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milf-harrington · 1 year

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29. putting ear over their heart, for steddie 💕

please enjoy some domestic fluff w the barest sprinkling of angst (like a tiny smidgen, barely a paragraph)

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The apartment was quiet when Steve got in, back from lunch with Robin down at the cafe by her university.

It wasn't the kind of quiet Steve was used to, the kind that lurked in empty hallways. A dreadful, empty sort of quiet that sunk into your bones like water in the lungs of someone drowning.

This was a new sort of quiet: radio playing on the kitchen windowsill, the window by the couch left open with Eddie's ashtray tucked next to the cord for the blinds. Music and voices and engines from the street wafted in on the breeze, immediately dampened when Steve reached up and pulled the window back down with a thud.

It was a lived in sort of quiet. An Eddie's-either-not-home-or-he's-asleep-somewhere quiet.

Considering the window had been left open, Steve was betting on the asleep somewhere option.

Trying to stay quiet, Steve headed down the short hallway and pushed open their bedroom door. The blinds were open, and the bed was half made, the pillows left piled to one side with their cases folded on top like Eddie'd gotten distracted halfway through.

Steve snorted, fond, and stepped back into the hallway.

Their apartment wasn't big- two small bedrooms, a bathroom and a kitchen/living room combination with enough space for a dining table in between - so it wouldn't be hard to track his boyfriend down.

And it wasn't, Steve found him in the second-bedroom-turned-"office", stretched out in a sunbeam, like one of the stray cats he insisted on feeding.

He had one arm sorta stretched above his head, the other resting on his tummy as he snored into his armpit, guitar and notebook discarded to the side. The vacuum was in there too, and Steve had to step over it to get inside the room.

Apparently, Eddie had made a valiant attempt at cleaning while he'd been gone.

The thing is, when Eddie cleaned, he had to make a whole thing of it- turn it into one of his roleplaying games, with outfits and silly voices, or else he'd never actually get it done.

His usual version of a cleaning costume was to just keep his hair out of his face with a headband made out of a bandanna, folded into the cliched little triangle and all, and a long sleeved shirt so he could dramatically roll up his sleeves.

Today, he'd gone as far as to put on an old apron he'd accidentally stolen from a past job working at a deli. The duster he'd shoved in the front pocket was dangerously close to slipping out, only kept in place by the angle of Eddie's hip.

The thing is- Eddie was, like, a really deep sleeper. And he didn't tend to move much. And he was sort of just lying there, bandanna wrapped around the top of his head, hair splayed out under him, head tilted just enough to show off the long-healed scars in his cheek. And Steve was, much to his own dismay, a worrier.

And it had been a good 3 years since the spring of '86, and he could literally see Eddie's stomach rising and falling with each breath but-

But.

Feeling ridiculous, but knowing he'd just get more and more anxious until it became an actual problem, Steve sighed and carefully lowered himself into a crouch. He reached out, intending to shake Eddie awake, just to make sure he would, but paused as his fingers brushed fabric.

If he'd fallen asleep in the middle of the day, on the floor no less, then he probably needed it.

So, sticking his tongue out in a habit he'd definitely gotten from the man sleeping on the floor right now, Steve carefully moved the duster and the arm laying over Eddie's tummy and threw a leg over his hips.

He knee-walked backwards until he was hovering over his thighs instead, and then carefully laid down on top of him, turning his head so his ear was pressed against Eddie's sternum.

It took a second to settle, for the sound of shifting fabric to stop and then-

thu-thump. thu-thump. thu-thump.

He laid there for a little longer, just listening, just checking, until sun-warmed arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders. Steve didn't know if Eddie was fully awake, but he didn't say anything about waking up to Steve on top of him.

Instead he let out a long, pleased sigh. Dug his fingers into Steve's hair and gently scratched his scalp, movements slow and sleepy.

In a few minutes, Steve would sit up and ask Eddie what he was doing napping on the floor and Eddie will explain that he'd been cleaning, and then he'd gotten an idea for a song and he didn't want to forget it.

Then they'd get up, Steve hauling his boyfriend off the floor with dramatic grunts and groans like men twice their age, and finish cleaning the apartment together.

But for now, Steve just settled in a little more comfortably, listening to Eddie's heart beat.

#sorry this took me awhile i was drawing mermaids #i also wrote this in one sitting so it's a little messy but hey! that's what ask-prompts are all about in my book #me reading a cheesy ending: ''YEAH WOOO''#me writing a cheesy ending: ''oh. gross''#anyway #i hope you like it <3 #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fluff #steve harrington #eddie munson #my writing #asks #sharpbutsoft

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amomentsescape · 8 months

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Slashers React to You Being Harassed

Warnings: Being verbally harassed by a gross man, some cuss words

A/N: A lot of you seemed to really like the last "Slashers React" fic I did, so I figured I'd write up another one. This came out a little cheesy, but oh well? Hope you enjoy!

Context: You were feeling a little cooped up recently due to being stuck inside from the flu. Now that you were feeling better, you wanted to go out and take some time away from home. But of course, you could never have more than a few minutes of peace. Some older man decides that you are the perfect one to pick on. He attempts to flirt with you, and even after saying "no" a handful of times, he still doesn't get the hint.

Michael Myers

You were honestly a little scared

Not for yourself, but for what was going to happen to the man

Even after weeks of insistence, Michael refused to let you go anywhere on your own

Even if he wasn't right next to you, he was lurking somewhere nearby

He was a blatant and proud stalker

So you knew that it wouldn't take long before-

Welp

The man is now dead with a slit throat

That was quick

"You could have stepped in sooner, you know?"

He just grips onto your hand and drags you back home

"But I've only been outside for five minutes!" you protest

He forces you to stay inside for another couple of weeks

Jason Voorhees

This disgusting man was now attempting to reach out and touch you

You took a step back and tried to put some space between you two

But in the blink of an eye, a large machete burst through his chest at you, your clothes getting splattered with blood

You scream

The now dead man drops to the ground as your eyes meet his killer

"Jesus, Jason! A bit of a warning next time, please."

He just tilts his head at you

You start grumbling about how your clothes were basically ruined now

Jason just picks you up and swings you over his shoulder

"This was my favorite shirt," you continue groaning

He gifts you with a small pocket knife the next day to take with you when you go out

Brahms Heelshire

You promised Brahms you wouldn't step too far off the Heelshire property line

So the fact that anyone was even over here seemed odd to you

And now here you were, wishing Brahms wasn't so weird about leaving the house

Because unfortunately, this man didn't seem like he was going to go away without a fight

So you did the only thing you could think of in that moment

You screamed

It lasted a few seconds

But the man didn't seem fazed

"There's no one else out here, Sweetheart," he said

"Hmm?" a voice spoke behind him

The man spun around and was immediately thrown to the ground

Brahms bashed his head in repeatedly with a rock

"Thank you-" you started

Brahms just grabbed you by the arm and drug you back inside the house

He didn't let you go outside for a while after that

Billy Loomis

You were about ready to punch this man yourself

But you didn't want to risk anything since you were alone

This man was good sized and you knew that trying to fight him probably wouldn't end well for you

But lo and behold, you wouldn't even have to lift a finger

A knife was quickly plunged into the man's throat causing him to bleed out in seconds

After a moment, you finally looked up and saw Billy in front of you

"Thank, God," you sighed, hugging the boy

It took you a second before you pulled away, looking at him in confusion

"Wait, how did you know I was out here?"

Billy avoided your gaze

"Were you stalking me?"

"I like to call it, observing"

You let out a groan

Stu Macher

You're crazy if you think Stu was going to let you outside by yourself

This boy is glued at your hip 24/7

The only reason why this other man was even flirting with you right now is because Stu went off to "take a whizz" as he likes to say

Thankfully, this doesn't normally take him long

So as this man continued to push his luck, Stu walked up next to you, his eyes a little dark

"Is there a problem here, babe?" he asked a little too nicely

How you answer this is definitely going to affect what Stu does next

But this man was pissing you off so...

"Yeah, he won't leave me alone"

And that's all it took for the man to end up dead on his side, a knife in his chest

Afterwards, Stu and you continued your little venture outside

He just held you a lot closer to him the whole time

Eric Draven

You were honestly getting freaked out by this man

In a city like this, anyone could be hurt

But your moment of panic soon died down to the sight of a black crow perching on the nearby building

"Thank you," you murmured

"What was that?" the man spat back

You couldn't help but smile a bit

"You're about to get your ass kicked"

He just laughed at you

Your smile grew when you saw a figure approach the man from behind

He noticed this and turned around, only to be met with the city's best vigilante

"Hi"

The man was suddenly struck with a metal pipe

And he continued to be struck another 17 times

Eric walked up to you after he was done, his painted face dripping with red

"You didn't have to kill him," you said

Eric just shrugged

"Oops?"

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elfenbensord · 7 months

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hiya! i’m OBSESSED with your writing btw..

i was wondering whether i could please request smth with george w x fem reader

was thinking something like george (and fred, because we love a secretly supportive brother) have been writing to their mum about how all round great r is and molly just HAS to meet her

(maybe slight hurt/comfort with r having not so nice parents) reader is invited to spend *pick a holiday* at the burrow… chaotic fluff and motherly doting from molly ensues

tysm if you consider this xx

a/n: THANK YOU for choosing to be obsessed with my silly little pieces! also, this request is so wholesome! was a real cozy moment to write this.

pairing: george weasley x fem!reader

warnings: none.

pretty good idea

14.10.23

“Do you really think this is a good idea, Georgie?” you say as you shift your weight from one foot to another.

George almost melts at the nickname. He most definitely melts at the thought of you caring so much about him, to be nervous about just meeting his family.

He places a reassuring hand on you shoulder, and lets in travel down to taka your hand in his. Squeezing it tightly, he says, “They will absolutely love you.”

Standing just outside the Burrow, he looks at you with a soft smile.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

He exhales lightly. “I’m just enjoying this moment when I still get to have you all for myself. It will all change in just a sec.”

“It will…” you mumble, not fully managing to shake of the nervous feeling harbouring in your chest.

The worrying wrinkle between your brows is back. “Actually, maybe I should just go–”

The door to the Burrow slams open, revealing a cheery, round-faced woman.

“There you are!” Mrs. Weasley almost yells. She pulls you in for a hug, squeezing tight. “I’ve been so looking forward to meeting you! George has mentioned you in every letter – every letter – he’s written to me. I thought, if (y/n) is so amazing, I simply have to meet her!”

She continues her chattering as she pulls you inside. Inside is bubbling with activity and chatter and light and laughter. It’s overwhelming at first, your own family always keeping a respectful distance and somewhat cold aura. But this warmth, this obvious love, welcomes you and pulls you in.

“Hey, (y/n)!” Fred approaches you, reaching his hand up for a high-five.

You hesitantly comply, saying, “Hi Fred.”

He smiles lightly. “I see you survived mum.”

You smile, still feeling the warmth and welcoming aura of Molly Weasley. “She’s really sweet.”

He snorts, saying in a sarcastic tone. “Yeah, yeah. Just you wait til she starts knitting you socks for Christmas!”

You can’t help but smile at the thought. “They would be my most loved socks of all.”

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After dinner, you end up in the small living room. Ginny and Fred are busy playing a cardgame. Mr and Mrs Weasley make low conversation in the kitchen, the radio buzzing with some cheesy song about “Love is a strange kind of magic…”

George pulls you closer, almost pulling you into his lap. Sitting in the worn-out couch, you can feel his breath on your ear. He’s warm and wonderful, his knitted sweater slightly scratching on you exposed neck. You relax into him, smiling contentedly.

“I told you they would love you. Just like I do.” George cuddles his freckled nose into your ear. It tickles ever so slightly.

You hum. “I love you too.”

