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nolita-fairytale · 11 months

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Carmy as Your Baby Daddy | Social Media AU & Headcanon Series | part one

masterlist | part two now that i've finished my top gun: maverick series, it's me i'm back and gearing up for season two. after a bout of food poisoning, i finally cracked and am writing this pregnancy headcanon that i said i wouldn't bc my ovaries would explode (looking at you @allthefandomstogether). anyways, a huge thank you to @carmensberzattos who pinged many an ideas back and forth about carmy as your baby daddy and screamed into the abyss about this on a friday night. i'm writing this with my main character from the make your heart surrender-verse, but can absolutely read as a standalone piece. posting now because i'm so damn excited but i may go back and add some more things later.

oh and this a headcanon series now so. that part.

carmy as your baby daddy:

sometime after the wedding, you and carmy decide that you're ready to start a family. you're not trying but you're not not trying, meaning you've gone off of birth control but you're not carefully monitoring your ovulation cycle either. you both figure that it'll happen when it happens and if it doesn't, there are many other ways to make a family.

carmy never really thought about having kids until the two of you got together. after adopting your kitty together, carmy got to see a your more nurturing side and taking care of something together as a team made him think about how much he wants a family with you. after sugar has her baby it really ups the ante. seeing carmy become an uncle is what starts the conversation about seriously starting a family, and every time carmy sees you holding the baby, it's 'when our kids this, and when our kids that' for days after.

you swear it's food poisoning. after a somewhat questionable late night meal, you spend half the night vomiting while carmy works a later night at the restaurant. you text him to bring ginger ale and tums home. of course he comes through because are you kidding this man is a caretaker?!

you insist that you're fine and much better, even though you're absolutely exhausted. things are so busy at work for you (and have i mentioned the pregnancy fatigue) that you don't think much of it when a few nights later, you find yourself kneeling on the bathroom floor once again.

there are always little kids running around at the extended family gatherings and which led to your realization (when you first met everyone) that carmy is surprisingly good with kids.

it's not till a week or two later (after your little bout of 'food poisoning') that you're at cicero's place for a family birthday party that it hits you. one of carmy's cousins (not richie kind of cousin teehee) has just had a new baby with his wife. you've been catching up with ava, richie's daughter because you've become an auntie of sorts to her. you find some time to steal away for a some girl-time but when you return, carmy is holding his new niece/nephew in his arms.

the sight of him holding the baby not only takes your goddamn breath away as he stares long and hard your way, his blue eyes piercing right through your heart, but it's then that you realize that you're a few weeks late. it's like time stops as you look at him, seeing him coo at the baby with the softest look on his face. the realization hits you, clear as day.

"holy shit." is all you say, earning a few funny looks from the berzatto extended family and friends. "carm, can i borrow you for a second?" you and carmy find a quiet place to talk inside. "you okay, babe?" "carmy i think i'm-. what if i-. i'm late." "what do you-? like.. late late?" "now that i think about it, a few weeks late, honey." "yeah?" he asks you, totally in shock and eyes wide. "yeah."

the two of you make an excuse to leave the party as soon as possible, and hurry to the nearest drugstore to pick up a pregnancy test. you wait till you're home to take it. "do you want me to come in, sweetheart?" "no, carmy! i don't want you to watch me pee, you weirdo!" you answer, even though you know he's just excited.

the two of you are pacing back and forth, practically making dents in the floor with your footsteps for what feels like the longest two minutes of your lives. when your timer goes off, you're both simultaneously freaking out about the fact that you're lives are about to change forever, while also really, really hoping for a positive result. and as the fates would have it, the test is positive.

"holy shit. holy fucking shit. we're- you're-, we're gonna-!" carmy is ecstatic as searches for words. "we're having a baby, baby!" you squeal jumping into his arms." "god, i love you so much," he says, grinning at you as wrap your legs around his waist. "i love you too, carm. so, so much."

you literally get the biggest kick out of calling him your baby daddy: to friends and family, coworkers, random strangers, in restaurants, at the gas station. you'll take photos of him at the farmers market and post on your ig story referring to him as your baby daddy because you find it hilarious. carmy doesn't find it as funny (even though he secretly loves it) and he's cherry-tomato red when you tell the checkout clerk at the bodega across the street from your place that your baby daddy is going to pick up the tab.

everyone at the restaurant is so excited for you! even richie cries a little when you tell him the news. you hadn't really gotten close to richie until ava grew super attached to you, which opened up a whole new avenue and understanding for your friendship with richie.

ever since you found out you were pregnant, carmy always has bread and ginger ale on hand for your morning sickness. he started making you your favorite soft scrambled eggs with toast, but the chives have been way too strong of a flavor for a sensitive tummy. it's slowly become eggs & toast and then just... toast, which you promptly apologize for stripping away any kind of artistic freedom he may have previously had.

you get near compulsive cravings for certain foods, and carmy is always ready to throw on a jacket and run across the street when you get midnight cravings.

carmy hates seeing how tumultuous pregnancy has been during your first trimester. he's always ready with a hair tie or a glass of water for when you're done throwing up. okay hear me out: but carmy starting to wear hair ties because he wants to always have one ready for you. he'll even take off a morning with you or call your workplace if you need a sick day just so that he can take care of you. even if you don't need care, he just wants to spend time with you and be there for you while you go through it.

we already know that carmy is an acts of service king. he is the tenderest, most gentle partner and wants to be as helpful as possible. if you're sick, he wants to make you feel better. if the pregnancy hormones are raging against the machine, he's more than happy to let you be upset, or get you off by any means if the hormones go that way too. he'll sit on the bathroom floor with you and rub your back until you need to vomit again. he'll give you the best morning head of your life. he'll run a bath for you when you need one. he checks in every hour on the hour in your first trimester, which you appreciate, but eventually have to ask him to chill the fuck out.

speaking of physical changes, the pregnancy boobs are ELITE. carmy is always there to make you feel beautiful despite your rapidly changing body, esp when your clothes start fitting differently.

the first time your bump starts showing and you point it out to him, carmy cries. or maybe he notices it first and he's just like... weeping and you're like: babe r u ok? and then you realize that you're showing and carmy is kneeling and admiring your baby bump and now you're crying. sorry, but i don't make the rules it's just a fact that this is how it would go down.

carmy is so emotional about this because he realizes that he finally gets to build the family he didn't have and he gets to build it with you.

well this just hijacked my writing plans oops. part two will be more 'you & carmy pregnancy things' and part three will be birth & post-birth.

tagging my carmy taglist in the comments below!

#carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto #carmy x oc #the bear hulu #the bear fx #jeremy allen white #carmen 'carmy' berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto headcanon #the bear headcanon #carmy berzatto imagines #carmy berzatto fluff #comfort and chaos #still into you #make my heart surrender #Carmy as your baby daddy

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firefirefruit · 4 months

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Steel in Her Veins, Chapter: Twelve

Read On: AO3 | Table of Contents | Next Chapter

Characters: Fem!Reader x Roronoa Zoro

Chapter Twelve: Read Me, But Don't Weep

“Raya? Are you there?”

