#they were just having fun like a normal couple 💕💕💕

[tarastabz]

Tara and her crutches against the world.

Best duo, bring them back!!!!!!

[lovebugism]

Hii i saw you wanted some smutty requests so here we go:

being frisky at the fun fair with maybe grumpy!eddie? 🤭 or whoever you think would be better.

absolutely adore your writing btw 💕

hi! this is me making sure i still know how to write lol! pls ignore any mistakes bc this isn't proofread hehe but i hope you like it anon! — eddie munson may hate the state fair, but he loves the hell outta you (established relationship, allusions to smut 18+ | 1.1k)

Eddie’s too proud for the mirror maze.

Correction: Eddie’s too proud to admit that he has no idea how to get out of the mirror maze. 

You hide your giggling behind your palm when he hits another glass pane with a resounding thud. The cartoonish sound echoes through the otherwise empty attraction, along with the boy’s whispered “Fuck!” he tries hard to hide under his breath. 

His fingertips disappear under his curly bangs as he rubs at his forehead, trying and failing to find the spot that aches. He spins on the heel of his worn sneaker, and you find his pretty features bathed in rainbow neon lights and hardened into a boyish pout. 

He glares when he catches you smiling in the face of his plight, doe eyes narrowing in a look of offense — as though you were the one making him run into every mirror.

“It’s not funny,” Eddie grumbles, now kneading his temple. “I wanna go home.”

Your smile only widens. “We still have to get outta here first, Eds,” you tell him, soft and sympathetic, as you pat gently at his chest.

The notion makes his pout deepen. His huff bounces off the glass-metal cage you’re both stuck in as he spins back around again — lest the pretty way you’re looking at him now makes him melt. “I can’t believe you talked me into this,” he mumbles with a shake of his wild head.

You watch him take a tentative step forward and grin at the back of him. “It’s your fault for being so in love with me,” you joke.

You expect him to turn around and glare again — or to laugh like it’s all a big joke and say, “In your dreams, babe.” But instead, he only sighs. And beneath the soft clanging of his hesitant footsteps against the silver floor, you hear him murmur under his breath, “Yeah, I know…”

His words trail off as he turns a sharp corner. A warning bubbles in your throat, then fades on the edge of your tongue a second later. Eddie rams into his reflection before he can blink. “Shit!” he curses, half-drowned out beneath your giggling and the echoing thud of his previous impact.

“Why don’t you put your arms out in front of you like a normal person?” you wonder through a bout of unbridled laughter.

Eddie grumbles something unintelligible under his breath. He rubs at his forehead with his ringed hand balled in a tight fist — not because he hit his head like an idiot (this time, anyway), but because the neon lights coupled with frustration are making his mind all swimmy. If there was anyone not built for a state fair, it was undoubtedly and unequivocally him.

Knowing this, you exhale a whimsical sigh and wrap arms both your arms around him. “Aw, Eds…” you say, still laughing slightly under your breath as you hug him by the waist. 

You rest your head on his shoulder and rub your warm cheek along the soft leather of his jacket. You peer up at him through your lashes and find his face all pinched together — but softened, still, by the emerald-ocean lights overhead.

“Want me to kiss it better?” you offer with a knowing lilt in your gentle voice.

Wordlessly, and never losing his pout, Eddie nods in the affirmative.

You rise to the tips of your toes and brush a kiss against his temple. The boy exhales a deep sigh through his nose before his tense shoulders relax slowly against you. ‘Cause underneath all the metalhead exterior, of course, is just a really big teddy bear.

“Want another?” you ask when you see the plea swimming in his wide brown eyes.

Eddie, however, shrugs unenthusiastically in response. “If it’ll make you feel better, I guess,” he mumbles, though his lips ache with the urge to kiss yours.

You seemingly know this as you wrap both arms around his neck like a snake trying to suffocate its prey before kissing the breath from his lungs. 

Eddie barely has time to take a breath before you’re licking into his mouth — wet tongue running warm along his chapped lips, body so close he can feel your languid heartbeat pounding against his chest. 

His head swims. His stomach swirls. His mouth waters for more. His head pulls back from you all the same.

“Whoa,” he mumbles, slightly slurred, as his lips click audibly from yours. His chcolate eyes are noticeably lidded, and his mouth is distinctly rosier. The sight of your work makes you grin, similarly kiss-struck. “What are you doing?” he wonders aloud, trying to laugh.

“Kissin’ you,” you answer like it’s obvious.

His heavy eyes flit past you to peer further down the maze. They dart wildly back and forth like he’s looking for extra bodies through the glass panes. Your smile widens. “Fair’s closing, babe. There’s no one else in here…”

You trail off and press your mouth to his neck. Not exactly kissing him there, just smoothing your lips up and down the thrumming tendon of his milky white skin. You hear him sigh like he’s annoyed by it all, but his ringed hands find purchase on your hips in surrender. 

“The shit you get me into…” Eddie huffs at the ceiling, eyes fluttering shut when your teeth scratch at his pulse.

“You love it,” you assure with a smile into his skin.

He squeezes at your hips, as though in warning. “That’s very presumptuous of you.”

“Is it?” you hum sarcastically while, at the same time, nudging at his crotch with your thigh — where you can feel his cock beginning to harden through the thick fabric of his jeans. “‘Cause it kinda feels like you love it.”

“I hate you,” you hear him announce in a low grumble, just before his hand reaches for your neck. You can feel the warm silver of his rings along the back of it when he grabs you there,  pulling you away from his skin to press his mouth mercilessly to yours.

Your back hits the mirror with a dull thud, and you try not to think about how Eddie had run into it minutes prior — lest you break into another giggle fit in the heat of the honeyed moment. You just tangle your fingers in the boy’s silky, wild curls and let him make a mess of you. 

It’s all teeth and tongue. So messy, you can feel a mixture of your saliva on your chin. He kisses you with a brutal adoration, like he’s biting into the sweetest of apples.

Eddie grabs your leg with the hand not cradling the back of your neck. You can feel his rings leaving indents on the warm skin of your thigh from how ardently he’s holding you as he urges your knee up to his hips. You wrap your calf around the back of him obediently, skirt creeping scandalously up your lap. 

A whimper sounds in your throat when Eddie grinds his hips forward, trying hopelessly to soothe the aching of his stiffening cock. The coarse denim presses mercilessly to the wet spot forming in your panties. The unforgiving metal of his zipper nudges at your clit. The world spins around you.

When white lights reflect suddenly in rays along the many mirrors around you, you figure it must be the stars in your eyes. Until someone bangs along the far wall at the edge of the attraction, anyway — a dense and distant thud, thud, thud — as though they were beating the glass with their fist.

Your heart lurches into your throat. You and Eddie part from each other instinctively, squinting at the bright light as you search for the person behind it. Through many layers of distorted glass, you find a figure all in khaki — wearing a cowboy hat and a gold badge on his chest. 

Chief fucking Hopper.

“You got one minute to get the hell outta here!” Jim demands in a distant, but no less stern voice.

Eddie gapes, stunned silent, as the throbbing of pleasure between his legs starts to ebb. He’s even more horrified when you start to laugh aloud to yourself, like all of this is funny to you.

“We’re gonna need a lot longer than that, Hop,” you shout back, still giggling as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. “Eddie’s navigational skills are shit—”

Chest swirling with equal parts embarrassment, frustration, and longing (an albeit dangerous concoction), Eddie grumbles under his breath and reaches for your hand. “Let’s just fucking go,” he mumbles like a rumbling storm cloud as he leads you down the glass maze with a soft but unyielding touch.

“Wait— Watch out,” you caution when you catch him stomping in the wrong direction. 

Your words are punctuated by a metallic thud and Eddie’s pained shout. “Fuck!”

[bedoballoons]

─⊰💕𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤💕⊰─

VALENTINES EVENT DAY 1

{༻~Neuvillette X Reader: Love at first sight~༺}

Genre: Smut and fluff headcanons! (separate)

Valentine's Masterlist 💕

CW: Fluff: Pre-relationship, confessions!

