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hazbinwhoree · 2 months

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Hey! I was wondering if you could do Adam/Reader where its post-one night stand with a girl who comes to his shows? Like he hooked up with her a couple times and it meant nothing but its starting to mean something to him and he asks to hookup more just so they can hang out? Like he'll ask, she'll come over and he just wants to watch a movie lol. Tysmm

(Repost of my request from a couple days ago)

Hangout or Hookup?

“And what’s your name, babe?” Adam asked, leaning over the smaller angel in front of him. She was pretty, exactly Adam’s type, and didn’t give off the desperate energy that his groupies gave off.

“(Name).” Adam took (Name)’s hand and mockingly kissed it. “Beautiful name for a beautiful bitch.” (Name) raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. Adam liked that.

She played hard to get but Adam knew he would take her home that night. She was dedicated, coming to all his shows. He always spotted her in the crowd.

Sure enough, his flirting and charisma had (Name) agreeing when Adam finally suggested they go back to his place.

Adam was pretty sure it was the best sex he’d had in his life. Shit was so good it made him want to cuddle after. But (Name) was already redressing, ready to head out the door. “You don’t have to rush out,” Adam told her. “It’s okay,” she replied. “I know how this works.”

And she was gone.

(Name) was supposed to be a one time treat for Adam. But she kept coming to all of his shows and Adam found himself seeking her out after each one, and inevitably, she was who he would take home every night.

They were just supposed to be fuck buddies, at least that’s what Adam told himself. But he soon found himself enjoying her company even more than he enjoyed the sex.

He could never get her to stay the night, she seemed convinced that the sex was purely physical and nothing else. It kind of bothered Adam, but he supposed he dug his own grave there with his reputation.

One night, after a show, Adam invited (Name) to his place as usual. Usually, as soon as they were in the door, Adam was on top of (Name), but tonight he just walked past her. Confused, (Name) followed him into his bedroom. Maybe he was mad at her?

“I was thinking,” Adam said as he began to shed his concert clothes. “We should watch a movie tonight.”

“Like, put a movie on while we fuck?” (Name) asked.

Adam rolled his eyes. “Shit, (Name), I just want to watch a fucking movie with you. Is that so crazy?”

(Name) shrugged. “Kind of.”

“Why?”

This was certainly not the direction (Name) had thought this night was going.

“Because… we’re fuck buddies? Fuck buddies don’t just hang out and watch movies.”

“Well maybe I don’t want to be just fuck buddies,” Adam said, throwing one of his t-shirts at her. “Get comfortable.”

Slightly apprehensive, (Name) stripped her concert attire and put on Adam’s shirt. She didn’t have pants, but his shirt was large enough that it didn’t matter. It fell down right above her knees. She climbed onto Adam’s bed where Adam was already sitting with the TV remote.

She’d never been in his bed doing anything but fucking before. It was kind of nice. But she wouldn’t allow herself to get too comfortable. She couldn’t. Adam wasn’t the kind of guy she trusted with her heart.

Adam picked a movie and got up to turn off the lights. He discarded the remote on the bedside table and climbed back onto his bed, leaning back against his pillows.

(Name) sat stiffly on the other side.

“Come here.”

(Name) turned to look at Adam, who had his arms open.

“What are you so scared of? Come here.”

(Name) was scared that the feelings for him she had bottled up would be let loose if they fucking cuddled. Still, she found she could never say no to Adam, and reluctantly scooted up the bed and into his arms.

She wanted nothing more than to cuddle into his side, but she remained frigid. Adam noticed.

“Would you relax?”

(Name) couldn’t, not internally at least. But she relaxed her body, letting herself melt into Adam’s side. Adam smiled, content. He wrapped a wing around her like a blanket and (Name)’s heart skipped a beat.

The movie played on, and as it did, (Name) grew more and more restless. About halfway through the movie, she snapped.

She pushed away from Adam like he’d burned her. “Okay, what the fuck?”

Adam blinked in surprise. “Sorry?”

“What’s your fucking game?” (Name) was fuming. “I understand inviting me back again after the first time we fucked, I understand being fuck buddies, but I don’t understand your motives behind…” she made a sweeping gesture with her hand. “This.”

“Did it ever occur to you that maybe I want to do more than fuck because I genuinely fucking like you?”

Tears welled in (Name)’s eyes. “Don’t. Don’t say things like that. It’s not like you’re going to get into a relationship with me. The great Adam could never settle with just one girl. What about your groupies?”

Adam was getting frustrated. “Did you know that I haven’t fucked another bitch since the very first time we fucked?”

The question hung heavy in the air.

Adam continued. “Because after we fucked that first time, the best sex I’ve ever had by the way, I kept coming back to you. Night after night. And the more we hooked up, the more I realised I didn’t want anyone else. I wanted more with you.”

The confession left (Name) stunned.

“But you’d always leave after we’d fuck, I could never get you to stay and cuddle or talk. I tried, damnit, I fucking did. You’re an impossible bitch, you know that?”

(Name) should be offended, but she was still hung up on the confession. “So what, you’re telling me that you want me to be your girlfriend or some shit?”

“I didn’t plan on asking you like this, but yes, fuck, I’d love to have you as my girl.”

“You’re not joking?”

Adam sighed. “Babe, I know what my reputation is, okay? But everyone seems to forget that I’ve been married twice and I was not the one to end either marriage. I might sleep around when I’m unattached but I’m perfectly capable of committing to the right person.”

(Name) sniffed, a tear running down her cheek.

“Oh don’t start crying, you pussy.”

(Name) laughed through her tears.

“So?” Adam asked.

“So?”

“Will you be my fucking girl?”

(Name) nodded and Adam grinned. “Great, now get your ass over here.” He opened his arms again and (Name) practically dove into them. Adam held her, wrapping his wings around her like extra security. “Girls are so dramatic,” he muttered into her hair.

“Shut up, fuck boy.”

“Slut.”

“Whore.”

Adam kissed her forehead.

“Your whore.”

#hazbin adam #adam x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin husk #hazbin vaggie #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel #hazbin lute #x reader #oneshot #oneshots #fluff #slight angst #hazbin valentino #hazbin lucifer #hazbin sir pentious #hazbin niffty

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munsonfamilyband · 1 year

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My current obsession for Steve having his sexuality crisis in canon doesn’t involve the Robin speech. I love Robin, I am Robin, but she deserves rest, god dammit. And I have come up with a great way for her to get her rest and to be a supportive friend.

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Steve and her are having movie night (is this post Eddie, is this pre Eddie, doesn’t really matter but because I love steddie I am doing post Eddie) and Steve got to pick so they’re watching Grease.

Robin hates Grease, even if the music is fun, she just finds it tacky and cliche. She won’t deny the appeal of Sandy’s leather outift at the end though.

Steve loves Grease. The music is fun and since he met Robin she’s been slowly, and very subtly, pushing him to allow himself to enjoy things that his father forced him to hate. (Am I including my Steve likes make up headcanon in this? Absolutely.) She’s gone shopping with him and encouraged him to try on the sweaters in softer colors he always stares at but never touches. He starts growing out his hair. Robin has been a breath of fresh air since they met and she has always pushed him without making it obvious so he doesn’t panic.

The next opportunity for her brand of eye opening comes when they get to Greased Lightning. They’re both pretty tipsy and Steve randomly blurts out. “Wow he’s hot.” Robin actual chokes on her mouth full of popcorn and has to chug her beer to wash it down.

“I’m sorry, what?” Steve looks at Robin with a frown, raising an eyebrow.

“What? I said he was hot, because he is.”

“Steve that’s- since when do you notice attractive men?” He’s still frowning at her, as if she’s asking completely ridiculous questions

“I mean, always? It’s just something guys do, they can recognize when a guy is hot and whatever.” Robin just blinks, then blinks again before nodding to herself. She knows what she has to do, so she says okay and they go back to watching the movie.

The next time she’s at Steve’s she brings the magazine she had bought in Chicago a couple years ago. She had found this tiny store that sold a ton of gay media and it was like being in heaven. This particular magazine had a lot of quotes from people about their experiences growing up queer and she knows for a fact that there is one story in there that should shake something loose in Steve. So she leaves the magazine on his bed when she goes to steal a sweater from him. Robin hears nothing for two days after that when at 11:30 at night she hears the pinging of rocks at her window. Rolling her eyes, she gets up and opens the window, and then sure enough in pops Steve a moment later, clambering his way inside her bedroom.

“I think I might like guys. I um… actually, I think I might like Eddie? Which might be why I thought John Travolta was so hot suddenly, because sure I’ve thought he was good looking but not like crazy insane hot before. Then suddenly we’re watching Grease and Danny Zuko is all kinds of hot, and then I found this magazine, I think you left it at mine accidentally. But it had all these stories and there was this one guy who said he had always noticed attractive men growing up but he thought that was just what all guys thought, he liked girls so he wasn’t gay, but then he met a particular guy and they ended up kissing and he realized that he maybe liked boys more than he should and when he asked someone else about guys noticing attractive men they said that is not what straight guys do and he realized that he wasn’t straight at all. And then I started thinking because that’s how I’ve always felt, right? But I didn’t think I was gay, but apparently you can actually like both so I don’t have to be gay to like guys, and then I started thinking about Grease which made me think about Eddie and, oh god, Robin, I think I might be in love with him?”

She knew the magazine would help, but not this much. She also had never heard Steve speak so much at once, they had clearly been spending too much time together if he was rambling like that.

“Okay, Steve, take a deep breath. Are you coming out to me right now?” He stops his frantic pacing that he had started as soon as her window was shut, staring at her for a second before collapsing on the bed next to her.

“I think so? The magazine said bi-bicy-bisen-“

“Bisexual?” Steve snaps and points at her with a grin.

“Yeah, that! I didn’t know that was even a thing! It just… it feels like everything makes a little more sense to me, y’know?” She smiled, ruffling his hair.

“And the Eddie thing?” Robin cackles when Steve flushes bright red.

“Shut up! I actually think I might be in love with him and I don’t know what to do. Like, I know he’s gay but I don’t know if he likes me.”

“Steve, he has been flirting with you since you two met in March.”

“What?!??” She dissolves into giggles and they spend the night together, talking about every interaction he’s ever had with Eddie.

A week has barely gone by when Steve comes into work, his hair a mess, with a giant smile and his neck covered in bruises.

“I think I have a boyfriend.” Robin just collapses into a fit of laughter. She’s so glad the magazine trick worked because she’s never seen Steve this happy.

#steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #robin buckley #robin is a gay mentor but a reluctant one and she doesnt want to do the work so she just sneaks things into steves life #the head trauma gets used against him because he just thinks he forgot buying it or robin left it behind #obsessed with steve loving danny zuko because he reminds him of eddie

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rhoorl · 8 months

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Week in Review | Sept. 10

Happy Sunday! As I post this, I’m headed to the airport. I’ll be out of town all week for work which means this latest stretch of craziness will be over soon. I’ll be able to breathe a very big sigh of relief by the time I’m back home Friday.

Before I start this week's recap, I wanted to take a moment to say how much fun I've been having over here the last couple of months on this platform. I've met some pretty awesome people - if you ever want to say hi, my inbox is open!

Thank you to everyone who left me such kind comments, reblogs, and messages related to the latest chapter of Working Title. It means so much that anyone reads what I put out there, let alone feels compelled enough to tell me about it. A few of you (you know who you are) brought me nearly to tears this week with your sweet and encouraging words, so thank you from the bottom of my heart. I have read a lot about the negativity others experience on this site, which breaks my heart, but I’ve been trying to carve out a positive place here...with plenty of thirsty thots to boot (more on that later).

Fics I read this week:

Frankie Morales

Sunsetz by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin - Frankie is a menace in the best possible way 😈 but he also gets the happiness he deserves 🥹

Two great ones from @legendary-pink-dot for those of us deep in the Catfish Pond Bush Pilot and Stages of Growth are both perfection!

Javier Peña

Siempre Te Voy a Querer @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin - Angela brought us a fic about Javi's black shirt last week, and now we get one with the pink shirt! 💕

Just Good Friends and Jeans of a Sexual Nature by @secretelephanttattoo - Cute chemistry, a fluffy Javi, tight jeans, bad puns…I loved both of these!

Joel Miller

Sequins by @trulybetty - A little further down I talk about posts from the week, and Betty whipped this story up from one of said posts. This story is SO good and when you reread it you pick up on small details. I don't want to give much away, but Joel takes advantage of reader wearing a short skirt...

Marcus Pike

Draw Me Like One of Your French Girls by @toomanystoriessolittletime - I just can't quit this FBI agent. This has some fluff and smut, the perfect Marcus combo.

Compulsory Reading

These are fics I love and have mentioned in previous weeks and have tried to shout from the rooftops. I highly recommend each and every one of these (some are done and some are still in progress). I'm definitely missing some, but I have plans to do a masterlist of my all-time favorites soon.

Frankie: The Layover by @goodwithcheese / The Pilot and His Girl by @avastrasposts / Just a Number by @linzels-blog / Shared Breaths by @frenchiereading

Javier Peña: Late Night Texts by @mvtthewmurdvck / It’s Never Too Late by @javierpena-inatacvest

Jack “Whiskey” Daniels: The House by @gemmahale

Dieter Bravo: Destiny & Deliverance by @mysterious-moonstruck-musings

Mr. Ben: Visiting by @ladamedusoif

Benny Miller/Garrett Hedlund

Thank you to @musings-of-a-rose for recommending Tides & Heat by @dameronscopilot … Good lord this one has it all and Benny is just 🥵 through it all.

Don’t worry, Garrett Hedlund was back on his bullshit this week posting things on his IG like this to distract me. This man is literally Benny and I cannot with him (in the most loving way).

