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writerslittlelibrary · 6 months

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Thank you so much for writing my request. Omg that was amazing if you could do a part two pretty please (also like reader scared of Maria but I didn’t think of what to call her apart from agent/director hill)

I hope it wasn’t much problem writing it

Sending you this love💛💛💛

-🦈

We are your mothers 2

masterlist requests masterlist

part 1

summary: when you get kidnapped, your moms do everything in their power to get you back, only to find out that now you'll never call them mom again...

pairing: Blackhill x daughter reader

warnings: yelling, nightmares

genre: angst

words: 1169

a/n: part 2 is finally here! also, covid's been kicking my ass and I can't really breath or see (due to teary eyes) so sorry if this isn't great. I really wanted to write the part 2, and I might improve it or make it longer when I feel better :)

(also who has covid three times? why is that a thing🤨)

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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It had been over a week, and you were yet to interact with your mothers. Yelena was the only one you let close to you, but even she had no idea what you had endured. You didn't sleep a lot, nightmares haunting you, seemingly even when you were awake.

It broke your mothers hearts, to hear you scream and cry every night and not be able to comfort you. They made that mistake the first night, and the moment they walked in, you tried to crawl away from them, falling off the bed in the process. They tried helping you, but when they got close, you shielded your head and face with your arms, shaking in fear with the thought they might hit you. Natasha had spent that night crying in Maria's arms, hearing how Yelena shushed your cries and cuddled you back to sleep.

When the mornings came, you wouldn't come out of your room, afraid your moms might be in the kitchen. Natasha picked up on that quickly, and her and Maria started having breakfast at least an hour before you'd wake up.

Most nights they spend crying. Maria tried to be the strong one, comforting Natasha to the best of her abilities but she failed, and soon broke down beside her with the fear they might never get to hold their little girl ever again.

It was a frightening thought to the both of them.

“How you doing, baby spider?” Yelena asked as she walked into your room, seeing you drawing at your desk. You shrugged. Yelena sighed softly in disappointment, but made sure not to let you hear her. You hadn't spoken a lot, and despite Yelena's many efforts, you wouldn't speak to her either.

Yelena sat down on your bed, leaning back and facing you.

“I was thinking we could go to the mall today. Maybe visit that bookstore you like so much?” Yelena tried, but you didn't even acknowledge her sentence.

Yelena sighed to herself again, getting up and walking towards you. You quickly closed your sketchbook when you felt her coming close, turning around with your chair to face her.

“Will Miss Romanoff and Miss Hill come too?” you asked Yelena softly, and she smiled hesitantly at you. “You know they are still your mothers, right? They'd love for you to call them mom and mama again…” Yelena tried carefully, but you flinched from even hearing those names.

You shook your head and turned back around to your desk, tears stinging in your eyes.

Yelena wasn't sure on what to do, but she decided that after a week, it was finally time to push. “Why wouldn't you want to call them that again? They've missed you so much.”

Tears streamed down your face, but Yelena just couldn't drop it. “They love you.” That was when you let out your first sob, crying as quietly as possible. Yelena didn't hesitate to lean forward, capturing you in a hug and letting you cry on her shoulder.

“What happened to you? What did they do to you?” Yelena asked softly, rubbing your back with one hand while the other cradled your head against her.

You sobbed and shook your head, trying to tell her, but your sentences came out muffled and in broken sobs. Yelena continued to comfort you, softly sushing you and continuing to rub your back. “We all love you, y/n,” Yelena said softly. “Just know that.”

After your sobs reduced to sniffles, Yelena tried to pull back to look at you, but you just pulled her closer.

Quietly you explained what happened. You left out most details, but covered the most important parts: they hurt when you didn't listen, and all you could see were your mothers.

Yelena had tears stinging her eyes as she heard you explain, holding you closely as she tried to keep in her own sobs. Hearing you talk about Natasha and Maria like that, hearing what you thought they did to you, broke her heart into a million pieces. She kept rubbing your back when your sobs started up again, whispering comforting things into your ear as you explained.

After a few minutes, when you both calmed down, Yelena finally pulled back, pulling you to face her. “We all love you. Natasha and Maria love you more than anything in this world. They would do anything to hear you call them mom and mama again,” Yelena explained, wiping some hair from your face.

You nodded softly, your tears finally reducing.

“I'll try,” you said, hugging Yelena one more time before standing up.

Yelena held your hand as you walked to the common area, your moms found sitting on the couch, watching a movie together to try and distract themselves.

“Natasha…” you softly called, her head whipping around to see you standing there, squeezing Yelena's hand out of fright. “Hi baby,” she said softly, slowly getting up to walk towards you. You tensed up slightly when she came closer, but Yelena squeezed your hand reassuringly.

Natasha came closer carefully, reaching her hands up to try and touch you. When she saw you didn't try to move away from her, she softly put her hands around you, pulling you into a hug.

Maria soon joined, putting her arms around you both as you quietly embraced each other.

When Natasha pulled back, she carefully reached her hands to your face, wiping some hairs that had fallen in front of it away. “I love you so much,” she spoke, tears stinging in her eyes. You kept quiet, tears stinging in your own eyes as well.

“We both do,” Maria spoke, putting her hand on the other side of your face carefully.

They were so afraid to hurt or scare you away. You nodded softly, your tears now streaming down your face. When you fell asleep that night, it was on the couch, your head on Yelena's lap and your legs on Natasha's.

You still hadn't spoken to them, but it was progress. You fell asleep in the same room as them, even going so far as letting Natasha touch you.

Natasha smiled to herself as she saw your sleeping form, softly stroking your legs as you slept. Yelena had told them everything that night, and both Natasha and Maria had broken down after hearing what you'd been put through.

You hadn't really said anything to them, and it would for sure take a long time before you'd call them mom and mama again, if you'd ever even call them that again, but Maria and Natasha were willing to wait, helping you wherever they could.

They love you, and they always will.

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dashjenners · 11 months

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Fever | Joe Burrow

joe burrow x reader

words: 2.6k

synopsis: sicky cuddles with your two boys

warnings: mentions of fever and sickness, post-appendix surgery, literal fluff

a/n: this is super short but i wanted to write about some of the small things, as was requested. i hope you like it !!!!

A slow endless drizzle was smitten on the glass, scattered raindrops melting in neuter gray along each pane with a soft pitter-patter through the small break of the curtains. Layer upon layer hazily drifts with dew-dripping beads, the sweet scent of him fuller than ever from your dozing on the couch, laying tightly secure in those muscled arms; one heavily draped over your shoulders so that your head cradles against him while the other moves slowly at random, sometimes to the ridge of your waist, others your thigh to pull you deeper.

Beneath the knitted blanket, your legs entangle with his, rubbing against each other in little movements while Ocean's Eleven plays softly off the television; his back propped up by pillows from the bedroom and yours by his chest. You snuggle closer as your eyelids droop, curling your head to its resting place on him that left you settling tinily under his arm with a heed of cushions bunched behind your back, almost a complete sweetheart cradle. And, as he squeezes you arbitrarily, you feel a warm twirl hit your chest. There’s home between Joe’s arms; just him and you.

Eventually, Joe moves; to your benefit he rolls closer, nestling his head into the crook of your shoulder and placing a hand on your upper thigh. Carefully, you let yours curl in even more, and right when your eyes began to flutter sleepily, an arm rubs across your hip before trailing down over the bundle of knitting where you felt fingers loop through yours.

You looked up to find Joe’s eyes. They were darkly sweet, and your favorite half-smile was on his lips. “Hey you,” he said, staring right at you.

His voice was hoarse, so unexpected above the pit-pat of rainfall filling the house. “Hi,” you said slowly, staring at his hand in yours.

You feel a dose of lust with just that, the feel of his gentle compression drawing you away from the loud rumbles in the distance. You lie in silence for a moment loving on it, the warmth of his closeness and the way his thumb weakly rubs over the back of yours, and your palm is very careful to move up his stomach, your nails a gentle tickle to his body.

“How are you feeling?” you asked, your eyes straying to the white patch peeking out from the little roll-up of his shirt.

“Sore.” He said, a little break in his voice giving another reassuring squeeze of him being there.

This was different, but it was evident given the current fad of vitamins and responding to his symptoms with medicine, all in aid to ease the ongoing discomfort from the surgery. Frankly, if you hadn’t been there, calming his annoyance with gentle rubs to his thigh and being his special little nurse, the pain would surely get the best of him.

This comes into question when Joe lets out a small sound, somewhere between a hiss and a sob. You let the touch of your locked fingers slip away as you pull out from beneath and lean up to sit level with him. “You alright, baby,” you say softly, eyebrows pinched in concern.

Joe groans again. The sound smothered by a lip bite.

You snap at the neck and drop your hand to his forearm, rubbing a line up and down its length soothingly. “Joey, what’s wrong?"

He takes a little to come around, taking a moment to realize he’s awake and in need of something when he reaches around his chest to find your hand where it lies in the dip of his sternum, but doesn’t look up. Doesn’t move. Just squeezes.

"My-” He cuts himself off to hiss, his voice noticeably weak. “My stomach’s fuckin’ killing me."

You give his shoulder another kiss. "Want me to get you some more Tylenol?"

"Four."

You giggle at him and slide your hand down his chest where it had been pressed all this time, scruffing and hugging, a precious hug, while kissing the side of his arm with pure love. And you expect his breath to relax once more, but instead, they were heavy with a deep rise and fall. “Be right back,” you say, slipping yourself off the couch before heading into the kitchen.

Opening the medicine cabinet, you spot the bottle, twisting the cap and pouring two tablets into your palm, but the faint sibilant sounds behind you had your motions on autopilot, quickly filling a glass halfway with water and walking hurriedly back over to your needy man.

