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wisteriaandwafers · 1 year

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I’m making another one

(Part 1) - because there’s a tagging limit

It’s because of the fact that I’ve read some really good fluff recently and everyone else should as well. Also exam procrastination as always

Some parent ones in Tommy section, but most of the rest are mutual pining, best friends, cute misunderstandings working themselves out, Early relationship things, and shenanigans

Peaky blinders but it’s really just Tommy

Keep us safe by @zablife

The resolution was like taking a deep breath

Tachipen and two Shelby men

Swimming lessons by @vintunnavaa

This one in particular I read and reread a lot and I can’t exactly pinpoint why I love it so much

gentle love, who you love

Drabble by @acewritesfics, a daughters return

They happen to both be cute kid fics

Well, what about the Dog by @runnning-outof-time

I’m a big fan of when Tommy’s wife doesn’t give him a choice regarding domestic things. It’s very fun for me

The silver lining

well spoken by @notyour-valentine

This man and finding himself around intelligent women 🤝

Under his Eye by @queenshelby

This one creeps me out a bit because HT creeps me out but I so want to know what happens next

Lurking in the shadows by @pherelesytsia

This one is a very cute Halloween fic

It was an accident by @kiki0005

The aftermath of the accident is cute and funny

Afternoon Shelby Chaos by @teenwolf-theoriginals

This whole collection based on this family is very locute. They’re so loving and 🥰

A friend literally said to me years ago, every time I open your phone you’re reading Bucky fics, and it’s still true:

Well not so much anymore but I still read:

Blurb by @angrythingstarlight

Because bee is the cutest baby ever

Valentine by @softlyspector

Pining and hesitant action is my jam in fics

Though I have never read it by @tuiccim

It’s ongoing but I’m really enjoying it

All wrapped up by @jobean12-blog

It’s a Chrismatime fic and it’s adorable!

I like you a latte by @moonstruckbucky

It’s a coffee shop au what more do you need

Easy by @jadedvibes

It’s the cute beginnings of a relationship and they’re being all sweet and learning each other

Bribe the super by @real-jane

There’s a heat wave, there’s an entangled friend group, and they both sort of stalk each other with help from a store owner.

When morning comes by @pellucid-constellations

Besties at different points but they try and remain connected at heart and 😍

These one are Steve fics:

Mini matchmaker by @avengerofyourheart

Christmas cute kid fic

First date by @navybrat817

They go on a cute date and deal with a mini, kind of funny misunderstanding

My favourite what if part 2 by @imhereforbvcky

There’s drunk coffee, gardening, Sarah Rogers, and forever in love besties

Pick Her poison

Coffee shop meet cute

Then of course because I am a child of this millennium, some TASM! Peter as well, not all, but most:

Zoo blurb by @webslingingslasher

Honestly, I’m not sure which Peter this is but it’s cute

I swear I don’t know who that man is

Tarrent is indeed a character and the whole thing is a journey

Like me, like you by @privateanxieties

I don’t know why I enjoy body switch stories but I do And I am anxiously awaiting the finale

Shampoo and heartbreak. Apple stem

Pairing by @spider-stark

It’s a case of shenanigans stemming from pining and I’m a fan

Bloody love by @parkerpeter24

This one is kinda sad

Daughters will love like you do by @waitimcomingtoo

Babysitter!peter helps everyone

Some light voyeurism

This one by @forever-rogue

Spidey identity and anxiety fueled decisions. It all works out very nicely

Meet cute. By @helplesslyinlovewithcharacters

Meet cute and is very cute

You ain’t nothing by @withahappyrefrain

Actually just read all her Peter stuff. The mob!peter au 🥰 like this one

Forest scenario by @vendettaparker

Text message fic

Webbed troubles by @curseofaphrodite

They’re both so stupid and I love it !!!

Hey babe I love you by @oracleofapollon

It’s best friends to lovers

Stranger things, but it’s really just Steve + Eddie fics

Baby by @cosmal

It’s so cute

Crush by @call-me-eds

There’s a misunderstanding but it’s not what you think

Wayne’s world by @queenimmadolla

A sudden birth I cried so much

It’s a date by @luveline

And no, he does not stop staring even after the date

Waiting for forgiveness by @iveseenstrangerthings

There’s a party, there’s a misunderstanding, they’re besties

Secrets out by @steddielvr

Well that kid can’t keep his mouth shut

Best friends and cosmos by @taylorbrooke1230

I like those you’re just noticing!? Moments

Safe space by @chervbs

So 🥰

Tied with a bow by @angrymilfs

There’s Flowers and cuteness

This one by @plainemmanem

They’re coworkers this time and someone is smitten

Nothing compares by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

Later life and smiles

Oops I love you by @earthgirl616

Just best friends they say

Then all the others that I can’t categorize but still love and cherish :

Horacio Carillo

This blurb by @tropes-and-tales

Alone for the holidays, love struck

Just like always by @drabbles-mc

Din djarin

Significant by @softlyspector

This one is a case of I don’t even go here. But I just about die for mutual pining and this one has it

Andy barber

What Andy wants by @theycallmebecca

I like this one. One person not realizing what everyone else sees clearly.

