#look how cute these rain drops look like 🥺

[softlyspector]

okay hear me out - jake + the alley cats & kittens & reader mentions how she wants to name them but jake is like no we can’t bc we will get attached and we can’t keep a ton of cats (all while he has secretly named all of them already and accidentally exposes himself one night by talking to them) 🥺

aka you and jake feed the alley cats and jake makes a naming decision without you. ~1.3k

this takes place in the moon struck universe but can be read alone.

“We could name her something cute - like Bella or Milo,” you say, glancing back at Jake where he leans against the wall at the mouth of the alley with his arms crossed over his chest.

He rolls his eyes at you, but his voice is butter smooth and sunshine warm when he answers you. “No, mi vida. We name one cat, we haveta name ‘em all. And then what? You and me and the boys and forty cats in the flat together? We got enough cooks in the kitchen as it is.”

You snort and stand, brushing off the legs of your jeans, cats swarming around your ankles, meowing up at you. “First off, there are five of them, not forty. Second, I know Steven would be on my side about this.”

Jake tilts his head at you before pushing off the wall and approaching slowly.

A stack of tinned wet cat food is in the bag slung over his shoulder, and the beasts around your feet dart out to meet him as he moves toward you. 

You smile sweetly at him, fluttering your lashes up at him when Jake stops in front of you. “Please?”

“No.”

The smile drops off your face. “Fine.” You reach out a hand to take the bag from him. “You're so mean to me sometimes, Jake Lockley.”

“Just protectin' the home from an invasion of damn cats,” he informs you, squatting down to rub one of the cats between the ears. It's the fluffy cream colored one. She's loud and demanding most days, and reminds you just a little bit of Jake.

The first time you caught Jake out in the alley, it had been raining. A steady mist that most Londoners ignored entirely. You were hurrying by the alley, on your way to Steven's flat for dinner.

You weren’t meant to see Jake that day. And you almost felt like you were intruding on something personal. He’d been crouched down in a circle of the animals, speaking softly to them in Spanish, petting one and then another and laughing when one of the others began to complain loudly for his attention.

"Jake?" You had asked softly, so you didn't startle him. “What are you doing?”

When he stood and looked at you, Jake's eyes had been wide, almost worried, trying to play off what he was clearly doing there, bowls of food at his feet, loving cats calling loudly up at him.

But you had only asked excitedly, "Oh, are you the one that feeds the cats?"

Jake's cool confidence had slid back into place at the elation in your voice. He had nodded and gestured you forward. “Sure am, hermosa. Come here and meet ‘em.”

After that, it became you and Jake’s thing. Every evening, you feed the cats together. You haul out the cans of food and traipse down to the alley. You crouch together on the dirty paving stones and spoon food into the bowls you bring.

You watch them eat and pet them.

And you get the very real pleasure of watching Jake turn soft. He speaks lowly to the cats in Spanish - who actually stop meowing like they're really listening to him speak, lining up in a ring around his feet.

It took some time for the crowd of them to warm to you, almost like they were protective of Jake, not trusting of any human but him. 

Now, you repeat with emphasis as you and Jake finish distributing the food, “I know Steven is on my side. He thinks we should name the cats too.”

“Yeah, mi vida, and me and Marc actually agree on something for once. No naming. No cats in the flat.” He tugs you to your feet as the cats swarm the bowls of food, eating happily, a cacophony of purrs echoing around the alley. “Besides, doesn’t matter what those two think. These are our cats.”

And so they are. 

That’s something he’s been adamant about - that this is your thing, your special little routine together. 

You send an exaggerated pout his way. “You're so mean to me,” you repeat. “You and Marc.”

Jake rolls his eyes, snarking at you, “Why don't you and Steven fuckin' coordinate it then? Why don't you two name them?”

“Cause it's our thing, Jake,” you say, because it's true but also because you know Jake will respond well to possessiveness. “Me and you.”

Jake smirks at you and pulls you into his arms, curving you into the center of his orbit. “Right. Me and you. So no fuckin’ intervention from Steven.” 

“Sure,” you reach up and touch his cheek, the corner of his mouth. 

Jake doesn’t react to your touch, his dark eyes tracking the movement of your hand before his gaze flickers back to yours. “None of you are good at names anyway. I have to think about the tragedy that are the names of the fish every fuckin’ day.” 

You think about Gus, Guy, Gun, and Dancer currently swimming blissfully along in their tank upstairs. “Maybe you have a point.” 

~

The cats remain nameless for a season. 

At least, you think they remain nameless. 

Until one warm summer evening, you hear him. 

You were running late to meet Jake, a meeting at your new job at the library running over. And you can hear him talking before you even reach the alley, his voice carrying out to you on a breeze. 

He’s telling one of the cats about something Marc said earlier, chatting and complaining at her like she’s a person so fuckin' stupid sometimes I swear, Luna when - 

“Did you just call her Luna?” 

Jake’s shoulders tense up and he stands and turns to meet your eyes. 

You smirk at him. “Don’t-,” he starts to warn but you’ve already begun.

“Oh, mi vida,” you poorly imitate his voice, teasing him. “We can’t name the cats. You and Steven just get soooo attached-,” 

Jake’s eyes go dark, his mouth a hard line, “Watch it-,” 

“You named them without me,” you accuse, letting your voice drop back into its normal cadence. “Why?”

Jake doesn’t answer you immediately, stooping back down to pet one of the cats. “Didn’t mean for it to happen. Just got tired of calling them all fuckin' cat. Then I didn’t want to tell you, since I made such a big fuckin’ deal about adopting them like they aren’t already ours.”

You snort and crouch down too, laying a hand against Jake’s shoulder for balance. “Okay, so what did you name them?”

Jake eyes you suspiciously, like you're letting the name issue go too easily. You don't really mind, find it kind of adorable that he'd hidden it from you.

“Luna, Willow, Charles, Max, and Knight,” he says, pointing to each in turn. “Good names. Not like those shit names the fish have.” 

“Luna and Knight are a little on the nose aren’t they?” You can''t help digging at him a little. 

“Yeah, sweetheart, just like your two fish, one tank theory,” he snaps back at you. “No one’s puttin’ any dots together but you.” 

You let him help you stand, his arm curling through yours as he leads you out of the alley, the cats trailing after the pair of you to the edge of their domain. You wave at them, listen to their little goodbye meows. “Did Marc and Steven know about the cats having names?” 

Jake hesitates, “Now don’t get pissed off, but yeah. They did. Asked ‘em not to tell, that I’d tell ya eventually.” He pauses and tugs you down the street, in the direction of a much frequented flower stall. “Was trying to figure out how not to make you mad.” 

“Why would I be mad? I wanted to name them too. I'm glad they have names.” 

“‘Cause they’re ours, cariño,” he sounds like he’s confessing something, like he's a little mad at himself. “And I did it without ya.” 

You pull Jake to a stop, touch his cheek before smiling. “Then don’t be so stubborn next time and listen when I suggest something. Like naming the cats.” 

Jake only looks half chastised, almost like he’s being put upon. “Sure thing.” 

“And so they’ll move in now?” You grin.

“No,” he says. “Absolutely not. Don't push it. They eat the fish and then where will we be? Steven'd be a mess for weeks.” You get in line for the flower booth, chuckling under your breath, Jake supporting your weight against his, “No more fuckin’ cat talk. Tell me what flowers you want so I can make make it up to ya.” 

You lean over to kiss his cheek, "Kinda like they're our kids, huh."

"Little like that," he agrees easily.

The flower booth owner greets you both by name.

#jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x you #jake lockley #moon struck #moon knight #moon knight fic #moon knight fanfiction

[harlowsbby]

Telling Urban you love him for the first time. 🥺

Let me love you

“When should I tell him? Or should I even tell him first.”

“Y/N if you feel like it’s the right time then I think you should tell him tonight during dinner.”

Your friend Katie told you through the phone, Urban and You have been together for about seven months now and neither have you had told one another that you loved each other, you weren’t sure when the right right was but you had a feeling that the right time was now.

“What if he doesn’t feel the same way or I scare him off when I say it.”

“Y/N, sweetheart you two have been together for seven months now if your morning breath hasn’t scared him off yet I think you’re good.” Katie laughed and you scoffed and hung up the phone before going back and making dinner for Urban and You.

You were making homemade gumbo since it’s been raining for the past few days in Louisville you figured a big pot of some warm gumbo would make anybody feel warm on the inside.

Reminiscing on the time you first saw Urban came across your mind, you chuckled remembering that night and how nervous he was to come up to you.

“Urban go up to her she isn’t going to bite your head off.” You’ve been friends with Neelam for some time now and she invited you to Jack’s show in Atlanta, Urban had been watching you all night as you laughed with your friends.

“I can’t do that Sunni what if she has a man.”

“You don’t know if you don’t ask Urban, now go or else.” Urban didn’t have time to object before he was being pushed into you, flying forward you rolled your eyes and your friends giggled. Turning around you came face to face with a nervous looking Urban.

“Can I help you?”

“Uh-uh well uh my friend over there.” Urban pointed behind him, looking behind him you raised a eyebrow seeing absolutely nobody but a cardboard cutout of Jack.

“What friend? The cardboard cutout.”

“A cardboard cut ou-.” Looking behind him he rolled his eyes seeing Sunni was no longer there.

