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parrythisucasual · 6 months

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*flies into your inbox*

Hiya! I recently discovered your account and I AM IN LOVE WITH YOUR WRITING

Is it alright if I request Jax x GenderNeutral!Reader, but Reader is a Magician and has ✨ magician rizz ✨ (they flirt a lot)

Like, Magician!Reader would constantly preform tricks (card guessing, making things disappear and reappear, pulling a rabbit jax out of a hat, etc) and brightens up the mood a lot

It’ll be really funny if they prank everyone too! Nothing harmless, just giving a small fright, and stealing nearby character accessories (Pompi’s hat, Ragatha’s bow, Jax’s keys) and using them in their magic tricks

(I just want to squeeze Jax to oblivion so bad it doesn’t feel healthy at all 🫠)

Thank you!

I DID MY BEST IMSORRYFORTHEWAIT

Jax x Magician! Reader

You were the life of the circus! Everyone loved your jokes and tricks. Except for Jax, of course, but that was most likely because you’d used him as a prop once too many times. It wasn’t your fault he was so funny! And besides, yanking a rabbit out of a hat was a classic, right?

Speaking of tricks, you were “on stage” once more, performing your little heart out. With a wave of your hand, Ragatha’s bow was no longer in her hair, now pinched between your finger and thumb, “Dear me! Are you missing something~?” you taunt playfully. Ragatha chuckles, clapping a bit, “How’d you even do that?”

“Ah-ah! Haven’t you heard?” you toss her bow back to her, “a magician never reveals their secrets!” You wiggled your fingers, snapping and a coin appeared. The coin danced between each finger, somersaulting over each knuckle effortlessly.

“Although,” you muse, walking past her, “Some tricks I might teach. When they're not so…” you lift your hand, the coin missing, “...amazing anymore.” You step past her, heading for the kitchen. You weren't hungry, no, you couldn't be, but you were in the mood for a snack anyway.

Rounding the corner, you smack straight into Jax. Your stack of cards flies out of your breast pocket, scattering across the floor. You grin, chuckling a little at him, “...and that’s how you do a 52 pickup?” you joke.

Jax rolls his eyes, but bends down to help you pick up the cards, “Maybe you wouldn’t have to perform a pickup if you’d watch where you’re going, sparkles.” You raise a brow, shifting the cards into a neat stack, “Sparkles?”

“You know. Sparkles, glitter, magic!” he wiggles his fingers on one hand as he hands you the cards with the other. You grin, “That wasn’t clear at all, Bunny.” He stands, helping you up, “It was totally clear! You’re just too dumb to get it.”

You wink at him, “Careful how you talk to me! I just might need a rabbit for my next performance~” He glares at you, “Don’t even think about it!” he snaps. You chuckle again, “You’re a riot, Jax! I love hanging out with you.”

He pauses, the anger melting from his face to be replaced by curious confusion, “You… do? I thought you hated me, like everyone else.” Your smile disappears, “Jax, nobody hates you. Especially not me. How can I?”

He shrugs, “I dunno. Just seems like you would.” You fall silent, unsure of what to do next, when an idea creeps into your brain and takes hold. You slowly smile again, a mischievous little smirk, “Say… you wanna see a magic trick?” He stares at you a moment, suspicious, “Sure…” his tone is nervous, yet curious. You lean up, giving him a quick kiss, before giving jazz hands, “And that’s how you steal someone’s breath away!” You bounce around the corner, leaving the stunned blushing bunny behind, “See you later, Jax~!”

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #jax #tadc jax #tadc x reader #jax x reader #tadc jax x reader #the amazing digital circus jax

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theemporium · 1 year

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Sirius x confident\playful! Gryffindor! Reader

Person A: “Did you really think this was going to work?”

Person B: “Nah, figured it could result in a funny story though, even if it didn’t.”

changed the dialogue a little so it would work better but thank you for requesting!🖤

Many people didn’t like Sirius Black would ever meet his match until he met you.

It wasn’t a mystery to the students of Hogwarts what kind of wizard Sirius was. He was suave and charming, a massive flirt with both ladies and men, and he would always be the one to put a smile on anyone’s face, whether it be through his harmless pranks or witty jokes or quick remarks he shared during class.

But if there was one person who could match his energy, it was you.

You never backed down from a challenge and that was exactly what Sirius Black was to you. It was a game of cat and mouse that nobody quite understood, and neither did you but you liked playing it and you liked playing with the tension between you both.

He would flirt, you would flirt back. He teased you, you would tease him back. He would provoke you, you would push his buttons. It was back and forth and it was entertaining for all of Hogwarts to watch just how either of you would deal with it.

But the game itself led to a handful of questionable and stress-inducing moments quite like the one you currently found yourself in.

“This is your fault, Black.”

“Now now, love, I wouldn’t go pointing fingers just yet—”

“We are literally trapped, Sirius.”

“Maybe I just wanted to spend some time with you.”

You shot the boy a somewhat amused look before your gaze fell back on the problem at hand. You weren’t sure how you managed to let Sirius talk you into the whole thing. Okay, that was a lie. You knew exactly how he did it, just like he did everything else by challenging you until you bit the bait he was waving in your face.

But now it resulted in both of you being trapped in the astronomy tower with a box of items that would make McGonagall want to retire early and a wizard who seemed far too relaxed for the given situation.

“Did you really think this was going to work?” you asked him, your wand pointed at the jammed lock as you tried a plethora of spells but none of them worked.

“Not really,” Sirius admitted as he leaned against a nearby pillar, taking delight in just watching you rather than helping out. “But I thought it would make a funny story regardless.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “You’re something else, Black.”

“And you like it,” he sang, pushing away from the pillar as he began to make his way towards you. “You like it enough that you came up here with me…alone.”

You turned to face him. “Was I supposed to bring some friends?”

“Is that what you’re into, love?” he teased, now less than a few steps away from you but you didn’t move from your spot.

“Why? Need some details for your fantasies?” you asked innocently, relishing in the way his eyes darkened.

“You wanna show instead of telling?” he retorted, his gaze falling to your lips for a split second as you closed the distance between you both, chests now almost brushing against each other.

“You think you could look but not touch?” you countered, delighting in the way his cheeks burned pink. “Aw, getting nervous, Sirius?”

“No,” he lied through his teeth.

“Want me to keep going?” you asked.

“Please.”

Your lips twitched upwards. “I do love it when a boy begs for me.”

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writefightandflightclub · 8 months

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Santi +/x AuDHD!reader headcanons

(could be platonic or romantic - but written as not co-habiting)

Author’s note: maybe this is too niche, idk, but sometimes I like to think about the blorbos and how they’d interact with an AuDHD reader (because that’s me, so for obvious reasons). I headcanon that Santi is particularly compatible with a neurodivergent reader, maybe because I’m being self-indulgent… but also because why on earth would he not be? So here are a few poorly written / cobbled together thoughts which have been rattling around in my brain.

PLEASE NOTE: These are written in as general a way as I could manage (which may make it slightly less fulfilling, sorry, as it’s therefore lost specificity) but please note: since everyone who is AuDHD is so completely and vastly different, I couldn’t possibly have made this “fit” everyone’s experiences. Sorry if there are things you don’t relate to, but I tried to include a few more common experiences in there so hopefully there’s at least something.

Also! If you have any hcs of your own (for any Oscar/Pedro characters) PLEASE share them because I want more ND!reader content out there! 😀🧡 (Will also consider ND!reader requests if you have them, provided I think I can do it justice!)

Warnings: brief mention of panic attacks / anxiety (Santi). Geared towards ways that Santi helps reader out - that’s where my head was at, so it is what it is. Broadly neuro-affirming, I’m not putting anyone down for any traits ofc, even if they do cause challenges sometimes! Hope that makes sense!

Santi is so organised and tidy. He can make a plan and execute it with great attention to detail (have you seen that storage locker?!). If you struggle to stay organised and keep the house tidy etc., Santiago will have no issue helping you out, whether it’s coming up with a routine, creating a system, or simply doing a quick blitz anytime he’s over at your house. He finds it sorta therapeutic anyway, and you never feel like he’s doing it because he judges you or the condition of your place. It’s just wired into him to find order. Hell, sometimes if you lose something around the place you call him to see if HE can remember where he last saw it, and usually he can. That military routine never really left him, even all those years later, so he’s a great constant for modelling structure!

Santi will FaceTime you to body-double whatever chores you want to complete. For example; you have a Wednesday evening tradition to call each other while you each fold the laundry, or do whatever else you need to get done. You do get things done, and he makes you laugh the whole time too. He sticks to this routine as much as he can, no matter what else he has going on, or which country he is in. He loves this quality time with you, and to him it’s just a bonus that it helps you out.

Running late to meet him? He’s learned to bring a book and a flask of coffee along. He’ll wait, you’re worth it.