Matt Murdock

You what? By @babyboiboyega

Coffee shop woes by @courtforshort15

F1 imagine

Forgive me, what? By @lovingperfectionsblog

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cemeterything · 5 months

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are we still doing this because i have a late submission

#🐉#this is less about fan content and more about that awful lazy one size fits all #'10 years later theyre happily married with a cute little nuclear family' trope #because ive read some genuinely incredible fics about characters who would Not fucking have kids #ending up with accidental pregnancy scares or child acquisitions that get treated with all the nuance #and thoughtful handling they deserve #but also. i reread one of my favourite fics yesterday and when one character jokingly brought up the idea of children #and the other reacted with genuine visceral disgust and said what hideously awful parents theyd be #i lit up like a fucking christmas tree

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sp0o0kylights · 5 months

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Steve Harrington was wearing a Hellfire t-shirt.

It was far too tight on him, the name of the club stretched wide over his chest. The sleeves dug into his biceps, making them pop even more than they usually did, and that was before he crossed his arms.

Worse?

It was short.

Which meant the damn shirt was constantly riding up to give everyone a nice show of the smattering of hair that trailed down past the band of Harrington's jeans.

The same hair that Eddie was determinedly not looking at.

“Henderson, a moment?” He crooked a finger, a smile on his face that was more feral than welcoming.

Rather than cower or even acknowledge that Eddie was two seconds away from murder, Dustin just gave him a gummy grin, all too pleased with himself and his scheme.

“Sure Eddie. Steve, don't just stand there, go help set the booth up!” Dustin gestured to Hellfire’s sad little table, crammed all the way in the back of the gym.

Jeff and Gareth both reacted to the suggestion like a rabid squirrel had been set upon them, nervously inching towards the other side of the booth as Harrington sighed and--shockingly--did as he was told.

‘What,’ Eddie thought angrily, ‘in the everloving fuck.’

“Do you guys mind if I set this down on the table?” Eddie heard Harrington ask as he stormed away, Dustin on his heel.

They wandered just around the corner, out of sight and hopefully, out of the fallen king’s hearing range.

Eddie wasn't sure if Harrington would try and white knight the very much deserved dressing down he was about to give.

Didn’t want to chance it, considering the downright weird relationship he had with Hellfire's freshmen.

(While he’d heard many a tale at his table regarding King Steve since the newest recruits had joined Hellfire, most of them dissolved into arguments without ever really going anywhere.

Best anyone could figure out was that Dustin and Lucas had a bad case of hero worship, while Mike owned a begrudging amount of respect that hailed from a series of misadventures.

The very same misadventures that, despite all protests to the contrary, was clearly some sort of babysitting gig for Harrington.)

Either way, plenty of the King’s court would have loved to take this opportunity to fuck with Hellfire.

Given that Henderson was absolutely too old to require a babysitter at fourteen, Eddie would bet his lunch money that was what Steve was here to do.

Something the club couldn’t afford since they were forever and always two seconds away from being stripped of club status and banned from school grounds.

“I would love to know what went through that all A’s brain of yours when I said,” Eddie whirled on Dustin when they were firmly in the clear, voice low and furious. “no Henderson, do not invite King Steve to help, he is an invading force and would ruin our peaceful kingdom!?”

He clasped his hands behind his back before leaning into Dustin’s face. “Because clearly whatever you heard wasn’t that.”

To Eddie’s continued frustration and confusion, Dustin did not treat this like the threat it was.

None of the freshmen had ever truly treated Eddie like a threat--had somehow skipped that part of the usual onboarding ritual entirely.

Eddie, town freak and drug dealer, who had cultivated his looks and craziness to such a degree that most everyone steered clear, wasn’t used to it.

Everyone had been afraid of him at some point in this shitty school. Jeff, Gareth, hell even half the staff--and that the dorky trio of fourteen year old's clearly thought this all was play-acting made his eye twitch.

Even if it was--maybe, sometimes--welcome.

“I know what you said, but I’m telling you I’m right.” Dustin argued immediately, and oh God, he was using that tone again.

A hand went up into the space between them and Eddie groaned aloud, knowing what was coming.

“First,” Dustin ticked a finger up, “Hellfire really needs the money. Even thirty dollars would get us new figures, but more than that, if we don’t fundraise, we can’t go to Gen Con!”

Dustin's eyes bored into Eddie’s, full of fire and conviction

“Yes,” Eddie said through gritted teeth, “but--”

“Second!” Dustin cut him off, and God the little shit even threw him a look while he did it, like Eddie was the one being ridiculous here!

“We had to fight just to get our table! Principal Higgins was in algebra today practically begging the mathletes to show up, but then tried to tell us we couldn't be here? That’s messed up!”

As if denying them a spot to fundraise was the worst thing that asshole had ever done.

Eddie sighed, breath blasting out of his mouth like a dragon’s.

“Because people think we’re freaks and satanists, Henderson. You don’t typically invite freaks and satanists to the school’s annual Holiday Bazaar. Especially not when all the local moms are paying to hawk their bullshit crafts and tupperware!”

It was more than that of course. The Hawkins High Holiday Bazaar was a tradition spanning several years now. Starting in the gym and spilling clear into the parking lot, everyone from local artists to even some local shops came to host a small table for the day, thus growing the event from a small school fundraiser to a Hawkins' “must-do.”

Half the fucking town was here to sell, and the other half was here to shop, which meant Principle Higgins had wanted Hellfire banned from the fucking premise.

