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What I’m writing currently

•Adult Lottie Matthew’s x Reader

•Anora Mikheeva x reader headcanons

•Max Fox x Reader

•Adult Van Palmer x Reader

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Saccharine (part 3)

Shauna Sadecki x Barista!Reader

Notes: my updated Masterlist is here!

It had been two weeks since you last saw Shauna. Two weeks of silence that stretched longer than you expected. You kept telling yourself it was for the best, that space would settle the weird current humming beneath your skin, but every time the café door opened, your head snapped up before you could stop it.

She hadn’t come in. Not once.

Until today.

You were stacking lids by the register when the bell above the café door jingled. And you didn’t have to look. The air shifted the way it always did with her, just slightly too warm, too still. You turned, slow, already bracing for it.

There she was. Shauna.

Same worn leather bag slung over her shoulder, same half tucked hair, same presence that made the room feel just a bit too narrow. She didn’t glance around like someone returning after time away. She walked straight to her usual seat, sat, and stared out the window like nothing had changed.

Your first instinct was to duck.

You moved quickly into the back, heart drumming too fast. You didn’t want her to see you, not yet. You weren’t ready for whatever her eyes might say. Not after the last time. Not after that note.

You thought maybe she’d leave. That it was a fluke. A one time thing. But when you peeked through the gap in the supply closet door ten minutes later, she was still there.

Waiting.

Not for coffee. She hadn’t approached the counter. She didn’t even have a drink in front of her.

Just sitting. Staring. Like she had all the time in the world.

And that yellow post it beside her hand. Folded. Exactly the way the others had been.

You stayed hidden.

Eventually, she left.

She didn’t glance toward the counter, didn’t hesitate. She just rose slowly, tucked the note beneath the napkin holder at her table like it had always been there, and walked out.

You waited another five minutes before you moved.

There it was, tucked neatly under the edge of the dispenser like something delicate. Another square of soft, folded paper.

You stared at it for a long time before finally slipping it into your pocket.

You didn’t read it until after your shift.

Your apartment felt colder than usual that night. Lights too bright. Silence too heavy. You stood by your kitchen counter, fingers brushing the edge of the folded note again and again before finally opening it.

This one had no message. Just a location. An address you didn’t recognize. Written in that same slow, careful handwriting.

You checked it twice, then a third time. No explanation. Just a place.

You sat down. Stared at the slip of paper until your eyes burned.

You didn’t sleep that night.

The next day passed in a strange blur. You opened the café. You served customers. You kept your head down.

Shauna didn’t come in.

But the address stayed in your pocket. Heavy. Unavoidable.

You tried looking it up, maps, photos, anything but the search turned up next to nothing. Just coordinates and a stretch of unnamed road. No website. No reviews. No signs of life.

You told yourself you weren’t going.

But that evening, after your shift ended and the sky dipped into a soft bruised pink, you found yourself on a quiet highway, hands gripping the wheel tighter than necessary.

It was outside the city. A little over an hour’s drive, according to your phone. The kind of route that required turns with no signs. Just instinct.

The longer you drove, the worse the reception got. First your music cut out. Then your GPS. Finally, your phone went completely dark, blinking to black like it had given up.

You nearly turned around twice. But the road, winding and narrow, made that difficult. And something, curiosity, or something deeper, kept your foot on the gas.

The air changed before the trees did. You didn’t notice at first. Just a shift in pressure, or maybe temperature. But your ears popped slightly, and the hairs on the back of your neck stood up.

When the road narrowed again and the trees thickened, you saw it.

A small, gravel pull off. A hand-painted wooden sign, leaning slightly to the left. No words. Just a shape. A triangle, maybe. Or an eye. You weren’t sure. It was faded with weather and time.

You parked, engine ticking quietly in the silence.

There was a path.

Not paved. Not marked.

Just dirt and pine needles and the faintest sign of footprints ahead of you, like someone else had come this way, but not recently.

You stood there for a long time, staring into the tree line.

You could still turn around.

But the note was still in your pocket. And Shauna’s voice was still in your head.

So you stepped forward.

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Jinx’s Masterlist

My requests are open! Rules for requesting

My Lotr blog @blueberry-hobbit

Scream

Mikey Madison characters

Yellowjackets

What I’m writing currently

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Mikey Madison masterlist

Amber freeman

Anora Mikheeva

Crazy little thing called love

This and that

Back off

Mikey Madison characters at a pride parade

Max fox

A relaxing bath

When it rains

Mikey Madison characters at a pride parade

River

Mikey Madison characters at a pride parade

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Yellowjackets Masterlist

Lottie Matthew’s

Quiet mornings

Shauna Sadecki

Saccharine

Saccharine part 2

Saccharine part 3

Taissa Turner

Wrapped in comfort

Van Palmer

None just yet

Misty Quigley

None just yet

Natalie Scatorccio

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Scream Masterlist

Amber Freeman

Vampire?