Fred throws a candy wrapper across the room, hitting George in the back of the head. “Stop being gross!”

“You’re just jealous, since you don’t have the balls to ask out Angelina!”

Fred’s ears turn red, starting to match his hair. “Shut up, I’m working on it.”

“Oh, yeah? Work a little harder then!” George bites back.

He turns his attention to you, softening instantly. Pulling ha loose strand of hair and toying with it between his fingers, he almost whispers, “You still think it was a bad idea?”

You lean into him. “Hmm. No. Pretty good idea, actually.”

“Yeah. Pretty good.”

#george weasley x reader #george weasley #george weasley imagine #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #weasley twins #harry potter #george weasley fanfic #ivoryblurbs

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whatsk-poppinhomies · 6 months

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Pairing : Hwang Hyunjin x F!Reader TW : none ; it's just cringe fluff ; Hyunjin and reader are that couple ; Word Count : 1.0k Request : nope! A/N : it was my birthday yesterday and I had to work and y'all, I'm so exhausted. I'm writing this from the future, but I just know I'ma be soooo fucking sleepy!!! I hope everyone is enjoying these and please, know that I am getting to the requests, I just really want to do some cute stuff before I jump back into angst. My life has been angsty enough.

“Send me a picture of your face.” The text came in as Hyunjin walked through the main doors of the airport. Of course, it was from you, so he immediately responded, unable to hide his smile even under the mask that he was wearing.

“Whyyy? You miss me? Hmmm? You miss me so much??? Wanna hug me? Wanna kiss me? Hmmmm????” He teasingly texted back before slipping his phone in his pocket, giggling to himself and earning disgusted looks from the two youngest guys in the group. “What? Don’t look at me like that. Don’t be jealous that I’m in looove.”

“Gross. How long have you been dating? Isn’t the honeymoon phase supposed to wear off already?” Seungmin retorted, his nose scrunched up just to emphasize just how disgusted he was. Jeongin nodded in agreement, although they both didn’t hesitate to fall back just so they could keep up with Hyunjin, although it was mostly so they could continue teasing him.

“The honeymoon phase doesn’t wear off if you’re really in looove.” Hyunjin responded, trying his best not to laugh along with the two youngest. He himself thought it was cringe, as did you, but for some reason, although he didn’t mind it one bit, you both agreed on acting the part of that couple just to see the reactions from the guys. It had been an agreement made at the beginning of your relationship, and now two years in and already engaged, the act had become the real thing and neither of you could shake it.

“I bet you paint her a bunch of pictures and put cheesy little poems along with them. Don’t you?” Jeongin baited, knowing damn well that he did, but the three of them had made it a habit, almost like yours and Hyunjins habit of being the cringiest couple in the universe, to tease each other about these things. “Bet you guys have matching bunny slippers that you wear around the house.”

“Hey! Don’t talk about the bunny slippers, you don’t know about the bunny slippers. They’re comfortable and they grip the floor really well.” Hyunjin said, although with that he couldn’t help but let out the laughter that he was holding in.

“Oh yeah, I bet the bunny slip grips work wonders when you’re chasing each other around having your late night pillow fights.” Seungmin chimed in once more, and now all three of them were laughing loudly, catching the attention of the other members who were walking ahead.

Truthfully, Hyunjin didn’t mind the teasing all that much for the main reason of being able to talk about you, he loved talking about you, you were his life, his soul, you were his everything, and as long as the teasing stayed aimed towards him most of the time, he was fun with it. You made him beyond happy, and if the guys thought that it was a little cringe, or moreso, majorly cringe, he didn’t care because at the end of the day, he still got to say he was with the most amazing girl in the world.

“You gonna send me that picture yet or are you gonna make me wait until the tour is over???” He pulled out his phone to read the text from you when he finally sat down outside the gates at the airport, smiling at his phone screen which had your face as the wallpaper.

Tours were the hardest part of your relationship because you had your own job to be at and you couldn’t just ask for days off, you had to request for them in advance, and Hyunjin wasn’t really the best at telling you about tour dates with much notice. Your relationship was built on trust, a lot of trust, because it was no secret that Hyunjin was by far the most handsome man in the universe-your words, not his-and you knew that a lot of people wanted him. Of course, Hyunjin only had eyes for you, you were the most beautiful girl in the universe, and everyone else-his words, not yours-was a goblin.

“So impatient babe. Hold up, let me take one.” He teased back before opening his camera and snapping a quick selfie which, for anyone else, would be the worst angle, but with Hyunjin there were no bad angles. He quickly sent the picture with a heart as the caption, watching the little text bubbles pop up almost immediately.

“How are you so perfect? How am I so lucky? Why are you going so far away this time? Dammit, I miss you. Come back home soon. I love you.” The text read, and his throat tightened as he felt the sudden urge to cry. His heart panged with a sadness and loneliness that he only felt when he was away from you. The tour hadn’t even officially started yet and he was already going through withdrawal from your kisses, your touch, the heat that emanated off your body when you were both curled up under the blankets at home.

“Send me a selfie a day, I miss you too, you and your beautiful face. I love you so much more… I’ll be back home as soon as I can. We’re boarding now though, I have to turn my phone off. I’ll text you during the layover. I love you babe.” He quickly wrote back before turning his phone onto airplane mode and slipping it back into his pocket, the playful smile that he had been wearing a majority of the time falling ever so slightly.

“You look like you’re gonna cry… You okay, man?” Seungmin asked, coming up from seemingly out of nowhere to stand beside Hyunjin as they walked through the gates. “Is it because you miss her? Oh man… You’re like… Love whipped or something. It’s weird. Good for you though. Shoulda brought the bunny slippers.”

Love whipped… Was it a thing? Hyunjin wasn’t sure, not until now. He had heard of guys being whipped by only one other thing, and while he’d certainly, secretly, fall under that category as well, he loved you for so much more. He loved you for everything that you are, everything that you were, and everything that you will be. You had him wrapped around your finger, his heart was connected to yours. He loved you so much that it felt like he was being torn in two just being away from you. Yes, he was love whipped… But god, did he love the feeling of it.

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readychilledwine · 8 months

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Little Bat, Big Dreams

A/N- *tv static noise and announcer voice* we now interrupt your regularly scheduled smut for an adorable Nyx piece to satisfy Readychilledwine's pregnant brain. I present to you all a Kaylee (the previously introduced archeron oc) and toddler Nyx piece. Hopefully, you all enjoy this little family dinner piece as much as my brain enjoyed writing it, and hopefully, it helps ease any ill feelings on if Kaylee is okay at the end of Bound by Fate. 💜 Happy 5th day of "Here's to 100"

Summary - Of the four Archeron sisters, Kaylee had always had the easiest time with children due to her work in the healing house. Now, those skills are being tested by her own nephew as he takes on his worst known enemy, vegetables.

Warnings - food aversion, food allergy reactions are briefly mentioned but not described (no use of the phrase "water bowels" here, sorry Sarah.)

Feyre and Kaylee shared a look as Nyx pouted about the vegetables his family was trying to force him to eat. This was the third attempt today in making the little heir eat a well-rounded meal. This time, they had tried drowning the vegetables in cheese and withholding any other food until he ate those first.

Kaylee sighed, finally breaking the tense silence at the table, "So, you don't like veggies ooooorrr?"

Rhysand chuckled as Nyx looked up at his favorite aunt. His little blue eyes were soft with admiration for her despite Azriel's joking, yet not, warnings that she was spoken for. Her perfectly arched brow was raised at her nephew. "They're gross," he answered softly. "I hate them."

"Hate is a strong word," Nesta said from next to the boy. "It requires previous emotions like love." She wiggled her shoulder at Nyx, causing him to start dramatically gagging at the idea of romance and adult feelings.

"Auntie Kay-Kay isn't eating vegetables. If she doesn't have to. I don't neither." All heads at the table turned to her as she and Feyre made eye contact.

Before becoming fae, Kaylee had always had issues eating dairy products. Cheese, ice creams, chocolates, and milk had all tended to make her very sick. She had not bothered trying to eat them after being made. Not worth the risk, she had told Rhysand quietly one night as she explained what happened to her.

She held her plate silently to her mate, and Azriel tugged the bond gently. Are you sure? Rhysand came into her mind softly. I really appreciate you doing this, but you do not have to.

The youngest Archeron continued her stare off as Azriel put a small serving of the vegetables on her plate. I'm sure. Just buy me something pretty if this makes me sick in return. Rhysand chuckled softly as the toddler and his aunt both leaned forward, maintaining eye contact.

"Oh shit, it's getting serious," Cassian leaned back in his chair, tapping Lucien's shoulder to get the other male's attention. The Autumn male and Elain instantly looked over, laughing at the two youngest beings at the table.

"If I eat all of these, you have to eat all of yours. Once you eat all of yours, Uncle Az will take you flying today and go to the bakery we all love with you. If you don't finish them, though, he's taking me instead. Deal?"

They all watched as Nyx weighed his options. The gross vegetables covered in his favorite cheese, or not getting to fly with Uncle Az and losing out on the oh so famous triple chocolate fudge brownies the bakery had, "Deal." Kaylee and Nyx maintained eye contact as they picked up the first bite. A silent game took place between the little bat and the auntie.

Nyx put the cheesy greens in his mouth at the same time as her, eyes going wide as he chewed. He broke the game, looking down at his plate in wonder before picking up a bigger bite and eating it. And then another and another. Kaylee shook her head, looking at Feyre and Rhysand, Works every time. She kept her end of the deal, eating her serving of veggies as Rhys and Azriel watched with concern.

Nyx finished his first, smiling at his empty plate. "Not bad, huh?" She smiled at him as he held his hand out for her fork. "Evidently not." She handed Nyx her fork, allowing him the last bite of cheese and broccoli, and watched him with a soft smile. "Was it as gross as you thought, little bat?"

The Illyrians chuckled at the nickname as Nyx shook his head. "They were yummy." Kaylee nodded. "Why weren't you going to eat them if you knew they were yummy?"

"You remember how mommy and your aunties were made and not born fae, right?" Nyx nodded at her. "When I was human, milk made me really sick, and I haven't tried to eat it since."

Nyx looked up at her, his eyes wide as his lower lip began to tremble. "So, you'll get sick because of me?"

Kaylee chuckled softly. "No, buddy, if I get sick, I'm going to get sick because of the cheese. Not because of you. You needed encouragement because you were scared, right?"

Nyx nodded. "They're just gross looking. Like little mutant trees."

"But now you like them? So we never have to do that again?" The Little bat nodded at his smiling aunt. "Then, if i feel icky later, me having an unhappy tummy for a few hours is worth every second since you'll eat your vegetables now and grow big and strong."

"Like Uncle Cassie?!"

Kaylee nodded as Azriel's hand found hers under the table. "Exactly like Uncle Cassie."

Nyx held his plate out to Azriel who took it with a smile, adding another serving of veggies to his plate and setting it back down in front of him. "I'm going to beat up Uncle Cassian some day," Nyx began to eat his second serving of vegetables with determination, his eyes glancing towards Cassian with a slight glare every so often.

Wonderful. Any ideas on how to get him to eat meat other than chicken strips? Rhysand smiled.

I have a few. Kaylee leaned her head on Azriel's shoulder. The two mates were silently communicating. Kaylee's bright blue eyes flickered towards Cassian, cutting his steak and then back to Nyx. She rose both of her brows at Azriel quickly, and the male discretely nodded. Rhysand smiled lightly, shaking his head. The two of them had quickly developed their own language, and it was something the High Lord both envied and adored for his brother.

They all were now watching as Nyx and Cassian had a stare off. Cassian continued to eat his steak with a small smirk. He knew his nephew was still sad over the small battle the two of them had just hours ago. "You know Nyx," Azriel started slowly. "Part of why Uncle Cass is so big is due to him eating a variety of food. Different foods help our bodies with different things. That steak he's eating helps his muscles stay big and strong. Maybe we should try that sometime too, huh?"