“Here.” You unravel your palm while handing him the glass of water.

He takes the first tablet, shooting it back with a chug before taking the other and doing the same, staring at you lustfully as he swallows. “Thanks, babe, hopefully they kick in soon,” he says, finishing the rest of the water before wiping what dripped with the back of his hand.

“Do you need anything else? Ice, more water, a snack? I can replace your bandage and—”

“(y/n)!” He was quick to cut you off, lightly gripping your thigh in unison to steal your attention. “I’m fine, you’ve done enough for me,” he chuckles.

Your tendency to spoil Joe these past few days came in more ways than one, and his way of downplaying any bit of pain certainly made you fret about trying to make him more comfortable, whether it be with your soft touches during a nap or the way you shower him with undeniable love that never fails to ease the discomfort for even just a short time. It only felt tough knowing Jett had come down with a little cold at the same time, leaving both of your boys needy and so vulnerable.

"Babe?" Joe murmurs a minute later. “Could you actually…get J?”

“He’s sick Joe.” A soft look of hurt came of him, needing extra comfort from his little man; you honestly started to feel a bit bad. “But I'll go see if he’s awake,” you said, pushing back a short curl that had been resting over his forehead.

Slowly, you slip yourself off of Joe’s shoulder and slide out from underneath the blanket, going ahead in making your way upstairs where instant dry coughs could be heard down the hall. As you peeped in, you caught Jett wide awake, sleeping very bilious in his crib and babbling in discomfort that grew wearier as you approached; the vapor rub you had put on his feet just before his nap still heavily potent. You looked at him softly as he lifted his arms, the tired whines that follow having you melt when he squirms in the sheets.

“Shh shh, it’s okay bubs,” you coax, laying a soft hand on his warm cheek right before he sneezed loudly, the sound just enough to startle his little self and let out a cry. “O-Ohhh, my poor baby.”

With worry, you picked him up ever so tenderly to your chest, leading with slow sways while pressing the softest baby sugars to his forehead. Simultaneously, you feel those arms swathe over your shoulders with a splay of fingers curling, and when there is silence, you believe he has fallen asleep, melting to you like he always does, until you hear those stuffy sniffles below your ear. Then, you felt a light pressure along your neck, dipping your chin to find that button nose rubbing against your shirt with half-dried tears still bulbed on the cheek.

Without saying a word, you continue your sways over to the little changing table before laying Jett gently on the pad when his hands are instantly back out for you. A small cry escapes his plump lips as you nearly pry him away from your embrace, feeling the absence of your love and affection; you feel so warm and secure. His fingers are incessant in their grabbing motion, and his fist coddles your thumb as soon as it is in reach, finding sweet comfort with just a thin piece of you. It gives you the chance to wipe his runny nose and switch off the humidifier that had been aiding his congestion.

He writhed quite a bit, little whines following as you tried to pick the crust from around his nostrils. “It’s okay lovey,” you attempt to soothe, your hush baby voice catching his attention but unable to stop the weak, tired cries that persist. Even when you were done, his fussiness continued as you folded him back up to your chest. “Easy J, you’re alright,” you hum, your voice never going past a whisper.

You held him so lovingly, engaging in quiet play with the most delicate strokes along his back that went all the way up into his golden curls. He broke a few wet coughs, the gentle thudding of your hand against the bottom of his spine soothing any leftover discomfort he still has. He stayed tucked in the crease of your shoulder, the light pressure of his nose still rubbing even as you went to grab his tigey blanky from the crib, spreading it loosely over his back before heading downstairs. You felt so bad for your poor lovey, wanting to ease his aches any way that you could. For all you know, Joe may just be the unknown remedy.

“Here he is,” you hummed, rounding the couch to see Joe still laying in the same position from when you left.

His bleary eyes peel slowly, deep blonde lashes parting and face dipped down to take Jett in. “H-Heyyy, lil man” he drags, tired and husky, opening his arms.

Joe took him so effortlessly, snaking those large, thick hands around Jett’s tiny self and laying him gently on his chest before pulling the blanket up. He cubbed him, rubbing familiarly along his back with the softest scratches, feeling his tightness with a frown. He pats his back once, freeing some dry coughs before stroking over his onesie as Jett’s face stays pressed in the dip of his chest; chub to chub.

Seeing him occupied, you decided it’d be a good time to refill Jett’s medicine and also stock up on some soothers, knowing you’d be down here for a while. Doing so, you quietly headed into the kitchen, gathering a tray where you placed a syringe of motrin, a cool wet towel, and his bubba full of warm milk, knowing it did best to soothe that feeling of a stingy sore throat.

You walked carefully back to the couch, trying not to spill anything as you slipped into the spot that still held your print. Jett’s rheumy eyes stared from their rest on Joe’s pec, his lips plump and slightly parted, and you smiled at him before placing the syringe up to his mouth. However, he squirms instantly, given the taste was so sudden, and Joe was natural to palm him, coiling a finger around those identical curls.

“Shhh, shh, easy J, mama’s trying to make you feel better.”

Jett quietens; he still cries, but their severity noticeably shifts, and soon, his tired eyes greet you again, a little watery and sleepy. You slowly added more and more medicine, being extra careful so he could take it down easily at his own pace. He loved the grape flavoring, but the foreign substance always seemed to startle him when it was time for another dose.

“There you go, buddy,” Joe coaxes, thumbing the inside of his palm which cuffs around him in comfort, and you were about to give him some milk to help wash the medicine down but a steady hand was wrapping your wrist. “Hey—” Joe starts, shaking his head with a brow pinch. “Let me, yeah?”

He eases the bottle out of your hand more gently than necessary, little by little placing it up to Jett’s mouth before those pink lips enclosed the silicone end, suckling with baby gulps.

“Careful,” you hum, wiping a small milk bead that had fallen in the crease.

His weight is everything Joe wanted and his little arms resting on him are more; the way they both lay with a fist, furling and unfurling. He strokes his cheek with the back of his index finger, hoping to soothe him into sleep, and you’re dripping with absolute love, simply doting over the way he took your little man beneath his security, only to coddle him the way you often would. It left you to watch adoringly, seeing those sleepy eyes stay fixed on you until Joe was removing the bubba and letting some leftover milk drip from Jett’s mouth onto his shirt while those tiny fingers fisted the cotton, being ever so delicate. He’s his little one. His smaller version.

“Mmgh.” Jett babbles weakly, spewing cries in search of his bubba.

“Shh, shh, it’s right here bub.” Joe’s voice was so hushed, a remedy you didn’t know Jett needed until you saw his coated lashes peek in your direction again, latching on with faint whistles coming from his nose. His breathing was tight, but it didn’t stop the runniness from dripping to his cupid’s bow; luckily you still had a tissue in your hand, cleaning him up so lovingly.

At the same time, you toy with the string of Joe’s sweats, looking at the loose bunny loops and twisting them around your finger. You know he’s looking at you, thinking about something as you stroke your hair from your face absent-mindedly, lacing silky strands between your fingers and then tucking them behind your ear with grace. When there’s no hair left to tuck back, he catches your sweet brown eyes staring at the patch on his stomach, lining the edges with their subtle movements.

That's when Joe flicked back half the blanket and patted the spot beside him. "C’mere, mamas.”

You gave a coquettish smile before slipping into the pillows and taking back the warmth as that arm revisits your shoulders, snuggling you deep to soak in these sicky cuddles. A bubble of emotion wedged tightly beneath your ribs, hitting a tender spot, a little feel of sweetness.

And then there’s a sound, a baby yawn. "You need more sleep huh?" Joe murmured, placing a kiss on top of his head, leaving it there for seconds, and that made your eyes prickle with tears.

“You okay mamas? You’ve been taking care of your two boys here for a few days now.” Joe’s concern made your heart thrum, the simple need to know if��you, out of the two of them, were okay; he was so attentive to you, even when he wasn’t with himself.

“Mhmm, you’re always so sweet to ask,” you conclude. It would be a lie to say Jett’s fussy self hadn’t gotten the best of you these past few days, not to mention the small demands from your bigger boy who seemed to be just as down.

Joe’s eyes were dark and serious when he said, “I just want to always know that you’re okay. It’s important to me.”

“I am okay,” you said. “Better than okay.”

Joe smiled. “Good.” He said, giving a reassuring squeeze to your arm. “C’mere then, just relax.” It drew you closer, seeming as though you could always cuddle more and more, even when you already felt too deep; these caresses, they’d felt endless all morning.

Your lips curled in a giddy smile, and you had to press your mouth into the side of his chest so you wouldn't say what was on your mind. Hold me. Hold me tighter than ever imagined.

Jett was in clear view, those angel blues in a slow flutter that made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy every time you looked at them. The fatigue had started to set in, both your boys seeming to drug off from their medicines, and now your eyes showed it as you struggled to keep them open. You curled your body, pinning your bunch in the middle even more effectively than before while Joe rubbed up on your arm with soothing motions with his other still on Jett, his mouth near your temple, and you held that with tenderness until sleep overcame you, the rain a gentle noise beyond the sweetness inside.

#joe burrow #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow fanfic #joe burrow x reader #dad joe #dashjenners fic

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darlingmisa · 11 months

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abby taking care of you on your period ⭐️💓

Cramps and Comfort...

Modern Abby bc it fits and I just love her sm,, why can't she be real (642 words)

๑ Abby is the type to keep track of when your period is going to start and is fully prepared to take care of you during it. She insists that she does everything for you, cooking and cleaning, even helping you shower. She just wants you to be as comfortable as possible.