Injured

Sick

A long day

Amber freeman x vampire reader

Ghost

Movie night

All for love

Drunk

Horror game

Amber freeman x reader who likes hello kitty

Tag your it

In the middle of the night

Ghostface on Valentine’s Day

Ghostface with a s/o who’s an actor

Female scream characters on Valentine’s Day

Scream characters at the beach

Amber freeman x reader

she loves you part 1

She loves you part 2

Scream characters when they get jealous

Cookies by the fire

Sidney Prescott

Date night

Female scream characters on Valentine’s Day

Scream characters at the beach

Mickey Altieri

Jealous part 1

Jealous part 2

Ghostface with a s/o who’s an actor

Scream characters at the beach

Scream characters when they get jealous

Jill Robert’s

Misunderstanding 

Best friends?

Female scream characters on Valentine’s Day

Scream characters at the beach

Scream characters when they get jealous

Tara Carpenter

Picnic

Thinking of you

You make me smile

Female scream characters on Valentine’s Day

Scream characters when they get jealous

Billy Loomis

Crazy

Crazy part 2

Ghostface with a s/o who’s an actor

Scram characters at the beach

Scream characters when they get jealous

Sam Carpenter

Female scream characters on Valentine’s Day

Scream characters when they get jealous

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Hello!! I hope you’re all doing well, I just came on to say that I’ll be changing my Masterlist to hopefully make it more easier to navigate and I’ll be adding some more characters :D

This should probably not take long to do as well so it will be ready soon!!

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Hey! Could I request something where the reader is friends with Ani and they work at the same club? One night a customer’s being a creep to the reader and Ani notices and steps in?

Back Off

Anora Mikheeva x GN!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: creepy behaviour, mild language, unwanted attention.

Notes: Hello! Thank you for the request, I kept this one from getting too intense, but it is still uncomfortable moments don’t worry though, Ani’s got your back, as always. Hope you like it!

The club buzzed with pulsing lights and a steady, low thrum of music that hummed through the floor. You were halfway through your shift, weaving between tables with practiced ease, the tray in your hand loaded with half empty glasses. The neon lit up your skin in streaks of red and blue, casting everyone in dramatic shadows. You liked the rush, the way the lights flickered, the beat vibrating through your chest, and the constant hum of conversations and laughter around you. It was chaotic, loud, and sometimes exhausting, but it was familiar.

You were used to the noise. The crowds. Even the occasional sleaze.

But tonight? Tonight, one of them was being a little too persistent.

You felt it before you saw it, his eyes tracking you, following you from bar to booth, like a vulture with a wallet. The way he leaned back in his chair, eyeing your every move, made your skin crawl. You ignored him at first. Eye contact was invitation, and you weren’t about to offer one.

You took a deep breath and reminded yourself to stay professional. You had a job to do.

But he didn’t need an invite, apparently.

“Buy you a drink?” he asked as you passed by, his arm brushing your side to get your attention. His voice was a low snarl, oily and unwelcome.

You shifted your tray slightly, voice tight but polite. “I’m working.”

He laughed, like it was a joke. “Doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun.”

You forced a polite smile, stepping back half a pace. “I’m just here to serve drinks, that’s all.”

Still, he leaned in closer, alcohol heavy on his breath. “Come on, just one drink. I’m buying.”

Your spine tensed. You knew this was the kind of night that could spiral. You’d dealt with guys like this before those who thought a little persistence would break you down. But it wouldn’t, but that didn’t stop it from making your skin crawl.

“I said I’m working,” you said again, firmer this time.

Before he could say another word, another voice cut in, sharp and familiar.

“Back the fuck off,” Ani said, striding over like she’d been watching the whole time. Her presence hit like thunder. Heels clicking, eyes hard and dangerous. She was the kind of person you wanted on your side, fierce and fearless.

The guy blinked at her, mouth opening, some sleazy reply forming.

Ani didn’t give him the chance.

“She’s working, not your fucking plaything. If you want a good time, take your sorry ass somewhere else.”

He held up his hands, smirking like he thought it was all funny, but the edge in Ani’s voice made him take a step back.

“I was just talking—”

“Yeah?” She tilted her head. “Then walk and talk somewhere else”.

He mumbled something under his breath and turned, vanishing into the haze of smoke and low light.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. Your heart was still pounding a bit, but Ani’s intervention had diffused the situation. You glanced at her, grateful but still a little shaken.