Things I watched:

I caught up on some Real Housewives. If you really want to ever get me going, ask me about housewives. Bravo is one of the few topics I have encyclopedic knowledge about.

I meant to say this a couple of weeks ago, but I’m watching Sons of Anarchy when I can. I’m not as familiar with Charlie Hunnam as an actor and seeing as Will has a bit of a more prominent role in upcoming chapters of Delta Landscaping, I figured I’d watch something else he was in.

I watched Dirt Music with Garrett Hedlund … he has an Australian accent and he plays the guitar in it, I was swooning. The movie also features absolutely stunning shots of Australia.

Pedro rewatches are a given at this point - Narcos was on heavy rotation this week during my WFH days. I do have Prospect on the list to watch soon because I keep seeing so much about Ezra. Maybe I'll watch it sometime this week if anyone wants to watch it and chat?

Fun things from the week:

Last Sunday I went to my first Halloween Horror Nights event at Universal and did all things TLOU. I posted a recap about it and am excited to go again later this month.

Posts from this week:

So, Dieter has been taking up significant real estate in my brain for months now, so I was immediately hooked when I saw this deep dive from @for-a-longlongtime. It was such and interesting read. I want to rewatch the Dieter scenes now knowing the background with the art.

My coworker and I did our little monthly ritual unveiling which Pedro will grace my calendar at work for the next month. Doesn’t he look great?

Feral corner:

Thots ran wild this week thanks to certain GIFs and a convo I had with @trulybetty about who else, that menace Joel. This thread made me feel several emotions. Fire Meets Gasoline gets a permanent reblog anytime I see it. Also, the Casillero del Diablo photos were just too much. And to round out my little feral corner, this post by @morallyinept is just … well, go read it (for science).

Things I'm excited for:

Being done with two big work events that I’ve been planning for months. :)

Fic updates:

I published an update for Working Title this week and hope to have the next Delta Landscaping chapter out by Tuesday! I still have an idea for a Frankie one-shot involving an airplane ride/turbulence - seeing as I’ll be taking some plane trips this week it may get written (as long as my boss doesn’t sit next to me).

I know he won’t see it but I have to shout out Mr Rhoorl who will be handling a toddler and dog on his own while I’m out this week. The last time I was away from my crew was about this same time last year and I was not in a good place - between being away from my daughter for the first time and the hormones associated with ending breastfeeding I was a hot ass mess. But, I’m in a lot better of a mental space these days, so I’m actually looking forward to some time away knowing he’s got it more than handled.

If you read all of this thank you, or if you scrolled to the bottom to confirm I was actually done talking, hey, you made it! Hope you have a great week!

#rhoorl week in review #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal

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actuallysaiyan · 2 years

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Hello again, thank you for answering me despite answering the same question on the same day! (I was the anon who had asked you about your requests being closed :) If that's okay with you, I'd like to send you an idea I have in mind for hcs before I forget about it.

Sooo I've seen in a post of yours you headcanon the saiyans having a mating cycle, and I was wondering if you'd write hcs about that period of time with future trunks? Like how is it spent with him? (Am I making this clear enough? Sorry if not :')

Still, please only write this if you want to and whenever you'd like to! I don't wish you to be pressured or anything. I hope the heatwave will be gone soon; take care of yourself! You're a great writer <3

warnings: breeding kink, creampie, unprotected sex, mentions of rough sex, the usual smutty suspects here, dirty talk, mating cycle pairing: Future Trunks x Fem!Reader a/n: I'm not opening my requests just yet(working on it though!) but I just had to answer this! I hope you enjoy!

SFW

Trunks gets very affectionate and loving during the weeks leading up to his mating cycle. At first, he’s not really sure what’s going on, but he finds it so nice to be close to you.

He finds himself thinking about you constantly. He can’t get you off his mind at all. You’re all he can think about. So nevermind trying to train too hard or to concentrate on anything else, you’ll be his only thought.

Goten is the first to comment on it. Trunks is barely thinking about his next move when Goten is able to knock him off his feet. Trunks will feel so ashamed about it.

He gets hungrier and sleeps a lot more. Bulma will start to complain when she realizes he’s been hoarding plates and mugs in his room.

Then comes the nesting. Trunks goes around finding the most comfortable blankets and pillows in his home. He will make his bed a million times before deciding on the best set up for the both of you.

He’ll start suggesting that you should come over for movie nights and things like that. He’ll get you so comfortably situated in his bedroom and he’ll throw on any of your favorite movies.

Trunks starts to groom himself more and make sure he’s clean and smelling his very best. He’ll find out the scents you like, but he’s very shocked to know that you enjoy his natural scent.

NSFW

It hits him so fucking hard one day. It’s like a horny train rammed right into him. His cock is so hard from when he wakes up until he goes to bed.

He can barely sleep when he’s in this state. It makes him sweat and his heart races. All he can do is jerk himself off until he’s happy. Until he’s satisfied. But that will take a long time.

Trunks will seek you out and he will smell you so much more. He can practically taste your pheromones. It drives him crazy.

Once he finds you, he knows that he has to breed you. It becomes this instinctive action for him at this point. Nothing else matters when he realizes this.

First, he’ll make you cum so many times. He enjoys being between your thighs when he’s in heat. He laps and slurps at your pussy like a starved man.

Once Trunks is sure that you are most definitely satisfied, he’ll have you on your back first.

Mating press is the position he uses first and for the last session of the night as well. It just makes it perfect for what he is doing.

He alternates from being rough and fast to being so sweet and whiny. You aren’t sure which one is your favorite, but since he switches from one mode to the other quickly, you don’t even care to choose a favorite.

“Baby,” he chokes out. “How are you this fucking tight?” He ruts against you like it’s the only thing he knows to do. It’s such a steady pace, and the way his cock just bullies into you over and over, you’ll fall off the edge soon.

Another one of his favorite positions? Doggy style! He will push you down onto the bed, face down and ass up. He spreads your cheeks and lets his cock slide between them.

Just when you’re sure he’s going to push it in, he pulls away. Then you’re left with a few seconds of hesitation. Before long, he’s ramming into you at a breakneck speed.

Your little moans and whimpers really turn him on. He feels like a wild animal when he fucks you like this. This is when he really feels like a Saiyan. It’s more animalistic than any other sex he’s ever had.

He loves to cum inside of you, but he’s not opposed to marking you up with his seed. You’ll wear it on your face, tits and ass before the night is through.

Trunks will growl and grunt through every sentence, whether it be praising you or degrading you. The man just says the filthiest things to you.

“Needy little human, you can just barely take my cock.” “So fucking tight, baby. It’s like you were made for my cock.” “Hngg! If you keep squeezing me like that, I’m going to cum so quick.” “Love this wet, little pussy. All mine forever.”

When he’s finally done, he spends lots of time on aftercare. You are his lover after all. He wants to make sure you’re well after such an intense session.

Lots of nesting here too. He will fluffy up the pillows, change the sheets, snuggle you. Trunks will get you anything to eat or drink afterwards.

And then once he’s had his fill and has taken care of you, he sleeps for a long time. Being in his mating cycle makes him so tired. He will be exhausted.

#bacon.writes #future trunks #future trunks x you #future trunks x fem!reader #future trunks x reader #future trunks x y/n #trunks x you #trunks x reader #trunks x fem!reader #trunks x y/n #trunks smut #future trunks smut #trunks briefs #dragon ball #dragon ball z #dragon ball super

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chloecherrysip · 1 year

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Now that I've had a few hours of sleep and am marginally a human being again, let's talk about the mario movie some more! SPOILERS ALL THROUGHOUT THIS POST UNDER THE CUT (if you want to see my non-spoilery thoughts and the first part of my spoiler talk as well, here's that post from last night! Be warned that it's pretty all over the place because it was 4:30 in the morning and I was really tired lolol)

After thinking about it more, I truly do have some PROBLEMS with this movie (will talk more about some of that below and I covered a lot of the issues in my first post too) and I do wish it was better overall and not so painfully surface-level with all the character interactions - I can understand why some people REALLY don't like it while others love it! It's joyful and energetic and BEAUTIFUL but if you spent months and months theorizing and speculating about deep character interactions and a very emotional story, it does really sting to finally see how there is virtually NONE of that and the plot feels kinda empty as a result. :(

But! I'm definitely not upset or anything like that, and I'm still gonna see it two more times in theaters with a smile on my face! TRUTHFULLY (and if you've seen my blog before, you know this about me) what I cared about most in this movie was getting to see Mario and Luigi be adorable onscreen and have a good, healthy, loving relationship, and you do get that to some degree, even if it's nowhere near enough. I can make my peace (and write a lot of fanfic, LOL) regarding the rest. :)

Here is a list of moments between Mario & Luigi that made me happy:

FIRST OF ALL, SOMETHING THAT I'M NOT ACTUALLY SURE I LIKED BUT WAS CERTAINLY A CHOICE: Mario's nickname for Luigi is Lu????? He calls him that 3-4 times and at big moments, too. It started to be cute to me, even if I wish they'd gone with "Weegie" or something similar, but it's a little jarring at the beginning for sure.

In general, they are just very physically affectionate with each other! There are one or two quick hugs in the beginning scenes before we even get to the reunion. Also, I can't remember the specifics but the very last scene is them basically teasing/poking each other before running off into the day together and it's cute. :)

Mario is SO protective of Luigi in the Brooklyn scenes and let me tell you, as someone who cares DEEPLY about that, i was LIVING. He gets mad at Spike and tries to pick a fight only when he insults Luigi, and there is also a silly scene with an angry dog and Mario just instinctively puts his arm up in front of Luigi when things get a little scary/focuses on making sure he doesn't get hurt, and I was just having the BEST time. Honestly, I loved the Brooklyn stuff so much that I sincerely wanted the whole movie to just be about that, and things took a downhill turn for sure when the separation happened. :(

Someone definitely predicted this before the movie but Mario hates mushrooms as a food and Luigi likes them. During a dinner scene, Mario is slyly separating mushrooms from his food and putting them onto Luigi's plate in a way that suggests he's done that a LOT. Such a quick shot but I just liked the detail!

THE RUNNING THROUGH THE CONSTRUCTION SITE AND MARIO DOING RIDICULOUS PARKOUR BUT ALSO STOPPING TWICE TO MAKE SURE TO TURN BACK AND OPEN THE GATES SO LUIGI COULD COME THROUGH NORMALLY. There was just something SO funny and sweet about [crazy jumping and leaping] [quiet, thoughtful pause to open the gate] [MORE CRAZY JUMPING AND LEAPING, WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING, SIR] [another quiet, thoughtful pause to open the 2nd gate], I loveeeeee

Once again, just gotta be obnoxious about being right that the dialogue in the warp zone was "nothing can hurt us as long as we're together!" I HEARD THE LINE AS THIS IN THAT PREVIEW FOOTAGE AND EVERYONE CONVINCED ME IT WAS DIFFERENT BUT LOOK WHO'S LAUGHING NOW (i'm sorry, just let me have this win haha)

There is a sad moment where Mario and Luigi's dad clearly doesn't believe in their business and he even says to Mario something like "the worst part is that you're dragging your brother down with you" which is clearly upsetting to Mario so he leaves the dinner table - but then Luigi leaves the table too to come and sit with him and reassures him that he's not dragging him down and it's just a sweet, comfortable moment between them that I very much wish went on a little longer (the theme of the whole movie lol)

(Also, Mario and Luigi still live with their parents and share a room, they're clearly pretty young and are treated like the "babies" of the family. I wish we had seen more of their room other than a very extremely brief shots!!)

Luigi DOES immediately sell out Mario when Bowser goes for the serious mustache damage, LOL, but the way it's done is honestly so cute and once again, just reemphasizes how much Luigi loves Mario XD He's basically like "YES, I know him, he's my brother Mario and he's the best guy ever!" (And then Bowser, who is preoccupied with Mario = romantic rival for Peach's affections, is like "would a princess find him attractive???" and Luigi is like "if she has any common sense, she should!" (lol, that line could be TOTALLY wrong, I don't remember, but that's the gist of it, I promise) or something like that - just hyping Mario up when he's not even there, LOL

in Mario and DK's "darkest moment" scene where things seem hopeless and they're arguing, Mario says something like "well, at least your brother's not going to die because of you!" and noooo, bb, it's not your fault ;; (this scene could have been done SO MUCH BETTER with a few tweaks, btw, but I will get into that)

Luigi bringing coffee for Mario at the end of the movie in their respective cups :) :) :) So simple but I am a very simple person who just wanted to see little moments like this :) :) :)

I have GRIPES with the final battle scene but seeing Mario and Luigi work together and take care of Bowser as a duo was still good!!! Nothing can hurt them when they're together!!!