๑ She's completely stalked up on anything you could possibly need. Pads, tampons, whatever you use. And you best believe she's got all the meds too, Midol, Tylenol, anything she think's you might need, she's buying at least two bottles. She'll run out and grab anything you'd ask for too. Your favorite snack? Done. Takeout for dinner? She's already ordering it.

๑ If your cramps get really bad, she's rushing over with the heating pad, ready to massage your stomach if you need it, which you'd never say no to. Her rough hands are already rubbing out your shoulders and neck the moment you mention you have sore muscles or feel stiff from laying around all day.

๑ When your emotions heighten, she's there holding you, letting you cry whenever you need to. She'll let you scream at her and sob about it after, she knows you never mean anything you say but that you have to get it out somehow, but that doesn't stop you from feeling awful about it after.

๑ Every cry sesh is followed by a cuddle sesh, Abby's arms wrapped tightly around you, running her hands up and down your bare back, stopping sometimes to draw small shapes with her fingers, all while your face is buried in the crook of her neck relishing in her scent.

๑ When Abby has to work, she tries her best to get out of it. Seeing if anyone can cover for her for the day so she can stay home and take care of her girl. Sometimes it works, and though you feel bad and insist she goes to work, she tells you it's okay and it's what she wants.

๑ On days she can't stay home, she's practically rushing back once her shift ends, speeding to get home to you as quickly as possible, despite calling you on all her breaks to check in. When she gets home to find you curled up in your shared bed, sniffling and holding yourself from the pain, she's already running you a hot bath, getting you clothes to wear after, making you dinner, and getting meds. Your comfort is her priority and she'll do anything to help you feel even a little bit better.

๑ Those nights where it's so bad you can't sleep, she's staying up with you. It doesn't matter how tired she may be, Abby isn't sleeping. Not until you are. She'll hold you tighter, rocking you back and forth in an attempt to soothe your hushed crying. She'll make you some tea and bring you something sweet with it as well, telling you stories to keep you distracted until you fall asleep in her arms.

๑ Even once you're fast asleep, soft breaths fanning her neck, she stays up for a little while longer just to make sure you don't wake back up anytime soon. Still holding you tightly, running her fingers through your hair. Slowly she'll lay back down with your head on her chest and fall asleep herself, not once letting you go.

๑ God forbid you start feeling insecure about yourself, worried about how your clothes just don't fit right from bloating. Abby is so quick to remind you that it's normal and that you're still the most beautiful person she's ever laid eyes on. She'll litter kisses all over your stomach, not giving you any time to feel bad anymore. She'll remind you every day because seeing you cry looking in the mirror just breaks her more than anything else ever could.

#for my lovely emi #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x fem reader #abby x fem!reader #abby tlou #abby the last of us #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson #tlou series #tlou part 2 #tlou abby anderson x reader #tlou x reader

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alluraswifey · 24 days

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Here you go gremlins some Shiro,Adam and Keith fluff:

#1 Them meeting Lance(If the whole space war and shit didn’t happen)

Keith:Soooo dads I’ve got some for you to meet*pulls Lance it the room*

Lance:H-hello Sirs!

Shiro:….

Adam:….

Keith:Anyway and Lance and dating…surprise!

Shiro:…

Adam:…

Lance:…

Keith:Guys you ok…?

Lance:*Shaking in fear*

Both:*Bursts out laughing*

Keith:What’s funny?

Adam:N-nothing!

Shiro:We’re just surprised anyone would date you!

Lance:*Laughing*

Keith:GUYS C’MON!

#2 Lil Keith 🥰

Keith:Dad!Dad!

Shiro:Yes bud?

Keith:Look what I found!*Pulls out a big spider*

Shiro:AHHAHAHOJHA WERE DID YOU FIND THAT-

Keith:In a bush!

Adam:What’s all the screaming about?*Sees the spider*

Shiro:Adam it’s ok.

Keith:Papa look!

Adam*Faints*

Shiro:ADAM?!?

Keith:PAPA?!?

Adam:…

Shiro:…

Keith:…I’ll go put it back outside.

Shiro:You do that bud.

Adam:Is it gone now…?

#3 Keith being a crazy bitch.

Shiro:Guys what happened?!Are you both ok?!

Adam:We’re fine babe don’t worry.

Shiro:Don’t worry!You told me Keith beat up a grown man!

Keith:I did!

Shiro:Why?!

Keith:Well when me and Papa were in the grocery store this old guy yelled at Papa to “Go back to Mexico!” So I pushed him of his wheelchair and kicked him!*Grins*

Adam:…

Shiro:…

Keith:..:)

Shiro:Did you get him good bud?

Keith:Yes!

Adam:Well I mean I wouldn’t have handled it like that but you got the job done so well done bud!

Keith: ….:D

#4 Keith’s first crush(On Lance~)

Keith:GUYSSSSSSSSS

Shiro:Woah Keith what’s wrong?

Adam:Yeah you ok hun?

Keith:NO IM NOT OK MY CRUSH ASKED ME OUT?!?WTF DO I DOOO??

Adam:*Squeals in Spanish*

Shiro:Ohmylordkeithwhatshisnameisheinyouryearwhatshelooklikewhatshisname???

Keith:His names Lance and yes he’s in my year and he’s tanned with brown hair and blue eyes.NOW WHAT DO I DO?!

Adam:Well do you guys have a date?

Keith:Yessss this Fridayyy*Happy keef*

Adam:Ok I’ll help you pick out an outfit.Shiro you good babe?

Shiro:Yh but now I have to go beat someone up.

Keith:Dad!Why?!?

Shiro:NO ONE DATES MY BABY!

Adam:Shiro we’ve been through this…

Shiro:*Grabs a frying pan*I’ll be back by dinner.

Keith:DAD NO-

#5 Keith’s first day of preschool(If Shiro and Adam adopted him earlier ofc)

Shiro:*Sniff*Bye baby…

Adam:*Rubbing his back*He’ll be fine hun.

Keith:*Waves* Bye Bye Daddy’s!

Shiro:AHHAHAHHAHAHA WHY IS HE SO CUTE?!?

Adam*Sobbing*BE CAREFUL BABY!

Keith:*Running inside*

Adam:*Sniffing*Lets just go home…

Shiro:*Wailing*

*Later at pick up*

Keith:Daddy’s!*Shows them a drawing of a hippo*

Shiro:Ohmylordbabydidyoudrawthisitssogood!!!

Adam:That’s so good hun does the hippo have a name?

Keith:Yesw it’s called hippo!

Shiro:Hippo?

Keith:Yesw.

Adam:*Chuckling*Ok hun let’s just go home…

#6 Late night cuddles 🥰

Keith:*Coming downstairs*Can I stay down here for a bit…

Adam:Oh hun you scared me!Ofc is something wrong?

Keith:*Tears in his eyes*

Shiro:Come here bud…

Keith:*Walks over*

Adam:*Leans over to Keith*You wanna talk abt it bud..?

Keith:I just feel sad…

Shiro:Aw that ok bud sometimes we just feel sad.

Adam:Yh you don’t have to now why sometimes it’s ok to cry for now reason.

Keith:*Sniffs* ok…

Shiro:Now do you wanna watch a show?

Keith:*Nods*

Adam:Ok you two move over a bit I’m joining!

{{This one was inspired by my parents!I had this conversation so many times with them more times than I can remember 😅}}

#7 Keith’s birthday!!🎂

Adam:Keith hun wake up!!

Keith:*Groans* Pape it’s to early…

Adam:But it’s your birthday c’mon!

Keith:What?That’s today?

Adam:Yes c’mon I trusted Shiro to make pancakes and I don’t want him to burn the house down!

*Downstairs*

Shiro:Well fuck.

*Theres pancake batter literally everywhere*

Keith:Dad…?

Adam:Takashi!

Shiro:In my defence the presents are unharmed!

Keith:All those are for me…?

Adam:Ofc bud!

Keith:*starts crying*

Shiro:Bud what’s wrong..?

Keith:N-nothing I’m just rlly happy is all….

Adam:Ohmylordyoursocuteyourverymuchwelcomecomeonletsgoopensomepresents!!

Shiro:*Dying of cuteness*

#voltron #takashi shirogane #keith kogane #adam #lance mcclain #pidge gunderson #hunk garrett

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

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𝑨 = 𝑨𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

After you show Remus physical affection, he will return it. I don’t think he’s confident enough to show it to you until a few years into the relationship. But when he’s comfortable, he will show you affection in random ways.

For example, he does so absentmindedly. When reading, he’ll draw circles on your leg, or kiss your arms when you’re about to fall asleep.

𝑩 = 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 (What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?)

𝑷𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 Remus loves when you’re concentrating. Your lips scrunch together, your eyebrows mirroring. And in that concentration, you cannot hear the world around you.

𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 Your compassion. Remus loves that you feel so deeply for others. Your empathy and sympathy are what shocked all of the Marauders. Even James didn’t realise there was someone with such a heart as yours. It’s so good, and so gentle.

𝑪 = 𝑪𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔 (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Remus LOVES to cuddle. He gets jealous when Sirius turns into dog form and sits with his head on your lap and you stroke his ears. So Remus always makes sure that he’s the one who gets the most cuddles. Even though he won’t say it out loud, you know how he feels.

𝑫 = 𝑫𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Remus is the most ready to settle down. Maybe not children straight away (or ever, but he won’t say ‘not ever’ to you.) He’s very good with cooking and cleaning. A great house companion really. Anyone who shares a house with him will be the happiest house mate. So, in your relationship, you never have to tell him to clean up or what he wants for dinner. He takes over those roles. Just automatically.

