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This is so good 🫶🏾

good luck, babe; haley (stardew valley)

PAIRING I haley x fem!reader

CAST | haley, alex, emily (stardew valley)

WC | 2.0k

GENRE I angst, fluff, suggestive

WARNINGS I explicit language, (excessive) alcohol consumption, bar setting, homophobia, internalized homophobia, vomit, mentions of kissing

SYNOPSIS I haley thought she knew what she liked, until the new farmer girl in town changed everything she thought knew about herself.

A/N I requested by anonymous. AH i know i already said it when i replied to your ask but ty so much for requesting; this is literally what got me into sdv in the first place so it was so much fun to write this one. hope you enjoy!! (event is now closed, but requests are open.)

EVENT MASTERLIST | RAIN’S PLAYLIST

It was completely normal for her to think another girl is pretty.

She knows this much; she isn’t stupid. But there was something else about this new girl, this farmer or whatever—that made Haley’s heart ache with a feeling she hardly recognized. Something that she knew was more than just complimenting a girl on her appearance, or holding hands while walking down the sidewalk. It was more than friendly hugs and sharing clothes. It was the late night talks about things like love and mortality and cheese fondue. It was the way she tried to match her lips to your lipstick marks on the bottle when you two shared a drink, because she felt like it was the only way she’d ever get to kiss them and mean it. It was the nights she spent in her dark room, staring at the photos that she had with you and of you, trying to tell her heart to stop beating so fast at the mere sight of your face.

And, it was what she should have felt for her ex, Alex.

Or… was it? Maybe that’s just what friendship is—maybe it’s always meant to be greater than romantic love. Haley couldn’t remember the last time she dated a man that made her feel the same kind of happy freedom that her very best friends did, or some especially pretty girls that she would see around the saloon from time to time. Maybe that’s just how being with a man is, she tells herself. Everyone always talks about it like it’s a burden anyways. Alex is as good as a man gets—no man will ever compare to her.

But as she lays in bed that night—after a hang out session that ran way too late into the night with you, full of fluttering heartbeats and drunk chocolate covered strawberry flavored kisses—she knows it’s something more. Deep down, she knows that what she feels for you is not only different than the love she feels for her other friends, but different than the ways she’s loved her past exes too. It’s so much deeper, so much more intense—so much so that it often leaves her gasping and clutching at her chest as her heart hammers at her ribcage, just begging to be freed.

She won’t let it, though. She can’t. Not after she told everyone that the reason she broke things off with Alex was because they were too busy, when in reality it was because she wouldn’t ever kiss him or sleep with him or touch him—“This isn’t a relationship, Haley,” he’d said exasperatedly, as tears ran down her face, “face it. We’re better off as just friends.”

And it was the truth. She liked Alex a lot—just not enough to do those things with him. She liked him just as much as any of her other friends, thinking that because she felt that signature flutter it was something more. Finally, a guy that made her feel the way that her girl friends did. It was a shame that she had a terrible habit of confusing friendship with something more.

Maybe that’s another reason she refuses to call this thing she has with you anything more than friendship, even though she knows that it is. It was embarrassing enough when she was mistaken with Alex and it strained their friendship for a good while—she didn’t want to do that to you too, and perhaps lose you for good. After all, she’s known Alex for a lot longer than she’s known you, and she always felt like he’d always sort of be around anyways—whether that was as her boyfriend or simply her friend.

You—where did she even start with you?

You came into her life like a tornado; destroying everything that she previously thought she knew about herself. She thought she knew herself well—she liked boys that were masculine but still pretty faced, she liked open mouthed closed eyed kissing, and she liked Alex.

But then she met you—Yoba, maybe she shouldn’t have ever stopped by your sunflower field—and she realized that no, she liked girls that were strong and beautiful, kissing girls with tongue and cupping their faces in her hands as she pulls back to admire her lover, and she liked you. And then she realized she didn’t know herself at all, and she better pull back before it was too late—too late to pretend it was just a phase, too late to pretend like she was still… what everyone expected of her.

It was all so devastatingly confusing. She only saw you as a friend—a very pretty friend, at that—until she started kissing you and realized that she felt more for you than she felt for her ex-boyfriend. And that was what completely destroyed her perception of the line between friendship and something more; further breaking what Alex initially began.

To be very fair, it wasn’t your fault—and she knew that. It was all her. So she poured herself into her hobbies, painting people until she realized that they all resembled you, going to the beach and collecting shells until she realized that all the ones in her hands were your favorite color. Kissing men that had your eyes or your lips, and closing her eyes the entire time, picturing only that feature.

