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lewisvinga · 5 months

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birkin mom pt 2. | lando norris x fem! reader

summary: lando’s life after the birth of his daughter

fc; zara janice

warnings; mentions of the crash in vegas

notes; could be read as a stand alone but i intentionally wrote it as pt 2 to birkin mom lol

birkin mom pt 1

masterlist !

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yourusername: mommy life 💌🩷🎀🍼

username: SOXUYSKDA

username: my roman empire

landonorris: my favorite girls🥰 ❤️

landonorris: love you both so much❤️

yourusername: baby and i love you oh so very much💓

username: she’s such a good looking mom what the heck

username: how do you find the time to still style your hair w a newborn😩

yourusername: the baby is like her father, a heavy sleeper haha

lilymhe: the prettiest momma out thereee🥹

yourusername: love uuuuu

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lando.jpg: daddy duties means taking mommy out for shopping before vegas

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username: baby norris jpg debut 🥹

username: i wanna be like y/n, just being a pretty mom w a cute baby and going shopping

yourusername: i think baby has enough clothes and handbags to last her 5 years

landonorris: nah she needs another bag, i’m thinking of a pink mini kelly?🤔

yourusername: lando she’s barley a month old 😕

landonorris: matching pink birkin for mama?😉

yourusername: i think she needs the mini kelly😁

yourusername: baby and i are so lucky to have you in our lives 💗

landonorris: i think i’m luckier 💗

username: i need a lando in my life

username: omg 🥹🥹

oscarpiastri: we ❤️ bean

landonorris: stan bean norris for clear skin

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landonorris: rough day. big impact. but feeling okay, all thanks to my favorite girls! 💞 thanks for all the messages ❤️ see you next weekend

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username: IM SO RELIEVED

username: vegas is crazy

yourusername: if i was there in person i would’ve fainted, you scared me stupid!

landonorris: no cursing in front of the baby!😠

yourusername: not you posting the picture of my sleeping after the race😒

landonorris: you and bean were too cute im sorry😔not sorry😁

yourusername: on a serious note , so relieved that you’re okay, baby and i can’t live w/o you

landonorris: can’t live w/o my girls either 💗

username: y/n and lando are truly goals

username: that was a scary crash

mclaren: 🧡🧡🧡

username: anyone not gonna mention he actually bought y/n a pink birkin to match baby beans pink mini kelly…..

username: he’s insane i love it

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greatooglymooglyyy · 1 month

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hi i just want to say you do absolutely amazing work and i love it i was wondering if you could do a matt or chris one shot where the reader just hasn’t been doing well with stress and their anxiety acting up cause something really important to them is soon and they help comfort reader and take readers mind off of it till the day of. i have a theater performance next week and im really anxious about it and this would really help thank you and i hope you have a good day

I'll Look After You (Matthew Sturniolo)

contains: stressed out reader, mentions of anxiety and insecurity, fluff, kissing, bf!matt to the rescue, 1.k words

a/n: hi anon. i wanted to get to this request asap because i've definitely been there before. i hope this helps you even a little bit. i know you'll kill it. love uuuuu

“Could beauty, my lord, have better…Fuck! Line.” I say running my hand roughly through my hair in frustration.

It’s the night before my debut in Hamlet, a play I’ve been in love with since seventh grade, and somehow I’m managing to forget all of my lines. Even after all the weeks of rehearsals and notes, I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that I’m playing Ophelia. Well, I will be if I can get my shit together.

Matt sits at the table watching me intently as I pace back and forth in his kitchen. “I think you’re hitting a wall, baby. Maybe you should take a break.”

“I don’t have time for a break! Line.” I snap, pulling my bottom lip into my mouth and chewing nervously.

He narrows his eyes at my tone but continues to read. “Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?”

I repeat the line and he answers with Hamlet’s. We continue back and forth for a few lines before I stumble again. “You were not deceived.” I cringe, knowing the line is wrong before Matt speaks.

"I was the most deceived.” He corrects softly and I groan in defeat.

“God, I’m an idiot. This is all my fault! I was reading The Scottish Play before rehearsals today and now I’m cursed! I didn’t even say the damn thing out loud.” I gesture wildly at where the book sits open near Matt.

His face screws up in confusion. “What does Macbeth have to-”

“Matt! Are you crazy? Don’t tempt the witches!”

“Have you lost-” He takes a deep breath and regains composure. “Take a seat, baby.”

I begrudgingly drop down into the chair across from him, tapping my fingers restlessly on the table.

“What are you so afraid of?” Matt asks gently, nudging my foot under the table.

At the question, all my insecurities flood back up. I don’t know how to tell him that I’ve never thought of myself as a lead before. Don’t know how to make him understand how deeply I want to see whatever my director saw in me at auditions. So instead I try for something simpler. “What if I’m not good enough?”

“You are.” He answers without a second of hesitation.

I roll my eyes and shake my head. “You’re just saying that because you’re in love with me.”

“Give them five minutes of watching you on stage and everyone in that theater will be too.”

I want to believe him but how can that be true if I can’t even remember my lines? I drop my head down on the table, pressing my face to the cool wood and closing my eyes.

Matt reaches his hand across the table and smooths a thumb over my wrist. “C’mon. Take a drive with me.”

I look up at his kind smile, tears welling in my eyes. “No, Matt. I can do it. I can get past this block.”

He comes around the table and kneels beside the chair, turning me to face him. “I know.” He pulls me into his arms and places a kiss on the side of my head. “Come with me anyway.”

**************

We drive to In and Out and park in a random parking lot, listening to the quiet sound of drizzle hitting the van. Matt’s been unusually chatty since we headed out, feeling the silence I would usually take up while he nods along.

He starts to tell me what to do if I encounter different types of bears and I can’t help but laugh at his delivery.

When he’s finished, I sit back and stare out the window at the dark clouds. But when I feel Matt’s eyes on me, I turn back to meet his gaze. “What?”

He leans closer to me, his eyes soft and open. “I just want to know that you,” he starts, his tone straight out of a romance movie. “have some grease on your nose. You should probably get that off.”

I laugh and wipe my nose, flipping him off. “Oh, all of a sudden, you got jokes?”

We settle into a comfortable silence and Matt grabs his phone to pick a new song as Frank Ocean fades out. When I hear the beginning notes of my favorite The Fray song, I grin over at him.

“I thought you didn’t like them and think they sing in cursive?” I tease as he turns the song up a bit.

“I’ve reconsidered. Dance with me?”

“It’s raining! We’ll get soaked.”

“Dance with me anyway.”

I grin as I fling my door open and meet him at the front of the car. I lock my arms around his neck as he pulls me in by the waist.

🎶‘when i’m losing my control the city spins around, you’re the only one who knows to slow it down’🎶

Matt pulls me closer to him, our bodies flush, as we sway back and forth. He presses quick kisses to the side of my head and I giggle as he nuzzles his face into mine. He swings me out so he can clumsily pull me back to him and we both burst into laughter.

🎶‘you’ve begun to feel like home’🎶

We spin around now, completely offbeat, the water on the ground around us splashing up and soaking us even more.

He wraps his arms back around my waist as the song begins to fade out, still holding me close. I open my mouth to make a joke about it ending when I hear the drums of Taylor Swift’s Lover.

I pull back and stare at him in incredulity and he shrugs. “It’s your playlist.” And my heart takes off like a rocket ship.

I reach up and press my lips to his, a gentle kiss that turns more passionate as I try to fill it with as much love as I feel right now. When I pull away, he licks his lips, his face a deep and satisfied red. “I love you.” He whispers.

“This is the very ecstasy of love,” I reply with a grin. Not my line, per se, but close enough.

And as Matt leans down and closes the space between us again, I feel the block around Ophelia’s lines loosen. But how could it not with a muse like this.

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aly-writes · 8 months

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Hii can I req for chishiya & Niragi with s/o who has low alcohol tolerance and gets flushed red very easily also wayy too clingy. thank uuuuu

i missed writing headcanons lol, but why is it so hard to get the motivation to do it? here is my attempt to get back in the groove (once more), hope it's to your liking

(these requests are SO OLD)

warnings: none

chishiya and niragi with a drunk s/o

chishiya shuntaro

chishiya has never been one for nightlife, so he never had a chance to see how you act under the influence

just from what he did know about you though, he had a general idea that you probably weren't an experienced drinker

so imagine his surprise when his beloved s/o asks him to go to the bar after a rough game?

obviously he hides it well and just sort of goes with the flow

if it was his choice, he'd rather just have you stay back with him and so he could enjoy your company while he tinkered around

you were on the more quiet side so that's typically how your time spent with each other went

just silence between the two of you, basking in each other's presence

the bar was packed (as per usual) the moment you stepped in. it was peak hours, after all

you ordered a drink or two for yourself and offered to do the same for chishiya, but he declined. he took it upon himself to look out for you, and he couldn't do that if was drinking

he wasn't sure what had pushed you to want to come down here, but he had a good idea

the game you had completed was tougher than usual, and only two of the six people sent made it back alive

he held back a smirk as he watched you down your drinks

the way your face scrunched up was cute and he would definitely be teasing you about it

"can't hold your liquor?"

little did he know how factual that statement was

with how fast you guzzled down the alcohol, you were intoxicated nearly ten minutes later

your words started slurring and heat was rising to your cheeks

"chishiyaaaa"

your whines caught his attention, which at the time was directed towards the many people dancing in the center of the room. he was kind of annoyed that his people-watching got interrupted, but the moment he saw your face he couldn't hold back a chuckle

"wow, i guess you really can't hold your liquor. and here i thought i was just joking around"

yeah lol he's a little shit. despite your obvious intoxicated state, he will still tease you to earth's end and back just to get a reaction out of you

fret not, he only does it because he cares about you and lowkey (highkey) craves your responses

at first you were just whiny, but then you kind of spiraled into something a little more. and by a little more, i mean a lot more

chishiya had never seen you so clingy during his entire time of knowing you

you were very hyper-aware of where his head was at during every moment, so you only initiated affection when you knew he was in the mood and the both of you were in a comfortable place to do so

spoiler alert? this was not a comfortable place

you were all over him

trying to kiss his neck, clutching his arm to your chest, rubbing your face against his shoulder. it was almost like you were a completely different person

your pda levels shot through the roof and tbh he really wasn't having it, so he lightly grabbed your arm and led you out of the bar

it took him a second to get you to his room with how drunk you were, and after only two drinks nonetheless?

you were stumbling into the wall, pointing out anything in the general area that caught your eye, and attempting to drag him around to these said things

after a good twenty-minute walk, yall finally managed to make it to his room where he sat you down on the bed

he made sure to provide you with water before sitting next to you, listening to you ramble on and on

don't be fooled by his cool exterior! you were still clingy as hell with him

except now that he was in the comfort of his own room, he didn't feel the overwhelming urge to push you away

he was still a bit hesitant, and for a moment he just sat still while you squeezed him to death

chishiya doesn't initiate things like kisses or hugs. he prefers to stick to the smaller things such as head pats, hand holds, etc.

