#it was at the bottom of my drafts and i just saw it and uh...

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Pairing : dad!Charles Leclerc x mom!reader

Theme : Fluff

Another short one because this has been in my draft for a while.

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username1 cuteeeeeee 🥹😩

username2 that matching ribbons! ugh so adorable

username3 my dreeam! 🥹🥹🥹🥹

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ynusername Excited for her popcorn 🍿

username1 THAT LITTLE FEET

username2 omg she’s so cuteeeeee

username3 bowl is too big 😭😂😂

username4 that small hand on the bowl 🥹

"1, 2, 3–"

The sweet, lovable voice filled up your kitchen as your little one counted everything you put on her plate. She had just started learning numbers, so everything that she could count, she wouldn’t miss a chance.

"5!"

"No, honey. It’s 4, then 5. There you go. Can you carry it?" You leaned down to slowly place the plate on her little hands. She was always excited for her snack time because you would put all different things together, so she had more choices for her food. This time, you had prepared frozen banana yoghurt bites, small slices of apples, a few small peanut butter bites, and some goldfish crackers.

"No! I carry."

"Okay, careful!" You were going to help her bring the plate to her small table in the living room, but she wanted to do everything on her own now.

"Need dada’s help?" Charles heard the little steps tapping against the floor first before he saw his little girl with a plate full of her snacks. The plate was bigger than her face, and it was a bit of a struggle to carry it but she kept on denying every offer of help.

"No!" She placed it on her table, looked at her dad with the biggest smile and started clapping her hands. "Yay!"

"Yay! What have you got there?"

"This.." She pointed at the frozen banana yoghurt bites and took one in her hand. "Banana!"

"That one?" Charles pointed at the goldfish cracker.

"That is fish!" She took one and munched on it, her cheeks puffing out from trying to chew them thoroughly.

"Can dada get some?”

"Let me think!" She puckered her lips and scanned through her plate to decide which one she was going to give to Charles. "Dada want this?" She took a few goldfish crackers, leaving her with two left. "There. I need more fish! Dada wait!"

"Oh? You want me to wait here? Okay, baby. Can dada eat this?" He showed her the handful of crackers in his hand that she just gave.

"Yes!" She stood up wobbly and ran to the kitchen again, this time with a half-empty plate. There were only two crackers left and one banana bites. "Mommy, more?"

"Did you actually eat all of them? That was quick." Your brows furrowed as you took the pink-coloured plate from her.

"Dada ate too!" She giggled and extended her arms to get her plate back.

"What?" You peeked at your husband laying on the couch with a fistful of crackers, treating it as some sort of popcorn, while his eyes locked on the television. "Charles! Are you being serious? Stop taking her snacks!"

Your voice made him jumped, but he continued chomping on the crackers again. "Honey, she was the one who gave it to me."

“Well, then stop taking it!" You put a few more crackers into a small bowl this time before giving it to her. "Don’t share with daddy. This will be the last one, okay? No more."

"Thank you, mommy!" The sound of her footsteps clomping again as she ran back to her dad "Uh oh, mommy angry." She pulled a face and pointed her little finger at her dad, making him laugh.

"You cheeky girl! Mommy’s angry at me because of you." He pinched her chubby cheek as she munched on the crackers again. "Is it good?”

"Yes! Dada want?" She took one off her plate and handed it to Charles.

"It’s okay, baby. Dada’s full."

The little one frowned and looked down on her plate with her bottom lips jutting out, feeling rejected. The cracker she had in her small palm kept being twiddled in it.

Charles pressed his lips together to control his expression. His little girl had already learned how to give attitude if none of her requests were being obeyed. He would always get in trouble because you would scold him for being too fulfilling with her requests, but how could he say no to that squishy little face?

"Okay, okay. Give me one." She the handed him the one she had fiddling in her palm and squealed when Charles ate it.

"Dada more?" She offered another one and he shook his head again.

"No, thank you, baby."

"Please dada.." She pulled a pleading look with her big, round eyes, making him lose this round as well. She giggled and put the cracker in his mouth when he leaned closer.

You then walked into the living room with your hands crossed, glaring at your husband, who was still chewing on something. "Can you stop taking your daughter’s snack?"

"I’m not, honey! I swear! Right, baby?"

"Dada wants more!" She squealed, making Charles’s mouth wide open.

"Honey, don’t listen to her!"

"Well, she obviously doesn’t know how to lie! Right, baby? Is dada taking your snack?" Your brows were still furrowed as you looked at your husband, who was speechless in his seat.

"She was the one who offered me the crackers!" Charles argued.

“Dada said more!” She shrieked and handed another one of the fish crackers to Charles, making you chew on your lips.

“You know, if you really want it, I can give the whole packet to you. Stop taking it from her.”

“I’m not, honey!”

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[nhlclover]

goodnight n go | quinn hughes

summary: when your best friend begins to act distant you wonder if your harboured feelings have become exposed.

request: yes / no

warnings: angst, cursing

a/n: somewhat based on ‘goodnight n go’ by ariana grande. quinn looks so boyfriend in this gif

word count: 1.7k

It’s been 5 years since you watched your best friend get drafted by Vancouver. It was a dream come true for everyone. You watched from the sidelines as he played at Michigan, setting records for defensemen there, then as he started his professional career.

You’d accepted that you wouldn’t see him during the winter months, and you were okay with it. With you being from out of state, you only really saw Quinn during the summers at the lake house in Michigan.

Over time and the more you and Quinn got older, the more you realized what you once thought was just a schoolyard crush became something more intense.

You decided before the season finished that you were going to finally tell Quinn how you felt. You confided in Jack about your feelings, with the middle Hughes encouraging you to tell his brother how you felt.

However, from the moment he arrived at the lake house, you could tell something was off.

Quinn was quieter than normal. You’d wondered if it was because of the less-than-desirable season the Canucks had. They just barely escaped the bottom ten in the league and had traded away one of their best players. The season had taken a toll on Quinn and you could tell. But you were unsure if that was the whole reason.

Normally he would find solace in you, but you’d barely been able to hold a conversation with Quinn for more than a minute. Nothing seemed to get him to talk to you and you couldn’t figure out why. Part of you wondered if you’d somehow let on about your feelings towards him.

What if Quinn knew you liked him and he didn’t reciprocate the feelings, so he was distancing himself on purpose?

It was driving you nuts not knowing why your best friend wasn’t talking to you. You could barely hold him in a conversation for more than a minute before he would excuse himself, and he would barely acknowledge you in group conversations.

When you tried to ask Quinn if he still wanted to do your annual sunrise swim, something you’d done every year since you were twelve, he told you that he wasn’t really feeling up to it and then locked himself in his room for the next hour.

The entire week was like that. An attempt at conversation on your part was consistently met with a one-word answer and Quinn walking away.

Now you were watching Quinn say goodbye as he was going back to Vancouver early for pre-season.

Quinn hugged his mom and dad, then Jack before turning to you and your family. You watch him shake your father's hand before hugging your mother. He turns to you, seemingly holding his breath.

“I’ll uh… see you around.” He says.

You freeze, caught up in a mixture of confusion, disbelief, anger, and a little bit of embarrassment at the goodbye your best friend gave you.

Quinn picks up his bag, heading out the front door to where Luke is waiting in the car. The eyes of your family and the Hughes were on you. You could only bear to look at Jack, who raised his eyebrows, hinting at you to go after him.

You walk out behind Quinn, watching him walk to Luke’s car waiting in the driveway. “What the fuck?” You scream.

Quinn turns to you, a pained expression on his face. He doesn’t say anything, he just looks at you.

“You come home, it’s my first time seeing you in almost a year after you ghost me for half of it, and then you don’t fucking speak to me the entire time.” You yell. You don’t care if the rest can hear you from inside or if Luke can hear what you’re saying. Every sentiment from the past week is bubbling up inside you now spilling out. “And now you don’t even hug me goodbye? 16 years of friendship and all I get is ‘see you around’?”

Quinn doesn’t offer an immediate reply, instead looking down at his shoes. You storm over, shoving the tall brunette boy by his shoulders. He stumbles backwards, dropping his duffle to the ground. “Y/n.” He says. His tone isn’t angry. It’s soft and almost remorseful.

“Don’t ‘y/n’ me.” You sneer, tears balancing on your bottom lashes. “Talk to me! Say something!”

“I don’t want to do this.” He says, grabbing the bag from the ground. He walks to the car, throwing the bag into the backseat.

“Fine.” You say, defeated. “Walk away. You’re a coward.”

He sighs, looking up at the sky. “Y/n.”

“No fucking go. You clearly don’t want to be friends or whatever the fuck we were so go.” You say, wiping away the tears streaming down your face.

Quinn’s expression changes, his eyebrows furrowing. He opens his mouth to speak, but you cut him off. “No! Just…” Your voice falters. “Go, Quinn. Please.”

He huffs, getting in the passenger seat. You watch Quinn and Luke discuss something quickly before the engine turns on and the car backs out of the driveway.

Your chest heaves with sobs as you run back into the house, past yours and Quinn’s families and up to your childhood bedroom. Walls lined with photos of Quinn and you from when you were in diapers to just last year, sitting by the campfire drinking beers. You let sobs rack your body as memories of your friendship from over the years flood your mind.

A soft knock on the door pauses your cries. The door clicks open and Jack's head pokes in. “Y/n?” He says softly.

You stick your head out from under your comforter, giving Jack a view of your red and puffy eyes, with tear-stained cheeks. He slipped in and shut the door behind him, lying down next to you.

“I’m sorry.” He says. You roll over, curling into his side.

“I just don’t understand.” You say.

“I don’t either, honestly,” Jack says.

“Does he not talk to you?” You asked.

Jack sighs. “It’s Quinn, remember? He doesn’t tell us much.”

Jack looks over at your face before laughing lightly. He grabs a tissue from the box on your side table, handing it to you. “You’ve got mascara and snot all over your face.” He says.

You give his shoulder a light shove, taking the tissue and wiping it around your eyes. Jack gets up from beside you, looking out the window that overlooks the front yard. You toss the tissue in the wastebasket, looking at Jack, who’s got a grin on his face.

“What are you looking at?” You ask him.

“Go downstairs.” He says, closing your curtains.

“What?”

“Go downstairs! Quickly!”

Jack yanks the blankets off you, pulling you up. You look back at Jack as you hear the sound of the front door opening and then clicking shut. He simply grins, shoving you towards the staircase. You walk down the stairs and to the front entrance, where you see Luke taking off his shoes.

“Luke?” You ask. It hasn’t been more than 15 minutes since he and Quinn had gone to the airport, even though the airport’s almost half an hour away.

“He’s outside, please don’t put me in this again.” He says, walking to the living room.

You walk outside seeing Quinn, standing on the walkway. His bag is by his feet, a nervous air surrounding him. “Why are you here?” You ask.

“I couldn’t go.” He says. His eyes are pained but there’s a small smile on his face.

“What?” You asked.

Quinn steps forward, his wide stride stopping him right before you. “I fucked up. Big time, believe me, I know.” He says. “I was so scared to tell you how I felt in fear of ruining this…us. I mean we’re Quinn and y/n. We’re supposed to be best friends till the end, right?”

Quinn’s words confuse you, not understanding where his sudden change of attitude came from or what point he was trying to make.

“What are you saying, Quinn?” You ask.

“I think I’m in love with you.” He says.

Your heart pounds against your rib cage, heat rising to your cheeks. The words you’ve been wanting to hear from your best friend's mouth for years.

“And I don’t even know if you feel the same, but I can’t leave knowing you didn’t know,” Quinn says. “I love you, y/n, and I have for years.”

Your instincts drive you and suddenly your hands are on his face, your lips pressed together. It takes a second for Quinn to recognize what is happening but when he does, his hands are on your sides. His stubble scratches your chin slightly, but you don’t mind. He pulls you into him, deepening the kiss.

You pull back suddenly, stepping out of Quinn’s grasp. “Wait.” You say. “I don’t understand, you have been a dick to me this entire week. Why?”

“I was scared, y/n.” He says. “I’ve had a crush on you since we were sixteen. I thought I was over you, finally, but when I saw you last summer, I realized I was more in love with you than I’d ever been. I didn’t think you felt the same and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. I was so scared of losing you if you didn’t feel the same, that I just assumed cutting you out of my life was easier.”

“Why would you ever think that was the easiest option?” You ask, throwing your hands up.

“I don’t know! I… I don’t know.” He says, defeated. He hangs his head, looking down at his shoes.

You sigh at Quinn’s mild stupidity. You place a hand under his chin, forcing him to look up at you. His soft eyes are the same as when you were 9 and you had dared Quinn to kiss you, only to run when he tried.

“Not having you in my life is the last thing I ever want to happen. I don’t care if we hate each other's guts. All I need is to have your eyes in my life.” You say.

Quinn scoops you up, holding your body against his. His lips crash into yours, desperate to share your air. Your arms wrap around his neck, your toes just barely touching the ground. You’re tentative and careful, just lightly brushing your lips against his. Quinn leans in further, needing your lips on his.

The living room window being cracked open releases the squeals of your mothers, happy to see the two of you finally realizing what the rest of them realized when you were just kids.

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[ofstoriesandstardust]

but this is getting good now (j.h.s.)

a/n: i have slowly but surely been working on this and I have to say, I'm pretty happy with how it turned out

summary: Almost and assumptions, until there is nothing but proof.

second star to the right (and straight on 'til morning) masterlist

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warnings: insecurities, alcohol but everyone is of age, kissing

word count: 4k

You sigh, crossing your arms as you lean back in your chair.

“Do you really want my honest opinion?”

His eyes are a cautious hopeful as he bites his bottom lip. “…Yes?”

“Jake, this is shit.”

He groans, sliding down in his chair. “I know.”

The two of you sit in silence for a moment as you both look at the paper, contemplating how to not make it shit.