The clock ticks in the empty studio, wooden floors untouched by the sound of footsteps for days.

“We’re really worried, Raya. Please let me see you.”

Gramps used to be walking around the studio at this time of day. He’d have a steaming cup in hand as he’d trail past your empty workbench, a proud smile curling on his lips. He’d pick your blades up when he thought you weren’t watching and run his finger on their sharp edges.

“Sanji’s here with a meal for you.”

If his finger bled, he’d smile to himself with an approving sip of tea. If it didn’t, he would’ve peeled a post it note from the large stack you’d keep on your table.

“She still isn’t responding. I…I don’t know what to do…”

“Give her time, Nami-san. Look there.” A clinking of plates. The faint silhouette of a cigarette in hand. “She’s finished another bowl. That’s progress.”

He’d draw an arrow across the note using his non-dominant hand, balancing the cup in his other. He’d tack it on the metal, recap the pen, and sit outside with his journal.

The shadow of a small figure props up on his shoulder. “But her wounds, Sanji. If they don’t get tended to, I won’t sleep at night…”

An inhale of smoke. “I have an idea.”

“Look at me!” it would say. Very vague, very non-descriptive. But you’d instantly know what you needed to refine.

When he’d go to sleep, you’d snag the same scrawled-on note from your workspace, scrawl a goofy animal bowing, saying, ‘thank you, old man!’ underneath his text, and quickly slip it into his logbook.

You haven’t slept for days. It’s the anxiety - the sudden twang of loneliness that pulls in your chest when you’re in your bed; the light flickers, your eyes search for the time, and suddenly it hits you that Suki isn’t going to come into your room to wish you goodnight anymore.

The clock's unforgiving chime echoes at five in the morning. Your workshop, usually a sanctuary, feels stifling as you pace anxiously. A tumult of possibilities, questions, and thoughts overwhelms you, each one intensifying the tight knot in your chest, and frankly...

Well, frankly, when you close your eyes, you’re haunted by the image of those eyeballs.

One purple, one grey. One purple, one grey. One that makes you scream, the other that makes you cry.

Today’s the day you finally decide to go through his journal. Always meticulously placed on his favourite stool, its edges torn, and pages thickly bound with a multitude of Gramps-esque thoughts, it lays there from a distance as a heavy reminder of him.

When you open its contents, your fingers tracing through each page, a flurry of multicoloured papers roll out like a snowstorm, covering the floor with hundreds of small post-it notes.

“FLATTEN ME HERE >” one note says.

Below his instruction is your response, a drawing depicting a bear clasping its hands together, saying,

“Thanks, Gramps!”

A blue post-it note, this time:

“Good job. Very sharp.” Smudged traces of blood adorn the top of its corner.

“Need a plaster?” you respond, presenting a very detailed drawing of a smug human smile slapped on a cat’s face.

And you can’t help it. Tears seem to be pooling up in your eyes as you crouch to the floor, fingers gently going through each note in silence. You miss him. You feel out of control. You’re just…lost.

Gently, a soft rapping interrupts the stillness at the front door. Your attention sharply redirects to the source, and with a swift, almost instinctive motion, you vigorously swipe your face with the rough fabric of your sleeve as if trying to erase all emotion on your face.

“Good morning, Raya-san. I’ve put your breakfast outside the door…”

His figure lingers in the crook of the opaque door. He pulls a cigarette to his mouth, a hand tucked into his pockets, and he waits. Only for a second. Waiting to see if maybe this time, you’ll open the door.

True to expectations, there's no response from you. You're crouched on the floor, surrounded by a kaleidoscope of notes, observing his figure as it remains a mere blur. He exists as an elusive presence, unable to connect with you on any level beyond the provision of sustenance.

He fidgets slightly, pressing his legs away from the door.

“…Hey, just…please don’t forget to hydrate.”

As the echoes of his departing footsteps fade, you gradually unfurl from your crouched position. Moving with deliberate quietness, you approach the door, fingertips grazing its surface before grasping the knob. With a gentle turn, you lean in to peer through the peephole, confirming the emptiness beyond.

He's gone.

A sigh of relief escapes you as the door swings open. Your gaze drifts downward, and an overwhelming tide of gratitude and warmth floods your being. The remnants of his kindness linger in the air, a subtle yet tangible embrace. He tends to you, a guardian of care, even in the silence you offer, even when your words remain unspoken.

It’s the usual loving, simple breakfast that graces the front of your door.

Hot tea, no milk or sugar. Sliced apples and oranges adorn the plate like a bunch of blooming flowers - ripe to eat and fragrant to the nose - with a bowl of hand-made yoghurt resting by its side. Surprised, you cock your head at the meal - it's just the way you like it. You suppose that after a few days of testing out different meals with you, Sanji’s been closely observing what you have and haven’t been touching on your plate.

This time, however. you notice that there’s something obscure being propped in the corner of your eye; right next to the plate, there’s a big red box with a medic sign neatly painted across its lid.

“Chopper..." you mutter to yourself, running your fingers over the white medical bandages from within the box.

You feel so guilty – for all of it. You don’t deserve this level of kindness, this thoughtfulness that these members are showering you with. How ungrateful you are to not even open the door to thank them, to show them your face, to offer a smile and let them know that you’re going to be okay.

And still, without expecting anything in return, they still tend to you; Sanji feeds you, Nami sits in front of your door every day and obnoxiously talks to herself out loud, Chopper constantly worries for your physical health… All the while, you haven’t offered a reassuring word through the gap of your door.

Besides receiving it from Gramps, you haven’t experienced much unconditional love in your life - and that scares you. All of this scares you. Their love. It just...feels weird.

You find yourself perched on the floor, grappling with the swirling thoughts in your mind.

“What would you do if you were in my place?” Leaning in, you whisper to Suki's journal, your eyes carrying a silent plea for guidance. You feel the journal's roughened leather cover beneath your palm, your fingertips explore the edges of papers slightly unhinged from its binding.

Then, mid-bite, you pause. Your attention shifts as your fingers discover a loose piece of paper. It's strategically placed, almost as if meant for your eyes alone. Reading the words scrawled across its outer corner, you momentarily forget the apple in your hand, drawn into the unseen musings between the pages.

Raya. Read me.

Your heart pounds in your throat, immediately pulling the sheet out from its bound home.

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Raya,

In the best-case scenario, I naturally left you as I gave you my parting words.

In the worst, I probably pretended not to know you.

All in all, I hope that as you read this, you start snapping the way you always do whenever I’m trying to get a rise out of you…

Raya, if I have passed, please let my body rest in Wano. After that, I want you to immediately get the hell out of that place and start living your life.

If I am alive - and this is incredibly imperative - do not look for me. I want you to imagine me as having passed, to immediately get the hell out of my workshop, and to start living your life.

