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suugarbabe · 9 months

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Heyy! I was wondering if you could write mattheo riddle x reader with prompts 49 and or 33 please? Fluff xx thanks xx 💗

(33) I can't believe I've never seen this side of you before

(49) I never knew that about you. It's cute

Today fucking sucked. There was no better way to put it. You needed a break from everything, from everyone, just needed to get away and be by yourself. That's how you found yourself on the dock of the black lake, just looking out into the water. You were leaning against one of the pillars, likely hidden from anyone's view that walked by, which was exactly what you wanted. So when you heard footsteps on the dock you froze, pressing your back further into the pillar, just wanting to disappear. You seemed to be doing a good job as you watched Mattheo go up to the edge of the dock, sitting down with his legs crossed to grab what looked like a muggle pencil and sketchbook out of his bag. Your curiosity was peaked at this point and you couldn't stop your mouth as the words came tumbling out, "What are you doing?" Mattheo nearly jumped out of his skin, whipping his head around at the direction of your voice, "Merlin's fucking beard, y/n. When the hell did you get here?" You stood, walking over to him before sitting back down next to him, "I've been here for nearly an hour. Now, tell me what you're doing?" If Mattheo was good at anything, it was avoiding answering questions he didn't want to, "What are you doing? You're just sitting here doing nothing by yourself?" You rolled your eyes, "I had a bad day okay, I come out here to be by myself when I don't want to verbally assault anyone." He smirked at this, "I'd love to see you do that actually, you wanna head back now?" He jutted his thumb over his shoulder back towards the castle. You scoffed, pushing his shoulder, "Okay, Riddle. What are you really doing out here? Why do you have muggle shit with you? That's not like you." He got a little sheepish now, "Oh this stuff, it's nothing. I just come out here to..." he mumbled the end of his sentence, so low you couldn't even make out what he said. "M'sorry, what was that?" you leaned in a little closer, cupping your ear dramatically. He dropped his shoulders, looking up towards the sky like the drama king he was, "I...draw. The muggle way...no magic just like...sketch and stuff." He cheeks were turning more and more pink the longer he spoke, but you had nothing smart to say back to him. You actually kind of admired his secret hobby. "I never knew that about you...it's cute." Your comment had his eyes on yours, "Really?" You nodded, "Really, do you have anything you've done in there? I'd love to see them." You would think he was a kid being told he could buy all the sweets he wanted from Honeydukes the way his eyes lit up, quickly flipping through his sketch pad to pick his favorites to show you. He really was good too, catching all the right details of a Grindylow down to the mischief in it's eyes you've seen as they swim past the windows in the common room. He attention to detail was immaculate. If he charmed it just right, you could swear the Thestral he drew was just a shrunken version of the real thing. You weren't able to see them with your own eyes, but you knew what it was from textbooks. You heart ached slightly from the realization that Mattheo was probably able to see them from a very young age, given his family history. Again you found your mouth unable to keep the words from tumbling out as you spoke, "I can't believe I've never seen this side of you before." Mattheo chucked at this, "Yeah, well I don't exactly go around advertising I'm a sensitive ninny who plays with muggle shit." You shrugged, "I like this version of Mattheo Riddle. You don't always have to have such a stern face and flying fists." You mocked his usual face that he displayed, playfully punching his arm. He smiled shyly, "Well, thank you...I guess. I'm sorry you had a shit day today, though Y/n, truly. Maybe next time it happens you come grab me? We can come back here? I won't make you talk about it, but I'll just draw and you can sit like you were before, but that way neither of us have to be alone." You don't think you had ever agreed to something so quickly.

#nonny bo bonny #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle fluff #blurb prompts

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bonny-kookoo · 4 months

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Hi bonny ninny, ruu here

I like your 'Why not' & 'How so' series.

I feel like oc is tone sensitive. Would you write a drabble where Jungkook uses a tone which hurts & upsets oc. Like they are not even arguing but something about tobe hurts her. How would Jungkook consoles her? They would be so cute in this DDLG theme. 🥺

"At this rate I'm gonna have to sleep back at my place again." Jungkook laughs, as he watches you make your bed, adjusting all the different stuffed animals.

You're not sure what exactly he means by that. Or more so, how serious he is.

You don't want him to sleep back at his place and leave you alone- you've become too attached and fond of his late night cuddling and the way he warms up the bed beneath the blankets, but you also love your stuffed animals too much to give them away, or let them simply sit on a shelf. Is he making you choose?

Do you want to choose?

The entire rest of the early day, you can't stop overanalyzing his words, no matter what. You're suddenly hyper-sensitive to the way he says stuff, the tone of his voice, the words he uses, or his body language accompanying every sentence. Is he really that annoyed by you and your habits? But you thought he liked you the way you really are?

"Let me do that for you." He says as you stir in the pot preparing some warm food for the two of you, hand taking the spoon from you. "Can't have you making a mess again like last time." He chuckles, but something in the way he shakes his head just.. makes you feel oddly guilty.

You're not that good at keeping up attention to one thing only for long. You're not sure why- it's not even that you can't cook, you just start doing ten things at once, and just like last time, a few days prior, things boil over and spill, or stuff almost burns in the pan or the oven almost stays on for too long. You can't help it.

Maybe he's starting to have second thoughts. Just like you feared.

"M' sorry." You mumble when he places the filled up bowl in front of you, hand stuttering a bit as he frowns.

"What're you sorry for?" He wonders, sitting down across from you, watching how you only reluctantly pick up your spoon to swirl it around in your bowl, watching the ingredients dance around in the broth. "Eyes up here, baby." He requests, and you do so- though only for a second.

"I'll.. try and put the plushies away." You explain, looking down again. "And I'll concentrate better when cooking too. And I'll start making sure I'll keep track of my own stuff and-" You rant, but he reaches out to hold your hand, stopping you.