Eddie had been forced to pull out one of his trump cards he’d been saving--blackmail on Higgins that related to the man’s not--so--legal addiction to Percocet that he relied on Reefer Rick for.

(And bless Rick, that hadn’t been the only tidbit he’d shared with Eddie about Higgins. That information, however, Eddie needed just so the asshat wouldn’t give him the boot from school entirely.)

The only reason Eddie had pulled it out to secure their rightful spot, was because of Gen Con.

It was Hellfire's White Whale, their grand adventure, and this was going to be his year to take his friends on one last epic quest to make memories of a lifetime surrounded by people who understood them.

Come hell or high water, Eddie was going to Gen Con--but being able to fundraise by selling wares and baked goods at the stupid Holiday Bazaar would go a long way to help.

Even if he had to listen to the band repeatedly play ear-bleeding renditions of Christmas songs.

“All the clubs get to have a table, and we’re a club!” Dustin continued, like it was that simple. “But you know, I get it. We look scary.”

He gestured down to his own Hellfire shirt, before gesturing towards Eddie’s entire outfit.

Like Eddie didn't know what he looked like, let alone that he'd made this outfit specifically to scare people away from him.

(And maybe add some rockstar flair to this dinky little hick town.)

“You know who doesn’t look scary?”

Dustin held out his hands and swiveled his body like he was presenting a prize instead of gesturing in the vague direction of;

“Steve!”

Eddie’s left eye twitched.

‘You can't kill him, you need his character for the campaign.’ He told himself firmly, even if he envisioned strangling Dustin like a chicken.

Cartoon squawking and all.

“The King isn’t going to help us fundraise, Dustin.” Eddie said, in an effort to break down why Harrington couldn't be here. “He's just going to cause us problems that we can’t afford to have.”

So many problems, half of which Eddie couldn't think of because if he did, he'd start spiraling.

“Really? Because as you keep saying, Steve used to be the King. People love him, Eddie! Mom’s love him.”

Eddie had pulled himself black up to his proper height a while ago, and now rocked back on his heels while he ran a hand down his face.

There was no getting through to Henderson when he was like this.

Not unless Eddie really lost it, and it was practically club lore that he only lost it when someone missed an important game.

One cannot keep a herd of sheep if their flock is terrified of them, after all.

(“Perhaps you’re just a giant fucking softie.” Tiff, one of Hellfire’s graduating members, told him once. “Honestly dude, I bet you throw up stuffing.”

“Shut up Tiffany, your choker is on backwards again.” He'd spat back, completely offended and not at all trying to distract from how true that was.)

“We can’t be satanic if Steve’s the one selling cookies!” Dustin finished doggedly.

“We’re not even selling cookies--that’s not the point!”” Eddie shook his head, hair flying. He was not going to be sidetracked, he wasn’t!

“Harrington is going to end up siding with all the moms about how we’re all wasting time with D&D, if he even spends the whole time at the table. Is that what you want?”

He stuck out a ringed finger, poking at Dustin’s chest.

“Every single person who comes by our table has to be convinced D&D is a writing and math based game. Good for the mind and souls of growing, impressionable children. A game that got a bad rep because of a few silly images.”

A pitch he and Tiff had come up with during the third or fourth time they had to convince an adult that no, just because their shirts had a dragon on it, didn’t mean they were summoning demons in the drama room.

“Harrington can’t do that because Harrington doesn’t even know how to play!”

This Eddie punctuated by throwing his hands in the air.

Given the startled look of the mother-daughter duo passing him by, clearly was louder than he’d intended--but screw it!

He was right!

Hellfire was in a precarious position to both fundraise and do a little damage control among the slightly smarter members of this shithole small town, and Harrington rolling his eyes and gossiping about how stupid it was would hinder that.

“Okay, first of all, Steve’s played D&D with me and he didn’t even kill his character.” Dustin said it like he was unveiling a smoking gun and not lying through his ass--which Eddie would absolutely be calling him on the second he was done talking.

Because King Steve? Play D&D?

'Ha!'

“And he’s not gonna say shit because we--me, and Lucas and even Mike!--asked him to help, and he helps when its serious. I know you have some weird grudge with him, but I’m telling you Eddie he’s our golden ticket to Gen Con!”

“You’re killing me. You are standing here, acting as a friend, when you are bringing a-- a dark force into the midst our of mission--” Eddie hissed, because he was losing the fucking fight and he knew it.

Dustin Henderson was not a man easily swayed.

Had never been, even when the odds were stacked against him (and Grant and Gareth were howling in his ear.)

The set of his shoulders and the glint of the little shithead’s eye meant Eddie wouldn’t be able to use him to oust Harrington--if he even could get him out without the dick causing a massive scene anyway.

As always when outgunned, Eddie flipped to dramatics.

“Betrayed! By my own chosen heir no less!” He moaned, pressing the back of his hand over his eyes as Dustin scoffed.

"Don’t be so dramatic! Steve will help, I promise! Just don’t be a dick to him.”

Conversation apparently over, Dustin turned around to head back to the table

Snidely, he added over his shoulder: “Plus we’ve all caught on to the heir thing Eddie. You tell everyone that so they do what you want.”

The dick.

“You’re too fucking smart for your own good. I’m gonna start feeding you paint chips to bring that IQ down.” Eddie muttered angrily as Dustin went back to their little table.

