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sprout-fics · 8 months

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No no you don't understand.

I need. I need these boys to decide that having four separate residences is far too much of a hassle when they're all involved in a committed relationship with each other and with you. The constant shuffling from flat to flat to Price's too small house with the tiny garden isn't enough. I need them to spend weeks looking at finances and listings and finally settling on a huge, neglected property in the countryside surrounded by farmland and walking lanes.

I need them to show up to this place and seeing the shutters hanging by a single nail, cobwebs collecting in corners and overgrown hedges leading up to the house. I need them to roll up their sleeves and set to putting the place to rights with enthusiasm turned frustration turned delight as they work.

Soap gleefully knocks down walls, Simon keeps Gaz from falling off the roof by catching his pant leg while they mend the singles, Price stands in the garage and tries to figure out the lawnmower that may be older than them all. You focus on logistics of ordering furniture, feel the boys pass by behind you and point out things they like and dislike, squabble over details like gaming systems and couches. They enlist your help in cleaning the chimney, and you laugh when you end up covered in soot.

The plumbing systems are upgraded, new windows are installed, you pick out some fancy lighting fixtures that Simon nearly drops while putting them up. You help Price put down new wood floors, and rub his shoulders while you take a break in the afternoon sunshine. You and Gaz travel to the furniture store about an hour away still covered in paint from trying swatches for your bedroom, and end up needing to come back for a second trip to buy all the linens and towels you all could possibly need (they're on sale)

The boys watch on with exhaustion and pride as you command the movers to place the new dining table and bed frames where they need to go, and they grumble when you turn to them expectantly to do the rest of the work. Gaz gets out of it by offering to make you all a home cooked meal, and you all slouch around your new tables with full bellies and warm hearts.

You get dirt under your fingernails as you plant violets by the front gate, and Simon takes you by the back door to show you a vixen and her two kits playing just beyond the fence. You await Price's return from the recycling center eagerly to show him the finished tile in the bathroom, your cheek flecked with caulk. You watch his smile, hear Soap's delighted laughter from the attic as he discovers an aged, unopened bottle of scotch left by the previous owners.

It takes weeks, months for you all to put the place in order, and by the end of it all you're exhausted. When the mailbox is fixed at last, you all look to each other as if to say 'Is this it? Is this everything?' and try to remember the things you forgot. There are none.

Price makes you all a pot roast that night, and you and Gaz set to making enough sides to feed a small army. It's the best meal you've ever had. After, when the dishes are done and drying, Soap puts on a movie that you all watch with bleary eyes. You fall asleep against Simon's shoulder, sharing a blanket with Gaz. The fireplace flickers warmly. The movie fades to a distant murmur. You hear Price say something clever, hear Soap snort as you drift off.

You're home.

#poly 141 #poly 141 x reader #141 x reader #task force 141 #tf 141 #x reader #musings #Daydream domesticity fantasy au

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anadiasmount · 2 months

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something about dad!jude porfavorrrrr I need this in my life 😍😍😍 I feel like Jude would be such a good dad especially with a little girl. Aaaaaaa porfa haz esto

amorcito te quiero tanto, por eso te escribo este blurb para ti!! 😘 haven’t been okay since that pic with a little baby 😔💔

“look who it is ellie! it’s dada!” you say in a baby voice, jude walking in and immediately rushing to both of you. your daughter excitedly gasped and kicked her feet, anxious to be in her daddies hold. jude kisses her chubby cheeks and forehead, whispering just how much he missed her and you.

jude placed her on his side, his hand brushing your cheek and capturing your lips in an awaited kiss. just a couple days apart but it drive him crazy. he hated being away especially when the two of you were left alone. “how are you? was she okay?” he asked, walking into the kitchen hearing ellie blabbering.

“more than okay, she slept through all the nights, maybe woke up once or twice but overall she did so good,” you sighed, making a cup of tea for the two of you since it was late. you wore one of jude’s oversized tees and a pair of cookie monster oh shorts. jude finding it hard to be away, especially with his daughter along him.

he missed the two of you terribly. his thoughts constantly consumed at how you were doing? what you were up to? if you were okay? he was super protective and only wanted the best for his girls. “i missed you so much little one, tore my heart when i saw you crying when i left,” jude pouted before blowing raspberries in her neck and tummy, loud giggle taking over the room.

when jude had away games, he had to leave with his daughter clung into him, tears in her big brown eyes, repeatedly calling out for him as a sign to not go. it was always such a hard thing and he felt guilty leaving you with her in that state.

“did so good for mommy! that means i’ll buy you ice cream, new bows for your hair and a new toy,” he promises seeing her make an o shape with her mouth and looking at you in shock. the two of you copying her which made her squeal. “she is so big now,” jude said sadly, looking into his daughters eyes, ellie offering a toothy smile. “can you stay this tiny?”

you wrapped your hand around his bicep, kissing it before slowly rubbing away the food on ellie’s mouth, pushing her wet and already coated with products curls up. the night shower going to help her fall asleep, all through the night once again. ellie yawned, leaning her head on her daddies shoulder, tiny hand also coming up to lay beneath her her cheek.

jude rubbed his hand against her back, cooing her to sleep. he grabbed her milk and pouring into her disney princess themed bottle, also grabbing her binkie just incase. “you got it or want me to do it?” you ask him, also yawning due to how late it was. “i can do it, just wait for me in our room, i’ll be there soon,” he pecked your lips sealing the promise.

he walked into ellie’s room, turning on the air humidifier, and lamp in the corner of her room. changing her into a new diaper as she fought her sleep. jude sat on the rocking chair, ellie laying in his arms as he gave her the bottle and read a book quietly to her. it seemed like she wanted to stay up, but it was past her bedtime and she needed to sleep.

jude stood up after reading three books, rocking her gently and softly side to side, her binkie now in her mouth as she slowly fluttered her eyes to sleep. “you’re so beautiful ellie, i love you so much my sweet girl…” he sang and hummed the lullabies you sing to her when she was with you. kissing her cheeks and curls, once she finally fell asleep in his arms, grabbing the back of her head gently and placing her in the crib.

“shh, shh, shh, shh,” jude said softly, fixing her small pillow and covering her with a blanket, tucking her teddy bear next to her and the binkie as well. jude fixed the baby camera grabbing the charged screen and shutting the lights off. he put back the books and took the empty bottle with him as well. he closed the door to her room as quiet as possible, going downstairs to wash the bottle and coming back up immediately.

“i brought her a new one, just incase she does wake up at night,” jude said to you, placing the small bottle into the tiny fridge you had. “thank you handsome,” you spoke tiredly, wanting nothing more than to finally sleep. jude checked on ellie one more time through the baby monitor, seeing her sound asleep with her arms up.

“was she fussy?”

“nope not at all. she fought her sleep but that was all,” he said laying next to you, bringing yo to his side and kissing you deeply. “i want another baby,” jude pouted. you giggled, “i know you do… but i want to enjoy our time with ellie first, see her grow up and enjoy our time a bit before bringing another baby into our lives.”

“you’re such a good dad to her jude, she’s so lucky to have you, i’m so lucky to have you! but seeing you with our ellie it’s just so pure and a different love. you’re a natural, so loving, gentle, and you spoil her like crazy…” you whisper, making jude nervous and shy.

“a natural? really?”

“mhmm. it’s like you were made or were already ready for this dad life,” you nod kissing his jaw. “i love you y/n. i hope you know that making you my wife has been the most amazing decision ever. and make you a mommy as well,” jude teased, feeling the gently slap in his chest. “seriously, thank you for bringing and carrying my ellie to us…”

the next morning jude was up first, leaving a kiss on your head before grabbing the monitor and seeing ellie awake. jude smiled wide, making grabby hands at her when she grabbed onto the railings almost jumping in excitement. “good morning my sweet angel! how’d you sleep?” he kissed all over her face, pushing her coils back as she squealed loudly.

jude put the baby monitor to charge, walking downstairs to the kitchen and pouring her juice in a bottle. “let’s make you and mommy some breakfast okay?” jude said, still carrying her since she refused to be put down. he made coffee and cut up some fruit for ellie, siting her in her high chair.

he poured the coffee in the mugs, fixing the plate with eggs, fruit, utensils, syrup and small waffles in the breakfast stand. carding both his daughter and the food all the way upstairs. “go go go! go wake mommy up,” jude ushered, laughing at ellie crawling rapidly to you.

someone tugging on your hair woke you up, seeing your daughter clapping as she giggled. “hi good morning my silly ellie girl,” you kissed her head sitting up and rubbing your eyes. jude came to your side, rubbing your back with his hand and offering you coffee, “me and ellie made breakfast for you.”

“did you really? you helped daddy?” you praise her, ellie siting on your lap as you took a sip of coffee. jude say next to you, kissing you and whispering a good morning before feeding ellie some breakfast and her silly cup with juice.

