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pettydollie · 27 days

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ik it’s not father’s day yet but shhhh

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“happy father’s day baby..” you mutter, kissing and licking your boyfriend’s lips. chris grunts, pushing hair out of his face. he’s still on top of you after a long three rounds, keeping his arms straight while he looks down at you. he grins at your joke. you two have this thing where you act like he’s breeding you because it really turns you guys on—

“what’s funny? im so serious!” you giggle with this glint in your eyes that tell chris you’re not lying. his smile drops, looking down in between you both. he watches some his cum ooze out of your puckered hole while the rest was previously shoved deep inside by him. he lifts his glance back towards you, raising an eyebrow with a slightly opened mouth. “ya didn’t take the pill this mornin’?” he asks, dryly chucking after, like he doesn’t believe you’d do that without telling him.

but he’s wrong. you meekly nod your head, pursing your lips innocently as you wait for his reaction. the room fills with silence while chris’ head fills with loud, noisy thoughts. after moments, you chime in to the silence. “i already have a whole pinterest board and everyth—“

“holy shit i’m gonna be a dad.” chris bends his arms, dropping his head onto your chest. you lazily twirl a piece of his oily hair, humming a light “mhmm”. the only reason why you didn’t bring it up to him was because he’d persuade you to wait like he always does. saying, “you should finish college first and get a steady job”. and you’d always respond with the same words, “i don’t need a steady job! you and your brothers make a great amount of money and my parents wouldn’t mind helping out at all!” and thus the small argument would start.

so today you decided to take matters into your own hands. it’s not like chris didn’t want a baby, you weren’t forcing him to have a child he would disregard. he adores babies and you two have had countless conversations about the names you’d give ‘em, how many you want, what’d they look like. in all honesty, you think he’s just a little scared. but his ego’s too big for him to admit it, so he instead turns it around to you, yapping about college and money.

he stares at you for a while, taking in this part of you that will never be the same again. he chuckles to himself lowly. smiling, you look down. “what?”

“nothin’, it’s just funny that you picked today to do this. almost like you’ve been planning it for a while.” he wiggles his eyebrows even though you can’t see him well. you rub his shoulder, slightly wrapping your legs around his calves. “wow. you’re gunna be a mommy and i’m gunna be a daddy.” he exhales, really taking it in. you nod with an excited grin on your glistening face.

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#this was obviously not posted on father’s day lol #but that’s bc one of my babies wanted it rn 😘#chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo fluff #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo x reader #𝓬𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓸

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mrprettywhenhecries · 6 months

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wrapped in a bow [s.h]

Steve Harrington ✘ f!Reader

⇾ w.c. 2k words ⇾ warning(s). f!reader, no use of y/n, lingerie, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie ⇾ a/n. Belated Day Four of HoHoHoe Week. Prompt(s) - Present + Dressed up. Read part one and two, though it's not necessarily needed to understand this part.

It’s Christmas eve and you surprise Steve with an early Christmas present. One that he gets to unwrap under the light of the tree, but little do you know, he has an early gift for you as well.

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Christmas eve found you at the Harrington household, visiting Steve’s parents after the few days you had with yours. However, nearly as soon as you arrived, the two of you were dragged along to a Christmas eve party his parents’ friends were throwing.

“Mom, I thought we were gunna spend a quiet evening with you and Dad. Do you know how long we were on the road for?” Steve huffed, annoyance radiating off him in waves.

“Steve, darling, we can’t miss the Ferons’ annual Christmas eve party! We go every year,” his mom explained patiently, as if Steve were a pouting child.

“Yeah, I know, but–” Steve began, only to be interrupted by his father.

“Don’t argue with your mother.”

The frustrated look on your boyfriend’s face tugged at you – you knew all too well how strained his relationship with his father was – and you jumped in to save him, just as he huffed that he wasn’t arguing.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Harrington, Steve was just wondering if we could duck out a little early, since I’m pretty beat from the drive,” you said, laying your hand on his father’s arm, and the older man softened.

“Oh. Well, why didn’t you say so?” he exclaimed. “Son, why don’t you take your girlfriend back home and let her get some rest?”

Steve flashed a tight lipped smile at his dad as he ducked his head in a sullen nod.

“Yeah, we’ll do that,” he muttered and you said your goodbyes, assuring his mom that you’d be alright, that you just needed to sleep off this headache that was forming.

“Thanks for that, that was some quick thinking,” Steve murmured once you were back in the car, driving down the quiet streets of Hawkins.

“It was nothing, babe. I could tell how much you wanted to get outta there,” you assured him, reaching across the center console to take his hand, rubbing your thumb across his knuckles, and Steve smiled softly at the gesture, bringing the back of your hand to his lips.

“I’m just sorry my parents would rather get drunk with their snobby friends than spend time with us, but I don’t know what else I expected,” he sighed, pulling into the drive of his childhood home. “At least we’ll have the place to ourselves,” he murmured and an idea sprang to your mind.

“Meet me in the living room, I have a present I want you to open early,” you exclaimed, hurrying up the stairs to Steve’s old room to fetch it as soon as you were inside.

“Okay,” Steve chuckled, watching you disappear upstairs. “I have something for you too,” he murmured, reaching into his pocket, but you only half heard.

Kicking the door shut behind you, you began to strip, rummaging through your luggage for the red lacy outfit you’d packed, hoping for a chance to surprise your boyfriend with. You’d planned on breaking it out once his parents were asleep, since they at least seemed to have no qualms about the two of you sharing a room, unlike your own parents, but the opportunity to do it under the soft glow of the Christmas tree was too good to pass up.

Getting dressed in the complicated garment took longer than you’d planned and you hoped that Steve hadn’t fallen asleep on the couch while waiting for you. Wrapping a silk robe around yourself, you slipped back downstairs, letting out a sigh of relief as Steve lifted his head from the back of the couch when he heard you return.

“Where’s my present?” he asked with a chuckle, his eyes widening as you stepped in front of him and let the robe fall to the floor.

“Right here.”

Steve swallowed, wetting his lips as his gaze traveled hungrily over your scantily clad form – the red lace hugging your curves and leaving little to the imagination.

“Merry Christmas, Steve,” he breathed, his lips tugging into an awe filled grin. “All this for me?” he asked, his eyes flicking up to yours as he pulled you closer, his hands sliding up your hips.

“All for you,” you murmured, arousal already throbbing through you and pooling between your thighs. “Do you like?” you asked, even though the answer was obvious.

“Do you even have to ask?” Steve replied, pressing his lips to your navel, and you let out a soft moan, running your fingers though his hair, letting him kiss his way up your stomach and between your breasts.

“Are you gunna unwrap your gift to play with?” you purred, tilting your head down to watch him, already practically soaking through your lace panties.

Steve shook his head slowly, holding your gaze. “As much as I would love to tear this off you and sink inside you, I think I wanna take my time,” he mused, raising his eyebrows at you, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. “With wrapping this pretty, it’d be a shame to tear it.”

You let out a whine, but didn’t argue, anticipation coursing through you as his hands ghosted down your sides, first unclasping the garters strapped around your thighs before slowly working the see through thigh high stockings down. Setting your foot between his legs on the couch, your knee bent in front of him, he pressed slow kisses against your skin as it was revealed, finally slipping one stocking off and then repeating the action with the other leg.

Once your legs were bare, he set your foot back on the floor, glancing up at you as he kissed your navel, his soft lips grazing your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake as his hands slid up your body to work your garter belt down and let it fall to the floor with your discarded stockings.

Steve held your gaze as he next slipped his hands under the sides of your now practically soaked lace panties, tugging the fabric down agonizingly slowly as your cunt throbbed with want. A moan caught in your throat as his lips followed, the tip of his nose brushing the soft hair between your legs, and the panties too fell to the floor, pooling around your ankles.

“So beautiful,” Steve breathed, leaving languid kisses everywhere but where you wanted him, deliberately driving you crazy with each lingering kiss and touch, his large hands running up your legs before once more resting on your hips and guiding you backward a few steps as he stood, kissing his way up your body.

Pressing your thighs together discreetly against the aching between your legs, you could already feel your slick practically dripping down your inner thighs and you whined as Steve’s hands found the clasp of your bra, desperate for him to hurry up.

