con cuidado, mami, besitos.” You make a kissing noise into the phone, and she responds with a goodbye of her own, and you wait for her to hang up the call.

You sigh, and look at the coffee table. Hobie left his song book at home, weird. It’s open to the song he was working on the other day. It’s a slower song, you can still hear the melody. You drum your fingers to the tune. He’s on an unfinished verse. You pick up a pen from the little catch-all dish and scribble down a line or two.

…

Hobie weaves through the roar of chattering, anticipating fans and into the tunnel, and walks past employees and into Miguel's prep room to see him tying his shoes. “Hey,” Miguel looks up. “Hey.”

“Are you excited?” He moves to sit by the boxer, shimmying up against his shoulder.

“Haven’t really been excited for one of these in a while.” Miguel breathes.

“Well, one step closer to retirement!” Hobie bounces out of his seat. He turns to face his friend, putting a hand on his shoulder. “You’re gonna do great, you big fuckin’ bear of a man.” He ruffle’s Miguel’s hair.

Miguel gives a half-ass hum in response.

“Well then, I’ll be out there, mate, cheerin’ you on.” He puts his hands in his vest pockets and walks out the room.

As he reaches the empty doorframe, Miguel speaks up. “Thank you, Hobie.”

“Anything for you, mate.” Hobie nods and goes to join the audience. Miguel fastens his gloves and puts on his robe. He warms up waiting for his coach.

“Ready, O’Hara?”

Miguel turns around. “Always ready for a fight.” He clenches his jaw. Walking down that hallway, the festive colors lighting up his path and the music blaring, he does his little bit, the movements molded into muscle memory.

This is it. This is his last year fighting. If he gets world champ again, he’s free.

Soon, he gets to fight his last fight. And dammit, the world championship will be his last match. Then, he’s never gonna have to come back.

He weaves under the ropes, entering the ring. Sitting on the stool, he shrugs off the robe and lets Carlos put the mouthguard in.

“You are going to show this guy exactly why people call you el oso!” Miguel beats his gloves together and nods. He might not like his job right now, but he really wants to hit something and goddammit if his opponent doesn’t look so beatable right now.

Coach Carlos steps out of the way, and Miguel stands to walk to the ref as he calls for him to center.

“We went over the rules in the dressing room.” Right before Hobie got here. “I want to remind you to protect yourself at all times, and obey my commands.” Ring the damn bell already. “God bless you both,” I don’t need it but this kid might. “Touch up,” here we go. He touches gloves with his newbie opponent and each goes back to their respective corners.

Miguel takes an orthodox stance.

The bell rings.

Miguel lands the first punch. He also lands the last.

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The King Has Lost His Crown

Pairing: ex!Dieter Bravo x gn!Reader

Summary: Dieter shows up on your doorstep

Tags: dieter being a pathetic loser, drug mention, angst WC: 703

A/N: This is my entry for @freelancearsonist's ABBA Drabble Challenge. I could have gone smutty with this, but I went angsty instead. I may still write the smut version later idk.

Dieter Bravo Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi

You sit down on your couch with a glass of wine, settling in for a nice evening of watching mindless TV. Your phone starts buzzing – Dieter Bravo is calling you. You’ve removed his contact, but you couldn’t ever bring yourself to block the number you know by heart. You hit the red Fuck You button and toss your phone to the side.

Throughout an entire episode of some shitty reality show, your phone lights up with texts. You finally pick it up to read them:

Please answer the phone

Its Dieter

I miss u

Can u call me pls?

Baby

Baby ]:

Just as you’re about to tell him to fuck off, your doorbell rings. You check the ring camera and see that he’s standing on your fucking porch. You hope LA suddenly has a cold snap and he freezes to death out there. Okay, maybe that’s a little harsh. But he could stand to lose a toe or two.

He rings the doorbell again – starts just continuously pressing the button until the sound drives you so crazy you have to open the door. And he’s standing there looking like an abandoned puppy in his brown fuzzy coat and a pair of basketball shorts that are too long. You used to find his disheveled appearance endearing, but now it just adds to how pathetic he seems.