“would exchange anything to spend my morning like this with my beautiful girls…”

#judey thoughts 5️⃣#jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham blurb

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kooqitas · 19 days

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— beer & brother's friend ... ★

#pairing: seungcheol X reader. #synopsis: your brother goes out to buy fast food, leaving you and seungcheol alone at home. #tags: pwp, vaginal sex, fingering, kitchen sex, spit, creampie. #notes: my first story with seventeen i hope you like it guys!!! #wc: 1,3k

is almost 8pm when you listen your brother laughs so loud, so you go to the kitchen, noticing the all beers bottle that was in the table.

"oh, really guys, did you even call me?"

the first thing that you noticed was how handsome seungcheol looked.

you brother, vernon, and seungcheol was friends a few years, since you and your brother living together, sometimes seungcheol go to the apartament and drink some beers ou watches some movies with vernon.

and yes, sure, cheol always being handsome, and you know that a few months ago he started the gym, you always see his posts on instagram, but damn, his so fucking hot personally.

"so, the princess came to join the commoners" seungcheol played with you.

"i want, but no one invited me..." you pretend a sad face.

"bla bla bla" vernon said. "it even feels like i need to call you for drink"

maybe now, seeing that who is in your home, you probably would dress better, like, the small shorts and thin shirt made you so... basic.

whatever, you take a beer and sit on table with the two guys.

sitting next to cheol, you smell his perfume, damn, he's unbearably hot! it's not like you didn't already know this, but in the last few months he was pushing the limits, having the guy so close to you was making you easily horny.

you drank A LOT a little, the alcohol making you burn every time seungcheol's knee touched yours. the three of you would talk about anything, your brother being visibly the only sober one there.

"i think that i wont see you since you started dating, how's going?" seungcheol questioned, taking a beer in his lips.

"she broke up, his boyfriend cheated her... with her friend" vernon laughed, your brother really gave you all emotional support, but now his just laughs a lot.

"shut up!"

"oh, is real?" cheol questioned. "i'm so sorry for that!"

"she don't care" your brother said again. "she cheated him back... with his brother."

"WITH WHOM? oh god!"

"guys... i'm still on this table..." you said.

"and i'm not!" vernon joked. "i'm taking the fries, give me a second"

so your brother go to cooktop, leaving you and seungcheol alone.

seungcheol had a look that you couldn't identify, but it gave you goosebumps, the truth is that you always had a crush on your brother's friend, but for obvious reasons you had never tried anything, it didn't even seem like something reciprocated.

but seungcheol was so fucking hot, you definitely wanted to kiss him.

"oh... his brother?" he asked, a kinda unbeliever.

"is not a big deal, ok? his fucked with my friend, i just... go deeper... isn't my fault, his brother fucked me too, like, i'm not haved sex alone..."

"yeah, sure, i understand..." his said.

"oh, really?"

he approached, whispering in you ear.

"sure, like, if i was his brother, i wanted to fuck with you too... actually, wouldn't even wait for him to cheat you for that."

cheol laughs, squeezing your thigh in a less than affectionate way, his eyes are dark.

fuck, he was hitting on you?

"guys, the fries burned..." vernon laughed.

"oh, i'm really hungry now..." you said, looking to cheol.

yes, maybe the food that you want its other...

"i can go to the mc if you want!" cheol sayed to you and vernon.

"oh, definitely NO, you are drunk. i'll go, just let me change de clothes."

your brother went to the room, and seungcheol's dark gaze stayed on you, along with the unchaste caress on your thigh, which rose even further towards the hem of the tiny shorts you were wearing.

vernon came back, saying he would return in 20 minutes and asking you not to break anything in the house.

when your brother left, the amount of dirty thoughts that passed through your mind scared you, you knew you found seungcheol attractive, but wanting to take off your clothes and lie on the table asking him to fuck you wasn't the best thing to think about right now.

you got up, going to get another beer from the fridge, but you were scared by the large body that pressed you against it.

"c-cheol, wh-?"

"tell me that your pretty whore face was a request to me, please!"

"my-my?"

"i’ve been wanting to fuck you for so long... and when i found the courage to admit it, you started dating." he laughed with a laugh that bordered on despair.

what do you mean he wanted to fuck you?

“vernon could come home in any min-”

"i promise to be quick, i know you're wet, hm?" he said kissing your neck, pressing his hips into your waist, making you feel his cock. "i've been like this since i saw you enter that damn kitchen, i planned to wait for your brother to sleep so i could come to your room but..." he kissed your jaw, and you were already overcome by lust. "let me have you now!"

you didn't respond, not verbally, you just took his hand down your shorts, showing the damage your own thoughts had done to you.

he was agile in placing two fingers inside your wet hole, making you moan at the sensation.

"are you already open for me, kitty? if you're a good girl now, when your brother sleeps, i promise to come into your room and make you cum in my mouth... but now let me fuck you with my dick, hm? "

"f-"

you don’t even know how he was so fast, but in the next second you felt his cock inside you, spreading you open as he stuck his tongue in your mouth.

his tongue tasted like beer, and you moaned when it came into contact with yours at the same time as every inch of him entered you further.

"tight pussy, but accepting me so well..." he said before thrusting once, the shock of his balls hitting you.

“fuck” you moaned, closing your eyes, planting your nails on his arm. the mix of lust and burning.

"no, princess, look that... you're taking me so well..." he forces you to look down, increasing the speed of his thrust as he lifts your two legs, intertwining them with his thighs.

you are literally open to seungcheol, he pushes you against the fridge while he fucks you, seeming to take away all the time he wanted you, you feel his vision get blurred with so much information.

"i've wanted to fuck you for so long, you finally broke with your pathetic boyfriend."

he pushes you further against the fridge, lowering the strap of your shirt and exposing one of your nipples, seungcheol spits on one of them before starting to stimulate it with his fingers, using the spit to lub.

"you're always going to give me that cunt now, right? so delicious..."

he kisses you, and then begins to stimulate your clit, sloppy circles taking you to heaven and hell at the same time.

"i'll-"

"please smear my dick all over with your cream, love!"

the touch on your clit becoming firmer as he stuck his tongue back into your mouth, and you came..

the laugh he gave when he felt your cum was one of the most exciting things you had ever heard in your life.

"hold on a little, princess." he said kissing his neck and he didn't stop thrusting into you.

and then he came. filling you completely with his cum.

seungcheol continues thrusting for a few seconds, his cum making his dick slide even better.

"we n-need to stop, my brother..."

"oh right." he releases you. "can we talk about this later?" he questions when he sees you heading towards the bathroom, you nod.

and it takes less than two minutes for vernon to get into the house.

shit, you guys forgot to clean the floor.

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luveline · 2 years

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okok if you'd be into it, maybe Roan seeing reader in the supermarket and slipping away from Eddie to go and say hi? like he looks down from where he was reading the label on something and just panics 'cause wheredidshegoohmygod

you are the GOAT babe! absolutely best idea ever ever I owe u my life. kind of single dad Eddie losing his mind while u and his kid bond <3 | fem!reader

Eddie's completely unaware that you're even at Bradley's Big Buy. Him and Roan have only stopped by for some princess bandaids to cover her skimmed knees. She's calmer now she knows the princess bandaids are an inevitability, but she'd been near inconsolable on the drive here.

"You feeling better?" he asks hopefully, swinging her small hand gently as he walks.

He's taking slow steps to match her. They've made a one minute walk to the toiletries into five minutes and counting.

"Maybe," she says.

He almost regrets teaching her the word 'maybe'. Everything is maybe these days.

"What can I do to get a 'yes', huh?"

She wriggles her fingers in his. He gives her a nice squeeze and waits hopefully, pulling her past the aisle of shampoos and then the aisle of deodorants to the one beside it, first aid and ointments and things.

"Y/N," she says with surety.

"She's coming over again next week, babe."

"Now?" she says, or asks.

He stops in front of the plasters. "I wish, sweetheart. Alright, here's the bandaids... But where..." He frowns at the lack of pink bandaids and kneels down to search for them. There's puppies and sharks and fall leaves, but no princesses. He drops Roan's hand to push a box of plain bandaids aside. "You got along so well, I know she's excited to see you too, but I can't just ask her to come over. Well, maybe I can. How many dates do you go on before you..." He peers behind the boxes. Not a princess in sight.

He pulls away. "Baby, I don't think they have any-" Eddie stops short, a placating speech caught in his throat when he realises his daughter is nowhere to be seen.

"Roan?" he asks. With no time for her to answer, he repeats, "Roan?" loudly, loud enough to draw stares.

He swings his gaze one way and then the other, praying for a hint of her. The bounce of her little dark bunches or the flare of her dress dungarees.

Roan can hear her dad calling her, she just doesn't care. She'd seen you standing in the shampoo aisle debating between bottles and needed to come and see you.