“Hey, do you uh, do you wanna-”

Jake never finishes his sentence as the door to the Center opens, Bradley popping his head in. “Hey, you done?”

You miss the sour look that settles on Jake’s face at the sight of him as your eyes flicker over the clock. “Another half an hour?”

He groans, stumbling into the room. “I’m stealing candy then.”

You shake your head, a smile growing on your face. “Go right ahead.”

“Dude, Seresin, you practically live here.” Bradley says through a mouthful of M&Ms. You roll your eyes at the words, despite the nugget of truth in them. 

Over the course of the last few weeks, Jake had spent more time in the Center than not, bringing multiple drafts of any and every assignment to you. It’d gotten to the point that if any of Jake’s buddies from the football team needed him, they’d come looking for him in the Center before they checked the field. 

“Shut up Bradshaw.” Jake says, eyes trained on his computer. 

Bradley shrugs. “Just saying. Do you want to come over for dinner on Sunday? Mom’s asking about you.”

It takes you a minute to realize Bradley is talking to you and you glance over at him. “Yeah, I guess. Jake, you can not cite Wikipedia.”

He groans again. “It was the only thing I could find!”

“This is our mid-term Jake. This is important.” 

-

“Are you really doing homework on a Sunday?” Nick says, coming into the kitchen, arms full of groceries. 

“This thesis isn’t going to finish itself, unfortunately.” You mutter, deleting a sentence on the screen. Bradley picks up one of the articles you have laid out on the Bradshaw’s kitchen island, squinting at the title. 

“What does that even mean?”

“I don’t know.” You groan, dropping your pen to press the heels of your palms into your eyes. “I don’t know and I think Jeff is trying to kill me.”

“You know what would make you feel better?”

“What?”

He lets out a little laugh, trying to contain his teasing grin. “Making out with your new football buddy.”

You narrow your eyes, taking the article out of his hands. “Would you cut that shit out? Jake doesn’t like me like that. I’m just his tutor.”

Bradley scoffs. “Yeah, sure, okay.”

“I’m being serious!”

“So am I!” Bradley protests. “Seresin has like… the fattest crush on you.”

“Shut up, Bradshaw.” You mutter, turning your eyes back to the computer. 

Tom lets out a throaty laugh, prompting you to raise your head to catch Pete’s pained look.

“Something you’d like to share with the class, Pete?” Carole teases.

He gives a jerky shake of his head. “Nope. Nothing. I know nothing.”

The adults let out a round of laughter as Bradley pulls out the chair next to you, collecting some of your articles. 

“I saw your Mom at the store with Dad.”

You pause, the cursor on the screen blinking back at you. His words are soft, unable to be heard by the adults who have since moved on in the conversation.

“Apparently, she’s got a boyfriend.” He mutters.

“Good for her.” 

“When’s the last time you talked to her?”

You give a shrug of your shoulders. “Don’t remember honestly.”

He sighs. “Maybe it’s for the best. She didn’t have anything nice to say.”

“She never does.”

-

Jake sighs three separate times before Javy shuts the lid of his laptop, a bit aggressively. 

“Alright, I’ll bite. What is up?” 

“I fucking hate that guy.” Jake says with a shake of his head, looking back down at his statistics notebook. 

“Who?” 

“Stupid curly hair. Stupid charming smile. Stupid baseball player.” 

“Who, Jacob? Who?” 

“You know Bradley Bradshaw?” 

Javy raises his eyebrow, unimpressed. “‘Course I know Brad, he’s one of Nat’s best friends.” 

“Yeah, well he’s a fucking asshole and I hate him.” 

“What the hell did he ever do to you?” 

Jake can’t bring himself to say anything, scribbling angrily in the margins of his notebook. Unfortunately, his best friend knows him too well. 

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with your pretty tutor you seem to be spending a lot of time with lately… would it?” 

He can hear the smirk in Javy’s voice, even without looking at the boy. 

“Fuck off, Machado.” He says with a groan, leaning back in the booth as he crosses his arms. He waits a beat, Javy looking at him expectantly before crumbling. “Can you blame me Javy? He fucking picks her up after all her shifts, has Sunday dinners with her… I fucking hate him for getting her before I even had a chance.” 

“They’re not… they’re not dating, you know that right?”

Jake snorts. “Save my pride Javy.” 

“No, no I’m serious, they aren’t.” He says with a shake of his head. “She lives next door to Bradley. Nat said they went to high school together and grew up across the street from him or something. That’s why she goes over there sometimes.” 

“Huh.” 

He’s incapable of saying anything else, mentally reviewing all the interactions he’s seen you have with Bradshaw. They’d never been more than platonic, but he would admit that Bradshaw already pissed him off enough as it was and his jealosuy flared whenever you were around him. 

“You should just ask her out on a date man, you clearly have a thing for her.” Javy says, shaking his head as he types out numbers into his calculator. 

“I can’t do that.” He says with such certainty Javy has to pause and take a deep breath through his nose. 

“And why not?” 

“Because there’s no way in hell she’d say yes.” 

Javy lets out a chuckle, looking up at him. “You’ve never had any problems before now.” 

“This is different.” Jake hisses. “She’s really kind, and sweet, and smart, and I- she’s so far out of my league.” 

Javy rolls his eyes. “Suit yourself Seresin. But don’t come moaning and moping to me about it. You dug this hole for yourself..” The words carry no real weight, both knopwing Javy would always listen. “What did you get for number 8?” 

-

“Thought you’d be on a beach somewhere.”

You look up, catching sight of Jake. “Hey.”

“What’re you doing in the library over fall break? Shouldn’t you be somewhere tropical with your phone turned off?”

“I have Pete’s paper I have to finish. He gave me an extension and I’m pushing my extension deadline as it stands.”

Jake raised an eyebrow. “You aren’t done?”

You shake your head. “Almost though. I just have to proofread it and then submit it. Why are you here?”

“Have to return a book I used for our mid-term. Plus, I was already here for an extra weight lifting session, so thought I’d come by.”

It’s the first time you take a minute to recognize what Jake is wearing. He’s a bit sweaty, muscle tank damp. 

Even then, you can help but eye the way his biceps look, imagining the way he must’ve looked while- 

No.

You shake your head, clearing the thought as you meet his eye again. 

“Well, it was good to see you Jake.” You say with a quick smile, looking back to your computer. 

It was beyond inappropriate to think of someone you tutored like that. Absolutely not. 

“Hey, uh…”

You look back up to him, watching him fiddle with his gym bag. 

“Do you have any plans for the rest of break?”

You shake your head. “No. I’m technically not working but if there’s something you need me to look at, I’m ha-”

“No!” Jake protests quickly. “No, no, no. No, I was going to uh- ask if you wanted to do something.”

You blink at him. “Yeah, sure I guess I’m free. What do you have in mind?” 

He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “I, uh, well I kinda need a pumpkin for this carving thing the team is doing. Would you, uh, want to come with me?”

“You… you want me to go to a pumpkin patch with you?” 

“Yeah.”

“I mean… yeah okay.” You say a little dumbfounded.

You weren’t a fool, you knew Jake was attractive. You’d be blind not see it. 

But you knew that you weren’t the girl Jake would be with. You knew it in the raised eyebrows in silent question his teams mates gave him when he said hi to you in the dining hall, knew it in the smirks girls in your History class would give you when Jake started sitting with you. 

You might be Jake’s tutor, and dare you even say friend, but you knew one thing to be true. 

You’d never be Jake’s girl. 

The smile Jake offers you, though, is worth a weeks worth of dirty looks and snide sneers. 

“Great! How does tonight sound? I found a patch about 45 minutes away, has some cute fall stuff we could do if you wanted? I’ll drive.”

“I- yeah.”

You wanted to cringe at the sound of spending hours alone in a pumpkin patch, doing fall activities that you always thought you’d do on a date with someone. 

It hurts in the worst way, feeling like you’re watching a life you could’ve had, had you been someone else.

“See you at 6 then, kid.”

-

You shut the door of Jake’s truck behind you as you both step out on to the farm about half an hour outside of San Diego. The evening air is much cooler than it is in the city, offering a bit of a bite as you wrap your coat around you tighter. 

“Where’d you find this place Jake?” You ask as you take in the cozy environment, the corn maze not too far away, the the apple bobbing and hay rides that are consumed by giggling children. 

“Bradshaw’s Mom told me about it. Apparently, they’ve been coming out here since he was a kid.” 

You nod as Jake rounds the truck, stopping next to you. You’re sure Carole has shown you pictures of baby Bradley, rosy cheesks as Nick stands there, both with grins so wide. 

The pictures had made your heart ache in the way hearing Carole or Nick talk about Bradley’s childhood always had. 

There was so much love and laughter you’d missed out on, so much you never got to have, something you longed for.

Relationships you knew you’d never have with your own parents.

Jake clearing his throat breaks you from your musing, bringing you back to the present. 

“So, what should we do first?” 

-

“I don’t think your pumpkin is big enough.” You say, a giggle laced through your words as the two of you walk (well, really, Jake is more waddling) to sit down. He heaves a sigh as she sets the rather large pumpkin on the hay. 

“I want to win.” He says with a sigh, draping hismelf over the hay bales. 

“What do you win?” You ask, sitting down next to him. 

He opens his eyes, but doesn’t say anything, just watches you. 

“Jake?” He hums, not tearing his eyes away from you. “What do you get if you win?” 

He shrugs. “Nothing too crazy, I hope. Reuben is organizing the whole thing which just makes me more concerned for the losers.” 

“Well, what would you want as a prize?” 

He swallows, eyes gleaming. “Well, I could think of a few things.” 

You raise an eyebrow, feeling your cheeks go warm as you realise just how close Jake is to you.

“I-” 

“Seresin!” Someone hollers, causing both you and Jake to turn.

There’s a few boys standing a bit away, all grinning. And then there’s Bob, one of Natasha’s friends you’ve gotten to know through Bradley. 

Bob serves as an athletic manager for the football team, maybe against his better judgement, given the exasperated look in his eyes as the boys make their way over to where you’re sat with Jake.  

“What’re you doing here, Seresin?” One of the boys asks. 

“Getting a pumpkin for our carving party?” Another inquires. 

Jake coughs, looking over at his pumpkin. “Yeah. Um Kenny, Chad, this is-” 

“Shit, are you on a date dude?” Chad asks, eyes growing wide. 

“No-” Jake amends, a bit too quickly, but Chad keeps talking. 

“Sorry, sorry didn’t mean to interrupt. Don’t let us stop you from letting you hit it-” 

Bob cringes as you close your eyes, cheeks aflame in embarrassment. “Actually, we were jst leaving.” You say abruptly, standing up from the hay. “I’ll meet you back at the truck, okay?”��

“Wait-” Jake protests as Kenny offers up a botched apology, chuckling his way through the statement. 

You reach up, rubbing at your face to make the tingly feeling go away as you blink back hot tears. 

You knew this would happen.

-

You adjust your dress nervously as you ring the doorbell, pack of White Claws in your hand. 

You didn’t even like White Claws but what is one expected to show up to a party with? Nothing?

You aren’t sure if the noise of the doorbell has been heard over the music that’s so loud you can feel it through the porch and are about to ring it again (or maybe give up and hide in your car) when the door opens. 

It’s Jake. 

He gives you a blinding smile, ushering you in the house. “You came!” He shouts over the noise.

You nod, eyes flitting over his costume as your hands become sweaty. “Yeah, I- I uh brought this. Wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to show up empty handed.” 

He smiles again, taking the box from you. “Nice. Nice costume, by the way.” He winks, disappearing into the crowd as you stand there like a deer in headlights. 

There’s a warmth spreading through your cheeks that has nothing to do with the seltzer you’d chugged in your car before ringing Jake’s doorbell.

You spot your friend Maria in a corner, refilling her drink and you begin to push your way through the crowd, each dressed up in a different costume, each wearing less clothes than the last. 

You feel more overdressed than you have in your life and that’s saying something considering how short this dress really is. 

You tug on her arm, catching her attention as she smiles. “Hey-”

“Give me this.” You say, taking the drink out of her hand. “I need to get drunk.”

“What-”

“Jake dressed up as Peter Pan. Maria, what the hell is in this? It smells like gasoline.” You say as you shove the drink back in her hand. She peers in it, blinking like she’s not really sure what was in it either. 

“You wouldn’t have liked it anyways.” She says, before a ghost of a smile appears on her face. “So you and Jake, huh?” 

“Shut up.” You mumble, cheeks going red. “I didn’t mean to. Wendy Darling was what I threw together at the last minute.” 

Jake had texted you at 3:08pm, asking if you were doing anything tonight. 

And you had said no, like a smitten dumbass. 

So here you were, against the protest of your judgement and pile of homework, in a skimpy dress in half-assed attempt at Wendy Darling, in the hopes that Jake might notice you. 

A pipe dream, really. Especially given the fact you and Jake hadn't really talked since that night at the pumpkin patch over fall break. 

“Maria!” You hear Bradley’s voice over the music and you turn just in time to see Bradley squeeze his way through the group of people. “You said you were gonna come play beer pong twenty minutes ago.” She nods, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. 

“I know, I know. Got distracted talking to this one.” She points to you and Bradley blinks, looking down at you. It looks like this is the first time he’s realised you’re there, which given how inebriated the boy seems to be, might actually be true.

“Let’s go play!” He shouts with a nod of his head towards the backyard, and with that him and Maria are gone. You glance around, biting your lip as nerves begin to grow in your stomach. There’s no sign of Jake, or really anyone else you might know.

You feel yourself back up further and further into the corner, biting on your fingernails as your eyes flit nervously through the room, wondering what you should do. 

Just as you’re wondering if you should leave (and drive away and never come back) a warm hand lands on your shoulder. You jump in surprise, looking up to see Jake towering over you. 

“Hey, what’re you doing over here all alone?” 

You shrug. 

“Well, why don’t you come play some beer pong with me out in the back?” 

You give another shrug. “I’ve never played, I doubt I’d be any good.” 

