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“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.

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Kon: Tim is my friend, and if I love him, it’s the way I would love a brother. Jason: Tim is my brother and if he looked at me the way you look at him, I would call the police

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Me when I get home from literally anything

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arcade night 🕹️🦇

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Just reblogging so I remember to comeback and read it

* indicates smut

fics.

❀ i really like you || lip x fem reader

❀ frozen feet || lip x fem reader

❀ who's naughty and nice || lip x fem reader *

❀ birthday girl || lip x shy reader

blurbs.

❀ lip being your safe space

❀ college dad lip

❀ college dad lip + late night calls

❀ college dad lip + surprising you

❀ professor!lip *

❀ lip + aftercare *

❀ good sex & domesticity w/ college lip *

❀ tired summer construction job lip

❀ leaving for class but lip stops you

❀ gentle parenting lip

❀ protective + jealous frat!lip

❀ lip w/ a lovey pregnant gf

❀ needy lip after work *

❀ lip saying 'yes ma'am'

❀ frat lip walking you home

❀ begging frat lip

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no updates again today because i’m still out for carnaval, but i saw this today and thought it was so biker!jason coded i could not not post it here.

Imagine jason, who has gone through a lot in his life, who came back from the dead and has struggled with his mental health ever since. Jason who has had thoughts of ending it all since he came back, because everything has changed, everything hurts, and he couldn’t see happiness in anything at all.

And then, it all changed once he met you, and suddenly his world actually had life. He could finally feel happy again, but not only that, he felt love for what seemed was the first time in forever.

He felt alive because of you. He didn’t few sorrow anymore and it was all your fault. You were the beacon of light he desperately needed in the pitch black darkness he didn’t even dare to call life. A sub-life, that was what he had.

He bike was the only thing that made him feel alive. But not anymore. Now he had you. Now he had you and your baby. The baby you two didn’t plan, gosh definitely not. But the baby that came to save his life.

He finally saw a future for him that for the first time wasn’t clouded by pain. And he wanted to make right for that baby like no one had ever done for him. Your baby was barely the size of a grape, but he already loved it more than anything in the world.

You and him. You and the baby. Two reason to slow down, two reason to stay alive. The two things that made his life so much more worth living.

vídeo credits to @/bwoo_cbr on instagram

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Hard Candy Christmas Chapter List

Summary: Eddie Munson hasn’t always hated Christmas. In fact, it used to be his favorite holiday. But his life after surviving the Upside Down has made him angry and jaded. Though it hurts him, he pushed away everyone he loves. Can three ghosts push him back on the right track before it's too late? A Christmas Carol inspired story.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Words: 16K

Warnings: Each chapter will have individual warnings. Please read them!

A/N: My first multi-chapter story for Stranger Things! Eddie Munson specifically.

The Beginning

The Past

The Present

The Future

The End

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Ouch

the past was kinder…

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what abt jason todd and his coquette/hyper fem!gf?? like shes smart and calculated - not the typical airheaded girl that people are writing abt (lova good bimbo!reader fic tho). i just cant see jason dumbing himself down for her, ykwim?

maybe they met thru a mutual friend? *cough cough* roy *cough cough*. jason so took one look at her and was like, shes definitely not the kind of girl id be friends with... until he got to know her, the way her words were well thought out and how she read in between the lines better than him and roy. i guess i should take the "dont judge a book by its cover" thing more seriously.

ANYWAYS ik i say this a lot but puhleaseee send asks abt this 🙏🙏

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Firefighter!Simon Riley x Reader - Locked Out Pt. 2

Johnny drags you inside the station, ignoring the confused looks he gets from the other men inside. He walks you over to the oldest of them, a man with a beard sporting a hat, and introduces you. 

“This is oor captain, Price,” Johnny says, his arm still over your shoulder. “Cap, bonnie ‘ere lost their keys doon th’ drain. Can we gi’ them a hand?”

“I’m sure Gary could get to them,” Price says, offering a warm smile and his hand to shake, which you do. “You rest here mux.” He turned to the couch where a man with dark, curly hair sat. “Kyle, keep our guest company, we’ll be back.” He pats Johnny on the shoulder and the two leave to find Gary and retrieve your keys. 

