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baileypie-writes · 5 months

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Would yyou pllleeeeeaaaseee do velvet x male reader?? (any scenario) thx

A/N ~ Sure! Hope you like the scenario I picked out!

~How Dare You Say That!~

Velvet x Male!Reader

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Reader: Male

Relationship: Romantic

Synopsis: An interviewer says something about you that makes Velvet very upset.

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, Velvet getting really mad, crying(Velvet), cringe

Sitting in the back of the studio, you couldn’t help but smile. Your girlfriend, Velvet, and her brother were having an interview. The camera crew were busily scrambling behind the scenes, but your attention was only on her.

She looked stunning. Her fashion sense was always the best, way better than yours, and the outfit she picked out today made her look like a star. Not that she didn’t always look like one.

“So where did your guys’s talent come from? Is it genetics? Are your parents good at singing too?” Asked the interviewer.

“Oh, goodness no!” Veneer answered. “Our parents were dentists!” The crowd erupted in laughter, making Veneer look proud of himself.

The interviewer laughed as well. “Well, I’m sure they’re proud of you!” Velvet and Veneer looked at each other, smiling.

“And I’m also sure that your boyfriend is proud of you too!” He said, looking at Velvet. She smiled, looking at you. You nodded, giving her a thumbs up, confirming the interviewer’s statement.

“He is.” Said Velvet, proudly.

The interviewer continued. “Speaking of your boyfriend, how long have you two been together?”

“A few months.” Velvet seemed happy to be talking about you. She looked back at you, giving you a big smile.

“Really? Well congratulations to him. Must be nice to be dating a famous pop-star!” Velvet’s smile dropped a bit. So did yours. Was that comment really necessary? She took a quick glance at you, letting you know that it also made her uncomfortable.

“He seems to really love you!” He continued. Velvet nodded. “It’s great, considering so many people date stars for the money and fame. Honestly, you can barely tell which relationships are real these days! Glad to see that this guy’s different. At least I hope so! Only time will tell, am I right?” He winked, and the crowd laughed. But neither you nor Velvet thought it was funny.

You were very uncomfortable at this point. Many people were looking at you, and one guy even patted your back in a joking manner. Velvet’s expression changed from awkward, to just plain mad.

“What are you implying?” She asked, glaring directly at the man. “Are you saying that my boyfriend could only want me because I’m famous?” The crowd went silent. The interviewer opened his mouth to speak, but Velvet cut him off. “How dare you say that! He loved me before anyone knew who I was! He could never be that shallow!” She stood up, grabbing her brother’s hand. “Come on, Veneer, we’re done here!”

The crowd was filled with gasps and murmurs as they walked off stage. You got up from your seat, and followed the camera crew, who were trying to get to Velvet and Veneer.

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You eventually got to the dressing room. The door was being guarded by two big men, blocking it from the various camera crew people, as well as the interviewer.

He was giving Velvet a half-assed apology. He was also calling her sensitive, saying that it was “just a joke”. You walked up to the man, placing a hand on his shoulder to move him out of the way. You scowled at him, causing him to back away. You looked at the two guards.

“Let me in.” You demanded. They stepped aside, obviously knowing who you were. You opened the door, and your heart sank.

Your girlfriend was sitting at the vanity, Veneer comforting her. She was shaking, and quiet sobs could be heard. You felt awful for her.

“Hey Velvet.” You said in a calm, comforting tone. She jolted up, and spun around. Tears were running down her face, as well as her mascara. It was honestly shocking for you to see her like this. Sure, you’ve seen her said before, but this is the first time you’ve seen her cry.

You walked over to her, and gave her the biggest hug you possibly could. “I’m so sorry sweetie.”

“You’re sorry?! It’s that stupid man’s fault! What was he even thinking, saying something like that?! And people had the audacity to laugh! How is implying that you’re a greedy liar funny?” You were sure that the people on the other side of the door could hear her. You specifically hoped that the interviewer did. You rubbed her back, letting her vent.

“I mean, is that what people really think of you?” She said. You pulled away from the hug to look at her face. Her mascara was even more runny than before.

“Velvet, I don’t care what people think of me. They can think whatever they want, but that doesn’t make it true. I love you, famous or not. And I didn’t get to say this verbally before, but I am very proud of you.” Velvet was still crying after you spoke, but now, they were happy tears. She was so happy finally hearing someone say they were proud of her. You hugged again, not caring one bit about the group of people outside.

(Bonus Content)

Veneer had just finished writing a lengthy post shaming the interviewer. Seconds after it was posted, the likes were already rolling in.

People were giving tons of support to you and Velvet, and absolutely none for the that shitty man.

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~~baileypie-writes

#trolls 3 band together #trolls 3 #trolls 3 velvet #velvet x reader #trolls 3 x reader

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severelystrangewriter · 7 months

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Birthday (Flufftober 2023 Day 5)

Pairing: hakkai shiba x female reader

WC: 579

Warnings: none

Summary: no one showed up to your birthday party except one other person

Note: hakkai is so precious i wanted to write something for him <3

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Birthdays were dumb.

Why?

Because right now you were sitting at a picnic table by yourself celebrating yours on your own. Not a single person you invited had showed up to your party; all the ones that had told you yes had texted you various reasons as to why they couldn’t come as you were getting set up at the park: something unexpected popped up, or they fell ill, or they were just too busy.

You had believed them, that is, until you were scrolling through social media when you stumbled across the popular kid’s profile and they had posted a photo of them celebrating their birthday with all the people that couldn’t come to yours. That solidified your thoughts on birthdays being the dumbest thing in the world.

Your eyes filled with tears and you dropped your head on the table. There was a lot of pizza and cupcakes but you couldn’t bring yourself to eat. It was a blow to your ego, that much was for sure, and you felt like the lamest person in the world as you sat there, your sniffles and the sounds of nature being the only thing to break the silence.

“I don’t think you're supposed to cry on your birthday,” A guy’s voice startled you from your pity party.

Looking up, you saw a tall teenager you recognized from your class as Hakkai Shiba. He was a shy boy that didn’t talk much to you, but you had still invited him to your party because he was nice and you didn’t want him to feel left out. He hadn’t given you a definitive answer on whether he would come, but here he was with a small present in hand. You were surprised, to say the least.

Hakkai then looked around and asked in a curious tone, “Am I early?”

At this, you wiped your eyes and shook your head, “It’s just us. Everyone else went to a different party.”

“Oh,” Was all he said before adding with a light shrug, “Well I’m here.”

You cracked a small smile, saying quietly, “I’m glad you could come. It means a lot.”

Hakkai took a seat next to you with a smile of his own as he held out the small box. He looked sheepish as he explained, “It’s not much, but I got you this.”

You took it from him and gingerly removed the wrapping. It was a jewelry box and when you opened it, your mouth dropped open in shock. Inside was a bracelet made of colorful glass beads and dangling from it was a little butterfly charm.

“Oh wow,” You looked at it in awe, lifting it up from the box to get a closer look. Then you slipped the bracelet around your wrist, your smile growing as it fit perfectly. “I love it.”

Hakkai released a small breath of relief, “I didn’t know what you liked, but I saw it and thought of you.”

Your happiness overtook you and you gave him a quick hug as you thanked him. When you pulled away, his cheeks were dusted a light pink, clearly flustered by your actions.

“Sorry, I just got excited,” You apologized quickly, feeling a little embarrassed yourself.

He looked away and cleared his throat, “It’s fine. I’m just glad you like it.”

It fell silent for a moment and your gaze landed on the pizza and cupcakes, realizing that it was way too much for just the two of you. Tilting your head, you looked over at Hakkai and asked, “You wouldn’t happen to know anyone who would want some free food would you?”

Hakkai looked at the food, humming in thought, “I could text my sister and Taka-chan if you want.”

Grinning brightly, you nodded your head, “The more the merrier.”

And so Hakkai sent a message to his older sister, Yuzuha. She answered right away saying that she’d be there in about ten minutes. While you waited, you and Hakkai spent the time getting to know each other better. When Yuzuha showed up, she brought with her another boy that went by Mitsuya, or Taka-chan as Hakkai had called him.

Being with the three of them was a lot of fun and you couldn’t remember the last time you laughed so much. Hakkai really saved the day and for that, you were grateful. You even exchanged numbers with him so you could start making plans to hang out again. By the time it was over, you felt like it had been the best birthday you ever had.

#tokyo revengers #hakkai shiba #shiba hakkai #hakkai x reader #hakkai shiba x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #fanfiction #x reader #flufftober #kace writes

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glitt3r-litt3r · 2 years

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Princess

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!reader

Summary: When y/n’s cheer squad find out who her boyfriend is they have a lot to say

A/N i’m terrible at summaries lol. Y/N being a boss bitch lowkey. I can’t stop thinking about Eddie it’s like ruining my day in the best way possible. This doesn’t have a specific time cuz there’s nothing stranger things about it besides the characters.

The sun was beating down on the field today, even with the fall breeze I was still breaking a sweat. It was hard to maintain the same pace when I spent all summer sitting in the back of Eddie’s van listening to music and eating chips.

Every season it’s like this but I’m glad to be back. I love the way it feels, the burn in my legs and arms and lungs. Something about working out always made me feel the best, that’s why I joined the squad. The minute there’s a girls softball team at Hawkins i’ll be on it. Especially because I can’t stand most of the girls. They are constantly judging everyone while simultaneously signing up for canned food drives. Hypocrites.

I was stretching my legs out in between drills when I hear Michelle scoff.

“What is the freak doing here?” she asks, drawing attention to the bleachers.

There he was, boots stomping onto the metal bleachers. He was wearing sunglasses and his classic leather/vest combo. At the sight of him my face flares up red, he said he was going to pick me up not watch the whole thing.

“He’s only here to perv on us” Says Kimberly. Actually he was here to perv on me but whatever.

“he’s probably here scouting his next victim to try and sell drugs to” someone says behind me.

Victim? These girls are clueless.

“that’s not how drug deals even work.” I deadpan. Fuck that sounded wrong.

“I mean, from what I hear they seek him out not vice versa. Just saying...” They were all staring at me now. Their faces were a mix of confusion and doubt.

“Can we get back to the drills now” I say before running off. There was a nice breeze but there was sweat all down the back of my shirt. Luckily Eddie has seen me sweaty before or I’d be real embarrassed right about now.

The rest of practice I tried not to look to my left whenever possible. Every time I saw him sitting there my stomach flipped and I would stumble or miss my mark. It was better to not look, for safety reasons. He was smiling each time I looked over, little shit. As time went on more boys started dotting the stands trying to catch a glimpse of something or to watch their girlfriends. Eddie sits far away from any of them pretending to read a comic.

Patrick, who has had a crush on me since last season, was among them. I made extra effort not to look any where near him. Especially since Eddie is not the best at handling these types of situations with grace,

“Oh my god Y/N! Patrick has been staring at you for the last ten minutes” Someone squeals. They break out into ooo’s and little encouragements. I drink some water and think of what to say.

“He’s cute! And he plays basketball with Jason, I could set you guys up” Chrissy says smiling brightly. She’s always been really kind but no way in hell am I letting that happen.

“He’s not really my type” I say trying to leave it simple. It’s also true, I'm more into heavy metal listening, leather wearing sweethearts who like Star Wars so Patrick is pretty far off.

“You say that about everyone! Who is your type?” Asks Michelle.

Images of Eddie pop into my head. His soft smile reserved only for me. Him air drumming as he drives singing as loud as he can. The way he sleeps on his stomach like a baby holding onto the pillow. His eyes when he’s playing guitar. The slight frizzy halo his hair makes in the sunlight. I think of the smell of leather and weed. The feeling of his rings on my face. Without hesitation I say his name.

“Eddie Munson.”

There’s a moment of silence and I think everyone’s going to die from shock. The first noise that breaks the pause is a laugh. Everyone joins in thinking i’m obviously making a joke of some sort.

“Y/N don’t be mean! I know he’s a freak but don’t get his hopes up”

“You’re so funny Y/N”

“God can you imagine the kind of girl who’d actually go out with that freak?”

They are laughing full on now. The tips of my ears are burning and I can feel the sweat running down my neck.

“Alright girls! You are dismissed. Go home, rest, and come back ready to learn the new routines tomorrow.” says the coach. Thank god

Everyone starts moving toward the benches but I can’t move just yet. Take a deep breath and try again. Eddie see’s everyone heading toward their stuff and stands up preparing to walk back to the D&D room to wait for me.

I grab my back and hurry toward the bleachers. When I pass the girls I hear them snicker again.

“Hey Munson!” I shout walking faster now. Everyone pauses and turns their attention to me. Wondering what a girl like me could want with a guy like him.

Eddie turns toward me shocked that I’m shouting his name in front of everyone.

When I get to the bleachers I step onto the first step pulling his shoulders forward into a kiss. He freezes against me before I feel him melt onto my lips. When I pull back his pupils are huge and he has a lazy smile on his face.