“You have 10 seconds to explain where you found the audacity to show up at my house, Bravo.”

He winces at your icy tone, brow furrowing over those pretty brown eyes. He tugs a few strands of his hair, making it stick up even more.

“Baby, just let me in and I’ll explain everything.”

“No. Explain here.”

Dieter sighs, world weary, long and drawn out. You go to close the door on him, but he shoves a croc covered foot into the crack before you can get it closed.

“Wait!”

You open the door enough to see him, but not enough to let him push his way inside the house.

“What happened with your new girl, Dieter?”

“She wasn’t you.”

For a second you almost believe him. Almost. But liars never change.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. What actually happened?”

“What do you think happened?” He mutters, rolling his eyes.

“I think you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants, as usual, and she got fed up.”

“Yeah? Well. Maybe you’re right,” his tone shifts to something like shame, his face turning red. “Are you gonna let me in?”

“Oh absolutely not. You really think you can show up here after getting dumped for cheating on the girl you cheated on me with? Do you think I’m stupid?”

“No,” his brow furrows even deeper. “Of course not. I just thought–”

“It must be so hard for you. All the drugs and pretty people you could ever desire and all you ever do is fuck it up. You’re a disaster. A fucking disgrace. I bet your mamá is real fuckin proud of you. Get out of my face, Dieter. Get off my porch. Go fuck someone else’s life up.”

You slam the door in his face and start crying immediately. The tears come faster than you can wipe them from your face, leaving tracks down your cheeks.

You loved him, you really did. Maybe you still do. But you can’t put yourself through that bullshit again.

–-

Dieter slumps down on the doorstep, not quite ready to accept defeat. He thinks you’ll come out soon, offer him a cup of tea and a snack, maybe cuddle with him on the couch.

His life is a mess, but the one good thing he’s ever had was you. He lost you and it was completely his fault. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever get over you. He needs to win you back, prove he can be a good person, a good partner.

He leans back against the door, prepping for an uncomfortable night – sober and stuck outside. He falls asleep eventually and wakes with the sunrise. You never came out to get him. Didn’t even offer him a blanket. You are well and truly done with him, and he only has himself to blame.

#abba drabble challenge #freelancearsonist #Dieter Bravo #Dieter Bravo fics #Dieter Bravo fanfiction #Dieter Bravo x reader #Dieter Bravo x you #The Bubble fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character fanfiction #ppcu fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction

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hoonfication · 1 year

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. . . TWO TIMES A CH✶RM

IN WHICH ! xiao, your boyfriend for three years suddenly breaks up with you through text and then leaves the country leaving you with no explanation at all

three years had passed and here you are, you tell yourself you're over him and you're way more happy without him until you've heard that he's back oh that's fine you guys aren't even gonna see each other anyway wrong.

seems like he's going to attend the same college as you and well you're just in luck turns out he's also your roommate

or in other words. . . maybe its a sign that you guys should restart again, who knows maybe two times a ch✶rm . . .

— ❝ I don't even think that you care like I do ❞ ✦ a XIAO x gender neutral reader smau !

GENRE ♡ EXES TO LOVERS !? ♡ FLUFF ♡ ANGST ♡ COLLEGE AU !

— WARNINGS ✶ swearing, cheating (?), mentions of alcohol, & kys jokes

STATUS ↝ COMPLETED ୨୧ / TAGLIST ⋆ CLOSED

— ♪ currently playing ❝ Let You Break My Heart Again ❞ ♫

꒰ ✿ means written parts ꒱

✿ 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 — 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿 / “𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗲” 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗱𝗼. / 𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘀

— ❝ heaven knows I've tried ❞

✿ 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲

𝟬𝟭 h h he’s back!?