Ani turned to you, still sharp at the edges, but her expression softened the moment her eyes met yours. “You good?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Thanks.”

She waved it off casually, but you saw the tightness in her shoulders. “Creeps like that are a dime a dozen in here. Doesn’t mean you gotta deal with them alone.”

There was a beat of quiet between you, the bass still thumping around you like a heartbeat. Then, her lip curled in the faintest grin.

“You owe me a drink after your shift, though. Club rules.”

You laughed, tension finally breaking. “Deal.”

The rest of your shift went by in a blur of orders, drinks, and flashing lights, but something felt lighter. Ani stayed close, her presence a shield between you and the darker side of the club’s crowd. You both slipped into a rhythm, checking on each other, subtle glances and quiet encouragements between the chaos.

When the night finally wound down, and the last patrons trickled out, the air smelled of spilled beer and smoke. The music was turned low, the staff gathering in the back room to unwind.

Ani tossed a cold bottle your way, and you caught it with a grateful smile. “Club rules,” she reminded you with a wink.

You sat back on the worn couch, the soft leather creaking beneath you. “Thanks for stepping in tonight,” you said quietly.

Ani shrugged, but her eyes were warm. “I’ve got your back. Always.”

You realized in that moment just how much that meant. The club could be a rough place, but having someone like Ani by your side made it feel a little less daunting. You weren’t just coworkers; you were friends.

“Same time tomorrow?” you teased.

She smirked. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

The night ended with the two of you sitting in comfortable silence, the hum of the city outside a distant murmur.

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Hey! Could I request something where the reader is friends with Ani and they work at the same club? One night a customer’s being a creep to the reader and Ani notices and steps in?

Back Off

Anora Mikheeva x GN!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: creepy behaviour, mild language, unwanted attention.

Notes: Hello! Thank you for the request, I kept this one from getting too intense, but it is still uncomfortable moments don’t worry though, Ani’s got your back, as always. Hope you like it!

The club buzzed with pulsing lights and a steady, low thrum of music that hummed through the floor. You were halfway through your shift, weaving between tables with practiced ease, the tray in your hand loaded with half empty glasses. The neon lit up your skin in streaks of red and blue, casting everyone in dramatic shadows. You liked the rush, the way the lights flickered, the beat vibrating through your chest, and the constant hum of conversations and laughter around you. It was chaotic, loud, and sometimes exhausting, but it was familiar.

You were used to the noise. The crowds. Even the occasional sleaze.

But tonight? Tonight, one of them was being a little too persistent.

You felt it before you saw it, his eyes tracking you, following you from bar to booth, like a vulture with a wallet. The way he leaned back in his chair, eyeing your every move, made your skin crawl. You ignored him at first. Eye contact was invitation, and you weren’t about to offer one.

You took a deep breath and reminded yourself to stay professional. You had a job to do.

But he didn’t need an invite, apparently.

“Buy you a drink?” he asked as you passed by, his arm brushing your side to get your attention. His voice was a low snarl, oily and unwelcome.

You shifted your tray slightly, voice tight but polite. “I’m working.”

He laughed, like it was a joke. “Doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun.”

You forced a polite smile, stepping back half a pace. “I’m just here to serve drinks, that’s all.”

Still, he leaned in closer, alcohol heavy on his breath. “Come on, just one drink. I’m buying.”

Your spine tensed. You knew this was the kind of night that could spiral. You’d dealt with guys like this before those who thought a little persistence would break you down. But it wouldn’t, but that didn’t stop it from making your skin crawl.

“I said I’m working,” you said again, firmer this time.

Before he could say another word, another voice cut in, sharp and familiar.

“Back the fuck off,” Ani said, striding over like she’d been watching the whole time. Her presence hit like thunder. Heels clicking, eyes hard and dangerous. She was the kind of person you wanted on your side, fierce and fearless.

The guy blinked at her, mouth opening, some sleazy reply forming.

Ani didn’t give him the chance.

“She’s working, not your fucking plaything. If you want a good time, take your sorry ass somewhere else.”

He held up his hands, smirking like he thought it was all funny, but the edge in Ani’s voice made him take a step back.

“I was just talking—”

“Yeah?” She tilted her head. “Then walk and talk somewhere else”.

He mumbled something under his breath and turned, vanishing into the haze of smoke and low light.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. Your heart was still pounding a bit, but Ani’s intervention had diffused the situation. You glanced at her, grateful but still a little shaken.

Ani turned to you, still sharp at the edges, but her expression softened the moment her eyes met yours. “You good?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Thanks.”