𝑬 = 𝑬𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 (When something is bothering them, how do they act around you?)

He’s a lot quieter. He tries to fix it the situation himself, and take control of his emotions. But sooner or later, he will come to you and ask for your help.

If you notice him and his change in mood, then you wait a bit for him to speak up. If he doesn’t, then you will ask about it.

𝑭 = 𝑭𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒆 (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Remus would want to wait it out. He doesn’t want you to be in a commitment with him because he thinks you could do better. A werewolf for a husband is no husband at all (he thinks).

𝑮 = 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Oh, Remus is one of the gentlest men on earth. He tries to make up for his wrongdoings as a werewolf by being both physically and emotionally gentle. He always treats people with kindness and patience.

𝑯 = 𝑯𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 (Do they tell you about their childhood? Their trauma? The sides of themself that they keep hidden from the world.)

Actually, Remus is very hidden about his childhood. He’ll tell you small snippets at the beginning of your relationship, and you slowly find out about his upbringing in small segments.

One evening you sat him down and asked him outright about his childhood. He told you some of the most heartbreaking things and you sobbed with him that night.

𝑰 = 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes him a while to say it. That was one of the tiffs that you two had. You said it often and outwardly. Not caring who heard. But Remus constantly feels like he isn’t good enough for you. That if he says it back, then that means you two will be together forever. They’re the words that solidify your relationship.

And so when he first said it...he began to say it every day, and then multiple times a day.

𝑱 = 𝑱𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Remus tries not to. He knows people can’t help but find you endearing. But he does feel jealous. He feels it so deeply. He isn’t possessive, but will let people show that you two are together.

𝑲 = 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 honey. Sweet, and gooey. He tastes like chocolate, and his kisses are therefore literally sweet. But he’s also so gentle with you. He’ll caress your face and stroke his thumb against your cheek.

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 is the palm of your hand. He’ll kiss it and then move it so it’s against his cheek. He’ll close his eyes for a few moments.

𝑯𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 well, everywhere. But he loves when you kiss his forehead, then his left cheek, then his right. You always do it slowly, and with obvious fierce love.

𝑳 = 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 (How are they around children?)

Oh, he’s wonderful around kids. He’s very tender and always makes them feel safe. He has such dilf energy. Like he was made to be a dad, or made to be a a man who people see as a father figure.

𝑴 = 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 (How are mornings spent with them?)

Remus doesn’t want to get out of bed. And when he does, he’s a bit mopey. He shuffles from the bed, to the bathroom and then straight into the kitchen for a cup of coffee (he always makes you a cup as well, or tea if you prefer.)

𝑵 = 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 (How are nights spent with them?)

Remus will stay up late, every night, just to read. He loves his books. You’ll wake up and roll over just to find the clock pointed at 1 am. Remus’ light still on and the book he had just started, was nearly finished.

𝑶 = 𝑶𝒑𝒆𝒏 (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Very slowly. You almost have to prod him for information. For some reason, he doesn’t like to ... open himself up emotionally. He sees himself as wounded. As someone who could hurt you by telling you the hurt that he’s experienced.

𝑷 = 𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 (How easily angered are they?)

Oh, he doesn’t get angered very easily at all. Not until someone insults you. Even when you’re having an argument, he never raises his voice. Not unless he thinks you could be harmed. Like the first time when it was the full moon and he couldn’t attain his potion. He was so frightened that he would hurt you, he had James and Sirius come over.

𝑸 = 𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒆𝒔 (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He can’t remember, every little detail about you from the top of his head. But what he knows is important to you, he’ll remember. Like your birthday, even he’ll bring it up months before you do.

𝑹 = 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

Having the first Christmas outside of Hogwarts. The Marauders were worried that Christmas wouldn’t feel the same, but each of them now had partners - so everyone came over to you and Remus’ little apartment to have Christmas.

It was absolutely lovely. Christmas crackers, Yorkshire puddings, a full roast. Both of you have been cleaning, cooking and setting up for two weeks before Christmas.

Then each year it rotates, so each Marauder hosts the rest at their place. But you and Remus always think you put on the best spread.

𝑺 = 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Remus is definitely protective of you. It comes from a place of love, that he wants to see you safe and well-cared for. He’s very protective when people are making you uncomfortable.

Remus’ first instinct when you’re in an unsafe situation, is to first try and calm everyone down. If he can see that the aggressor is making you scared, he’ll whip out his wand and cast a spell in a flash.

Remus feels like he shouldn’t have to be protected. He thinks he doesn’t deserve it. But you would always protect him. And his secret. You also protect him from himself.

𝑻 = 𝑻𝒓𝒚 (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

You guys have a calendar and all special occasions, anniversaries, birthdays etc, are written down. Remus isn’t forgetful, but sometimes his mind can be so focused on the upcoming full moon, that the world around him isn’t really ... there.

With everyday tasks, he happily puts effort into it. He would definitely be the type of person who anxiety-cleans, or angry-cleans. When the world feels like too much, he’ll go and do a load of laundry, tidy up the house and vacuum.

𝑼 = 𝑼𝒈𝒍𝒚 (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Can be a tad clumsy, or absentminded. You have to shout his name at times because he’s so engrossed in his book.

𝑽 = 𝑽𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Hardly at all. Well, he is moreso because he wants to impress you. But he doesn’t take as long as Sirius. That man will take over an hour to get his hair ... just right.

𝑾 = 𝑾𝒉𝒚 (Reasons why they love each other)

𝑯𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 you’re a comfortable person, a safe person. Someone who doesn’t put others down, who sees the world for what it could be, rather than what it is. You make him feel like he has a purpose.

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 you have never met a young man so emotionally mature, intuitive and kind. He can put anyone at ease. He has charisma, even if he doesn’t think so. And his love for chocolate is very convenient.

𝑿 = 𝑿𝒚𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 (What’s their song)

Hope for the Future by Joseph Trapanese. A song from the Shadow and Bone soundtrack. It has this comfortable, warm surrounding sound - there’s no timidness in the way the instruments rise. It’s bold, and has a little melody that makes your heart full.

𝒀 = 𝒀𝒖𝒄𝒌 (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Doesn’t like when people leave things messier than they found it. For example, Remus hated sharing a room at Hogwarts because the boys would move things around and leave things on the floor.

Another instance is when guests leave their table messy at restaurants or cafes. He will always put the plates in a stacked, neat pile and clean up any crumbles or rubbish.

𝒁 = 𝒁𝒛𝒛 (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He has terrible nightmares. And they’re usually about things he’s done in his wolf form. He was very scared of falling asleep for a few years.

So at night, he has his potion that helps him fall asleep, and stay asleep for the night. It doesn’t taste that good, but not nearly as bad as polyjuice potion.

#remus lupin #remus lupin fancast #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin headcanons #remus lupin sfw #sfw alphabet #sfw headcanons #harry potter #harry potter headcanons #hogwarts #hogwarts headcanons #the marauders #the marauders headcanons #marauders #marauders headcanon #remus lupin sfw alphabet

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dreamersbcll · 10 months

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So for your one shot of Tara yelling at Sam to talk to her and Sam just ignoring her I’m curious as to what’s going through Sam’s mind at that moment. I just know it’s gotta be devastating for her to keep her composure while Tara’s breaking down.

Ask, and you shall receive.

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“Talk”

Ever since Sam found out who her birth father was, she had a straightforward rule for herself.

Don’t drag Tara into this.

She couldn’t. She refused to. It wasn’t fair.

She could carry this burden on her own. Sam believed that she could. Mostly. Maybe not. But for her baby sister’s sake, she had to do this alone.

She was an architect, drawing out the plans for her escape. Since that night in December, Sam had been pulling away from her sister. She stopped hugging, kissing, and cuddling Tara. Sam didn’t hold her hand to cross the street and certainly didn’t let her baby sister crawl into her bed after she had nightmares. She couldn’t let Tara get any closer to her now. Tara had to learn how to be a big girl and grow up on her own.

It was the most brutal thing Sam had ever done, watching the light and wonder leaving her baby sister’s eyes. It took Tara maybe a month to learn that Sam wouldn’t touch or love her anymore and a whole year to understand that she couldn’t go to Sam anymore for her troubles. She had to figure it out on her own. Sam had thrown Tara out of her room several times for her to get the message. And each time, Sam would bawl silently into her pillows after hearing her little sister’s heart shatter.

But now, three years into this game, Tara seemed to snap. Sam was trying to do her homework, algebraic equations. It was kicking her ass. Just as she was about to call it quits, her sister burst into the room.

“Why don’t you talk to me anymore?”

Don’t look up into those big brown eyes. Don’t acknowledge her. Don’t hear her sweet little voice. If Sam looks at her, she will break. Tara can’t see her break. Her baby sister needs to learn to be strong. She has to be. She has to survive Sam leaving her.

“Say something!”

Look down at the notes. Study them. Memorize each number. Don’t acknowledge her anger. She has to learn how to regulate her own emotions. Sam can’t help her now.

“Say something, something like you love me!” Or that you want to talk to me. That you miss me! Something!”.

She could feel her palms sweating. Her heart was breaking, piece by piece, shattering onto the ground. Sam kept writing, ignoring how her pen shook and how Tara was doing the trembling thing she did before she cried.

“Please, Sammy.”

Sam can’t. She can’t give her baby sister what she wants. Tara needs to do this on her own. Sam can’t help her anymore. She can’t taint her baby sister with her ancestry. Sam silently begged her sister to leave. This was too much. She couldn’t handle breaking Tara’s heart again. She wouldn’t survive it.

“Or don’t say anything. Jesus Christ. I thought you loved me. I guess not,”.

