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minisugakoobies · 15 days

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It's You - Choi San | 3 AM

Pairing: San x Reader Genre: smut, crack, fluff, angst, roommates to lovers, BFF’s Lil Bro!AU Series Rating: M (18+) Drabble Warnings: sneaking around, sloppy making out, lots of cuddling and kissing, honestly this is super soft, drunk San is a whole different type of menace, a little angst on OC's part, pet names deployed as weapons (baby) Word Count: 2.1k Disclaimers: SFW, obviously I don’t own ATZ - they just inspire me

Summary: He was only supposed to be a temporary roommate. Your best friend’s little brother, crashing on your couch for a few weeks. That’s it. How did this happen?

A/N: This started with talking about drunk San with @minttangerines and @kiestrokes, and then @moni-logues made me miss this couple, so boom! New vignette! I should warn you that I wrote this over the course of 2 days, entirely between the hours of midnight and 5 am because I've been staying up wayyyy too late to watch the Coachella livestreams (can we talk about Chellateez?! because holy shit!), so it's probably a mess and it's unbeta'd, so… blame any typos or incoherency on my fucked up sleep schedule! 🥱

Lyrics are from "Moondance" by Van Morrison, inspired by that one toktoq of San singing that song, which absolutely killed me.

Taglist is open! Reblog, comment, or send me an ask to be added! You can also send me any ideas/thoughts you might have for a future scenario - who knows, it might end up in a drabble! 💕

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It’s three in the morning, and you’re wide awake, at your desk, working frantically on an article whose deadline is mere hours away. For not the first time tonight, you curse your natural inclination towards procrastination and scrub your hand down your face, wishing you’d chosen a different career.

There’s some noise outside your door and you realize San must be home. He’d been down at the Blue Bird with Hongjoong, drinking and hanging out with Wooyoung as he bartended. From the way San’s shuffling around, it sounds like Woo had been his typical kind self and given San more generous pours than he should have. A loud “oof” resonates, and you hear the armchair scrape the floor a bit, as if he were setting it back in its place. You wince, hoping he didn’t wake his sister, who has an early shift and needs to be up at dawn.

“Noona. Nooooooona.” Tap tap tappity tap. “Are you up? I can see - I can see your light.”

San raps on your door, calling out to you in a voice that’s hushed but maybe not quite as quiet as he thinks it is. From his spot on your bed, Nero lifts his head off his paws at the sound, then blinks at you with his bright green eyes.

“I know. He’s loud as fuck, isn’t he?” With a cluck of your tongue, you quickly hop up and open the door. San must’ve been leaning against it, because suddenly you’ve got a mountain on top of you, a loose-limbed one at that, eagerly but clumsily wrapping its arms around you. “San!”

“Hiiiii,” San coos into your shoulder, where he’s buried his face. You shudder slightly as his breath tickles your skin exposed by the tank top you wear, and stagger away from the door enough to close it quietly as you can, not an easy task to do given the giant mass of man hanging his dead weight on you.

“You know, your sister is sleeping just on the other side of this wall,” you remind him, but he doesn’t respond, too busy lathering the column of your neck with tiny kisses. “San. Come on, sit down.”

With some stumbling from San and a not insignificant effort on your part, the two of you make it over to your bed. Your attempt at coaxing San into a sitting position fails miserably as he promptly splays on his back, pulling you on top of him. Nero hops off the bed in a huff.

You go down like a sack of flour, not a gram of gracefulness in your fall, but San appears not to notice when your chin bounces off his sternum or your knee rams his thigh. He sighs contentedly, wrapping his arms around your back, tucking you against him.

“Mmmm. So nice,” he murmurs, resting his cheek against the top of your head.

It’s three in the morning, and you need to finish this damn article. Except that right now, your body is telling you that what you really need is to stay exactly where you are. Because the minute the warmth of San’s embrace surrounded you, your stress melted away. The steady rise and fall of his chest calms you, makes your own breathing slow. You close your eyes, nestling closer to him, sliding your own arms around his waist. You could so easily fall asleep like this.

But he can’t sleep here.

“San. San, are you awake?”

“I’m awake,” he replies, but with closed eyes, which doesn’t really give you a lot of confidence in his response. “I am,” he insists when you shake him, rolling his head away, but he still doesn’t look at you.

“Don’t fall asleep,” you warn him sternly. “I mean it!”

San smiles, the one that tells you that he knows you’re going to give in to him, which is the smile you tend to see him flash the most often, because you’re weak for him and always giving in. But this isn’t one of those times when you can indulge him. No matter how much you want to.

“Wish you’d come to the bar tonight. Wanted you there.”

You knew that. He’d told you as much when he’d texted earlier. Unfortunately, you had to turn him down for the sake of remaining gainfully employed. He’d tried to convince you otherwise at first but finally said he understood. And then sent you a series of sad selfies, each one more pathetic than the last, lips puffing to an extreme. Because he understands the power that pout holds over you.

It’s embarrassing how bad you’re down for this man.

San’s fingers dance idly down your spine, and you sigh, eyes slipping shut again as you speak. “Believe me, I would’ve rather been there with you.”

He hums, fingertips quickening their light minuet. He mumbles something into your hair, low and unintelligible from the way his lips are smushed against your head, so it takes you a few seconds to realize he’s not talking, he’s singing.

“... marvelous night for a moondance, with the stars up above in your eyes…”

“San,” you begin, but before you can warn him not to get any louder, he does so anyway, raising his beautiful voice a little, starting to get into it.

“A fantabulous night to make romance, 'neath the cover of October skies…”

“Shhh!” Your shushing is cut short by your giggling, as you clap a hand over San’s mouth. “Oh my god, now is not the time for this!”

This is one of San’s more notable habits - when a song gets stuck in his head, you’ll hear him singing it for days, just walking around the apartment humming the melody or, if he has an audience, belting out the lines. He knows how much you love his sweet tenor. Another fact about you he’s filed away to devastate you with at the most opportune times.

Like when you need to kick him out of your bed.

He continues singing despite your hand pressing on his lips, slurring the words directly into your palm. His eyebrows are working overtime, top half of his face playfully conveying whatever lyrics are being smothered against your skin. He’s so ridiculous, so over-the-top, even at three in the morning when anyone else would be exhausted, like you felt before he walked into your room, since his energy is infectious and perked you up better than the multiple cups of coffee you downed in your desperate attempt to stay awake. That’s San for you - he’s always giving you something when you need it - his time, his help, his energy.

So you decide to give him something back, and replace your hand with your mouth, drawing him into a tender kiss, imbuing it with all those things you feel but never say. His muffled singing becomes a hum becomes a moan, at first surprised, then pleased. One of his hands drops to your thigh and with a bit of urgent tugging, he maneuvers you on top of him, chest pressed to chest.

His kissing is only the slightest bit sloppier when he’s been drinking, wetter from his tongue caressing yours with somewhat less skill than usual, but it’s never bothered you. You like seeing this side of him, looser with his inhibitions, with whatever holds him in place - or holds him back. One day you’ll ask him to show you more, when you’re both sober.

And when things are different. Less… ambiguous between the two of you.

If you reach that point.

“Noona.” San whispers, thankfully pulling you from the heavier thoughts threatening to sink you right out of the moment. You open your eyes to look at him as he pecks your cheeks. “I like kissing you.”

You grin, letting your forehead knock against his. “Yeah, I kinda noticed.”

“Aren’t you going to say it back?” The look he gives you would melt the hardest of hearts. This is why you’re not afraid to be needy with San. There’s no reason to be, not when he’s just the same.

“I like kissing you too,” you declare, kissing the tip of his nose, laughing at the way his eyes cross as he follows your lips. “But now’s not the time for that, either.”

“Then what time is it?”

Laughing, you gently guide him into a sitting position, keeping your arms looped over his shoulders. His lust is morphing into sleepiness, eyelids drooping as he gazes at you, and your heart goes so soft at the sight of him.

“It’s time for you to go to bed.”

“Okay,” he chirps, immediately flopping onto his back again.

“Ohhhh no, not here. You gotta go. I still have to finish my work, and you…” The words stick in your throat. You can’t be here. You don’t want to say them. You want him to be here. Tonight, and tomorrow, and on and on.

But that’s a conversation for another time. Not three in the morning.

“You have to go,” you groan, sliding off the bed and grabbing his arms, less gentle and more insistent this time. “Come on, get up!”

San lets out a whine of protest. “But baby, why can’t I stay here?”

Oh, he would drop a ‘baby’ now, slipping it in so casually, so naturally, like there’s nothing unusual about him calling you that. As if it’s not something new he only started doing the other day, happening maybe a handful of times since.

Since the two of you have been doing this undefined thing, there’s really only been one unspoken rule. You sleep in your bed, and he sleeps on the couch. Even on the nights when Haneul’s working the late shift, or she’s over at Jongho’s. You never know if she’ll come home early, so you don’t risk it. It’s just easier this way.

Doesn’t mean you like it, though.

“Because. If Haneul catches you coming out of here - “

The sound of a door opening makes you freeze right down to your tongue, leaving your sentence unfinished. Your head swivels towards your own door. A pair of feet pad down the hall, getting closer, then fading away, until you hear another door being closed. The bathroom.

“Noona.”

You turn to find a sober-looking San staring at you. He reaches out, hands settling on your hips, holding on to you as you stand between his legs. Clinging again.

“She’s in early today, right?”

The two of you probably know Haneul’s schedule better than she does. You nod.

“Then I’ll just stay in here. She’ll think I never came home.”

He makes it sound so simple. So reasonable. He’ll stay here until she leaves. Why didn’t you think of that? Is it because you don’t like thinking of San with someone else, even if said person is an imaginary person who exists solely to provide an excuse that will allow you to get what you want? And if you get what you want now, it’s only going to hurt more when you can’t have it anymore?

Yeah, that’s probably it.

“I don’t know…” you bite your lip.

“Come on,” he wheedles, drawing you into his lap again, cupping your face with both hands. “Let me stay with you. Don’t you want me?”

And there it goes, the last remaining bit of your resistance.

“Okay.”

San seems a little shocked, face lighting up in delight, and you wonder if it’s at how quickly you agreed, or that you agreed at all. Maybe both.

“But we have to be quiet. So, you know…” You trail off, gesturing wordlessly.

“No moondancing?” He emphasizes the word heavily, lifting a brow, and you roll your eyes but grin as well.

“Right, none of that.”

“Just cuddles?”

As if he needs to ask. You nod. “But I’m not coming to bed until I finish my work.” You reclaim your seat at your desk, folding your arms over the back of it, trying to give the appearance of someone with a solid backbone, since yours is apparently made of pudding.

“That’s okay,” San says, already tugging his shirt off, then his pants, until he’s only in his boxer briefs. He peels back your comforter, sliding into the soft sheets, and again the action is so natural, so normal, like he does this every night, that something in your chest constricts. “I’ll just wait for you.”

Your first thought is that you should inform him that he’s going to be waiting a while, but then again, maybe he won’t.

You’re feeling suddenly inspired.

(It’s three in the morning, and you’re falling in love.)

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moonlesslights · 11 months

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Miguel O'Hara x Reader.

a little lovely thing for you, loves <3

any comment about it is appreciated!

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After a long day dealing with all of the problems being the head of the Spider Community brings with it: catching bad guys and having to be realistic with the good ones just in order to protect them, even if the truth hurt them when he whispers it in a harsh voice after he looses all patience; Miguel found himself, looking at his reflection on the screen of one of the computers, tired.

His eyes wander to the wall next to him. 10:37pm. It is still rather early, most of the people and creatures in the building are probably still awake, and it is still three hours away from the hour he usually goes to bed too. But right now he knows he won’t make it till then, he has so much stuff to do, so much to worry about but his brain can only focus in one thing, can only tell him he needs one and only one thing right now. And it’s your fault.

He grunts when he jumps from the platform all the way to the floor, fighting with his own emotions and his desperation to get out of there. He is mad at himself for the way he’s acting, for the feeling of his body looking for yours… But he can’t do any more today, he knows what he needs and if he stays here like this he knows he won’t get anything done anyway.

Miguel walks out of his “cave”, as you used to call it, and goes on his way, swinging around a couple of times on his web and crawling some more across the diagonal pillars of the building to get where he was sure you were going to be right now. Because it wasn’t like he would often turn on the cameras on one of his holograms and played to look for you till the point of unconsciously knowing your favorite places to hang out by now. Of course not.

He’s so deep in his thoughts that when he finally hears your laugh just a few meters away, his heart skips a beat. And although his face doesn’t show any particular emotion when he walks up to you and your friends, he’s internally fighting with himself again for the whole situation. What was he doing here? Why is he acting this way? What was he thinking?

“Miguel?” You raise an eyebrow at him, he can see the confusion on your eyes but he especially takes notice of how you smile still, happy to see him. Happy to see him.

“Night.” He announces his presence, walking closer to you. The people around, which isn’t much, smile nervously at him, while some others seem unbothered by the new arrival. He looks at you for a moment and he doesn’t say a single word before taking you by the wrist and announcing again: “Night.”

“No, what? Wait… Miguel!” You look back, confused at his actions. You try to plant your feet on the ground and stop the both of you, but he easily continues to drag you across the floor and soon enough, taking you by the waist despite your insistence in questioning where were you’re going, swings you around in quick and confident movements till the noise of the whole building starts to be left behind.

You sigh and let the right side of your face rest against his shoulder. Surrendering to his actions and judgement.