She waved it off casually, but you saw the tightness in her shoulders. “Creeps like that are a dime a dozen in here. Doesn’t mean you gotta deal with them alone.”

There was a beat of quiet between you, the bass still thumping around you like a heartbeat. Then, her lip curled in the faintest grin.

“You owe me a drink after your shift, though. Club rules.”

You laughed, tension finally breaking. “Deal.”

The rest of your shift went by in a blur of orders, drinks, and flashing lights, but something felt lighter. Ani stayed close, her presence a shield between you and the darker side of the club’s crowd. You both slipped into a rhythm, checking on each other, subtle glances and quiet encouragements between the chaos.

When the night finally wound down, and the last patrons trickled out, the air smelled of spilled beer and smoke. The music was turned low, the staff gathering in the back room to unwind.

Ani tossed a cold bottle your way, and you caught it with a grateful smile. “Club rules,” she reminded you with a wink.

You sat back on the worn couch, the soft leather creaking beneath you. “Thanks for stepping in tonight,” you said quietly.

Ani shrugged, but her eyes were warm. “I’ve got your back. Always.”

You realized in that moment just how much that meant. The club could be a rough place, but having someone like Ani by your side made it feel a little less daunting. You weren’t just coworkers; you were friends.

“Same time tomorrow?” you teased.

She smirked. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

The night ended with the two of you sitting in comfortable silence, the hum of the city outside a distant murmur.

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Saccharine (part 2)

Shauna Sadecki x Barista!Reader

Summary: She says she’s just looking out for you. You almost believe her, until you realize she’s already inside. Read part 1 here!

Warnings: Heads up: Shauna’s watching and she’s not exactly subtle about it. Implied home invasion ahead.

Notes: Back for more sweetness? Or something like that… Here’s Part 2. Shauna’s just keeping an eye on you. Nothing to worry about, right?

You stared at the folded square of paper for hours before you opened it.

At first, you thought it would be something normal. A thank you. A phone number. Something simple you could laugh off. But it wasn’t.

Inside, written in that same careful, delicate hand, was a single line.

I like how you leave your window cracked at night. It smells like you.

You read it once. Twice. Three times. The words crawled under your skin like warm syrup. Your mind tried to reason it away, maybe she was just guessing, maybe she didn’t mean it like that. But the vanilla scent clinging to your pillow the night before told you otherwise.

You crumpled the paper and buried it deep in the trash. But you still felt it. Like her voice was pressed up against your ear. Like she was still there.

The next day, she didn’t come in at 10:32. She didn’t come in at all.

You told yourself you were relieved. You tried to believe it as you wiped down the counters and took orders like nothing was wrong. But you caught yourself glancing at the door every few minutes, stomach twisting every time the bell above it rang and it wasn’t her.

You closed up that night later than usual. The sky outside was bruised purple, the streetlights flickering on in the soft hush of the empty street. You were halfway to the dumpster behind the café when you felt it the sense you weren’t alone after all.

When you turned around, she was there. Leaning against the brick wall, arms folded loosely like she’d been waiting for you forever. Her smile was small but it felt sharp somehow.

“Hey,” she said, voice soft like always. “You left late tonight.”

You stared at her. “What are you doing back here?”

Shauna tilted her head, a lock of hair slipping from behind her ear. “I just wanted to see you. You seemed… distant yesterday.”

You forced a small laugh, your fingers tightening around the trash bag you were holding. “I didn’t even see you yesterday.”

Her eyes flicked down to your hands, then back to your face. “You didn’t open my note.”

It wasn’t a question. You didn’t answer.

She stepped forward, close enough that you could see the edge of something in her pocket, a glint of metal on a keyring. She didn’t take her eyes off you as she reached in and pulled it out, letting it swing between her fingers.

“I thought you’d want this back,” she said, her voice warm as ever. She held up the keychain, dangling it by the ring like it was just a harmless little thing.

You frowned. “I didn’t have that at work.”

She tilted her head, smile still soft but her eyes sharp. “No. You didn’t.”

The silence stretched. She didn’t offer it. Didn’t drop it in your hand. Just turned it over between her fingers, studying it like she’d never seen it before.

“You really shouldn’t sleep with your window open,” she said, light as a joke. “You never know who might slip in.”

Your chest went tight. “Did you—”

But Shauna stepped closer, cutting you off, slipping the keychain into her coat pocket. “Don’t worry. I’m just looking out for you.”

She reached up, brushed a thumb over your sleeve, like she was dusting you off. The touch lingered too long. Her eyes stayed on yours, unblinking.

Then she laughed, quiet and bright, like it was all perfectly normal. “I should go,” she said. “It’s late.”