“Hi sweetheart” he whispers

“Hi baby”

I grab his hand and start walking back to the school. Everyone is staring but honestly I don’t really care. Eddie tries to regain his composure by placing his sunglasses on again. His cheeks are still red though.

“Let them stare. Fuck em” I say kissing his hand guiding him forward.

“yeah fuck em” he says lowly.

This moment of confidence and euphoria is cut short when I hear Michelle behind us.

“You can’t be serious Y/N,”

Eddie stops first tugging my arm to make me turn back. Michelle and her robots are standing there with their arms crossed.

“He’s a drug dealer! You could get kicked off the squad for getting involved with people like him” Her nose is all the way turned up as she refers to my boyfriend. The girls on either side of her nod their head.

“Well you could get kicked off the squad if the coach knew you used the locker room to let Jacob Cunningham go to third base but you don’t hear me blabbing about all that.” I state matter of factly. It’s true and everyone knows it but still when I say it her mouth drops open. I watch as the anger bubbles over and she stomps her foot before squealing like a pig.

“Oh you are so dead! No one’s gonna wanna hang out around you or that freak ever again.” She screams

At the word freak I move toward her dropping Eddies hand who’s watching this with a mix of adoration and fear.

“Call him a freak again and I’ll break your teeth in” I’m standing directly in front of her now. Her robots have taken two steps back and are watching to see my next move.

“did you just threaten me? I’m telling the coach that-”

“That what? That you are harassing me and my boyfriend?” I ask. When she doesn’t answer I keep going. “Tell her that you guys spend every day making his life miserable because you’re jealous. You’re so jealous of him it makes your skin crawl, you wish you could do whatever you want but you’re stuck doing what everyone else wants you to do. You do cheer and make honor roll and buy all the expensive clothes and date boys who play basketball but at the end of the day you go home and cry yourself to sleep so why don’t you bury your head in the sand and wait for the prom.” I say turning back to Eddie.

I hold my hand out toward him and smile. All the anger from weeks of hiding is gone and I feel lighter than ever.

When we’re out of earshot he breaks out into laughter.

“ A Breakfast Club quote? Really?”

I laugh loudly not thinking he caught that.

“It was the only thing that came to mind!” I defend. He shakes his head at my cliché comeback.

“Well still that was badass” He kisses my cheek proudly

We make it inside just in time for the D&D meeting.

“I’m gonna go change and i’ll meet you in there okay?” I kiss him before heading to the bathroom.

When I walk into the room Eddie is recounting the story eccentrically to the entire club. The lights are dimmed for game mode so I know everyone’s eagerly waiting to start. When he see’s me enter he stops with his arms open and smiling brightly.

“And here she is fresh from defending my honor the Princess of Hellfire” He starts clapping dramatically. He looks so proud of me. I blush at the stupid nickname. Being the only girl had it’s perks, having to be called the Princess was not one of them.

“Gentlemen” I say curtseying and bowing my head holding my imaginary dress in my hands. They greet me kindly like they always do. Eddie sits in his chair and opens his legs inviting me to sit on his lap. I walk over slowly before lowering myself onto his left leg where I always sit. He places his hands on my hips and squeezes gently. Before he starts he whispers in my ear,

“Thank you so much sweetheart. Remind me to buy you as many Spiderman comic books as you want next time we go out.” He kisses my shoulder. I know how hard it’s been for him being stuck here. I want him to get out of here just as much as he does.

“you don’t have to thank me baby, I love you” I say turning to kiss him.

“I love you more-”

“Can we start please!” someone shouts.

I laugh and face foreword.

“Fine it’s your death.” Eddie mutters before starting his script for his campaign.

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson is hot #i love eddie munson

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beauvibaby · 2 years

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You’re ok – J.Seresin “Hangman”

Summary: Hangman and reader are dating but it doesn’t come out until after the mission

A/N: this is my first time writing for anything Top Gun Maverick so please be nice okkkkk

Word count: 1.1K

“Oh, Penny.” You heard a voice call from the bar behind you, the guy went blank when you turned around, he clearly hadn’t looked over here as he spoke. “Penny’s off today, but I’m more than happy to help you out, pilot.” You retorted, quirking a brow when he gave you a smirk. “Three for me and my buddies, darling.” He spoke smoothly, you wouldn’t lie, it hit you just how he wanted it to, but you could dish it right back. “Call me darling again and I’ll be ringing that bell for you.” You gave him an innocent smile as you pointed to the sign behind you as you went to pop the caps off their bottles. When you turned back, he was staring at you in amusement, “thanks, darling.” He remarked, you waited until he was beginning to turn around before you reached up and rang the bell, the bar erupting into cheers at the free round of drinks. He whipped back around, “can’t say I didn’t warn ya.” You shrugged when he opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water.

And that’s how met your boyfriend, better known as Hangman.

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“How long will you be gone?” You asked as you watched him pack into his duffel bag, “four days.” He answered, glancing over from his spot at the end of the bed, you were sitting in the chair in the corner, nervously tapping your foot. You’d been with him for a few months now, just starting to tell each other “I love you” and you’d sent him off countless times, but never had it been a mission that you couldn’t even know where he was going. “Jake, how worried do I need to be?” You couldn’t keep the words from falling out of your mouth, and when you saw the way he froze mid movement, you knew this was a dangerous mission. He took long strides over to you, “it’s no different than any other time I’ve gone away.” He tried to sound confident but he broke when you looked at him with teary eyes. “No, baby please.” He sighed, pulling you into his chest, he never thought he’d feel this way over seeing you cry, but here he was, head over heels for you and willing to do anything to make you feel better.

“Y/N, listen.” He demanded with a gentle tone, “it’s about the pilot, that’s what Maverick said and it’s true, I’ve got this, we’re going to be ok.” He assured you, making sure you were looking directly at him when he spoke, you nodded slowly, “ok.” You sighed, allowing yourself to soak up his comfort as he kissed your forehead. The two of you were so different with each other than with the rest of the world.

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Four days had come and gone, and you were on high alert every time a new crowd walked into the bar, it was a busy night which was good because it kept you somewhat distracted while waiting for Hangman and his team to show up, most of them had ties to this bar so it was always the first stop after a deployment. Penny was working alongside you when the music cut off abruptly, your head snapped in the direction of the piano, seeing Rooster take a seat at the piano and begin playing his song, Penny gave you a nod when you looked at her, she was the only one who knew about you and Hangman.

You untied your waist apron and slammed it down behind the bar, quickly moving into the crowd, the tan uniforms surrounding the piano. You were trying to spot him, Maverick had made his way to the bar to see Penny with ease. For a second you thought maybe Hangman did the same, but you knew he was afraid to let the team see his caring side. You tried to keep a neutral face when you nearly face planted onto Rooster as you got through the crowd, “hey guys.” You spoke, not seeing a sign of Jake anywhere. “Glad to see you guys back here.” You had to play stupid, like you didn’t know they’d just gone on a suicide mission and survived. “Hey, Y/N.” Bob smiled, absolutely oblivious to why your eyes were darting around, meanwhile the rest of them had begun to piece it together. “I’ll be going now.” Your voice betrayed your nerves, shocking them as they’d never heard you anything but confident and snarky.

You were nearing the bar when you saw him, uniform and all, his back towards you as his head kept going back and forth, scanning the room for you. Relief hit you like a truck, so much so that you hadn’t realized the bar was returning to normal, the crowd spreading out back to their spots and the team gathering around the pool table now that Rooster plugged the jukebox back in. “Jake.” You called, watching him turn around quickly, his smile spreading the farthest you’d ever seen. “Told you I’d be back, darling.” He chuckled as you launched yourself on him, he didn’t care anymore, that he realized while on the ship, he knew that everyone else there had people who cared for them, who wanted them to make it back safe. They deserved to know that you were that person for Hangman.

Phoenix grinned when she saw the way you clung to him, and the rest were slightly shocked that their suspicions had been confirmed. “You’re ok?” You asked in his neck, before leaning back and searching for any injuries, his hands rested on your lower back, “I’m ok, not a scratch on me.” He assured you, “now can I have a kiss? I’ve fucking missed my girl.” He mumbled, stumbling when you pressed your lips to his in a searing kiss. You smiled against each other as the team started hooting and hollering, while Hangman simply flipped them off while kissing you again. Penny flicked the back of his head, making him jump away from you, “ow?” He turned to her in confusion, “it’s a bar not a hotel room, keep it in your pants, Seresin.” She chastised, making him look away nervously, he wasn’t scared of many people but Penny definitely was one of them, especially with how close you and her were.

“Penny, can I–“ “You’re done for the night, get outta here.” She cut you off with a smile, she knew how smitten you were, she’s been there. Jake grinned and tucked you under his arm as he led you through the bar, “don’t we get introduced to your girlfriend, Hangman?” Phoenix called, you laughed as he cussed under his breath. “Let’s stay for a bit, deal with the questions, then you’ve got me all to yourself.” You whispered, kissing the edge of his jaw, “you’re no fair.” He complained as you dragged him to his friends.

The teasing was relentless, even though everyone knew he would be the same hard ass with them, but they knew you were his soft spot.

Tagging: bestie @eberles & @srry-itshockeyszn since she wanted this fic 😌

#jake seresin #hangman top gun #hangman imagine #Jake Seresin imagine #glen powell #top gun maverick

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lilacwineandthesinkingsun · 2 years

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Oh what Chris Evans talks about his shy girlfriend in an interview with et or Jimmy fallon

Ohh yess!

-So ladies and gentlemen, i present you….. Chris Evans! - said the interviewer, as Chris walked in with a happy smile. - Welcome Chris, how are you today?

- I’m feeling really good thank you!

- do not get me wrong, i think i speak for all of us when i say that we love to see you this happy, but i cannot help but ask, what is the reason behind it? Maybe a quick answer before we dove into today’s topic. - smiled the interviewer, and Chris chuckled.

He knew that the interview will be about his love life, that old interview where he said that he wants to be a daddy someday, which of course made basicaly half of the women population’s panties drop.. so you teo talked about “coming out in the open” after the last 5 years together. You were quite a shy and private person, the private part true to him too, so he understood why you, a “simple” businesswoman wanted to stay in the shadows and not in the eyes of the public. He loved you for it. He had enough PR relationships, goldiggers running after him, newbie actresses trying to climb the ladder on his back. You just lived him for himself. Not his characters or his money.

- Yes um.. actually i kind of have an announcement to make, which goes with todays topic as well. As you all know i am quite a private person and i would like to stay that way, but today i finally got permission to tak about this to some extent. I um.. i am deeply, madly in love for the past 5 years and couldn’t be happier as i am now, finally being able to shout it to the world. - he said a little blush creeping up his neck.

- and what is there that we can know about this special lady of yours?

-yes so, she is shy so i cannot show her to you, you’ll just have to take my word for it that she is the most beautiful, perfect, kind, big-hearted person i know. She is hardworking and honest. Always calls me out on my faults yet does not afraid to say sorry when she’s at fault. I cannot even tell you how much i love her. I don’t know what would i do without her. I guess the saying’s true.. behind every succesful man is a strong woman.. he said with a smile even bigger.

-we are really glad to hear this Chris! We wish you two a very happy life together. I’m assuming you plan to take it further right?- asked the interviewer with a cheeky smile and a wiggle of his eyebrows making the crowd go whooooooing. Thats when you saw Chris reaching into his pocket and taking out a small box. You are sitting in front of the tv, with your hands on your mouth, tears already in your eyes.

-you could say that. I bought this after two weeks of dating her. I knew it back then but i was too afraid to ask it that soon. I wanted to do it properly you know. Ask his dad, plan the whole thing, get a nice photographer and stuff.. and i think that after today, sonce the whole world knows how much i love her, i’ll might just finally pop the question. - he said smiling, tears in his eyes. The interviewer shook his hands and put an arm on his shoulder.

-Well Chris, i think this is where we end it today, but you are under the obligations to tell us all about how it went. -he winked before he walked Chris out.

You couldn’t wait for him to get home to you.

#fanfic #chris evans imagine #chris evans smut #chris evans x reader #chris evans #cevans #request #requested #requests are open #asks

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mischiefnevermanaged89-blog · 29 days

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Love Me Like You Do

Juice Ortiz X Reader Fic

*Hello my dears! Please be patient with me as this is my 1st SOA fic! Thought I’d try it out here with you wonderful peeps! Now, a little about this story:

Reader is Opie’s half little sister (we’re going to say they share Piney as a dad, she has a different mother than Ope)

She returns home to Charming to own her own business

Reader is plus sized (since that is what I identify as and can write from personal experience)

This may not follow the seasons. It’s an idea that popped in my head from the song it’s named after. I hope you enjoy it! Please, feedback is appreciated!*

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~He was the missing piece I didn’t know I needed until he walked into my life. The day I returned home, that’s when I met him. That was the day my life changed. ~

I stood in the middle of the old building, just coming from signing the paperwork to make it mine, for a cheap price I might add, from the old man who used to own it. I couldn’t help but smile. My smile grew bigger as I heard the motorcycles pulling up out front. This is what I had been waiting for.