Sensitive to noise? Santi can’t relate fully, but he knows what it’s like for some sounds to instil negative effects. (See how this veteran is feeling around the fireworks at 4th July and you’ll get it.) He will respect your need for quiet when you need it. Besides, he’s slowed down a lot since his younger years and more and more enjoys the little things like curling up and reading a book. That said, if you want some stimulation and fancy hitting a dive bar with blasting music, or wanna dance in the kitchen, he can also be convinced. He has the range to accommodate all of your sensory preferences, your routines and your impulsive ideas, and he’ll gladly follow your flow.

He’s a magician at regulating you. This man is observant and can read people like nobody’s business, so he knows when you’re getting overstimulated or overwhelmed - often before anyone else does. When he sees it happen he’s happy to help you calm your nervous system however you need. Whether that’s a soft / firm hug, distracting you by talking to you in his soothing voice, working-out with you, letting you fidget with him - his hands, bracelets, whatever - or borrowing a texture of his, like playing with his soft curls.

Better believe this guy sends you texts throughout the day to check that you’ve eaten / drank water.

If you’re running late to an appointment and he’s free he will 100% drive you.

He loves to cook and always “accidentally” makes extra, so that you always have a stock of tasty “emergency” meals in your freezer for days when you don’t have the energy / functioning to cook.

Don’t wanna make the phone call? Santi will do it for you. Besides, he can charm the socks off of anyone so it’s probably best he deals with it anyway.

Santi is charming but he also has the ability to be straight down the line in his communication, especially with you as he trusts you so much. That means you rarely have to guess what he’s thinking or feeling about any particular thing. He lays it out for you and that’s super helpful. Of course, he can be closed off about his more complex, deeper emotions, but that’s something you seem to bring out of him - at least, in ways that no-one else has managed. You’ve had plenty of deep heart-to-hearts with the man and you know you can count on each other in a pinch, whether you need comfort or to vent about something you have going on.

Santi experiences panic attacks and anxiety and can relate to some of the ways you also struggle. He gets that people’s brains work in different ways and he’s far from judgemental about that. You’ve never once made him feel lesser when he’s been struggling and he will NEVER do that to you either.

Your sense of humour cracks him up no end.

He loves that you can be “blunt” / direct / a little “too honest”. He always knows where he stands with you, and for someone as (secretly) insecure as Santi that’s no small thing.

If you indicate you are burnt-out… he BELIEVES you. No questions asked - except for what you need, of course.

Forgotten something? Santi has started carrying spares. This man is nothing if not prepared, and now that simply extends to you. Whatever day-to-day items you carry (or often lose) he makes a mental note of the item and brand and buys multiple - for his place, his truck, wherever.

This man has social skills galore, so you can lean on him at parties, or in whatever situation if you’re feeling uncomfy or want a “way in” to a conversation. You can even leave him to do all the talking if you like, though of course he will enable you to have the floor if he can see that you want it. On the flip side, if you talk a lot, he is absolutely listening and rapt with whatever you are coming out with.

Don’t always look him in the eye? That’s okay. The man is so beautiful he’s used to people not being able to stare directly at him 😝 Besides, he finds you and your mannerisms completely charming.

He’s deadly, sure, but overall he’s actually quite a calm and not hugely reactive person - especially in a crisis. That can be so helpful in balancing you out on some occasions where you may react in a heightened way, or be emotional or worried / catastrophising about something. Despite his ability to skip town at the drop of a hat - before deciding to stick around - he does have the ability to be pretty steady and stable and sometimes that’s what you need.

He appreciates you and everything you do for him. He helps you out sometimes but you never feel “in his debt”. He is endlessly praising all of your amazing strengths and attributes (amidst some fond teasing ofc) and appreciates all that you are as well as all you do for him, and he couldn’t ask for a better person to have in his corner.

#santiago pope garcia x reader #AuDHD!reader #Santiago Garcia x reader #neurodivergent!reader

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gingerjunhan · 6 months

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hii gjh !!

hope you've been taking care of yourself, and taking your delulu pills (cuz I certainly haven't been)

I neeeed to know your thoughts on XDH OT6 with a energetic partner? I don't wanna say they give off total folder retriever puppy vibes, but just like a extroverted bubbly partner?

heart eyes for them, much love

🎲 anon

☆彡 hiiii 🎲anon! Thank you for sending this request in! This is both for you can for my lovely 🧈anon, since you both requested something similar! I hope you both enjoy, and sorry it took so long

word count: 964 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: (fake) proposal w/ Jiseok, not proofread, lmk if I missed something!

goo gunil

I think Gunil would LOVE an energetic, bubbly partner 🥹

he’s constantly cracking jokes and trying to make people laugh so when you two are together you’re basically laughing nonstop!!

I also do think that since he’s the oldest of the group, having a really bubbly partner would probably put him into Dad Mode™️ sometimes?

yes he loves laughing and goofing off with you but maybe sometimes he feels the need to take the reigns as the “responsible” one

that’s not a bad thing!

it sets up a really good dynamic between the two of you

if he’s in a more “serious” mood you can easily get him out of it

he just loves how bright your personality is :(

you never ever fail to cheer him up when he’s upset, and the same goes for you too!

Gunil and a really giggly partner would have SUCH a good dynamic together- there would never be a dull moment!

kim jungsu

Jungsu strikes me as the opposite of Gunil

while Gunil is typically silly with serious moments, Jungsu is often serious with some silly moments sprinkled throughout

he’s Mom Mode™️, if I may

so I think having an energetic partner would be great for Jungsu!

I mean, c’mon… look at his dynamic with Jiseok…

you would remind him that it’s okay to take a breather and have some fun once in a while!

to me Jungsu is very stoic, and you would definitely be able to crack that facade

I think an energetic partner would bring out a side of Jungsu that not many people would get to see

he definitely lets loose when he’s with you

he would probably be a little more talkative and outgoing!

your bubbly energy would definitely bring out the bubbly energy in him as well

kwak jiseok

you and Jiseok together would be unstoppable in my opinion

once one of you gets going with the jokes it would be hard to stop

truly the happiest couple I’ve ever seen

everything you do is hilarious

never a moment to catch your breath because you will always be laughing

late nights spent between the two of you laughing at literally nothing

the inside jokes the two of you would share would be so intricate and weird that absolutely nobody else would get them

if one of you suggests doing something the other would automatically be down to do it, no questions asked

oh? what’s that? you want to go thrift old, fancy clothes and wear them into a really nice restaurant, maybe even faking a proposal or a birthday to try and con from free dessert out of the chefs? Jiseok is literally running to put on his shoes

you would constantly be there to support one another

you are each other's number one fan

you + Jiseok = the sunniest relationship I’ve ever seen

oh seungmin

Seungmin my love

I feel like you could get him into some trouble

you would be so happy and down to do anything all the time

and I feel like, with a little persuading, Seungmin could be the same way

“I’m sorry, baby, I have work to do.” :(

five minutes later he’s putting his shoes on, ready for an adventure

you just seemed too excited when suggesting going out that he couldn’t say no!!

he would be the black cat to your golden retriever I’ll say it 🤞🏻

he would just be so chill next to you while you’re bouncing off the walls with excitement

but at the end of the day you’re just two nerds /pos

I also think, much like Jungsu, you could bring out a more energetic side of Seungmin!

you work together nicely; you energize him and he kinda chills you out

(until you get excited about something again and he can’t help but to stop and listen because he loves you)

han hyeongjun

I think Hyeongjun could be a little intimidated by an energetic partner at first!

he gives me the vibe that he would be very shy at the start of a relationship

so seeing how bubbly you are he would almost feel the need to try and keep up?

(just give him time okay he’ll get there)

I feel like you would be dragging him by the hand to go out and do ANYTHING but he will happily comply because look at you! you’re just so excited!

once he finally warms up to you and your bubbly antics I think you guys would have a great dynamic!

every now and then he would hit you with one really good comment or joke and you would just light up

I’m sorry but imagine him practicing and you just start shredding on the air guitar to make him laugh

“I’m just like you!”

“You should keep practicing.”

it would probably be more of a teasing relationship, but it’s all in good fun :)

lee jooyeon

oh boy

Jooyeon

you two together would be the relationship that would make the others cower in fear

you are both. so. LOUD.

laughing at inappropriate times 💀

having a very niche sense of humor

too much energy 🤝🏻 too much energy

constantly picking on and teasing the others

you basically live in each other’s heads

you swear you can communicate telepathically

granted, Jooyeon can have serious moments, but with you around they are short lived

you make long, elaborate plans with each other constantly

even if you never execute the plans, you still make them

you have planned many cross country trips or made up strange stories together

you would probably have all the same interests because once one of you gets excited about something you instantly have to tell the other all about it, and then they get excited too

not only would you and Jooyeon be partners, but you would also be best friends!! 🫶🏻

taglist: @dazzlingligth , @mini-mews , @mxlly143 , comment to be added!⁎⁺˳✧༚

#xdinary heroes x reader #xdinary heroes imagine #xdh x reader #xdh imagines #xdh fluff #ot6

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slasher-male-wife · 2 years

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Hi, hello!