You shrug and drop a blue bottle that brags moisture and definition into the basket and go to move to the deodorants in the next aisle when you feel something tug your skirt.

You look down and see a little kid.

"Hi, baby, are you lo- Roan?"

Hard to confuse her honey brown eyes for anyone else, you stop short when you realise it's Eddie's baby.

Roan finally has confirmation that it's you and shouts exuberantly, "Y/N!"

Your heart melts. Capital M, melts. You're putty in her tiny hands. "Well hi, princess."

She beams wide as she can and holds up her arms. It's a struggle to pull her into your chest — you're not as adept as juggling her with one full hand as Eddie is and you doubt you ever will be — but you make up for your clumsiness with pure adoration. She's just as pretty as her dad and twice as charming, wrapping her arms around your neck and ducking her forehead to your collar in a hug.

"Aw," you croon, patting her back. "Hi, baby. How are you?"

"I got an owie," she says very quietly. There's a soft whine to her voice like she might cry.

You encourage her head back to look at her. "Yeah? What have you hurt, sweetheart? And where's your daddy?"

You look over her head suddenly, half-expecting Eddie to be standing there watching. He's not. The aisle is completely empty. You walk to the end of the aisle in hopes that he's gonna be coming around the corner. No dice.

"Roan, where's daddy?" you ask seriously.

She looks as pensive as a three year old can. "I want the princess ones."

"Princess what?" you ask distractedly, eyes searching the store for Eddie.

Music plays loudly over the speakers, an old Bowie song. You can barely hear her answer. "For the owies."

You make a decision without thinking. Yes, Eddie's probably very worried that Roan isn't with him, but she keeps talking about a mysterious owie and you'd found her by herself, so you prioritise her hurting over his.

Sorry, Eddie, you think.

"What did you hurt? D'you wanna show me?"

She points down.

You hold her away from you (kind of, this carrying thing is hard) and find the rips in her thick wool tights edged in red.

"Oh no! You poor girl, I know that must've hurt. Did daddy kiss them better?" you ask sympathetically, wincing as you assess the surface scrapes on her knees. Bloody, but with no deep cuts you think she'll be okay.

"Yeah," she says tearfully. To your horror, her eyes start to well up. You've reminded her that she's hurting. It's not a good move.

"Oh no," you repeat, rubbing up and down the breadth of her back.

She's heavier than she looks and your basket makes your wrist ache but you refuse to put her down. Her crumpled face strikes a fear like God and you reckon putting her down will make it a whole lot worse.

You've yet to see her tantrum as Eddie promises she does. This feels awful enough, you decide, to see her actually upset about something. You flail to make her feel better.

"What can I do, sweetheart? Shall we go find you some bandaids?" you ask softly. She nod slow and rubs her eyes with her fists.

You hike her up your chest and move out of the aisle. As soon as you do you're almost knocked over, a fast-moving body smashing into your basket and tugging your arm. You shriek and Roan shrieks and Eddie stops in front of you, dark curls framing a frantic face, and says, "Thank fuck."

"Don't repeat that," you tell Roan.

"Y/N," Eddie says. Your name is sweet on his lips, affection and relief and gratitude. "Oh my god."

He laughs and then keels over.

"Eddie!" You drop your basket and it slams to the floor, reaching for his back.

"I'm okay!" he says, equally abrupt and stressed. He scratches two hands through his hair before he emerges and scrapes it all away from his cheeks, eyes bright.

He takes a deep breath. His chest rises.

His laugh is nice. You've heard it before. This one is sunshine in sound.

"I think I just had a heart attack."

"Oh my god."

"You're in my bad books," he says to Roan pointedly, glaring.

She glares back. It's amazing to you how they mimic each other, intentionally or otherwise. Twin scrunched noses, twin sloped eyebrows.

Then he dips forward and kisses her sloppy on the cheek. His smell washes over you, the unmistakable stick of engine oil hidden by too much laundry detergent. It's endearing. It makes you want a kiss on the cheek too.

"Baby," he says, voice all drama. It takes you a while to realise he's speaking to you. "I owe you my life."

"Well... actually, I think it might've been my fault. She knew it was me and-" Your eyes blow wide. "Eddie, she skimmed her knees."

"I know," he says, reaching out to squeeze your shoulder. You can feel the clear indent of every finger pressing into your skin. "That's why we're here, for princess bandaids."

He rolls his eyes as if to say, what can you do? Though his voice had been so soft when he'd reassured you, like he'd understood the stress. Well, of course he had. He knows it better than you ever could.

"Princess bandaids," you repeat, stroking a rogue curl out of Roan's eyes. She shys at your tone, fondness for her doubled now you have some context. Princess ones, princess bandaids.

"You heard about 'em?" Eddie asks knowingly.

"All about 'em." You remember yourself and move your hands to under her armpits. "Speaking of..."

Eddie holds his hands out and takes her. Upset in remembering her injured knees she goes without a fuss, clearly craving her dad's comfort. She tucks her face into his neck and all but disappears into his hair. Eddie wraps her up tight, the last bit of nervous tension he'd been holding slipping away.

"We should go get some," he finishes.

You shift onto the side of your foot. "Maybe I can help look?" you ask.

Eddie grins at you. It's a cheeky kind of smile.

I see through you, it says.

"What do you think, baby? Think Y/N can come help us find some bandaids for your owie?" he murmurs.

She mutters something into his neck. He whispers something back, pats the top of her shoulders, and kisses her head.

"What'd she say?" you ask apprehensively.

Your awkward smile must amuse him, must endear him, something, because he smiles at you with his lashes kissing in the corners and elbows you with a great laugh.

"She asked if you'd kiss her owies too."

Oh my god. "Of course I will."

"That's what I told her," he says.

You pick up your basket and trip over yourself as you follow him into the first aid aisle. You're frenetic and awkward under Eddie's steady gaze, a bumbling mess of nerves and shakey giggles, but when it's your turn to kiss Roan's scraped knees, you're perfect.

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piratefishmama · 5 months

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I Wish | Part 1

The trailer was quiet when he pulled up into the loose gravel driveway; Wayne probably already off to work.

With his bag in hand, he hopped out and trekked through the snow covered stones up to the door, unlocked it and stepped through. He kicked his dirty boots against the doorway to loosen the snow caking them, took them off, and trudged through to his room, throwing his bag onto the edge of the bed as he walked through.

It fell to the floor almost immediately.

It made a sound. A harsh clink of a sound that rattled his brain, had the memory of a bottle full of liquid rushing to the forefront of his mind from the depths it’d hidden itself in.

Not where it’d come from, just that it was there.

He’d bought things that could be ruined by liquid. The intricate scarf, the dice bag he’d gotten for free, even the wooden mug might have been marred by a glittering liquid of unknown consistency.

In a panic, Eddie rushed forwards and gathered up the bag, immediately pulling it open and rifling through for any sign of disaster, only finding the purchases he remembered, and the mysterious little paper bag that he’d forgotten.

“What the...” he mumbled, before pulling the paper bag out and placing his bigger bag back down on the bed. “Where the hell did you come from?” Another soft mumble to himself, he did that a lot when Wayne wasn’t around, and as usual no answer came.

With a small frown pinching his brow he reached into the paper bag, and pulled out the little bottle within.

It was warm in his hand, the warmth tingling his fingers, eyes locked on the gentle swirl of the galaxy within it, marred only a little by a smudge on the otherwise clean, coloured glass. Just a smudge, just a tiny little smudge, he wouldn’t care usually, it was a pretty thing he didn’t really remember buying, probably just something he’d picked up along the walk through.

It didn’t matter, the smudge, something he would have usually ignored, was annoying him.

It shouldn’t be there, that weird little smudge, couldn’t even place what it was, it was just... a smudge. A bit of dirt. Maybe some dust. No idea where it’d come from, was it always there? He didn’t remember. Barely even remembered buying the thing, but it was annoying regardless.

He’d never felt compelled to clean before yet there he was, unable to think of doing anything but pulling his sleeve over his palm, and rubbing that stupid little smudge until it disappeared.

Only that wasn’t all it did.

The bottle shook, it sparked, electricity danced along the thick glass surface, wind seemed to blow from no actual source, Eddie dropped the bottle with a startled “the FUCK?!” A reflex that he couldn’t help but do when he saw the electricity, he dropped it, it rolled under his bed, and suddenly his room was filled with a glittering purple smoke as if some kind of bomb had gone off, the smoke billowing out from under his bed on all sides until he couldn’t see his bed anymore.

Until he couldn’t really see much of anything.

His hands reflexively covered his eyes to protect them from not just the smoke, but the glow that’d slowly begun breaking through the clouds.