My back was still turned to the doors as they opened, sending a ray of sunlight in, illuminating the place better.

“We’re looking for the new owner of this old place. Know where I can find him?” A deep voice boomed in the almost empty space.

I chuckled. “Yeah, but it’s not a him. I just bought it off of old man Sinsom.”

“I know that voice.”

“Me,too.”

I smiled as I turned to see my older half brother Opie and his best friend, Jax, standing in front of Jax’s stepfather.

“Hello, boys. It’s good to see you.”

Opie laughed as he strode over and pulled me into a hug. “(Y/N)! When did you get back?”

“Today. Well, last night actually. Drove up so I could sign the papers making this place mine.” I waved my hands around me.

“It’s good to see you, Darlin.” Jax said as he hugged me tight.

“You, too.” I stood back and looked at them. “I see you grew up and got VP Teller.”

Jax nodded. “Yeap.”

I looked at the other guys standing behind them. “Well, I’ll be damned! Is that Tiggy?”

Tig smiled and opened his arms. “Hey, baby. It’s good to see you all grown up.”

I gave him a hug, him being my second favorite when I grew up around here. “It’s only been three years since I last seen you.”

“Hi, Bobby. It’s good to see you, too.”

“You, too, sweetheart. You’re old man’s gonna have a fit when he sees you.”

“Speaking of, where is he?”

Bobby nodded his head towards the door. “He’s comin’. Takes him a few to get around with the oxygen.”

Just then, the doors opened and in walked Piney. The man still looked the same as he did three years ago. I couldn’t help the smile on my face when I seen him.

“Hi, daddy.”

“My god. (Y/N). You’re back. Come here, sweetheart.” He smiled.

I gave him a hug and just held him. I had missed him the last few years, I missed them all. He held me in front of him by my shoulders and looked me up and down. “Still as beautiful as ever.”

“Oh, Opie. You didn’t tell me he’d went senile.”

Opie laughed. “He gets that way sometimes.”

“What? No love for me? I’m wasting away over here.”

I turned to see Clay with an arrogant smirk on his face. I gave him a quick hug. “It’s good to see you, Clay. How’s Gemma?”

He shrugged. “She’s good. Be glad to see you.”

I nodded. Before I could say anything else, there was the sound of someone clearing their throat.

“Oh, shit. Sorry, man. (Y/N), this is Juice. He’s been with us a few years now. Juice, this is my baby sister, (Y/N).” Opie said as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

I held out my hand to the younger of them. “Nice to meet you.”

He nodded. “You, too.”

He took my hand and I swore I could feel electricity run through my fingers at his touch. I cleared my throat and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

“So, sweetheart, what brings you back to Charming?” Dad asked.

“Well, I came back to get a new start. Mom’s pissed at me. Grandfather passed away a few months ago and left me everything. And I mean everything. She got pissed when he left her out the will. Saying, and I quote, ‘I leave all my monetary and physical possessions, including the house and vehicles, to my only granddaughter, who was my world when no one else loved me in my final years. To my daughter, I leave you with nothing but the hopeful guilt you feel for abandoning your family. May you rot in hell.’”

“Holy shit! Seriously?” Jax asked, amused.

I nodded. “Yeap. And the best part is, she cannot touch anything. I sold the house after he died. It was just us the last three years and I wanted to come home. So I sold the house and all but one car.”

“So, what are you doing with this old place?” Clay asked.

“I’m going to do what I’ve always wanted to do. Own my own business. And what better way than to open up a roadside bar on the outskirts of Charming?”

“Really? That’s what you’ve always wanted to do?” Tig asked.

“Yeah. Got my business degree online while I was taking care of Grandfather and took all the right courses to get all my licenses. Found this place while looking to come home and here I am.”

“What do you need from us, darlin?”

“Some labor. I got to get this place up to code. I’m calling tomorrow to get people in here to work on the wiring and the old kitchen. I just need some help to take everything out and clean up. Plus I got to find a tech wizard to help me set up security cameras.”

“We can do that. Got a prospect that can come and we got our own tech wizard.” Jax clapped Juice in the shoulder. “Juice here is the best when it comes to all that techy shit.”

I looked at the young Puerto Rican and smiled. “Well, Juice, looks like the two of us will become friends if your as good as they say you are.”

He gave me a shy smile. “Yeah. Maybe so.”

I clapped my hands together. “Well, as wonderful as this family reunion is, I want a shower and some takeout.”

“Where you staying?” Dad asked.

“Place has a little house out back. It’s semi furnished enough to stay in tonight until my stuff arrives tomorrow.”

“Why don’t you come to the house. Surprise Donna and the kids. Have dinner with us.”

“Okay. I’ll be there. Seven?”

Opie nodded. “Yeah. See you tonight.” He hugged me and kissed the side of my head.

After hugging all the guys, minus Juice, I waved them off, noticing Juice was the last one out. I smiled to myself as I walked out the back door to my little apartment house to get ready for dinner.

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Alastor x F!Overlord! Reader pt2.

~ this is just a continuation of the bottom half of the previous fic!!! I absolutely adored writing this and I’m so glad ya’ll are liking it too!!

Warnings: dead kid, swears, vomit, bullemia, drinking, insane harm to the body, could be kinda mind fucking,weed, mentions of partying and Valentino wanting to gangbang but not actually getting none.

MORE EASTER EGGS!!!!

Taglist: @genderlessdude92 @projectdreamwalker @whitewolfsoldat @sirens-and-moonflowers

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“Good morning dear!”

“Good morning darling! I have your eggs and bacon ready for you!” I called out to my husband, taking the coffee pot off the stove and pouring two small cups, wiping my hands off on my apron and calling the children down.

“James, Mary! Come down and get your breakfast before you have to get going for school!”

“Coming mama!” I heard from the top of the stairs, I always end up having their father have to drive them anyways, I think they’re doing it on purpose at this point.

“Mmmmm! That smells delicious y/n!” My husband compliments as he walked into the kitchen, coming up behind me he wrapped his hands around my waist and gave my cheek a kiss.

“Oh Vox! Let me go I’m going to spill the coffee!” I giggled out trying to pour our glasses. He took the two cups along with their saucers and set them at the table.

“Well you look nice!” I complimented, his pinstrip suit and sharp neck tie making him look quite dapper. He sent me a smile and whipped out this mornings newspaper from the dogs mouth. “Good boy sparky.” He patted him on the head and gave him a treat.

“Momma momma guess what!!!” Mary ran up to me with her little hands behind her blue sailor dress. James took a seat at the table next to his father pretending to be him. All gotten and sophisticated.

“What is it my darling?” I asked bending down at the waist inspecting her hair to see if it was fit for school.

“I buckled my shoes on all by myself!” She bounced up and down on her red little loafers.

“Oh look at that! You have!” I smiled at her cupping her hands in my cheeks and giving her a kiss on the forehead. “I matched you mama!” She said point to my own red pumps adorning my feet. “Yes darling, now why don’t you go sit and get some breakfast.”

She ran up to the table in excitement, not yet able to reach the chair. Vox picked her up and placed her in the chair, patting her head and serving her some bacon from the plate in the middle of the table.

“Now James, you have little league after school, so you better be going right to practice, if I get another call from Mr.Johnson saying you where out in the field with those “friends” of yours again, your going to be in big trouble mister.” I sternly scolded him, sitting down to eat my own breakfast.

“Yes mom” he looked down embarrassed from our discussion last night.

“Oh cmon dear, let him have some fun occasionally, but James you really should listen to your mother.”

“Okay dad.” He perked up a little and went back to eating.

Playing with the string of pearls around my neck, a bad habit I developed when I became stressed, I tried to not bounce my leg but I couldn’t help but feel this ugly weight on my shoulders.

Standing with my coffee cup in my hand and I walked to where Vox keeps his good liquor, we usually save it for special events but… this feeling… I have a feeling my regular dose of Valium wouldn’t help…

Taking the pristine bottle from the cupboard, I got a flash in my eyes

~ “here you are darling, I got this special blend from a connection of mine on earth, I figured we could celebrate the success of our deal in a more fashioned manor,”

“Oh Alastor that’s wonderful, thank you!” I took the bottle gently from his hands, the heavy glass weighing my hands down.

Popping the cork and pouring a small amount into eachother glass, we cheered then completely disregarded the drink… instead going for each other’s mouths. Missing it like a drug.

“Y/n-“

Clawed hands grab onto my shoulders and I feel the weight of this bottle taken from me.

“Is everything alright dear?” Vox asked, feigning concern .

“Oh, yes I’m just fine, all the chores I need to get done today just making me think a lot.” I replied leaning on him for support, as his hands go to my waist and my arms wrap around his neck.

“Oh dear, why don’t you let me take over for the day and you just go to the salon and get your nails done, maybe see if you can get some extra time on the massage part.” He suggests, starting to pull me away from the cabinet and sitting me down.

I try to come up with a comprehensive anwser but~ I just feel so…… sleepy. So tired…..

Feeling a soft, plush ground now supporting me, I still struggle to come up with a scentence, my head falls to my pillow and I start to drift off.

“Just relax dearest… I’ll take care of everything… trust me….” I turn over and look into my husbands eyes, feeling the malicious intent behind them, yet not being able to…. Actually move my body…. I can’t turn away—

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“Hey y/n did you see Vox staring at you during class?” My hellion friend asked me, closing my bottom locker with her tail.

“What? No he wasn’t.” I respond trying to hide my smile behind my books.

“Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast? Of course he was.” Helga said, not even bothering to make eye contact with me as she applied more of her lipstick, then closed her locker. “Cmon, Heathers waiting for us in the cafeteria.” She said taking my arm and pulling me along.

“Y/n there you are, I need you to forge a hot but horny love note from Valentino to Marta Doonstick.” She said, flipping her hair over her horns, picking up her pencil and paper and handing it to me.

“Shit Heather I don’t have anything against Marta…” I cringed, this high school drama bullshit is so not fetch.

“You don’t have anything for her either, cmon, it’ll gets Vox’s attention too.” She smirked looking over to Hattie. “Hattie bend over, y/n needs something to write on.”

With an exasperated sigh she turned around, mindful to keep the bottom of her skirt held down, as she let me use her back to forge this note. In the most cursive stylish writing I could manage, I wrote out a whole letter to Marta, from Valentino asking her to come to his party this weekend.

Helga slowly made her way to Marta’s lunch spot, as we watched with intent, I quick glanced over to where Vox and Valentino where sitting. Seeing him chuckle made me smile, as I dazed off about him however I failed to notice his eyes shift to me. When I came to I realized we were in the bathroom, Hazel puking her guts up, and Heather and Hattie fixing their makeup in the mirror.

“Y/n did you hear what I asked you?” Heather whipped around the look at me.

“Um… sorry what?” I squinted at her before looking to her lipstick. I blinked and suddenly I’m in a completely different room, a boudoir with a giant vanity set up, I’m sat in front of the mirror with the same shade of lipstick in my hand, and my top lip done, only… it’s sneered over my cheek.

“Y/n deer, we have to go or we’ll be late for Carmillas meeting.” I looked over to the right of me, my surrounding sight no longer being blurry but clear as the morning sky. A man in a red coat with furry ears and a cane stood there fixing his coat in the mirror.

“Sorry I just… zoned out. I nicked some weed off of Angel earlier and I am, whew, I am out of it.” I responded, taking the handkerchief he offered me from his hand and wiping my cheek off. Handing it back to him our hands crossed and he came up behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders, I could see his hands… I could feel myself sitting in the stool, seeing the perfume bottles on my desk… yet I couldn’t feel anything.

“Y/n…..y/n………. Y/N!!” I suddenly DID feel the hands on my shoulders shaking me out of it. Heather was still in the mirror, Hazel was in the stall and Hattie was shaking me.

“Huh?” I replied wearily.

“C’mon Hazel let’s take another look at today’s lunch.” Heather smirked and stormed out of the bathroom.

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“Hi Velvette, this is today’s lunchtime poll.” Heather said to the pink haired girl, all she could do was click away at her bag phone before rolling her eyes to look at us.

“The exterminators come down unexpectedly, saying their going to kill off all of hell in the next 48 hours, the same day King Lucifer comes to you and gives you 58 million dollars, what do you plan to do?” She asked giving Velvet the handful of copies she printed for her to hand out.

With a forced smile she goes “I would throw and end of the world fashion show, only inviting Hell’s most sovereign overlords and big shots-“

“AND THEN PAY EVERYONE FOR A HELL WIDE GANGBANG” Valentino cuts her off, throwing his hands in the air excitedly. Making a disgusted face Velvet turns away with the papers and walks out going to post them around the school.

I looked over at Vox, hoping he would see it as an indication to answer and not me totally saying he should use the money to whisk me away and go to make our point.