"What's brought that up?" He wonders, confused. "You don't have to get rid of stuff, and neither do you need to do better at anything." He offers.

"But I'm annoying you." You say, meekly. "You said you won't sleep here anymore with all the stuffies in my bed-"

"Oh fuck, baby, no-" He sighs, laughing a bit to himself. "How long has that been bubbling up inside you?" He asks, and you shrug. "I'm sorry if I made it seem like I was upset at you. I was just picking on you a little- I didn't mean to make you feel like you did something wrong." He reassures.

"But you're right?" You answer, and he shakes his head again.

"Am I?" He chuckles. "You love your stuffed animals. I know you've got a name for each and every one of them, and that's cute. And they don't bother me at all, since you put them on the carpet every night anyways- it just looks funny with how much space they take up during the day." Jungkook explains. "And I also know that you've got a bit of trouble staying focused, so I'm not mad when you get a bit sidetracked while cooking. If anything, I only worry sometimes, which is why I tend to take over sometimes, to make sure you don't get hurt." He moves on. "I really don't mind keeping your doctors appointments or other stuff in mind. I don't mind doing stuff for you, or taking care of you. I really don't." He presses on. "I love you the way you are. I'd be stupid to try and change you."

"I don't know why I thought you meant something bad." You mumble, and he yet again just smiles.

"It was most likely my tone. Let's make an agreement, alright?" He says, and you nod. "I'll be more clear to tell you when I'm only making fun- and you'll tell me if you think I'm being too mean."

You nod at that, glad that it was only a huge misunderstanding-

happy that you were wrong after all.

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animentality · 9 months

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Never assume that female authors can't be misogynistic.

JK Rowling literally wrote the most appallingly embarrassing and vapid female characters known to humankind, and she's a woman and supposed "feminist." Every female character she had fell under 4 categories:

1) Dutiful and devoted mother

2) vapid girly girl who's a bitch because she's girly and she's hot and pretty but empty headed and hates books

4) a fat villain, whose main physical attribute is that she's fat, and also she's evil.

3) cool girl who's not like other girls because she's nerdy and/or a jock.

Then you have Stephanie Meyer. Who has insisted she isn't misogynistic because she would've written Bella as a flat and boring character even if she was male...and then when she wrote a gender bent twilight, she immediately gave male Bella an actual personality.

Like.

It's sad but.

But you know.

Women can be bad writers, lol.

Women can see other women as not people too. Women can be so vicious about other women, in fiction and in real life, maybe even more judgmental and harsh and callous than they'd ever be towards a man.

I kind of laugh at it because think of it like this...

Why did JK Rowling write from the perspective of a boy?

Because she probably grew up with the idea that she wasn't like other girls.

She had a working brain and didn't chase after boys all the time, like those other dumb lipstick wearing ninnies that were popular and cool and made fun of her in school.

So she wrote from the pov of a boy because she secretly thought I'm like the boys!!! I have thoughts!!! I wish to live vicariously through a protagonist who's a boy, and has his opinions and feelings heard.

Which is also hilarious in hindsight, because of how anti trans she now is. Like JK, my girl, my dude, what are you doing? You can't be a boy, silly.

And Stephanie Meyer is a Mormon, but let's say the reason she can't write female characters, or more specifically, a protagonist, is because she also frames the male as being the interesting one.

Neither of those authors could shake off the feeling that all women are bland and vapid and uninteresting, and men are the main focus.

And this was with vaginas, you know?

Shockingly...having a vagina does not immediately guarantee that you'll have any sympathy for other vagina havers.

Anyway.

This wasn't about anything, I was just thinking the other day of how female authors can be so violently misogynistic and it's really sad.

I admit I was also thinking about lizzo.

Being a woman...doesn't mean you support other women.

And when you are a woman, and you don't support other women...you're just awful.

#not tagging this #i dont care

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pluttskutt · 1 year

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Eddie and Steve are in Steve's bed, cuddling while watching a movie. As always, Eddie's mind is heavy with thoughts racing through his mind on a loop. "How do you see me?"

It's a dumb question, yeah. It falls into that category of "don't ask questions you don't want answers to" but he's been wondering for a while now. Insecurity eats away at him. Does Steve find him attractive? No, obviously, but in some way, does he?

"With my eyes?" Steve answers, uncertain because that doesn't feel like the answer Eddie wants but he's not sure what else the answer could be.

Fighting the urge to roll his eyes, Eddie stirs from their position to sit up. It's a bit of work because Steve doesn't want to budge from his chest but he relents soon enough. "I mean, how do I look to you?"

"..." Steve opens his mouth, frowning. "In what context?" he asks, not wanting to give the wrong answer again.

"The context of what you like about me. I know you're not attracted to me but you know I'm attracted to you, and sexual attraction isn't your territory but do you feel anything when you look at me? Or am I just not ugly?" That's what he said about Henry Cavill just the other day and Eddie hasn't been able to shake it off since.

Steve's forehead creases while Eddie speaks, and he averts his eyes to look at the bed. He crosses his legs and glances at Eddie. Words are difficult because others interpret them in other ways than he meant them and his point gets lost.

Biting his tongue not to rush words out (Eddie knows better than to pressure him) he offers a gentle smile in hopes of encouraging him to speak.

Steve glances up at the big brown eyes. "I feel happy." It doesn't feel enough, and it isn't, but he has to be sure his words are right. "You're beautiful. Sorry, uhm, do you prefer handsome?" He snaps his fingers without making much of a sound, fidgeting with the closest things at hand-which happens to be his fingers.

A soft blush heats up Eddie's face at the compliment. "Beautiful is fine," he manages to stutter, running a hand through his hair. "I- Thank you."