He rushed to open a window, open a door, do something to clear out the smoke, but it didn’t budge, it didn’t move from his room, swirling slow around the bedroom like the galaxy within the bottle, filling his room until he could see nothing but the deep purple smog, and the glow at its centre.

Then all of a sudden, it vanished. Or rather it was sucked inwards, all that smoke, the glittery purple smog and the glow at its centre rapidly caved in on itself, revealing at that centre… a man.

A lone man sat atop his bed. A… well Eddie didn’t really know how else to describe him other than… golden, man.

His skin sun-kissed to a point where it shimmered in the light of the overhead bulb as if he’d been airbrushed with a dusting of golden glitter and decorated with a nights skies worth of constellation-like moles. His thick, full hair was a dark brown with honey gold highlights, it was tied at the back, the loose ponytail long enough to brush his mid-back with short layers around his nape to hide where the ponytail began.

He was dressed in clothes not dissimilar to what Eddie had seen at the Faire, loose fitting fabrics, no real fineries to speak of, just… peasant garb, his cream, long sleeved shirt a deep V neck with a thick thread loosely criss-crossed over the opening, the deep V revealing a dense patch of hair across his chest, darker than that on his head.

His pants were some kind of cotton material, loose but practical, and around his waist was a red fabric wrap.

He didn’t wear shoes. He wore no jewellery besides a simple band around his forehead made of silver, and a twinkling rose-gold anklet tightly clasped just above his ankle, with a lengthy chain tail that appeared long enough for it to clasp a little looser if the wearer desired.

The man turned his attention, his hazel-green eyes to Eddie, and smiled.

“She gotcha, huh?”

Eddie blinked once, then twice, and then promptly passed the fuck out.

He came too not on the floor, but cushioned by what felt like the couch, something that was confirmed when he lifted his head to take stock of his surroundings. He didn’t… remember what’d happened though, did he fall asleep? It was dark outside, had he laid down and just… fallen asleep out in the living room? Did he—

“How’s your head, big guy?” Eddie startled, sitting up straight he was slammed by the memory of the man on his bed, whacked right round the head by the memories of glowing purple smoke, glitter, of galaxies in forgettable little bottles.

He was sat there, in the middle of the room, on the carpet, his legs crossed in front of him just. Watching him with wide unblinking, downturned eyes. Impossibly golden. Beautiful.

“Who—what—whe—”

“Stephan, Genie, The Crone sold me to you, although you probably don’t remember that last bit, they never do.” Did that answer any of his questions, yes and no, it both did and did not. “Listen, to cut things short, you attended a festival, right?”

“Uhm… a Faire, Renaissance Faire.”

“Renna—okay whatever, it’s a kind of festival though, right?” Eddie wordlessly nodded “okay, so you got grabbed by The Crone. She’s a sorceress, she goes from festival to festival, grabs some unsuspecting human, and sells my bottle to them. Then you forget it happened until you get to somewhere safe, something reminds you of the bottle, you see the smudge, rub the bottle, and poof, out I come. It’s fool proof.”

“… What’s fool proof?”

“What I just—the process, Eddie, what I just told you, the process, her process, everything she does, it’s completely fool proof, it’s never failed.” Now, Eddie never claimed to be stupid. In fact he loudly declared at any opportune moment that his academic career was simply marred by the looming ghastly shadow of his fathers’ behaviour. That he’d have been fine, he’d have passed with flying colours in all of his subjects had his father not been a great heaving pile of shit, with a stench so vile it marred all future generations in the eyes of Hawkins residents.

Yet this? Whatever the fuck this was? Beyond him. So far beyond him he felt dwarfed by how lost he was before it all.

“Uh…” so eloquent. What were words? Wait— “how do you know my name?”

“You opened my bottle.” As if that answered everything, thankfully the man realised that it didn’t, because he rolled his eyes as if so very put upon, and continued “It’s part of the magic, the person who opens my bottle, becomes my master, I know my masters name, that’s just the way it is. Plus I may have snooped.” Eddie frowned “Oh c’mon you were out for two hours, of course I snooped! You had notebooks open on your desk, ‘property of Eddie Munson’, that’s you, yes?” He already knew it was him.

He wasn’t lying, opening the bottle gave him just enough knowledge of the opener to have an awkward and stilted conversation with them once they realised they weren’t dreaming. Or in Eddie’s case, once they woke up.

“…Magic?”

“Mhm, Genie.” ‘Stephan’ nodded his head affirmative. “We are the embodiment of magic.” He said with a flourish of his hands.

“G—Genie… Genie? Like… three wishes, Genie?”

“Genuinely wish I knew where that comes from, no, Eddie. Genie, yes. Three wishes? No. Unlimited wishes. You have my bottle, it’s yours until you either accidentally kill yourself, someone kills you, or you voluntarily wish me back to the bottle. Disclaimer because this has happened twice now, forcing me back into my bottle relinquishes your ownership of it, and I return to The Crone to be sold anew. If you tire of me, you simply need only wish me back to my bottle, and I will go. You will not get back whatever you paid for me, that is what you used to forge the contract.”

“Whoa whoa whoa, accidentally what myself?” And contract?! What contract?! “Someone kills me?! What?!”

Had he wandered upon some kind of fae? No surely they didn’t exist. But then Genie. Or maybe insane homeless person who broke in. It wasn’t like he was dressed in ‘fine garbs and jewels’ like Genies usually were, right?

“Kill yourself. Or someone kills you yes. Second disclaimer, irresponsible wishing can and will cause death. If you can catch it before you perish, you can retract it no harm no foul, however you have to speak your retraction, you have to wish for your retraction. The dead do not speak, Eddie, and they certainly do not wish. Same goes for someone killing you. I would tell as few people as possible about me, humans are greedy and they don’t understand how the contract works. You can’t just steal my bottle. Upon your demise I will return directly to The Crone, she will sell my bottle to another unsuspecting human and the cycle will start anew. You cannot steal a genie, but thieving humans do not know that.”

“Okay can I wake up now?” Surely he was still unconscious, surely he was dreaming, he had to be, genies didn’t exist, magic didn’t exist, he’d been playing D&D long enough to know things like magic didn’t exist. He was not about to become one of those people who swore blind that things in D&D were real.

He wasn’t. He wouldn’t become one of them.

“You’re not dreaming, I can pinch you if you like?” Eddie pinched himself, hissing a sharp ‘ow’ immediately after “or you can pinch yourself, whatever.” ‘Stephan’ shrugged his broad shoulders.

“Why aren’t you dressed like a Genie?”

“How many Genie’s have you met to know what one dresses like?”

“Touche. Can you prove it?”

Stephan smiled at him, all teeth, his eyes twinkling with amusement, and maybe magic. Handsome. He was handsome. Unfairly so really, Eddie was trying very hard to ignore it. “Your wish is my command, Master, you need only speak it, and it shall be done.” He was failing to ignore it. “What do you wish of me?” He was really failing to ignore it.

But what could he wish for? Something big enough that it couldn’t possibly be faked, something fantastical enough that it’d prove Stephan was what he said he was, something completely and utterly unexplainable by anything other than real genuine magic. Something completely life changing in every way shape and form.

Something— “I wish my band, Corroded Coffin, was world famous.”

Part 3

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zyonsay · 4 months

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Hello! Could i ask for some super niche things about max's relationshoip w his bf? Thankl you so much :DD

Niche Relationship Hcs MV1

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: The title!

Reader: Male/Genderneutral

Warnings: None

Now playing: 'Salvatore' by Lana del Rey

AN: Hey anon! Sorry for taking so long to make this... I try to do request in order they were sent in and i got really busy in the last few weeks! I hope you like it nevertheless <3

Max’s schedule is annoyingly busy, he’d rather be with you than having to attend press conferences and PR related appointments. But, no matter how busy he gets, he will always leave you a small note on your bedside table or on the fridge door. ‘Hey baby! Hope you have a great day, can’t wait to see you in the evening!’, along with a scribbly smiley and a few hearts.

I’ve mentioned this in all the Hcs I’ve ever written about him, BUT: He’ll always be touching you in some way. They are light, innocent touches like a hand on your back while you’re walking through a crowded area or his head on your shoulder while you’re cooking him some soup while he’s sick.

THE shirt. On your very first date, Max had worn a light blue dress shirt, which accentuated the blue hues in his eyes perfectly. Sadly, at the end of the night he accidentally spilled red wine on it. The Bordeaux red liquid left terrible stains on the light fabric, the only thing he could do was throw it in the bin, but this was THE shirt he wore on his first date with you, he could never throw it away! This snowballed into a running joke and to this day, the shirt remains in a picture frame on the wall. Whenever you have guests over, they’ll ask about it and Max loves an excuse to talk about you guys’ first date.