He appreciated that, he liked it so much more than he wanted to admit. How you relax when you’re with him, how you trust him almost blindly, how you know, without him having to say a word, that he won’t hurt you. No matter what he did or how he acted without giving you an explanation, you trusted he would always have a plan. And even if he said to himself that he didn’t need anyone, he can’t deny —he can’t understand— how much he enjoys looking around a room after a particularly hard situation to find your eyes on him, the only ones that are never scared, the only ones that keep shining in trust… He doesn’t know what he would do if that ever changes.

If he reaches to touch you and you step back. If he calls your name and you don’t turn back. He has imagined, a couple dozen times, different scenarios, with you covered in blood, with you inside this very building, with you alongside someone else, but always the same eyes: like a rabbit staring at the fox baring his teeth, terrified, trembling. He always has to look for you after that image takes over his mind, almost convincing him it could be real. He can’t find himself at peace as he erratically opens and closes his hands, until you appear before him, smiling with so much warm that he can’t imagine, he won’t imagine, another emotion in your face than this one, where he reaches out for you and you don’t step back, where he calls your name and you turn around, where he can have you in between his arms for as long as he wants now, closing the door to all of the problems of the world outside.

You take his hand when he finally steps you down, guiding you across the dark hall to his room. You remain in silence but you can hear the thud of his heart beating inside his ribcage. You’re sure he knows you can hear it. You’re sure he can hear yours too.

As he opens the door and lets you get inside the room first, you relax almost instantly. His scent fills your lungs, making the air feel lighter at the very second your take in the first breath.

“Get comfortable.” He says in a neutral voice without even looking at you, and you know exactly what he means.

As he takes off his suit you walk to his closet. You take one of your favorite t-shirts of him to put on once you got rid of your own suit. It was fresh and it brushes your skin deliciously when you put it on, like cold water after a warm day under the sun.

You jump in the bed the moment he removes the cover, humming in content when you feel the cool blankets under you. Miguel lifts one of the corners of his mouth, his eyes are still tired but you can see that soft glimmer one can only take notice of in the dark, if you pay attention, where you can see how much he’s trying, how much hope he’s still guarding inside his own heart.

He climbs onto the bed with one knee, and lets his weigh fall onto his elbows first before finally letting himself rest on top of you with a soft grunt caused by the sore of his muscles. He buries his face on your chest, right between your breasts, closing his eyes almost immediately, easing in the feeling of your skin against his own. One of his hands lifts up, waving its fingers in the air. You laugh at his action, shaking your head.

“You could use your voice to tell me what you want.” You chuckle right above his ear, sending a pleasant shiver all across his body.

“Please?” He asks like he’s not sure of the use of that word.

You smile, lifting your hand and intertwining it with his. Only then, his brows relax, letting both of your hands fall back onto the bed, caressing your skin with his thumb running up and down in a tender swing.

“How are you?” You ask in a soft whisper.

“Better now.” He answers and you can’t not even begin to comprehend how much he means those words. He doesn’t know if he wants you to do it. One step out of the door and he looses the only thing that makes him human. “How are you?” He asks back, this time turning his head up to look at your eyes.

You chuckle. “Never better.” You tilt your head, allowing him to see that warmness in your eyes only reserved for him. His jaw clenches at the sole thought of someone else holding you like he does. He can’t allow it. He knows the implications of your having a whole life on your own universe, of someone waiting to steal you from him. He doesn’t think he could go over the fact of seeing you marry someone else… Well, now the thought of you walking down the aisle in white holding someone else’s hand has ruined his mood again. He frowns, looking down again. You laugh. “What was that face?! What is it?”

He doesn’t answer and you don’t wish to push him. He spends all the time being responsible of this whole place, having to be the voice of reason among all the others. You can’t blame him to act out all his foolishness when he’s alone with you.

After a couple of minutes with you running the fingers of your free hand along his hair, he finally drops out the words stuck on his throat:

“Choose me.” Not ‘stay’, not ‘don’t leave’, not ‘don’t go back’, but ‘choose me’. Even if you’re in another universe, even if we don’t see each other in months or years, even if we shouldn’t, choose me. “You’re free to leave, I would never ask you otherwise. But come back to me every time you do, please.”

“Miguel…”

“I know what I’m asking, but I promise I would never interfere with your duties in this organization nor anything in that matter. So choose to keep me by your side. So I… Fuck.” He buries his head even more, till the point his words are muffled by the t-shirt you’re wearing. “I might not survive. If… If you go. Y’know?” He says and you can tell how red his face probably is even without seeing it. “It won’t end well for me if you never come back from home.”

“Mhm…” You hum. “I see that that talk we had about opening to your feelings wasn’t in vain. You’re really putting on on practice…”

“Oh, c’mon.” He groans, turning around and trying to get up from his position, but your arms are quicker when you wrap around him, laughing out loud at his face.

“Come here, I’m kidding.” You smile, giving him a soft kiss on his forehead. Your hands start to draw figures on his back, with such tenderness he doesn’t have the strength to try to back up again. You take his chin and, after a few attempts, he finally gives in and looks at you. “This is home, Miguel.”

His eyes slightly widen at your words and his hands fight to cling to your body again, to bring your against him. Because it’s just never enough.

“Any love I have showed you, any love I show and give you from now on, is yours to keep.” You sigh. “I will not turn away, no matter how ugly things get. I will always find my way back to you.”

Miguel didn’t answered, three words were still dripping from his tongue, but what he felt for you was higher than what his voice could express, so he fell silent and took your face with his right hand and asked for permission with his eyes before kissing your smile. His lips against yours felt heavy and soft, you can feel his fear to hurt you in his careful movements, but you open your mouth, letting those three words slide in with his tongue brushing against yours like the sea crashes on the shore.

He drops his head to your neck, pushing with his thumb your jaw up, opening space for him to kiss and lick up in straight lines with his tongue. You wrap your legs around his waist, feeling him press against you. You haven’t taken this step yet, your intimacy grew from long nights talking and soft brushes of skin caressing skin, from mornings waking up beside each other, from the urgency to run to each other's arms, to hear your voice, to have his arms secured around you.

Miguel refused to take it any further because he thought, months ago, watching you sleeping curled against his chest, that if he tasted you whole, there wouldn’t be no turning back. It would be his perdition.

But now he realizes that even without doing that, his life would never go back to the same as it was before you appeared in front of him for the very first time. He doesn’t want it to be like that ever again. He knows, that from the moment he saw you, maybe even before that, one part of his soul tangled around you, and has refused to let go ever since. It belongs to her now. It had belonged to her since she was born. To be hers, to be his.

Maybe, he thinks as he takes both of your wrists above your head with one hand while the other caresses deeply on your hips as his fangs tease above your skin alongside his tongue and hot breath, it is time to go all the way in.

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littlexscarletxwitch · 2 months

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hello I would like to request Flo X reader fic. Where reader is touring with Harry styles. She plays guitar and Flo comes to his concert (she is friends with Harry) and meets Y/n and they hook up later that night (soft smut, maybe some praise or light choking?) . And then like a timeskip to their wedding. Harry gives a funny speech about how they met.

Sorry if it's too much. But this is one of my daydreaming scenarios. I trust you with doing it justice ❤️

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗴𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁

paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, nsfw, r is harry's friend, flo's also harry's friend, harry is like r's big bro

warning(s): MDNI, +18 ONLY read at your own risk, explicit smut, wlw sex, oral sex, slight praise kink, slight choking kink, grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 3.1k

note: It's been a long time coming but here I am lol. I FUCKING LOVED YOUR IDEA ANON. I just love Florence and love Harry so this was on fucking top. I hope you like it, sooo sorry it took me soo long to post it. Love you all, M <3

requests are open! + check my rules + masterlist <3

The screaming, the singing, the cheering, the whole whole scene just sent shivers up your spine.

You knew that it wasn’t for you, not really. It was all for him and you couldn’t be prouder of all the things he had accomplished. Sure, he was kinda like your boss, or so the two of you would joke, but in reality Harry was a really good friend of yours. He was the older brother you had never had.

A sad smile made its way over to your face as the show came to an end. It was always the worst part of the show, knowing that you would have to say goodbye to the unbelievably loud, fun, joyful atmosphere. But the thought of doing it all over again soon offered you some comfort.

And so it came to an end, as everyone hit the last chord and note, and as Harry said goodbye to every person in the stadium. A second later, all lights went out, and everyone went offstage.

“I could never get tired of this,” was the first thing you said as you all made their way into your dressing rooms.

“Damn right!” Sarah agreed. You took a quick glance at her and smiled as you watched her holding Mitch’s hand.

“They always are so incredible,” Harry said from next to you. “You guys are also incredible. I cannot thank you enough for being here.”

“Get out of here, you dork,” you playfully nudge your shoulder against him.

“I mean it,” he said, chuckling.

“I know you do,” you said, rolling your eyes at him.

“Harry!” you heard someone screaming behind you, causing the aforementioned to turn around.

“Flor?” he said as a blond woman came running closer. “Flor!” he said, this time sure, as he opened up his arms to hug the woman

She, pretty much, launched herself into his arms as he tightly hugged her. “You were amazing! she said. “You all were!” she finished as Harry let go of her.

“Thank you, Flor. I didn’t know you were actually coming,” you noticed that Harry couldn't stop smiling.

“I know, I didn’t either. But I just thought I couldn't miss this, you know,” she nudged Harry’s side as you had done a few seconds before.

You cleared your throat getting Harry’s attention. “Oh, right. Everyone, this is Florence, fellow actor,” he joked. “Flor, this is everyone: Mitch and Sarah,” he gestured to the couple. “Elin, Niji, Pauli, Ny,” the four of them nodded and waved at her. “And lastly, but definitely not least, Y/n.”

“Hello,” you smiled at her. “Nice to finally put a face to your name.”

“Likewise,” she smiled back, her eyes not leaving your frame and you swore you felt your stomach flipping. “It’s nice to meet all of you, really,” Florence gently shook her head, snapping out of her own thoughts. “I just wanted to say ‘hi’, I guess I’ll be on my way…”

“No, don’t leave,” Harry protested. “We finally get to hang out. Have dinner with me, please,” he said, grabbing her hands. “Y/n and I are going to this amazing restaurant and I’m sure you’ll love it.”

“Oh, no. I don’t want to intrude…”

“Not at all,” you quickly cut her off. “It would be lovely to have someone helping me handle this one over here,” you motioned to Harry.

“Rude,” he scoffed, as if he was actually hurt but there was a grin on his lips.

She chuckled, “I’m not sure…”

“Please, I insist.”

“She insists,” Harry repeated your statement.

“I, um…” Harry looked at her with puppy eyes. “Fine, fine,” she gave up with a smile on her face. “But dinner’s on me.”

“Not a chance,” Harry said as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

[...]

“So, this Olivia girl is nuts,” you concluded.

“Well, I wouldn’t use that word,” Harry said as he winced at your choice of word.

“Yeah, she’s mental,” Florence said otherwise, nodding at you.

“Was the movie good at least?”

“You didn’t watch it?” Harry asked, but your whole attention was on Florence.

“Yeah, I guess so,” she answered you. “Fans like it, critics thought it was alright. But the whole cast… there was some weird energy going on…” she shrugged it off as she took a bite of her pasta.

“I can’t believe you didn’t watch my movie,” you heard Harry keep on complaining.

“It must have sucked. Such great actors and good people were involved, all for her to ruin the whole thing…”

“I’m your best friend, why didn’t you watch it?” he said, turning his head to you so you couldn't ignore him anymore.

“Jesus! I’m sorry, okay,” you said defensively, making Florence chuckled. “It just slipped out of my mind,” you said as a smile creeped on your lips, mirroring Florence’s.

“You are a bad friend.”

“I’m not.”

“Yeah, you are,” he dramatically sighed. “But that’s okay, I still love you,” he said, placing a kiss on your forehead as he stood up. “I’m going to the loo, I’ll be right back.”

“He’s such an ass,” you said, once he was gone, as you took a sip of water.

Florence giggled at your words. “He is, isn’t he?” She cleared her throat. “So, I… I have to ask… Are you and Harry… you know like…,” she said, feeling the blood rushing to her cheeks.

You quickly realised what she meant and almost choked on your water.

“No! God, no,” you said, clearing your throat, causing Florence to both laugh and sigh in relief. “He’s like my big brother. From the moment we met I just… I knew he would be a big part of my life, and he is… as my brother,” she nodded as a smile found its way to her lips. “Plus, he’s definitely not my type. Like at all, if you know what I mean,” you said, hiding behind your glass again.

“I think I do know what you mean,” Florence smiled at you in accompaniment.

“So, you and him never…”

“No,” she chuckled. “I mean we did kiss but it was just acting so…” she trailed off, licking her lips which caused your eyes to quickly look at them.

“Good to know,” you said as you gulped down the lump that had formed in your throat.

[...]

“I’m sorry I have to leave early,” Harry mumbled disappointed.

“It’s okay. We had a lot of fun, right?” you winked at Florence to which she nodded. “Drive safe, H,” you mumbled as you hugged him goodbye.

“Always,” he said as he let you go and went to hug Florence. “Don’t be a stranger, okay, Flor?”

“I won’t,” she hugged him tightly. “I promise.”

“You guys are sure you don’t want me to drop…”

“We’ll be fine,” you quickly cut him off.

“M’okay, I’m leaving,” he said, making his way to his car. “Good night!”

“Night night!” you said back, watching his back as he left the two of you alone.

“So, um…” Florence said once she was sure her friend was gone. “Would you like to get some coffee back at mine?” you smiled as her cheeks turned red once again. “Well, it’s not mine. I don’t live there, but I am staying there. So I guess it does count as mine—” she was rambling.

“I would love to,” you cut her off.

[...]

The moment the both of you stepped through the door, the coffee was long forgotten.

“I’ve been waiting to do this the entire night,” she whispered on your lips.