"I like your style, how you accessorize like... uhm... how much care you put into how you look. Your rings... your hands are pretty, and I like that you're growing your hair out but keeping bangs because I like to look at your face because you smile a lot and it's... you're soothing. Like an artwork."

Eddie blinks like a bloody cartoon character. "An... you just said... I'm art?" No one has ever told him that before.

"Mm." Steve nods, not realising how stunned he made the other. "Beautiful, precious, rare, and I want to touch you but in a... not in the same way you want to touch me, I guess, but in a... uhm... study? Almost, but not really. It's not like I want to trap you in a room and study you but you're pretty and I like looking at you."

Precious repeats itself in Eddie's mind on repeat over and over again.

"Sorry! Was that too much? I'm not great at explaining myself. I'm sorry." Steve runs two hands through his hair, afraid he's said something to insult the one he just did his best to compliment. "I'm not good at complimenting appearances okay? Not in the way that people want me to." They want to be called hot, sexy, or whatever else they think. He's got sexy down somewhat and can throw it out when friends want an outfit check but it's a foreign concept still.

Eddie reaches out to hold his hands and stop them from scratching his skin red. "Screw what people want, baby, no one has ever complimented me like you." He raises his hands to his lips and kisses his fingers. They don't do much of that because he doesn't want to overwhelm Steve, but the way his cheeks blush and he smiles assures him this is wanted.

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xxsycamore · 3 months

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Congrats on many followers! 🥳🎉 You deserve each and every one of them! 💖 For your event, could you please do 🤭 for Clavis (ikepri) 😇

NINNI, SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU HERE, THIS TIME TOO 🥹🥹 Thank you! Hope you enjoy!

[🤭] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚜 '𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚙…

CLAVIS:

There hasn't been one instance where Clavis didn't showcase a new creation of his while declaring that this time it's very important and special!, and attendance in the Foreign Affairs Faction office is a must. Why believe him now? Well. Being his lover, you're doomed to sit in the first row every time. But you also happen to love him. Which makes things more bearable.

"Of course, our imaginary enemy would be well-prepared for any and all poisoning attempts. But what if our killing agent is hidden in Rhodolite's specialty? Behold, a brand new species of a Rhodolitian rose - beautiful and twice as deadly. The perfect addition to every fancy-looking last supper. Brought to you by your very own wonderful prince Clavis Lelouch, born out of his love for cookery and mischief."

Okay, this IS a bit impressive, but not without flaws. That much you can conclude by Chev's judgemental gaze. Or is this just what he's been looking like since he set foot in the room?

You stand up from your chair, and everyone takes in a barely noticed breath of hope. You're about to disappoint them, though, because you're only after your own amusement...

To Clavis who welcomes you with open arms, you dodge the offered embrace and insteal shield your mouth with a hand as you whisper in his ear.

There's something so hot about you when you're confident.

Clavis is now broken. And noticeably red-faced.

"Haha. Ahahaha!"

He taps harder against the blackboard littered with his unreadable writing and somehow even more unreadable graphics. Speaking with even more passion than before, you suddenly have a valid reason to worry about the others suggesting you for being the very first test subject of Clavis' deadly creation. Fortunately, as you expected, Clavis cuts his presentation short, seeing the others out but asking you to stay behind so you can tell him more about what you said earlier...

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 4 months

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Can you write about Jack and yns first Christmas together?

Loooove ur work

"Cotton-Headed Ninny Muggins"

Warnings: language

A/N: I've had this idea for a while, but its super random lol Enjoy!

"Okay, bad news. Roads are too icy to get to the airport, plus flights are getting canceled left and right. Looks like we're stuck here for Christmas", Jack announced to the group as soon as he got off the phone. He rolled his eyes at the collective groan from the room. "Hey, I'm just the messenger. I don't control the weather."

"Aren't you Jack Harlow? Can't you call us a private jet or something?" Your best friend Raquel asked with a huff. You had invited everyone over for dinner and watch some Christmas movies before everyone went their separate ways to spend the holidays with their families. You and Jack have been dating for about six months, and your friend groups were finally starting to mesh together, and it was going a lot smoother than you expected, at least until you got the bad weather news.

"He's a rapper, not Jesus. Is he expected to control the weather too?" Urban bit back, rolling his eyes. "Not Jesus, you jackass, but surely he could throw some money at someone."

You and Jack looked at each other, Jack raising his eyebrows and stifling a chuckle. All night, Urban and Raquel had been going back and forth with flirty remarks and sarcastic quips, and you both new your best friends well enough to know that there was something going on between the two of them.

"None of us are going anywhere, at least for the night", you intervened, "Rocky, you can borrow some of my pajamas, and Urban, I think Jack has some of his things here that you can change into. I'm gonna see what snacks we have in the kitchen to hold us over till morning."

"I'll help you", Jack jumped to his feet, following you into the kitchen.

You searched your cabinets, but quickly came up empty, the fridge just as bare. "Sorry, we ate all the food at dinner. I was trying to clean out before I headed home for Christmas." Jack was behind you, mindlessly biting at his thumbnail. You caught his look of unease as you turned around. "What's wrong?"

"Huh, oh nothing." He gave you a weak smile. "I just realized this is technically our first Christmas together."

"Oh, yeah. I guess it technically is. Is that a bad thing?" Your relationship was the easiest thing you had going in your life right now, and you just wanted things to naturally progress with Jack, not pushing the issue like you had in all of your previous relationships. It was no secret that the holidays were eventually going to come around, but you hadn't thought about spending them together yet. You were going visit your parents in Atlanta and Jack would be with his, here in Louisville.

"No, no", Jack wanted to reassure you, "Honestly, I just thought it would be different than this. More, romantic, and less, Urban hitting on your best friend."