“Look I’m sorry I just thought you were really cute and I was wondering can I get your number and take you out sometime?”

“Ooo get it girl.” Your friend Toya and India laughed from behind you. Glaring at them you turned your attention back to Urban, you had to admit he was really cute he was tall enough, and his lips gosh you could only imagine how those would feel.

“Sure here just put your number and name in my phone and I’ll text you tonight yeah?”

“Yeah that sounds great.” He smiled and quickly entered his phone number and name in your phone.

Sometime during the concert you searched through your contacts looking for his name, when you came across an unfamiliar contact you smiled seeing what he saved his name under.

Urban (your future man 💗)

“Baby I’m home!!” Urban’s voice came from the front door, snapping you out of your trance.

“I’m in the kitchen Urban.” You got nervous hearing his footsteps coming closer to the kitchen before he appeared.

“What’s all this baby?”

“Just some jumbo and cornbread something to keep your stomach nice and warm during the cold weather.” He smiled and made his way towards you, grabbing your face he pulled you into him kissing your lips the taste of beer and your honey lip scrub lingering on your lips after the kiss.

“Let’s eat shall me?”

“We shall.”

You sat seriously throughout the entire dinner you couldn’t sit still no matter how hard you tried and something Urban noticed.

“Are you okay baby? You barley ate anything.”

“I’m okay Urban.” You lied through your teeth trying to avoid any eye contact with him but he knew you better then that.

“What’s wrong baby and don’t lie.”

“Well you know we’ve been dating for seven months almost eight months now.”

“Yeah and?” He was getting nervous himself he had this fear with him being gone on tour with Jack the past two months might’ve affected with your relationship somehow.

“Well I just.. I love you Urban Wyatt.” It got silent like if a pin was to drop you can hear it silent. Biting your lip nervously you studied Urban’s face but it was hard.

“Are you mad? Dammit forget I said anything I’m so stup-.”

“I love you too Y/N.”

“You love me?” Your eyes started forming with tears as well as Urban’s he laughed and took your hands from across the table, grasping yours with his.

“Yes I love you baby girl I just wasn’t sure when the right time was to say it but the right time I now. I love you Y/N Y/L so fucking much.”

That night Urban showed you in other way just how exactly he loved you.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #urban wyatt concept #urban wyatt blurb

[aclowntiny]

Enhypen as Meet-Cutes!

I know I said I wasn’t really writing for them anymore since people weren’t super into it, but I was obsessed with this idea & I love my boys! Enjoy this buffer while I recover 🥺

Jungwon: Caugh in the rain! You’re frozen there beneath the store awning, heart sinking fast at the flash downpour before you. It came without warning, so you had no umbrella. Aware as you were of your doom, you couldn’t bring yourself to step out into the cold, wet torrent… “Here, need to share with me?” Like an angel, a young man in a white sweater appears before you, umbrella in hand and dimpled smile on face. Heart thumping, you agree, and thanking him multiple times disappear into the storm at his side. Ducking as tight as you were beneath the little shield, you couldn’t help but flush whenever you brushed together. “Thank you, er-” “Jungwon.” “Jungwon,” you smile, “you’re really my angel today.”

Heeseung: Waterslide! You’re at the water park with a few friends, climbing with relish up the steps to the split slide. One side has a big contraption that sends you off with a huge push from a tank of water, and the other uses the natural flow of gravity. You’re thinking about how you prefer the natural one when the guy next to you in line bursts out something about his version being ‘extreme’. “You like being a stomp rocket better?” “Who wouldn’t? It makes you go down faster. Better than going up!” That makes you laugh. “You have a fun way of thinking about things.” “Thank you. You must be one for the classics.” The waterslide attendants give you mats, lay you down a ways apart. “My name is Heeseung.” “(y/n). Nice to meet-” The water overtakes you both. “yoooooouuuuuuuuuu!!!!” You scream as you both drop, laughing as you plan to meet in the dropoff pool.

Jay: Busking! You can’t help stopping to watch the handsome guy playing his guitar on the sidewalk. His fingers effortlessly strum the acoustic strings, and the focus in his face is very becoming. Though he’s quiet, passion radiates from his very person, and when he looks up at you, he gives you a little side smile that has your heart turning. Even if you aren’t usually one to flirt, something about this man asks for it. Between songs, you nod to his designer jacket and the chain around his neck. “That looks a little nice for you to have to busk,” you tease. His eyes widen endearingly, but he catches himself. “I’m not busking for money,” he replies, “music has just been my dream for a long time.” “Oh yeah?” You ask, tilting your head. “Tell me about that.”

Jake: Dog at the park! You’re strolling merrily along the grass when suddenly a gorgeous border collie bounds up to you. “Oh, hi,” you stutter with a smile, tentatively reaching out a hand for the friendly-looking pup to sniff. She is eager for pets, you can tell, so you stroke her soft fluff happily before realizing she has a purple harness on pressing out the floof and a thin black leash is dangling from her. “Are you a runaway?” You ask her in a bit of a babying tone. “Let’s go find your family, huh?” Urging her forward, you walk the collie down the lane you were on, following the direction she went in. Funding her family doesn’t take long, as a young man about your age bounds up to you. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! Layla here got free and decided to have a romp on me, didn’t you girl?” The boy fakes a stern expression and a finger wag that has you laughing, his face turning quickly back into a smile. “I’m Jake, by the way. Thanks for taking Layla back.”

Sunghoon: Same café order! You see a mug that looks quite like your order at the end of the baristas’ counter and make a beeline, but the moment your hand closes around it it bumps another set of fingers. Looking up, a handsome man is peering pensively at you. “Oh, is this yours? It looks just like mine, sorry,” you loosened your grip on the white porcelain. “I was about to say the same to you- maybe we just got the same thing,” he replies, and all you can think is that you like the sound of his voice, “but you can have that one, I’ll wait for the next.” “Thank you. They need to call names at this place!” You giggle, picking your drink up carefully. “Exactly,” the dark-haired man agrees with a nod, “then I wouldn’t have to ask yours.”

Sunoo: You dropped something! Those are the exact words you hear shouted from behind you as you stroll down the sidewalk, turning on your heels to see an eager-faced young man barreling after you. “This scarf is yours, right? I saw it fall from your bag!” It had been warm in the café you’d sat in, so it had been unwound and stuck hastily in your bag. Very hastily, apparently. Taking it, you smile at your savior’s infectious grin of excitement that he caught you. He has uniquely beautiful eyes, you notice, eyes that are still fixed on you. “So, you were just in there, huh?” He nods toward the café. “What did you get?”

Ni-Ki: Tripping and falling! It was a total accident, so your heart dropped as your bottle spilled in seeming slow-mo onto a complete stranger. Luckily it was just water, but still the poor guy’s shirt got drenched. It was a white shirt, too, and he flushed as you looked pointedly up. “I’m so sorry! Let me grab some of the tissues in my bag. Not that that’ll do much, but please let me-” “It’s ok,” he reassures you with a sweet smile, pulling off to the side of the gym, “it feels kind of good. Good way to cool off, you know?” “Still,” you waved a hand over him, still peering into his eyes, “let me make it up to you. Please. I’ll buy you a drink or a snack or something.” The young man nods, still smiling. “Alright, if that’ll make you feel better. I- I’m Riki, by the way.”

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen reactions #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #jungwon #heeseung #jay #jake #sunghoon #sunoo #ni-ki #fluff #enhypen x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader

[dippindaz]

Hi…! First of all I really like your writing and I couldn’t help but request ✨

Could you maybe do an angsty one with Bo when the reader (it can be female or g/n as you wish) has been feeling like he isn’t paying attention to them and starts to be needy but bo is like “uh get off’me” and one day he explodes and screams that reader is to clingy and some other harsh words but when the reader stops being needy bo realizes what he’s done wrong and finds a way to get them back? Like super angsty but with a fluff ending?

Sorry if it’s super specific 🥺 I really want something like this and I’ve never find anything like this.

Thank you in advance and if your not okay writing I understand. ❤️❤️

Oohhh such a sad but cute idea 🥺 Also, thank you so much! :) sorry this took me like a year to write I was struggling man LMAO, I was struck with inspiration so here you are finally. Also sorry it isn’t as fluffy as it could be. Unedited btw!

Soft raining nights were your favorite at Ambrose. Bo seemed to not just tolerate your clinginess, but enjoy it. Something about the sound of rain and your warm body next to his seemed to mellow him out.

It was summer now, the sun was constantly out the heat was unbearable. What made it all worse was that no matter how you tried you couldn’t sleep anymore, not without him.

“Would ya just leave me the fuck alone?!” Bo turned and shouted at you. Your eyes widened and met his.

You had just tried to give him a hug while he work on his engine, why was he so angry? “I’m sorry...”

“You ain’t fuckin’ sorry, ya always do this shit, it’s the middle of the fuckin’ summer and I can’t fuckin’ focus with ya always tryna hang off me. Just go the fuck away.”

Your eyes burned but you refused to let it show, you couldn’t. “Fine.” You said, voice wavering.

Bo said nothing as you walked away, once out of sight you just ran to the house and began piling up all your clothes.

You knew he wouldn’t be home till late so you sued that time to move all your belongings into one of the random Ambrose houses.

When he came home and found out you were missing his heart had dropped, had he been that bad?