Steve chuckled at your petulant whine, pausing to nip at the curve of your neck, his teeth sinking into your flesh as the bra slipped down your chest, and as soon as your tits were free, his hands covered them, massaging gently and you moaned, slipping your hands under his sweater, your fingers teasing the skin just above his trousers and it was his turn to hiss a breath as your hand found his trapped erection, palming him through the fabric.

“Steve please—“ you breathed, your gaze catching his, his dark eyes blown wide with want, and he swallowed.

“Lay down,” he murmured, stealing a lingering kiss before he released you, quickly pulling his sweater over his head, and you obeyed, getting comfortable on the soft rug next to the tree.

Catching your bottom lip between your teeth, you couldn’t tear your eyes away as Steve stripped, his movements hasty before joining you on the floor, crawling over you, adoration in his eyes.

“This is the best present I think I’ve ever gotten,” he chuckled softly, taking you in his arms, his touch gentle, but firm at the same time, as if he never wanted to let you go.

“I’m glad you like it,” you breathed, Steve’s body pressing to yours sending a fire through you. “I want you so badly,” you whispered, pressing your lips to his neck, his jaw, his chest, anywhere you could reach.

When his cock slid between your folds, coating his length in your slick, the needy whimper that left your lips was sinfully sweet and Steve couldn’t help but echo you, his forehead pressing to yours as his hips rocked against you.

“You’re so wet,” he marveled and you nodded helplessly.

“You did that,” you whined, canting your hips forward to try to coax him inside you and he huffed a laugh.

“So impatient,” he breathed, kissing you slowly and thoroughly, making your head swim.

“Steve,” you mewled, desperation lacing your pitiful plea. “Need you.”

It was those two words that did it and he smiled, caressing your cheek as he slid into you, slowly filling you.

“This what you need, baby?” he asked, moaning softly as he finally stilled, enjoying just being inside you, your slick velvet walls hugging him so sweetly.

“Uh huh,” you gasped, clenching tighter around him, urging him to move. “Need you so bad, Steve.”

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered, pulling back to thrust into you again, slow and deliberate, each rock of his hips growing slightly faster, his languid lovemaking turning desperate and intense until you didn’t know where he ended and you began.

Your words fell away and the room was filled with your heavy breaths and the lewd sounds of skin on skin, Steve’s expression illuminated by the soft glow of the white Christmas lights and your mouth fell open as you hung suspended, teetering on the precipice of your release. It felt like time slowed to a stop right before the tightly compressed spring of pleasure inside your stomach finally snapped and your vision went white as you fell apart, crying Steve’s name like a prayer as his thrusts turned jerky and he filled you, painting your walls with white ropes as his mouth fell open and his eyes screwed shut.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, Steve’s panted breaths the only thing you could hear over the pounding of blood in your ears and you pressed your face to the crook of his neck, your bodies sticking together from the light sheen of sweat on your skin, but you didn’t care, only holding him tighter as you floated down from your high.

“Holy shit, that was intense,” Steve finally gasped, lifting his face to look at you, his long hair mussed and out of place, several strands stuck to his damp forehead, but he’d never looked better.

“That was perfect,” you agreed, running your hand through his hair to push it out of his eyes and press a kiss to the corner of his pink swollen lips, his cheeks flushed from exertion and his eyes shining with affection.

“I love you so much,” he breathed, echoing your actions, his palm caressing your cheek as he watched you and you could hear the hitch of emotion in his voice.

“I love you too, Steve,” you answered, nearly swept away by the depth of your feelings for him.

His lips stretched into a wavering grin and he shifted, reaching blindly for his trousers that he’d discarded nearby. “I think I mentioned I have something for you too,” he said, his brows drawing down slightly as he struggled to pull something from his pocket. “I was going to give it to you tomorrow, but I think tonight’s the perfect moment.”

Your mouth fell open as he produced a small velvet box and opened the lid, the soft light surrounding you sparkling off of the diamond inside.

“Steve–”

“Will you marry me?”

Your eyes flicked up to his, your vision swimming for a moment before blinking, your tears catching in your lashes, but you were already nodding emphatically. “Yes! A million times, yes!”

Steve let out the breath he’d been holding, his hands shaking slightly as he slipped the ring on your finger and you pulled him into a fierce hug. “This is the best Christmas gift ever,” you whispered.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 11 months

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AITA for uninviting my friend to a concert after she bought her plane tickets and refusing to pay her the money she spent on the tickets?

Me and my friend both love a singer called Melanie Martinez. We have both been listening to her for years and her music has gotten us through a lot.

A year and a half ago I got my first job. As someone who has a disability and grew up with not a lot I pride myself on the money I make and how well I’ve been doing at my job. My friend knows this, she also knows I take how I spend my money very seriously. My friend does not have a job, but she lives with her parents who give her monthly allowances so she can do as she pleases until she gets a job. The amount they give her is not a lot but she does save up so she has quite a bit of money. She likes to buy small things while setting aside some money for something big she wants while I like to save up almost all my money and get one big thing every once in a while that I really want.

Melanie first announced her Portals tour she only gave US dates but a while ago she announced UK dates for the tour. The UK tickets cost quite a bit of money and travelling and a hotel would also be pretty pricey but I had been saving and decided that this would be the big thing I would get for myself. I really wanted to go but with my disability I didn’t want to go alone. I asked my friend if she was available for one of the dates and she was so I invited her. I bought both of our tickets for the London date and since I make the most money out of both of us, it was my idea and I was being nice for my friend I also booked the hotel (instead if splitting it like she had originally suggested), while she offered to buy her own ticket for the plane and pay for her own food while we were over in London.

We had everything set, she bought a new outfit to wear for the tour and we were so excited. She hadn’t yet bought her plane ticket but I wasn’t too worried because I hadn’t yet either (and honestly flying makes me so nervous that just buying the tickets puts me on edge).

When we talked about it with our other friends she bragged about going which I found weird but whatever she was excited y’know. But she started complaining along with her bragging like “you’d think that we could’ve gotten closer seats but oh well at least we’re going” or “the tickets were just so expensive we’ll be broke after this” which made me feel weird. I asked her if she had an issue with the seats I got since they were in the disability accessible areas the view was good but it definitely wasn’t the front so I was kinda sympathetic to her disappointment. She said she didn’t care were the seats were and she was only joking around. But she kept complain-bragging until she was just complaining. Like “its gunna so cold I’m gunna hate it” or “we better have to deal with those annoying fans with the signs or the bracelets” and on and on and when I asked her if she was still excited she said she was just joking and she was excited. I have a hard time understanding when people are being serious or not so I just took her word for it.I didnt want to cause any arguments between us.

So she shows me the outfit she bought and it looks great and I show her the outfit I put together and we buy those plastic elf ears to decorate we are having a great time. She would say that my outfit didn’t fit the vibe as well as her and I better not actually wear it and embarrass her and again she says she’s joking. I made part of my outfit so I didn’t find it very funny.

She didn’t really talk with our friends about the concert other than with me, because my friends were kinda over it which I get. But I got a message a week ago from one of my other friends he’d sent a lot of screen shots of the friend i was taking to the concert saying she’d rather be going with him because he’d be more fun but at least with me she’ll “get disability special treatment and get to skip the line” and that “it wasn’t her money so she might as well try to enjoy herself”. Firstly we are adults we are too grown to be talking shit on snapchat. And secondly i was so crushed. I’d really been looking forward to spending time with my friend on a fun get away to see an artist we adore and she’d been complaining the whole time and was only looking forward to it because with me she’d get “special treatment”.

So I sent her the screenshots and I told her if she really didn’t want to go with me then she wasn’t going I’d just take someone else. She sent me a screenshot of her plane ticket she had bought that morning being confirmed and was like “no u have to take me I’ve paid for my plane tickets” and I was upset and said I didn’t care I’m not going to waste a ticket I spent my hard earned money on someone who didn’t appreciate it and views my disability as a way to get a better deal for herself and wanted to go with someone else.

She said she was joking and that I was ruining things for her and that it meant so much to her to go and how dare I take that away from her.