Smut: NSFW! MDNI!! GN! Reader whos afab!, consensual somnophilia, cream pie, nipple play, slight yandere vibes, no protection, fingering, and mentions of wet dreams~

ੈ♡˚~Neuvillette~ੈ♡˚:

(Fluff version)

Neuvillette had never gone out searching for love, yes he'd seen couples on the daily and yes sometimes he wondered if he'd ever find someone, but it wasn't his biggest concern...until the day you'd first bumped into him.

It had been a long day for him, many cases piling up and Furina being almost impossible to calm down. He was exhausted and by the time he'd started heading home to rest it was past dark. The cold of the night had started to set in and even with the streetlights you could still find it hard to see, but he'd walked this road for hundreds of years, so he was confident in his steps.

You knocked that idea right out the window though as you came crashing into him with a loud thud, the two of you tumbling onto the cement ground and entangling yourselves together.

He was fast to recover, helping you get back on your feet and lifting himself off the ground,...only to be caught off guard by your appearance. In the matter of minutes you sent him through a rollercoaster of emotions and now you were standing in front of him apologising...while he was looking at you like you might actually be the angel of the water.

He didn't even get to speak before you hurried away, leaving him utterly baffled and in love.

(Smut version)

Neuvillette sat up in your shared bed, thinking about the dream he'd just had...the way you'd looked in it, the sounds the two of you made. He was in love, with the temptation, with you, but still unsure if it was truly okay to try anything with you asleep...even with consent.

He leaned in closer to you, placing a soft kiss on your cheek like he normally would...like that was all he was going to do and truthfully it was originally, but then he felt your creamy skin against his lips...heard your breath catch in your sleep when he shifted his weight above you. You weren't even awake and you still had him obsessing over every small detail of your attraction to him.

He could feel your body under the blanket, feel where your thighs rubbed against his hard length and just like that he was to far gone. His hands reaching for the covers so he could see you fully and the second they were pulled away he fell in love all over again. Oh he was so lucky, he could feel his heart racing as his fingers slowly slid in between your legs and under that thin little line of clothing keeping him from you.

He trailed kisses down to your nipple while his digits rubbed circles into your soft folds, enticing moans from you that only made him grow needier. His mouth clamped around your sensitive bud as his free hand rolled the other between the pads of his fingers, pinching it whenever you got louder. He knew you loved this, he almost hoped you'd wake up and grab strands of his hair like you usually do...but he also didn't, he liked the risk of this...it was new and fun.

A muffled groan escaped him as you coated his fingers with your slick, your cheeks visibly red even in the dim light, you looked so good, felt so good...he just couldn't hold back anymore. He slowly pulled himself away from you, his breathing growing faster as he freed his cock from it's confines and watched your legs quiver. So close he thought as pulled your underwear down to your knees and rubbed his tip against your sensitive area.

Oh lord he could have came right then from the dirty sound you made, your cunt pulsing around even the smallest bit of him, were you just as eager as he was...even asleep? He leaned back over you, his hands on either side of your head as his sunk fully inside your walls, your pussy drenching him in the way that left him groaning into the crook of your neck.

He moved his hips slowly, his long white hair swaying behind him as he tried desperately to stay quiet and not wake you...he'd gotten this far after all. Your hands clenched at the sheets and in between moans he swore he heard you say his name, only making his pace grow faster until he was ruthlessly thrusting his hips into yours. So close, so close, so close, "mmHg!"

He bit down on your shoulder as his cum shot into your heat, sticky white drops dripping down onto the bed as finished along with him. He could see your eyes fluttering open as he grunted, your cunt pulling him back in every time he thought about stopping...

"Neuvi-llett-te? Mnh!"

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day!~*⁠.⁠✧

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Hii! Could you please make Kirk Hammett getting mad with the reader because she's teasing him so much, and ended up fucking her until she crying of pleasure. Adding maybe hairpulling, spanking or rough oral, something like that. Thxx💕💕

Warnings: smut, teasing, oral (m receiving), spanking, hair pulling, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Kirk sat beside you at the table, across was James with his woman, all having pleasant conversation while Kirk desperately tried to ignore your hand moving up his thigh.

You’ve told him countless times that you weren’t big on fancy dinners, the dressing up and the acting proper, it was all just annoying and too much. For the most part Kirk listened and understood, he liked treating you but if that’s not treating you he wouldn’t do it.

James didn’t care because he didn’t have to, and it wasn’t a suggestion to Kirk so much as he called him earlier that morning and said “I got reservations, meet us there” and he hung up.

One fancy dinner wouldn’t kill you, right?

No, of course not, but it might just kill him.

Your hand moved higher and higher until you were palming him through his dress pants and he was gripping his fork so tight his knuckles went white and he had to bite his lip so hard it bled a little.

Kirk did everything to keep quiet and the dinner normal, but the couple across from you knew what was happening. James was having his fun watching but his partner was more than happy to not say anything and just talk with Kirk and you, occasionally kicking James in the shin to silence his giggling.

Kirk was quiet the whole ride home, not even glancing in your direction. He didn’t even open the door for you when you went to get in his car.

You stared out the window, arms crossed over your chest as you thought about the punishment you’d get for your little stunt when you got home.

He pushed your face into the pillow, arms having already given out from under you. With the way he was snapping his hips into yours your back was forced to arch, ass held in the air by his calloused hands, stinging and red.

“Couldn’t just sit pretty for one fucking dinner? Not one?” He demanded, emphasizing his words with his thrusts. “Fucking bitch.” He spat, smacking your ass again.

“M’sorry, m’so sorry.” You babbled between moans, clutching the sheets beneath you in a tight grip.

Kirk grabbed your hair in his fist and yanked you back. “You’re not sorry, not even a little, are you?” You smiled at him and shook your head, tears streaming down your face and you snuggled softly.

He felt a little bad for treating you like this, but you loved it, he knew you did, so he let go and continued to ram into you.

Your moans were muffled by the pillow, Kirk’s cock was angled to perfectly hit inside you over and over. Your body was heating up, clenching around Kirk. He groaned lowly, hips losing their rhythm as he neared his own high.

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest, kissing up your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there while a hand went to rub your clit. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came on him, his own cum spilling into you with a few guttural groans from him.

He let go of you and you face planted into the pillows, giggling softly while Kirk rolled onto his back. He pushed and poked at you until you looked at him. “You’re not done.” He said, voice breathy.

You looked down and saw he was getting hard again. You smiled at him and shimmied down the bed to be level with his dick, wrapping your hand around the base and gingerly kissing the tip before bringing it into your mouth, flicking your tongue over his slit.

You wanted to tease him some more but that didn’t pass with him this time. He grabbed you by your hair and forced you down on him, choking you and making you gag. He used your head as a fleshlight, groans filling the room and mixing with your strangled noises.

“You’re so good to me, love, so fucking good.” He mused, arm under his head. Your jaw ached and drool slipped out the corners of your mouth and dribbled down your chin. His eyes closed and a low groan left him as he came down your throat.

You pulled away and wiped your mouth, coughing while tears rolled down your cheeks.

Kirk sat up, cupping your face in his hands and thumbing away your tears. “Open up.” He said, you stared at him blankly for a moment. “Open your pretty mouth.

Your eyes widened, realizing what he was really requesting. You opened your mouth and let him see the cum still mixing with your saliva, never mind the mess you wiped on your arm.

He tsked, shaking his head. “Naughty girl, couldn’t even do one simple thing?”

[paradiseismine]

heyyy!! I love your fics , and I wondering if you could do a Richie Tozier x reader smut again? I really loved your last one. ❤️❤️

So pretty - Richie Tozier x reader

Pairing: Richie Tozier (It) - shy!f!reader

Warnings: light smut (no p in v this time)

Summary: you and Richie have been going out for a couple weeks now, and as you take him home with you, despite your shyness, things start to spice up.

Love note from Nina: hi lovely, of course! Thank you so much for the feedback, I really appreciate it 🥰 hope you like this one too! I had no idea you guys wanted me to write for Richie so much, I have another request about him (hopefully coming out next week) 💕

You had been going out with Richie Tozier for a couple weeks now - pretty much ever since you met him. You two went to the same college, and met at a party. You were sitting on the couch and timidly sipping from a drink, desperate to go home - but the friend who was there with you, your ride home, was nowhere to be seen. That’s when he saw you and got smitten immediately - you were so pretty, what the hell were you doing sitting there all by yourself?