He ran all over Ambrose trying to find you, eventually he saw you through a window, crying into a pillow. He didn’t know what to do, you’d never gone so far as to leave the house. He was angry, sad, and felt guilty all at the same time. He had done good with not losing his temper on you, he had done really good. The heat, the sweat, the frustration of his damn truck not working, it all got to him.

Neither of you slept that night.

Silent tears rolled down your cheeks as you jumped. Another nightmare. They’d been plaguing you ever since you left. Sometimes you questioned whether it was your fault or not. Maybe you shouldn’t have been so clingy? So annoying?

No, you couldn’t think like that. He needed to talk to you like an adult and tell you when he needed space. It had been a week though, was he ever going to? Would you ever him again? You hadn’t left the house you overtook Lester stopped by once to ask what was going on, but he hasn’t been by since.

The house felt so cold, and the bed so big. As much as he’d deny it Bo loved to cuddle, whenever he was sleeping he would be right beside, almost pushing you off the bed. Why wasn’t he here to do it now?

You shivered and pulled the blankets closer, maybe you should just apologize to get him back? He never was one to say sorry.

You shook your head and squeezed your eyes shut. Stop thinking like that. He isn’t worth you if he can’t even swallow his pride enough to say sorry for once.

Thump, thump, thump, rang through the house radiating from the door. You whipped your head that direction, as of you could see through the walls.

Your heart fluttered, what if it was Bo? Was here to say sorry? Or was he going to yell? Did it matter?

You jumped up from the mattress and hurried to the door, staying careful to not make a sound. Looking through the peephole you saw a black figure turned away from the door, heads on their head. Tense, they looked tense. It had to be Bo.

You stopped and took a slow breathe. You slowly unlocked the door, mentally preparing yourself for the shit show you believed was about to go down.

His figure had whipped around when they heard the door lock, he stood there his mind running with the hundreds of things he wanted to say, needed to say. But when you opened that door, when you met his gaze, his mind went blank. He stood their his mouth open trying to say something as he took you in. He though he missed you when he couldn’t see you, but fuck. His heart felt like it fell into millions of shattered pieces. Your eyes were red and puffy with dark circles. Your hair was knotted and messy.

You both stood there saying nothing. Just staring at the other. You could feel the tears beginning to make their way to your eyes. You wanted so badly to just fall into him and hold onto him. For him to rub your head and back as you sobbed. Yet, you couldn’t. You knew you had to stay strong.

“I’m sorry, darlin’” it was just barley audible, hardly even a whisper. But that was all it took.

Tears broke through your makeshift dam and your knees gave out. You collapsed to the floor sobbing. You thought he would’ve kept standing, maybe tried to pull you back to standing, but didn’t.

Bo fell down to the floor too and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him. “I’m so sorry.” His voice broke as he whispered.

He had never openly cried in front of you before. Here he was though, both trembling and tear drops falling onto your shoulder and back. The two of you say there for what must’ve been hours before you both finally calmed down.

“I love you, babygirl, an-and I’m so sorry I lost it. I promise you, I promise I’m gonna be better for you.” Oh great, here come your tears again. You trembled and pulled away from his hug.

Bo’s mouth opened to say something else but you grabbed his cheeks and pulled his lips into your’s.

“I forgive you.” You whispered as you pulled away. “I forgive you.”

Your lips met again, both of you clinging to the other as tight as you could.

Eventually, the two of you made your way into your bed and spent the night holding onto each other for dear life. It was first time in a week since either of you slept soundly.

The next morning you both brought your stuff back to your home. Bo ditched his brother with all the work and spent the entire day with you. He was sweet and gentle, helped you with cooking everything. It was strange, it was almost like your roles were suddenly reversed.

He talked to you as much as he could and would hug you whenever given the chance. It was a calm day for you both. A day to recuperate and just be with each other. All was well now. You both stuck to your promises to be better and more understanding with each other. It was worth it for him. It was worth it for you.

#horror #horror x you #house of wax x you #house of wax #bo sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x reader #sinclair brothers #house of wax 2005 #Sinclair brothers x reader #slashers x you #slasher x reader #slashers x reader

[marc-spectorr]

Glad you enjoy the game. And the little Santi fic was hella cute 😍

Here are my 3 last used emoji if you don't mind: 😩❤😭

Love you so much sweetheart, you have no idea 🥺😘

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ahwhehe so happy that you liked the santi one :) and ilysm too darling! you’re literally a highlight of my day everyday 💗

pairing: steven grant x reader

warnings: mentions of a bad day, flufffff

Steven knows exactly what to do to cheer you up.

He never fails in that regard.

He knows you too well. Knows every little detail about you— your likes and dislikes, the things that make you happy, and those that make you sad. He just knows how to swiftly turn that frown of yours upside down, and it’s pretty magical when all he simply needs to do is show up at your door.

On my way, love :) Steven’s last text reads, and you patiently wait for him to come around knocking.

The moment he found out that your day hadn’t been pleasant, he quickly dropped what he was doing and rushed over to your flat on the other side of the city. You didn’t even ask him to. In fact, you didn’t really want him to swing by as it’s already dark outside and now pouring.

But Steven is Steven. He’s the sweet, loving, and caring man you’ve fallen deeply for and who would do everything he can to bring a smile to your face. He’s quite special to you, truly a one of a kind. And it’s no surprise to anyone just how much you love him and how much he loves you.

A knock, then a gentle whisper of your name.

You almost tripped over your feet as you came sprinting to the front. Your eyes immediately soften at seeing a drenched Steven holding up a wet bouquet of flowers in one hand and a box of chocolates in the other.

“Sorry, I—uh wanted to surprise you with these. I tried my best to keep them dry in the rain, but I forgot my umbrella at home since I wanted to get here as quickly as I possibly could,” Steven explains while catching his breath.

“Oh, sweetie,” you murmur, pulling him into a hug, not caring that your clothes are getting soaked from his. “That’s very thoughtful of you, thank you.”

“How are you feeling?” He asks, his voice tender as the look he gives you. “I’m sorry to hear you were having a bad day, love.”

You didn’t realize that you were crying until Steven wiped away the tears from your eyes, his sweet smile causing you to bite back a few sniffles as he held you close.

“I’m feeling much better now that you’re here, Steven,” you reply as you return his smile. “Come, let’s get you dried up, and then we can munch on these chocolates. Sounds good?”

Steven dips down to kiss you softly before answering, “If it means keeping that smile on your face, then it sounds lovely to me.”

#asks #🌻 anon #steven grant x reader #steven grant #moon knight x reader #oscar isaac x reader

[threephantomrey]

thoughts on the Ghoul School movie as i watch it:

• the opening is cute. gave me kind of a warm & fuzzy feeling that i can’t really explain

• i love Scooby using his tail to wipe the windshield. good thinking, Scoob.

• “Uncle Scooby likes to arrive with a big bang!” is a funny line im ngl

• fangTASTIC!!! i can’t believe i forgot about that pun for a bit

• also i like the art style in general here. it looks good, especially on the trees

• if i had to hear that rooster when i wake up every morning, i’d be so mad. and i’d be even more angry if i was woken up the same way Shaggy and Scooby were

• the Calloway boys are annoying me im sorry i don’t care for them LOL i’m skipping their scenes. i like the Ghoul School girls though i think they’re cool and adorable. Matches is also adorable.

• REVOLTA!!!! HELLO!!!!

• Sibella scaring Colonel Calloway when he sees her… she’s so real for that

• “how about some tea and sweets?” i want them, Ms. Grimwood!

• this movie is a little too long imo i feel like i should be halfway through this already

• “i’m gonna bring a trophy home to my mummy” you go Tanis!

• cheerleader Scooby ily

• Calloway boys stop cheating challenge (impossible)

• Count Dracula caping the Mummy out of the rain is so sweet🥺 and so is the love that the monsters have for their daughters

• Phantasma’s music goes hard when is her album dropping

• Revolta’s spell scares me ngl. she’s a good villain

• YOU CAN’T ESCAPE… THE GRIM CREEPER🗣️‼️‼️

• also Shaggy’s red shirt and blue pants are iconic. i still prefer his green shirt and red pants but i love this look on him too.

• the flying shack😭😭

• i love whenever Scooby unlocks doors with his claws

• evil Shaggy from the mirror is so funny to me, and so is the Giant Well Dweller’s design

• ugh the movie freezing when there’s 7 minutes left. don’t do this

• ok it’s unfrozen now

• “you can’t tell Elsa Frankenteen what to do” say it louder for the people in the back!

• “you haven’t seen the last of Revolta” and then her place explodes PLEASE😭

• the instrumental of Scrappy’s Rap is a banger. when can the instrumental version be available on youtube i need to listen to it

• and awww the girls waving goodbye to Shaggy, Scooby, and Scrappy🥺

ok my overall thoughts are that the movie was fun. there were some parts where i was bored but i liked the movie. definitely has a vibe of Halloween when you’re a kid. also i remember having this on DVD when i was younger and i think this was my first introduction to Scrappy. if i were to redo my ranking of Scooby movies, this would be in the good tier

#scooby doo #scooby doo and the ghoul school #scooby doo movies #feel free to say your thoughts on the movie if you want btw #this post is very long oh my

[redheadspark]

Hello! How are you? Are you taking fall prompt for Druig?🥺

I was thinking about Druig x female reader with the items: 17 and 28 please!

