#like everyone has their inside jokes & secrets & funny stories

[writinganything]

Just thinking about soft and loving sex with Bakugo.

Like just imagine he starts to softly cry because he’s never been genuinely praised (outside because of his quirk) and intimate like that with someone. Like when you say I love you while looking at him through his eyes, they actually start watering

Warnings: afab reader, you call him baby and he calls you sweetheart, missionary position if you squint.

! Minors dni !

“Katsuki?” You muttered when he backed up a bit to breath air.

The way his name rolled on your tongue on itself was enough for Bakugo to feel this strange but welcoming warm feeling in his stomach. Your puffy lips from kissing each other, were parted as you breathed and moaned at each of his slow but deep thrust into your heat and the blond couldn’t stop himself from pecking them before answering with his deep voice

“Yeah?”

But you were already zoning out because of his mesmerizing face, because let’s get this straight: Katsuki Bakugo is a beautiful man. Handsome or sexy weren’t good enough to capture his features. From the sharpness of his jawline, his plump pink lips to his captivating crimson eyes, he sure was a piece of art to look at. No wonder he has contracts with multiple modeling agencies for him to be their new front page on magazines.

But these photographers could never really capture you fiancé’s beauty. There is just something about him doing simply…nothing. It could be the way he adjust his glasses when answering emails on his laptop, or him ruffling his hair in the morning in front of the mirror with this tired expression. Or maybe how he smiles when you say terrible jokes while shaking his head. There’s just something with you man that’s breathtaking!

Let’s not even start about his personality! Everyone may describe him as this loud brute, but with you?…Girl that’s another story.

“I love you” you softly say, looking at the ruby orbs a few centimeters from your face.

Oh you love this man and he loves you more even if you guys playfully argues about which one of you loves the other more.

And Katsuki? He loves you so freaking much, he cannot explain it. At the beginning of the relationship, it even scared him a bit about how much he would think about you and care about you opinion on things.

He loves the way your eyes lit up when he shows you the new hairstyle he wants to try and how they sparkle when he comes back from the barber. He loves how you steal his shirts and hoodies to wear as if they’re your own. He loves how you’re always thoughtful about the gifts you give him even though your presence is the best gift he ever had.

But what Bakugo love the most about you isn’t even your features. It’s how you’re always praising him even for the smallest things and how it’s not often about his ability to make explosions.

“You love me?” He echoes and his voice cracks a little.

It wasn’t a secret that Bakugo’s quirk was powerful and that’s why people even talk to him in the first place. “You’re so strong” they said. “I wish I had your quirk” they said. And Katsuki had grown tired of it. Yes, he’s impressive and mighty…but what else? No one tells him how they appreciate him. No one put his name and funny in the same sentence, unlike his friend Kaminari. No one calls him sweet like any other heroes…but you.

You nod your head and your eyes were filling with water, encircling his neck with your arms . “So so much” you continue before joining your lips with his again for a delicate kiss and his tongue immediately went to yours.

Why you were crying? Because you couldn’t understand how nobody ever saw Katsuki as him. He’s so much more than being Dynamight and it just breaks your heart how he never heard such endearing words from somebody else.

“I love you so much, baby” you moan when he perfectly hit again your spongey spot inside of you.

No matter how many times you’d say that sentence in a day, Bakugo will never grow bored of it. He finally has someone who loves him. His warm and calloused hands quickly enveloped your own when he felt his own eyes starting to water. It wasn’t like when he was a teenager, crying late at night because he wasn’t enough. No, this time, it was because he realised that he finally has what he wishes for the most: someone that truly loves him.

“I love you too sweetheart” he whimpers in your ear, at the edge of his orgasm and he could feel you being there too. “So fucking fucking m-much” he moans as he makes his last thrust harder.

He moans your name as he comes inside of you and your heat spasm around his thick member. Katsuki continues to thrust into you to make the pleasure last longer before he lets himself fall on top of you.

Deep breathing was the only sound in the room as you guys catch your breath.

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[newtkive]

shift shenanigans - social media au (pt. 2)

note: yes there’s the main work chat w carmy, the secret coworker chat w/o carmy, and the secret secret bestie chat w syd, marcus, and yourself. it would be canon.

warnings: crude humor, slightly offensive jokes

part one

liked by carmyberzatto, marcus.brooks11 and 40 others

chefboyardee: life lately

see all 9 comments

syd_adamu: that pho was life changing

↳ chefboyardee: i think it was the best i’ve ever had

marcus.brooks11: feet off the table @syd_adamu

↳ chefboyardee: leave my girl alone

↳ richietheking: I knew you guys were lez

↳ syd_adamu: we aren’t and you can’t say that

↳ chefboyardee: oh.. we aren’t? ☹️😔

↳ syd_adamu: 😑

carmyberzatto: 🍲🔥

THE GOLDEN TRIO

[ 7:45 AM ]

y/n: did you see

did you see

did

you

see

ogmgokggkowkfofsk

syd: pardon??

what did richie do oh my god

did he post another picture of him with the gun from that one day

fuckkkk carmys gonna be so mad

marcus: nope i wish

y/n: he commented on my post 😭😭😭😭

syd: who

marcus: think about it

who else would cause this reaction

y/n: carmy!!!!!!!

i woke up to him commenting 🍲🔥 😍😍😍😍

syd: woah and the heart eyes?

y/n: no that’s my addition

syd: the bar is in hell

HES YOUR BOSS

y/n: AND I WANT HIS BABIES??

marcus: y’all so hype to be pregnant THEN BOOOMMM ‼️ THE BABY’S UGLY AND BALD WITH ECZEMA 😩🤨

syd: LMFAOOOOO WHOS YALL THO????

y/n: bye im done

im leaving for work.

don’t talk to me ever again

done.

marcus: bye 👋

why do you leave so early fool

syd: so she can be teachers pet

marcus: smh always there before everyone

y/n: not true.

syd: i thought you weren’t talking to us

y/n: 😒

marcus: want me to bring y’all an iced latte again

y/n: …. 😁

WORK

[ 8:15 AM ]

y/n: AYOOOO

great job cleaning up after work yesterday 😊👍

richie: Is this a joke?

y/n: why would i joke about such a thing

carmy: Y/n what are you doing

y/n: u said to tell everyone their housekeeping is shitty

carmy: No I said I was going to tell them that, and you said no I’ll do it

This is not what I meant

y/n: well you yell too much

marcus: ouch

that’s my station 😔

carmy: Well clean it better

y/n: im using reverse psychology and positive reinforcement

carmy: Not what that means

y/n: well notice how no one’s mad at me

im making alliances day by day

richie: You’ve worked here for two years and we are already friends

y/n: so you’re saying you aren’t my ally

richie: No

We are definitley in an alliance

y/n: love u richie

richie: Don’t go that far

chefboyardee’s instagram stories

WE HAVE THE BEEF 🥩

[ 3:25 PM ]

y/n:

he so fine im bouta cermmmmm

syd: …..

marcus: :O

y/n: why are you acting shocked

like i haven’t said this daily

tina: Woah girl who?

y/n: HUH

richie: I’m not in the picture I don’t get it

syd: let’s just keep working before carmy notices

tina: I don’t care I’m on smoke break. Who are you talking about girl? Spill the tea..

marcus: she was talking about me you guys

y/n: the guy in the back

oh i mean yeah marcus

tina: The meat delivery guy? He has a wife..

y/n: we are having an affair

marcus: no it’s about me

richie: I didn’t know Marcus and Y/n were a thing..

tina: Something ain’t right. No way they are.

marcus: we aren’t it’s just our sense of humor

y/n: i was just being funny!

tina: What did Jeff just yell inside?

syd: came out of the office and said “just cuz we’re slow doesn’t mean you can play on your phones” 👍💯

tina: Whatever. No chance Y/n meant Marcus. You got the hots for Jeffrey?

y/n: what no

tina: Well I wouldn’t blame you. He’s cute

y/n: OMG RIGHTTTTTTT

its the tattoos isn’t it

richie: You have to be fucking joking

tina: I was playing..

y/n: im confused

syd: that was cruel

marcus: who cares it’s not a big deal

y/n: so you don’t think he’s cute tina?? ☹️☹️

tina: No he is cute… for you 😝

y/n: this is humiliating

richie: I’ll tell him

y/n: NO

stop

sSTOP THATS NOT FUNNY

richie im not joking i’ll put a bomb in your floorboards

richie: I’m just fucking with you kid

tina: This isn’t over.

THE GOLDEN TRIO:

[ 3:40 PM ]

syd: y/n….

marcus: you look like a ghost y/n

y/n: i cannot believe i sent that to the wrong gc

i’m done im so done

marcus: stop looking so sad it’s making me feel bad

syd: it’s okay! just be thankful it wasn’t to the work groupchat with him in it..

marcus: true it could be worse

y/n: i guess so

thank you for trying to cover for me marcus

marcus: anytime you know i got you

syd: let’s get back to work before we start looking obvious

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #the bear #the bear imagine #carmy berzatto imagine #x reader #carmen berzatto imagine #sydney adamu #sydney adamu x reader #richie jerimovich #richie jerimovich x reader #the bear reader insert #the bear text au #carmy berzatto text au #crack #fluff #social media au #text au

[cosmicstarlatte]

You ARE The Father! (Obey Me!)

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After getting back to the human world you realized you were pregnant. You decided to keep it a secret during your relationship. After having the baby/babies for a few weeks, you finally decide to tell your demon baby daddy.

»Characters: Demon bros // -> [Part 2: Dateables] Now available!

»Tags: Female reader/MC, Unplanned pregnancy, Humor/fluff, Bulleted Style Fic

»Note: Sorry it's kind of long. Also I imagine the babies all heavily resemble their dads. 🥺♡ I might make a part two with Diavolo and Barbatos but they will be short stories. Well, maybe. Lol

Lucifer:

"That's not funny."

Didn't believe you because how could you keep that sort of secret for months from him

You sent him a photo of you holding a very unamused baby boy with black hair and red eyes

The Avatar of Pride has fainted. I repeat, he has fainted

Didn't pack or say anything to his brothers once he woke up, he just bolted out the house to find a magic seal to travel to the human realm

Quickly let Diavolo know why he canceled their meeting whilst on the way to you

He arrived disheveled, man was sweating lol

Anyway he immediately reached for his child and cradled him

His baby's horns and wings popped out!

Barely wanted to talk to you at first, you wounded his pride...Did you think him unfit? Did you think he wouldn't accept?

He would've been there for you no matter what, it pained him that you went through everything alone

Promised to be there from now on

He hugged you and the baby "...I love you two. ♡ Come live with me. You two won't ever be in need."

Dia and Barb visited shortly to see Luci's baby!

His baby slapped everyone in the face at some point

Mammon:

"Ha! That's a good one! I always loved ya sense of humor!"

Really thought it was a joke

You decided to surprise him in person instead

You got permission from Dia to visit

You had only told Lucifer ahead of time about the surprise visit but not why

When you knocked on the door holding the white-haired baby girl Lucifer had to do a double take

"Is this..."

He smiled and excitedly held her for a minute before returning her

"Excuse me" Lucifer said as he closed the door

"MAMMOOOOOOOOON!!!"

yeah the baby started crying

You could hear the loud commotion inside

The door swung open and Mammon stared in shock along with the rest of the family behind him

"YA WERENT JOKING!? GUYS...GUYS!! I'M A DAD!!"