That’s how it all started - the movie theater dates, the talking, the hand holding, the furtive kiss he had stolen once. You were dying to kiss him too, but your shyness always seemed to get in the way. He was so cute and carefree. Even though his jokes made you blush, that’s something you absolutely loved about him - his humor, his wit, how irreverent he was.

Tonight, you two had just had dinner after watching a movie at a local theater, and you ended up asking him to come home with you. Opening the front door, you tried to keep your cool: ok, you brought a guy home, that doesn’t mean he’s forced to take you to bed. You two would sit, have a nice chat, maybe some wine, and then see if anything would happen. That was it.

Sitting on the couch, it was always so fun to talk to Richie: he could crack a joke out of basically anything, and his eyes would sparkle beautifully with each laugh of yours. He was also a great listener, and that sure helped with your shyness. Richie had his right hand on your thigh as you talked, carefully toying with your black knee socks and the hem of your skirt.

Being able to finally look him in the eyes, you couldn’t help but lean closer and gently touch your lips to his. It was a rather bold gesture, and you slowly looked away, blushing, as your lips left his - but that’s when he gently held your jaw to kiss you again.

You rested your hands on his shoulders as his lips traced yours, his hand holding your face to his whilst his other arm embraced your torso lovingly. His tongue soon slipped into the kiss, asking for entrance, to which you conceded, feeling your body soften and your heart race.

As the kissing got more intense, you craved his touch more and more, scooting closer to him absentmindedly, just wanting to feel him… Until you, somehow, managed to end up seated on him. Having you on his lap like that, one leg to each side of his waist - that had to be his new favorite position.

His lips found your neck, nibbling and biting it, making you even dizzier with lust. Your hands gripped the hair on his nape a bit more firmly than what you’d normally go for, his breath on your ear so hot and arousing.

“You’re so hot, y/n” he whispered to your ear, his cheeks flushed and warm as they grazed your shoulder. “Can I…?” he asked, as his long delicate fingers reached your shirt’s collar. You nodded gently, unable to utter a word to him, your face so reddened by the shyness - but he understood you perfectly.

You were wearing a button up shirt, and Richie’s hands unbuttoned it with care, looking up at you to gauge your reactions. He could see your pink cheeks and lips bitten, but also how you seemed eager for the touch.

As he unbuttoned the last one, his soft fingertips pushed the fabric off your shoulders until it flopped down into the ground. You caught his lips once more, your quivering hands reaching for his chest and your nails softly scratching him over his shirt. You went for his neck as well, chuckling softly as his skin seemed so sensitive to your touch, his whole body shivering at your own.

His lips found their way into your chest, kissing your skin with pleasure, admired by how soft you felt and how delicious you smelled. He discreetly pushed your bra down, gaining access to your nipples - that’s pretty much when you couldn’t stay quiet.

Richie’s lips suckled into them alternately, his eyes closing with ecstasy behind his thick glasses. Your soft moans filled up the living room, your dominant hand lightly touching the back of his head, trying to signal that you enjoyed the contact.

Your eyes were blinking and rolling in pleasure, as you were trying so hard to contain yourself. You couldn’t let him go any further, ‘cause, well, what if you ended up cumming? I mean, your mouth would open up, your whole body would tremble and you wouldn’t look attractive at all - at least, that’s what you thought.

But Richie’s touch was melting you into him, his hands so warm and precise around your waist. Your thighs would be sticking together with arousal if they weren’t parted, and the desire of rubbing yourself against him was growing stronger by the second.

He seemed to sense your worries, breaking the contact and putting his lips to your shoulder gently as he spoke.

“I’m not gonna do anything you’re not ok with” his voice was low and raspy with lust, but his words were caring and sincere. “Can I?” He held the hem of your skirt, insinuating to touch you underneath it.

You nodded shyly before responding. You couldn’t possibly resist him. “Please”

He lifted up your skirt and slid your panties down to your knees, eyes gauging you the entire time, making sure you were comfortable with the touch.

“Fuck, you’re soaked” he whispered, lustful, as a clear string of your arousal was still connected to your ruined panties. “Can I touch you? I mean, there?” He had both his hands on the sides of your underwear, still holding it firmly as he spoke.

“I-I think you can” you stuttered, as your desire seemed to be getting bigger than your shyness. “It’s just, I-I want you so much, I…”

“It’s ok, love, you don’t need to talk, you just need to feel” Richie tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear and licked his lips nervously. You were so beautiful, so wet for him… He had to find a way to make you loosen up, and he did what he does best. “Let me do the talking instead, yeah?”

“Uh-huh” you nodded, your legs shivering and your lips pursing as his fingers touched your slit. His touch was so delicate, it was amazing how you were feeling so much from such a small stimulus. Your eyes rolled in pleasure, and he smiled as he caught onto it.

“So pretty for me, doll, I love to see you lose control like that” Richie muttered cockily against your earlobe, “Give yourself to me, won’t you?”

You moaned in response, not able to stay quiet anymore. His voice echoed through your bloodstream, releasing your inhibitions almost against your will. Richie’s fingers were touching you so skillfully - he dipped them into your core to get them wetter and then circled your clit slowly, so gently that you were desperate for more.

Your thighs were shaking, your body feeling so weak and light, your eyes rolling as you held onto his shoulders for stability.

The knot in your navel felt tighter and tighter as he kept going, your climax undeniably approaching. Your lips were visibly bitten down from stifling your moans, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop him - he was so good at what he was doing, you just had to let him. You had to cum for him.

“Let go, baby girl, I’m here to make you feel good” he nibbled on your ear devilishly, already acquainted with your soft spots. “Cum for me, won’t you? I see you need to cum so bad… Let me take care of you, yeah?”

You couldn’t take it anymore. Your vision grew white and your whole body shook uncontrollably, your mouth opening and eyes fluttering shut while a louder, higher pitched moan escaped your lips. As you rode out of your high, your shoulders relaxed, your limbs tingling softly and your head feeling so light, even a bit drunk - and you hadn’t even suggested opening up the wine.

Richie’s eyes were low and lustful as he gazed at your fucked out body on top of him, his pants tight with arousal. His lips were red and swollen from the kissing, his clean hand lovingly running through your hair.

“You look so pretty when you cum, doll” Richie said softly, almost whispering. “That’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen”

[pransesdp]

Heyyy everybody, apologies for the delay in DP Next Gen stuff (for those who've been following me for it); had this one big idea for a cute family collage piece with the Fenton's (but kept on getting sidetracked by other things here & there, as usual T-T).

Still, I had ALOT of fun getting back to my roots with detailing the lives of Lilith & Morgan's upbringing… especially in time for the 21 year anniversary of Danny Phantom itself?? 😱😱 Maaaaan, how time flies… even if I may be a tad late to the party with celebrating, I can never forget the impact this silly ghost superhero series had on me, from 10+ years back & onwards~ 💚🤍

-Aaaaand with all that said, here's some detailed info below on each memory displayed here~ x3 For those curious/new to Morgan & Lilith in-particular, here's their bios too to read on their own! 👍

1) Danny & Sam (age 15) having their first date as an "official" couple; rocking it out at their favorite band's (Dumpty Humpty) concert live. After all they've been through with ghost fights, school, and other things throughout that whole year & a half ago (aka: the events of the canon series)… its a blessing to them both to have this moment to genuinely have fun as kids, again~ :3

2) Danny & Sam (age 22) having a special reunion moment on New Year's Eve; as around highschool graduation was the time they decided to take a "break" on their relationship to pursue the college life. While they still caught up now & then, arranging visits alongside Tucker & Jazz (+their other friends)… it was still a hard-but-necessary adjustment for everyone to figure out what they wanted in life. Within a few years time, and taking time to catch up after college graduation… from there, Danny & Sam couldn't help rekindling things, all over again~ 💕

3) Fast forward a few more years, and having done alot of maturing by this point… these spooky lovebirds decided to tie the knot, at last~ 💗(Its a bit hard to see here, but Sam's bridal look is meant to be a black & white long-sleeved fitted-gown with lacy trim, something like this; along with a blackish purple rose crown & spider-web veil~ 💜 )