Wish you big hug!

Thank you🎃

A/N: Thank you so much for the hug and request, Anon! This will be a cute one!

Onlooker

Summary: Druig and the Reader huddle close during a rainstorm

Warnings: just some fluff and a hint of angst

17. Cuddling Close to Keep Warm

28. "Are you blushing?" / "I'm just cold."

Druig loves the rain. But this rain is different

The rain he’s used to is in the Amazon, massive drops that were warm and soothing to hear in the middle of the night. It brought growth and life, the crops being nourished and the children playing under the leaves that dumped the water on their faces. It was a sign of good fortune and life back at his village

But here, here it was cold.

Ajak’s farmhouse was already cold, the wooden walls and floors seemed more bitter against Druig’s skin as the rain seems more violent and the water a biting freezing temperature. Sometimes he wondered why he left the Amazon when he was good and safe for the last 500 years. But with the Emergence and the near end of the world, he had no choice.

Plus, being back with his Eternal Family.

He walked out into the living room, hearing the quiet of the home and the low hum of the rain against the roof and walls. It was cold for certain, but it was also calming since this was Ajak’s home It had her touches everywhere he looked, leaving a dull feeling of regret in how he left her and the family all those centuries ago. It pained him, knowing he won’t ever see her again.

Or apologize.

Something caught his eye, a flicker of movement on the front porch. It made him look and walk over across the living room floor, Watching the long raindrops fall from the sky it hit the earth below and make the soil turn muddy. Out on the front porch among the wooden beams, you were standing right underneath the roof and watching the raindrops fall with wide eyes and in fascination.

A smile appeared on Druig’s face, seeing how natural you looked underneath the water that was cascading down onto your cheeks and onto your arms. He walked a little bit more, try not to disturb you as you were closing your eyes and breathing in the smell the fresh turn soil. You were always a fan of the elements and how they helped the earth thrive. Ever since you came to the planet, you were drawn to the rain and the storms that came behind them. You saw the power, the beauty of the colors, and the intense feeling of strength. You loved it all.

This was the very same.

Druig grabbed a thick blanket that was draped on Ajak’s old chair, making his way to the front door and keeping his eyes on you. A smile was still on your face and the water was starting to get into your hair and along your shoulders, though you never minded it one bit. Finally, Druig pushed open the door, feeling the bitter cold of the rain hit his face and fingers as he faced you.

You were still in a trance, letting the sounds of the rain invite you in and the feeling of it against your body soothe you. Druig inwardly loved watching you be still in nature, in the rain, almost like you were trying to listen to the earth and hear her voice inside of you.

Maybe you were.

“If you wish to watch me for the rest the morning, you might as well come stand next to me and watch the rain.” A voice came from you as Druig watched with intrigued. He didn’t realize that you knew that he was close by.

“I didn’t wish to disturb you,” he said in a confession as he smiled, “I didn’t realize that you knew that I was close by.”

“I can always send your presence when it is close by Druig,” you confessed to him, a smirk on your lips as you smiled and let a few more raindrops touch your nose, “I’ve always enjoyed your presence, even in the very beginning when we came to this world together.. You know that by now,”

Druig never told you, but he always love the way you said his name. Almost sounding like a prayer, or the cooling wind that came in the first light of the morning.

“Well then, let me give you a blanket so you don’t catch a cold,” Druig reasoned, moving to unfold the blanket and walking to you. As you drop the material over your shoulders, you sighed in relief from the new warm that was surrounding you were on your shoulders and arms. Yet before he could move away, you grabbed his arm and looked at him directly in the eyes. Druig looked lost, seeing your orbs go right into his.

“ Are you blushing?” You asked him sweetly, seeing him say nothing but do a shiver down your spine when the mention of the temperature was brought up. You giggled, Druig thinking it sounded like the little birds that used to be in the Amazon that he grew to love.

“No, I’m just cold,” he replied in a huff, making you move then to get some of the blankets around this shoulders too. Being close together and under the blankets, Druig felt both relief and warmth, not just from the blanket.

But from you.

“You’re not used the cold, I take it?” You asked in a loving tone. Druig chucking and was shaking his head

“It’s warmer in the jungle,” he answered, making you laugh as he went on, “I have gotten used to it there for 500 years,”

“Then keep me company, please?” You amazed him, “I love the rain and seeing it fall. It’s soothing, isn’t it?”

Soothing was such a word for Druig to use to define you. A soothing soul to help ease the most fragile heart, a soothing touch to being a power beast to its knees, a soothing smile to melt a frozen heart, and a soothing stare to bring joy. It was all Druig thought about with you, and how he wished he never left you behind all those years ago. How he wished to have held your hand as more than a friend

How he wished to love you.

But he merely watched the rain, holding your hand between you as the blanket shielded you two and kept your warmth close

The End.

Fall Prompt Round Two

#druig fanfiction #druig x fluff #druig x female reader #druig x you #druig x reader #druig x oc #druig x eternal!reader #fanfiction #writing #barry keoghan #druig #my love #eternals #marvel

[markleesthighs]

would you be so willing to write a sequel to 11:51? 🥺 i’m really curious as to what happened after jaehyun found out about y/n confession

-I’d love too, this concept has always been one of my favorites!

Jaehyun didn’t know how to feel, did he make a mistake? Is that why you painted that selfie? Jaehyun felt crushed. He didn’t know whether to chase after you while Rochelle is waiting for him in her car. He kept looking at you running away, and back at Rochelle.

“I’m sorry Rochelle.”

Jaehyun dashed after you, calling out your name, begging you to stop running before you slip and fall. Since it had just rained the rocks and grass were slippery, you didn’t watch where you were going and you tripped on a rock falling down on your knees. You heard Jaehyun screaming your name after seeing you fall.

Jaehyun caught up with you and your eyes had already been filled with tears, hopefully he just thought it was because you fell. Jaehyun suggested you go to the nurse, hoping that they are still here, you were telling him it was fine, but he kept nagging you to go. You agreed and Jaehyun picked you up, carrying you to the nurse’s office.

“You really need to be careful next time sweetie, especially when it just rained outside, the grass gets really muddy and slippery. So just be careful next time ok?” The nurse explained.

The nurse then left you and Jaehyun alone, while she went to go take a call.

“You didn’t need to take me, I could’ve gone by myself.”

“I just wanted to make sure you’re ok, what’s wrong with that?”

“Nothings wrong with that, besides don’t you have to do something with Rochelle later?”

“I don’t know about that, I just want to make sure you’re ok and you get home safe,”

“I don’t understand why you’re being so persistent about it.”

“I just saw someone I care about a lot almost fall face first on the ground.”

“YOU DONT CARE ABOUT ME!”

The room fell silent.

“What do you mean? Of course I care about you.”

“You don’t care about me the way I care about you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know what, never mind.”

You got up starting to walk out of the nurses office to go home when Jaehyun stopped you by pulling your arm.

“Do you want me to walk you home?”

“No.”

“Do you need someone to walk you home?”

“No.”

“Are you going to walk with someone home?”

“No.”

“Great, then I’ll walk home with you.”

“Wh- oh, you suck.”

Jaehyun laughed as you looked defeated but still mad. You had a cute little pout when you were angry and Jaehyun adored that about you. How your eyebrows would get all furrowed and your ears would turn red, it was the cutest thing to him.

The whole walk back home you gave Jaehyun one word or even no answers when he tried talking to you. All you could think about was Rochelle, and how they’re going to be dating, doing cute couple things you didn’t want to imagine. When he got to your house he was about to speak but you bolted for the door before he blocked you from opening it.

“Wait! Did you really mean what you said in the nurses office?”

“Yeah.”

“What did you mean by saying that I didn’t care about you?”

“I told you Jaehyun it was nothing, I was just frustrated I got hurt now move.”

“I’m not going to move until you tell me the real reason.”

You debated whether I’d be worth it to tell Jaehyun, I mean he already has a Valentine, you should rip off the bandaid to help yourself get over it. You took one big breath and stared into his brown doe eyes,

“I like you Jaehyun, like an I love you type of like.”

Jaehyun smirked, you were puzzled.

“Finally.”

You were beyond confused at this point, what did he mean by finally? Then it connected in your brain,

“You jerk! You knew the whole time?!” You started to hit his shoulders and kick his legs.

“How did you know?”

Jaehyun pulled out the letter you were supposed to give him for Valentine’s day. Your face dropped.

“I thought- I- give it back!”

You started to reach for it but Jaehyun held it above your head and you began jumping and climbing Jaehyun for it.

“I’m sorry you had to read that, just forget it!”

“Forget it? But I haven’t even given my answer yet.”

You froze while holding onto Jaehyun, slowly climbing down and walking to face him.

“So?”

“I like you too, in a I love you type of like, stupid.”

Your eyes widened, you didn’t know what to say.

“But what about Rochelle?”

“When looking back at it Rochelle was kind of like puppy love, I didn’t really know her I just had a crush on her. But after the time I’ve spent with you, I realized that this is the kind of love I want. That a crazy, silly, clumsy, girl that would climb me for a letter is what I really love.”

You were stunned, you didn’t know what to say, so you just hugged Jaehyun, he kissed the top of your head.

“I love you.”