Also, already talked about this at length in my first post, but one more time: Mario saving Luigi from falling into the lava and their reunion hug is just my favorite moment of the movie, no contest, it goes by so fast and I wish it was longer but I can be happy with that alone and I can't wait for the screenshots/gifsets where I can see all the details of it more clearly and don't have to rely on my awful memory. Literally just going to think about that split-second of Mario holding Luigi's face with both hands in an unbearably sweet, gentle way forever. These brothers love each other very much, your honor ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

ALSO ALMOST FORGOT: FLASHBACK TO THEM BEING BABIES (AND THEY LOOK SO FAITHFUL TO THE ORIGINAL DESIGNS TOO!) AND MARIO PROTECTING LUIGI FROM A BULLY (lol I very much wish it was a longer and/or more creative flashback, but STILL sweet)

AND NOW THAT I AM DONE WITH BEING POSITIVE ABOUT MY FAVORITE BOYS, LET'S ~*~COMPLAIN~*~

First of all, still CANNOT BELIEVE that "I'm not afraid! I'll do anything for my brother" didn't make it into the movie, are you SERIOUS, it would have been perfect in SO MANY PARTS, they recorded it and everything, why???? IS THERE A DELETED SCENE??? ARE THERE SEVERAL DELETED SCENES??? I DEMAND JUSTICE FOR THAT PERFECT LINE, I WILL MOURN IT FOREVER

The editing in general is a little odd sometimes and it really DOES feel like a lot of scenes should be there that are missing. Another VERY weird cut is in the scene where Peach, Toad, and Mario are crossing the bridge with the Cheep-Cheeps and they just immediately cut the scene when one latches onto Mario's face and don't even include the cute stuff from the trailer with Peach trying to help him??? Like, WHY???? WHY DID THOSE FEW SECONDS NEED TO BE CUT??? I DON'T UNDERSTAND

I think one of the most painful things about this movie is that, as a writer/creative person, I can see SO many small opportunities throughout the movie where a couple of extra minutes and some tweaks in the writing would have made SO much difference. An unbelievable amount of difference! The overall structure of the story and the plot is good! The story of Mario wanting to reunite with his brother and Peach wanting to protect her kingdom (that took her in and cared for her when she was all alone in the world) is solid! But they never give the EMOTIONS surrounding these things ANY space to breathe beyond one line here or there, and that is SUCH a mistake and I can't believe no one thought to do something differently here.

FOR INSTANCE: The "darkest moment" scene with DK and Mario! It goes by so fast, but there is some good stuff there that, if the movie took a MOMENT and really let their pain/fear for their loved ones and their shared complex of unsupportive fathers BREATHE, would work SO MUCH BETTER. Like, I can easily imagine a rewritten version of that scene with very similar dialogue but just MORE of it (more pauses, more emotion, more reactions to one another's problems, more recognition of their similarities, etc) would have made it like a DAGGER in the heart. SUCH a missed opportunity. I am itching to rewrite it, LOL. (I am itching to rewrite a LOT of scenes!)

ALSO: Luigi is my LOVE and he is adorable throughout this, but I'm gonna be the first to admit that his scrap of an arc in this movie (if you can even call it that) is so lackluster and his heroic moment at the end genuinely doesn't feel that earned! AND ONCE AGAIN, WITH A LITTLE EXTRA WRITING/ROOM IN THE RUNTIME, IT'S A VERY SOLVABLE PROBLEM

And the solution is: build out the prison scenes and have Luigi actually talking to someone else who is locked up!!!!! Other than a couple of lines and jokes, the prisoners don't TALK TO EACH OTHER and Luigi just spends a lot of time looking sad. We don't get ANYTHING about his thought processes while he's captured other than he is thinking of Mario and hoping his brother comes to save him like he's always done.

WHEN CRANKY KONG AND THE OTHER KONGS SHOW UP, HAVE THEM SHARE INFO ABOUT MARIO'S APPARENT DEMISE WITH LUIGI!!! HAVE LUIGI TALK TO HIM (OR THE PENGUIN KING, OR SOMEONE) ABOUT HOW HIS BROTHER'S ALWAYS LOOKED OUT FOR HIM BUT MAYBE SOMETIMES, HIS BROTHER MIGHT NEED SOME SUPPORT TOO AND HE'S GOTTA BE STRONG FOR HIM TOO

It doesn't have to be a long or especially deep conversation, but some lines of dialogue like this would make that moment where Luigi realizes that Mario is right, nothing CAN hurt them if they're together and he's gotta be strong for his older brother too and he jumps in to protect him from Bowser hit SO much harder. That's all it would take!!!

I HAVE ACTUAL WORK TO DO TODAY AND CANNOT GO ON AND ON ABOUT THE MARIO MOVIE FOREVER BUT LAST THOUGHT FOR NOW: the more I think about the final battle, the more I'm conflicted, haha. The twist of everyone from the Mushroom Kingdom ending up in Brooklyn is definitely SHOCKING in the moment and pretty creative but I don't know, I had my heart set on a more classic version of Mario VS Bowser. It just doesn't hit as hard as it could in the end because of how silly the setting is. :( (But the Mario and Luigi teamup with the power star is great, and the music IS fire) (Also LOL at myself for thinking "Luigi won't fight at the end, that wouldn't make sense since Mario had to train" - he just knows how to fight, the movie goes with what's cool over what's logical and that's fair XD)

Also, the end of the movie is a tad confusing and has some pretty huge repercussions for this version of canon? ARE THE MUSHROOM KINGDOM AND THE REAL WORLD PERMANENTLY MERGED TOGETHER BECAUSE OF WHAT HAPPENED??? That's definitely what it seems to imply with Mario and Luigi waking up in their Brooklyn room and then walking out straight into the Mushroom Kingdom! It's pretty bizarre! (Honestly, what I was expecting was that the Bill would destroy the warp pipes and Mario and Luigi wouldn't be able to go home, which I might have preferred, as sad as that would be.)

That's all I got for now! I'm sure I will have more thoughts in the future, haha.

#mario movie #mario movie spoilers #super mario bros movie #super mario bros movie spoilers #would love to hear your thoughts if you agree/disagree with anything i said!#it really is wild to see such STRONG reactions on either side of the spectrum #seeing a LOT of positive feedback and then a LOT of people who are MAD and yeah. i honestly get both sides. i am both of you lol #cherrysip hc's & rambling

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My (long, long, very long) List of Favorite Jeff/Annie fics -- Part 1b

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Tell the World That We Finally Got It Right by ameliajessica Rated: T Date Originally Posted: Feb 06, 2015 "IT'S A BEAR DANCE!" Chaos ensues! Riot! Food fight! Jeff and Annie hiding from the mayhem!

Inevitable by Waffleberry Rated: T Date Originally Posted: Feb 7, 2015 He has thought about it so many times in the summer break; of course he has; and what he has deduced is that it wasn’t just Racquel that broke in that lab. Something between them fractured.

Cry Uncle by Fayth82 Rated: T Date Originally Posted: Feb 21, 2015 He's had those words running around his head all week and it was slowly driving him crazy. It will only take one little thing to tip him over the edge.

DVD Extras by PepperF Rated: T Date Originally Posted: March 16, 2015 Movie-making, romantic melodrama as proxy, the art of subtle manipulation, and ghost (?) ninja alien robots.

If It’s Real (It Stains Your Hand Like Wine) by wright_or_wrong Rated: T Date Originally Posted: May 2, 2015 “But I think to really sell it,” Abed muses. “We need a kiss. I mean, you guys are about to die. What would keep you from going for it?” Alternate/Missing scene for 6x08.

When a Resistable Force Meets a Moveable Object by PepperF Rated: T Date Originally Posted: May 5, 2015 Things are fine, really. The kissing is just an aberration. WAS. WAS an aberration.

only fools rush in by ameliajessica Rated: E Date Originally Posted: May 7, 2015 - Aug 3, 2015 Jeff and Annie are terrible at casual sex. Well, Annie is.

Coming Clean by thebaddestwolf Rated: E Date Originally Posted: June 8, 2015 to Aug 3, 2015 It almost didn’t seem real -- that he’d finally, finally, told her, that he’d kissed her -- that she’d asked him to. After the mess he’d made of everything, all the self-sabotage and self-loathing and other self-inflicted pain, the solution boiled down to something as simple as coming clean to her. A missing scene fic, starting after the S6 finale study room kiss. Spoilers, obviously.

You’ll See How Well We Rhyme by wright_or_wrong Rated: T Date Originally Posted: June 9, 2015 "It’s probably why he’s felt so envious of Annie, going out and changing her life, chasing something new and better – and it’s probably why it was so easy to come up with alternate scenarios for the future after she got her internship. There’s got to be something better out there for him too." Post S6 finale

Advanced Manipulation and Mindfulness Techniques by PepperF Rated: T Date Originally Posted: Jan 31, 2016 Fours all have this look: alert, cunning, and ravenous. It may be hell at the bottom and heaven at the top, but one level down the pressure is enough to forge diamonds. But Annie thrives under pressure.

Intro to Freudian Slips by randomramblesff Rated: G Date Originally Posted: Feb 11, 2016 “By which you mean, Chang emails me rankings every day and I don't respond, because if I did, it would always be Annie one, Britta two.” An alternative ending to Basic Email Security (Season 6, Episode 6) where Jeff is a gupti-gupta who accidentally said something he probably shouldn't have said.

Basic Truth by PepperF Rated: T Date Originally Posted: March 20, 2016 What if Annie had been in the study room instead of Britta?

Aimless Walking and Significant Moments by greendalecoolcat Rated: T Date Originally Posted: April 10, 2016 Jeff reveals information to Annie. She takes him on a walk.

Emotional First Aid for Amateur Busybodies by PepperF Rated: T Date Originally Posted: April 21, 2016 School's out and Annie's going away and nothing really matters. Which doesn't explain why he's awake at 2 a.m. worrying about it all.

Open Doors and New Beginnings by greendalecoolcat Rated: M Date Originally Posted: June 1, 2016 An alternate version of the finale.

One More Goodbye by Nostalgia_101 Rated: T Date Originally Posted: June 5, 2016 Annie's last night in Greendale before leaving for D.C.

Five Times That Annie Seduced Jeff, and One Time She Got Distracted and Forgot (But It Worked Anyway) by PepperF Rated: T Date Originally Posted: June 7-8, 2016 I'm just going to let that title speak for itself.

Lecherous by CeleryLapel Rated: T Date Originally Posted: Aug 18, 2016 to Sept 9, 2019 Canon Divergent fic immediate post Remedial Chaos Theory

Alternative Teleologies of Narrative: A Holistic Approach by jeffwik Rated: T Date Originally Posted: Sept 3, 2016 "Or maybe the dean was right?" Annie asked. "About us?" She searched his features, looking for confirmation of what she'd been so certain of when she'd come up with the whole stupid crack-Troy-and-record-a-taunting-message-to-get-Jeff-to-admit-he-wanted-her plan.

Certainty by CeleryLapel Rated: K Date Originally Posted: Jan 22, 2017 Post-S6. Jeff and Annie are dating. They haven't yet told his mother.

Tell Me by randomramblesff Rated: M Date Originally Posted: March 20, 2017 When he first tells, her he feels partly pathetic and partly terrified. He’s been thinking about it for a while, mulling over all the ways he could screw things up. It’s not that he has a common history for ending things because of what happens in the bedroom - well, technically he doesn’t have a common history for any of it seeing as he’d only really class two or three of his past relationships as just that, genuine relationships – but he knows there’s some sort of expectation floating above him like a cloud. (or... Jeff and Annie take things slow when she gets back from DC)

You Are the Opera (Always on Time and in Tune) by PepperF Rated: T Date Originally Posted: March 23-26, 2017 It had been a long week. Hell, it had been a long forty years, and by the end of Friday he was feeling the weight of every weary minute. So he chose to blame the tiredness for what happened—that, and the tequila. He could never get the hang of tequila. It wasn't his fault he couldn't be strong for even one more minute.

Fill in the Gaps by randomramblesff Rated: T Date Originally Posted: April 27, 2017 “I’m Annie,” She stood forward, her champagne free hand ready to shake. “My fiancée.” “Pffft, ugh, sorry,” She tapped at her chest with the palm of her hand, knocking even more wind out of her than Jeff had already just done, “the, erm, the champagne, I think, didn’t settle right.”

Resolved by NE8675309 Rated: T Date Originally Posted: June 16-29, 2017 Jeff has been forced to realize his feelings for Annie just as she has decided to ignore his very existence. While Jeff is trying to make up for his own past indifference, Annie is trying to make a new start free from her own naivete. Angst and misunderstandings ensue. Post S5. Takes place during the Summer as an Alternate S6.

Basic Booty Call Etiquette by Pigzxo Rated: E Date Originally Posted: Aug 19, 2017 Their yam isn't murdered but Annie still sends that text. You're about to be screwed in the bio lab.

Just Like Always by greendalecoolcat Rated: T Date Originally Posted: Sept 2, 2017 It wasn’t just a debate kiss, or school dance make out. It wasn’t small spaces under blanket forts and it wasn’t smiles from across the room. It was sex and the most intimate moment of her life because it was with the man she loved.

Introduction to Sex Toys by Pigzxo Rated: E Date Originally Posted: Sept 11, 2017 All Annie wants is to buy a discounted vibrator at Dildopolis in peace. Unfortunately, with Jeff insisting on walking her to her door and the flash sale only lasting ten minutes, this quickly becomes impossible. The result? A messy, bumpy, totally unhealthy venture into friends-with-benefits territory.

Emotional Consequences of Cross Country Migrations (x) by cgkm2099z Rated: PG-13/M Date Originally Posted: Oct 3, 2017 This takes place mostly in between the final scene in Study Room F and when Jeff drops Annie and Abed at the airport. It's my own answer to the question: "what happened in that week in between?"

#AndAMovie by albatross9 Rated: G Date Originally Posted: Feb 16, 2018 Post season 6. Annie is surprised to find Jeff Winger on her doorstep and even more surprised when he volunteers to escort her an important work event when her real date flakes. All goes according to plan until their friends decide to crash the gala. Frankie has a surprise for everyone and the group decides that crashing Annie's work event is the best course of action. What can possibly go wrong?

The Mistakes Not Made under the Moonlight by Natalie_Carson Rated: G Date Originally Posted: May 14, 2018 During Basic RV Repair and Palmistry, Jeff sneaks out of the RV late at night unable to sleep only to find that one of the other Greendale seven couldn't sleep either.

I know that other things are not of consequence by middlemarch Rated: T Date Originally Posted: Aug 1, 2020 Something was ringing. It wasn't his alarm. It was his fucking doorbell.