He met my eyes then took a deep breath sitting up a bit more. “Well I for one would want to maybe… find a pretty girl-“ shifting his eyes back to me, “then rent a boat and, row out to the middle of the sea, get some liquor and just, have at it.” He said putting his hands under his chin and tilting to look at me.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“If I was this girl would you keep me safe from the aliens?”

“As long as I could, trust me… with your safety.” His eyes started to become swirly and, my stomach starts to be all twisted… It’s getting like, really hard to… to breath. I feel a weight hold up my hips as I close my eyes and pass out.

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“Oh hello, did Vox show you around the house yet?” I wrapped around his side, seeing his colleagues in our living room for our dinner party. Perm and Jam brought a nice wine and I had just come back from setting it down in the kitchen.

“So shall we head upstairs?” I asked only for my waist to be pulled back down,

“I’ve got it dear why don’t you go finish making dinner?” He asked adjusting his tie and lighting one of my homemade candles.

“Oh are you sure? it’s really no trouble it’s a slow cooking, the ossobuco won’t be done for another 3 hours.” I double check with him.

“Yes of course go get us some wine or something.”

“But…”

“Trust me dear…. Trust me…. With the tour.” He said holding my face tight and forcing me to look directly into his eyes… from which I can’t look away.

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A ballroom, large and golden and grand awaits me when I get to the palace, my dark blue shimmering dress catching the attention of an elegantly dressed man with a yellow and red suit adorning the space below his rectangular head. We danced through the night yet when midnight struck I suddenly remembered my goal, to come and meet the prince.

*clang* *clang* *clang*

“Oh no… oh dear.” I sat away from the gentleman and stared horrifically at the clock.

“What is it?” My gentleman asked trying to reach for my gloved hand again.

“Oh, I have to go, I have yet to meet the Prince..” I trail off.

clang* *clang* *clang*

“No you can’t leave yet.” He begs trying to follow me.

“Oh no please, I must leave.” I rebound and started to leave… I couldn’t let the Prince see me in rags.

“STOP HER”

I bump into a guard and when I went to apologize I turned to his face and there he was again…

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“Alright partner, what are we looking at?” I question putting on some sterile gloves and going to lift the sheet of the stabbed victim when I got pushed away but my asshole of a partner.

“Don’t worry y/n let me handle this.” He said taking the sheet off the body and starting the inspection.

“Ugh, yeah no, last stab case you thought I’d read the neighbor, and Mrs.Santos was an innocent old lady.” I scoffed and shoved him aside only to get elbowed in the ribs. Turning to slap him I looked into his eyes.

“Just trust me….” He spoke lowly, his mouth bleeding just a smidge……..

Why is my stomach queesy-

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“Get up you peice of shit,” throwing a glass of water on my husband he shoots up wiping his screen off the look at me.

“Who’s Venice?” I yell ready to refill my glass.

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND??” He yells back now fully awake, I came storming back into the bedroom. “I don’t even know who Venice is!!! What the fuck does that even mean!!? Venice?? That’s the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard in my fucking life!!”

“WHOS VENCIE?” I yell again throwing another glass at him.

“Oh, baby…. Baby baby, me and Val we, we’ve been investing in, in Italy.”

“Oh, you were investing in Italy?”

“Yeah baby, yeah.” He says shimmy up the bed to where I am at the foot of it still with a glass of water.

“You know what, you, your a big fucking liar!!” I throw the glass back at him and storm away.

“FUCK YOOOOU!!!” he yells, throwing himself around the bed. Having a tantrum like our toddler.

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He leaned in to kiss me with his eyes closed. But I just kinda stood there looking at him.

Quickly sitting his hips back up he looks at me with hearts for eyes on his screen.

“Wow” he laughs out awkwardly.

“You can go now.” I smile at him, my hair bouncing off my shoulders.

“I thought I might stay over tonight.” He smirks.

“Why?” I asked titling my head.

“Cause we’re girlfriend boyfriend.” He shrugs with that smile still on his face.

“To do what?” I ask again still not understanding.

After a pause he shakes his head.

“I’m actually not sure.”

“I don’t want you here.”

“Is it Box?”

“Box is just a really good friend, and this is my dream house, this is y/n’s dream house, this isn’t Vox’s dream house, right?”

“Ah haw haw haw~ right as always”

“Besides its girls night.” I turn to look at the other y/n’s setting up, I see astrophysicist y/n turning on the radio to stream our music when this, earily old love song comes on. I’m meant to turn back to Vox but staring at the radio….. I’m stuck….

“Cmon y/n the presidents here” Hotel owner y/n says going back to brushing bar keeper y/n’s hair.

“She’s right, I am, you’re welcome.” She smiles at me before going back to the hair brushing. I blink out of it and look at my surroundings. I’m standing alone in a dark room… well sitting more like… actually…. I’m tied to a chair. A hanging light turns on and Vox comes into the room.

“Oh Vox there you are, are we in Y/n land anymore?”

“Finally awake y/n.”

“Yeah? I’m so confused where are we?” I ask still smiling at him.

“I want you to tell me where your BOYFRIEND stashes his vault.” He asks swinging a knife around, pulling my hair and nicking my throat.

“OW, what the hell Vox?” I yell at him still struggling against my chair. He pushes my chair down and as I hit the floor, the table to the side of us knocks something over…. It’s my radio!! From y/nland!! It clicks on and as it buzzes through stations my chest starts to feel heavy… wait, where did Vox go? I turn my head to look around for him only to not see him anywhere, sitting up I pick up the radio to try and turn it off.

“Oh hey! How did my ropes come undone?” I ask the air looking around my wrists, not even seeing a red mark. It stopped making noises and just went to static, I saw flashing from the outside of my eyes and turned to look out the window seeing the world flash from a city in the night to …. in between tv stations?

A door to my right creeks open and my curiosity gets the better of me, I leave the radio and make my way to the door, opening it I feel a magnetic pull and fall thro-

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“Welcome back we’re here today making a gourmet venison dish, my assistant chef y/n has so graciously prepared all our ingredients.”

I look out to the wall Vox is talking to, I was no longer in my disco outfit, I was in a chef uniform? Looking down my hands were just cutting the vegetables next to me without me even thinking. Vox was preparing the food but I was dazed out… looking past the wall…

“OW!” I yelped, shifting my gaze to my hands when I noticed my hands had been cut…. Multiple times, blinking a bit I realized there were no vegetables…..

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“How long has she been in distress?”

“About 22 minutes doctor.”

“Don’t you worry y/n, we’re gonna fix you all up.”

I had blinked again and suddenly I’m being rushed around in a hospital bed, the bright lights flashing above me imparting my vision a bit, but I could still make out two figures, one with big pigtails and one with… a rectangular head…. The only thing really standing out to me was that… I still had my chef clothes on…

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I’m wheeled into an operating room where they start to wrap up my hands and….. other stab wounds….

“She’s started on some saline doctor.” I hear a British voice state.

“Good good, let’s get these cleaned out.”

I turn my head over to see a radio in a patients room and suddenly my head goes fuzzy again, I close my eyes trying to drown out the noise, but it starts to grow… and grow… in my head, it feels like my brain is vibrating… I need to get out of here, I… I can’t….

“AHHHHHHH!!!” I sit up, starting to rip the operating sheets that where laying on me off, and running out of the room to the outside of the hospital…. And nobody followed me?

I could feel the stab wounds folding in on my body, like an empty hole all over my insides. I ran, and kept running, not even realizing the scenery changing all around me, all I had was one though, I’m getting the fuck away from here.

Looking behind me I noticed I was quite far from the hospital now, so far I couldn’t even see-

“Ow! What the hell y/n?!” Hazel yelled at me, I had bumped into her on her way out of the cafeteria, her chocolate milk carton spilling out all over her outfit.

“Oh what the fuck.” I yelled to nobody in particular, I looked around seeing I was back at Westbork high school.

“Y/n are you feeling okay? The party you and Heather went to must’ve been a rager. You’ve been off all day.” Hattie comforted, putting my hair up with her scruncci.

“Uhm, I gotta go guys.” I said backing away and trying to run out the door when Heather made eye contact with me.

“YOU! You’re a dead girl walking Y/N!!” She screamed and started chasing me. I booked it towards the door, and tried not to look back but Velvet and Valentino where chasing me too now.

“Y/N darling let’s talk, just stay here at school!” Velvet yelled at me reaching her arm out to try and grab me. I could see the door… it’s right there, so close!

I burst through the door trying to gather my bearings. I reached up to wipe my forehead but my hand was all wet.

I was dripping with water and sitting on my bed,

“Y/n? Baby, are you okay?”

I heard from the other room.

“Oh HELL NO.” I screeched and stood up to try and get out through the balcony in our room. Juuuuuust to trip over something… squishy and hard?

“Hey Mamaaaaaa! You tripped on my baby doll!” Mary scolded me. Sitting up I was now lying face down on our living room floor, Sparky licking at my face… the liquor cabinet open and all the bottles smashed. Sitting up with my hands shaking harder than a washing machine with too many clothes in it, I reached for my baby.

“Mary… sweetie, where’s daddy?” I asked her, scared for the answer but needing to know.

“He’s at James’s game remember?” She said holding onto my chest tight and playing with one of my pin curls.

“He’s there right now?” I inquired holding her head close to my chest. I don’t know what the fuck is going on but I know my babies need me to be there for them. “No he just left a few minutes ago, he said he was going to stop at his office to grab his camera before going to the game. Mrs.Gabole is gonna be here in a few minutes to babysit me.” She responded bouncing up and down in my lap, excited for the sweet elderly neighbor to come and hang out with her.

“Not today baby.” I replied picking her up and scooping Sparky under the other arm, I hurried out to the garage grabbing my purse with my car keys in them.

“Awwww why not?” She whines petting sparky while I buckled her up.

“I’ll tell you later, okay?” I kissed her head and shut the door, jumping into the drivers seat and thinking of the quickest way to get to the baseball field.

In my panic I didn’t even realize how fast I was going through all the stop signs and officers blowing their whistles at me.

“Mommy slow down your scaring me!!” Mary shouted from the back. Snapping out of it I took my foot off the gas and turned to console her.

“I’m sorry baby mama’s just worried for Jam-“

“MOMMY” was the last thing I heard before we were rammed by a large produce truck.

There was smoke clouding my vision, I could feel the blood dripping front my forehead, I couldn’t hear Mary anymore…. But when I turned around she wasn’t in her seat… she was stuck in the back window

Stepping out I saw the damage to my car. I walked over to a field near the intersection and laid down. I feel like I’m in this weird dream, all I can hear is ringing… faint voices of officers and the guy I hit and pedestrians… static…. I could see my vision start to go blurry again, grasping the ground beneath me I tried to stay on this plane… I’m done… I don’t wanna do this anymore….. I want my kids….. I want my bed….. I want…. Alastor……

Closing my eyes I succumbed to the feeling just so that I wouldn’t have to fight it anymore, but when I opened my eyes… I had that. I had a blaring headache, as the feeling came back to my body it felt like I was stuck in a lightning storm and my whole body was electrocuted. But out of all the faces stood above me, painted with worry, there was only one I could pick up on…. His pointy ears and sharp smile standing out amongst the rest.

“Hello deer! How are you feeling?” He questioned, his smile never faltering.

Sitting up I looked around, I was back in the hotel, Husk holding a glass of water for me, Angel dust comforting fat nuggets and the grey one calming the princess.

“You were asleep for a loooong time y/n.” Husk said non-cholantly. “Are you okay?” He got closer to me. Taking a deep breath and not feeling like my chest was duct taped closed, I took another panicked look around…

“……….WHAT THE FUCK”

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AN: HEEHEEHEEHEEHEE I LOVED WRITING THIS I HOPE YA’LL LIKE IT TO

MWAHAHAHAHAHGAA IVE LEFT YOU ON A CLIFFHANGER NOW YOU’LL HAVE TO COME BACK FOR PART THREE 😘 SEE YOU THEN!!!

If you can pick up on any of the Easter eggs, (places y/n was, objects, storyline) within this chapter or the last one, leave a comment and you can get a sneak peek for chapter 3 ;)

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harry x yn engagement, wedding, honeymoon

Face Claim: Vivianne Audi

Pronouns: she/her, use of y/n

Masterlist | ask box!

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DailyHSNews Y/N seen at a bookstore this weekend!! Fans spotted a ring on her left hand, she’s been dating Harry Styles publicly for the past 3 years, has he finally popped the question??

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hisgoldengirl Gosh I hope so. I’ve been rooting for them ever since they went public

harryyyyys She’s had so many haters but she’s always shown that she’s above them. Queen energy.

ynstan NO I WANTED TO MARRY HER

liveloveharry Okay but what book is that in her hand?