The dutch definitely likes to spoil you, so loads of gifts come naturally when dating him. But it’s not in a show-off type of way, he doesn’t just randomly buy you a sports car or another 4’000-dollar Bengal cat. It’s smaller, more practical gifts. Your favorite perfume is empty? He picked up another bottle of it when he went grocery shopping. You lost your favorite pen? Not even a day after there’s a new pack of the same ones on your desk, doesn’t matter if you’ve already found the ‘lost’ pen, which actually just rolled under your bed. Max loves seeing that shy little grin on your face when you tell him that he didn’t need to buy it.

A sort of ritual you and Max began was playing Mario Kart. Yes, when you get bored you two play on the switch together, but it’s become a tradition to play it the night before the Quali race. It’s some good old lighthearted fun, to settle down and relax before the stressful weekend began.

Even if Max himself isn’t a great cook himself, he loves to create dishes with you. If you know a lot of things about cooking (or maybe you’re a chef), he’ll ask many questions and try to get better. Believe it or not, this man couldn’t cook an egg when you two first got together!

Max travels often, either for Races or different press conferences, there’s always something up. He likes travelling by plane, but usually he sleeps through the flight. But there’s a very specific reason for that! The dutch likes to sew, he used to watch his mother sew his karting suits together when he tore it. You on the other hand, struggled with it. You never knew how long the thread had to be, or which setting you needed to use on the sewing machine. But, Max gladly helped you and with your new set of skills you had sewn him a pillow, as a small gift. It was a tiny bit wonky, but it came from your heart and he appreciated that. Before every flight, especially when you can’t accompany him on it, he’ll spray a little bit of your perfume on the pillow. As soon as he rests his head against it while gazing at the clowds, he sinks in your sweet scent. He’ll fall asleep swiftly, with a gentle smile on his face.

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ashwhowrites · 6 months

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Eddie x Reader cute fluff? Eddie's girlfriend's birthday is coming up, and he wants to get her something special that he's sure she'll love. His girlfriend really likes looking and playing around with scents, loves candles and perfume. Eddie buys her a cute perfume from the case at a store. He makes the mistake of not testing it before he buys it, he just thinks the bottle is really pretty and the name is cute. And he's so proud of himself when he sees his girlfriend’s reaction when she opens it. That is until she does a test on her wrist and it smells DISGUSTING! like wet dog or dead or something....poor Eddie, least he tried...

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it! Thank you for requesting <3

Perfume

Y/N's birthday was coming up and Eddie had no clue what to get her. Eddie barely had a girlfriend....ever. And now he has to buy her gifts? He searched through every magazine she owned, but she had nothing circled. Which confused him, whenever he had a magazine, Wayne told him to circle the things he liked. But her magazines were just people and drama.

Anytime they went to the mall, he kept a close eye on what she looked at. That's when it clicked, he noticed she stopped at the same perfume shop every single time. She'd pick up bottles, spray them on her arm, and smell it. She'd have Eddie smell the ones she liked. Eddie cursed himself for not remembering the bottles.

But it was perfume! All perfume had to smell good, that's what it was meant to do.

He walked into the shop alone, eyeing the pink, red, blue, and countless colors of bottles. He had a good amount of money saved from deals, so he knew he could afford a pricey bottle.

"Need any help, sir?" A lady asked, usually, Eddie ran from any type of interaction with anyone. But he knew he needed the help. She looked older, with grey hair, and wrinkles around her eyes. He felt like she could be trusted.

"Yes, my girlfriend loves perfumes but I have no idea what to get her."

The lady nodded and led him to a tiny table in the very back of the store. The bottles looked a little bland, nothing fancy like she always picked. But he didn't want to be rude, the lady walked him there. The least he could do was look around.

But then she didn't leave. She stood next to him the whole time. He felt panicked by being watched. He felt like he needed to grab a bottle from this table.

"See one you like?" She asked. He wanted to say no and go back to the front of the store with the fancy fur balls on the bottle. Or ones with charms.

"Mhhm." Eddie lied. He hoped that would make her leave.

"Perfect! Grab the one you want and I'll check it out for you."

Damn it

"No that's okay! I'll keep looking and you can go help some others." Eddie said as kindly as he could.

"Nonsense. I'll wait."

Eddie sighed and looked closer to the table. Right in the middle stood a gorgeous bottle. He grabbed it. It had small rhinestones all over, it was prettier than the ones he had seen before. Maybe he should have given the older lady more credit. The top had a small charm on it, just what he wanted.

"Oh, that one smells wonderful. A very popular pick." The lady explained.

That was all Eddie needed to hear. The bottle was beautiful, and the lady said it smelled wonderful.

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Eddie was practically shaking with excitement as he handed the small box over to Y/N.

They sat in his bedroom, she came over to have a birthday dinner with him and Wayne. Once Wayne went off to work, Eddie was excited to have her all to himself.

He was proud of the gift he bought. His hard money was spent on the one person he'd buy anything for.

He was also proud that he thought of the idea on his own, and picked it out on his own.

"Open it! Open it!" He rushed, his big smile reflecting hers. She laughed at his eagerness, tearing into the wrapped box.

"Oh, the box is gorgeous." Y/N complimented. The pink small box was covered in flowers and fancy font across the box.

She opened the box, pulling out the small bottle.

"Oh, Eddie! This is so pretty!" Her eyes lit up at the bottle, and Eddie felt every bit of pride filling him.

She took off the little top, careful not to ruin the charm. She sprayed a tiny bit on her wrist. Eddie realized he never truly smelled it, just boxed it up and sent it her way.

She took a big sniff of the perfume, her nose scrunched and a gag left her mouth.

"Is it bad?" He asked, but before he could smell it, she moved away.

"No! It's great! I love it so much. Thank you, baby." She said she put the perfume back in the box.

"Let me smell it," Eddie said he didn't believe her. He's seen her face when she smells the perfumes she likes. She always smiled and went in for another sniff.

Y/N sighed and put her wrist to his nose. Eddie inhaled her skin, and my god it was awful.

"EW!" Eddie spazzed, he moved his head away immediately. He felt like the perfume stuck to the tip of his nose and he couldn't escape it.

"It's not bad!" Y/N tried, she felt bad that she reacted badly to it. He was so excited.

"That old bat! She said it had a wonderful smell!" Eddie ranted.

"Old bat?" Y/N asked

"The worker! She pressured me into finding a perfume and I didn't take the time to smell it. I'm sorry. I just wanted to get you a perfume you'd love and I messed it up." Eddie pouted, his eyes were sad as he looked down.

"Oh, my baby." Y/N cooed, she crawled in his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pecked his nose.

"I appreciate the thought and the work you put into it. I adore how excited you were and I want you to still be excited! You did amazing, so maybe the smell is bad. But that bottle? Deserves to be on a shelf." Y/N said, Eddie felt a smile warming up on his face.

That's what he loved about her. She found a positive in every single situation.

"It is a pretty bottle." Eddie smiled

"so pretty!" Y/N agreed.

They cuddled for a few minutes but the smell of that awful perfume filled his nose.

"I love you, but I can't have you this close until you wash that off." Eddie laughed, pushing her softly off his lap.

She laughed and got up. She headed to the bathroom to wash off as much smell as she could.

Eddie learned to always smell the perfume first and not trust the old lady working.

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hardly-an-escape · 2 months

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Fluffbruary Day 26

gonna try to do a little daily drabble just to get the creative juices going while I work on longer WIPs. no guarantees that it'll be every day.

Dream/Hob • rated M • fluff | woolly | care package

Hob smiles when he unzips his suitcase and sees the surprise Dream has left for him. He must have snuck it in while Hob was in the loo, just before the Uber had arrived, because it definitely hadn’t been there when he’d packed last night.

It’s nothing fancy. Just a plain little bag, labeled with his name in Dream’s distinctive spiky handwriting, the black marker feathering a bit where it’s soaked into the cheap brown paper. Dream’s embellished it with doodles of birds and trees, so it looks like Hob’s name is growing out of a tiny black-and-white forest.

Inside is a packet of Hob’s favorite biscuits, and one of sour gummy worms. A miniature instant photo of the two of them together, which Hob recognizes from Matthew’s last birthday party. A pressed flower from their garden, carefully taped to a square of card stock with washi tape. And best of all, a new fountain pen – one of the nice ones Hob’s been eyeing for a while but hasn’t found an excuse to buy.

He flips over the card with the dried flower. On the other side is a short handwritten message: I love you. Work hard. Think of me.

Hob’s insides turn to goo. He hadn’t thought it was possible to fall even more in love with his husband than he already is, and yet he’s standing here in a boring hotel room feeling as though he’s just drunk a bottle of champagne.

I love you. Work hard. Think of me.

As if he could do anything but.

He fishes his phone from his jacket pocket. Dream answers on the first ring.

“Did you find your present?” he asks without preamble.

“Yes. I love you so much. My darling, you would not even believe how much I love you. You are, bar none, the best thing that’s ever happened to me –”

“Did you find all of your present?” Dream presses.