#nct #nct 127 #nct imagine #nct fluff #nct angst #nct imagines #nct jaehyun fluff #nct jaehyun #nct yoonoh #nct jaehyun imagine #nct jaehyun imagines #nct jaehyun angst #nct jaehyun scenario #nct jaehyun scenarios #nct jung jaehyun #jung jaehyun #jung yoonoh #nct request #nct requests #nct timestamp #nct timestamps

[kin-the-muffin]

GUYS

WHY DO I KEEP NOT SEEING THINGS UNTIL THE DAY AFTER THEY COME

for those who are unaware:

I AM GOING TO HAVE A MENTAL BREAKDOWN

more of my screaming under the cut

ok so we’re starting right where we left off and OMIGOSH THE HUG I CANT HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

gus helping w the dishes is so sweet!! and amity omigosh this girl. not to mention camila is just taking it so coolly?? what am i saying, shes probably freaking out inside

I HAVE NEVER HATED A BAND-AID BOX IN MY ENTIRE LIFE AND I WILL NEVER DO SO MORE THAN I DO NOW IM GONNA CRY

is it just me or does it seem like luz is in shock? shes acting like everything’s fine, and not the way she acted in reaching out either, more like shes numb or something 🥺

hunter, bb, why would they hate you cuz youre a clone of caleb? that doesnt make you him. plus i dont actually think that caleb was ever a witch hunter in the first place. also, youre not helping luz. ily <3

why luz gotta blame herself, she couldn’t have ever known something like this would happen. and im not sure how time travel works in the owl house but id be willing to bet that even if she hadnt helped philip, he would have found someone else willing to be monster bait instead of her and lilith

‘we’ll tell them, when we’re ready’ girl that aint ever gonna happen. the way things go when ppl say stuff like that is that the thing gets pushed off until the characters cant help but slam right into it, no countermeasures to soften the blow. i am very worried about how this is gonna affect willow and amity.

AMITY’S LINGERING GAZE ON LUZ MA HEART AAAAAAA

ik there were some people who were worried that the gang wasnt gonna be ok with vee so im glad that they like her :)

well, glad to know that the philip-goo is, in fact, alive. screw that

gus nerding-out with all of the stuff in the basement XD (also camila why is there so much random stuff in your basement? 👀)

HUNTER NO STOP WHY WOULD YOU- UGH I THOUGHT YOU WERE GETTING OVER THIS

hunters little smile at gus :>

amity and willow protecting vee from the alarm clock, i cant- *wheeze*

ALL THE BABY PICTURES OF LUZ ARE SO CUTE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I WISH I COULD SEE THEM BETTER HHH I CANT WAIT A WEEK!!!!

willow looks so cute with her hair down i swear

MONTAGE BABYYYYYYYY

OMIGOSH ITS A MONTAGE INSIDE A MONTAGE

I AM SO SO SO SO SO SO GLAD THEY DROPPED THE ‘luzity’ CRAP AND DID LUMITY

THE PICTURES ARE SO CUTE, IM GONNA- *dies*

‘HI IM BI’ IF I COME OUT, THIS IS HOW IM DOING IT

LUZ AND AMITY’S GRINS AT CAMILA THEY ALL LOOK SO HAPPY AND AMITY IS BLUSHING

gus, i love you so much for that, the rainbow and everything

their drawings of their families are so cuuuuuuuute (and amity not drawing karen HA)

WAIT IS WILLOW WEARING A SHIRT WITH A SHOOTING STAR?????? YALL KNOW DANA DID THAT FOR ALEX YALL KNOW IT

CAMILA’S RAINBOW HEART STICKER

VEE’S LITTLE TRANSITION WAS SO CUTE

HUNTER

MY DUDE

WHY DID YOU EVEN LET YOUR HAIR GET THAT LONG

AND WHY DO YOU HAVE THAT BOOK

(our first real look at caleb???)

OK BUT SERIOUSLY HE LOOKS SO GOOD WITH THAT NEW HAIRCUT I’LL ADMIT I WAS WORRIED BUT THEY PULLED IT OFF!

idk what they were doing but the portal kinda worked for a second, before it, yknow, combusted

what even is that blob, i dont even wanna try to guess whats in it (THEY ALL LOOK SO PROUD OF THEMSELVES, MY BABIES)

amity’s look of wonder at the rain, my beloved <3<3

im so happy they got to have some fun after all the trauma, they really needed it

do i even need to say anything about luz and amity in the rain

luz’s drawing skills have gotten so much better!!! (dat trauma tho. the depression that she cant have everything she wants in one world. in the human realm, she has her mom and vee but in the demon realm, she can do magic and has her best friends (and gf) and eda and king)

looks like her palisman has yet to arrive :(

darnit shes back at school (i wonder how she figured that all out)

thank you for coming to my ted talk, now back to your regularly-scheduled reblogs

#the owl house #the owl house season 3 #toh #toh s3 #gus toh #amity blight #camila noceda #luz noceda #hunter toh #caleb wittebane #philip wittebane #lilith clawthorne #willow toh #lumity #vee noceda #eda clawthorne #king clawthorne #luz’s palisman #Youtube #kin’s rambles

[omnibused]

Hi! I have an audio request! I’ve never requested one of these before and I’m excited for the results! Before I start, thank you for doing audios, literally it adds to the magical headcannons and just so comforting. ❤️ For the request I was thinking pov MC and Ominis are laying together in bed or in the Slytherin common room, light rain drops, fireplace in background and perhaps Claire de Lune playing too faintly? I liked the Chopin audio so I thought another classic music would be good too! And the conversations between them would be like “How are you feeling tonight? Are you comfortable? Can I play with your hair/hands?” Asking things about their day! Just enjoying each others company in the night. You can add more dialogue where you see fit, or light chuckles, I feel like it’s such a cute cozy thing for listeners to enjoy before bed 🥺 THANK YOU! 🫶🏼

Ohh, yes! What a lovely idea! Honestly, since I made a couple of comforting ones I thought others might like as well, in response to some of my own ongoing issues, I've been wanting to make some more like this! Just soothing, comforting ambiance, nice to listen to before bed, or when you're feeling out of it.

But, in short, absolutely! I'd love to make something like this one!

Right now I'm working on another audio piece, based on one of my posted head canons, but I'd love to start on this one right after! Look for it in the next day or so, I'll tag you as well! ^_^ 🥰

#ominis gaunt #audio request #I've been wanting to experiment with more comforting ambiance audios for a while now #say no more ♥

[tinywitchgoblin]

hi :D i was wondering if i could get a tbb ship?

i’m 22 with wavy blonde shoulder-length hair, blue-grey eyes and 5’6”! i’m studying aviation management in uni and have a huge interest in the aviation industry!

in my down time i love love love relaxing and watching videos, playing games with my friends, drawing and painting or reading! i’m a bit of an ambivert and can be super friendly and outgoing sometimes, but also enjoy keeping to myself and can get overwhelmed and socially drained… i tend to hyperfixate and ramble a lot so i worry that i bother others with my talking! i can be an extremely emotional person and i find that i cry very very easily even over small issues… i also find that i am a good listener and can empathise with others when they need to rant

my love languages are most definitely gift giving and physical touch! i love showing my friends and partners that i care for them by buying or making them things that reminded me of them or that i think they’d like! i love cuddling and holding hands and soft touches - just something to ground me and remind me i’m wanted

i love love gloomy and rainy weather and curling up and sleeping as the rain hits the windows. i prefer night to day and wanted to be an astronomer when i was younger because i loved the stars and moon so much. i find peace in these quiet times

my fashion sense can be all over the place.. i love comfy oversized loungewear but also dresses and skirts with cute heels or chunky boots! i love jewellery too and find sentimentality in the pieces i own - treasuring ones that are gifted to me or remind me of others!

thanks so much & i love your works <3 have a great day!!

Thank you 🥺 you too!

I ship you with...

Tech!

Being a pilot himself (among many other things), you and Tech quickly bonded over all things aviation-related. He wanted nothing more than to show you the Marauder, and one day when it was just you and him, he got to do just that. He shyly asked if you wanted to learn to fly, and when you said yes, he got so excited!! To be fair, he did end up infodumping about the ship for over an hour before the actual lesson began, but you weren't about to complain.

Speaking of infodumping, sometimes you and he will spend an evening together just... straight up infodumping on each other. And you both love it. You both really enjoy learning and being in each other's presence, so it works out well. Once you've been together for a while, he will even let you lay your head on him while the infodumping is occurring. At first, Tech was very hesitant with physical touch; it fended to overwhelm him pretty quickly. However, as your relationship progressed, he became more comfortable with your touch- and sometimes even initiating physical contact himself.

When Tech discovered your love for astronomy, he wanted to show you so many different things! It's one thing to look at/learn about celestial objects while looking through a telescope; it's another thing entirely to be on a ship, sitting in front of those same celestial objects. He'll take you on the Marauder to see everything- nebulas, asteroid fields, gas giants, all types of stars; you name it, he takes you to see it. He loves being able to show you different parts of the galaxy and teaching you about them. It's one of the many ways he shows you how much he loves you.

-

Thanks for reading! If you want a ship request like this one, drop it in my ask box, and don't forget to reblog 💚 it may take a little bit, but I'll get to it eventually!