4) About a year or so afterward, the couple were going about life as usual (ghost fighting, protecting the town, etc.)… up until a giggly bundle of joy decided to surprise the both of 'em, Lilith~ 💙x3 With her bright blue eyes, and fluffy head of hair, Lilith was as normal as any other baby… until she'd start floating around the room, echo around, or in this instance, use some invisibility powers to sneak into some food lol. Still, as both her mom & dad come to realize… how can one stay mad at that face?~ ;p

5) After a few more years ahead of Danny & Sam settling into parenthood, and Lilith's powers getting reigned in through the infancy years… another surprise greeted them in the form of a bouncing snow-haired bab, Morgan~ 💜^w^ To say toddler!Lilith was ecstatic to get a new baby sister to was an understatement; from the moment she held her, the Fenton sister bond would be set in stone~ x3

6) As nervous as Danny and Sam admittedly were, having another (potential) super-baby in the house… to their surprise, Morgan never showed any ghostly powers on her end; with her cooing, chubby-cheeked self being much more fixated on colors, snuggle time, and her first-ever favorite thing in life… Sayonara Pussycat (aka: the in-universe Hello Kitty lol)~ :3 🩷Nothing was gonna tear away this snow bean from the TV once Sayonara popped on (even if it was just a commercial); and so naturally that became the centerpiece of Morgan's 1st birthday (to her initial-delight…. aaaand then eventual embarrassment by her older years, whenever the memory's brought up~ lol ;P).

7) As Lilith & Morgan grew up through their childhood, both of them started to share their mother's taste in DIY arts & crafts. Halloween being the most hype time for the two of 'em to get as creative as they want with their special interests; for Lilith here, she decided to go as her favorite fairy princess on the hit show "Sparx Squad" (aka: in-universe "Winx Club" ;)). And as for Morgan, she's decided to go as a caped, firefly/alien-hybrid superheroine "Bug-A-Boo"; a special make-believe persona she & Danny came up with at playtime (space nerd genes kicking in lol)~ x3

8) Entering highschool, Lilith was determined to make the best of her teen years no matter what, and that included going to her Freshman school dance with her BFF, Darryl Foley~ ^w^ Though its simply a platonic gesture for the two of 'em here, they still had loads of fun dancing their awkward teen selves through many a cheesy pop song, raiding the snack bar, and joining their other friends later for a hangout at Nasty Burger later ;P 👍. (More info on Darryl can be found here, for those curious)

9) For her own high-school experience, Morgan… admittedly had it a bit rough coming to terms with her lack of ghost abilities, alongside the general fears of growing up (+feeling inadequate compared to her superpowered dad & sis :c ). At first, Morgan thought she'd be spending most of her teen years holed in her room, shying from the world… but soon, a chance for apprenticeship from Valerie's ghost hunter group gave her some hope. Valerie, tough as she is, wasn't about to let a bright young girl like Morgan lose confidence on her watch… and so came the long road ahead to train Morgan into a sleek & strong ghost hunter. The first of her missions being that of snagging down a runaway froggy ghost… which admittedly did get a bit messy, but was still a successful job, nonetheless~ 👏👏(Also a bonus for yall, this Morgan design here is a callback to her 2017 design from waaaay long ago, awkward bean vibes & all~ lol)

10) And so, from the years ahead of both Fenton sisters growing on their own accord… came the fateful day of Morgan saying goodbye to her highschool days, and onward towards the future~ 🥺💜As her mom, dad, and big sister are proud to proclaim… "Fentons Together, Fentons Forever~" 🤗💚🤍

[portgasdwrld]

Strawhat reactions to a chiropractor or massage therapist joining their crew? (Sfw) I know they get injured and could use it.

I love those random ideas lately 😭helps me out if my writer block💕

📂Strawhat + chiropractor/massage therapist reader joining their crew

Mostly them reacting to you proposing them a session

Luffy

He’s so fucking excited. He’s jumping everywhere, begging to be your first client. He’s already laying down in your office to have his body cracked, but then you realize as you do it that his body is literally made of rubber and it’s impossible for you to work on him. When you tell him the news, he’s whining and tells you to try again😭 He’s all pouty so you decide to massage him and that put him out to sleep real quick. He went from sulking to sleeping. When he woke up, he commented about how good this was and truly he never felt this alive in a while.

Zoro

He would totally refuse at first and complain about how he doesn’t need it and how he only needs to rest a little (a good nap), and he will be fine. But then you actually try to convince him to do it, as you saw how much his body had to go through with his training, the battles, his poor sleep position… He finally agrees only after Chopper tells him how it can better his performance and make him feel more relaxed. He barely admits that it did in fact made him feel better, but now he jumps to the occasion whenever you propose it 🚶🏻‍♀️

Nami & Robin

The girls are so freaking happy especially Nami. She pretty much asks you for a session whenever she feels sore after working hard on maps or when she had to fight. She chats to you about life and tell you some gossips. She loves to make conversation and treat it a bit like a spa day.

Robin was down to try it, but she usually use her devil fruit if she feels sore somewhere and need to release some built up tension, because of stress or battles. Basically, she never needed someone for that, but after Nami told her how amazing you were, she gave it a try. She’s mostly silent and take this time to relax her body and empty her thoughts.

Usopp

He’s a bit scared at first because he heard some people talk about horror stories at the chiropractor. He heard some people got their bones cracked with no going back to normal or how some doctor were secretly psychopath 💀💀💀 To say the least, he really didn’t see the appeal to risk his life like this 😔 If you poke fun at his ego, he might do it just to prove it to you that he isn’t scared (his legs are shaking the moment he enters your office). He has difficulty relaxing which put you off , You have to wait for couple minutes, make him sips some relaxing tea. When it finally happens, he’s bragging about how cool it is and how everyone should do it🙄 there is legit nothing to be scared off pfff???

Sanji

I don’t know why, but I get the feel Sanji would somewhat be shy 😭 When you ask him if he wanna have a session to help with his stress, he would just look at you like 😳?? He would try to make analogy to food, like it’s a bit like how he hit(?) the meat before cooking it so it’s tender, but in that case it’s gonna make him relaxed. You kinda just stare and nod because whut 😭 He honestly could use it with all the cooking he does and the fights. He loved it but he got flustered a lot. He was red-shy when he left 🚶🏻‍♀️

Brook

He’s a skeleton.

Franky

Finally FRANKYYY, this man was BORN for this. He is so excited and is so talkative. He asks you when you started and why did it became your profession. He pretty much tell you to only focus on the back of his body because it’s less solid than the rest of his cyborg body. So you went in for a massage and he’s really vocal through it. As it ends, he tells you he’s happy you joined and he will be a regular which makes you laugh because you two are literally on the same boat lol 😭

[steddieas-shegoes]

always you

wanted to wish @rozzieroos a very happy birthday! you've been so supportive of me since the beginning and it makes a world of difference to someone who is always just a bit nervous to share the things they write. i am unfortunately not a very crafty bitch, so i can't return the friendship bracelet favor right now, but i hope this is a nice little sappy gift for ya! sending you big hugs and all my love 💕 - mickala

rated t | 1,324 words | no cw | tags: fluff, established relationship, the most miniscule hurt and almost entirely comfort, boys in love, side platonic stobin stuff but robin isn't technically there

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Steve always had an adrenaline crash after a visit from Robin. The first time it happened, Eddie was convinced they would have to move to Boston just so Steve could get out of the funk. Luckily, they figured out what to do after a couple of days.

And every time it's happened since, they manage to get him out of it pretty quickly.

But this time seemed worse, and Eddie wasn't sure why.

As far as he could tell, everything about the visit was normal. Robin came for a long weekend, they all went to dinner together the first night, Eddie had to work on Saturday so Steve and Robin had their fun together. Sunday, they all went to brunch together before dropping her off at the airport.

And Steve was fine! That evening he was cooking dinner and dancing to music while Eddie wrote some notes for a campaign he was running with work buddies. They ate together and Eddie did the dishes while Steve went through his nightly routine of locking up.

They even gave each other blowjobs in the shower.

But this morning, as soon as Eddie opened his eyes and smelled the bleach, he knew it was bad.