Sam wanted to scream. She wanted to tear apart her body and bleed. She was tearing down her baby sister, letting her drown and flail. She couldn’t even throw Tara a life vest. She had to let Tara go. She had to let her go. Let. Go.

A slamming door spooked Sam, making her drop her papers. She could hear her sister crying, loud, wracking sobs. The kind that would send her into an asthma attack.

Sam felt her heart tearing in two, piece by piece.

“I’m sorry, Tara. I can’t love you how you want me to,” Sam whispered, tears flowing down her face.

#scream #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #carpenter sisters #ao3 author #my writing tag #angst bc i said so #im sorry #but i love them <3 #AU: i’ve got blood on my hands

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be0mcore · 2 years

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Hii! Could you write Yeonjun fluff where the reader got in a huge argument with their parents and is deeply affected by it and just needs comfort. Ty♡

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ oh, sweetheart

notes: could it be??? be0mcore uploading two fics in the same month??? have i gone insane??? most likely. hope u enjoy anon! <3

genre: yeonjun x reader, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

tw: mean parents :/

you slowly turned the door knob, entering your shared apartment. the lights were off, signalling that nobody was home, which made you feel infinitely worse. you had just had a dinner with your parents, which ended in a huge argument, as it always did. this time around they were criticising your career choice, throwing insults such as you’re useless, you’ll never amount to anything, and your personal favourite: you’ll always be a disappointment. needless to say, it made you feel like utter shit. and now all you wanted was to cuddle with your boyfriend, but he wasn’t even there.

you kicked off your shoes in frustration and slammed your bag down onto the counter. hot tears started filling your eyes. you were just so exhausted today, and nothing seemed to be working in your favour. to make it worse, your parents’ words were floating around in your head, not leaving you alone. it wasn’t until you reached your room that you finally allowed yourself to cry.

you started sobbing violently, head down into the pillow of your bed, nails digging into the sheets. you had been crying so hard that you hadn’t heard your concerned boyfriend unlock the door. nor had you heard him walk inside, put his bag down, and immediately rush to your side. it wasn’t until you felt a warm hand on your back that you finally looked up.

yeonjun was meant to still be in practice, but after messaging you three times with no reply, he felt like something was wrong. so he immediately rushed home, and boy was he glad he did. seeing you there, sobbing into your pillow, absolutely broke him. he couldn’t even begin to process the amount of emotion he was feeling at once. he wanted to both comfort you and also burn the entire city down to find out who hurt you. he decided that the first was the best option.

so without a word, he pulled you up from your position and scooped you into his arms onto the bed. he repositioned so that your head was on his chest, one of his hands drawing small circles on your waist and the other running through your hair. he allowed you to keep crying, and gave you small kisses on the head for encouragement.

once your sobs had calmed, yeonjun gave a small kiss to your forehead and softly muttered “what’s wrong, baby?”. you looked up at him, tears threatening to spill again. he cups your face with his hand, using his thumb to rub small circles onto your cheek.

“tell me everything.” he says, before planting a kiss onto your forehead. so you do, you tell him absolutely everything. from the dinner, to the insults, to coming home without him, you get everything off your chest. meanwhile, yeonjun starts to plant soft kisses all over your face while you talk. your forehead, your cheek, your nose. he doesn’t leave anything untouched.

the more he hears about how you were treated, the more he wants to absolutely shower you in his love. he wants to show you that you’re perfect, you’re amazing, you’re his biggest inspiration.

“oh, sweetheart,” he whispers once you’ve finished, “you’re absolutely none of those things, you know that? i don’t know why they’ve decided to criticise you like that, but you’re the most lovely, hardworking, ambitious person i know. and if they can’t see that, then that’s their loss.”

you choke up at his words, so yeonjun starts to run his hands through your hair again, giving u more kisses and compliments inbetween such as “lovely”, “brave”, “beautiful”, “gorgeous”

he continues to do so as you fall asleep, and then makes a mental note to curse your parents if he sees them again.

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vneuns · 2 years

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ALWAYS.

🦇 ❛ eddie munson

⍉ content warnings .ᐟ . . . ( vol 2 spoilers you’ve been warned ) death, don’t worry it’s not eddie this time

⍉ cher’s sidebar .ᐟ . . . this is really really shitty forgive me lmao it came to me and i had been two-thirds down by the time i realized how bad it was.. but hopefully there’s a tinsy bit of closure <3

masterlist. come chat. stranger things masterlist

“Y/n. GO!” Eddie yelled as the demobats repeatedly pushed at the door to Eddie’s bedroom trying their hardest to get out.

“No! I’m not leaving you!” You cried tears falling down your cheeks at the thought of leaving him by himself. Sighing in frustration Eddie turns towards you taking your head in his hands placing his forehead up-against yours.

“I love you so fucking much. And I always will, forever and always.” He whispered as the hinges of the door began to break. He leaned forward to give you a slightly passionate kiss on your soft lips. “Now go.”

Just as those words left his mouth the door across the trailer broke releasing the bats. Eddie bolted towards the front door giving you one last look in longing before running out all of the creatures following after.

You stood in shook for a moment your brain running at a mile a minute trying to understand everything that had happened in under the past two minutes.

“Y/n! Come on!” Dustin yelled from above your head beckoning for you to follow after him so you could run to the Creed house his Lucas, Max, and Erica but with one look up at the boy you pushed the mattress out of its place under the gate and ran out the door following after your boyfriend.

When the humid air of the upside down version of Hawkins hit your skin for the second time this night it wasn’t the same.

The first time you walked out ready to save an entire town and now this time you’re only intention this time was saving your boyfriend.

As you got closer you watched as the large bats circled around Eddie as he yelled at all of them fighting them off with his trash can shield.

“Eddie!” You yelled catching the attention of the blood suckers. You waved your arms drawing them towards you. You’d rather it be you than him.

“No!” The curly headed brunette screamed as he watched you fall limp to the ground after multiple hits. Flinging his makeshift shield around the leftover bats he fell to knees behind you, carefully grabbing your head and placing it on his knees as tears fell down his face.

“That was suppose to be me.” He choked watching as your eyes also filled with tears at the idea of him sacrificing himself. “I told you to go and you didn’t listen.” He stroked your cheek with his thumb wiping off the tears as the fell faster.

“When have I ever listened to you.” You chuckled as you weakly brought your hand to his face wiping off his salty tears, the sentiment causing him to cuddle into your hand placing a chaste kiss on the inside of your palm.

“Promise me one thing?” You mumbled Eddie shook his head not wanting to accept fate in this exact moment.

“Promise me you’ll graduate. this is your year. graduate for me. graduate for you. graduate for dustin. graduate for chrissy..” You trailed off. “Don’t let our deaths be in vain.”

Eddie let out a sob as he pulled your body towards him, it wasn’t suppose to be you it was suppose to be him. It was always suppose to be him.

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lexa-griffins · 6 months

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I was not ready to read about Lilah and Lexa's complicated relationship 😭 I understand why Lilah thinks and behaves the way she does as she constantly compares her two moms and prefers to spend more time with Jenny since she's cooler and less restrictive than Lexa. How many times has Jenny upset Lilah with another broken promise? How does Lexa comfort her sad daughter? Is there an event where Lilah gets an epiphany that Jenny might not be the best mom? I want all of them to have a happy ending

Both kids, but especially Delilah, have Jenny on a pedestal. She's a journalist who's constantly traveling all over the world, she brings them cool gifts and for the one weekend a month she has them she lets them eat and do whatever they want. I mean, what is a boring primary school teacher next to an international journalist, right? The kids just don't realize the reason Jenny can have that life is because she barely has them with her. They dont realize that the reason they went from seeing Jenny every 2 weeks to once a month was because Jenny requested it and not the other way around. But Lexa also knows how much her kids adore Jenny, and they already have her talking shit about Lexa, so Lexa refuses to talk shit about Jenny back. But that also means Lexa is the bad guy when anything happens and Jenny is the savior who can give the kids everything they want as long as she isn't taking care of their daily needs.

Jenny is constantly promising both kids stuff she doesn't keep. And granted, most of the time it's work related stuff she can't refuse but it is still putting her job and her wants in front of the kids and it does break them heart everytime. Alex is used to it, or at least he pretends he is okay with it but Delilah always takes it so hard. She adores her mom. Because she never lived with Jenny full time except when she was a newborn, being with Jenny is always so exciting, its like having a cool aunt who takes ever everywhere.... because thats almost what Jenny is, an aunt that comes around once a month, hell, even aunt Anya sees them more often!

Lexa always does her best to comfort Delilah particularly, who wil cry and sob and slam her bedroom door when she learns they aren't seeing mom this month. More drawings Delilah did for her are added to the pile for next month and she just misses her you know? She tries, she really does. And luckily Delilah tends to be receptive to that comfort, the cuddles and take out dinner, going bowling or to the movies just to get their heads out of it. But then there are those times where Delilah blames it on Lexa. A part of her always blames Lexa every since Jenny told her she wanted to stay together as a family but Lexa asked for the divorce. For Delilah, Lexa broke their family apart before Delilah even got to be a full part of it. Alex gets it so much better. He was small but he remembers the screaming, he remembers Delilah only a few months old crying while Lexa struggled to deal with her and Alex and get the house in order while keeping up with her job. He remembers the look of sadness on Lexa's face that would disappear for a few minutes when she had both her babies in her arms when everything else seemed to be falling apart.