You let out a small giggle as you wrapped your arms around his neck, Jack's hands finding your hips. He kissed you on the nose and then the forehead, something he always did before saying goodbye to you. "They do have something going on, don't they? I have to warn you, Raquel is a spitfire, she will chew Urban up and spit him out."

"Knowing Urban, that's exactly his type." Jack hummed as he moved toward you, gently pressing a kiss to your lips, your hands finding the curls at the back of his neck as the two of you made out. Jack's hands were inching up your sweater, your bodies pressed tightly together just as Urban interrupted you in the kitchen.

"Should have known the two of you were suckin' face in here." Urban groaned as he shoved his phone into his back pocket. "Y/N, Raquel's parents live in Atlanta, right?"

"Yeah, why do you ask?" You grabbed a couple of random condiments from your cabinets.

"I just was hoping to get in touch with them and see if Raquel had ever been dropped on her head as a baby." Jack let out a humorous breath through his nose, his face dropping when you looked at him. "Hey! That's my best friend you're talking about." You rolled your eyes at Jack who was trying so hard not to bust out laughing.

"Okay, then you know she is the biggest bitch", Urban shrugged, grabbing a handful of M&Ms you had in a bowl on the counter, shuffling them into his mouth.

"The biggest bitch...that you'd like to fuck?" Jack's brow furrowed as he looked at Urban. Urban choked on the chocolate candy in his mouth, his face turning beet red. "What the hell man?", he choked out trying to catch his breath.

"Ok, that's enough. I don't wanna hear this right now." You filled your arms with a couple other food items and some leftovers from dinner. "You two grab those cookies and candy off the counter. I've got an idea."

Jack and Urban filed behind you back into the living room to find Raquel scrolling her phone on the couch. Her eyes grew wide as she looked at you. "Cotton-Headed Ninny Muggins?", she asked with a huge grin on her face, leaving the couch to help you clear the dining room table.

"Oh my god, she's gone crazy." Urban joked, Raquel flipping him the bird. "Has anyone ever told you, you talk too much?"

"No, actually. Not ever." Jack admitted with a head shake.

"Its a game that Rocky and I made up when we were like eight. If you've ever seen the movie "Elf", its named after that." You grabbed a deck of cards out of your hall closet. "Its basically poker, and whoever loses has to eat this crazy concoction that we make, you know, like when Buddy the Elf makes the pasta with chocolate syrup and candy."

"Do I even wanna know who taught you guys to play poker at eight years old?" Jack asked as he sat down at the table. "My sister, she's a decade older than us, and not a very good influence."

"Wait, there's another one of you somewhere out in the world?", Urban asked with a look of playful horror. "Yeah, and she'd hate your ass too." Raquel remarked. Jack leaned over to you, covering his mouth. "Five dollars says they kiss before the night is over."

"I heard that." Jack's head shot up as Raquel dealt him a hand of cards. "Let's make it $100, because that is never gonna happen. Rules are, winner of each hand gets to add an item to the plate of their choosing, we'll go eight rounds and the person with the least wins at the end as to eat the entire plate without throwing up." She glanced at you, who avoided eye contact.

You scoffed as you organized your cards. "You added cat food that one time! There was no way I wasn't gonna gonna be sick." Jack patted your hand affectionately. "Its okay, I would have done the same thing."

Jack won the first hand with a pair of nines. The plate started with some leftover pasta you made for dinner. Not wanting to add to his stomach's demise so early in the game, he kept it simple and added some chocolate sauce on top. He was a picky eater and already hated the thought of having to take one bite, let alone eat the whole plate, so he was glad he was actually good at poker.

At the end of seven hands, Jack had won three games, you had lucked out with two, and Raquel and Urban had each only won one game. The plate of food now looked like something out of a kid's fever dream, piled high with crumbled sugar cookies, a random assortment of Christmas themed candy, two week old sour cream, peanut butter, marshmallows, cold-cut ham, and a drizzle of mustard Urban had put on there when he was feeling confident in the last game.

"Okay, last game. Hate to say it, but one of you is going to be leaving this table with a stomach ache." Jack gestures to your friends as he handed out the last cards, face down. "How did you get so good at poker, babe?", you asked, massaging Jack's shoulder.

"We used to hustle these guys down at this record label so they would let Jack record in their studio." Urban answered, his eyes focused on the cards in his hands. You looked at Jack. "Seriously?"

"Uh... yeah." Jack blushed, "I was very serious about my music career."

After a couple of minutes, both you and Jack had folded with weak hands, leaving Raquel and Urban in the game. In all the years you played this game with Raquel, she was terrible at poker. She wore her emotions on her face, and her tell was that she would wiggle her nose whenever she had a bad hand. You felt bad for how badly she played, so a lot of times you would let her win. That was how you ended up eating cat food that one year, but she was your best friend, and you'd do anything for her.

As you watched Raquel wiggle her nose again, you knew she most likely had a weak hand and Urban was probably going to win. His eyes darted around the table, his leg nervously jiggling under the table as he flicked his cards with his fingers. "What's wrong?", Raquel smirked, "afraid you're gonna lose?" Urban's jaw flexed as he looked at her, quiet longer than anyone expected. "Yeah, I fold." He threw his cards on the table.

"Ha! A pair of twos. Eat up, you Cotton-Headed Ninny Muggins." She laid her cards out for everyone. Urban sighed as he grabbed the plate and began to dig in.

"I think I'm gonna be sick", Jack groaned, burying his face into the crook of you neck, laying across his side of the table.

"Its actually not that bad", Urban chuckled. "Could use a lil' bit more mustard though."

It was after midnight when your apartment was finally quiet, you and Jack getting ready for bed, while Raquel and Urban were already asleep on your couch.

"So much for Rocky and Urban getting together, huh?"

"I wouldn't be so sure." Jack countered as he threw himself on the bed, tucking himself under the cover as he closed his eyes. "Urban threw that last game, he had a full house."