He cuddled his baby girl and gave her so many kisses

You guessed it, the baby sprouted horns and wings after being held by him

Was upset at himself for thinking you were joking

He demanded you move in right away

"Nothin' will break this family. I got ya both! Daddy will take care of y'all! "♡

His baby girl managed to grab his wallet and wouldn't let go

Levi:

"As if..."

Was skeptical...him? A dad? He always thought Mammon or Asmo would be first

He didn't know anything about being a dad but he was getting more excited the more he thought about it

You wouldn't lie to him about that right? RIGHT?

But why didn't you tell him sooner!? He could've been there for support like you always supported him!!

He texted you saying he would be visiting soon

He made a quick phone call to Dia for help getting to the human world

"Yeah let's not tell Lucifer yet heheheh"

He hurriedly grabbed a few figures and collectibles to go pawn off...kids are expensive!

After selling some things he bought some baby stuff and a gift for you...the mother of his child!!

When he finally made it to the human world he cried when he held his own purple-haired baby boy

The baby cried too lmao

The baby shifted into demon form & Levi wailed even more at his beautiful copy+paste baby

Both stopped crying when you played some anime on the tv

"I-I have a ring for you...w-will you marry me? I'll be the best husband and dad I can be!" ♡

He was planning on asking anyway; this just sped things up

He wasn't sure but he thinks his kid was giving him the stink eye when he was taking too much time with you...jealousy!?

Satan:

"You're telling me this now?"

Yeah he was angry

He had a hard time believing it but he knew you wouldn't lie about something like that

After the call, he grew excited and couldn't wait to visit

Told Lucifer what was going on ASAP and he let him go to you

He tried to read as much as he could from parenting books while on the way to you

He brought some gifts and offered to let you nap while he bonded with his daughter

Yeah she shifted into demon form after being held by him

He cooed at her, brushing her blonde hair lightly, remembering his own birth

"Daddy might've been an accident, but you're definitely not. Just a beautiful surprise. ♡"

He would do anything you asked of him, he just wanted to take care of his own little family

"Hey listen to me...I won't ever let you two down. I swear it.♡"

His daughter angrily yanked the new kitty plushie from his hands and smacked him before giggling

Asmo:

"Ahaha...riiight. That's not the first time someone's tried that on me! And triplets!? "

He loved you but that was a weird joke to pull so many months later

Seriously, triplets? You had to be joking!

You were a little hurt but you kind of understood his reaction

Either way you wanted Asmo to meet them and decided to do a surprise visit

You contacted Dia for help and Barb escorted you safely to the Devildom (it was hard moving around with 3 babies!)

You nervously waited with your babies at Dia's castle while they summoned Asmo first before the other brothers

"Lord Diavolo, I'm he-" you heard Asmo gasp

He froze and took in what was in front of him

"You weren't joking!?"

He sobbed and cried out apologies to you, as he tried to figure out how he could pick them all up (sorry only two at a time!)

You handed him the two girls and watched as they shifted into demon form in his arms

Mini Asmos!

He excitedly talked about all the different outfits you could all wear and match as a family

You took one of the baby girls and handed him the boy and watched as he too shifted

"You're my family! My big beautiful family! Papa will make you all proud! I'll work SO hard!♡"

The other brothers happily joined the gathering a few minutes later

Every time someone picked up one of the babies, they were happy and friendly!

Beel:

"Huh? What? What do you mean? ... I'M COMING."

Mixed emotions: Anger for not telling him. Excited that you had his child. Sad that he wasn't there to support you on the journey. Happy overall for his new family.

He wasted no time after you told him, he called on Lucifer to let him go to the human world. His brothers caught wind and wanted to go too.

Teared up when he saw you standing and holding his baby boy, he gave a big soft family hug

Was surprised and excited when his baby shifted into demon form when he held him

It was a mini him!

He was absolutely in love with his new family

"I will give you both everything. No matter what. I will take care of you two, always.♡"

Wouldn't stop doting on you two

Growled when Belphie wanted a turn to hold his baby...he might've been a little too protective

But everyone did get a turn eventually

His baby bit/nibbled everyone at some point

Belphie:

"Twins!? Mine!? When!? You should've said something!"

Was upset you kept it from him. Scared because what if he fails you and them? But was happy to have his own little family

As soon as he hung up, he quickly called Lucifer for help and had Beel accompany to the human world

Freaked out because what do babies need? What did you need? He hurriedly bought ready made baby gift baskets hoping it would help somewhat

Each step towards your place was nerve wracking and exhilarating

Having Beel there soothed him a little so he was thankful

Belphie thought you looked so beautiful standing there holding his twins in little cow print onesies

He nervously held both and teared up when they shifted and they looked so much like him

The baby boy started crying and he freaked out

"Yeah he cries a lot. The girl however is very quiet and sleeps easily."

Belphie hummed a lullaby and soothed his son who rested happily on him.

"This is better than any dream.I will do my best to make you and them proud.That's a promise.♡"

Beel patted his back letting him know he had him and the others

His babies seemed to like cuddling a lot. They really liked holding fingers tightly.

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*Super long* Authors Note/Ramblings: Moved those notes to my AO3 journal lol

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me hcs #obey me f!mc #obey me imagines #obey me scenarios #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me fluff #obey me humor #◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic obey me . ⊹

[youunravelme]

Could u do like you and jack are secretly dating and get caught like kissing or smth at the lake hosue and Trevor is like dying?

when jack first suggested you keep your relationship a secret, you initially thought run because there was no way a man wanted to keep you a secret if he wasn't cheating on you.

but six months later, it was second nature.

and truth be told, it was kinda fun.

sneaking around, sneaking kisses, keeping everyone out of the loop of something much bigger than an inside joke from childhood. all of it was better than you anticipated.

there were moments that were easier than others, like the moment you were in currently.

you wore sunglasses for two reasons.

it was bright as hell on the boat that day with the sun reflecting off the water

you could unashamedly stare at your boyfriend with no one picking up on it (as much)

after wake boarding, jack took the seat next to you, leaving just enough room between the two of you so no one would suspect anything.

"you okay?" he asked over the sound of the wind. "you haven't wake boarded yet."

you nodded. "just enjoying the view."

jack smiled but didn't have a rebuttal.

"i think it's your turn!" quinn shouted at you. part of you wanted to refuse, jack was finally giving you some attention, but you knew what it would look like if you insisted on staying on the boat when in the past, you would've jumped straight into the lake.

so you acquiesced and jumped into the lake.

you didn't get any one on one time with jack until later in the evening when quinn, luke, and trevor went to pick up the pizzas. you were curled under jack's arm the second you both heard the car pull away from the house.

"did you have a good day?" he mumbled into the side of your head before placing a kiss there.

you smiled up at him before he kissed it away. "of course, but i'm exhausted. i could sleep until lunch tomorrow."

"mhm sure. we both know you'll be up and ready to go out on the water tomorrow morning."

jack kissed you before you could reply, choosing to cut you off in your favorite way possible. you weren't sure how long you were kissing when the front door slammed open and trevor's screaming could be heard.

"i fucking knew it!" he shouted and the two of you pulled away from each other, faces warm with embarrassment. trevor turned around to the remaining two hughes brothers. quinn looked mildly uncomfortable while luke just looked hungry. "didn't i say something was up with them?" he pointed at you. "you never turn down a chance to go get pizza."

"how long has this been going on?" quinn asked.

you and jack exchanged a glance. "about six months," he said.

"months?" trevor replied.

you nodded but pushed your face into the sleeve of jack's shirt.

"are you done, trev?" jack asked. "i think you've proven your point." his arm tightened around you despite the audience you now have.

"yeah," he said. "just know that i'm happy for you two."

"let's eat," luke piped up, finally making his way through the doorway and placing the pizza on the coffee table.

the five of you ate and shared funny stories from the day all the while you could finally curl up under your boyfriend and stare at him without sunglasses on.

it was fun keeping a secret, but nothing compared to the joy of being his openly.

#jack hughes #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes x reader #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #nhl blurb #my writing

[tem60]

"fragile"

Jotaro x gender neutral reader

hii! it's my first oneshot I've written on tumblr. I hope it turned out ok. anyway, have a good day and enjoy the story from Jotaro's pov! he's a softie inside and we all know it

also I miiight be opening requests soon, I'll let y'all know when I'm ready<<

word count: 1981

warnings: there's that one swear word.. at the very beginning

Each day we're getting closer to ending it all. Each day welcomes us with difficulties such as stand user or other cases. And each day I can't help but notice how different they seem. They're anxious, but they smile at me, or other crusaders. They're being nice to everyone, even though they're also having it rough to fight and survive this hell of a time. Their stand heals our every wound even if it takes a lot of energy to do so. How can they stay so positive about everything like this? And why do I envy them at some point?

I'm scared of what tomorrow could bring, although I know I must stay strong for the others. It's getting harder and harder each fucking way to do so. And yet they stay happy, or at least it seems like that. As far as I know they were good at keeping secrets, especially about themselves and their abilities. After all, I saw their stand only a week ago, and we're on our journey for about a month now. After that fight with Anubis, the stand that used swordsmanship and his own strength at best he could to crush our lives, they did manifest it that day. That fight wasn't as successful as I wanted it to be but I've never been this tired in my life to even think about it. Or at least never been while on this trip. They showed their stand on impulse, as if they didn't mean it to and yet they'd done it. They healed me. I was tired and thought that another stand was after us, I got scared because how was I supposed to protect Polnareff, them or even myself at that point? However everything was alright, at least that's what they'd told me.

My mom.. what if we fail? I wouldn't be able to hear her caring voice, would I? I'm trying to be strong but it seems as if it's never enough. I'm getting tired, each day I don't think we're going to make it, but I always throw away these kind of thoughts to stay strong. After all they all rely on me, don't they? I rely on myself. I should be able to do it so.. why am I here, now?

I've never been worried this much in my life, not when I matured enough to be responsible for my actions. Why has it come to this? Me, not being able to sleep because of them, crying. It can't be real right? When have I become this soft for anyone? Weren't I afraid of being rejected before? And why do their voice rings in my head and I recall every moment they helped me get through something, even if I didn't ask for it.

I'm sick of it. I'm sick of them being all nice to me. I've had enough of seeing their face they make when I make an attempt on making a joke. I hate it when they laugh at it even though it wasn't that funny. Their eyes, God how much I hate them. Behind those eyes hides no pity, only indulgence and patience. I'm sick of liking the sound of their voice, the way their eyes focus on me to make sure I'm okay. Their touch. Gentle touches, I thought only my mother could give them. Their touches aren't needy or curious, they seek my consent before doing anything. They respect me a little bit too much, I hate it so much. Especially now.

I've just woken up from that.. dream I've had. It was bizarre, that's all I know. I heard some noises next to me, that's why I woke up in the first place, right? But I couldn't just turn around and see what was behind me that was making all this noises. I knew exactly what it was, I just couldn't do it. As if I was frozen, I couldn't move nor breathe, I just listend to the way they cried behind me on their own bed that was next to mine. I begged to move, to do something, and yet I couldn't. It was frustrating, I started to panic slowly. I've never thought that comforting someone would be this hard on it's own.