“Yes?” Hob says uncertainly. “It was all in the little bag, right? The doodles are so cute, by the way.”

“Look farther. Under your clothes.”

Hob obediently digs deeper in his suitcase. At first he doesn’t see it, but then his fingers encounter something unfamiliar. It’s small, but firm, and heavy for its size. For a second he’s puzzled – then he realizes what it is and bursts into laughter.

“You maniac, did you pack me a butt plug?”

“I thought you might get lonely.” He can hear the smile in Dream’s voice.

“I’m only going to be gone for three nights!”

“Yes. Three long, lonely nights. In the wasteland of Bangor. Without your husband to comfort and please you after your long days of toil.”

“It’s just an academic conference, my love, not manual labor.”

“I’ve seen how you medievalists get. All those heavy books. You might strain yourself if you don’t find a way to relax.”

Hob laughs again, and rejoices in Dream’s laugh in return. After all these years, it still sends a shiver down his back.

“I really do love you,” he says.

“And I you,” Dream answers softly. “But I must go. Matthew is almost here. He promised to come distract me from my woeful solitude. I believe he is bringing Die Hard.”

“Have fun. Tell him I said hi. I’ll call you in the morning, okay?”

“Till then, my love.”

“Bye, darling.”

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brights-place · 2 months

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Would you be ok with writing Velvet x troll!reader headcanons? Platonic is good, but if you feel comfortable doing romantic then that’s good too :)

Velvet X Troll! Reader

Pairings: Velvet X Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Crimp abuse

A/N: Okay this request is a mix of Platonic and Romantic headcannons of dating and being friends with Velvet! ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)

- Velvet wouldn't tell anybody about being friends with a troll - You were sweet and nice... your singing was amazing she never knew how amazing trolls sounded - You would tell velvet stories about how it's like being a troll - Velvet loves picking you up in her hand and letting you climb her shoulder or sit up top her head while she talks to veneer or staff who just can't help but glance at you or Velvet before cracking a slight smile when seeing you sleep on velvet's hair as velvet scowls at staff or veneer - Velvet is jealous how you sing so well but she always admires you after a few seconds staring at you with doe eyes as your small body danced - As a small troll you used your hair to swing around velvet and veneers room and Venner would clap since he enjoys it while velvet records it and save's it to her photo album called 'My Troll ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)' - You always accompanied her on every shopping trip, dress rehearsal and personal meetings to discuss her opportunities for her career as you cheer her on - She always stares to the floor since she watches to find you - This girl! I SWEAR! velvet isn’t very affectionate - So most of the hugging and kissing will be done by you. She may act like it annoys her but she likes it sooo fucking much! She even secretly craves it - Will defend you with her life! your so small and so cute she can't lt her cute friend be attacked by some lower class - If somebody ever wrongs you, they’re banned from all her shows! If it’s somebody on the internet, she’s fully prepared to send her fans after them. She’ll then do her best to make you forget about the person completely cause she cares for you - When you are working the two make sure you get an break and don't overwork yourself so they keep you company - Velvet likes to give you gifts as an thank you secretly when you leave buying you expensive things and when you pick it up staring at it confused she loves how you would be all giddy - She makes sure to buy you things that are expensive treating you like her sugar baby instead of her friend - The first time she gave small gifts you were confused since you didn't know who gave it to you and worriedly looked around asking velvet and veneer if this was fan mail to them - Veneer stared at you confused but noticed how velvet denied that she had any idea of the box before you even questioned her if she knew - Veneer would laugh at his sister whenever she tries to add more gifts to your desks cause she loved seeing your smile especially when she saw you wearing the gifts she bought you and leaves on your desks

- You also scolded crimp about how she was helping them and made sure to tell the authorities crimp was also apart of it... You ain't letting crimp slide she helped the two - Even though that happened you still visited them in prison even though you cried when seeing the two stare at you with shame mainly Veneer - You would smuggle in small gifts for them and Velvet would always take it quickly cause you knew she loved gifts as she always thanked you anyway taking it with an smile. - Velvet at the beginning of your relationship can’t initiate shit, so you’ll have to hug her and/or kiss her well you have to jump up and down shouting at her or you are just shaking her pants legs if she is wearing pants or pat her shoes to get her attention - When you entered her room to see her shoving a troll into a diamond perfume bottle which you froze at while veneer held a look of panic trying to stop Velvet before he froze making eye contact with you - You stared at him taking a small step back as your small tiny legs started to run from them where velvet made eye contact with you shouting at veneer to grab you while the troll that Velvet once held that was now in the bottle shouted for you to run. - You were caught and held in velvet's hand as you stared at her as she told you to be quiet telling you that this had to be done as you bit her thumb as she nearly dropped you before throwing you into the bottle with the other troll as you screamed reaching your hand out as the bottle cap shut making you stuck with the other troll.

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yourmomsushi · 1 month

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Simon Riley with a young civilian girly reader ₊♡₊˚ 🍒・₊✧ <3

(head cannons)

(NSFW warning !!)

Simon never understood your obsession with bows. He was always so curious as to why there were bows everywhere in your tiny pretty pink apartment you both shared. There is always a bow in your soft wavy hair, the delicate usual baby pink bow lays in the middle of two strands of curls. There's even a bow tied around your hairbrush, and even your tiny white dior bag you found at the local mall that you convinced Simon to buy for you is covered in a combination of white and pink bows all over the straps. There is even a bow tied around your white lululemon water bottle!

Simon would never judge you about your style, if anything, he's intrigued by it. He's so intrigued that he lets you tie a bow around his biceps.

he’d purr sweet nothing in your ear as you unsuccessfully tried to wrap the bow over his massively stiff bicep, groaning when the bow fell apart again.

“Need help, love?” he’d say in his thick gruff voice, gently taking the white ribbon out of your hands. A few failed attempts later, with your gentle guidance and a multiple huffs and grunts out of Simon, you manage to tie a pretty bow on his bicep. A small smile cracks against his scarred lips as he sees you marveled at his chest. If it wasn’t for the years of therapy you sternly forced Simon to do in order for him to dig out his trauma and become the best version of himself he wanted to be for you. He’d do anything for you, he let the things that broke him years ago break him again in a thousand pieces again to be put back together correctly for you.

(NSFW warning !!)

He loved you so much he let you wrap a thick ribbon of pink around his dick. His happy trail led to a baby pink bow, covered in saliva as you sucked his dick.

The only thing Simon could focus on is your pretty pink lingerie as your neck bobbled and scarf down his size, your gags and muffles could be heard through the tiny bedroom you both shared, full of stuff animals such as hello kitty, frogs, dogs, squish-mallows <3

Soft words of encouragement babbled out of Simon as he made you take it all

“Yeah - Yeah that's it baby.” he purred into your ear as he thrust into your mouth, saliva covering the bed. Tears pool down your round face as you take his long form.

(woo! My first fanfic on tumblr! I would appreciate feedback if possible! I hate how I make Simon sound, so feedback on that would be nice !! )

With lots of love - Kitty

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myunghology · 5 months

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࿐ i wish you roses.

— ✦ gn! reader, fluff, song recco while reading : i wish you roses by kali uchis! [ a/n : this was so fun to write~]

you never knew your little vampire could do origami.

you had originally bought coloured paper for a project you had to do in school, unintentionally leaving it on your desk.

fortunately— ritsu stumbled across your classroom and saw your desk filled with the said papers, checking to see if anyone was around before coming inside the room. he sits on your chair, and starts to wonder. you don't need this much paper, do you? you surely wouldn't mind if he used some.

ritsu's long and delicate fingers picked out some of the coloured paper, specifically red and green. luckily for him, you left your bag there too. he takes out the scissors from the front pocket, and starts cutting the paper.

smiling softly to himself, he's thinking about all the things you've done with him or for him, feeling an unfamiliar flutter within his stomach. i mean sure, he's felt this way with mao before, but it's different. a soft blush covers his cheeks, whilst he feels all giddy.

“maa-kun, can you buy me plain clips and glue pls? ^3^” ritsu messages mao, a few minutes later he eventually replies with a “sure.”, he smiles, thinking about your reaction when you see what he's made you.

mao arrives, not taking long. “what do you need these for?” he asks ritsu, placing it down on the desk ritsu was using. “for [name].” he mutters quietly, and mao was quick to decide that he should probably leave him alone.