it's still the same in this case, even if your levels of affection are amplified by the alcohol

we cannot forget that this man works in the medical field, so taking care of people was his job. he's kinda good at that type of thing when he wants to be

he'll open the water bottle for you and make sure you drink it, even if he has to gently grab your chin and open your mouth for you

"'shiya i don't want to-"

"just drink the water, y/n"

after making sure that you're fairly hydrated, his next step is to put you to sleep

while he's sure you're having a great relaxed experience, he'd rather just get this all over with. and unfortunately, the easiest way to do that is for you to pass out

luckily he knows just the right way to do it because he has done it many times before ;)

while you hug him tight, he will pet down your hair and slowly massage your scalp. dear god does that do it for you, and before you know it you're sleepy

he lowers himself onto the mattress with you and after a few more minutes of the pure bliss that is a scalp massage, you're out like a light

chishiya can be a real asshole sometimes, but you'd be surprised at how sweet he can be when you're asleep

he tucks you in and wipes any excess sweat off of your forehead so you can sleep peacefully as possible. he doesn't really want you to deal with a hangover and a terrible night's rest, so he does what he can to make sure you sleep soundly

and lets just say he prepares the room for your hangover in the morning

he has painkillers, water, and is already mentally preparing himself to wake up early and grab your favorite breakfast

when you wake up and ask where all of it came from though, he will definitely pull the "kuina did it" card

because god forbid you have the knowledge that he did something nice for you

be prepared to never be able to let down that you're a total lightweight, he will relentlessly tease you for it

all is in good fun though, you know him quite well and are fully aware that this is how he shows that he loves you

he's a bastard but he's your bastard

when he makes fun of you for your clinginess you cannot stop apologizing, but you know by the way he's smirking he didn't mind too much

niragi suguru

niragi goes out drinking quite often, but you were never really apart of that mix

he mostly just does it to have a little fun, but he gets quite jealous easily so he never really wanted to bring you around

just the thought of some random person eyeballing you pisses him off, so imagine how he would react if it were to actually happen

niragi doesn't purposefully prevent himself from getting into fights with people (if anything, he provokes people for fun), but when it comes to you he tries to keep your relationship relatively peaceful

it wasn't like that at first, but after some convincing from you (which took a very long time) he tends to avoid situations which he knows will put him in a jealous state

you were the one that asked if you could join him for a couple of drinks

you had wanted to spend a little one-on-one time with him and the thought of just hanging around in your room again seemed kind of boring, so you offered to go drinking to spice things up a bit

you were aware of the strings that were attached when it came to hanging out in loud public places with niragi, so you mentally prepared yourself for the overwhelming possessiveness you were about to endure for the night

he has his arm around you basically the entire time you're there

most of his time is spent giving dirty looks to anybody who dares breathe in your direction lol, so unless you tug his sleeve or tap his arm... you probably won't be getting much of his attention

that's until you actually start drinking

the first thing niragi noticed was the stumbling of your feet. you seemed awfully imbalanced for only being on your third drink...?

it was hard to ignore your clumsy steps, but even harder to ignore the way you gently pulled on his arm

after a while you got sick of waiting for him to face you and impatiently grabbed his chin, forcing his eyes to look at your own

LMAO the look on his face when he sees how flushed you are and the drowsy way you're looking at him

you were always so aware of what you were doing, so this version of you was a complete shock to him

and he's even more shocked when you pull him in for a kiss

your lips were hungry for his and there's no way in hell he would reject that, but you were never one for pda

just by being together with niragi, you're going to have to learn to love pda in some type of way simply because that's just who he is

typically, he was the one who initiated affection in public

you never turned him down or pushed him away, but you tended to prefer more simple things in public

which is why this felt a little... weird? niragi was practically addicted to your affection, but you being so clingy in a crowded place felt off

he's not one to turn down your advances, and in fact, he'd gladly take advantage of it

but because you are his s/o, he sometimes catches himself trying to be a little more mindful of what you would want

this is the reason he ultimately drags you out of the bar and back into his room

he still is getting plenty of enjoyment out of your spontaneous clinginess though, basically basking in it as you walk through the halls of the beach

he ends up stopping every few minutes to reciprocate your kisses. he really enjoys them and also doesn't want to leave you hanging lol

i don't really think there's such thing as being 'too clingy' when it comes to niragi

he loves to show you off, which is why he's so keen on pda. he adores when you're the one to initiate any type of affection, it makes him feel wanted and is a huge boost to his ego

is that a good thing or a bad thing? niragi doesn't think so because he's an ass, but lol i'll let you decide

when you do end up back in his room and in a more private setting, he stops holding himself back and allows you to shower him in every ounce of attention you give out

this isn't to say he doesn't take care of you tho, because he does

he's pretty aware of what you're comfortable with and while it's hard to hold himself back, he'd rather you do such things while you're completely sober so you don't end up leaving him

yeah he's a selfish bitch

he's a little less mindful of treating your hangover in the morning simply because he just never thought that far ahead, but he'll definitely cuddle you all you want if you're up to it

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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 3 months

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heyyy could you do enemies to lovers with Ethan Landry that leads to like “fuck I hate you” or “you have no clue what you do to me” with smut obvi!! Thank uuuuu

Okay, hi. I love this!!!

Papercuts - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: You learn the real reason why Ethan is such an asshole.

A/N: Keep sending in requests! I have a few that I'm working on but I have covid so I have NOTHING to do for the next few days:/

You hated Ethan, and Ethan hated you. It’s something that you’ve grown to accept over time, because you usually don’t hate people. Whenever he’s around you and your friends, there’s always this tension that you can’t explain. He tells you to quit being such a raging bitch, you tell him that he hopes he chokes to death on his Cheetos. At least, that’s what you to snapped at each other with the last time you had to be in the same room.

When he walked into Tara and Sam’s apartment with Chad, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“What, you aren’t happy to see me?” he faked shock, as he sat down in the living room a few seats on the couch away from you.

Chad took a seat in the space between you two, but he felt the tension immediately. He looked between the two of you.

“I think I’m going to lock both of you in a room together so you can hash this out,” he laughed, as Ethan scoffed.

“I’d rather die than be locked in a room with her,” he said, a hint of disgust in his voice.

“Oh Ethan, baby, that can be arranged,” you said, as your friends watched intently for the impending explosion.

His eyes were dark as he stared you down.

“Oh, you have nothing to say? That’s a first,” you laughed, the rest of the friend group exchanging glances.

“You know what, Chad? I think you’re right. Let’s go talk, baby,” he said, grabbing your hand and pulling you off the couch.

As you made it down the stairs of the apartment complex, you felt your heart race.

“Where the fuck are you taking me?” you asked, as both of your feet pounded against the sidewalk. His walk got faster as he held onto you.

“We’re going to my apartment,” he snapped.

“Like I’d want to be in there alone with you,” you said, trying to keep up.

“Well, I’m sorry, baby, but that’s where we’re going,” He mocked, as we approached the main door to his complex.

“Stop calling me that,” you huffed, both out of frustration and him making you walk at a high speed for 5 blocks.

“You started it.”

After you made it inside, he tossed his keys on the kitchen counter before turning to face you. The same dark expression painted on his face as you backed away a little. You hate to say it, but him like this was a…turn on? You didn’t know where these new thoughts were coming from as he stepped closer towards you.

“Why are you such a bitch?” he asked, making subtle glances between your eyes and your mouth.

“Why are you such an asshole?” you snapped back.

That’s when he grabbed your hips lifting you up on the kitchen island.

“I fucking hate you,” he said, before placing his lips onto yours.

He kissed you with determination, like this is what he needed to do to release all the tension. You moaned into the kiss as his hand squeezed your thigh. He pulled back, trying to read your face.

Your lips were swollen from the kiss, as your eyes were glazed over with lust. He stepped away from you and started to pace.

“What, you wanted to bring me back here to kiss me like THAT, then just stop,” you said, your voice dripping in anger and sexual frustration.

“You want more?” he asked, stopping his pacing to look at you.

“Maybe,” you said.

“No, I’m serious. Do you want that to go further?” he asked, his tone shifting.

“Yes.”

Within seconds his lips were back on yours. His hands started to roam your body, making you whimper into the kiss.

“You want to know why I hate you so much?” he asked, grabbing your hand and placing it against the hard cock in his pants, “It’s because you do this to me every time you run that smart mouth of yours.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at the size.

After he led you to his room, the kiss continued, only taking brief pauses when you both took off your shirts. Within a minute, both of you were standing there completely naked. His hands started to roam the newly exposed skin, as he started to kiss down your neck.

“Fuck,” you gasped, as his finger brushed against your clit.

“You’re so wet,” he mumbled into your neck.

The movement of his fingers against you had you craving more. He slipped them inside of you, stretching you out. He held you up against him as your legs weakened every time he brushed over that special spot inside of you.

“I need you to fuck me,” you said, his eyes connecting with yours.

He slid his fingers out and turned you around, following behind you as you walked towards the bed. You went to lay down on it, before he stopped you.

“No baby, just bend over the side of the bed. I want to fuck you standing up,” he said. This time when he called you baby, it didn’t sound condescending like before. You kind of liked it.

He slid into you slowly after you leaned across the bed on your elbows. When he started to move, his pace picked up quickly. It felt like he was letting out months of sexual frustration.

“Fuck,” you moaned out, as his hands ran over the curves of your ass as he pounded into you.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he said, as you felt the familiar sensation brewing.

“Just like that, Eth. Don’t stop,” you whined, as your orgasm started to wash over you.

He fucked you through it, and it didn’t take long for him to hit his peak.

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” he said, pulling out and releasing on your lower back.

He helped clean you up, before the two of you laid on his bed.

“So, do we still hate each other?” you asked, curious to know where you stand with him.

“I don’t think so…but I do like it when you run your mouth,” he laughed.

The two of you didn’t tell your friends what happened. They had their assumptions, but after a few days of trying the normal friend behavior, you both when back to your trash-talking ways. Everyone thought that the time you had to hash things out was pointless, but all you could think about was getting Ethan fired up enough to take you back to his bedroom again.

#scream #scream smut #ethan landry #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x reader

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chellestrash · 4 months

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After work

Fox Mudler x F!Reader summary: You decide to make the unwinding after work a bit more interesting for Mulder warnings: teasing, mentions of smut, implied smut. Just something short, sweet and fun for the end of the year. word count: 2.2K a/n: this is me trying to get out of my writing/art block. ALSO, first time writing Mulder! Thank you @chelseasdagger for editing this!