It's been a while, hasn't it. How are you doing comrade? Personally, I'm doing quite well. I'm going to see Halloween Ends sometime after it releases. I've also gotten a 5 ft tall skeleton I can dance around with in my room.

Back to why I'm here, I was wondering if you could write something about a slasher getting mad at y/n and y/n ignoring said slasher for the next few days, but in the end they end up going to the slasher and start cuddling them or something lovey dovey.

(Preferably Nubbins Sawyer, Choptop Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt + Anyone else if you wanna add em)

Xoxo

-13

Hi anon I’m so sorry this took a bit to get to. Anyway I’ll happily write this for you. I just wrote something like this but for different characters. I had a bit of trouble coming up with what they would be arguing about but I figured it out. I’m in a bit of a Bill Mosely kick because of House of 1000 corpses so this is a great request to have rn.

Slashers and reader making up after a fight

Includes: Nubbins Sawyer, Chop Too Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt

Warnings: Strong language, implied murder, mention of roadkill

Nubbins Sawyer

Nubbins always liked to play jokes on you. They're mostly harmless, something along the lines of just jump scaring you and then it's over. But a few days ago he went a bit too far. While you were outside he staged what looked like his organs coming out of his stomach. You screamed when you saw it and quickly rushed over to his side. After a few moments of pure panic he started to laugh. He pushed off the roadkill guts he got and just laughed. You quickly stood up and shouted at him. Why would he scare you like that? You cussed him out before going back inside.

You avoided him for the next few days. You just couldn't stand to see him. But you couldn't stay mad for long. He didn't mean to scare you that bad did he? He just wanted to spook you right? Nobody actually got hurt. So when you saw him sitting on the couch looking over pictures he took you sat down next to him. This being the first time you've been near him in the past few days he quickly discarded the pictures and wrapped you in his arms.

"Y/N I know you was gonna come back! I knew you was gonna forgive me!" He shouts pulling you into his lap and giving you kisses all along your temple and cheek.

"Ok ok calm down honey!" You say with a smile, "I missed you too. You just scared me really bad. Don't do that again please."

"Oh I promise I won't! I'll be real nice I swear!" He starts to break into quiet laughter and you couldn't help but laugh along too.

Chop Top Sawyer

Today you woke up with a pounding headache and nothing you could do could stop it. You just decided to wait it out in your room with the lights off. You're trying to just relax when you can hear, clear as day, Chop Top playing the radio as loud as ever. You knocked on the walls a few times and told him to quiet down. However he just kept playing his music super loud.

You had enough and got up and walked over to where he was. You turned off the radio and crossed your arms.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Don't you have the decency to at least turn down the radio so I can fucking try and heal this headache?" You shout at him.

"Why the hell'd you turn the music off?" He shouts back at you. You scoff.

"Were you not fucking listening you idiot? I have a fucking migrane and I need quiet so turn the god damn music down!" You shout making your head throb even more.

"Well this is my damn house! I can listen to my music as loud as I want to!" His yelling also makes it worse.

"Well I live here too you know? Maybe think of other people some time!" The two of you went back and forth between this before you stormed off. It's been a few days since and the headache has long passed. You can't help but feel bad for being so mean to your boyfriend.

You pick up a boombox and a cassette and make your way over to Chop Top's room. You knock before entering. He's sitting at a desk where he's making something. You set the box down and put in the tape. Soon the music starts to play and you walk over to him. You lower yourself down to his sitting level and kiss his cheek.

"Whatcha making lovely?" You ask. You're quickly pulled into a tight, bone crushing hug by Chop top and you both start to laugh.

"You're not mad anymore?" He asks

"Of course not honey. I couldn't stay mad forever," You two share a sweet kiss and he pulls away. You get a better peak at what he's making this time, "How about you tell me all about this." You say gesturing to the project.

"I gladly will."

Thomas Hewitt

You'd grown bored waiting upstairs in your room while the family dealt with some new victims. The screaming and yelling has stopped at least an hour ago. You decided to go downstairs just for a little bit before you go crazy. You leave your room and head for the kitchen to grab something to drink. You passed Monty in the living room with a nod and you can see Luda Mae in the back yard hanging up laundry.

You open the fridge and bend down to grab a soda. When you shut the door someone grabs your wrist. You expected it to be Hoyt but it was Tommy. You could see that he was clearly worried. You jumped and took a deep breath.

"Christ Thomas you scared the shit out of me," He points to you and to the floor, "What am I doing down here?" you ask. He nods, "I'm just getting a drink Thomas," He shakes his head and you pull your wrist out of his hand, "I know there are victims here ok? I just got thirsty. I was going mad up in that room too."

He huffs and you put a hand on your hip, "I'm not a child Tommy. I know what you and your family do here alright. Now I'm gonna go back upstairs. I hope that's ok with you." You pop open your soda and you walk out of the kitchen. You spent the rest of the day up in your room. You didn't talk to Thomas when he came up to see you. You were silent during dinner too.

But when it finally came time for bed you saw Thomas already in bed. You laid down next to him and cuddled into him, "I love you." You say. Thomas holds you close to him as a reply.

#nubbins sawyer x reader #nubbins sawyer #chop top sawyer #chop top x reader #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x you #thomas hewitt x y/n #thomas hewitt x reader #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction

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headkiss · 2 years

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Hello! I’m not sure if this is “fall themed” but could I request Eddie helping the reader who he has a crush on (and maybe their siblings) decorate their yard for Halloween one day after school or on the weekend?

thank you for requesting!!! hope u like it :) | 0.6k words, younger siblings, and fluff!

When Eddie’s driving by your house, crushing so hard he’s only hoping to catch a glimpse of you, he’s not expecting you to be outside.

But, there you are, standing on a ladder that doesn’t seem too steady with nobody around to keep it up but your younger siblings. Who are far too distracted with other decorations to help you.

He can’t control himself when he pulls over by the curb, stops the van and gets out. He waits to speak until he’s close enough to stabilize the ladder in case he scares you.

“Sweetheart, whatcha doing up there?”

He’s glad he was nearby because, of course, he startled you and you flinch and your ladder wobbles. He grabs it with one hand, the other on the back of your leg.

“Jesus, Eddie,” you peer down at him from your height. He looks pretty, the wind blowing his already messy hair around, a flush to his cheeks from the October chill. “You scared the shit outta me.”

“Sorry. Was driving and saw you up here…looked like you could use some help.”

You’re decorating your house for Halloween, a tradition you like to keep up. Your siblings always have the simpler jobs like sticking stuff into the lawn or wrapping caution tape around the trees that sit in your front yard. You, however, we’re always stuck putting up the lights and garlands up high.

“That would be great. You don’t mind some Halloween decorating?”

“Not at all. It’s my favorite holiday, actually.”

“Right. Eddie Munson, lover of all things scary,” you joke, finishing with the strip of skull lights you put up. “I should’ve known.”

Your sister comes running over, while your brother stays distracted with the caution tape. She’s always liked Eddie, even though she’s only met him a few times. You understand her though. You’ve always liked Eddie, too. A lot.

“Eddie!” Your sister hugs his legs, and you climb down from the ladder to peel her off.

“Okay, okay.” You smile shyly at Eddie, almost an apology.

“It’s all good. Hey, cutie, how are you?” He waved at her.

“Good! Halloween is soon!”

“That’s true. What are you gonna dress up as?” He asks her.

“A princess.”

“Amazing! You’ll be best dressed, I bet.”

She runs off to join your brother after that. Her attention span short, but she’s still cute. You feel shy at how Eddie looks at you. His smile devastating and his eyes always shining. He’s really pretty.

“Sorry about her. She really likes you for some reason.” You say.

“Hope she’s not the only one in the family who likes me.”

“No,” your eyes lock onto his, “she’s definitely not.”

He feels something bloom in his chest. Hope and happiness at what that implies. You like him, he thinks. He feels so silly sometimes, about how much he likes you and how often you’re on his mind. The way that you have him crushing like a middle schooler.

You keep decorating, Eddie holds the ladder and hands you what you need. You always ask him if it looks good and he always says yes without taking his eyes off of you.

He even helps your siblings when they ask, not a single complaint about it. He seems to be having fun even with them and you can’t help but smile at it. He’s sweet, gives them his attention. You wished everyone else could see this side of him.

They’re all missing out on so much.

When everything’s done, he helps you carry the leftover stuff into the garage, your siblings going inside. He stands a little awkwardly after that, he could leave, but he doesn’t. He wants a reason to stay.

“I’m gonna make hot chocolate. If you wanna come in.”

The relief he feels comes quick. He didn’t want to leave you and you’ve just offered him more of your time. He would never dream of saying no.

“Yeah. That would be great, sweetheart.”