You didn't know how it happened, but the glances on your way to Florence’s house became featherlight touches and next thing you knew she was pushing you inside her house and her lips soon found yours. You weren’t complaining though.

“Oh, really?” you teased her as you bit her bottom lip.

“Yes,” she said in between a soft moan, dragging you to the couch.

“We are doing this here?” you said, as you kissed her neck.

“The bedroom is too far away,” she said, already breathless, lying on the couch.

“It’s literally just ten more—.”

“Just shut up and kiss me,” she said cupping your cheeks, forcing her lips onto yours.

The kiss only became rougher as your tongue made its way past her lips, fighting against her own. You could still taste the wine she had earlier along with the ice cream she had for dessert. You moved your lips down, finding once again her sensitive skin and decided to leave your mark on her. Something for her to remember you afterwards.

“That’s gonna leave a mark.”

“Yeah, that’s what I want,” you said as you kissed right where your teeth had been. “I don’t want you to forget me so easily,” you chuckled, before sucking another part of her skin just to leave another bruise.

“Trust me, I’m gonna remember this night.”

As best as you could, while still being on top of her, you stripped her out of her clothes. It wasn’t that hard since she was wearing a dress, and she wasn’t wearing a bra like she always would. The only thing keeping you from admiring the entirety of her body was the thin piece of cloth covering her centre.

“God, you are breathtaking,” you said as your lips wrapped around her nipple.

“Fuck,” Florence muttered as her head fell back, arching her back against the couch.

Slowly, you made your way down her body, your lips ghosting over where she needed you the most. You brushed your nose against her clothed clit, your hot breath on her making her squirm under you.

“Y/n…” she whined.

You licked up her slit, tasting her even through the thin fabric, making you moan into her at how wet she already was.

“Just take it off already, please.”

“So eager, so wet for me… I like that,” you chuckled, before tugging down the piece of cloth with the help of your teeth.

As your tongue explored her sensitive centre, your right hand found its way up to her neck and slightly squeezed once you pushed your tongue inside her. You could feel her fast heartbeat under your hand, and decided to keep up with that pace as your tongue thrusted in and out of her.

You moved your tongue up, finding her clit and sucking hard on it while you used your free hand to push two fingers in her, making her moan out loud. You squeezed her neck a bit tighter, not tight enough to stop her from breathing, just to let her know she was being taken care of.

“Shit, I won’t be able to hold back for longer,” she cried out, brows furrowed as you keep on working on her.

“Then don’t hold back, baby,” your voice was muffled because of her cunt. “Just come for me, Flor.”

You thrusted even faster and harder, arching the tip of your finger just to hit her sweet spot, working your tongue rougher on her clit and a second later you felt her legs wrapping around your head as her whole body started to tremble and your name fell out of your lips. You helped her ride her orgasm as you squeezed her neck getting the best out of her as you swallowed every drop of her juices.

“You did so good for me, babygirl,” you said as you went up to kiss her lips so she could have a taste of herself.

“Bloody hell, Y/n. That was amazing…” she struggled to speak the words out, she was completely breathless.

“We are just getting started, sweetheart.”

[...]

After that night, Florence and you exchanged numbers and found yourself reaching out for the other constantly. She would tell you about her job, and you would tell her about the tour. Some nights, when she had a free weekend, she would fly out to where you were and stay in the hotel with you. Those were the best nights ever, just the two of you cuddling and kissing and doing more than just kissing.

She was one of the best things that had ever happened in a long time, you wanted to let the whole world know she was now yours and you were hers. But if the whole world knew, then Harry would too. And neither of you were sure how he would take the news. You were scared to lose your best friend —your brother— even if it sounded really silly, you were fucking his best friends after all.

There were so many times when you almost told him, after all when touring with your best friend he knew there was something going on with you, he just couldn’t put his finger on it. He would watch as you giggled and smiled at your phone, or he would wonder why you started to stay at the hotels instead of going out with the whole group at night. He didn’t want to intrude, so he settled for waiting for you to open up with him. But curiosity was eating him inside out, luckily for Harry, he would find some answers really soon.

First night in London was just around the corner, and Florence came along with it, since he decided to invite her to that show as well. You weren’t aware of the arrangement until you stumbled into Harry’s dressing room and she was just sitting there.

“Hi,” you said, with a tint of uncertainty.

“Hi,” she just smiled at you and you felt your tummy shrinking.

“What are you–? How? When?” you felt your anxiety creeping in.

“I’m seeing one of my best friends performing, and my girlfriend as a plus. How? Well, I guess Harry made it possible and when? I just got here, like twenty minutes ago,” she chuckled. “Do you not want me here?” she joked.

“No!” you shook your head. “I mean, of course I want you here,” you said, getting closer to her, wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your forehead on hers. “I just…,” you sighed. “I’m sorry, I just freaked out because of Harry.”

“I know, love,” she said, caressing your arms. “I think we should tell him, maybe after the show.”

“Yeah, I agree.”

“It’ll go just fine, I promise,” she added, once she sensed your doubt. She cupped your cheeks searching for your eyes. “I promise, okay?” she reassured you.

“Okay,” you nodded, convincing yourself that Florence was right.

She couldn’t help it and sealed the promise by softly kissing all your doubts and worries away. You didn’t realise how badly you needed that kiss until your breath was taken away. It wasn’t just a kiss, it was a caress to your uneasy heart and you felt your entire self melting into her, completely forgetting where the two of you were standing.

“So this was it,” you heard someone say behind you.

A pair of stern green eyes met yours and you felt your heart drop to your stomach, but the cold green eyes quickly moved past you.

“I cant believe you are fucking my guitarist,” Harry simply said to Florence.

You didn’t expect him to snap at Florence, but for some reason there he was doing exactly that.

“Harry!” you chimed in.

“What? It's true, isn’t it?” he shrugged it off, not moving his eyes from Florence.

“It’s complicated,” she attacked him back.

“It’s not complicated. Are you or are you two not fucking? Simple as that.”

“It’s not just fucking,” he winced at the use of the ‘f-word’ coming out of your lips. You were his best friend, almost like a sister and there he was finding out his ‘sister’ was fucking his best friend. “There’s more to it.”

“This is what you had been hiding from me, isn’t it? I knew there was something off with you. I just… I can’t believe neither of you would tell me.”

“We didn’t do it on purpose, Harry,” Flo said.

“It just happened,” his eyes softened once he found yours again. “We didn’t mean for it to happen, but it did, Hazz.”

“So it’s not just, you know…” he didn’t want to say ‘fuck’ again, he had had enough with that word when it came to you.

“No, it’s not—.”

“I love her,” Florence said.

“What?” you asked in disbelief, that was the first time she would say that.

“I do. I love you,” she said now to you. “You feel like home, Y/n. And I want nothing more than to come home every night to you.”

You couldn't help the smile forming on your lips. “I love you too,” you said chuckling.

“Great! I can’t stay mad at you two if you keep on being this lovely…” Harry huffed. “You know what, I’m just gonna leave. We can talk about this later, or maybe not,” he said making his way to the door, but before he walked out he said: “Though, I want both of you to know that I’m glad you two found each other… and that it was because of me.”

[...]

Three years later.

Harry cleared his throat before speaking. “I would like to start my best man speech by saying that these two lovebirds met because of me, so I am to thank that we are all gathered here, therefore you are all very welcome,” the room cheered for him, even though it was supposed to be yours and Florence’s night. “When I first found out about them, I just freaked out,” the whole room bursted into laughter both yours and Florence’s family and friends. “I did, I swear. I just couldn't believe it.”

“Harry!” you scolded him.

“Y/n is like my little sister, “ Harry completely ignored you. “And when I found out that my little sister was doing things… unthinkable, unspeakable, unpleasant things, with my so-called friend…”

“Harry!” this time Florence said with a warning tone, making the whole room chuckled.

“I freaked out,” he smiled to himself remembering the moment. “But now, standing here and celebrating their love on this glorious day, their wedding day, I just know it was meant to be. Y/n,” he said looking into your eyes. “You know you feel like a sister to me,” you felt tears burning your eyes. “And I couldn’t be happier knowing that you found the love of your life. And that it’s not just some random stranger you found online or something, “ the room chuckled again. “But it’s one of the best, kind, gentle souls I know,” you searched for Florence’s hand, squeezing it. “I’m glad you found her, Flor. I’m glad you found each other” his eyes were now locked on hers. “And I’m glad you love her just as much as I do, maybe even more,” he winked at her. “So,” he raised his glass of champagne, everyone following suit. “Cheers to the both of you, for your undecaying love,” he was going to take a sip from his glass but he quickly added: “And cheers to me for bringing you two together.”

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suniix · 10 months

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Hiii!!! Request for Yuta, where reader knows Yuta has a crush on them, and gives them time to confess but ends up getting fed up with how shy he is, and just blurts out how much they like him, in the most random setting. luv ur writing btw (:

surprise confession | yuta x reader

word count | 1k+

note | IM GLAD YOU LIKE MY WRITING!! also sorry this took so long anon!! i got stuck on what random scenario to use, originally i was going to have the reader confess on a roller coaster but somehow it changed. if anyone wants me to write a roller coaster version lmk 👍 (also sorry if he’s a ooc im having a huge writers block moment 😣)

You thought yourself to be a patient person, truly, but Yuta’s hesitance was beginning to drive you insane.

At first his shy behavior was cute. The shared glances, the way his cheeks would turn a cute shade of red whenever you complimented him, the way he’d stumble over his words when trying to compliment you back; you couldn’t get enough of it. Any day now he would pull you aside and pour his heart out to you.

But quickly a day turned into a couple of days, which turned into weeks, which then turned into months.

And quickly your patience ran out.

You began to think your feelings were once sided. Maybe you had just imagined everything. Maybe you had projected your own feelings onto him which caused you to misinterpret every gesture, word, and action. Had you simply over analyzed every encounter, searching for any hidden meanings behind his every action?

Doubt began to cloud your mind. You began to withdraw yourself from him, hoping that your limited actions would help your feelings disappear.

It wasn’t until while roaming the halls late at night you heard Yuta having a secret conversation with Panda that you confirmed it.

“Just tell them already!” Panda’s hushed voice was immediately silenced by another.

“I can’t!” That had to be Yuta.

“What do you mean you can’t? You like them, just ask them out!”

The two bickering voices began to grow distant when they started walking away from you. You stood leaning against the wall, a giant smile making its way onto your face.

With your heart nearly jumping out of your chest you happily walked back to your room.

Despite the conversation you heard between the two, nothing changed.

In fact, it seemed as though Yuta’s shyness increased, making it harder for you to even talk to him at all. You’ve thought about making the first move and asking him out first, but every time you try and bring up casually hanging out together, alone, he stutters out an excuse to talk to you later and nearly runs out the room.

At this point, you’re not even sure what to think. Instead of trying to come up with possible ideas as to why Yuta wouldn’t say anything, you've come to accept the fact he likely isn’t looking to be in a relationship. Which, given the whole Rika situation, makes sense. So instead, in an attempt to try and move on again, you went back to avoiding him.

“(Y/n), Yuta!” Maki called out, catching both you and Yuta’s attention. She began walking towards the both of you and gestured to the field behind her. “Both of you, on the field now. It's your turn to spar.”

But it seemed the universe had different plans for the both of you.

Before you even had a chance to protest, Maki and Panda walked past the two of you. “When I get back we’ll switch, until then keep sparring.” Maki stated, seemingly knowing you didn’t agree with the pairing.

You watched as they walked away, feeling Yuta’s eyes on you. Without saying a word, you stand up and grab your weapon and begin walking over to the field. As much as you didn’t want to be paired up with him, there's no use in arguing about it. You wanted to avoid any unnecessary drama that would come from asking to spar with someone else.

Once the two of you stood across each other you initiated the first move, charging at him with a force you normally wouldn’t use.

Yuta definitely noticed, stumbling a couple of times trying to keep up with your pace. “Hey, did I do something wrong?” Yuta asked, grunting as he tried to hold back the force of your wooden spear with his own.

“No, what makes you say that?” You respond, backing away to prepare another attack.

“It’s just that you’ve been avoiding me—” Yuta stumbles back when you suddenly attack, struggling to keep up with your pace. “What did I do to make you so upset?!”

Hearing those words made something snap in you. “That’s just it! You’ve done nothing!!” You yelled.

Yuta stumbled back, landing on his back while looking at you with wide eyes at your sudden outburst.

“I’ve waited and waited for you to say anything. I heard you and Panda talking in the hallway the other night, I know you like me, but it sucks just waiting around for something to happen! I’m upset because I like you too! A lot actually!!”

Yuta’s jaw slightly drops, watching as your eyes begin to water.

You quickly turn away from him and wipe your eyes. You didn’t expect to let it all out at that moment, but just hearing what he said combined with that confused look on his face made you angry. You felt as if you were the only one suffering in this situation.

The realization of what you said began to kick in and you felt your ears burn with embarrassment. Did you seriously just blurt out how much you liked him in the middle of sparring? You were definitely going to remember this moment years into the future when you’re trying to go to sleep.

Standing up, Yuta hesitantly approached you, afraid any subtle movement from him would make you run away. He clears his throat, catching your attention. You hesitantly look back at him, feeling even more embarrassed when you see Yuta’s worried expression.

“I’m sorry for not saying anything sooner, honestly, I had no idea how to approach you about it and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with how I felt..”

You shake your head. “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take my anger out on you and put you on the spot like that. Just, ignore what I said—”

“No!!”

His sudden yell startled you. Seeing the look on your face Yuta retracts his hand, you kinda wish he didn’t move his hand away. “I don’t want to ignore what you said. Um, how about after we finish practicing we.. go out to eat? Would that be okay?” He hesitantly asked.