Hearing them cry broke my heart. I've never seen them sad, nor with a frown on their face. Always smiling, wishing best for everyone and hoping to keep them safe. And yet here they are. They must have snapped, what other could've happened that made them cry like this? They were crying quietly, as if afraid of waking me up even though I'm already awake, yet they don't know that. They don't know I can hear every breath they take, or the way they try to quiet down their hiccups just to not let anyone hear them.

We all have a hard time being here, in Egypt. I should've let them cry, right? That should help them more than my simple words, I probably won't make a whole sentence even if I tried. Then why bother? I'll just try and go back to sleep, why should I care about that?

Yet here I found myself slowly turning to face them. It's dark, the only light that is emitting their shaking frame is the moon itself, as if it was showing me the way. It made me move on my own, as if I was hypnotised. By what exactly? I'm not sure. My chest started to hurt really badly, I had to do something. But shouldn't I not care and let them be? Wouldn't it be best to let them do it themselves? In fact, I'm not sure myself. Automatically I stood up from my bed and walked towards them, their back was facing me so they shouldn't have noticed me. Unless they heard me stand up and walk up go them? They must have really kept the watch out for me. Why are they like this? What happened to them?

They turned to me as if scared that I would hurt them. But they weren't scared of me, no. They must have been afraid of me eavesdropping on their little cries, that's what made them catch their breath in their chest and look at me while all I did was look at them back. Stunned as I was, all I could do was cough awkwardly and look everywhere else but their eyes.

"You uh.. you alright?" I said while feeling the nervousness build up in my stomach and a certain pain in my chest as I said those words. Their tears were shining under the moonlight that came through the small window we had in this flat. Yet they seemed to just be shocked by my presence, especially since I was standing above them.

They hadn't said anything. All they did was catch my bigger hand in theirs and bring me down to sit next to them. So I did, with a little hesitation in my movements.

They couldn't look at me, I saw the way they tried to look everywhere else but me, I've done that minutes ago, that's why it was easier to notice it. But I didn't judge them for it. In fact, I opened my arms and offered them silently a hug. I don't know what's going on but perhaps this could help? My mum used to always hug me when I was distressed, it did usually help me but she.. she said a lot of comforting words that came straight out of her heart. I couldn't do it, I'm not as open as my mum is.

Thankfully they hugged me back, in fact with absolutely no hesistation. I secured them in my arms holding around their smaller frame and let them cry their eyes out as if I was a shoulder they could cry on. My frowning eyes were focused on the door that was behind them, I couldn't think about anything logically. All I had in mind was this urge to make them smile again, to help them get through it all, without knowing the reason behind it. I patted their head a few times, hiding it in my shoulder while their arms were around my neck, hugging it tightly and crying together, but this time not as quietly as before.

I didn't judge them, in fact I didn't do much at all. And yet after a few minutes they broke the hug and looked at me with this gorgeous smile I wanted to see before. This smile that keeps me up at night and each time starts a fire in my heart. Am I becoming too soft for them? Old man told me about that feeling when he met grandma. It was similar to what I felt towards them now. I envied them before but now I see that we have some things in common. They're like a sea of emotions and hobbies I wish to find myself swimming in everyday, even dive in the deepest parts of it if possible. So mysterious and dangerous, I want to be able to seek for answers on their behaviour. I need to know that they're okay.

That realisation was the reason why I let myself slip a small smile, also in response to them lifting corners of those lips that said so many nice things to me, to all of the crusaders or other people I never cared to acknowledge. And now, those specific lips opened up a little to leave only a few quiet words for me.

"Thank you, Jotaro" - was what they whispered this night. I didn't do anything and yet they thanked me for it. Why did it leave a warm feeling in my chest? They were just appreciating the silence that fell between us. "It means a lot" then they added. I smiled up even more after those words, but quickly hid my face under the brim of my hat.

"Don't mention it." I told them while still having my arms around them. Since when was their touch so addictive? It's like I didn't want them to leave my arms. "Do you.. want to talk about it?" was what I said next, not being sure of what's bound to happened next.

All they did was shake their head, I didn't push any further, knowing how I myself didn't appreciate others doing it. Minutes has passed and we lied down on the mattress, it was a cold night after all, that was why we lied down together. I decided to sleep next to them that night. Why? Even I have no idea. The feeling of not being there for them hurt a lot more than one could've imagined. They didn't seem to mind me sleeping next to them so.. I believe it's alright.. for now. As long as I get to be their safe spot in those dark times, I'm sure we'll be fine.

That night I promised to keep them safe, no matter if their problems were huge, or trivial. I refused to believe that I could be no longer next to them to spend similar moments like these. That was another reason why I wanted to keep on fighting. I wanted to help my mum, save those who are dear to me and to have this ability of seeing Y/N next to me, simply having them close around and safe.

I felt their arms sneek around my waist. I smiled under my nose and put my other hand around their frame in hesistation. That feeling was satisfying. And it was mutual, I felt them relax under my hand which resulted in me taking a deep breath and surprisingly finding myself also relaxing in their touch.

That night, was also the night they both finally got a good sleep while being on this journey for about a month now.

so yeah this is it, I hope this small piece brings some comfort to your lives, cus I know things can get tough.. to anyone who needs this: im proud of you and hope youll be doing better soon! i believe in you guys so much :D and thank you for your time!

#jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #jjba jotaro #comfort #small angst #jotaro kujo #oneshot

[butterfrogmantis]

what the hell do archie and skelly have going on lol

FDJSKFKS GOOD FUCKING QUESTION

I don't.

I don't know fjdkf

The best way I can (and have in the past) described it is 'married in all forms except legal and physical' and what I mean by that is there's no canonical romantic relationship but they're basically a package deal at this point and act like a married couple but their official status is /p besties because Butters is a coward and denies the "Archie [REDACTED] [REDACTED]" allegations (//inside joke).

When I first made Skelly I thought he was gonna be a kind of 'draw him, think about him once every three years and never again' and for a while he was, it wasn't UNTIL I realised how funny it would be to have a skeleton and an archaeologist as friends that I started to actually develop Skelly and the historical brothers more so I can no longer separate the 3 of them. And I do love Pal also but he's slightly less relevant to Skelly since Pal's thing is dinos.

Anyway back to topic, Skelly and Archie's original dynamic was gonna be 'Archie wants to study him, Skelly hates his guts' but now it's 'Archie wants to study him, Skelly hates this aspect but otherwise loves Archie (not romantic or queerplatonic but a secret third thing- carbon dating)'

For some reason romancing a skeleton seems weirder than say. A ghost or vampire? Character dates thousand year old ghost/vampire? Cool pop off a love story for the ages no one finds this weird. Skeleton? Eyebrow raise, someone's going to jail. The lack of flesh perhaps? Skelly is a fully sentient / sapient being after all he just lacks ... errrr skin, organs and muscles. Tho that never stopped the Sans fangirls.

But more so than that the dynamic is just twice as funny if they're not ACTUALLY dating but everyone thinks they are / jokes are made around the topic. Like I'll make 1 million jokes that are shippy in nature without it actually being a 'thing'.

Now Archie DID have a crush on Swashbuckler that much was canon. But that exists within a fraction of a small part of a 'going back in time' part of an au and isn't super relevant other than to be the morally correct version /lh . It's like a weird love triangle where there's only two characters and Archie is down bad for Swashbuckler but "come on dude Skelly's a corpse" - but on his end, Skelly has some canonical jealousy issues surrounding Archie (noted in particular towards Rafflesia but that may because she's a more socially acceptable form of undead)

As far as BV goes they exist in a sort of outside the venn diagram situation where literally any dynamic between them goes it just depends on the day and mood they're in. (I'm in, I'm the one making the dumb bone jokes) It's like a weird red string of fate thing they're life partners but not life partners. Just some guy and his skeleton tombmate. Roommate. Oh my god they were shroommates.

There's also gonna be an issue of Archie's gonna die one day and that's really gonna fuck Skelly up because it'll be one of the first deaths since his reanimation that's gonna hurt. Maybe give it a thousand years and get a new necromancer to bring back SkeleArchie then we can have this convo again.

#butterfrog answers #butterverse asks #smurfs #the smurfs #first ever open to interpretation from me /hj

[lorkai]

Lilia as your dad

A/N: Head empty, just this gremlin screaming and running around until I finally write this down. So come get your gremlin if you like him and fluff combined lol.

Lilia naturally has a way with children. They are always funny and honest, and they make him feel a peace he never thought he would feel when he was on the battlefield. He saw a lot that traumatized him, a lot of blood and bodies, so being surrounded by kids and their antics helped him find himself when he had nightmares and war trauma. He will never forget how he took care of Malleus since he was just an egg ready to hatch, how he crawled out and breathed in for the first time was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Holding him in his arms gave him a sense of belonging and made him realize he wanted more children, little ones that he could raise and help.

Regardless of whether you are his adopted or biological child, human or fae, Lilia will treat you very well. Obviously he has his mistakes as a father and as an fae but he is always working to make up for those mistakes and apologizes when he is wrong. He is naturally a busy fae, but he can easily be found going to your imaginary tea parties, playing with you, teaching you to fight, or just taking you to work with him.

Lilia says he's proud of every little achievement you've achieved and offers you good hugs. Plus, he takes you and Silver out to the fanciest and most expensive restaurant every now and then to celebrate something important. And it is customary for him to put you to bed and cover you with a warm blanket, kissing your forehead.

You 100% have inside jokes and a secret handshake.

Also, Lilia loves to read you stories. He is the best narrator and manages to make the dialogues funnier with the voices he imitates. Books may vary. Fantasy, mystery and if you like, horror. There are also movie nights where you, Malleus, Silver, Sebek and your dad get together to watch silly movies. He's also the type of person who talks to the character all the time, Silver is already used to but Sebek always complains about it while you and Malleus find this funny.

It's common for Malleus to find you in a pillow fort in Lilia's room, where you spend a lot of time reading manga and watching anime, debating about the strongest characters from and eating junk food. Not that you know but these debates are said so that your observation and perception are more keen than that of other people, so that you are able to perceive if a person and their intentions are good, because he will not always be there to protect you and that's why he gives you mental exercises like this. Besides, you always end up sleeping in the comfort of the fort, warm and between a mess of arms and legs. It's lovely to see.

  He's a busy parent as mentioned as he's preparing Malleus to ascend the throne, but he also always has time to talk to Silver and you about your respective issues. With him you can talk about your feelings and he always talks about how valid they are so you don't repress them and end up with some emotional block. He also gives the best advice when you're having a hard time or just went after him because of a nightmare, either way he always ends up pulling you down onto his chest and feeling combing gently on your scalp, singing the same lullaby that put Malleus and Silver to sleep. 

While everyone accepts you in their little family, they also have to accept that you and Lilia are constantly in a war to see who can prank them the most. Malleus is pretty hard to fall for your pranks, but he always plays along so you don't feel bad. And Silver doesn't even care since half the time he's sleeping. But Sebek, poor crocodile, is running around being surprised by you and your father with equally sadistic smiles, his words, not mine. And when he starts chasing the two of you to scold you about how you've been bothering Waka-sama, the two of you have fun hiding in the castle. The place is huge and Sebek doesn't even know half of the hiding places shared between you and Lilia.