She turned to leave, then paused, glancing back over her shoulder.

“Lock up tight tonight, okay?” she said sweetly. “It makes me feel better.”

And just like that, she was gone. The echo of her steps in the alley the only thing left behind.

You stood there for a long moment, watching the dark where she’d disappeared. Then you reached for your pocket out of habit but of course it wasn’t there.

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Saccharine

Shauna Sadecki x Barista!Reader

Summary: Every day, the same smile. The same seat. Too polite. Too sweet. There’s something under it. You just don’t know what yet.

Warnings: Some mild obsession vibes, a little stalking behaviour, Nothing too intense but a bit unsettling

Notes: This is just chapter one! This idea’s been stuck in my head forever and I finally wrote it down. Hope you like it. let me know if you’d like to see where this goes!

The bell over the café door jingled softly. Again. You didn’t even have to look up to know it was her.

She always came in at exactly 10:32am, Every single day.

“Hi,” came her voice, soft, a little breathy. Always polite. Always with that small smile, like she’d been waiting just to see you. “The usual, please.”

You forced a smile back, already moving toward the espresso machine. “Of course. Same as always.”

Her eyes lit up like you’d remembered something sacred. She touched the counter gently, fingertips brushing the spot where your hand had just been. “You always get it right.”

You smiled again, trying not to sound weird about it. “You always order the same thing.”

She laughed, quiet, like it was just for you. “I guess I’m predictable.”

She wasn’t, though. Not really. She always came in the same way, ordered the same thing, sat at the same window seat. But there were little things. Too many little things.

The bell above the café door jingles at the same time it always does. That same soft warmth hit you the second she stepped in. Vanilla, rich and a little musky, like the air after someone’s been baking all day. Too warm. It always clung to her clothes, stuck in your throat like a secret.

Your eyes found her instantly, like muscle memory. The way she walked in, calm, almost dreamlike. Hair tucked back just so. That worn leather bag slung over one shoulder.

She smiled. You couldn’t help it, you stared.

There was something about her today. Or maybe every day. You didn’t even notice your hand hovering uselessly near the espresso machine. You didn’t hear her step closer.

“Hey.”

Her voice pulled you back like a thread snapping tight. You blinked. She was right there now, leaning slightly over the counter, eyes watching you. There was a flicker of amusement, maybe, but something else too. Curiosity.

“You alright?” she asked, lips twitching up in that too soft smile. “You looked a little… gone for a sec.”

You opened your mouth, then shut it again, heat blooming up your neck. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. Just… tired.”

“Mmhmm,” she said, not convinced.

Then, gentle, teasing, “Or was I that distracting?”

You laughed, a little too quickly and turned back to the espresso machine, grateful for the hiss of steam to cover the sudden flush on your face.

Shauna didn’t move. You could feel her still standing there, watching.

“I’m just kidding,” she said lightly.

You turned your focus back to the milk frothing. The steam curled around your fingers. You almost jumped when you felt her breath, closer than you thought she was.

“You know,” she said, voice soft, almost a whisper, “I think you’re the only one who notices the little things here.”

You blinked, heart skipping. “What do you mean?”

Her hand slid lightly across the counter, stopping just short of yours. Close enough to feel the warmth coming off her skin. “Like how you never rush, even when it’s busy. Like how you remember my order without writing it down.”

You swallowed. “It’s just routine.”

She smiled, a little crooked, like she was sharing a secret. “Routine’s nice. But noticing, that’s better.”

When you handed her the drink, your fingers brushed. Hers lingered a second too long, warm against yours. You pretended not to feel it but you knew she could tell.

“Thanks.” She held your gaze for a moment. “See you tomorrow.”

It wasn’t a question.

You watched her walk back to her usual seat, sunlight catching on the edge of her hair. She didn’t look back.

But later, when you closed up for the night, hours after she’d gone, you found something tucked beneath the napkin dispenser where she’d been sitting. A small square of folded paper with clearly something inside. You chose not to open it and left

That night, you got ready for bed but you couldn’t shake the feeling. It wasn’t fear, not exactly. Just a strange kind of tightness in your chest, like something was off. Familiar, but not in a comforting way. Like déjà vu with its edges sharpened.

You moved through your routine. You brushed your teeth, checked the locks, turned off the lights, though everything felt a second too slow. Like you were being watched through a pane of glass. And when you slid under the covers, it was still and quiet, there it was again. That scent. Vanilla. Faint but heavy, warm in a way that shouldn’t be there. You hadn’t lit any candles.

The next morning, there was a red car parked across the street from your house. Same one from last week. Nondescript. No one inside. At least, no one you could see.