He gave himself a moment to get his shit together and stomp a foot like a child when Dustin was around the corner and thus couldn’t witness it, before following his wayward sheep back.

Could only pray to any deity listening that Henderson’s meddling didn’t blow up in Hellfire’s face.

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ghostbsuter · 2 months

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Not really a story prompt but more of an idea for a scene.

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The night was long, Bruce sat at the Batcomputer, eyes fixed on every cam view on each monitor. Having been hurt badly the previous night got him grounded for today's patrol.

He rubs his eyes, sighs and leans back. Taking his attention momentarily off his kids to look up.

There, flying above, was Danny. He was in his more hybrid form, black hair dancing like nebulae, dozing off.

In his arms his little sister, Danielle, curled up on his chest.

Apparently younger ghosts, halfas in their case, couldn't control their powers for the first few years. Especially in the living world.

It ended up with a lot of chaos, like Danielle not having control whether awake or asleep.

So as a precaution and official ghostly parent, Danny monitors her during the night.

Just so that she doesn't fall, in her human or ghost form.

It's just pure coincidence that they look like otters in the air.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #fic prompt #writing prompt #dc x dp prompt #the fenton halfas sleeping like otters #otters hold hands to not seperate when they sleep on water #inspired by that onr otter pair whose kid sleeps on her belly <3 #thats so fucking cute man

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leeluvschannie · 5 months

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Author's note ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚: Just some thoughts about husband Lee Know being a clingy/needy baby :(

☆ genre: SFW HEADCANNONS

☆ warnings: curvy reader codded (?)

needy!minho who can't fall asleep without clinging onto you. His face nuzzled deep between the valley of your breasts, arms wrapped snuggly around your waist. You know he's had a long day at the studio, do you really have the heart to tell him to move the fuck over?

needy!minho had a rough day and just needs your comfort. He needs your fingers in his hair, nails lightly dragging along his scalp. He needs to listen to your beautiful voice read to him. This man is in his mid-twenties, but god does he adore being babied.

needy!minho will hold your hand and pepper the sweetest kisses, looking up at you through his thick lashes. he will admire your scars, and ask you how you got each one. He thinks every bruise and added childhood scab has a story, and God does love stories.

needy!minho loves wrapping his arms around you, his hands slipping beneath your shirt, relishing in the warmth of your skin. especially when you're baking his mother's recipe of Hotteok. it's nearly impossible to get this man off of you're baking Hotteok.

needy!minho will call you when he's on tour, he knows it's late but he needs to hear your soft breathing and warm voice over the speaker or he might break. he needs to hear you call him jagiya, yeobo. and gwiyomi. he loves how sweetly the words roll off your tongue when you speak to him.

needy!minho who can't get his hands off of you when you wear his favorite dress. who can't help but trace his hands along your curves, his bright brown eyes blown wide. muttering softly under his breath. even with your advanced understanding of Korean, you really have no idea what this man is saying. though, but you have no doubt in your mind that he is exceedingly pleased by what he sees.

needy!minho who can't stop kissing you. his hands cupping your face, his breathing slow and heavy. fingertips reaching for every bit of you. your eyes fall shut, cherishing every slow kiss.

needy!minho who breathlessly chuckles at the sight of your teary eyes, and trembling lower lip. he loves it when the sensitivity gets to your head, the aftermath of your intimacy. "자기야…넌 괜찮아." (Baby…you're okay) He softly shushes you, his hand tenderly resting on your neck, pulling your head into his chest. "You'reeee fineee." He attempts in English, making you laugh a little. "You're so mean Minho-ah." you sniffle, tugging at the newly dyed purple strands of his hair."순무" (turnip) you mumble, earning yourself a stern glare. "말 조심해" (Be careful what you say). You can't help but flick his forehead, causing the little act to falter, and of course, he tries to stifle his smile.

I'd really appreciate reblogs, interactions & likes! Thank you :)

#head empty no thoughts #lee know #lee minho #lee know fic #lee know headcanons #skz fic #stray kids headcanons #kpop fic #lee know drabbles #lee know fanfic #lee minho fanfic #lee know is cute #sfw headcanons

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fic-over-cannon · 4 months

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Jason Todd is never not injured. If it’s not a bullet wound or stab, it’s little scrapes from road rash, split knuckles, scratches from flying debris. You can’t stop him from going out as the Red Hood, but you can be there to patch him up.

He tries so hard to play down the severity of his hurts, to get you to smile even when he’s grimacing as you change the wrapping on a cut. You try to do the same for him. You start buying bandaids with cartoon characters and fun colours on them in bulk. Wrap his knuckles in Hello Kitty and Kuromi. Batman bandaids for the cut on his cheekbone. Yellow smiley faces for the scrape on his knee. Each one gets a featherlight kiss as you place the bandaid.

Jason’s a good sport about it, takes your nursing with good grace. He rolls his eyes when Dick bursts out laughing the first time he sees Jason with his cutesy bandaids. Starts carrying some with him to give out to injured children he runs into on patrol. He takes a twisted sense of pleasure that for some thugs, the smiling face of Hello Kitty is going to be the last thing they see before their lights go out.

Jason likes to catch the colourful bandaids out of the corner of his eye, in mirrors and on his hands. Puts a little flame in his chest at the evidence of your care and love for him. That no matter how he falls to pieces, you’ll be there to help put him back together.