You lay on the small couch in Mulder’s apartment, resting on your side, turned to face the room as the gentle light from the TV shines onto your face. Some low budget horror movie plays quietly on the small screen, but to be completely honest, you don’t pay much attention to it, choosing to have it on as a means of killing time. You usually finish your work before Mulder does, even on the off chance he might leave the office at a normal hour. Killing time until you get to see him in the evening wasn't an unusual thing for you now you didn't mind it.

A cheap gag in the movie makes you sigh quietly before you look away, glancing up at the small window above Mulder's desk. You frown, suddenly realizing the late hour.

You check the time, squinting at the clock on the bookshelf next to the sofa, before glancing at the phone on the desk.

The thought of calling him passes by your mind, but you brush it off quickly. You weren't too worried about him, not today, the case him and Scully have been currently working on didn't seem particularly dangerous or high risk, at least not from what he's been able to share with you over the phone.

The subtle sound of house keys on the other side of the door to the apartment makes you smile, perking your head up and turning to face him.

“Well, well, well…look who's here.”

He speaks first, pretending he wasn't expecting to see you there.

“You mind telling me how you managed to get into my apartment, ma’am?”

Rolling your eyes at the tease, you turn away to face the TV again.

“I broke in using the keys you gave me.”

You explain without taking your eyes off of the movie, snuggling into the pillow harder while he pulls the work jacket off his shoulders and makes his way over to the couch.

“Well, damn.”

He mumbles quietly, his usual monotone voice makes the corner of your lips pull up slightly.

“I need to be more careful about handing out my spare keys, huh? I mean, what is this? It's like anyone can just walk in, lay on my couch and make themselves at home.”

“Oh, anyone?”

You raise your eyebrow, glancing up at him in an accusatory manner.

“Well…”

His lips push into a small pout.

“You got me, I give up.”

You breathe out a small laugh as he leans down, pressing his lips to the side of your head gently before moving away. He loosens the tie around his neck and tosses it off to the side before he unbuttons the top couple of buttons on his shirt.

“So…”

He starts after a moment once you pull your legs closer to your chest to make room for him on the couch by your feet. He sits down, lifting your legs up slightly just to rest them gently in his lap.

“What are we watching?”

He asks, fingers slowly rubbing up and down your calves.

“Ummm…not sure. Killer clowns, I think?”

“UUUuu, spooky.”

Mulder hums, unimpressed, and you chuckle at the reaction. There's a pause and you both actually pay attention to the movie for a short while.

“Aliens?”

You glance over at him, catching the small smile when you ask the work related question.

“No um… no, it was vampires, actually.”

He explains and you nod.

“Real ones?”

The smile widens as you seem genuinely interested. At least somewhat.

“Well…technically, yeah, you could say that but, you know.”

“No evidence?”

He shrugs.

“No evidence.”

“I mean, it's a possibility, right? You've handled cases like that before.”

You state, and Mulder nods, agreeing with you, his hand slowly rubbing over your thigh. He turns away from the TV, now looking directly at you.

“Do you think I should remind you that that is classified government information, you technically know nothing about, huh?”

“Oh, I'm soooorry.”

You talk back, head now propped up in your hand, face turned away from the movie you found yourself no longer interested in watching.

“Guess I just overheard it when you were talking in your sleep.”

“Hey!’

Mulder reacts immediately, and you can't help the laugh leaving your body when he pulls you up and into his lap with a slightly offended expression.

“.... I talk in my sleep?”

He asks, hands rubbing over your lower back while you throw your leg onto the other side of him, straddling his thighs in effect.

“Oh, not at all.”

You mumble quietly, pushing a couple strands of hair that fell forward onto his forehead away from his face with a soft smile, and he offers a small one in return.

“You know what? If I didn't know you any better, I would've said that didn't sound too convincing.”

He points out in the quiet, monotone voice, and you shrug your shoulders softly.

“I mean, I could’ve just read your mind, and you'd never know.”

“Oh, yeah?”

He asks with a slightly raised eyebrow.

“You're changing your confession now?”

He teases in a typical Mulder manner, and your smile grows bigger as you tilt your head to the side, letting him continue after a moment.

“So what-what you're trying to say is I work a case all week, and then I come back home to relax, and now I have another X-file on my hands? Is that what you're trying to say?”

You smirk, glancing up at him innocently.

“Oh, I'm not trying to say anything except that I missed you.”

He smiles so big, his teeth shine in the light of the TV screen.

“Me? You, missed ME?”

You hum quietly, confirming your confession as you rub your hand up along his chest.

“Well, that's good to know. Why didn't you call to tell me earlier, hmm?”

“Didn't want to interrupt you at work.”

You explain yourself, and he shakes his head gently before whispering your name softly.

“You are the only person who I want to interrupt my work, okay?”

His thumb brushes over your cheek, and you lean into the touch, staring into those dark brown, puppy dog eyes.

“Okay.”

“So you missed me?”

He goes back to your earlier point, and you breathe out a small laugh.

“I need to try and remember that next time I'm at the office, huh?”

“I mean.”

You brush your hand over his shoulder and down his arms.

“I wouldn't complain.”

You shift your position in his lap, and he grunts, feeling the weight of your body now directly between his legs, his grip on you tightening slightly.

“Oh, but I know you have your vampires and aliens and things you need to deal with over there.”

You speak softly, your fingers gently tracing over the shirt. Your head tilts to the side slightly as you try to make sure your words actually reach him. His eyes jump around your face as you talk, stopping at your lips for longer than they would in a usual conversation before he tilts his head down, eyes now fixed on the spot where your body presses against him between his legs. His hand moves up your back, pushing at the hem of your shirt.

“Hey.”

You start again when he doesn't respond.

“Earth to Mulder?”

“Hmm?”

He mumbles, questioning what you've just said, clearly too lost in the situation to pay actual attention to what's being said.

“When did you stop listening?”

“What?”

He blinks a couple of times before frowning, offended that you’d question his ability to listen to you…under the circumstances.

“Oh, I actually heard everything, for your information.”

He states confidently, and you raise your eyebrows, doubting his words.

“Oh, you did?”

He nods, slipping his hand right under your shirt, his palm flat against your bare back now.

“Yep, everything, yeah. Loud and clear.”

Still slightly out of it, he nods again quickly, doing his best to sound as convincing as possible despite the evidence you feel, oh so clearly, pressing against your body from underneath you.

“So, what did I say?”

You push.

“You said you missed me.”

He starts, and you can't really argue with that.

“And then you also mentioned how I am the best looking federal agent you ever dated, I'm pretty sure.”

Not giving you much time to disagree, or call him out, he raises you off of his lap, swiftly helping you lay back down on the couch. You lay under him as he leans closer to you, his hands playing with the hem of your shirt, his eyes stuck on yours.

“I don't think I said that.”

You frown.

“But you said you missed me.”

He points out again.

“And you called me an X-File.”

You mumble, unimpressed, and he laughs, shaking his head before it hangs low above your chest.

“I mean, you could argue that was a compliment? Maybe?”

You roll your eyes, a smile back on your face as you decide to let him have it this one time.

“Okay, yeah, that's what I'll do.”

You glance down, slowly raising your knee up, nudging at the bulge in his gray slacks.

Mulder hums quietly, grinding his hips down slightly as a response to your move. His hands linger over your body, one now under your shirt, the other on the side of your neck.

“Yeah?”

He asks, his voice soft, his touch gentle but impatient.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah and-”

He leans down, pressing his lips against your neck, and you tilt your head back slightly in response, a silent invitation for him to continue.

“I think I deserve some extra credit.”

He mumbles, his words breaking up between the kisses. He slowly moves lower and lower down your torso as he pulls the fabric of your shirt up to expose more and more of your skin, until finally pulling the fabric off and over your head. He tosses the shirt off to the side and his lips find their way back to your body, right above the waistband of your jeans.

“Credit for?”

You glance back down, your hands pushing through his hair when he looks back up into your eyes, lost in the moment, in the kisses and in the feel of your body under his.

“Creativity?”

You laugh, head falling back down onto the couch, fingers still in his hair as you feel his lips back on your body.

“Yeah, okay, I'll give you that.”

You purr softly. As gentle as possible, you scratch at the back of his neck, the short hair prickling the tips of your fingers softly. He lets out a satisfied hum, resting his head right below your belly button, facing you with his eyes directly on yours. You push your hips up slightly, feeling his fingers brush over the sides of your body, and he glances down between your legs before turning his head up to look towards your face again.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, you get extra points, Agent Mulder. Now c'mere.”

Instructing him to move closer to you, you push your lips against his when his face is inches away from yours. He moans into the kiss, and in response you do the same as the kiss deepens more and more. Feeling his touch firmer on your body now, you reach down, palming the bulge through the fabric of his pants. There's a loud grunt, he breaks the kiss, his lips parted, eyes closed as his lips curl up into a big smile.

“Well, good job, me.”

He mumbles quietly, tracing his hand down your body, fingers curling under the waistband of your jeans while his big, brown eyes open and find yours once again.

“I think maybe-maybe I should try to earn more of these points, huh?”

Mulder asks, his thumb rubbing over the skin above your jeans.

“I think you really should.”

You agree quickly, nodding and pushing your hips up slightly at the same time.

“You got any-”

He pauses for a moment, placing a wet kiss on the skin right under your belly button, and you feel the warmth between your legs grow significantly stronger.

“Any idea how I could do that?”

He kisses the same spot again, then moves slightly lower, then lower and lower again before working the zipper open. Slowly pulling the fabric down your thighs, he brushes his lips over the newly exposed skin, and a moan slips past your lips.

He chuckles loudly at the sound, shaking his head when you look back down with a soft smirk.

“Oh, Agent Mulder, I think you know very well how you can do that.”

“Oh, yeah?”

He asks, in a lighter tone this time.

“I mean, I'm pretty much just guessing here, I-”

He quickly glances between your two bodies.

“I have precisely zero idea what I am doing here right now.”

You scoff loudly, pushing his face away and letting your head fall back onto the couch again.

“Too much sarcasm, too little action there, Mulder.”

You squirm impatiently under his body, hungry from the promise of pleasure.

“Copy that.”

He nods quickly, the big smile never leaving his face for even a second before he buries his face between your legs.