↳ jediharry It’s a Sally Rooney book! Based on the color it looks like ‘Normal People’

↳ liveloveharry Thank you!!! 🫡 @.jediharry

rbf451 Harry really got lucky with her 😩

adoreuclub she’s out of his league 🫣

↳ rb1984 That’s what I’m saying 😭😭@.rbf451

↳ hsfan20 You guys are such liars. If anything he’s out of her league. I swear this whole thing isn’t even real.

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lifeofyn I only said yes for the ability to tell people I’m engaged to Harry Styles.

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lookitsnyoh Love you guys. So excited for what comes next xxx ❤️

↳ dumwitch a baby??

↳ harrystyles NO @.dumwitch

↳ lifeofyn NO WAY @.dumwitch

fanofharry of fucking course she used him for his name

paulithepsm YN will you allow Harry and I to do the best friend dance at the wedding?

↳ lifeofyn I will expect nothing less

harrystyles Goddamn. I knew it. 5 years only for you to use me for my name 😔

↳ sarryhtyles FIVE YEARS I THOUGHT IT WAS 3

↳ sraj0nes STFU UR TELLING ME YOU GUYS DATED FOR 2 YEARS IN PRIVATE

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helenepambrun.photography The bride and groom before the ceremony.

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_basselin what a beautiful ceremony ❤️

year3000 they got Hélène to do the photography?? I’m sobbing 🥹

harrystyles Love you lots xx

ibfagent Harry’s hair. Please. Killing me.

lifeofyn So glad you were able to be our photographer. You truly made it special 🤍

fandomcentral Her dress is so simple yet so pretty 😭

harrietharry A fully silk wedding dress???? BRILLIANT

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harrystyles I don’t need to be on tour for this love. May, 17th.

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hsfan2001 HIS FUCKING CAPTION IM SCREAMING

user007 This is making my cold heart happy.

harris_reed 💕

lifeofyn That’s so cheesy 😭 and yet, I love you. 🤍

↳ harrystyles xx

allthatmatters They’re so cute omfg

hsfan24 Harry’s caption is killing me 😭🥹

harryyyyys Ugh, who do I want to be? Her or him??? **bi-panic**

hrrysgrl Her dress is so pretty 🥹

rowlandfan01 These photos make me feel like I was actually there

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annetwist My son Harry and my new daughter-in-law YN on their wedding day. It feels wonderful to finally say those words publicly. They had a beautiful private ceremony.

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liveloveharry This photo and caption is giving Facebook mom vibes

↳ harrystyles She posted the same thing there too, don’t worry 🙃

↳ lvrharry HARRY be nice to your mother @.harrystyles

lifeofyn I feel so honored to call you my mother-in-law

↳ annetwist Oh darling, it’s me who’s honored. I’m not sure what Harry did to snatch you but I’m glad he did @.lifeofyn

hisgoldengirl Anne and YN’s interactions get me each time 😭

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harrystyles Let the honeymoon celebrations begin.

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jobros15 Alexa, play “Up All Night” by One Direction

↳ lifeofyn Don’t let his caption fool you 😭 we were in bed by 9 and asleep by 10

1989hs She’s so pretty I cry

taylors_version More. Honeymoon. Photos.

hrryxtaylor These posts are calling me single in every possible language

yn_stan she’s literally glowing

↳ harrystyles I swear she’s some sort of goddess

ynfan10 HARRY SIMPING ON HIS OWN PHOTO

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lifeofyn This random dude came over to me with a camera. He was kinda cute though. Wish I got his number 😔

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harrystyles I bet he thought you were pretty cute too. You should have asked him for his number :/

_basselin is it bad to say I miss you

↳ harrystyles we miss you too

↳ _basselin I wasn’t talking about you, I was talking about YN @.harrystyles

↳ aquariusharry AGAYEHFBJV ELIN

↳ lifeofyn I didn’t see this comment until now. The only reason I did see it is because Harry was angrily stomping over to me holding out his phone 😭 I MISS YOU TOO ELIN (I know we’re technically on our honeymoon, but I’ll FaceTime you tonight)

cowgirlharry I DIDNT KNOW ELIN AND YN WERE SUCH GOOD FRIENDS

hrryfan_00 Let me just go cry into my instant ramen cup

hrrysgoldrush y/n is such an icon for her photo descriptions

softharrypics these photos are killing me

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questionableratatouille00 · 4 months

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ᴸᵃˢᵗ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗᵐᵃˢ

Pairing: Peter Parker x GN!Reader

Summary: Last year at Midtown’s winter dance, your science lab partner (and crush) stood you up without an excuse as to why. But when he asks you to it again this year, you’re forced to face the question: can the fire in your heart ever be rekindled?

Warnings: mention of being stood up, reader has no defined height but is taller than Peter, school dances, holidays,

“I don’t know, MJ. You remember what happened last year. He didn’t even show up.” You closed your locker, staring at your shoes.

“I wasn’t there, but I guess I remember. Anyway, you’re right. He’s probably a real douchebag, so why would you waste your time on him?” MJ justified.

“What? No! You should go! I know Peter, he’s a really nice guy. Like, actually. He felt so bad after last year. I heard him tell Ned about it the next day.” Betty combated.

“Guys, I don’t know. Maybe he’s just trying to put salt in the wound. What if he doesn’t show up again?”

The two girls looked at each other, as if they knew something you didn’t.

“What was that? What was that look? That look, you two just gave each other.”

“Nothing!” Betty tried to reassure you. “Besides, why would he go through the elaborate trouble of putting that note in your locker to ask you to the dance if he didn’t care?” She rambled out.

“Our lockers are right across the hall—“ MJ began, but Betty clamped a hand over her mouth.

Just then, the bell rang.

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The dance was loud, filled by the sounds of overplayed pop music from the 2010s and the chatter of your classmates.

You stood awkwardly off in the corner, regretting even coming. You should’ve just stayed home, God it would’ve been so much easier to do that. Or you could’ve went to MJ’s, and criticized overdramatic films just for the hell of it.

A tap on your shoulder dragged you from your bitter thoughts. You turned around, meeting his eyes. A beautiful brown, warm and welcoming; beautiful like the leaves on the ground on a cool autumn day.

“Hey,” he stammered out awkwardly, fidgeting with his hands.

“Hi.” You replied back, not sure what to say. “I…didn’t think you’d show up.”

“Why would I not—oh, oh my God, no, m’so, so, so sorry about that. Something came up, but I really wanted to be there, and I tried so hard to make it on time, but I couldn’t—“

“Relax.” You chuckled. “I’m not that mad. Really.”

Neither of you said anything for a moment.

“Do..do you wanna..dance?” He asked awkwardly. “I can’t promise you I’m good at it,” you warned, but he just smiled.

“It’s okay. Neither am I.” He held out his hand for you to take. You obliged, and he led you towards the crowd of dancing teenagers.

Just then, a slower Christmas song came on. It was obviously a piano version of a popular song, but you couldn’t place your finger on it.

Everyone around you began to slow dance to it. You looked at Peter, your hands instinctively went to his waist. He blushed, and you drew your hands back.

“Sorry, I just—“

“No,” he stopped you, smiling boyishly and shyly at the same time. “It’s okay.” Using his own hands, he guided yours back to his waist before he put his hands on your shoulders. You got a few strange looks here and there, mainly from Flash, but it didn’t stop either of you as you swayed together.

“I’m glad you showed up this time.” You murmured, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

“Ye-yeah. Me too.” He chuckled. You were positive there was a reason behind his absence last year, but for now, you weren’t too upset about it.

Especially when you kissed him as you dropped him off at his house. You weren’t too upset about that, either.

A/n: it just occurred to me that I haven’t been putting GN!Reader in the pairings? I’m pretty sure every one of these so far has been with a neutral reader but I’m not positive on that

dividers by @saradika-graphics

Tomorrows hint:

Under the mistletoe Watching the fire glow And telling me, "I love you" Just being in your arms Takes me back to that little farm Where every wish comes true

#peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfic #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker imagine #peter parker fanfiction #holiday fanfic #holiday

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hii, can you do number: 20. “This means war, my dear.” with kaiser saying that? something like enemies to lovers type with sum nice tension? Fem reader please! Also congrats for your 1yr anniversary!!

Consider it done! I tried my best, hope it was alright. Thank you so much!!

#20: “This means war, my dear.”

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Your eyes were glaring at Kaiser’s figure, plotting a petty revenge to get back at him for the shit he pulled on you a few days ago. Your mind flashes back to that day. You were having a terrible day, you pulled an all nighter and got no sleep and you ran out of ingredients to make breakfast with. You couldn’t even go out to buy something because you would be late for your class.

When you arrived to class you were welcomed with a pop quiz which you knew you failed. Next came the class you pulled an all nighter for to finish up a presentation. The professor surprised the class saying she moved the presentation date to tomorrow which meant that you stayed up all night finishing it for no reason. You groaned in defeat as you were absolutely furious at how shitty your luck was throughout the day.

Deciding to treat yourself you went to the convenience store to buy your favorite drink. However there was only one of your favorite drink left and it was too far down on the top shelf so you weren’t able to reach it. Suddenly a hand from behind you reached for it and you were about to thank the person until he just took the drink and left. Oh you were fuming at that asshole who you soon recognized was Kaiser. You barely knew him but that day you declared him your enemy.

Which brings us back to the present where you were still plotting ways to get back at him. You thought of an idea as you went back to the same convenience store that you first met him in. You knew he was a frequent customer so you secretly followed behind him when he entered. Seeing that he was reaching over for a pack of ramen you quickly grabbed it away from him. He was about to reach for the other pack of the same ramen next to it but you grabbed them all and threw it into the shopping basket you grabbed before.

You hurried off to pay for them and then you were out of the store. Before you left you heard Kaiser calling out to you. “Hey you! I wanted that Ramen too, couldn’t you have at least left one for me?” You turned around to face him, “Well I grabbed it first so it sucks to be you.” “This means war, my dear.” “Bring it on asshole.” You both glared at each other after the declaration of war.

The next few days were just you both pranking each other, weirdly enough they all had to do with food. Leaving toothpaste oreos for him, him getting back at you with salty cookies, you leaving him a bottle of coke (mixed with soy sauce), him getting you back with brussel sprouts disguised as chocolates. You couldn’t take it anymore and confronted him, “How about a truce? I don’t think my stomach can handle any more of your weird food combos.” “Sounds good because my taste buds have been through hell because of you.” You both shaked on the truce and ended the war.

“I wanted to ask you this for a while but how come you started this whole thing in the first place?” “Oh it’s actually kind of dumb but you stole the last drink from me when I had a really bad day so I had it out for you. Sorry for being so childish.” “Oh I see, I apologize for my actions. I hope I can get on your good side.” “Same here, I’m kind of embarrassed that you saw me acting so childish.” “Don’t worry I was also childish as well but it was kind of fun pranking each other not going to lie.” “It was.” You both laughed remembering all the petty pranks you pulled on each other.

“Here’s to a new start. I’m Y/N, nice to meet you!” You stretched your hand out in front of him, he shook your hand and introduced himself. “The pleasure is mine, I’m Michael Kaiser.” “Woo, I’m so glad that’s over now. I’ll see you around?” You said towards Kaiser before you were about to turn to leave. “I’ll do more than just see you around, what do you say to a date?” Your mouth dropped open, was this guy crazy? But you did find him to be very charming so you accepted. “That’s more than ok with me, Um.” You pointed at your phone, too shy to ask for his number. He grabbed your phone and entered his number before teasing you. “Was someone too shy to ask for my number?”

“Oh shut it, don’t make me declare another war on you.” He raised both of his hands up in the air in defeat. “Okok I’ll stop.” A smile couldn’t help but appear on your face. You both said your goodbyes and you left. Not long after you got a notification. You opened up your phone to a message from “Future bf” saying, “Tomorrow at 5, I’ll pick you up, just send me your address.” You rolled your eyes at the contact name Kaiser put for himself before texting a response and skipping happily the way home.

#yeosatinyngz’s 1 year event #blue lock #blue lock fluff #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x reader #bllk x you #blue lock scenarios #blue lock imagines #michael kaiser #kaiser michael #michael kaiser x reader #michael kaiser x you #kaiser x reader #kaiser x you #kaiser x y/n #yeosatinyngz #yeosatinyngz requests

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Recently, like last week recently, I made the step to visit this queer organisation in my city. Which is pretty awesome, I didn’t think we had that!

I met this girl there that’s also aroace! We started talking, we hit it off pretty quickly and she’s just been super nice. I had this joke for a while “(excited tone) Sex is like living on a farm. It’s nice, fresh air, nature all around you, (flat tone) insects biting you, animal crap.”

She laughed and I’m so glad I finally got to make that joke! It’s so nice that somebody finally understands! Plus, on the first day, we talked about how we both looked at nsfw content for gender envy reasons. Heh.