Finally, Lilia probably teaches you some magic tricks. In addition to training and fighting with you, with weapons like a sword or bow or just with your fists, he wants you to be strong physically and mentally so that you know how to defend yourself when he can't be there in time. This is a fear of his that you may not be able to understand, but as a general he has many known enemies and spies always trying to get close to him and his only weaknesses are his children.

     At the end of the night he always says I love you before he goes to sleep and makes sure you're comfortable and warm in your covers. He always tries to be a good father to you and his brother Silver.

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #twst lilia vanrouge #twst lilia #lilia vanrouge #child!reader #child!mc

[heygerald]

old habits die hard - bonus chapter (set between pt 5/6)

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x oc

Rooster loses a bet to Phoenix. But, seriously, how he was supposed to know that Buzz might actually get along with Hangman? 

read the story here: part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / *bonus chapter* / part 4 / part 5 / ... / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / *say yes*

“Okay Bradshaw,” Phoenix starts, squeezing herself onto the bench between Stitch and Fanboy with an elbow to both, before she sits down at the table fully. She has a large bowl of salad in her hand that all the boys wrinkle their noses at, but as she arches a devious brow at Bradley, he figures that she hasn’t come to lecture them on their choice of protein. “This has been going on long enough; pay up.” 

Bradley arches a brow right back at her as the boys glance at him curiously.

“Pay up for… what, exactly?”

“The bet,” she says primly, as if that explains everything, and—fuck—it sorta does, but he really doesn’t want to have to talk about it right here and now with everyone else listening in. As if sensing this, she gives him a sharp, knowing smile. “Yeah, you know what I’m talking about. Now, cough up the money. A hundred dollars would look really nice in my hand right about now.” 

Rooster rolls his eyes at her impertinence. 

Even if he was certain that he had, in fact, lost the bet, he wasn’t about to accept defeat without a good bit of arguing first. Afterall, a hundred dollars was a hell of a lot of drinks, and with the mission only a day away, he could really use that money when they made it back shoreside. 

To forget? To celebrate? To mourn? 

Whatever the reason, Bradley really wanted that money. Plus, he really didn’t want to fork it up to Phoenix when she was wearing that smug, little smile of hers. He wondered if Hangman taught it to her back during their Top Gun days. 

Arguing is pointless, though, because the other boys are now curious. 

“Bet?” Stitch asks, mouth curling as if he can smell something exciting. “What bet?”

“Yeah, what are you guys talking about?” Fanboy pokes further. 

Phoenix continues to smile. 

In fact, her smile seems to grow a little bit bigger now that the others are needling their way into the conversation, and Bradley pinches the bridge of his nose knowing that it would be a whole big thing. Despite liking attention when he was sitting behind a piano, this isn’t exactly the sort of attention that he enjoys. 

“Nothing,” he says, though it’s a pathetic attempt at best. “It’s just an inside joke.” 

“Sounds like it’s more than just an inside joke,” Stitch drags on, never one to let a secret go when he caught wind of it. Bradley refrains from kicking the WSO in his shins beneath the table, though he’s now starting to understand why he catches Zoe smacking him in the back of the head at least ten times a day. “I mean, I have plenty of inside jokes, but I don’t ever put money down on them. Especially not that much money.” 

“That’s because you don’t have that much money to bet,” Fanboy drawls. 

Stitch swings his head to glare at the WSO, but…

Well, he can’t really argue the fact that he’s pretty fucking broke right now, and everybody else knows it. So, instead, he just waves a hand around vaguely in the air before turning his attention to Phoenix. “Well? What’s the big secret then? Nobody likes a tease, Phoenix.” 

Phoenix narrows her eyes at him shrewdly. 

“I mean,” Stitch amends while scrubbing his hand through his buzz cut, “people do like a tease, not that you are a tease, but… ok, fuck, whatever, big surprise that I said something stupid. Let’s move on.”

“Really? Just like that?” Fanboy snorts. 

“Let’s move on,” Stitch continues, still waving his hands around. Bradley laughs at his antics; how could he not? The WSO actually was funny, unintentional or not, but Phoenix still has that glare on her face. Stitch huffs miserably. “Oh, come on! It’s not the worst thing I’ve said and it certainly won’t be the last. That’s old news. But this? This is new news. So, just tell us what you’re talking about already.” 

Phoenix arches a brow at his rambling, but relents.

That smile is promptly back in place now, and Rooster has to actively prevent himself from fleeing the moment she settles it back onto him. “We had a bet that Buzzard and Hangman would get together before the end of training. I said they would; Bradshaw said they wouldn’t. Pretty adamantly too, actually.” 

Fanboy snorts into his drink. 

“Shove it,” Bradley tells him as he finishes the last bite of his dinner. The dining hall is pretty empty right now, thank god, and so there’s no one to hear the conversation in the first place. But that also adds a note of misery as he knows that this debate won’t end for any reason short of divine intervention. “She’s the one who offered the bet up, I just went with it because I thought she was wrong. Still do, actually. Seeing as how they aren’t together.” 

“They totally are,” Phoenix chirps. 

Bradley shakes his head. “No way. And I’m sure as fuck not forking over a hundred dollars if you don’t give me some proof.” 

“Quick question, when we say together,” Stitch interjects with a pale finger. “Do we mean, like, they were seen hanging out in the same vicinity without killing one another, or do we mean that he’s been sticking it in her—?”

“I swear to god, Stitch, do not finish that sentence,” Phoenix throws her head back with a groan. Stitch rolls his eyes at her dramatics, but for once, he takes the instructions without any further threats. Bradley is pretty sure that’s because Phoenix has hit him before and he knows that her fists can do some real damage. “We just mean together. And they so are.” 

“Are not,” Bradley huffs. 

“Well,” Fanboy shrugs almost thoughtfully, “they have been acting all weird lately. I was wondering if something was going on. You should have seen them laughing during class the other day.” 

“There has been a lot of giggling.” 

“Buzz is always giggling,” Bradley huffs. 

“I don’t think Buzz knows how to giggle,” Stitch deadpans. The others agree, though, and Bradley is left feeling both annoyed and curious because, well, yeah, that was actually right. Zoe Preston had never giggled around him before. “Plus, he saved her a seat this morning at breakfast. And... she took it.” 

“He also told her she flew well the other day,” Fanboy adds. 

“That still doesn’t mean anything,” Bradley declares. He’s not about to admit defeat just because Buzz and Hangman had been getting along better with one another. That didn’t mean anything. 

Just that, you know, she liked him as a friend. Which wasn’t weird. 

Buzz had tons of friends. 

“They definitely aren’t fighting anymore,” Fanboy tells the table after a moment of consideration. It isn’t exactly news; they had all noticed how less hostile she had been with the blonde in the past couple of days. Ever since dogfight football, actually. “I mean, she doesn’t glare at him anymore. And he’s almost nice when she’s around.” 

They all consider that. Phoenix scrunches up her nose. Stitch snorts. 

Fanboy amends with, “well, he’s less of a total dick, anyways.” 

“That doesn’t mean they’re together,” Bradley says, again. But the longer this conversation is going on the less sure he is of his stance. 

“There’s been a lot of staring too,” Phoenix tacks on. “Mostly Hangman staring at her, but I’ve caught Buzz staring at him a couple times too; those big stupid heart eyes of hers are so difficult to ignore when we’re supposed to be listening to Maverick’s incessant lecturing.”

“Still doesn’t prove anything.”

“He poured her a cup of coffee at lunch,” Fanboy says, as Stitch adds, “and they were sitting pretty close on the couch today.” 

“None of that is proof. Christ, you guys. Seriously? This is Buzz we’re talking about. I mean, Stitch,” Bradley huffs, turning to the WSO as if he’s his last saving grace in this argument. A dismal thought at best; though Stitch was talented in the cockpit, depending on the man was like throwing your best white shirt into the wash with a pink sock. Disastrous at the best of times, downright expensive at the worst. “Come on, you know Buzz. You spend all day with her. Tell Phoenix that it’s nothing. Just because Hangman is drooling a little bit over her doesn’t mean that they’re together.” 

“Alright,” Stitch shrugs easily, turns to Phoenix, and says, “it’s nothing. Just because Hangman is drooling a little bit over her doesn’t mean that they’re together.” 

Rooster palms his face. Phoenix smacks Stitch over the back of the head.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“For being a smart ass,” Phoenix tells him, much to Stitch’s chagrin.

“That’s pretty much all I do,” he rubs the spot with a wince, now glaring at everyone at the table as if they all had a part in it. “Besides, Buzz is my pilot. What we talk about in the cockpit is not for me to share no matter how much money is on the table about it. Attorney-client privileges and all that.” 

“Not at all how that works,” Fanboy smarts. 

“And not at all true, either,” Phoenix taunts. Though, despite her aggressive tone, her smile has crept back in place. “But you did just admit that you talked about something with her, and Coyote has been talking to Hangman all week about this, which means that there’s something to talk about. Which means, you owe me a hundred bucks, Rooster.” 

“That’s a stretch,” Bradley declares, then crosses his arms. 

“It is not! Everybody is noticing how they are with each other. It’s pathetic.”

“I’m not saying that Hangman isn’t pathetic. I’m just saying that laughing and sitting close to each other on the couch and saving her a seat at breakfast doesn’t mean that they’re a thing now. Friends, sure, I’ll buy that.” 

“You’re in denial,” Phoenix rolls her eyes.

“And you’re a gold digger,” he throws back. Fanboy snickers while Stitch chokes on his drink, but they both manage to act normal when Phoenix eyes them sharply. 

“Come on,” Bradley nudges Fanboy. “Do you believe her?”

“Yeah, sorry P, I don’t know. I think he makes a good point. They’re definitely getting along better, but I’m not sure that means anything else. Hangman is treating her like any other girl; he gets all horny and excited, but after she turns him down, they’re gonna go back to how they were,” Fanboy says. And, although they weren’t exactly the best of friends, Bradley suddenly finds himself greatly enjoying the WSO’s presence at the table. He even claps him on the shoulder. “None of this proof and if you expect him to pay you a hundred dollars, you better have some proof.”

“Define proof,” Phoenix demands. 

“You know, like you saw them kissing or heard them having sex or—” 

“Or watched Hangman walk her to her room at three am,” Stitch says. 

“Or watched Hangman walk her to her room at three am,” Fanboy repeats with a nod towards Stitch. But then, the whole table thinks about how weirdly specific that comment was, and they all turn to gape at him. Stitch, of course, doesn’t notice as he’s too busy mixing up a protein shake. “Um... what?”

“Hm?”

Fanboy clears his throat, and finally Stitch glances up. 

“What? What’d I say?” he asks, as if he didn’t know.

And, well, Bradley figures that there is a pretty good chance that he didn't actually know. At the rate that Stitch talks it’s a miracle if he’s able to retain a third of what he says, but this particular thing seems a bit more important than his normal level of blabbering, and Bradley arches a brow to let him know that. 

“Stitch? Did you see Hangman walk Buzz to her room at three am?” he asks; carefully, slowly, like one might speak to a toddler or a very old, confused woman. 

Stitch makes a face as if he isn’t really sure why that is what they’re stuck on. 