He gives you a grin, leaning closer to you. “Well, then you’ll be my good luck charm.”

The sounds of Monster Mash follow you out to the backyard as Jake begins to explain the rules of beer pong to you. 

“-and I know you don’t drink a whole ton, so I’ll drink if you’ll throw?” 

You startle at Jake’s words. “How did you-”

“Bradshaw!” Jake shouts, clapping the brunette on the shoulders, startling him and botching his throw. 

“2 v 2 after this?” 

Bradley’s eyes flicker over to you, a grin growing on his face. “On one condition.”

Jake quirks an eyebrow. “Yeah?” 

“Loser has to kiss their partner.” 

Your eyes grow wide at Bradley’s words, wanting to reach around Jake and throttle him. 

Jake titls his head as Reuben sets up the table again. “You’re on.” 

You splutter as Jake tugs you to the other side, a crowd starting to gather around the table. “Jake, the only pong I’ve ever played is of the iMessage kind, I don’t really know how good I’m going to be.” 

Jake shrugs. “Yeah, but Bradshaw and Maria are both hammered. I’m counting on their perception being so fuzzy they can’t land a single shot.” 

Despite your nerves the whole game, Jake ends up being right, with Bradley and Maria only landing three shots the whole game. 

Still, you can’t help the way your stomach flutters in disappointment at the fact that you don’t get to kiss Jake, although you’d never want it to be under these circumstances, where he has to kiss you because of a bet. 

Bradley shakes his head ruefully at you before, leaning over pressing a kiss quick peck to Maria’s cheek. 

Jake teasingly chastises Bradley that that wasn’t part of their deal as Javy takes your place in the pairing, Natasha replacing Maria. 

You get through another round, Mickey taking over Jake’s spot next before you’ve decided enough is enough, and it really had nothing at all to do with Chad’s appearance in the backyard.

“I think I’m gonna go.” 

Jake’s head shoots over to you as you lean over, getting closer to his ear so he can hear you over the music. 

“Yeah?” He asks. 

You nod. “Yeah, I’ve still got homework I need to finish. Thanks for inviting me though.” 

He smiles at you softly. “‘Course, I’m glad you came, I know this isn’t exactly your scene.” 

“That’s what she said.” Javy coughs into his fist as he walks past. 

Jake rolls his eyes. “Ignore him, he’s an idiot. Text me when you get home, okay?” 

You nod, ignoring the warmth spreading through you at his words. 

-

(1:13am- Did you make it home okay? I never heard from you.

Your heart jumps up into your throat as you peer at the text, unable to stop the smile that’s spreading across your face. 

Yeah, I did. Thanks for checking 

The bubble pops up a few times before a new text appears. 

Good to hear. 

Get some sleep. 

Goodnight.)

- You squint at the brunette over the top of your laptop, trying to process the words that just came out of his mouth. 

“I am not asking Jake out.” 

He groan, slumping down on the table in front of you. “Why not?” He whines, causing you to wrinkle your nose. 

“Becuase? It’s Jake? He’s a super popular football player who’s not going to be interested in dating his tutor? Get off this, please. You’re starting to piss me off.” 

Bradley studies you for a minute before he heaves a sigh. “Fine.” There’s quiet for a minutes as you turn back to your reading before Bradley speaks again. “Are you going to your Mom’s for Thanksgiving?” 

You shake your head. “No, she’s driving up north to go see my Grandma with my brother and my sister is spending the holiday at my Dad’s.” 

“So… do you wanna come over?” 

“For Thanksgiving? Sure.” You say with a shrug. 

Bradley smiles. “Wonderful, I’ll text Mom and tell her right now.” He says, fishing his phone out of his pocket. “You know who else is coming to Thanksgiving?” 

“I’d drop it if I were you Bradshaw.” 

-

“This is great as always Mrs. Bradshaw.” Natasha says warmly as Jake nudges you. You look up at him from where you’re cutting a piece of apple pie, Nick setting a scoop of ice cream on your plate, Jake nodding his head out to the backyard. 

“Let’s go sit.” You nod, grabbing the plate as Jake leads the two of you to sit outside. 

It’s still warm enough to dip your feet in the pool as the two of you sit near the edge, Jake having to roll up his jeans. 

“I’ll never get over Bradshaw having a pool.” 

You let out a little laugh, pulling the fork from your mouth. “You’re telling me. That was always the status symbol of wealth growing up. What?” You ask, realizing Jake hasn’t started to eat his pumpkin pie but is simply just watching you. 

“You look really nice today.” You feel a blush crawl up your neck as you glance down at your outfit. 

“Thanks.” You say, picking up your plate to eat, unable to meet Jake’s eye. 

It’s quiet between the two of you for a little while, the silence comfortable as you eat your slices of pie. 

“You know, Bradley keeps telling me the funniest thing.” You say as you finish the last of the pie, setting the plate back down on the ground. Carole really did make a killer apple pie, a wonderful combination of apples and cinnamon, the pastry dough always elevating the dessert. 

“What?” 

“He keeps telling me… God, it’s so silly.” You say, shaking your head. “He keeps telling me you have a crush on me.” 

Jake watches you for a second, and you realise telling Jake this may have been a bad idea, before Jake leans over you, pressing his lips to yours. 

It takes a minute for your brain to even realising he’s kissing you, but it’s a minute too long as Jake pulls back, eyes wide. 

“I’m- I’m sorry, I just wanted to know what that was like just once.” 

You don’t even realize what you’re doing until your doing it, leaning over and returning Jake’s kiss. Jake’s hands are already on your waist to steady you as you cup his cheek, getting to savor the way he tastes of pumpkin pie and the bourbon he had earlier. 

Jake cups your cheek as he pulls away, thumb gently rubbing over your cheekbone as he watches you. He’s looking at you in such a way that is making you blush, wanting to duck your head and hide from his gaze. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” He whispers. 

You swallow, already missing the taste of his lips. “Then why are we waiting any longer?”

#jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin fic #top gun: maverick #top gun: maverick fic #second star to the right (and straight on 'til morning)

[verybadatwriting]

Just a Little Stab Wound

Summary: Reader, a vigilante, is injured and goes to Peter for help.

Warnings: injuries, blood loss

Notes: I experimented a little, and wrote this on paper for the first draft. I think I like it.

Gn!reader

Word count: 1,141

He was just trying to study for a chem test when his phone buzzed. At first he ignored it. After two more buzzes, he finally glanced down at the notifications, and saw they were from you. He smiled before reading them.

Need you

Pete

i’m hurt. on way. be ready.

He hurriedly replied,

how hurt?

u there?

Y/n??

When it was clear he wasn’t going to get a fast reply, he went about gathering a whole bunch of first aid stuff.

“Pete?” He heard a tired but authoritative voice. Crap. He’d thought Aunt May was asleep.

“What’re you doing?” She asked, both bemused and amused.

“Science homework?” He said, wishing it had sounded less like a question. Aunt May did not look like she was buying it, but instead of challenging the answer she sighed and reminded him to clean up once he’d finished “Whatever it is you’re really up to.”

Peter nodded itching to go prepare his room. He grabbed a heavy blanket from the bottom bunk and laid it on his floor. He tossed a pillow on top, and made sure that the first aid boxes were close at hand. This next part he always hated. The waiting was excruciating. Never knowing if you were only a moment away, or if you had bled out in some grimey back alley.

You were a vigilante, like he used to be, before he joined the Avengers. You though, you did not have the favor of law enforcement, since some (okay, much) of your activities weren't exactly legal. Peter met you while you were both stopping a robbery. Both of you had a fun time, probably due to the fact that you had the same sense of humor. Just before the cops arrived, you and Peter fled to a nearby rooftop. 

All that said, you and Peter had become friends, and then something more. You’d been to his home before, usually just to hang out, but also if you were injured he’s who you’d head to.

For the most part, Peter was used to it. He appreciated having someone his age who really understood the weight that came with having superpowers. If talking to you came at the price of occasionally patching you up, he’d happily help you out.

Finally, after what felt like hours, but was really only ten or so minutes, you landed on the fire escape and knocked on his window. You smiled when he looked up and let you in. As he got closer, he saw it was more like a pained grimace.

“Oh my God,” Peter whispered, eyes drifting to your abdomen, which was painted red with your blood. You held your hand against it, but the blood still leaked out. 

“Hey Pete,” You said, gasping through the pain before promptly tumbling through the window and into his arms.

Peter gingerly lifted you over to the blanket and set you down. You held pressure on the wound as you lay there, splayed out on the floor. Peter was readying a wad of gauze bandaging when out of the corner of his eye he saw yours start to drift closed.

“Hey!” He said. “You need to keep your eyes open, okay?” He asked. Reluctantly, you complied.

“You’ve got pretty eyes,” You murmured. 

“Thanks,” Peter smiled, not taking his “pretty” eyes off the gash across your body as he continued bandaging.

“Keep talking, love,” He prompted you.

“M’kay,” You hummed. “Just for you, pretty boy.”

At this, Peter’s cheeks flushed and he glanced at you, worry filling his eyes.

“You must be delusional from blood loss.”

“Nuh uh!” You protested as he turned back to work. “I’m just incredibly lucky and got you.”

A few minutes later, Peter had you all patched up. Then he helped you sit up, a rather painful process. Your shirt was filthy so he helped you out of it and upon seeing how much blood and grime covered your skin, he retrieved a basin and rag to gently wash the filth away. After he was done, you put on one of his t-shirts.

“It’s comfy,” you said.

“Looks good on you,” He replied.

After a moment, you looked up at him, truly taking in the worry lacing each and every one of his features.

“Thank you,” you finally, quietly said.

“Of course,” he replied.

“What’d I do to deserve you?” You asked, leaning your forehead onto his shoulder. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close, but he stayed careful not to hurt you. 

“You’re in no shape to even think about going home,” Peter said. “So you might as well spend the night.”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking.”

He gently scooped you up and somehow managed to climb up his bed’s adder. He set you down on your side, facing away from the wall, and tucked you in. He climbed back down, and started cleaning up while you drifted off to sleep. 

You later felt him slip into bed behind you. It was comforting, having his chest against your back. You nestled into his arms and stayed like that the rest of the night.

Peter woke up first. He didn’t dare move a muscle. From how peaceful you looked right now, nobody ever would have guessed that you’d come awfully close to death just a few hours ago. 

He heard his aunt get up and start making breakfast. Her footsteps slowly came down the hall to his room. Hastily, he covered your face with the blanket.

“Hey, Peter,” Aunt May called as she entered the room. “Do you want eggs? I’m making some.” 

“Sure! Thanks!” He said, internally cringing at his voice, which sounded way too cheery. For one wonderful second, Peter thought she was going to leave. Then, her eyebrows shrunk together as she noticed the suspiciously human shaped lump in her nephew’s bed.

“Uh,” she started, “Who’s that?”

“Promise you won’t get mad?” He asked after a moment. She raised an eyebrow in response.

“Uhm, Aunt May,” Peter said, “This is my partner. They’ve got superpowers, like me, and they don’t really want other people to know who they are. Last night they got hurt, like really hurt, and they came to me. Please don’t be mad at them, they didn’t have anywhere else to go.” 

His aunt just stood there, this stressful moment stretching on forever. Finally, someone broke the silence.

“I’s okay, Peter,” you said, pushing the blanket away from your face. “Hi Ms. Parker. I’m Y/n.” Your groggy voice wavered slightly, as if afraid of what she might say. Your face, soft from sleep, made Peter fall in love with you all over again. Seeing the way Peter looked at you, combined with your honesty and desperation, Aunt May seemed to relax.

“Nice to meet you, Y/n,” she said. “Would you care to join us for breakfast?”

#peter parker x reader #spider man x reader #spider-man x reader #vigilante!reader #superpowered!reader #x reader #x spiderman #x peter parker #marvel #avengers #marvel x reader #avengers x reader #gn!reader #spider man x gn!reader #peter parker x gn!reader #peter parker #reader #reader insert #writing #gender neutral reader #x you

[vainvenus]

⌲;꒰ Groovy! ꒱

Pairing :: Johnny Cade x Fem!Reader

Synopsis :: Johnny starts to crush on Dally's new friend who's a little bit different from everyone else.

Includings :: Hippie!reader, mutual pinning, readers love languages is personal touch, wingman!Dally, panicking!Johnny, this is kinda short, fluff

An - I'm just trying to drop/finish my drafts even though i think this fandom is practically dead...send outsiders requests if you'd like though!

"I still don't get all that peace and love crap, it's not gonna solve anything." Dally scoffed as he walked beside the you and you shrugged your shoulders.

"You don't have to understand me. If you think fighting will solve everything I'll let you think that." You shrugged and Dally rolled his eyes slightly before his brows raised a little bit and he waved his hand up at a figure who was a few feet away.

"Johnny! That you, man?" He called out and the black hair boy froze like he was caught doing something illegal until he saw a familiar face and he eased up.

He walked over, looking over to the you. He took quick notice of your wardrobe, upi didn't look like too much like a Soc and you definitely couldn't of been a greaser.

You wore a white shirt that seemed a few sizes to big and bell bottom jeans that had multiple patches of different patterns along them and tan sandals. You had multiple necklaces on and a mute orange bandana.

You smiled softly at him and waved your fingers at him which made him stomach flutter a little bit.

"Aww, so you weren't lyin'! You do have friends~!" Yoi giggled, hitting the boy softly on the shoulder and the brunette rolled his eyes with a small snarl.

"Haha, so funny. Johnny, flower power. Flower power, Johnny."

"Flower power?" Johnny repeated as he shook your hand and you let out a short giggle which made his stomach flutter all over again.

"Not my real name of course, it's a nickname. My real name is [Y/n] but you can call me whatever ya' like."

"Ohh." Johnny nodded along, noticing how you still hadn't let go of his hand. Yours were warm and felt comfort at touch. "I...uh..I like your pants."