𝟬𝟮 what if this was my last straw (✿)

𝟬𝟯 I moved on, leave me alone!

𝟬𝟰 rumors are everywhere

𝟬𝟱 new lover

𝟬𝟲 not bothered tbh

𝟬𝟳 happy for him ig (✿)

𝟬𝟴 dorm life era

𝟬𝟵 oh my god pls be fr (✿)

𝟭𝟬 i will kms

— ❝ one day, I will stop falling in love with you ❞

𝟭𝟭 moving in (✿)

𝟭𝟮 tension is in the air

𝟭𝟯 you wouldn’t mind, right? (✿)

𝟭𝟰 so awks

𝟭𝟱 thirdwheel (✿)

𝟭𝟲 no i am NOT jealous

𝟭𝟳 jaw on the floor (✿)

𝟭𝟴 unexpected trio (✿)

𝟭𝟵 project over

𝟮𝟬 let’s go out as in a date (✿)

𝟮𝟭 are we abt to kiss rn

𝟮𝟮 just the two of us (✿)

𝟮𝟯 oh. (✿)

— ❝ some day, someone will like me like I like you ❞

𝟮𝟰 fucked up (✿)

𝟮𝟱 mission; avoid him at all cost

𝟮𝟲 let me come over pls

��𝟳 drinks and feelings (✿)

𝟮𝟴 false hope

𝟮𝟵 we need to talk

𝟯𝟬 im sorry (✿)

𝟯𝟭 no more hoes

— ❝ then of course I'll let you break my heart again ❞

𝟯𝟮 stop lying (✿)

𝟯𝟯 cheaters can’t complain

𝟯𝟰 apocalypse (✿)

𝟯𝟱 let’s talk this out please (✿)

𝟯𝟲 I’ll think about it

𝟯𝟳 truth unfold (✿)

— ❝ some day, one day I will stop falling in love with you ❞

𝟯𝟴 is he flirting (✿)

𝟯𝟵 he wants u

𝟰𝟬 date night (✿)

𝟰𝟭 mixed signals (✿)

𝟰𝟮 he moved OUT?? (✿)

— ❝ until I do, I'll be thinking of you ❞

𝟰𝟯 he's leaving AGAIN

𝟰𝟰 give it

𝟰𝟱 oh em gee ganyu

𝟰𝟲 why r u like this (✿)

𝟰𝟳 ok u guys can stop kissing now.. (✿)

𝟰𝟴 let you break my heart again.

𝟱𝟬 happy ever after or not 😈 (✿)

extras

what if the reader ended up w/ ALBEDO instead?

# NOTES

✶ english is not my first language so pls don’t be so hard on me

✶ I’ll try to update frequently :D

✶ I’ll add you in the taglist! just ask! 🫶

✶ and here for the playlist of the smau created by the wonderful jellyfish anon

# TAGLIST — ✶ @thefandomcrow @sakiimeo @swivy123 @zappybatz @motherscrustytoenailclippings @chsyug @erisan01 @lylovw @scarletttcroww @retiredmommylover @sukunasrealgf @onmywaytoteyvat @mjtalksaboutanything @chronicfic @otomegame-oneshots @yukisluv @urdads @yuminako @etaerealboy @xxblackroses623xx @starringyau @dexocore @grvngexiao @tamikahoshiko @xoyumiqls @mechanicalbeat1 @ixromzi @lemo-nadde @moon-z0ne @articmaskeddemon @luvrzan @cayl33n @cupiro @lxkeeeee @rin-nyrasti-writes @nambii @livelaughlovekuni @quackimilktea @maxineshearts @yelleloww @chalksdreams @plinkuro @fangygf

[ bold means I can’t tag you ! ]

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chrismcleanswife · 1 year

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Hiiii I luv your blog! I was wondering if you could do some hcs for mal, chris and Duncan with a s/o that has age regression and their little age is about 3-5ish if u dont know what agere is look it up im bad at explaining. Ok byeeeee

🐠🎀 𝐌𝐚𝐥, 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫! 🎀🐠

(ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ'ꜱ ʀᴇɢʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴀɢᴇ ɪꜱ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ 3-5 ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏʟᴅ ɢᴀᴘ)

A/N -> The reader's attitude when they are on their little space is based on my best friend's who's also an agere and also on some researching I did by myself, so sorry if this is not accurate in some point of the headcanons, thanks for reading ^^

♥🔥🄼🄰🄻🔥♥

♥🔥 -> Despite him being a full-on maniac with other people, with you, his beautiful partner is definitely more caring and calm, even if it's hard to see to the outsiders.