#just need to see jason covered in cute bandaids like a harajuku kid #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd headcanon #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x gender neutral reader #jason todd fic #red hood x you #red hood x reader #jason todd #sunnie writes 🌻#snack fic

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charmercharm3r · 7 months

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it’s 12am, i have work at 9 but i literally cannot stop thinking about leeknow showering together fluff like it’s invading my thoughts rn

he’d be so sweet and gentle outside of bed (plenty of teasing as always) im just obsessed with the thought

-🌙 <3

i need a little sweetness on my page rn so here’s some food for thought :)

Masterlist

minho’s so gentle natured already, and also very touchy. showering together is a must! at least three times a week! it’s minho-law, strictly enforced or face the consequences (he’d only kiss ur forehead instead of ur lips for two days straight).

he likes to close the toilet lid and sit on it to watch while you undress so he can make you all flustered— we all know he has a staring problem, especially with his beloved. he won’t go out of his way to tease you during these softer times, but if the moment happens to present itself, he’s not gonna shy away. say you forget to grab another towel so you have to share one between the both of you. minho will use it on himself first while you stand there like a soggy lil puppy until he’s done, only then does he hand it to you and runs to get a fresh, clean one to wrap around your shoulders.

but if there isn’t one of those moments (rare), he likes to do everything for you. washing your hair, soaping your body, even helping you shave if you wanted. tbh it’s all an excuse to keep a hand on you at all times cus he’s touchy like that, and his love language is acts of service with a hint of physical skinship. i think he’d be the type to get in the shower with you even if he’d already taken one just to be near you, and encourages you to tell him about your day while you’re stuck in there with him. “you can’t leave, or else you’ll be dirty. so either you can be stinky in bed or you can let me listen to you talk. choose wisely.”

on days he especially misses you, he’ll even dry your hair and help you apply lotion. his favorite part is skin care, sitting you on the nearest high surface to be eye level or taller than him and he can apply all your products with such a delicate touch. for lip balm, he puts it on himself, then leans in to kiss you. “what’s yours is mine, what’s mine is yours. that includes lip balm.”

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etchy-a-sketchy · 3 months

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Obsessing over this fic

Doodled this for it!

#etchy’s sketchys #fanfiction #not my fic #highly recommend it!!#genuinely brainrotting Over the idea of Bruce pulling out a wallet with a comically long picture roll in it #and its all his kinds and brandy and cute family moments #and jd without missing a beat pulls out a wallet #with an EVEN LONGER roll of picture and it all Rhonda #like #bestie I work at petsmart do you KNOW CAN YOU COMPREHEND HOW MANY PITCURES PEOPLE TAKE OF THEIR FUR BABIES?!#john dory #dreamworks trolls #trolls band together #trolls bruce #trolls john dory #pet parent vs kid parent fr fr

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anotherwellkeptsecret · 7 months

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To a Stranger: Prologue & 1-5

This comic is based on a true story--about how a lonely waitress by day and artist by night crosses paths with the man who stood up for her when they were children.

This comic does not have a set update schedule. I will draw pages as time allows. Please enjoy!

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stayteezdreams · 10 months

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Mans Chan's Best Friend: Part One

Plot: Chan makes a furry new friend when on the walk in the park, and he can't keep his eyes off their owner.

-Part Two-

Pairing: Christopher/Bang Chan x Gn!Reader

-Meet-Cute Series-

Words: 1.3k; it came out so much shorter than I wanted 😩

Your anxieties began to lessen as you noticed the lack of people in the park today. You had feared Cocoa might get to overwhelmed with crowds or strange dogs on his first walk in public. Luckily, you seemed to pick a good time when here were few people out.

As Cocoa sniffed and inspected every tree, bench and trashcan you came across, you breathed in the fresh air. Looking around, your eyes landed on someone walking your direction.

Even from a distance you could tell he was attractive. You slowed your pace a bit as he walked closer, he seemed to be distracted by something across the street. You took the opportunity to shamelessly check him out as he got closer, before you looked back at Cocoa.

Cocoa, seemed to notice the stranger at this moment as he suddenly darted towards him. Your heart spiked a bit as you called out to him.

"Cocoa no!"

Chris's attention was taken from the shop across the street as he heard a voice call out. Looking back he saw a small brown dog run up to him.

He immediately grinned at the sight, always happy to be approached by a cute dog. Before he knew it, the small dog was running around Chris's legs furiously sniffing him as the leash tied him up.

Chris let out a chuckle as your embarrassed voice spoke up, stealing Chris's attention.

"I'm so sorry! Cocoa, no, stop!"

As Chris looked up at you, he felt his heart skip a beat as he froze. He hadn't really noticed you until this moment as you were only a foot away, trying desperately to free him from your dogs snare.

Your eyes met the mans and you felt your face heat up. Your eyes remained locked in stillness for a moment. He was even more attractive up close. Why was it always the attractive ones that saw you in an embarrassing situations? You cursed your luck as you apologized again.

"Uh- I'm really sorry, this is his first walk out in public" You laughed awkwardly as you pulled your eyes away from his, your heart hammering in your chest.

Chris giggled, his eyes not leaving your face, "It's okay, really!"