You beamed, letting go and shaking your leg a little. "Really? Dally thinks they look like an art project gone wrong."

"Because they do." Dally muttered and you rolled your eyes.

"I think they're far out, you're such a downer Dally! Hah! Downer Dally!" You laughed and Dally had let out a sarcastic chuckle with another eye roll. "Ahah. Almost busted a lung there."

"See? A downer. Johnny-man thought it was funny." You turned back to Johnny, messing with one of the loose patches on your jeans. "I could make ya' a pair- actually they probably wouldn't be your sty-"

"I'd like that!" Johnny piped up before you could shut the idea down and your eyes widened in surprised, you smiled at him. "Really?"

He nodded, smiling growing along with yours. "Groovy! I'll get onto it as fast as I can."

"Groovy?" Johnny repeated, tilting his head a little bit and you nodded. "Groovy, it's kinda like when y'all say tuff. It's just a good thing."

"Oh, groovy." Johnny said and you had giggled, patting his shoulder.

"You make it sound so weird like it's a different language or something. It's kinda cute." Johnny only smiled, trying to ignore the fact that you had called him cute.

Dally looked between the two of you, narrowing his eyes a little bit before a small smirk itched onto the end of his lips.

"Johnny, you wanna tag along with us? We were just about to head and see that new movie that just came out."

"You should, if you don't mind horror movies." You added and Johnny pressed his lips together in a small yet strained smile.

"Naw, I don't mind."

★

"I could have paid for y'all, you know. We didn't have to break in." You sighed and Dally chuckled.

"Now where's the fun in that?" He hummed as they all took their seats, a little bit away from the front.

"What kind of horror movie is it again?" Johnny asked and Dally shrugged his shoulders. He never really came to pay attention to the movies, he came to be a bother to those who were trying to.

"Some sort of slasher. Shouldn't be too frightening if you're scared."

"I'm not scared!" Johnny squeaked and you had giggled, leaning back in the chair.

"It's alright if you are. I wouldn't judge. You can even hold my hand if you want." You offered as the movie had and started. Johnny pursed his lips before he took your hand in his.

"I'm just holding yer' hand in case you get scared." He established and you had nodded, entwining your fingers with his their hands were basically locked together.

He smiled at that as he tried to focus on one thing.

Not looking like a scaredy cat.

But the movie was barley ten minutes in before Johnny had jumped back in his seat from the killer jumping out of nowhere, his scream muffled in the collar of his jean jacket.

He glanced over at you as he felt you squeeze his hand comfortingly. "Sorry.." He mumbled, his sunkissed skin growing warm from embarrassment.

"Don't apologize. You don't have to act all tough for me, Johnny. It's a horror movie for a reason." You reassured with a small smile as you moved closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Next time we can see something a little more relaxing."

"Next time?" He repeated like it was a foreign statement.

You nodded excitedly. "Yeah, next time! Do ya' not wanna see me again or something?"

"No!" Johnny quickly said. "I'd.. I'd love to see a movie with you again."

"Groovy."

#the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #johnny cade #Johnny Case x reader

[writing-yarn-goblin]

I saw a few months ago someone posted a headcannon about Kid being able to hear metal. And I loved it.

So here is a little something inspired on that.

This was a gift I made to @swampstew but it’s just too funny to not share.

~*~

If there was something Captain Kid was good at, it was guessing who makes that noise.

There were days where he could be the first one up and locked himself in his workshop where he propped himself up in his work bench and just plowed in a few hours cutting, grinding or making things that he wanted or got commissioned to do so.

His hobby as of late was making as less noise as he possibly could and just feel/hear the metal in people’s bodies.

A tooth with a crown? sounds like a wet coin to him. Someone is trying to put on an earring? He heard it- loud and clear. Assembling and disassembling a gun? He thought the person was VERY slow at it.

One particular morning, he was just setting up to work on making drafts for a custom gun and that’s when he heard a faint buzz deep within his ship. More like he could hear something vibrating frenetically.

He didn’t anything in the ship that buzzed.

He ignored it and kept to his work.

But there it was an again.

The soft buzzing was now a little more erratic and he got curious.

What could be in the ship that made that noise?

He tucked it away and when he knew Killer was in the kitchen: he went there to demand breakfast from the blonde first-mate.

A few days later the buzzing was on full blast. He heard it cling against other metal parts and the buzzing pattern changed.

From a nice soft buzz to a loud buzz buzz buuuuuuuuzz buzz buzz buuuuuuuuuuzz. He connected one thing with the other and smirked to himself.

“Must be one hell of a morning.” He mumbled, sipping from a mug of coffee as he just relaxed for a moment. The piercings he was hearing were rattling faster than usual and the intermittent buzzing changed to a long aggressive buzz.

“Shit, I gotta know who’s doing that.”

And check he did. He was a walking metal detector and he wanted to know who was buzzing their bean so early in the morning.

A few days of searching down and he found them. He didn’t have to look for too long on his 3rd day quest since the culprit was currently in a room, using said object, early in the morning.

To his surprise- it was the bathroom.

The women’s showers. He was glad that it was 5 in the morning, any other woman would’ve flipped.

Once inside, he tiptoed his giant self. Maneuvering his frame through the dainty shower room and enjoyed how nice it smelled in here.

A few more steps forward and there was the culprit-(Y/N).

She was part of the night crew and he seemed to be catching her in her private time…shaving with an electric shaver.

When she turned around, she wanted to scream.

There she saw her Captain, Eustass Kid, looking at the wall in order to give her privacy.

“C-Captain!?”

“(L/N)…it’s not what you think.”

“I should hope so! You have a minute to get out of the bathroom before I scream for Heat.”

Uh-oh.

If she did that, captain or not, he’d be in one hell of a pickle. Heat didn’t take these invasions of privacy lightly.

“Got it. My Workspace. When you’re done.”

Never had she seen a man as big and intimidating to run and scramble fast out of the bathroom.

It didn’t take long for (Y/N) to appear with her battery powered shaver and reproducing the sounds that Kid had been hearing.

After a few apologies in the style of Eustass Kid, she scampered off to her quarters. Once inside, she sighed to herself and quietly checked her things, just to find a long, silver bullet…that went buzz when you twist the bottom.

She’d have to start being more careful.

Unless her captain wants to give her a helping hand. She won’t say no to that.

For now, let him be gloriously confused.

The end

#one piece #reader insert #x reader #i am unwell #eustasscaptainkid #fem reader #funny #headcannons #kid pirates #eustass kid #short and sweet #drabble

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

@starrjoy

Another Sonic and Tails headcanon thingie: these two have their unique ways of greeting each other whenever they come home, whether they were gone for a day or only 20 minutes. One of them is what Tails tends to use since it’s his absolute favorite one, the infamous koala hug attack.

For this one, in story form!

Word count: ...idk I literally wrote this in my drafts on here so I have no idea other than it went longer than originally intended 🙃 😅

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Sonic clutched the bags tightly in his arms as he felt his shoes skid hard against the ground as he got near the porch of the living quarters of the workshop, nearly losing his balance in the process. A fresh coat of slightly, wet dirt now covered the bottom of his sneakers from heel to toe as he walked up the steps.

He hastily wiped his feet on the mat in front of the door, already picturing the complaints he was going to receive about tracking dirt across the floorboards again if he didn't...again.

It's not like Tails wasn’t guilty of it either, he just got at him because he tends to do it the most. Though it didn’t mean that he himself wasn’t fed up with it.

Managing to open the door with his elbow, he shuffled into the living room and dropped the bags onto the kitchen island, quickly catching some of the cans that spilled out of the bag.

"Geez, I swear that bagger was just stuffing all this stuff in here." He grumbled out loud, stacking the cans in the cabinet and putting the rest of the groceries away in a few seconds.

He brushed off his hands and glanced around the room. "Tails? You here, bud?"

There wasn’t any sound of thudding footsteps coming closer to him, or a voice calling out in response, or just any answer at all. That wasn't much of a surprise since he tended to leave the workshop more and more recently to just take a walk and explore the area.

As long as he wasn’t cooped up in his lab all day, that was good enough for him.

He moved to speak into his wrist comm to check in with Tails when his ears perked and heard some shuffling coming from behind him. Turning around, he was mildly surprised to see that nothing was there.

It mildly surprised him due to the fact barely anything could sneak up on him due to the years of training exercises he carried out, though it didn't explain why he was still hearing the shuffling all around him.

Sonic paused and let out a groan. "Oh boy, I hope it isn't another mouse that snuck inside the lab again. That was another whole week of stress that I won't get back." He mumbled softly to himself, rubbing a hand over his face.

What he did hear next definitely surprised him, considering it had been a while since he's even heard it, a few short giggles broke through the silence causing him to freeze and look around the room confused.

"Uh, Tails?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a quick flash of yellow disappears from view near one of the rafters on the ceiling, with that same shuffling noise following suit before it went silent again.

He didn't acknowledge that he saw the kit being bad at hiding, but he knew full well who it was, and the little tradition that they haven't done in a couple of years.

Sonic smirked to himself. 'Oh wow. We're playing this game again, huh? It's definitely been a while. But if it's what the kid wants to do...'

He played along, placing his hands on his hips, and feigned a worried voice. "Oh dear, I wonder where my little buddy Tails is. I just can't seem to find him anywhere!"

Sonic walked around the room, looking around dramatically under the table, around the couch, and into the kitchen cabinets. He audibly let out a sigh and leaned against the kitchen island, placing the back of his hand on his forehead.

"Tails? Oh, where for art thou Tails? My brother? Mi amigo? My honorary pride and joy. Lost forever to where I can never follow him." He kept his voice light and teasing, grinning when it earned him more giggling.

He moseyed on over directly under the one rafter where he knew Tails was hiding and put his arms up in defeat. "Hmm, he doesn't seem to be in here. I guess I was just imagining hearing him this whole time."

A slight creak was heard above him as he waited and braced himself for the attack. "3, 2, 1...."

"Nooo!….not the...koala hug trap…the cuteness…it’s too much for my body to handle..." He fell to his knees and hunched over, wrapping an arm around Tails and purposely squeezing closer to him in the process.

"Koala attack!" Tails yelled and dropped down, flying right into Sonic and wrapping his arms and legs around his torso.

Both of his tails wagged as he nuzzled his head under Sonic’s chin. The hedgehog lets out a groan from the impact, both to add to the part and to that the kid was a bit heavier than he remembered. He decided to suck it up and take it like a man...er, hedgehog.

"I can feel...all my energy depleting....I think I see a light. Mom, is that you?" Sonic fell over on his side, Tails snickered as he continued to hang onto him. "Goodbye cruel world....I'll miss you."

He finishes by rolling over on his back, closing his eyes, and lolled his head to the side, finalizing his "ultimate death." He stayed silent for a moment before he felt Tails shift around on his chest and felt a finger poking at his cheek. He peeked an eye open and saw him beaming a wide smile at him.

"Hi."

"Well, hi to you too." He poked a finger to Tails' nose, switching to giving a scratch behind the kit's ear. "So, mind explaining why you decided to ambush me like a crazy maniac today?

Tails laid his head back down, deeply enjoying the ear scritches. "Nope."

Sonic chuckled. "OK then." He placed his head down in turn and stared up at the ceiling.

After a few moments, Sonic cleared his throat, making Tails look up at him. "You uh, gonna let me up anytime soon? I gotta get dinner started soon."

Tails shook his head, the playful gleam shining in his eyes. "You know the rule in order to escape the hug trap, Sonic, unless you wanna be stuck here forever you gotta pay the toll."

Sonic gave out a little hum. "Actually, I change my mind, I kinda want to be stuck here. The floor is pretty comfy."

"But what if you need to use the bathroom?"

"I'll just crawl on the floor and take you along with me."

He heard Tails give a snort in amusement. "Yeah sure, you barely go in there to take a shower."

Sonic gave a hard flick to his ear, "Says alot for the guy hugging me in a death grip right now."

"Shut up, I know my limits to your body odor and this is a mere exception. Besides, you still need to pay the release toll."

"Oh right, the toll," Sonic pauses, pretending to be clueless. "Uh, what was it again?"

"You already know what it is."

"Do I now?"

Tails sighed lightly, trying to sound like he was annoyed. "Yes!"

"I do? Huh, I don’t seem to recall what it is-."

"Sooniiiic.."

"OK, Alright. One toll payment coming up." He sat up and wrapped his arms around Tails, resting his cheek on top of his head. The kit in turn squeezed his hug tighter, letting out a laugh as Sonic began to quickly rock their bodies side to side.

"Was that a good payment for ya?"

"Oh yeah, totally worth all those overdue bills you've been ignoring." Tails said lightly.

"Ah, speaking of which, I still have one more from this morning I haven't paid for. Better late than never!" He finishes by pulling him closer and wrapping him in a even tighter hug, a one where Tails could barely move his arms.

"Ow! Okay, you paid your debt! That's too tight!" Sonic released him and watched as Tails held his sides seemingly in pain.

Sonic got up and looked at him, slight panic rushing in upon seeing him. "You good?"

"I think you nearly broke my ribs." Tails croaked out.

"Sorry." He gave him a sheepish smile as he helped him up the floor, giving him quick, side hug, a gentle one this time and ruffling the fur on his head. "You wanna help me get dinner started?"

"Sure," Tails went to stand up, stopping midway and a deep frown suddenly masked his face. "...Sonic?"

Sonic flinched at his sudden change in tone. "Yeah?"

"You didn’t wipe your feet when you came in, didn't you?"

"Oh my gosh-, don't start with that again please." Sonic groaned as Tails began his annoying tangent. "I actually did it this time."

"I can see the tracks of water leading from the grass outside to here! I keep telling you, just wipe your feet at the doormat!"

"I was carrying the groceries in!"

"That's no excuse Sonic! You know how hard it is to mop up these floors!"

Sonic began to back away, holding his hands up. "Well I did, and just for the false accusation you're not getting the dessert I bought tonight."