She’s still running through these chaotic, messy memories as she forgets herself in the arms of another man that somewhat resembles you—this time, he wears the same type of clothes that you do, all flannel and denim. But his lips taste like tobacco and his hands are much too large and calloused, much more so than yours are. Your hands—in Haley’s mind—are perfect. Perfect to hold, perfect to kiss… and perfect for other things too.

“You’re so fucking hot,” the man growls against her lips, disrupting her thoughts and shattering her illusion of being in your arms instead of a stranger’s. She pulls away abruptly, her chest heaving as she pants, feeling bile rising in her throat.

This feels so fucking wrong.

She manages to mutter out an apology—or something close to it—before stumbling away, the seven shots of tequila finally making their reappearance as she locks herself in a dingy bathroom stall, heaving as she clutches the sides of the porcelain toilet bowl. It disgusts her to think about how many germs there are on the public toilet seat that she’s currently laying her face on, but the nausea bubbling up within her wins the fight. Exhausted, and disgusted with herself for multiple reasons, she finally vomits up the tequila and her dinner, tears pouring down her cheeks as she sobs into the toilet bowl, her cries echoing around the empty bathroom.

“Haley?”

Or, the not so empty bathroom.

“How did you know it was me?”

“I know what you sound like, Haley.”

She’s silent for a moment, her tongue sour with stomach bile as she takes in the concern and exasperation laced through your voice. You’re worried, but you’re also tired. This isn’t the first time you’ve found her in this very position, at this very bar.

“Can I help you get home?” you ask, tentatively. “I’m… worried.”

“There’s no reason to be,” Haley spits, though she feels guilt pooling in her stomach as soon as she says it—joining the alcohol in making her feel absolutely nauseous.

“Just open the door, Haley.”

She doesn’t want you to see her like this. Of all people, especially not you. But what else can she do? Go back out there and kiss that man wearing clothes that looked like yours, with her vomit breath?

She unlocks the stall door, wiping a string of drool from her chin as she refuses to make eye contact with you. She’s disheveled; the front of her blue top stained with sweat and vomit and God knows what else. Her makeup is running; her mascara clumpy and dripping down her cheeks in inky black tears, her lips swollen and lipstick smudged. Tears are still evident in her blue eyes, though she doesn’t look back at you—she’s much too ashamed to do that.

Instead of laughing at her or ignoring her, you feel a lump arise in your throat at the sight of your girl—she was once almost your girl—in such a state of unrest. It’s no wonder you reach down to rip off a few squares of cheap, one-ply toilet paper to gently wipe her inky tears, clean the smudges of pink lipstick around her mouth.

“Why are you still doing this?” she asks, her voice harsh. “Why do you still care? I haven’t talked to you sober in weeks.”

“That’s exactly why I’m still doing this,” you whisper back, your voice pained and your heart breaking as you see the cold look in her eyes. “Why can’t we be happy together, Haley? Why do you have to keep running away?”

“We’re not having this talk again,” she mumbles, her voice still slurring as she tries to push you aside and stumble out of the bathroom. She needs something—someone—to distract herself from your presence. “I’m not—I’m not like that. Like you.”

“Haley,” you say softly. And that’s all you say—a singular utterance of her name. Then you look at her, your eyes searching hers for something more, something to tell you to keep trying to reach out and see if she’s okay despite her hostility. Something to tell you that you’re doing the right thing, and that all she needs is some time to heal before—

“I’m not a lesbian.”

She’s said it before. She’s said it every single time you try to pick her up off the floor of this bar bathroom, even though you’re not trying to come onto her again. You desperately want to—you think you might love her, for Christ’s sake—but not when she’s drunk. Not when she’s still this lost and confused.

“Okay,” you say quietly, forcing a small smile. “I know. Just let me help you home, okay? As a friend. Nothing more, I promise.”

She regards you skeptically, swaying and steadying herself on the grimy bathroom wall for a moment as she narrows her eyes at you. “I don’t trust you,” she says, pointing at you. Her breath smells like bile and tequila but all you want to do is kiss her despite this. “You… you make me feel things. And it’s not right—it’s not who I am. You’re fucking me up.”

This time it’s more cutting—usually she doesn’t elaborate. Usually she lets you take her home, drop her off. You always leave two aspirin and a glass of water on her nightstand before you go, usually waving to Emily on the way out.

You know. Emily knows. She doesn’t know.

“I’m not fucking anyone up. If you’re feeling something for me, then you’ve been this way all along. And nothing will change that,” you say sharply, the dam finally flooding; splintering and breaking and releasing the torrents of water that threaten to separate you from Haley altogether, once and for all.

Feeling numb, you push past her, nudging her shoulder roughly on the way out. It’s not even on purpose—you just can’t see straight from the tears that are blurring your eyes.

Haley nearly trips over her own feet, calling out your name and making you turn around, groaning loudly with frustration.

“What?” you ask, your voice cracking with emotion.