“Oh. Yeah, totally, last night,” he tells them with a flippant wave of the hand. He goes back to shaking his bottle, but when Phoenix elbows him with a particularly sharp glare, he pauses with a huffy roll of the eyes. “I didn’t even realize it was storming, but the sound of the rain woke up right around three, and I really needed to piss. Like, I didn’t even drink that much, but goddamn if I barely made it to the bathroom and—” 

“Stitch,” Phoenix pinches the bridge of her nose. “Focus.” 

“—and,” he continues as if she hadn’t just interrupted him, “when I came back, he was standing outside her door. She looked like she had just woken up, so, I don’t know, maybe she had fallen asleep in his room or something, but there was definitely something going on.” 

“Like?” Fanboy asks. 

“Like, I don’t know, something. They were all whispering and stuff, and they were standing pretty close to one another and after she shut her door he had this stupid look on his face.” 

“Look?”

Stitch huffs, waves a hand in front of his face, and says, “Christ, I don’t know! A look. With him that could mean literally anything. He could be constipated or bloated or smug or it could have been his ‘I just had an orgasm’ face!” 

“Ugh,” Bradley ran a hand over his face with a grimace. “Dude.” 

“I don’t know!” 

“Well, why didn’t you mention this earlier?” Phoenix demands, completely ignoring the way that Bradley had gone a little pale in the face. Whether or not she wanted her friend to be sexing up Hangman didn’t matter. This was Buzzard they were talking about. Buzz and Hangman. There really was no way to not be invested in the conversation. “And don’t you fucking say it’s attorney-client privileges. You spent an hour this morning walking me through the very vivid dream you had about Buzz wearing lingerie in your jet last night.” 

“You asked.” 

“I asked how you slept!” Phoenix cries, so close to hitting Stitch again but so close to having Bradley admit defeat that she somehow reins in her exasperation. “But, whatever. Stitch. Are you sure it was them?”

Stitch frowns. “What? Do you think I’m blind? I know what Zoe looks like. And I know what Hangman looks like too. It’s hard not to when he’s always just there, waving around his good looks and charisma in everyone’s face as if he’s paid to do it or something. The amount of times that fucker has been in my dreams is concerning at this point.” 

Bradley, head still in his hands, knows what’s coming next. Knows it like a bird knows when it’s going to storm. Knows it like a gut feeling that he didn’t even realize he had. 

“I fucking told you!” Phoenix exclaims with a victorious grin.

Part of him wonders why she’s so happy about this. From everything she had said about their past, he got the very distinct idea that Phoenix did not, in any way, approve of Hangman. Particularly not as someone for Zoe to… date. Or, whatever else they did. In fact, she had told him several times over the last few years that she had never understood why those two were drawn to one another in the first place.

But, maybe, she really wants a hundred dollars.

Or, maybe, as Zoe wanders into the cafeteria with Hangman at her shoulder, laughing loudly and smiling brightly and looking a little bit too relaxed for someone that had been up at three am the night before, Phoenix just wants her friend to be happy.

Which, fuck, of course he did too. 

But Hangman? Seriously? There weren’t any other options? 

“What is it about him?” he mutters aloud. No one has a real answer for him as they all watch the duo stop to talk to Coyote, Yale, and Harvard. “There has to be something I’m not seeing.” 

“I don’t even care anymore at this point,” Phoenix says. “They can do whatever they want so long as he doesn’t pull me into it. Now, pay up.” 

Bradley swings his gaze to Phoenix; examines her smile, her gleeful eyes, her knowing look, and then promptly scoffs. “No.” 

“What?”

“I’m not paying you shit,” he shakes his head, dead set on being a sore loser if it means that he can ignore the reality that his best friend might actually have feelings for someone as aggravating as Jake Seresin. “I still don’t believe it, and the bet is still on.” 

“You dick!” she slugs him across the table, knocking over everything in her way as she does so. 

“Ow!” 

“Pay me my money!” She hits him again.

“No!”

“Bradshaw, I swear to god—!” 

A shadow falls over the table, and a smooth staccato voice cuts through the violence quick and sharp enough to have the aviators freezing in their seats. “Christ, Bradshaw, what’d you do to piss of Phoenix so much?”

They all turn to find Hangman staring at them. Smiling, sorta. Laughing, definitely. 

“He’s just being an asshole,” Phoenix tells him succinctly before slowly sinking back into her seat. Bradley is thankful for the reprieve—he was pretty sure that she could have cracked a rib if she kept going—but then he considers the fact that Hangman is standing right next to him and he’s frowning before he can stop himself. Phoenix keeps going, though. “Because he knows that I’m right and just won’t admit it.” 

“She’s not right,” he argues.

“I am!” 

“Right about what?” Buzz asks, nearly appearing out of thin air at Hangman’s side. He smiles down at her prompting her to smile up at him with the slightest bat of her eyelashes and, Christ, maybe they were something of a thing now. Phoenix snorts into her hand and Buzz turns to eye the table in confusion. “What? Am I missing something here?”

The table glances at each other, a silent conversation passing between them in seconds, before everyone quickly shakes their head at different speeds.

“Uh, nope,” Fanboy says. 

“Not at thing,” Stitch adds. 

“Just… you know, talking about poor life choices,” Phoenix finishes. Buzz is quick to frown at that, eyes darting between the table, and at seeing her change in mood Hangman quickly frowns in confusion. 

“Poor life choices, huh?” Buzz plants her hands on her hips. 

She’s glaring almost solely at Bradley now and, not wanting to have another woman slugging him like there's no tomorrow, he clears his throat in hopes of dispelling the tension. 

“Actually, we were talking about going to the beach after this,” he lies. Stitch almost looks impressed at how quickly he had come up with that. He’s not; this isn’t the first time he’s had to be quick on his feet just to prevent Zoe from beating the shit out of him. “You know, catch the sunset, relax a little bit before tomorrow. Should be fun. You want to come along?”

She still looks suspicious, but doesn’t argue. 

“Um... sure, ”she shrugs slowly, then glances up at Hangman, and asks, “do you?”

Hangman looks surprised that she's asking him. 

Hell, the entire fucking table looks surprised that she would ask him of all people to do something as mundane as hanging out on the beach during their last night of peace before the mission. Particularly when the invite hadn’t been extended to the egomaniac. And suddenly they’re all wondering what he could have done to make her think of him in a situation like this. 

Phoenix kicks Bradley swiftly under the table, to which he grunts, mutters something under his breath that she can’t hear but that he would definitely tell her later, while Stitch just keeps shaking his drink as if it’s his goddamn job in life.

And then Hangman is grinning; not smirking, not goading, but actually grinning.

“Yeah, sure,” he says; shrugs, as if that makes him seem a little less excited about being asked in the first place. “Whatever you want to do, Buzz.” 

And—

Fuck.

Yeah, there was definitely something going on there. 

Bradley studiously ignores the pointed look Fanboy, Stitch, and Phoenix are giving him right now. Though, it’s hard with how violently red his ears are burning. Still, Buzz doesn’t notice. And Hangman doesn’t notice because he’s way too fucking busy making heart eyes at Bradley’s best friend. 

She notices that though. Nudges him a little with her elbow. Hangman clears his throat. 

“Do you guys mind waiting for us to eat first?” he asks. Not demands, not jokes, or snarls, or swears. Just simply asks as if it’s a normal conversation between friends. 

And they weren’t friends, Bradley reminds himself. Nope. That was not happening. He didn’t care how much Buzz sexed him up, there was no way that Bradley was going to let Hangman eek his way into his social circle. 

“Sure. No problem,” Phoenix tells him, smiling sweetly, obviously not at all bothered that they would now be spending their last night of calamity in the presence of Hangman and his never-ending smug attitude. Hangman pauses a little at her reaction but still doesn’t mention it. Afterall, Buzz seems over the whole thing by now, and so, with nothing but another weird look at the table, she disappears towards the buffet. 

Hangman doesn’t hesitate to follow. Like a fucking puppy. 

Once they're gone, three sets of eyes turn to stare at Rooster. All smug. All knowing. All happy that he would have to admit defeat sooner rather than later. Bradley drops his head into his hands both to avoid Phoenix's infuriating smirk and Stitch's dumbass smile.

“I’ll stop at the ATM tonight,” he mutters in annoyance. Then, with a scowl tossed in Hangman's direction, he adds, “Christ. I hate that guy.” 

*Taglist (thanks for asking!) @luckyladycreator2 @rosiahills22 @the-winter-marvel33 @chaoticassidy @ashleyzhu0514 @fulla02 @puriini @yanak324 @sopheeg @alanadetigy @blue-aconite @dempy @actuallybarb

#jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin x oc #hangman x oc #jake seresin x oc #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fanfiction #old habits die hard #bonus chapter

[quinnick]

The end of the year is near! Give a shoutout to your favorite blogs and tag them to spread positivity before the year ends! (from: a secret anon)

Okay, here goes nothing. Sorry if I miss anyone because I am speed running this with 28 minutes exactly until 2023 !!!

Without further a-do (yes? no? yes? no?), in no particular order, my list

@kidovna - just like... They make art on a different level. I love all their art and may have felt super cool when they followed me back. I love all her art an unrealistic amount and just follow for some cool art and a nice person <3

@nnilkyway - Like, he's just so cool and sweet and truly has a unique art style. I think all their art is super squishable. (Sorry, I want to pick it up and squish it all that one gif of someone petting a cat). I love seeing his art so much and also, every time I see one of their outfits I get a little jealous honestly. Love ya mwah /p

@sleepymrshmllow - cuddly art. Seriously, I wanted to squish yvie's art but Kas' art is just cuddle up with 40 blankets with hot coco and just stare at their art for eternity. I love it all and by far my favorite drawings of Mike in a skirt. Love to see it.

@strangeswift - Mwah mwah mwah (I am obsessed with mwahing right now ignore me). Obsessed with her writing forever and ever and ever and ever and -[gunshot] She's official now with her AO3 and has the most perfect Byler fluff fic up like.... shut up forever politely. Super sweet and I always love chatting with her. Everyone send her extra love because she is sick right now, btw. Always super supportive and sends me free pics of animals. I just... mwah mwah. My 2022 would have been a little lonelier without her

@elekinetic - firing all other script writers. They are the most script writer ever. They are also super nice and supportive and mwah mwah. Like, seriously. I said I wanted to try script writing and she helped me at least get some good places to start and honestly they are just so passionate about their craft and I love that. I love ya Ella /p. And yeah, super sweet as always also does some bomb edits and mood boards. I am seriously obsessed and like can't believe we are moots and friends because she is built better then me

@untitled-byler-blog - my fav fr. Love chatting with her and just got the cozy vibes. Has a lot of killer fic that makes for great bed time stories (sorry, I always say your fics are bed time story material because I love them). Forever stuck enjoying all her fics. Truly the only one who should be allowed on AO3 ever /j. A super nice person tho who I think deserves a hug. Mwah love ya /p

@ratt-duffer - RATT, sadly Ratt is in prison. Next /j /inside joke (forgot the / for that). Seriously tho!! Everyone follow them and watch their edits and read his analyses NOW. And also the track mood board?? only acceptable Will sports hc I accept forever and ever and ever. Such a sweet person and deserves all the hugs, highfives, or whatever they would prefer. thank you. Good day

Speed run because 5 minutes until midnight

@crazycoven - hasn't been super byler active at the moment but I think it the inventor of MIWI? i am not making that up? Either way, the best person forever and ever and he makes me want to watch breaking bad. I do not like breaking bad akjfhgkfhkjf <3333

@frodohaven - the coolest blog ever forever and ever. I mean?? The name??? MUST I SAY MORE???? So sweet so sweet

@finalgirlbyers - has the best url choices ever. Funny, cool, correct, and most importantly, the best ever. So a fun person. Love seeing her random posts and how many names can get said to her. Always a treat to see her on my dash. much love forever and ever mwah <3 /p

@mlchaelwheeler - We haven't talked in a minute but always love your posts hope you know you can never change your pfp. I connect you to it forever. Seriously love seeing them on my dash. Forever and ever love ya <33333 /p

#will add on if I missed anyone #HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL MY.... WHERE EVER THIS IS #positivity #ask #anon #quinnick answers

[chrisevansluv]

DM spoke about the secret gf again saying that she believes that story is true and he has one. I remember in one of her podcasts she said she believed it because the person emailed her from a real email and gave out details then suddenly disappeared. Well, knowing this fandom’s inclination for fanfics I think it’s possible some troll sent her a fake story and seeing her interest kept feeding her details but disappeared once the fandom stopped believing the story. I wonder why DM keeps this going

It's so funny, because she totally forgot about the secret gf as soon as Alba jumped in in January. And totally forgot Chris was supposedly dating this private girl from MA last summer, when an insider told her he had been dating Alba for a year (supposedly starting around Jan 2021). And yeah, she kept saying on dms she believed the person who sent her this Alba bs. Also forgot he was going to get a tattoo for this secret gf because he got matching tattoos with Alba instead.