Kyle stands from the couch and walks over. He’s handsome, pretty you think. He definitely knows it too as he catches you staring, giving you a smile. “Hungry?” he asks.

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Simon emerged from the showers, wearing only a pair of sweatpants, his damp towel slung over his broad shoulders as his blond hair was still dripping wet. The station house was quiet. Johnny must still be out walking Riley. 

A quiet laugh broke that silence though. One that made his stony heart skip a beat. Simon made his way towards the common area, finding the one thing he never expected. You. 

Kyle was sitting with one arm on the couch behind you, the other on his leg. You hadn’t noticed Simon yet, too engrossed in Kyle’s story about the time Riley climbed into the open window of a cop car to get into a bag of treats the officer had hidden under his seat.

“So Riley was hanging halfway out this cop’s car, an’ Johnny’s trying to get him out before the cop gets back,” Kyle said. “Turns out, the cop had a bag of treats in the car. Found out when Simon called Riley over. Rascal had the bag hanging out his mouth.” 

The sound of your laugh makes Simon’s heart race and he finds himself jealous of the way your fingers gently scratched behind Riley’s ear as the dog’s head lays in your lap. 

Simon can’t help but stare. He’d always known how pretty you were, but seeing you here in the station.. He only wished he was the one you were sitting with. That he was the one making you laugh so easily. 

“Bonnie! We got yer keys!” Johnny calls, coming up behind Simon. 

Your head whips around, catching a glimpse of Simon as he turns on his heels and retreats deeper into the station. 

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In his room, Simon’s heart pounds in his chest. He runs a large hand through his blond hair, his mind racing. All he’d wanted these past few months was to know you better, though he’d never been able to bring himself to speak more than a few words to you. Never had he thought he’d see you in the firehouse, much less cozied up on their couch. What were you even doing here? 

A knock on his door brought his answer. Simon quickly pulled on his privacy mask, some part of him hoping it was you. Instead he saw Johnny. 

“Aye, Si, did ye see we git a guest?” Johnny asked with that cheeky grin of his. Ah. That was it. Johnny brought you here. 

“I saw..” Simon said, keeping his voice measured despite his urge to to tear Johnny in half for getting up the nerve to talk to you before he could. 

“Ye never told me tha’ wee thing wis so cuit,” Johnny pressed. “S’already git Kyle wrapped ‘round their wee finger.”

Simon’s dark eyes sharpened. Johnny always knew just how to get under his thick skin. 

“Am sure they’d lek t’ see ye,” Johnny continued. “Looked a might fash when ye stormed off.”

“Didn’t ‘ave m’ mask,” Simon muttered. “Wasn’t expecting them..”

“Aye, ha t’ git Gary t’ rescue their keys,” Johnny explained. His blue eyes briefly looked Simon up and down. “Y’should say ‘ello. Am sure they’d lek t’ see ye.”

Johnny was dense but he wasn’t stupid. He knew Simon could get anyone he wanted, he had the looks to make just about anyone, including Johnny himself, melt. If only Simon had the confidence to actually talk to anyone. 

When Simon didn’t budge, Johnny decided to push further. “Aye wis think’n, LT,” he started. “I might ask ‘em oot fer coffee.” Johnny shrugged as he watched Simon tense. 

Simon shoved past Johnny, making his way to the common area again. Leaving Johnny grinning at his door.

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“Coffee.”

Simon’s gruff voice startles you. You hadn’t seen him enter the room, much less hear him walk up behind where you were sitting on the couch. 

You blink those pretty eyes up at him. “What?”

“With me.” He doesn’t seem to be asking by his tone, but his eyes are almost pleading. 

“Uh.. sure,” you say, unable to keep the smile from your lips. 

The tension in Simon’s shoulders melted away. If he had a tail, it would be wagging.

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I’m obsessed with firefighter!simon!! Please check out the fics

Firefighter!Simon Riley x Reader - Routine

It’s 5AM. Bloody five in the goddamn morning. The sun isn’t up and you’re barely awake as you unlock the bakery door, but a hulking shape startles you awake as you notice the man and German Shepherd standing outside. The man stares down at you as the dog wags its tail. He’s blond, almost freakishly so with the darkest eyes you’ve ever seen. You can’t see the rest of his face thanks to the black privacy mask with the lower portion of a skull painted on it. He’s wearing a pair of dark jeans tucked into sturdy boots and a black hoodie.