There’s much I haven’t told you. Some say I’m better at writing words than speaking them, and I must wholeheartedly agree; I suppose that’s why I began writing in the first place. You still have a part of me within these entries. Words never die, but the memories of them do.

I’m very much aware that I hadn’t said this enough to you – perhaps out of my ‘Wano-esque’ pride, as you call it – but I am incredibly proud of you.

I’m glad that my granddaughter was the catalyst for kicking me out of my home country - because if it had never happened, I would have been a thankless old man, doing thankless things in the comfort of my own home. And that’s why…

I decided to join the Straw Hats behind your back.

I know you’re probably incredibly furious with me right now. But please hear me out before you do anything.

I’m sorry for doing this without you knowing, but I‘d somehow known that I wouldn’t have enough time to kick your ass out of my workshop before I’d be gone.

Raya, even if I’m too old for adventure, I want my spirit to watch over and follow yours. I joined so that you would simply have no other choice but to follow me.

Become the greatest blacksmith of your generation. Hell, become a pirate. Join me on the Sunny.

Kozuki Sukiyaki

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The paper in your hand aggressively shudders, your gaze drifting to the door in front of you. You shove down the sob rising in your throat, fingernails digging into your skin.

He did what?

You’re seething. What the fuck? This actual hardass planned this all from the beginning. He knew. He knew something was going to happen and instead of informing you, he joined a fucking pirate crew.

Gramps would smile every time he’d open his journal, looking forward to every morning when he’d be able to read another new message.

You barge out the door, letter firmly grasped in your claws.

You’d stay in the workshop, pretending to be refining your blades, but in the corner of your eye, you’d be secretly watching, waiting for him to open his leather cover, and be met with your love.

The sunlight splinters through into your weakened eyes, the heat in your legs increasing as you begin charging towards the cave, towards the coastline, towards the fucking Sunny.

It was something so little, something so insignificant. But between you two, it was an earth-bending way of expressing your love, your gratitude to one another.

You leap onto the Sunny, standing straight in front of a knotted Luffy, his body stringing over the mast like a broken flag.

His eyes widen immensely as he sees you, breathing in a considerable amount of air, before screaming,

“RAYAAA-“

You throw your hand into the air, gaining more and more speed as your fingers plunge forward, and you strike at Luffy’s cheek.

You slap him. You slap Luffy with Gramps’ letter. Hard.

“Raya!” Usopp shrieks, running to restrain you. “What’s going on?”

“What did I do now?!” Luffy moans, wringing his arms around the mast.

“You let my old man join your crew?” You scream at Luffy, Usopp struggling to restrain you.

A synchronous “What?!” from the entire crew resounds on the Sunny, everyone momentarily forgetting their activities.

“Is it true, Luffy?” Chopper’s eyes are practically bulging.

“Oh, that!” Luffy scratches his head, a goofy grin plastered across his face, seemingly oblivious to the storm brewing in your eyes. “Yeah, I did!”

"What do you mean, 'Yeah, I did'?" Sanji interjects, cigarette dangling from his lips. His usual calm demeanour cracks, revealing a hint of irritation.

Luffy shrugs, "He asked if he could join, and I said sure. He's a cool oldie."

Usopp struggles to hold you back as you seethe with anger, the letter crumpled in your grip. "Cool oldie? Luffy, he’s gone! He didn’t intend to actually join; he's trying to make me join. Do you understand?” Luffy, still clueless about the emotional turmoil he's caused, scratches his head again. “No?”

You find your voice, the anger giving way to a desperate plea. "Luffy, he did this because he knew he was going to be taken away, and he didn't want me to be left all alone. He wants me to join, to continue his legacy.”

Luffy's grin fades as he looks at you, the weight of the situation dawning on him. "Ohhhh…”

Zoro, who's been leaning against the mast with closed eyes, finally speaks up, "Luffy, you should've at least informed her. We don't know what she's been through."

You snap your head up, glaring straight at the fucking marimo.

“What did you just say?” You hiss.

Zoro, leaning against the mast with his eye still closed, seems undisturbed by your sharp retort. His posture remains relaxed, but there's a subtle tension in the air, an unspoken challenge between you and the swordsman.

Your glare, fuelled by frustration and betrayal, meets Zoro's closed eye. It's as if he can sense the storm of emotions within you, yet he remains unfazed.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Zoro opens his eye, revealing a keen gaze that pierces through the charged atmosphere. The intensity in his expression matches yours, a silent acknowledgment of the clash between two strong-willed spirits.

As you lock eyes with him, there's an unspoken understanding that goes beyond the immediate conflict. It's a recognition of shared defiance, a stubbornness that transcends words. Zoro doesn't look away; instead, he meets your gaze head-on, challenging you to confront the emotions bubbling beneath the surface.

Usopp, sensing the escalating tension, takes a step back, observing the interaction between you and Zoro with a raised eyebrow.

You take a step forward, still seething with anger, and Zoro, in response, pushes himself off the mast. The distance between you two narrows, and the air crackles with the unresolved energy of conflicting emotions.

“Don’t act like you understand anything,” you hiss, your voice laced with bitterness. “You’re the one who let him get taken.”

Zoro's eyes narrow at your accusation, a flicker of irritation breaking through his calm exterior. The crew, still frozen in the wake of your outburst, watches the confrontation unfold with a mixture of surprise and concern.

"I didn't let him get anything," Zoro retorts, his voice low and steady. "Your old man made his own choice. Don't put that on me."

Your fists clench at your sides, the pain and anger surging through you. The words you exchanged with Suki's journal replay in your mind, intensifying the overwhelming emotions. You take another step forward, closing the gap between you and Zoro, your eyes locked in a battle of wills.

"He joined the crew to protect you," Zoro continues, his gaze unwavering. "He wanted you to live freely, without being tied down to whatever he’s hiding."

"He didn't need to join a crew of pirates for that," you shoot back, your voice shaking with rage and sorrow. "He could've told me. He could’ve let me choose my own choices."

Zoro's jaw tightens, and a rare hint of emotion flashes in his eyes.

Franky and Chopper, still on edge, watch the intense exchange between you and Zoro.

You tear your gaze away from Zoro, the anger subsiding into a heavy sadness. Your shoulders slump, and the weight of the recent events presses down on you; everyone watches, unsure of how to comfort you in your moment of vulnerability.

Luffy's expression turns more serious as he looks at you, "He said not to tell you…He wanted it to be a surprise."

You hold the paper in your hand like grasping at the last remnants of your grandfather. "Luffy, do you have any idea what he wrote in this letter?"

The crew falls silent, awaiting your response. You take a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions before speaking.

"He said if he's alive, I shouldn't look for him. Pretend he’s dead. Continue living my life as if nothing ever happened. I’m sick of him telling me what to do, Luffy. I’m sick of the secrets and the surprises and...and...."