And there are more points. Like when she was sure Secret Girlfriend was going to Prague, but Chris showed up on a solo trip across the US a day later

She's a joke, and she should seriously give up on this bs she's trying to make everyone believe. She wasn't able to keep her story straight, and anyone feeding into her and engaging with her story on IG or on her podcast is a dumbass.

ETA: Also Secret Girlfriend is so private and special, she and her friends run to gossip sites spilling her secret relationship behind Chris' back. So lovely.

#cevansluv #dm #secret gf

[foxesarepretty]

I Love How...

There is no feeling in the universe like when I gaze adoringly into your eyes after you’ve made a joke, or told me a story about yourself that gives me that little glimpse into your history. Every new piece of information that you voluntarily give to me, makes me feel like we are special. We are different from the others. You make me want to spill my innermost thoughts and then whisper the things that I can’t even bring myself to admit,

I love being in a group of our friends, and either you or I will ask a question, that is some sort of inside joke between us. I love how you try to catch my eye after one of us has asked the question, as we both stifle our laughter and pretend it’s a serious question.

I love how we’ve recently started to try and match each other’s outfits, but we won’t say what colours we’re going to wear so we can see how telepathic we really are. We haven’t matched yet, but I love those butterflies in my chest when I’m on my way to meet you to see if todays the day we’ve finally done it and are wearing the same outfit. 

I love your laugh, and the little giggle you do when I’ve said something funny to one of our friends. I especially love how you laugh when I say something that’s caught you completely off guard. It makes me lie awake at night and try to come up with things that will elicit the same response.

I love how this week, you were on a call with someone and they were rambling, and you could barely understand them so you called me over and got me to put my face right beside yours so I could also hear them and we could laugh about it. I loved how close we were, and how you called me over specifically so I could experience this with you. I hate how much I wanted to kiss you then. How it took every inch of willpower not to turn to your pretty face, and spill everything I feel for you.

I hate the way you make me feel. I hate how I feel like a little kid whenever I know I will see you, and how I can’t stop myself from going over and analysing each interaction we have as if there is a secret message in each one that you’ve left me to try and decode. I hate how I’ve convinced myself that once I crack that code, we will be together.

I hate how my TikTok is all tarot readers telling me that soon, soon we'll be together. I hate how they tell me you are my soulmate, that we are karmic lovers, destined to be together forever. I hate how I come up with ways to text you, some sort of excuse or reason that won’t make you suspicious of how I really feel about you.

Most of all, I hate how on that Saturday night, you barely spoke to me. Hardly even looked at me, after I put in so much effort, all in the hopes of catching your eye and finally having you notice that I am meant for you, and you are meant for me. I hate how you spoke to that other girl all night, who didn't do anything wrong, how is she supposed to know what I do? I hate how you kissed her in front of everyone, and then went home with her instead of me.

I think what I hate the most, is how much I still love you, and how all of these things are true at once.

written by me

#writing #love #original content #unrequited feelings #unrequited romance #unrequited love #feelings

[herrmannhalsteadproduction]

If You Give a Mouse a Cookie (Chapter 2)

Summary: This is Part Four of my series A Herrmann/Halstead Production. It is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams. It is very much an AU, just to underscore that. It doesn't follow the same timeline and characters will follow different paths.

Part One was Oopsie Baby which you can read here.

Part Two was Promises Kept which you can read here.

Part Three was Stop Adopting My Friends which you can read here.

Part Four is all about the return of Mouse and Bex bringing him into the family/friend group. This also touches on the episode when there was a hit out on Jay.

Rating: Teen Audiences and Up

Relationships: Christopher Herrmann & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Original Female Character, Will Halstead & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead, Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz, Jay Halstead/Erin Lindsay

Warnings: Implied and referenced drug use/addiction, PTSD, minor violence, assassination attempt

A/N: I'll post the link to the ao3 page at the bottom. This story has not only an OC character, but some quirky elements which may or may not be everyone's jam. Just FYI. Please enjoy my mostly fluffy with a bit of angst story. :D

Click here for Chapter One.

Chapter Two

He didn’t disappear…not completely.

Seeing Mouse became a kind of regularly irregular thing.

Sometimes he was at Jay’s when she stopped by.

Sometimes they ran into each other out and about in the city. It was funny that had never happened before, but Bex figured it was a sign they were meant to be in each other’s spheres again.

She knew he was into some not good stuff, but every time they crossed paths and he seemed extra twitchy or strung out, she’d remember that friendly face from the video chats with Jay. She couldn’t help wanting to be a friendly face for him now.

Bex kept the chats light whenever she would see him, always friendly, never judging or pressing. Her experiences with Jay had taught her that a delicate approach could go a long way. Of course, just like with Jay, there came a time when she had to—not push—but nudge.

It was a few months after Mouse’s reappearance in her life. She’d just come off the bus from a volunteer shift at the hospital and was rushing to get home. It was friggin’ freezing outside. February in Chicago was no joke, but it had been exceptionally nasty lately.

Bex was hunched into her coat, trying to conserve her warmth and trying to see through the fog of her breath. In her rush, she wasn’t quite careful enough and slipped in the slush, crashing into the body hurrying past her.

“Woah,” a familiar voice said as arms stopped her fall.

“Mouse?” She squinted up into blue eyes that looked as surprised as she felt.

“Bex?” He helped her find her feet. “What are you doing here?”

“I live here.” Bex pointed down the street to her building and Mouse frowned as he released her. “Does Jay know that?”

“Yeah,” she laughed. “Why?”

“It’s just, uh,” he scratched at the back of his head as he peered at their surroundings. “It’s kind of a shitty neighbourhood.” “Ouch, Mouse,” she said. “I’m twenty-two. Shitty neighbourhoods are pretty much all I can afford.”

“Right, no, yeah,” he said, shaking his head. “Fair. Anyway, good seeing you, Bex. I should—”

“Do you want to come over?” Bex jumped in, not wanting to let him out of her sight quite yet. He was wearing a threadbare coat and his beanie—no gloves, no scarf—he looked half-frozen and Bex was itching to get him inside and let him warm up. Maybe convince him to stay for a meal.

“Nah,” Mouse said. “Thanks, but, uh—”

“I made chili yesterday,” she wheedled, pulling out the big guns. “I think I’ve almost cracked Uncle Bo’s secret recipe.”

“Chili?” He ducked his head, a smile quirking the edge of his lips. “I could go for some chili.”

“Come on.” She led him down the street to her place and up the stairs to her apartment.

Mouse wandered around the apartment, checking things out while Bex got out a pot and started reheating the chili. It should have felt weirder having him in her space, inspecting her pictures and random collectibles, but weirder still was how weird it didn’t feel? Did that even make sense? She shook her head and focused on the food.

“These your roommates?”

Bex popped out of the kitchen to look at the photo he was pointing at. “Those three are,” she said, pointing out Kira, Malia, and Emery. “The other five live next door. We’re all back and forth so much we should really just knock down the wall and make it one big apartment.”

He chuckled softly. “Good to have good friends.”

“It is,” she smiled at him. “Food’s ready if you want to grab a seat.”

They ate together at the tiny kitchen table Emery had found on the sidewalk two streets over. (Don’t tell Jay.) Her chili still wasn’t as good as Uncle Bo’s, but she was getting there. Maybe.

It was interesting—visiting with Mouse without Jay there. Conversation wasn’t flowing exactly, but they were chatting and he kept dropping little tidbits about himself here and there. It made her realize how he let Jay answer for him when the three of them hung out. Leaning on that shared history. She soaked up every bit of information he offered, not sure when she’d get the opportunity again.

And then, way too quickly, dinner was done.

The meal put some colour back into Mouse’s cheeks and she tried to get him to stick around to watch a movie, but it was like, all of a sudden, he hyper aware of his surroundings. And his company. He started getting twitchier by the minute before quickly making his exit.

Bex barely had a chance to stick a tub of cookies in his hands.

“Nice to see you,” she said to the door.

A few nights later, Jay sidled up to the counter at Molly’s while she was working. His eyebrows were pinched together in a little frown. “You had Mouse over for dinner?”

“Yeah, I ran into him the other day and it was crazy cold out so I invited him up for something to eat,” she said, frowning back at him as she worked her way through cleaning behind the bar. “Is that a problem?” She really hoped her tone conveyed that it better not be a problem, but Jay being Jay just frowned deeper at her.

“Listen,” he said, leaning in and talking quietly, but seriously. “Mouse is a good guy, I mean you know—” Jay shook his head, taking a minute to find his words. “Mouse is one of my best friends, but he’s also struggling with a lot right now and that makes things a bit…unpredictable.”

“I know this, Jay,” Bex agreed. “So he needs support, right? I was just—”

“Bex,” Jay closed his eyes briefly before smiling sadly at her. “I know what you were doing and I love you for it, but can you just trust me that I’ve got this? With Mouse? And promise not to hang out with him unless I’m there?”

“He wouldn’t do anything, Jay.”

“Just promise me, Bex.”

That was the last thing she wanted to do. It felt like turning her back on Mouse. Was she supposed to actually turn away if she saw him out and about again? She didn’t think she could do that. But the way Jay was looking at her made her feel like she couldn’t say anything other than, “Okay, I promise.”

She’d figure out how to bend the rules on that one somehow.

Except the opportunity never came up. Mouse seemed to fall off of the grid completely. Maybe Jay had something to him too and now he was avoiding her? The thought made her stomach twist. She needed to talk this out with Jay.

But he was being impossible to get a hold of. Bex was about ready to park herself outside of his door and wait for him to come home so she could make him talk to her. She’d called and texted and he kept brushing her off.

‘Work’s crazy. Can’t talk right now’  

‘That sucks.’ she texted him back. ‘I’ll swing by and drop some meals in your fridge.’