#x files #the x files #x files fanfic #fox mulder #fox mulder x reader #fox mulder fanfiction #david duchovny #fox mulder smut #mulder x reader #mulder x you

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cameronspecial · 3 months

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hiii!!🤍 idk if you are taking requests at the moment but yesterday i had this idea of fem!reader and rafe fic inspired on the song maniac by conan gray lmaoo

in my head this sounds like a good idea but idk lol

love uuuuu<333

Maniac

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Swearing and Accusations of Being a Stalker

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.8K

Masterlist

Rafe sets eyes on the one person he doesn’t really want to see. The one person he loves, but who is too good for him. So he let her go. By the time he notices her in the crowd, he is on his sixth cup of whiskey and the alcohol is getting to his head. He shouldn’t do it, yet he does. He stumbles through the crowd to get close to her and his finger points at her in accusation. “I wish you were dead. Maybe then you’d stop popping up everywhere I go like a stalker,” he slurs, his finger wavering a little. She chuckles, “You wish I cared enough about you to stalk you. Except I know you need this so can go tell all your friends that I’m a stalker, a watcher or that I drive you mad. I really don’t care.” She flips her hair over her shoulder as she turns to go back to her friends. Their break-up was anything but friendly. Rafe had to resort to cruelty to get it to set into her mind that there was no salvation for them by talking through their problems. She was too good for him and he was just going to bring her down with him. That’s why he had to do it. As she goes to her friends, he catches a whiff of her perfume and he is dying to be able to properly take the scent in before she leaves again.

Later in the night, Y/N hears rustling in the backyard. She gets up from her bed to spot a familiar figure on the grass through her window. She groans; the irony of him calling her a stalker when he is the one at the back of her house late into the night. She goes downstairs and swings the backdoor open to get rid of him before her parents can wake up. She has to laugh at the sight of him stumbling through with a rose and a shovel in his hand. He holds both items up in his hands like he is balancing out the weight between the two. He comes to a decision and throws the shovel to the side. “Take me back,” he pleas. She chuckles, slamming the door in his face. “You are such a maniac.”

———

A few weeks later, her phone rings from her nightstand in the middle of the night. She presses the phone to her ear and rolls her eyes at who is on the other side. She puts some clothes on, heading to her car to make another mistake. She swears up a storm at the sight of the car smashed against the tree. She sets her car in park and runs over to the driver’s side to make sure he is okay. “You came,” he mumbles, looking at her with a dopey look. He reaches out to pet her hair. She jerks out of his touch. “What do you want me to do about this Rafe? You wrecked your car,” she states in frustration. His lips pout, “You always know how to fix my problems. Because you are perfect. That’s why I had to break up with you because you are too perfect.” His eyes start to pool with tears and she wipes the salty water away. “I’m going to call the police and they are going to take care of it,” she informs, pulling out her phone.

“No, please, don’t. I need you. I need you to stay.”

“It’s all I can do, Rafe. Look what we had was magic, but you turned it tragic. So I really don’t know what you want me to do.”

“I want you to say that you are going to take me back.”

She lets out a low laugh, “You are a maniac.” Y/N leaves his side, listening to him whine as she goes to call the police. She couldn’t take any more of his bullshit. It breaks her heart that all he ever wants to do is use her for help and pretend like he really wants her to stay. He doesn’t love her. He made that clear when they broke up.

———

The next time he calls is during the day. He had just snorted a shit ton of coke and he was feeling his regret at a tenfold. “Come on, Y/N. Pick up. Pick up, Beautiful,” he begs into the phone at the continual sound of the call dialling. One ring. Two rings. After the third ring, he is sent to voice mail.

She looks down at the phone, pressing the red button with a shake of her head. “He’s a maniac if he thinks I’m going to come back.”

Rafe throws the phone against the wall, screaming as this is sinking in. He lost her and he was never going to get her back. This thought is enough to turn him into a maniac.

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @thepatriarchykeychain @drewsmusee @starkowswife @maybankslover @forstarkey @loving-and-dreaming

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wolfiesmoon · 4 months

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A day to remember

Inumaki x gn!reader

this is a request!! thank u so much for requesting💗anyways time for jujutsu tech prom hehe😌 (lets pretend prom is a thing in japan and that there's actually enough students to do a cute thing like this lmaoo)

also since this is a prom fic, the second years are now third years and the first years are second years

@noomon one tag for uuuuu

The atmosphere was oddly lovey-dovey at Jujutsu Tech recently. Prom was just around the corner, so it wasn't exactly odd that spirits were high, but considering the usually grim faces that you see in the halls of the school, it does feel strange to see everyone so excited.

Then again, you suppose it is better to make the most of every day as a sorcerer and little joys like this are precisely what make all the death and injury worth it.

But, on the topic of prom... You don't know who to go with! You might just end up skipping out or going alone if you must (Gojo will probably force you to go). After all, prom isn't all about dancing with a guy and romantic stuff, it's about having fun with your friends and laughing at the memories you made as students of this school.

Or, well, for this kind of school, maybe some of the memories are better forgotten.

"Hey, senpai!" you heard a familiar voice behind you. It was Yuuji and Nobara! They often come to talk to you about random things so you aren't at all surprised to see them.

"Hello." you greet them, wondering what crazy story they'll tell you today.

"Do you already have a date for prom?" Yuuji and Nobara beamed.

"Do I- No, no I don't." that's the question you were expecting the least. Why are they asking you this anyways?

"Great." Nobara huffed, very satisfied with your answer. Yuuji seemed even more excited than before. You had little question marks floating above your head.

"Why are you happy about me being single? Are you two trying to tell me something?" your eyebrows furrowed slighly. But then again, Nobara and Yuuji are idiots (affectionately), so you don't think they're seriously trying to insult you.

"Oh, actually, it's because-"

Nobara slapped a hand over Yuuji's mouth before he could continue his sentence. "It's nothing, don't worry about it." she smiled at you, dragging Yuuji away and muttering something you couldn't quite catch.

Huh. How strange.

But now that you think about it, there is one person you'd really like to go to prom with.

The next day, Panda approaches you after class.

"Hey, you should like, totally follow after me right now. I have something to show you." Panda suggested cheerfully. And why not? Knowing Panda, he probably just has something funny or stupid to show you, which is always a pleasure.

As you followed him, a strange feeling started rising up inside you. You felt oddly fidgety and excited. Maybe it was the whole prom thing. I mean, with the strange conversation you had with the second years just yesterday is it that much of a stretch to assume that you're about to get confessed to via a prom invitation?

Nah, you shouldn't get ahead of yourself. If anything, Panda's going to let you in on someone else's promposal plan so you can help them out. Not that that's a bad thing, you just really get your hopes up sometimes.

You were being lead down a dimly lit hallway in one of the more secluded areas of the school. There was even candles here and there, to set the mood, you assume. Wow, this is really a last minute invitation. They're asking you to help out at the last possible moment, huh?

You soon found yourself in front of a group of students, all lined up to make a little walkway for you and Panda. Panda stops right at the end of the line, motioning for you to continue walking. All the other third years lined up were smiling knowingly at you. What in the world is going on?

You walked down the line of students a bit hesitantly, taking the flowers each of them handed you along the way. Oh wow, this is impressive. And also definitely means that this promposal is meant for you. You can feel your heart start beating faster with excitement when taking each rose into your hands.

Who orchestrated a confession so grand? Please be him...

Nobara handed you a rose when you walked by her, smiling proudly at you. Now the question from yesterday makes perfect sense.

At the end of the line of students, you saw a few of your classmates holding up signs that said "I know I'm not a man of many words, but I really need you to kelp me out here. It's almost prom night and you're still not together with me (which is criminal in my opinion). This isn't just a prom invitation, by the way. Will you go out with me tunaight?"

There's only one person that could have written those signs. Not just because of the familiar handwriting, but also because of the words he chose. And sure enough, Inumaki Toge was proudly holding up the middle sign, looking at you.

You clutched the makeshift boquet of roses in your hand. It was him after all.

In all three years of your schooling at JJT, you've found Inumaki Toge to be especially charming. You had a bit of trouble talking to him at first, but you quickly got along after you bridged the whole "onigiri ingredient" gap. Honestly, you don't know how long it's been since you felt... a special way about him.

It took you a while to realise, but you definitely like him. More than a friend.

And knowing it's mutual...

He looked at you with such hope in his eyes that it made you want to hug him and kiss him all over. And so you did.

The sign he was holding fell to the ground as you embraced him tightly and he immediately hugged you back, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to him. As if that is the place where you belong.

"Yes, yes, I'll go to prom with you!" you yelled happily, leading everyone around you to cheer. You didn't really notice it because you were busy kissing Inumaki's cheeks, but all the other third years looked satisfied, knowing their ship has sailed at long last.

"But bad onigiri ingredient puns, really? I'm feeling the second hand embarrasment real hard right now." your face scrunched up slightly, cringing.

He simply giggled quietly in response, squeezing you again.

You can't deny, that is so him.

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To celebrate the one-month anniversary of EPIC: The Circe Saga I present to you:

Moments in EPIC: The Musical that make me go

Mhhhhhhhh

dundundundun dun dun dundundun alright my brothers listen closely

but now we'll be the ones who ~Slayyyyyy~

Penelopeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Penelopeeeeee

And TELEMACHUUUUUUUS

i couLD RAISE HIM AS MY OOOOOOOOOOOWN

The Blood On Your Hands Is Something You Won't Lose, All You Can Choose Is Whose

(literally all of Just A Man, that song will haunt me forever)

(but especially:)

how could I hurt youuuuuu

I'm just a man who's trying to go home even after all the years away from what I've known

I'm just a man who's fighting for his life, deep down I would trade the world to see my son and wife

the choir chorus. Just. All of it.

forGIIIIIIVE MEEEEEEEEEE

forgiiive meee

I'm juuuust aaaaa maaaaaaan

The Full Speed Ahead Instrumental Intro.

Six. Hundred. Men.

600 miles of open seaaaaaaa

But the problem's not the distance (it's what lies in between)

And Ithaca's waitiiiiiiing, my kingdom is waitiiiiiiiiiiiiiing, PENELOPE'S WAITIIIIIIIIIIIING for meeeeeee

That High Note™ on full speed aheeeeeaaaaad

Captain? EURYLOCHUS

Captain?Politeeees

GIVE ME TIL SUNRIIIIIIIIISE AND IF WE DON'T RETUUUUUUUURN

Then 600 men can make this whole place BURN

So full speed aHEEEEEEAAAAAAAAD

WE'RE UP WE'RE OFF AND AWAY WE GO

You can relax my friend (...what)

That High Note™ on Give it a try it's not that hard

STAY BACK (stay back...)

See? This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms (~ahhhhhh~)

A CAVE

East! (That way)

Thank you! (Welcome)

HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN THE LESSONS I TAUGHT YOU

LET. ME. REMIND YOU.

~Goddess of Wisdoooooom~

~Master of Waaaaaar~

i HAD a challenge, a TEST of skill, a magic BOAR only the best could kiiiiill

Little Odysseus's LET'S GO

I can see youuu HOW CAN YOU SEE THROUGH MY SPELL

I was lying! And you fell for my bluff! Hahahaha

Nahhh, don't be modest, I know you're a goddess, so let's be honest you are

ATHENAAA (athena!)