#the bad bois #the bad batch #tech bad batch #tech x reader #technically #tech #technology #tbb tech #tech tbb #tech the bad batch #star wars x reader

[sukunasweetheart]

For the 100 followers event, maybe a drabble of cat!sukuna with witch!S/O? J-Just maybe uvu

omg ofc! glad you enjoyed it enough that you'd want a drabble out of it 🥺 if you're wondering which post anon is talking abt, its right here

Word count: 1k

witch!reader and cat!sukuna below;

You irritably gritted your teeth, a vein popping out of your forehead, fists shaking with fury.

"What's wrong? You're being awfully hostile," Sukuna drawled as he casually knocked another one of your potions off of the shelf, wearing a smirk that didn't fit his cute face at all.

"You little..."

With a sigh, you opened up your fists and focused on restoring the spilled potions instead, using your magic. Sukuna jumped off of the shelf and sat down next to the mess he'd created, looking content with himself.

"So you can use that spell after all. Was there a need to be so irate over it?" he questioned, licking his paw.

"What is wrong with your logic? Even if I can fix it, it's still annoying if you keep breaking things whenever you feel like it," you yelled at him.

"It's a consequence for not focusing on undoing my spell."

"You're not my only customer. I can't just drop everything and pour all my energy into you like that."

"And why not? I thought I'd promised you all of my treasures in exchange," he said as he rolled his eyes.

"Your spell is complicated, so it'll take a while. How else am I gonna cover the food, clothing and housing expenses until then?!"

"If you'd devoted more time to me, that wouldn't be as big of a problem."

The two of you quarreled - until you finally snapped. Picking the damn feline up by the scruff of his neck, you stomped out to the front door.

"Impudent...you dare order me around!" He flicked his tail with indignance. Sukuna whipped around and crawled away from your shop with a dismissive stance, refusing to give in easily.

"You-! Unhand me this instant, woman!"

"I'm not letting you back inside until you swear you'll no longer break my stuff again," you told him as you chucked him out. He landed on the grass with ease and turned around to face you.

"Insolent fool. As if I'd-"

He stopped when you slammed the door on him.

"Fine, whatever. I can always find someone else to fill in your spot."

-

If there was one thing that Sukuna hated more than anything else about his current appearance, it was the fact that he kept having to look up at these puny little humans. Something that was impossible, back when he still maintained his original form. He missed seeing them cower in fear under his presence.

The children crouched down and poked around at him, their eyes curious and widened.

The children gasped - and the boy began to wail out loud. Sukuna huffed with annoyance, now having to deal with the hideous screeching. The brat's father came running soon enough, to Sukuna's dismay.

"Don't touch me without my permission!" he hissed, his fur standing up on its end.

"It's a talking cat!" they exclaimed, getting excited.

Another kid prodded at his leg with a stick, causing him to jump up. In retaliation, he scratched the boy on his arm - making him bleed.

Chaos soon ensued as the man had tried to kick him away, only to miss as Sukuna dodged the attack easily. The children were sent into a frenzy however, and during their flailing and running about, one of them had managed to step on his tail pretty badly.

As much as he wanted to stay behind and teach all of them a lesson, his powerlessness caused him to flee the scene feeling anguish and wronged.

-

Today was already such a shitty day - but the weather just had to make it worse, deciding to start pouring out of the blue. Now his tail was sore AND he was drenched.

Sukuna managed to find a little tree, where he could find a safe haven away from the heavy droplets of rain. He shook his body, ridding himself of the extra moisture, only to wince in pain as it affected his injured tail.

Sukuna sat down at the base of the tree, scowling. He began wondering if he really should go back to where you were. You were brazen and a rude witch - but at least you didn't touch him without asking or step on his tail.

"There you are. You’ve gotten so awfully scrawny, I almost didn’t recognise you."

Sukuna flinched at the voice and looked up, only to see you standing before him with an expressionless face, holding an umbrella.

You're met with a silence, with only the sound of the rain surrounding the two of you. Then, you notice the state of his tail.

"Hmph. So you come looking for me in the end," he spoke with his head held high, turning away from you.

"God, you're so stubborn. Is it that difficult for you to just apologise?" you huffed, frowning at him.

"What happened to your tail?"

"What do you care?”

You let out another long sigh, narrowing your eyes at the grumpy feline.

“Come on,” you told him, crouching down and opening your arms up.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t let me back in.”

“So you’re not coming back?”

Home...?

You’re met with another longer silence, as Sukuna refuses to meet your eyes.

“We can sort it out later, after we get home.”

“...Fine.”

-

He slowly crawled into your arms.

He wouldn’t admit it even if it killed him, but an overwhelming amount of relief took over his body - as he felt the warmth of your embrace once again.

After giving him a careful bath, you gently dried him off with a soft towel.

“I thought you were indestructible, even as a cat,” you said, putting the towel away.

“I am. My healing has just slowed immensely.” Sukuna eyed his own tail, clearly displeased. You realised how unhappy you were, at the fact that he’d gotten hurt.

The soothing of his tail-ache is instantaneous, as you heal him wordlessly.

“Come here. I’ll do it for you.”

“No. Just leave it.”

His blunt rejection ticked you off a bit, but you went over anyway, approaching him. Despite having turned your offer down, he didn’t move away once you got closer.

He muttered something of an agreement, and that was enough to resolve the little dispute between the two of you.

“I promise I’ll dedicate more time to breaking your curse,” you said as you smoothed a thumb over his now recovered tail, “so stop pushing stuff off my shelves, okay?”

Sukuna wondered why you were being so gentle about it, all of a sudden.

Masterlist

#100 followers event #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #thank you for requesting! #this was fun to write

[blackbat05]

Between the lines

Makkari x Druig

A/N: Was surfing through tumblr tags and saw an idea about how Druig would probably read any books that Makkari recommends, leaving little notes in between the lines and I thought that was really cute! So behold - my feeble attempt in creating more fluff? Thanks for the support in advance!!!🥺 Likes, comments & reblogs are appreciated if you can!

Genre: PG-13, Fluff/Comfort

Warnings: Taking some elements from the movie but creating my own plot. Mentions of war and death. No major spoilers. A bit long? My cheesy attempts.

Note: Gosh when the HD version is out I’m sure it’ll be crazy! I mean just look at them!😭 (Italics = Signing)

***

He felt like shit.

He thought Babylon was the last of it. He truly believed that with his gift, he could stop blood from being spilled.

Maybe Ajak was right - they weren’t meant to intervene.

He saw a kid die today from a blast. And there was nothing he could do about it.

Druig drags himself back to his sanctuary, throwing his body unceremoniously onto the worn out sofa. Turning his head to the kitchen, he wonders if he should try drowning himself in good old alcohol.

Nope, that wasn’t him.

A thick blue book lying on his kitchen table catches his eye. He had been preoccupied lately, forgetting about the book that she had recommended him. He promised her that he would read it.

And he always kept his promise.

Grabbing the book by its spine, he settles back onto the sofa, jumping into another reality.

———

Makkari expertly weaves in and out of the crowds. Like many others, she too was trying to escape the rain that London could never be rid of.

All she wanted was to get to her favorite bookstore. Apart from the domo, the bookstore came in a close second where she could feel at peace, not having to worry about deviants. Or in modern day… judgement from people.

She sees the bell attached to the store move, signaling her entrance. Makkari greets the elderly owner who was one of the very few people she had an attachement with on this planet.

Another book today?

Yes. The book was very interesting. I couldn’t put it down the moment I started!

And there was no lie in it. The owner had recommended her a mystery book during her previous visit. Each chapter was short but concise, leaving her desperate to know what had happened next. The details were so real that she wondered if the author himself was an agent from the secret service.

Yet again, she had unlocked another portal into another world. It truly amazed her even after 7,000 years.

Oh. By the way, there’s something for you. The owner rummages through the shelves, drawing out a book that Makkari could easily recognize.

A young man dropped by, giving me this. He told me it was for you.

Druig was in London? The last time she saw him was in Qatar - passing the book to him as she believed he would enjoy it like she did.

———

What’s this?

A noir book that I read. I think you would like it. Matches your personality. Makkari couldn’t help but to smile looking at Druig’s confused face.

What does that mean?

You should know better than anyone else, Mister Grumpy.

Hey! He attempted to look offended but who was he kidding? He was enjoying her company every second.

———

Is he here? That man that passed you the book.

I think so. I went for a break in the afternoon. He may have left then.

But it was worth a shot. Makkari thanks him, walking up the spiral staircase, book clutched in her hands. She notices a red post-it sticking out from one of the many pages, piquing her interest.

Reaching the second level, she steps aside into one of the aisle, curious about the contents of the post-it. Makkari knew that cursive handwriting instantly.

The leading lady was pretty, but she would never hold a candle to your beauty.

She knew she had shut the book a little too loud as she attracted stares from the few visitors at the same aisle as her. Makkari bows her head slightly, to apologize for the sudden noise.

She walks briskly to the next aisle, trying to ignore the increasing temperature of the store. Makkari settles down by facing one of the shelves, pretending to be engrossed in a cookbook.

Once she had regained her composure, Makkari decides to leave, sure that he was no where to be found in the store.

She turns around, almost barreling face first into Druig.

It takes her a few seconds to recover from the collision, taking in the sight in front of her. Decked out in leather jacket and jeans that was complete with aviator sunglasses perched on his head, the man looked like he was going to attend a rock concert after this.