Theories of Romantic Expressionism by Little_Annie_Adderall Rated: T Date Originally Posted: Aug 13, 2020 Annie's 21st birthday party. She rarely thinks of herself as "the young one" in the group anymore. But there's always one person who points out her tender age at every ill-timed opportunity. Tonight, she wants to prove her new adult identity. Although whether she wants to prove this new identity to herself or to... him... she isn't entirely sure. So on December 19, the study group gathers to celebrate Annie Edison finally going to a bar without having to be Caroline Decker from Corpus Christi. And once there, she receives a gift that changes everything.

Falling off the Precipice by HarmonizingSunsets Rated: G Date Originally Posted: Sept 29, 2020 Annie and Jeff aren’t a thing. If they were a thing, Annie would know about it. I mean…she thinks she’d know… Annie and Jeff are done with the will-they-won’t-they thing.

Casting by L56895 Rated: T Date Originally Posted: Oct 13, 2020 Jeff isn’t sure why he agreed to be casting director.

Constants and Variables by Raj_Sound Rating: T Date Originally Posted: Oct 21, 2020 to Jan 21, 2023

Advanced Beginner Knots by jeffwik Rated: T Date Originally Posted: Dec 3, 2020 In the aftermath of “Intro to Knots” Jeff and Annie hook up.

Countdown by practicingmypurpose Rated: T Date Originally Posted: Dec 16, 2020 sight, smell, taste, sound, feel.

Five by onenotewaffles Rating: E Date Originally Posted: June 16, 2021 to August 19, 2021 Set after the events of E304 in timeline 5, my third-favorite timeline.

Pottery for Dummies by naboojakku Rated: T Date Originally Posted: July 18, 2021 Annie tries pottery. Jeff quietly—then not so quietly—loses his mind.

Psychology of Deception by andropithecus Rated: M Date Originally Posted: July 21, 2021 to Aug 6, 2021 Jeff has always been pretty good at lying, and at getting out of things that he doesn't want to do. But what will he do when his Mom corners him into Christmas dinner and asks him to bring the girlfriend that he (lied and) told her he had? Lots of fluff, lots of fun, and an irritated Annie will ensue.

Cruel Summer by Olivia Sprite Rated: E Date Originally Posted: Sept 13, 2021 Jeff comes out to DC to visit Annie during her summer internship, and it takes everything in Annie not to mention 'The Annie of it all,' lest her heart is broken one more time.

All I Want for Christmas by Olivia Sprite Rated: E Date Originally Posted: Dec 24, 2021 Jeff and Annie are dating, and all Annie wants for Christmas is you-know-what. But a mysterious present means it's time to team up and investigate! A little mystery, a little snow, a classic caper; will our beautiful dummies get what they want this holiday season?

Social History and Holiday Revisionism by PinkCanary Rated: E Date Originally Posted: Dec 4, 2022 Seven years after Annie leaves Greendale, she comes back for the holidays.

#jeff x annie #fanfic recommendations #fanfiction

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can i request headcanons?? if so i’d like to request for baker!reader with their own bakery with post time skip osamu <33

YESSSSSSSSSSSS THIS IS SO CUTE!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!

I wasn't sure if you wanted meet-cute/first meeting or established relationship so I tried to do both :) ty for the request!! writing it as I enjoy some carrot cake hehe <3

{sweet and savory- m. osamu HCs}

warnings: none, just fluff!! lots of fluff. also me not knowing shit about business despite all the business majors I know.

gn!reader, baker!reader

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okay so

when you first opened up your bakery, you were not expecting to be located right next to another young restaurant owner

you were a bit intimidated before actually settling into your new space

you had only ever been in the area to scope out the location and make note of the surrounding shops

so you had assumed the neighboring restaurant you observed to be extremely popular would have been around for years, or family owned, perhaps

but no. you were wrong. and you found this out a week after officially opening

after greeting your employees and opening up shop, the first customer through the door was the most attractive man you had ever seen in your life

you stared at him from behind the counter for a good ten seconds before he shifted uncomfortably and dinged the bell at the cash

you snapped out of it and sheepishly went to greet him

"good morning, sir, how can I help you today?"

"are you the owner? I'm miya osamu, I own the onigiri shop right next door."

you blinked. once, twice and then a third.

he was the owner of the crazy popular restaurant next door?

someone who didn't look much older than you?

you gaped at him and he laughed a bit

"I wanted to come in durin' yer opening ceremony, but some things came up that I couldn't miss, and this is the first chance I'm getting to properly congratulate you on openin' up shop."

"oh! that's very kind of you. and to answer your first question, yes, I'm the owner," you smiled "I wasn't expecting there to be another young business owner right next door. and for such a successful one, too, wow!"

he grinned and rubbed a hand behind his neck. "thank you... but um, part of the reason I wanted to welcome ya personally was 'cause I wanted to let ya know I'm here if ya need anything. starting up can be rough sometimes, but havin' a friend who's sorta in the same boat would be nice for both of us."

"that's so kind, thank you!"

and from there your friendship blossomed

for about a year you guys would visit each other on your breaks, bounce ideas off of each other and hang out outside of work

it did eventually grow into more, and soon enough you started dating

(he asked atsumu how he should ask you out and then did anything BUT what he suggested, he told you later on)

now onto your relationship~

at home dates consisted of cooking/baking lessons for each other and movie nights

sometimes you'd surprise him with your cooking and he's show up with a poor attempt at a baked good (but you gave him kisses for trying anyway)

eventually you moved in together

and waking up was rough because you opened your bakery early in the morning, so when you had to head out for work and leave him in bed, he was so tempted to just pull you back in

getting used to the new schedule was rough in general actually

bc you opened early and closed early, he opened later and closed later

but since his restaurant had been running a little longer at that point, he didn't always need to stay late, he had a bit more freedom as the owner

which means when he came home early, he was greeted with the sight of you with batter on your clothes and flour on your face, totally focused on the new cake recipe you were putting together

you would always turn around when you noticed him and grinned, pulling him to the counter and making him taste test

and of course you act as a test subject for his new recipes as well

atsumu literally worships the ground you walk on because you always give him the test batches that went slightly wrong for free

you tell him that they won't taste as good as the good ones and you'd be happy to let him have a free sample from your actual shop when he visits but he insists the ones that either have too much baking soda or too little sugar are more than fine

but whenever he does go to visit osamu, he always ends up in your bakery a bit longer for the amazing sweets anyway

you trade stories about osamu and he finds this out one day when he walks into your shop and sees atsumu stuffing his face with cupcakes

you nearly had to break up a fight in your cozy little bakery that day

you also had to promise osamu that you'd give him more cupcakes than you gave his twin

anniversaries and holidays are amazing bc you bake stuff for him as gifts, he literally cannot get enough of your baking, he is such a sweet tooth

he probably also comes up with really sickeningly sweet pet names for you that are bakery/pastry related ://

he unironically thinks its cute but you have to beg him to stop calling you his little strawberry shortcake in public

obviously he picks up on your dislike for it but that only fuels his fire more (only when he wants to get you riled up ofc)

will walk into your bakery when he knows you're at cash and say very loudly

"hello there my sweet pumpkin pie, how has your day been?"

now you were almost the cause of a fight in your cozy little bakery.

"'samu I swear to every higher power there is if you don't stop-"

there would also be late night talks of how you could both grow your shops further and expand

all in all he loves working right next door to you and having you in all other aspects in his life as well <3

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT!!! sorry for the long wait. and if anyone has trouble with the pink text, let me know!! I can change it back to black, I just wanted to try something new :)

pls consider liking and reblogging <3

#miya osamu x reader #miya osamu fluff #osamu x reader fluff #miya osamu x reader fluff #haikyuu x reader fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #hq fluff

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FANTASTIC BYUN | A Byun Baekhyun Series

“You were supposed to die!”

warning: this series contains cursing, mentions & includes violence, detailed injury, and death.

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FANTASTIC BYUN | ONE

"So you're still in transition?" all three of you gazed at the newest edition to your group, Bonnie, Bennett had found her on campus ground doubled over from a pain she was feeling in her wrists, so he'd offered her a little help and brought her to meet the rest of you who were once just like her.

Why any of you were the way you were is unknown, you weren't born into it, it just sort of happened- there was a pattern where before becoming "superhuman" a traumatic event had taken place before, which makes sense however, non of you could figure out exactly what went down in your personal lives before this. It was as if the transition had wiped your memory clean of its cause.

Bennet had been the first, then you, Ben, and now Bonnie, it wasn't hard to come across one another, you all attended the same university, all lived on campus, it wasn't friendly at first; no one wanted to be taken advantage of; understandably, but the more time you spent around each other you were bound to become more trusting and open.

And that's how it's been for the past two years, explorative, fun, and the thrill was worth waking up for. Swinging around campus & the city at night with no care in the world- it was peaceful. Bennett had also scheduled random practice days in case any of you were to ever be in danger- a simulation to teach you what to do as well as what not to do.

Ben had joked around about going around the city and stopping crime- but this wasn't a spider-man movie, you were nothing in comparison to the arachnid icon but it would be a lie to say that it wasn't tempting. Still the risk wasn’t worth the reward in your eyes.

"I mean- I still can't do what you all can do so I must be," one hand holding onto her wrist to ease the burning pain you've all powered through before- it hurt like hell. "Well you've got us now, and it's best to not talk about it with other people who aren't.. us- you don't want people outing you or for word to go around about you being crazy," "Yeah- I was called a marvel moron for six months all because of a simple slip up so be careful," You added.

It was easy being this way in this generation, no one would actually take you seriously; the name calling was the most any of you got.

People don't buy a word you say until you physically did something what would lead them into believing you. It would probably be amusing to see the looks on their faces for a little while but of course it had its consequences- such as loose lips & social media, from one person to the next to a couple thousand and all of a sudden you're being mobbed by people you don't even know.

You had to approach people with caution.

Especially on a bad day, a bad day being; having wrist spasms, you can't hold anything without shaking or you'd shoot a web without meaning to- when you're experiencing a bad day it is best to stay in your dorm and away from classmates and from each other, sudden jolts in your joints that can cause a drastic change in whatever physical form you were taking, one second you're sat in your chair and the next your cross legged on the ceiling- you wouldn't even know where to start an explanation for that to anybody. Let alone a class of over 200 students who's first response was to probably record it all.

"How long does it take till the pain goes away?" she asked, "Depends, for me it was only a couple of days- oh and don't take any painkillers, it does nothing." Bennett advised, you & Ben nodding in agreement- "For me it took around half a year, it won't hurt 24/7 it'll get better with time. You need to concentrate on your mentality and ability to get the webs going, the more you release the less it'll hurt & soon enough you won't even feel it,” you added, offering her a reassuring smile that she wasn’t on her own, which she reciprocated.

This intervention made you wonder if you were going to keep coming across more people like yourself, you hoped not- thankfully all of you seemed to be good people who didn't abuse their powers to inflict harm on others, however, there is no guarantee that the next will be the same.

And about that you were right.

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Baekhyun who was many miles away from your group sat at his desk moping instead of studying for his upcoming final exam in architecture, he couldn’t think of anything more boring, but if he wanted to lead a seemingly normal and unsuspecting life- he needs to do what needs to be done.

Previous to his transition he was a outgoing, sensitive and down to earth earthling- and that all didn’t come crumbling down right after, he was excited and uncontainable at first, didn’t do anything that would cause harm to himself or anybody around him, it was fun- really fun, and like every other good thing, it had an end.

His excitable persona faded, the feeling of being special and feeling like somebody who was above average significance went with it- nothing in particular triggered the mood swing, at least nothing that he could remember, which of course nagged at him, he wanted to know where it all started to go wrong but he couldn’t figure it out- frustrating and angering him further, telling himself he must’ve just gotten “bored” to suffice the itch to know.

The acts of terror started off simple, easily disguised as a friendly prank or something that he didn’t intent for to go so far in case of any extreme reactions he’d get from friends- whom he’s now lost, or strangers he found interesting enough to meddle with. Unfortunately that all grew old for him quite quickly.

Quickly moving onto business that was non of his, messing with people he shouldn’t be messing with- as well as putting his hands on items he had no business fiddling with or taking. After a couple of fights and wrapping several groups of men to a single lamppost he decided he wanted to chase after the adrenaline by doing something bigger- something worse.

And there was no stopping him.

There was nobody around that was like him, to his knowledge at least, no one with a sliver of resemblance, nothing ever good comes from not being around people who are like you- sure, it’s good to surround yourself with different people every now and again but the feeling of utter loneliness engulfing your existence was unavoidable, especially for a man like Baekhyun.

He had wished there was someone around to share this power he carried, his mind however would dismiss the thought as soon as he’d have it- his being feeling threatened by nobody but the thoughts occurring in his own mind, the weigh of his own internal negativity blurring the scenes of what it would truly be like if he were to come across a person as himself.

No one should ever come close to Baekhyun, or as he likes to call himself; Fantastic Byun.

#fantastic byun #byun baekhyun #baekhyun fic #baekhyun x reader #exo baekhyun #eventual angst #enemies to friends trope #exo bbh #exo fanfic #baekhyun fanfic #baekhyun series #so many tags #im sorry

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Dreams in the Night - Stranger Things - Steddie, Chapter 2 of 9

Dreams in the Night: But Vampires Aren't an Upside Down Thing!

a/n - posting early today because I actually have to leave the house! 😆

Summary: Steve has been having nightmares, seeing through the eyes of a vampire like creature in Hawkins as it hunts. He puts the dreams down to past trauma and too many horror movies at Family video. He’s checked and no one’s been hurt, so even Robin agrees. However, his world is about to be turned upside down yet again as the nightmares become far too real.