After days of badgering, that somehow got an immediate response. ‘NO. Stay away from my apartment right now, Bex. I’m serious. Don’t go there or to the precinct. PROMISE ME RIGHT NOW.’

Jesus. What the— ‘Okay, I promise. What’s going on, Jay???’

‘Can’t talk right now. Stay away and I’ll call when I can.’

 Zero parts of that text were making her feel better. Now she was concerned about Mouse and Jay. Nobody from Intelligence was showing up to Molly’s lately so she couldn’t try and pry answers out of any of them.

Seriously. What the hell was going on?

***

Jay

Jay stared at the photo of Steve Kot’s daughter on the board.

Al’s words—“going after their family members”—swirled around in his brain on repeat.

When he’d heard about the hit Bembenek had placed on him, he thought he could ride it out. Switch up his routine. Keep a sharp eye out. Wait for the heat to die down.

Then Maddie got shot. Just for being near him.

All he could think while her blood was pouring out around his fingers was 'that that bullet was meant for me.'

Him. Not her. All she’d done was be near him.

And now—

…going after their family members…

—all he could think about—

…going after their family members…

—all he could see—

…going after their family members…

—was an image of Bex lying on that floor. With blood pouring out of her neck. Gasping and staring at him with pain and fear in her eyes. Bex dying.

Because of him.

“—Halstead!”

Voight’s voice cut through the roar of white noise in his ears, pulling him back into sharp focus.

“Family members,” he croaked out. “If they’re going after—Bex—we have to—”

The sergeant stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. Grounded him with a firm squeeze. “I know, Jay,” Voight said. “We’ve got a unit headed her way now. One going to the Herrmann’s place too.”

Chris and Cindy. Christ, the kids. He hadn’t even considered them. How could he not of thought—panic over his people—his family—being taken from him clawed its way up his throat.

“We’re going to keep them safe,” Voight said, his voice firm. Unwavering. “Nothing’s going to happen to them, Jay. They’ll be protected.”

Jay tried to nod, overwhelmed by the faces of his unit looking so fucking determined. He looked away, closing his shaking hands into fists. There was a spot of blood down on his right wrist that he’d missed. Maddie’s blood.

He tried to nod. Tried to breathe. Tried to focus on Voight’s words.

They’d keep her safe. They had to.

Maddie. Gasping. Blood in his hands.

Because he sure as shit couldn’t.

Click here for Chapter Three.

(And here is the link to read If You Give a Mouse a Cookie on ao3.)

#chicago fire #chicago med #chicago pd #one chicago #christopher herrmann #jay halstead #will halstead #halstead brothers #oc character #rebecca 'bex' herrmann #halstead sister #sibling bonding #found family #team as family #big brother jay halstead #fluff #angst #hurt/comfort #alternate universe #not canon #not beta read #my first fanfic series #A Herrmann/Halstead Production

[weasleys-bae]

Guys I've found out about ChatGPT like today and of course I let the ai generate a fluff fanfic about my best boys fred and george 💚

Please Enjoy. ☺️

Title: "A Fun-Filled Day with the Weasley Twins"

You arrive at the Weasley family home, feeling excited to spend the day with your friends Fred and George. They greet you with big grins and welcome you inside. The house is bustling with activity, and the smell of fresh pancakes fills the air.

"Y/n, welcome! Glad you could make it!" Fred exclaims, giving you a warm hug. "We have a great day planned for you."

"Hi, y/n," Ginny says, joining the group. "I heard you're going to play Quidditch. I hope you're ready for some competition."

"Of course," you say, grinning.

As you all sit down to eat, Ron tells a funny story about his failed attempt at a love potion. "I didn't realize that slugs were not the main ingredient," he says, making everyone laugh.

After breakfast, the group heads out to play Quidditch. Fred and George show off their impressive moves, and you try your best to keep up. "This is so much fun!" you shout as you zoom through the air.

When the game ends, you all head back inside to rest and catch up. Ginny shares a hilarious story about her recent prank on Hermione, which has everyone in stitches. "I can't believe you got away with it," Ron says, shaking his head in disbelief.

Fred and George begin to talk about their joke shop ideas, and they show you some of the new products they've been working on. You try out the Extendable Ears and nearly fall over laughing when you hear Ron's conversation with his mum. "Ron, put your pants back on!" she says, making everyone burst out laughing.

As lunchtime approaches, Molly calls everyone to the kitchen to enjoy a hearty meal of roast beef and Yorkshire pudding. "This is amazing, Mrs. Weasley," you say, enjoying the delicious food.

After lunch, the group heads out to the nearby forest to explore. Fred and George lead the way, showing you all the hidden secrets and strange creatures that inhabit the woods. They even manage to scare Ron with a fake spider that they conjure up with their wands.

As the sun begins to set, you all head back to the house. Molly has prepared a delicious feast of treacle tart and pumpkin pie, and everyone digs in happily. Fred and George entertain you with their jokes and pranks, and you all laugh until your sides hurt.

As the night draws to a close, Fred pulls you aside and whispers in your ear, "Y/n, I had a great time with you today. You're always welcome here, and I hope we can do this again soon." He winks at you, and you feel a flutter in your stomach.

You say your goodbyes to everyone, promising to keep in touch. As you walk away from the house, you can't help but smile, feeling grateful for the amazing day you just had with your friends, the Weasley twins, Ron, and Ginny.

#chatgpt #fred #george #harry potter #incorrect #weasley twins #y/n #pov #quotes #weasley #imagine #harry potter pov #weasley pov #hogwarts #ron weasley

[zodiyack]

Niffler’s New Discovery

Requested by anon: May I request a the youngest Shelby sister x Newt Scamander story? The Shelby sister is nothing like her siblings. She’s shy, reads books like they’re oxygen, loves animals, and doesn’t drink, smoke, or anything like that. She doesn’t even swear, she’s so pure. She also loves his animals. And Tommy acts like her father but she loves her brother very much. Same as her other brothers. They find out she’s dating him and get all overprotective. Sorry if this is too specific. I just love the idea of a Shelby sister who’s nothing like her siblings. Because most of the Shelby reader fics always have them smoking and all that. Which they are fun to read, but it’s nice to see something different. Feel free to pick the Scenario. :)

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Female!Shelby!Innocent!Reader

Warnings: Swearing (not from reader ofc :)) slight suggestiveness (also not from reader), fluff, ✨m a g i c✨

Words: 1,303

Summary: (See Request...also I thought the gif was cute, so anon, I based it off the gif kinda)

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it, @simonsbluee, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow, @marquelapage, @stuckysslag, @psychkunox​, @i-love-superhero​

Masterlist | Fantastic Beasts (AWTFT) Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist

At first, they had no problem keeping their relationship hidden from her overly protective family, but the troublemaker Newt constantly had to chase down and return to his case was the thing that exposed them. The bloody Niffler just loved things that shined. Who could blame it though? It was it’s nature.

Just as it was the Shelby brothers nature to react the way they did. Violent, perhaps, but of their nature. Their possessive, over the top protective, shitty, big brother, nature.

And it all started, one late afternoon...

The older Shelby trio, not counting Ada with her age advance over John, returned home after a nice night out at the pub. Sure, the sun hadn’t set yet, but Pol wanted them to return home a little earlier today for a family meeting. The meeting included everyone, minus the innocent angel whom the Shelbys called their sister.

It was the perfect time to have Newt over. The perfect time to explore the secret world hidden inside his little brief case. If only they knew the pesky Niffler had been waiting.

“Are you sure they won’t suspect anything of my presence?” Newt hesitated, one foot hovering above the wooden flooring of Y/n’s bedroom, the other resting on the rooftop outside her window.

She ushered him in the rest of the way, making sure to lock her door after checking that no one was around. “Positive. Family meetings take a while, so we’re good on time. How about you? Are you sure this is good with the council?”

He had a guilt-ridden look across his face as he looked around. “There are some things the council doesn’t have to know.” A nervous laugh rumbled in his throat before he cleared it and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Uh huh... Well, just promise me that you won’t get into any serious trouble for this, alright Newton?” The blushing hufflepuff gave his lover a quick nod, as well as a smile in return for the little peck she placed upon his cheek, pinkening his skin further down his neck- it was no surprise that Newt was terribly new to receiving affection from anything other than his beasts that resided in his case.

“S-shall we be going?” He broke the tension, gesturing to the case in front of them.

“Boys.” Polly stopped the bickering that had started up between John and Tommy, her eyes drifting toward the ceiling, the trios’ following. “Your sister’s been awfully quiet.”

John cackled, “Oh no, maybe she snuck out, went to have a quick fuck with some guy off the streets, didn’t she Pol?” His rather sarcastic tone suggested his knowledge that the referenced behavior was most certainly unlike his little sister, but the immaturity of John Shelby simply couldn’t resist making a joke.

Polly, however, was in no mood for John’s incessant kidding. Her hand met the back of his head, a disapproving furrow of her brows telling him to stop talking. “I’m being serious, you idiot. It’s more quiet than usual.”

“And what about it, Pol?” Tommy spoke after taking a drag from his cigarette, an eyebrow quirked.

“If she really does have a boy up there, he better pray he’s out the window by the time we get up there.”

Tommy’s brow, lowered after asking Polly how she’d respond, lifted back once again. “There’s no God for him to pray to, Arthur. The boy is fucked, plain and simple.”

“In more ways than one.”

John’s childish cackles were hushed into silence, a slap sounding throughout the room prior to their ceasing. A hand rubbing the back of his head, John glared at his aunt, yet continued the discussion of what to do with Y/n nonetheless.

The past ten minutes had been spent trying to block off any and all exists for the pesky little Niffler. Each time it attempted to escape the bedroom, Y/n or Newt were quick to block it off. It amazed Y/n how many places the little creature could scurry off through. Unfortunately, with their wild-goose-chase, footsteps turned to stomps...well, really running, but downstairs it was more likely to sound aggressive, such as the hard thud of a Blinder’s boot on the floor of the Garrison.

It was inevitable; the possibility of being caught, but the fact seemed to slip their minds as they both tried to corner the Niffler, as well as capture it once more. Every shiny thing, ranging from jewelry to bullet casings, or things that caught her eye, made into décor (gifted from her brothers, as she would never touch a gun unless need be) were being stolen as the creature evaded capture.

Newt shot Y/n a sorry look each time one of her belongings were snatched up by the Niffler. It touched her heart, truly, it did, but now was not the time to swoon. Y/n froze as the Niffler wandered over to a bottle. Wine? Champagne? She didn’t know; Y/n never drank- the bottle was a gift from her sister in law, which she couldn’t turn down without upsetting her, so it soon became another...decoration.

Atop the bottle was shimmery, gold-like, wrapping. Of course it caught the mischievous little shine-thief’s eye. It pulled and pulled, Y/n and Newt made eye contact as the uneasy feeling in their guts mirrored, until POP!

The door broke open with a loud bang, Arthur standing confused before getting both a Niffler and a cork to the space between his brows. While Y/n flinched, Newt only looked away in shame.

“What. The. Literal. Fuck. Was. That?” John gapped. His usual remark would be to poke fun, but he too was in great shock, he couldn’t even think of anything humorous.

“A- ...A Niffler.” Newt stuttered. His rather shy demeanor was rarely common around Y/n, so she new he was slightly uncomfortable the second his hand lifted to itch the back of his neck as his eyes found interest in the floorboards.