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multifandomthoughts · 2 years

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Hurtling towards you off the power of a bomb, comes Junkrat. You don’t see or hear him until it’s too late. Sprawled out on the ground from the impact, you sigh.

Junkrat looks at you with a grin before cackling. “How do you like that? Pretty scary wasn’t it? I’m the one and only daredevil around here, nobody else could possibly be as numb to it as me!” As soon as the words left his mouth, another ripe cackle erupted from his maw.

You put your head in your hands, the impact of the blast suddenly hitting you, pain blossoming inside your body. “I didn’t find that scary one bit. Just really painful.”

His laughter dies down and he stares at you with a raised eyebrow. “What’dya mean? That was a total scary surprise!” You shrug and rub the sore spots. “It hurt and I didn’t see you coming, but I’m used to this so I’m not scared.” He gives a grimace and thinks to himself. “I’m going to get them sooner or later, if it’s the last thing I do.

Days go by, and finally it’s October. The best month for pranks besides April. The only month where you can effectively scare the pants off of something and there’s nothing the other person can do about it.

Junkrat has been plotting for the past few days, preparing the perfect prank to scare the pants off of you, and he’s finally. Approaching you nonchalantly, you know something is up. “Hey, (Y/N) are you doing anything tomorrow night? I’ve got some friends who are putting a party together, and I thought you might wanna come with me.”

His offer is friendly enough, but friendly isn’t usually his thing so you feel something has to be amiss. You shrug and accept his request. Maybe he hasn’t had the chance to host one before, and he’s excited. You spend the rest of that day and most of the next not giving the party much further thought, and soon the time comes for him to pick you up and bring you there.

Immediately it feels off, as he’s really fidgety and keeps looking over at you as if wanting to see if you’ve figured out some secret he’s keeping. He tries to make conversation about your day, but he doesn’t seem focused on your answers. When you finally arrive he tells you he’ll meet you inside, which feels a bit rude but he’s never been one for chivalry and manners.

You walk down the dimly lit hallway to where the party is, a little on edge. Everything seems a little off and at this point anything could scare you. Maybe this was all a ploy to kidnap and torture you? You don’t know what he’s got planned. Passing through the double doors at the end of the hallway, you find yourself in a large open room filled with decorations and props. As soon as the doors close half a dozen people in scary costumes pop out from behind the props and yell to try and scare you.

You scream, already being on edge. Your gut feeling had been correct, it was a trap. People continue to come out of nowhere in scary costumes in masks until a familiar figure appears. Once you recognize Junkrat’s distinct frame, you huff at him in annoyance. “Really? Have you been planning this whole thing just because you couldn’t scare me that one time?” He just gives a nonchalant shrug and a cheeky grin. “It’s Halloween, everyone is entitled to a good scare.”

With this, the scary monsters remove their masks. It’s your friends. Junkrat must have put them up to it. “Now the real party can begin!” Junkrat exclaims, grabbing your hand. He leads you to a room filled with drinks, candy and snacks. You sigh with relief, knowing that it’s just going to be a normal party.

“What, you didn’t think it was going to be like that all night?” You shake your head. He got you good.

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lykaonimagines · 2 years

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Hey Stephen - Stephen Strange x Reader

Slowly working through requests now 💙

Paring: Stephen Strange x F!Reader

Word Count: 807

Description: Stephen catches Y/N playing the song she wrote about him.

Request: "Could I have something fluffy with our Stephen and the song "Hey Stephen" - Taylor swift? Maybe she sings it?”

Requested by: Anon

Other Things: Just fluff. Lyrics from “Hey Stephen,” by Taylor Swift.

Warnings: None.

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Portaling back into the Sanctum, Stephen is instantly met by the distant sound of a guitar further in the building.

Heading upstairs and down the halls in search of the source, he comes to the doorway of the music room at the back of the large mansion.

His former apprentice and now co-Master, Y/N sits on a chair strumming a guitar with her back to him. Before he can step into the room, she starts to sing.

“Hey Stephen, I’ve been holding back this feeling so I’ve got some things to say to you. I seen it all, so I thought, but I never seen nobody shine the way you do. The way you walk, way you talk, way you say my name. It’s beautiful, wonderful, don’t you ever change.”

His eyes widening at the words she sings, he quietly slips into the room and leans against the back wall, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Hey Stephen why are people always leavin’? I think you and I should stay the same,” she continues, a curve to her lips he can now see from his new angle as she continues to sing.

“Cause I can’t help it if you look like an angel. Can’t help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain so. Come feel this magic I’ve been feeling since I met you, can’t help it if there’s no one else. Mmm I can’t help myself.”

“You can’t help yourself hm?” he asks as she hits a break in the singing.

A shriek escapes her as her guitar falls to the ground and she scrambles out of the chair, turning to him with wide eyes, “S-Stephen! H-how long have you been there?”

Fixing her with a smirk he carelessly shrugged his shoulder. “Long enough. Don’t think I’ve heard that one, some indy song?”

She looks to the ground immediately, clenching and unclenching her fists before sighing and closing her eyes, “No. I wrote it.”

The smirk on his face drops, and his heart seemingly skips a beat, “Wait… you wrote that, about me?”

“Yes.”

Pushing himself off the wall, he crosses the room to stand in front of her. His hand gently goes to her chin, lifting it to look at him, a soft smile on his face directed toward her, “Do you mean all of that?”

Her eyes finally meet his and a nervous smile spreads across her lips as she nods against him.

“I don’t think anyone has ever… done something that thoughtful or time intensive for me,” he admits, his thumb stroking over her jaw. “Or said anything that nice about me if we’re being honest. It’s usually I’m an asshole followed by one positive quality that makes putting up with the previous statement worth it.”

“You can be a bit of an asshole,” she chuckles softly. “But it’s oddly endearing. Surface reaction and sass covering the very sweet guy underneath. You care really deeply, you’re just scared for someone to see that.”

He feels his cheeks flushing as his own eye contact wavers for a moment before settling back on her, “Writing songs about me and quietly psychoanalyzing me between tasks hm Y/N?”

“We do spend a lot of time together,” she shrugs. “I’d… like to think we’re pretty close in the years I’ve been here.”

Leaning in closer to her, he watches her closely as his lips near hers. Her breathing quickens and her pulse under his pinky on her neck intensifies. Her eyes flicker between his eyes and lips.

He smiles as he looks down at her, slowly pressing his lips against hers and holding them still until she moves against them. His free arm wraps around her waist to bring her in closer as she whimpers against his lips.

When he pulls back for air, she stares back at him breathing heavily, the tip of her tongue quickly swiping across her lips.

Letting go of her chin, he drops his other arm to her waist and presses his forehead to hers, “You are the beautiful and wonderful one, and I’ve certainly been feeling that magic.”

“And you never said anything?” she teases softly, her own hands settling on his hips.

“Says the one that wrote an entire song about me and didn’t even let me hear it, I had to walk in on this,” he retorts with a grin.

“How about for the next one I let you hear it as soon as it’s done?”

“Oh? There’s going to be another?”

“If you play your cards right, I think there could be many more to come,” she grins up at him and presses a kiss to his nose.”

Chuckling against her, his face softens as he gives her a warm smile, “Then I’ll have to make sure they’re all happy songs darling.”

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goldenempyrean · 2 years

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Hi, can I request Scarlett x reader maybe they are both in an interview but Scarlett is sick but says they are not, but goes through the interview sounding sick pushing through coughs and sneezes. when the interview is over reader makes them go home and rest and cancel anything else for the day! thank you!

also, love your writing!

An Interrupted Interview

Aaah this is just a short little fic for this req. Sorry its so short but I really wanna get these out so I can FINALLY post something which I’ve been really excited to announce!

Summary: Your fiancé is sick, but theres no way she’ll admit it, especially during an interview.

Wordcount: 913

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“Oh excuse me again, Im so sorry about that.” Scarlett blushed red with embarrassment as she apologised again.

“Its alright! Bless you again!” The kind woman interviewing the pair of you replied, “Should we take that again for the camera?”

“Yeah, lets do that.” You replied.

Both your and Scarlett were currently filming a behind the scenes interview which was to be filmed and posted on a local news station. Unfortunately Scarlett had been dealing with a rather nasty cold for the last few days but was being incredibly stubborn to admit it to anyone, even if it was blatantly obvious. No amount of makeup could hide her red-tinged nose and the tiredness which lay behind her eyes.

“So, how is the dynamic on set? Has there any been fallouts?” The interviewer asked, looking towards Scarlett for the answer.

Scarlett cleared her throat before answering, “No nobody has ever fallen out. Everything is great here, everyone is so open and it just creates then really honest and fun atmosphere where everyone is comfortable.”

She managed to smile as she finished her sentence, just as her breath hitched rapidly again, “Hh-hup’tshoo!” hHep’tshhiew!”

“Bless you.” Both you and the interviewer said in unison.

She sniffled damply and with some reluctance, reached for the packet of tissues in her back pocket.