And a few days later this guy came in. I heard a lot about him, when I first came there, this girl said “oh are those your boots? He’d like them. He has a similar style to you”. I met him, “this guy”. Instant, and I mean instant aesthetic attraction, I was trying so hard not to stare! I told him that and he took it as a compliment

But also… talking with this girl (or maybe it’s just a coincidence that it happened this week), I realised I have somewhat intrusive thoughts about sex. Like, a lot

I used to not bother with it, it was just a normal part of life. Annoying but bearable. I thought it was just a habit from when before I realised I was ace, just asking myself “do I want to have sex with this person? Nah”

This guy… he’s pretty cool. I hear that he knows a lot about hrt (“a chemist without a diploma”), he’s helped a person with an appointment, he’s just pretty cool. It was me, this guy and this girl I just talked about, sitting down, chatting, nothing out of the ordinary. We were sitting on the stairs and for a while, I could only see the bottom half of his outfit. I wanted to say “I’m trying not to stare, maximum gender envy, I’m ready to get on my knees”. Like, as a joke, no one there was stranger to dirty jokes, it was funny in the moment

Still, I played it safe, I didn’t want him to take it in a sexual way, so I omitted the last part. Which is all well and good, except my brain keeps bugging me about it “Do you? Do you want to have sex with him? Do you? What if you did? Where? How?”

And the more I think about it, the more keep popping up. It’s like “No, I don’t want to have sex with him.” “Yeah, but what if you did? What if you did X” “No, I’m not doing X or Y” “Good idea, what if you did Y?”

Yesterday I couldn’t fall asleep because it was bugging me so much. I pushed those thoughts onto my vent OCs and fell asleep eventually, but the next day I was so anxious when I heard he was gonna be there

And goddamn it doesn’t stop there! They have this ongoing joke where they threaten to hit each other with “the stick” if they don’t do their chores. Which is funny and all, except I went to the store with this guy to get some food. I payed and he said “if you don’t accept us paying you back, we’ll hit you with the stick”. It was funny until that started poking its way into the sex questions…

It’s not just this guy, everyone I’ve met in this group had one or two questions about them. But this guy the most, and I’m honestly getting kinda scared of seeing him again? I don’t want all this to frustrate me to the point where I sound annoyed when talking to him. He’s really just a guy

They’ll fade, they always do after a while. I just felt the need to talk about it

Submitted May 25, 2023

#asexual #ace #aspec #acespec #gender envy #intrusive thoughts

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neonponders · 1 year

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Part 26 for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse 🥐

Part 25

( pt. 7′s art 🎩 ) ( pt. 9′s art 👀 ) ( pt. 14′s art 💨 ) ( pt. 19′s art 🦇 ) ( pt. 20′s art 🍳)

~ on ao3 ~

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Eddie didn’t bother with the front door. He came around the side yard, waving a hand, while the large black butterfly that was small Eddie tried to keep up with his strides. Like an instinctive warning had chimed, large Eddie pauseed to catch him, and set a huffing and puffing little guy on the table.

“Good morrow, all.”

Small Billy said outright, “I thought you could fwy?”

“Short distances! I’m not a dwagon,” little Eddie defended.

“He’s trying,” the bigger Eddie consoled and gently extracted Chrissy from a gingham shirt pocket that did not look like his. From the hard grease smear alongside the buttons, they could guess it belonged to Eddie’s uncle, who alternated shifts at the local chemical plant and automotive factory.

Little Steve greeted, “Mornin’, Chwissy. Want some fwuit?”

She started to answer, but little Eddie’s pathetic collapse made her attend to him first. Little Steve and Billy helped her get him up as he whined, “Don’ step on my wings.”

Large Billy nodded backwards toward the kitchen. “There’s coffee in the pot.”

“Sweet,” Eddie said, glad for an escape out of socially obligated nonsense.

Billy’s eyes drifted over the littles, before settling on his own, who munched on a morsel of peach. Billy nudged the little’s back for his attention. “Is it good?”

“It’s zippy. Wike, it’s not all sweet. I wike that.”

“Me too,” he crooned in his morning baritone. A small smile curved Billy’s face as his little walked between his fingers to sit on the back of his palm, examining his silver banded ring by knocking a tiny fist against it.

Meanwhile, big Steve asked, “Chrissy, what do you guys like to eat?”

She threw her hands up with a jubilant, “Croissants!”

Steve’s brows flew up, disappearing under his hair. “Oh.”

Eddie emerged from the house with a mug of coffee. “The Pillsbury kind. Do you know what that is, Harrington.”

Steve sighed as he pushed himself up. “Yeah, the can is green, right?”

He smirked at Eddie, who stood by, unamused before he decided he might be allowed to sink into a seat. Billy heard the beep of the oven turning on and considered mini croissant sandwiches to be a good start to the day. “Where’s your girlfriend?”

“She’s not, and she’s got like church or whatever.”

Billy snorted, but any inclination for a reply went silent as he watched Steve sneak behind Eddie with a familiar blue cylinder, mostly brown now since he’d torn off the outer layer of paper. He thwacked it against Eddie’s chair, causing the dough inside to burst and the cylinder popped.

Eddie went rigid like an electric current had passed through him. Steve snickered and bent over to lean on the table, showing the littles. Small Billy and Steve exclaimed at the stickiness while Chrissy poked it once, preferring to sniff and say, “It smells nice.”

“Croissants coming right up,” Steve announced, only to have small Billy flagging him down.

“Take me with you!”

He set his hand down for little Billy to get settled on his palm and offered to little Eddie, “Let’s get you some water, huh?”

The poor guy looked drunk off of a cube of peach, but he climbed on and little Billy held his hand to make sure he stayed on for the ride to the kitchen.

It was Eddie’s turn to ask, “Do you like to cook?”

“Sometimes,” Billy responded.

“Your little guy sure seems to enjoy it.”

“I like people who cook even more,” he said before going in for a sip of his tea.

Eddie joined him with his coffee. “Subtle.”

They listened to little Steve and Chrissy chitchat until little Billy’s voice piqued their interest and they took the littles to the breakfast bar. Little Billy took great pride in helping Steve roll up the dough, especially licking off jam when it leaked out of the croissants with jam filling.

As soon as little Steve was standing on the counter, he exclaimed, “Biwwy! Why’rwe you slimy?”

Instead of getting an answer, Billy poked his cheek and licked the jam off little Steve’s face. “Because it’s yummy.”

Big Steve put the tray in the oven and promptly started filling the Barbie pool with warm water. A morning in the pool doubled as a bath.

Eddie watched his little pick up an escaped blueberry and offer it to Chrissy. “Wanna share?”

As they passed the jammy fruit back and forth, Eddie remarked, “I didn’t expect mine to be the prudent ones. If you’re not careful, they’ll eat each other.”

Large Billy countered, “They’re only in danger of me eating them.”

Small Steve shook his head as he stepped onto the towel laying like concrete around the pool. “Siwwy Biwwy. If you nom nom us, then you’ll be wonely.”

Billy loomed close to the counter, face sneaking up behind little Steve. “Or you’ll always be where I can find you.” He snapped his teeth, causing the little guy to jump.

“EE! Hey!”

He grinned like a wolf and made kissy noises. Steve stomped over, cheeks aflame until his momentum made him fully run into Billy’s lips, hugging his face. “Meanie.”

A strange burst of pain hit Billy’s jaw, making him lean back and realize small Billy stood next to Steve, glaring fiercely. Large Billy realized, “Did you just kick me?”

The little guy inhaled so deeply, his chest lifted like a cartoon character. “DON’T SCARWE STEVIE!”

To large Billy’s credit, he kept his voice mellow. “The little guy’s been bossing me around all morning.”

“IT’S GOOD IF IT’S STEVIE!”

On quiet, careful feet, Chrissy approached little Billy and rubbed a hand on his back. Like wind almost blowing a candle out, his anger collapsed before he recovered. Between deciding not to fight anymore, and simply being too tired, little Billy grabbed Steve in one arm and held Chrissy’s hand as he stomped over to where little Eddie stood on tiptoes to slurp down a bottle cap’s worth of water.

Big Billy stood up, only to face Steve with one hand on the counter and another on his hip. "He’s sensitive in the mornings.”

“He’s always sensitive,” Billy snapped, then diffused once he realized what he said.

“That’s why we jazzercize,” Steve finished and then exhaled, “but there’s no jazzercise on Sundays.”

As the uncomfortable quiet of waiting for the oven to finish filled the room, Eddie knocked his rings against the counter before eventually admitting, “Should I go, or...?”

However neither Steve nor Billy answered at first. Billy turned the oven light on to see inside the window, while Steve’s head sagged to the side. Eddie rolled his eyes. He’d thought bringing his littles over would be a nice break but these two were a piece of work -

The front door burst open, and Eddie heard Robin yell, “Kitchen?”

“Yeah,” Steve droned with a look at Eddie as if to say, That’s why you might as well stay.

Robin strolled in, smiling at the smell, only to freeze with her hands up as if to catch something. “Why is the energy weird in here?”

“Billy needs to apologize to Billy.”

“Again?”

Eddie snorted, earning glares from everyone involved. He shrugged happily. “I’m feeling so great about myself. Ignore me and continue.”

To everyone’s surprise, Max strolled in. Her stepbrother frowned. “Where’d you come from?”

“A lake,” she sassed.

Robin elaborated, “I cut through your street and she was skateboarding. I gave her a lift on my bike.”

“I was cleaning off my wheels,” Max finished as she took a seat next to Eddie.

Steve chimed, “Thanks,” before he watched little Billy tote little Steve over to Max and demand entry to her hoodie pocket.

With them cradled in the pocket on her lap, she lifted wide eyes at her brother. “What happened?”

Blue eyes lolled in their sockets. “Little guy can’t take a joke.”

“So...like you?”

Billy’s lips pursed, a sure sign he was about to spit fire, but Max beat him to it with, “Our parents leave for the week.”

That relaxed Billy’s mouth. “Right. Sunday...”

Max confirmed, “They’ll want to see you before they go.”

“Yeah,” Billy played off indifferently, but he stood up off the counter beside the oven and said, “I need to change clothes.”

“After they’re gone, you can make it up to B with a sleepover.”

Both Billy and Steve froze. Robin tried and failed to hide a smile. Max did far better in keeping her humor to herself. “I mean, Steve doesn’t have to do all the work. I’m sure knocking over all your hairsprays and colognes will make B feel better.”

The muscles in Billy’s jaw clenched -

The oven timer beeped, and Chrissy jumped excitedly. “They’re ready! Yay!”

#i'm sorry for all the non-americans #pillsbury is a VERY well known and used brand here #everyone knows the blue cylinder of croissant dough #americanisms #harringrove #wrecked-fuse #neonponders #eddissy #hellcheer #pocketverse #pocket!au #like magnets

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spookyscarydemonbabe · 2 years

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Do You Like Slayer?

A/N- i was so glad to see that my ‘famous’ fic was saved, along with all its other parts 😅 i’ll keep this one up for now but the other two parts should be up by tonight my loves 🖤🖤🖤

Part 2 🖤

Part 3 🖤

Summary- Hellfire club is absolutely smitten with you, and when your friends overhear them talking about you during lunch you decide it's finally time to say something to them

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- None :)

Tag List- @imagine-all-the-imagines @hellfirewh0re @paola-carter @whiplaaaaaaaaash @ladyapplejackdnd @thatlonelypieceoftoast @efvyqrs

Words- 2.6k

“Oh god, she wore that dress again…”

The table went silent and they tried their best to watch as nonchalantly as possible you walked past them in the cafeteria.

It wasn’t something rare that an entire table of teenage boys would ogle a pretty girl but you were something different. There was something about you that had Hellfire club ready to attend to your every need.

You were nice, you were pretty, you had such a cute smile, and they couldn’t help but stare at you in the halls as you walked past them.

As you walked past their table you gave them a kind smile and wiggled your fingers as you waved, giggling as you saw a few of them try to wave back.

“You know she’s never gonna actually wanna hang out with us if we keep being weird.” Garett sighed as he turned his attention back to the other boys at the table.

“I don’t think she wants to hang out with us at all.” Jeff said next to him, picking at the food on his tray.

“That’s not true!” Dustin chimed in, “I thought she said last week that Hellfire sounded fun, maybe someone should ask her to take Lucas’ place tonight?”

They all turned their attention to Eddie at the end of the table.

“What’re you staring at me for?”

“Well you’re the one who’s in charge, shouldn’t you be the one to do it?”

“Why do I have to do it?” As cocky as he was, he was more scared of you than anything else. No girls ever wanted to actually interact with any of them, let alone himself, but you were the one exception and he didn’t want to scare you away. “Don’t you guys have classes with her later or something?”

“No, we have second period with her.” Mike leaned over the table and spoke a bit quieter so no one at the tables around them could hear, “I heard her telling her friends she was free tonight, so someone has to go man up and ask if we still want to meet later.”

The boys looked around each other at the table, waiting to see if anyone would actually try and attempt to have a normal conversation with you. You’d talked to them before of course, but usually they struggled to get half a sentence out.