He sat up and looked out the open bedroom door.

"Fuck."

He got up quickly, throwing on the closest pair of pants he could find, probably Steve's since they felt baggier than his own, and made his way down the hall to the bathroom.

Steve was on his knees, scrubbing the shower like it personally offended him.

"Hey sweetheart, everything okay?" He asked hesitantly.

"Fine," Steve answered, clearly very far from fine.

Eddie sighed and sat on the closed toilet lid. "Stevie, it's okay if you wanna have a sad day. I know it's hard when Robin goes back home. I'm off today so we can just relax in bed if you want."

Eddie would never tell Steve that the reason he was off was because as soon as he knew when Robin was going back home, he'd requested the day off to be here for Steve.

"I don't need a sad day. I'm fine."

"Yeah, that's why you've scrubbed the shower until it's literally sparkling at way too early in the morning," Eddie reached out and covered his shoulder. "It's okay to miss her. I know it's hard."

Steve stopped scrubbing.

Eddie prepared for what was likely to be a very ugly and loud sob.

Steve turned to him with his lips quivering and eyes watery.

"Oh, sweetheart," Eddie said as he got on the floor with Steve and pulled him into his lap. "It's gonna be alright. We're gonna visit her next month, remember?"

"I know," Steve said against his shoulder, voice wobbling like he was still holding back tears. "I just don't wanna keep doing this."

"What?"

"I hate being so far from her. We were supposed to live close enough to see each other every weekend and have sleepovers and now she's in Boston with her girlfriend who is amazing, and I'm here with you and you're amazing, but I miss her. And I know she misses me." Eddie could feel tears soaking his shirt. "And it's stupid that we're so codependent still, and I feel bad that you probably feel like you're not enough."

"Sweetheart, I don't ever feel that way. I've never felt that way. Have I made you feel like I feel that way?" Eddie tightened his grip around Steve.

"No, not really," Steve shrugged. "It's just I know we're a lot. And I know it sometimes probably seems like I need her more than I need you, but I don't."

"Sweetheart, I know that." Eddie kissed the top of his head and smiled. "You're a package deal. I knew that the moment you kissed me in the hospital room. I was getting Steve and his platonic soulmate Robin, or I wasn't getting Steve at all. I know how important she is to you. Don't you think she's important to me too?"

"I guess," Steve shrugged again, sniffling against Eddie's shirt.

"Well, how could she not be? She helped make sure you stayed safe before I was there to protect you. She knows exactly what to do when you have nightmares, taught me everything she could so I could be there for you. She sends me tapes she thinks I'll like when she sends you care packages. She was the second person I ever came out to! "

"Wait, I thought I was the second person you came out to."

"You were the third. She was a practice run when I saw her staring at the young nurse who checked my vitals the day I woke up. She's the one who told me I should tell you," Eddie nudged him away for a moment so he could look down at him. "I wouldn't be on this floor with you five years later if not for her. She's kinda important to me."

"I just hate that I get like this!" Steve finally said. "I hate that this happens every time. It's not fair to you."

"Love, it's okay. I know how to help." Eddie kissed his forehead. "Go ahead and wash your hands and go get back in bed. I'm gonna grab a book and we're gonna cuddle for a bit."

"But-"

"And then!" Eddie continued, louder. "We'll get pizza delivered for lunch even though we shouldn't. We'll call Robin. We'll take a bath. I'll wash your hair. I'll make us that roasted chicken stuff you like for dinner. It'll be perfect."

"Okay."

"And then-"

"There's more?" Eddie could hear the smirk in Steve's voice even though he'd buried his face against his neck again.

"Of course there's more." Eddie poked his side. "And then we're gonna start talking about moving closer to Boston so we can visit her more than three times a year."

"Eds, we can't afford Boston."

"I know. But we can afford New England if we find the right spots. We'll have her send us some ads for places for rent. I can transfer within the company. You're a teacher, you can work anywhere."

"You make it sound so easy."

"It is so easy. Making you happy is the easiest thing I'll ever do."

"But you have to be happy too."

"I will be. You wanna know why?"

"Why?"

"Because I'll still have you. And let's be honest, it's way more likely that one of the New England states is gonna let us get married before fucking Illinois."

Steve chuckled. "Married? Who said anything about getting married?"

"Oh, did I forget to mention? I planned on spending the rest of my life with you."

"I know that, goofball." Steve let out another genuine laugh. "I just didn't think you'd ever wanna actually get the law involved if they ever let us."

"Steven, I don't involve the law, the law involves me."

"I don't think that's how it works, babe," Steve kissed his neck before pulling away. "I think all that sounds nice though."

"Then hop to it, Harrington! We've got a bed to get back into."

Once they settled in their bed, Steve curled into Eddie's side while he opened the book they'd been reading for a week now, he looked up at Eddie with a soft smile.

"I love you a lot, you know?"

"I know, angel. I love you a lot more," Eddie replied, leaning down to kiss his lips softly.

They'd spend the day exactly as Eddie said they would.

They'd find a place only two hours from Robin and move less than a month later.

They'd get married as soon as it was legal for them to do it.

They rescued a dog.

They even adopted twins.

And every single time Steve wanted to see Robin, they packed up the car and went to visit her.

Because Steve had Eddie, and Eddie had Steve, but they both had Robin.

[lowcringetolerance]

Ok actually in all seriousness, I do fondly remember yaoi being one of the few places I could read about gay relationships where the stories were not founded on tragedy. I read a lot as a little gay kid, and while I did read a lot of Real Books about gays, they were stories about the HIV/AIDS crisis, or homophobia, or shame. When I talked with my online friends about ships and OTPs and all that, the conversations were not solely about tragedy. They are about how cute these gay pairings were, or who would propose to who, or fill out this fun little chart with your OTP listing out who makes breakfast and who sends good night texts and who kissed who first. And like sure there was tragedy, I was a big whump enthusiast, but the tragedy often wasn't about homophobia or hate crimes or what have you (generally.)

IDK. There's a lot to say about how my early media influence impacted the way I discovered myself in sexuality and gender. When I was growing up there were still a lot of cultural negative views on the LGBTQ community, even in my blue state, and sure not all fujoshis were able to translate their love of yaoi to a love of real life gay people, but a lot of them did! A lot of people did learn to accept gay relationships via reading about them on AO3, including some friends of mine.

I think it was just really nice in the 2010s to be able to read stories about gay couples in love in a sort of universe where that was accepted and normal. It wasn't just tolerance, it was celebration.

💕LBG

[20doozers]

★Sleepover★

TW: fluff, teasing, SFW, Tom being a sweetheart, nicknames, 2005/2006 Tom, gn!reader, cuddling, kissing

You and Tom had planned a sleepover, movies, candy, but most importantly you just wanted to see Tom again. You two were bestfriends, basically attached at the hip, so Tom and his band going on their first tour was awful for you since you missed him so much.

You heard the doorbell ring and you rushed downstairs, seeing Tom at the door who quickly hugged you. It felt like it had been years, when really it had only been a couple months.

“Wow, you must love me a lot to have my face on your wall.” Tom teased, poking fun at the fact that you had their band posters all over your room.

“Oh shut up.” You giggled in response, playfully hitting his arm as you sat down on your bed, rolling your eyes at him. He sat down next to you, wrapping his arms around your torso and pulling you down onto the bed with him.

It was nice to have Tom back, even if he was still a bit of an ass.

You two laid there watching a movie, your limbs tangled under the blankets as you cuddled. It was normal, platonic or romantic you couldn’t tell. But you knew he cared a lot about you.

Tom grabbed another bag of skittles from the bedside table where all of the snacks were, opening them and putting a few in his mouth.

“Tom! That’s like your third bag! Save some for me!” You snatched the bag from his hands, an amused yet playful scoff coming from Tom.

“Nuh-uh. Give them back!” He protested, reaching over to grab them back but before he could you held them out of his reach, holding them hostage from the poor boy.

“Okay! Okay! You win!” You giggled exasperatedly, your eyes squeezing shut as you tried to free yourself from Tom’s hold as he had you pinned down, tickling you. When you opened your eyes again after catching your breath, Tom’s own face was just inches away, a light pink flush making its way onto both of your cheeks.