She takes a deep breath, looking you in the eye. “I mean it when I said I’m not a—“

You don’t even wait for her to finish her sentence—for her to say that word like it’s something dirty or wrong. “Fine!” you snap, glaring at her. Tears dribble down your face in thick, hot streams. Your nose is dripping snot, wetting your upper lip. “Good luck, babe!” you say sarcastically, almost relishing in the heartbreak on her face. You turn on your heel, this time not caring—you wouldn’t be returning to the saloon anytime soon, not for her.

If she wanted to tell you something, she could come find you herself.

@ petrichor-han 2024. do not translate or repost without my permission. // divider credit: @saradika-graphics

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cowboy ellie anyone? oneshot teaser!

“you’re a woman.” you pointed out.

“yes, ma’am.” she replied, she rested her hands on the horn cap of her saddle. her twangy accent matched your own.

“but you’re wearing men’s clothin’.” your eyes drifted from her face, taking in the way her work shirt and chaps clung to her frame.

“yes ma’am.” she was grinning now. up this close you could see the green in her eyes. the freckles that splattered her face.

“why?” there was no malice in your question, just curiosity. back in the city there were no women like her, it would be blasphemous.

“well, wearin’ skirts and such makes my job harder than it needs to be.”

you looked down at your own blush colored attire. you’d never considered there was a solution to your struggle of riding in a dress. “you’re a cowboy?”

she nodded, “you’re a city girl?”

you nodded, “but we’re goin’ to build a cattle farm in wyoming, so i suppose i’m not anymore.”

“well, city girl, how much do you know about cattle farmin’?”

“nothin’.” you admitted.

you watched as her eyes slowly slid down your body and back up to meet your own. you made a point to sit a bit straighter in your saddle, “since i’ll be hangin’ round for a while, why don’t i teach you some?”

“i’d like that.”

joel called out to her, motioning for her to come join in the conversation he was having.

“my name’s ellie.” she steered her horse towards the group. “i’ll see ya round, city girl.”

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Creepypasta👻🖤P link lists

Ticci Toby

(Includes:overstimulating,face sitting, eating out, toys, sensory deprivation,etc.)

Toby and you fucking in his room after dark, you and Toby getting high and you giving him head, you teasing Toby w/ur thighs, Toby obsessed w/ ur tits, Toby eating your out, toby eating you out while your both in the common room, you riding his face, Toby sucking your tits, Toby fingering you, Toby tics while fingering you, toby makes you suck him off, 69 in his room

Jeff the killer

(Includes: degrading, choking,rough play, knife play, hair pulling, spanking, crying kink, face fucking, etc.)

Definitely would have this in his privates, him and Liu sharing you, face fucks you after you were a brat, fucks you in your Halloween cosplay, Jeff being rough with you, choking you on cam, tying you up in his room, spanking you, fucking you after a mission, fucks you into his bed

Homicidal Liu

(Includes: brat taming, restraints, spanking,knife play,praising,etc.)

Liu taming you, overstimulating you, you sucking him off after a Halloween party, him eating you out after arguing with Jeff, Liu fucks you in the back of his car after a mission, fucks you from behind, Liu taking a pic of you after he uses you, fucking you while your tied up

Hoodie

(Includes:sensory deprivation,orgasm control,praise,filming,edging,gagging,etc.)

Filming you taking his cock,ruining you, hoodie after he uses you, hoodie edging you with a vibe, Hoodie making you gag on it,Hoodie watching the camera he set up after he fucks you, hoodie face fucking you

Masky

(Includes:breath play,corruption,gagging, squirting,Anal,face sitting,etc.)

Fucking you in the ass, Masky corrupting you, fucking you when he’s mad, Masky making you squirt, Masky fucking you in missionary, Masky face fucking you, Masky fucking you around the others, does anal for the first time, Masky letting you sit on his face, Masky pacifying you

Bloody painter

(Includes:body worship,edging,stalking, rope play,etc.)

Breaking into your house and fucking you, Painter after he cums in you, painter fucking you while your tied up, Painter fucking you after you posed for him, painter edging you

Clockwork

(Includes:face slapping,spanking,bondage,oral fixation, choking,etc.)

Clockwork eating you out with a messy bun,clockwork overstimulating you, clockwork using a strap on you, you riding clockwork, Clockwork fucks you from behind, clockwork eating you out messily, clockwork pussy slaps, clockwork using a dildo on you, You overstimulating her

Eyeless Jack

(Includes:breath play,breeding,primal play,choking,cunt slapping,etc.)

Fucking you in the woods,Jack making you take it from behind, Jack giving you a wedgie and spankings, choking you while fucking you from behind, Jack fucks you in the mirror, Jack edging you in his room, Jack reminding you who you belong too

Laughing Jack

(Includes:toys,roleplay,size kink,face fucking,choking,fantasy, outdoor play,etc.)