You stared at it from your front window a moment longer than necessary, then shook it off. Just a neighbor or Just someone visiting Probably.

By the time you got to work, Shauna was already there. At her window seat.

She didn’t usually beat you there.

“Morning,” she said, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Thought I’d switch it up today.”

She already had a drink in front of her. Not from your café. You hadn’t even unlocked the register yet. You forced a smile, awkward. “Got tired of the usual?”

Shauna’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Sometimes it’s nice to surprise people.”

She sipped slowly, gaze steady. You tried not to feel like she was waiting for something.

Later, in the back room, you found another note. Folded neatly on top of your backpack. Not signed. Just your name, written in soft, almost delicate cursive. Like she’d taken her time with it.

You didn’t open it. Not yet.

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hcs of going to the pride parade with mikey characters (you can pick only one character if it helps you)

Mikey Madison characters at a pride parade

Characters: Amber Freeman, Anora Mikheeva, Max Fox, River (All souls)

Notes: This was meant to be posted sooner but then life got in the way so I do apologise for that. As always I hope you enjoy and thank you for the request!

Amber Freeman

• Amber tries really hard to play it cool like she’s not that hyped, but honestly she spent like ages picking her outfit (she won’t admit it though).

• She probably wears something casual like a dress and boots or maybe a top that says “Dead inside but still gay” plus a cheeky little pin that says “Lesbi honest.”

• Acts like she’s just there for moral support but ends up cheering loudly for the drag queens more than once.

• Has a little pride flag to wave around, also has heart shaped sunglasses because it matches.

• Keeps wandering off to check out all the stalls. Comes back with a bunch of random little things, maybe a pair of quirky earrings for you, some pins for the group, and snacks she swears you “need.” Acts like it’s no big deal but it’s clear she’s trying to make sure everyone’s having a good time.

• Pays close attention to everything, especially the people around her. She notices the little things most don’t, quietly staying aware and making sure things feel right without making it obvious.

• When someone compliments her, she just awkwardly shrugs it off or makes a joke instead of really reacting.

Anora Mikheeva

• Tells everyone she’s going days in advance. Talks it up like it’s just a fun little outing, but she’s clearly looking forward to it.

• Gets her nails done the day before. Something bold and bright. She shows them off without saying much, but she definitely expects you to notice.

• Picks out something stylish that stands out just enough. Nothing over the top. She looks amazing and she knows it.

• Loves the crowd. She fits right in, laughing with people, complimenting outfits, handing you a free sticker someone gave her like it was meant for you all along.

• Buys something from a booth that she absolutely did not need. Probably something funny, like a mug that says “Queer Chaos” or a fan with glittery lettering.

• Keeps glancing at the schedule and casually suggesting where to go next. Somehow she leads you to the best parts without ever acting bossy.

• Waves a little pride flag she picked up and keeps it in her back pocket when she’s not using it. Occasionally she fans herself with it and smirks.

• Gets you dancing when the right song comes on. Tugs at your hand and goes, “Come on, it’s this one.”

• Takes tons of photos, but only posts the two that look effortless. The rest are for her camera roll and for teasing you later.

• After the parade ends she kicks off her shoes and sighs with a small smile, feeling quietly happy.

Max Fox

• Says yes right away. She acts chill about it, but it’s clear she’s actually kind of excited.

• Wears something bright and cute. Not too loud, but definitely thoughtful.

• Does her makeup to match, maybe some shimmer, maybe a small flag somewhere. Just enough to show she’s in the spirit.

• Makes a little sign the night before. Nothing flashy. Just something simple that means something to her.

• Loves the energy. She’s smiling more than usual and definitely taking it all in.

• Knows the history. Talks about it with you in passing, like it’s obvious everyone should care.

• Takes a few photos but mostly stays present.

• At some point she leans in and says, “I’m glad we came.” And you know she really means it.

River

• Says she doesn’t really “do stuff like this.” Still shows up anyway. Sharp eyeliner. Hair tied back. Calm and collected like she’s done it all before.

• Keeps close to you in the crowd. Doesn’t flinch at the noise or the energy, but watches everything with quiet eyes. She’s taking it all in, doesn’t say much.

• Wears something simple. But there’s one bold detail. A pin or a bracelet, something her daughter helped her pick out. She doesn’t mention it, but it matters.

• Doesn’t smile at first, just nods, watching. But when she sees families together or a group of kids dancing in glitter, she looks down. Smirks a little.

• There’s a sign under her arm. It’s not flashy. Just a piece of cardboard with words she scribbled out and rewrote twice. It says something simple. Honest.

• Doesn’t join in every cheer but when something hits like a chant or a speaker that says something real she says it too. Not loud, but it means something.