“Ugh, excuse me a moment.” Scarlett’s voice was congested as she spoke, before turning around to blow her nose.

“Allergies?” The interview offered, obviously feeling bad for her.

“She’s caught a cold.” You chimed in, earning yourself a light dig from your fiancée as she sniffled.

“No I haven’t. Im fine.” She paused to muffle a cough into her elbow, “Sorry, lets just continue.”

“Are you sure? We can take a break if you’d like? Its not a prob- oh bless you, bless you.” The interviewer was interrupted by Scarlett having to turn to stifle another set of sneezes, this time you’d placed your hand on her back as she began coughing deeply afterwards.

“Here, have some water sweetie.” You thanked the crew manager who’d ran up to you holding a bottle of water, “There you go.”

“Im so sorry about this. Im usually more put together than this.” Scarlett gave a forced congested-sounding laugh.

“So, speaking of colds. What happens when someone in unwell round here? Does it spread fast, how is everything handled?” The interviewer moved on, clicking her pen to take notes on a small pad.

“Well, like most ‘workplaces’.” You did the bunny-ears motion with your fingers, “Things like colds can go around quite easily especially considering the close contact nature of the job. But we mainly try to sanitise a lot, everyone washes their hands frequently as such.”

You paused to bless Scarlett who had been busy trying to stifle another fit of sneezes, “But its inevitable that when one person gets sick, others catch it too. But we’re like a family here we try out best to take care of each other.”

Scarlett gave a nod of agreement adding, “We do have a medic on-set too incase of any emergency situations that may happen.”

“Oh wow, so you’ve though of everything? It’s obvious to me too that you guys really do care about not only each other but everyone on the set.” The interviewer said with a smile as she continued.

In total the interview continued for roughly another 20 minutes, it would’ve been shorter it had lasted so long mainly due to the fact so many shots had to be retaken due to Scarlett’s body interrupted, which wasn’t her fault at all so both you and the interviewer didn’t seem too fussed about the extra time spent.

By the end though, it was obvious that Scarlett was exhausted, the whole thing having drained her energy. Her eye’s kept closing as you both said goodbye to the interviewer. You thanked her as she left before turning around to see your fiancé had sat herself down on a box, her head in her hands as her fingers slowly messaged her temples. From her sniffling alone it was more then obvious that she was feeling pretty miserable.

“You sure that you don’t have a cold?” You teased as you came behind her to lean down into a comforting hug, laying your arms loosely around her neck so that your hands sat on her chest. A position you knew brung her comfort, it made her feel safe.

“Oh! The person who interviewed us, Lisa? She said that she hopes you feel better too.” You added, having remembered her final words to you.

Scarlett sighed, “That’s kind of her but Im really not sick. Its probably allergies or something.”

All you could do was shake your head as afew minutes later Scarlett was set off into another small coughing fit, one which left her feeling even more exhausted, “Maybe I do have a cold afterall…”

“Oh. You definitely do. Theres no maybe about it sweetie.” You laughed, “It’ll be okay though. We don’t have anything else planned for today do we?”

She thought for a moment before groaning as she remembered something, “We have – Hh’h’iishiew! Hup’tshoo! that meeting about ‘correct harness saf- saftey. Hhup’tshhh!

“Goodness Scar, you trying to break a record or something?” You laughed as you blessed her, “Well about that meeting. I’ll call us out of it. They can give it to us another time. You’re going to go back to our trailer and sleep off that cold, yeah?”

“Are you coming too?”

“Where else would I be?” You replied, giving her a gentle squeeze before moving to take her hand.

“Lets go then.”

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ieatsmallorphansnamedtom · 1 year

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Hi there! I've been following your blog since a couple of weeks ago and I really love your writing style and all your headcanons, specially the Shane ones. He and Sam are my favorites, so I wonder if you could write something about them realizing the two have a crush with the farmer (M) and kinda competing with each other just to end up being in a throuple whit him?

Sam and Shane Fighting Over the M!Farmer (+ Polyam)

Hi! Thanks for the compliments. I really appreciate them. And thank you for the request! Okay, I'm not polyam, so correct me if I'm wrong, but the farmer dating the bachelors but the bachelors not dating each other still counts as polyam, right? Because I wrote it like that. If you meant polyam like Sam and Shane dating each other, I can edit it to add that at the end. Just tell me. :]

Pronouns: He/him

At first, neither of them noticed. They were far to swept up in the feelings of it all to even begin to register that maybe the amazing farmer had garnered some other attention from the residents. Sure, they get a little annoyed at how much time the other spends with you, but it's not enough for them to realise.

Sebastian is the one to break the bubble. It was a Friday night at the Stardrop Saloon. Everything was going normal; Shane was having a drink and Sam was losing against Seb at pool. You were with Shane, talking about the farm and how the livestock were going when all of a sudden Sam goes:

"Hey, what's up with Shane spending so much time with the farmer?"

Followed by Sebastian's:

"Have you seriously not realised? He likes him."

Oh. Oh. Well, this isn't good. Now he's got competition. What's he supposed to do now? There was already the chance of you not liking Sam back, but now he might have to live with you liking someone else!? Yoba, this is bad.

Meanwhile, you leave Shane to chat with some of the other people in the saloon. Jas, who had begged Marnie to let her stay up past her bedtime all week to come with her and Shane to the saloon, walks over to him and straight up drops the news.

"What are you gonna do about Sam?"

"What do you mean 'what am I gonna do about Sam?'"

"About his crush on the farmer."

Ha. Haha. His what.

Well, this is not good. Not good at all. How is he supposed to compete with the much younger, much happier Sam? Yoba, he might as well give up while he's ahead. But a part of him doesn't want to. There's a part of him that's going 'no, we will do this.' So, maybe, just maybe, he'll give it a chance.

Cut to the next week, and they're all over you. Each of them are trying to pull you in the opposite direction, away from the other's attention. Sam is honestly doing a much better job at this.

"Hey Y/N, wanna come watch band practice?"

"Oh, hey Y/N! I was just about to beat Sebastian at pool; come watch."

"Hey! We should hang out soon."

Shane tries to be more subtle in the hopes that he won't come off as clingy. He offers to help you a lot, whereas Sam usually invites you to just hang out. He hopes that by helping you you'll lean towards him more.

"Hey, Y/N, you need any help with the chickens? I've got the next couple of days off if you want."

"Hey. You coming to the saloon tonight? I'll be there."

It becomes pretty obvious to everyone in town what's going on. Abigail and Sam are totally forming bets on who's gonna win. Which sucks for them because it turns out there's gonna be some polyamorous shit going on. Now nobody wins the bet. Hehe.

Anyways, polyamorous themes, right? Well, it's gonna end up that way, but not before a big emotional explosion (because I love romantic drama and said so).

It goes like this.

It's been a month or so of continuous fighting between the two. Sam's pissing Sebastian and Abigail off with how many band practices he's forcing upon them in order to be able to spend more time with you, and Shane's started to spend way less time with his family. Not good.

It comes down to this: they both want to date you, but they don't want the other getting to it first. So, what it comes down to is them having to confess. They both head to Pierre's at different times. And Pierre wanting the money of Sam buying the second bouquet isn't gonna tell him Shane already got one. And even if he did, that would only push Sam to confess quicker.

So, Sam comes to your house with the bouquet. As things go, you would have to accept. Finally, he doesn't have to worry about Shane getting in the way of things. Yeah, it'll suck for him, but at least Sam can relax. At least that's what he's thinking.

Sam is relaxing on the couch shortly afterwards when there's another knock at the door. It's Shane, holding a slightly different bouquet of flowers. He sees Sam and is about to leave when all of a sudden.

"Sam, can I accept the bouquet?"

What? Huh? Shane's never heard of this before. What's going on?

Sam is just as clueless. Neither of them have heard of polyamory and honestly don't know what to do.

"I mean... Didn't you accept mine?"

"Yeah, but I want to accept Shane's, too."

"Well, uh, okay."

"Huh?"

Yeah, they need some explaining done. Once you do explain what polyamory is, they're on board. "So, you want to date both of us...? Well, okay."

It takes them a while to get used to it. They were both expecting for it to just be you two. But don't be confused! They're not mad or anything! They get used to it and are quite happy in the relationship. They're just glad that they get to be with you. It can be a little awkward at times, but it still manages to be a healthy relationship (or relationships? I don't know).

EDIT:

Wow this is late. Um, sorry for the late reply, Fifer. I meant to get around to this sooner. Anyways, for Shane and Sam actually getting together, here's a small tidbit on how I think it would go.

(Note: I'm not very good at character x character. Forgive me for that lol)

Sam and Shane grew closer 'cause they were both dating you. That's a pretty good reason to get together, right? They were already hanging out together enough at work and in the break room, but now they were sharing a partner.

It was pretty weird at first but eventually they grew close to each other. They mostly bonded over you and hating Joja, but then they found small bits about each other they could relate to. It was a little odd, but it seemed like a friendship was forming.