Tails' eyes widened, his mouth open agape. "What?!? That's not fair!"

"Neither is falsly accusing your brother for a crime he didn’t commit."

"It's not false accusation if the proof is right in front of your dumb-dumb face." Tails deadpanned.

"Annnd, now that's no mint candy of any kind for a week."

"Sonic!"

"Do you want me to make it a full month?" He tried to have his "serious" face on while saying it but the sour look on Tails' face made it rather difficult and cracked up rather quickly. Tails stood there flabbergasted upon seeing him suddenly burst out laughing, a faint blushed warmed up his face once he realized what was going on. Typical Sonic, he should have seen that coming.

"You're the worst, you know that?"

"Love you too bro."

#I just played the scenario out in my head and it brought a smile of my face so much I had to share it #and yes it's KINDA based off that one thing from Steven Universe that Garnet and Steven did that was pretty cute #if you seen the show then you probably know what I'm talking about #but yeah I had to make it wholsome for these two cause they deserve it damn it #wholesome sonic and tails wednesday #wstw #unbreakable bond #they’re brothers your honor #sonic & tails #wsatw headcanons #it sorta is a headcanon so I'll label it as such

[bloody-rocks]

Hello, asked for requests and you shall receive some!

So the Sinclair brothers (or just Vincent) where their s/o is really bad a lying, like all they have to do is just look at them for long or start counting and their s/o panics and tells them the truth

This has been oddly sitting in my drafts for a long time,hope you like it!

Note: I used 'text' to signify Vincent using sing language

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Sinclair Brothers with an s/o thats bad at lying

Bo Sinclair

You probably prepared a suprise for him,could be an anniversary,birthday present or simply a little something for him

Youd probably hide your present,but at the time youd hide it Bo would just appear out of nowhere

"Hey" He spoke catching you offguard,quickly hiding the present while he was just staring at you

"The fuck was that?" Hed say just wondering what the hell you just did

"I was,,,,searching for socks but couldnt like find any pair thats mine s-"

"Honey, I bet there aint any socks in the oven"

Uh oh busted

His next move would be simply going to the oven and checking whatever you hid inside

You tried thinking about distracting him quickly so you just wrapped your arms around him,like a hug but a bit more aggresive

Bo is really confused but just hugs you back

"Is there anythin good in there?"

"I really missed you"

Ok thats it you're acting too suspicious Bo lets go and looks in there

"God,yer bad at lying"

Vincent Sinclair

Very observant, could tell if something is off pretty fast

You probably managed to break a wax figure in the museum accidentaly and were scared SHITLESS from how Vincent would respond

You might freak out and tell Bo and have a laugh thrown to your face before he just goes back to work

Can't tell Vincent,but also you cant really let him go to the museum,,

Probably checked up on him in the basement from minute to minute either asking him is everything is okay,bringing him water,food, showing him stuff you found around the house

Vincent just stared at you noticing your weird behaviour

After your many visits he got irritated knowing you're definitely up to something

Sat you down and just gestured to you to talk

"Mmm something wrong Vinny"

'You tell me'

You couldn't hold it in anymore so with a sigh you told him what happened

'Show me'

He went through the undergrown passage to the museum,you following shortly behind

When you got there you took his hand and showed him the statue scattered on the floor

You expected him to freak out but what you didnt except is for a chuckle to escape from his lips

Lester Sinclair

Imagine your surprised face when you opened the laundry machine and saw a shrinked shirt of Lesters

The other clothes were fine??whats going on

You knew he probably wouldnt get mad but you were still sad that the shirt got ruined

You quickly hid it somewhere and just continue doing chores until Lester got home

You panicked seeing him pull the tiny shirt from a box looking confused at it

"S'this yours?I have one similar but just bigger,we could match :)"

Seeing him just smilling at you just made your heart sink at the bottom of your stomach so you just told him what happened

Both of you were confused as to why ony Lesters shirt shrinked and probably had a deep conversation about it

#I wanna make out with them oh my god #slashers community #slasher x reader #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair

[sam-glade]

Find the Words Tag

Tagged by @dogmomwrites here and @talesofsorrowandofruin here. Thank you both💜

And I'll pass it gently to: @writernopal @morganwriteblr @late-to-the-fandom @acertainmoshke with the words: coin, crane, crack, creak.

I'll be looking through all my draft to find these.

From @dogmomwrites: evident, spectacular, batter, describe, and jump

EVIDENT

The landscape was crisp. Bleak sun hung above the horizon, not quite setting yet. Early March greeted them with another wave of frost, after the winter’s snows had mostly melted. The flat fields, ploughed deep after the last harvest, were dusted white, and the soil was rock-hard. The boundaries of the fields were marked by sad-looking bushes and small plum trees, no green evident on the naked branches.

SPECTACULAR

Lissan snatched his head up when he felt the gateway open in the front yard. He was sitting on the front porch reading, so he had a good view of the opening passage next to the Dragon Tree. It wasn’t spectacular, at least not to him, after he’d witnessed it so many times. A long vertical line appeared in the air like a slit. It grew sideways, to the size of a large door. Through it one could see the Void lit by brightly shimmering specks, as if someone sewed stars onto black velvet.

BATTER

He skirted a large patch of woodland, wondering how far he’d gone already — he didn’t recognise the area at all. Just as the woman had said, he found a sad-looking windmill atop a hill, its blades too battered to be serviceable. He slowed down, waiting for his breath to calm. The cold air invaded his lungs, and his ears hurt from the rush of wind, but the discomforts passed swiftly.

DESCRIBE

“Now, please describe the two people you saw there?” Lissan chewed on his lip. “The woman was thin and she didn’t look very healthy, like her skin was dry and grey, and her hair was thin and wispy. Uh… she was a little shorter than me, but not too short, average height.” He shrugged. “I’ll probably recognise her if I see her again, but I don’t know what else to tell you.” Gullin made a mental note to find someone to draw a portrait from the description. “And the man?” “Tall, tanned, clean-shaven, almost black hair, styled into smooth waves. Fairly good-looking. He had a really nice voice.” Gullin couldn’t help a snort.

JUMP

Lissan was glad to be back in the arena as soon as it stopped spitting. Part of it was indulgence, and he had to acknowledge it — he wanted to show off, and the Swords of Heavy Infantry taunted him and each other to encourage it. He enjoyed their attention and their compliments, but another part of it was giving the others the chance to likewise show off their powers. They had been reluctant at first, faced with a kid unable to describe even his manifestation. It took Gullin jumping down into the arena and throwing his full release at him to convince the other officers that Lissan was pretty hard to kill.

~*~

From @talesofsorrowandofruin (choosing four from the list): teeth, wind, wing, glare.

TEETH

“So, are you going to tell us what brings you to Redguard on this fine evening?” Gullin asked, pushing his empty bowl towards the middle of the table. Ianim kept his eyes stubbornly fixed at the residue on the bottom of his mug. “Orders to deliver a field report to my Colonel in person, so I can receive a reprimand from her right away.” Nikols whistled through his teeth. “That’s a first, ain’t it?”

WIND

Gullin pooled raw energy inside him and let it course through him. It propelled him to move, to act. Wind picked up and a whirlwind cocooned him, strong enough to deflect the smaller pebbles. A dozen of the ones floating nearby converged on him — he heard them zip through the air, his senses honed to the extreme. A gust pushed him further into the fray; the pebbles’ paths crisscrossed harmlessly behind him and they clattered to the ground.

WING

A bird knocked on the office window in the afternoon. The bird’s name was Rime and it was the only black-winged kite in the Winged Ones’ menagerie. It was small, the size of a kestrel. It had white plumage with black eye stripes and wing tips. It was beautiful in its simple appearance. Ianim hated it.

GLARE

“How could you have heard that? You were in the woods, that had to be over eighty paces.” Gullin jerked his thumb towards himself. “I would have heard it easily, Princeling.” Ianim shot him a glare over the old, old nickname. Fair enough, Gullin supposed they had a third wheel at the table. He offered a small, apologetic shrug.

#days of dusk #the truth teller #find the word tag #tag game #writeblr #writeblr tag game

[jadeisbetterrrr]

help i cant stop writing lumity

lumity is all i think about help

its a cold night in the human realm, luz just finished some of her homework as she went downstairs to check on everyone since they were all still awake. "hey guys, what are we doing?" she asked.

"there's this contraption thing that is called legooos?, gus and i have been trying to assemble it but it hurts when you step on it and we don't know where the pieces go." hunter said. "oh well you just put the circles on the block and connect it to the bottom of another block with holes in it." luz answered. "where's amity?" she asked. "she's innnn, actually i don't know." willow responded with. luz raised an eyebrow as it was unusual for amity to not let people know wheres she's at, let alone leave.

luz then saw ghost, now THAT was really unusual, ghost was glued to amity and amity was glued to ghost 24/7. "hey ghost, where's amity?" she asked. ghost then began to walk as luz followed. the cat leaded her to the shack. luz now found herself walking in and seeing amity sitting down with the light on and reading a book. amity looked up and gave luz a small smile "hi luz" she said. "hi ami, what are you doing here? its 9 pm already? luz asked. she slumped down to where amity was. "oh i just wanted to come to the shack and finish reading this book." amity blurted. luz knew amity, and she knew amity doesn't like to be alone.

"you sure?" "mhm" amity replied. luz then grabbed the book and set it down. "wha-" amity said. "amity isabel blight." amity then stiffened and said "luz alexander noceda" they both made eye contact, not breaking it. "what's wrong?" luz asked. "nothing!" amity replied. "i-its nothing" luz then raised her eyebrows as she looked at amity. "its just, i-" amity then sighed and looked at the floor. luz scooted closer and held her hand. "its- um- todays my dads birthday." amity whispered. luzs eyes widened. "oh- ami- im so sorry." she said, hugging the blight. amity hugged her back. "its not your fault my love." luz and amity then stayed in that position. when they stopped amitys eyes gleamed with the moon, when her eyes did this at the right moment, luz would stay mesmerized.

eventually amity caught on when she did this. "my eyes are doing the thing again arent they." she said. "uh huh" was all luz could say. the air became thick, as luz pulled amity in and kissed her. nothing too spicy just a sweet kiss, amity melted and kissed her back. oxygen became a problem so they pulled away. both of their faces were stained red, they lightly chuckled as luz began to stand up. "you wanna go back to the house?" she said, holding her hand out. "yeah." the purple haired girl replied with.

[end]

a/n: this one was sitting in my drafts and i decided to finish it 💗

#lumity #luz #amity #lesbian #bisexual #pride month #the owl house

[nosferaboo]

I want to preface this by saying that I am not a writer. But I’ve written many pieces for my character and this is my recent piece of booze story that I wanted to put down. It’s a very rough draft but I hope you enjoy it.

:During the height of prohibition, Boo’s family owned a speakeasy. Even though they were Spanish immigrants, they were wildly popular. Before they immigrated to United States, they learned to make local spirits from their home. So they offered an assortment of drinks that weren’t available anywhere else. Tucked behind a wall in a basement off of 54th and 9th was Susurros. It was small, cozy, covered in decor from home. Ran by her father, Salvatore Montalvo, and her mother, Evita Montalvo, it kept the family thriving. Boo and her younger Sister, Xiomara, grew up in the bar, helping bus tables, take orders, and learning how to make the drinks from their parents. It was amazing, Boo being the oldest had dreams of taking over the bar when her parents decided to step away. Her and Xiomara would run things and continue to bring in a small fortune. The end of prohibition caused a turbulent end to the bar. It plunged her parents into a depression, her sister married into a family, and she rarely saw her anymore. Being 27 and a woman that had never been married, was unusual for her time. She really felt like she had nothing until one night when she met the kindred that would change it all.

current times while in New York one night she went to drop by the spot where the speakeasy had been to reminisce about her life a lifetime ago, to her surprise a giant neon sign that read, Susurros established 1921 was light up red on the front of the entire bottom level of the building. If she had a heartbeat it would have stopped. Using mask of 1000 faces, she made her way inside. It was dim lit with some red lighting for flair. Definitely more modern than it had been, but behind the bar, a black and white photo of the family hung. She sat at the bar and stared at the photo, recognizing her self, her sister, her mom, her dad, and one of her aunts. A young woman came out from the back and greeted her.

“Hello! What can I get you today? We have a special on shots of anís, family made!” She beamed.

“I’ve been gone from New York for a little while. How long has this bar been open?” She swallowed hard. Looking at the woman, she could definitely see something familiar in her eyes.

“ we’ve been open for about eight months, people were renovating this basement and found the speakeasy behind a wall! It had been sitting dormant for a very long time. Turns out my mother was contacted because her mother used to work at it in the 1930s! There were some family records left behind, Because it was in our family we swooped in and bought it and expanded to a full bar.”

Boo stiffened a little.

“Your mother worked here?”

“No, no, haha. my abuela, Xiomara, back during prohibition. We wanted to try to keep it as authentic as we could. We even have a picture of the original family behind the bar, and a lot of the decorations in here have been refurbished, but they are original.”

The woman smiled looking around, she had to have been fresh 21 may be right over it. The name Xiomara echoed in Boo’s head. It has been years, possibly decades since she heard that name. She felt a little flush and gave a smile.

“ and what is your name?” Boo studied her response and the way her eyebrows raised then furrowed immediately gave Boo chills. Her eyes were the eyes of her sister.

“Uhhh my name is Evita, I go by Eve tho. It’s an old person name hahah it was my great grandmas.” Eve chuckled

Boo was lost in thought, her mind racing.

“I like to invest in small local businesses, I would love to invest in your bar. The history is amazing!” Boo have a smile and looked around again.

“Oh?!… uh well that probably something you have to talk to my parents about, they are technically the owners, just just work here” she gave a chuckle and turned around rummaging through a pile of papers.