The weight of those words hangs in the air, a heavy silence settling over the tumbling waves. Nami places a warm hand on your shoulder, squeezing you in comfort.

“Something bad’s happening,” you say, looking at each and everyone in the eye. “I can just feel it. And there’s no chance that I’m going to just… let my old man...”

“Then, join us,” Luffy intervenes, crossing his arms.

You stare at him, taken aback by his bluntness. “Did you not listen to anything I just said?"

“I did,” Luffy affirms with a nod. He steps towards you, placing a hand on the other side of your shoulder, and offers you a slight smile. “No hard feelings, Swords, but we’re gonna grab Gramps with or without you being a part of our crew. And this time, it’s your choice. Not Gramps. Not anybody’s. Yours. You choose.”

"I..." You pause, unsure of what to say. "I mean..."

Luffy cocks his head at you, beaming.

"Well? What's it gonna be?"

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disaster-racing · 6 months

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I don't usually do text posts, but I just have to ask - has anyone else noticed something strange with the Screaming Meals streams recently? James and Clem have been making some weird comments about Marcus, and they sound... a bit worrying? So I went back to their previous streams to check, and here what they said:

Qatar quali stream:

C: "We're trying, you know, to really promote this channel… trying to make it grow, got no idea what we're doing. And Marcus Armstrong doesn't wanna help us." J: "Yeah. To be fair, he doesn't have a say these days in what goes on his Instagram." C: "Does he not? Oh! That's true, I forgot about that. That is true."

C: "So, so, can you… is that the real reason, the fact that you haven't got enough devices, that you're not listening to our stream, or is it sort of censored in the household, per se?" M: "Yeah, the US has actually censored Screaming Meals, umm…" C: "Oh, see, I didn't think it would have been–" J: "Sort of a North Korea situation, is it?" C: (laughs) M: (laughs) "For obvious reasons, mate, for obvious reasons." C: "Yeah, doesn't seem to be the US, but err…"

J: (talking to Marcus) "I don't know about you but the last time I checked my bank account, fuck me, there was some… there's gotta be some numbers missing, but…" C: (closes eyes, laughing)

Qatar sprint stream:

J: "Marcus gets to the UK sometime in November so we'll definitely be filming some stuff in November, as long as he's allowed to. Um, then you can get some more pods."

Qatar race stream:

J: "Marcus says please call a bit later than lap 15, with an x." C: "What a loser! Just always skiving off work." J: "Yeah, why, like… I dunno, he's probably getting screamed at or something, I dunno." C: "Marcus is? Yeah… well, he has been under quite a lot of pressure hasn't he, recently." J: "Yeah… " … C: "No, he hasn't lost control of his downstairs. He has lost control of his credit card, though." J: "He certainly has lost control of his credit card. Anyway!"

C: "Marcus joining us as well for a short trip [in Brasil]. Interesting." J: "Yeah apparently we're not allowed to talk about that." C: "No, we're not. Good times."

J: "Shall we give Marcus another go?" C: "Nah." J: "Fair enough." C: "He was being his usual 'I'm too cool for you guys'…" J: "He was being a bit, wasn't he. He's probably on another sanction from speaking to us." C: "I think so yeah. Must be one of those sanctions."

Mexico race stream:

J: "I'm gonna give Armstrong a buzz." C: "No chance he answers." J: "I believe he's due to fly out 9pm Mexico time." C: "He'll be under heavy control. …has your number not been placed on the 'banned' list?" J: "Ah, no, this is a burner." C: "Oh, mine has. Mine has." […] C: "Quite a lot of restrictions to get in contact with Armstrong these days."

Q&A stream:

(talking about what they would buy if they had to spend £1million on each other) J: "Then for Armstrong… ummm, I'd, I dunno, I'd probably just help him pay off his credit card debts." C: "True! Paying off his credit card debts would be something. Definitely."

C: "Look, we've got Loraine with the hashtag Free Marcus." J: (snorts) "No comment."

And when Marcus was on the sprint race stream last night, he seemed a bit tired and low energy, quite different to how he was on the streams earlier in the year. Maybe I'm just overreacting, but I really hope he's okay and some of the things they've said aren't as concerning as they sound...

#marcus armstrong #clement novalak #screaming meals #james harvey blair

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bearw-me · 2 months

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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐮𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥

𐐒 includes : lute x gender neutral! reader (platonic) 𐐒 cw : none 𐐒 summary : what it would be like to be lute's friend + general hcs for her 𐐒 note : it only took me a second to realize i love lute no question.

being lute's friend means never getting a text back from her. the most you'd get is maybe an emoji : 👍

she never thinks about what she says until she says it. . . leading to some funny- out of pocket moments

she's very work-oriented, and besides working out and sparring i solemnly believe she'd be horrible at taking care of herself.

ie: does not eat properly (junk foods and fast meals etc), not very high maintenance person in general, and doesn't sleep properly (which is probably why she gets or seems grumpy most of the time)

you've brought her out to do a ton of things, but you seem to notice that she actually loves rollercoasters.

yeah, she loves her adrenaline

fiercely loyal to you, even if she doesn't act like she cares

you can ramble for hours at her without Lute showing the slightest bit of interest, but when you stop she looks up from whatever she's doing and asks you questions to keep you ranting

that kind of friendship where the two of you don't have to do much when you hangout or see each other

if you consider: watching a movie with lute's legs laid over your lap, while the two of your criticize movies "hanging out"

. . . she loves it

lute embodies that adam quote of : being a bad bitch

gives you hard advice, meaning most times the truth is harsh and hard to swallow, but often true!

likes to push you when you need motivation, especially if you love something or love to do it

she can bring you food, tidy up your space and encourage you to keep doing it (she can be gentle when motivating you)

but she can also be a total hard ass if you don't get moving too (so you decide which side you wanna see)

(because she's so work-oriented) i think when lute got promoted to be Adam's second in command and the leader of the exorcists, you were the first one to know

because she could absolutely feel comfortable enough to laugh and scream as much as she could from the achievement!

her precious smile would be so big

like her wings and feathers are literally fluttering with excitement

lute: highly competitive too, games are to the death (or at least feel like they are)

lute always has a smug smirk when she's right

while having this 'proof read' my friend sent me this and i NEEDED to post it. behold: the reader/lute friend dynamic

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #headcannons #headcanon #imagines #hazbin lute #lute hazbin hotel #lute x platonic!reader #lute x reader #lute x gender neutral! reader #platonic relationship #just say pt2 and ill do it no questions asked #lute x you #lute x y/n

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leaentries · 1 year

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luke hughes x chubby!reader headcanons part 2

part 1

SFW & NSFW under the cut!