“Did I fuckin’ ask you?” John narrowed his eyes at the timid wizard.

It was unusual for Y/n to get angry, but the unjustness of John’s attitude toward her lover didn’t sit well with her. “Leave him alone!”

Now there was more to be shocked about. “I- what?”

“You heard me, John. You, Arthur, and Thomas. Leave Newt alone. He didn’t mean for this to happen, so he shouldn’t be harassed by you three. Want to question him? Have Pol do it, but the second you come to my room and bully my lover is the second you cross the line.”

Tommy, amused, let out a little chuckle as he raised his eyebrows.

“Something funny to you, Thomas? ‘Cause I don’t think any of us are laughing.”

 “No, sister, nothing is of humor to me.” He muttered despite dawning a lopsided smirk. Tommy looked at his brothers and nodded his head toward the stairs before walking away. Although he was leaving, he never said he wouldn’t poke at the boy some more. Now just wasn’t worth it; he was already shaking in his boots as it is.

“Tommy- where- where’re you goin’?” John did a double take, following shortly after.

Arthur rubbed the red spot where he’d been nailed by the creature and it’s new favorite possession, proved by it cuddling the cork close to it’s body on the floor where it had landed after hitting Arthur. He excused himself politely before walking in the same direction as his brothers, still rubbing at his soon-to-be-bruising injury all the way down.

Newt took the opportunity to grab the niffler and tickle Y/n’s possessions from his tummy before running over and tucking him in the case. The anger faded from Y/n’s eyes as she watched her lover. “It looks as though the Niffler has discovered something new.” Newt chuckled lightly, easing up slowly.

“New indeed.”

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[jonnnysuh]

Dating Mark would include:

Requested by anon: your nct dating ____ series is sooo good omg it’s so witty and creative but also so funny and cute, definitely a breath of fresh air on here. will you consider making a mark and/or haechan version?

A/N: I deadass feel like I could write about Mark all day

Series Masterlist

Crushing stages:

You two are friends that joke around a lot

But he feels very comfortable with you. Maybe even too comfortable

He’s not afraid to sit real close or tell you his secrets,,, he’s just sooooo friendly with everyone that you second guess everything

But Mark is sooooo oblivious that you have feelings for him

Shares to one of the boys that he has feelings for you and they’re just like “Poor Y/N has been waiting for you for so long bro.” And Mark’s like ???? WHAT ??? SINCE WHEN???

Dating:

Becomes extremely fascinated with you any time he learns a new fact about you

“I DIDN’T KNOW YOU COULD DO THAT! WHY DIDN’T I KNOW YOU COULD DO THAT!???

Very impressed with your synchronization

you guys will always text each other at the same time

or say the same shit and he's like "I wish I had one original thought in my body.”

Will cling onto your inside jokes for the rest of his life

(If you have siblings) I feel like Mark would become friends with them as well,,,

Even texting them about things that don’t involve you he just genuinely likes them LMAO

He snuggles into your neck when you gotta get up in the morning. Whines against it and says “don’t wake up yet.”

His nicknames of choice for you:

Dude: more often than not this is his go to. He tried to quit calling you that in the beginning but it’s just so versatile. Uses it casually, when he’s excited, when he’s concentrated, etc.

Baaaaaabe: when he’s whiny and wants to get his way

My son (genderless): okay this one is so random but he mostly uses this when he’s like proud of you like “LOOK AT MAH SONNNNN!”,,, kind of a remnant of when you were just friends (equivalent to “THATS MY BABYYY” but Mark Lee version)

Loves sitting down next to you and playing the guitar so you guys can sing together

Has the best advice

When you go to your parent’s home he snaps pics of alllllll your childhood photos so he can use it as your contact photo

Will never forget to tell u how cute he thinks you are

Also a fan of a late night thought

Definitely not a quitter. Give him time to cool down and then he'll communicate with you what went wrong.

Goes into depth on how weird his dreams were

Randomly admits embarrassing stories

You didn’t even ask

Like he knows you’re gonna make fun of him for it

But lowkey that’s why he likes telling you LMAO

Shares his icecream with you

Feeds u before he feeds himself

Sends you songs he thinks you’d like and he's usually right

Has random moments when he’s extremely clingy

Texts u pics of his outfits before u guys go out together to make sure you're both coordinated in some way

Always gently holds your face when he kisses you

Super encouraging when you want to make a new change in your life

When he’s on tour or just far away he always makes sure to hit you with something cheesy before heading to bed

Pays attention to detail so he knows the little things about you

Always mentions how much he likes you for you

Comments on your insta pics like a bro

“Dude your fit goes hard”

“You’re so sickkkkk”

Is the type to say “text me when you get home” but is the one who texts you first

THIS IS SUPER CHEESY but it’s the truth: he’s your best friend and boyfriend all in one

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[owlish-owlhouse]

May I have some headcannons with golden guard who has a vampire S/O fluffy please

~ Your family has served Emperor Belos for generations and as such you've known Hunter since you were both very small. You both don't have many freedoms with your restricted roles but Emperor Belos and your parents agree being friends (possibly more in the future) is beneficial for both lineages and they allow you to be kids together.

~ As a vampire you are well versed in illusion magic, oracle magic, healing magic, and beast keeping magic. You can do other magic as well but genetically those four have always been apart of you and are where your most powerful spells come from.

~ You are not older than Belos being a very young vampire but your kind is much older than his rule and the magics in vampires are ancient and wild. Your family keeps many secrets buried in the past in exchange for saftey and being able to practice their traditions away from prying eyes. They work outside of Beloses laws and silence anyone who would challenge the Emperor.

~ You and Hunter at first don't want to be friends. After all your young rebellious kids who would rather make friends their own way than have their families interfer. But you both find you have many things in common. Reading about ancient wild magic, learning the origins of the isle, general history, weapons training, and things like that quickly spark a kinship between the two of you.

~ You love studying old texts and scrolls in secret with Hunter. You have books that are ancient, far older than Beloses rule and sharing them with someone feels special. Your family is meant to keep secrets but Hunter is someone you could never keep secrets from. Besides what doenst hurt Emperor Belos or your parents won't hurt the two of you.

~ You often had sleepovers as kids before you got serious. You and Hunter would make a pillow fort on his bed before you'd hide under the sheets with a lamp. You'd spend all night reading things very few ever got the chance too. You'd do your own studies about wild magic in secret and together you were determined to find a cure for Emperor Belos and find a way for Hunter to do magic. He may be a magicless witch but out of everyone on the Isles he deserved magic the most. On his tenth birthday after his party you both made a binding vow in your pillow fort to never stop looking for answers. Ever.

~ As you get older Hunter is focused on the Emperors coven while your focused on learning your Clans magic. You hardly have time for each other as your teen years go by and you almost never see each other unless it's at a family function or Emperors Coven celebration. Sleepovers start occuring less and your late night study sessions that were once every night are barley once a month. Alone time during the day almost becomes non existent and your both worried about drifting apart. It's stressful. Your both to be the next sucessors in your line and its a lot of responsibility for teenagers who have never really lived. Thankfully despite everything you still have each other and your magic promise. Through it all you remain close with letters, crow calls, gifts, and secret messages you leave to each other.

~ As time goes on you both realize you want more than a friendship and begin forming a relationship. At first it's kept a secret but as time goes on it seems everyone somehow knows despite you being discreet and their all fine with it. Your even allowed to go on dates outside of work and get the occasional break you both desperately need. Your parents and the Emperor have apprentally been expecting this for a long time and actually push you two to spend time with each other when their busy.

~ Hunter is very much a gentleman in everything about the relationship. He may have been raised by Belos who is less than cordial but Hunter has been taught respect and how to treat partners. He opens doors for you, pulls out your chair and pushes it in, pays for most outtings, gets gifts, and remembers important dates in the relationship. He really is a romantic at heart and when he's around you he becomes a different person. Very kind and considerate and always looking out for you. That sass is still there but around you its only to tease not to hurt or demean.

~ He loves getting you flowers. Flowers are his go too. Whenever he sees them around the castle they make him happy and whenever he gives them too you your face lights up which makes him more happy. He gets other gifts too like chocolates, pretty jewelry, books, antiques, and various trinkets but he loves flowers the most. He even teaches you to dry them so you can keep them forever. (You occasionally find pressed ones in your books along with little messages or poems from Hunter)

~ Dates are very important to Hunter. He's a bit of a perfectionist and wants you to have an amazing time. Dates can be simple and small but they must be meaningful. Hes taken you to fancy restaurants, danced with you under the stars, watched movies, done library/study dates, taken you to the carnival, snuck you away on missions, and bought you both concert tickets. Anything he can think of that's fun or will leave lasting memories is something he plans on trying and hes always full of surprises.

~ Hunter is very good at the guitar. He's always had an interest in music and if he wasn't in his uncle's coven he may have ended up as a bard. He enjoys humming and quietly singing to himself but he mostly expresses himself through his guitar. If you sing while he plays his heart would melt. He'd also be super interested in teaching you guitar if you were up for it. (If you want him to sing you to sleep over the crow/crystal ball he just might but he gets kind if embarassed about it. He'll strum you a song if it helps you doze off though)

~ Hunter loves taking long walks with you. He wouldn't call it a date but sometimes it almost feels like one. As a vampire you can walk in the Boiling rain without so much as a hiss in pain but sunlight makes you incredibly sensitive and uncomfortable without the right precautions. He carrys around a silk umbrella and as he walks next to you he makes sure you don't get burned. If you get caught in a sudden sunny day after lowcast clouds blow away and he doesn't have the umbrella on him, he'll take off his cape and drape it around you to keep you safe.

~ As you both get older its obvious Hunter does not have much magic that is his own. There is magic inside him but he can't access it. Almost as if somethings blocking him from his magic despite the fact its there. You are so happy when Belos gives him his staff. You've been his friend much longer than his partner, but now that you are his partner your both inseparable. His cermony and indoctrination into the Emperors Coven with his own staff is small and not a large celebration but you make sure he knows how proud of him you are. He has to clean his mask because you leave smudges all over it from giving him kisses.

~ Lots of excursions. You and Hunter obey Belos and your parents of course but sometimes you'll take extra time on a mission for yourselves or mess around with the time charts so you can go do something together.

~ He's not huge on PDA simply because he has to keep his professional attitude around others. But Hunters is a fan of touch when your alone. So be prepared for lots of cuddling, handholding, forehead kisses, cheek/nose kisses, normal kisses, stroking your face, touching your arm, anything goes. He really likes touch and isn't used to receiving it so he gets really happy when he just gets to just relax with you.

~ You both have red eyes. Its not even that funny but for some reason it cracks you up. The reddish Magneta hue of his eyes reminds you of a dhamphir so you call him your little halfling in private. He has a million nicknames for you and you have to admit their all more clever than anything you could ever do. Which is why you love them.

~ Vampires don't need as much sleep as witches and since Hunter has bad insomnia you often spend long nights with each other cuddled close as you talk about a little of everything. Often wild magic is where the discussion goes but history, philosophy, psychology, and demon mythology are also popular topics. Making jokes and telling stories as you try and settle for the night always happen as well.

~ He's happier around you and your happier around him. Your friendship may have started from your parents pushing it but it was your love for each other that made the relationship thrive. Together your going to change the Boiling Isles.

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