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For: @lady-lostmind (lady_lostmind on AO3)

Relationships: steddie, platonic stobin

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: ~18600

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: vampire!Eddie, Kas!Eddie, hurt/comfort, bisexual!Steve, bisexual!Eddie, platonic stobin, steddie

This fic is a part of the @steddieholidayexchange

Chapter 2: In the Night

It had not been a quiet day at Family Video, nor a quiet couple of days since the day after his last dream. For some reason everyone seemed to have decided it was time to break out the Christmas movies and were angry and disappointed when the one they wanted to rent was already out.

Steve had made it home after his shift this time, grabbed something vaguely nutritious from the freezer, heated it in the microwave, forced himself to eat it, took a hot shower, and retreated to bed with painkillers and plenty of water. His head was killing him, and he was dog tired. Even without more nightmares, he hadn’t been sleeping well. Almost as if his brain was anticipating them and therefore not letting him sleep as deeply as he should have been.

This time, sleep came more as an inevitability than a gift.

When he opened his eyes and found himself looking down an alley towards someone stood under a streetlight at the other end, something felt different. It wasn’t quite like a dream. For a start, he recognised what was happening. Before he had always woken up and realised he had dreamed, but he hadn’t connected the facts in the moment. It occurred to him he might be lucid dreaming now.

He could feel the hunger of the vampire whose eyes he was seeing through. And there was more too. There was anger there as well. It was then Steve realised who he was seeing at the end of the alley. It was Andy from the basketball team. Last Steve had heard before everyone had graduated, Andy had been dropped by the coach after it came out what he had done to Erica, but apparently that wasn’t enough of a punishment for Steve’s subconscious.

Andy was talking to someone who had their back to the hunter and Steve could feel restlessness in his host. He hadn’t been in on anything this early in a hunt before. Always it had been just before the attack. This was new.

His host lifted his arm, placing a hand on the corner of the wall he was hiding behind. There was a soft clink of metal on brick. Steve was shocked when he saw a clear hand in his line of vision. Everything about his host had always been fuzzy in previous dreams, like it didn’t matter, but now he could see the vampire’s hand.

Only he knew that hand. The silver rings on each finger were as clear as day, and oh so very familiar. Shock lanced through him, cold and encompassing, and for a second, he felt it echoed.

Steve sat bolt upright in bed.

Eddie, it was Eddie. He was seeing through Eddie’s eyes.

Something about that fact made it real. For those first few seconds he had no doubt at all. He looked down at the scars on his side, touched his fingers to the one around his neck. There was only one thing he and Eddie had in common, they had both been attacked by the demobats. Robin’s question about rabies jumped into his mind. Maybe the bats hadn’t had rabies, but maybe they had had something else, something Upside Down crazy.

He was half out of bed reaching for the phone in the corner before he stopped.

The idea it could be some weird fantasy crept in. He couldn’t do that to Dustin, or to the others. And even if it was real, what if the government got wind that Eddie was alive because someone said something at the wrong time. There was no guarantee they would be able to find him before the men in suits did. The idea Eddie might vanish quietly was terrifying. With Owens back in charge things seemed to be on the level, but Steve didn’t fully trust anyone with government connections. Not after everything that had happened.

Steve was well aware he wasn’t usually the ideas man. He was more about instinct, so he followed it now. If he was connected to Eddie somehow, that suggested Eddie was also connected to him. The fact Eddie had been hunting people who had annoyed Steve in some way, plenty of whom Eddie could not have known about, gave weight to the idea. And he was almost sure Eddie had had some reaction to him before the connection broke tonight. Even if Eddie didn’t seem aware of him in the way he was aware of Eddie, there was something there. Which meant if might be possible for Steve to lure the other man to him.

Really not sure what he was doing, he climbed out of bed the rest of the way and went to the window. He threw it open, heedless of the cold, before heading back to sit on top of his comforter, only grabbing a shirt as an after thought. Closing his eyes, he did his best to calm his thudding heart and tumbling thoughts. As he brought up what he had been seeing in his “dream” he narrowed his focus to it. Concentrating as hard as he knew how, he called.

His skin prickled with goosebumps, the wind whipped through his open window full of winter chill, but he didn’t move. He refused to be swayed from his thoughts, lost in his need to be sure, to protect. Time lost meaning, until there was the scrape of shoes on concrete outside his window.

Eyes snapping open, he moved towards the window without thinking. It almost seemed like a dream as he took in the familiar figure standing below.

“Hello, Eddie,” he said, looking into the eyes of the friend he had barely had time to make.

Eddie wasn’t dressed as Steve remembered. He was all in black, but the clothes looked mismatched, as if he had taken what he could get. Eddie was also a lot cleaner. He had a silvery scar on his face, but not blood or dirt, and his hair was clean. Wherever Eddie had been hiding, he had not been living like an animal.

The only familiar thing about what Eddie was wearing were the rings that had finally given him away as Steve saw through his eyes.

Steve took all this in, eyes roving over the man before him, until he returned to Eddie’s face.

A black-on-black gaze stared back at him, pulling him in. It would have been easy to fall into it, but he blinked and broke the spell. A crease appeared between Eddie’s eyebrows at that.

“You shouldn’t be able to do that,” Eddie said, studying him as if trying to figure him out. “No one else has been able to do that. Why can you?”

“Because we’re linked,” Steve said, now they were so close, feeling the thrum of Eddie’s presence. “Do you know why you came here tonight?”

“I wanted to have dinner with an old friend,” Eddie said with a fangy smile, clearly trying to get a rise out of him.

“I called you,” Steve said before Eddie could go on. “I’ve been seeing through your eyes. Needed to know you were real.”

“Oh, I’m real, Steve,” Eddie said, staring up at him. “Going to let me in?”

It was a taunt, but Steve had already made up his mind. After all his new nail bat, the one he had made even though it was all supposed to be over, was still safely in the back of his closet. He knew for a fact he couldn’t hurt Eddie, he didn’t have it in him.

“Of course,” he said, “come in, Eddie.”

The look of shock on Eddie’s face made him want to smile, even as spikes of adrenaline shot through his system as Eddie shifted into motion. Eddie had been strong before, the way he’d thrown Steve against the wall of the boathouse showing he was very capable, but the way he ran and jumped at the window, pulling himself up seemingly effortlessly was very different.

“Why, Steve,” Eddie asked, stepping into his room with a grace he had rarely shown before, “why did you call me if you know what I am?”

Steve couldn’t answer that, so he turned his back on his guest. He heard Eddie growl and suddenly there was a body flush with his, a hand on his chin and one on the side of his head holding him in a vice like grip.

“You expect mercy?” Eddie hissed in his ear.

“No,” Steve replied, because he had been in Eddie’s head, he knew that wasn’t something Eddie understood at the moment.

“You want to die?” Eddie asked, grip not loosening, but anger fading from his tone.

“No,” Steve said again, “but you haven’t killed anyone yet.”

“How do you know?” Eddie whispered, annoyance back in his voice.

“I told you, I’ve been seeing through your eyes,” he said, “since a couple of months after El put Vecna down. I’ve seen you hunt.”

Eddie growled at the name.

“He used me,” Eddie hissed. “I was an attack dog in his grand plan. Then … then he was dead.”

It sounded to Steve like Eddie wasn’t really clear what had happened.

“Took me so much time to remember,” Eddie went on. “Crawled out of there when I could.”

Steve wanted to ask how. The gates were supposed to be completely closed, but he didn’t have time.

“Do you want to use me too, Stevie?” Eddie snarled in his ear. “Is that what this plan of yours is all about?”

“No,” he said for a third time. “I want you back.”

“Even like this?” Eddie breathed more than spoke that question.

“Even like this,” he responded.

Eddie laughed, a quiet but derisive sound.

“Poor Steve,” Eddie said, tone singsong and mocking, “trying to save everyone, even little old me. There’s nothing left to save.”

Before he could reply to that, Steve’s head was yanked to one side and pain ripped through his neck. It was agonising and he couldn’t help the cry it pulled from his lips. But it did something else too, it smashed open the connection between them. Steve felt Eddie with a clarity he hadn’t before. Rather than pulling away from it, he stepped into it with all the desperation he was feeling.

Reality disappeared and he was looking at a hellscape of devastation. It was a fantasy landscape like he’d seen in some of Dustin’s books, only the echo of Vecna’s corruption was everywhere. Vines clinging to every part of what he was seeing, even as they decayed. Steve could feel Eddie everywhere, sense him in all he was seeing.

He came to a stunning realisation: he was in Eddie’s mind.

Not understanding anything, but sensing what he had to do, Steve took every memory he had, every tiny piece of knowledge he had gained from everyone else about Eddie and he threw it outwards. Seeing Eddie on tables at school, the boathouse, Skull rock, The Upside Down, The RV, The Upside Down the second time, what he had seen of Eddie’s home, vague imaginings of stories the boys had told him about their interactions with Eddie. He made it all manifest. Scenes appeared around him with ghostly versions of those he remembered. Only his memories of Eddie seemed solid as they faded into the fantasy landscape.

Moment after moment burst into being around him like an explosion. And where the memory version of Eddie touched the devastation in Eddie’s mind, it burst into flames.

He could feel Eddie’s shock as if it was his own, along with the pain of the purifying fire. Rotting vines turned to ash as the abstract landscape melted and twisted, becoming parts of real places. Fantasy burned as reality replaced it.

It was chaos.

As suddenly as he had been dragged in, Steve found himself thrown back into the real world, falling forward as Eddie pushed him away, howling in pain. He collapsed to the carpet, lying there dazed, only just able to turn to look at Eddie.

“What have you done?” Eddie snarled at him. “What have you done?”

He honestly couldn’t be sure as he watched Eddie fall to his knees, fists clutched to the side of his head. The howls had become horrible moans as Eddie curled in on himself.

Steve’s thoughts were sluggish, moving like molasses. The sense of Eddie was there in the back of his mind, a maelstrom, but it was remote now. Nothing was helping him focus.

It felt like an age before he could do more than lay there, completely useless as Eddie suffered. He didn’t know what to do. Couldn’t figure out if he had just made everything worse. He needed to help somehow. It was a desperate need, and finally, it was enough to make him move.

He crawled towards Eddie on his hands and knees, half collapsing beside his very much not dead friend. Eddie had stopped making any noise at all, just lying there shaking, so Steve did the only thing he could. He dragged Eddie into his arms, pulling him against his chest. Somehow, he couldn’t be sure of the exact method, he managed to drag himself and Eddie towards the bed, until he was leaning against it with the other man in his arms.

Then he did what he did best, he held on.

End of Chapter 2

On to Chapter 3

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warmerthanhotcoco · 1 year

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221B, Baker Street.

Dumbledore in his 20s, a bit of a celebrity, a lot of eccentricity. Gellert Grindelwald has disappeared and the press chases after him so he hides away in a house: a magically hidden one, quite like Grimmauld Place (referred to as Black Manor). Except it’s a crazy address that he made up for fun.

You, as his dearest friend and not-so-secret admirer, are called when he wants a chat and a hug. So you go. Revelations, confessions… it’s a sweet evening.

Tags: young!Dumbledore x reader, gender-neutral reader, post-Grindelwald's betrayal, comfort fluff, a very British evening tea date, a sign from above, Confessions, and kisses, Hufflepuff reader, Gryffindor/Hufflepuff

A/N: To my beautiful sister, who makes me feel loved on a daily basis. And who taught me it was okay to crush on a man who was 100+ in the original movies, if it was on his younger version~ (Coz Jude Law is *chef's kiss*) Have an ice cone, Cindy 🍦xx

221B, Baker Street.

The house that was but a legend to almost everybody worldwide. Everybody except you and its current resident, that is.

Though you seriously doubted whether there even was such a house previously, and whether it had any residents prior to this eccentric young man… you had to find out for yourself.

Surely, he can’t be pulling me into some ridiculous hoax… you chided yourself for giving in, before tapping the note again. “Lumos.”

It was dark in this particular cubicle. Lucky for you, the Ministry wouldn’t be too happy to hear their excellent Auror was reading letters from notorious Albus godforsaken Dumbledore.

The note read,

Sunny,

Guess who this is!

Are you free enough to drop by for a visit? I would appreciate it, given the circumstances. House is charmed, they won’t know.

221b, Baker Street.

No, I am not kidding. Somewhere near Royal Albert Hall.

See you tomorrow x

“Protection from the Ministry, good,” you mumbled, fingering the letter. “Tomorrow, huh…”

You knew the “circumstances” well enough. Gellert Grindelwald, the moron who clung to your best friend since pre-teens, had disappeared. It was all over the Prophet, the man was a nuisance to the Ministry: they both were. With one gone missing, they began chasing after the other for clues and conspiracies, until he too vanished.

To the others. You’d gotten an old barn owl the morning of the news claiming he was safe and he’d contact you soon. And so, he did.

Bet he sees now who the real friend was all along, you harrumphed as you tucked the letter in your inner robes and Apparated out the Ministry. Good thing they had handed over a mission to you just an hour ago, you could leave on that excuse.

Missions can wait. Tomorrow can go to hell. Albus needed you. So there you stood before the Royal Albert Hall, hands in your pockets, staring in awe at its glamour. Images of a date from long long ago flashed across your reminiscing mind.

A bright summer… fifteen-year-old you… sixteen-year-old Albus… a soothing orchestra concert… a late night kiss near the ice cream stand outside…

An envious Gellert Obliviating and apparating him away right after…

Your smile faded as fast as it came, your head turned away from the grandiose venue. The smile grew again upon seeing the ice cream stall standing there as lively as before. Curious, it hadn’t been there before, every other night you’d come here seeking comfort… A sign from Nature, you told yourself. Today might be a good day to see him after all.

So you moved away from the crowded steps of the Hall and bought two ice cones, muttering under your breath with closed eyes, “221b, Baker Street. 221b, Baker Street.”