Eddie sighed and weighed his options: cancel the club for tonight, or talk to you.

“Ok fine, I’ll do it.” He cleared his mind but you just kept popping back in, your eyes, your smile, everything about you was so infectious it made him sick. And he loved it. “What am I supposed to say? I can’t just walk up to her and ask if she’ll come, I gotta have something else to say.”

“Just ask if she’s doing anything later.” Dustin said trying to make it sound easier than it actually was.

“Are you kidding me? I cant just ask that, she’s gonna think i’m asking her out!”

“She’d definitely say no to that.” Gareth said quietly, him and Jeff laughing to themselves.

“Oh, and she’d say yes to you?” Eddie shut them up.

“Why don’t you ask her stuff about herself then?” Dustin looked over at you, giggling with your friends at your lunch table, “She wears that Slayer shirt sometimes, you could talk about that?”

“Yeah. Yeah, ok,” Eddie nodded, trying to come up with a line to say that had something to do with Slayer, “that might work. Good thinking Henderson.”

Eddie felt a gentle tap on his shoulder and almost jumped in his seat,

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you.” There you stood, their eyes on you again, completely taken back by how they had no idea you were even there.

Eddie opened his mouth to try and say something, anything, but his mind was blank again.

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You sat down at your lunch table as your two best friends, Sky and Lillie, sat down on either side of you.

“You know I heard them saying some stuff while I was coming over here,” Sky said taking a sip of her drink, “they were talking about you.”

“About me? What for?” You glanced over at their table, all of them seemed pretty quiet, almost deep in their thoughts.

“I don’t know, I think it was something about your dress, but your little freaky boyfriends should stop being so weird around you.”

“They’re not freaky and they’re not my boyfriends, they’re harmless! I don’t even know half their names. But I think it’s cute.”

They giggled to themselves,

“Well yeah i’d think it’s cute to have a whole group of guys all over me.” Lillie looked over to them.

“They’re not all over me either. Most of the time when i try to talk to them they get all nervous or something.”

“If you want I can eavesdrop a little for you, I’ll go to the vending machines or something and try to hear what they’re saying.”

“Lillie! You shouldn’t eavesdrop, it’s rude… Go see what they’re saying.”

They smiled and grabbed some change from their bag, you and Sky sneaking glances over to watch as they walked past them.

“I wonder what they’re saying…”

“I bet they’re all planning their own little individual weddings with you.”

You giggled again and elbowed her side,

“They are not!”

“You don’t think at least one of them fantasizes about it? I see how they look at you, and you see it too!”

“Oh shush, they’re nice but I wouldn’t want to marry any of them,” You looked back over and your eyes went to Eddie. All of the boys of Hellfire were like cute puppies, but Eddie was different. Long hair, bulky jewelry, and you had to admit it he looked really cute in his leather jacket with his vest over it, “…maybe one of them.” You said to yourself quietly.

Sky turned her head to see who your eyes were glued on and nudged you a bit,

“Eddie?!”

“Shush! Someone’s gonna hear you!”

“Out of all of them you’d marry Eddie?”

“I wouldn’t say marry,” You glanced back over and saw Lillie making their way back, “but he’s definitely the cutest out of all of them.”

“You’re not gonna believe what I heard,” Lillie took their place on your other side, huddling the three of you together, “I don’t know if this is what they were saying for sure but I heard Eddie saying something about asking you out and those other guys were trying to help him.”

Your cheeks got hot and you looked back over to their table.

“She’s blushing!” Sky and Lillie started to giggle to themselves, making you blush more.

“Stop, it’s not funny!” It was a bit funny, and they could tell by your constant giggles.

“Can we PLEASE be in your wedding? I wanna be a bridesmaid so bad.”

“Let me know what flavor you want your cake to be, I wanna make sure you guys’ special day is so perfect!” Lillie looked over to their table, “You should go say something.”

“What am I possibly going to say?! ‘Hey I made my friend listen to your conversation, are you really gonna ask me out?’ I cant just do that!”

“Why not?” Sky glanced over at the boys and saw Dustin at the other end of their table, “Just go and talk to Dustin or something? You know him better than the other guys. Just be kinda flirty with them, like you always are.”

You took a deep breath. You knew you could be comfortable with them, and it’s not like they haven’t all tried their best to talk to you. Maybe just going up and saying hi?

“Ok fine, I’ll go say something. But you two stay here!”

The two of them kept smiling and giggling as you stood up from the table and pulled your dress down back over your legs.

This dress was what got them so nervous? It wasn’t anything special, maybe a little shorter on you than the other ones you’d worn to school before. It was black, a little tighter on you, and it definitely showed off a bit more thigh and cleavage than you normally had.

You took slow breaths as you approached their table, trying to calm yourself down. Eddie was the closest to you as you stepped closer and you didn’t just want to interrupt whatever conversation it was they were having.

You reached your hand out and gently tapped his shoulder to get his attention, making him jump in his seat,

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you.” You said with a nervous smile.

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They all just sat and stared for a moment, not really knowing what to do or say. You had never actually approached them, every time you smiled and waved it was always just in passing, making small talk here and there.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.” You took a step back and held your hands behind your back.

“No! You’re fine, you didn’t interrupt anything,” Dustin thankfully finally said something and broke the silence between you and the boys, “what’s up (y/n)?”

“Well…” You tried to think of something, “I just wanted to come over and meet you and Mikes other friends.” You said with a smile, you looked over the older boys at the table with them, “They seem pretty nice from what you’ve told me.” You gently bit your lip as your lips were still curled into a smile, “Is it ok if I sit with you guys?”

They nodded and quickly cleared a spot for you, Jeff and Gareth moving down a spot to give you the seat next to Eddie.

“Henderson tells you about us?” Eddie looks at you, finally being the one to say something to you.

“Yeah, sometimes. You’re Eddie right?”

Hearing you say his name made him melt. Of course he knew who you were but it’s was a surprise to him that you knew who he was. And you weren’t scared or intimidated or anything, just treating him like a normal person.

“Yeah…” He said quietly, quickly snapping out of it, holding his hand out for you to shake, “Yeah, hi, Eddie Munson. Nice to meet you.” He said with a shy smile.

You smiled back and took his hand, they were definitely a lot bigger than yours, but so soft, his rings were cool against the palm of your hand.

“Nice to finally meet you too.” Your eyes met his big brown ones you looked at each other for a moment.

You’ve heard the rumors about him, but Dustin did a good job of making sure you knew none of them were true. He seemed so sweet already and it didn’t even cross your mind that he was the ringleader of this supposed ‘satanic’ club.

“I’m Gareth!”

“I’m Jeff, it’s a pleasure.”

The two boys next to you snapped you out of your little moment with Eddie, the both of them holding out their hands for you to shake.

You giggled and let go of Eddie’s hand to take hold of theirs, his hand feeling cold as soon as you took it out, glaring at his friends for taking your attention away from him,

“I’m (y/n), it’s nice to meet you guys.” The two of them smiling as soon as their hands touched yours.

“Are all you guys in that club with Dustin and Mike?”

“Oh yeah, they all are,” Mike spoke up from his spot at the end, “Eddie was the one that started it.”

“Hellfire club right? I see you guys wearing the shirts a lot.” You giggle again, glancing at the two boys next to you, “I think it’s cute.”

They almost immediately started to get flustered, nervously laughing and smiling, no one’s ever said they were cute before and it felt so much more genuine coming from you.

“So what do you guys do in your club?” You looked back to Eddie.

“Well um…” He cleared his throat, “really all we do is play Dungeons and Dragons.”

“Yeah it’s that fantasy game I was telling you about,” Eddie slowly turned his head to Dustin, giving him a death glare, “but um… you know I think Eddie is much better at explaining it, why don’t you tell her about it.” Dustins eyes went back to looking at the tray in front of him.

Your eyes went back to Eddie’s,

“Yeah, tell me about it.”

“Like I was saying before Henderson decided to chime in,” He turned himself to you, and though you were still in a crowded cafeteria, at a table full of other people, it felt like it was just you two, “it’s this fantasy role playing game we play. You make up characters and you have to defeat different monsters and stuff like that…” He quickly realized how dorky he was making himself sound, “But you probably don’t care that much about it anyways.”

“Oh no, I do!” You put your hand on his arm and gently squeezed, “Dustin told me a little about it the other day, it sounds really cool!”

Your touch made him smile, no girl was ever this eager to hear about Dungeons and Dragons and yet you seemed so excited about it, even if it was just some dorky fantasy game. He smiled and suddenly remembered the whole reason he was supposed to be talking to you,

“We’re actually down a player today, if you want you can join and we’ll show you what it’s like.”

The other boys’ eyes went wide. Shocked that he actually was able to not only hold up a conversation with you without making a fool of himself but because he regained his train of thought and was able to get himself back on track.

“Yeah, I’d love to! It sounds like fun.” You look to Gareth and Jeff, “Does that mean I get a cute shirt too?”

“Yeah totally!”

“We’ll make it extra cute.”

You giggled seeing how flustered they still were just to be sitting so close to you, and you could tell they were excited to see you after school.

Suddenly the bell rang. Lunch was over.

You stood up from their table and brushed your dress down to make sure it laid right over your thighs,

“It was really nice meeting all you guys. I’ll see you after school ok?”

They stood up with you and packed up their things, readying themselves for whatever class they had coming next. As you took a few steps back to your table to grab your things, you felt someone gently grab your arm.

“Hey, sorry,” You turned and there was Eddie again, standing before you, “if you want i can meet you at your locker or something after last period and show you where the club meets.” You could feel a blush coming onto your cheeks, “Only if you want me to I mean…”

You smiled, looking down to try and hide your pink cheeks, “No, yeah, I’d love that. That’s sweet of you.”

The two of you stood there awkwardly for a moment. Eddie rubbing the back of his neck, your head tilting up slowly to look back up at him before Eddie just blurted out,

“Do you like Slayer?”

“Yeah, I love them.” You said with a smile.

He smiled back down at you and before your conversation could continue Sky grabbed your hand and pulled you towards her,

“(y/n), come on, we can’t be late for this test.”

You quickly walked with her to the doors, turning around one last time to wave goodbye,

“Bye Eddie!” You said with a giggle before exiting the cafeteria.

He stood and smiled to himself, shyly waving back but you were already out the doors.

“Hey man come on you can’t be late for this class again,” Jeff nudged his side and started walking for the doors, taking a look back at Eddie as he slowly started walking behind him, “are you… blushing?”

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Toru Kirishima x reader

prompt: Kirishima meets Yaeka’s new school teacher (aka: this is my new emotional support character)

He was waiting outside the school, as usual, for Yaeka to come out.

He was as common place as anyone at this point, but Kirishima had to assume that he still most look very out of place huddled around all the moms. Like a big neon ‘does not belong here’ sign over his head or something.

The bell rang and almost instantly children poured out of the school and to their waiting parents. Yaeka came out a few moments later, her typical calm seeming almost a saint like serenity amongst all the screaming, chattering children.

“Good work today, little lady.” Kirishima greeted. To which Yaeka nodded once. “Did anything fun happen today?”

“We got a new teacher.” She said after a momentary pause. “Kimura-sensei had to take a….leave of absence.” Yaeka seemed to be trying hard to remember the phrase that was told to her. “[Y/N]-sensei is our teacher now.”

“Oh really?” Kirishima started thinking about all the fun he & his classmates had when they had a substitute for a few days. Basically having one for the rest of the school year was something he would have killed for as a kid. “Do you like them?”

The little girl nodded once again. Training her eyes to the ground after this time as he cheeks flushed. “She’s nice. And pretty.”

“Pretty hn?” He wanted to tease Yaeka a little about that, but his lecherous joke would probably go right over her innocent little head (and get him probably 40 lashes from the boss for exposing his daughter to such comments), so he decided against it.

Just as he was about to drop the subject of the new teacher, and walk the little lady home, an unfamiliar figure stepped out from the school yard gate with a smile. Given her age, and indeed how cute she was, Kirishima had to assume she was the new teacher. “[Y/L/N]-sensei.”

“Yaeka-chan! I see you haven’t left yet. Good. This must be the famous Kirishima I’ve heard so much about.”

The yakuza was taken aback. “You know my name?”

The young teacher giggled a little. “Oh, yes. Sorry. Since I’m new I had all the children draw pictures of their families and their day to help me get to know them better. Kirishima-san popped up quite a bit in Yaeka-chan’s drawing.” Kirishima wasn’t a teacher, but he had to admit, that was a really good idea. He also had to admit that his chest swelled up with pride a little bit hearing that Yaeka had put him in her drawings. He hoped it wasn’t anything….incriminating.

“If I have to admit,” she added before bending forward to whisper at them both, “Yakea-chan’s was one of the best drawings.” It was clear that Yaeka’s chest was now swelling with pride, even if she couldn’t look at her new teacher. She smiled, and then stood. “I’m [Y/L/N], by the way. You can call me [Y/N]-san. All the kids do.”