Nyx glared at Cassian. The goal of beating him in a fight someday was the only thing driving him after losing in their wooden sword fight, and Azriel knew that. Cassian rose his brows in challenge, staring at Nyx as he took another bite of his steak. Nyx glared harder before turning to his father, "Cut me a steak, daddy."

#azriel acotar #nyx acotar #acotar x reader #rhys x reader #acotar #feyre archeron #nesta x cassian #elain x lucien #Readychilledwine's heresto100 celebration

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kuzusushi · 1 year

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PAPER AIRPLANES

i suggest listening to paper airplanes by ruth b while reading this:)

[2:45 am]

“hey, it’s me. i hope i didn’t wake you up.”

you hummed in response, taking a glimpse of midnight blues and deep black, a still background for the moon that shone brightly, accompanied by stars that scattered across the lonely sky. you lay down on a pile of pillows you’ve haphazardly strewn across your balcony floor, propping yourself up as you gather some paper and a pair of scissors to work on your craft as you listen to your lover in adoration.

“well, i think you’d be able to hear this anyway when you wake up—and thank god i am the first thing i’d hear when i wake up, i would never forgive myself if i’d be second to the old couple next door yelling at their son to wake up—wait, you know what, never mind. i’d be second to your alarm clock anyway,” your lover huffs over the speaker.

you let out a laugh as you imagine him crossing his arms indignantly, petty over his loss to an inanimate object.

“but that’s besides the point. point is, your alarm clock is not the one greeting you first for our anniversary...i am!” he boasts.

“so happy, happy anniversary, dear. well, i’ve prepared a speech for you so you best be ready for me when i get home...and before you tease me for being cheesy, i’d have to remind you that i’m only like this for you. you make me feel so full of happiness and i am just reminded of that each day when i get to go home to our shared home—oh it’s three already quick! write three wishes and send them off to the moon! “

it was your little tradition. you both decided that since your sleeping schedules were fucked anyway, might as well make the most of it before slipping off to slumber. so at three am, both of you would have to write down your wishes and send them off to the ‘moon’, which is essentially just each other, and it never fails to send you both preening over the romantic wishes you’d both have for one another.

as you scrawl down your message on a piece of paper, you hear a yawn from your speaker.

“i’m kind of sleepy now, dear. but before i go, let me list down my three wishes for tonight. hmm....since it’s our anniversary, my first wish would be to be able to cuddle with you when i get home. it’s really lonely here in my room so you have to promise to shower me with hugs when i get home ‘mkay?”

another yawn and you feel him hesitate on the other side of the line.

“my second wish....is to be able to grow old with you. children or none, pets or none, i don’t care. as long as i have you, i could never be a happier man. man, i know this sounds awfully cheesy, but i am so grateful to have you in my life. every time i see you, i wonder what i did so right in my life to have such an amazing partner like you. since this is a wish, you have no choice but to grow wrinkles with me now. who knows, maybe i’ll lend you my denture cream when you run out of them in the future...never mind. that’s kinda gross. i’ll just buy you a new tube of denture cream.”

you hear him yawn again and shuffle over, as though he’s getting comfortable to sleep soon.

“last wish....oh i think you’ll like this one. i know it’s been years since we’ve been dating and this is something i’ve always dreamed of. i hope you’ll be able to make this dream come true when i come home tonight—no one else could seal the deal other than you. this time, we can finally have actual anniversaries like marr- i mean, you’ll see. i hope you can wait for me, darling. i love you.”

[3:00 am]

the recording ends as you let go of your paper airplane, longingly staring at the full moon that shone alone amidst the clouds. a tear falls down your face as you remember that his third wish could never happen. you sniffle as you shifted your gaze to the ring snug in the center of the box he was supposed to bring home that night.

he didn’t come home.

so now, all you could do is send your wishes to the moon, hoping that he’d still be there, watching over you. perhaps one day you both could meet again—perhaps not here, not now, but in another life, where fate will be kinder to you both.

you slowly hold the ring with shaking hands, the words engraved onto them held the single wish you have been writing every night.

“my only wish was you.”

CHARACTERS: CHILDE, KAVEH, KAEYA, THOMA, ITTO, ayato, kunikusuzhi, GOROU, heizou, tighnari

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winchester-girl67 · 1 year

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Don’t Say A Word (Part 18)

Summary: Y/N takes Dean on a detour when he's released from the hospital.

Masterlist

Pairing: Bodyguard!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,443

Rating: mature/18+ (minors DNI)

Warnings: language, SMUT, protected sex, p in v, unrealistic sex (since Dean is still injured), mentions of injury, kissing/cudding, cheesy/gross pick-up lines, mature themes, fluff

A/N: This part is 18+ (minors DNI). You can also skip this part without missing any of the story if that’s not your thing. (Smut is outlined by ***). First attempt at writing smut, I almost deleted this part altogether... but this is an enemies-to-lovers fic... so here it is. Also, some pick up lines actually are from google. Enjoy!

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"You missed the turn, sweetheart." Dean commented when you drove past the street he'd told you to turn on a couple of lights back.

"Oh?" You cocked your brow and bit back a smirk.

"It's okay, you can take this left too." He said, but you sped up instead and giggled at him when he frowned. "Uh, what's going on?"

"Left turns are hard, I'll take a right up here."

"That would be going in the opposite direction." When you did in fact take a right, he asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"Just sit there and look pretty, we're almost there." You grinned, looking over at him and chewing on your lip.

"Y/N, what's gotten into you-" Dean chuckled, but you cut him off, pushing your index finger to his lips and glancing back at the road.

"Shhh... Not another word, Winchester."

You drove him away from the city, until the road signs were few and far between and the Impala was surrounded by evergreens whipping by. It wasn't a long drive and halfway down a gravel country road, you slowed and pulled into a small dirt niche with a dock, next to the lake. Dean had told you about this spot during his stay at the hospital, promising to bring you here for a picnic and fishing one day soon. But you got too excited to wait.

The spot was private and peaceful when you cut the engine and you turned to Dean, who was already staring at you with warmth in his eyes. You cracked open the windows, hearing the chirping of songbirds echo along the water's edge amongst the rippling waves. The smile on your face grew as you stared back at him.

Dean raised his brow in question since he was still following orders not to speak.

You laughed and shrugged playfully, "Thought it was about time I gave you a taste of your own medicine and kidnap you."

"You're not gonna tie me up, are you?" He wet his lips with a glint in his eye.

"Not this time," you teased, inching over to him.

Dean held his breath when you brushed your lips against his in a barely there kiss, pulling away slowly as he chased your lips. You giggled when he fisted your shirt and tugged you back in, fuelling the lust in his eyes when you met him halfway, kissing him whole-heartedly this time. It got needy fast; your lips bruised against his as his palm held the back of your head and you let him direct the kiss, showing you he was ready for more.

You sighed and broke the kiss, pressing your forehead against his as you bunched up your maxi skirt and carefully lifted your knee to straddle him. You sat higher, practically on his knees since you were afraid to touch his stomach and hurt him. Dean noticed and pecked your lips, his rough hands finding their way to your bare thighs and caressing your smooth skin.

"Does it hurt? Because we don't have to do this right now." You sucked on your lip, your hand sliding down from his shoulder to his chest, well above the injury. "I can drive us back to your place instead, make dinner, or order dinner and we can watch something stupid on TV, or if you'd rather be alone-"

"Sweetheart, I would love nothing more than a lazy evening with you, apart from this moment and I'm not ready for it to end. You won't hurt me, but I need to know this is what you want too." He said, brushing your hair out of your face and behind your ear.

"I kidnapped you, remember, of course I want you." You smiled sweetly at him and glanced down at his stomach again. "How do we... do this? Without hurting you, I mean."

"Well, it won't be exactly the way I imagined but I'm sure we can make it work." Dean admitted, red creeping up his neck and into his cheeks with the look you gave him.

"You imagined it?"

"Shut up," he said sheepishly, squeezing your thighs with his strong fingers. You jumped when he touched a ticklish spot and he chuckled. "Of course, I did. You are so beautiful... and sexy... and smart... and badass... and stubborn... and bossy... and you always think you're right-" He breathed in your ear between the kisses he placed to your lips, cheek and neck.

"Hey, what happened to the compliments?" You cut him off and whined, throwing your head back when he dragged his tongue over your pulse point.

He mumbled against the skin right below your ear, "Those were compliments. I wouldn't change a damn thing about you, Y/N. You're perfect. What's-her-name's got nothing on you."

"You mean Auburn?"

"Couldn't hold a torch to you, sweetheart. You have no idea how thankful I am that I picked you up instead of her." He panted lightly and you pressed your lips to his forehead.

"Oh so, that's what we're calling it now? That you picked me up?" You scoffed, rolling your eyes and grinning at him. "If that's the case, I would've thought you could come up with a better line than 'Don't say a word', kinda creepy."

"Alright, how about this one then? Of all the beautiful curves on your body, your smile is my favourite."

"...Not gonna lie, I kinda like that one."

His hands travelled a little further up your thighs, sliding down to cup each cheek with a full palm. You shifted, feeling a warmth spreading in your centre and Dean chewed on his lip as if he felt the same heat.

"You've been under my skin since I met you, now it's my turn." He said, unable to keep a straight face and you instantly scrunched up yours, your eyes widening with disbelief.

"Wow! You're lucky you're injured, otherwise I'd toss you on your ass for saying something as gross as that."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. How about I give you a kiss and if you don't like it, you can return it." He said and you let him mold his lips to yours slowly.

"Are you coming up with these on the spot?"

"Google," he admitted, pulling his phone out from where he'd hid it under his leg.

"You're really adorable, sometimes."

"Only sometimes?" He winked and you shrugged, biting back a smile. "I'll take it," he grinned wide enough to show off his pearly whites, inching his lips towards yours again.

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Dean's fingers toyed with the lace hem on your cotton panties before he gripped you firmly and tugged you so you slid down from his knees and into his lap. The thin material of the sweats he wore did little to disguise how hard he was becoming between your legs and you moaned when he attached his lips to the top of your breasts that peeked out of your low cut shirt.

He pushed the sleeve of your shirt and strap of your bra down your arm, clamping his teeth into the meat of your shoulder and easing the sting with his tongue. Trailing needy kisses along your collarbone and over every inch of your exposed chest as you arched your back into him. Heat building in your stomach as his breath tickled your skin and you let out another soft moan.

Dean pushed your other sleeve down, bunching your shirt and bra around your waist and below your breasts as you pulled your arms free. He traced a nipple with his thumb and it budded at the sensation.

He sighed, “...so beautiful.”

He took a moment and released a heavy breath that littered your body with goosebumps as he admired your half naked form. His sharp teeth sank into his bottom lip and you shivered under his gaze. His green eyes flicked up to meet yours.

"You okay?" He asked, tracing your curves with his fingertips until one hand came up to cup your face. His other moving under your panties until his fingers met your soft skin. You whimpered and nodded and he frowned, "Words, sweetheart."

"...Yes," you managed to breathe out, pulling a smug smirk out of Dean.

He licked his lips before dragging them down your neck and chest, placing hot wet kisses over your breasts and sucking a nipple into his warm mouth. It sent a jolt through your body and you sighed shakily as you pressed into him.

He pulled away when you tugged at his own shirt, raising his arms and letting you remove it and throw it into the backseat. The shirt fell over the head of the grumpy teddy bear that Sam had given him, effectively covering its eyes from what was finally about to happen.

Your gaze dropped to the stitches and tape on his stomach, and you worried your lip for a second before he caught your eye.