You playfully slapped his chest, making him jump. "Are you serious? That's so cute! I have to tell her.'

"No, Urban will kill me if I told you. That's not his style. Don't worry, she'll give him her number before we leave tomorrow. He looks quiet, but he always gets the girl he wants."

"I think we're watching a relationship in the making, babe. Its a Christmas miracle." You gave Jack some dramatic jazz hands, making him chuckle. He pulled you down on the bed, tucking you into his side. You rested your cheek on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. "Tell me more about this romantic Christmas? What would we do?", you asked as you rubbed gentle circles on his stomach.

"Well, I want you to meet my parents so I'd invite you to Christmas dinner." You perked up, resting your chin on his pecs as you looked at him. "You want me to meet your parents?"

"I talk about you enough, they actually invited you this year, but I didn't want to push you or anything."

"You should have told me, I would have come." Just the thought was giving you butterflies, but from pure excitement, not a nerve in sight. "I have to warn you, my family. They like to sing."

"Like karaoke?"

"No, more like we all get in a room and sing church songs together", Jack said with a laugh. "I love that. I would love to meet your parents next year, babe." You gave him a quick kiss. "What else?"

"I would have given you a gift." He reached over to the nightstand and handed you a small velvet box. You ran your thumb over the top before looking at Jack. "We didn't say we were getting each other gifts."

"Just open it. I'm not expecting anything back from you", Jack responded. "Open it."

You flipped the box open to reveal a pair of diamond earrings. At first, you were at a loss for words as the studs shone in the light. "Jack, baby...they are gorgeous."

"You can wear them to our actual first Christmas together. This doesn't count." Jack gestured his hands in the air. You grazed your fingers along his beard as you moved to kiss him, your lips lingering together as he pulled you on top of him. "Merry Christmas, Jack."

"Marry Christmas, baby."

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the-wraiths-wife · 8 months

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I write a fanfiction about Kaz having a sister in Wattpad, named Adjala Brekker. And I just got the craziest idea. Kaz is always the baby sitter for Adjala's kids so why not write headcannons?

So I just made a few headcannons about Kaz babysitting his niece Jordan, and his two nephews Johannes and Kaz jr.

( Everytime you see a mom approved, it means the kids' mother approves of the activity )

1. "Uncle Kaz's House of Schemes": Kaz turns babysitting into a series of elaborate games and puzzles for the kids. It's like a mini heist every time they visit, complete with clues and riddles to keep them entertained. (Mum approved)

2. Kaz's version of "nap time" is "quiet planning time": When it's time for the kids to take a nap, Kaz uses this opportunity to quietly plan his next big scheme. He's convinced they're the perfect cover for his brainstorming sessions. (Mum approved)

3. Candy heist training: Kaz teaches the kids the fine art of candy heists, complete with disguises, diversion tactics, and a secret candy stash. They're the most resourceful trick-or-treaters in Ketterdam. (Mum not approved)

4. The "Ingenious Bedtime Routine": Kaz has a knack for getting kids to bed without fuss. His secret? He tells them thrilling stories about his heists until they're too excited to stay awake. (Mum approved)

5. Tiny suits and dresses: Kaz insists that the kids wear tiny suits and dresses, just like him, when they go out together. It's a comical sight seeing them dressed as miniature versions of him. (Hehe definitely mum approved)

6. Teaching the art of negotiation: Kaz imparts his negotiating skills to the kids, coaching them on how to haggle with street vendors for the best deals on toys and treats. They quickly become savvy little traders. They negotiate with daddy alot too, and their daddy always falls for this (Their dad hates this, so mum approved)

7. The "Kaz Jr. Inheritance Fund": Kaz secretly sets up a savings account for each of the kids, earmarking it as their "inheritance." He insists they learn about managing their finances from an early age. (Uncle Jes and Mumma approved)

8. "The Kaz Bunker" (my fav) : In the event of a "Kaz-sized emergency," he's built a secret bunker (a well-fortified blanket fort) in the living room. It's the perfect hiding spot for epic pillow fights and strategizing. (There's photo evidence -Inej) [mum approved - Kaz's sister]

9. Poker night (ft. Uncle jes, Daddy and uncle Wy) : Kaz introduces the kids to poker night, using candies as chips. It's all in good fun until Jesper's uncanny ability to bluff leaves Kaz Jr and Johannes with an empty stash of candy, while Jordie has a whole lot to herself. Wylan always gives his candy to Kaz jr in the end. Elijah (the kids' dad) sits their and sticks his tongue out to his brother in-law whenever he wins, only to me met by the Lethal Brekker sibling glower. (The mother doesn't aprove of this, their dad does tho)

10. Lessons in lockpicking (childproof, of course): Kaz teaches the kids the basics of lockpicking, with a set of child-friendly locks and tools. They think it's just a game, but it's secretly a life skill. (The parents don't aprove since candy is always being stolen from the kitchen)

11. Kaz and naps : when the kids' parents get back from date night of smth, they see uncle Kaz and the kids in the Kaz Bunker fort, or all of them on the ground, surrounded my toys and Kaz is laying flat on his stomach and Kaz jr is snoozing on top of him and Jordan and Johannes are snoozing in the corner. This, ladies and gentlemen, is how the bastard of the barrel gets his sleep. (Inej has photo evidence) [Daddy and mumma approved]

12: Lifeskills (ft. Uncle Matty, aunty 'nej and aunty Ninny) : so Kaz gets his gang together to preach Lifeskills to his nephews and niece. Uncle Matty adores the mini demjins. Aunty 'nej takes them in sea trips (Aunty ninny brings the snacks) [ pappa and mumma approved]