Jack face fucking you, Jack taking you on a “walk”, Jack fucking you from behind, Jack fucking you with you toy he found, Jack fucking you after you talked shit, Jack fucks you while on a leash, sucking Jack off while he’s driving to the mansion, Jack fucks you while you have a picnic

Jane the killer

(Includes:strap on, mommy dom, praising, degrading,face sitting,body play, cunt worship,brat taming,etc.)

Jane using the strap on you, Jane playing with your cunt, Jane fucking into you, you and Jane making out, Jane making you cum on a toy, Jane fucking you with her new strap on in your new lingerie she bought for you, Jane eating you out, Jane spanking you, Jane fucks you from behind, Jane spanks you with a paddle

Nina the killer

(Includes:praising,stalking,hair pulling, knife play,switch, dom/sub, oral fixation,etc.)

You and Nina grinding after she gets jealous, Nina fucking you with her purple strap on, Nina fingering you, you eating out Nina, you and Nina making out and fingering,You riding Nina’s face, you fucking Nina from behind, strapping Nina in her bed,Nina riding you

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OMG , OMG, Are you an expert in creepypasta, I want to give you my request If you don't mind ... May i've a request for Jeff the killer,ticcy toby , Laughing Jack ( if you write for him ) and eyeless Jack please?!

With sweet fem s/o who don't know they are serial killers and only give them affection (like kisses every day) NSFW

Preatty please, love you baby

── 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 & 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭! 𝐒/𝐎

: ̗̀➛Back to Source

INCLUDES: Jeff the Killer, Ticci Toby, and Eyeless Jack.

srry pookie bear not touching the nsfw today :c might come back to this idea later with just NSFW tho >:)

╰┈➤ 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

You definitely caught his eyes when he first saw you, immediately taking in your sweet bubbly aura. (You were definitely on his bucket list of victims after he stalked you for a bit)

But one day, he got a little too cocky and you caught him. And to his surprise you didn’t seem to mind at all when you found this questionable looking stranger stalking around outside your bedroom window.

You’re guys difference in aesthetic in personality is what made you guys hit it off. YOU GUYS ARE THE DEFINITION OF SUNSHINE X MOON.

He thinks you’re too sweet to actually be sweet tbh, but you never fail to prove him wrong.

He’s cocky and arrogant, and the god complex on this man is UNBELIEVABLE… The only reason you’re alive in his head is because he was gracious enough to let you continue with your life. Not that he’d tell you that ofc!!

“Do you think I’m beautiful?”

“Of course, you’re so handsome!!”

He likes that you agree he’s beautiful for sure. (He fishes for compliments all the time, anything to stroke his ego.)

He’s possessive, and borderline obsessive. You’re his. And that’s that.

He takes you where he wants, when he wants. The woods? Yep. The shitty convenience store toilets? Double yep yep. Anywhere you guys could get caught in general? YUP.

Double life points because you don’t even know he’s a literal serial killer, like, even though all the signs and red flags are there.

When you guys started to date, he did soften up a bit, not as cruel and mean. But only a little bit. He LIVES for the surprise kisses.

Typa guy who’d ask ‘where’s my hug at?’

╰┈➤𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐲

This boy THRIVES off how sweet you are, it all works in his favour really. Your house is like his hide out spot, away from his… ‘work’ and honestly just everything.

You’re his safe space. His home.

He does think you’re a bitty dull though, and he often wonders how long his ‘I’m a hunter’ excuse will work.

He’d try his very hardest to keep you a secret from the others, but his Tourette’s to make him tic and stutter out your name and nicknames. Which definitely raises some questions on who this ‘Y/n’ and ‘Schatz’ is.

“A-a-and then he- Y/n- fuh-fuck…”

Please, please, please help him through his episodes and tic attacks. He’ll cherish you forever and ever. (He already did but it’s set in stone now.)

He likes that you’re nice to him, he feels so super duper special that he’s getting love and affection, him! Of all ppl!! (poor boy just needs some loving yall)

He’s ECSTATIC when you guys start to date, he’s not very experienced since he’s only dated Clockwork (my beloved) BUT HE’S A FAST LEARNER AND PICKS UP ON EVERYTHING QUICKLY!! ^^

He was so super shocked when you started giving him little kisses here and there, and it soon becomes a game of who can get the most surprise kisses in a day. (He’s proper pouncing on you to get to ur neck)

╰┈➤ 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤

When you guys first met, it was around 9pm. It was dark outside, the street lamps Turing on one by one. We’re carrying home some grocery bags, and when you bumped into a tall, dark and mysterious man with an eerie mask… you immediately compliment his cosplay.