What, no hug? I’m disappointed princess. He smirks before being tackled by Makkari in a bear hug.

Druig visited her every now and then, definitely more than any of the other eternals. There was something calming… enjoyable about these visits.

There was something about her that balanced out the looming dark clouds in his head.

Missed me?

She rolls her eyes good-naturedly. Is that suppose to be a question?

Can’t blame a guy for checking in on his girl can you?

He had came to her, hoping to seek comfort for the horrors he saw less than a week ago. But the moment he saw her, Druig wanted to kick those thoughts out of his head. He wanted to do nothing else but to just be with her.

As fast as she was, Makkari caught onto his mannerisms quickly. The smile that he was giving her… it wasn’t the one that she was used to.

Hey… you ok?

He didn’t want to be too caught up in his emotions. Druig let’s out a deep breath, releasing the tension in his chest.

Do you want to talk about it?

He shakes his head, not wanting to relieve the terrible moments. Not now. Just be with me?

Makkari nods, gently taking his hand. That’s what he loved about her. She wasn’t like the rest - demanding to know why he was acting the way he usually did in front of them. She waited, gave him the space he needed.

Along the way, she expertly grabs a few books on the shelves, settling down at the couch that faced the busy streets of London.

You seem to know your way around here.

I’m good friends with Ed. He’s the owner here - a nice man. He let’s me stay for as long as I need, until he comes to close the store.

Placing the books on the mahogany table, Makkari passes him one.

It’s one of my favorite comfort books. The protagonist goes through a break up and decides that whatever decision he makes, it would be decided by chance.

Druig raises his eyebrows in curiosity, not sure how a breakup was considered humorous. Humans were sure strange.

Give it a try! The writing just sucks you in, makes you forget where you are.

And so Druig finds himself opening the book, ready to be throughly entertained.

———

Druig flips the last page, closing the book with satisfaction. Once again, Makkari had done it again.

It was only when the book had been placed on the table, he notices her dozing off at the corner of the sofa. She must have finished her book before him.

Yet again, she waited for him.

Makkari stirs as she felt the movement of the couch.

I’m sorry, did I wake you?

It’s fine, I was about to wake up anyway. How was the book?

I liked it. It was everything as you said. Thank you.

A moment of silence filled the air as they watched cars fighting to get to their destination.

I’m going to take a look around for a while. Let me know when you’re ready. And Druig disappears into one of the many aisles.

Stretching her arms, Makkari finds another note - this time in orange, slipped in between the pages of the book that she had recommended him earlier. She reaches out for it faster, eager to see what he had written this time.

The protagonist is stupid. He really left everything to chance! Including the girl that he loved!

Makkari laughs internally, imagining Druig’s exasperation at the whimsical plot.

Then, she finally sees it.

If it was me, I wouldn’t leave what I love to chance. I wouldn’t leave you to chance.

***

A/N: God I’m the impulsive writer that just starts randomly and sees where it takes her😂 Didn’t expect to come up with another drukkari fic this quickly but here we are! I have one more exam so things will be a bit slower but hope you enjoy this and the previous fic I wrote about them! I also have a headcanon on our lovely Gilgamesh and Thena that you can visit at my masterlist! It’s titled <Around the World> Anyways, I hope it’s alright! Yes, this is the song inspiration I had while I was writing it😬

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[sehunniepotwrites]

I wish you'd write a johnjae triangle 🥺

title: unscripted pairing: best friend!jaehyun x theatre major!reader x theatre major!johnny genre: slow burn, angst, fluff, college!au, theatre!au

a/n: BESTIE SAID JOHNJAE LOVE TRIANGLE, LET'S GO, BITCHES!

The last time you bore witness to Jeong Jaehyun’s acting was in middle school, where he was chosen as the lead role due to his looks and not his (lack of) talent. His cute looks and his charming dimple were his saving graces that year. Your best friend of many years banned you from mentioning that awful memory ever again and that was that. 

You had lived your life thinking Jaehyun was a terrible actor but as he sat in front of you in an empty rehearsal room, earnestly delivering a scripted declaration of love, you questioned everything you knew. It seemed that every single time Jaehyun ran lines with you in the past, the boy was holding back. The current script in his hand, completely annotated with all your lines and notes, was turned to one of the highlights of the play: a confession. He said his lines so effortlessly, like he was born to do it and you were too stunned to speak.

The desperation in his deep brown eyes. The way his voice trembled, his tone deep and vulnerable. It amazed you. You forgot your next line and he nudged you with the script he held in his hand. 

“Oh my god, Jae,” you breathed out, still overwhelmed by the amount of emotions he displayed.

“What?” His brows dipped and he leaned closer to you. 

You slapped his chest and his yelp distracted you from your rapidly beating heart. “All this time I thought you couldn’t act!”

Jaehyun caught your wrist before you could land another hit on his chest. But instead of letting go of your hand, he silently slid his palm until it aligned with yours. Your eyes watched as your best friend gently interlocked his long, pretty fingers with yours. Looking up at him, you saw a flush taking over his ears. When your curious gaze drifted to his eyes, Jaehyun was staring at you with a look you had never seen aimed at you before. 

You had seen it aimed at other girls Jaehyun dated in the past. But never at you. His smile was as soft as his touch. 

Jaehyun’s face was filled with love. Not the platonic love. But a love that pushed someone to kiss their partner under the falling rain. A love that made you believe happy endings existed.

“I wasn’t acting,” Jaehyun confessed. The words on the page were a perfect way to describe his feelings for you and he had taken advantage of it. You just didn’t know how to react to it all. It was all so sudden and unexpected. 

Expect the unexpected, the drama department always said. But this--your best friend harboring romantic feelings for you--was the last thing on your mind. Especially when you were just starting to see someone else.

The door to the room opened and in came your handsome co-star. Jaehyun immediately dropped your hand as the taller man approached and greeted you with a kiss on the cheek. 

“Hey there, superstar. What’d I miss?” Johnny grinned at you as he pulled his script out of his bag. 

“Um, I--” What were you supposed to say? 

“I was just helping her go over your confession scene, Johnny. It seems like she’s already got it memorized.” Jaehyun’s smile never reached his eyes. His dimples never came out to play. You wanted to stop your best friend from leaving and hold a proper conversation about what just occurred but rehearsal was about to start. You couldn’t leave. It was his perfect escape. 

“Thanks, Jaehyun, you’re a great help,” Johnny nodded at the other boy who was now by the door. Jaehyun merely shrugged before exiting the room without another word.

You watched him leave and for some reason, your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach. Even when you were now alone with Johnny, the boy who charmed you during your five dates and endless rehearsals, did nothing to pick it back up. 

When Johnny’s full lips pressed against yours for a fraction of a second, all you could think of was Jaehyun. 

“Ready for another long night of rehearsals, babe?”

You faked a smile and hoped Johnny didn’t notice. “Ready as I’ll ever be, Johnny.”

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[arrogantsonofabiscuit]

Finding other guy’s physique attractive

Feat:- Sakusa, Kuroo & Atsumu

Genre:- fluff mentions of pet names and cute jealous boys🥺

A/n:- I can’t get omi’s pouty face out of my head pls sir give me your hand in marriage 🤲🤲 (simping over anime or any series characters physique 👀😵)

Sakusa Kiyoomi:-

You were on the couch waiting for Sakusa to come out of his shower and join you to watch the anime which you wanted to watch for so long.

He plops down next to you on the couch and taps your shoulder indirectly asking you give him his kiss. You smile and kiss his cheek.

“Hey”

“Hi omi. How was practice?”

“Tiring as always what about you?”

“Oh it was great. Do you wanna watch the anime?”

“Sure” You press the space bar and the anime starts playing on the screen. The story line was quite interesting so you guys kept on watching the episodes not evening glancing at the clock on the wall.

“Omi can you pass me the water bottle? It’s on the coffee table.” He picks up the water bottle and was about to give you , but then you squealed loudly and he dropped the water bottle on the floor.

“Love? What’s wrong?”

“Look at him on the screen whoa he is so hot?!?damn he is shirtless omg omg !” Sakusa paused for second to let the words sink in. Who tf is hot? 0-0?

“Look at him. The black haired one,damn he looks so good” you say excitedly not noticing the big prominent pout on his face. He clicks his tongue in annoyance and studies the anime character who has all your undivided attention.

After completing the whole season you guys decided to sleep. Sakusa wasn’t paying any attention to you and plopped on the bed placing the blanket on top of him.

“Omi?” You poke him, he hums “he wasn’t as good looking as you tho!” You tease him . He lifts the blanket allowing you to slip in.

“I wasn’t jealous or anything” he replies and let’s out a huff. “Mhmm sure, he was hot tho”

“🤨”

“Okay my big pouty baby he wasn’t as hot as you”

“....”

Kuroo Tetsurou:-

Kuroo and you decided to always have movie nights every friday, since saturday and sunday you guys would just cuddle eat food and do nothing.

Watching a movie which you guys heard a lot about and was recommended by Kenma .

“I am so excited to watch this movie!” you exclaim and sit on the couch next to Kuroo, who started devouring the popcorn before playing the movie on the screen.

“Mpf too” 

“Me too? that’s what you meant right?” you chuckle and eat some popcorns as well.