And there it was. You opened your eyes to a tall house down the road, not too far from the hall itself, a little board on its door reading “221b, Baker Street.” You shook your head with a laugh, delighted nobody else was seeing it somehow. You rushed up to the doorstep and waved your wand at the charm on the lock. Of course, Dumbledore’s unique protection ward unlocked itself for you.

As always.

The door creaked open, and you hurried in, mouth agape at the dust. “Honestly Al, don’t you know to look after the place you live in?”

“Sunny! Oh, darling, thank goodness you’re here,” a tired but jovial voice chirped from the stairs. You heard Dumbledore stumble down and almost fall onto you, before you twirled away.

“Nah-uh, no hugs, not with ice cream in my hands.”

“Oh my!” he exclaimed happily, picking his glimmering self up and snatching one of the cones. Glimmering, because his hair was slick from the shower, and his shirt and pants were pristine orange. Brighter than those new colourful automobiles.

“I guess you don’t need to pull the curtains for the sun anyway,” you laughed as he lapped at it oh so childishly. “You’re a walking torch yourself.”

“Right? I love this look!”

“Meh.”

“Come now, darling, it is lovely.”

“What’s with the darling-ing today?” you bit your cheek to dismiss the blush.

“I believe you like it.”

“…” Sure you did but since when did he know? He hasn’t called you darling since the night you— “Hey, Al, what’s with the place? Fake address… for fun, I know you well.”

“Mhm, you do. It seemed fun to indulge a bit.”

“…whatever. But the location?”

“Why here, you mean?” Albus waved out a greasy window to the busy lane. “Hm, memories. Don’t you like it?”

He was smiling, that all-knowing, smug smile with the twinkle in his eye. So you didn’t bother answering. Somehow… Somehow… he found out. Or rather, remembered.

But this was no time to talk about teenage first-dates. “I’m glad you called but is everything alright?”

“Better question,” Dumbledore sighed as he downed the last of the ice cone and beckoned you to the kitchen. “Why did I find you on my doorstep seconds after the owl got back?”

“I— I did not—“

“You did, I only sent the old fellow seven minutes ago.”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “I don’t hear from my closest friend, a crackhead Gryffindor who’s boyfriend just ran away, for two weeks, and you expect me not be worried sick? Of course I ran here immediately!”

“Right, my bad, took a while to set the place up properly.” He shook his head sadly. “Alas, I am unaware of who this so-called boyfriend is.”

“Ruddy Grindelwald is who,” you shook your head to mock him. “What happened?”

“…Well,” Albus took a deep breath. “He had enough of me. Who’d have thought our opposing views of the world would go…this far.”

“Who indeed,” you shook your head again.

“Hey,” Albus tapped your shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

“For?”

“For not listening to you. I didn’t realise he had me controlled until he moved away and whatever bond there was…shattered.”

“Bond?” you asked, sitting beside him at the teak dinner table.

“Bond. We used the magic of Trust, and formed a contract-like bond where neither could dare betray the other, which is still there…” he sighed. “But at least the control he had over my mind is gone…”

“The rest of your mind, that is,” you scoffed.

“…yes. Anyhow, I happened to recall some things I had kept aside for later. Like that night long ago, somewhere up this very lane?”

You gasped, a tad too audibly so you cleared your throat and averted your gaze. “Uhuh? What was it?”

He sensed your avoidance and decided to play along, a smirk playing on his lips. “Well, that night, I took a beautiful person to a concert at the RA Hall. And the music was lovely, but so was my date so I might have stared more at the angel beside me than the performers. And then you dragged me off to an ice cream stand; and you know, the stand’s back in town. That old lady passed away, her son runs it now.”

“Me? H—How would I know?”

“Because I remember the face I stared at all night too well to forget by Gellert’s weak Obliviating Charm.”

“…How?”

He chuckled softly, and you looked down at the teacup that appeared before you. Of course, this was one of the most powerful wizards of his age, perhaps he had protected himself against the Obliviate back then.

Eleven years. And he didn’t spill a word… probably for your sake, should Gellert find out and attack. But eleven years of loneliness…

“We also kissed that night.” A casual statement, deceivingly blasé.

“Did we?” you gulped.

“Mhm,” he hummed over the tea.

Oh, the urge bubbling in you to say—

“We could do that again.”

After eleven years, he beat you to it. Again. “Gryffindor beats Hufflepuff,” you dramatically heaved a sigh: that made him laugh merrily, the gloom on his face disappearing.

“Gryffindor wins!” he raised his teacup. “Say, now I get to call you darling, don’t I?”

“Yes. Yes, I suppose you do,” you smiled. “Though I’d still prefer Sunny.” The nickname he coined long ago when he first met you, saying it described you perfectly.

“Of course, it’s our special thing,”he winked. “Sunny darling…” he smiled at the way you burst into laughter. “May I kiss you?”

“For the sake of old memories?”

“Quite the contrary. For the sake of new ones,” he turned to face you, one hand tucking stray hairs behind your ear, the other cupping your cheek.

You remembered how he responded back then when you asked to go out together. “An offer worth considering,” you laughed.

And so did he, before kissing you lightly. “Consider fast then, Gryffindors lack patience.”

“Clearly.” You shut your eyes, revelling in his arms wrapped around you, relishing the softness of the moment, giggling at the light stubble you felt now, that wasn’t there before.

Times change… you thought as his now sturdier arms hugged you close. Hearts don’t.

#Hufflepuff reader #Hogwarts fluff #Dumbledore x y/n #Dumbledore x reader #Dumbledore x you #fantastic beasts #secrets of dumbledore #comfort fluff #evening tea dates and kisses

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years

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Heyoo! Thought I'd ask for a request for the Fluff Alphabet. Can you please do F and H for Present Mic snd the reader? If not feel free to ignore this.

Hope you have a nice day/night!

Oh my goodness! Of course I can! I love Present Mic, so I definitely had to do this one. Thank you so much for the request!! <333

Fluff Alphabet with Present Mic (F and H)

Pairing - Present Mic (Hizashi Yamada) x f!reader

Warnings - none! (though there are mentions of Oboro, but not in detail)

Word Count - 657

Notes - thank you so so much for your request! this is super cute and i had a lot of fun writing it!!! i hope you enjoy and have a super awesome day/night as well @imloudafsocoveryourears!!

And don’t forget, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! So if you want to request any writing, please don’t hesitate to ask, but please read my pinned post before requesting! Please enjoy!! Don’t forget to stay hydrated! <3

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

So, I think that Present Mic would always want to be right, it's just his thing. So, usually a small argument would start from something super stupid like trying to remember the actor for a movie. He would always think he's right until she looks it up and proves him wrong. So nothing too crazy.

I think he would try to keep himself down if they ever get into an argument where they are yelling at each other (which I think would be really rare). His quirk can get him to insane volumes and the last thing he wants to do while he and his girlfriend are mad at each other is clean up a pile of glass from breaking the windows or getting a noise complaint from the neighbors, so they mostly have their arguments through conversation rather than yelling, which makes their communication amazing.

But other arguments that pop up for the two of them are when she gets upset with him for working too hard. The man has three jobs and sometimes not enough time to spend with his girlfriend, which would make both of them a little upset. These arguments last a while though. This goes back to him always thinking he's right too. He would think that it's okay for him to be working himself half to death and that her argument is just wrong, when really she just cares deeply about him. Usually, they just become distant. He goes to work for longer hours while she does her own thing, waiting for him to be willing to talk. This would probably last a couple of weeks before he ends up missing her and the talk comes around. Mic would eventually see her side and forgive her pretty easily.

I don't really think Mic is the kinda guy to stay mad. Even in the middle of an argument he would be willing to ask her if she is doing okay or give her a hug. Let's be real, Mic would be an awesome boyfriend who loves his s/o till the very end.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

I think that since Mic is a very talkative fella that he would be very willing to tell her everything. If he had a bad day, he is very vocal about it. If he had a girl flirt with him at work, he'll tell his girlfriend. I don't think that Mic would be the kind of guy to cheat. He seems super loyal and loving.

I think maybe the only thing he would hide from her is if he had a traumatic issue in the past. He would let it simmer for a super long time before even thinking about talking about it. I think talking about his past, especially Oboro, is super hard for him to talk about, so she didn't know about it at all until he told her after years of dating. I just honestly think he would have trouble communicating the past because he is a very in the present kind of guy. [get it... present mic??? okay, ill stop lmaoooo] He would think that shoving the past under a pillow is better for him, when it definitely isn't. I think it would take him a bit, but he would figure it out and end up communicating slowly and surely about things in the past that have bothered him.

Mic and his girlfriend are always talking, so I think he would be okay with sharing everything. It helps him feel as if she was there with him throughout the day. He doesn't get to spend all of the time in the world with her, so when they do, they communicate and talk and it's lovely.

I also don't think he would care at all if she just picked up his phone. He has nothing to hide, so why should he care. Plus, he loves the funny pictures she leaves of herself on his camera roll.

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madaboutmunson · 8 months

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WIP Wednesday

Here is a treat as I haven’t posted something in forever.

[captions welcome]

I went for:

“Eddie doesn’t like the show and he’s gonna make it a problem!”

Other things:

I’m working on a lot of different events and projects right now. I’m still writing a fic that turned into a bit of a beast, but once it’s finished I’ll be posting chapters on a more regular basis for it.

So here is a snippet from that mini beast

ITICHBS (it’s a secret 🤫 😂)

rockstarSteve x photographerEddie

Eddie goes to type back, but he feels the car slow to a stop. A crunch of gravel and muffled voices. Moments later, his door is opened.

"Mr Munson?" The woman asks as Eddie steps out and nods. The car is swarmed by athletic people sporting black security uniforms.

The woman in front of him makes eye contact with her team members and then looks back at him, "Your agent said you were staying?"

"I-I am. Just not here." Eddie says nervously. He was supposed to be, that's what Marney had advised, but Eddie had dug his heels in and got an airport hotel instead, at his own expense, "I'm so bad at waking up for flights, so," he scratches the back of his neck, "the closer, the better."

She folds her arms and levels him with a look before scanning him up and down. "You don't want to spend the night? Stay in Steve Harrington's house?" She almost laughs out the last question.

Eddie figures it's something ingrained in him that is making him nervous with all these official-looking uniforms around him, "Not if I wanna keep this job," he says with a forced laugh, looks down and rubs his stomach, "I should really learn that fast food doesn't always agree with me." He raises his eyes to her to see if his performance has landed, and though he's not sure she believes the story, she seems happy enough to accept it for some reason. She extends her hand to him.

"Buckley. Head of security here for Mr H. This is my team. Get to know their faces and names if you care to. If it's not one of us telling you, it's not mandatory." She says and waves him through the huge ornate gates that slowly open as she signals to the house.

Eddie quirks an eyebrow at that. Mandatory? If it's not one of us? What did that even mean? She didn't look like your typical bodyguard or security guard that Eddie had seen over the years, but knowing he'd be meeting her at the gates, he'd done his research.

Robin Buckley. She'd only ever worked with Harrington, no one before, no one in-between. She wasn't a waif by any stretch of the imagination, but she was not your typical heavy-set build either. However, the footage Eddie had unearthed last night definitely sent the message home that she is not to be fucked with. She easily kept the crazies at bay, and Harrington's humanising posts about how safe he felt with her around, made her a fan favourite. Even though she was often the only thing standing between him and his adoring followers.

He'd seen three times caught on film she'd intercepted a weapon or projectile aimed at Harrington. One effortlessly caught out of the air, cool as anything. Then there was a guy with a gun who had been leg swept to the floor, had his wrist snapped, and was disarmed in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it display of prowess. You could see on the video Harrington hadn't seen any of it. Busy leaning back into the crowd for a selfie at the barrier with a fan's phone. Her team carried that guy away, and she just fell back into step beside him. The third was definitely the most terrifying. Mainly due to the fact, there were so many different views of the same event because it happened whilst Harrington had been singing one of his most famous songs. It looks like a fan rushes the stage, not uncommon, but as Harrington shuts his eyes to croon to the crowd under the spotlight, something catches the light in the fan's hand, and if this had been a movie, you'd swear this would be the singer's last scene. But it wasn't. From out of nowhere, Buckley's big black boot steps into the light and puts the assailant in a choke hold from behind. They were out for the count in seconds and pulled back with her into the darkness.

Hope you liked it 🥰

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dojunie · 2 years

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MISDIAL; LJN [CH2 TRAILER] CALL ME, BEEP ME

[★]; YOU'VE ALL HEARD THIS STORY BEFORE. The brothers best friend, the little sister, the googly, starry-eyed crush for the one guy she can never have. In the movies, her years of emotional turmoil are always rewarded with the romance to end all romances— spur of the moment declarations of love, whirlwind 'i've loved you all along's... but for you, your crush on Lee Jeno more or less fizzled out like the aftershocks of a seltzer in milk. When you don't talk to someone for a few years that's bound to happen, you guess; it only makes sense that those feelings dissipated into nothing but an embarrassing memory the moment you grew up a little. But old habits apparently die pretty damn hard. And as you're about to learn, one accidental misdial is going to remind you just how long a first love can last.

[MISDIAL MASTERLIST][PART 1][PART 2]

info; lee jeno x fem!reader, college au, slight slow burn, chaptered (more info in misdial masterlist!)

warnings; none for this trailer! // trailer wc; 1.6K

[a/n: ty for waiting so long for ch2!!! i'll be posting ch2 fully as soon as im done editing, which should take no longer than a few days :-0 to make sure you dont miss it, if you haven't already, comment on this post for taglist~

YOU ATTEMPT TO RETURN TO THE BLISSFUL, JENO-LESS EXISTENCE YOU LED BEFORE THE NIGHT OF OF YOUR LITTLE ADVENTURE. IT DOESN'T WORK.