“Ohhh, cool cosplay!!”

“What…?”

Okiii, so anyways you guys are dating now<3

He’s a sneaky one for sure, out of him, Toby and Jeff, he’s the best at keeping what he does a secret. Not that’d you’d notice either way but… yh.

He’s a possessive bastard like Jeff though, he worries about how sweet you are to everyone, he’d hate if someone were to upset you or even worse, hurt you… (And if they do he’d take care of them for you)

He likes that you don’t question his grey skin, empty eye sockets, the sharp teeth, 3 tongues, and ESPECIALLY the tar dripping from where his eyes should be. Less work for him to make up excuses.

But, that doesn’t stop you from questioning his eating habits…

Always questioning him and lecturing him of he shouldn’t feast on raw ‘animals’. Yeah… you bet your ass he’s not telling you about the cannibal or demon thing. And it’s gonna stay like that.

You’re too sweet and pure to him to be revealed to the horrors that is himself. How he longs to be in a universe with you were he can be normal so you guys could live the white picket fence life style.

But, he doesn’t get that. But at least he gets you all to himself, demon or not.

He’s more stunned by your surprise kisses against his mask, but he does find it adorable, how couldn’t he? The way you lean up on your tippy toes with puckered lips. He can’t help himself but slide his mask up and take you right then and there.

wowee was this long, can u tell I had to get this out of my system:3

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Toby eating your cunt but one of his tics is clenching he teeth down almost grinding them together. Right as he's lapping up at your inner folds with the biggest puppy eyes you've ever seen, he feels a jolt run up from his spine to his neck and jaw forcing him to bite down HARD on your click he was just toying with in his mouth.

Now there's blood gushing everywhere, you're writhing in agony underneath him crying and swearing. But Toby doesn't stop you didn't tell him to stop and he still really wants to make you cum on his face, besides your blood is so delicious to him.

Toby's used to the taste of his own blood from gnashing at cheek all day or tearing the horribly repaired flesh with his over exaggerated movements and tics. But when it comes to your blood its always so new and sweet it's like it's a different thing entirely. Like your blood is what natural pain truly tastes like.

So of course he's going to eat you out as best he can, genuinely...

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“Clawprints in the cookie dough” 🧡🍪

Ticci Toby x Werewolf! Black fem reader

(Fluff, friends to lovers trope, friendly flirting, reader’s apart of the proxy, baking late at night, mentions of Jane and Eyeless Jack. And mentions of modern socials, like TikTok Just a cute Drabble tbh to get summerween started!)

“Toby.”

No answer, I groaned grabbing a pillow and throwing it at the boy’s limp body, “Toby!”, Toby looked up with a confused expression. “What?”, I smiled my ears perking up from my hair making Toby sit up, “Come help me make these cookies I saw on tiktok.”, I said turning and walking to the kitchen Toby following me where the large kitchen area was across from the common room. “Y-ya know what smile dog sssaid about socials, y/n.”, I nodded rolling my eyes a bit, “Well, it’ll be worth it I wanna make these chunky chocolate chip cookies for the other proxies.”, I rummaged through the fridge looking for ingredients when Jane walked in. “Hey, you twoooo what are you guys up too?”, I turned placing down a jug of milk and two eggs onto the counter. “Making cookies for the house.”

She smiled eyeing Tobby and giving him a wink as she left the room. We grabbed everything and began making the cookies listening to the playlist Slender played over the intercom throughout the day(definitely jazz), Toby whisked the dough as I put the oven on preheat leaning back onto the counter watching him. “Your cute flexing those forearm muscles.”, I teased making his face flush red, “s-shut up!”, I giggled adding into the square chocolate chips. “This’ll make em taste better.”, he nodded looking at me with a smirk his lip twitching. “Done.”, he said softly, I washed my hands and took of the dough putting it on parchment paper and rolling it, “Toby, grab that pan and I’ll pass you pieces of the dough and you roll them and put them on the pan.”, he nodded rolling up his sleeves.

We started our small assembly line, making up at 20 cookie rolls and placing it in the oven. As we waited for them to cook, I washed the dishes while Toby helped, “Thanks for helping me,Toby.”, I said passing him the cleaned whisk, “No pproblem I like spending time with you.”, I smiled feeling myself smile too hard as I turned towards the sink, “Excuse me.”, Toby said softly grabbing my hip as he placed a bowl in the cabinet above me. His hand rested longer than it should’ve after he closed the cabinet I turned looking at him with a small smile, our eyes lingering on each other too long…