SFW

so this has been on my mind all day, luke being just so protective of you.

this man is not afraid to stand up for you or put someone in their place if they do wrong by you. his arm is constantly always around your body in a protective manner, pulling you into his side whenever you’re out somewhere with a lot of people

if y’all ever go out to clubs or parties, he will not take his eyes off of you incase he needs to sprint into action and whoop some dickwads ass.

i dare someone to ever make an inappropriate comment about your looks or size anywhere near him, because that might be the last thing they ever do

he also has a tendency to make sure you don’t bump/run into things. if you’re a bit on the clumsier side of life, lukey boy has your back. always covering the corners of counters in the kitchen or table if you bend over, holding your hand and helping you out of the car, guiding you by the small of your back through places, etc.

luke’s goal in life is to take care of you. so with this comes his uncanny ability to read your body language

this dude can look at you for .2 seconds and know what you’re feeling. he wont hesitate to help accommodate your needs. if you’re tired, luke is doing everything in his power to get you to bed and comfy in his arms. if you’re hungry, he is finding out what you’re craving and getting it for you ASAP. oh boy, don’t get me started on him feeding you.

luke has actively said in an interview that his favorite thing about being in the nhl was the food bars, so it’s no surprise that he loves being able to shove food into you as much as possible.

he definitely always makes you a plate or shares his pre-game meals with you. he’ll just walk over to you with a big grin on his face and two plates in his hands full of food for the both of you

you will always get the certain “have you eaten today?” “what did you eat for lunch?” “do you want me to get you some food?” texts multiple times a day

he will get so so sad if he notices you not eating properly and taking care of yourself, so he takes on the task of making sure you are fed properly every single day

i also am bringing this back from my last post, but i just strongly believe that when y’all are home, he is a level 1000 clinger

he just loves your body so freaking much, just how warm and soft you are. he’s not afraid to tell you this either, he’s just such a big ole teddy bear when it comes to you and all your curves

NSFW

luke definitely has a tit fucking kink. just the thought of your full boobs wrapped around his thick cock is enough to make him throb with need

100% loves to cum either on your boobs, stomach, or inside if you let him

he is so pitiful when he’s in a more submissive kinda mood, definitely whimpers the second he sinks into you. it honestly is kinda a power trip for you, cause you have THE luke hughes whimpering at just your touch

he loves eating you out. he’s a munch. he will do it anytime you want, all you got to do is ask. he just loves to please you. he will lap at your puffy lips and suck your clit until you’re screaming his name.

it’s his element. other than the ice, his favorite place to be is between your thighs.

he loves when you kiss and lick up and down his abs, the feeling of your tongue dipping into the defined lines of his muscles will have him cumming in seconds.

he also loves when he can just rub his cock through your lips, grazing your clit and giving just enough stimulation for the both of you to become hot and bothered before slipping into you

his ears and neck definitely get bright red when he’s flustered.

making him flustered is very easy for you to do, especially if you are wearing anything slightly revealing. simply run your hands up and down his body slowly and whisper in his ears and he will fall to the fucking floor.

he will press down under your soft belly rolls while he fucks into you so it just feels that much better.

loves when you ride him so he can watch you boobs bounce. he just loves watching your body bounce on top of his cock; stomach, boobs, ass, he loves it all.

a/n- look at me posting 2 days in a row, woohoo!! i still have so much more to say about luke, so i will most likely be making a part 3 😋 sorry if this is a bit short, i just have a lot of thoughts and i want to spread them out into multiple parts! feel free to send in requests for our lukey boy and chubby!reader!! thank you for reading :))

#luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes x chubby!reader #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes headcanons #luke hughes smut #njd x reader #new jersey devils #nhl x reader #jack hughes #quinn hughes #leawrites🍀

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v4mpirezz · 3 months

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤 ! ꒱ ˎˊ˗

#𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Modern! Tennant | Fem! Reader | Fluff | Hcs

#𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Modern Tennant!? HERE WE COME HEHEHWHEH What a brain rot. Silently I hope people take inspiration from this

Modern! Tennant, who still is old fashioned. Tennant without calling you “My lady”, courting you, being proper, a gentlewoman, IS NOT TENNANT!

Modern! Tennant, who somehow has many followers on her social media platforms, she isn’t very active online and posts rarely. However her posts gains thousands of likes on instagram or even millions on tiktok where she shows herself.. Yes, obviously she has many fangirls.

The AMOUNT of edits people have made of her is insane— She even reposts some that she really likes or finds bold which literally makes her fans scream and rant off about it. She also has so much fun reading thirsty comments about her.

Modern! Tennant, who sneakingly takes pictures of you when you’re not looking. Honestly, you fill her whole camera roll! Sometimes she will post some on her Instagram, but she keeps most of them to herself; she wants to be the only one who sees you looking so adorable and relaxed. She especially keeps silly pictures of you to herself!

Has a picture of you devouring the food, she finds it cute! Will never delete it.

Modern! Tennant, who takes you on many dates. This woman will think of a date idea in the middle of the night and text you asking if you like the idea… Yes she will text you at 2am, so what?

Modern! Tennant, who always chooses breathtaking places for your dates— however they aren’t as breathtaking as you are; is what she says.

Modern! Tennant, who always starts the date with a cup of coffee from the café first. She will also buy you a drink or a dessert if you want! Better yet, both.

Modern! Tennant, who always dresses up so aesthetically. Even her casual outfits always have this.. alluring and charming aura. She could be wearing such simple clothes and you’ll be blushing from how beautiful she looks.

Modern! Tennant, who receives many stares from interested women while out in public. In her head she chuckles and holds your hand. In a way to let you know— and the others know— that she is only interested and has eyes on you.

Modern! Tennant, who loves seeing you in awe when looking around. It’s adorable and makes her fall head over heels with you all over again. How surprising isn’t it?

At first, Tennant first saw you as a lady to take to her bed for a night like she did with others; but you stayed. Something about you captured her heart. Perhaps the pureness your heart held? Your lovely expressions? Your angelic voice? Your gentle touch?

Or perhaps the way you were genuinely interested in getting to know her. Tennant is aware that many lust for her, yet she never saw that in your eyes but actual interest to getting to know her as a person. That night you two met at a party, she took you home and kissed the back of your hand with a goodnight.

Modern! Tennant, who still reads the newspapers.

Modern! Tennant, who enjoys watching movie with you. Snuggling together and sharing a cozy blanket, it’s simple yet also romantic?

Modern! Tennant, who surprises you with rose petal baths and candles lit up. The same goes for your bedroom, but those are sorely for when she’s feeling like having an intimate night with you. She thinks setting the mood if very important.

Modern! Tennant, who randomly sends you pictures of her outfit of the day.

Modern! Tennant, who is a huge fan of The Weekend, and occasionally listens to Romeo Santos.

Modern! Tennnant, who helps you cook dinner for tonight while playing music, then suddenly grabs your waist and dances with you while laughing and giggling.

She is a master at dancing, twirling you and stealing a few kisses from you.

*Kisses the back of your hand* “Not a bad dancer, my lady~”

Modern! Tennant, who can literally get the job as a chef; her cooking skills are amazing as well as her taste. She cooks you 5 star meals no kidding.