You sat there for what felt like hours, neither of you daring to move or say anything. Eventually Tom leaned in and closed the gap, his lips were soft yet chapped. It was a bit awkward, this being both of your first kisses, but you eventually got the hang of it.

You quickly broke after hearing your mom’s voice calling you and Tom down for dinner, the blush on your cheeks becoming even brighter.

“Coming!” You both shouted in unison, quickly scrambling out of bed and downstairs, trying to act like nothing happened, even though the blush on your guy’s cheeks said it all.

“Were you two at least being safe?” Your dad questioned, making both you and Tom almost choke on your guy’s food.

“Dad!” You exclaimed in embarrassment, only getting a chuckle from your parents.

AHHH!! I’m so happy with how this one turned out!! It’s a bit longer than normal since most of my fics are three or four sections but this one is six sections but I hope you guys like it! This is probably my fav fic I’ve written so far. Also forgive any spelling or grammar mistakes, I’ve been cramming in homework all night. Love you guys💕💕

Tags: @itsmealaiah @madzandmore @jkloserdazai @goreishgorinthgoreofshits

[theemporium]

A Blues lagoon please because I live for angst 💕. Number 30 - "You can't tell anyone." With Nico

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

30. "You can't tell anyone."

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“Do you want anything to drink?” 

“No,” you grumbled as you nuzzled your face further into his chest. “And neither do you. Stay like this. You’re comfy.” 

Nico snorted but did as you asked, remaining exactly where he was as he pulled the duvet up to cover you both. His hands soothed over your skin, up and down your back and sides as you continued to settle against his chest. 

It was these moments he loved the most, the ones where it was a peaceful and comfortable silence between you. The moments where it felt adoringly domestic, like inside these four walls the two of you were just a completely normal couple—a fantasy he tended to indulge in far more than often these days. 

A fantasy he knew could come true, except for one tiny detail.

“What if we just tell your brothers?” 

You instantly tensed in his arms and Nico wanted nothing more than to take it all back, to rewind thirty seconds and smack his own hand over his mouth before he could ruin the moment. 

“What?” You eventually choked out before lifting your head to look at him, something unreadable in your expression and Nico hated it. “We agreed we were just keeping this between us.” 

“Yeah but,” Nico swallowed, trying to find some confidence in his own voice. He made his bed, he may as well lie in it now. “We’ve been doing this for months now. Jack and Luke are bound to find out at some point that—” 

“No, they won’t,” you said, your voice sounding colder than before. “You can’t tell anyone. Especially not them. Especially not this.”

Nico felt his stomach drop at your words. “Baby—” 

“No, I—” You shook your head, gathering the sheets to wrap around you as best you could before you began to move off the bed. Nico resisted the urge to pull you back, to tug you back into his arms and never let you. “This was a mistake.” 

His heart stopped. “What?” 

“We should have never done this,” you said as you began to grab your clothes off the floor, not even looking at him as you haphazardly began to get dressed again. “This was just….it was nothing. It’s fine. We were just having fun anyways, there’s no need to tell them.”

Nico could have sworn he was seconds away from throwing up. 

“It didn’t mean anything anyways,” you said with a strained smile as you looked at him, still naked under the sheets and lying on his bed. You pushed down the rush of warmth that hit you straight in the chest. “Well, thanks. I guess.”

“Thanks,” he repeated, a bit hollow. 

“I should—” But you cut yourself off, unable to find the courage to say a proper goodbye before you dashed out the room, leaving Nico to watch you with a feeling quite close to heartbreak crushing against his chest.

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[e-dubbc11]

you said you could be persuaded to write about dean sooooooooo what about retired dilf dean? 🤔

My dear sweet Selene, it’s very hard for me to say no to you. 🤣 I came up with a little something for DILF Dean Winchester. I hope you like it, thank you for challenging me, my lovely friend ♥️♥️♥️

Carrying On

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Dad Dean Winchester x F! Reader

Warnings: Couple of swear words, fluff, mentions of readers father’s death, smooches, a little hunter violence

Word Count: 1.7K-ish

Summary: You just bought a house in a new state, trying to see if you can move on after your father’s untimely death. Your neighbor introduces himself and already you’re feeling more at home

A/N: So this is my first time writing for Dean, dear god I hope it doesn’t suck. I wanted to write more for this but I still have asks in my inbox for my sleepover I need to get to(I’m trying my hardest to answer them all, I thank you all for your patience.) I’d even be willing to do another part for this because I had fun writing this one! I hope you like it! ♥️

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The house was at the end of a nice quiet street. Your suitcases were piled high in the back seat, almost too high to see out the rear window but it wouldn’t be for much longer. It will be nice to finally stretch your legs after being in the car for such a long drive.

When you pulled into the driveway, you noticed that the “For Sale” sign had been removed from the front lawn. This was your home now and you were determined to live your life as normal as possible from now on.

After your father passed away, you left the flat lands of Oklahoma for the mountains of Colorado. There was just something about that cool mountain air. But you didn’t want to live IN the mountains, you didn’t want to be alone so moving into a neighborhood NEAR the mountains was a good compromise.

A man and, what you assumed to be, his young son were playing catch in the front yard. The boy tossed the baseball to his father but the man wasn’t paying attention. He was too busy looking at your car which happened everywhere you went.

You and your father had rebuilt that car and restored it to its former glory. It was your dream car…a 1967 Pontiac GTO in midnight blue. The way the paint reflected the light, the car almost looked purple. It was a gorgeous car.

The car in your neighbor’s driveway was impressive also. It was a 1967 Chevy Impala, black.

“DAD!! You missed!” The boy shouted.

“Hold on, son. You see that car? She must be our new neighbor. Let’s go say hello.” The man said.

Reaching for the sky, you stretched until some of the tightness in your shoulders went away. You then saw your new neighbor.

“Fuck me.” You whispered under your breath.

He was very handsome with medium brown hair, a well-groomed beard, and green eyes. As he came closer, you saw a splash of freckles across his nose and his young son was a carbon copy of his father.

You smiled warmly as they came closer.

“Hi there! I’m your new neighbor. I’m y/f/n y/l/n.”You extended your hand to shake his.

After you introduced yourself, the man had a slightly confused look on his face that quickly disappeared.

He extended his hand for you to shake. “I’m Dean and this is my son Charlie.”

“It’s really nice to meet you.” You said.

Charlie interjected himself. “Dad missed the ball because he was staring at your car.”

“Charlie…” Said Dean through clenched teeth.

“Ah, well I do get that a lot. You wanna sit in it?” You asked.

Charlie’s eyes went wide. “Sure!”

You opened the car door so Charlie could sit on the driver’s side.

Dean pointed at the car. “That is a nice car. ’69?” He asked.

You bit down on your lower lip to keep from smiling. “It’s a ’67 actually, like your Impala.”

“Impressive…I don’t know a lot of women that would know that to look at it.” He said.

“Well, we do exist.” You said, a little sarcastically.

Dean smiled at you and said softly. “Yes, I guess you do.”

When he realized he was staring, he quickly snapped out of the trance he was in.

“Um, yeah so um, do you have furniture coming or anything? I’m happy to help.” He said.

“Oh the moving truck is coming tomorrow so I just have the bare essentials for tonight. Thank you for the offer, I may take you up on that.” You said.

“Well, we’ll let you get settled. Just knock when the truck comes…Charlie!! Come on, let’s let y/n settle in to her new house.” Said Dean.

As they walked away, you heard Charlie tell his dad, “Dad, you were staring at her.”

Dean narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brow. “No I wasn’t…get the ball.”

“Yes you were, Dad. I saw you.” Said Charlie.

You shook your head back and forth then smiled. They both seemed really sweet.

Three Months Later

You had settled nicely into your new home. The final box had been unpacked and you were adjusting to your new surroundings and your new neighbors. Although there was something that bothered you about Dean’s house.

Every so often, not a lot but every now and again, you noticed that the basement light would flicker. It wasn’t all the time but when it did, it was always at the same time, which you thought was strange.

Everything else seemed to be fine so you didn’t look too closely at it.

You really did like Dean and you adored Charlie. They were your friends, so you contemplated, at least telling Dean about your past, how your father really died, and why you left your home state.

