#liked it when i finished it dunno whats going on upstairs

[brainrotisseriechicken]

havent drawn rhis dude in while here's a doodle

[princessbrunette]

telling rafe, "hm must've been one of ur other hoes," when he tries to scold you for doing something if that makes sense? like just trying to stop him from disciplining you with a little jokie joke but he's just like 😐😠

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you swing your legs where you sit at the kitchen table, pushing your spoon around your now empty plate as rafe storms all around the kitchen — doing whatever the fuck he needed to do. he’d been neglecting you lately, busy and scatterbrained — and when he got like this, you craved being a brat.

“you— you know you’ve been a real pain in my ass all day.” he complains, opening drawers and cupboards seeming to be looking for something. you blink, eyeing him with an obvious attitude.

“have not. barely said anything to you today.”

“exactly, that — that right there.” he clicks, whirling on you to point a finger before carrying on.

“you’ve barely been around, how can i talk to you if you’re not here? i dunno, but it wasn’t me. must have been one of your other little hoes—” it’s a low blow, and you know it, the oldest cameron at your side in an instant, roughly gripping at your cheeks.

“you wanna repeat that or you wanna get fuckin’ slapped? nah, go ahead. talk your shit.” he adjusts his grip to your jaw so that you could speak if brave enough to do so. you blink up at him, wide and glassy eyed expression only making him cement the idea of a punishment in his mind. “get the hell upstairs, n’don’t make me ask you twice.” he drawls, quietly, threateningly.

shamefully, you hop off the seat and stand — taking one step away from him before he yanks you back by the shoulder nearly making you stumble. in the same second, he slaps your ass so hard it would make your head spin before shoving you off to walk again.

“other hoes. the hell’s wrong with you?” he mutters to himself as you disappear, finishing up what he was doing in the kitchen before joining you.

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[ddejavvu]

mvm monday; bestfriend james Potter with a shyly horny-when-drunk reader!! just imagining him bluescreening n crashing when she mumbles out a gonna go touch myself now jamie, g’night

this post is 18+, minors dni.

You stand up at precisely 12:00 midnight, three hours into a party that you've drunk yourself silly at. James, who'd been sitting beside you, thigh happily pressed to your own, sends you a questioning glance, reaching out to grab the tips of your fingers as you sway slightly in place.

"Where you goin', love? Think you've had enough to drink." He looks up curiously at you, his own brain slightly fuzzy from booze.

"M'gonna go get in bed," You bend your thumb to squeeze his own fingertips, just barely not holding hands, "Gotta get up early tomorrow, 'n I wanna have enough time to masturbate."

James drops your hand. Then he goes back for it when you try to leave, lunging to catch you before you head upstairs.

"What?" He narrows his eyes, bushy brow scrunched, "What did you say, love?"

He must have misheard you, surely. After all, it's loud, the music is thrumming through his entire body, he's sure he's just mixed up your words.

"I'm horny," You whine, alcohol infecting the words that you'd never say sober, "I always get needy when I drink. So I've gotta touch m'self before I go to sleep, or I'll get all antsy."

"I- Alright..." James nods, dumbfounded. He blinks, once, twice, thrice, then lets your hand go, "Um- goodnight, love. Have a.. good time."

"I will," You giggle, leaning in to plant a sloppy kiss on his cheek, "Hey, Jamie? Do me a favor?"

"Uh," James flounders, not sure what he could possibly ethically offer you at a time like this, "What do you need?"

"Call me pretty," You beg, eyes wide and shiny and imploring, "I want to hear you say it so I can think about it later."

"You," James stammers, heart stuttering in his chest as his hand instinctively reaches for your cheek. He feels like he's taking advantage of you, even though you're the only one benefitting from this, and you've asked for it all.

"Uh, you're pretty. Gorgeous," He murmurs, gaze transfixed on your hazy eyes, "G'night, love."

"Night Jamie," You gush, kissing the pad of his thumb where it hovers by your mouth, and turning to head up the stairs.

Sirius rams into his back a minute later, where James is still trying to comprehend the situation. He's sure he looks possessed, standing stock still and staring at your closed door, but he doesn't care.

"Jesus, Prongs," Sirius scoffs, "Just stand in the walkway, will you?"

"She thinks about me." James informs Sirius, his voice a faraway whisper that barely hits the other man's ears, "She- she thinks about me when she..."

"When she...?" Sirius looks expectantly at James, "Plan on finishing your sentences anytime soon, big guy?"

James finally snaps back to attention, eyes almost comically wide as he looks at Sirius, "I have to go."

"Okay," Sirius chuckles, confused as James rushes for their dorms, "Hey- Hey don't run into those people!"

"What's he on about?" Remus steps up behind Sirius, and the shorter man looks back.

"Dunno," Sirius shrugs, "Mumbling something about Y/N, I think."

"So nothing new," Remus snorts, "Where is she?"

"'Think she went to bed," Sirius nods at your dorm door, still closed, "Probably passed out the second her head hit the pillow, poor thing drunk herself silly."

"James too," Remus scoffs, raising his cup to his lips, "'Guess it's nice they're equally lightweight, means they both crap out at the same time."

There's more similarities between you and James than just that, though. You're mirror images of each other in your rooms, the waistband of your pants and undergarments pressing to your thighs as your hands delve between them. You're twin sinners, each replaying the other's voice in your heads while you touch yourself, 'You're pretty. Gorgeous.' and, 'I want to hear you say it so I can think about it later'.