You're the one who noticed and started nudging them towards each other. It wasn't so much of a frantic push; more of a little 'hey, why don't you hang out with each other more?' It was pretty fun, honestly, being able to hang out and not having to worry about their stupid competitions.

I can't say much for the confession because again, I'm not great at character x character and this isn't a ship I'm familiar with. But I can say that overall, the relationship of all three of you is pretty smooth. You guys manage to work some stuff out and have a pretty chill time together. It's fun. :)

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Kskjdfhsd. Ahh I'm sorry it took so long to get that edit. My brain is going mush. Anyways, thank you for telling me. I like to make sure my HCs turn out just like the person wanted. Hope you have a good day/night!

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ador3him · 2 years

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HIII!! CONGRATS ON 150!! THATS SUCH A MILESTONE! I also have a request ! what about the promt “i wish i could love you, i know you’d be good for me, but i can’t.” + quackity??

pairing: Quackity x gn!reader

warnings: kinda angsty oooo also swearing

requested? yes by @hawaiidwt

word count: 749

a/n: FIRST POST FOR MY 150 EVENT OMLLLLLLL so basically i wanna just say that i will start the 24hr timer when I see the request not when you send it in because i dont have time notifications!! so I saw this one at 6:30AM AEST (15ish hrs ago)

Y/ns smile stretches across their face as Quackity answers a fans’ question at the DSMP TwitchCon panel. y/n is obsessed with his dedication toward not only content creation but his studies at college.

Quackity isn’t obsessed with y/n in the same platonic way as they are with him, he admires y/n from afar and when he is close just acts as if they are best buds. Far too scared to flirt, let alone make a move. But today after the panel Quackity has convinced himself to at least flirt with them. Mainly because this is their first IRL meeting but also because he cannot stand the constant fear he lives under. He is always scared they will find out about his as he likes to call it ‘teeny tiny’ crush.

“Thank you all for coming down today! You mean so much to all of us here,” y/n spoke into the microphone then looks around to see if anyone else wants to say something. Nobody moves they all just smile nodding in agreement. Quackity then stands up and walks behind y/ns’ seat, pulling it from under them y/n lands on their ass. Quackity is bent over laughing along with the rest of the room – including y/n themselves. Sapnap offers a hand, so y/n pulls him down onto the floor with him and grabs Quackity’s hand to do it to him. But he is quicker, pulling on their arm forcefully making them fling up and stumble. Sapnap stands up and does a silly bow as if to say he was fine and its all-playful banter.

“Hey y/n! You did well today in the panel,” Quackity beams laying his arm around their shoulder as they walk together. “Obviously I am a natural,” they joke with him. “You were really funny in there!” they admit smiling at him.

“You know what we should do? Get some food, I heard the others were going for a Macca’s run but why don’t we maybe go somewhere else? Just us two!” He hesitantly asks whilst pulling his beanie down a bit with his free hand. “You know what Big Q? That sounds fun, but what if we order in from hotel service instead, I’m tired.” They suggest, he just nods smiling gleefully redirecting them both to the hotel.

“I swear to god I am not watching some dumb rom-com, chic-flic, 90s-2000s movie,” Quackity groans at the sight of ‘Clueless’ on the screen. y/n eyes get soft and they slightly pout. “But Paul Rudd is in it! I love him so much!” They respond whining a bit. “No!” he groans motioning them to pick something else to watch.

“Ghostbusters but the new one!” y/n suggests grinning. “Doesn’t that have Paul Rudd in it?” Quackity raises his eyebrow a little knowing it does. y/n makes a ‘shushing’ motion with their finger and attempts to press play. “Come here we aren’t watching fucking Paul Rudd!” Quackity goes to grab the remote off them. Making y/n scramble away and trip, he falls with them- landing on top of them.

Their faces were inches away. Quackity’s eyes trail down to y/n’s soft-looking, blush pink lips as if they were calling his name. ‘Alex! Alex!’

“Alex! Hello, get off me I can’t breathe you idiot!” y/n groans pushing him up a little. “Sorry I- I don’t even know what I was doing,” he laughs nervously, fixing his lopsided beanie. “What is up with you today, Q? You seem awkward almost, well more awkward then usual.” They push away the peaking hair that was dropped in front of his eyes to under his beanie. Their close proximity made his breath hitch. Is he going to confess? This is the perfect time to do it the opportunity is right here. “I think- I think I love you. I am in love with you y/n,” His voice is meek, barely above a whisper. A gasp left y/ns mouth before they clap their hand over it in shock. Tears build up, threating to spill everywhere. He didn’t know that y/n just broke up with their boyfriend of 8 months, no one knew. They didn’t tell anyone they were dating, and they didn’t tell anyone the broke up.

“I wish I could love you; I know you’d be good for me, but I can’t. I just broke up with my boyfriend a week ago- I-I can’t,” y/n speaks through broken sobs. Their eyes red and stingy- just like Quackity’s. They cry together because they can’t be together.

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likecastle · 7 months

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Hey! If you're still accepting prompts, I'd like to request: bad fruit. My #1 choice is always ronance but if you wanna try something different, could be Karen/Joyce (they've really grown on me lately) or any other ST femslash pairing you feel like writing at this moment <3

Ahhhh thank you for the push to try my hand at Karen/Joyce! What is the ship name for this??? I feel like every time I learn it I immediately forget it again. Anyway, I had a great time hurting my feelings with this one! No major warnings, I don't think, other than Joyce making herself sad.

Mike and Will go running out into the back yard, the kitchen door banging shut behind them, and Joyce sinks heavily into one of the chairs at the table. After a moment’s hesitation, Karen sits down next to her. Not across from her, Joyce notices, but close enough that Joyce can smell the chemical musk of her hairspray.

“How are you?” Karen asks, and Joyce feels her shoulders sink. She knows how this conversation is going to go, just from the tone of Karen’s voice. It’s what Joyce thinks of as her sympathetic PTA mom voice, all superficial concern. They used to have real conversations, once, but these days it’s mostly small-talk when one or the other of them is dropping one of the boys off.

“We’re doing OK,” Joyce says, and in some respects, that’s an understatement. Sure, money’s tighter than it used to be, and it’s not as if she doesn’t notice the other mothers whispering about her when she goes shopping at Bradley’s, but in a lot of ways, it’s a relief to have Lonnie out of their lives. Still, when she looks around the cluttered kitchen, she can’t help seeing it through Karen’s eyes—the dirty dishes stacked in the sink, the overfull ashtray on the table, the pair of shriveled apples sitting in the fruit bowl. The sad, lonely little life of a woman even a loser like Lonnie Byers doesn’t want.

She can feel Karen watching her, and when she finally looks up, Joyce is surprised to see an expression of chagrin on her face, not the sickly pity she was expecting. “I don’t know why I said it like that,” Karen says. “Of course you’re going OK.” She doesn’t sound insincere this time. “You’re . . . I mean . . .” She shakes her head, at a loss for the right words. “Oh, screw Lonnie,” she says finally, looking almost shocked at herself for saying it. “I always knew you could do better than him.”

Joyce laughs, embarrassed at this unexpected praise. “I don’t know about that.”

“I do,” Karen insists. “You’ve always been a catch. Even back in high school, you always seemed so cool, skipping class and smoking with the boys.”

Joyce doesn’t admit this was mostly because she was afraid of saying the wrong thing to the other girls. It always seemed so much more complicated, navigating the all the arbitrary rules and complicated social hierarchies girls constructed around themselves. Things were just easier with guys like Jim and Lonnie. At least she always knew where she stood with them, even if she didn’t always like the view from there. “Well, it’s been a long time since then.”

“Please,” Karen says, dismissing this with a breezy wave of her hand. “You’re still a catch. You’re beautiful and smart and you’re so good with the boys. Half the time, I don’t even know what Mike’s talking about, but you always make the effort.” She puts a hand over Joyce’s where it rests on the table, and Joyce wonders how she keeps her hands so soft. “Anyone would be lucky to have you.”

There’s something in Karen’s voice that sounds a little too earnest, but when Joyce glances over, Karen’s not looking at her anymore, her gaze fixed on the wooden fruit bowl on the counter, those two sad little apples.

It’s not the first time Joyce has wondered if just maybe . . . ? It’s nothing definitive, just little moments she’s sure nobody else would even notice. Like that one time at the Wheelers’ Christmas party—it must have been ’78 or ’79, not long before Karen got pregnant with Holly—when she’d caught Karen looking at her across the crowded living room with an expression of what she could only call longing. She told herself in the moment it was just late-night maudlin sentimentality from all the mulled wine, but there have been nights when the look on Karen’s face has come back to Joyce like an ache in her chest, and she’s let herself wonder what if.

But there’s no point in wondering, not really. What would Karen Wheeler, of all people, ever do about it, if she really did feel that way? Would she divorce her husband and blow up her comfortable suburban life, move her kids into Joyce’s cramped little house like some sort of backwards Brady Bunch? Of course she wouldn’t. Even if she did think of Joyce that way, one glance at the dusty curtains and the slowly spoiling fruit on the counter could reminder her what she really wants.