"S'okay, it doesn't hurt." He said, kissing you sweetly. You traced your fingertips over his tummy around the wound and deepened the kiss until you heard him groan, pulling away to gauge his discomfort. His pupils were blown with lust and he smiled at you as he wet his lips, "I'm not made of glass, Y/N, you can't break me."

You checked his eyes once more, then let yourself embrace the desire, losing yourself in the heat and hunger that radiated from him. You lifted yourself just enough to be able to manoeuvre him out of his sweats and reached into your purse to pull out a condom. You ripped the foil open with your teeth before Dean grabbed it away and put it on himself.

You slid your panties aside and positioned yourself against him, lining him up with your centre. Then you sank down on top of him, letting him push into you gently until he was all the way inside. Dean groaned and clutched your waist like he needed a minute and you dropped your forehead to his shoulder, waiting for the intensity to turn to pleasure. You whimpered and pressed a kiss to his freckled skin as you savoured one more long moment to adjust.

Once you felt ready and Dean's grip eased up, you pecked another kiss to the same spot and rocked your hips back and forth experimentally. Dean groaned in pleasure, delighting in you taking control as you continued to move your hips, all slow and gentle like with just enough friction. You didn't want to put too much strain on his injury, after all.

His hand trailed up your side until his fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your head back so he could look into your Y/E/C eyes. It was a look of raw unadulterated passion. One you were sure your expression matched as you rolled your hips into his. He held your gaze for as long as he could until he grunted and pulled you in for a needy kiss. It was hot and intense, but it grew softer with the need to breathe and you broke the kiss to pant against his lips.

Your thighs were burning and you bit your lip trying to keep your rhythm. Dean noticed you slow and began thrusting up to meet each bounce, gripping your hips as he helped guide your movements. Pushing his physical boundaries as much as he dared until you were trembling around him as he brought you over the edge. You moaned in his ear, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your body into him. The thin layer of sweat coating your bodies mixed together and your high continued as you grinded into him.

"Fuck,” he groaned, his muscles tensing and his arms locking around you, pulling you flush to him and keeping you there. He stilled as he came and for a minute the only sound in the Impala was a collective panting as you both came down from your highs.

"Did I hurt you?" You asked when you felt his hold relax. Your limbs like putty around him as you clung to his freckled shoulders.

"No, Y/N. That was perfect, thank you." He said and attached his lips to yours.

"Did you just thank me?"

"Shut up," Dean chuckled sheepishly against your lips, kissing you again and holding you close. "You can kidnap me anytime you want, sweetheart... Can I drive now, though?”

“Not a chance, Winchester.” You shook your head, lifting yourself off of him and plopping down into the driver’s seat. You tugged your shirt and bra up and back into place, giving him your most mischievous grin when you saw his disappointment.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” He sighed, wetting his lips as he removed the condom and tucked himself away.

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“Actually, I’m pretty sure you’re the lucky one. You did just get the girl after all.” You said with a wink.

“That’s true, I did get her and she’s pretty damn amazing.” His green eyes sparkled at you in the light of the sun setting.

Time passes fast when you’re having fun.

“You’re not so bad yourself, for a bodyguard.” You teased and reached into the backseat to fetch his shirt. You didn't want him testing those stitches anymore than he already had.

“Executive Protection Agent.” He corrected, trying to hold a hard expression that you saw right through.

You gave him a satiated smile and a wiggle of your brows as you sucked your lip between your teeth. Dean grinned, his eyes mapping your features like he was afraid you would disappear and he'd forget your face.

You started up the engine and pulled the car out onto the road, heading back towards the city. He sighed and tugged on his shirt, then leaned his head on your shoulder with his face pressed into your hair and you felt his breath cascade over your skin. You shivered when he placed a kiss to the crook of your neck and hummed.

There had been a lot of back and forth and there was no doubt you would fight again. But now that you knew things could end differently, you didn't mind and leaned your cheek against the top of his head.

You cared about each other more than either of you let on and neither one of you had to say a thing to know that was true. You were content to feel it in the way he felt you. The way he kissed you, held you, breathed in your scent. You never felt anything as strong before, you never wanted anything as bad before and you would fight for it. For him, any way that you had to.

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A/N: This series is complete.

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cafffine · 9 months

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god the barbie movie i knooooowww like i do not understand what the people who rave about it are seeing. like even structurally it's not good!! the writing was so heavy handed and obvious with what it Wanted To Say i felt like it was treating me like a child being taught to share for the first time; the daughter was basically nothing after getting her "lol look how cringe and inflammatory high school sjw girls are, calling everything fascist" line and then "look "she's sooooo much nicer when she learns to Accept Femininity and get rid of her gross baggy black clothes"; the executives bit was so weird and just like abruptly dealt with and ended without really any action by the characters; america ferrera's monologue was just made me go "yeah, and..." like misogyny isn't fixed by just telling women they're being oppressed and then they can use their Feminine Wiles to Trick Men and fix it

it felt like something that wanted to be campy and lovably cheesy and self aware but it was so shallow it did not have nearly enough substance behind it to say anything that makes the cheesiness bearable

You’re so right about all of this. The longer I think about it the more angry I am about the way the ‘real world’ men were written. Like ok fine! The Kens are just goofy and dumb because they’re not ‘real men’ they’re just concepts they’re just Kens, but why are the real life men who live and enforce the patriarchy ALSO goofy and harmless??? Why did they get to stay in charge at the end? Why did they have to ‘approve’ the concept of a ‘normal barbie’ and why did their approval only rest on the idea that a normal barbie would make money? Why did they never face any repercussions? What are the consequences of their oppression?? Oh haha don’t worry. They just want to tickle each other don’t worry about it.

Women are still products by the end of this, the men at the top get a happy ending where they give up nothing and continue to profit off women, Ken is finally willing to end his reign of patriarchy once Barbie preforms emotional labor for him, race is hardly even touched on except to be like ‘haha lol see we called her white savior barbie because she’s a white savior’! Ok! And??? The woman who created Barbie is a ghost!! She’s a ghost who sits in a kitchen!!!!

I’m ranting sorry 😭 but genuinely this movie let me down on so many fronts, I’m grateful to hear that there’s people who share my insanity.

#and yeah the character arc of the daughter sas/ha was …. huh #ask #anonymous #double shot

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lillylvjy · 3 months

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all the (lights down low)

notes; hello! Um, this took a bit to write and edit but - I hope you all enjoy! This is from @phxntomsdusk softball!wilma au! Go check it out! Love myself softball wilm-

warnings; TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF! Wilma and reader being so in love, Wilma being cocky, mentions of hurting each other jokingly!, kissing, dancing, country music…, and if I missed anything please tell me. Oh yeah, Wilma wears rings-

edited; slightly I skimmed

wc; 2.8k

who; softball!wilma x reader (gn! reader)

(I will he using this picture again in the future)

Today was pretty boring and gloomy. The sun wasn’t shining like it usually was, even though Wilma insisted the sun was right in front of her eyes shining so bright and beautiful, and rain coating everything in sight.

You were currently by your locker, getting ready to go to the last class you had before you got to leave. You were thinking about what you would do after you left, knowing that your mom already cancelled practice with the help of you begging her to because of the rain.

Sleeping, get coffee, annoy Wilma- that sounds fun!

You quickly got interrupted when someone shut your locker from behind you and kept the hand placed on the metal. From the look of the muscular hand and rings, you had a guess who it was.

“Turn around, I wanna see my pretty baby.” You could practically hear the smirk as she talked. Biting your bottom lip, you slowly turned around and leant against the locker, Wilma’s arm beside your head. Looking up at her, you quickly tried to hide your smile as she smiled down at you. Call it cheesy or gross, but you could never not blush and get flustered when she looked at you like you were the only person she’ll ever need. “Hey, don’t hide that smile from me! Look at me, please.”

You quickly lifted your head again and looked at her with a soft smile, bringing a hand up softly to rest of her cheek. “Hello my love.”

“Hi baby.” Wilma said with a soft voice as she rested her forehead on yours. “How’s your day so far?”

“Good, besides the rain. I wanted to do something today.”

“Well thank god I showed up because I have something you can do!” Wilma said as she kissed your cheek and wrapped her arm around your neck, walking you to your next class that you had together. You both thanked the universe at the end of the day for putting you in a lot of the same classes together.

“Hmm and what is that?” You looked up at her with a raised brow and a smile as she glanced down at you with a smirk.

“Since practice was cancelled, I was thinking that we could maybe….” Wilma stopped in front of the class and let you walk in first, finding the lab station you were both assigned at. “Go to the batting cage together? Throw me some pitches and I’ll do the same?”

You set your supplies down as you laughed at her question, nervousness lacy underneath the genuine words. “Like a date?”

Wilma looked at you with wide eyes, then quickly smiled and nodded. “Yeah, like a date.”

You shook your head at her, loving how she still got nervous around you. Yes you’ve only been dating for a little bit of time but, you found it cute. Showed she cared about you and how things went. You kissed her cheek as the bell rang and you both sat down.

As the teacher started talking about what you were going to be doing today in class you leant over to Wilma, voice low and head down. “I’ll get us food after if you drive.”

Wilma’s eyes quirked up to find yours as she smirked. You bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from laughing at the new found excitement in her eyes. Sitting up, you placed your hand in hers under the table as you listened in to the lab you were doing.

After the bell rang, Wilma walked you to your locker and helped you get your bag, and might you add as fast and messy as she could. Her excitement was showing very clearly and she looked like a golden retriever that was about to get the biggest toy it’s ever had in its life.

“Love c’mon! I wanna go as soon as we can before it gets busy! Wil plans on meeting us there with his partner after their last class. So before he annoys me, I wanna spend some time with you!” Wilma said as she shut your locker and grabbed your hand dragging you out of the school as freshman and other students past with tired yet hopeful looks for there last period to be over. Thank god you and Wilma didn’t have stay for an extra hour… you would’ve cried.

“I’m coming! Slow down!” You laughed as she held your backpack in her other hand while dragging you to her car. It was a little muddy from how much it had rained lately but, it added to the rustic look.

Throwing your backpack in the bed, the cover pulled over to ensure the it was dry, and opened your side of the car for you and bowed as she gestured for you to get in.

“Why thank you.” You said as you lifted her head and kissed her quickly as you got in, wanting to get out of the rain as fast as you could. Yes, it was a light drizzle but who knew what that could turn into at any moment. Not like you cared.

Wilma laughed as she shut the door and quickly ran to her side of the car, getting in and starting the old machinery up.

“My music or yours?”

“Or we could play the playlist we have together….” You told her as Wilma slowly nodded in embarrassment and quickly put the music on.

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

“Damn right I do.” Wilma said as she quickly turned out into the road out of the parking lot, grabbing your hand in hers as the music softly rang throughout the car.

After the long car ride to the batting cages, filled with terrible singing, laughs and Wilma begging you to get food now but you convinced her to wait until after so her stomach wasn’t in pain. Wilma grabbed her softball bag from the bed, packed with two bats, one for her and the one she bought you for times like these. She also had clothes to change into, as well as some extra for you knowing this was a last minute thing for you.

Walking into the building, Wilma said hi to the worker as she asked what cages were open, and of course she chose the one that was farthest away. She always did, even if all of them were open. She liked being away from people so she could just be in her zone and spend time with you as private as she could get in this situation.

“Ok, wanna get changed? I know wearing jeans and doing all of this won’t be fun. I brought extra clothes you left over at mine so don’t look at me like that.” Wilma laughed at your expression as she threw clothes at you.

Catching them in your embrace, you quickly looked at them, then at her. “Thank you.” You said as you went up to her and kissed her cheek, before passing her to go to the restroom the place had.

Wilma stood in a trance, heat rushing to her cheeks as a bright smile took over her features, spinning around to follow close behind you.

Following through the door, you both went in your own respective stalls as you both talked.