[hyunjin1e]

POISON, jess mariano

summary: jess has always kept to himself. never cared to like a girl since it “wasted his time,” but when he meets her…

pairings: jess mariano x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, smoking, making out, jess’ in love !

POISON

it all started with...

"jess, go help out that table," his uncle demanded, too busy sweeping the counter to look at him.

"yes, uncle Luke." huffed the boy, murmuring something under his breath, staring at his feet as they moved towards the table.

once his eyes locked with yours, as poetic as it sounds, the world around him, stopped.

"I-what can I get you?" he asked, quickly collecting himself as he awaited for your answer.

"uhh, a danish." you hummed, your eyes skimming the boy, seeing him for the first time.

his eyes looked down, spotting a book you've been reading, "pride and prejudice, huh?"

"you read?" to find someone your age, matter of fact, a boy, that reads, wasn't something you hear everyday.

"not much." was all he said.

oh.

"aha." you hummed as a reply.

"hemingway's better," the boy continued.

"yeah?" you raised your brow.

"yeah." he stared into your eyes, daring you to say something.

"jess! get the girl her goddamn food!" the boy, jess, rolled his eyes at his uncle, giving the girl one last smirk before leaving her table.

"one danish to that girl." jess stated, throwing the notepad onto the counter and making his way upstairs, deciding to finish his shift for the day.

jess was smoking a cigarette at the lake when he heard her voice again.

"smoking can kill you." you say as you sit down next to him, your legs dangling from the bridge.

jess looked at you, tilting his face a bit before averting his eyes back to the lake.

"yeah, well.." he didn't know what to say.

"it'll be a shame, too pretty to die." you said quietly, loud enough for him to hear, though.

"are you flirting with me?" the boy smirks, looking at your face once again.

"why, is it working?"

"well I feel quite flattered." he smiles, putting a smile on your face too.

"you're pretty too." he says after a bit of silence.

"thank you, jess."

"hey! you know my name, tell me yours."

"dunno, I like being mysterious." you gave a cheeky smile.

"please?" he tried giving you his best puppy eyes, which worked.

"y/n."

once jess heard your name come out of your lips, he paused, his eyes slowly drifting around your face, finally putting a name to the face.

"well, y/n, come walk with me?" he stood up, proposing his hand for you to take.

you take his hand, lifting yourself up and letting him take anywhere.

"what's with you and y/n?" Luke bursts into their shared room, startling jess, who has been leaning on Luke's bed, one hand holding his book.

"what do you mean?" his ears seemed to prick up at your name.

"you know what I mean! running around with y/n for 2 months now!"

"look, I might be in love with her." he stated.

"in love?! jess, you're 17." his uncle yelled confusingly.

"so?! im 18 soon. y/n is amazing, I've never felt like this before."

"I never saw you like this before!" Luke sighed, calming down. "just don't fuck up." and with a final nod, he left, leaving jess with a small smile on his face.

jess pulled himself up, reaching for the phone.

"y/n, hi." he smiled, biting his lip.

"jess!" your voice came from the other side, making his smile grow wider.

"meet me at the bridge in 5." and with that he ended the call, rushing downstairs and out the diner.

once he reached the bridge, he was out of breath. he ran so he could make it before you, so you didn't overthink if he bailed on you or not.

"jessie" you smile teasingly once you meet him.

"y/n." he did the same.

"anything you wanted to ask me?" you raise your brow.

"right! y/n, I know we only know eachother for a bit more than two months, but I fell for you. your smile, our share of love for books and music, your random rants late at night. I fell for you."

he awaited for your answer, his heart beating out of his chest, he has never done that before. the first time he saw you, he was addicted. it was like poison. you were poison.

but he loves it. he loves you.

"I fell for you too." your face hurt from smiling.

that was all jess needed for him to pull you into a long kiss, grabbing onto your neck, he kissed you long and good.

both could stayed like that forever.

[sluttywonwoo]

instead of you [part forty-one] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either. 

warnings: swearing, angst, alcohol consumption, smut (18+ ; mdni)

word count: 3.2k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

additional smut warnings: semi-public messing around, oral - m+f receiving

The other resorts along the shore were nice, yes, but they were also crowded to all hell. There’s no way you would have been able to relax at any of them. Not just because crowds make you anxious, but because Minho probably wouldn’t be able to show his face anywhere. He’d have to wear a hoodie to the pool or swim with a baseball cap on, and even those weren’t guaranteed to be foolproof. 

There were hardly any people occupying the outdoor spaces so late in the day so it was like you had the place to yourselves. You and Felix continued to play in the pool while Minho grilled steaks and Jisung worked upstairs. You offered to accompany Jisung while he cooked but he assured you that he was fine to do it himself. Sometimes you kept him company at home but you knew he liked to work alone as well. 

The room that you and Jisung were staying in was a standard hotel room but Nikki and Dom had a suite with a kitchenette that he could use to prepare the side dishes. 

You ate gathered around one of the fire pits as the sun sank beneath the waves in the distance. When it got too dark out, Dom lit the fire so that you could all see what you were eating. There were path lights littered around the resort but they weren’t bright enough to illuminate the adjacent sitting areas too. 

“I wish we had marshmallows,” you sighed. “We could roast them and make s’mores.”

“I think the bar sells little kits,” Jisung piped up. “I remember seeing a sign posted on their menu.”

“How convenient!” Nikki exclaimed. 

“Want me to grab some?” Minho offered, already standing from his seat. 