“yeah, let’s play the movie.”

The movie starts playing on the tv screen. You dim the lights and pick some popcorn and eat it, glancing at the bowl you were surprised as the bowl was half empty.

The movie was interesting from the very beginning. The way they were unfolding the story was so catching that you guys forgot that the popcorn bowl was empty and it was raining outside.

“Y/n , is it raining outside?”

“Hmm?”

“Is it raining outside?”

“I guess”

The eyes were glued to the screen as a villain enters in the movie and the world seems to stop for you. A villain—>backstory—>sad—>emotionally unstable —>y/n loves.

Yeah the villain was super attractive and you were literally drooling at the sight.

“Y/n?” Kuroo calls you as he saw that you were literally drooling for the guy who is not Kuroo smh.

“Kitten? Is he hotter than me?”

“Yeah”

“😃—>😟”

Kuroo was pouting and wasn’t at all happy since you were drooling for the villain plus you said yes that the villain was hotter than Kuroo. (Seriously y/n? Wait I would have done the same tho 😏😛)

After the movie ended and the villain was killed you were sad . But Kuroo smiled because less competition (really Kuroo?🤨)

“He was so good looking you know and his character development, he shouldn’t have died you know” you tell Kuroo as you got up from the couch to enter your bedroom to sleep.

“Yeah”

“What’s wrong?” You could sense that Kuroo was hiding some so you wanted to know .

“Nothing”

“🤨 nothing?”

“Okay fine, you called him more attractive than me . I did not like that , he had all your attention on him! Aren’t I more handsome than him?😅”

“Oh” you start giggling because Kuroo was pouting and was whiny about you liking the character more than him.

“Honey, he is not my Kuroo Tetsurou the guy I fell in love with in high school. This guy was just a character who seemed to be hmm... interesting you know only for a moment nothing else. And he is more attractive than you ... no way” you reply.

“He isn’t” he replies and smiles a bit.

“Yeah he isn’t” you smile at his pout and kiss his lips.

“He doesn’t even have your bed head”

“Y/n!!!! Don’t ruin the moment”

“Okay”

Atsumu Miya:-

You and him were watching your favourite web series in your bedroom, with the blanket wrapped around. It was very comfy indeed.

Atsumu was lying on your stomach and you were stroking his hair gently, making Atsumu almost fall asleep on you.

“AHHHH!!!!!!!”

“Huh, what’s wrong Angel face?!?! Did someone die?!?” Atsumu jolts from the bed pulling the blanket off you guys in the process.

You were flustered because the character was shirtless and boy was he ripped ughhh. Ahem ~

“Angel face, my body is more ripped”

“Yeah sure” you scoff (the audacity y/n)

“I am hurt y/n” Atsumu clutches his shirt and whines.

“‘Tsumu let me pls watch the series okay?” You request him and continue watching the show.

Atsumu was a pouty baby now and he did not like that you paid more attention to somebody other than him.

He gets up from his previous position and being the jealous boy that he is , he takes his shirt off to take a shower.

“I am going to take a shower” he announces and was about to enter the bathroom that’s when you,

“Whoa whoa wait Mister , maybe I was wrong you are hella ripped. Imma forget about the guy I called hot. I have a hot s/o whoa!” You were blushing at this point.

Atsumu had a smug look on his face and he plops on top of you.

“Atsumu, you do know that you are the only guy I love right?”

“You can shower with me 😒, c’mon”

“Thank you baby”

“Mhmm but I am hotter don’t forget about it”

“Yes yes”

Thanks for reading. Take care <3

Reblogs are highly appreciated <3

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[violetlilysunshine]

Soooo I had a dream... harry and I were driving around the english countryside as friends and on the way back it starts to rain really hard so we decided to stop at an inn to spend the night and then we confess to eafh other 🥺🥺 would you write that? It can go either way you want 💗💗💗

aww I love cute dreams like that! The last dream I had, that actually woke me up this morning, was that someone was breaking into my house .......... yeah, not a great start to my day! Not that you asked, but, uh, there's some free info for ya!

I kinda got carried away after I started. Hope you enjoy ❤️

Warnings: pet names [bug, Red, lovebug], one kiss, just fluff otherwise :)

900 Celebration

"Do you think we should stop?" you asked carefully. Harry was not the type to give up, and would be very upset if he had to, but it was getting really hard to see and you were starting to get very nervous, so you felt that you needed to make the suggestion at least.

"No, bug, I think we're fine," he grunted, leaning forward and squinting to see out the windshield. Even in his grumpy state he still managed to use your nickname, showing he wasn’t really mad at you.

"I don't think we're fine, if you're driving like that," you insist, "plus we're not too far from that little inn we had lunch at that one time."

"The little place? With the white brick?" he asked, trying to pull the image up in his mind.

"Yeah, the one with the good rolls," you chuckle, knowing that will draw his memory.

"Oh yeah!"

"So you're okay with stopping now?" you laugh.

"Hey, we have to stop for a roll at least."

You laugh as you round the corner. The vision of the white brick comes into view, “looks cozy,” you smile, trying to lighten up the mood.

He pulls up the drive, parking in front of the door to let you out.

“What’re you doing?” you ask, seeing as this clearly wasn’t a parking space.

“What do you mean, go in so you don’t get wet, I’ll be in in a minute.”

“Harry,” you started to protest.

“No, go in and get us a room,” he insisted, reaching over your lap to open the door, “pip, pip.”

You reluctantly grabbed your purse and stepped out of the car. He watched you for a minute as you walked in. He couldn’t help his gaze dropping to your bum before it slowly climbed back up your body. Once you were safely inside, he pulled around the lot to a space before running to the entrance.

~~~~~

Thankfully they had a room that you and Harry could occupy for the night. Seeing as it was a small country inn, there was only one bed, but it’s not the end of the world. You could sleep on the couch or something. And you’d volunteer seeing as he’s the one who got soaked in the rain.

Once in the room, Harry headed off to the shower while you settled on the small sofa and started scrolling through the TV guide seeing if there was anything good playing that night to entertain yourselves.

Once you’d decided that there was nothing but garbage on, you clicked off the TV and threw the remote to the other end of the sofa.

Harry was just exiting the bathroom as you did this: “take it there’s nothing on then?” he teased.

No matter how badly you wanted to come up with a cheeky response, your brain was working against you. Your eyes trailed down the short robe he’d adorned himself with. It didn’t seal very high, leaving much of this chest on display and cut quite a bit shorter than any shorts he’d ever worn.

It took all your energy to muster out a, “no,” and focus again on his face.

He quirked an eyebrow at you after hearing the hitch in your voice, “what?”

“Nothing,” you coughed, “nothing at all.”

“I look ridiculous I know, but I wanted my clothes to dry before we get in the car when the rain stops.”

“That’s fine,” you answered, “doesn’t bother me.”

“I can call the front desk and see if they have any clothes I can borrow if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“No, don’t do that, I’m fine. You can take the bed if you want,” you smiled.

“What about you?” he asked with a chuckle.

“You ran in the rain for me,” you laugh, “I think that earned you the bed.”

“We can share it,” he suggested, “it’s big enough for the both of us.”

“Oh no, I’m fine,” you whispered.

“Get in the bed, bug,” he insisted with a chuckle, “you say you’re fine but your eyes say exhausted.”

You couldn’t argue with him, only imagining what you looked like at the moment, “alright.”

You slipped out of your jeans, thanking God you’d put on an oversized shirt that morning. The other shirt you thought about wearing would only be ridiculously uncomfortable all night long. Harry couldn’t help himself as he glanced at your bare legs. Not trying to be a perv, he quickly busied himself with the blanket, crawling in and closing his eyes so he wouldn’t be tempted to look again.

After you’d tied your hair out of the way, you joined him.

“You can open your eyes, Red,” you whispered as you settled on the pillow.

He did so slowly, peeking with one first, “didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he answered.

“You wouldn’t have,” you smiled. Your hand absentmindedly reached up and brushed a half-wet-stray curl off his face.

“Thank you,” he whispered, “and, uh, if it isn’t going to make you uncomfortable, might I say you’re beautiful?”

“Is that a question?” you joked, trying to distract yourself and calm your pounding heart.

“No,” he laughed, “you are beautiful.”

“You’re just saying that because I’m in bed with you,” you giggled, “girls always look more interesting in low lighting.”

“Well you’re beautiful in any lighting,” he blurted out before he even had a chance to think about what he was going to say. “I mean, uh, sorry, that was… that was weird.”

You decided to follow your heart and take a leap of faith. If you were reading his signals right, he was thinking something more too.

“It’s only weird if you don’t mean it,” you whispered, playing with his curls again.

“I mean it,” he whispered, quieter than ever, “it’s always been you, bug.”

You smiled at that, your heart beating out of your chest: “yeah?”

“‘Course,” he whispered.

His hand slipped up to yours on his temple, smoothing around your wrist and pulling it down to lock your fingers together.

You scooted closer, inches from his face as you whispered, “am I crazy? Is this just the rain and romantic inn talking?”

“Believe it or not, lovebug, it’s real,” he laughed.

“Good.”

He pressed his lips to yours gently; he squeezed your hand for half a second before pulling away.

Despite the romantic moment, your brain couldn’t think of anything else: “so,” you whispered, “you think they’ll bring us some rolls?”

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