Joyce slips her hand from beneath Karen’s and stands up from the table. “Coffee?” she says. “Or—is it too late for coffee?”

Karen shakes her head. “No,” she says quietly, “not too late for me.”

#joyce x karen #stranger things femslash #i'm going to keep tagging this as #femslashtember #even though it is now officially october #also lol whoops leave it to me to write joyce x karen on the first day of ronancetober

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rotshop · 2 years

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hiyaaa !! this request might sound a little weird but how would deimos react to a vampire!reader who has big bat wings and/or could shapeshift into a bat ? ::0 sorry if this rq sounds weird lol-

ITS NOT WEIRD AT ALL !! u are talking 2 the wlfgrl bitch no non-standard reader is weird 2 me ,,,, sorr y the wings / bat things aren't a SUPER big element here X[ ,,

[ some violence against reader (by aahw agents) ]

-ok . lets say hypothetically for the sake of the argument you were just some random experiment at the facility deimos was stationed in during his time with the agency. At first, he just kinda views you from afar with pity tbh . He hates the way you thrash or hiss at any of the soldats or scientists around and the way they back you into corners and the way you'll make runs for it only to get caught within seconds and thrown to the ground and-

-It's safe to say he finds himself being distressed over it for longer than he thought he really would. Maybe its just because he happens to be posted around the area you're usually in most times, maybe its just random chance- all he knows is he can't help but watch while biting his cheek in anxiety at the sight.

-Eventually he feels like hes about to explode if he doesn't do something. Sure, he can't exactly just make a run for it with you (they'd kill the both of you before you could even step outside), but .. hopefully, he can give you something worthwhile. It starts out small, whenever you pass he'll try and give you something of a reassuring smile (he can't help the way his heart breaks when you noticeably tense up or shift back at the sight of his sharp teeth, misinterpreting it as malicious or mocking) or some other non-verbal little 'hey this sucks but just try to get through it please.'

-Nobody really even notices it other than you, to the point they get confused when you're staring back at him while you continue down the hall. Sure, he might get caught a few times, expression falling to more of a grimace at the withering glare one of the soldats at your side sends him but fuck it, nobody here's been his biggest fan anyway.

-Through some sort of dumb luck, he figures out a time where he can visit you without anyone else bugging you or asking him what he's doing. sure, it's late at night and he's usually dead tired by then, but he still visits you regularly. the first few times, you'd backed away from the door, mentally preparing yourself for whatever vile thing he was about to throw your way. it's mostly one sided conversation- him sitting cross legged on the floor while he goes on about his day, telling you what he seen earlier that day or heard of. if he lies a little bit it really doesn't mean anything, does it? i mean, could you blame him for stretching the truth a little when you're slowly inching your way towards him with interest.

-It becomes something of a bonding experience, he'll come tell you about his day and you'll occasionally return the favor in kind. Though, you'd usually talk about something other than your day. You didn't like the way he'd grimace or scowl whenever you recalled some unpleasant little test or move an agent had made. He didn't particularly like how you'd awkwardly trail off and stare at the floor in thought whenever you recalled the events of the day, too lost in your thoughts to really react to whatever he could even try and say.

-Eventually, he'll start asking questions about your wings. He'll admit, he'd always had some kind of a curiosity about them but ... he didn't exactly wanna start off whatever relationship the two of you had by talking about the things you were poked and prodded at for all day. he doesn't push his luck too much- just asking a few light-hearted little questions about what they can do and if they feel comfortable to you. If he jokingly asks if you sleep upside down to get you to half-laugh-half-scoff at him than who knows, maybe it was just curiosity. he does his best to be mindful (if anything, a little too much. it's an appreicated gesture but it's a little Silly for him to quickly look away whenever he so much as glances at them), but ... he might make a request or two here-and-there. you can still recall how he'd held his tongue for a long moment, giving them a cautious look as he repeatedly started and stopped speaking over and over. Eventually, between the stammering and fidgeting, he'd managed to ask a simple enough question.

-"You mind if I touch them?"

-Luckily for him (and his nerves) you nod. He's still careful when he reaches through the bars of the shoddy little cell they keep you in to brush up against them. He can't help the way he smiles and perks up when you lean into his touch. Maybe at a certain point his thoughts shift from curiosity to tracing along the sections and segments purely because you seem to enjoy it- not like you'd ever know, of course. Maybe if you oh so happen to fall asleep he hesitates for a long moment before slowly pulling his hand away to take his leave, biting back a smile (pointlessly, it's evidently there) at the way you huff from the lack of contact. Maybe he can't help but stare up at the ceiling for a good long while after the fact, mind never drifting from the memory of the moment (and plenty others before it) as he fidgets with the thin blanket pulled over himself. Maybe he puts his hands over his face and groans as it hits him just how head over heels he is.

-It continues on like this for a while longer, he'd wait till late at night to come visit you, you'd talk for a while until he had to go or you fell asleep, he'd go back to his quarters to sleep, rinse and repeat. It gives him something to look forward to that isn't riddled with the same anxiety and stress escaping from this place is. He's just able to sit down and breath for a moment with you, not having to worry about anyone getting on his ass or anything. It's nice- therapeutic, even. He just hopes that it's just as beneficial for you. He at least hopes thats why you'll excitedly look his way or shuffle towards the bars whenever you hear him coming. Of course, though, there was bound to be a hiccup or two along the way.

-To make a long story i simply can't write short; you get found out. You'd both been talking when you'd picked up on the sound of heels on the tiled floors heading towards the both of you, unsure of whether to try and shove Dei away or pull him closer as though you could yank him through the bars and hide him. Of course, neither of these would've worked- it was too late. Perhaps that was why he'd given you a weakly reassuring smile littered with his own fear as he stood and turned in the direction of the other. You'd started to wish you'd shoved him when he'd begun talking, shifting the blame entirely to himself, that you had no part in his visits and it was soley him who made the choice for him to keep coming back (Sure, it was ultimately his choice, but you'd made clear you wanted him to come back with how you'd consistently ask if he'd be back the next day before he left for the night). You could only hope this stranger would take some kind of pity- or at the very least just not want to bother with properly reporting him to the higher ups. It was difficult to tell with the shades (pitch black as opposed to the typical red, it was almost irritating. seriously, who even wears those this late at night? It wasn't uncommon to see agents without their shades during the day, let alone in the dark of night.), but you could only hope the silence he was in was a contemplative one.

-By some stroke of luck, once Deimos had finally stopped rambling on about how you were completely innocent (much to your annoyance), they'd spoken up. They'd reassured they wouldn't say anything to anyone about this, it 'wasn't their business' but that it was late. While you at least had some sort of verbal reassurance to hold onto now, you still couldn't help the dread that'd lingered in the pit of your stomach. You couldn't help how much you wished you could just break the door down and get out of this godforsaken cell when Dei had shot one last weak smile back at you, along with a little 'Hey, I'll see you tomorrow. Alright?' (it only worsened your feelings with the uncertainty that hung under his general tone), before walking away with the other figure.

-Anyway yeah everythings fine obvi lmao. He comes back the next night (with the same company as the previous one) and introduces you to him properly- Sanford. You're still on edge with him, but you're a little too busy freaking out over 'hey you're ok like you're fine right like everything is good right they didn't sell us out for realsies right????' while Dei repeatedly tries to reassure you that YES, he is fine. If he weren't so focused on getting you to calm down he could laugh at seeing you so frazzled. The nights continue on with you two talking, Sanford eventually being incorporated into the conversations with enough of Dei trying to get you two to mutually warm up to one another. It doesn't take long for the talks to go from general, to personal, to your goals. Those goals being a mutually shared one of getting out of here.

-skipping ahead 2 SQ days lol / more general hcs

-please know Dei is ur number one supporter. he can, will, and DOES talk and brag about you constantly. Oh, someone needs to get up to a different floor quickly?? How fortunate that HIS s/o can FLY right up there and cut time so easily huh. Oh, someone can't see something in the dark?? that's crazy, his s/o would toootally be able to tell where these agents are by the smallest little hitch of their breath. it would be more annoying if people knew he mainly does it just to get a rise out of you and because you're important to him.

-If you ever fly him around it's fun until he's digging his nails into your arm because you jokingly loosened your grip on him for a nanosecond. For someone who's flown a helicopter before, he's certainly not a fan of being suspended in the air like this. Don't be mean he WILL cry (read. clutch onto you and whine that he tooootally could've fallen and like, DIED if you weren't more careful mannnn ..... once again, he's just trying to get a rise out of you because he thinks its funny to get on your nerves. just a little bit. a healthy dosage of annoyance <33 /j)

-not literally but he is the werewolf to your vampire does this make any sense. you know what i mean.