You took a moment to respond, taking in how his eyes shifted from you to the ground, his cheeks slowly becoming more red by the minute. Struggling to hold back a smile you nod.

“Yea, I’d like that.”

thank you for reading till the end! :D

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prodshima · 10 months

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love language scenarios 𖤐

warnings: i wrote this a couple months ago and i just realized that it doesn’t really fit their languages but i’m too caught up to rewrite the whole thing :(

pinned: just cute scenarios of 2 of my baby boys that’ll hopefully get me out of writer’s block :) also, is haikyuu tumblr still alive? lol :p

click here for: part two

ATSUMU MIYA - physical touch.

“baby, where are you? i’m home” atsumu drowsily calls out from the front door, kicking his feet out of his shoes before hastily hanging his coat on the rack when he hears you call out his name

with fast strides, atsumu rushes to the bedroom and shoves the door open, his heart immediately melting at the sight of you all cozy in his shirt. you look so cute and he just can’t help but jump on you to bury himself in your warmth (which he’d been looking forward to since he left for work at 7 in the morning) —oh how he missed you so so much.

“hi there my baby, how was work?” you ask him as you run your fingers through his hair gently, untying the knots in the process before bursting into muffled giggles when he lets out a groan

“ ‘s okay but i missed ya” atsumu whispers and glares at you teasingly when you tell him that the both of you just spent the whole weekend together, he knows it’s true but he doesn’t care.

as a comfortable silence envelopes the bedroom, atsumu peppers feathery kisses on your jaw, soft sighs leaving his lips when your gentle hands stroke his cheek in circles, suddenly feeling overwhelmed after facing a lifeless computer for almost 16 hours

“wanna have dinner, tsum?” you ask him after a few minutes of silence, suddenly remembering that you prepared a small meal for him to eat because you figured he hasn’t eaten yet

but you’re weirded out when silence envelops the room so you look down and there welcomes you your boyfriend lying on your chest who’ve never looked so fragile with his head resting on your chest, his legs tangled with yours, and his arms wrapped around your waist

“i love you so much, tsum” you whisper as you feel your own eyes closing as well, the both of you left to enjoy each other’s warmth, finally letting the night past.

TSUKISHIMA KEI - quality time.

for someone like tsukishima kei who’s used to always spending his free time studying before he came across you, he cherishes every moment the both of you spend together because he knows he’s not good with his words— whether it’s spent on little dates, staying at his dorm and snuggling while watching cliché movies, or even just listening to music together, it’s a thing he’ll never admit it though.

“tsukki, wanna walk me home?“

tsukishima turns around to you batting your eyelashes in attempt to “lure” him to walk home with you— he thinks it’s kind of stupid though because you know he’ll do even if you don’t ask him to, he’d never make you walk home alone this late in the afternoon especially knowing that you’re tired from all the lessons you had to take in

and of course also due to your hectic schedules kicking your asses these past few weeks as finals come to a close, the both of you don’t see each other much in campus except during lunch breaks

“of course i have to, i don’t trust you enough to walk alone” tsukishima says with a fake sigh as he looks forwards, avoiding your eyes, but you decide not to tease him any further about how he just won’t admit that he wants to be with you just a little longer but instead, enjoying this side of him

as the both of you walk together silently with his earphones shared, listening to the playlist he made for you, well that he denied making, his hand suddenly grabs yours hastily, but still somewhat gentle and buries it in the pocket of his hoodie, catching you by surprise and pulling you closer to his side

you can’t help but smile at him sheepishly, that of course goes unnoticed by the tall man, judging, he looks at you with an eyebrow raised all while trying to keep his own unfazed aura because he knows exactly what’s running on your mind

“what are you looking at? hurry up, we still need to study when we get home” he scoffs softly, attempting to remove your hand from his but you don’t budge, gripping his hand tightly as you gaze at him in surprise

“huh?! are you staying with me today? you’re not going back to your dorm, tsukki? tsukki? tsukki !” you whine, swaying your hands together as he grins widely, turning around to leave a quick peck on your lips and pinching your cheeks together

“yeah, i am so get used to it because i’ll be doing it a lot more”, he admits and you tug his arm lightly, smacking him as you repeatedly ask what he meant by that

this is perfect, he thinks.

yeah it is.

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survivalove · 6 months

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Air Temple Island, the Water Tribes & the Real Life Influences that bring them together

I was gonna screenshot a post I saw and add it to my post but I don’t feel like giving that individual attention (and the 300+ notes they got), so I just decided to make my own standalone post debunking this narrative that air temple island is this fully air nomad brothel (yes they said this) with ZERO water tribe motifs which katara is forced to live in until aang passed away.

frankly it just reminded me of how little people in this fandom actually bother to analyze the actual content, instead preferring to write entirely made up scenarios of katara being reduced to an air nomad incubator along with dozens other female acolytes (yes they also said this lmao. also them acting like both male AND female acolytes weren’t living on the whole other side of the island 😭)

when in truth, i’ve come to find a lot of elements of both water tribes as well as traditional inuit elements across air temple island:

1. the paifang

a traditionally chinese element that for some reason is exclusively found in the northern water tribe (why do they have a gate inside a throne room, you ask? ask the white people that made this show). the one on the left is actually one of two aang BUILT, at the main entrance and another at the temple entrance. this is just one example of water tribe design on the island.

2. the bagua mosaic

another structure is the bagua mosaic on the training grounds. bagua is a set of traditional chinese symbols of the cosmology, taoism. the bagua composes of 8 sets of broken or unbroken lines that represent yin and yang. where have we seen yin and yang in the original series? oh yeah, as tui and la of the water tribe! (because atla is a mess of asiatic and indigenous motifs joined together and spread out across each nation, mainly traditionally chinese elements at that.) aang building this right next to the air nomad training grounds is a symbol of the dual bending heritage their children will have.

3. gold and blue accents

now, gold and blue are the main colors of the exterior structures but is also very strong inside the air temple itself. note, the massive air nomad symbol designed fully in blue in the center and the blue banners and rugs throughout the temple. this is no doubt, for me, a visual depiction of both katara and aang’s representative cultures, but of course this is not limited to color only.

4. cloud carvings

now, this is a slight detour since clouds aren’t a significant part of either of their individual cultures (that we know) but i love the kataang monopoly they have on clouds as a couple so i’m talking about it. if you look at these images very closely what do you see? CLOUD CARVINGS!! specifically near the ceiling of the pavilion (left) and the arches and walls of the temple (right) just imagining aang painting and etching these very consistent swirls, like he’ll never be the selfish inconsiderate unromantic loser you people want him to be, but let’s get more into the southern water tribe style interior.

5. interior design

so here is a southern water tribe white lotus outpost vs the air temple island main dining room. first thing, the seat cushions and rug! while we don’t see air nomad eating quarters we do get to see enough SWT customs both in atla and lok, to know this is how they traditionally eat compared to the north (limiting myself on pics cuz mobile).

another thing is the dining table itself. both have what i believe to be built in fire pits (i couldn’t actually tell for the air temple island one cuz of the quality but if you zoom in you can see the lines go in the table plus the hanging kettle on it makes it obvious to me idk). the southern water tribe one however is clear and likely a more traditional version of what aang and katara have.

thirdly, the exposed timber on the ceiling. i actually looked it up and found this is a common element of these two inuit structures: left is an aasiaat peat house and right is an igloolik turf house. all this for me to believe not only did aang build air temple island to be a haven for the TWO of them but also that katara herself had a lot of input on the interior than people care to notice lol.

maybe instead of projecting these loser fantasies of katara being some unwilling air nomad baby making machine so you can feel better about your fantasies of katara living in a red palace with people that tried to wipe her out for a whole century, you all can go study the actual canon you were shown and the real life cultures the franchise takes from.

6. lastly, some of my own headcanons/stuff i want to see in the movie

the bathroom because I LIVE for a white marble tiled bathroom. i just know katara has to have a HUGE tub and they have one of those insane glass showers that can fit like 3 people, with cloud swirls everywhere because aang clearly got it like that

the KITCHEN, i imagine it being timber like the dining room and is probably on the other side behind the built-in shelf (get into the details like hello). in a perfect world, it would be open plan but hey

the bedroom, now we saw it in lok a bit but i wanna see it in the gaang movie too. i’m on pic limit but there’s a lot of artwork and flowers throughout the whole house which i give katara credit for because I can. like the desk, the bookshelf, that fancy looking vase thing? these two clearly have taste like don’t talk to me rn

I also didn’t show the rooms and aang’s study but there’s a lot of blue decor in those places which makes me think katara decorated the whole house, even the acolytes’ hall has blue sitting cushions and columns which i think is such a nice detail.

if you guys have any air temple island headcanons of your own please reply with some i’m feening lol

big shoutout to this user:

atla-annotated (their page is so great and filled with a lot of incredible information if you guys like this sort of stuff)

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amethyst-silk · 1 year

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This is so dirty but i literally am going crazy thinking ab it. Pleasee can you write one where fem reader is at Peters house and things are getting spicy but she gets a call from her dad so she answers (but in this scenario Peters a bad boy and her dad doesnt like her hanging out him) and Peter can hear her dad warning her ab him so he like eats her out or something spicy while she’s on the phone so she cant make any noises or anything. Ahhhh im so sorry this is filthy 😳🫣🥴

i’ve been gone for so long i feel so bad :( will i get back into this blog more frequently? who knows, but here are some crumbs

- peter kinda loves the fact that your dad can’t stand him

- he thinks he’s winning, in a sense

- and every chance he gets he’s reminding your dad that you chose him

- it’s never anything super in his face, but the subtle things

- an arm around you when he’s over for a holiday, his hand on your thigh when you’re out for dinner, the jewellery from him you wear

- he sees it like he’s scoring in a sports match

- while he’ll do most anything to piss off your dad, he had one rule

- he would never talk to your father about the intimate moments shared between you

- he felt like without this then it was like you were just a prize to be won, which was not the case

- peter parker was in love with you. simply obsessed. infatuated. you were his world

- it was no suprise to you that peter was a very generous lover

- he always made sure that you were satisfied before he even thought about himself

- this made teasing you a whole lot more fun for him

- he loved to take his time with you, hearing you beg and whimper for him

- while he was skilled with his fingers, he was merciless with his tongue

- he'd have you shaking within a few seconds, and he'd keep coming back for more

- peter was normally quite devious in bed, but when you had gotten a phone call from your dad during the middle of an intimate moment, peter was practically the devil

- your underwear was off by this point, as well as his shirt

- you told peter that you needed to take the call because your father told you there was something important you needed to discuss

- peter told you that it could wait, but you insisted you take the call

- peter left the room with no fuss, you assumed to give you some quiet

- not 45 seconds later, he returned with something in his hands

- ropes

- peter parker had brought two ropes into your bedroom while you were on a call with your dad

- you figured that he was doing it to tease you and give you shit for interrupting the two of you

- you were wrong

- as soon as he reached the bed, he began to work on tying each of your ankles to the bottom of your bedpost, spread your legs

- heat immediately rushed to your abdomen at the action, and you started to stammer your words on the phone

- peter smirked to himself and took off his pants, now fully naked

- he walked around to your nightstand at the side of your bed, overhearing your dad talking about something trivial

- he reached in your drawer and pulled out a small plastic bottle

- of lube

- peter parker just grabbed lube out of your bedside drawer while you were on the phone with your father and your underwear was nowhere in sight

- it became harder and harder to keep up the conversation while you became aroused at peters every move

- peter took the small bottle and poured a good amount on his chest

- this confused you, resulting in you spacing out from your call completely, only to have your dad bring you back a couple of seconds later

- why did he just put lube on his chest

- it was only after that you would understand why

- peter set the lube on your night stand and watched it slowly run down to his stomach, then pelvis

- he started to rub the lube down, starting up at his chest, following the trail of lube sensually down his body until he had enough on his cock to start pumping it with his fist

- the action had you speechless, your mouth was agape

- that was single-handedly the sexiest thing that you had ever witness and you couldn’t even react to it properly because you were still on the phone with your father

- you could no longer comprehend any thought that came to mind that pertained to your phone call

- all you could think about was peter stroking himself i front of you

- you began to tune everything out, starting with your dad on the other line

- you contributed to watch peter, mesmerized and he continued his relentless work on his cock

- you could tel that he was getting close, so you started to try and wrap the call up with your dad

- if anyone was gonna make peter come, it was gonna be you

- as you began with your “well it was nice talking to you” and “we should grab lunch sometime,” peter caught you off guard

- you didn’t know how he could get even sexier, but he managed to do so

- peter groaned loud enough for just you to hear as he came all over your chest, milking everything he had onto your skin

- once everything was out, he rubbed the tip in his cum, spreading it around

- a very audible moan escaped from your mouth

- your cheeks reddened instantly as you rushed to hang up on your dad

- “alright good talk thank you dad i’ll see you sometime love you bye”

- as soon as you hung up the phone, peters hand was immediately around your neck

- there was no pressure, but he liked the authority he had as his hand acted as a necklace

- “i didn’t say to hang up”

- you were shocked. what the fuck

- “but i. you just came all over me, you expect me to not hang up?”

- he removed his hand from your neck and stopped rubbing himself on your chest

- “call him back”

- “what?!”