“G’morning,” he says, tilting his head as he watches you wipe a hand down your tired face. He doesn’t even apologize for scaring you. 

You hold the door open for him and his dog. He’s a regular from the firehouse just down the street. You'd think you would have gotten used to him lurking around the front door, yet every morning you go through the same thing. 

“We have danishes and turnovers today,” you say, leading him over towards the freshly stocked counter. The bakery smelled of fresh bread and sugary pastries, it made your stomach grumble, reminding you that you hadn’t eaten yet. Before you can slip behind the counter, his dog nudges your elbow. You turned with a smile, rubbing both your hands on his ears before walking behind the counter. “What’ll it be then?”

“Danish,” the firefighter said, his gaze never leaving you. You reached into the case and pulled out a pair of danishes, one cherry and one cheese. You never bothered asking him what flavors he preferred, he never seemed to care what he had. You also grabbed a couple of dog treats from a jar near the register. 

He reached for his wallet but you swatted his hand away when he tried to hand you a few dollars. Your boss insisted that keeping the local first responders fed was more important than profit. You walked around the counter again, watching as the firefighter met you by a little table near the front window. You place the pastries down, slipping a treat to the dog before sitting across from him. 

You both sit quietly while you eat the cheese danish. He doesn’t touch his, never does. He always just sits with you while you eat and takes his breakfast to go. It’s odd, but he never complains, and surely if he had a problem with it he’d say something. 

“You know..” you start. “I know Riley’s name.” You gesture to the dog, who was currently resting his head in your lap. “But you still haven’t told me your’s.”

“Simon.” His voice is blunt, that same flat tone he always used. 

“Simon..” you say back. “I like it.” 

You have no idea what hearing you say his name does to him. It sets his heart racing. His mouth waters. He swears, he’d die just to hear you say it again.

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The brain rot is so real. I just wanna eat him up.

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More ppl need to write for titans hbo jason todd 😞🙏

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I'm genuinely so inlove with Curran Walters Jason todd

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ppl rlly send hate to fanfic authors on here who write bimbo!reader....bitch don't read it then, damn!! like it's 2024 we're all grown-ass adults, if someone writes things you don't particularly enjoy, hell you could even HATE what they're writing, just BLOCK THEM. I promise you no one fucking cares. There will always be an audience for people who are brave enough to post what THEY like and what THEY create online. You won't be missed if it isn't your cup of tea, I promise you.

"it's misogynistic !!" what's misogynistic is you rn girl. berating and bullying creators, who are women or femmes, and whom indulge themselves and others. it's a fucking story. it's fake !!! it's words on your screen that no one is holding you at gunpoint to read. put your device down, go pet your cat and drink some water and fucking chill.

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All I can see are ARMS… damn it. Chick is LUCKY AF 🩵🩵🩵

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I need a part 2!! It was so good

hey love! I saw your posts and i really like your works.

a request with delicate by taylor for conrad?

Delicate (Isn’t it? Isn’t it?) // Conrad Fisher

synopsis: conrad likes things simple and easy. the no strings attached agreement you have together may be enough for him, but is it enough for you?

warnings: slight smut, angst, conrad being an asshole

a/n: this is probably gonna be a mini series 🧎🏻‍♀️ also it’s inspired delicate if you couldn’t tell 🤰🏻 requests are open I need to work on my writing :) enjoy!

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sometimes I wonder when you sleep

are you ever dreaming of me?

sometimes when I look into your eyes

I pretend you’re mine all the damn time.

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2:25 AM

Come over.

I shouldn’t have gone, but I did. In fact, I was waiting for his text message foolishly.

No strings attached is supposed to be simple and easy. You don’t wait for them and get ready; makeup and all, but this was different.

Living next door to the Fishers proved to be a blessing and curse. Summers spent laughing with the Conklin’s and Fisher’s were what I loved most, but there were some drawbacks.

Conrad had always amazed me. The way his lip curves up and his blue eyes. Not as bright as Jeremiah’s, but darker in a sense.