Badass in the arena! Unmatched, witty, and queen of the best strategies we've seen!

The duet harmonies in the second chorus! Fucking superb

Look at all this food! Look at all these sheep!

WHO ARE YOU

YOU KILLED MY SHEEP

banger cello solo

MY FAVOURITE SHEEP

Take from you as you took from meee

theRE'S BEEN A MISUNDERSTANDING

Wine?

A gift from you and a gift from meee

My name is noooobody, Noooooobody, Nooooobody (aka That High Note™ part 3)

I'm so glad we see eye to eye

...what?

WATCH OUT

POOOOOOOLYYYYYYYYYPHEEEEEEEEMUUUUUUUUS

PO!LY!PHE!MUS!

Six Hundred liiiiiives at stake, it's just one liiiiiiiife to take

Stay in his blinds while you striiiiiiike his heels (STRIKE THE HEELS)

Show him that we're deadly! (HAH! HAH!)

SIX HUNDRED LIIIIIIVES AT STAKE IT'S JUST ONE LIIIIIIIIFE TO TAKE (pt. 2 choir version)

*body tumbles across the ground* cap...tain...

banger cello solo pt.2 electric boogaloo

*electric guitar fades in* dundundundundundun dundundundundundun

But captain, what will we do with our fallen friends?

remember them

REMEMBER THEM

(let's kill him!)

Remember them (part 3 choir version)

SCATTER

It was noooooobody, Nooooobody, Noooooobody

If nobody hurt you be silent! (Don't go!)

HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN THE LESSONS I TAUGHT YOU (no.2)

No??!!!

What good would killing do? When mercy is a skill more of this world could learn to use?

don't

HEY CYCLOPS

The next time that you dare choose not to spare, remember them! Remember uuuuus! Remember me!

I'm the reigning king of Ithacaaaaaaaa

I am neither man nor mythicaaaaal

IIIIIIII am your darkest momeeeeeent

IIIIII am the infamooouuuuus

Odysseus

(aka the first time our main character gets actually named aka the worst decision ever made by the poor guy)

You were reckless, sentimental at best. That's not a teaching of mine. You've grown soft! Your dead friends can attest! (hey) Put your emotions aside.

That Growl™ on I don't know where I went wrong

That's just like you! Why should I be surprised? Selfish and prideful and vain

You're Not Looking For A Mentor, I'm Not Looking For A Friend

At least I know what I'm fighting for while you're fighting to be known! Since you claim you're so much wiser, why's your life spent all alone? You're alone!

One day, you'll hear what I'm saying, one day, you might understand, one day. But not today for after all you're

JUUUUUUST AAAAAA MAAAAAAAN

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

*soft piano outro*

*epic horn intro*

*epic trumpet solo*

These waaaaaves and tiiiiiides have grown in strength and siiiiize

Brace for a STOOOOOOOORM (stoooooorm)

The likes of which we've never seen before!

Have them follow my ship, I'll ensure that we'll PREVAIIIIL

At this rate we won't make it out aliiiiiive

~an island in the skyyyyy~

We're gonna shoot for the sky! (what.)

STOOOOOOOOOOOORM, STOOOOOOOOOOOORM (this time with amazing harmonies)

WE'RE SHOOTING FOR THE ISLAND IN THE SKY! IN THE SKYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Please don't tell me you're about to do what I think you'll do

We're in the home of the Wind God! (We don't know for sure.) How many floating islands have you seen before? This is the home of the Wind God! (And what's your plan.) I'm gonna climb to the top and ask 'em for a hand

Have faith friend, we've come this far

Yes, but how much longer til your luck runs out

You rely on wit and people die on it, whooaa

I still believe in goodness

I still believe that we could be kind

Lead from the heart, and see what starts

Thank you for the concern but brother I can assure you, our journey is almost done. I understand that we're tired, I understand that we're fazed. But don't forget how much we already faced!

I took 600 men to war and not one of them died there. In case you needed a reminder.

If you want to talk more, let me pull you aside then. I need to talk to you in private.

Hahaha

I am the wind, twisting and turning

HAHAHA

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer! (Never really know who you can trust)

If they wanna get the bag open you gotta say No Sir (Sometimes killing is a must what)

It's treasure! what.

NO DO NOT.

Everybody listen closely. See how this bag is closed? That's how it's supposed to be.

Cause the end always justifies the means (everything's changed since Polites)

For nine days I've stayed wide awake, tried to make it home with no storm or tidal wave. I remain unopposed, the bag is still closed and I'm getting closeeeer to youuuuuuu (Penelopeeeee) I can't wait to make some new memories (Teleeeemaaaachuuuus) Time for me to be the father I never was

(just keep your eyes open) why are my eyes and my heart and my soul so heavy (just keep your eyes open) I keep on trying to embrace you both why won't you LET MEEEEEEE (Just Keep Your Eyes Open) So much has changed, but I'm the same, yes I'm the SAAAAAAME

Just keep your eyes open, keep your eyes open

Wake up. Wake up, Odysseus, they're opening the bag, WAKE UP

EPIC ORCHESTRA™

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

STOOOOOOOOORM

OOOODYSSEUS OF ITHACA

do you know who I am

*wave sounds*

POSEIDON POSEIDON POSEIDON POSEIDON POSEIDON POSEIDON POSEIDON Poseidon

In all my yeeeaaaars of living it isn't very often that I get pissed off

Iiiiii've been so graaaaacious

That's right, the Cyclops you made blind is mine (no)

I'm left without a choice, and without a doubt, Guess The Pack Of Wolves Is Swimming With The Shark Now

You are the worst kind of good cause you're Not. Even. Great.

A Greek who reeks of false right.eous.ness that's what I HATE

I mean you totally could've avoided all this had you just killed my son. But ~nooo~

YOU ARE FAR TOO NICE, MERCY HAS A PRICE

Unlike you, I have no mercy left to give cause

Ruth.less.ness is mercy upon ourselves

Ruthlessness is MERCY UPON OURSELVES

OURSELVES

*wave sounds pt.2*

We took no pleaaaasure in his pain

That High Note™ on We only wanted to escaaaaaape

The Line Between Naivety And Hopefulness Is Almost Invisible

die

When does a ripple become a tidal wave

43 left under your command

When does a man become a monsteeeer

Iiiiiii am your daaaaaarkest momeeeent

Any last words?

ALL I GOTTA DO IS OPEN THIS BAG (WHAT)

EPIC BRASS SOLO™

Remember meee...

*eerie strings*

We came across a palace, inside we heard a voice

Sir! Sincewelefthomewefacedavarietyoffoesfromawiderangeofplaces gods, monsters, you know the roster, hostile creatures that we could resist, but this was a hell of a twist cause we are weak to a power like this!

What was it??? A woman.

What.?

She had us in just two words

~Come inside~

Damn

That Run™ on Go ahead and rest wherever you liiiiike

Take a seat (Yeah)! Let me bring you all something to eat (Yeah)!

This is the priiice we pay to liiiiive, the world does not tend to forgive

We have to go save them. No we don't

There's no length I wouldn't go if it was you I had to save! I can only hope you'd do the saaaame?

hehehe

hehehehehehe

hahahaha

I must say, what a brilliant speech you gave

Divine intervention, someone who's not afraid to... Send a message

Hermes? AHOHOHOHAHAHAHA

the chorus

That Run™ on When you take her on aloooooooone

the chorus again, this time with harmonies

~Here in the root of this flower there lies such a power to take her on~

That High Note™ on then you'll manifest a Being of your creation (all you need's imagination)

And I call this root ~Holy~ ~Moly~

Ahh...

AHAHAHAHAHAHA

More Chorus with More Harmonies!

OHHHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Don't thank me friend, you very well may die. Ahmhmhmhm! Good luck

*Carmen intro*

Lady of the palace

Did you do something to them? Who me? All I did was reveal their true forms.

You turned them into pigs.

I don't know who you are nor why you're here, but let me make this one thing clear: I've got people to protect, nymphs I can't neglect, so I'm not taking chances, dear

If you make one wrong move then you're done for, anything I don't approve and you're done for, I could put a spell on you and you're done for, boy you better run or soon you will be done for

I DON'T MEAN TO TIP YOUR SCALE

~dire consequence~

Hermes gave it to you, didn't he?

Okay fine, yes, but regardless-

Duet version of I've got people to protect

*sword sound* You've lost.

My nymphs are like my daughters I protect them at all costs

... I'm not sure I follow

There are other ways of persuasion, there are other modes of control, there are other means of deceit, there are other roads to the soouuul, there are other actions of passion, you have so much left to learn, want to save your men from the fire? Show me that you're willing to buuuuuurn ohhhhhhh

~so much power, so much power~

I can't

*Penelopeeeeee* but make it viola

She's my everything, my Penelope

*sigh* Poseidon, eh?

I know of a brilliant prophet! Problem is this prophet is dead

I remember actions of passion, I have been in love once before. Maybe one day the world will need a puppeteer no moooooooore. Or maybe one day the world will need a puppeteer

MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE

I apologise for any spelling mistakes and also for the length of this. It took me way too long but oh well

#epic: the musical #epic the musical #jorge rivera herrans #epic the troy saga #epic the cyclops saga #epic the ocean saga #epic the circe saga #odysseus #the odyssey #greek mythology #musicals #i love this so much #you have no idea

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entertext · 3 months

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HGSN 24-3

Chapter (Japanese)

(Please hit the green thumbs up at the end of the chapter to show support)

Rough translation by me

Yoshiki: ...Haha

Yoshiki: ...So it was a clichéd human-sacrificing village huh?

Yoshiki: Of course...you'd hide that...

Hikaru: But I don't need heads or anything to grant wishes

Hikaru: Why?

Yoshiki: In the end, the "sin of the Indous"...

Hikaru: I can't remember...That part's still all fuzzy.

Yoshiki: Ugh, there's no one else who was close to Hikaru's dad and seems to know some stuff...

Yoshiki: ...No, there...is one...,but...

Principal: And now let us sing the school song

Chorus: Over the blue~~mountain range~~♪

Chorus: Soars Tenbanzan―♪

Hikaru: (It seems like a ton of people's lives have been offered to me.)

Hikaru: (But it kinda makes sense)

Hikaru: (Honestly, if anything, it feels right...)

Hikaru: (If we continue to understand more about Nounuki-sama like this)

Hikaru: (Will we find a way to reduce the impurities?)

Hikaru: (If that happens, will I be able to stay like this for good?)

Hikaru: (The thing that poses the most danger to Yoshiki isn't the impurities, but...)