You had once again put yourself on the spot. Everyone was looking at you, waiting for your answer. 

“I-I’d feel bad. I’m the only one who wants them, so you don’t have to!”

“Don’t be silly, we’d all eat them,” Jisung assured you with a pat on your knee. 

“Yeah, I’ve always wanted to try s’mores,” Felix agreed. 

Your mouth dropped open in shock. “Wait, you’ve never had one?”

“They’re an American thing, babe.”

“Does that mean you’re the only other one here who has had a s’more?” you asked Jisung. 

“I might have had one before,” Minho added thoughtfully. 

“Might? You don’t remember?”

“Yeah, well, when we were on the first world tour we had a lot of bonfires and shit but I was pretty drunk at all of them so there could have been s’mores there, there could not have been. I dunno.”

“Anyway,” Nikki swooped in, averting the attention away from her eldest son’s anecdotes of underage drinking. “Minho, why don’t you go grab a few kits from the bar Ji mentioned? I think your father and I would like to try a s’more too.”

“How many do you think we need?” Minho asked. 

“It depends on how many each serves. Why don’t we start with two and if we run out of supplies we can send Felix up to get more.”

Felix made a face. “What, me?”

“It wouldn’t be fair to send Minho up twice,” Dom explained.

“What about Jisung?”

“He cooked dinner.”

“I’ll be right back,” Minho interjected, cutting Felix off before he could protest any further. “Does anyone want anything to drink while I’m over there?”

    He took everyone’s order and then disappeared in the direction of the bar. 

    “Do you think he’ll need help carrying stuff?” you whispered to Jisung after he left. 

“Oh, shit, maybe.”

“Should I go help him? Would that be weird?”

Jisung looked back toward his parents to check that they weren’t paying attention before answering. “No, I don’t think so. No one suspected anything other than me. Do you want me to go with you, though?”

“No, you cooked,” you reminded him, “you should stay and relax. I’ll go help him.”

He nodded. “Okay. Oh, but kiss me before you go.”

-

Minho was still waiting when you joined him at the bar. It was almost as deserted as the rest of the pool area. Only a couple of people were occupying the stools and they seemed to be strangers to each other, drinking in silence apart from the waves crashing on the shore nearby and the occasional sound of the blender.

“Hey, stranger,” you said, grabbing Minho’s attention with an elbow to his side. 

“Hey... did someone forget to ask for something?”

“No, I came to help you. We realized it’s a lot of stuff to carry all by yourself.”

He scoffed. “You doubted me?”

The bartender placed the drinks and s’mores kit down on the counter in front of Minho right at that moment, leaving both of you to size up all there was to bring back to the fire pit. 

“You could have carried all that without spilling anything?”

“Fine, maybe it’s good that you came,” he grumbled. 

“Maybe?”

He set his jaw and took a deep breath. “It is good that you came. Thank you for helping. Happy?”

“Ecstatic.”

You grabbed two of the drinks while Minho took the rest, holding the plastic bags of s’mores supplies between his teeth. 

Nikki and Dom cheered when you reappeared with everything. The twins looked marginally happier. It was honestly as much as you could ask for from them. 

You spent the rest of the evening teaching the Hans how to make, what was in your opinion, the perfect s’more. There were only a few skewers to go around so everyone had to take turns, but it was nice to be able to take your time with something and relax. There hadn’t been much time to do that on this trip. Jisung had warned you of that in the beginning but you were still way more exhausted than you expected to be at this point. At least it was almost over. 

The thought of the trip ending was one that you had been pushing to the back of your mind for weeks now. Especially now that Jisung knew what had happened, you didn’t want to think about what would happen when you went back home. Would you grow apart? Would he distance himself once he was no longer in forced proximity with you? Would Minho break up with you? It wasn’t just something you could ignore now. There were only a matter of days left. 

When it was over, you would go back to Seoul with the Hans until the summer ended officially. But that would be different too. 

“You’re burning your marshmallow, love,” Nikki said softly, putting her hand on your shoulder to get your attention. 

“Oh!” you exclaimed and pulled your skewer out of the heat. You blew the flame out and transferred it onto a graham cracker. 

“Do you want a new one?” Dom asked. 

“No, that’s okay! I like them burnt, actually. I just didn’t mean to leave it in the fire for so long. It could have made a mess.”

Jisung’s dad shrugged as if to say ‘suit yourself’ before taking the rod from you and reloading it with fresh marshmallows. 

If it was woodburning, the fire would slowly start to dwindle as the kindling turned to ash. Since it wasn’t, it was still burning as brightly as it had been at the start of the evening when Dom finally turned the propane off. Nikki collected the empty cups and dirty skewers to return to the bar. 

“Good night, kids. Don’t stay up too late.”

-

Felix was the first out of the four of you to go up to his room, leaving you with your best friend and... Minho. 

The pool area was completely empty by then. 

“I’ll uh, I’ll leave you two,” Jisung said and stood to leave. 

You grabbed his hand to stop him. “Wait, no, you don’t have to go.”

“Yeah,” Minho agreed, a little less convincingly. “You should stay.”

Jisung shook his head. “No thanks, I’d rather not third-wheel.”

“Ji-”

“Take as much time as you need,” he said to you. “Just don’t get fucking caught by anyone else.”

You waited for him to leave before slumping forward and sighing into your hands. 

“I thought you said he forgave you,” Minho whispered. 

“He did. That doesn’t mean he’s okay with it,” you sighed.