Beep beep

The oven went off making Toby jump a bit before he turned to turn off the timer. I breathed out softly, feeling a bit embarrassed. “How’d they turn out?”, I asked looking wiping my hands on the dish towel as he pulled the tray out. 20 perfect golden brown, gooey cookies appeared just as i expected. I squealed happily letting out a small howl feeling my mouth salivate at the yummy treat reaching it— just as I did I hit the hot tray instead letting out a loud yelp. Toby quickly grabbed my hand running it under cold water, “Ssshit, you gotta b-be more c-careful.”, I nodded a small pout forming across my face as he looked at my burn injury intently. “Itsss not too bad, but I’ll get a bandage just in case.”, I sat down watching Toby rummage through the drawer for a bandage, he finally found one. He wrapped my hand gently but firmly his rough hands holding mine, “There.”, I smiled looking up at him feeling my tail wag padding against the chair, “Thanks, Toby.”, “Am I interrupting something?”, we both jumped looking over to see Eyeless Jack walk in grabbing a cookie unfazed and walking right back out.

“Uh, cookies must be cooled off now.”, I said to break the silence. Toby nodded going over to grab a plate and two cups of milk, I poured the milk in the cups as he sat down with the plate, I grabbed a cookie holding it up, “Cheers.”, Toby clicked his against mine with a small chuckle, “C-cheers.”, we ducked our cookies in the milk and ate them. “This is amazing.”, he nodded in agreement.

-hope u guys enjoyed this small Drabble about one of my fav proxies ❤️🖤

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Yall so I found out I got high cholestero, yall got recommendations for healthier/ yummy food?

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“Not having enough space for anyone else’s pain”

marcus x fem reader, after Ginny and Marcus break up. Y/n comforts him(after Wellington play, mentions of spiked drinks reverse comfort)

Marcus sat in the backseat of his mom’s car, riding home from the Wellington play. Maxine was ranting about how excited she was for the second act of Wellington next week, he looked out the window mind elsewhere although he felt his phone burning in his pocket as he looked, once they made it home he quickly made it to his room and threw his phone on the bed running a hand through his hair feeling his chest squeeze and his vision blurry.

Your pov:

When you got the call you were at blue farm standing in line just about to grab dinner. “Hello?”, you said loudly over the loud chatter of newcomers from the play Marcus stayed quiet for a second before finally saying something, “I did it, y/n.”, I felt my heart break because I knew what he did, “Oh, Marcus i-I’m sorry.”, “Can we meet at the skatepark, please?”; I was at the counter Joe giving me a concerned look as I held up my hand so he could give me a second, “I’m at blue farm, I can pick you up after I get out of here.”, Marcus took a deep breath, “Yeah, okay thanks.” I hung up and ordered. “Hey, Joe uh can I get a burger but American cheese instead of Swiss and the truffle fries and a chicken tagine to go!”, he nodded, “any dessert or drinks?”, I nodded, “yeah, two frozen lemonades and two oversized cookies extra gooey.”, he sighed chuckling, “Seems like your ordering a pick me up.”, I nodded as I payed. I waited by the pick up bar when Padma came out with the to go bag handing it to me, “Here, y/n.”, I thanked her before turning and heading for the door finally making to to my car and heading to the Baker’s.

Y/n😊🙂‍↔️:

I’m outside

Marcus🖤🎨:

Coming

(Marcus pov:)

I got up grabbing my AirPods and heading downstairs (mom banned me from sneaking out through my window and I was too tired to fight with her.), “where are you going?”, Ellen called sitting on the couch with Clint watching tv. “Hanging out with y/n.”, she sighed, “You told her?”, I nodded. “Be back by 12, you got school tomorrow.”, I flashed her a thankful smile and left finding y/n waiting in the driver seat waving at me. I got in the passenger side, “Hey.”

(Your pov:)

I gave a sorry smile, “Have you eaten?”, I asked as I put the car in reverse backing out of the driveway and driving to the skatepark. “Um, earlier I had some coffee and a donut.”, I sighed stopping at the stop sign and looking at Marcus. “Well, I got you something.”, Marcus smiled, “Your the best.”, I nodded, “Of course I am.”, I finally made it to the skatepark, I parked and turned to Marcus taking in his expression— his tired eyes,messy hair and soft expressions told it all. “What?”, he asked letting out an awkward chuckle, “Nothing, come on.”, we got out and found a spot on a park bench overlooking the small newly made skate park. “Here, I got you the good stuff.”, I said as I handed the food to him, “Shit, you spoil me.”, I laughed looking out into the dark sky the stars dancing above us. “Lay it on me.”, Marcus began to explain what transpired as I listened intently.

(Marcus pov:)

I sighed, finishing my story. “I feel like shit, I loved her y/n. I did.”, y/n nodded, “I know, Marcus but she’ll understand with time.”, I looked at y/n feeling my eyes water, “It’s Ginny. You know she’ll never understand she has her own shit.”, y/n nodded. We sat in silence until my phone buzz, it was Max.