(sfx: gulp)

(sfx: rattles open)

Asako: How sneaky of you, skipping out on the ceremony

Hikaru: If I say I was taking a dump, they won't get mad

Asako: Summer break starts tomorrow

Hikaru: Yeah, you gonna do the homework?

Asako: I always finish it in the first week, but Yuu-chan always does it in tears on the very last day, haha.

Hikaru: Haha, I'll make sure to do it too. Studying's fun

Asako: Hey, y'know.

Hikaru: Yeah?

Asako: You really aren't Hikaru, are you?

Hikaru: ...

Asako: I saw you on the second floor staircase landing a while back.

(sfx: head scratch)

Hikaru: .... Ah

Hikaru: Asako, y'know...even before...that kind of thing

Hikaru: You really shouldn't say it to me directly...It's stupid

Asako: Yeah

Hikaru: You gonna tell?

Asako: I won't

Asako: Not a soul.

Asako: Hikaru not being Hikaru is scary and weird. Yoshiki knowing that and acting the same as usual is weird, too.

Asako: There's no way I could do that...It's like...everything's weird

Asako: But, y'know...for some reason, I can't bring myself to completely hate the current you, 'Hikaru'.

Hikaru: Even though I messed up your right ear?

Asako: Oh, right, that was you...

Hikaru: I'm sorry about that, Asako. I already promised Yoshiki that I wouldn't do anything to you anymore.

Hikaru: And that I wouldn't kill anyone else...

Asako: Ahaha....you really aren't human.

Asako: Hey...Is Hikaru still alive somewhere?

Hikaru: No.... This body is already a corpse

Asako: Oh

Asako: *sniffles* I kinda already...

Asako: thought that was the case...

Asako: Uugh...

Asako: Uuuuu

(sfx: rubs)

Asako: Uu...uwaaaaah...

P10

Hikaru: (Ah...that's right)

Hikaru: Sorry

Hikaru: (Hikaru should have had everyone be sad over him like this)

Hikaru: (Because I'm here, no one will be sad like this)

Hikaru: (That may be what Hikaru wished for)

Hikaru: (But if I wasn't here, maybe Yoshiki would have been sad with everyone else, and it might not have been as painful as it is now)

Hikaru: (And then maybe everyone would have been able to look forward)

Hikaru: (And think about college and stuff)

Hikaru: (And have fun...)

Next chapter: 2024/02/13

Twitter Extra (link):

After becoming 'Hikaru', he has a bit of a tendency to get up close and personal regardless of gender. It's the same as the tendency of humans to quickly pet cats.

#hikaru ga shinda natsu #the summer hikaru died #rip yoshiki having to talk to his dad to solve the horrors (tm)#asako ;_;

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kazumist · 10 months

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hello hello

could i get 16. with xiao please?

congrats on the milestone!

prompt: naturally gravitating closer together

note: thank uuuuu :] i did this in like,, a general sense and not a specific scenario since nothing popped up in my mind haha ;; i hope that's okay!!

1k milestone event: open!

you and xiao were stuck together like glue.

there is never a day when you and him are at least a meter apart, especially when you’re out with friends.

it would always be you standing or sitting next to each other for pictures; if not that, then you’re just... near him. it’s a natural thing for you and xiao to be like this—to get close with each other no matter where you are; you’re both so used to it. others got used to it as well, always leaving the seat next to either of you vacant whenever the other wasn't there yet, simply because they knew that the spot was automatically taken.

there was a time when both of you were out with friends, and instead of the whole group having fun, you and xiao had your own little world. hell, you even sat at a separate table because the one the whole group took was full!

but during that day, either one of you would always get dragged away from the other to participate in some other activities for the day. but what happens in the end? you both keep coming back to each other. it was cute to see, really. xiao softly smiles as you show him a random picture of a cat that you saw on your instagram feed, adoring how cute the animal was. your faces were close to each other too.

but this was normal. it was normal for the two of you to get this close to each other without even realizing it. it was normal that no matter how hard other people tried, you two would be stuck at each other’s side again. it was normal—this was normal.

you and xiao were stuck together like glue; nothing and no one can change that.

#( writings )#( aki hits — 1k! )#from: anon #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin imagines #xiao x reader #xiao fluff #xiao imagines #xiao #x reader #i hope this was ok anon

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eletricheart · 3 months

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hi so I really loved your Donna fics 'fever' and 'home is wherever I'm with you' and so I was wondering if I could request like a sequel but a mix of those two.

basically the reader (the daughter figure from your fic) is coming to visit Donna, but she had the flu that day. she spends a few days with Donna, but she's sooo apologetic and guilty for being sick. Every time she coughs, she apologizes, she doesn't sit near Donna so she won't get the Dollmaker sick, even thought she really wants to be near Donna right now, and will not allow herself to sneeze. She thinks she is absolutely disgusting. When she eventually had to sneeze, she almost cries beacuse she's so sorry. Donna constantly assured reader that she is not gross, and Donna doesn't care, heck, Donna *wants* reader to sneeze, and she's allowed to be sick.

thank uuuuu xx

Matilda

(Donna Beneviento x daughter!fem!reader)

*pic creds to owner, got it from pinterest

Word count: 577

Song by Harry Styles : Nothing about the way that you were treated ever seemed especially alarming 'til now

I hope u like it😔🫶

ps: fluff

ps2: plss lmk any mistakes

ps3: song at the end

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You hated Flu Season, it’s an entire week where you can’t walk without leaving a trail of tissues. You would usually hide in your bedroom until it was over but you had promised Donna you’d spend a few days with her to craft a new doll.

Hence you taking too much medicine in order to keep control, which didn't work.

Now you’re sitting in Donna’s workshop trying your best to not sneeze, even sitting far from the dollmaker so she wouldn't notice. But she did.

One badly hidden cough and Donna was fretting over you, pulling you upstairs to the living room so you’d have more clean air.

You were watching her in concern as she gave orders to the dolls to prepare some tea and grab blankets. Your voice is slightly muffled by the tissue you were holding in your face to block any sickness from going out. “It’s really not necessary, I can go home and once it ends I’ll come back.”

Donna’s eyes widened while she hurriedly shook her head. The woman tried to sit next to you but you almost fell off the couch trying to stay distant. “I can’t let you leave like this, I know some great recipes for the flu. I can help, okay?”

You tried to answer but a sneeze pulled through while you desperately tried to apologize. “I-I’m sorry, this is gross, I shouldn't have come.” Your eyes quickly filled with tears. “I couldn't help you and now I’m gonna get you sick. I’m so sorry.”

The dollmaker doesn't let you escape this time and pulls you into her arms, holding you tightly while you cry. “It’s okay, honey, it’s okay. It’s not gross, in fact it's completely normal to get sick sometimes. I’m not worried about my work or getting sick too, that is all temporary. I’m worried about you and your wellbeing. You never have to apologize for being human, do you understand?”

You nodded weakly, not separating the embrace. “My parents used to say that being sick meant I was weak, because my body wasn't working right and it would get in the way of their life…I just didn't want to be a burden to you too.”

Donna’s heart broke with your confession, thousands of different curses directed to your parents went through her head. So she kissed the top of your head, picked some blankets the dolls left near her without moving you too much and covered the both of you. “You will never be a burden to me. I love taking care of you…not that I want you to get sick, of course not. I-what I mean is that it’s okay, you’re not weak, this sickness is just the way your body fights off anything harmful, you’re being so strong.”

You pursed your lips, not convinced but not objecting.

The dollmaker noticed and just sighed while silently asking one of the dolls to bring her the tv remote.“Well then, how about we stay like this and watch a movie?”

You looked up to her. “Don’t you have to work? I can stay here alone.”

She shook her head. “You’re more important than anything else, don't ever forget that.”

You nodded with a small smile on your face and turned back towards the tv. The other days were almost the same, Donna rarely left your side and you were grateful for it. For a few days your parents were just a distant memory.

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requests are open: masterlist

#resident evil village #re8 #resident evil #donna beneviento #non canon #fanfic #donna beneviente x daughter!fem!reader #donna beneviento x daughter!reader #lady beneviento #lady beneviento x reader #donna beneviento x reader #resident evil fandom #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil 8 #re8 donna #resident evil donna beneviento x reader #resident evil donna #resident evil fluff #happy ending

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bookshelf-dust · 2 years

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what are we going to be for halloween?

gareth emerson x fem!reader

word count: 2,166

warnings: flirty little shithead gareth, gareth likes boobs, halloween!! sweet sweet kissy fluff, mentions of smoking?? some ass touching, candy eating

a/n: i LOVE this gif. "pussies? really? because we're not delusional?" something about the way he drags out the "uuuuu" makes me crazy. anyway, i really, really like this!! i hope you do too!! <33

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October 1988

You're on your back, reading on the couch, book resting against the top of your stomach, just under your chest. You register Gareth walk around in front of you, but you're not really paying him any attention.

Something that he's clearly had enough of.

Gareth walks toward you, and gets onto the couch, wiggling about until he is settled between your legs, head on your tummy, hands tucked under his chin. He rubs his knee up and down your calf as best as he can from the odd angle.

From where he's laying, he cannot see your face--only the book cover and your hands. But lucky for him, your hair is splayed out within his grasp, and he reaches for a strand, giving it a gentle and curious sniff.

"Your hair smells good."

"Wow, thank you, Gareth. It’s almost like that’s what happens when someone washes their hair," you retort.

"You’re such a little shit, you know that? Such a smartass."

You lift the book from its resting place, looking down at him. His cheek rests on his hand, and he grins up at you, looking like a mischievous toddler.

"You think I’ve got a smart ass? Just showering me with compliments today, huh?" He moves a hand, stroking it down your side and wriggling it under you to give your ass a squeeze, making you yelp. The look on his face tells you he's very proud of himself, and you lower your book again so that he is blocked from view.

"Rude," he proclaims. You reach down and lightly slap his ass in return.

"I'd come over here to ask you a question, and now you go about, abusing my delicate rear end? The nerve."

You ignore his dramatics. "Ask the question, Emerson."

"What are we going to be for Halloween?"

That was a good question. You'd been thinking it over for a while, but you needed to make the decision soon in order to have time to prepare for the holiday.

"Huh." You mark your page and close your book, leaning a little to set it on the table opposite the couch.

"Well..." you trail off, patting your chest to signal that you want Gareth closer, for him to scoot up.

"We could be Ferris and Cameron. Or you could be Bender and I could be Claire. You've got the flannel for that. But we don't have to be a pair, you know. It could be individual. I could be Wednesday, or maybe just Allison because you know Andrew pisses me off. Or like, Elvira."

Gareth sat up at that one, straddling your hips. "Don't tease me like that." He had the hots for Elvira, Mistress of The Dark, and you didn't even blame him in the slightest. She was hot and there was no denying that.