Minho leaned back and stretched his arm across the back of the loveseat, inviting you to sit with him. You crossed over to his side and joined him, allowing yourself to lean into his side. He wrapped his arm around you and squeezed your shoulder. It felt nice, to do something so domestic with him, even while sitting in complete silence. Still, you worried about someone seeing you.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked. 

“You.”

“What about me?”

“Just you.”

You didn’t want to give him the details and risk ruining the mood so you hoped he was content with that answer. Thankfully, he didn’t ask you to elaborate. 

You shivered suddenly, unintentionally but thankfully changing the subject. 

“Are you cold?” Minho asked. 

“A little.”

“Should I turn the fire pit back on?”

You shook your head. “No, it’s so dark out now. It’ll only draw attention to us.”

“I don’t want you to be cold, though.”

“I’ll be fine.”

Minho didn’t look convinced. “Why don’t we get in the hot tub? You still have your bathing suit on, right?”

“Are we allowed to?” 

He shrugged. “I don’t see why not.”

You followed Minho over to one of the many hot tubs on the property. It was tucked away behind the now-deserted tiki bar and also totally empty. Minho turned on the jets and ventured down into the water, holding his hand out for you to get in behind him. 

You let out a sigh as you sank into the bubbling water, closing your eyes and resting your head against the pool’s edge.  

“Better?”

“So much better.”

You looked over to see him smile. “Good.”

You hadn’t realized how cold you were until you were warm. The chill had seeped through your bathing suit too. You could feel it ebbing out of the fabric as well as your muscles the longer you sat in the water. 

Minho settled next to you and put his hand on your thigh. It was comforting even though his hand was still cold.  

“This is nice,” he said. 

“It is nice,” you agreed. “I like being able to do just nothing with you.”

“We don’t get a lot of time to do that, do we?”

“No, not really.”

“Guess that just means we have to enjoy it while we have it.”

You sat up to look at him, wondering if he meant something more than what was implied when he said that. He met your gaze and gave you a questioning look. 

“What?”    You shook your head and sank further into the bubbles. You were reading way too much into everything. You needed to get a grip. 

“What’s wrong?” Minho repeated. “Talk to me.”

“I’m scared to,” you finally admitted. 

It wasn’t much, but you were finally being honest with Minho instead of skirting around his questions like you usually did. You could tell your answer hurt him but you were afraid that you’d hurt yourself even more if you told him everything. You had a feeling the conversation was going there anyway, though, and there was little you could do to stop it. 

“Why?” he asked.

“Because I don’t know... what we are?” You cringed as you said it. “And I don’t want to ruin things by asking, you know, because I like what we have going on and I don’t want it to go away but I also don’t want to get my hopes up by thinking we’re something that we’re not but sometimes you do things that make me think you want something more than... whatever it is we’re already doing but- mph!”

You were cut off with a kiss, like something out of a movie. It was brief, but enough to disrupt your train of thought. You stared at him incredulously, trying to read his expression. 

His face was even but his eyes were warm. You wished you knew what he was thinking. Moonlight and the flickering flames of torches in the distance were just enough to illuminate his features. The quirk of his cupid’s bow, the flutter of his long eyelashes... 

 “What was that for?” you inquired, even though you knew what it was for. 

“You were spiraling.”

You sighed, dropping your head into your hands. “I can’t help it.”

“I know,” Minho said softly. “For what it’s worth though, I feel the same way.”

You lifted your head to look at him again, your vision slightly blurred by the water dripping down your face from your wet hands. “What?”

He hesitated. “I feel... what you said. I feel the same way.”

“I don’t even know what I said,” you laughed. 

“Me either, but I got the general vibe of it and I’m in agreement.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I... I thought I was making it kind of obvious that I wanted something serious with you.”

“You never said anything outright, though!”

“Because I didn’t know what you wanted,” he explained. “You never said anything either.”

“Well, you’re the man!”

Minho raised an eyebrow. “Oh, we’re going there? The feminism just evaporates from your body the moment you’re faced with confrontation?”

“See, you get it.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m telling you now, okay? I want you. In all the ways you’re willing to let me have you.”

You swallowed hard, eyes burning. You didn’t want to start crying and you didn’t want Minho to see you crying so you kissed him again, with more urgency this time. You couldn’t think, hell, you couldn’t breathe, until he pulled away, leaving you wishing and hoping for more.

When your lips met for the third time, he pulled you under with him, just long enough to shock your senses. You gasped for air when you surfaced, pushing your wet hair out of your eyes.

“You’re not supposed to do that!” you scolded, sputtering as you shoved him. 

He stumbled backward onto the bench, falling seated again and pulling you on top of him. 

“You believe that bullshit?” he scoffed. 

“It’s not bullshit! It’s not good for you to put your head under the water in a hot tub!”

“I know people say that but why?”

“I... I don’t know why,” you admitted, “but I know you’re not supposed to.”

“See, you don’t even know!” You gave him a look. “Will you accept an ‘I’m sorry’ kiss?”

“That depends, are you actually sorry?”

He didn’t bother answering. Instead, he kissed you anyway, cradling the back of your head as he slipped his tongue past your lips. He tasted like s’mores and whiskey and chlorine, a combination so strange you couldn’t wrap your head around it. 

One of his arms dropped to your waist, wrapping around your body and pulling you closer until your chests were pressed together. You could feel him through his swim trunks, growing harder by the second. You were tempted to take him right there, but you were in public and having sex in a hot tub couldn’t be good either, right? That sounded like an infection waiting to happen.  