- “i said, call him back. or else i’ll stop”

- you didn’t really know what he was doing, but you knew you didn’t want him to stop so you listens to peter and called your dad back

- he seemed confused that you would be willing to talk again after hanging up so abruptly, but he continued the conversation like there wasn’t a single beat that skipped

- what felt like forever passed while your dad talked your ear off

- you were practically shivering with anticipation the whole time, waiting for peter to do something

- eventually, you had become more focused on your conversation than with peter, trying to ignore the dull ache in your core

- suddenly you felt a finger gently graze your unclothed slit

- it took everything in you not to let out a moan, even at the light touch

- peter had a dark grin on his face, he extracted the exact reaction he wanted out of you

- and that’s what he did for the next 30 minutes you were on call with your father

- the teasing was relentless, almost unbearable

- peter had you dripping on the bedsheets

- your legs were sore from trying to fight against the restraints and you struggled to keep them from shaking

- after that, to your relief, peter finally told you to end the call with your dad

- just as you started to say goodbye, peters tongue gently entered you, and you tried your best to hold back another moan

- he continued licking, toying with your clit every once in a while, and you found it almost impossible to form a coherent thought

- the most you could make out was a “bye” before you pressed the button to end the call with your dad

- “if you thought that call was long, just wait for what i’m about to do to you now”

- you were in for a long night

#andrew garfield #spiderman #asks #peter parker #asks open #spider man smut #peter parker smut #andrew garfield smut #tom holland #tom holland smut

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All your posts are making me like 🫠 I think I reblogged all three keke

I need to shout about this... In the Miracle tiktok where Taehyun is dancing while SoobKai film with ILLIT... I don't know if he's eating or chewing gum but it looks like he's chewing gum and why is it so attractive to me. Now I've combined this with basketball Taehyun, thinking how hot it would be to watch him doing a solo practice, shooting and doing dribbling drills while casually making conversation with you, chewing gum the whole time. Am I crazy? Maybe, because before now, I'd probably say gum is gross.

WAIT but now I'm imagining this scenario is the first time you hang out after he sees you fraternising with the enemy (Yeonjun) and he's trying to act like it doesn't bother him that you gave him your number, only that you were clapping for the wrong team OKAY stop me and my imagination 😅 I love Taehyun

and I love you, so glad to see you're still around 💕

CEE I love you too! and I'm happy to see you around also <3 you have no idea how much I've been giggling to myself from your tags hehe :> thank you for the rbs and reading your reactions were fun too 🤭 and you saying that I make sport-centric fics fun for you to read is truly a huge compliment to me omg, I always get nervous because I'm not 100% sure about what I'm writing most of the time, so thank you ilysm 🫶🏼

ALSO reading this made my jaw drop because you're literally onto something with that omg. I noticed that too during soogyu's tiktok with ILLIT— it's the way taehyun does it so nonchalantly with the subtle chewing and it is kinda hot. I used to find people who do that quite obnoxious lmao, but like I can't stand if they're really smacking their gum, ygm? ANYWAY—

jealous bsf!taehyun x gn!reader, dialogue heavy

okay so, the first time you and taehyun hang out after the game is a couple of days later. he'd agreed to hang out with you at the park since you both had checked the weather in advance; it was sunnier than usual. you both decided to meet each other at your regular spot and you're not surprised to find taehyun already there, sitting on the grass and on his phone. usually he'd notice you when you walk up behind him, but it was almost like he'd purposely ignored you and waiting until you had to announce that you were there.

"tyun?" you sit beside him slowly leaning in to give him a usual hug when you greet each other but he gave you a lazy side hug. damn. "been waiting long?"

"no."

that's all you get? he pockets his phone, palms against the grass as he leans back chewing his gum nonchalantly and looking at the busy field in front of you. there seems to be a group of high schoolers training for soccer.

"um, are we good?" you ask quietly, heart pounding in your chest and a little afraid for the first time in forever.

he hums, eyes focused on the ball being passed from player to player.

"yeah, why wouldn't we?" his voice monotone but knowing taehyun, that was normal. "how's yeonjun. are you guys like text buddies now or something?"

now that wasn't what you were expecting. well shit. taehyun's mad and you don't know if that's all he has to say about it.

"no, tyun. he didn't even call me so I don't even have his number. I'm assuming he's busy is all. I wasn't really expecting much." you nudge his shoulder playfully, craning your neck in attempt to be in his visual field, but to no avail, his vision doesn't budge. you sit back in your original position, also watching the ball from afar. "does it bother you?"

you best friend scoffs, apparently he finds something humorous that you possibly missed.

"it doesn't. why'd you even talk to that guy anyway, you know he just does that to boost his ego because he lost the game." taehyun finally turns his head to look at you and you look at him within a fraction of a second, eyes holding eye contact for the first time that day.

"I'm sure he had good intentions-"

"good intentions." taehyun scoffs again, almost chuckles after he repeats it again. "that guy never has good intentions, ___. and I thought you were there to support me, then I catch you clapping for his three pointer."

your stomach churns a little from the guilt. you didn't know he saw that. and what do you even say? you thought it was impressive? you had a feeling yeonjun shot that shot for you?

"don't even try and think of some lame ass excuse because you know damn well I can tell when you're not telling me the truth." his voice assertive but his gaze on you softens, wanting you to be comfortable with him like you usually are.

you let out a deep sigh.

"he looked at me before that moment and I assumed he did that to impress me..." your voice trails off, trying to look at taehyun through your peripheral, not wanting to look at him directly. "I don't know tyun, he seemed pretty genuine and he's kinda cute too."

after explaining as honestly as you could, the air was filled with a short silence between the both of you and distant shouting and birds flying by.

"I can be kinda cute too." taehyun grumbles under his breath and you swear it wasn't some sort of auditory hallucination. that is what you heard, right?

"hm?" you turn to him, tilting your head to the side waiting for him to hopefully repeat himself.

"why'd you want him when I've been here all this time." his rhetorical reply left you blinking a couple of times, processing what exactly he's inferring. "in short, you have me. and I have you."

your chest starts heaving slowly. taehyun, your best friend, really said that. his fingers gently caresses yours, also supporting your weight on the grass while you both lean back.

the train of thought in your discombobulated mind is disrupted by him calling your name, now in a softer tone.

"so, what do you say? I'm willing to risk this friendship and try something more with you, ___. if you let me."

his says his confession, almost as if he's been yearning for you to be his for a while, but is it wrong that you still can't stop thinking about yeonjun?

"taehyun," you sit upright, holding his hand in yours. "I'm going to be honest with you, but promise me don't get mad."

the hope in taehyuns eyes disappears, feeling his heart sink to his stomach ready for your rejection. he nods.

"I love you, and always have, but that's because you're my best friend. and at the moment, yeonjun left quite the impression on me so he's still on my mind, but there's nothing much that helps him in his favour."

"so what you're saying is?" your fingers interlock with his, your thumb rubbing the back of his.

"is that I'm willing to try this with you, because, unlike you," you tease, "I like to give people chances."

you prod at his side as he exhales and rolls his eyes playfully.

"I couldn't risk you being whisked away before I even made a move on you." taehyun defends himself the best he could.

"no but really, from time to time I have felt like I've loved you more than a friend. so that's why I want to try, but can we take it slow?"

"yeah, of course. I'll just have to push yeonjun out your thoughts first." his comment makes you laugh.

taehyun's singular dimpled smile returns and it's contagious, he has you smiling back at him too. you didn't realise when you two ended up sitting closer to each other to close the gap, but you took the opportunity to lean your head on his shoulder.

"and you are kinda cute."

#cee ᡣ𐭩 #mapofthemazeinthemirror ᡣ𐭩 #[ 🪴 ] — asks.#[ 🧸 ] — mutuals.#I got carried away lmao #again probably took a different turn #but :>#I love taehyun too hehe #taehyun soft thoughts #taehyun soft hours #taehyun fluff #taehyun angst

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hello !! i hope you are having a good day and for today, can you please do a scenario where sae, nagi, and otoya have fan girls who are asking for their autographs and their s/o gets jealous ?? thanks. <33

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : 𝘚𝘢𝘦 𝘐𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘪, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘕𝘢𝘨𝘪 𝘚𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘹 𝘎𝘕!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳: 𝘑𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴

Volume: ■■■■■□□□

↻𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘥 𝘖𝘵𝘰𝘺𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵!

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1.1𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘚𝘢𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 1𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘕𝘢𝘨𝘪

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

Saying you were pissed was an understatement. Sae, who had taken you all the way back to Spain with him, instead of being cold and blunt like he normally was, was now striking (Hehe see what I did there :D) up a convo with these two girls in front of one of the bleacher sections, section 34 to be exact (okay before anybody says anything I know nothing about soccer/football stadiums 😭). You were a little farther back just starting to come up on on him after you had started searching for him after he told you to meet him by the locker rooms and he never came out before Shidou told you that he had actually never made it with the rest of the team, saying something about getting something important? Now all you were thinking was “is this the important thing..?” Now starting to second guess yourself on everything, you looked back up at the two girls looking at them a little more in detail then before, both very pretty, one with shorter brown hair, and the other with long black hair, both wearing some sort of jersey that you really couldn’t say on it. You had stood there for a good couple minutes after that thinking about all the worst possible situations, maybe he was talking to those two for a better reason the just “something important” maybe he had finally thought that you were too “lukewarm” for his taste and he decided to move on, but even within all these thoughts you could never find one that said, it’s just him talking to some fans. You stood there for a while before leaving in pain and in shock, why would he bring you all the way out to Spain if he was just gonna hang out with other girls the whole time? Was this his whole break up plan, instead of actually telling you he just wants you to walk in on it and then say nothing..? You had strolled a little bit throughout the stadium trying to get your mind off of what you saw before finding a seat near the top of one of the sections and sitting down in it, when you had finally managed to calm down you looked at your phone only to be left with around 13 messages from Sae asking where you were and what had happened. You didn’t reply to any of them, just opening them, letting the “read” message pop up on them, and then closing the messages app and then turning off your phone again, putting it in your lap facing down, before throwing your head over the back of the seat and closing your eyes for a no brief minute. Though it was short lived as you had heard a cough from not too far to your left so you opened your eyes and turned now, with your head still over the seat, facing the reddish-brown haired midfielder. You quickly pick your head up, trying not to give yourself whiplash or accidentally get light headed from it, but it’s still a shock to see him here, well I guess where you’re at, at least.

Sae: ..I’ve been looking for you.

Sae normally is pretty sharp with his words, but when it comes to you he knows that he should try to be a little softer but when you just scare the crap out of him, I mean not like he would actually tell you that, he starts to be a little less soft with you until he can fully be sure that you’re okay, and that you’re not by yourself for a separate reason other then just maybe needing some space. You just slightly nodded after picking your head up back to the upright position, now staring down at the field that stretched as far as you could see in front of you. Sae then put his foot onto the seat next to you pushing it down and then slightly jumping over the top of the chair, now taking a seat next to you looking out to the same spot you were.

Sae: so.. Why weren’t you at the locker rooms..? He asks, finally breaking the silence, but still in a more hushed voice than when he normally speaks.

You slightly look over at him before trying to figure out what to say, do you just outright tell him about what you saw, or do you lie and just beat around the bush with it?

Sae had noticed your hesitation to the question and started to turn his gaze away from the field and fully onto you, just then his phone rang, well I guess chimed, a text appeared on the lock screen of his phone. You couldn’t make out what it said or who it was from since Sae normally had his phone brightness so far down you were surprised that he didn’t need a microscope just to find an app. He kinda nodded at it before standing up, gesturing you to stand up as well, so you did. Sae took one of your hands and started leading you down to the field, he stopped right at where the bleachers had met the field and there was a barrier in the way. That’s when he had turned towards you and now put his other hand in yours.

Sae: You know there is a reason I was even on that field today.

He looked towards the field once again saying this

Sae: and you may not believe it, but it’s because you. I don’t think I could ever go out there and play as well as I do without you.

He turns back to you.

Sae: So I hope you finally understand that I didn’t bring you here to break up with you, and those two girls you were getting jealous over, they were Rin’s fans.

He says slightly laughing, not much but a little chuckle, and that’s how you knew he was serious. He then shrugged.

Sae: Wanted to know if he was here

But when you ask him about the text, he simply just laughs, again not a huge laugh, but still a chuckle, enough for you to get the point.

Sae: Shidou. He had apparently seen you and had asked me about it, and that’s how I knew about you being all jealous.

Damn, f you Shidou, why did manz have to spill the tea to him, you were about to go find him and give him a peace of your mind but before you could leave, he tightened the grasp he still had on your hands and pulled you back into him, giving you a quick kiss.

Sae: I could never think of you as “lukewarm” and anyway Shidou already left so you can’t go tell him off anyway.