• Later, she says “It felt important to be here.” It’s quiet but it’s real, and you can tell it means more than just the words.

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Can’t think of anything to write lately, so if anyone has any requests, hopefully I’ll be able to get around to writing it soon?

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Wrapped in comfort

Taissa Turner x Fem!Reader

Summary: Taissa shows you just how much she cares when you’re not feeling your best.

Warnings: mentions of period cramps, mild discomfort, basically it’s just comfort!

The late afternoon sunlight slipped through the sheer curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room. Taissa noticed you curled up on the couch, a pale blanket draped over your legs, your face pressed into a pillow. Her brows furrowed with concern. You had been quiet all day, barely speaking, and she knew that look, that mix of discomfort and stubbornness.

“Hey,” she called softly, smoothing a stray hair behind your ear. “You okay?”

You shifted, barely opening your eyes. “Just… cramps,” you mumbled.

Taissa’s lips curled into a knowing smile as she got up and fetched a small pouch of heating pads. She set it gently on your lap and pressed it against your lower belly.

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” she asked.

You shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed.

Taissa chuckled. “You don’t have to tough it out alone, you know.”

Her voice was calm and soothing, the way it always made your heart slow and your worries feel a little better.

Taissa busied herself in the kitchen, rummaging through the pantry with purpose. You watched her from the couch, head resting on the pillow. She moved with that effortless confidence that always made you feel safe. The soft clatter of pans and the rustle of grocery bags filled the air.

She paused, glancing over her shoulder with a small, mischievous smile. “Oh, by the way,” she said, almost casually. “Earlier today, I picked up something I know you love.”

Your brows lifted in surprise. “You did?”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed, a little twinkle in her eye. “Thought you could use a little extra comfort today.”

She turned back to her task, not saying what it was and letting the mystery hang in the air like a promise.

When she finally brought the food over, the smell alone had you sitting up a little straighter. It was exactly what you needed, warm, familiar, and comforting. The kind of meal that always made you feel loved, even if you had never said those words out loud.

You ate slowly, savoring each bite as Taissa leaned back, watching you with that small, fond smile she wore so well. Her hand trailed lightly over your knee, her thumb brushing small, reassuring circles. Every now and then, she pressed a kiss to your temple or smoothed your hair back from your face.

“Better?” she murmured, her voice low and soft.

You nodded, feeling the tension in your shoulders loosen with every minute spent in her gentle presence.

“I’m glad,” she said, giving your knee a little squeeze. “I hate seeing you in pain.”

“You’re helping, Tai,” you said honestly. “A lot.”

She leaned closer, her breath warm against your cheek. “Good,” she murmured. “Because you deserve to be taken care of, too.”

You laughed, feeling a little shy under her steady gaze. “You’re too good to me,” you said. Her eyes softened.

Taissa let out a quiet hum, shifting her body so she could tuck your legs over her lap. She traced her fingertips along your calf, her touch so gentle that it almost tickled.

“Let me know if you need anything else, okay?” she said softly.

You nodded again, your eyelids growing heavy as the ache in your stomach slowly eased. Taissa’s presence was the best kind of comfort, solid and soft at the same time.

She took your empty plate and set it aside, then adjusted the heating pad on your belly. “Better now?” she asked.

You let out a quiet sigh, feeling the weight of exhaustion but also a kind of sweet contentment that only came from her gentle care. “Much better,” you whispered.

She smiled, a warm, open smile that crinkled the corners of her eyes. “Good,” she said again, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re safe here, you know.”

“I know,” you said, sinking deeper into the couch cushions. “I always feel safe with you.”

Taissa’s thumb brushed against your cheek, her eyes soft as she watched you. “That’s all I want,” she said. “For you to feel safe and loved.”

The soft afternoon glow began to fade, shadows growing longer across the room. Taissa turned on a small lamp beside the couch, its warm light adding to the cozy atmosphere. She glanced at you, checking to see if you needed anything else. When she saw you relax into the pillows, she let out a small, content sigh.

“You’re gonna fall asleep on me,” she teased gently, her hand brushing up and down your arm.

“I might,” you said with a small laugh,

already feeling your eyelids grow heavy

“You’re just… too good at this.”

She leaned down, her lips brushing against your cheek. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“It is,” you said quietly.

She pressed another soft kiss to your skin, lingering there for a moment. “Good,” she whispered. “Because I like taking care of you.”

Your hand found hers, fingers intertwining with an easy familiarity. She squeezed back, her thumb tracing slow circles over your knuckles. Neither of you said anything for a long moment, just letting the quiet comfort fill the space between you.