I have invited a different friend. They also love Melanie Martinez and I hadn’t asked them originally cuz they had plans around the time of the concert but the plans they had fell through so it works out, I need someone to go with they need something to do and honestly they deserve a break and a good time.

My friend who I was taking originally is very upset with me and is demanding I either take her or I pay for the plane ticket she now isn’t going to use. I told her to just get a refund from the airport and she said she didn’t want a refund from them she wanted me to pay for the “emotional stress” of the whole situation. I even got a message from her mum telling me to just pay the money.

My other friends are either neutral or think I’m taking things too far over some “inappropriate jokes” and I do feel bad since she was very excited and I was excited to go with her. I was originally so sure in my decision to uninvite her and bring someone else but now I just feel so bad. I can’t uninvite my other friend and reinvite her but I also don’t want to pay her anything since she offered to get her own ticket herself it was her money to spend and I have already spent far more on this than her. She says I’m greedy. I’m hurt by her comments she’s been my friend for 8 years and I’ve never really seen her act this way and say these things.

I felt I was doing the right thing and now I’m not sure. I feel like I’m going to lose a good friendship over a situation I’m overreacting in.

Am I the asshole???? Help????

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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neechees · 8 months

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Do you have any more context for the whole thing happening with Buddy Sainte Marie rn? I mean as a cree person, does your community have suspicions about her? I’m from way out west, and I’ve not heard anything, and I was wondering if the cbc has a foot to stand on at all

Absolutely not, no suspicions. Ask some Crees around Saskatchewan & there'll be some who can tell you they know her family (both her biological & adopted Cree family) & even some that are related to her, in Alberta too. The only Crees that would be believing Keeler at all are, like my Nîtisân said, the facebook ndns who will claim Johnny Depp & Cher based on nothing but then believe Keeler's baseless claims. The type who have no critical thinking & have nothing better to do with their day.

Keeler's claims are baseless for a number of reasons & shows how fucking ignorant and stupid she is, because her basis for how Buffy is a pretendian is that 1. She was adopted, 2. She couldn't have been a victim of the 60s scoop because she was born in the 1940's (& this is why she was adopted), & 3. Her actual birth certificate isn't recorded. But I'm gunna debunk all those right now without google because

The 60s scoop does not refer to exclusively kidnappings of Native children ONLY in the 1960's, it also goes as far up to the 80s formally (but this literally continued), and goes back years before that too, the government was doing this to Native kids years before the 1960s, but the 1960s is just when a lot of them happened & there was a spike

Buffy went BACK to a different Cree community & was adopted by another Cree family formally & started reconnecting more to her Cree culture again. To Crees, if you're adopted by a Cree, especially if you start taking part in the culture by the will of your parents, you are Cree. Even if she was "White" or any other ethnicity to begin with & she was adopted like this, she would still be Cree by our (& many other tribes') standards.

Afaik its just her birth certificate that isn't documented, but other documentation exists that shows Buffy is Cree. Lots of Cree people don't actually have proper documentation for a lot of things, even today, for a number of different reasons, but it was especially popular back then. I think even my grandfather didn't have a lot of proper documents because he literally couldn't write.

Additionally, Buffy just SHOWS she's Cree. She has a Cree accent, she LOOKS Cree, and she knows Cree things even a dedicated "pretendian" wouldn't know. I've heard her talk about things like Michif folk tales & oral history that even I didn't know existed, I know she speaks Cree, she knows about Cree culture, things like that. Also like I said earlier, she literally knows what reserve she came from originally and who her parents were before she was kidnapped & she's talked about it extensively, so its not like the usual jig of a pretendian randomly claiming Native ancestry with no basis, her claims are easily provable by talking to other Crees who know her family.

But of course, Keeler is the type of person to not recognize these at all, because shes the fuckin Blood Quantum vampire police who only thinks about you as Native if you have some kind of documentation that youre enrolled in a federally recognized U.S tribe, you're not mixed race, and you "look" Native. Everyone else in her mind is "faking" & a "pretendian". Keeler is an ignorant, xenophobic, racist bully who seems to only call women & twospirit people (particularly successful ones) "pretendians" so of COURSE She'd go after Buffy.

Keeler has also literally claimed that documented, enrolled, Native looking ndns are "pretendians", & in one case she claimed that she had "contacted" the (iirc) Cherokee Nation to say that THEY said that this one person she was claiming was a "pretendian" allegedly wasn't enrolled, only for the Cherokee Nation to call her out for lying & that this person WAS actually enrolled in a legitimate Nation. Later they had to keep telling her to fuck off bc she kept using them to lie about legitimately enrolled people.

So no, there's no basis to Keeler's claims bc shes a fucking idiot American who doesn't know shit about Crees or even how Canadian shit works. Any sensible Cree person will tell you Buffy is Cree, & shes our Kohkum.

#merry-harlowe #i dont have any other details atm but even from this keeler is bullshit

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danikamariewrites · 9 months

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I’m really loving all your fics, you are so incredibly talented and I really hope you know how much you are appreciated! I don’t know if this is too similar to other mental health works you’ve done but would you consider doing one with either Mor or Nesta being mated to a reader who hates confrontation and deals with anxiety. I feel like both Nesta and Mor don’t hide away from confrontation and it would be a cool dynamic to see how either one of them helps reader out 💕

Confrontation

Nesta x reader

A/n: thank you anon that means so much. I’m truly grateful that for the support you all give me and my blog. I love seeing your requests, comments, likes, and reblogs❤️ I think I did something like this for Cassian but everyone’s different so I went with Nesta on this one

Warnings: mentions of past trauma, anxiety

You were never one to get into a fight. You liked to talk things out rather than get physical or yell. Loud noises and yelling made your anxiety act up. You just shut down if someone starts yelling at you. You never responded well to yelling, especially as a kid since your parents argued a lot.

When you and Nesta felt comfortable in your relationship and you met her family you were invited over for game night. You didn’t know such a small group could be so loud. But it was a good loud, nothing to set you off.

That was until Nesta caught Cassian placing down two cards instead of one like he was supposed to. “Cassian that’s cheating!” “What are you talking about? Az definitely put that card down!” Their argument slowly pulled in Az then Rhys. You had no idea Nesta could tell like that.

Feyre noticed your discomfort immediately. Your mental shields were coming along but they weren’t at Nesta’s level yet. Feyre slipped in discreetly just to make sure you were ok. Once she saw that you weren’t Feyre scrambled to sit next to you pulling you into a hug. You knew from the way Feyre gripped you she everything.

You were tense in her arms watching the four of them fight. Rhys noticed first, “Feyre, y/n? What’s wrong?” You didn’t notice tears were slowly falling down your cheeks until Nesta was kneeling by your side wiping them away. “Y/n, what’s wrong baby?”

“Sorry,” you whisper. You let go of Feyre and scoot away from them. You stand and Nesta follows, looking at you with concern. “I’m just, I’m gunna go to your room for a minute.” You mumble. “Ok.” You turned and walked as fast as you could.

Once in the safety of Nesta’s bedroom your curled up on top of her covers, your mind racing. You knew Feyre had been in your mind. She and Rhys had been teaching you enough to know how to feel the intrusion. You felt like you needed someone to know how you felt since you weren’t great at verbalizing it sometimes.

Minutes later Nesta lightly knocked on the door and entered. “Hey,” she said softly, approaching the bed to sit by your side, “Feyre told me. I’m so sorry. I wouldn’t have yelled like that if I knew.” You sit up and see her guilty face. “I forgive you. But, all I ask is that you try not to do that again.” Nesta nods quickly.

From then on Nesta kept her tone in check. Her family was surprised by the change. She constantly reminded them that it was for you and they needed to be careful as well. Occasionally Cassian would push her buttons but she kept her temper reigned in. You didn’t even ask her to work on her temper, that’s what surprised you.

As a treat for her improvement you decided that some shopping and lunch at her favorite cafe was best. As you walked down the bustling streets, hand-in-hand toward the cafe you saw a group of females Nesta was less than friendly with.