♥🔥 -> So, when you are finally able to open up to him about your age regression he is calmly telling you that he doesn't care about it, not in a negative way, but instead in a way of telling you he'll still love you and care about you the same.

♥🔥 -> Let's now move on to his behavior when you're age regressed, okay? <3

♥🔥 -> He is very gentle with his movements, not wanting by any chance to scare your little mind.

♥🔥 -> His resting bitch-face is still on but you can tell by his actions and body language that he means no harm, so you are relaxed on his presence.

♥🔥 -> If you like playing games when you are in your little space then he is all for playing hide and seek.

♥🔥 -> Just don't expect him to be all excited when trying to find you because he'll be rolling his eyes almost all the time and will walk slowly and with some sort of mumbling you can't understand lol.

♥🔥 -> He'll also be like ❝Oh, where'd did Y/N go? I can't find them anywere!❞ with the most deadpan face you'll ever seen and the most sarcastic tone of voice while you're hiding behind a lamp.

♥🔥 -> If you are more of a cuddly agere, then he'll gladly sit in the sofa watching the TV while you curl into his side, his hand sometimes going to ruffle your hair slightly.

♥🔥 -> If you draw or do little handcrafts when you are in your little space he will compliment them with a little genuine smile, and If you happen to gift something to him he will out your drawing on the fridge or put your little hand made gift on top of one of his bedroom shelfs.

♥✨🄲🄷🅁🄸🅂✨♥

♥✨ -> Chris McLean it'd be eh?

♥✨ -> We all know that he is internally a child and by that I mean that when you are in your little space it is going to be an experience to remember!

♥✨ -> He'll be grinning smugly while he picks you up and gives you piggyback rides (only if you are comfortable with that ofc).

♥✨ -> He'll also love playing with you.

♥✨ -> Nothing too much, but maybe a bit of tag or hide and seek.

♥✨ -> He'll probably get tired after 10 minutes or playing but at least he tried lol 💀

♥✨ -> He will play dress up with you and sure as hell will bring Chef along lmao.

♥✨ -> You will watch as the two of them get dressed like women and start chatting with that high-pitched voice and pretend they're in a tea party with you.

♥✨ -> The two of them will be having the time of their lives while doing so lmao 😂

♥✨ -> He'll also let you do his makeup.

♥✨ -> Please, and I insist, PLEASE use blue coloured eye shadow and barbie pink lipstick, you can also add rimmel and brush.

♥✨ -> He will keep the makeup on for a long time, probably until he hears someone knocking on the door on smth, and then he'll rush to take it off in two seconds because he knows that whoever it is will tease him about it for EVER.

♥✨ -> He is also up to just get into bed and cuddle while the TV plays your favourite or comfort show for a while.

♥✨ -> He'll probably be reading stuff on his phone or chatting with Chef but he will pay attention if you ask him to.

♥🍏 🄳🅄🄽🄲🄰🄽 🍏♥

♥🍏 -> Okay, this boy is definitely more laid back than Chris but not as deadpan as Mal.

♥🍏 -> He would love to play hide and seek with you.

♥🍏 -> Like LOVE.

♥🍏 -> But, you know, not the classical version, that one version in which you play with the lights off.

♥🍏 -> Of course if that makes you scared he will stop.

♥🍏 -> But if you enjoy it then he will gladly seek for you in the house and then yell "boo!" when he finds you, tuckling you in his arms.

♥🍏 -> If you want, he can take you to the nearest park so you can play in the swings or enjoy yourself in the monkey bars.

♥🍏 -> If there is any food you like especially he will try and make it, or buy it in case it's a sweet/pastry/dessert, and you both will enjoy it after lunch.

♥🍏 -> If you are a more calm agere, then he'll gladly put a blanket on the living room floor and lay there with you.

♥🍏 -> You two can play palm/clap games if you like them!

♥🍏 -> If you want to sleep then he'll gladly tuck you in bed and then get in with you.

♥🍏 -> He'll probably rest as usual, his arms above his head in a comfy way, and you can curl up to his side resting your head on his chest if you want.