Luckily, when Delilah has the realization that Jenny was rather neglectful during their childhood, Jenny as turned a page and become more involved. And Clarke is the big reason for that. Because she is the one who screams at Jenny with tears in her eyes that she's hurting these precious kids and that Lexa is constantly picking up the pieces when she says she cant see them again and yet she has the time to fly in and try to tell Lexa that she can't date a woman so much younger than her simply because she she says so and use the kids she barely sees as an excuse.

A bit of a spoiler but Lexa and Clarke adopt a kid of about 12 when Alex is in college and Delilah is ending high school. And I think that's when Delilah fully realizes the shit Jenny put her through. Because while Clarke's income surely helps a lot when it comes to the financial burdens Lexa had, Delilah sees Lexa be the mom she always was to her and Alex and realize how much she ignored Lexa's efforts to elevate Jenny's who where barely efforts at all. And how Clarke is nothing like Jenny, how it becomes clear that her mom was never the problem but her other mom was the one who wasn't set to be a parent and instead blamed her short comings on the parent that tried her best for her kids.

Lilah has a talk with Lexa a bit before she leaves for college and apologizes for all but Lexa tells her she has nothing to apologize for. Lexa should have fought agaisnt Jenny harder and while she's glad Clarke made her see how she was treating her kids and her ex, Lexa feels like she should have been the one to have the guts to tell her all of that. But she was tired of constantly fighting and they were divorced and Lexa was scared that now that they were older and asked with who they wanted to be with they would both choose Jenny. Lexa can handle losing everything, but not her kids. They have a good cry about it and whiwl their relationship was so much better now, it really healed some wounds for before :)

#letter opened #au: milf!lexa #oof thats a long answer 😅

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cloudninetonine · 2 years

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I think we can all agree we need more cringe link content in our lives… so I propose that koridai and courage when they meet up with the chain always hogs the sleeping spots next to player when they’re camping, they even try to sleep with player when they sleep in an inn but time makes sure to put a stop to that by getting them their own rooms

Not that it stops them from sneaking into players room in the middle of the night for cuddles.

I've certainly missed those two bastards, but haven't we all?

Player just lying on their sleeping mat, slowly getting back into the habit of travelling with the boys and getting used to the exhaustion that comes with it. They're on the verge of sleep, so close but so far, eyes fluttering closed as their breaths start to steady, two bodies landing on either side of them as they slowly start to drift off

"Hey!"

Wind's voice brings them back immediately and the disdain on their face from being awoken in obvious, eyes slightly pained from sleep as they look to see him standing above them.

"What, short stack, you got a problem?" One side pipes, the other chuckling lightly from under their breath as the sailor's famous fish face draws upon his mouth.

"Yeah! You've been with them for long enough- move over so I can buddy with them!"

Player's face lightens a little at the thought of him wanting their presence- craving it, it'd been gone for so long and now they were back so it only seemed fair that it'd be shared once again. Only, when the other giggling fool starts to speak does Player realise what's going on.

"Awh, is the little man upset?" Player's glare slowly rolls over to Courage, snorting as if he'd said the funniest thing in the world they turn to look at Koridai when he pipes up again after. "Why don't you wander over to the Old Man? Sure he'd like to cuddle."

Wind's face only blows up in an angered blush as more cackles catch the air, but not for long, not when Player's fists rise in retaliation and come back down with a force, slamming into a place punches should never be thrown upon a man, the two howling in pain, their own hands moving to cover their neither regions while Player smiles up at Wind, opening their arms as the other two roll away with cries of anguish.

"Well if it isn't my favourite fisherman! Get down here!"

Wind's face is bright as he crawls into their arms, laying atop their body comfortably as they engulf him with their blanket, a little cocoon of warmth that has them both quickly drifting off to sleep.

The men around could feel the phantom pains of the others as they continued to sob in distress.

#cloud answers #player au #linked universe #linked universe x reader #lu #linked universe imagine #a player's aid

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aprillikesthings · 23 days

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I ONLY HAVE FOUR EPISODES LEFT oh god oh god I'm full of adrenaline ngl

okay

s5 ep10 return to the fright zone

before we start I just want you to know I posted another short fic, it's explicit, thank you

Also Saer made the pattern for the ears and tail of my Catra cosplay :D :D :D

okay

I'm so weirdly antsy and anxious about this

So this is why, last episode, I had trouble recognizing this as the spot where Glimmer and Catra had fought ages ago. The way Netossa was standing in front of it made it look TINY. With Sea Hawk and Swift Wind standing there right in front of the entrance it's clearer to me.

Netossa is explaining everyone's weakness, and I'm lol'ing because the illustrations in the notebook are so obviously Nate's art style

(I also roll my ankle sometimes, that hurts like A MOTHERFUCKER)

those drawings are so fucking cute help i can't

"whoa whoa whoa, that's like, really personal compared to fire" lolol

yeah this is just for my "accidentally inappropriate screenshots" collection

every possible screenshot I could take of this is perfection AHAHAHAHA

anyway roll intro

Scorpia apparently wreaked havoc on some town and then went back to the Fright Zone.

Perfuma: bc it's her home Catra: that pile of fucking trash isn't anyone's HOME Perfuma: okay but she could probably resist Horde Prime's programming

oof

but also: true

Anyway Catra points out: the chip is the important thing, not WHO is chipped

omg

Catra: "The only reason Adora, y'know....saved me or whatever....is that the chip got damaged first!"

look at how smug she is

Perfuma: "I know all about how you treated Scorpia back in the Horde!" Catra:

yeah that's not nice to think about huh

(I talk about finding Mean!Catra hot but the scenes where she's just viciously cruel to Scorpia are just...not. They're hard to watch.)

Perfuma: "Things are different now! Scorpia knows the kindness of a true friend."

bb has some regrets

(bb has a LOT of regrets)

look at poor Melog ;_;

Bow's dads haven't responded to Bow since they got back, shit. Glimmer offers to teleport them there to check on them.

I can't help thinking of the moment in Nate's fic where Adora runs into the bunk room to get some clothes for Catra and these two are cuddling and are startled, and Adora apparently just smirks at them before leaving the room again lol

Anyway, everyone else is off to see if they can save Scorpia

They use Melog to sneak into the Fright Zone

Man I wish it wasn't a pain in the ass to gif this stuff, because their faces are so good, but:

Adora: "It's weird, isn't it? Being back. So many memories here." Catra: "Most of them bad."

Catra: "Hey, I bet I can still beat you to the forge." Adora: "Uh, yeah, because you always cheat!"

look at them *sobs*

But yeah there's still destroyed stuff all over the place

"before we were taken by Horde Prime." LOL

Perfuma just starts shouting Scorpia's name to everyone else's horror, but electricity starts sparking everywhere before something blows up

and there she is!

Perfuma is still convinced Scorpia won't hurt her...and is v v wrong, and Adora has to tackle her out of the way

oh god

Catra starts apologizing but Scorpia just zaps her and she goes flying

Adora's "Catraaaa!" is very satisfying

She transforms to She-Ra in record time to keep a big chunk of machinery (that Scorpia threw) from crushing her.

Netossa: "Pretty sure she can tell it's us." Perfuma: "Yes, but I mean, it's Catra. Can we really blame her?"

LOLOL

Back at the library, Bow's dads are nowhere to be seen

There's a great line of Bow saying "They can't protect themselves! They're dads!"

PFFT they find a note left specifically for Bow. It has a dad-joke-level pun.

How smart is Melog? Is it like having a cat that can talk? Or is it like, A Person. Because Melog is clearly fine playing the role of Therapy Cat Who Can Also Make Things Invisible. But Catra and Melog are clearly having a conversation where Melog has some things to say!

One of Catra's ears twitches. It's so cute. Help.

OH SHIT (there's water aggressively leaking from nearby pipes)

wait wrong cartoon XD

but I'm glad I was able to find that exact gif because:

yeah

Adora in general is a Golden Retriever Girlfriend but this is so funny

"We don't throw tanks at our friends!" I mean she's got a point, they don't want to actually hurt Scorpia

Spinerella shows up and Netossa runs to chase after her

PFFT LOL

YAY

Anyway the Dads say they found something that might help things. I think I know what. Oh god.

Catra and Mermista get in a fight, and Catra realizes she can't just slash the chip out of Mermista because it's clearly like, putting tendrils/connections into the rest of her body. The moment of hesitation means Mermista gets the upper hand, and Catra barely escapes (riding on Melog!)

She-Ra and Perfuma are still trying to deal with Scorpia, and She-Ra gets banged into a wall and is just Adora again. She looks confused and unhappy about it.

Perfuma: "What happened to She-Ra?"

they end up running into Hordak's little throne room and OH SHIT FUCK

see this is why I made myself stop reading the synopses I forgot

Scorpia ties up Perfuma and Adora's hands with electrical cable things

Adora: well you still can't have She-Ra

Horde Prime: "Not anymore. My little brother's research has given me everything I need to know. The technology of this planet is familiar to me. Ancient, crude, outdated. It will be child's play to bypass its defenses and take the weapon at its heart for myself, with...or without you."

shit

y'know it's been a while since a random line in this show made me think of a song

and...oh no the lyrics kind of work for Catradora, in any case the vibes definitely do, and now I'm hella distracted, FUCK

🎵My hands are tied My body bruised, she got me with Nothing to win and Nothing left to lose And you give yourself away And you give yourself away And you give And you give And you give yourself away With or without you With or without you, oh I can't live With or without you🎶

*resentfully adds it to my spop rewatch spotify playlist*

(it's still a really great song tho, just saying)

OKAY back to Bow's dads

George: "We unearthed an ancient secret, long forgotten. A rebellion from the time of the First Ones, fighting against a powerful tyrant, just like we are. Watch. Eternia."

Anyway they bring up a huge globe kind of map thing?