They we’re shooting her dirty looks as you both tried your best to ignore them. Until the ‘leader’ stepped on the train of your dress causing you to stumble a little. Her friend group laughed as you tried to collect yourself. When you looked to Nesta you saw she was fuming. Her fists were curled at her sides, her face set in a grimace.

As you rushed to stand by her side you heard voices but were blocking them out, trying to calm down. Nesta turned to you. She looked as if she were asking permission to scream at the female, maybe even punch her if it came down to it. You steeled yourself giving her a dip of your chin in response to the silent question.

And Nesta did not hold back. You almost felt bad for the female when she and her friends stormed off. Nesta turned back to you immediately apologizing. “Y/n I’m sorry but I couldn’t let her get away with that. She’s a fucking bitch and hasn’t been put in her place in a long time.”

You grabbed her hand. “Nesta, it’s ok. Thank you for defending me.” Nesta gently laid her hands on the sides of your face and placing a kiss on your forehead. “I love you.” You smiled at her, “I love you too. Now, let’s get lunch I’m starving.” She wraps her arm around your shoulder as you made the rest of the walk to the cafe.

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#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar reader fic #acotar reader imagine #acotar imagine #nesta acotar #nesta archeron #nesta archeron x reader #nesta x reader #nesta fic #nesta #nesta x you #Nesta x reader fic

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luvfae · 2 years

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MY FAVOURITE

HENDERSON

PART TWENTY EIGHT

summary: eddie takes y/n to his friends party, where she gets rather intoxicated after seeing another girl flirt with her man. liquid confidence causes jealous y/n to ensue.

fandom: stranger things

parings: eddie x f henderson reader

warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, drunk reader, mentions of bullying, mentions of sex, reader being jealous and getting a little bitchy lol

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“So, is there gunna be drinking at this party?” You asked, looking at your boyfriend through your vanity mirror as you applied your blush. “Because if there’s no alcohol involved I might blow my brains out.”

Eddie scoffed at you. “Yes, there’s alcohol,” he said. You smiled, returning to focusing on your makeup. “Are my friends really that bad to hang out with sober?”

“Yes, but only because they hate my guts,” you replied.

“They don’t hate you,” Eddie sighed, standing up, coming to a halt behind you. His hands rested on your shoulders. “They just think you can be a bitch.”

“Real comforting, Munson,” you rolled your eyes.

Within the next hour you were out of your house and Eddie had just driven both you and Dustin to this party that you were so not excited for. It was one of his good friends, Gareth’s, birthday a few weeks ago and now Gareth’s parents had gone away for the weekend, so any excuse to throw a party.

Although it wasn’t like the parties you normally went too. There wasn’t people crowding the entire house, in fact it was mostly Hellfire members and a few other people that you recognised from school.

You glanced around the room, watching as Eddie was dragged away by Gareth. Dustin remained by your side.

“So, what do we do now?” Dustin asked.

You looked down at him, eyebrows raised. “You tell me,” you shrugged. “I don’t know these people and i’m pretty sure half of them hate me.”

“Y/N, seriously, Hellfire Club doesn’t hate you,” Dustin said. “You just need to wait for them to get more comfortable around you.”

“It’s been weeks, Dustin,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Remember that you spent years bullying them,” you heard Mike’s voice ring through your ears and you glanced over your shoulder to see the younger boy standing behind you.

“Mike!” Dustin exclaimed, fist bumping his friend.

“I mean… fair point,” you shrugged. You looked around the room, searching for Eddie and it didn’t take long to spot him. You clenched your jaw at the sight of Sarah talking to him, a huge grin on her face, her hand playfully slapping his arm. “Where’s the kitchen?” You turned to Dustin.

“Why?” He replied.

You nodded in the direction of a very flirty Sarah and a clueless Eddie. Dustin’s lips formed an O shape and he turned back to you. “Yeah, I need a fucking drink if i’m going to survive this night,” you said.

A few drinks later and you were tipsy, dancing with Dustin and Mike who were both extremely embarrassed about the situation. Both of their faces were beat red but you were too busy keeping yourself distracted to even notice.

“Y/N, we’re going to talk to Gareth now,” Dustin said. You came to a halt, staring down at him.

“What! Why?” You yelled over the music.

“We haven’t even wished him a happy birthday yet,” Mike said.

You rolled your eyes. “His birthday was weeks ago,” you said. Mike glanced at Dustin and he shrugged.

“This is still his birthday party,” Dustin said. You scoffed as the two little shits walked away, leaving you on your own.

You sighed, glancing around the room as you picked up your half full beer from the coffee table. You spotted Eddie, he was still chatting away with Sarah and you were starting to get pissed off. You chugged the rest of your beer before discarding the glass bottle on the couch and stalking your way over to your boyfriend and this bitch who had way too much audacity.

Eddie noticed you walking towards him and smiled. “Here she is,” you heard him say. “What’s up, princess?”

“Missed you,” you slurred, hands on his cheeks as you pushed his lips against yours. Your tongue immediately shot down his throat, kissing him like you life depended on it and when you finally pulled away your eyes shot to Sarah who was fidgeting uncomfortably in her seat.

“How much have you had to drink?” Eddie asked, laughing at you as he pulled you onto his lap.

“Not enough, apparently,” you began, glaring at Sarah before flipping your hair out of your face and looking at Eddie. “Can we fuck in your van?“ You asked, simply trying to stir Sarah up.

You heard Sarah choke on her drink and you smirked, looking down at Eddie as he pursed his lips.

“I’d love to babe, but you’re drunk,” Eddie replied, kissing your cheek.

“Well maybe you should have a few more drinks and we can both have drunk sex in your van,” you giggled, hands gripping the collar of his shirt as you pecked at his lips.

“Y/N, Sarah’s right there,” Eddie whispered with an amused smile.

You rolled your eyes, glaring over at her. “Fuck Sarah,” you said. Eddie furrowed his eyebrows at you, he didn’t think you were holding a grudge against Sarah considering she had apologised to you a few days after she initially tried to kiss him. “Sarah can watch for all I care. Watch how good I get fucked by you.”

“Y/N,” Eddie hissed, hand smacking over your mouth.

Sarah cleared her throat, standing up from her seat. “I think I should go…” she said. “See ya, Eddie,” Sarah waved before walking off.

You pried Eddie’s hand from your mouth and stood up. “Yeah, walk away bitch!” You yelled. Eddie sighed, standing up also and wrapping his hands around your torso, hoisting you up and over his shoulder, your head falling against his back, legs being held against his chest. You squealed at the sudden movement. “Eddie!” You exclaimed.

“Dustin!” Eddie yelled, catching your little brothers attention. “We’re going home, you’re big sister got a little too drunk and can’t stop running her mouth.”

“Hey, there’s plenty of other things I can do with my mouth,” you said. “You know all about that, don’t you, Munson?”

“I sure do, baby,” Eddie smirked, slapping your ass as he walked out the front door, Dustin trailing behind the pair of you.

“This is gunna be a long ride,” Dustin sighed.

#stranger things #netflix #eddie munson #dustin henderson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #my favourite henderson

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dark-elf-writes · 1 year

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Little Naruto is gently ushered into a big room full of chiming laughter and floral scents that make his sensitive nose tickle. The hand on his shoulder is oddly light. The kind of touch he uses with his plants when he moves their leaves to get to the stems. There was a softness in the hand that made him feel like he was something delicate, something treasured.

He huddles close to the swishing skirt of the pretty lady who let him come here claiming no child deserved to be left alone in the rain. He hopes she doesn’t find out he’s not a child. He’s a monster. A demon. All the villagers said so, and it must be true.

Naruto doesn’t know what he expected when he came here. Perhaps to be snuck into a room to wait until the rain stops then kicked out right after. Maybe to be left alone in the front of the building, right by the door and far away from anyone inside.

But he does know that he didn’t expect this. The pretty lady’s delicate clearing of her throat that caught the attention of the entire room. The announcement that he would be staying for as long as he liked. The dozens of eyes darting to his half hidden form with warmth instead of malice. The cooing and squeals of excitement as he stepped away from the pretty lady’s skirt and offered a hesitant smile and wave.