Most people called him the “Lazy Genius” others just called him “Nagi” but there was only one person who was allowed to call him “Sei” and for a long while (well since you two started dating) you thought that you were that one, well the girl who was standing in front of him today proved all of that wrong. She was sitting close to where you were by the field so that Nagi could come over whenever he thought something was “too much of a hassle” and he needed a recharge. His coach thought that it was a good idea and always had you sitting close to the field, Nagi also liked it, it was a constant reminder for him that you were always there, even if his half lidded eyes didn’t show it, he was excited that you came. This time was a little different than normal, he seemed a little out of it on the field and so his coach called him to the bench (I think you can do that? Idrk, please correct me if I’m wrong!) and so normally he would talk to his coach and then walk over to you but as he had almost made it to you a girl around 2 people to your left, the way that Nagi normally came towards you from had called out his “nickname” and had almost grabbed onto his jersey trying to get him to notice her. He did stand there for a minute dumbfounded, he didn’t even think anybody else knew about the nickname that you had given to him much less that anybody would be actually bold enough to use it. When the words had first left the girls mouth and made their way to your ears you couldn’t help but almost let your anger get the best of you, that was your nickname for him, reserved for only his Partner to use, not some random fan. You could tell she was a fan because she had a copy of his uniform, and was holding a sign. Nagi awkwardly stopped in front of her, trying to tell her that he was still in the game, and that he couldn’t just use that nickname on him it was a more close relationship kinda thing, but she wasn’t listening at all only trying to get even closer to him while he was still trying to be nice to his fan but also needed to get to you. The sight of Nagi and the fan did make you extremely jealous though, as you really couldn’t hear what they were saying over the screams of the other fans and the announcers. Though what made it even worse was the fact that Nagi had the same expression on his face as ever making it really hard to tell that he was telling her no. It stayed like this for about another 3 minutes before his coach had called him back over, he quickly ran back over and got put back on the field. Luckily, even with him still being out of it, he somehow managed to pull it together at the very end and they ended up winning. After the match was finished you had headed to your normal meeting spot, as per usual. This was the weirdest part he wasn’t there, he would normally rush everything else and come out with Reo by his side to you in record time, but yet there was no record time so you just assumed that the coach needed to talk to him and so you leaned against a nearby wall pulling out your phone to scroll a little before he came out to meet you. A couple minutes go by and Reo comes out to meet you, yet still no Nagi. Reo was almost as confused as you were until you saw a lightbulb come up over his head when you asked if maybe he had to have another talk with the coach about something.

Reo: No.. I don’t think it was the coach, uhh I think it was a girl that stopped him on the way over here? I can’t say for certain as I was in front of him but I think that’s what it was.. Sorry I can’t be more help!

You stood there for a minute and then remembered the girl that was all over Nagi on the field, that’s who it must’ve been. You were already pissed off about it and decided that she must’ve been super important so you didn’t even bother and just started walking towards the parking lot, you had even almost made it to your car before he quickly caught up to you out of breath, grabbing the car door before you fully got it.

Nagi: Please. Don’t leave yet.

You roll your eyes and continue trying to shut the door, but his grip is stronger than you think.

Nagi: It’s not what you think, she was a fan, and a hardcore one at that. She insisted on knowing me better than she actually did. Promise, that’s all it was.

You look at him with uncertainty and ask why you should even believe him.

Nagi sighs before looking at you even closer

Nagi: ..wait.. Are you.. Jealous?

You roll your eyes so hard you're scared they might even get stuck in the back of your head, you explain to him that of course you were, how would he feel if somebody called you a special nickname and then tried to touch him, and take his limited time. He thought for a second and agreed with you. He finally let go of the door and instead of you closing it like he thought you would do you instead got out of the car and hugged him, explaining that next time he should try to shut them down a little sooner, he slightly chuckled before agreeing.

ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦, 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵! 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢 100% 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵! 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨!

#aurelie's writings<3 #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #itoshi sae #nagi seishiro #sae x reader #nagi x reader #seishiro nagi x reader #itoshi sae x reader

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kairiscorner · 9 months

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Hello! Can I ask for a scenario where Spider-Noir meets the reader who is a Barbie? I LOVED THE NEW BARBIE MOVIE and wanted to know how Spider-Noir would get along with a Barbie reader. I think they would make a nice couple, they are the total Barbenheimer.

You can have them meet in the events of the first movie by making reader Barbie as spider-woman or by having them meet in the spider-noir dimension. As you like, but I would like to emphasize the great color contrast between the dark palette of Noir with the colorful pinks of the Barbie reader.

Crystal ✨💞

HI AGAIN !!! OMG YES PLEASEEEE my barbie brainrot refuses to go and so does my atsv brain rot so...... i hope you like this :DDD

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

pretty in pink, great in gray

"oh, and before anything else, there's someone who's running fashionably late. sorry fellas, she had to fix up her makeup and hair, it's a very important priority of hers, as you can see." noir told the others as they looked at him in confusion. soon, their spider senses all turned on as they sensed yet another one of their kind in the room. "oh, well hello, cuties!" exclaimed a cheery voice from above as they heard the faint clacking of stilettos on the ceiling, pretty pink and glittery ones, in fact. they looked up and saw, hanging from the ceiling, a spider woman dressed in hot and light pink. she waved to them, with the others awkwardly waving back at her confused.

the spider woman from above shot out a pretty pink web from her pink webshooter and swung down after doing a somersault in the air and landing on her feet, with one in front of the other as they pointed outwardly in the opposite directions, a bright smile on her face still as she looked at everyone; all of which were thoroughly impressed by her acrobatic capabilities. "can you please adopt me?" gwen whispered underneath her breath as she looked at the woman in front of them intently. the spider woman giggled and walked forward to extend her hand to them all.

"spider barbie, at your service! it's so lovely to meet you all, and you, dear... of course, i will adopt you! would you like to live in my dream house or would you like me to arrange for the construction women back in barbieland to design a house of your choosing?" she asked gwen as gwen held on to miles from both sheer excitement and thoroughly getting weirded out. "did she just say she was barbie, or..." "pretty sure she said she was barbie." miles replied in a manner that showed he was just as stunned as gwen was.

noir moved to the front of their little group and shook barbie's hand first. "nice to meet you, barbie. i'm parker, peter benjamin parker, not to be confused with this guy." noir said as he pointed his thumb at peter b, who folded his arms and shrugged. barbie smiled widely at the monochromatic man as she held his hand tightly and shook it back. "and nice to meet you, peter!" she responded as she noted how dark peter's whole get up was. "i must say, i love the shades you've got going on here. i was considering making a darker outfit for myself, but pink feels more natural for me. i love how you look by the way, it's so... mysterious." she said as peter chuckled and scratched a little at the side of his head. dare he say miss barbara here was flustering him a little with her charisma and cheeriness.

"why, thank you, barbie. i love the abundance of... pink in your costume. very striking, and very powerful, i must say." he said with a slight smile underneath his mask as barbie's smile widened. she thanked peter, and the two went on and on about each other's costumes and quirks that came with them. they were hitting it off so fast, surprisingly. the group was actually questioning if what they were seeing was reality; because even though all of them are quite weird already as mutant spider people (and animal) a real, live, talking and walking barbie was also a mutant spider woman and was getting along well with the dark, brooding, and mysterious version of peter parker?

"so... care to maybe visit my dream house sometime, peter?" barbie offered noir, to which he felt a little flushed in the face at the prospect of visiting the beautiful woman's plastic home. "i... i'd be delighted to, my dear." he responded, to which barbie clasped her hands together in delight. soon, she wrapped her arms around noir, who tensed up a little at the abruptness of the situation, but loved every second of it. "this has got to be the craziest sight i've ever seen in my life." peter b said in tired disbelief as gwen and miles held themselves back from begging barbie to show them more of her pastel pink moves, and with peni and ham teasing them from behind about this new little couple they have in the group. well, not quite couple yet; barbie can be barbie without her ken, or peter--but she can be her own spider barbie with a spider man. it's not spider barbie with her spider man, it's spider barbie and spider man.

a/n: I NEED THE BARBIE MOVIE TO BE STREAMING NOWWWWWWWWWWWWW

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @sabcandoit @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck @k4tsu3 @maxoloqy @fictarian

#spider noir #spider noir x reader #barbenheimer #spider noir x y/n #barbie #spider noir fluff #spider noir x you #atsv #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #atsv fluff #atsv fanfiction #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #the barbie movie

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steviesbicrisis · 1 year

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Sometimes, Robin disappears.

Steve doesn’t know where she goes nor can tell how long she’s gonna be gone, usually she’s away just for a couple of hours and comes back acting like everything is fine.

It doesn’t scare Steve any less.

He knows she doesn’t do it to mess with him, and despite being attached to the hip since Starcourt there’s still a lot they don’t know about with each other.

When she’s gone, Steve’s mind those a whole 360 on every possible scenario: when his mind is good to him, she’s hanging out with imaginary way-cooler-than-Steve friends, who don’t know of his existence because Robin is embarrassed by him, which leaves him with a sting of jealousy until he hears back from her; when it’s a little less kind, he imagines her being attacked by Russians, or abducted by an Upside down creature, or both. She usually comes back before he leaves everything to jump in his car and frantically look for her.

The thing is, Robin acts like everything is fine and Steve doesn’t know how to approach it. She’s fine before, she’s fine after, and he doesn’t know where he stands. He doesn’t know if this attachment for Robin is okay or if it’s going to scare her away, so he lets her set the rules and he follows the best he can, trying not to die of worry in the meantime.

One day, Robin doesn’t go to school.

He comes to pick her up at the usual time but she isn’t on her porch steps, ready to scold him for being late. He rings the doorbell but no one answers, her parents are often out early in the morning and she doesn’t have any siblings, so he guesses she might have gone to school without him.

He drives to school and stands near the entrance, trying to spot her while planning how to make her feel guilty for not giving him any heads-up on the change of plans.

She’s nowhere to be found.

He drives to the streets nearby, then to the library and the park, no trace of her anywhere.

He goes to work telling himself she’s probably fine, she must’ve overslept or she was already in class or she had early band practice. It doesn’t calm his mind even a little bit. Because it's not like Robin to skip school, she has never done this before, or at least since Steve has known her. Before his mind spirals again thinking that he doesn’t even know his best friend, he decides to focus on work and look for her after, hoping she will call in the meantime to let him know she wasn’t eaten alive by a Demogorgon.

At 5:01 PM he’s out of the store and ready to search every corner of the town until he finds Robin.

He’s driving on the road coasting Lovers Lake when he notices Robin’s bike. Steve’s heart beats fast as he abruptly gets out of the road and parks next to it.

The bike is parked in perfect conditions so Steve feels safe enough to exclude a Will Byers situation and ventures into the coastline to look for her.

He notices her before she can: Robin is sitting cross-legged on an old bench, heavy book in her hands, looking very relaxed and completely out of danger.

Steve’s worry quickly turns into anger.

“Are you insane?” He asks when he’s close enough to be heard.

Robin winces, she was too immersed in her book to notice anyone coming near. She looks surprised to see him there “What are you doing here, dingus?”

“What am I doing here? What are you doing here!” Steve retorts, hands on his hips.

Robin recognizes the scolding-children pose and doesn’t like it “I am clearly reading and enjoying the nice weather, or at least I was until you came to bother me!”

“Oh, now I am bothering you? So sorry to interrupt your getaway because I thought you were dead!”

Robin slams her book closed “Are you serious? I was just taking a break, I needed alone time!”

“Take all the breaks you want but at least give me a fucking heads up so I know I don’t have to look for you around town like a maniac” he gestures at the area where he parked her car, his voice getting louder.

“I really don’t understand where this is coming from, I’ve been coming here to read for years, and no one as ever-“

“Well, maybe that’s because you didn’t have a best friend who worried about you!”

Steve regrets it as soon as he says it. Robin looks stunned, she opens and closes her mouth several times, then looks away.

After a minute of heavy silence between them, Steve approaches the bench and sits next to her, looking at the lake.

“I’m sorry,” they say at the same time.

“I shouldn’t have said that” Steve continues “I was worried but that is my problem and you don’t have to tell me anything.”

“No, you’re right” she shakes her head “I’m not used to having people worried about me. My parents are great but they don’t really question where I go every day and…” she glances at Steve quickly, then looks down at her book again “I’m not used to friends caring like that either.”

Never in a million years Steve would’ve guessed that one day he would’ve related so much to Robin Buckley.

“Why do you leave?” He dares to ask.

“I just need it sometimes. Everything gets too loud, there’s too much going on and I feel… overwhelmed” she explains.

Steve doesn't understand that, he has felt overwhelmed before but he would never leave or ask for space from people close to him. Sometimes, he misses Tommy and Carol just because they barely gave him any space. But it seems something important to Robin, so he nods.

"so, school was too much today?"

"no, I mean yes, but no" she groans, frustrated "It's just that- school is fine and I have my quiet places but... I had a nightmare. This wasn’t the first time since Starcourt but it was the most terrifying I had."

Steve doesn't say anything, and Robin grows more embarrassed by the minute. She's ready to tell him to forget about it when she feels Steve's hand taking hers and intertwining their fingers.

She remembers back on the Starcourt's roof, when she got scared shitless and her hand immediately found Steve's. She was still scared but comforted by the idea that Steve was with her.

Steve is looking the opposite way from where she's sitting on his left, so she can't see his face when he speaks "I have them too. Just tell me next time instead of giving me more nightmares material."

"Uh sure" she manages to say. She's not used to getting this sappy with Steve, or anyone else for that matter.

She squeezes his hand "so, is part of the Harrington charm to get all smushy?"

Steve squeezes back "fuck off! My art of charming is so much more than that!"

"Oh really, please do tell, I am so ready to take notes on how to woo all the ladies!"

"First of all: Hair."

Steve goes into a detailed list of things Robin should mind more ("I could do your hair" "never in a million years, dingus") and Robin groans and rolls her eyes at most of his points ("I so dress better than you" "you wear suspenders, Buckley. Unironically").

They keep holding hands the whole time.

#I said that Robin's podcast had me feeling some type of way #little extra she was reading Dante's Paradise #because she read Dante's Inferno in 1983 #but it might give her more nightmares so she gave Paradise a try #but it sucks because it's all positive and shit #eventually she will read Steve the funniest parts of inferno and he will be like you're so weird #stobin #platonic stobin #after s3 before s4 #they're bestie but they are figuring it out #steve harrington #stranger things #robin and steve

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strangermarvelss · 2 years

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the pain of letting you go- e.m (pt 2)

Pairing: Ex!Eddie Munson x Ex!AFAB!Reader

Summary: you've separated from your husband, eddie, but aren't looking to rebound anytime soon. but he is

Warnings: angst, crying, mentions of not being worthy/capable of real love, robin being a great friend, tantrums, not a happy part

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: part two of the series is here! thank you to everyone who read and gave suggestions after part 1 was posted. reminder: if the topic is sensitive for you, please do not read. enjoy! :) -sava

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“I just don’t understand why he’s acting the way he is Robin,” you let out, setting your glass on the bar counter and turning to her. Your best friend, Robin, turns to you as well, sipping her drink and nodding as the people around you laugh and scream with glee, which was normal for the local Hawkins bar.