“Here! This my my mom’s card.” She picked up a pen and clicked it, she circled a name on the card and Boo looked down and felt a tear start to well in her eye, she pushed the bloody tears away and grabbed the card. On the card circled in black ink was a name, Josephine Montalvo-Aponte

“Josephine?” Boo mumble under her breath, but it was unintentionally loud enough for Eve to hear.

“Yeah, named after my Abuela’s sister. She’s this one in the photo. She was a little older but went missing and was never found. My abuela talked about her a lot before she passed. It was a puzzle piece she never got.”

That hit Boo like a brick. It had been so long she couldn’t even remember the last conversation she had has with her sister. Maybe right after she got married and had a baby boy.

“Oh wow, so much family history and names” Boo chuckled and the girl nodded

“Spanish families am I right?, I’m so sorry I haven’t offered you anything, would you like a drink?” Eve grabbed a menu

“No worries! I’m okay, I actually don’t drink and I have a meeting in Herald Square.. The new sign caught my attention and I was nosey. I’m a sucker for history” Boo smiled and stood up.

“I’ll definitely be back! Tell you mom to expect a call from me soon”

Eve smiled, “okay, wait… you’re not like with the mob are you?”

“No haha, just a history nerd! Goodbye!”

Boo ducked out of the door and turned the corner into the alley and collapsed into the shadows, tears filling her eyes. Completely overwhelmed with happiness and grief



#nosferaboo #nosferatu #clan nosferatu #vampire #vampire the masquerade #fangs #vamily #vampire the masquerade cosplay #oc lore

[nehswritesstuffs]

How come in some DW circles it’s considered wrong to say that 12 and Clara were intentionally written and performed as a romantic relationship and that this just gets misinterpreted or unnoticed?

So, uh, I was cleaning out my drafts and found a couple of DW/Whouffaldi meta-asks I answered but never published for some reason??? idk why but this has been sitting buried at the bottom of the drafts for, like, over a year and a half, and I feel it's important to post, all things considered. The other one will come later, but that one's only, like, half-done, so it's with any luck. This is going to be long and long-winded, so brace yourselves. There's notations.

So, the thing about Twelve and Clara is that there are many directions from which they got a lot of flack where they should not have, especially in comparison to other Doctor/Companion pairs. Getting to talk with younger fans who were not in fandom at the time, or with generally newer fans who have entered the game late, it is really a puzzle to them, whether they ship it or not, how and why this deep division took place. My perspective is obviously from someone who ships it, but also saw some absolute bullshit go down.

More under cut:

We had, in no specific order:

People wanting Twelve to be mean to Clara bc they hate her (????) and wanted her to be abused until she left

PROFESSIONAL REVIEWS dunking on Capaldi's age as though it's a bad thing (it's not)

People being really grossed out because there is a noticeable age gap between Capaldi and Coleman. Lots of blowback was based on how overdone and predatory older man/younger woman can be, which, true, but overdone and predatory Whouffaldi is not and there was more than nuance missed with this one

The same people from the point directly above forgetting this is a space-fantasy and that the 2000yo alien is making eyes at a 28yo adult, not the 800yo alien making eyes at a 19yo child, BECAUSE ONE OF THESE IS GROSS AND FOR SOME REASON IT WASN'T THE LATTER

Again, when people were writing PROFESSIONAL REVIEWS, they refused to acknowledge that there was even a hint of anything despite the fact that they supposedly both had eyeballs and watched s8/9

Multiple people involved with the show, including Steven Moffat and Jenna Coleman, said there was a deep and intense love between Clara and Twelve. Peter Capaldi basically said as much, but he was much vaguer, which I imagine is mostly because he is very much blissfully married and the awkwardness that might come with that. I don't blame him for such, and although it should be a non-issue, some people use that as backing against the Whouffaldi ship, which is very rude of them.

There were actually really intense ship wars in fandom during s8/9...? Like the Twelve/River fans were fcking fierce when it came to declaring that theirs was the superior ship(1), and then you get the Doctor/Master fans(2) and that entirely separate debacle. I honestly don't know how the Whouffaldi fandom would have survived had it not been for the PCap fandom in general, who were on average much less concerned with ship wars and much more concentrated on quenching their thirst.

There's more, but that gives you a taste into what's gone on. The biggest problem from all of this was that the people who were writing the articles and making the complaints and starting the wars were altogether a very small minority of people who watched the show. However, this tiny group of people, thanks to the specific platforms given to them, were extremely loud. They were able to join forces with the Not-My-Doctors who had long-ceased watching the show(3) to make a larger chunk of "fandom" than they really were, able to artificially inflate the noise, as the NMDs just trusted everything the group of what was essentially hate-watchers said was fact.

Let me tell you: entertainment media is largely interpretative and that was not fact.

With such a loud counter-presence, the Whouffaldi fandom was really sort of loathe to give up easy, and as they reexamined and revisited and overanalyzed the content, we were able to come to our conclusions time and time again. This kind of pissed off the hate-watchers and the NMDs and they dug in their heels. They took a storyline that pushed the definitions of what love is and, when all they have to say is "meh, it's possible, but not my cup of tea", there is repeated denial and insistence on the father-daughter angle(4) as the only angle to the point of being destructive. There were reasons as to why the show was doing poorly in the ratings during the Capaldi years, and it had nothing to do with Whouffaldi, or Capaldi, or Coleman, or Mackie, or Moffat or any of the other "usual suspects'" in a singular form.(5) That instead lies with the Beebus, which has been jerking around the show since 2009(6), and seems to be not doing that again, but ONLY in regards to the "new" showrunner(7) who's getting the show after Chibs and not anything else that's been happening post-2010.

All in all, Whouffaldi as a romantic ship is either seen as a delusional sicko fantasy, or one of the most shat-on romantic ships in the entire show, and to mention one of those opinions in a crowd of the other opinion means that you might just get your ass verbally handed to you. Yeah, it's all fiction and doesn't matter, but the amount of shit that's gone down because of it has drawn distinct lines in the sand and idk if anyone is willing to cross it right now... I mean, especially now, given everything that's happened and this is now a nine-year-old ship that hasn't been represented/acknowledged on-screen for years, but... yeah.

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Auxiliary Notes

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(1): My personal stance is that Twelve/Clara is the better of the two in general, but that the Twelve/River we got should have been loads better, and I want to know who it was who was making the final calls for THoRS (Moff or someone higher), because I did want to see Twelve/River, bc those actors are just really good, but that episode felt too much like a Monkey's Paw prank to be legit. Best THoRS ending should have been Twelve leading River to their table at the restaurant and there's Eleven, and he gets to spend the twenty-four uninterrupted years with River, but eh what do I know.

(2): As someone with siblings, as well as acknowledging how much weird sibling energy the Doctor and the Master exude over the multiple versions I've seen, please don't come at me with excuses for what would essentially be an incest ship. Just no. I love you all, but some of you are disappointing me with your sins.

(3) It is very common for certain NMDs to have stopped watching at the end of 2009, or, alternatively, after the Ponds left the show. These are often people who have dangerous settings on their nostalgia filters and low amounts of media literacy. This brand of NMDs often are fans of Ten and/or Eleven, claiming they're their favorite "because he's so quirky", despite the fact they were... not... that... quirky... really. Many of them also hate Moffat's writing for [insert reasons here], despite the fact when you ask them to list their favorite episodes, Blink and Girl in the Fireplace are in their top five. They also have an extreme overlap with the fans that the show is attempting to court back with The Second Coming of Russell, despite the fact those fans really be out there wanting more Ten/Wose when that is the horse that even its creator acknowledges has been beaten to death.

(4) I worry for you if you thought that eye-sex Twelve and Clara kept having was how fathers and daughters are supposed to behave. Did you see any glances like that between Twelve and Bill? No? Well guess what: TWELVE WAS BILL'S SURROGATE DAD. THERE'S YOUR FATHER-DAUGHTER STUFF RIGHT THERE.

(5) Ratings, which have been a garbage system of proving a television show's worth since recording via VHS became widespread(1), were effected way more by the fact that there was often shoddy advertising (as though all the budget for the next few seasons went into the 2014 World Tour marketing blitz), weird changes made to the broadcast times at short notice, and the fact that iPlayer/VOD/recordings aren't counted alongside people who tuned in when it was airing. While it's true that consumer watching habits are changing, and that's fine, but the shift was much weaker back in 2014-2016 and that's only the UK ratings. Other countries that got a stable broadcast schedule or people who simply binged tend to have a greater outward acceptance of Twelve, despite the fact their population also will contain NMDs of varying levels.

(5.1) It actually can be argued that the garbage nonsense about ratings has only really been a thing whenever it is most convenient for the people running the television network, considering there are shows that in the past have done poorly and were allowed to continue, and shows that were doing very well with a loyal fanbase and axed for no reason whatsoever, other than some whim of a higher-up at the company. Compare the American shows M*A*S*H (which was actually a disaster in the ratings to start) and Green Acres (which despite not being a top-30 program had enough of a loyal viewership that it should of been saved during the Rural Purge of 1971, but wasn't).

(6) I have reason to believe that the channel that is in charge is just a giant NMD in of itself since Tennant (first) left the show, despite the fact it's their cash cow, based on how they've been making moves deliberately meant to be divisive and tear the show down, all the way back to casting Matt Smith. How effective they were with each move is debatable, but yeah... there's a lot of ways you can say that the channel itself is an NMD, to the point it becomes less of a coincidence and more of an aggressive pattern.

(7) It still both disappoints me and does not surprise me how things have been going lately and it's part of why I'm over in my corner being petty and ignoring what's going on in canon, bc they can't even let Gatwa have his time to shine without being overtaken by overdone and overrated.

#replies #Greyface replies #I'm not going to tag the ship until later to keep it out of the tag #but yikes #I'm a white woman who grew up in a conservative household in the suburbs: I have an inner conspiracy theorist #instead of Q and OWW I have cryptids and how much the Beebus hates DW #much safer and saner that way #but... like... it's so fcking tiring #and although I still love this ship profusely the amount of shat on and ignoring that happens kinda got to me #so like fuck that

[soggykookiesandcream]

ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ​ - ʙᴏɴᴜꜱ

5 years later...

Taemin's POV

"Why are you with that fool? He doesn't even talk to anyone at school," a boy snickers talking to Jungwon as I fist my hands in my pocket, "You see that girl there? She's rich. She's about to be famous and debut as an actress soon. That Taemin- He's not even popular. You've been with him for five years and he still hasn't introduced you to his parents?"

"Okay, okay," Jungwon chuckles, "Let's unpack. First off, he is not a fool. Second off, I don't need a popular 'pick-me-girl'. I have Taemin, he makes me the happiest person on earth. Third off, he's not ready to introduce me to his parents yet. He's promised me that he'll get us to meet soon and he always keeps his promise. He's a good boy. Now, the next time you come to me bitching about my boyfriend, I'll make sure to throw you out that window," Jungwon points to a window nearby and turns around walking away. I smile softly walking into my class. 

I make him the happiest person on earth.

And I'm a good boy!

I'll make sure that guy is thrown out that exact window you pointed at, Jungwon. I will.

I will also introduce you to my parents. 

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"Jungwon," Taemin smiles as he hugs him from behind.

"Yes, Taeboy?" Jungwon asks chopping vegetables for dinner.

"Taeboy loves you so much," he kisses his neck softly.

"Uh, uh," Jungwon shakes his head, "Don't turn me on when I'm trying to cook. I will chop your hands," he says when he feels Taemin's hand go further down his hips.

"But I need you, wonnie," Taemin smiles pressing his hips onto Jungwon's back. 

"You always need me, don't you?" Jungwon chuckles placing the knife down and pushing all the chopped items into the pot. 

"Mhm," Taemin snakes his hand around Jungwon's waist caressing his stomach, "Do you want to meet my parents?"

"What? Is that even a question?" The older boy smacks Taemin's bottom, "Of course, I want to!"

"I've asked my parents and they invited you over on Saturday night for dinner," Taemin says with a grin.

"Really?" The older boy does a little dance of happiness before skipping over to their room, "I'm gonna choose what to wear. I really want to impress them."

"Can you please take care of that later and take care of me first, please," Taemin follows his boyfriend like a puppy. Jungwon looks at Taemin's awkward posture trying to hide his bulge shyly.

Jungwon hums scanning the younger's figure with his lips between his teeth, "I'm gonna need you to show me some tricks before I give you treats, Taeboy," Jungwon ruffles Taemin's hair.

"Yes," Taemin clutches onto Jungwon's shirt, "Anything. Any trick you ask me."

"Good boy," Jungwon smirks pulling Taemin onto the bed by his collar, "You're gonna be a good boy for me, right?"

"Yes," Taemin whines as Jungwon runs his finger up his thighs, "Good boy. Good boy only for you."

"You know the drill, baby," Jungwon grabs Taemin by his hair, 

"On your knees."