With a soft huff of laughter the pretty lady squeezes his shoulder lightly and nudges him towards the closest…desk? It has a dark wooden base and top with a large oval mirror attached. On its surface rests a shiny tray piled with bottles and tubes Naruto couldn’t name and a vase of Oleander in the corner.

Eyes lighting with excitement, a bright grin replaces his hesitant one as he shuffles closer to the pretty…man his nose tells him.

“Do you like plants too Mister?”

He doesn’t know why the pretty man’s scent gets clouded with excitement and confusion in equal measures. Naruto just asked if he likes plants…Maybe he’s smelling wrong? He inhales again as the pretty man crouches in front of him only to scent the same thing as before, albeit with a faintly desperate edge.

“You can tell I’m a…Mister? Not a Miss?”

“Well I’m not gunna call you Miss if you’re a boy, that’s mean dattebayo!”

He doesn’t understand the look the pretty lady and the pretty man share over his head but that’s okay. It’s even more okay when the pretty man stands from his crouch and yells “dibs” to a room of laughing and smiling people.

He’s just happy when the man finally answers his question about liking plants, even if he’s oddly concerned looking when Naruto tells him how bitter the leaves taste. Maybe he’s just a weird dude.

This was entirely self indulgent but the thought of Naruto being able to tell people’s gender identity by scent (or maybe switch it to chakra is he’s a sensor) is lovely. Also him eating deadly plants and being weirded out by their concern is kinda hilarious.

I know I said an Auntie threatened Ebisu (and by extension Guy and Genma) but I’ve changed my mind it was 100% Naruto’s big brother.

He is the one who first puts a senbon in Naruto’s little hand and shows him how to hurt someone far bigger than him. Tells him that adults aren’t infallible. Tells him that if anyone makes him feel scared or tries to touch him in a way he doesn’t like Naruto is allowed to fight back and run back to the safety of the red lights where they will protect him. He teaches Naruto that even the most beautiful flowers can have thorns or toxins to protect themselves.

(He was an academy dropout. A civilian kid that was kicked out when he spit venom at his parents and told them he would never be a kunoichi. He still remembered the lessons he received on how to be both beautiful and deadly. He passes them down to his baby brother and with perfectly manicured hands correcting the little boy’s grip and assurances that there is more than one way to fight no matter of gender.)

He shows Naruto the best plants to use for poisons. He is… reasonably concerned that his little brother eats them more readily than he eats his vegetables but perhaps it is a good thing. No one could take vengeance on the kyuubi by poisoning his baby brother. He fears how that particular talent would be used in the future. How all of Naruto’s training would be used when his brother was just as often his sister.

(He fears what it means to train his sweet little fox to be a Shinobi. But he will not ruin a child’s dream like his was ruined.)

Even so he makes sure his little fox has fangs and claws. Makes sure he knows how to save himself. Makes sure he knows that there is always a den for him to run home to whenever the world grew too cruel.

And Naruto, in turn, swears to protect him. To protect all of them. As he grows he becomes their sword and shield. This little lord of the Red Light district. This champion of the unwanted, the forgotten, the used.

#the elf talks #naruto #red lights and fox fire au #man needs a name but that requires research that I’m frankly in too much pain for rn

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smallestapplin · 2 years

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Ok tho! For my request, could I request Raihan and Leon protecting and comforting their trans masc s/o from homophobic/transphobic family? Kinda like you did with the obsessive ex ones?

Tired of people thinking that constant emotional and physical abuse is some kind of love language lol. Sorry if this is like, heavy (feel free to ignore it btw I'm gunna be fine in the end, just annoyed to hell at how much contact people can still manage to have with you despite trying to be completely no contact)

-🦄

I understand! I hope you’re doing well. (I meant to get this out yesterday.)

Reader uses he/him pronouns and masc descriptors.

CW : for homophobia, transphobia. (But not explicit explicit, as that makes me uncomfy)

🐉Raihan🐉

- he was already aware of your family, and their dislike (to put it lightly) of you essentially. It was one of those things you two had a heart to heart on, late at night.

- It broke his heart to see you cry, just how upset you were that you had to go no contact with your old family. But you had to, for the sake of your own mental health and safety.

- Raihan vowed right then and there that he won’t let another soul hurt you.

- Everyone in Galar knows who you are, Raihan is never quiet about you and his love for you.

- Most of Raihan’s posts are ‘out with my man!’ And it’s a picture of you two, getting lunch after a battle, ‘I got the handsomest dork around.’ It’s a picture of your excited face over some merch, ‘he fell for my trap! >:3’ and the most common being Raihan trapping you, in his arms so you can’t move, or leave.

- It’s always so cute, the fans love seeing all the stupidly domesticate photos.

- Your family however, also saw them.

- Any of their comments were shortly deleted and they were blocked. Every profile they made was just blocked and reported.

- Raihan refused to let you see that, especially from them.

- He wants to keep you happy and safe, safer and happier.

- He made a post earlier that day, saying ‘get you a man who comes to your work place with your favorite for lunch😩’

- You couldn’t stick around, however, work needed you, so you gave him a hug and a kiss before leaving. Making a pit stop to the bathroom first, but still telling him you’d have to instantly leave once you’re done.

- His own students laugh at his pouting face.

- He hasn’t been expecting your parents of all people, to show up.

- The tension in the gym was thick, the air suffocating the second he saw them.

- His students tried to keep Raihan from lunging at them, when they asked for someone who doesn’t exist.

- His grin was filled with malice “oh that’s too bad! Sorry to hear your delusional, ain’t nobody I know named that.”

- Oh but they argued.

- They didn’t get far though before Raihan called a life long ban for them, and anyone associated with them.

- Tossing out his flygon, he had the large dragon drag them out of his gym. Raihan follows close behind, just so he could slam the door in their faces.

- “Raihan?”

- He snaps his head towards you, he nearly forgot you were simply in the bathroom.

- “Hey handsome!” He didn’t want to admit he was nervous.

- He knows you likely heard, if not, saw all of that.

- You just walk over and hug him, he can feel the tension in your body.

- How you shake, sighing against his chest.

- His arms are around you in a firm grip.

- The dragon type gym leader is livid, you shouldn’t have to deal with this!

- “Call out of work, we are goin home.”

- “Huh? Rai I-“

- “Ah ah ah! You need a spa day! A self care day! And I’m going to make sure you get.”

👑Leon👑

- he’s just as upset as you are, that you had to cut contact with your family.

- Leon has always been a big family man, they mean the world to him! He couldn’t imagine not having their support, and love.

- Which is why he was ecstatic when his family welcomed you with open arms.

- He was more worried about Hop liking you. But you and Hop get along like best friends, so he was thrilled.

- Leon always gushes about you, everyone who has met Leon knows about you. He just can’t help himself! He loves you so much.

- He’s aware of your situation with your ex family, and he promises he will do everything he can.

- It’s no secret you’re dating the champion of Galar.

- Any remarks about you, his and your sexuality, or your gender are completely shut down. He refuses to tolerate any of it.

- Your birth givers were no exception.

- In fact not only was he at your defense, ready to battle, but so was Hop, grandma, grandpa, and mom.

- “That’s my boyfriend you’re talking about!”

- You’re in shock and awe at how Leon, your sweet dorky Leon, lays into them, scolding them harshly.

- Humiliating them and berating them for every hurting you and trying to hurt you now.

- He will not just stand there and let them do such things!

- The second they are gone he’s at your side, gently shushing you, and holding you, rocking you both softly.

- “Are you alright, love?”

- “I’m fine…thank you.” You just lay your head on his shoulder, trying to calm your own nerves.

- He will stay here for as long as it takes.

- He loves you.

#tw.transphobia #tw.homophobia #pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokémon #pokemon swsh #pokemon swsh x reader #pokemon leon #pokemon leon x reader #pokemon raihan #pokemon raihan x reader #trans masc reader #x ftm reader #pokemon x trans reader

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foxilayde · 1 year

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ahh, i hope i‘m not too late for the Angst prompts…i never see these posts on time! plus: i‘m not good at making decisions so i go for 3. OR 9. with Pope please!!

You're not too late! Thanks for the prompt!

Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader

Rating: T

Word count: 750

“Gunna be real honest with you, Pope, when you invited me to a soccer game today, I did not picture this…”

The community park soccer field is occupied with confused children in the 4 to 5 age range, all decked out in mini regulation accoutrement, little matching uniforms with numbers, shinguards that serve little purpose for the low impact environment, and the tiniest cleats you’ve ever seen. It’s cute, for sure, but once could hardly call the distracted, clumsy, ball kicking with time outs occurring every 30 seconds, a “sport”.

Pope chuckles and offers you his bag of sunflower seeds. “Well what’d you expect? Lyla is only 5.”

“For some reason I thought she was older? Or maybe I was thinking of your other niece, the one in middle school.”

“Lydia?”

“Yeah! Thought this would be a high school match or something. Don’t get me wrong. This is adorable. Just not what I was picturing.”

“Lydia doesn’t do sports. She does play in her school’s jazz band though.”

“Looks like Lyla isn’t interested in sports either. Isn’t that her? Number 22? Sitting down and picking a dandelion?”

Santiago squints his eyes under his navy blue ball cap, “What? Oh jeez.” Santi sets the bag of seeds down on the bleacher seat and stands up, cupping his hands around his mouth and shouts at the little players. “Lyla! Sweetie! Put down the thing and go for the ball! Kick the ball!”

Lyla turns around and pushes her tangled hair out of her eyes, she stands up and waves at him, dandelion in hand, “Hi uncle Santi!”

The surrounding parents on the bleachers are giving ‘uncle Santi’ annoyed looks and shaking their heads. He shoos her with his hand to go in the direction of the action at the middle of the field. She obeys and runs as fast as her little legs can carry her to join her teammates.

“Sit down! I think you’re going to get us kicked out.” You laugh, grabbing his bag of seeds to clear his space on the bench.

He pulls his jeans at the thighs before sitting back down. He leans forward more now, properly chastising himself for paying more attention to you than to Lyla who he’s supposed to be babysitting.

“You ever think about having your own?”

“My own what?” Santi mumbles distractedly, physically restraining himself from shouting at Lyla that she’s got a clear shot at the goal and to “go for it!”

“Your very own soccer field.”

Santi cocks his head and glances confused at you from the corner of his eye. “What?”

You roll your eyes, “Your own kids, genius.”

Santi shakes his head and spits a sunflower shell on the metal floor of the bleachers. “No way. Not in the cards.”

“It’s not that crazy of a question, Pope. You’re really good with your nieces.”

Santiago nods, accepting the compliment. He tries to be a net positive in their lives. He makes every effort to be involved when he’s asked to be. Truthfully nothing makes him happier than being ‘Uncle Santi’, but that’s all it’s ever going to be. He can’t raise a family. Not with his job, not with his PTSD, not with his bad knees, not with his nightmares that break through to real life and leave him screaming and sweating in the middle of the night. He’s reliable and fun with the kids, he’s appropriately harsh when he needs to be, but he knows he can’t be a full fledged father. He’d never be able to live with the future disappointment any offspring are sure to have in him.

“Don’t give me that look.” You’re not sure what look he’s talking about, he can’t even see your face with his eyes trained on the field. “I’m not having any for the same reasons you aren’t having any.”

“The insane biochemical urge to change identities at the hint of commitment?”

Santiago’s smile reaches his eyes. “Exactly. You know as well as I do, happy endings don’t happen for people like us.”

Before you can retort, Santiago leaps to his feet again and shouts “Go, go, go, go, go! Yes!” Lyla scored a goal. And in the right net, too. You clap and cheer with the rest of the crowd. “That’s my girl!” Santi shouts, wolf whistling to the annoyance of the surrounding parents and guardians.

He might not get a happy ending, especially if he doesn’t think he deserves one. But he’s got a pretty happy middle.

#Santiago Garcia x reader #Oscar Isaac #this was kind of more fluffy than angsty lmao

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erica2024 · 1 year

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The violet Angel

Bucky x reader

TW: torture, rape, starving, self harm, language, homophobic language, homophibia

¡Fem Reader!

Sorry I put she and her pronouns because I write it as if I am in the story and they are my pronouns but you can change them to your own sorry again. also I’m English not American so I might say other things that don’t make sense but just Google it ig. Ok just another thing to add on watch the movies before you read this because it contains spoilers and it wont make much sense because of time skips.Marvel owns all characters except y/n the time line is also owned by marvel most of the speech is marvels property but i will have some speech that belongs to me i dont want to be copy righted

You were born Friday 28 February 1925.

You are a 9040s girl grew up with Peggy in England until you moved to the US with your siblings ( one brother and a sister) when you were 6 and you then went to school with Steve and you worked with him all the time, with school, you have been with him and helped him with bully’s and beet them up for him. As you would do for your best friend. You stay in contact with Peggy but its long distance, you write letters and call once a month and send new picks every year to show each other how your holding up and how you’ll change, you live with both your parents in a small Brooklyn house and you and Steve are inseparable you are at the park or helping him with homework and him teaching you, about everything because you go to boy and girl schools which are different. You learn a lot from Steve, and in return you teach him how to sew and stitch and mend and wash and cook, you teach him things in return.

Time skip 9 years later to 1934

(Your 15) Steve said he will try and get into the army. Soon Peggy sends you a message to come back to England to come and train for the army and you go and tell Steve that you will go off to England and train with your friend, and tell him that you will have to let you go and he finds someone to stay with, but he has always had Bucky so whenever he is not with you he is with his friend Bucky of whom you have never met. You say your goodbyes and you move in with Peggy and train for months and talk about Boys and you tell Peggy about Steve and she has quite an interest in him even though she has never met him. You write to Steve and call once a moth like you did with Peggy. And you train for 2 years and leave because its too hard to keep up with all the men and having to put up with their silly comments because your a woman and comments about your body and so you move back and you have to move in with Steve and he goes out with Bucky daly and one night you join Steve for a movie and Steve gets beet up in a alleyway and you go and stand up for him and they hit you, and someone in a uniform walks up to you and Steve and he Told him

‘Pick on someone your own size, and you really went low enough to hit a woman.’

He punched him in the nose and kneed him in the stomach as he falls to the ground groaning.

‘Right okay, Buck meet Y/n, Y/n meet Bucky’ Steve says

‘Are you okay,? Y/n?’ He says

‘I’m okay I’m used to it don’t worry’ you say catching your breath

‘What do you mean your used to it’

‘I did training to be n the army, hopefully I’m gunna join the US one if i have to I’ll force myself in, anyways good punch i did try already but they all just laughed at me’

‘Thanks, call me James, Buck, Bucky, whatever you prefer’

‘How about Jamie?’

‘NO, definitely not i am not a child’ y’all laugh

‘I’m joking, how about Bucket?’

‘She is exactly how you described her, Steve we have somewhere to be tomorrow Stark’s Expo, oh and i got Steve a date.’

‘Your talking about the Howard Stark, right, the hot, billionaire’

‘Hot?’ Steve asks

‘Nothin’, well i have tickets wanna go together?’

‘I have to go pick out a dress, and call Peggy I’ll see you kids later’

They laugh together as you walk away *thinking about how adorable Buck was*

You head off and go to a telephone and call Peggy,

‘Hey Peg, so you know the Bucky that i told you that Steve always talks about.’

‘yes?, why are you shouting’

‘Well he’s really ✨Cute✨, and we are all going to the Stark Expo together but they both have dates but, I’m tagging along tho’

‘That’s nice, when are you going shopping?’

‘Hi, Y/n the girl my best friend won’t shut up about?’ Someone says

‘What sorry I’m on the phone do I know you, sorry what Bucky, what are doing following, this is a private conversation,’

‘Well you shouting isn’t really private, is it tho?’

‘Well i have to talk to Peggy, bye’ *you wave him out of your face*

‘So when are you going dress shopping?’

‘Tonight’

‘What are you thinking?’

‘Corset over dress, ankle boots with tights.’

‘Bit much you’ll have the boys drawling over you.’

‘That’s the point’

‘Peg i thought you knew me well’

‘I do, I have to go to training, love u baii’

‘Bye loverly’ *you end the call and go home and find a good corset to wear, a black leather one and a white dress with black ankle boots and black ripped tights.