“Yeah, it doesn’t make sense to me either. It’s not like the two of you had an unhappy marriage or anything either. You and Eddie were the definition of the perfect couple, it just seems like it was all so sudden!” She exclaims, placing her fourth drink down as well and looking to you, her eyes heavy and strands of hair pointing in different directions.

“I don’t think I’d go that far,” you tell her with a slight chuckle.

“Well regardless, he’s an asshole. I know he’s the father of my godson, but his behavior has made me look at him in a whole new way. Steve too, actually. Right Steve?” Robin asks, clasping her hand against your designated driver’s shoulder. Steve lets out a sigh and shakes his head.

“Actually yeah. Used to love hanging with you and Munson but now it’s just weird when I see him since we’ve always been close,” he says, his finger pointing between you two.

Your friendship with Robin and Steve dates back to high school, becoming friends with the lovable duo before their friendship even started. Them working together at the now retired Scoops Ahoy in the summer of ’85 helped them bond quickly, but you all became a trio shortly after the mall burned down and the three of you started working at Family Video, that was until you quit three years ago to go work for the Hawkins Post to provide better for your family and be able to really pursue your dreams of journalism.

“I don’t want you choosing sides, Steve, you know that. Other than the guys in the band, you’re one of his only other friends around his age, and he quite enjoys your company,” you tell him.

“Yeah well, you know I always pick sides in any situation I’m in. I’m loyal like that,” he announces, making you and Robin laugh. It’s not that he was lying to you, but you knew he could be a little too loyal sometimes, which could cost him a pretty shiner in most cases. You’re amazed he hasn’t developed some kind of scar near his eye with the amount of times he’s been punched in the face defending his friendships.

“We know you’re loyal, dingus. No need to remind us,” Robin shouts with a hiccup, standing from her stool and going over to wrap her arm around Steve. “But we still love you for it.”

You laugh as you watch Steve squirm away from her grasp, clearly annoyed that she’s already drunk. Robin starts to move about the bar, dancing to the low tune that fills the space while mumbling incoherent words. The two of you share a look and nod, standing from your own places and guiding Robin out of the bar. You definitely thought you’d be where she was in this scenario, making a drunken fool of yourself in front of the town you grew up in given your new situation. But saving those for private moments seemed like the best idea.

Exiting the bar, you open the door to the backseat and help Steve get Robin inside carefully, buckling her up and walking around the car to hop in the backseat with her in case she needs to puke. Steve’s figure jumps into the car and starts the engine, checking on the two of you before shifting gears and pulling out of the bar’s parking lot.

The drive back felt shorter than usual as Steve turns onto your street first, pulling into your driveway and halting the car to a stop before you hop out. You stand by the driver’s seat when he rolls the window down, his arm leaning out the window with half his upper body and shooting you a smile.

“You sure you’re gonna be okay tonight?” Steve asks, quirking a brow. You give him a nod and cross your arms, the sudden chill of the fall Indiana weather catching up to you.

“Yeah I’ll be okay Steve. I appreciate your concern, it really means a lot to me.”

“I mean, what Robin was saying tonight was true, you know. You and Munson were always perfect in our eyes, so it’s weird to hear that you guys have been separated for a few months now. I really thought you two would make it til the end,” Steve expresses. You let out a sigh a look to the ground for a moment before returning his gaze, the familiar tightness returning to your chest.

“Yeah…I did too,” you let out, your voice low with sadness mixed within it. Steve offers you a sympathetic smile and places a hand on yours. “But, I can’t force him to love me if he doesn’t anymore. I feel like being in a loveless marriage for the sake of our child would drive us both to places we don’t want to see the light of day.”

“That’s a fair point. Christopher does come first, and if you think it’s best for him and yourself, I’ll support you and help you get through it any way you need,” he tells you. You offer him a genuine smile, something you haven’t felt like doing since before the separation. The sound of groaning pulls you from your conversation, Robin’s slumped figure clawing at her seatbelt.

“I should probably let you get her home then, before she finds a way to break out of the seatbelt and starts making your night even worse,” you tease, shifting your weight between your feet. Before you’re able to bid Steve a proper farewell, the sight of Eddie’s van comes into your view and blocks Steve in your driveway, making him let out a frustrated groan. Eddie emerges from the vehicle, your son following him shortly after with all of his belongings with him, making your eyes go wide.

“Eddie why the hell are you driving Christopher around in your van?! We talked about how it’s not safe for him at his age, he’s too small!” You let out, rushing to your son and crouching in front of him. You hear the door to Steve’s car slam shut, looking back to see him coming up to you guys with his arms out in frustration.

“Y/N I don’t have time for the lecture, I barely had time to bring him over here. Wayne’s at work and we got a call about doing a last minute gig in Indianapolis for tonight and tomorrow, can you please take him for the weekend? This gig would be really good for us and I will make it up to you somehow, please,” Eddie pleads, his eyes big as he talks with you.

Your face is still mixed with concern and frustration, turning to your son and seeing his innocent face. You look back at Eddie and nod, watching his face scrunch in happiness at the victory and crouching down in front of your son as you rise back to your feet. You turn to Steve and let out a sigh before going to stand closer to him, your arms crossing once more and rubbing your hands against your bare arms.

“You want my jacket?” Steve offers, taking the inner flaps of his jacket that were resting against his chest and gripping them between both sets of thumb and index fingers. You shake your head while giving him a toothless smile.

“No you dingus, you’re about to leave anyway,” you giggle out.

“Hey! Only Robin is allowed to call me dingus,” he chuckles.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Eddie looking up at the two of you for a moment, before directing his attention back to Christopher.

“Alright buddy, we’ll have to do a raincheck on the park with Shirley. But you and Momma are going to have all kinds of fun together this weekend, I’m sure of it,” he announces. Christopher’s lip wobbles at hearing the words, the sight breaking Eddie’s heart just a bit. Eddie enjoyed the weekends with his son just as much as Christopher did, but the money would be really good and help continue to get their band’s name out there.

“But I want to be with you this weekend Daddy! I miss you!” He screams. Eddie tries to hush him while your brows furrow from your position by Steve, curious to know why your child was screaming. He’s usually so well behaved so his outburst was shocking to you.

“I know buddy, but we’ll see each other next weekend, okay? Daddy has to go play some music kind of far away,” Eddie continues to try and explain to your son.

“No! I want to be with you this weekend! It isn’t fair!”

You felt your heart break hearing your son shout at his father, his words sinking in as the reality that faces him slaps him in the face. He was right, it isn’t fair that his time with his father is being sacrificed for the sake of a gig, especially with Eddie only getting to see him for three days of the week on your new schedule. He should be able to see him every day, living in the same home as you and him full time. You step forward and place your hand on Christopher’s shoulder, which he is quick to shrug off.

“C’mon sweetheart, Daddy has to get on the road so he can go play music,” you tell him softly, trying your best to deescalate the situation.

“No, I don’t wanna!” Christopher yells out, his little black converse stomping against the pavement of the driveway. Eddie rises to his feet and takes a few steps back.

“I’m sorry, I really have to go,” he whispers out, turning towards his van and leaping inside. Christopher tries to run and catch up to the van but you’re quick to grab him before he’s running into the street after his father. You let out a sigh and carry him closer to the door, his little limbs kicking and swatting at you during the short journey.

“Hey buddy, do you want me to spend the night here tonight? Maybe we can build a fort and have some late night ice cream if your mom says yes?” Steve suggestions, his face close to your son’s. His kicking beings to cease and his eyebrows raise in excitement as he shoots you a pleading look. You let him down and he starts jumping for joy when you nod your head.

“I can go drop Robin off at Vickie’s real quick, since she doesn’t live too far from you…and they got back together a few months ago,” Steve reveals to you. You look at him with wide eyes, your mouth agape at the news.

“What?! No way! How come she didn’t tell me?” You question, fumbling for your keys in your bag.

“She was going to, before you dropped the, uh, separation bomb on us. She didn’t want to seem like she was rubbing it in your face,” he admits. You nod and unlock the door, watching Christopher run inside and up the stairs towards his room. A chuckle passing through your lips as you turn back to Steve.

“No, of course not! I gotta tell her I’m happy for her whenever I see her again. Sober, this time,” you say, leaning against the open door. “I’ll leave it unlocked for you, alright?”

Steve nods and heads to his car, finally managing to exit your driveway this time and speeding off down the road. You walk through the threshold of your house and close the door behind you before walking up the stairs towards your son’s room. Knocking on the door, you gain the attention of your son who immediately had already started playing with the toys he left scattered around the room.

“Hey bud. I’m really sorry you and Daddy couldn’t be together this weekend,” you tell him sincerely. He continues moving his car back and forth, the smile that was once of his face faltering a bit into a half frown.

“It’s okay. I just miss him sometimes,” he admits. You let out a soft sigh and bring yourself to his level, placing a hand on his back and rubbing it gently.

“I know sweetheart, I miss him too.”

“Then why don’t you guys live together anymore?” He questions, his attention focusing to you and dropping the toy from his grasp.

“Well sweetheart, it’s complicated. But your dad and I…we just think it’s better for us to be away for a little while, or maybe even…forever,” you tell him, your voice growing weaker towards the end. Christopher’s frown becomes more present at your words.

“Do you not love him anymore?” He asks. This kid might actually break your heart. You know he doesn’t know any better but with the feelings still being fresh on your mind, you can’t help but grow hurt at the thought.

“I will always love Daddy, no matter what. I just don’t think he feels that way about me anymore. But he has someone who makes him happy, so that’s what matters, okay?” You put on a fake smile for him and watch him nod, his attention going back to the car he was playing with earlier. Pressing a kiss to the top of his head, you stand up and walk out of his room, walking down the stairs and plopping down on the last step.

The ache in your chest that was so prominent last night returns after your chat with your son. Christopher has been a very curious boy ever since he could start properly thinking on his own, so naturally he is going to ask questions about the new situation the three of you are dealing with. It isn’t a bad thing, it’s just hard for you word it in a way for him to understand, while trying to spare your own feelings that you’re still struggling with. You love your son and want the best for him, and seeing him so upset that he doesn’t get to be with his father breaks your heart. He wasn’t necessarily a daddy’s boy, but he really loved Eddie and has started to become more and more fascinated by him lately, which always warmed your heart.

You bury your head in your hands and let out a frustrated groan, but the knob to the front door turns and Steve walks back in. You look up and give him a sympathetic smile while scooting over for him to sit next to you.

“You okay?” He questions, nudging your stomach with his elbow. You let out a breathy laugh and nod.

“Just dealing with a curious five year old. He was asking a lot of questions and it just…got to me I guess,” you explain. He nods and stands from him spot on the stairs dramatically to coax a reaction from you. A small giggle escapes your lips as you shake your head at his motions.

“Well I think it’s about time for a blanket fort. You get the ice cream ready and I’ll go start building with the little guy,” he declares, maneuvering past you and running up the stairs with a scream to alert Christopher. Standing from your own spot, you start heading to the kitchen to make the ice cream and prepare for the night of fun you’d been seeking to experience for a good bit now.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson angst #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #stranger things angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #steve harrington #robin buckley #angst #fanfic #fanfiction

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radskull-69 · 4 months

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(copy pasting what i said earlier-)

May I request Bob Velseb accidentally adopting child!reader? Like he found them one night and brought them home but accidentally got attached? Don't care if it's headcannons or a scenario!

If not, then that's fine!

at first, I was gonna do a whole ‘he found u in a dumpster thing’ but decided to take a bit more of a darker turn.

he was killing two victims, a couple by the looks of it in their own home. Nothing out of the ordinary.

until he heard the meek voice of you call out down the hall, turning his head he saw a small child strolling out of their room. No doubt waking up thanks to the commotion of their parents dying.

you were no doubt any older then five or six, such a shame to lose your parents at a age.

You thankfully couldn’t make anything out in the darkness other then bob’s glowing cyan eyes as he panted, frozen stock still as you both stared at each other .

bob was standing over the mangled bodies of your parents in his costume, blood coating his already red outfit. He didn’t feel guilty per say, but he didn’t feel hungry anymore. He lost his appetite…

it was when the flashing red and blue lights came from outside he broke out of his staring match with you, and in the mist of the moment he grabbed you with his spare hand and flee’d the scene before the cops could get him.

taking you back to his house definitely wasn’t ideal, but he didn’t have anywhere else to put you. He was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands while you ran around the living room and looking at all the bones he had laying around.

he was already regretting this, he should just eat you now. Though, as he peeked through his fingers and saw you playing with a rusty chainsaw he owned. He felt annoyed, but didn’t wanna kill you. Yet.

but other time the distant hunger to eat you faded without him realising it, just thinking that when you got more fed and fatter he’d eat ya. But it never came.

it was a bother for him to take care of you, fighting with himself if he should kill you the whole time. He definitely doesn’t know shit about kids and got you a dog bed at one stage, but after accidentally mentioning you while at work to a customer they gave him some tips. Thinking he was finally married and had a kid or smth

he doesn’t take you on his… hunts, but does feed you the meat he comes back with. He doesn’t tell you where he gets it until a while later when you catch him dragging in a body.

doesn’t take you to school or out much, since your considered missing. Begrudgingly let’s you sleep in his bed with him but after a while became content with it, would let you watch as he butchered the meat and gave you tips about knives.

when your a bit older, maybe around ten. He takes you on his hunts with him on Halloween, the first time you wore a ghost costume, a simple sheet. But that didn’t last long since it made killing hard.

you became desensitised to all the gore and killing since it’s what you were around so much for so long, not realising how wrong it is. Gives you pats on the head when you manage to cut someone in the ankles when they try to run.

when you got your own wanted poster he was so proud! Definitely hangs it up on the fridge.