Max🥸😒:

Where are you?

Marcus 🖤🎨:

With y/n

Max🥸😒:

Oh. Stay safe

I sighed running my hand through my hair and laid back looking up at the sky. Feeling my body relax, “You brought your flask?”, y/n asked holding up her frozen lemonade. I smirked nodding, pulling it out of my jacket pocket and pouring vodka into the drink, she took a sip before squinting up her nose, “Shit, that’s strong.”, she coughed putting the drink down. I laughed, “I still gotta get you on the good stuff.”, she shook her head, “I’ll stick to my buzz balls, thanks.”

11:45 p.m.

(Your pov:)

We had finished up hanging out at the skatepark and finally made it back home, Marcus’s family was still up hence the light on in the living room. “Thanks for tonight.”, Marcus said hugging me. “Anytime, I knew you just needed someone to listen.”, I ruffled his hair handing him his leftovers, “Y/n.”, Marcus said quietly before looking at the ground, “Yes?”, there was a long pause before he looked at me. “Can I kiss you?”; I felt my heart begin to race in an instant, “U-um, Marcus you’re drunk.”, he shook his head, “And?”, I sighed. “Go inside.”, he pouted giving me a low whine. I playfully rolled my eyes, feeling my cheeks heat up, “You just broke up with your girlfriend, Marcus.”, he sighed,nodding. “Okayyy.”, he said rolling his eyes, I huffed, “Goodnight Mar-“, I felt soft lips crash into mine as an arm wrapped around me steadying me. “Mm,Marcus!”, I managed to let out looking at him with wide eyes he looked back at me, his eyes low and hungry. “Your lips are soft.”, he said softly. Before I could say anything else, Maxine came out of the house, “Marcus, Marcus are you drunk? I’m so sorry y/n.”, she apologized unbeknownst to what just happened as she wrapped an arm around Marcus and grabbed his plate. “It’s alright, take care you two.” She nodded, walking them back into the house as I stood there shocked. I was about to get in my car, when I saw Georgia standing at the curb by with a trash bag in hand looking at me with those sharp eyes. I opened my car door before waving nervously which she did right back before turning and walking back to her house. I sat in my car, hands on the steering wheel, “Shit.”, I breathed before driving home for the night.

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Hi so like I need requests for my new series I’m starting up, pls look at my masterlist if you have any ideas🫶🏾

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“Brunch After Thanksgiving”

(GIF by: @daniellarusso )

(Angst comfort, reverse comfort, bi Abby, fem reader, this is based off of S2Ep1, texting format as well, mentions of smoking and plus an impromptu sleepover, plus MCDONALDS!!😽)

(Abby’s pov:)

I stood in front of Maxine’s door nervously biting my lower lip, hearing voices inside. Mrs. Baker opening the door with a confused look, “Abby? Maxine didn’t mention you were coming over for brunch.”, I gave a small smile holding up my tray of pizza bagels, “Came to surprise her.”, Mrs. Baker stepped aside and let me in closing the door behind her as she led me to the living room, “Maxine, Abby’s here.”, I looked to see Max and Nora standing by the island table with with shocked faces. “Hey. I brought pizza bagels.”, I said nervously, Maxine gasped immediately going off on me, “No,what the hell you can’t just come in here and act like everything’s fine after such betrayal.”, I lowered the tray pulling at my sleeve feeling my chest tighten, “I-I’m sorry, max-“, she shook her heard, “Get out, your not a friend of mine.”, my eyes widened looking at Nora for help, she only flashed a sympathetic/sorry smile.

I turned quickly walking out of the home, getting in my car. I felt my breaths quicken and tears spill to the corner of my eyes as I pulled out my phone:

ABBY 🖤🙄 :

Y/n, are you busy

Y/n 🫶🏾😽:

No I’m not abs, You good?

ABBY 🖤🙄:

Can I come over? I need you rn

Y/n🫶🏾😽:

Things didn’t go well with max?

Abby🖤🙄:

Yea…

Y/n🫶🏾🙄:

Yeah, come over my parents aren’t home they went to a town hall meeting

Abby🖤🙄:

K.

(Your pov:)

The doorbell rang, I opened the door seeing Abby standing in front of me. The cool breeze passing by me, I sighed softly stretching out my arms, “Abby.”, she hugged me tightly I could feel her body shiver, gripping me tighter as if I’d slip away. “Thanks, for letting me come over.”, she murmured softly I gave a small smile, “Anytime, come on in I don’t want you to get a cold.”, I let her in as she took off her coat. “Come on, we can go to my room.”, we headed upstairs.