Lance: "But then we remembered that message on your tracker pad and how it used coded language based on the star formations of the distant past."

George: "Friend of..."

"Mara wasn't alone!"

Hologram: "There is one recording available. Would you like to review?" Lance: "Play it." Serenia: "This is our last transmission. If anyone's hearing this, you need to listen."

AND I'VE HIT THE IMAGE LIMIT I'm surprised it took this long lol lemme reblob

#april rewatches spop #return to the fright zone

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canislupus-exe · 2 years

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Progress | stanley barber

YOU ARE READING PART TWO

fandom | I Am Not Okay With This

character | Stanley Barber

reader | no pronouns used

requested | Anonymous

warnings | body image issues, bulimia

word count | 574

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | HHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII so u know that Stanley b x reader where reader has bulimia. So like a part 2 maybe where the reader is acho ting lunch and wants to throws up but doesn't and when they get home Stan gives them love and cuddles and puts them in his lap and plays with the reader hair and says he proud they didn't throw up. Thannnnnks♥️❤️♥️❤️

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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A few weeks had passed since Stanley confronted you about your bulimia. It was difficult at first to talk to him about it. You were so scared of admitting it to yourself, but once you did, everything rushed out of you like a tidal wave of emotion. You remembered the night you came clean about everything, sobbing violently in his arms as he assured you that it would all be okay. That was also the night he kissed you tenderly and asked to be your boyfriend. Of course, you said yes.

Stanley was always patient with you. Often times he’d hold your hand while you ate, squeezing it occasionally to remind you that he was there. It was a small gesture, but oh so appreciated. Today was one of those days. You were finding it particularly difficult to stomach the food in front of you and he could tell. Every time you took a bite, you had to double your time not taking a bite. Setting your food down and stopping altogether.

“Hey… Are you okay?” He whispered, not wanting to draw attention to your eating as he knew how much you hated that. You swallowed and nodded.

“Y-Yeah I think I’m just… I think I’m just done for the day.” You replied, trying to hide the shame you felt.

“Hey, you did great! You ate the perfect amount, okay?” He reassured you, to which you smiled in response.

“Thanks, Stanley.” You whispered. He kissed your cheek, still squeezing your hand.

“Gross,” Sydney said, stretching out the o in her statement. You looked at her and raised your eyebrows.

“Ever since you guys started dating you’ve made me a massive third wheel. Have some decency.” She said as she threw a fry at you. You laughed and threw the fry back at her, but missed terribly. The playful shift helped distract you from thinking of the food you just ate, and you were thankful for that.

>><<

You were thankful to be able to flop onto Stanley’s bed at the end of the school day. It always seemed so much comfier than yours. Maybe it’s because it was his, but no matter the reason, you were making yourself comfortable regardless.

“I see someone is ready to take a nap,” Stanley said as he entered his room. You looked up and smiled.

“Maybe.” You responded before closing your eyes. You felt the bed shift next to you and arms wrap around your waist. You turned and opened your eyes, your vision filling with the image of his wonderful face. His gentle smile. His sparkling eyes. Everything you loved about him.

“I’m so proud of you.” He whispered. Your face became a considerable shade of red.

“Proud of me?” You asked.

“Yes. You did amazing today with lunch. You’ve been doing amazing for the past few weeks actually. I’m just so incredibly proud of you.” He replied. You felt tears well up in your eyes at his words, but you didn’t want him to see you cry. Not again. You buried your face in his chest and held him tightly, to which he chuckled in response.

“You’re so cute.” He whispered, beginning to play with your hair. You always savored this side of him. The side no one else got to see. The incredibly romantic side that you could never get enough of. You melted into his touch as he massaged your scalp. What a lovely night.

#i am not okay with this imagine #ianowt imagine #i am not okay with this #ianowt #sydney novak #stanley barber #dina #brad lewis #stanley barber imagine #stanley barber x reader #fluff #angst #progress #canislupus.txt

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phantom-does-a-thing · 1 year

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i don’t have any morespecific questions off the top of my head but! are there any fun facts/behind the scenes details about ‘it won't be the same when my favorite person leaves’ or ‘just a bit of rain’ that you would be willing to share 👉👈 bc personally those two have been making me go bonkers lately

OHO! I am always willing to share and I will absolutely find something to tell you bc I love both those fics. "It won't be the same when my favorite person leaves" has been living in my head, I literally woke up the other day and forgot it wasn't actually canon that's how deep it has been engrained in my head. Sorry this is going to get long!!!!!!

So talking about that one first since it's in my head: That fic has been in my mind for MONTHS, ever since I listened to Episode 10 (like before I even finished it) I just really really wanted the idea of them having to stay at a motel or something. I think I did start writing an iteration of it that I completely scrapped.

Originally, I had started writing the fic from RIGHT after the base burned down and right after the battle but it frustrated me SO much that I just... dropped that fic bc personally I hate like doing a ton of scene changes or having characters go places. It's just so... clunky, it always throws off my pacing.

OH WAIT I think one of the inspirations for the motel idea was one of ur drawings as well the one you did of like the three of them plus Ashe cuddling, like I wanted to put them in a situation of one bed + cuddles and that was the situation that presented to me. All that build up for the final scene <3

Quick behind the scene fact, I actually went to the website of my local pharmacy and put a ton of things in the cart online to like buy just to try and see how much money it would cost. It ended up like 170 dollars and I said "no I am not making William pay that much" and dropped the price significantly. Just as a little fun fact of the entire writing process.

This fic also took me a really long time to write, like disregarding all the time it took for me to plan it and think of an idea (I might have gone through 2 or so iterations of it to plan out how I wanted to do it). Like actually WRITING it was a doozy, I don't know how it became 11k words.

This one was also a little more out of pocket for me, it's a LOT more dialogue heavy than most of my other fics which was definitely... interesting. To say the least. I was super worried about the characterization the whole time lol I had to use the excuse of "this is a high stress situation they are not thinking straight" to make it so I wouldn't go insane from nitpicking everything. I want to try and get bettter with writing dialogue so this was a step in that direction but it was sooo hard.

Ok now for the little details:

William had called Vyncent at least once more prior to the call that I actually wrote

Listen, William was thrown against a car in that fight he has a REALLY bad concussion and should not be left alone

Re: previous point, Dakota ALSO shouldn't be left alone because he's also super injured so it's a lesser of two evils and definitely a bad situation for Vyncent trying to deal with

I don't know how well it came across, but I was definitely trying to convey a communication barrier between Vyncent and William. From Vyncent's POV and like when he was speaking I 1) tried not to refer to the motel by "motel" since Vyncent wouldn't know what that means and 2) Vyncent knows that William has a really bad concussion he just doesn't know how to convey that but he knows Will is really hurt

When Vyncent came to get William he was not trying to hide ANYTHING. No headphones, no shoes, he didn't even tuck his tail in. He is *stressed* his main concern was finding William

Re: previous point, literally any passerby (this is like 2 am idk who would be out) would just 100% think that this like monster creature thing kidnapped a sobbing child in the middle of the night

Vyncent was very close to breaking down, when William grabbed him and like hugged him, he nearly broke as well.

Both William and Vyncent were trying to take the role of responsibility, Vyncent just has no idea what he's doing but he knows he's the least injured

OH I just saw this skimming through the fic but yeah Vyncent was purring as a way to try and comfort William bc that's a way of comfort that he is familiar with

Vyncent did not like the idea of Will going out on his own at all bc he didn't want them to be separated any more. He was already stressed after anything else

I need to emphasize the scene of Will and Vyn coming back to the motel and him noticing that Dakota had been crying that scene is so important to me

Dakota had been in and out of sleep the entire time, he's in so much pain (A lot more than in canon but he is sooooo injured) and can't stay asleep for super long bc of the pain. He kept crying out for someone while Vyncent was gone and no one was there.

another small side note: phantom has never seen a motel irl. He has no idea what a motel looks like. Phantom had to look up images on google. The only impression phantom has of a motel is from supernatural.

All three of them switched outfits btw this detail is also important to me, I mostly do it with Dakota n William but I needed to add Vyncent to it. William was wearing Vyncent's jacket (it was the least damaged, raised least suspicions). Vyncent was wearing Dakota's flannel (needed something at least) and Dakota was wearing William's sweatshirt (comfort).

Ok I think that's good I will tell you some things about the other fic tho.

"Just a bit of rain"

This one was like I really just wanted to emphasize more of that communication/language barrier between Vyncent and the other's. I think that was my main focus behind it. Also I thought it would be interesting to come up with different aspects and I just love the trope of character being afraid of storms.

Vyncent didn't know how to communicate the issue and Tide and the others didn't know how to go about it either. That was my main goal behind the fic. I wanted to convey that panic and frustration because Vyncent was stressed about the others getting hurt mostly.

It's been a hot second since I wrote this so I can't remember much of the process behind it but I can point out some details.

Vyncent went to William in the middle of the night because he trusted William's word so what William said would be safe, Vyncent would believe that

He could sense that there was going to be a storm, he could feel it in his tall bones or whatever idfk. But he knew it was gonna storm and it kept him awake so he needed to get reassurance from someone he knew he could trust.

"William knows what he's talking about" n all that or whatever idk it was the middle of the night.

I think William used to love storms but now... not so much

Vyncent was struggling so hard to wrap his mind around the concept of a storm not being some sort of catastrophic event. I am really obsessed with the miscommunication aspect of this fic I need you to know that. It was so fun to write.

Everyone assumed it was the noise that was bothering Vyncent bc of his sensitive hearing and all that so they also had a hard time wrapping their head around what could be wrong.