Modern! Tennant, who always has a hand on your thigh when driving.

Modern! Tennant, who loves making Spotify playlists dedicated to you. She plays them when you two are alone doing activities, laying on bed, or in the car.

TV girl, Girl in red, and The Smiths fill that playlist <3

Modern! Tennant, who makes matching jewelry for you both using those cute charms that are being sold online.

Modern! Tennant, who likes mystery genres and is quick to figure out the culprits, she is like a detective! At the end of the final reveal she smiles in victory, “I told you! I knew it!”

Modern! Tennant, literally lives the aesthetic life. Her fridge is SO NEAT AND CLEAN? EVERYTHING in her house is, how!? She definitely makes aesthetic videos on tiktok and people love them, they find it satisfying.

She even makes cooking and baking videos! However, there was this one time she made a tiktok showing her face and like I mentioned, edits were made of her, and the original video got viral like WTF!?

People were calling her many things, mommy, leg opener, you name it.

People even asked if she could make an ASMR—

#reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 tennant #reverse 1999 x reader #reverse1999 #re1999 #tennant reverse 1999 #tennant x reader #ada tennant #tennant #reverse: 1999 #reverse 1999 tennant x reader #reverse: 1999 x reader #reverse 1999: tennant

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suzie-shooter · 9 months

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#screaming meals #clement novalak #james harvey blair #marcus armstrong #callum ilott #screaming meals text posts

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harufluff · 2 years

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✧°〜「 stray kids reaction to their s/o randomly wanting kisses from them 」〜°✧

warnings - none i don’t think. please let me know if there is

genre - fluffy goodness, angst for one of them, stray kids x gender neutral reader

requested - nope just for fun…

a/n - let’s get some stray kids on!! also thank you to everyone who saw my first few posts. ilyyyy <33333

✰ BANG CHAN ✰

you and chan were hanging out at home, just chilling out and getting some work done from the long week. chan was working on a new song while you were cleaning up the kitchen from your last meal. you started feeling deprived of you sweet boyfriends kisses.

you got up from you position and walked over to him. you sat on the floor right next to him. he didn't notice you sitting there staring up at him for a few second but when he did he was concerned. “y/n, baby what are you doing there? why are you sitting in the floor? did something happen? are you ok?!” his volume was increasing as he continued to get more worried “no no!! channie i just was some kisses”. you pouted lightly feeling a bit embarrassed at what you just said. “aww my baby wants kisses?? c’mere i’ll give you some kisses”. he picked you up and put you in his lap and started kissing you face all over making you giggle. “i love you” “i love you too”

ও LEE MINHO ও (lee know)

minho decided to take you on a date to the han river. you walked around, took in the view, i like the view right now enjoyed each other’s company, etc. it was about 5:00 when you decided it was getting a bit to cold for comfort, so you decided to go home. you hopped in the car and listened to music. to your dismay, most of the car ride was in silence.

when you finally got home, you walked into the again cold apartment, took your shoes off left them by the door and put you slippers on. while minho took his off, you decided to get what you wanted all day. so you gave him a back hug and leaned on him. “y-y/n! i’m gonna fall!” he screamed. you look your wait off him still not letting go of his waist. when he wasn’t falling anymore, he turned around in your arms and looked down at you. “what do you need, love”. you pursed your lips signifying what you wanted and he smiled and complied. “you want more? i’ll give you more. how about we make things interesting and i kiss you somewhere else?”.

☻ SEO CHANGBIN ☻

it was was past one am on a sunday night. you and your boyfriend both had work tomorrow. although it felt like that hardest thing ever to get up and out of bed. you looked over at your boyfriend who’s was looking at his phone. you stare at him with his cute circular glasses perching on his nose. “b-babe why are you looking at me like that?”.

you closed your eyes and snuggled closer to him. you leaned up and kissed his jaw making him blush. he turned you over and you lay on his chest. he kissed you face all over making you giggle.

⏤͟͟͞͞☆ HWANG HYUNJIN ⏤͟͟͞͞☆

you haven’t seen your boyfriend all week, due to his recent promotions. you have been texting and calling him as much as possible while he is away, but today, he finally is coming back home. he told you not to come pick him up just in case, so you wait at home with only your anticipation.

2:34

hyunjin: hey sweetheart. about to get on the plane. can’t wait to see you! i love you

y/n: hi jinnie. i’ll see you soon. love you too

5:46

y/n: you off the plane yet, love?

hyunjin: just got off. coming home now!!!!

y/n: yay!!

you wait in your apartment for hyunjin to come home until you hear it. the door opening. you see you tall boyfriend with a bright smile. “hi y/n”. you run up to him and jump up into his arms. he wraps his arm around you legs to keep you up. you kiss his face all over, and when you’re done he does the exact same to you. you spent the day in each others arms enjoying each others presence.

ꕤ HAN JISUNG ꕤ

September 14th. your boyfriends jisungs birthday. you planned out everything for his special day. you would let him sleep in. get up early and make him breakfast in bed. let him relax for a few hours before you go and see some friends and family. have a expensive dinner all together. come back home. and do whatever he wants from then on.

you woke up at 7:34, planning on getting up. but then what happened was someone’s arm was around your waist, not letting you from getting out of the bed. guess who’s arm that is? the one person who never wants you to get out of bed if he was the choice. you tried to wiggle out but nope. there was no budging until you heard.

“trying to leave me, baby” he asked you. you could tell there was a smirk on his face by his tone. “i have to go to the restroom”. no you don't “no you don't”. your eyes widened. “i found you list for today in your bag. i. know. everything”. he carried out the “everything” in a sing-songy tone. “ok then here’s my alternative”. you rolled over onto him and sad on his torso. he chuckled “what are you gonna do. kiss me?” “that’s the plan” you kissed him all over his face as he tried to get you to stop. but did it? nope.

☀︎ LEE FELIX ☼

felix decided to surprise you with a cute cat cafe date! you had a nice morning together and made a quick breakfast together just enjoying each others company.

what you didn’t know was that he was planning something. he finally got you to get out the door and to the park.

you sit under a large tree in the park, felix laying his head in your lap on the picnic blanket. you were reading a book to him and he was staring into your eyes lovingly and with so admiration.

"and that the end of chapter 11. how'd you like it?" you asked closing the book and putting it down next you his head. "I loved it darling. thanks for reading it" he smiled so brightly it was almost like the sun. you smiled back at him and leaned down and cupped his face with both hands and pecked his face. he definitely teased you the rest of the day.