Eventually, she shifted, moving carefully so she didn’t jostle you. “I’m gonna put on a movie,” she said, her voice low. “Something easy. Something we don’t have to think too hard about.”

You smiled, already feeling lighter just hearing her say it. “Sounds perfect.”

She stood and moved to the TV, scrolling through the options until she settled on something you both liked. She sank back onto the couch beside you, letting you snuggle in close. Her arm wrapped around your shoulders, drawing you into her side.

“You comfy?” she murmured, her lips brushing your temple.

“Yeah,” you whispered, pressing a small kiss to her collarbone. “Thanks, Tai.”

She smiled, her own eyes growing soft. “Anytime, babe. Anytime.”

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Quiet mornings

Lottie Matthews x GN!Reader

Summary: With the world still sleeping, you and Lottie share a moment that’s simple but unforgettable.

Warnings: none

The first thing you notice is the soft pressure of Lottie’s hand on your shoulder. It is warm and steady even through the blanket wrapped around you. Her voice is low and gentle in the quiet room.

“Wake up,” she says, breath close to your ear. “I have something to show you.”

You blink awake, still heavy with sleep. The room is dim, lit only by a faint glow from the corner lamp. Lottie is already up and dressed, her hair pulled back, looking calm and peaceful. It is as if the early hour does not touch her at all.

“Lottie,” you say softly, voice rough with sleep. “What time is it?”

She smiles faintly and brushes a loose strand of hair from your face. “Early,” she says simply. “But trust me. It is worth it.”

You sigh and push the blanket back, sitting up. The cold air hits your skin and you shiver slightly. Lottie watches you, her eyes kind.

“Come on,” she says. “I’ll make you some tea.”

The kitchen smells faintly of herbs. She moves around with quiet grace, filling the kettle and preparing the tea without rush. You lean against the counter, rubbing your arms to warm yourself.

“You cold?” she asks, glancing at you.

“A little,” you admit.

She smiles, something soft and almost playful. “I’ll fix that.”

When the tea is ready, she pours it into a thermos and presses it into your hands. The warmth seeps into your fingers and you feel it reach your chest.

“Better?” she asks.

You nod. “Much.”

“Good.” She folds her arms and nods toward the door. “Let’s go.”

Outside the air is crisp and cold. The woods are quiet, almost holding their breath. Every breath you take feels sharp and alive. Lottie moves ahead of you with steady sure steps. Her hair catches the faint light as she walks.

“You do this often?” you ask softly.

“Not always,” she replies. “But it feels right today.”

The silence between you feels natural, the kind that speaks without words. Leaves crunch beneath your feet. The branches above rustle gently in the breeze. The world seems calm, waiting.

Eventually, Lottie stops at the edge of a clearing. She kneels to spread a blanket over the decking and looks back at you. “Come on,” she says softly. “It is almost time.”

You settle beside her, the blanket rough but warm beneath you. She unscrews the thermos and pours the tea into two cups. Steam curls in the cold air. She hands you one and your fingers brush for a moment.

You both sip quietly, watching the pale light gather on the horizon. The silence feels full, like the world itself is breathing.

You shiver and she moves closer, pulling another blanket around your shoulders.

“Better?” she asks.

You smile and nod. “Thank you.”

She smiles back, a flicker of warmth in her calm expression.

The sky slowly changes from deep blue to soft pink and gold. The sun edges up just below the treetops, spilling light across the clearing. It feels like a secret shared between the two of you.

Lottie glances at you, her eyes gentle. “Do you like it?” she asks quietly.

You look at the rising sun and then back to her. “I love it,” you say. “It feels… peaceful.”

She nods, looking away toward the brightening sky. “It reminds me that even when everything feels complicated, there are still moments like this. Simple. Quiet.”

You lean your head against her shoulder. The warmth of her body seeps through the blankets and settles you. “I like this,” you say softly.

She lets out a breath and smiles. “Me too.”

She shifts a little closer, her arm wrapping around you. “You’re warm,” she murmurs.

“So are you,” you say, your voice calm.

The world around you is quiet and alive all at once. The small weight of her hand on yours grounds you. You sit like that for a while as the sun rises fully, bathing the clearing in light.

After some time, she looks at you again, her expression open and soft. “Thank you,” she says.

“For what?” you ask.

“For being here,” she says simply. “For sharing this moment with me.”

You reach up to brush a stray lock of hair behind her ear, your fingers lingering for a moment. “There is nowhere else I’d rather be,” you say quietly.

She smiles, a real smile that lights her face in the gentle morning. As the sun warms the clearing, you know you will carry this memory with you, close to your heart.