“good luck then.” he whispers to ritsu, whilst he nods, sending him a soft smile. after mao leaves, he eventually glues all the paper roses one by one so it'll stay still. in the process, he takes a beige colored paper and makes it into a little bouquet.

he glues them all together, making a little rose bouquet. and then for a little touch, he takes a mini cologne bottle out of his pocket, lightly spraying the said rose bouquet so it'll smell like him.

ritsu looks at the plain clips, already knowing what to do with them. he takes more red paper, cuts it into smaller pieces, and makes mini roses.

once he's done, he carefully takes three clips out of the small plastic they came in, gluing one mini rose on each clip, thankfully, he glue was pretty strong. so it wouldn't remove that easily. maybe using a hot glue gun would be better— but he didn't have that right now.

he cleans up his mess on your table and throws the remaining paper he didn't use in the trash, right before leaving the tiny bouquet on your desk but bringing the three clips with him, he tries to find you.

ritsu eventually finds you in the room where they record their songs, just chilling. he smiles softly. “i got you something.” he says, making you jump from the sudden noise, but curious, you ask what it is.

he pulls out the three clips, “you don't have to use all three,” he mentions, putting two in your pocket and putting one clip in your hair.

“you look pretty.” as ritsu says that, your heart flutters whilst a pink blush spreads across your face. but you immediately excuse that feeling— clearing your throat. “im always pretty.”

the male scoffs, “i guess you're right.”

and.. you were definitely flustered when you got back into your classroom with the small bouquet of roses on your desk that smelled exactly like him.

#ritsu sakuma #ritsu sakuma x reader #enstars ritsu #ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars #ensemble stars headcanons #enstars #enstars x reader #jian’s works!

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millie-multifics · 6 months

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Cry, Cry, Cry Baby

Eddie Munson x NewMother

Being parents to a new baby can be overwhelming, Eddie is determined to bring his love some relief.

Warnings: Themes of Post Pardem Depression, Mom Guilt and Baby Blues. If you have experienced these, please read at your own discretion. This does not depict how every mother/ family experiences PPD as everyone is different.

Masterlist

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The never ceasing wails- how could a scream so piercing come from such a small body? The shrill cry felt like it was an ever restricting rubber band between her temples every second it continued.

Burning tears, running down both mom and babies cheeks like a rapid flowing river.

It felt as though an elephant was standing on her chest as guilt and hopelessness settled deep.

Her elbows were weak from hours of rocking and clutching onto her child, holding the baby so close it seemed she was trying to absorbed the child back into her body where she knew it would be safe… and quiet.

She had ridiculed Eddie the first time he had done it, snuggle their child up and lay them in the empty bread box as he set forth cleaning the kitchen.

She leaned against the couch with the tattered throw blanket wrapped around her shoulders, attempting to swaddle herself to see how much comfort it could bring the baby while it lay in the cardboard box by her side, its wail still piercing the air of the otherwise peaceful trailer park.

Eddie hated when he was stuck at work longer than planned, even if his peeling leather wallet thanked him. From the moment he stepped into the Plant, the only thing on his mind was going home to his soon-to-be wife and their beautiful daughter. He wished he could say his daughter was a little angel, but truthfully the past 3 months had been the most testing months of his life. She woke up from her sleep nearly every hour- Eddie would thank every God if she managed to make it a mere 2 hours. Her piercing wail reminded him of a siren, it would go off every few moments if she wasn’t being bounced at the right tempo of “Does Your Mother Know” by Abba. Eddie suspects her mother constantly dancing to Abba while pregnant is the culprit, he is starting to regret splurging to buy her all the albums for their 2 year anniversary.

He can hear his baby girl crying as soon as he steps out of the car, he is met with an unusual sight when he enters the double wide trailer. The baby is laying in the breadbox, unharmed and doing what she does best, wailing until she is red in the face. His love is sitting next to her with her head buried in her arms, her wails just as loud as the baby. He kneels in front of her, gently shaking her shoulder with one had as his other reaches for the baby.

“I’m so sorry, Eddie,” He can barely make out the words she gasps out between cries, “I failed. I’m a failure, she won’t stop crying.”

A vice grip takes hold of Eddie’s pounding heart. He should have seen the signs before it boiled to this point. He had heard about it from Steve, Nancy had struggled after the birth of their second child, he should have recognized that you were struggling too.

“Hey, it’s okay. I promise that you are not a failure, it’s okay to get overwhelmed.” Eddie had to blink the tears from his own eyes as his love looked at him so helplessly, “I’ve got the baby, why don’t you go take a bath then we can talk, alright?”

With a tender kiss to the top of her head, he grabs hold of her hands and pulls her to her feet, sending her in the direction of the bathroom. Eddie scoops the baby out of the box, gently humming to her as he bounces to the kitchen in the tempo of Abba. He continues to hum despite her cries as he starts heating a bottle in boiling water on the stove top, finding the diaper bag abandoned on their tiny dining table. He changes the baby’s diaper and does his best to wipe the tear stained cheeks of his daughter. He can hear the water in the tub slosh around as his love makes herself comfortable, the cries she were attempting to muffle slowly ceasing as the hot water soothes the aches of her body and mind.

His baby girl stops crying as he begins to hum the song for the sixth time, just in time for her bottle to reach a drinkable temperature. He dials the phone to the number that has slowly been ingrained into his brain over the past few years as the baby continues to eat peacefully in his arms.

“Hi Steve, can I talk to Nance?”

#stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #joesph quinn #eddie munson x original character #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x reader

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 1 year

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What do the M6 spent an exorbitant amount of money on? So much so that it could be considered an addiction? (Doesn't need to be expenses related to the MC, but could be.) I feel like for Lucio it would be Furry Comissions (regardless of whether or not you want to set the hc's in a modern AU or the regular story).

The Arcana HCs: M6 and their shopping weaknesses

~ a request from my wonderful fantastic mutual @helshollowhalls ? Anything for you, friend! Enjoy the madness - brainrot ~

Depending on how the two of you like to split your duties, it may be more or less frequent for you or your beloved to shop alone. Most of the time you don't have to worry too much, they're an adult! They know what they're doing.

Until they creep into your shared quarters one evening, oozing both excitement and guilt as they hide the results of their errands behind the door. "MC, you wouldn't believe what I saw for sale in the market today."

Julian

He's standing almost like a soldier, chest bared and feet braced for your reaction, arms folded under his cape behind his back

"What did you buy, Julian?"

He's not ready to answer your question. "I have it in good faith that it may one day prove essential to saving someone's life."

He's really getting into character now, and you're beginning to worry

"What did you buy, Julian?"

"A rare instrument necessary to my practice! A scientific breakthrough! Behold!"

And with a grand flourish, he pulls out a feat of engineering that seems to be an obscure medical instrument. Fair enough

"So what does it do?"

You watch him deflate like one of those car dealership tube men at the end of the day

"... I don't know."

"And how much did you spend on it?"

He clutches it to his chest protectively. "Does it matter? I'll figure out a way to use it eventually! Maybe it pairs well with leeches!"

Asra

You can't tell if they're grinning or grimacing, but their dimples are out and they're almost sparkling with excitement

"They had so many options, MC. I've never even heard of most of them before!"

He can see your eyes widening as Faust tips over the duffle-sized bag behind the door, slithering over the piles of packages that pour out across the floor

"How much did you spend, Asra!?"

"Not as much as I could have, and only my own money. They had sample packs!"

Now that their secret is out, they're excitedly unwrapping every bundle and disappearing in a mountain of paper and twine

Faust seeks refuge on your shoulder and the sheer diversity of smells filling the room are making both of you a little dizzy

Small bottles of perfumed oil, tiny pots of lotion, mini candles and twigs of incense cover every surface of the room

All the candles and incense are lit. Every tester is being applied in random patchwork

He got over 50 new scents and he is thriving

Nadia

She feels a little guilty for going without you, but she's so excited to have been part of your world like this

She went to the central marketplace

And she got everything suggested to her

Because who would know better than the people selling what she needed to get?

Two menservants are bringing in the multiple bags she brought back in the carriage while she goes over each thing with you, excitedly repeating their sales pitches

She's halfway through the second bag, telling you all about her new gilded mop holder when you finally interrupt

"Nadia, my love. How many things did you get?" You're holding your breath, hoping the question doesn't burst her bubble

"Oh, nothing extravagant. You should see the shipments that come in for palace events! We'll go back together, my darling, and we can do a proper shopping trip then."

You do go back together, and this time you steer clear of the salesmen taking advantage of her inexperience

Muriel

He's peeking around the door of the hut, and you can tell by the set of his eyebrows that he is embarrassed and has no regrets

You smile up at him, walking over to greet him after his trip into town

And the door swings a little further open to reveal his cloak, stuffed to the brim with something that keeps cheeping

He's got the squirming mass wrapped protectively in his arms, slowly kneeling to lower it to the ground

And from the depths of his clothing burst a tidal wave of baby chicks, spreading out to cover the yard and sending the chickens already present into a ruffle of squawks

"Muriel, how many are there?!"

" ... twenty-four. The pet shop had them with the kittens and puppies and," he pauses to peek at your face, "chickens are different. They wouldn't be happy in the city."