"Let me just- sorry" You began to circle around him, untying yourself and Cocoa from him as Cocoa wagged is tail relentlessly as he tried to get the man's attention.

Chris smiled gleefully at the situation as he watched you try to free him from your dog's leash. You were clearly embarrassed by the situation, but Chris couldn't help but chuckle.

Not only was your dog adorable, but you were pretty cute yourself. And Chris only thought it more as he watched you.

As you ended up circling him a few times, only for Cocoa to do the same, leaving Chris still entangled, he giggled.

"Here, let me." he said softly as he reached for the leash.

You handed it to him, while pretending the way his hands brushed your's didn't send your heart into a flurry.

Chris giggled at the puppy's excited behavior as he untangled himself from the leash.

"There we go!" he said cheerfully as he handed the leash back to you.

You whispered a thank you as you smiled bashfully at him.

He grinned at you as he crouched down, petting Cocoa "You're a little menace aren't you?"

You were surprised by his accent, but found it even more attractive. He looked up at you "What's his name?"

"Oh, Cocoa!"

He smiled "Cocoa, cute!"

As he pet Cocoa, you found yourself admiring him again. He seemed nice, and you were glad he didn't get upset about Cocoa's behavior.

"You remind me of my dog Berry" Chris said as he continued to pet Cocoa, his voice a higher pitch than normal, making you smile at you watched him.

"Berry?" You asked softly, hoping to kill some of your awkardnes.

He nodded as he looked over at you momentarily "Yeah, he's back in Australia though so I don't get to see him often."

You nodded sympathetically "That must be hard."

He nodded softly "It can be." looking back at you he grinned, and you felt your stomach swirl. "I'm Chris."

"Oh, I'm Y/n."

He stood up, and wiped his hands on his pants before reaching out his hand for you to take. You shook it with a shy smile as he continued to smile brightly at you.

"Is he the first dog you've had?"

"Yes and no" you chuckled "The first dog I've had on my own. I had dogs growing up though."

He nodded in understanding "Puppy's can be a lot of work that's for sure."

"I'm beginning to understand that. Sorry again by the way, I was...distracted when he ran up to you, I should have stopped him sooner."

He lifted his hands dismissively "Don't worry about it, it was a nice surprise actually."

You nodded your head, feeling your shyness begin to take hold again as you looked down at Cocoa, who had now found something interested in a patch of grass.

Chris seemed to notice your shyness, and as cute as he thought it was, he feared you might be preparing to run off.

He cleared his throat "So, I walk in the park a lot and I've never seen you before, are you new to the area?" he asked genuinely curious, and hopeful that this might not be just a one time meeting.

"I've been here a while actually, I just never really came to this park much." you looked down at Cocoa "But now I have a reason too"

"So you'll be coming more often then?"

You nodded, wondering why he was so interested, as your stomach did flips. Was he interested in you? Or just Cocoa?

"Good good." He said with a grin "So maybe I'll see you and Cocoa again?"

You smiled, feeling your neck and face heat up "Probably, yeah. I was planning on coming most days when I'm not at work."

Chris nodded, trying to act nonchalant, but failing miserably when he scratched th back of his neck "What times- I mean, I uh- the park is usually really nice around this time every day, and the evening, those are when I often walk around. And uh, when I would recommend you come out."

You smiled, noting his awkwardness as you accepted that it was you he was in fact interested in.

"I think this time every day works. But, uh, what time in the evenings would you suggest? In case, I can't come out at this time." you asked casually.

"Oh, uhm, around five. It's not too late, but most people are at home after work, relaxing."

You nodded "Five is a good time. I think I might try it out, see how Cocoa likes it."

Chris nodded, trying to repress a smile "Good, yeah."

He cleared his throat again before he noticed the time on his watch. His heart jumped a bit as he realized he was running late.

You noticed the look on his face as he checked his watch "Late?"

He looked up at you and smiled before nodding "I should go"

Reaching down as he pet Cocoa he looked back to you and smiled "So...if, by chance, I ran into you tomorrow again, around five...would you mind be tagging along for your walk?"

You smiled as you shuffled on your feet shyly "I wouldn't mind."

He grinned and nodded "Good." he began to walk backwards "See you then, well, I mean if-"

"If you, are by chance here at five?"

He let out a laugh "Yeah."

You nodded and giggled "Yeah, okay. See you then. Maybe."

He grinned and turned to leave after chuckling "Bye."

As he walked off, he looked back at you once before he left the park, a smile still present on his face.

You grinned to yourself as you looked down at Cocoa. "What are you my wingman or something?"

xx End xx

Sorry for the abrupt ending but I suck at them lmao. I hope you liked it~

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fandomfluffandfuck · 4 months

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I'm thinking about Steve and Bucky being the mysterious neighbors to a little family crammed into a tiny Brooklyn apartment in the new century.

Like, they're always on missions, but otherwise, they keep to themselves--they've only just settled into a comfortable routine after getting each other back. So, this family has no idea that their neighbours are the Captain America and Winter Soldier. But, once, during a hilariously familiar summer blackout, the building is strangely silent. Time always seems to stop during a blackout. Steve and Bucky come out of their apartment, wanting to make sure everyone is alright. So, they bump into this little family for the first time, and the two kids from the neighboring family lose their minds.