“Please don’t kill my hand like you did last time!” You said as your voice was muffled as you put your shirt on.

“Cant promise anything darling. Sometimes I can’t handle how hard I throw!” Wilma said as she opened her stall door and went infront of the mirror, putting her shoes on and patiently waiting for you to be done.

“Fine, then I won’t try to avoid hitting you when I bat…” you said as you opened your stall door with a smile as you went next to the tall women in the mirror and made eye contact with her in the mirror.

“Please don’t! I don’t need a bruise on my thigh again nor do I need Wilbur interrogating me-“

“That was pretty funny though!”

“No it wasn’t! I had to tackle him to not tell mom and dad. Wasn’t my proudest moment…”

“Yeah yeah, cry about it- turn around so I can do this quickly, please?” You asked nicely as you smiled up at her, her annoyed expression resting on her face as she turned. You could tell she wanted to keep the act up but the small quirk of her lip going up when you smiled at her and the way she immediately relaxed into your hands once you started braiding told you more than enough. “Feels good?”

“Always, love when you play with my hair. I feel like a cat!”

“Well you are my cat so technically…” you said as Wilma smiled. You quickly finished both sides of the braid and kissed her forehead as she turned around. “Ready to kill me?”

“Oh shush you’ll be fine!”

Your laughter carried through the warehouse as you both walked back to the cage. Once you both got in, Wilma got her glove out as she handed you your bat and your own glove she insisted you needed, jokingly going through safety precautions before getting her speaker out and connecting her phone.

It became a joke for Wilma to go through tips and safety instructions before you went to bat, because the first time Wilma wasn’t beside you or behind you, helping your stance and making sure you don’t hurt yourself, the bottom of the bat ended up hitting your head and giving you a concussion. Let’s just say the hospital visit wasn’t the best way to tell your mom.

But you for sure have improved since then, and it showed.

Wilma had a routine: get in, get changed, get music on and go.

She usually had country on while she was practicing, gave her more motivation and just made her feel good about what she was doing. Almost like how softer music did when she painted or drew. It was interesting and neither of you could figure out why, but you both enjoyed it.

After the speaker made the connection noise and started playing a soft melody of a guitar, she stood up and went to the pitchers net, picking one of the balls up.

“Ok, give me one sec and… ready! Don’t go easy on me, miss. This is for you after all….” You said as you pointed your bat at her. She held her hands up in defense as she nodded at you.

The first pitch was light, you could tell. It didn’t have the speed and precision her pitches usually had, plus it was an easy hit. You looked at her with a raised brow as she picked another ball up. “Best you got? Or are you scared I might actually be able to hit them this time?”

“Ohhh okay, getting a bit cocky I see..” Wilma stood with a smile, tossing the ball up in the air in her right hand and caught it with her left. “Ok, fine. You asked for this!” She pointed at you as she got ready to pitch.

To say the pitch changed entirely from the first one was an understatement. You always forget how much power is behind her pitches. How she can even get that much power behind it? A question you ask yourself all the time. Yes she was fit, but not muscular, so it always surprised you at first. Still does but you’ve gotten used to it.

The ball left her hand with clean movements. Wrist snapping as the ball split the air in half in its wake. You didn’t have time to think or move before you heard the ball hit the cage behind you.

“Jesus-“

“Strike one, darling.”

“Oh shush, I got this next one!” You said as you got ready once again, your stance not perfect but it was good enough for now. Keeping your eye on her hand and the ball, she got ready to pitch.

Th pitch was just as hard and fast, but this time you were prepared. Your body loved as you swung your arms around, the bat following quickly with the movement. The sound of metal hitting the leather ball echoes through the building with the music. Wilma hid behind the pitchers net as the ball soared in the air, being stopped by the net that hung above you both, her smile wide as she looked at you.

“Now that was a home run!” You laughed as Wilma comes running at you. She wraps her arms around your waist and lifts you in the air. “That was so good! I’m so proud of you!”

“I literally hit a ball!” You exclaimed as she twirled you both around, excitement seeping out of her like a fountain.

“And? You hit one of my pitches! That’s incredible, barely anyone can-“

“Ok now, don’t get too cocky.”

“Am I wrong?” The taller girl asked you with a raised eyebrow in question. When she didn’t get a response from you and saw you bit your lip, she laughed. “Exactly! I’m proud of you, you hit the ball, let alone most likely got a home run if we were outside. That’s amazing!” Wilma said as she lifted you once again and ran around.

As much as it seemed childish, it was fun. It was one of the only times you two could actually be, teenagers. Forget you had responsibilities and just be with each other and act stupid. It was freeing. And it was with her which made everything better.

After she set you down, a new melody seeped into the area surrounding you as Wilma’s eyes widened.

Kind of love we make by Luke Combs.

“Dance with me, please?!” Wilma asked as she grabbed your hands in hers, a smile taking over her face as she slowly started to shimmy your arms with hers. Rolling your eyes fondly, you nodded as she squealed. Bringing you closer to her, she placed her arms around your waist as your fell around her neck, both of you falling into a rhythm and singing your hearts out.

Wilma placed her forehead on yours as the bridge came on and sang softly to you, as if the words were directed to you. And in a way they were, in her mind and yours. She did this with almost every song that had some sort of romantic connection behind it, and you kept each lyrical line she did it to in your phone.

Once the chorus started up again, she quickly pulled back and spun you around. Falling back into her arms, you softly laughed at her lovesick look on her face, it slowly making its way to your own. Wilma pulled you closer to her as she placed her forehead on yours and closed her eyes, letting the moment stay just for a little longer.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Wilma gently placed her lips against yours in a soft kiss, no one here to interrupt or make fun of you both. Love and longing all in one as the kiss continued for a few more moments, both of you forgetting about the music and where you were. Only wanted to stay in each other space and be in your own world.

“Sup bitches- ok! We are not doing this while we’re here.” Wil cut himself off as he saw you both from the entrance, his partner behind him. They both slowly walked down to the cage next to you guys and settled there.

Rolling your eyes you let go of Wilma as you turned to look at the other sibling, Wilma groaning yet her hold on your waist constant.

“If we can’t do it, you can’t do it.”

“Wait we’re actually gonna listen to him?!” Wilma asked you as she looked at you from where her head was on your shoulder, tone surprised and confused.

“Oh no! I just wanted to fuck with him!”

“Oh fuck off!”

“You love us!”

taglist; @mysticalsoot (if you want to be added my dms and inbox are open!)

#lilly writes #wilma soot x reader #wilma soot #wilma x reader #softball!wilma x reader #softball Wilma #wilbur soot x reader #I don’t know what else to add #x reader #um- yeah!

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the-illiterate-pirate · 1 year

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Please can I request another oneshot with a female reader. Where she is best friends with Joseph Joestar and they go to Italy together to train their hamon skills. However, as soon as they meet Caesar he falls in love with her which makes Joseph very jealous as he only recently started to feel more than friendship for her :) I can’t wait to read more of your writing :)

Hello again! Thank you for waiting. Yeesh, this was a pain. I don't think I'll be taking anymore love triangle requests in the future. Unless you paid me, hehe.

I hope you enjoy! I tried taking a saltier turn with this one but fear not, we still get our happy ending.

In-A-Godda-Da-Vidda

Woo name change. I feel this one matches the tone better than Jack Stauber. Check it out! It's a long one but it's great

Notes: Fem!reader, female pet names are included, angst, I think that's it!

It was unnatural for Joseph to be acting like some jealous brat. Childish, maybe. But these foreign feelings wrapping around his heart like bramble were becoming unbearable, and Joseph needed to bring an end to them quick.

It had only been a couple days since stepping foot in Italy, and you had already made a strong impression on the blond that set Joseph's blood to a boil. You had him wrapped around your finger, smitten, just like your closest best friend.

Was Joseph jealous because he thought Caesar could steal you away? Of course not! You were smart enough to not fall for his fake charm... Hopefully. He had faith that you wouldn't fall for the Casanova. But Caesar was acting rather bold lately. If Joseph wasn't by your side, the blond would be offering you random weeds and flowers he just so happens to find, telling you sickeningly sweet words that made Joseph want to gag. Gross.

Fear not! Your best friend Joestar would steal you away to protect you from the Italian. Training was taking too much time, Joseph feared. Luckily he was able to sneak away from Lisa Lisa, with you in tow. Rowing a boat was nothing if it meant spending time with you, Joseph didn't care about the subtle ache in his arms once he heard the childlike giggle come from you. He was pulled around all of Venice by you, but he didn't mind a bit. Joseph enjoyed watching you ogle store windows, and comment on the smells of fresh Italian cuisine. You even got him to buy you fresh gelato, something you could finally cross off your bucket list. The time you spent with your best friend was good, hiding away from a (very surely) pissed off Lisa Lisa and Caesar was great fun. The day until you all defeated the Pillar Men was drawing closer, you deserved some time off to relax.

Somehow you both were able to waste a whole day doing nothing in Italy. No more than a couple dollars was spent to make this a day to remember. With the city behind you, you and Joseph watched the sun set behind the sea. It was a beautiful sight to behold, a fitting end to the day. While you walked, the sky was streaked with orange and pink stretching across the sky. Yes, beautiful, but it was your sign that the fun was up, and you had to go back to Suplena Island to face the music.

"Can't believe we have to go back already... Today has been amazing, JoJo." You sigh in defeat, grabbing a hold on your best friend's arm.

There was a cheesy smug look on his face. "Amazing, hmm? I guess you could call it the greatest day of your life, right?!"

"Don't push your luck," You grinned. "Amazing, yes. But today certainly coulda done with some actual food... If Caesar was here I definitely coulda gotten some."

"Oh please, don't bring that cheese head into this!" Joseph groaned in desperation, two hands thrown over his head. You giggle quietly to yourself, "Oops, did I strike a nerve? Sounds like someone is upset. Don't tell me, are you upset because you couldn't take Caesar with you to Italy instead?" You couldn't help to tease him. The growing rivalry between the two was hilarious. Enemies at sight. You would never forget the face Joseph made after Caesar fired back those noodles of squid ink pasta.

Finally made it back to the boat, surrounded with other much better and much more expensive looking ships compared to the wooden row boat you drove in on. Joseph was still salty about your prying even as you neared your very special boat. As you moved to untie the thing Joseph's words stopped you. "The whole point of this trip was to get away from the bastard."

"JoJo, we've only known the guy for less than a month! How are you so jealous?"

"Tch! I'm not jealous! I hate the way he looks at you! Someone needs to protect you from him."

"And how does he look at me, JoJo?"

He thought about for a minute. "Like you're a piece of meat."

That stung you. That shock quickly turned into a dull anger. "Jeez, Joseph. No man is good enough for you! Even as a kid you'd never let me hang out with anyone. You're such a...a–!"

"What was that? Don't tell me you're actually interested in giving that sleazeball a chance!"

"You're a little too late, Joseph."

To help solidify the horrors he dreaded, a familiar accented voice filled in the silence between you two. "There you are! I've been looking everywhere!"

Caesar broke his jog to slide in next to you. He was bundled up heavily to combat the cool Italian night, his hand coming up to hold yours to share his heat. He ignored the awkward silence from your best friend and you, and ignored the angry and betrayed look on Joseph's face to only anger him more.

"What do you think you're doing?! Sneaking away in the middle of your training to goof off? Typical, Joestar!"

"Caesar, please..." You tried to stop with a soft hand placed on his chest. Joseph watched, another nail added to his coffin.

"Cara, you shouldn't indulge him! Going along with his idiotic plans will just get you in trouble."

Joseph's first greeting to his friend was a hearty and quick punch to his face. Caesar was already on the ground before his name left your lips. You dropped to care for him, holding him close as if he was made of glass, you left Joseph still standing, anger so visible in his eye now that it cut through you like a knife through paper.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" You shrieked.