-TOTALLY loves it if you're intimidating by any means. Something about the way the blood instantly drains from people's faces once they notice your red eyes in the dark somewhere above him and those huge wings of yours stretching out after they just rejected some work offer of his makes it impossible for him to bite back a grin. he thinks you're sick as FUCK (/pos) and he'll tell you as much afterwards, practically smothering you in kisses while going on about how cool you looked and how you absolutely scared that guy shitless

-if you ever use your wings as a blanket (either for yourself or him) he'll cry and sob so hard. he just leans against the nearest wall like 'ohhh my god i need a minute.' (POSITIVELY he just thinks its cute and it kills him to death)

#couldnt rlly figure out where to put this but i'd imagine there'd be some bonding over 'hey scientists dont care about you and my coworkers #are annoyed by me so maybe we can be alone together /r' or whatever #deimos x reader #madcom x reader #madness combat x reader #rot writes

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karuinekom · 2 years

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frenchie is literally that kind of guy that could go straight to izzy asking him to teach how to write and read, if we assume he doesn't know how to read well. because i wanna point out the fucker was still able to read the french invitation for the party

and so, he just does it one evening, after dining with the other, grabbing a plate for izzy, who has been skipping meals with the crew because he still gets pissed at them sometimes. frenchie, walking in his room, which is still izzy's, even after edward and stede reunite. after the crew reunited, and jim and olu had to accept that. but somehow, now, it's also frenchie's because he's been hanging out there way too much. and he doesn't even deny it. but rather he barges, and he barges a lot about it saying "the other day i saw him knitting something, did you know he could knit?" as he meant that nobody else has seen him like that, and makes him feel special. however, izzy doesn't deny it as well

as if the crew doesn't know what kind of the relationship they have. as if they haven't noticed how frenchie follows him around, as izzy doesn't bark at him that harshly, as frenchie sings for him, like, he's still singing and playing for the crew, but the songs seem always love letters to him. and izzy knows it, knows it well, and that's why he doesn't want him to down anything. because he knows he'll crack at the image of frenchie's writing in the most crappy handwriting, complaining about how izzy's calligraphy is much more readable

so, izzy initially refuses, not breaking even after the lad starts pushing him, saying to him ‘pretty please' and the grumpy pirate is basically restraining himself, he's trying to do it at least and he knows he could be crack at any moment, at another single good word from frenchie, but the bard has already given up, after a couple of minute of pestering him and is instead walking to stede or lucius, probably lucius asking him to teach how to do it. not to jim because he still doesn't know they could read and write actually. he asks lucius and the scribe is half wanting to help and half hating it because it's interrupting his day of ‘not doing anything'. but he still agrees, and he starts from the basics, testing what frenchie could actually do

but then, izzy walks on deck and notices frenchie and lucius studying, just after izzy rejected frenchie's request, and he's outraged. almost offended because it was this easy to replace him with lucius. and as he just passes near the duo and ignores both of them – thing he does at first, for like two minutes – he just can't. and maybe it's jealousy, but whatever that is, izzy stomps towards the fool and squeezes his shoulder, looking visibly annoyed

"what's wrong, dizzy izzy?" says lucius as he hands his quill to frenchie. izzy death glaring at him and squeezing more and the fool jolting away not to get his shoulder broken. "mind bother us the only time i do something on this ship?"

frenchie is just silent because izzy can literally break him. and the second he opens his mouth, izzy is already barking at him a "you! move! below deck. now." and releasing his grip, frenchie jumps on his feet, a thrilled-half scared smile because that part of izzy is still quite hot and he walks back in izzy's room. waiting. and before izzy turns his heels and goes downstairs as well, lucius calls him out.

"he wanted to write you love songs and letters. c'mon dizzy, let him have some fun." and izzy now even more frustrated as the scribe pointed out frenchie's intents. and after cursing at him and calling him a twat as usual he storms away, kicks the door opens and locks it behind, the lantern wobbling on top of their heads, grabbing frenchie by his yellow necktie and slowly mellowing as he's gazed back by those dark eyes and he doesn't speak for a moment

"why you asked spriggs for help?"

"you told me you wouldn't teach me."

"that wasn't my point."

"so, what was it really? because you're so cryptic in your silences. you always make me wonder what you could've been thinking. don't like to do all the hard work by myself."

and Izzy does go silent again, because frenchie got him like he always does. he knows his weak points and he sees through him so well. and for a second izzy is so close to dropping the act and just leaning in for a kiss, still hard and too high to reach, while the other look sat him adamant. and for once is frenchie's silence that breaks izzy.

"fffine—"

"was my pretty face that cracked your shell or did the idea of teaching me something turned you on?"

"shut up you twat."

the way he said that is everything but derogatory, it's actually soft and as soft as he pulls the necktie, frenchie now lowering, deceived he'd get a kiss, just to be flipped on the floor. and a small book and a quill are thrown at him. izzy pulling the chair of his desk close to the bed where frenchie is now leaning on and starts talking, mapping the letters of the alphabet, and frenchie has to focus so much to actually learn, and not just be dazed by him

#ofmd #our flag means death #izzy hands #frenchie #frenchizzy #frenzzy #ouizzy #izzy x frenchie #ofmd izzy #ofmd frenchie #the idea of izzy teaching him how to read will be living in my head till the end of times #i kinda got carried away but ouizzy does that to my brain

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((First of all, I’m glad you liked that speech. Scott’s very proud of that speech honestly.))

((Let’s see here, I think I can round up some headcanons related to that. Once again, I went overboard so see below))

(( @arandomnerdsrp358 just in case you wanna see this too))

As Scott said in his speech, the first time Cassie brought her significant other [S.O.] home to meet him, he saw the look in her eye and realized she’s got it bad for them.

Their dating life was full of ups and downs, and Scott lost count how many times Cassie swapped between “I love them so much I can see me being with them forever” and “I can’t stand them I think we’re going to break up”.

The couple’s young and they’re figuring a lot of things out. It’s just part of relationships sometimes. But Scott rooted for them because he could see how happy they made each other and how they were made for each other.

The more the couple were together, the more that passionate flipflop in feelings subsided into comfort and familiarity and the need/want to be together.

Maggie seemed to know from the get-go Cassie would marry this one, but it was Scott who correctly called when [S.O.] would propose.

[S.O.] took Cassie to her favorite spot in a nearby park for a picnic. It’s quiet and peaceful with lots of beautiful trees that are in their summer prime, bright green and full. They go to watch the sunset, and when it got dark, that’s when [S.O.] popped the question. When Cassie said yes, the fairy lights [S.O.] hid in the trees came to life, making the moment magical.

[S.O.] may or may not have requested some help from Scott to make that work.

The couple decided they weren’t really big on long engagements. They know they’re it for each other so why wait forever and a day for the big day? They decided on a spring wedding which gave them and their families less than a year to get everything together. Which is a lot.

Scott thought his job would be pretty easy though. Help pay for the wedding and walk her down the aisle without ugly crying over it. Okay so maybe it wasn’t that easy but still. The less decisions he had to make, the better.

Cassie informing him about his speech was a surprise, but it wasn’t the biggest surprise she threw on him.

She asked him to sing.

“You want me to what?”

“Please, Daddy? I really love listening to you sing, and you’re better than you think you are. It would make me so very happy.”

Ohhhhh she pulled the Daddy card and used her puppy dog eyes. Instant KO.

So his job just got harder now because he’s not sure he can walk her down the aisle without crying, never mind sing in front of everybody at her wedding without crying.

She requested “Can’t Help Falling in Love With You” by Elvis Presley, and he could do it however he wanted. Play it off his phone, have someone play accompaniment for him, whatever. It just had to be that song.

So Scott being Scott and tending to go above and beyond for people he loves, he decided to do something special just for Cassie. And [S.O.] too but really just for Cassie.

He learned how to play an acoustic guitar. He can only play one song though, but one’s enough especially since he likes the drums better anyway.

Nobody knew what he was up to. Nobody. He didn’t let anybody watch him practice, and he managed to actually keep this a secret which is a big deal for him. Until it was time for sound checks for the ceremony, and Scott made sure to do his sound check before anyone else showed up so he could keep the surprise.

Hope and Maggie both tried to get him to crack. They obviously knew something was up. “You’re hiding something.” He just shrugged and offered his trademark smirk. “It better not be anything ridiculous, Scott.”

“I would never do anything ridiculous on Cassie’s big day. Well…not anything embarrassing anyway. If it falls under the ridiculous category, I guess we’ll have to wait and see if it does.”

His turn in the ceremony came right before the vows, and when he pulled the acoustic guitar out of hiding and started to play softly, Cassie gasped in pure shock.

Then he started to sing, and she started to cry. All good tears, I promise. No embarrassment here. Just love. Lots of love.

#for the ant mun #scott lang #ant-man #cassie lang #peanut #adult cassie au #weddings #engagement #headcanon #maggie paxton #hope van dyne #ant man #antman

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