Then, rather than going to the apartment building's roof to watch the stars until the lights come back on like usual, the kids spend it playing pretend with superheroes. Steve lets them take turns weilding the shield, playing hero. It makes Bucky heart ache to see them take turns giggling, wrapping themselves in tinfoil to be just like him... one of the good guys.

#what is it about stucky that makes me think about kids???#idk #i just think they're cute with babies #🤷🏻‍♂️🤷🏻‍♂️🤷🏻‍♂️#bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #fic #fandomfluffandfuck

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mylifeisfruk4ever · 6 months

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Green Lantern @EarthMostGreenHero✓

You can't understand what it means to live until you see Batman in the gym while he trains. Folks, that man is the original dilf. Johnny Depp who? I would totally eat him.

Flash @TheOriginal ✓

Dude, are you drunk?

Green Lantern @EarthMostGreenHero✓

I might have a concussion. But hey, I'm seeing something worth living for. 10/10, I recommend it.

Flash @TheOriginal ✓

I hope Nightwing doesn't see this tweet.

Green Lantern @EarthMostGreenHero✓

Come on, he's still a kid. What could he do?

Flash @TheOriginal ✓

It's official. You're stupid.

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mixelation · 3 months

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i was like "i should towards finishing my fics on ao3" and then i opened google docs and wrote some other nonsense instead

anyway here's the minato-and-naruto quasi time travel thing i keep threatening to write

The problem with Hiraishin accidents was that they tended to be… strange. Most jutsu accidents ended with an explosion or a blade slipping or something like that. Hiraishin accidents ended with you standing in random places, sometimes with random pieces of clothing missing.

Minato was a little surprised to end up in a park, but not immediately worried. He was still in Konoha, and all of his clothes were in place. The interesting part was that when he tried his experiment, it had been 2 PM at the height of summer. Now it was dark and markedly cold.

He was in a park near the outskirts of the village. Hokage monument loomed in the distance.

Minato blinked a few times as his eyes adjusted to the dark. This end of the park had a playground for children. It had several street lamps, but half of them were out. He was currently standing next to a slide, which was covered in graffiti. These details seemed odd to him, as he’d been an advocate for Konoha’s park maintenance. Konoha sinking all their funding and manpower into the Third Shinobi War meant Minato had grown up playing on rusty and half-broken equipment, and he’d promised his unborn son that he’d have nicer places to play.

Minato was never going to get to be a father, and he saw this as all the more reason to support infrastructure changes to improve the village for families that did have children. He owed it to baby Naruto.

Ah, well. This park was pretty far out. Maybe it was somehow getting missed. Minato mentally filed the problem away to address after he’d figured out if he’d… blacked out for a while, or whatever had just happened.

There was one other presence in the whole park. A little kid was playing in a sandbox. Minato wondered where the kids’ parents were, this late at night.

Minato approached the kid, making sure to make enough noise to be noticed. The kid froze in the middle of making some sort of… sand pile… and looked up at Minato with suspicious eyes.

“What?” the kid demanded. He had light colored hair sticking out from under a knit hat. He scowled at Minato very seriously, which was adorably hilarious on such a young face. “What do you want?”

He must not recognize me, Minato decided, amused. It was dark, and the kid was pretty young.

Minato squatted at the edge of the sandbox. There were random patches of grass in the sand. The kid puffed himself up, his scowl still in place.

“Hey, kid,” Minato said. “I need some help. Can you answer some questions for me?”

“What questions?” the kid asked. “I’m allowed to be here, you know!”

Minato felt his stomach tighten slightly at the wording. It was so close to how Kushina used to talk, and this kid was about the age Naruto would be…

Get a grip, Namikaze, Minato thought. This type of distraction was probably why he’d screwed up the Hiraishin to begin with. He needed to focus. Lots of people probably happened to speak like Kushina.

“Actually, the park is closed after dark,” Minato said gently, and the kid looked scandalized. It was very cute. Minato winked. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone. Afterall, I’m here after closing too, aren’t I?”

The kid relaxed into a pout. He eyed Minato up and down, and Minato tried to look as friendly and unthreatening as possible.

“You’re a ninja!” the kid finally said, visibly brightening. “You have a hitai-ate!”

He pointed. Minato grinned.

“Sure am,” he agreed.

“Then why do you need help from me?” the kid asked, eyes wide.

At this point, it would have indeed been faster and more efficient to just teleport back to his office and ask an adult questions. But this kid was very cute, and Minato liked talking to the youth of Konoha.

“I had a jutsu accident,” Minato said, very seriously. The kid’s eyes basically bulged out of his head. Adorable. “I’m afraid to tell any other ninja, in case they make fun of me. But you won’t make fun of me, will you?”

The kid got so excited he actually ended up on his feet, waving his arms intensely. Sand flew everywhere.

“No way!” the kid yelled. “Everyone makes mistakes, you know! That’s what the old man says whenever I mess up, and I mess up a lot, you know. I don’t like when people make fun of me! So I won’t make fun of you, and if the other ninja make fun of you, I’ll beat them up for you!”

“Whoa, whoa!” Minato said, putting his hands up. This kid was enthusiastic. “That’s very nice of you, but you don’t need to beat anyone up for me, promise. Why don’t you hear my questions first?”

The kid took a deep breath.

“Okay,” he said.

“Do you know what time it is?” Minato asked. The kid shook his head. “Well, do you know what time you left your house?”