"Me?! You've been dating Caesar behind my back? Since when?!"

"What does it matter to you, Joseph? I'm a grown woman and I can date whoever I please!"

"But you're supposed to be with me!"

He earned himself a shocked silence. As if all of Italy was dying to hear your response. Caesar stood to stare Joseph down, his cheek red from the impact of a wildly thrown fist, unshed tears wetting his eyes. He kept you protectively in his arm, massaging his face with his unused hand. You looked at Joseph just as bewildered, "What?"

"You're supposed to be with me! Not him! It's supposed to be you and me that do all of that cheesy romance stuff together, like calling each other stupid pet names, and kiss in public and gross everyone out! I don't want to do it with anyone else!"

"Joseph... Do you even hear yourself? No, shut up." You forced him silent once he tried to interrupt you, an iron grip on his chin, forcing his face down to look you in your cold eyes. "You had your chance, a long time ago. And you blew it. I'm not gonna wait in a box until you decide you want to have a go at dating with me. I loved you Joseph. I still do! But those feelings have changed, and now we both have to move on."

You let him go and went back to Caesar. He held you closer, a little more softer. The air around you now was uncomfortable and warm, both you and Joseph had your heads bowed in shame unable to look at the other.

You wanted to turn and leave. To look away from the sad sight of your best friend. But you couldn't. It broke your heart to see him like this. You hated how he treated you in the past. Maybe he didn't recognize it at the time, but it was still shitty. And yet...

"And yet, I... Oh, my god."

"Cara mia, what's wrong?" Caesar asked, frightened by your sudden urge to collapse into a ball on the ground, a hand over your face to hide the confused tears seeping from your eyes. You sobbed, "Caesar... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry."

The sounds of your distress caught Joseph's attention, too. An alarm sounded in his head, he didn't care about your fight, now he just wanted to make sure you were okay.

"I-I think I, I think... I'm still in love with you, JoJo. I'm sorry Caesar. I-I thought maybe if I tried to date someone new I could get over him, but now... I'm stuck between both of you."

"Oh, Cara please," Caesar held you close, a hand gently brushing through your frazzled hair. He was so soft with you, but did you deserve it? You were a terrible person. No, you didn't. You just used him, and ended up catching feelings for him anyway. Your heart was a mess, you didn't know what to do now. How could you ever fix this mess.

"Don't cry, my love," All while Caesar spoke he wiped away the tears staining your face. "I still love you, too. My feelings have over grown since we became an item. But if your heart still belongs to another man... I am more than happy to let you go to him. But. If you still have feelings for me, then... I see only one other option for us." He looked at Joseph, blue eyes calculated and serious. "We'll share you."

"Excuse me? Like hell I'd share anyone with you!"

"JoJo! Listen to me, if you truly do love this girl then you'll hear what I have to say!"

The brunet went quiet, but not without complaint. Joseph crossed his arms over his chest refusing to look at Caesar again, but he was all ears.

Caesar looks back at you. He took your hands in his. "Cara. If you love us both, and if we both love you. It would only make sense to take us both, correct?"

"Caesar, I don't... We can't do that. What would people think if they saw me with two men instead of one?"

"To hell with them! What matters is if having both of our hearts will make you happy. We only ask that you share your heart with both of us in exchange."

Joseph had come closer. Like his friend he was sat next to you, a comforting hand placed on your thigh. "And Joseph. Would all of this be okay with you..?" He pouted a little, "It's all fine, I s'ppose. As long as you don't make me kiss Caesar, I'd much rather kiss you."

"Then... I'd love to share my heart with both of you! If you'll take it."

Happy to hear, Caesar placed a chaste kiss on your temple. Joseph followed quickly after, taking the back of your hand to his lips. "Now, let us get back to the island. I'll speak to Ms. Lisa Lisa to lighten her punishment."

"Oh, great. I totally forgot about that." Joseph moaned. "Whatever. Say, Y/n, you're coming back with me yeah? Who knows what you've been doing behind my back with Caesar. We need to get even!

"You've had the whole day with her, idiota!" Caesar protested.

"As friends. Now I get to do all types of lovey dovey things with her!"

#jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba #caesar zeppeli #caesar zeppeli x reader #joseph joestar #joseph joestar x reader #battle tendency #jjba x reader #jojo x reader

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godsmenusuperbowl · 9 months

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Haunted Hayride ~ *Han Jisung*

Summary: For a fun fall adventure, you decided to take Jisung on a hayride. However, you may have forgotten to mention a key detail…

Pairing: Han Jisung X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 667

Warning: Scary clown mention and one swear word

Masterlist

Taglist: @foxwinter @maeleelee @mxnsxngie @kpop-will-kill-me

A/N: I wanted to write cutie Jisung but then it turned into baby Jisung, so have fun with that.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked, as he took your proffered hand.

“Of course I’m sure.” You nodded. “I used to drive these things when I was a kid. Riding in a trailer behind one isn’t that bad.”

Jisung’s eyes widened. “You used to drive tractors?”

Giggling, you nodded. “Well, yeah. When you grow up in the country with lots of space, you learn to drive all kinds of things. I can also drive ATVs, go-karts, golf carts, four-wheelers, and mopeds.”

“Wow, that’s pretty cool.” He sighed, admiration making his eyes sparkle.

You felt your cheeks heat up at his awestruck look. “It’s nothing.”

Before he could say anything, the tractor started up and lurched forward. This caused Jisung to jolt and lean against you for support. You chuckled and held him close. He nuzzled into your side, making you laugh even more.

Turning to you, he was about to say something, when a scary clown jumped out of the field and shouted, startling you and scaring the living daylights out of Jisung.

“What the hell was that!” He shouted, squeezing your midsection.

“I did mention this was a haunted hayride, didn’t I?” You asked, feeling slightly guilty because it might have slipped your mind on accident.

He shook his head. “No! You didn’t tell me!”

“Oh, I’m sorry baby.” You exclaimed. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you!”

“But that’s my job!” He whined with a cute little pout. He was about to protest further when a scarecrow you had noticed through the corn jumpscared your boyfriend. He screeched and buried himself into your side yet again.

“Ji, you keep doing that and you’re going to end up inside of me.”

He made a face. “That would be gross.”

“Yes, yes it would be.” You nodded with a laugh. “Don’t worry, only five more minutes.”

“Five more minutes!” He whined. “That’s forever!”

You sighed softly, stroking his hair in an attempt to comfort him. “Then don’t look, love. Just stay curled up into my side and I’ll keep you safe.”

And he did. You’d flinch every so often from a particularly scary creature, which would make him suck air through his teeth and squeeze you harder. But he wouldn’t look, no matter what. You felt awful for not telling him about it being a haunted hayride, but you were kind of glad since he was all cuddled up next to you the whole time. Due to his busy life, you didn’t get moments like this often. So this was a particularly wonderful treat for yourself.

Eventually the ride ended and Jisung managed to detach himself from you for you to help him down. He shook his head frantically as he said, “We’re never doing something like that ever again.”

“Aw, are you sure?”

“Dead serious.”

You laughed and kissed his cheek. “Alright then. No more scary tricks for you. How about some treats? I’ll let you buy whatever you want from the gift store, how about that?”

He paused to consider your offer. “Counter offer: I buy a candy apple and get to eat it in the car, plus some time you have to take me on an actual tractor ride that isn’t haunted.”

“I also get to eat my own candy apple in the car and we have a deal.” You exclaimed, holding out your hand for him to shake, so as to seal the deal.

Instead of shaking it, however, he took your hand, flipped it over, and pressed a kiss to it. Winking at you, he said, “You’ve got yourself a deal, lovely.”

“Cheesy.” You mumbled, wrinkling your nose.

“But you love it.”

“That I do, Jisung, that I do.”

And with that, you both got the sweetest and stickiest candy apples from the gift shop and got it all over the car on your way home. But it was worth it. It was also worth having Jisung cling onto you when you showed him how fast you could go while driving a tractor.

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cyborg-franky · 2 years

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What Kind Of Fanfiction Writer Are They Part One

I am sorry if this has been done before but I wanted some silliness to get me out my funk <3 I will add more.

Ace

Always writing that amateur porn.

Would be into reader x content.

Him with everyone he has a crush on.

His handwriting is rather lovely, and you are shocked when you read in cursive ‘Then he dicked them down good and hard’

Always, always asks people for spelling help.

Every five seconds Marco hears ‘MARCO HOW DO YOU SPELL..’ and it’ll be some gross fetish word that Marco has never heard of and Googles, is never the same again.

Depending on his mood it’ll either be short snappy or so much detail you had no idea someone could write 2k about someone giving head.

Honestly, it’s a talent.

Crudely typed but he is having a great time.

Argues and fights with his beta reader, like to the death.

“What do you mean you can’t fit that much in? what are you? A fucking doctor?” he would snap “Actually, yes, I am, yoi.” And yet Ace scoffs and insists that’s how the human body works

Downs energy drinks until he’s too shaky to type.

Marco

He is the type of writer that sits down, looks at his paper and then does everything but write.

Plays with the feather on his pen, he’s already done lots of paperwork today is he in the mood?

Would be the type that uses too many commas and doesn’t know when to end a sentence. Ends up with written rambling.

The page is covered in doodles.

Would let his discord distract him, a lot¸ would be into gossip with friends more than working on anything.

Does 200 words and calls it a day.

Has a folder full of WIPs

Bet he still has solitaire on the computer and ends up spending three hours playing that completely on accident.

Likes to write with a cup of coffee.

Has published maybe one thing since he started his blog.

Translates anything he does manage to finish into bird.

Often forgets the point of his story halfway through and it’s jarring to his readers and people are just “Oh, that’s just Marco.”

Thatch

That bitch is a master author

Regular Danielle Steel.

Sits with a bottle of wine though he takes it a glass at a time, sits with his hair in a towel, wearing a fluffy robe and slippers.

Swirling around his wine in the glass while he monologues aloud.

“Oh Thatch! That’s great.” He says with a chuckle.

Has many cheesy romance novels out there in the Grandline.

Rayleigh himself has a stash.

Thatch will sit down and pound out 4k words in like two hours and it’ll all be cheesy crap but he loves it, publishes it and stocks it in everyone’s rooms.

Ace has used it as a firelighter before, Marco just stumbles on it by accident, Haruta launches it at people in a hit and run.

It’s always about a handsome cook who has long flowing hair and steals hearts.

He will sign every copy.

Giggles when he writes something dirty ‘girthy member’ has him chortling to himself over his glass of wine.

Izou

NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MEN.

Thatch begs him to let him read it first and help him.

Izou just ignores every comment and correction, and passive-aggressively gives each comment a thumbs up.

Or a >/ face.

Izou will write so much action, it’ll always be gunfights and dresses, gunfights and fashion for sure.

Izou will go into so much detail about what his characters are wearing, you will get bored of the 500 words on the outfit, stick with it because the epic fight scene will bring you back.

OVERUSES CAPITALS TO MAKE A POINT.

Thatch and Marco read over it, eyes wide as they turn to Izou who narrows his eyes “No, I don’t take criticism, thanks.”

Izou is bad at romance, he just writes it like ‘And they kissed, and they were in love and then they did this and that’ before going into more detail about gunfights.

Drinks a lot of green tea, surroundings himself in scented candles, has a face mask on while smashing the keys like they owe him money.