We had all been friends for years, and that was it. Despite Belly’s crush on Jeremiah and mine on Conrad, there were lines that were never crossed. Until now.

I hadn’t planned for this to happen, but one drunk party led to sex that nor me or Conrad expected. It was good sex, but I wanted more. Did I tell him that? No. It’s a good thing I didn’t because the next day he told me it was a mistake but he liked me. It. The sex, I mean.

So, I took what I knew I could get from him. I may never be able to hold him in public and have him, but I could in the dark of the night. And if I closed my eyes, I could imagine having him all the time. This was enough for me.

Maybe not, but I wouldn’t tell him that.

After putting on some light makeup and fixing my hair, I headed over to Conrad’s. I tried not to look desperate in attempts of making my makeup looking effortless, but who knew if Conrad would even notice?

The door was already opened but iConrad never waited by the door for me. I was the one who came up to his room in the dark of night while everybody slept. During the day I was only the next door neighbor and Belly’s friend.

He was lying on his bed when I walked in, fully clothed. That would probably change within minutes though because Conrad never liked to wait.

But I would, stupidly. I would wait for him through everything, even though I was utterly nothing to him.

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“So good for me.”

Conrad’s lips trailed down my neck and collarbone. His lips were hot to the touch and I winced at each nip and kiss. He would sooth the pain after, reminding me how sweet he could be.

I wondered if Conrad acted like this with other girls at home? Did they touch him like I did? Of course, I had no right to ask because we weren’t together. We weren’t anything at all and he reminded me of that every time I almost crossed that line.

I tugged at Conrad’s shirt, to which he took it off immediately. His body was beautiful, but his face was a masterpiece. How could someone so beautiful be so broken?

I traced my hands down his back, and a shiver released from his mouth. “Need to feel you now.”

He was quicker tonight. He was always quick, an hour tops but something was different; needier.

“O- okay..” Conrad was reaching over to grab a condom from his drawer before I could fully comprehend anything. I heard noises of foil and he was already putting it on.

He didn’t even notice the matching set I put on for him, but then again, he never, ever did.

Conrad’s lips were swollen and his eyes were needy and desperate, “Ready?” I nodded. Because even if I wasn’t, I always would be. To him.

He slipped into me, and a sinful cry escaped my lips. He was slow for the first couple of minutes before he began to pick up his pace. I took it well but his size wasn’t very easy to accommodate to.

He kissed me feverishly all over my neck, “Such a good girl. Taking me so well.”

I always got butterflies at his praise names, but a part of me knew they were only to make me do what he wanted.

Another part of me prayed it was real.

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I was painting and out of breath.

We had gone at it for thirty minutes until Conrad had decided enough was enough, because he always decided.

He rolled over on his back and checked the time on his phone. 3:05 AM.

“Front doors open.” He said, cold and offset, like he was somewhere else.

Of course he did, I don’t know why I expected it to be any different. But this was the moment, if anytime, to say something. He was never vulnerable except those rare minutes where I found the cracks in between.

I sat on the edge of the bed, pulling my shirt over my body and slipping into my jean shorts. Even in the night, in cousins it was still warm.

I took a risk and whispered, “Conrad?”

It was silent for a little before he said, “Hmm?” Uninterested, obviously.

I took a deep breath, knowing this could ruin everything. Should I say it? Was the risk of maybe, possibly having him enough? Or should I walk away and keep what little we have?

“Um—”

“I don’t have all day.”

Fuck. “Nothing. I forgot.”

“You forgot?” My back was facing him but I knew he was wearing that judgmental face he always wore when he knew I was lying. Or anybody.

“Yep.”

“mhm.”

He didn’t say anything else and the bed shifted a little until his breaths slowed. He was sleeping now, and I was left alone.

My silent sobs racked my body, but they weren’t heavy yet. No, I always waited until I was home for that.

I closed the door quietly, phone and shoes in hand.

Once I escaped through the front door and reached my bedroom, the sobs racked my body fully. They took over and silent tears streamed down my face.

Tonight, I almost crossed that line.

It was all so delicate, and what if I had? Things probably would have ended between us, and everything would be worse.

I hated it, I hated that I went back to him when he didn’t deserve it, and I hated the way he treated me.

Most of all, I hated the way I loved him through it all.

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part 2?? 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️