Every confrontation that they had, Vyncent was pretty quick to get defensive because it was a really "animal backed into a corner" type situation and he was getting stressed and frustrated

Tide being the first one to understand what the issue is when Vyncent starts going on about how dangerous it will be. That is very important to me.

The entire "walk me through your thought process" or "I need you to explain what your thinking" is something that I think they use a lot around the base bc they all have different needs or feelings and it's hard to get around those types of things. So often its just "tell me your thoughts from start to finish" so they can troubleshoot the issue.

its like rubber ducky decoding.

The one of the first points I mentioned when Vyncent went into the storm I think was the rain smelling nice and that was the biggest reassurance to Vyn bc like he's used to rain smelling like AWFUL but it didn't smell bad to him. The smell is very important to him.

He deserves to be able to stomp in some puddles I think, splash around n all that.

I don't really know what else to point out for that fic, I was kind of just emphasizing things with no meaning but those things I really like about the fic. That one was just super fun to write I think. It definitely deviated more from what I usually write or what I'm used to doing since there a few more nuances to it I think.

Anyway yeah yippee thanks for letting me ramble for a bit, if there's any other questions you have I would loveee to answer them.

#seraphex tag #rambling #phever dreams with phantom #liveblogs writing #jrwi #phantom posting #asks #mutuals #tee hee thank you :D #those fics were both really fun to write #dialogue is not my strong suit but I def tried my hardest

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invisibleraven · 2 years

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I wish you would write a fic where rising star Julie Molina is the opening act for pop-punk sensation Sunset Curve, but she's not prepared for the sheer amount of charisma she shares with their bassist and their lead singer on-stage (or off).

How much of it's genuine? Are those two together? Can she get through this without totally wrecking the tour?

The crowd roared as Julie took her bow, waving at the legions of fans, a radiant smile on her face. Sure, most of them weren't here for her, but they had seemed to adore her songs, screaming her name, and it made Julie feel the rush of wanting to do it all over again.

But right now she needed to get off the stage as the real headliners were waiting in the wings. With one more wave, Julie dashed off, right into the waiting arms of Sunset Curve.

"Julie!" Reggie called out, bouncing up and down with her. "You killed it! I knew you would!"

Alex gave her a grin, and a thumbs up, but he was mostly preoccupied with his boyfriend/tour roadie Willie whispering encouragement in his ear.

Luke was there, rubbing the back of his head, biting his bottom lip. "Amazing job boss, can't believe this was your first time in front of a crowd like that, they were eating it up. You're a star Julie." He then joined the hug with Reggie, the two of them embracing her tightly.

And all Julie could do was blush. Here she was, surrounded by two gorgeous guys who liked to cuddle and flirt, and she was not immune to them. But of course, she couldn't act on it, they worked together, had a whole summer tour to get through. Plus the simmering chemistry she observed between the two of them when they shared a mic... it made her doubt their every compliment and wink thrown her way.

So Julie pushes down how much she likes Luke, how much she likes Reggie. Berates herself for crushing on two guys at the same time. Guys she considers friends, whom she is certain have no real interest in her. They flirt with everyone, playing it up for good PR with her. There's no way that she can have them both, or even one of them. Not if the way they look at each other when the other isn't looking is to be believed.

Instead Julie concentrates on the tour. Doing little vlogs in each new town, many of which the guys crash, filling the comments with little hearts and musings as to which member she is secretly dating. Alex almost screeches at that, dutifully pulling Willie onto the next vlog, loudly and proudly declaring they were dating, thank you very much.

Then the comments get even more voracious as she and Luke give a sneak peek of the song they'd written together. Another video showing her and Reggie doing a silly country duet. The three of them passed out asleep on the tour bus couch after a raging show. Speculation flies, and Julie just... declines to comment, knowing it will all blow over come the end of the tour. That's when she's sure that it will all come out that the boys are just playing up their behaviour to draw in ticket sales. After this summer, she doubts Sunset Curve will have anything to do with her other than the odd twitter shout out or Instagram callback.

Yet she can't stop from feeling warm all over when Reggie shoots her his crooked grin while regaling her with stories from their childhoods. Can't help but twirl her hair around her fingers as Luke chimes in, laying his own impish smirk on her. Can't help falling even further when one night, deep in their cups, they share their joined parental trauma, sobbing, collapsing into a heap of a drunken hug, waking up intertwined, hungover, but much more cathartic.

Julie wants to believe it's real so bad. That they all like each other, that they can make it work. But as much as they all flirt, no one makes a move. So Julie pines in despair, and prays for the tour to end so she can hide away until her crushes dissipate.

It's the last show, the crowd is packed in like sardines, despite the enormous stadium. Signs dot the crowd, and Julie counts a fair few with her name. The label has already approached her about a second album, and apparently have gotten a request from Sunset Curve's manager for her to guest on a song with them for their fifth.

"You really want me to do a song with you?" she asks the guys before she goes on.

"We'd do a whole album with you if we could Jules," Luke assures her. "You're a wrecking ball of talent."

"Voice like an angel," Reggie interjects. "We're gonna miss you after the tour is over."

"Well we can always see each other after tonight. Provided you two aren't busy making up for all the date you missed out on during the tour," Julie says, clearly fishing.

The boys look at her, confused. Luke is the first to speak up. "Um, Julie, you know me and Reggie aren't together right? I mean, not for lack of trying on my part."

"Dude, singing in my face is not asking me out!" Reggie protests. "And I totally thought you had a thing for Julie!"

Luke blushes at that. "I mean, I do. But I also have a thing for you Reg, and I didn't want to screw things up while we were on tour."

"Well, I like you both too!" Julie interrupts. "So maybe this doesn't have to be that complicated?"

"You mean.. all three of us together?" Reggie asks. Julie bites her lip and nods. The boys grin, rushing in to grab her into a hug, laughing and grinning so much their faces hurt. But they only have a short window to really celebrate, as soon Julie is being dragged from their arms and catapulted onto the stage. She gives it her all, though she's sure when she does her big love ballad, her gaze keeps drifting to the wings were her brand new partners are waiting.

And if they share their first kiss during her wrap up vlog that night, well Julies doesn't really mind. But she certainly looks forward to the amount of confusion and squee in the comments.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rukebox #peterpatterlina #julie and the phantoms

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1-800-iluvhockey · 2 years

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In a sad vibe rn imagine Luke and you just turning to him like I think we should break up and suddenly he’s not yappping and happy but he’s like what why what did I do and ur like it’s not you Luke it’s the hate and he’s like well fuck them who cares what they think and ur like I care Luke cuz they are right you deserve better literally sobbing at this sad thought 😭🤚🏻

oh sorry I didn’t see this last night!!

but OMG STOP this hurt just to like think about.

you walked into luke’s dorm after he told you duker was gone for a few hours. meaning uninterrupted cuddle time, and you knew that you had to tell him. ever since you two went Instagram official after dating for 5 months, everything had gone downhill…. for you, not him. the hate comments and death glares you got on and off social media was just hurting you, but you couldn’t tell luke about them. you loved him and you wanted his career to be stress free (as much as you could control that.) he was talking on the phone when you walked in. you could tell he was talking to his brother, jack; just by the way he was laughing and almost yelling at the phone. “AND THEN BOOM—“ he said loudly as you got into his line of sight. he smiles at you and says “I’m going to have to call you tomorrow Rowdie, my girls here— yeah— okay byeeee.”

“hey babyyyyyy.” he said drawing out the y’s to make it more whiny. he was so happy to see you, to talk to you after his long ass day.

walking over to him where he was on his bed. he extends his arms out into a hug me motion. “hi lu.” you whispered as you sat down on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. he puts his arms around your waist, holding you into a hug. he could sense something was wrong.

“are you okay y/n/n? something’s up.” luke asks you, and you sigh at his words, sitting up and try to do the one thing that you didn’t want to do.

“I—I think we should break up, luke.” you tell him and his face drops. he shifts you so he faces you completely, holding your hands in his. you look down and he brings you face up to his to make eye contact with you, the tears start to fall.

“what? babe, what did I do wrong? please..” he asks you almost pleadingly as his voice starts to crack. he was so in love with you and it hurt him to hear those words come out of your mouth.

“luke it’s not your fault— it’s mine. I just—“ you tried to tell him as he almost got annoyed at your words.

“please, don’t pull the same bs with me. just tell me what I did wrong.” he said seriously as he kept looking at you. hands start to shake and you pull out your phone. his face drops again. you start to show the hate comments, the dms, the threats you’ve gotten just by being with him, and the ones before you two announced that you were dating.

“I just— I love you so much and I don’t want to ruin you or your career by being with you.” you told him as you started to cry a little more.

he looked at your crying state and just wanted to punch the wall. never in all of the months you two have dated, or even known each other that he had seen you cry. like cry cry like this. all he wanted to do was hold you and tell you everything was okay…… but he couldn’t lose you.

“fuck them— I dont care what they think— and neither should you.” he grumbled almost angrily as he tossed your phone gently to the other side of the bed.

“I CARE! and they are right, you deserve so much better—“ you say sniffling as he brings you into a hug.

“no, you deserve much better. I’m sorry that I didn’t see this baby. I should have been there to help you ignore the hate— but I love you and I don’t want to lose you over this….. please.” luke tells you as you two start to cuddle into a mini y/n cry sesh.

“okay, okay. I’m sorry lu, just— be here.” you whisper as he kisses the top of your forehead, calming you down more.

he was the best, even when you were moody or afraid. he just wanted to keep his y/n, and he was so glad that the haters didn’t keep her away.

#abbster answers #thank you anon <33 #abbster’s anons !!#little paragraphs & hc w/ abbster

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