"Gare, I haven't got half the boobs for that. It was just an idea.” He looked offended, seriously hurt.

"Hey! Don't say that about them! You're gonna hurt their feelings!"

You rolled your eyes at him. "Stop conversing with my boobs, Gareth."

"I love your boobs. You'd be such a hot Elvira. Really!" You crossed your arms over your chest, not believing him, and hoping he'd forget about the suggestion. He could tell that you thought it might be fun, but then he saw the moment your insecurities shoved their way to the frontline of your thoughts. "We could be Seymour and Audrey."

"Jesus, Gareth. You really want my boobs out, don't you?"

"I love them. They're so nice to me, baby."

————

You’d settled on being Ferris and Cameron. While Gareth really liked the idea of you dressing up in something sexy, he wanted you to be comfortable and happy. So you’d tucked the Elvira idea away for next year, or maybe just for Gareth.

Gareth’s stepdad had an old Flyers jersey lying around, which he was kind enough to let Gareth borrow. You watched him button the khaki pants he’d found during one of your thrift store visits, noticing how good his thighs looked in them.

“Hey, my eyes are up here.” You looked up at him from your perch on his bed, and he smiled at you. “C’mere.” He moved to his dresser, picking up his wallet and making sure the chain was still attached securely.

You stood in front of him and lifted your jacket a little for him. He slipped his wallet into your back pocket, hooking the other end of the chain to one of your belt loops. “I see why you think that’s hot now. Looks way better on you.”

Gareth leaned down to peck you once on the lips and then again on the cheek, making you blush.

You looked in his mirror, kind of agreeing with him, and thinking you might have to get one for yourself.

The two of you stood there in your finished costumes, looking rather cute. You’d gone to all of the local thrift stores repeatedly until you found everything you needed, your Ferris costume proving much more difficult than his Cameron.

You’d found a vest a close as possible to his, and some pants for cheap. The best part was that Steve had a jacket that looked almost identical to Ferris,’ and you were suddenly very thankful he was preppier than you. He’s agreed to let you borrow it, trusting you wouldn’t spill anything on it.

You’d borrowed a white shirt for underneath from Gareth, after discovering you didn’t own anything that wasn’t a dark color. You were lucky he had one that he slept in sometimes when he decided to wear a shirt to bed.

You realized the only part of your outfit that was yours were your shoes, but nevertheless the both of you looked very very sweet.

Gareth wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on your shoulder. “Does kissing in these costumes mean we’ve changed the plot of the movie?”

“Yeah, but that’s how it should’ve been anyways,” you laughed. “Ferris and Cameron were in love and I’m a firm believer in that.”

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“Where to next?” Gareth asked, driving in the direction of the rich neighborhoods.

You’d already hit all the houses on his street, skirting around all the other teens and their siblings or friends, ignoring the comments from neighbors he knew about whether or not the two of you were too old to be trick-or-treating.

You hadn’t cared in the slightest, wanting to revel in the child-like escapades of Halloween before you officially weren’t a teenager anymore.

“Word on the street is that the people in Loch Nora give out full sized candy bars.” Word on the street being Dustin and his knowledge of the best places to get candy.

“Sold.”

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Gareth was walking next to you, pillowcase slung over his shoulder, other hand in his pocket. You were looking at him, taking in the way the street lights glinted off the tip of his nose, the way his cupid’s blow shined. You’d never been happier.

You tore your gaze away from him, reaching into your pumpkin bucket and digging around for the Nerds some soccer mom had given you earlier.

It was getting later, the streets having turned fully teen territory now, and Gareth reached to tug you closer to him because of the crowd. You tore open the little pink box, shaking some into your mouth, and then noticed how close you were to him, having been occupied with your candy. He was looking right at you.

“What?” You inquired.

“I want some.” You held the box aloft and he opened his mouth, stopping walking to you let you shake some out.

“Thank you.” He kissed you, and tasted like cherry.

He stayed still after you started to walk again, your eye on a particularly big house with loads of decorations. You noticed and moved back to him.

“You’re so pretty,” he told you, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I love you,” Gareth said. He grinned at the way you blushed under the orange string lights hanging from someone’s carport.

“I love you too, Cam.” He leaned in and kissed you, short and sweet, and then let you practically run off in search of more sugar—which he knew you didn’t need.

After a little while longer, another rich neighborhood, and an alarmingly full pillowcase that might’ve started to rip, you decided to call it a night with the trick-or-treating.

You did decide to drive around for a while, looking at Halloween decorations.

“I’m gonna have to get a better job than the record store if we’re gonna be able to afford our own decorations. Bet we could have the best yard in all of Hawkins.” Gareth noticed you were quiet, and turned to look at you.

“You said ‘we.’ You wanna live with me?” You hesitantly asked.

He looked at you like it was obvious. “‘Course I do. Someday. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yeah, Gare, I would.”

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“You’re gonna have to spare some Whoppers. I promised Eddie I’d save him some.” The both of you were sitting on his living room floor, raiding your candy stash that you’d now dumped on the carpet.

“He should’ve come with us then. Gotten his own candy.” You stuck your tongue out at him, popping another chocolate ball in your mouth.

Gareth was now searching for anything with white chocolate in it, knowing you hated that shit, and so did he, setting it aside for his sisters, who did like it. The Lost Boys was playing in the background, but you weren’t paying attention, having seen it more than was healthy.

“No. I’m glad it was just the two of us tonight. I like being with you.” You watched him open a pack of chocolate cigarettes, putting one in between his lips. “You can’t yell at me about these, they won’t kill me.”

He held the pack out to you, and you took one, chewing as he closed it and tossed it on the floor. “I’m glad it was just the two of us too, by the way.”

He grinned at you, leaning in and waiting for a kiss. You planted one on his forehead and he pouted. “Noo, you missed!” You tried for a cheek. Then he got sick of your games and put both hands on the sides of your face, kissing you with a loud enough “Mwah!” to make you roll your eyes at him.

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The two of you scooped up the remainder of your candy and carried it upstairs to his room in order to save it from the other mouths in his house.

You started to strip off the layers of your costume, setting Steve’s jacket carefully on the desk chair in Gareth’s room.

Gareth walked over when he realized you were changing clothes, unhooking the wallet chain for you. “Thank you,” you said, unbuttoning your vest.

You stepped out of your pants, watching Gareth pull the jersey over his head and toss it across the room. He then untangled his necklace from his hair, and your eyes fell to his tummy. His tummy.

You ducked down planting kisses on his soft squish and carding your fingers through his happy trail. “You have problems,” he said.

You kept going, and then realized that his thighs were right there, and they looked oh so good in those pants, so you gave them a squeeze.

“No problems. Just love you.” Another belly kiss, another thigh rub.

His cheeks went red, and you left him to dig in your bag for pajamas. “No. Nope. Stop that. Wear something of mine, please, I beg of you.”

You pulled his shirt off over your head and waited for him to pick something new out, but he got sidetracked looking at your chest. “Hey, my eyes are up here, dipshit.”

“I told you I love your boobies,” he said, tossing a Motörhead shirt at you.

“Don’t say boobies, Gareth.”

He giggled. “I like your boobies and I’m proud of it, so I’ll say boobies if I please. Pants or no?”

“Please. It’s cold in here.” He tossed a pair of old pajama pants at you, and then slipped into sweats himself. He turned around, and groaned at the sight of you in his clothes.

“Ughh. I love you.”

He grabbed your hand, leading you to his bed, snuggling under the covers with you.

He slipped his hand underneath your shirt rubbing your belly, and you took the chance to do the same, not missing the way his lips quirked up.

You leaned in. “I wanna spend all the rest of the Halloweens with you.”

He smiled fully at you, happy and warm. “Right back at you, baby.”

You leaned in, kissing him slowly, a warm press of your lips against his. He ran his tongue along your bottom lip, and you let him in for a moment before pulling away.

“I love you, Gareth.”

“I love you too, sweet thing.”

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

#gareth emerson #gareth stranger things #halloween fic #gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson x fem!reader #gareth emerson x female reader #corroded coffin #ferris bueller's day off #gareth emerson x you #gareth emerson fic #gareth emerson fanfic #gareth emerson fluff #savannah’s fics

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cafedanslanuit · 1 year

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♡ — pairing: nagi x reader

♡ — tags/warnings: gn reader + no pronouns, pro football player!nagi, long distance relationship, fluff, feel-good fic, reader is implied to be a teacher/have students

♡ — a/n: a little late birthday present for my dear friend @ofoceansandtombsanew!! took a few extra days bc i wanted it to be good lol mwah love uuuuu

♡ — masterlist

Think I only want one number in my phone

I might change your contact to “don't leave me alone”

— "Nonsense" by Sabrina Carpenter

The first thing Nagi sees when he wakes up inside his hotel room is his cactus, Choki, standing proud on his bedside table. A few rays of sunlight peak through the curtains and he buries his face against his pillow, groaning. It takes him a good minute to gather enough energy to blindly look for his phone on the mattress, his fingers closing around the device once he does.

Squinting, he scrolls through his notifications, swiping most of them without even reading the content before reaching your name. He presses it, and a message shows up, paired with the photo he was just waiting to see. His lips were already twitching up before he could even register it.

In the photograph you’ve sent him, he can see a small, flower-shaped succulent sitting nicely on a teacher’s desk. The classroom seats are empty and he can see the faint glint of the sunset coming through the windows. Was is afternoon already when you sent it?

Nagi shifts on his bed, finding a more comfortable position, before pointing his phone at Choki and snapping a photo. In the background, you’d be able to recognize the hotel room he’s been staying at during the championship, plus the shoft morning lightning that indicated he was just starting his day. He types the message and sends it promptly.

To his surprise, the read notification appears as soon as the delivered one does. He sits up on the bed, drowsiness washing away almost completely as he watches three small dots blinking. What time is it there? How can you be awake too?

Soon enough, another photo of the same succulent appears, this time next to a window he recognizes as his own kitchen. Ah, it’s already night back home, he thinks, and for a moment wishes he was back there, sitting on the kitchen table and swiping across his phone as you tell him a story about work while you cook. The smell of herbs and spices he’s already forgotten the name of dances around his mind, and he finds himself groaning, laziness crawling back to his body the more he misses you.

A surge of energy straightens his back, the prospect of holding you sooner than expected gives him the motivation he was almost losing by being away from you for so long. He could sneak you into the hotel, he thinks; finally have a Good Sleep™, drift off while you run your fingers across his scalp and he rests his head on your chest.

Before he sends it, he makes sure to attach a new photo of Choki, only this time he includes a peace sign of his own.