13. Shark stare classes 101: in which Kaz teaches his little trainees the signature bombastic side eye and shark like stare, along with the lethal Brekker glower, which always has the kids' dad running for the HILLS, cuz they look like his scary wife and terrifying brother in law. (Daddy and Mumma approved ladies and gentlemen)

A fanfic for this :

I'm tagging a few of the biggest SoC enthusiasts I know : @she-posts-nerdy-stuff @ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes @marsconer

#incorrect six of crows #six of crows #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #jesper fahey #nina zenik #kanej #wylan van eck #shadow and bone #grishaverse #kazbrekker #headcanon #kaz BUNKER #wesper #matthias lives #divine violence #Adjala Brekker

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kissmetwicekissmedeadly · 4 months

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HELLO AGAIN EVERYONE my tummy aches but im being brave about it and im going to fight the pain with the power of love and friendship (aka im going to thank you for the christmas tree messages)

okay let me be emotional for a moment...

because of the current circumstances at home, this Christmas was very different and much lonelier for me. i did my best not to get the blues and i think it was okay for the most part! now looking back at it, without a doubt, the highlight of my Christmas this year was reading the tree messages. it was very late in the night, i had just finished reading Napo's story event route and i saved the best part for desert, barely containing my excitement to finally read the messages. and i expected just a row of "merry christmas"-es 😭 you know, because, i did that? i kept mine all short and i was just shouting some wishes at you.... BUT NO, YOU OUTDID YOURSELVES IN TURN! WHAT WAS THAT! i was right there sobbing in my bed being all "?????" .... i seriously didn't expect 1) to have so many because i did the tree very last minute 2) to receive such sweet messages...

and then i realized, was my Christmas really all that lonely? because, just 3-4 years ago, i didn't know any of you here. before that i never was more than a lurker in online spaces so... i think that's when i had truly lonely christmases, not now. thank you for being here. i don't deserve you... no im sorry if you hate it when i say that, pretend that i didnt say it ( i lowkey think that) (im sorry im in my low self esteem era these past months)

OKAY SO

thank you person called Bread, thank you Lorei for being the first sob of my sob session, it's all YOUR fault that i got so emotional oh my god im totally dm-ing you after this, thank you irl bestie who not only left me a sweet personal message but also roleplayed my faves for me because i screamed (you heard it), thank you kat for your three messages that made me feel all kind of emotions (im touched that youre willing to write this even if i feel like im going to hate it), THANK YOU NINNI HUGS BACK!, thank you Ally i know it was you. using roy to threaten me with a good time.... smh... MERRY CRIMMY SCUM!!!!, YAY TO YOU TOO, SOLACE!! Thank you aqua, you're right, he's good to me 🥺 just as chev is to you, i believe! THANK YOU DREW im still thinking about it. Thank you Fang, I could say the same and you know it 🥺, THANK YOU DEVON!! Thank you so much Ana, I too hope the same, I'm glad I became your mutual! 🥹 Same goes to you too, Oliver! I'm just always so happy to see new faces around, truth is im a little bit shy with interactions at first because i feel annoying... so thank you for becoming my moot! 🙇🏻‍♀️💗 Thank you, sweet Julie 🥹 THANK YOY MYARA, I CRIED A LITTLE! right back at ya, i think that you're an irreplaceable part of our little space and im just so glad to be here and see everything you do and share with us! hope your 2024 is full of joy both on here and irl ❤ Thank you mimi, i feel the same and you better not forget that! Thank you Michelle, love you too!!! THANK YOU, NAMI! Thank you, Impromptu!!!!! Thank you Nori!!!!!!!!! And thank you sui you're so right as ever. nods.

i think thats all im so sorry if i forgot anyone ALSO im so sorry for doing this. i tried to keep my responses vague in case you wanted these to be extra private... i initially was going to dm all of you but. that was because i thought there were going to be like 10 of you!!! again im sorry. love you all so much im an emotional wreck

i hope you had a good time these past few days and i hope we can all look forward to a great 2024 together 🥺 i'd be nowhere without you

@lorei-writes @yanderepuck @claviscollections @yarnnerdally @scummy-writes @aquagirl1978 @ikemendrew @fang-and-feather @devonares @bicayaya @olivermorningstar @queengiuliettafirstlady @keithsandwich @mimi-but-main @xbalayage @namine-somebodies-nobody @the12thnightproject @mcwentfandomtraveling @leonscape

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jegulusofwesper · 2 years

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switching to writing on my phone because baba has fallen asleep on my laptop

#ninnies writing again but will anyone ever get to read it? fuck knows 🤷‍♀️

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fragmentsofmyfixation · 1 year

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The Woes of Being a Butler (Father)

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Clark Kent

Word Count: 1,750

Warnings: None

Summary: Master Bruce in his 27 years of life had never been what one would refer to as social. He hardly spoke to anyone that wasn’t Alfred or Detective Gordon which is why when Alfred finds him preparing to go out, he’s curious.

Alfred was suspicious. Master Bruce had never been one for social gatherings, or anything social period. He had always been a rather recluse child, something which only intensified after the death of his parents. Alfred was a military man who learned the ways of service after his time in British intelligence. He never had a chance to be a father. So when he was left to parent a traumatized young boy, he was clueless as to how to bring him out from this dark place that seemed to be swallowing him from the inside out.

He had tried cajoling the young boy to socialize with his peers but was met with icy rebuffs and anxious tears. He had hoped that Master Bruce’s years abroad would have helped him with his social anxiety, but he still shied away from making social connections and avoided public gatherings like the plague. This is why Alfred was at a loss when watching Master Bruce change his outfit for the fourth time tonight.

Seeing him in anything aside from his sleepwear and full Batman regalia was a sight for sore eyes. Alfred shook his head in bemusement as Master Bruce carded nervous fingers through his hair in a vain attempt to fix his bed head, eye his outfit with disgust, and then go into the closet to change once again. Alfred couldn’t stand by and say nothing.