“Upstairs?” Minho asked breathlessly, lips only centimeters from yours. Not for the first time you wondered if he could read your mind. 

You nodded. “Yeah, upstairs.”

-

You dripped your way back to his room, shivering despite the thick towel wrapped around your shoulders. 

“Wanna hop in the shower?” Minho asked between kisses as he fumbled with the straps of your bikini. 

“Yeah, don’t want to get your bed all wet,” you replied. 

“That would happen whether or not we had just been in the pool,” he joked. 

“Hilarious.”

“Jesus, you’re freezing,” he hissed. “Let’s get these off of you, they’re so cold.”

“Is that the only reason you want them off?”

“I think we both know the answer to that.”

You knew Minho was expecting to have sex in the shower but you kind of wanted to fuck on the bed so you sucked his dick while he washed your hair and then took turns rinsing off before moving to his bed. You put your hair up in a towel to avoid the aforementioned wetness and wrapped yourself up in one of the hotel’s robes even though you knew it’d be coming right off. 

To your surprise, Minho left your robe on. He just undid the tie around your waist and let it fall open before shouldering himself between your legs. It was kind of like putting a towel down. He was killing two birds with one stone that way: protecting the sheets and keeping you warm. 

It didn’t take long for you to cum in his mouth. Minho knew your body like the back of his hand by now. It had taken him a fraction of the time it took your past lovers to learn what made you tick and he used all of that knowledge to his advantage. 

He kept going after you came the first time, eager to pull another from you, but you pulled him up by the hair to get his attention before he could get too into it. 

“Too much?” he asked. 

“Want you to fuck me,” you urged.

Thankfully, he was receptive to this and moved up so that he could position himself on top of you. He notched himself at your entrance and kissed you as he pushed himself inside, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue before pulling away and wiping his face on your shoulder. 

“Ew!” you cried and tried to push him away. 

Minho looked offended. “What do you mean, ‘ew’? It’s you.”

“That doesn’t mean I want me all over what I’m wearing!” 

“Since when?” he joked. “Seems like it’s always all over what you’re wearing when you’re around me.”

“Can we please talk about something else?” you begged, suddenly embarrassed and grossed out at the same time. 

Minho laughed and pecked you on the cheek. “What would you rather talk about? The weather?”

You tightened around him as punishment, making him swear and bury his face in your neck. “Fucking hell, you succubus.”

You smiled politely and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer. “Don’t people usually say that if she can talk at all, you’re doing it wrong?” 

He narrowed his eyes at you. “I was just taking it easy on you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, this was for your benefit,” he continued. “Didn’t want to overwhelm you.”

“How gracious of you.”

He clenched his jaw as he started fucking you faster, muttering sarcastically, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was boring you.”

Ironically, you couldn’t respond right away, too caught up in the feeling of how deep he was inside of you to get any words out. 

“I forgive you,” you choked out finally. 

Your hands fell to his biceps, desperate for something to hold on to. You dug your nails into his skin, making him hiss through his teeth. 

“Harder,” he urged. You squeezed harder and he gasped. “Fuck yes, keep doing that.”

“Like this?”

“Just like that, baby. That’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

lmk what you think i always appreciate feedback!!

[sturniololoco]

My little cousin's (they can't use Tumblr) - can you do a SLS protective but like she got cheated on so they comfort her and talk to the boy (if you can't that's fine ik it's kinda weird they are weird)

Cheated On

Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

SLS’s POV

I don’t know why I ever agreed to come to this party with, my boyfriend, Jack, especially if he’s my even going to hang out with me.

My brothers dropped me off at Matts house, after I promised that he would drop me off by 12 o’clock tonight. Little to my knowlage, Jackhad planned to go to a party.

Where there was drinking involved.

I’m only seventeen, and I’m not stupid enough to go and mess around with things that could get me into trouble.

Jack was the complete opposite.

As soon as we got there, he took his hand off my waist and found some of his friends, and a cooler.

I went ahead and stood in the corner, drinking a Pepsi in a solo cup. This went on for another hour and a half, but I didn’t mind. This gave me an excuse to people watch. And Jack was having a good time, so I didn’t want to ruin his fun.

But it was getting late.

I pulled out my phone, texting Jack that it was already 11:45, and I needed to get home.

About 10 minuets later, I got no response.

across the room, I saw Henry, one of Jack’s friends. I walk over to him, and pull him aside from his beer pong game. He looked mad until he realized it was me.

“Where’s Jack?!” I half yelled over the loud music, screaming, and talking.

“He’’s upstairs, dunno why though.” He’s slurred with blood shot eyes. I rolled my eyes and quickly made my way up the stairs.

Trying to find my way around this mansion was harder then I thought, but I checked all the rooms but the one in the back.

Tired of searching for Jack, who should have been with me in the first place, I harshly push the door open.

I found jack to say the least.

Sucking faces with our high school whore.

They both looked up. The girls face lit up in a fake smile as she or off hi lap and brushed past me, going back to the party, leaving Jack and I Alone.

I didn’t move. Just standing there, not. Knowing what to do. Jack stood, and made his way over to me, grabbing my wrist.

“Baby, I-“ I ripped my hand from his grasp, readjusted my purse, turned from him, and walked out the damn door. I could hear him trying to catch up with me as I walked downstairs, out the front door, and halfway down to the next block over.

My eyes were dry.