500 words

A/N- This has been in my drafts for a while now and um I have finally found the courage to post this lmao. We got sub!Taemin. Anyways, I saw a comment saying "Yang Jungwon?" But honestly, no. I didn't take Jungwon from Enhypen. I just googled Korean names and that name sounded nice so I just took it lol. You can imagine him or anyone you want lol idm. Also, I might upload another bonus chapter. I don't know lol I really want to move on from this book but I just keep getting more and more ideas for this book 💀

[karenfordonte]

omg dumb nightmare turned into best dream lol riri fixed it...yet again  lol

fentybeauty posted that pic 4/18/22 see source at bottom for link

when posting this on tumblr on 4/23/22

i heard “karen” front door close “i’ll get her” (idk who’s voice that was)

Still editing this post/Rough Draft:

right before i went to sleep last night around 1 am cause i was laying down a while and couldnt sleep till after this part on the tv for a reason lol:

the  tv said jesus wont go to jail it was christian music lol  of a black choir like singing of a group and one of the lead singers? i wasnt really looking at it long but one singer looked like the mom in jays brokemas video but just the hair lol (im used to people doing me wrong lol so i was a little worried about what ifs lol then that song helped me)

i kept waking up like 4 or more times last night i caught myself rubbing my belly when i woke up 2 or 3 times  im like uh .......... i was doing that in my sleep hope it aint a sign lol but im against abortion i always gave god the say when i get pregnant or not so yeah

written 7:23 am 4/21/2022 i had a dream nikko from christas house threatened to beat me up if i dont give him a cig for some reason lol and when i said no and wanted to tell people on fb he made a bunch of gun noises and i thought it was a real gun so i hid behind the dresser and door in my parents old house my little kid room and my cell phone wouldnt call 911 then roger from the board and care the staff guy he and raphael some of the good staff there already stopped him and roger showed me rihanna's wedding dress she designed for my surprise wedding with her it was amazing it had wording all on it cut out very intricate kinda like a snowflake but better so i think it was gonna go on top of a darker color cause the cut out word part was all white and the left boob is the only part i was allowed to read it said "karen" lol and im like roger are you sure thats for me from rihanna to double and tripple check and he was laughing and saying yes lol

and when i woke up her voice told me "i'll get you soon cause you're used to just putting up with other people's bs" lol + more its more than that but omg im hoping lol

(i woke up a bit earlier the sun was rising i smoked then when i layed down i was nauseous but didnt dry heave lol so yeah)

ps the first xaara dream the valentines day one = when we were jumping from hotel room to hotel room it was just us im like oh duh lol

cause sometimes when the voice would be tricky of bs lol i felt forced at times to share elante with other people not our whole soul but i had to put puzzle pieces together and not be like .....look... some people believe jesus is all womens husband i saw it on my mom's fb pic she posted a jesus bible or bom quote about he's their bridegroom or somethin lol but before i thought i must be a jesus in the way of im really nice etc and loving and meek etc yeah the voice lied and i was really naive and young lol i was 17 it told me why do you not wanna give everyone sex energy when it can help their bodies not feel pain etc i was too like oh uh ok cause what got me was im too caring about others discomforts but i put together more and more how to know which voice vibes to trust but im still careful but im getting more progress with it as i age lol alot more like even i tried to force me to do my cliche jesus me character during hard times but i just cant stay addicted to even that guy lol im too addicted to elantes so yeah lol id rather have my fave person in the whole world my elantes as my only romance partners my real twin flames  lol they are extentions of rihanna's selves when in true form lol so yeah

i am mainly addicted to only rihanna and skisst the most though for now i go slow lol

it cheers me up the most in the day when i can sense them in different ways :)

Escape The Fate - Friends And Alibis

ok so i made a task board for keeping a schedule to do lists every day , i keep a calendar for things like appointments, i keep keep notes for notes like shopping lists and things like what to remember to ask  the dr lol  but also budgetting, and keeping track of cigs i smoke a day there too cause im too lazy to pre roll them out and i wanna keep track to make sure i budget right and not smoke too much i wanna keep it under 13 for sure each day for now but yeah lol i think i can do it cause theres some creepy bugs out there lol and i wanna be more productive here anyways lol been callin insurance etc updating addresses and number  settin up rides etc lol

riri song references funny ^ hints <3 im getting a short hair cut monday i want all the dyed parts gone lol i cant tell where that mark is but i'll ask lol but i want it very short anyways though lol i cant donate it cause it was dyed lol oh well its very healthy and thick now and the pony tail is around a ruler size and barely breaks when i brush it and no knots lol but i hate long hair care etc for me its too much of a hassle i love short 'boy' hair and not brushing it cause its short anyways lol and no heavy ass pony tail bs i dont like it in my face either lol etc  since a kid so yeah

heard this one for the first time age 28 lol:

oh btw that song taught me how to spell tear right i thought tare was the shredding definition and tear = cry ohhhhhh lol tearing = ripping etc i thought tearing = crying only lol lmfao its cause my tara dream in the dream im like how do you spell it teara? she said tara so it took me till later to add teara as an aka cause she cries alot like me especially of being in love in focus so sweet felt etc yeah it hits me so great at times mmmm especially here lol i think i cried 3 different days here already of how much love i have for elantes but if i focus on them alot id do that all the time i can feel them enough for sure im already getting wet eyed and smiley again mmmmm lol they know me too good lmfao

i think halsey is a skisst :)

omg i just looked up her tattoos right after: (the arrow of the two mouths kissing exactly what kwins fb banner was back when she met me first but her banner was a photo of 2 lesbians one lip biting saying "i wanna do bad stuff with you" lol i tried to google that pic before i  cant find it lol )

which is basically what halseys other tattoo means lol:

halsey's tattoos:

mmmmhmmm thats her all right

oh a white butterfly fly on me today lol

and today i saw two spiders two different times in this day but i was saved by denise then joe lmfao denise killed one for me it was kinda next to me some  then the other one was on the arm of my chair later and   i got up so fast i dropped my phone lmfao good thing obama phones can get dropped alot lol and not break at all but yeah lol then i told joe later i cant sit in my chair and why so he inspected it all in front of me now i can sit there yay im spoiled

i took a nap just woke up at 6:47 pm man elantes are so hot lol i love when they soul sex = certain kind of love buzzes from gods to wake me up lol and then the tv said "when i woke up i saw the sun" that one song lol

oh oh it was this part my bad lol lol: "I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes I saw the sign" when i was little i always thought sign sad sun instead lmfao mmmmm Ace of Base - The Sign (Official Music Video)

i admit donte 'sleeps' a ton still but they woke me up right before my body took a nap they word stuff alot for me but know exactly how i am im a nicest sweetest innocent baby cliche  only lol yes when they told me what happened before my nap i had to be emotional and roah had to take over then i slept lol

they mentioned this song to me: the "i dont even know how to hold it" - Atmosphere - Always Coming Back Home To You, to relate to that this morning dream with nikko:

Atmosphere - Always Coming Back Home to You https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2WBee_bmGu4

in that dream like he had a machine gun and right when he was about to shoot me my darn phone wasnt working  i was saved by raphael and roger   lol (that dream morphed some of my life together when i was being chased by nikko when he was just gonna punch me at first i thought (i always was pretty generous with my cigs at times)  it reminded me of being that young age of when i had that room it was that wildomar mobile home house i grew up in age 5  till age 16 or 17 we moved but my dad used to scare me alot just for his fun and chase me i hated that shit i would cry and scream and when nikko pukes he sounds exactly like my dad when he pukes every time

Atmosphere - The Woman With The Tattooed Hands https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N-9nbwHQPKA

i had morning sickness only today again i ate breakfast and lunch a bit late to make sure my stomach was ready i do that in the mornings sometimes lol i got with feeling but i had a busy day with making sure my todo list was all checked off and so ima make sure i eat dinner cause im getting hungry again but a hole isnt 'puckered' anymore its able to open on its own now i noticed but still needed some help so i opened another laxitive package lol thats number 5 i wanted a break on the weekend from using them for different reasons till today but im sure ill be able to go easier probably tonight lol its still hard in there it was stuck lol so i thought one more is necessary so yeah

9:18 pm man wtf  the butthole got swollen shut again i was so close it was normal then wtf happened man idk atleast i have a primary dr visit soon i googled if its a side effect of peg3350 laxitive i cant find anything so weird man

i didnt notice it was like 'glued' shut i used to call it till the end of being at christas house but i dont check it all the time so i just noticed the swollen non flat effect here

i know sometimes christa had chicken thawing out 4 days straight sometimes when mark wanted fast food in a row suprising her she never put it back in the freezer and sometimes it stank but she just said all she has to do is wash it in the sink and the heat when cooking kills the bacteria even though when she had the bag of raw chicken in the sink that whole time closed yeah but it still stank alot so she said she knew what she was doing so i trusted her but i dont wanna think about what ifs but i hope im ok

the poop is finally soft i had to manually take it out again yes washed hands and antibacterial hand sanitizer

but other than that its like still only a tiny bit in there  im just gonna wait to try to go again till after i see the dr lol

when i got the endoscopy at first christa said i dont have to go if i dont want to but on the day of my appointment she told me i am going and she made us all breakfast though (she rarely makes breakfast or lunch we usually have to make those 2 meals ourselves)

im like wait after i ate just a piece of toast and she made me coffee im like im supposed to fast

and she still took me to go

she was honest with them that i ate that morning and so was i

they said ok we'll try to attempt it

but the anethesia usually doesnt hurt me but that one did really bad

but it knocked me out fast at least

after i got my diagnosis slow digestion the nurse said my digestion was probably marked slow because i ate a bit in the morning but

it seems hella slow though still

she said she got endoscopy before i mean come on

that stomach dr place was GI-Excellence in hemet

i dont think its utis i think it might be stomach infections then

cause on fb one of my last posts talked about a new wiping a certain way before   peeing in cup technique not let it drip down the butt hole technique is barely any white blood cells so she said maybe infection maybe not

i think its stomach bacteria that was triggering the false utis most of the time

but its like why am i antibiotic resistant to alot that easily before cause she

possibly gave me fake antibiotics in my bottle

idk how many times per different type but

i know that cipro wasnt the right one based on the net

chicken was my least fave meal at that house but sometimes she made me eat it  

even though nikko would never cook the fried chicken right always bloody he said he didnt know how to read their temp thing when it says chicken not a temp lol and most of the time she made nikko make the chicken dinners anyways but one time when it stank she had me help her cut the bones like snap it etc but i never knew how before but ew

they used a square cooker for chicken that wasnt fried and that one was never bloody chicken but um

christa told me drs call you if results are serious

my old phone would mark even when off who called

this new one dont but i set up my voice mail just in case

the endoscopy took a biopsy for suspected possible h. pylori but never called me so i wasnt concerned

and so i  never went to the follow up visit

it says salmonella causes diareah so it would explain maybe possibly putting that in my food (her imodium)

cause im incotinent especially with diareah and pee . not really solid poop

the anti diareah pills she gave me her own prescription bottle of imodium but it doesnt match online pill descriptions but she was right 300 was the quantity on the lable she says she gets those all the time she had extra bottles in her room i only had diareah there 5 different times

most was when i first got to her house

the last 2 times was when i had sepsis those two times

since ive been incotinent it was hard so many times to pee in the cup  i couldnt find the stream most of the time

but heavenly mother possessed me last time i went to urgent care showed me how to wipe and stand a bit lean forward and pee she was like "i'll show you how" alot of times the nurses dont remember to give me the wipe too so i know to ask every time now

i mean christa had an iphone and her screen used to be cracked but not no more cause those 3 times she told me to google how she can get rid of stuck painful gas her net on her phone wasnt working and i didnt feel like standing long anyways so i was like good i dont have to that was after i posted about my constipated contractions i called it cause it hurt so bad twice shes usually always watching videos on her phone she says she pays for data on her phone and at the time the wifi was working for those 3 times she asked me to do that

atleast i feel way better than being at her house though cause no nausea for whole days mainly only in the mornings thats it i had like only 4 days here of sick the first day, the second day i think, and those two times i slept most of the day all the other days morning sickness only but had one day off i think free from nausea i think that was day 3 possibly

i mean she told me in the beggining her friend used to work at kfc and they fed people green chicken they kept in barrels and used to cook the bacteria off and the green color out  but she said thats why she dont like kfc but later she still bought us kfc when mark paid for it

i never liked the chicken in the square thing when nikko cooked it cause the skin felt too weird like raw like or chewy idk how to explain it but the inside was cooked but never seasoned right i need sauce for that shit to down it but often i just gave mine to someone else cause i dont crave chicken as a main dinner most of the time and it was im more of a red meat fan the most or good sea food like crab or shrimp or clam chowder or certain kind of oysters lol or bbq pork lol or good ham i told her i dont really like chicken that much since i was a kid but yeah lol i only like chicken with sauce or friend crunchy lol

they tried to feed blu their dog raw chicken at times but he never ate it till they cooked it they said

ugh i dont wanna think about that place right now bye

midnight: i tried going to sleep but

Rihanna - Stay ft. Mikky Ekko https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JF8BRvqGCNs

i think i gotta shave my whole head lol i bought new soap and a new brush but my hair tie isnt washed but i hate long hair ugh some reason its still itchy usually not this much at this house still isnt as bad as the last house but ima throw away my old soaps and old brush oooo heavenly mother is putting god medicine on it lol cool it has a sudden anti itch cool refreshing effect soothing lol she told me i dont wanna know what made my scalp basically bleed the red hair dye and make my hair fall for that whole month out till i switched not using christas she gave me but like 2 boxes of different brands of hair dye etc doesnt sound like pro hair cutter she said she went to hair and make up  school

lol one time there was a homeless man and a random lady look through our trash seperatley seperate days  christa told me

so yeah fbi been on them

cause one time the dog control inspector guy in uniform came over to investigate if our dogs are housed good or not based on a complaint from someone anonymous but christa blamed it on her only neighboor marry cause she hates dogs barks sounds so much christa said she payed to have her dogs voice box removed but mary yelled towards the end when i was in the smoke room cause thats close to marys back yard she yelled "karen you are not harry potter" but its the same angry tone of voice she yells at her grandkids christa said those kids are in her back yard at sometimes i saw them jump on a trampoline too from the sun room before and heard them at times before from there but christa said she wanted to get back at mary by calling cps on her to get her gran kids taken away to get back at her

if mary is in on what christa was doing to me basically then she didnt call those dog inspectors lol they mustve been so paranoid in that case  

one time christa said she took a key to a strangers car in front of us when he wasnt around cause that car was too slow im like oh....it was at ricks store with the milk sign on the front where she buys her mangoritas every day the parkinglot

then towards the end christa told me she wanted to get back at her surgeon by me giving her bed bugs i capture for her to realease them in i thought she was gonna say her surgeons office name but  she said dr balu's office surprisingly im like uhm i have been putting them in a hand sanitizer bottle theyve been in liquid lol theyre dead lol it was true but im like i dont do shady evil shit you know

#Christa's Room and Board #Jane's Room and Board #Nicco's Board and Care

[patiencetaught]

@dxspereaux​ // from here

“Is it really so bad? To spoil them a little?” He questions innocently, still gently rocking the newborn, seeming to refuse to let them go a minute without being in his arms– he can’t help it! He’s still reeling from the fact that they had a little one!