“Any plans for tonight Master Bruce?”

Master Bruce dropped whatever he was holding, surprised by Alfred’s presence. He must have been deep inside his own head to not notice Alfred’s presence.

Yes, something was amiss indeed.

“Just out,” he replied, voice soft, eyes downturned.

Alfred wasn’t letting this go. “Yes, I can see that, what I’m asking is who your plans are with and what you will be doing. Is this for business? It wasn’t on your schedule.”

While Alfred couldn’t see the look on his face, Alfred knew it was flushing red from his lack of response.

Master Bruce came out from his hiding space closet with a look of nervous confidence.

Having built up enough courage Master Bruce blurted out, “I’m seeing a friend.”

Alfred’s mind stopped at the abrupt declaration before he composed himself once again.

“A friend?”

“Yes, a friend Alfred,” Master Bruce replied instantly.

Ah that type of friend.

“Does this friend happen to go by the name Selena Kyle?”

“No,” he answered immediately. “It’s someone else.”

“Excuse me for my rudeness but I was unaware you had actual friends, considering how your time is spent between searching for justice, avoiding the press, conversing with me, and sneakily trying to hide your food so I won’t force you to eat. I’m just surprised is all.”

Bruce fiddled with his tie —a nervous tick Alfred had noticed— without looking at him.

“It was that reporter, the one who came her for an interview a few months ago.”

Alfred dug up a name in his memories till he was able to match it with a face. Yes, he remembered that reporter, Clark Kent. He had hand picked him to interview Master Bruce because of his stellar record capturing the importance of the person he was interviewing and writing genuine articles instead of writing ludicrous headlines to sell tabloids. Master Bruce had refused stating that he didn’t want to be interviewed.

Stop being such a ninny Master Bruce it’s only an interview.

Bruce had only agreed at the promise of Alfred not bothering him about his sleep schedule —or lack thereof— for a week.

It’s the small victories Alfred supposes.

The day he had come to the manor, was the day right after Master Bruce had fallen from a rooftop, making his mood even more withdrawn. Mister Kent’s charm had managed to pull a few reluctant half smiles out of Master Bruce. All was going well till Mister Kent noticed the bruising on his torso when the hem of Master Bruce’s shirt had risen up as he reached for a mug.

Mister Kent’s worry seemed genuine when he asked if Master Bruce was alright. His face was stricken with panic as he apologized for coming over when he was hurt and insisting that Bruce should have canceled the interview.

“You came here from Metropolis Mr. Kent, cancelling at last minute would have been inappropriate. I’ve already iced the bruise and have been banned from rock climbing by my butler.”

“Your health trumps our interview. I could’ve done a phone interview from my hotel. Seriously Mr. Wayne, you need to pay better attention to your health!”

Alfred remembered the memory fondly, the sight of Bruce feeling properly chagrined and having a regular conversation, with someone his age no less had made Alfred’s year.

However, it seemed that the status of their relationship had changed, and while Alfred respected and approved of him as a reporter and possible friend, he wanted to know what his intentions were with Master Bruce. And he also abhorred being blindsided like this.

“Have you two been keeping in touch?” Alfred asked, voice devoid of any emotion.

Master Bruce seemed to sense Alfred’s tone and answered cautiously. “Well, at first, he sent a follow up email with his article attached and asked how my bruises were healing. I know you’re always telling me how genuine compliments and nice conversation are the keys to the beginning of friendship so I complimented him on the article. It was well written and didn’t have anything I told him not to write in it.”

Alfred nodded, remembering the well written article and how impressed he was.

“After that we continued to exchange emails and he sent me one last week saying he was in Gotham and asked if he could take me out,” Master Bruce said, getting quieter towards his last admission.

“And when were you going to tell me this?” Alfred asked, hurt seeping into his usual sarcastic tone.

Master Bruce looked chagrined at the disappointment leaking into his voice and ducked his head sorrowfully. “It’s not that I wanted to hide it Alfred. I just..” he struggled to find the words, “I just didn’t know if it would last and didn’t want to disappoint you. I know how happy you were when I met Selina and conversely how sad you were when we didn’t work out and I was alone again. I just didn’t want to disappoint you with another failed relationship.”

Another failed attempt at happiness. Is what went unsaid.

The hardness in Alfred’s face softened. His ward was truly one of a kind.

“I’m assuming you’ve ran a background check on the lad before agreeing to go out with him?” Alfred questioned ignoring the charged atmosphere.

Sadness was replaced by cockiness as he replied, “Of course I did, I’m Batman. And I’m sure you ran a background check before scheduling the interview.”

Alfred acquiesced to his point and looked at his ward lovingly. Hesitance crept back into Master Bruce’s expression, seemingly thinking Alfred was still upset with him.

Instead of responding with words that would make them both overly emotional, he decided to give some much needed fashion advice.

“I suggest going with the white turtleneck, a leather jacket, and black slacks,” Alfred advised before leaving the room.

Alfred was reading over Gotham Gazette’s newest paper when he heard the doorbell ring. Before he could stand up to answer it Master Bruce had raced down the stairs, checking his hair one last time in the living room mirrors before approaching the door.

Alfred smiled in his tea at his ward’s thinly concealed excitement. He got up and put on a pejorative mask. He was just in time to see Master Bruce open the door. Mister Kent had brought a bouquet of an admittedly beautiful assortment of flowers.

“Hi,” Clark greeted timidly.

“Hi,” Master Bruce replied bashfully.

“Greetings,” Alfred interrupted standing between the two. Both men were startled out of their bubble. Bruce seemed mortified, cheeks flushing red for the third time tonight. Clark held out his hand in greeting.

“It’s nice to see you again Mr. Pennyworth.”