20 mins later Bucky and Steve walks in on you (you and Steve share an apartment) doing you practice makeup

For tomorrow, and plucking your eyebrows.

‘Ouch that took painfull’ buck says

‘It’s just plucking my eyebrows, and doing my makeup and picking out what to wear tomz’

‘Let me show you what I’m wearing, one sec’

*you run into the bathroom and get changed and finish your makeup and hair* it takes you half an hour so they sit and watch tv while waiting and when you come out they both stair hard and speechless, ‘so i guess that’s a okay?’

‘NO your not wearing that in public let alone anywhere’ the boys say together

‘And why is that?’

‘Because its just the Sark expo, wear something pretty, but not to revealing and duller please for me and buck’ Steve pleads

‘Fine’ you say (you only agreed because he is like your brother and he wouldn’t let anyone hurt you + he is doing it to keep u safe)

You change into a checkered dress

BTW: your 15ish

(Authors note you are beautiful no matter what you look like, bc Bucky wouldn’t love you just because of your looks but because of personality as well, you are yourself and someone will love you for that in one point on your life, should I write more? Sorry it’s long

#bucky x you #bucky x female reader #bucky fluff #bucky x reader

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peaky-shelby · 1 year

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BUCKLE UP I HAVE A LOT TO SAY LOL.

I can’t even begin to describe to you how much I loved these parts. The changes between the two of them has been a rollercoaster. Not gunna lie I felt my heart break in the beginning of the chapter at the pool. I completely understand where she’s coming from trying to stop whatever it was between them because she is his coach at the end of the day. I appreciated how he respected her at this point because it’s heartbreaking for the both of them, but I feel like he finally understood her “it was the first time he noticed the sign of fear in her eyes, a woman fearless in most things was standing scared in front of him.” OH MY GOD OUCH?! Hakimi seeing everything and being such a bystander in their story is simultaneously hilarious and painful for him. I’m so proud of Kylian for defending her when she’s not around too. Like it shows how much he respects her and is loving her from a distance. WHICH HE DOES EVEN MORE WHEN HE CALLS THE MEDIC FOR HER. Like props to bestie Neymar seeing that something was wrong, but Kylian doing something about it has my knees weak. It’s the definition of love shown through actions, not words and I feel like that encompasses him so much throughout this chapter. The dinner with them plus Hakimi is one of my favorite things you’ve written. It’s so funny and I feel so bad for Hakimi 😂 it 100% feels like “I’m being forced to go out to dinner with my parents who are bickering the whole time, someone please help me but also thank god these two idiots are not killing each other. God help them they’re so in love with each other but in so much denial” lmao. When I tell you….the game…THE FUCKING GAME BRO. HAD ME SCREAMING LIKE I WAS WATCHING IT LIVE AND TAYLOR WAS RIGHT THERE. Heart officially warmed with them winning and the celebrations. They’re all so happy finally I’ve wanted nothing more for them. The moment Taylor hugged Kylian I knew their walls finally broke with each other. It felt like a sigh of relief that they accepted whatever feelings they had. I just know how much Taylor saying “proud of you” meant to him. As a former athlete myself, I fully admit there is nothing more satisfying and fulfilling than seeing your loved one in a jersey with your name on it and I know Kylian was dying inside when she asked for his jersey. There’s something so intimate of having your name on someones back and I know he was jumping up and down like a teenage girl in his mind over it. I know I’ve said it before, but the way you write the tension between Taylor and Kylian has be weak in the knees. They’re so intimate with their touches and you can just feel the longing between them.

“I think if you asked me to, I would.”

“do you want me to be a good kid?” he smiled.

“yes.” She answered quickly. He moved his face away from hers and placed his lips on the top of her head, speaking on her hair.

“Do you really?” he asked.

She closed her eyes. Falling backwards on him “no.”

He spun her around again; her eyes were still closed. His thumb grazed over her eyelids before his hand cupped her whole face from the back of her neck “then will you stay?”

When I tell you I fucking melted oh my god they're so perfect. Again, the acceptance into each other has just made me so fucking happy. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted for these two. AND THEN 9.1?! OOOOOHHHH GIRL THE SOFTNESS IS BEAUTIFUL. I love their love. And fucking Ann…I don’t have a good feeling at all about her. Her talking to Verratti is giving me anxiety, especially because he’s just coming around to Taylor. Ann is going to fuck it all up somehow and I don’t want to see that at all.

WOW girl I could keep going but I’ve already written a novel about your writing. Just thank you for such a great story. I can’t wait to see what you’ve got coming down the line. ily and i hope you know how much you are appreciated for the work you put into these chapters.

me when i opened my ask box and saw how long this is

Me after reading it:

I don't think you guys understand what it means when you put so much time into reading and writing about my story. I never had such a great response for any of my works before and every time I see Messages like that i start crying like a baby and rereading it like 10 times because my heart ALWAYS melts with appreciation.

I don't know how I can repay you for this or what i can do to make you understand what this means to me. Honestly, I'm in awe and complete shock that you think my silly writings are worth your time, let alone the effort to write this message.

I ADORE you.

Love you to the moon and back.

#newromanticsfic

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themculibrary · 11 months

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Peter Quill Needs A Hug Masterlist

Don't Touch the Walkman (ao3) - blazingstar29 G, 1k

Summary: Every one on the Elector knows not to mess with Peter's Walkman. Some wackjob new recruits decide to ignore that rule.

i can feel it coming ( in the air tonight ) (ao3) - dormant_bender gamora/peter T, 3k

Summary: There were some moments that Gamora would always cherish and keep with her until the end of days.

I'll Be There When You Want Me, Someway, Somehow (ao3) - LegoTea gamora/peter T, 3k

Summary: “How do we get the spores out of him?” Gamora asked, trying to remain calm.

Kraglin winced. “Gotta wait it out.”

“For how long?” Drax asked.

Kraglin looked down at Peter, who was still trembling on the bed, and he said, “I don’t know.”

(While the Guardians search for the Milano on Berhert, Peter loses his voice.)

Knowhere (ao3) - TenSpencerRiedPlease peter/tony N/R, 6k

Summary: "You’re the best thing that has ever happened to be, man. We’re gunna be roommates,” Peter decides. Thankfully Tony agrees.

My World Is In Your Eyes (ao3) - KassandraScarlett peter/tony G, 30k

Summary: The whole galaxy know about the metal hero who destroyed Thanos' fleet. Now, as Thanos plans, the Guardians recruit the Terran hero and two gods to alert the universe as secure their support. As they travel together, Peter falls deeper and deeper into the black hole personality of Toni Stark. But Toni has too many scars and too much fear and a deep-seated distrust of people who seem sincerely interested in her. So how does Peter get through the walls she's put up too protect herself?

Stages (ao3) - laylabinx N/R, 10k

Summary: Peter is 100% Not Okay™ after the fallout with Ego. The others help him cope in the best way they can.

Static (ao3) - RainingPens peter/tony T, 36k

Summary: "No don't- don't engage!" Tony yelled, frantically pulling harder on the Infinity Gauntlet. "We almost got this off!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew it was useless. He could see the despair and anger on Quill's face, and Tony's first thought was that he probably looked like that back on Siberia, before everything went to shit. Which was why Tony opted to shoot Quill instead.

The Aftermath of Not Being Able to Sleep (ao3) - Groot_Is_God gamora/peter G, 6k

Summary: Peter can't sleep because of nightmares leading to some issues during a mission.

The One Where Peter is Thor's Weakness (ao3) - JinxQuickfoot gamora/peter T, 3k

Summary: After the final battle against Thanos, Thor has fit in well with the 'Asgardians of the Galaxy'. So well, in fact, that a frost giant bent on revenge goes after their captain.

There is trouble a head (ao3) - Kindred peter/omc, peter/thor M, 1k

Summary: Peter Quill 17 years old and pregnant... Yondu needs to shoot the daddy, the problem is Peter doesn't know his name.