The three dots appear again and Nagi finds himself balancing his long legs on the side of his bed. He rests his phone on the bed for a moment and stretches his arms, feeling a satisfying ‘pop’ come from his shoulder blades. His notification bell alerts him again and he quickly takes the divide again.

In the middle of a dimly lit hotel room, Nagi’s soft smile is put on a spotlight thanks to his phone screen. Your message doesn’t take long to arrive, the same succulent and kitchen window, only this time paired with your thumb and index finger together forming a heart next to it.

Before he can type in another response, his alarm goes off. Almost in cue, he heard very similar alarms ringing in the rooms adjacent to his, followed by a couple of curses in the background and someone ―Bachira, if he had to take a guess― putting on a Spotify playlist on loud volume. Nagi lets out a long yawn and leaves his phone on the bed as he heads to the shower, message still unsent on the screen.

He’d rather tell you in person anyway.

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #nagi x reader #nagi seishiro #seishiro nagi #nagi fluff #blue lock nagi #nagi

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wambsgansshoelaces · 3 months

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I have a blurb request (or it can be headcanons it’s up to you and it’s totally no rush like take your time ily.) but Youngest Adopted Roy sibling, Tom, and Greg being the trio that everyone thought Kendall, Shiv, and Rome would be. Like you have three underdogs, three people that most would never place bets on just absolutely proving ppl wrong.

honestly idk if I did this the way you were envisioning it but it’s here :0 if you want me to redo it just tell me what you want to change and it’ll happen :P

the first non x reader on my profile, what have you done to me… /lh

thank you for requesting anon, I love uuuuu

word count: 999 (completion and new beginnings!!!)

CEO, COO, MPH

“Fucking move, Gregory.”

“I would if I had space, but I don’t!”

You’re crammed in between the two of them as they bicker. “It’s a small ass elevator, and that’s fine,” you hiss, the elevator finally coming to a halt on the sixtieth floor. The three of you were here on a mission: get them to sell. You were meeting with the heads of a company Logan’s been lusting after, and it was imperative that you got them to fork over their rights.

It’s not that you were so good at your job that Kendall had decided to send you with Tom and Greg, it’s that Logan wants the sellers to think that they’re not taking this seriously. So they send two randoms along with the head of some department at Waystar. You feel oh so important.

Tom smooths his tie down as you walk slowly through the hall. “I know this is all just pretend for Logan, but I’m going to actually try.” He glances back at you. “You help me do the talking. Greg gets to just sit there and look pretty.”

“But I- I have things to say, too,” Greg protests quietly, Tom shouldering open the conference room door.

“Just don’t say anything stupid,” Tom replies quickly before pasting a dazzling smile on his face, turning to the few people gathered in the room. “Gentlemen. How are you, how are you? I haven’t seen you fine folks in a while.”

You and Greg exchange a glance. You nudge him forward into a few handshakes, following suit as the sellers and their lawyers go from Tom, to Greg, to you. You take your seat in between the two, across from all of the other men.

“I don’t think I’ve seen either of you before,” the CEO says, awkwardly smiling. He gestures vaguely in the direction of you and Greg.

“They’re two of my most trusted, and between you and me, my most favorite,” Tom says smoothly.

“I handle all relations, communications, and media,” you supply, keeping your face passively sweet. “I was the one you were emailing with before all of this.”

The CEO’s eyebrows raise in recognition. “Oh, you! I don't know why I didn't recognize your face. I've read all of your work, actually been to all of your press conferences. You're so delightedly and properly educated, unlike your siblings. You were much more pleasant than the first person we spoke to.” He leans in conspiratorially, glancing at Greg when he speaks his next bit. “I know you’re technically both Roys, but Siobhan was less than pleasant to interact with. I don’t know how either of you do it. You don’t understand the relief the lot of us felt when they said we’d be meeting with you all instead. The first sit down we had?” He shakes his head.

“Yeah, uh, they can be intense,” Greg replies, eyes brightening. “Sometimes it feels like I’m in over my head, you know?”

The CEO nods, sighing. “I think we’re all friends here, and friends can be honest.” His eyes flick over the three of you. “And if I’m honest, we’re a little… apprehensive about this entire thing.”

Tom leans forward in his seat, his brow furrowing in concern. “Is it the money? Because I can assure you, the number isn’t the issue.”

The CEO shakes his head, a hand running over his chin. “No, no. The money is… it’s amazing, what can we say?” Polite laughter echoes through the room. “It’s just… the management.”

Tom nods, shifting back into an upright position. “Well, that can be sorted, can’t it? What are we thinking?”

“What was offered to us, Mr. Wambsgans, is that Roman Roy takes over the company from us for whatever number we thought appropriate. We like the money, we just need someone different at the helm.”

Tom hums. “I think for us to rearrange things, we’d have to give you a number. And it’ll probably be much lower than you want it to be, just because of… personnel issues.”

“See, I think the three of you would do a fantastic job, based on how we’ve interacted over the last month.” The CEO leans back in his chair. He points at Tom, then Greg, then you. “I see a CEO, a COO, and a Media and Press Head. At least, ones I’d be happy with handing my company to. And as long as we’re still over the seven figures, as initially agreed, then I suppose the money isn’t an issue.”

“We’ll relay the message,” Greg tells him, smile on his face.

“Ah, I know where I know you from, now!” The CEO’s face lightens. “You’re the fellow that helped out with the shareholder issues we were having back in October! You were a ray of fucking sunlight, I tell you. I thought the shareholders were going to dump us, I have no idea how you did it.”

Greg looks surprised. “Oh, I, uh, didn’t know you knew about that. I was kind of just given the order, and, um, I got involved, yeah.”

“I’m quite glad you did. Well, now I’m sure. I trust the three of you with my life, and I trust the old geezer as far as I can throw him. If he can come to terms with the three of you leading the troops into war, the company’s good as yours. Retirement’s on the horizon, for me…”

The CEO drones on for what feels like several more years, talking about his new young girlfriend and all the things he planned on doing once he’s retired. The vacations he’d take, the people he’d meet… You checked out after twenty minutes.

When you’re finally done and out in the hall, and nobody’s around, Tom pumps his fist in the air. “Fuck yes!”

“Did that just happen? Did we just do that?” Greg asks.

Tom doesn’t respond, just loops an arm around both you and Greg, and hoists you both into the air in victory.

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fraternising with the enemy - jude bellingham

part iii - the 'liking each other's posts' phase

summary: jude and maia keep liking each other's posts on social media and that's enough to spark rumours

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judebellingham Happy new year everyone and thank you for the support over this past year, hope you all have a great 2023! Love from 22.🫶🏽

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judefan1 England diamond boyyyy 💎

judefan2 Happy New Year ❤️

user1 legend 💪

user2 Bellingoat 🐐

user3 Not me looking if Maia liked or commented 💀💀

user3 she did like btw

judefan3 Happy New Year. This year is your year. Best is yet to come 🔥🔥🔥

maia.graceee

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maia.graceee 🎬 and that's a wrap on 'the artful dodger'!!!!! to everyone involved in this show in one way or another, thank you for making going to work so far away from home so fun and easy. and to you guys, cannot wait for you to meet lady belle xx

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maia.graceee ALL EPISODES STREAMING NOVEMBER 29TH ON @/disneyplus AND @/hulu !!! i forgot to say ):

user1 SHE COSTARS WITH THOMAS BRODIE SANGSTER?!!!

fan1 I will watch EVERYTHING you are in!!❤️

lucasjames.t vale, ahora vuelve a casa 🤧🤧🤧 [ok, now come home]

maia.graceee omwww 🤭

fan2 Aujfkghkkgl qué ganas!!!!!!!! [can't wait!!!!]

user2 Ooo I love Victorian surgery content. Confused about how this could be a Disney show but I’ll give it a go 😂

jamestaylor Go Maia go Maia go!!! xx

maia.graceee miss uuuuu papa xx

user3 TOMMY AND MAIA TOMMY AND MAIA TOMMY AND MAIA

fan3 blonde maia is the superior maia. i said what i said.

fan4 omg please tell me the accent stays

madelyncline seated!!! liked by maia.graceee

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judebellingham ☕

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judefan1 Please stay in Dortmund

fan1 don't think we don't see you @/maia.graceee 👀

judefan2 it's giving bf material 😭😭😩😩🙏🙏

user1 Omg he’s drinking coffee which has the letter e in it and so does liverpool so he’s coming to liverpool😱😱😱

judefan3 bro said: pov: ur on a date w me

user2 i can kinda see what all the girls see in him tbh

judefan4 kinDA?!?

fan2 😍😍😍😍😍😍

judefan5 @/maia.graceee still in the likes 👁️👄👁️

user3 i think enough time has passed to go to the next level: commenting each other

judefan5 i'd diEEEEEE

maia.graceee

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maia.graceee hogar dulce hogar [home sweet home]

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user1 i always forget she's spanish lol

fan6 she's half spanish. her dad is english!

fan1 THAT LAST SLIDE WITH PEDRI GAVI BALDE AND RAPHINA IN CAMP NOU 🥹🥹🥹🥹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

mikkykiemeney missed you ❤️ liked by maia.graceee

fan2 GUAPÍSIMA [so beautiful]

fan3 hiiii @/judebellingham 😉

siramartinezc ♥️ liked by maia.graceee

user2 are u going to barça next week?

pedri Bienvenida de vuelta ❤️ [welcome back]

user3 ngl there was a time when i shipped this

alejandrobalde ❤️

judefan1 a like's gonna get u nowhere mAN UP AND COMMENT @/judebellingham

fan4 Maia en España >>>>>>> [maia in spain>>>>>>]

fan5 @/fan6 mira la última!!!🤩 [look at the last one!!!]

fan6 ojalá ser ella... 🤧🤧 [oh to be her...]

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judebellingham Bittersweet. Means close to nothing to me without the championship. Nevertheless, just wanted to thank all the players and fans that voted and also for supporting me this season. Lastly, it’s impossible for me to perform without the help of my brilliant teammates! Time to recover physically and mentally to be ready for next season🙌🏽

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blackyellow 🖤💛

jackgrealish 🔝🔝🔝🔝 liked by judebellingham

user1 Bellingham's brother looks more like Bellingham than Bellingham himself

fan3 I think this is the first time I'm earlier than @/maia.graceee

user2 We love you jude ❤

judefan1 🥹🫶🏻 proud

judefan2 That’s my boy 🫶🏾

erling.haaland What a guy 🙏🏻 liked by judebellingham

fan1 so deserved!

user3 much deserved, man!!💛

maia.graceee congrats jude!! x

judebellingham thank you Maia! xx

judefan3 I SCREAMED WTF

fan2 we got a comment!!!!! freaKING FINALLY

judefan4 I -

user4 ok now date

#actress!au #actress!reader #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham au #jude bellingham smau #social media au #football smau #instagram au

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