And Setau always said he’d be as good a father as Idris was to him and never be the sort of father Thoth was. That meant giving their precious little one a lot of attention. “I–I promise, I won’t spoil him when he’s bigger…but, I mean,” He smiles brightly showing off their son. “How can you not? What do you think Matilda?” He asks, brow raised as if to try and get her on his side. “It’s not so bad, right?”

Matilda considered the squirming infant for a moment, clearly giving the question serious consideration. After all, this baby was not the cute little bundle of joy that was on diaper commercials. This one was still shriveled and pink and funny looking. Not to mention that the little girl was already feeling strangely isolated, despite Setau’s efforts to include her in this conversation. After all, she’d been the center of her mother’s world for a few years now and now she was being forced to share with this squirmy little thing. Of course, she wanted to be a big sister too. She had too many memories of her older brother Michael throwing food at her and generally tormenting her, and she didn’t want this baby to feel the same, even if she wasn’t totally thrilled about its presence. 

“I don’t think letting Setau hold it is gonna spoil it, mum,” the little girl pointed out diplomatically. “Babies actually thrive off of human touch. You can kill a baby by not touching it enough.” This line of reasoning is enough to get Jenny to smile tiredly at her oldest child and gesture for her to come sit next to her on the hospital bed. 

“Fine. Maybe I wasn’t worried so much about spoiling the baby and more about the fact that their father won’t ever let me hold them.” An eyebrow is arched playfully in Setau’s direction, her words a clear attempt to tease him.

#this is so old holy shitttt #it was at the bottom of my drafts and i just saw it and uh... #i want more jenny and setau #i want more mama jenny #this checks a lot of boxes #but feel free to ignore #given it is so old #also?? baby name? any ideas? #❝ it isn’t much but it’s enough for me ❞ ⟨ IN CHARACTER ⟩ #dxspereaux #.•° ✿ v; and just as bad as life was that’s how good it became ⟨ POST CANON ⟩

[sungswhore]

Friends with benefits?

Hi guys! sorry for the delay on my 'Who Are You?' series. i will be updating that as soon as possible but for now please enjoy this drafted smut of jay!! 

side note: pls if you have any requests or want to be tagged in any of my writings please let me know!! 

🖇word count: 2.8k

🖇pairings: snobby rich boy jay x nerdy female reader

🖇genre: smut (oral, both receiving, face fucking, fingering, rough-ish sex, unprotected sex, praising, breeding )

it was supposed to be just like any other day. y/n goes to her morning classes, then has lunch with her friends and the university cafeteria and afterwards she was supposed to head back to her dorm to do any work that was due for that day. 

That's what was supposed to happen but no, she was so exhausted from class that on her way to the table she usually sat at during lunch, she bumped into someone, spilling all her food on both of them. 

"oh my god… i am so sorry." she said, trying her best to clean up the mess she made. "get your filthy hands off of me!" the person pushed her hands away and stood back looking at her. she finally looked at who it was she had just bumped into, jay park. he was the son of the chairman of the school. 'fuck' she thought. "do you know how much this uniform costs? more than what you can ever afford. for fuck sakes how did you even get into this school? this school is much more than what your income is." he said harshly, his eyes burning holes into her. she stared at him in shock and her body burned in embarrassment. 

not only was he being the ultimate dick, he was causing a scene and everyone in the place was now staring at the two of them. 

"look, i'm sorry. i was tired and wasn't paying attention to where i was going-" she was soon interrupted by him. "sorry doesn't cut it… whatever your fucking name is." he stated. "well how can i make it up to you? i'll do anything." y/n pleaded. she really wanted him to be quiet and hopefully get him off her ass. "anything?" he asked, a smirk now forming on his lips. she saw something in his eyes flicker but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. she felt tense, now regretting her words. "uh… yeah?" she said, well more like asked since she wasn't sure herself if she should or not. 

"meet me at my place tonight. i stay at the OC dorms in room 200, got it?" he said firmly and she nodded her head in response. "good, i'll see you there." and with that he walked away. she couldn't understand what had happened. it all happened so fast for her to process but all she knows is that she has no choice but to go because she feared for what would happen if she didn't. 

10:37pm

here she was outside his door, contemplating if she should knock or just leave. what's the worst that could happen, right? he really couldn't do anything. could he? all she did was accidentally spill some spaghetti noodles and sauce on him. 

"you're not going to answer my questions, kitten?" he asked, rubbing the pad of his thumb on her bottom lip. she froze, not knowing what to do in this situation. her heart fluttered at the pet name he had given her. "open your mouth." he demanded. she obliged and parted her lips. jay slipped his thumb into her mouth and y/n took it without any hesitations, wrapping her mouth around it immediately and began to suck on it. "an eager little kitten you are " he said, low and seductively. "let's take this inside, shall we?" and with that, he brought her into his dorm room. once he had closed and locked the door, he immediately smashed his lips onto hers, kissing her hard and rough. 

she was about to walk away when his door swung open, revealing a shirtless jay. he only had on slides and a pair of joggers, carrying a bag that she assumed was the clothes she totally trashed earlier today. "oh you really came?" he laughed, walking past her to the garbage disposal. "yeah.. you told me to." she said in a nervous tone, watching his every move. he looked good, sexy even. his body was so lean and built. y/n couldn't help but stare at how his back muscles looked as he was disposing of his trash. she was soon snapped out of her trance by jay laughing at her response. "so if i told you to jump off a cliff, would you?" he said, turning back to face her. she gulped a bit, now staring at his toned chest and abs. she never realized how well built he was until now. how could she ever have known if he wore business casual all the time. "well no… i wouldn't have." she added, averting her eyes to the ground. she stared at her beat up converse until she saw his feet come into view.

he firmly gripped her chip, gently pulling her face up so she could see him. "if that's the case, what brought you here then? hm? what made you come all this way?" he questioned, studying her face. y/n's heart began to race and she felt hot all over again. jay was too close. she didn't understand why she was feeling this way. her eyes trailed down to his lips for a split second. she saw how pink and plump they looked, even with the split present in the middle of his bottom lip. she heard jay chuckle and that smirk from earlier was now back. 

since she was inexperienced with these kinds of things, their teeth clashed against each other and she sloppily followed his lip movements. jay didn't seem to mind, his hands traveling down her sides to the back of her thighs. she jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist as he made his way towards his bed. he nibbled on her bottom lip and y/n parted her lips once more, giving his tongue access to explore her every inch of it. 

she took the initiative to suck on his tongue, making slurping sounds as she did so. jay seemed very pleased by this from the sounds he was making. it only encouraged her to do more. she trailed kisses down his jaw to his neck, sucking and nipping at the skin. she marked every aspect of his neck as she went, drawing out a few groans from the male. 

they reached the bed, jay threw her on top of it before he climbed on top of her, attacking her lips with his. he laid between her legs, grinding his clothed and hardened member against her core. she whined, bucking her hips up for more. he didn't care for that right now, he wanted to take his time to explore every inch of her, painfully slow just to rile her up a bit, and it seemed to be working. 

his lips trailed down to her neck, abusing the skin with his mouth, leaving trails of hickeys as he went. his hands slipped under her shirt, making their way towards her breasts and to his surprise, she wasn't wearing a bra. he sat up a bit, removing her shirt from her body and tossing it somewhere on the floor in his room. he observed her exposed chest, making y/n a bit self conscious about her body so she immediately covered herself. jay shook his head, removing her arms from hiding her body. "you don't have to do that, you look beautiful." he said, hovering above her and placing a chastise kiss on her lips before lowering himself to give her breast some attention. he took one of her nipples into his mouth, running his tongue against the bud of it, sucking on it as he massaged the other breast. 

y/n gasped, back arching as she wrapped her arms around his head to bring him any closer than he already was. 

he alternated between her breasts before slowly kissing down towards the hem of her pants. he looked up at her and she gave him a nod of approval. he undid the button and zipper of her jeans, sliding them off along with her panties. he spread her legs wider, getting in between them. he placed soft kisses on the inner parts of her thighs, kissing upwards, edging her on even more. he left a few marks here and there. just to spite her, he blew cold air on her core, making a cold chill go down her spine. 

he could see her dripping wet from all the arousal and he couldn't wait to taste it. he slowly slid his tongue between her folds, licking up her warm slick. y/n let out a shaky breath that she didn't even know she was holding. 

jay licked up, swirling and flicking his tongue on her clitoris before plunging two fingers deep inside on her. y/n moaned softly while jay continued to finger fuck her and do wonders with his tongue. her hands made their way to his hair, tugging on it as she began to grind against his tongue. 

her moans echoed all around the room, along with the bed creaking from her slight movements. 

she felt a pit build up in her stomach. she knew she was close, before she could even muster out a word, she came fast and hard. that didn't stop jay though. he continued pumping his fingers inside of her as he lapped up all her juices. she whined from the overstimulation. she tried her hardest to move away but ultimately failed since jay held her still. he looked up, enjoying the sight in front of him. y/n squirming under him and a whining mess. this sight made his cock twitch in his joggers. 

he pulled his fingers out of her, now hovering above her again. he put his fingers in her mouth, making her taste herself. she sucked his fingers clean, licked herself off of them. 

"i'm not finished just yet. i still want to finish too. would you like to help me princess?" jay asked, slipping his fingers out of her mouth and standing up. y/n nodded her eagerly, causing him to smile and place a kiss on her 

he slid his joggers and boxers down, kicking them off his ankles and onto the floor. 

she nodded her head and he signaled for her to get on her knees. she climbed out of the bed and did what was expected of her. she looked up at him through her lashes. her doe eyes staring at him before looking down at his cock. he was bigger than what she expected. she knew he was big due to the fact that his bulge was always there. it caught everyone's eye. everyone knew he was packing but she didn't expect him to be this big. she gulped, grabbing his huge cock in her tiny hands. it was thick and heavy.

she wrapped her hand around him, pumping his member a few tights but jay only scoffed. "that's all you got? i'm sure you can do way better than this princess." he stated,looking down at her. "don't tell me this is your first time." he added. he noticed the change in her expression. "oh so it is. does that mean that was your first time being eaten out as well?" he asked, a smirk cockily present on his face. y/n nodded her head slowly, not making any sort of eye contact with him. "oh that's great. i can be your first for everything. i'll tell you how i want it done, okay?" he asked, more like stated but she only nodded it agreement. 

"okay so open your mouth and just suck." he said and that's exactly what she did. she opened her mouth as wide as she could and wrapped her lips around his tip, sucking on it as he stated. he grunted a bit, encouraging her to do more. she began to bob her head slightly, taking in as much as she could and pulling back to where only the tip of his cock sat comfortably in her mouth. "just like that, princess." he said, grabbing a fistful of her hair and helped guide you as you sucked him off. the praise made her take more of him, but only as much as she could. jay seemed to be enjoying it a bit but it wasn't enough. he needed more. he grabbed the back of her head, pushing her down further until his cock hit the back of her throat, making her gag. "fuck, like this. just like this." he said, taking control and fucking into her mouth. he started off slowly but soon his thrust intensified. he fucked into her mouth fast and hard. she choked, drool spilling out the sides of her mouth and running down her chin. her eyes brimmed with tears and they eventually began to run down her face. she tried her best to control her breath to help calm down her gag reflex but ultimately failed. she gripped his thighs, her nails digging into them. that was surely going to leave a mark.

he grunted, getting close to his climax. he looked down at her, seeing such a sight turned him on even more. "fuck! you're doing so good for me princess." he said, feeling himself on the verge of cumming. he thrusted a few more times, cumming hard into her mouth. she choked once again. he pulled out and she coughed a few times, trying her best to catch her breath after having her mouth fucked and swallowing his seed. 

he pulled her up to her feet and smashed his lips onto hers once more, leading her back to the bed. they both fell, with him on top of her. he positioned himself at her entrance, smacking his tip onto her pussy a few times before slowly pushing it inside of her. she hissed out in pain, back arching and her eyes closing tight from the painful sensation. his size was definitely above average and it doesn't help that this is her first time. 

he stayed there for a moment, letting her adjust for a minute before pushing the rest of himself inside of her, bellowing her out. it was just too much for her but she couldn't help but also want it to continue. after a few moments of him just sitting there she asked him to move. he did, making a slow but steady thrust inside of her. pacing himself for her benefits. she scrunched her face up in pain but after a while that pain soon turned into pleasure. she started moaning softly, making him pick up his pace. each deep thrust accurately hit her g-spot, making her go crazy. she screamed in pleasure as he fucked hard into her, taking her legs and throwing them onto his shoulders. in this position she felt him somehow go deeper inside her if that was even possible. she arched her back, moaning loud incoherent words at this point. 

the room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping, loud moans and grunts and the bed hitting against the wall. she was so sure that the people in the dorms next door could definitely hear what was taking place right about now. she felt that familiar pit from earlier in her stomach. she was close and judging by the way he thrusted sloppily into her, he was too. "i'm c-close.." she mustered out. "me too, baby" he replied. 

after a few more thrust, they both came loud and hard. his thick and warm seed filling her up to the brim. he fucked into her a few times, riding out both of their highs before pulling out and falling onto her. she giggled and lazily pushed him off, causing him to laugh as well before pulling her close. she smiled and snuggled into him. "don't take this the wrong way, i'm not really interested in you but i wouldn't mind doing this again with you." he said plainly. y/n hummed in response, not really caring. "so? friends with benefits?" he asked, looking down at her and rubbing small circles on her lower back. "yea, we can do that." she said, causing him to smile. "then it's settled." he said, chuckling to himself before they both ended up falling asleep into each other's arms. not knowing that this'll lead to something more. 

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