The Widower (ao3) - Fighting4Fandoms gamora/peter M, 4k

Summary: Peter's not exactly coping after losing Gamora but life just loves to screw him over

True parents keep you grounded (ao3) - lelianasong G, 2k

Summary: Taserface takes his abuse of Peter too far, and Yondu reacts accordingly. Peter is left with his emotions all bottled up inside his chest, and as Yondu knows from experience, that's the last place you want them to be.

We All Know that Something is Eternal (ao3) - enigma731 gamora/peter T, 1k

Summary: “I’m dead,” says Peter, finally.

“Yes,” says Gamora, her tone light, like they might be discussing the weather. “For now.”

He clears his throat, nods, not even considering that last part for the moment. “Then why am I in Missouri?”

She glances around, realization of some sort dawning on her face. “Oh, is that where this is? I was wondering. These flowers are huge.”

You Can't Carry It With You (If You Want To Survive) (ao3) - FoundInTheStars T, 2k

Summary: After everything, Rocket and Peter learn to let go.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #peter quill #peter quill masterlist #guardians of the galaxy #masterlists

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strangerficsforeddie · 2 years

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REPOSTING: Rebuilding a Shire: Eddie Munson x Reader

This was originally written on my main account but yall probably want it all together in one account. The things you do for love... Anyway, without further ado, the first couple parts of the fic.

Also if you know me, no you don’t. If you like it, let me know. If you hate it, constructive criticism is always appreciated. The grammar is gunna sucks cause I’m bored asf writing this. Anyway, enjoy.

Your parents could’ve chosen any school, any place; your parents could’ve even chosen any type of town too, but nope, Hawkins it is. Not LA, nor Oregon, or even the peaceful sound of sending you abroad to France. No, instead you are trapped in the shit hole that is more than an hour's drive from any large city. To be fair, it could’ve been significantly worse. By that I mean, you could be witnessing everyone you ever love ripped apart limb by limb until there is nothing left but a mutilated cavern where a chest cavity once was, but that would be too morbid. No, instead you get the lovely scenic ambiance of ramshackle heaven to bless your eyes every morning. Well, that and your new neighbor. See your parents didn't notice or maybe they just didn't care yet, but there was something far more interesting than starting band class in the fall.

You never understood why it was so important to them, but your parents insisted you join the moment school started, maybe it was the hope of getting a scholarship. Nonetheless, you agreed after a few snarky remarks about being “too busy being cool to bother boinking around on a trombone.” Your mother was not impressed and your father could not care less as he swung his hand in the air like a conductor asking for silence, but that was yesterday. Maybe today there will be a new understanding of your world stance.

You stumble out of bed feeling less like Dolly Parton and more like Elvis Costello. This could be partially due to the fact that you were starting your hour before the first day of school with a bong to your lips. “You better not be smoking in there!” you hear your father yell as the water starts to bubble like a kettle. Maybe it was the panic of having to suck in the smoke so you don’t cough, but a minute later you respond “Nah, it's tea! I’m making tea!” Your mother, again, was not impressed and your father did not care. You watched as the sun flared through the swirling arches of smoke cascading in the air. This was the perk of having the only bedroom. Yes sneaking out would be impossible as your parents claimed the pullout couch as their bed, but privacy at the bright-eyed age of 17 never felt more freeing. You pulled another after getting dressed and left your parents without a second glance, away from your Mordor and into a brighter shire. One full with a bit more potential, or so you thought.

The air was crisp and ate at your nose for an ounce of hydration causing it to drip, but you hardly even noticed your new sniffle. The sunrise was the only good thing about your mornings as most of the time they were loud or annoying unless your father was busy like today. Today you could wear your black jeans and band shirt without worrying about a remark about your appearance. Today you could get away with bringing your bong to school without worrying if they noticed the clinking sound of glass, and that is how you liked it. Your feet hit the dirt road with a sense of desperation as every step felt like one closer to freedom-

“Hey, you need a ride?”

You jumped slightly when you heard a voice yell as you were walking, it was a confident one and it seemed to suck away your high with every second he spoke. “You’re not from around here are you!?” it persisted causing you to face the sudden road block from your euphoria. It was a man in a red truck, not too older than you. His short blond hair seems to have taken 30 minutes and his face doesn’t have an ounce of acne.

“And how did I get so lucky!” You called out without missing a beat, continuing to walk as you went. You see the man laugh and shrug, hitting a puddle to splash you as he drove off. “Fucking asshole!” you yell out and flip him the bird. You continue on, feeling less like fighting your bed to get a quarter for the laundry mat and more like getting to school early to get the layout for your next sesh. Surely you could get to the first period of the day without any other annoyances. You sigh and walk on, the distance to your destination never seems to dissipate.

You didn’t acknowledge you had even made it to school until you noticed the pair of worn-down converse you stole from your mom were slapping against the linoleum tile. You felt the adrenaline of being a new student bounce within you as different groups of people silently, or not too silently, judge your appearance. You noticed how no one was in class yet and suddenly the green in your bag felt like an imaginary friend to visit during the in-between periods of discomfort. You backed out the doors you had just blessed with your use and headed towards the football field bleachers. You knew this was ballsy, not knowing the stance around the school prior and not waiting to understand the layout, but you’re “not from here around here” and that was okay by you.

“You know most people just smoke a jay in the bathroom.”

This one was different than before, it trickled into your ear as smooth as honey but tickled your heart like Hydrogen peroxide. Maybe it was the fear of being caught walking towards a part of the school typically not used in the morning, but you felt your hands sweat as you stand still. Maybe you should be scared, how many people take kindly to your type in the south anyway, but nonetheless, you turn around. “I beg your pardon?” you say, feeling like this covered your action plan as well as KISS’s black makeup after three hours at a show. you were dripping with sweat and clearly reeking of weed. When you turned around to meet his eyes, all your fear dissipated. Maybe he would have been rather intimidating except for the fact that you knew his kind from before: wearing leather or jeans, every article having a hole or a tear. He was the opposite of scary, he seemed like a friend. When the distance between the two of you became more intimate, you couldn’t help but notice the rings on his fingers and the way his leather boots were inches from your shoes.

“You’re right, where is my introduction?” he hands you the joint that was in his hand and starts patting his body as though he is trying to find something. You can't help but giggle, “Eddie Munson, nice to meet you.” he says as he swings out his hand, “now, back to business.”

You watch as he walks towards the football field with a sense of confidence only found in familiarity, which was then stopped when he turned around to see if you were following. You laugh and pull your lighter from your back pocket and run after him with a newfound sense of glee. Perhaps your parents could’ve found a new place to live, but right now you’re glad they didn’t. You follow the long hair in leather until you had passed the football gate, passed the bleachers, to the middle of the field. “No one ever comes out here unless it's football season, which doesn't start for another month,” Eddie explained and suddenly your anxiety from smoking in broad daylight seemed rather silly. “Peaceful bliss, just moments away,” you say as you follow his lead in sitting, “Hmm, I feel a sense of Deja Vu.” he said with a laugh. You were right next to a giant white line that seemed to have been painted only a few days prior, and there was something rather familiar to the artificial color of white grass. He nodded towards you to encourage the first toke be done by you and you hesitated, “what's in the spleef?”

You see his lips form a smile and there was a second of fear, not of what could've happened but an undeniable sense of “oh god, who is this guy” He laughs at your pale face and shakes his head, his hair reflecting streaks of blonde while it moves. “Nothing but 100% sweet kush, the finest some may say” he says as he takes it from your hand and lights it up. You feel your anxiety dissipate again and with that, you took the joint and felt the familiar haze kick in.

“My names (y/n) btw, you never asked,” you say with a laugh. You weren’t at all offended by it, but understood the humor of the situation. Maybe that was just the weed. Eddie smiled and laid back against the dewy grass, “(y/n) (y/n) (y/n),” your name feeling like a funny sound from his mouth, but you watched his beauty from afar.

“If you’re not careful, I’ll get a sense of what you do at night,” you say with a wink, handing him his jay as you make a motion of jerking off a dick with your other hand. His face turned red and for a second you felt bad, “I’m sorry! I was just-” his laugh cut you off and your anxiety continues to dissipate. “Take another puff and relax, that was funny (y/n).”

and so you did.

#Eddie Munson #Eddie my beloved #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x nonbinary reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fics #fanfiction

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