“Baby girl, would you just stop and listen for a second, It wasn’t what it looks like! I-“ he started to say, grabbing my shoulder and turning me around.

“Really? Because what I saw was you making out with a girl who wasn’t me, and that’s a pretty hard thing to mistake.”

Jack stood there, moving his mouth, but no sound came out.

But I wasn’t staying any longer to hear his excuse.

“Bye Jack.” I turned the corner and walked down the street. Jack must’ve finally got the message, because he didn’t other following me.

Then it hit me.

The pain.

Tears began to fall and my throat began to ache. I sat on the curb with my face in my hands and began to sob.

Once my breathing was somewhat controlled, I pullout my phone. To call Matt.

It wrung once before he picked up.

“You’re Late SLS/N.” He said when he picked up. Glancing at the clock, It read 12:08.

“I-I know, I’m sorry. I really need a ride.” I say, my voice cracking.

“SLS/N, are you okay? Why are you crying.” I could hear him standing up ad grabbin the keys, telling Chris and Nick to get in the car.

“MattI’m fine. I just need a ride. I’ll text you my locations.” I finished, hanging up the phone, before I break down again.

It’s not long before I see head lights and Matts car pull up. I quickly scramble into the backseat next to Nick. Matt begins to drive away.

“Hey what’s wrong, sweetheart?” Nick asks, rubbing my shoulder.

“Nothing.” I say, wanting to forget that this night ever happened. Wanting to forget what I saw when I walked into that bedroom.

“Really, because that mascara shit all over your face says something different.” Chris says, eyeing me through the rear view mirror. Matt is quick to slap him on the arm while still watching the road.

“SLS/N, you can’t just call me, past your cerfew, crying and looking like shit and expect me not to worry.” Matt says, not doing much of a better job than Chris.

At that I crumple into Nicks side. He pulls me o him while I cry, shushing me while I couch and cry onto his shirt.

-

We get home and we walk into the house. I held Nick’s hand, not wanting to be alone. Mat, Nick, and I all go in and sit on the couch. Chris goes to the bathroom, and comes back with a warm, damp rag. He neels in front of me and whiles the mascara streaks off my face.

“Goddamn, what is in this stuff?!” He says, still scrubbing my face, though a little bit harder. I laugh through my tears and sniffle, regaining my thoughts and ready to talk.

Chris sits on my other side, and they all await my answer to why I was so upset.

“Umm. I-I…Jack cheated on me.” I say blankly, trying not to let my emotions get the better of me again.

“Aw SLS/N.”Nick says giving me a hug, which I gladly accept. “Can I be honest?” He asks me.

I nod.

“He was a fucking douchebag and I hated him anyway.” He states, not breaking the hug. I giggle, squeezing him tighter.

While this was going on, Matt and Chris look at each other. Giving each other a knowing stare.

“Guys…?” I say.

“Hey!” Nick says, snapping them out of it. “Why don’t we have a little movie night to get the sprits back up. Hmm? That sound good?” I nod, standing up and going to get a drink and some candy from the fridge.

Nick’s POV

I waited for SLS/N to walk into the kitchen before I spoke.

“I’m fine with whatever you two do, but if you get arrested, I’m using your own money to bail you out.” I say.

Chris and Matt smile at this and get up, Matt grabbing his keys, and Chris starting to head to the car before SLS/N came back.

I hear the car pull out of the drive way, knowing that they’re on their way to Jacks house.

SLS/N’s POV

I walk back into the living room, only to see Nick, and no one else.

“Nicky? Where did the boys go?” I ask.

“I uh… I think they went to get some more candy. They said we could start the movie without them.” He says, patting the seat next to him for me to sit down. I grab a blanket from the basket in the corner and snuggle up with Nick.

Chris’s POV

Matt and I walk back into the house, me with bruised knuckles and Matt with a cracked lip.

In the living room, Nick and SLS/N are asleep, a show playing on the TV. Matt walks over and gives SLS/N a kiss on her head, then says,

“Im going to bed, Man. I’ll see you in the morning.” He gives me a half hug, then heads to his room.

I lay on the couch, scrolling through my phone, when I hear movement from the other side of the couch.

“Chris?” I hear SLS/N say in a sleepy voice, sitting up and rubbing her swollen eyes.

“hey kiddo. C’mere.” I say, opening my arms as she crawls over to me. She lays her head in the crook of my neck, and I rub her back. She sighs softly and falls back asleep. I kiss her in the head and drift to sleep myself.

-

Matt’s POV

I woke up around 630 today and went out in the living room to wake SLS/N up for school. She was laying on Chris, who was scrolling through his phone. She groaned when I told her we needed to go so I could drive her to school. -

Pulling into the school, I could tell she was getting nervous. I grab her hand and give it a little squeeze.

“hey, don’t worry about him. Everything’s gunna be fine.” I say. She nods, giving me a smile.

“Call me if you need anything.” She nodded again and leaned over to give me a quick kiss on the cheek, before getting out of the car and going into the building.

SLS/N’s POV

Walking into school, I immediately felt better, especially when I saw Jack with a black eye and a busted lip.

My brothers are crazy I thought to myself, shaking my head and smiling. I snapped a quick pic behind Jacks back and sent it to our siblings group chat, then went about my day.

Idk y this was so hard for me to write 😂 I fell like it sound corny! Keep at it with the requests tho!!!