Because your life apparently wasn’t hard enough, three and half weeks into the semester— around the time when everyone on campus should be settling into routine, not finding new surprises— you now see Lee Jeno around every corner of SNU.

(Figuratively and quite literally, if you’re counting a few days ago when he almost ran you over in Starbucks. His face had been buried in some schematic workbook as he wandered around one of the booths and, thankfully, he’d been too engrossed in the pages to do anything but stare when you yelped in surprise; and the moment of confusion had been just long enough for you to turn on your heel and dash out of that place. Why’d you run? You have no idea. Overkill? Probably. But when you think about what would have happened if you didn’t dip— some horrifying manner of small talk, no doubt— you’d choose to look like a crazy person a million more times if you had to.)

Places he hadn’t been before, Jeno now appears. He’s ahead of you in line in the cafeteria, playing games on his phone.

He’s in the campus quad, basketball under his arm, face alight with sweat as he laughs at something one of his teammates says.

Lee Jeno is in the library, trying and failing to catch the sour jellies Donghyuck is launching into the air via pencil-rubber band catapult. (And Lee Jeno is in your head for hours after they get kicked out, dumb croaky laugh floating around in your thoughts no matter how loudly you crank the volume of your headphones.)

He’s everywhere. Everywhere. A cruel joke played unto you by the heavens. And until today, it was your only mercy that the one place he suddenly didn’t seem to frequent, was the apartment in which you unfortunately lived.

When you got home, you’d been distracted. Too distracted to properly vet for any Lee Jeno-shaped figures the moment you opened the door. Outfit planning when Jeon Somi is involved is always a harrowing, full body experience, so your eyes (and unfortunately, attention) are elsewhere when you lock the door behind you and toss your keys on the kitchen island. You stop dead in the middle of the foyer to respond to the group chat, fingers flying across the screen in an attempt to veto all of her insane suggestions before they can truly take shape— Matching pink tube-tops?— so you don’t look up to see who’s in the living room.

“Rockstar!” a voice calls out.

Jaemin. Expected, because you’re pretty sure he’s here more often than his own home. His sing-songy voice is intermingled with video game sounds and Donghyuck’s curses.

Only two of them being around is rare, on oddity with the amount of them that have free time at this hour, but you're too busy frowning at your phone to think too hard about that.

[Somi Brat, 5:47PM]: IF NOT PINK TUBE TOPS THEN WHAT, BITCH????? DID YOU NOT HEAR ME WHEN I SAID SEONGWHA WAS GOING TO BE THERE

[You, 5:47PM]: wtf do you mean then what [You, 5:47PM]: literally anything else you psycho it’s a frat party not the met

“How many times have I told you to stop calling me that, Na?”

“Oh, maybe a thousand,” he says innocently. “And I told you that I’ll drop it when you come up with something better. Rockstar has so much history. How old were you when I started calling you that, huh? Five? Six?”

You grunt in disapproval. “Try fourteen.”

[LIALOMLPERFECTANGEL, 5:47PM]: They would not let you into the Met in a tube top<3

[Somi Brat, 5:47PM]: I NEED TO STAND OUT THIS IS THE FIRST REAL EVENT OF THE YEAR [Somi Brat, 5:49PM]: AND ITS NOT A FRAT PARTY, ITS A BIRTHDAY THING, ITS WAY DIFFERENT [Somi Brat, 5:48PM]: ALL YOU DO IS WEAR YOUR DUMB LEATHER JACKET AND CALL IT AN OUTFIT [Somi Brat, 5:48PM]: BE SEXY WITH ME FOR ONE NIGHT! IT WILL NOT KILL YOU!!!!

[You, 5:48PM]: No

[LIALOMLPERFECTANGEL, 5:48PM]: But she looks hot in that leather jacket ;3c

[Somi Brat, 5:49PM]: YKW? IM COMNG TO GET YOU [Somi Brat, 5:49PM]: IM GOING TO MAKE YOU AN OUTFIT. YOU OWE ME. GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER YOU'RE COMING TO MY HOUSE

[chaeyoung beloved, 5:50PM]: wait hold on. why do WE have to match for YOU to get laid?

[Ryubear, 5:50PM]: Are you trying to tell us that Seongwha wants to fuck a quadruplet?

[chaeyoung beloved, 5:50PM]: 💀

“I’ll think about it,” Jaemin simpers, which he always says when you scold him for that blasted nickname, so that really means that he’ll be doing no such thing. “Anyway! We’re going to eat out a little later, do you want to come? Hyuck was thinking hotpot but if Renjun finds out we had hotpot without him he’ll throw a fit, so you could be our tie-breaker. Other option is burgers.”

“Renjun getting angry is half the fun,” Donghyuck cuts in absentmindedly. “It’s cute when his face gets all pink and pouty— Damn it, piece of shit Mcree! Stupid fucking—”

Hotpot…? Hotpot. You’re only half listening to them.

You just hum in response, too preoccupied with trying to read the onslaught of texts the group chat is receiving; and to add to the distraction, Somi doesn’t seem to be bluffing about coming to get you earlier than previously planned. Which means she’s actually on her way here— and you’re not ready at all.

“I’m not going to be home tonight, Jaem. Actually, I’m probably gonna be out of here in the next ten minutes. Sorry.” With Somi behind the wheel, it actually might be closer to five. “But my vote would’ve been burgers.”

“Traitor,” Donghyuck whines.

Your phone finally stops vibrating with notifications and you begin to drift towards your bedroom. You guess you should be counting your lucky stars that Mark’s not here, honestly, because with the grilling he’d be subjecting you to right now there’s no way you’d be able to pack in time.

‘Leaving?’ he’d ask. ‘What do you mean you’re leaving? Where are you going?’

No answer would suffice. You could say you were headed to Rome to get blessed by the Vatican himself, and he’d still ask how well you knew the guy.

Did you at least check the traffic report?

How are you getting there?

Want me to drop you off? What about pick you up?

Don’t take Yeoksam, I heard that road was slow earlier.

Take a jacket. Did you check the forecast? What if it rains?

“Thunderstorms tonight.”

…Wait. That last one didn’t come from you. Mark’s nagging voice is almost comically high in your head, and that tone you’d just heard was so gruff that it was closer to bass than anything else— which meant it didn’t come from Jaemin or Donghyuck either. You spin around so fast that you almost slip on the hardwood.

Five pairs of eyes are staring back at you when you whip your gaze towards the living room.

“It’s supposed to storm tonight,” Jeno repeats.

He must take your stunned silence as disbelief, because he even reaches into his pocket to find his phone and dutifully check the weather. You stare at him as though he’s just materialized into your home, deer in headlights. “Pretty late, near midnight.”

“Oh, yeah,” Jaemin adds. “I heard it was going to be pretty nasty, actually. Where are you headed? You’re not going to be out in that, right?”

Jeno tilts his head back to look at you when you don't respond, and you look away after what feels like a second too long.

Suddenly you feel like you’ve been plugged into an electrical outlet; thoughts stumbling, overly aware of what you’re wearing, what your hair must look like after walking home through the blazing wind. “No… Uh, no. No, a friend is picking me up. I’m not driving.”

Chenle snickers. “Way to dodge the question,” he says snootily.

“And way to not mind your business,” you mutter back, expression instantly souring. “What, you don’t have any school children to dunk on right now, Lele?”

You stick your tongue out at him reflexively when he turns all the way around in his seat to glare at you. “Will you shut up about that? It was one kid. And my business? Your whereabouts are my business, fool, because if you die in some freak rain accident Mark will skin all of us alive for not at least asking you where you were going. So sue me for trying to self-preserve—”

Jisung smacks him.

He almost takes Chenle’s shoulder off with how hard he swings, tweety-bird pout taking up half his face as the other boy yelps. The attack surprises you as much as it does him. “Hey! Don’t say things like that! Haven’t you heard of manifestation!?”

“Manifestation?” Chenle repeats, eyes wide. “Since when do you know words that big?”

“Mark told me about it! He was telling me during dance practice today—”

“And so because he said it, it must be true? Do you believe in fortune cookies too, Jisung? Or do you only pretend to be stupid when Mark is around?”

Jisung’s ears go pink and he leaps onto Chenle, but the older boy is ready for him. The living room descends into the squabbling you’ve become so accustomed to in these last few weeks, and the moment Jaemin’s attention is no longer on you— “Don’t fight, children, don’t fight!”�� you take the chance to escape. There are eyes on your back when you snatch your bag up from the ground (whose, you’re not quite sure, although you know who you hope it’s not) and you shut your bedroom door just in time to see a text from Somi’s come to life on your still-cracked screen.

God. You can’t catch a break.

[Somi Brat, 5:57PM]: TWO MINUTES AWAY, LOVERGIRL [Somi Brat, 5:57PM]: I HOPE YOU’RE READY, BECAUSE TONIGHT IS GOING TO BE ONE FOR THE RECORDS 😈

You stare at this text for much longer than is probably sane, lungs tingling in your chest when you realize you're holding your breath— and for some ominous reason, you have a feeling that she's not going to be wrong.

[♥︎]: and there it is, folks! please leave a like if you enjoyed! ch2 will be posted soon, and if you read this first from the tags or something and liked it, check out chapter one ;-P

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ateezscupid · 1 year

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ATEEZ PROMPT FEST

hosted by @tinycupids-world hello everyone! i know I haven't posted in ages, and it's mainly because I don't have any ideas on what to write and because I'm working on requests that are taking forever to write bc I'm lazy

SO, to have myself working, im giving yall a list of prompts to choose from if anyone wants to request something!

all of these prompts are just, like, the base. you can change anything up if you want to! just make sure to tell me which member you want it to be and what the genre is. this event will only last 2-4 weeks!

ALL PROMPTS ARE FROM SERVICESCAPE AND TUMBLR.

Story Prompts:

Yes, you used to be in love with a vampire, but you were just seventeen, and emotions were running high. You broke it off with him before you left for college, and although it was weird to go back to the real world, you knew it was the right thing to do. But then students at your college begin to go missing. Bodies are found on campus drained of blood. You've had enough when your roommate and your new boyfriend disappear. It's time to put on some garlic, grab a stake, and end this relationship. You just hope you can resist his irresistible charms.

Your life was uneventful until New Year's Eve, 2019, when a strange portal opened before you and a panicked figure ran out, claiming to be from the future. They said they wanted to save you from government agents from their time, who were about to travel here to kill you. They explained that, sometime in the future, you will create a technology rendering all other energy sources useless. You laughed, telling them you are a broke college student who eats ramen thrice daily. Before you could convince them they had the wrong person, another portal materialized.

A handsome stranger moves to your small town, and all the single women are desperate to impress them. As a shy bookworm, you work at the local library and read the classics. You are surprised when the newcomer frequents the library daily, reading old journals. The two of you bond over your love of books, and something different about him makes you fall for him. One day after they leave, you chance upon one of the books they have been reading, which details the town's history. You are shocked when you look at a picture of the town's founders and see someone who looks identical to the newcomer.

Two star-crossed lovers from warring planets fall in love on a peace-seeking mission that goes awry. They secretly stay in contact, although their governments are at war. They must choose whether or not to prove that peace can be reached by exposing their relationship to the world at the risk of losing everything, including their lives.

Growing up, there was a knock on the door every year at midnight on your birthday. With everyone sound asleep, you would always check who's there, only to be met with nothing. On your 20th birthday, the knock happens as usual, but someone is standing before you this time. The handsome person from your night's nightmare wielded powerful magic and saved you from a dark being during your dream. You hope that your dream was not a premonition.

You're just enjoying your day off from work, thinking about maybe watching that new movie that people keep talking about, when the literal air splits around you, and a person appears out of nowhere. They're tall and handsome and tell you they've been sent from the future to protect you. You think they're crazy, but you saw them come from nowhere. When they grab your hand, you feel a spark. This person is here to save your life—and change it forever.

Raised in an orphanage, you know nothing of your magical heritage. However, when you reached the age of maturity, you discovered that you possessed the powers of both the light and the dark. You don't know how your dark powers came to be, but they could get you killed by the magical enforcers: a group sworn to remove black magic from the world. That's why you fled the orphanage in the dead of night and never looked back. You survived on the streets, using your wit, grit, and a few of your dark powers, but only when absolutely necessary. Now an adult, you remain in the shadows, keeping to yourself. One fateful night you stumble across an attempted murder. You refuse to watch an innocent man be killed. You save their life with no choice but to use your dark powers. Little do you know that the handsome person you saved is, in fact, a magical enforcer.

"Speak softly love," he whispers in your ear. But when you turn in surprise, there is nothing there but a bust of a handsome young man staring back at you. You continue walking down the dark corridor.

You are a young person on a student scholarship at a high-profile British university. One day at the uni pub, you meet a handsome young man with whom you fell in love at first sight. The next day, you open the newspaper only to discover you have been out with a crown prince.

Your lover leaves you for somebody else, but you can't live without them. You find a way to travel back in time to discover what you did wrong and figure out how you can make things right. You can control time. But can you control free will?

You whisper to him that he is the love of your life. He backs away, looks into your eyes, and tells you that no one has been alive here in over a hundred years.

As a senior detective in the special victims crimes unit, you are hunting down a serial killer who targets young college students. The clues lead you to a reclusive billionaire with a "devil-may-care" attitude. But something is off. It's just too neat when all fingers point to him. However, you can't help but question your motives as you find yourself drawn to him in ways you've never felt before. Can you put aside your desires to find out if he's a serial killer, or will your passion get in the way of doing your job?

They say that these old ruins are haunted. That no one should ever go there at night. Well, after your partner goes missing, you go to that place. The one place that everybody said was the last place you should look for them. You hope to find your love but may find more than you bargained for.