#spooky month #bob velseb #spooky month bob #Ask #writing prompt #child reader #bob velseb x reader platonic!#rads art #rad writes

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ninakate or any wlw nina ship w/ good luck babe by chappell roan,,,,

oh god. ok youre so right that this works with any wlw nina ship, but im gonna go through the lyrics and describe some toxic ass ninakate scenario that comes to mind LMFAOOOO SORRY I LIKE TOXIC YURI

ok so in an AU of my AU where ninakate happens, it all starts after nina is stabbed by jeff. they make her heal in the proxy cabin cuz theyre worried jeff will break into ninas apartment and finish the job(he has no interest in doing that tho). tim/brian/toby/jack are busy with zalgoid issues, SO kate sorta...keeps watch on nina while she heals. cuz of that, nina starts latching onto kate. between kate cleaning the stab wound, bringing her water, wrapping her up in gauze, nina crying into kates arms unprompted, asking kate to sleep in the same bed with her cuz she cant sleep, nina asking kate quiet questions for hours while the radio hums and rain pours outside... they share an awkward, "meaningless" kiss. nina blamed it on emotions running high. kate didnt know what to blame

(this section is HEAVILY inspired by still a friend by the back seat lovers, the entire song is very my-au ninakate)

SOOOOO i wanna go from THAT SONG into good luck babe by chappell roan...

"you can say that we are nothing" after the kiss, nina would probably be like 'we should go to sleep' and the next morning laugh about it and tease kate and be like "thats so funny, i never kissed a girl like that before. was that your first kiss? oh my god kate are you serious?! we should probably keep that between us, huh? its okay, it wont happen again!" and kates just nodding along while her brain is going 100mph. but kates perceptive as hell and she'd easily see all the little changes that happen afterwards. nina's gaze falling, her hands lingering, little comments she makes. and it'd make kate feel kinda stupid. "guess im the fool, with her arms out like an angel through the car sunroof" toby ends up 'inheriting' an old rusty red pickup truck from tim. i doubt it would have a sun roof, but i could see toby and nat up front, while nina and kate are in the back (like, the BACK bed of the truck). nina would be giggling, tilting her head back and her hair is flying like crazy and her arms are out and kate cannoooot get that damn kiss out of her head, especially when nina looks like that.

im thinking maybe it happens again. the group was hanging out, but nat and toby went off somewhere else, leaving nina and kate together. and kate offers to walk nina home, but ninas like 'what if i spend the night instead?' and kates immediately like Oh jesus christ okay. and they talk . and chat. and banter. and nina would bring up that stupid kiss and say something about 'i wouldnt mind doing that again. i mean, as friends.' and kates head is spinning.

and despite all of this, nina is still in a bad headspace. before, during, and after her relationship with jeff, she has HORRIBLY low self esteem and a need for attention/validation, and she will seek it out anywhere. she'd blame it on a million and one things "oh its just for fun, oh i was just drunk, oh its not that serious, he was cute, i got his number!". especially when trying to heal her bruised ego after the whole jeff thing (alongside a few huge arguments with toby calling her out on her BS). and kate listens, and even though she's really blunt and straightforward, she doesnt feel mean. not like toby or nat or jack. so even when kates like "that doesnt make sense" "that seems stupid though" "why would you do that" ninas just laughing and being like "it just felt right in the moment! im having fun, kate!". she thinks kate just doesnt get it, on account of never being in a relationship, but kate knows whats going on. she knows why nina is the way that she is, but all she has to say is . GOODLUCK LMFAO. shes not here to control or convince or plead with anybody, and def not nina. and i think that would kinda irk nina a little. she'd kiss kate, then a couple nights later talk about a guy she met at a bar, and kate just side eyes her and is like 'have fun' and nina wishes there was more

ok whether their kisses turn into anything else, i think theyd both continually agree to keep it a secret from everyone else. it would just be a huge mess that neither of them want to address, especially kate dealing with toby. but i think once kate starts getting a little affection and whatnot that she's never received (she's been in the chaser mode for over half her life, mind you), it would feel incredibly suffocating but also incredibly freeing. like she feels like something new has opened up to her, something that she got locked out of years ago. and nina has the key, unfortunately

ok this is where the song and story falls apart a little cuz ninas not getting married to anyone. i guess this could be a hypothetical where she goes back to jeff for a moment in time, but.. ehh.... dunno how i feel about that. and i dont think the 'i told you so' fits kate cuz she just kinda lets nina do whatever. asks questions and is like ??? and maybe has a bit of an attitude when saying 'good luck with that', but she never tells her what to do

i know "the feeling" is more about being into girls and how you cant hide from it, but i dont think the whole lesbianism thing would be their issue. in a ninakate interpretation of the song, i think 'the feeling' is either ninas issues with romance and self worth, kates ache to be with someone despite thinking she has no right to it, ninas guilt for leading kate on, and of course their literal romantic feelings...

anyway. anyway. um. cries. i just i really. i really im just. im fond of lesbians alright.

#asks #ninakate #creeped #sort of. its an au of creeped where ninakate is a thing. LMFAOOOO #ill leave the tags at that cuz im really embarrassed by this

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(The Freelancers are just there and OK, don’t worry about it, everybody is alive and friends in this scenario, it’s fine)

-Florida makes everybody Uncomfortable... plus, he and Sarge start this REALLY awkward flirt-fight thing, where maybe they’re dating Romeo/Juliet/forbidden-love-style, maybe they also wanna stab each other, maybe both (this is the equivalent of two single dads that get together, and it embarrasses the heck of the kids “Gross! Old people love”)

-Florida also keeps halfway flirting with Church (like maybe not, but also kinda yes) in his very specific creepy way, and Church is just like “Uh... no thank you???”, and then Sarge calls him a home-wrecker

-York vibes with Grif, and keeps helping him rig snack machines to spill free goodies. Also, he intentionally sets-up Donut to say all kinds of innuendos. York totally encourages the bad puns and double-entendres (if it makes everybody else groan, that means he won)

-Flowers and Donut are a whole SPECTACLE for the others to hear

-South and Kai become this unstoppable FORCE OF CHAOS, and their bros are over there begging them to be normal for 5 minutes

-South also gets along with Donut, she likes that he knows all the drama, and he likes how mean-funny she is

-North and York both LOVE being overly-supportive of Wash, he’ll be doing something normal like getting a bowl of cereal or whatever, and they’ll be cheering “Look at our boy gooooo!” etc like embarrassing parents at a soccer game

-Wash loves hanging out with the Triplets again, and people start calling them the Quartet

-Everybody gave Wyoming the silent treatment for almost 2 whole months, which drove him crazy

-When they finally acknowledged his existence, he started having all kinds of arguments with Sarge (it is a nightmare to listen to them; Sarge is a yee-haw and Wyoming is like the evil-version of Bert from Mary Poppins)

-Other people keep taking the “Grifshot” and hiding it somewhere Maine can find find it, and he ALWAYS gives it back to Grif... who is like a timid little bunny rabbit in that situation

-Maine will also just stand around and watch Tucker do stuff. Tucker feels like this is some kind of INTIMIDATION act, but Maine literally just thinks Tucker is cool

-Lopez was initially indifferent to all these extra morons he has to hang out with, but Connie actually pays attention to him and is the only one who knows how to chill, so they get along really well

-People were surprised that Tucker wasn’t immediately flirting with the new girls, but he honestly assumed that South and Connie were a couple and he was trying to be a good ally-bro (they start playing it up, and... maybe they ARE a couple???)

-He DID try to hit on Ohio, which everybody thought was hilarious

-Kai is less subtle; who’s single and what are you into?

-Iowa for some reason decided Simmons is the coolest dude and always wants to know what he’s doing and help with projects (he messes things up a lot, but Simmons enjoys the attention)

-Idaho is a naturally good helper for Doc, they both like assisting with bandages and what-not, and they’re both “list-makers” (they make categories and lists for everything, from important supplies, to favorite movies). Idaho also is a great friend to O’Malley; whenever he speaks up, Idaho instantly plays up the role of “evil assistant” and goes along with the bit (they don’t do anything actually “bad”, they just like. sneak all the ice cream and them blame it on somebody else)

-Grif and Simmons get really into playing word-games with the Triplets, they have endless conversations about nonsense

-Carolina had to try REALLY hard to convince them “No seriously guys, I can relax now!”

-Tex, Carolina, and Church have their own weird little dysfunctional-family thing going on; whenever they get snippy with each other, he tries to be the peace-maker, and it ticks them both off. If they ignore him for too long, he starts bothering them until they finally crack to yell at him (and that means success). Sometimes Carolina and Tex will whisper to each other while glancing at Church and giggling, so he KNOWS they’re talking about HIM, but when he asks they just go “Nothing~”. Carolina is a total enabler when it comes to Church mouthing-off to somebody (she just encourages him to rant more). Tex will throw Church over he shoulder like a sack of potatoes sometimes and just walk away with him. He likes it

-Tex just kind of decided that Locus is going to be her friend, and while he doesn’t understand why she even likes him, he enjoys her company (still thinks he doesn’t “deserve friendship”, but he’s getting better). They like going to events like motorcycle races together

-Whenever Caboose asks a question, North takes the time to explain stuff to him (so does York, but York doesn’t know what the fudge he’s talking about and just makes stuff up. not in a mean-lying-way, he’s just a dink)

-Iowa and Caboose will wander off to look at rocks or whatever, but also just have a whole ADVENTURE (they might have accidentally gone to Narnia at one point)

-Kai and York are united in a “f*ck the law” attitude, and will engage in some “creative vandalism” from time to time (they wreck advertisements all over the place)

-Doc and Maine hung out together for several days before even discussing stuff about O’Malley and the Meta... nobody is entirely sure what was said (which is fine if they want to keep it private), and this seems to have resulted in Doc having absolutely NO fear of Maine (even when other people still get intimidated), and Maine has all these inside-jokes with O’Malley

-Sarge called dibs on Maine, South, and York. He truly feels like they are integral to some kind of grand scheme that makes no sense to anybody else. Maine is fine with it, he likes the Reds. South immediately jumps on the SUCK IT BLUES band-wagon (because guess which side her bro got absorbed into). York hams it up, like woe is me, I am on the opposing side of a feud from my dear friends, knowing full well this does not matter

-Locus is one of the few people who kinda just has default respect for Flowers? It seems as if he genuinely doesn’t notice how weird Flowers is (he does, Locus just likes the way this messes with everybody else). Meanwhile, Flowers is at least nice enough to avoid giving Locus “orders”, and instead invite him to join activities like baking or knitting/crochet

-South scares Simmons to death, she’s everything that terrified him about Carolina times a thousand, but she loves listening to him when he snaps and gets all uppity

-Tex and Connie have their own chill moments together, kind of reconnecting their friendship, and sharing stuff they have in common (they like similar books and what-not)

-North started having a whole control-trip, not intentionally trying to be a jerk exactly, but he doesn’t know how to NOT be the one who takes care of everybody else, and if nobody listens to him, he kinda has a panic attack and becomes insufferable... as a result, Tucker gets into arguments with North, kind of a LOT. They don’t “hate” each other or anything, but North makes a lot of incorrect assumptions about how immature Tucker acts (not fully realizing how capable and clever Tucker can be), so Tucker feels the need to one-up North and take him down a notch. Tucker finally made North see there are different ways to care for people. They eventually are on better terms, and can jokingly argue without it being a whole thing, because North genuinely respects Tucker

-When Maine seems to be getting especially “isolated”, it’s actually Locus who knows how to gently approach him and pull the guy into a different train of thought (both having once felt like they were “just weapons”, and learning how to be people again). Maine returns the favor, but with a different method; when Locus is in a self-destructive and depressed mood, Maine will just pick him up, then go pick up somebody else, like Wash or Caboose or whoever might be right for the moment, and they have a Friendship Adventure (which usually involves watching cartoons)

-Kai gets all the ladies together for a PARTY NIGHT! Sometimes it’s just them staying in, eating their favorite food and watching TV, sometimes it’s going to a club for dancing, sometimes they have an entire action movie adventure that results in a show-down with some bad guys at an abandoned amusement park. You know, fun stuff

-Connie and Wash like going out for friend lunches together, they enjoy a lot of the same kinds of food. They also both dress like dads on vacation to the beach, and will complete the fun with bowling

-York doesn’t get totally DRUNK like he used to, but he’ll get a bit buzzed occasionally, and while he’s up for hanging out with anybody, his favorite person to be around like that is Lopez. The robot might sound “stoic”, but he’s clearly amused by loopy York... who speaks Spanish, and catches all the funny comments Lopez makes (Lopez will also help steer York when they walk around so he doesn’t trip and fall)

-Church personally gives Wyoming a reality-check whenever the guy gets too full of himself, and it’s weirdly not with his usual explosive fury of swears; it will be very quiet and kind of chilling. Wyoming is genuinely unnerved, and tries in vain to win Church over with compliments (Simmons calls him a loser and a suck-up). Doc joins in, being a mean little smart-mouth with Church

-Ohio is the only one who isn’t afraid of Carolina’s hyper competitiveness when it comes to video games, they’re BOTH super headstrong about playing

#red vs blue #rvb

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