One Saturday morning, all of the windows were open and you could hear music coming from their house. It sounded like…Asia – Heat of the Moment.

You giggled a little bit and thought to yourself, “Really Dean, Asia?”

Dean had a deep booming voice.

“Rise and shine, Charlie!!” He said, loudly but playfully.

After doing some housework, you heard a knock on your door. Walking down the hall from the bedroom into the kitchen, you saw Dean standing at the side door through the screen. He was leaning against the door frame.

“Hey there. What can I do for ya?” You asked, opening the screen door.

“Hey, I was wondering if you’d like to come over for dinner tonight? I thought maybe we could tell Charlie, um…well, about us.” He said, shyly.

Charlie didn’t know that about a month after you moved in, you and Dean started to hang out with each other after he went to sleep.

He’d come over for a drink, sometimes a movie, or a lot of the time, the two of you would just talk, and the relationship just sort of happened.

Charlie’s mom had passed away three years ago and it had just been the two of them since then. Obviously you weren’t trying to get in the way of their relationship and you DEFINITELY weren’t trying to replace his mom but you really did like the both of them and Charlie deserved to know the truth…they both did.

You snaked your arms around Dean’s neck, let your fingers run through his soft brown hair, and leaned in to kiss him. The bristles of his beard tickled your chin and you smiled in between his kisses. You really were smitten with him.

“I’d love to…I’ll bring you guys a special dessert.” You said.

A shy smile extended across Dean’s face. “Awesome…oh and I’m not much of a cook so I hope you’re ok with burgers. Alright? Ok, good talk.” He said, as he smacked you on the ass and turned around to walk back home.

You were going to come clean tonight.

Walking over to Dean’s, you remembered the first time you saw the last name on the mailbox…Winchester. Dean Winchester. All hunters knew that name, that family, his brother Sam, their father John, and their mother Mary.

They were famous in the world of hunting. Your family name stayed under the radar. Sure, you and your dad had some pretty big hunts and cases but nothing compared to the Winchesters.

Charlie answered when you knocked.

“Y/n!!!” He said, excitedly.

“Hey buddy!” You replied.

Charlie saw you holding the pie in your hands.

“Oh you brought Dad’s favorite.” He said.

“I did? Well I hope you guys like it, I made it from scratch.” You said.

“Dad’s always eating pie…he’s out back, come on!” He said, tugging on your t-shirt.

The three of you had a nice dinner together filled with a lot of laughs and you breathed a sigh of relief when Charlie said he was ok that you were his dad’s girlfriend.

The child like smile Dean had on his face as he was about to taste the pie made you smile. Before he could take his first bite, the lights flickered.

He looked up at the kitchen light as it continued to flicker. “Son of a bitch.” He boomed.

“Dad, language!” Shouted Charlie.

“Not now, Charlie.” He growled.

You stood up and backed away from the kitchen table. “Where’s the salt, Dean?” You asked.

“What? How do you--?” He started to say.

“The salt, Dean…NOW!!!” You shouted.

Dean got the bag of salt from underneath the kitchen sink and you had Charlie stand in an open area in the dining room, while his dad drew a salt circle around him. Then he pulled out two shotguns from underneath the couch in the living room filled with rock salt.

“Charlie…buddy, don’t move from this spot, do you understand?” You asked him, looking into his scared eyes.

He nodded.

Standing back to back, holding the shotguns, Dean asked, “Is there something you wanna tell me?”

As fast as you could, you explained yourself. “Ok, so I come from a family of hunters too, nothing like yours of course but I left Oklahoma after my father died saving me from a nest of vampires. It was just me and him, my whole life and when he died, I felt like I couldn’t hunt without him.” You said.

Low moans and hisses were emanating through the walls as the lights continued to turn on and off.

“I can’t believe you’re a hunter. That’s why when you introduced yourself, your name sounded familiar to me!” Shouted Dean.

Charlie stood petrified inside the salt circle. “Dad, what’s going on?”

“It’s alright, buddy. We’re gonna be alright.” Said Dean.

Two apparitions came through the wall and headed straight for you when you blasted them with rock salt.

“Are y-you m-mad?” You asked, while trying to catch your breath.

“Mad? I’m only mad that I didn’t get to eat my pie! As far as you being a hunter, well…I gotta say I’m a little turned on.” He said.

In the middle of a life or death situation, Dean managed to make you blush.

“What does that mean, Dad?” Asked Charlie.

In unison, you and Dean yelled, “Not now, Charlie!”

“When we’re done with this, we’re gonna have a talk.” Dean pointed his finger at you.

“But you’re not mad?” You asked with a slight smile.

Dean smiled at you, his bright green eyes looked like fresh blades of grass as he leaned in to kiss your forehead.

“Nah, I’m not mad sweetheart. Now let’s kill these things so I can eat my pie.”

Tagging: @munsonownsmyass @gijos

[ssturniolo]

Can you please do a angst w matt? Where the reader has a crush on him but he rejects her, if you want to ofc!! 💕

Dream come true

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 - Matt x fem!reader

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 - after rejecting y/n, Matt realizes he’s made a big mistake.

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - Rejection, angst, kissing, sorry if I missed any. (Not proofread)

You’ve had a crush on Matt for as long as you can remember. It started out as something small when you were kids, but as you grew, the feelings did as well. It has gotten to the point where you just can’t hold it in anymore, you have to tell him.

You were all nerves as you drove to the triplets house, after sending Matt a “can we talk?” message. Arriving at their house, you took a deep breath as an attempt to calm your nerves. You unlock the door with shaky hands, hoping that Nick and Chris aren’t around.

As you enter the living room, you notice Matt already sitting on the couch, waiting for you. “Hey there” he says with a welcoming smile, patting the space besides him on the couch. You sit down, avoiding his eyes and instead, look down at your trembling hands.

“Y/n what’s wrong?” Matt says softly, lifting your chin to meet his gaze.

“You know you can talk to me.”

Mustering up the courage, you take a long shaky breath, and look directly into his beautiful blue eyes. “I…I think I love you Matt” you say awkwardly, not waiting for his response before continuing. “It started when we were kids, and as we grew up together, well… my feelings grew I guess” you say, your voice thick with hope.

After a moment of silence, Matt sighs, taking both of your hands in his. “Y/n, I’m so sorry but I just don’t see you like that” he says quietly, avoiding your eyes. You pull your hands away, your cheeks tinted red with embarrassment.

“Oh… it’s ok. I’ll get over it” you say, standing up, keys already in hand.

Seeing his remorseful expression, you sigh.

“I’ll be ok, I promise.”

“I should probably go though, I have um, stuff to do” you say, giving him a tight lipped smile. As soon as you walk out the door, you let the tears fall. How were you this stupid? Of course he wouldn’t like you back.

***time skip***

It’s been two months since you had confessed, and things were pretty much back to normal. Although Matt never brought it up, there was now this undeniable tension between you two and you hated it. You mostly hated yourself for putting you guys in this position, and you would never make that same mistake again.

Sitting on the triplets couch in between Madi and Nick, you scrolled through TikTok, uninterested in the movie they were watching. You stand up and stretch, walking over to Matt’s bathroom, shouting a quick “be right back” to Nick and Madi.

Opening the bathroom door to head back to your previous spot on the couch, your surprised to see Matt standing there.

“I need to talk to you. Alone”

Immediately nervous, you think about the last conversation you guys had alone, fearing what might come out of Matt’s mouth. Reluctantly, you follow him into his room, sitting next to him on his bed.

“I was thinking about what you said to me a couple of months ago. And um, my response” he says nervously, looking down at his hands.

Shaking your head, you give him a sad smile. “It’s alright Matt, you don’t need to bring this up, I told you I’m fine” confused, as to why he would bring this up again.

“No y/n, it’s not that” he says, turning to face you.

“It’s just… I realized I made a mistake. These last two months have been torture, and I can’t stop thinking about you. Your kind, intelligent, caring, beautiful, and so fun to be around” taking ahold of your hands, he continues.

“And that’s why- that’s why I love you” he lets out, finally meeting your eyes.

“You… you love me?” You whisper, completely shocked at his confession.