Later

(Your POV:)

Abby and I laid across the bed, as she explained what transpired at Max’s house, “See, she hates me, y/n!”, Abby shouted annoyed. “She’s just in her feelings. You don’t need them anyway, how about we make her regret turning you away.”, I said with a slight smirk, Abby smiled mischievously, “Hell yeah.”, I stood up grabbing my phone and plopping down next to her on the floor, holding up my phone. “Come closer.”, I said as I puckered my lips seeing Abby smiled, we took a few funny pictures, “We should post these. These’ll make her have a frickin meltdown.”, she said as she scrolled through the pictures, I giggled going towards my closet before turning around. “The night’s only starting.”, I said as I revealed the small purple bong and a lighter, Abby’s eyes lit up. I sat next to her handing her to bong as she prepped it while I scrolled to find a movie, settling on Legally Blonde. “Have you talk to Ginny lately? Heard she kind of ran away.”, i said focused on the tv.

(Abby’s POV:)

I blew a breath of smoke, groaning looking at y/n. “I saw her across the street, guess she’s fine I don’t know she’s a bitchhhh.”, I said lowly in a pissed off tone, y/n smiled at me, “Gimme.”, she said, taking a long drawl, “Sooo, what now.”, y/n said resting the bong next to me. Before I could tell me my stomach told on me a low growl making y/n stifle a laugh, “You sound like you got the munchies.”, y/n offered, I nodded, “I just want a greasy burgerrrr.”, she grabbed her phone, “Your lucky I love you..and that my parents pay for my uber eats.”, “fuck yes!”. We ordered McDonald’s and watched the movie while we waited.

Ding dong

(Your pov)

I went downstairs, feeling fuzzy as I grappled against the railing, opening the door to find a bag of food left. It smelled like greasy heaven, I grabbed the bag and headed back upstairs, to find Abby hanging upside down off the end of the bed playing a game on her phone, giggling. “Food is here.”, Abby gasped happily as she sat up, we started eating, i watched as Abby practically made love to the cheeseburger in front of her, “This is so fucking good.”, I smiled stuffing a mouth full of fries down my throat, “look up, Abs.”, I said as I pulled out my phone to snap a pic of her, “You look adorable.”; she rolled her eyes, “Gross.”, I pouted, “You do,though.”, she eyed me slightly as she finished her last bites, “Not as pretty as you.”, I smiled softly feeling heat come to my cheeks, I couldn’t tell if that was just the buzz or my feelings bubbling to the surface but I quickly shut it down as I ate my nuggets. We finished up and cleaned up, getting ready for bed, “Thank you for this,y/n.”, Abby said softly facing me. “Always, Abs. I don’t like seeing my prettiest friend cry over mean girls.”, even under the string lights of my room illuminating the room I could see her blush slightly as a smile spread across her lips. “Thanks.”

A few days later

(Texts between Maxine and Norah)

Max💅👹: DID YOU SEE Y/N AND ABBY’S POST ON INSTA?!

Norah💗🥰: yeah…

Max:💅👹: ugh, I can’t believe she made y/n my new arch nemesis

Norah💗🥰: okay, but you gotta admit there was totally sexual tension between the two👀

Max💅👹: 10000%

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This is my masterlist for TSITP fandom🫶🏾

Conrad:

Swing sets and Ocean breezes🌊❤️

“You promised”(angst)

Jeremiah:

Belly:

Taylor:

Steven:

Jeremiah:

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Should I make a sapphic?) Dork Diaries series?

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Hihi, this will be my masterlist for the new series of, “Rodrick’s New Calling”. I’d like to give a bit of a summary and to cleaner up future confusion my take of Rodrick and his family is based off the amazing work I’ve seen from, “Dysfunctional Perspective.” By MoonSXG1 (and I think others as well? But that’s all I’ve seen from google search 🥲). I want to clear that up so this is not much of a light hearted movie setting type of reality.

I’d also like to add that through the series, there are three different aesthetics of this reader because I’m indecisive if you don’t like that then reader the type of reader you do like simple as that. I’ve made mood boards and also playlists for the readers for my visual and audible readers so you can enjoy in more ways than one! That’s all I can say for now, I will add TW’s on every story if needed and reader at your own will. I’m slow on my writing because I get distracted and I have a life as well as you but I enjoy this, although it is still just a hobby, anywho! Enjoy! Luvs and kisses to all my followers and new comers 💗

Here are the links to the playlists plus Pinterest:

Pinterest:

Moodboards

Spotify:

Dottie/sweetheart ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა 💗

🤓🧘🏾‍♀️🦄(tumble reader)

🙎🏾‍♀️🖤📼(emo/gothic reader)

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Another edit by me

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Hihi yall im making a series of older! Rodrick x ditzy fem black reader but im doing three different aesthetics of the reader. I wanted to asked what kind of reader should i write about first as an intro?:

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My first edit 💗

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