The ground is yellow. Inanna has turned into a sulky, wolf shaped jungle gymn. Muriel watches quietly. "Did I do the right thing?"

"Yes. But they are your responsibility."

Portia

You see the way Pepi perks up and Portia moves to guard the giant paper bags she's holding, and that's how you know it's food

You pick Pepi up to protect the goods and take a closer look. The two bags are each nearly the size of your beloved's torso

"Portia, what small army are we feeding!?"

She drops them on the table, flicks a stray crumb from her sleeve, and deflects Pepi's swipe at the pastry that tumbles out

"Ok so don't be mad, I may have overspent just a teeny little bit, but she was a traveling baker from up north! And I had to try some!"

"And then?"

"And then we started talking about baking, and she gave me a discount so I tried one of everything, but I didn't want you to miss out so I got two more of everything for us to eat together!"

You're not sure what to say. It's a lot of food

You end up inviting the Palace bakers to enjoy it with you (they'll be able to really appreciate the technique) and eating lentil stew for the rest of the week

Lucio

You're having flashbacks while he fidgets in the doorway. This used to happen every time you let him do the shopping alone

In his defense, nobody ever taught him to budget. His job was to hunt his food or eat his rations until the old Count took him in

But you two have been working on it together, and he's gotten pretty good at making and sticking to a list and limit

Which can only mean one thing:

"It was so shiny, MC. I know I made an oopsie, but look at it! It goes on my arm!"

It's a jewelry piece that he's clipped to the grooves on his gauntlet. It's not that big, so you can't see how it's an oopsie unless ...

"Is that an emerald? Is that real gold!?"

He nods excitedly. "Don't feel bad, MC, I got you one too! Now we match!"

It's beautiful, but, "Lucio, where did you get the money for this?"

"Next week's budget." He sees your face and grabs your hands. "But don't worry! I did the math, and I already found a job to cover it."

This man is going to be the death of you

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana shitpost #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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louisa-gc · 7 months

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how to bring less stuff into your home

• don't buy if you already have something similar in function or form — for ex. i already own a pair of boots, therefore any new pair of boots, even if a different colour or a different shape, must stay in the store.

• don't buy to store (unless it's on a good sale) — ex. i'm halfway through my favourite serum and already thinking of buying a new bottle, but i'll hold off until the previous one is actually empty, unless i see it in the store for much less than it usually costs. i also hoard notebooks and try not to buy any more until all have been used up.

• don't buy what you can reasonably rent or borrow — ex. i barely ever buy books because i can find everything i need at the library (including a ladder and a printer).

• don't buy what you truly do not need — ex. did i get a rose quartz roller? yes. did i get it for a purpose? yes, to massage my sore jaw muscles. does it do what i bought it for? meh. is it nice to have? kind of. do i ever use it? not really. so was it a waste of natural resources, cheap labour and my own money? absolutely.

• don't buy spontaneously — ex. i went to the store to buy a new bottle of shampoo but ended up with the rose quartz roller too. in the moment, i could easily justify the need for it and a friend even said to go for it (it wasn't expensive either!). now it sits in its box and i only remember to take it out every three months.

• don't buy what is not on your shopping list — ex. i needed a new pair of black trousers, and had had them on my list for months already. i found the very best pair i could get on my budget, and going into the store i saw so many beautiful pieces, but kept telling myself i only came in for the black trousers. in the end i left the store with only what i needed, because i knew exactly what my mission there was.

• don't buy what won't last — ex. i love to get myself a bouquet of eucalyptus branches every autumn and to let them dry out. i know i can keep those branches for at least a year. while i love fresh flowers too, i know they won't last long. (sometimes i get carnations though, because i know how to keep them going for a relatively long time.) same goes for sweaters: i do not buy acrylic and polyester, simply because i cannot de-pill them the way i can wool.

• don't buy what other's have — ex. i've been dreaming of a rice cooker for a very long time, and especially now that many of my friends have gotten one, i can't seem to stop thinking about it. however i know my current kitchen just wouldn't have the space for it, so i stick to cooking my rice on the stove.

• don't go into stores if you don't need anything and avoid aisles you don't need anything from — ex. i love this ecological store in town, it always smells earthy and pleasant and has beautiful things inside, but if i enter it without a real need for something, i know i will leave with at least a bar of ridiculously expensive chocolate i wasn't even craving. the same principle applies to online shops!

• don't let social media or the people around you create new needs for you — ex. a lot of people on instagram and in my real life are knitting and i would love to do it too! i could easily justify getting all the tools and paying hundreds of euros for wool, but i know i reach for other activities in my free time and that my arms have hurt way too much when i've previously knitted, so it's not for me.

• don't buy unnecessary amounts of things — ex. i recently moved to a very small studio. i've previously always had six of each type of plate, because kitchen things tend to be sold in packs of six. this time i just got three of each (three plates, three bowls, three mugs...) and it has been more than enough. i cannot even imagine having to store double the amount of stuff in my tiny kitchen!

#louisa-gc #minimalism #aesthetic #advice #text post #declutter #anti consumerism #consumerism #low buy #minimalist

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avrilsky · 2 years

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Robin and Steve getting an apartment together (cause those motherfuckers are codependent and are also platonic soulmates). It's one of the few places they can be themselves. A tiny two bedroom apartment with clashing decorations and mismatched furniture, a little kitchen with one too many coffee mugs and too few spoons, a fridge filled with more bottles of beer than actual food but they love it all the save because it's Theirs.

The kids are there more often than not, filling the small space with laughter and the sound of dice rolling along a wooden table. Their couch is a bed most nights for one kid or another trying to escape their parents or the thoughts in their head.

Max stays over the most, usually on nights her mom is so drunk she barely remembers her own name, let alone Max's. Some nights it's just because Max had fallen asleep during movie night and neither Robin nor Steve had the heart to wake her, they'd just tuck her in with a blanket from the back of the couch and leave the light on in the kitchen for her. Robin cooks her breakfast in the morning and Steve makes sure she makes it to school on time. They barely see themselves as functioning adults, they have no idea how to take care of a teenager, but they try their best, try to give the care they wished their parents had shown them to Max, to all the kids really. And they aren't really sure they're doing a good job but it's more than enough for Max.

Nancy claims the lone armchair and the coffee mug stolen from the diner in town as her own. She keeps a yellow legal pad and her favorite pen under the coffee table for when she's over and working on a story for the newspaper (Robin doesn't allow any of the kids to use it for d&d). Nancy makes sure Robin and Steve eat more than pizza and frozen TV dinners. She buys them fresh fruit and veggies, and teaches Steve how to put together a simple salad. Even before she and Robin officially start dating whenever Nancy stays over, she and Robin share Robin's bed, always starting off on opposite sides of the bed only to be wrapped up together by morning, blushing bright red as they separate themselves. They share their first kiss in the tiny kitchen, the taste of beer and popcorn on their lips, Nancy gripping the collar of Robin's denim jacket and pulling her in.

Will finds them like that, smiling into a kiss that's more teeth than anything else. In her shock, Robin shoves away from the counter, away from Nancy, slamming her back into the fridge with a mumbled fuck. They expect to find him staring at them with disgust, with barely concealed hatred but instead he looks relieved, like the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders. He steps forward looking taller than Nancy ever remembered him being, looks at both of them and smiles. "I thought I was the only one who was different." Nancy pulls him into a hug and Robin grins at her over his shoulder.

Eddie usually lounges on the floor in front of the tv with Dustin during movie nights. He leaves one of his old guitars there and plays everyone a song or two when they are just sitting around drinking beers. When he spends the night, he sleeps in Steve's bed while Steve camps out on his bedroom floor, silently cursing himself for not working up the courage to slide into bed next to Eddie, for not taking his hand when their fingers brushed as Steve handed over a pair of sleep shorts.

Steve and Robin take care of one another when one of them is having a bad day. A warm blanket straight from the dryer draped over slouched shoulders, whatever movie is their comfort flick at the time popped into the vcr. Robin makes Steve a pot of homemade chicken noodle soup, the only thing her mom taught her to make and it somehow becomes Steve's comfort meal. Steve makes Robin a slightly burnt grilled cheese, poking Robin in the ribs when she teases him about it being burnt even though she secretly liked those little burnt bits. They spend the day like that, watching movies or talking their feelings out.

More than once Nancy let herself into the apartment with the key Steve had given her to find her girlfriend and her ex cuddled together on the couch, sleeping peacefully, Steve tucked under Robin's arm. And it used to make her jealous back when she still thought Robin and Steve were together, back when she wanted nothing more than to be the one Robin held like that. Now though the sight made her heart soar as she smiled softly down at them, happy they had each other.

Just the potential of Steve and Robin sharing an apartment together.

#shared apartment au #robin buckley #steve harrington #ronance #found family #slight steddie #sarah rambles

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