“Kirishima. Litt-I mean…Yaeka’s gurdian.” He replied before taking her offered hand to shake it. It had been a long time since anyone offered him their hand.

“I wanted to mingle with the parents a bit, since I’ve missed the open houses and such. I’m glad I got to meet with you. Yaeka-chan is certainly special.”

“Yes. She is.” He agreed instantly.

“And you must be very special too.”

Kirishima was taken aback by the comment, and [Y/N]’s bright smile. He immediately understood why the kids were so taken with her. If he had had a teacher as nice and as pretty as this one, maybe he would have paid attention more and done something better with his life. “Thank….you.”

“Well, I should probably meet with some of the other parents. It was nice meeting you. See you tomorrow Yaeka-chan!”

Yaeka waved at her teacher as she went to meet with the other children. Kirishima caught himself waving as well. When he turned to look at the little lady to see if she was ready to go home, she looked up at him with that piercing, knowing stare she had sometimes. “W-W…What…?”

The petite red head didn’t say anything. Just turned on her heels and started to head home. Kirishima instantly caught up with his long legs, but looked back once at the bluster of school kids and their shiny new teacher.

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mandelirious · 2 years

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Brown Eyes

2: The Reveal

modern din x reader; coffee shop au

word count: 2.6k

a/n: part 2 is here!! i’m having so much fun writing my own little rom-com so i hope you’re enjoying it as well!! as always, comments and reblogs are much appreciated 💕

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It was another week until you saw him again. You’d be embarrassed to admit it, but you’d been waiting for him to walk in for days–eyes snapping up to the door every time the bell rang only to be disappointed when you weren’t greeted by soft eyes and messy curls.

It was another break in the stream of customers and you were crouched on the floor, head fully inside one of the cabinets as you tried to sort out the mess the morning crew had made. Someone clearly hadn’t taught the new hire how things were organized and you weren’t going to wait until the middle of a rush to be hunting down the lids for your large cups. Your coworker, Keira, was handling any of the customers that came in while giving you an impromptu lecture on plant care. Keira was your favorite coworker and so effortlessly cool that you’d be self-conscious around her if she wasn’t so nice. She brought in clippings from her own plants to decorate the shop’s back wall of shelves–random shoots and leaves suspended in mason jars of water that she somehow kept healthy and growing. You’d killed every plant she had gifted you over the years and she was refusing to let you give up and buy plastic ones instead.

The bell at the door rang during Keira’s explanation of how to water perennials that you were only half listening to. You were still wedged in the cabinet, having almost gotten everything in its proper place when you heard a familiar, gruff voice.

“Uh, Americano with cinnamon?”

Your head popped up reflexively at the order–right into the top of the cabinet.

“Shit,” you hissed, rubbing the top of your head as you extricated yourself and looked up. There he was, watching as you crouched on the floor holding your throbbing head. This wasn’t the second impression you’d been hoping for.

“You good?” Keira was also looking at you now, head tilted in concern.

“I’m great,” you answered as you straightened up, trying to figure out when exactly you’d gotten out of breath. “Actually, I’ll take this one.” Your failure at sounding nonchalant was obvious as Keira's eyes flicked between you and the new customer, but she just shrugged and went to rearrange pastries.

“Are you okay?” His eyes were trained on you, that small smile on his lips, and you remembered why you’d been so eager to see him again.

“Oh, I’m fine.” You waved away his concern and hoped he couldn’t read the embarrassment on your features. He didn’t need to know that you’d literally jumped at the chance to talk to him. Your eyes fell on him again, taking in his features as quickly as you could before it became staring. He looked a little more rested this time, eyes brighter when they met yours. His hair was just as messy as before, but that might have had something to do with the motorcycle helmet he had tucked under one arm. You quickly compartmentalized the mental picture of him on a bike for another time. “Brown Eyes, right?”

His grin chased away any shyness you might have had at saying the nickname he’d inspired. In fact, he looked so pleased that you wondered if he’d been expecting you to forget about your exchange the week before. It was so endearing that you started on his drink to save yourself from grinning back at him like an idiot. A silence was stretching out, broken only by the sound of the espresso machine pulling his shots and the soft instrumental music that Keira played over the intercom during her shifts.

“I’m sorry.” You glanced up at his words, glad he had broken the silence when you couldn’t. He was looking at the counter and then letting out another of those self-deprecating laughs. “If I was a zombie last week, I was going on no sleep. I promise I’m not always that spaced out.”

“Yeah, I thought you looked better today.” You made a face right after the words were out, realizing how they’d sounded. Luckily, he was still smiling as you opened your mouth to backtrack.

“No, it’s okay. I like getting insults with my coffee.” There was a glint in his eye that let you know he was anything but offended. You rolled your eyes at his teasing and hoped the blush wasn’t evident on your cheeks.

This time when you set the drink on the counter in front of him, you wished you had picked something a little more complicated to keep him around longer. You also wished, for the first time, that this was a coffee shop that asked for customer’s names when they ordered. Calling him Brown Eyes in your head was starting to feel far too sappy. The butterflies you were starting to feel when seeing his smile weren’t helping either.

He paid for his drink this time, plus a nice tip that you pretended not to notice when you flipped around the iPad that served as your cash register. There was silence again, but not uncomfortable. His face looked as though he was thinking something through and you gave him the moment to figure it out. Those beautiful eyes flicked over to the other end of the counter, where Keira was putting out more chocolate chip cookies from a local bakery you partnered with and pretending not to listen to your conversation.

“Do you work Thursdays?” His attention was back on you, the question blurted out like he was afraid he would lose his nerve.

You bit your lip to stop what would be an embarrassing smile. “Usually.”

“Maybe I’ll see you then.” He was ducking his head again as he started for the door, but you could see his grin when you managed to get out a small word of agreement.

The door swung shut behind him and you looked over to see Keira’s eyebrows halfway up her forehead. You crouched again and hid your flaming cheeks back in the cabinet.

Two days passed far too slowly until you found yourself once again checking the door constantly on a sluggish Thursday afternoon. You were determined to be confident and casual this time. Not even the shop’s owner stopping in for a surprise visit could throw you off your game. Greef Karga had opened this place a decade ago and was the most hands-off supervisor you’d ever had. He knew you had the day-to-day things under control and only handled a few behind-the-scenes tasks on his own. Every once in a while he would decide to hang around for what he referred to as ‘quality control’, but was really just an excuse to drink coffee and chat. Greef called Nevarro Coffee House his ‘semi-retirement project’, though you had no idea what he’d actually retired from except that he’d apparently done very well at it.

You glanced over your laptop screen where you were pretending to write to see the older man still poking around the supply closet. God, you hoped he wouldn’t still be here when Brown Eyes showed up. Greef was nice, but you didn’t need your boss as an audience to your awkward flirting attempts. Not awkward, confident, you reminded yourself. A phone call thankfully took him out of the shop a few minutes later and you breathed a sigh of relief. It was perfect timing now–only a few hours left in the day for your favorite customer to show up. Plus, closing by yourself ensured that no other coworkers would be in the shop to ask you questions afterward about a man you knew nothing about. Questions like all of the ones you’d dodged from Keira a few days ago.

For once, the universe was listening to you and the door was pushed open for a head of dark curls to poke through. Had he gotten more handsome? Maybe it was just the scruff now lining his jaw that hadn’t been there before.

“Hi,” he greeted. His face looked adorably relieved to see you and his warm smile as he approached the counter was already making your stomach flip.

“Hi yourself.” Confidence, confidence, confidence, was playing like a mantra in your head, but you were feeling anything but. You hadn’t been this frazzled around someone in a long time and you still couldn’t quite explain why he was the one having this effect on you. It was more than his handsome face and perpetual bedhead. It was the small smiles, the shyness, the expressions he was clearly bad at hiding. It was something to do with the way his eyes followed you, curious and sincere–patient even when you’d been watching him without saying anything for too long. Which you were doing right now. Shit. “The usual?”

“Please.” He had the motorcycle helmet in his hands again and set it down on one of the stools in the middle of the counter. Its rounded surface wobbled slightly and you could see leather gloves tucked inside as well. Did setting his stuff down mean he was staying? Apparently so, as he was now settling on a stool at the counter halfway between you and the display case. The butterflies in your stomach were suddenly swarming.

“Hanging around today?”

He shrugged at your question. “I’ve got some time.” Glancing over your shoulder, he was immediately reminding you of the first time you’d made him this drink. The all-consuming exhaustion was gone from his eyes, but he was leaning his elbow on the counter the same way, watching you curiously with his head on his hand.

“Are you usually busy?”

“More than I’d like.”

You’d thought he came into the shop at odd times, usually early afternoon when most people hadn’t gotten out of work yet. From the charming grays in his beard, you guessed he was a few years older than you, but not old enough to be retired. Whatever he did, it must have odd hours. You were just about to ask when he pointed to the coffee grounds in your hand.

“What do you use for this drink?”

The question threw you off a little, but you looked down at the bag in your hands, sealing it up before pushing it down the counter towards him. A tanned hand plucked it off the light wood and flipped it around for his inspection. All of the beans you used came from a local roaster to ensure they were fresh. Hands off as he was, Greef knew good coffee.

“Trying to replicate it?” you teased, enjoying the smirk it brought to his lips.

Shaking his head, he slid the bag back over the counter. “I don’t think I’d make it as well as you.” It was obvious flattery, but you were happy to let him get away with it. You tapped out a perfect line of cinnamon down the middle of the finished drink and handed it over.

He inched out of his stool and you were worried for a moment that he might be leaving, but it was only to grab his wallet. Even though you were pretty sure you knew the answer, you glanced at his left hand while he was paying. Nothing, not even a tan line on his ring finger. Although he did look far too pleased with himself when you looked back up. He had to have caught you checking, but smug looked so good on him that you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

“I wanted to ask…” He was having trouble meeting your eyes now as he spoke and your heart was very suddenly in your throat. “I know you’re at work so please feel free to stop me whenever, but…would you like to go out for a drink sometime?” The last part was pushed out of his lungs in a hurry, much like the way he’d asked before if you would be working today.

The butterflies in your stomach had reached a crescendo and then dissolved into a pleasant buzz. You bit your lip to keep your grin from reaching embarrassing proportions and nodded, falling a little in love with the way his eyes lit up. Quickly grabbing a napkin, you scribbled down your first name and number. He took the napkin from you like it was something precious, eyes roving over the curls of ink. Then, your name was coming out of his mouth in that deep gravelly voice and you thought you might melt on the spot.

The pair of you had to look like two idiots grinning at each other like this, but you couldn’t help it. “Do I get to know your name?”

He looked confused for a moment and then cringed at himself, like he’d completely forgotten he even had a name. “Shit. Sorry, I’m D-”

“Din Djarin!”

Both of your heads turned to the back door where Greef was entering with a wide smile on his face–effectively breaking the bubble that had settled around the two of you. Din looked just as confused as you that your boss was calling his full name until recognition clicked in his eyes a split second later. “Karga?”

They were giving each other a handshake and then a hug, and you were left to cluelessly look between them wondering what exactly was happening. At least you’d gotten his name. Din–it suited him.

Greef seemed completely oblivious to what was going on when he entered, but you noticed Din carefully fold the napkin and tuck it into his back pocket.“It’s been months and no one’s seen you around. Let me get you something.” The older man clapped him on the shoulder and moved behind the counter. Seeing Din’s drink already paid for, he gestured to the display case. “Pastry?”

Din glanced over at you but you both seemed just as lost as to how the situation had changed so quickly. He focused back on Greef and scanned over the available treats, pointing hesitantly to a croissant.

“Nothing more exciting than that? We’ve got these peanut butter bars that will change your life.” You hadn’t noticed how boisterous your boss was until this moment–in sharp contrast with Din’s low tones.Giving over to his mysterious friendliness, you stepped back so he could have full run of the counter space.

Din was chuckling again, but this time it was in familiarity. Your curiosity was running wild. “No, it’s okay,” he was saying as the other man boxed up a croissant, “I’ll end up giving some to the kid, he wants everything I’m eating right now.”

Wait, did he say kid?

Din seemed to notice what he’d said right as you did and looked over at you nervously, but Greef was grabbing his attention again.

“How is the little gremlin? Keeping you busy?”

Okay, he definitely said kid.

“You have no idea.” Din was still looking like he’d let something slip that he wasn’t planning on and it was sending your imagination into uncomfortable spirals. The blissful excitement of just a minute ago was being doused by reality and you didn’t even have a chance to talk about it.

Greef was still chattering, too busy making his way back out from behind the counter to notice the slight panic creeping into Din’s eyes. Before either of you could say another word, Din was being ushered out of the door with an arm around his shoulders ‘to catch up’. He quickly grabbed his helmet off of the stool, shooting you a look that felt a lot like an apology before he was gone and you were standing alone in sudden silence.

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