♡ KIM SEUNGMIN ♡

ahh the late night. what a peaceful time to spend with your best friend, and new boyfriend. a few days ago seungmin confused that he had liked you for a long time now. you gladly returned his feelings.

now you were both laying in bed together, you head on his chest, watching 'nevertheless' together. he wanted to watch the office but he gave you the benefit of the doubt and you ended up watching a kdrama. he was happy enough letting you enjoy your night.

you looked up at him with doe eyes for some random reason that neither of you knew. but sadly he wasn't really paying attention and his eyes were on the tv screen. "wow. you really like this show dont you?" you giggled. he didn't look at you, knowing his face was bright red.

you kissed his jaw to see if he would look at you. but nope. he didn't. "fine be like that". you could feel him chuckle under your head, so what do you do? you leaned up on him and kissed all over his face. "yah! y-y/n! what are you doing?!" you kept doing it until he finally grabbed you face and kept it there so you stopped. you looked at him with a smirk while he glared at you. "stop". you pouted at him. he leaned in and gave you a long, passionate kiss. "I love you".

✧ YANG JEONGIN ✧ (i.n)

the most important meal of the day. breakfast. who’s making it? not you for once! you’re sweet boyfriend jeongin wanted to cook breakfast for you and hes making your favorite. cinnamon roles!!!!! yay!!!

you’re sitting on the counter acting like a child waiting for candy after dinner. you swing your legs back and fourth in anticipation.

“yah! y/n stop banging your legs agains the cabinets. you’ll break them”. you giggled and stoped, knowing he was just nagging out of love.

“jeonginieeeee. are they don’t yet?” you asked trying to look around him. “baby i havnt even started. i was cutting fruits” he told you and turned around coming closer to your sitting figure. “thank you. sorry for being annoying”.

he placed himself in between your legs. “you’re not being annoying. i’m glad you’re exited”. he gave you a smile of reassurance and kissed your noes. then he gave you a peck on your cheek, then your jaw, and finally your lips. “i love you”. “love you too”.

i hope you liked it! i forgot about this for a bit so it’s kinda random. ily!! thanks again!!

-🐥

#stray kids #stray kids bang chan #stray kids lee know #stray kids changbin #stray kids hyunjin #stray kids han #stray kids felix #stray kids seungmin #stray kids i.n #stray kids reactions #stray kids fluff

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everlastlady · 7 months

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Aight, I’ll bite. Autistic Wally Darling x autistic reader headcannons, maybe with both of them being transmasc as well? Hit me with that good fluff!

I'll do my best to hit you with the good fluff, so I hope that you enjoy these hcs and apologies for not answering <3

Autistic Transmasc Wally X Autistic Transmasc Reader.

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✰- Author's Note: Hello my little puppets welcome to the first Welcome Home Request/Story on my page. Sorry that these asks/request are coming out slowly. If you sent a request; I promise that I'll get to it soon. I hope I did well with this story because sometimes I can get self conscious about my writing. So I do hope that I delivered, remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink some water, get some fresh air, take your medicine, and remember that you are loved. If you loved this story remember to comment, click or tap that heart button, reblog with tags, and blaze if you can. Always remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡

✰- Word Count: 1205.

✰- Story Contains: Fluff, Autistic Wally who is Transmasc, Autistic Reader who is also Transmasc, Welcome Home characters, apple pie with Wally, and kissing.

✰- Posted: Sunday, October 8th 2023 at 9:28 pm

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When you moved into the neighborhood, Wally was curious about the new neighbor. Everyone kept talking about how to make you feel welcomed. Eddie suggested they should throw you a welcome to the neighborhood party; everyone agreed and so everything was being planned. It was Wally’s job to keep you distracted so Wally invited you over to paint with them and have a good hot slice of apple pie. Which you happily agreed to. You weren’t a good artist like Wally was but you had fun painting pictures with him and drinking apple pie. The two of you would chat about things you enjoyed and dislike. Wally was surprised to find out that you were transmasc like him. This brought a smile to the little artist's face. And you were definitely taller than Wally but he didn’t mind most of the people in the neighborhood were taller than him.

Wally eventually got the text from Frank and he took you to the surprise Party. What joy you felt when everyone screamed your name and welcomed you to the neighborhood. There were games, music, and snacks. But that didn’t stop you from leaving Wally’s side and he was glad that you stayed by his side at the party and played the bobbing for apples game with him, danced with him, and enjoyed the snacks. You and Wally were stuck to each other like glue until the party ended and he walked you home. The two of you told each other goodnight, as you went into your house; Wally stood there feeling all warm and fuzzy. He never felt this way about anyone, he didn’t know how to describe but all he knew is he wanted to spend more time with you.

He likes to tell home about you. “ (Name) just really amazing, I like the way they laugh at my jokes and listen to me talk about the history of art. I want to spend more time with them and not just painting, I should invite them over for lunch. “ Wally said. House agreed with him so Wally wrote you a letter and made sure to have Eddie deliver the letter to you. The next day you received a blue envelope that had yellow star stickers on it and an apple sticker that closed the envelope. Your name written and your eyes stared at the from Wally. You smiled and opened the envelope, a lovely letter from Wally telling you that he wants to have lunch with you and when to show up if you are available along with his number. So you set down the letter and call Wally to let him know that you would gladly join him for lunch. “ Great Great, I’ll see you soon, neighbor. “ Wally said and the call ended.

The next day you got dressed and made sure to look presentable for Wally. Ever since you hung out with him, you couldn't stop thinking about the little blue haired artist. His voice always relaxed you, he made a delicious apple pie, and he was kind to you unlike your old neighbors. It was the reason why you moved. Everyone was accepting and kind to you, especially Wally. You felt something for Wally but not wanting to ruin your friendship you decided to just keep it to yourself until the time felt right. When you showed up to Wally’s place you were about to knock on the door as the flowers bloomed around you but before you could knock the door opened. You raised an eyebrow but stepped inside, it smelled great. “ (Name), I’m in the backyard! “ You heard Wally call out. You went to the backyard where Wally had beautifully decorated the table and set out a delicious meal and pitcher of strawberry lemonade and ice water.

Having lunch with Wally was nice. The two of you discussed how you both liked music or hobbies you both had. Wally told you about how the house was alive and that’s why the door opened for you earlier without Wally having to open it. You were amazed and thought it was really cool that his house was alive. Wally let out a nervous chuckle and agreed, deciding to change the subject Wally poured you a glass of lemonade and asked what do you know about autism, you tell him that you know a lot and have a few books on it because you were autistic. Wally almost dropped the glass but carefully set it down and tells you the reason he asked was because he was also autistic.

Everyday Wally was growing closer with you and so were his feelings for you. Same could be said about you. Everyone in the neighborhood soon caught on that you and Wally liked each other. Julie thought it was adorable and Sally also thought it was adorable. The only person Wally told about his feelings for you was Barnaby who encouraged him to ask you out. So it was settled Wally would ask you out tonight. And the only person who knew you had feelings for Wally was Poppy who encouraged you to ask him so it was settled you would ask out Wally tonight.

Wally was walking to your house and you were walking to his home. But you two meet each other both holding flowers and when you both realize what is going on. You share a laugh and both agree to go on a date with each other which would be a nice picnic and paint in the park. The date was fun and wonderful, Wally and you had a nice paint fight then helped clean each other off back your place, while you were scrubbing a splash of paint off Wally’s cheek, he leaned in and kissed you. Your body tensed up but you eventually kissed him back. It was official that Wally Darling became your boyfriend.