[wndaswife]

can i request a fic with any wanda variant really but reader having an oral fixation and wanda soothing it with her fingers or breast 😅 Thank you !

wanda maximoff x gn!reader

tags: smut drabble, fluff, oral fixation, breast suckling, strap ons, blowjobs, deepthroating, cockwarming, mommy kink, dom!stepsister!wanda maximoff, sub!reader. MINORS DNI.

smut prompts

Going home right after your class on Thursday, you were picked up by your parents, bags of your things in the backseat. Your stepsister wasn’t able to come pick you up as she had a midterm for three hours after you’d be leaving your place. You were practically bouncing off the interiors of the car as you anticipated seeing her again.

Wanda finished her test early when you arrived, and she left the house to greet you and your parents. While your parents went into the house carrying some of your bags, you darted over to Wanda and lept onto her, arms tightened around her shoulders as you hugged her, giggling against her head.

“Wanda!” you cheered.

She spoke equally as excitedly in your tight hug, “Baby! I missed you so much.” One arm was wrapped around your ass, holding up as you wrapped your entire body around her, the other wrapped around your waist. She pressed dozens of kisses to the side of your head and down your neck, biting at your skin teasingly when she let you down carefully. 

She wheeled your luggage in as you trailed behind her, both hands around hers as she led you upstairs. 

You spent time in your bedroom later that night after dinner because Wanda had her last midterm tomorrow. After an hour of kicking your feet in the air and trying to focus on anything else, you opened her door to step into her room. Her room was always unlocked for you.

Wanda looked up from her notebook, her dark pen’s writings sprawled across the pages. “What is it, angel?” she asked, placing her pen down and straightening to look at you.

“Miss you,” you mumbled awkwardly.

Your stepsister pushed back from her desk and spread her arms to you, allowing you to come sit on her lap. With a wide grin that made Wanda smile in turn at the sight, you hurried over to her. You lifted a leg over her legs, then straddled her thighs with your own before plopping yourself down in her lap.

You started tugging on the lacy trim of Wanda’s tank top. Several of your fingers had been stuck in your mouth during the last while as you tried to soothe yourself, but you were still antsy.

She exhaled with a twinge of irritation and put her pen down again to lean back and look at you. “What’s on your mind now, Y/N?”

“Dunno,” you said, muffled by your lips’ position pressed up against her chest.

Wanda reprimanded, “Y/N, speak clearly. I can’t hear what you’re trying to say.”

You raised your head from Wanda’s chest, but you were no clearer with what you were trying to say than before. Your fingers just kept tugging at the trim of her tank hesitantly.

Your stepsister’s expression softened at your hesitancy and when she realised what you wanted. She really did miss you so much. “You want to suck, baby?” Wanda asked, taking your chin with her fingers and making you look at her. You nodded weakly.

Slender fingers were laid against the back of your head and Wanda pulled you in to kiss your forehead. “Alright, darling. All you had to do was ask,” she said and leaned down to place another kiss to the space between your eyebrows. Wanda tipped your head down so you could watch the way she pulled her tank top down, exposing her full breast and erect nipple. “Alright, my little one. Come suckle on mommy.”

Gladly, you listened and slid down a little to position your face in front of her breast. You looked up at Wanda again who nodded approvingly before you moved forward and wrapped your lips around her rosy peak, smooth ivory skin filling your sight. She moaned in both pleasure and relief, having you suckle her for the first time in what felt like centuries. 

“That’s right. I know this makes you so happy,” your stepsister praised like you were a tiny animal. She felt you smile against her, teeth grazing her nipple gently. “Those soft lips,” Wanda whispered. She cupped your cheek. “That’s my good pet. Just like that for mommy.” She looked into your eyes as she spoke to you, her voice a low comforting hum.

Wanda returned to her studying as you suckled her. She pulled down her top completely so both her breasts were uncovered for you, and another melodic moan left her as your lips wrapped around her other nipple. Your tongue flicked over the hardened buds occasionally, giving her pleasure as she gave you yours.

When she finally finished her work, Wanda spent the night forcing your head down as you deepthroated her strap, then laid you across her bed with your ass up in the air while she fucked your pussy exactly how you liked it, leaving you to be her braindead whore again, as was your natural state, drooling over her pillows. 

Her cock laid snugly between your pussy folds throughout the night as the two of you fell into a deep gratifying slumber next to each other for the first time in a while. Wanda's fingers were in your mouth as you sucked them sleepily, and rested against your tongue between your parted lips overnight.

[ivorryskies]

Armed detective agency x reader

Where the whole detective agency are on a vacation ,camping. In the place they are camping, there is a haunted house and somewhere in the house there is a statue. Obviously dazai decides that they explore the house in teams,the first team who finds the statue wins. So the reader is paired with dazai:3 you continue. (BTW reader and dazai are besties though dazai feels something for the reader that's not the concern tho.) the reader,she hates horrors^^

➼Authors note: Ofc I can! I love this idea and I started writing right away but I'm so devastated I wrote a whole fic of atleast 1k words :( and it discarded and I've been mourning over it. I'm so sorry it took long I have exams! I'm just really sad about the fic 😭💪🏻

➼Pairings: dazai x reader

➼Summary: an unexpected trip to a haunted house with dazai, turns into something out of a movie

YOU AND ME ALWAYS FOREVER

You and Dazai were unpacking necessities when you heard Yosano from beside you sigh tiredly and say "finally a well deserved break". "did we really have to come here out of all the places" Ranpo whined eating his donuts he insisted to bring. "i think camping is a nice idea! we can have smores!" you chirped. "speaking of smores about the fire Atsushi and Kyouka arent back yet with the wood. we need it to start the fire" Tanizaki said with Naomi on his arms. "i can go find some too!" Kenji said happily. As if on cue Atsushi and Kyouka both came running to the lot.