#marco the phoenix #portgas d. ace #portgas d ace #mild n/sfw #marco x reader #portgas d ace x reader #fushichou marco #one piece #marco one piece #ace one piece #fire fist ace #thatch #thatch one piece #izou #izo #izou one piece #izo one piece

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robinbuckleyluvr · 2 years

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OMG YES HI!! this is more of a blurb/drabble idea cause it's not that long but like - roomate!au with robin where there's a spider in your room and she removes it cause you're afraid or grossed out or something but then you're like "yes the spider might be out but i sure as hell ain't sleeping in this room tonight" and you end up sleeping in robin's room? idk i just think it's the perfect alternative version of "there's only one bed!" and i'm totally here for it

but if this doesn't inspire you or you just don't want to write it, that's okay! thank you for hearing me out <33

thank u sm for this HAHA i loved this idea tbh - you have no idea how much u helped me, my writers block went poof!

⊹˚˖⁺ Moonlight - Robin Buckley!

masterlist | requests

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader - College!au

Summary: basically what the request says!

Warnings: spiders?? cheesy shit at the end??

Notes: thank u sm again for the idea LOL. love how u said it was a drabble but i made it long af LOL... also i swear the title will make sense at the end.

Word Count: 1.2k (its ok after i saw how much i wrote i cried too)

After a long day of classes, Robin Buckley sat alone in her college bedroom - reading one of her favorite books - Frankenstein. She could hear people in the dorm room above her having a party, which was not pleasant for her at all, but she chose to ignore the footsteps and the music.

Suddenly, someone frantically knocked on her door, startling her and causing her to drop her book -- pulling her out of her thoughts.

Robin sighed and picked up her book, quickly setting it down on her desk before rushing to open her door.

"Oh, Hi Y/N!" Robin greeted her friend happily as she opened her door, "What's up?"

"You need to come to my dorm right now!" Her friend exclaimed, "There's this huge spider in my wall, it's like right above my bed, I felt it staring at me while I was there, I swear!"

"Come on Y/N, spiders aren't that scary," Robin said calmly.

"Yes, they are! How can you be so calm about this?" Y/N said agitatedly as she took Robin's hand and practically dragged her out of her dorm, "You know, by the time we get to my dorm, that spider could've hid under my pillow already."

"Okay, okay! I'm just saying spiders aren't that bad."

"Are you okay, Robin?"

Y/N quickly led Robin to her room, not sparing a single second in fear the spider could 'run away'. As soon as they got to Y/N's room, she opened up the door slowly, letting Robin go inside first.

"Where did you say the spider was?" Robin asked as she looked around.

"Above my bed," Y/N replied

"Oh, my God!" Robin exclaimed.

"What happened?"

"I didn't know you liked Madonna," Robin teased as she picked up one of Y/N's cassettes.

"Robin! The spider!" Y/N said desperately, still standing outside of the door.

"Yeah, yeah," Robin sighed and put the tape down, "Maybe the spider's here because she also likes Madonna."

"Oh, totally," Y/N chuckled.

"I don't see it," Robin said calmly, "Are you completely sure it was a spider? Maybe it was just a hole in the wall--"

"Yes, Robin, I am pretty sure I know a spider when I see it," Her friend cut her off quickly as she entered the room and looked around for the spider, "It's here somewhere, I can feel its presence,"

"I don't think that's possible besides -- wait, I think I see it,"

"Holy shit, where?" Y/N said desperately as she hid behind Robin and looked around her room again.

"First off, I don't think hiding behind me is going to do anything," Robin laughed, "And secondly, it's right over there, above your desk."

"Oh, my God, Robin, stop laughing and kill the spider! Do something!"

"It hasn't done anything to you why would I kill it, I think I'll just take it outside."

"It could be a mother and its babies could be running around my room right now, Robin."

"That's unlikely, that would mean the spider have to have been here for about four weeks at least, since spider eggs take about two to three weeks to hatch--"

"Robin I don't need to think about a hundred tiny spiders running around my room right now, or ever!" Y/N sighed, "Please just take it somewhere!"

"Fine, fine," Robin chuckled, "Do you have a cup or something?"

"I don't see what's so funny, Robin! But yes, I have a cup on top of my dresser."

Robin quickly walked over her friend's dresser and picked up the plastic cup that stood there, also taking a piece of paper from the desk.

Y/N slowly walked away from Robin and the spider, watching her friend quickly trap the spider inside the cup and slipping a paper under the cup.

"There we go!" Robin said happily as she took the spider and walked out of the room -- Y/N watching her from a corner of her room with a scared look on her face.

"See? That wasn't so bad," Robin spoke happily as she came back and closed the door of her friend's room behind her, "Also, I wasn't sure if you wanted the cup back so I threw it away on the way back,"

"That's okay, thank you anyway," Y/N said quietly as she smiled at her friend, "You might've just saved my life," She sighed dramatically as she sat on her bed.

"Glad I could help!" Robin smiled back and quickly glanced at her wristwatch, "Well, um, it's getting kinda late so, I should go,"

"You're leaving?" Y/N exclaimed, "The spider might be out - but I am not staying here alone tonight, or staying here at all I think!"

"I'll read you a bedtime story if you'd like," Robin joked as she sat beside her friend.

"Ah yes, could it maybe be Little Red-Riding Hood?" Y/N played along.

"Of course," Robin chuckled.

"I'll sleep on the street if I have to,"

"Come on, it's freezing out there, you'll get sick!" Robin said worriedly.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure to sleep on top of a tree so the spider doesn't find me," Y/N joked.

"Are you seriously not sleeping here tonight?"

"Not if I can avoid it."

"In that case, why don't you stay with me? In my room, I mean." Robin said quietly.

"Will we even fit into your bed? I'd rather sleep on top of a tree than make you uncomfortable,"

"Don't worry about that,"

"What if I snore? Or worse - what if you snore?"

"Well, in case something like that happens, I can always sleep on the couch," Robin explained calmly as she offered out her hand to her friend.

"Very well then," Y/N said as she took Robin's hand and got up, "You may lead the way now,"

And so they took off hand-in-hand to Robin's dorm, both happy knowing the spider was out.

"I am so tired," Y/N said as she joined Robin on her bed, "Should I turn off the lights?"

"Yeah, I think we've been up long enough," Robin chuckled.

"Are you completely sure there are no spiders in your room, Robin?"

"Yes, I am completely sure,"

Robin and Y/N had been up for hours - talking about their friends, classes, and how the cafeteria food absolutely sucks.

"Robin, Could I ask you something?" Y/N asked as she turned to her side to face Robin.

"Yeah, why not?"

"Do you actually like spiders?"

"Back at it again with the spiders?" Robin chuckled, "But well, if we're being honest, I don't love spiders, but I also don't totally hate them,"

"After you took out the spider, I feel like I owe you my life,"

"Glad to be your knight in shining armor!"

"I'll be sure to come and get you whenever I need someone to rescue me," Y/N joked.

However, Robin did not say anything in reply. They were both lying in bed, looking at each other, moonlight slightly shining across the room - lighting up their faces.

"You have a lot of freckles," Y/N spoke suddenly.

"Really? I didn't know that," Robin laughed.

"Could I tell you something else?"

"Of course, as long as its not spider related,"

"Sometimes, when I look at you, I want to stare at you forever and count up all your freckles, Robin."

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #stranger things #reader insert #robin buckley imagine #drabble #imagines #robin buckley x y/n #college #stranger things headcanons #stranger things reader insert #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #requests #robin buckley fluff #maya hawke

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julie-su · 4 months

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💛 📺 and ✨

YAHOO! I absolutely love recieving these, thank you~ Full question list here;

💛 Favorite Sonic the Comic Character? I'm going to go out-of-character, and not say Dr. Zachary. I KNOW, BLASPHEME! I really do have a soft spot for B.A.R.F - everything about them sings to my nostalgia of growing up on British comics. The gross-out name that is ALSO a silly acronym (Badnik Army Repair Functionaries! FUNCTIONARIES?! CHEESY! I LOVE IT!) and just, the designs; their outfits, their humour, it's so... British! Their names are Cam N' Bert! For NO reason! Camembert?! I LOVE IT! Look at this pin-up!

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📺 Favorite TV show? Ahaha; anybody who KNOWS knows me will know that it is Sonic Underground! I'm not even going to make a sheepish comment, because it genuinely just rocks as a show. The goofy music numbers? The glimpses of their mother!? It used to get me so excited as a kid, and I'd write so much fanfiction about that world! I didn't care that it never got a proper ending; I was so inticed and full of ideas about what the ending COULD be! See, somebody CLEARLY loved this show when they were writing it; a lot of it is derivative, but somebody cared enough to put in all of these unique locations, to fill them with characters and species and plotlines which actually do have effort and care put into them. Freakin' Athair is in it!? There's a lot of influence from the comics, the previous TV shows, and the games; I think that it was made with a lot of love, and if you are willing to engage with it honestly, you will have a rip-roaring time! I still adore it; it's that time capsule of my Sonic; the Sonic I grew up with. I don't not love current Sonic, but I really do feel my heart get heavy when I think of that goofy, sassy, urkelism-filled blue boy, and realise that he's never gonna come back in official media. Oh, but I have a pen, and I have paper~

✨ Dream Sonic Game? My dream Sonic Game... Ooh! What are the rules?! Is it something which could feasibly happen, or can I go haywire? I'm going haywire. I want another Sonic Chronicles. No, not Sonic Chronicles 2; I don't want another SONIC CHRONICLES - I want another game which takes major inspiration from the Comics to tell a story which utilises the echidna! I mean - it's CRAZY that we even got one of those! It's so friggen awesome to put Shade and Julie-Su side-by-side, and see what came from who - Shade is not an expie, but it'd also be stupid to say that there's no influence, when the original promotional videos for Chronicles VERY CLEARLY state that they took major inspiration from the comics. Which, they very well should have been allowed to do! It is a freak accident that they got clapped for it; under any normal circumstances, never would have been a problem. Heck; Sonic Underground lifted Athair into the show, but Athair the Echidna was created by Mike Gallagher, who had the normal person reaction of "Huh. Neat." and never went back to cause a stink once it was common knowledge that the contracts were destroyed, because he's got better things to do XD I WANNA NOTHER ADAPTATION OF THE ARCHIE ECHIDNAS!! ;A; Chronicles has FANTASTIC lore, but I don't know about the game arund it. I have a HISTORY with that game... Picked it up on release day because HYPE WHO IS THAT NEW CHARACTER DID THAT SAY SHE'S AN ECHIDNA I HEARD HE'S AN ECHIDNA OMG OMG OMG NEW ECHIDNA AND IT'S BASED ON THOSE WEIRD AMERICAN COMICS AND OMG. And it ... ... ... Look. Chronicles is a game. By the love of GOD, is it a game.

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nelly. nelly please.... im begging you...... for fathers day headcanons at casita in the lmfe universe 🥺🙏

YAAAAAAASSSSSS I’ve been dying to write this scenario! This will mostly be Bruno-centric, but please enjoy!

The events of this one-shot will be canon to the LMFE Universe.

Ruana: a Father’s Day Special

Bruno was sulking.

He sat by the counter while you and Julieta hustled about in the kitchen; taking plates from your hands as she scrubbed them clean of leftover cake, handing them to the awaiting boards of Casita to dry, and finally putting them up on the cupboard in a neat pile. You raised an eyebrow at Bruno’s disposition

“Oye, tonto. What’s the matter? You were so jolly during Agustín’s party earlier,” You carried a large pot near your husband’s feet and dusted your hands off. Your nose scrunched as he let out a long sigh. “...you can help us out, you know.”

“I know, I know. Sorry, amor,” he leaned forward and rested his head on his folded arms, burying his nose on the cloth of his sleeves as he picked at the loose ends of the fabric. “You don’t have to worry, I promise.”

You dried your hands on your skirt and ran a hand through Bruno’s locks. “Is this about the triplets?”

“N-no! Not at all, really!” He sat up abruptly and waved his hands in front of him. He knocked on the wood three times and mumbled to himself whilst his fingers weaved together; a sign that he was nervous.