♥🍏 -> He can also tell you stories from when he was in JUVIE, obviously changing the dark/gory parts and changing the context slightly so you think it's just a very unusual and funny fairytale.

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donutz · 2 months

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KickinChicken x reader Valentine's Day special[5♡8]

—☆You are a smiling critter in this, if u want to know which one(but don't know what animal or insect to pick) you could start out as a sheep!

What did they do in the morning on Valentines?

— He woke up Hoppy and bragged to her about his gifts he’ll give to you

— “Yo, you wake me up again and I’m going to spoil your gifts to Sheepy.”

— He went wide eyed, mouth open and everything

— https://www.pinterest.com/pin/227431849925606545/

— Then he frowned and went back to sleep

What did they do for you?

— He poked at you while you were sleeping

— Just a funny little prank!!

— He gave you much more hugs at the start of February

— He now gives you a little smooch when it’s bedtime!!!

What did they get you?

— One of his very special soccer balls!!

— A gift wrapped present, like the type you’d get on Christmas, it had 5 roses, that’s all(inside of the box)

— A fortune teller, “For fortune of course!” He says.

— Some sports stickers

What did you give them?

— A football, with your name signed on it(he will treasure it forever)

— Some sports stickers, he isn’t into stickers but for you he’s doesn’t mind

— A shirt with your face on it!

— A biggggg hug!

— And a little kiss!

Did they do anything special? (Extra hugs, kisses, changing their routine etc.)

— Special as in bragging about his gifts he’s gonna give to you to his best friend, as in Hoppy?

— Yep!

— He also gave you extra hugs!

— He changed up his routine a tiny bit! Which is just waking up earlier to brag to Hoppy

What activities did you both do?

— He thought pretty hard about what to do for Valentine’s Day

— He tried to think about doing anything other than physical activity, but he’s stumped.

— So, you two didn’t do just soccer, but dodgeball! Sharks and mentos, tag, childhood games basically

— He got really competitive in it, and tried SO hard not to brag when he won

— He’s a bragging typa guy

Did they seem brighter today?

— He seemed the same

— But was very excited

— Secretly

Anything new about their appearance?

— He wore a little suit!!

— Looking like such a distinguished gentleman!!

— He asked Bubba if he looked alright

— Bubba thought really hard about it, then said he looked fine

— Not that disgusting way

How many times did they say I love you?

— He said it specifically 13 times

— Because he thought it was a lucky number

— You wanted to tell him it wasn’t, but didn’t have the heart to

— But Bubba did

— Kickin immediately apologized and then said I love you so it could be 14 times

Did they ask to be your Valentines, or did they ask if you could be their Valentines? There’s a difference!

— Accidentally said will he be your Valentine’s

— He was a little bit nervous!!

— He didn’t realize what he said until like, a minute later

— “Oh shoot! I said it the other way around didn’t I?!”

— He did mean it the other way around, but wouldn’t mind what he said originally

What did they do the night before Valentine's Day?

— He was kicking his FEET when going to bed

— He was very excited, he couldn’t even sleep without bothering Hoppy

Were they shy asking to be your Valentines or when they asked if you could be their Valentines?

— Surprisingly, not surprisingly, yes

— Also was one of the reasons he messed up what he was actually going to say

— He seemed confident you’d say yes, but was HOPING you’d say it

Did they add anything extra to their areas(their little homes)? Or their activities?

— He isn’t the type to decorate

— At all

— If you’re talking about sports, sure.

— But anything else? No!!

What did they do when it was time to sleep?

— Bother Hoppy

Question♡ Were you the one who watched everybody get something for Valentine's Day? Or is it the other way around(as in you ARE the everybody)?

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime x reader #smiling critters #gender neutral #gender neutral reader #gn reader #kickinchicken x reader fluff alphabet #kickinchicken fluff alphabet #kickinchicken x reader #kickinchicken #kickinchicken x gender neutral reader #kickinchicken x gender neutral reader valentines day special #kickinchicken x reader valentines day special #valentines day special #valentines day

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