Androids live among humans and perform a wide variety of tasks. As an android built to be a butler, you enjoy your work and are satisfied with your role. However, after a few years, you begin to experience what can only be called love for a human being who lives next door. As you diligently wash the dishes, longingly looking through the window at your crush, you decide to prove worthy of their affection. Little do you know that your love interest thinks of you as more of an appliance than an individual.

You are a time traveler, and on your latest journey, you meet and fall in love with a beautiful but mysterious person. When your lover suddenly vanishes before your eyes, you realize that they're a time traveler as well. You move through time again and again to find them.

You are new in town and determined to blend in and keep a low profile. After securing a job at a local coffee shop, you convince everyone that you are an average human, not an incubus with a dark past. When a human regular at the coffee shop starts taking an interest in you, you can't help falling for them. When you become comfortable in your new routine, an unwelcome reminder in the form of your succubus ex struts back into your life. Before they can blow your cover, you must reveal the truth about yourself to the person you love.

You are a jewel thief trying to get out of the business, but you agree to take one last job before going straight. The money seems too good to be true—enough to set you up for life—so you can't turn it down. However, there's a catch. You need to steal the jewels from an auction house where your former lover is the head of security. It's been more than ten years, but the pain of his betrayal is still very real. You plan to get close to him again to learn the ins and outs of the auction's security system. You didn't plan on falling back in love with him.

Other prompts: Angst:

“I didn’t want to hurt you. But I also couldn’t stop.”

“Just let me go. Please, I want to leave.”

“Pushing me away will not help you.”

“I don’t feel safe with you anymore.”

“Did you really believe I cared for you?”

“You deserved everything that happened to you.”

“I know you don’t want to do this. But I’m afraid you must.”

“You can’t even see how much you hurt me.”

“Stop giving me hope. It hurts so much more.”

“Our forever seems to have been short-lived.”

“I’m done. Do whatever you want, but do it without me.”

“Stop trying to make it up to me, you can’t!”

“Ignoring the problems will not make them go away.”

“How could I ever trust you again after this?”

“You’re not deserving of me.”

“You always knew me better than everyone else, so it will probably not surprise you, that I have to leave.”

“Without you here, I don’t have enough left to stay.”

“This will be our last conversation for a while. But it will never be the last.”

“I have to leave, you know that. I’m just sad that I have to leave you here behind.”

“Wherever I go, I will always take a piece of you with me. Even if it’s just the voice in my head.”

“You don’t have to worry about me, I will be fine.”

“I will be gone for a while, but I will always eventually come back to you. I promise.”

“There are other ways to deal with this. Please, don’t leave!”

“Don’t you understand how much it would hurt me to see you go?”

“This is not about me, not about us. It’s about you and I don’t want you to do something stupid that you will regret.”

“I just can’t let you go. Please, don’t make me try to make you stay.”

“You don’t need to do this!”

“Please! Please, don’t leave me here alone!”

“It would kill me to let you go and do this.”

“Tell me what I can do to make you stay. What I can say, so you won’t leave. I need to know how I can fix this!”

“I’m sorry that it had to come to this.”

“I’m sorry for not believing you.”

“I’m sorry for being too late.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t do this anymore.”

“I’m sorry for making you feel like this.”

“I’m sorry this happened to you.”

“I’m sorry for not realizing it sooner.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there.”

“I’m sorry for hurting you.”

“I’m sorry that you feel like this.”

“I’m sorry for believing what they told me.”

“I’m sorry I yelled at you.”

“I’m sorry that you think that.”

“I’m sorry for not seeing it sooner.”

“I’m sorry that I made you cry.”

“I’m sorry for leaving you behind.”

“I’m sorry for not responding.”

“I’m sorry for not talking to you.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“I’m sorry I made you worry.”

“I’m sorry that we fought.”

“I’m sorry, but that was not my fault.”

“I’m sorry that you think of me like that.”

“I’m sorry for making you choose.”

“I’m sorry for lying to you.”

“I’m sorry for not saying anything sooner.”

“I’m sorry, but I need an answer.”

“I’m sorry that I have to say goodbye.”

“I’m sorry that you had to go through this.”

“I’m sorry for not being there for you.”

Fluff:

staring at them with heart eyes

getting caught staring

“I’m so incredibly proud of you.”

booping the other’s nose

calling them a pet name

“You’re just too adorable when you blush.”

hands brushing against each other, finally linking together

biting their lips, while holding the gaze

“Sweetheart.”

smearing ice cream on the other’s nose

and licking it away

“I’m not blushing!” “Yes, you are.”

being called their girlfriend/boyfriend for the first time

hiding under the blankets to hide the blush

“May I have this dance?”

complimenting each other unexpectedly

giving them a hand kiss

“I really like that color on you. Brings out your eyes.”

blowing them a kiss

getting pushed together in a crowd

“You’re getting so red, so don’t try to deny it, my love.”

calling them “mine”

“You make me a better person.”

“Do you want a hug?”

“You’re so cute when you blush.”

“Everything alright?” “I just missed you.”

“I wouldn’t want to be here with anyone else.”

“That’s so sweet of you.”

“Rough day? Can I make it better?”

“Come on. Let’s go home.”

“Believe me, I will never be tired of you.”

“I love how you look in my shirt.”

“How come you always end up under my blanket?”

“There is no better way to start the day than seeing your face.”

“You’re unbelievable cute when you’re tired.”

“I love to hear your voice, even if you’re so far away.”

“Is it fair to say that you read the love letter and that this means ‘yes’?”

“Morning cuddles are the best part of the day.”

“Have I told you I love you today?”

“I would like my good morning kiss now.”

“Let’s go, I’ll buy you dinner. And maybe breakfast.”

“You getting so flustered is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.”

“I think I know what that smile means.”

“You give the best hugs.”

“How would you feel about spending the day in bed?”

“Oh my, don’t you look adorable!”

“I’m sorry for staring, I just can’t seem to look away.”

“What’s the rush? Just lay back down.”

“Is that my sweater you’re wearing?

"Let’s take a day off and just spend the day together.”

“I feel like I can breathe better with you around.”

“Mmmh, you always smell amazing!”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“Any ideas for our next date?”

“I think I deserve a kiss for this.”

“Of course I know the way you like your coffee.”

“I want everyone to see that we belong together.”

“Thank you for always being by my side.”

“As beautiful as always.”

“Just call me whenever you like.”

“I would never regret a thing in my life, since it led me to you.”

“Nothing makes me more happy than making you smile.”

“Should I bring you some lunch today?”

“I never want this to end.”

“We should just stay in tonight and cuddle.”

“I really want to see you first thing in the morning.”

“This vacation was a wonderful idea.”

“This feels better than I could have ever imagined.”

“Text me when you’re safe at home.”

“I would marry you again in a heartbeat.”

Smut:

“I dreamed of your legs wrapped around my waist.”

“Don’t act innocent when we both know where your mouth was two minutes ago.”

“We should probably leave, before we start a scandal.”

“Stop looking at me like that or my knees will not hold me any longer.”

“I think you lost your underwear somewhere.”

“My tongue still remembers the way you taste.”

“Is there some space left in that bathtub?”

“The way your eyes get darker when you get aroused, is making me lose my mind.”

“I want to count every one of your freckles with my lips.”

“Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you.”

“Oh no, there is only one bed, what will we do now?”

“I could make you feel better.”

“Get back down here, we’re not done yet.”

“Later you will definitely need to tell me where you learned this.”

“I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.”

“You’re a lot more flexible than I thought.”

“I want to please you.”

“Tell me what you would want to do, if you were here right now.”

“Your shirt got a little dirty, how about we take it off?”

“I want to give you a hickey, so everyone can see how I feel about you.”

“Oh, I love that sound you make.”

“Do you want to take it off or should I do it for you?”

“I never imagined you to be so sensitive, but I love it.”

“Maybe you could use that mouth for more than just talking nonsense.”

“If we weren’t in public right now…”

“Your hand feels much better than my own.”

“As soon as we’re both sober, we can do every dirty little thing you ever dreamed of.”

“Come on, you have to work for it.”

“I’ll take it that you like what you see.”

“Your moans will wake everyone up and I’m oddly fine with that.”

“Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.”

“I can never seem to get enough of you.”

“How about we continue this somewhere more private?”

“Oh, can you feel this?”

“We won’t be missed for a couple hours, we should take advantage of that.”

“I went to the gym, so I will be able to hold you up even longer.”

“How about we get really dirty before we shower, so that it’s actually worth the effort?”

“Reality is even better than my dreams.”

“I told you, you would eventually start begging.”

“You always know so well what I like.”

“Oh, you’re such a tease!”

“I’m not necessarily hungry for food right now.”

“You’re so tense, do you want me to make you more relaxed?”

“Hmm, is that a threat or a promise?”

“Who would have thought that this is something that you’re into?”

“Can you feel how much I want you?”

“I can never get enough of your taste.”

“Let’s try something new tonight.”

“We don’t even have to take our clothes off.”

“I want to ruin you.”

“Yes, please, do it!”

“Your tongue is truly extraordinary.”

“I have seen you naked before.”

“No bed needed.”

“Sleep is overrated. I have better ideas.”

“You know me so well. You always find the right spot.”

“Please, don’t ever stop!”

“Our bodies fit so well together.”

“I could do this all day. And definitely all night.”

“Let’s get you out of those clothes.”

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quitepossiblybamboozled · 1 year

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So, I’ve been SUPER hyperfixated on Night at the Museum lately, and as a result I have watched every film multiple times in the last two or three weeks except for the last one bc it’s really bad. This was going to be a post about how shitty Night at the Museum: Kahmunrah Rises Again really is, but I got carried away with my analysis of the first film, so I’ll have to come back to it later and talk about how perfect Night at the Museum: Secret of the Tomb was to bookend the original trilogy and how well it shows the growth of Larry and Nick, but for now have this analysis of the original Night at the Museum.

The first film, Night at the Museum is a really nice opening film for the franchise, and even a great standalone! The film starts with an uncertain Larry Daley, unemployed and on the verge of another eviction (This is implied when his ex-wife, Erica, asks, “You didn’t get evicted again, did you?” and Larry responds, “I didnt...get evicted. I didn’t get evicted, no. I mean, I didn’t... No, I didn’t get evicted, yet.”), whose ten-year-old son, Nick, is so used to his father’s instability that he’s already making his own backup plan. Following his peewee hockey game, he tells Larry that he wants to be a bond trader because that’s what Erica’s fiance, Don, does. When Larry protests with, “But you love hockey!” Nick replies, “Yeah, but bond trading is my fallback.”

to Nick, Don is stable. Don is safe. What Don does makes his mom happy. Larry is always on the verge of some sort of collapse, and he sees his mom stress about it every single day. Nick loves his father very, very much, but he’s getting to an age where some things are starting to click for him. It’s not normal to have to move every few months. It’s not normal for his dad to have a different career every time he sees him. It’s not normal for him to be constantly worried about whether or not his dad will have a job tomorrow.

Nick is a very realistic depiction of a ten-year-old boy, in my opinion, and I think his actor did an amazing job portraying the emotions the script calls for. We only see Nick laugh in the movie one time, and it’s when Larry is teasing him about becoming a bond trading robot. This is immediately juxtaposed by Nick telling Larry that Don is stable, that bond trading is his backup plan, that he is making a Plan B before he’s even had time to think about Plan A. Larry asks Nick where he even heard the term “fallback” and Nick reveals that it came from his mother, who has apparently vented enough about Larry’s, quote, “crazy schemes,” that it has stuck as something important in Nick’s mind.

This seems to be the kick in the pants that Larry really really needed to find and stick with a job: the fact that his ten-year-old is stressed about his own future to the point of pre-planning for failure of a dream he hasn’t even cemented yet. It clicks for Larry that, because he has put so much into chasing his dreams, his own son thinks that dreaming is essentially a waste of time.

We see instances of this sort of reoccuring to Larry throughout the film each time he goes to quit. He has the most insane, unstable job he could possibly have, but it is still more sane and stable than what he has now. Because what he has now is nothing. What he has now is a failed attempt at cheating a parking meter and a boot on his car. What he has now is a son who is so embarrassed by him that he won’t even tell him about Parent Career Day. What he has now is an ex-wife who is also his best friend who cannot, in good conscience, let him take his own son for the night. What he has now is a kid who is trying to be an adult when he should be focusing on doing literally whatever he wants.

The first time Larry tries to quit, he runs into Nick and Don as he’s exiting the building, and seeing his son with such a stable father figure makes him turn around and try again. It makes him beg Dr. McPhee for a second chance. It gives him new resolve to try and do this right this time.

The second time, when Dr. McPhee fires him, it’s that same desire for stability that drives him to fight for one more chance at this job. It’s seeing Nick not believe him about getting his job back that makes him the most eager to prove himself. Hell--he even tries to prove himself to Rebecca that night! When nothing comes to life at dusk, Nick once again assumes his father is just..unstable. And Larry is desperate to disprove that. Nick takes off, and when Larry asks where he’s going, he insists that he’s going home. His trust in his father has been betrayed for the last time.

And then they run into the old Night Guards, and Larry pleads with Nick to believe him one more time. To just turn the middle piece of the tablet, and the whole museum will come to life, and he’ll be just that much less insane in the eyes of his own child. And Nick does. And it works! and they have a wild adventure of a night! And Larry saves the day! And he doesn’t lose his job! And everything works out!

And then, at the end of the film, we have a Larry who, in all his instability, manages to balance the impossible task of getting an entire museum to live together in harmony. We have a Nick who can let loose, who can allow himself to ride on the back of a T-Rex, and who can be proud enough of his father to bring him to Career Day, and whose belief in the dreams and magic of the world has been restored because his father refused to let them die. And when Larry asks if Nick is ready to go home, he says a casual, smiley, “Nope.”

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