“You and I both know that you can’t lie to me,” you hoisted him up his feet, straightened the collar of his ruana, and hoisted the pot over and put it in his hands. He let out a silent oomph as the weight buckled him down, but he managed to regain his composure and scrunched his nose at you. You smiled cheekly and pinched his cheek. “I’ve known you since we were babies. Plus, I’m your wife. I know when something’s bothering you.”

From behind you, Julieta rolled her eyes playfully and made a face. “Ay, not in my kitchen please. Go do your cheesy business elsewhere.”

“We didn’t complain when you and Agustín were all touchy-grabby in the middle of the celebration, didn’t we?” You stuck your tongue towards Julieta and pushed Bruno beside his sister. He stumbled on his own footing—he always did walk on two left feet—and balanced himself before he could hit the counter. Luckily, Casita was there just in time to catch him before he fell. You scratched your cheek and muttered out a quick apology.

“Oh hush. You can’t complain when it’s his birthday.”

“But still. You’re gross.”

“I have seen you and Bruno behind the garden and being frisky with each other. Do not tempt me to tell Felix.”

“You saw that—! You know what, of course you did.”

“What else did you expect?" Julieta laughed and took the pot from Bruno’s hands with ease. “Now that’s done, go and meet with Felix and Agustín in the courtyard. You’ll be cleaning the mess this morning.”

“Even Agustín?” Bruno asked with a cringe. Julieta shrugged and waved him off.

“Yes, including Agustín. Just because he’s the birthday boy doesn’t mean he’s exempted from his chores. And have some bonding time with your hermanos while you’re at it.” Just as Julieta dismissed Bruno to do his chores for the day, Casita moved its floorboards and handed Bruno a broom. Your husband sighed and picked up the broom with a disheartened look on his face.

Before he can go to the courtyard, you reach out to grab his shoulder and give him a big kiss on the cheek. He was stunned at first, but eventually his frown turned into a dorky smile. You giggled. “The triplets remember, amor. Just give them time. They would never miss Father’s Day for the world.”

“...was I really that obvious?” He played with the broom in his hand. You cooed at your husband and caressed his cheek.

“I could read you like an open book. Now quit sulking and get to work.”

“Yes ma’am.” He grinned slyly and stole a kiss from your lips. You had to resist the urge to punch him on the arm as your cheeks warmed up.

When you were sure that Bruno was out of earshot and had preoccupied himself with talking with your brother-in-laws, you turned to Julieta and gave her a thumbs up. She returned the gesture and washed off the suds from her hands and opened the cupboards to take out special plates just for today. You cupped your hands over your mouth and let out a tiny whisper.

“Dolores, it’s almost time. The boys are in position.”

⧗

“Let me guess, you too, huh?” Agustín laughed as soon as Bruno stepped into the courtyard. He chuckled and waved at them, slightly raising his brow at the amount of bee stings on Agustín’s face.

“Are you—are you okay?” He asked. Agustín blinked and chuckled before fishing out an arepa from his pocket and plopping it in his mouth. The stings immediately subsided as he shrugged.

“The bees were just greeting me with a happy birthday, no big deal.”

“It is a big deal bro,” Felix chimed in, a bucket full of water and a mop at his sides. “They’ve been chasing you since your party. You were lucky Javi and Nacito used their gifts to drive them away.”

“They have some pretty great teamwork, those two,” Agustín picked up a charred flower from the ground and grimaced. “Ignacio does need some bit of control over his fire breath, though.”

“I agree,” Bruno started to sweep up more charred flowers from the floor. “But I’m still so proud of them nonetheless. He managed to control his breath even if he’s still six years old! I mean, how cool is that, right? And mi Javier is such a smart boy—talented with his gift too! Who knew he could come up with a plan to get those bees away from you so quickly. And mi Angelita—oh! Isn’t she just the sweetest little angel that you could ever meet—”

“Hermano, you’re doing that thing again.” Felix laughed boisterously while wringing the mop dry. Bruno blinked and felt his face warm, his hand instinctively grabbing the sides of his hood in embarrassment. Despite this, he still had a proud smile on his face.

“Heh. Sorry. I just get so carried away.”

“No need to apologize,” Agustín draped an arm around Bruno’s shoulders and gave him a reassuring pat. “I do the same with my daughters too. It’s hard not to become a proud dad when your children are so talented.”

“And gifted, too,” Felix laughed. “Literally.”

“Speaking of proud dad,” Agustín immediately deflated as he said that. He removed his arms from Bruno’s shoulders as he trudged his way towards a chair that Casita graciously slid towards him. “No one greeted me a Happy Father’s Day today, not even Julieta! I know it’s technically my birthday and we already had our celebrations, but it’s odd that even Mirabel forgot to greet me.”

Bruno perked up and nodded in agreement. “Y-yeah! Even the triplets didn’t greet me! They’re usually very very active when there’s an occasion and I found it incredibly odd.”

Felix shrugged and continued to mop the flower stains from the floor. “Not me. Camilo gave me a card this morning. Although Dolores did look a bit upset at the now that I recall…”

The men looked at each other weirdly; as if a silent solidarity was passed between the three. Their work momentarily stopped as they thinked at the timely coincidences.

“...has anyone seen any of the kids after the party?” Felix and Bruno shook their heads.

Suddenly, three chairs were dragged across the tiles and forced the men to sit as they were dragged seated against their will. They all screamed and held on to the sides of their respective seats as Casita practically kidnapped them from where they stood. They all ascended up the second floor and abruptly stopped in front of Ignacio’s room.

“Wh-what’s going on? What’s happening?!” Bruno yelped and held on for dear life. “Casita?!”

The three of them found their eyes covered with a soft cloth from out of nowhere. But Bruno could tell that it was controlled by Javier’s masterful handling of his gift from the green glow that coated the items and the golden specks that were left in their wake. Bruno didn’t have the time to pry the blindfolds away from his face when Casita had started to drag their chairs again, but this time, they had a vague idea of their destination.

Cool air met their skin as they were taken against their wills. They heard the chirps of crickets in the distance, as well as the soft lull of water and grass. They smelled the calming scent of campfires and the delicious aroma of freshly cooked food that can only be made by none other than Julieta. Agustín would know—he had spent most of his time in the kitchen with his wife to help out with the cooking.

When Casita had stopped them, and the blindfolds now untied and floated away from their eyes, the three men gasped at the sight that laid before them.

The first thing they saw was a giant banner splattered messily with paint of varying colors with the words Feliz Día del Padre! written on the top. The eternal night that made up Ignacio’s room was lit up with more torches than they could count. In front of them laid a table that was skirted with intricate foldings that could only be the handiwork of Alma. She always had a way of table skirting, and this one was more intricate than the one that they had seen in Agustín’s table during his birthday celebration early this morning. There were custom plates for each of them, all drawn with unique designs with their names inscribed on the sides. And finally, standing before them were their families. They all had a grin on their faces as the men gawked at them in a mixture of shock, wonder, and adoration.

“Feliz Día del Padre!”

Garlands of flowers of each man's color were draped on their necks as soon as the celebrations started. They danced and partied the second time that day, now with more enthusiasm to their steps as they swayed to the beat of Agustín’s masterful playing of the piano. Isabela grew flowers left and right, all in the colors of her papa’s clothes to celebrate this wonderful day. Even Alma had joined in the dancing and helped little Mirabel with her steps. Slowly but surely.

In the middle of it all, the triplets ran to their father’s side and hugged his legs tightly, Chica the lamb trotting close by with an occasional bleat. Floating above them was a big green box tied with a pretty white bow. There were doodles on the side of wings, fire, and sparkles—a tell-tale sign of his darling children’s handiwork—and a card on the top with messy writings of his name. But Bruno knew from the heart that it was Angelina’s handwriting.

“Papa! Happy Father's Day!” They all squealed. Bruno was nearly sent to tears when he ducked down to scoop everyone in a tight embrace. You watched from the side with a heartfelt smile as Bruno gave all his children a kiss to the forehead, laughing out loud when Ignacio refused to accept any of Bruno’s infamous beard smooches.

“Did you rascals prepare all this?” He asked. They all nodded with glee.

“Yep! It was nuestro prima Dolores who thought of everything!” Javier answered with an adorable smile. You cooed at how similar he looked like his father when they were together.

“And I helped with the banner!” Angelina smugly grinned. Ignacio stuck his tongue out to Angi.

“You spilled paint all over the banner.”

“It was better that way! I wanted it to be more colorful!”

“Baa!”

“See? Even Chica agrees with me.”

“Angi, Nacio, no fighting.”

“Sorry Javi.”

You giggled and ruffled your menace children’s little heads and nodded your head to your husband who was clearly eyeing the present floating above them. “Didn’t you all have something to give to your papa?”

With a cheer, they all fished the present above them and hurriedly presented it to Bruno with wide grins. You had to hold a laugh when Angelina tried to cover up the missing tooth from her mouth. Bruno accepted the gift with teary eyes and gave all the kids a kiss to the forehead. This time, Ignacio accepted it begrudgingly.

When Bruno opened his gift, the man felt roguish tears escape his eyes.

There, folded neatly inside, was a ruana. Although similar in design with his current one, there were messy embroideries sewn to the sides depicting bright stitches of orange and red fire, a blue wing with a cloud at the side, and an hourglass and a yellow sparkle. They were all clearly the work of his darling children, and he couldn’t be more proud.

“Did you—did you make this?” Bruno asked while wiping his tears. The triplets grinned and nodded, all pointing out the various designs that they had sewn meticulously to the sides. They were loose, some ready to untangle by the seams, but Bruno could only see the most beautiful artwork he had ever seen.

“Mhm! And mami helped us too!”

“She did?” Bruno looked up at you with what you could only describe as utter adoration. Smitten, to be precise. You giggled and shrugged.

“They wanted to make you something instead of buying anything, so they helped me make a ruana for you,” you went forward and knelt with Bruno to be on eye level with your children. You held Bruno’s hand and gave him a warm smile. “Now look at the inside.”

When Bruno flipped the ruana, he found the neat embroidery of his wife near the seams of the fabric forming a single sentence; No scorching sun nor freezing cold will stop us on our journey. To promise and to laugh, to love for eternity.

Overrun with emotions, Bruno leaned in to bring you in a deep kiss. He didn’t care about how his brother-in-laws snickered and followed suit with their wives nor the fake gagging noises his children were making beside him. All he could care about was satiating the itch that came with showering you with his love.

When you parted, Bruno immediately scooped the children up in a tight embrace and kissed their cheeks with more fervor than before. They all whined and tried to escape, but it was no use; they were trapped in the arms of their father’s love.

Bruno spent the whole day wearing his new ruana proudly.

⧗

Bruno blinked his bleary eyes open. The dust that flew as he slowly rose to stand tickled his nose unpleasantly. He trudged his way forth to his lonely, beaten up table and sat in front of his drawn plate while grabbing the utensils laid beside it. He quietly listened as the familia sang songs in the courtyard, away from the dining hall from where he sat. He could vaguely hear the sound of his darling son playing the tiple and Angelina’s boisterous giggles as she sang, probably dancing in the air like she always does when there were songs. He sighed and fished an arepa out of his pocket, put it on the center of the drawn plate, and hummed along the jolly tunes from the courtyard.

“Ah, I almost forgot,” he stood up and stretched, removing his ruana and draping it up his lonely chair. He carefully brought out a big green box with children’s doodles at the side, now albeit faded from age, and gently brought out the ruana the triplets gave him years before. His movements were delicate, almost meticulous, as he dusted the fabric. He had to shoo away the rats that seemed to take an interest in the box and put it back on the highest shelf where they couldn’t get to it. He was careful not to break any of the stitches that the children had sown in just for him.

He sat in front of his table again, but this time, he had a grin on his face. He swayed his head to the tune of Ignacio’s tiple and ate his arepas with a hum.

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