Reaching out to cup your cheek, he nods, pulling you into a firm, but soft kiss. One hand tangled in his hair, and the other resting on his jaw, you tilt your head, deepening the kiss.

You couldn’t believe this was actually happening. The man you thought you could never be with, was now kissing you as if you were the only girl in the world. This was simply a dream come true.

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Ik this is different then what you said, but I hate the thought of being rejected by him😭. If you want me to redo it where they don’t end up getting together just let me know. Honestly not my best work but it’ll do 🤷‍♀️. Next fic will be Chris I promise.

XOXO - Zoe

[eureka-its-zico]

I’m gonna need one of those short prompts of zoro just thirsting after doc. I wanna see heart eyes and bullying from Nami.

With that being said, something light would be nice. The series has been pretty dark for the last two chapters and it’d be nice to see them act relatively normal again

I took a small break from working on Ch. 10 to write this out. This chapter is a lot more fun and way less serious than the other two, and I feel like this little spin-off I wrote gives good insight into the chapter.

I hope you like it 💕

P.s. I wrote this on my phone and posting it from my phone so if it’s a little wonky, please forgive me.

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“You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?”

“Staring.”

If Nami called him out one more time he was going to need to hit something. And if aforementioned orange-haired friend asked how long he’d been watching you, Zoro was going to lie.

Just like what he was doing now.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

The shit eating grin Nami wore at his response told him all he needed to know.

He was a terrible liar.

“I’m sure you don’t,” Nami quipped.

“I’m sorry is there a reason you’re here? Besides to annoy me.”

“Ouch!”

Zoro didn’t finish watching Nami pretend to cover up a wound or to see her finish the playful pout she’d been sending his way the past couple of weeks. It allowed his gaze to fall back on where you’d been the last half hour tending to the tangerine trees they’d taken with them for Nami. A piece of Nami’s old life - her old home - planted on the ship as a reminder of all she’d overcome and what she’d gained.

It had taken less than a day for you to talk Nami into showing you how much water to give them and how to carefully trim their branches. Zoro warned you not to overdue it. You were still healing - some of your stitches barely keeping the once open wounds an inch from reopening with one wrong move.

You quickly overruled his worries with a soft press of your lips against his. He refused to admit it had left him shellshocked as you walked away; rooted to the spot next to the island in the kitchen with that damn cook smirking at him while his brain tried to remember how to make words.

“Shut up, waiter.”

“I didn’t even say anything,” Sanji replied, flabbergasted and yet, still smirking.

“Keep it that way.”

Zoro stormed out of that kitchen and wanted to storm away from Nami too, but this place on the upper terrace of the deck gave him the perfect spot to watch you. To make sure you were being careful and only a short distance away if you weren’t.

“I thought you guys were together.”

God, he really needed Nami to fuck off. Crossing his arms, Zoro leaned his forearms against the railing and hoped it would send the message he was done conversing. Unfortunately for him, Nami moved closer. Her back against the rail and her arms draped behind her. It gave Nami the perfect view of his face.

Zoro knew she wasn’t going to leave him alone until he answered.

“We are.”

“So, care to tell me why you are watching her like you’re still pining for her?”

“I’m not pining,” he grumbled back.

“This is the definition of pining.”

That’s it. He was going to toss Nami overboard.

“I’m not - “

He refused to admit defeat but damn it he couldn’t stop his forehead from pressing down into the wood of the bannister. He wasn’t a religious man, but he prayed to anyone listening to give him strength.

You would be super pissed if he did throw Nami overboard.

“Is there a reason you’re still here bugging the shit out of me?”

“If you’re with her Zoro, go be with her. That’s all I’m saying. You shouldn’t have to creep around and be away from her when you clearly want to be next to her.”

Zoro did.

He couldn’t describe it. Fuck, he couldn’t deny it, either. Every atom of his being craved to be next to you. To bury his face in the crook of your neck and breathe you in. Memorize the smell of the sea on your skin and the different herbs you dried and for whatever concoctions you made that day. He loved it when he could smell Rosemary in your hair or the ginger that reminded him of home.

But he didn’t want to overwhelm you. It’d only been a couple of weeks since Luffy and crew had left the Conomi Islands. Only a few weeks when Zoro thought he would never…

“I’m just trying to give her space.”

Fuck. Why did his voice have to be so soft? Now Nami was giving him that look and - fuck.

Zoro refused to glance up at Nami - the look that must be on her face. So, he kept his eyes on the safest place he could find.

You.

“Look, I know this relationship thing is kind of new for you, Zoro. It can be scary, at times.”

“I’m not afraid,” he cut in.

“-but,” she continued ignoring his sudden outburst. “I know for a fact the last thing she wants is space. Doc wants you, Zoro more than she’s going to want to be left alone.”

She clapped her hand against his shoulder, signaling she was departing, and left him brooding against the banner. His eyes no longer watching as you gently cut dying stems from the tangerine trees, but out into the endless blue and wondered if it was possible that Nami was right.

He was never going to hear the end of it if she was.

[boba-beom]

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."

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[emma23]

A bad idea waiting to happen :

Jake Lockley x reader

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You’d been asleep only a couple of hours when you heard the faint click of your window. The noise shouldn’t have startled you so much; it was just the wind, you told yourself. But as the sound grew louder, you opened your eyes, squinting into the darkness.

And then—crash. The window swung open, and in climbed Jake Lockley, your worst nightmare and, somehow, the only person who managed to both piss you off and make your heart race at the same time.

He was a mess: his hair was wild, his shirt was half untucked, and there was a dark, almost mischievous glint in his eye. He looked like he’d just walked away from a fight. Or like he was ready to start one.

“Jake,” you hissed, pulling yourself up in bed. “What the hell are you doing here? It’s—” You squinted at the clock. “Three in the morning!”

Jake barely blinked. “And? You should thank me for making it interesting.”

He shut the window, shrugged off his jacket, and gave you that lopsided smirk that made your skin crawl—and, annoyingly, a flutter of something you didn’t want to admit to.

“Get out, Jake,” you muttered, already feeling your patience fraying.

He took his time, looking around your room, then turned to you with a grin. “You always this hospitable, or just for me?”

You crossed your arms, determined not to let him see how unsettled you felt. “Only for people who don’t know how to use a door.”

Jake let out a low chuckle, stepping closer. “You’re a terrible liar, y/n.”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing. “Yeah? And you’re terrible at listening, clearly.”

He took another step forward, closing the distance between you. His gaze was intense, and you could see the spark of something dangerous in his eyes. It was as if he enjoyed riling you up, knowing exactly how to push your buttons.

“Y’know, you keep telling me to leave,” he murmured, his voice low, “but you’re looking at me like you want something else.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but the words caught in your throat. Jake’s eyes flicked to your lips, then back up, that smirk still lingering. He was impossible.

“You’re insane,” you muttered.

“Maybe.” He tilted his head, considering. “But then again, you haven’t pushed me out the window yet. Maybe we’re both a little crazy.”

You glared at him, trying to ignore the quickened beat of your heart. “Maybe I just don’t want to waste the energy,” you replied, aiming for a dismissive tone but failing miserably.

Jake leaned closer, his lips just a breath away from yours. “Funny,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t seem all that tired to me.”

You could feel your resolve crumbling, every bit of common sense screaming at you to push him away. But then his hand slipped to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, and you lost the argument with yourself.

When his lips met yours, you knew you were in trouble. You hated him—or at least, you told yourself you did. But the way he kissed you made you forget every single reason why. The world faded into the background, leaving only the electric intensity between you and Jake.

After a moment, you pulled back, breathless, glaring up at him. “Don’t think this means I like you,” you said, hoping your voice sounded as firm as you intended.

He chuckled, his eyes dark with mischief. “Oh, I know. You look at me like you hate me.” He paused, his gaze dropping to your lips again. “But you’re kissing me like you love me.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way his words made your stomach twist. “Keep dreaming, Jake.”

He leaned in close, a sly grin on his face. “Oh, I plan to.”

In the silence that followed, you both just stood there, the tension thick and tangible. Finally, you broke the silence, unable to resist one last jab.

"Y’know, next time? Just use the door. Or maybe call first. Like a normal person."

Jake’s laugh was low and amused. “Now where’s the fun in that?”