Dating Wally was a blast, he always sent you good morning text and goodnight text. He loved to make cute paintings of you or cuddle up next to you. “ (Name) wanna go mess with Howdy? “ He would ask. As much as you didn’t want to mess with Howdy you thought why not. Howdy ends up chasing you out of his store with a broom. Not only does he have to deal with a short blue pest but now he has to deal with you too, poor Howdy. You eventually come back and apologize to Howdy who accepts you apology but Wally just stands there like :3

Wally likes being the little spoon when you guys cuddle but he doesn’t mind being the big spoon if you want to be a little spoon. Wally likes to cuddle you in the bed, the couch, or when you guys are looking at the sky. Wally was the type of boyfriend to always surprise you with hugs, kisses, gestures, and sweet words. He likes to hold your hand when you both walk down the street. Whenever you guys argue Wally will apologize and so will you. The two of you will hug it out and go bake an apple pie. Wally Darling will always and forever adore you even Home has taken a liking to you as well.

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#welcome home #welcome home fandom #welcome home fanfic #welcome home fan fiction #wally x reader #wally darling #wally darling x reader #wally darling x y/n #wally darling x you #everlasting writes🪻#everlasting request 🪻

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127luvr · 7 months

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008 Star

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jaemin doesn’t deserve this.

he doesn’t deserve your short answers and slow replies. he doesn’t deserve the way you’re slowly shutting him out of your world. but you can’t help it. you can’t help but pull away before he gets the chance to do so himself.

you live in the same home but it’s almost as if he moved out. every day and occasional night is spent with jaehyun. there are no more late night conversations with just jaemin—no more movie nights that ended in the two of you falling asleep on the couch with a shared blanket. no more bumping into each other in the middle of the night when you wanted some water. he came and he went as he pleased.

“do you think that he’s pulling away?” jeno kicks his feet out in front of him, leaning his back to the bench. there’s a slight chill in the air—enough for a long sleeve but not enough for a coat. you rub up and down your bare arms for a sense of warmth—scared of how he might reply.

he doesn’t.

instead jeno looks up towards the sky, counting the amount of stars he can see with his eyes. the silence that surrounds the two of you is never awkward—never out of place as you fit each other so well. you miss doing this. you miss being able to sit and talk with your friends—it’s been so long since the eight of you had free time together. now it was texts every couple hours and bumping into each other when leaving or entering the home. maybe that’s what these feelings were. missing your friends—especially jaemin—missing them while they were less likely to miss you while leading their busy lives.

“i think that jaemin does the best he can with the amount of time he gets in a day. he’s always made time for you, y/n. for us.” you give jeno your full attention even as he stares off above the two of you, still lost in the deep blue sky. “but, i can see where it feels like he’s pulling away—like he’s spending most of his time with jaehyun. that’s just because they’re in a new relationship—still learning the ups and downs of each other. but i also think maybe you’re projecting. you’re pulling away from him, not making plans because you just assume he’ll be with jaehyun.” jeno finally gives you his full attention—his sudden eye contact startling you. “you’re not going to like what i’m going to say—but i need you to listen. your relationship may be platonic but you’ve been treating each other like boyfriends for the past five years.”

he doesn’t let you interrupt. “the affection—the friend dates—spending every holiday together—taking turns paying for meals—the social media posts—everything screamed relationship. now that he’s not doing that with you, it feels like he’s pulling away. you may not realize it, y/n, but it’s like you’re going through a breakup.”

you break the eye contact first, copying jeno’s relaxed posture.

“thank you, jen.”

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#nct #nct dream #nct u #nct 127 #wayv #na jaemin #jaemin x male reader #x male reader #kpop smau #nct smau #mark lee #lee donghyuck #lee haechan #lee jeno #huang renjun #zhong chenle #park jisung #my love mine all mine #<3

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The Fans Can Wait- MA7

Marcus Armstrong x Fem!Reader

-> Marcus comes home and finds you sick in bed, insisting on postponing work to be with you.

word count: 610

warnings: not proof read

A/N: I tried something different with this post! lmk how you like it!

after a long two weeks away from home, Marcus couldn’t wait to get home to you, to lay in bed with you, his arms wrapped tightly around you as the two of you had a movie playing in the background and talked all about the things you missed during your time apart.

it was roughly 2pm, Marcus had texted you several times to let you know that he would be arriving home soon, but he had gotten no response. He didn’t question it much, figuring that you were probably just busy running some last minute errands for the day.

When he unlocked the door to the flat the two of your shared, he noticed that your purse was sitting on the counter and your shoes were tossed by the door, indicating that you were home. “i’m home, love! where are you?” he yelled, expecting an answer, but after standing around for a couple of seconds and getting no response, he removed his shoes and began looking around for you.

Marcus made his way to the bedroom, assuming you were probably hiding out in there somewhere. when he opened the door, he saw you sprawled out in the bed, sound asleep with no signs of being interrupted by his entrance.

Marcus took the opportunity to snap a quick photo of you in such a peaceful sleep, kneeling down and gently kissing your forehead after he did so. When he kissed your forehead, he couldn't help but notice that you felt a bit warm. Marcus glanced over at your night stand and saw some cold and flu medicine sitting beside a glass of water, causing him to frown a little. it was rare for you to get sick, but when you did get sick, it usually knocked you down for a few days at a time.

Marcus climbed into bed, wrapping his arms around you as he got comfortable under the covers. he was trying his absolute best not to wake you, knowing that you had trouble falling asleep whenever you had a cold.

“marcus?” you mumbled as put your hand on top of his.

“it’s me, i didn’t mean to wake you, go back to sleep” he whispered before placing a kiss to your shoulder.

“i’m sick, you shouldn’t be near me” you said, your voice raspy from your cold. “you can’t afford to get sick”

“it’s the off season baby, i don’t have racing to do”

“screaming meals, honey. don’t you have an episode to film today?”

“i can do screaming meals even if i’m sick. i can always postpone episode recordings, too. the fans can wait, darling.” Marcus whispered as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head gently.

You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around Marcus' torso, silence falling upon the two of you as you fell asleep within a few minutes of being held in his arms.

Marcus grabbed his phone and opened up instagram, deciding to post the photo of you he had taken earlier to his instagram, letting the fans know that the new screaming meals episode would be delayed due to your illness.

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marcusarmstrong New pod episode will be out late this week, have to take some time off to take care of sicko

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jamesharveryblair don't get us sick, mate. get well soon, y/n

marcusarmstrong no guarantees, mate

clementnovalak I think what y/n really needs is my homemade soup!

marcusarmstrong I'm not letting her eat anything you touch mate

marcusarmstrongbrazil absolutely adorable

y/ny/l/nfan get well soon, y/n!

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