“I dunno,” the kid said. “But I didn’t come here from my house. I came from the Academy, you know! I’m training real hard to be a ninja too!”

The kid rambled for a bit, and Minato frowned as he listened to the story. The kid had had detention after class, after some prank he’d pulled on his teacher, and then he’d come immediately over to the park. He said he liked coming at night when the park was empty, because other children often wouldn’t let him play with the “good” equipment.

“Usually I have to wait until after dinner,” the kid was saying. “But in winter it gets dark real early, you know!”

The kid did know the date.

“Can you tell me… the year?” Minato said slowly.

The kid told him.

If the kid was right, Minato had gone back in time five months. So that was… a new way for the Hiraishin to be messed up. What a terrifying discovery.

When Minato, lost in thought, didn’t ask follow up questions, the kid was unperturbed. He continued to ramble about his ninja training.

At least, if Minato really was back in time, it was only five months. If he couldn’t figure out how to undo it, he could just lay low those five months until his past self also winked out of time, and just step right back into his life. Unless that wasn’t how time travel worked…? Tobirama had written some theories on time travel and seemed to think it didn’t work that cleanly…

“...and then I’m going to be Hokage!” the kid cried, pumping a fist in the air.

Minato grinned, despite the situation. This kid was a riot. How had he not noticed him before?

“I’m sure you will be,” Minato told him, reaching forward to place a hand on the kid’s hat, like he would to ruffle hair. “Thank you for helping me.”

Minato stood. He wanted to go to his office as soon as possible to get to work verifying he had time traveled, and maybe consult Tobirama’s old writings, but he also couldn’t just leave this kid alone. He’d drop him off at his home as quickly as possible, he decided. He’d love to see this kid’s reaction to realizing who he was. Or to getting to see his famous Hiraishin.

“Hey, kid,” Minato said. “My name is Namikaze Minato. What’s yours?”

The kid didn't seem to recognize the name at all. But he beamed up at Minato, showing all his teeth.

“This means we’re friends now, right?” the kid said. “I’m Uzumaki Naruto!”

The kid continued to ramble about how cool it was to have a ninja for a friend, but Minato couldn’t hear him.

He couldn’t hear anything. He couldn’t see. He couldn’t breathe.

Was this a joke? A sick prank by a villager? Or attack, even? A cruel, evil genjutsu, maybe?

Minato suddenly wanted to flee, or maybe he wanted to fight, or to disappear forever. He had no name for this emotion, but he did push out his senses, tapping into his Hiraishin network. It lit up in his mind, scattered across the village.

It was wrong. There were fewer markers than there should be. And… one extra one.

Minato's gaze turned back to the kid in front of him. The kid had one of his markers in him, burning brightly at his stomach.

“Hey, hey,” the kid said, taking Minato’s hand and tugging. “Are you alright, mister?”

Minato tried to dispel a genjutsu. Nothing happened. The kid was still staring up at him with blue eyes the exact shape of Kushina’s.

“Na… naruto,” Minato said, the word feeling too intimate to be spoken out loud. The kid just blinked curiously up at him. “I… I need to take you home. Where are your parents?”

“Oh,” Naruto said. “Don’t worry about that! I don’t have any, so I can stay out as late as I want, you know.”

Minato stared at him.

He sat on the edge of the sandbox.

He stared at the kid some more.

“Are you okay?” the kid asked, dubious.

“Do you know who the Hokage is, Naruto?” Minato asked weakly.

“Oh, yeah!” Naruto said. “Old man Third!”

“It’s not the Fourth?” Minato asked weakly.

Naruto shook his head vigorously. “Nope! ‘Cause he’s dead.”

Minato did not have Tobirama’s theories on time travel memorized, but he had read through them. One theory was that true time travel wasn’t possible. Time was just infinite probabilities, constantly diverging with every decision anyone ever made, and one couldn’t go back in time because time simply wasn’t linear like that.

But one could hop into a different probability. A different timeline, where things played out just slightly differently.

Minato also knew there was no way to fake a Hiraishin marker. His past self in this timeline made one and put it in this boy, the same way he’d wanted to do for baby Naruto when he realized the baby had to become the Kyuubi’s next container, before everything collapsed into Minato’s first and greatest failure as a father.

Minato put his head between his knees and concentrated on breathing.

“Whoa, mister!” Naruto cried and helpfully patted his back. “Are you sure you’re a ninja? You don’t seem very tough.”

Minato laughed weakly, staring at the dark grass from between his knees. “You said you wouldn’t make fun of me.”

“Yeah, well…” Naruto stuttered out.

Naruto.

Minato sat up and looked at his son. It was too dark to see every detail of Nruto’s face, but now that Minato knew to look, he looked just like Kushina. He even had the unusually chubby cheeks Kushina had hated as a kid.

He wanted to hug him, to kiss his cheeks and beg for forgiveness.

He also knew that would probably freak the poor kid out.

“Sorry, Naruto,” he said finally. “I have… I have more questions. Can we go inside somewhere?”

Naruto squinted at him.

“Are you some kind of loser ninja?” he asked. “You’re crying.”

Minato laughed. He was crying. How embarrassing.

#this is so terrible guys i don't even LIKE naruto #i just want a cute kid fic and NEVER find good ones #my writing

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