Alfred didn’t spare at a glance at the outstretched hand and replied, “I wish I could say the same. I wasn’t aware you took a romantic interest in Master Bruce.”

Master Bruce whispered an embarrassed “Alfred!” before apologizing profusely to Mister Kent.

The reporter laughed, seemingly unperturbed.

“It didn’t start off that way. I was genuinely concerned with his recovery. Then we started talking and while Bruce’s replies were a bit…” he paused searching for the right words. “Stilted at first, I was enamored with his quick wit and straightforward personality. I knew it was a long shot asking him out, I’m sure he has potential suitors knocking down doors for the chance to take him out.”

As Mister Kent continued talking, both Master Bruce and Alfred collectively decided not to mention how he’s barely even seen outside of the house, let alone propositioned.

“But my ma always tells me, ‘Clark, you’ll never know if you don’t try’ so I decided to give it a shot and felt like the luckiest man on earth when I read Bruce’s email agreeing to a date.”

Master Bruce leaned back on his heels as he fiddled with the hem of his turtleneck, another nervous tick of his.

“You see Alfred, Clark’s nice,” Master Bruce defended, cheeks bright red, eyes staring in admiration at the reporter.

Alfred internally rolled his eyes at the sight before him. What would those residing in the underbelly of Gotham, think of the scary Batman, the force of vengeance and justice that tears through Gotham’s most dangerous streets like paper every night, blushing like a love-sick teenage girl, wooed by a reporter’s country charm.

Alfred still wasn’t completely sold on Mister Kent, but decided to give his approval, for now.

“Have him home by 11.”

“I’m 27 Alfred, I don’t have a curfew,” he stated indignantly.

Alfred didn’t reply and gave him a nonplussed look. Master Bruce seemed to realize he was serious and leaned close enough to whisper something in his ear.

“12:30 tops Alfred, please?”

Alfred could hear the pout in his voice and resigned himself to tracking their whereabouts in the bat cave if he wasn’t home at 12:30 on the dot.

“Alright lad, have fun.”

Master Bruce gave a small smile before joining Mister Kent to his car. Alfred shut the door and smiled to himself, his ward was finally growing up. The deceased Masters would be proud.

#robbert pattinson #batman #superbat #batman2022 #alfred pennyworth #batfamily #overprotective #bruce wayne #dc comcis #clark kent #superman #battinson

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harrywavycurly · 2 months

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Not Eddie related but what about some conversations with Narry as our friends? 🥰

Hiiii babes!! Oh this made me emo I miss writing for bestie Narry! I hope you enjoy these extremely random ass conversations with them!💖

“Why is he in charge of dinner when we all know I’m the better cook?” “Because Harry this is Niall’s house…now what’s on the menu for tonight? I only brought one bottle of wine.” “Nothing fancy just chicken and-” “did you season it properly?” “Oh fuck off with that Harry.” “We all saw the chicken Niall…it looked unseasoned and just…horrid.” “Do you two need to be separated?” “No…I’ll behave…sorry Niall.” “It’s fine just don’t go being a twat…we haven’t even had any wine yet.”

“Two drinks in and we already have to take your phone away? You’ve turned into a lightweight love.” “Oh come off it Harry we all saw you that one night at the pub in London after like three whiskey sours.” “We don’t speak of that night Niall…you know this.” “Ohhhh was that when he tried to get nake-” “I just said we don’t speak of that night.” “You heard him love we aren’t allowed to talk about when he nearly pe-” “why am I friends with you two?…always pickin on me.” “You love us…doesn’t he Niall?” “Oh yeah he totally loves us…don’t ya mate?” “Yeah yeah…I love you…even when you don’t listen.”

“This is the most uncomfortable couch I’ve ever sat on in my life…why do you have this thing?” “Because my super famous and rich pop star bestfriend hasn’t taken me to get a new one.” “You forgot to add he’s also a movie star love…move over…your lanky arse is just taking up the whole thing.” “I’m doing you a favor…this couch is horrible.” “So then let’s go get her a proper one then.” “I was just kidding Niall I don’t need you two to buy me a couch.” “Jesus…this thing really does fucking suck…how is your back not in shambles from this torture device?” “It’s just old and has a few lumps that’s all.” “Lumps? This thing feels like it’s made out of cement it’s so hard…Niall where did you get your monstrosity of a couch? It may be hideous but it’s comfortable.” “My couch isn’t hideous you dick…but I’m not sure the name of the store but I can just take you there.” “Sounds good…now go grab your sunglasses love…we’re going shopping.”

“What does this mask do again? My face feels…tingly.” “It’s a pore clearing one so tingly is good…burning is bad…Harry where is my black nail polish?” “I’m using it…oh can you bring me the silver glitter please?” “Okay now it’s burning…can I take it off now?” “Beauty is pain Niall don’t be a ninny.” “Fuck off Harry that’s easy for you to say all you’re doing is painting your bloody nails.” “Go wash your face in the sink Niall…don’t get water all over the place like you did last time please.” “He’s a proper mess that one…can’t even handle doing a face mask.” “Don’t be rude Harry…remember when I did that apple cider mask on you and you only had it one for two minutes before you were begging me to help get it off you?” “That was different…you didn’t tell me it was going to turn into solid clay and make my face feel like it was actually vibrating…it was scary.” “How do I look? My face feels as smooth as a baby’s bottom.” “You look great Niall…will you let Harry do your nails?” “Yeah but no fucking glitter like you did last time..that stuff stayed on for ages.”

#bff!Narry x reader #Narry and reader #Narry x bestfriend!reader #Narry concept #best friend!harry #best friend!niall #harry styles au #Niall horan au #niall horan fluff #harry styles fluff #Narry fluff #niall horan fanfiction #harry styles fanfiction #my little irish marshmallow #my little lanky baby

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