"Guys! we found a mysterious house which has a sign outside it has some statue carved on it with a question mark?" Atsushi said panting catching his breath when while Kyouka drops the wood off to tanizaki. "entertainment!" ranpo stood up happily as his donuts were finished. "we have a scheduled plan to stick to? And right now its time to set up a tent". "no~ Kunikida kun we should all explore the house who knows what we may find! maybe a cute lady again willing to kill herself too~?" dazai teased. "oh shut up" you groaned elbowing him. "atsushi what type of house is it?" you asked maybe some people still were living in it. " it wasnt new at all it was old and rotten, really big though and electricity and water had been cut off when me and Kyouka tried the lights at the enterance".

"its...a...haunted...house?" you said worried, swallowing a lump down your throat. "i doubt its haunted but yes its old" Atsushi said before trying to convince Kunikida. Dazai walked to you and said " 'name' are you scared~ you looked pale when he mentions haunted". you snapped back to reality and said " so what?! ive heard many stories that go about the same story and they do not end up well!" you said defensively. " im here with you after all, do you really have to be scared". you stared "i dunno youre unpredictable you'll proabably make it scarier" he laughed at that before everyone was led by atsushi to the house.

Ranpo and Dazai deduced that the sign meant they had to find a statue somewhere in the house and it could be valuable. Dazai suggested everyone split into teams of 2 and exclaimed "team who finds the statue first wins!!". The teams were, Ranpo and Kunikida, Naomi and Tanizaki, Yosano and Kenji, Atsushi and Kyouka and You and Dazai. Everyone and split up until no one was in sight, Dazai inquired that you guys start upstairs since its more likely to be there. There was no light, the only source of light you all had was a flashlight in Dazais hands. You were scared. You kept seeing things. You just felt like something touched you on you shoulder when you looked back to see Dazai holding a torch to his face "boo~" "AAH WHAT THE HELL?! DONT DO THAT!" you jabbed his arm and he laughed teasing you.

You both went into some sort of library and this house was HUGE, atleast 3 stories and really spacious with alot of rooms. Dazai was skimming through some books while you kept looking behind your back. That was when you saw something standing in the corner. You shook Dazais arm and he looked over to you "yes donna-" "is there something standing there..." you said paranoid and pale youre fingers began trembling. He shined the light there and there was nothing. "its nothing 'name' dont be scared im here~" you would have told him to shut up only if you werent so scared so Dazai sighed and held your hand before saying "the statue is on the 3rd floor corner room, its quite dark there so close your eyes, ill guide you through" he said actually serious.

You looked back at the corner you saw something at and then at Dazai and nodding shuddering. You shut your eyes and Dazai quickly led you through squeezing your hand reassuringly some times. Though it seemed Ranpo and Kunikida had the same idea when both of the teams reached the spot where the statue is. You were still holding his hand looking around when you felt something up your leg which made you jump. "donna you dont have any reason to be scared anymore were not alone~". you didnt care you just wnated to go back out. You couldnt take the creepy aura from the house and soon enough everyone gathered outside to tell about the statue and whatever else they found interesting. Like atsushi and Kyouka found an old piano.

Everyone was heading back to the camp site but you didnt realize Dazai was still holding your hand but slowly you stopped shaking and sighed "thank god we didnt die or you and me would always be forever if we got killed by a ghost!" he laughed at your comment and said " you sound it like its a bad thing" you looked at him dead pan and then shuddered, "just forget it this was enough terror for the day". He smiled he couldnt help but feel something, something he never felt, he liked it. he repeated "you and me...always forever..?"

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 355: That was Then, This is Now, p7

He slowly woke up. He was in my lap, we sat in his old desk chair. I wanted the first thing he felt and saw and smelled to be my breasts. My heartbeat to be the first thing he heard. 

He nuzzled into me like a bug in a rug. I held him there, keeping him warm. My breasts are really big.

“th-thank you,” he uttered as his first words, his muffled voice coming from my chest, “that was amazing.”

“You're welcome sweetie,” I told him, reliving again how I made him come, still tasting him and seeing the expression he’d had  on his face, like - what do they call it? - rapture. But that was nothing, hun. Tonight I’m gonna make you a sperm fountain haha.

“what time is it?” he muttered again from inside my cleavage trying his best not to get lost in his omg new world. 

“Shhh it doesn’t matter.” I hushed him, “the girls are handling your patients. All you have to do today is finish your paperwork for Gianna. We don’t want to make her any madder than she already is.”

I giggled, and felt his little body shiver.  “It’s okay, baby, I’ll help you,” I said, “We’ll set you up in my office, where you can work. Then when you’re done I can bring you home with me. I’ll cook you dinner again.”

He paused.

I can feel you thinking. I guess your mind is clearer after I clean you out and I dunno if I like that. 

He tried to pull himself out of my chest and looked up into my eyes as he stammered. ”I…I think I should s-stay in my own bed tonight,” he said finally. 

NO.

Wait, hold on Missy. Maybe…maybe that’d be okay. Maybe that’d be good for him. To have a night to himself.  For him to see how cold he gets without me. 

“If that’s what you want honey I understand,” I said. 

He kept his eyes locked on mine for a long, quiet moment. I think he was looking for a sign that this was really okay. That I wasn't upset. Finally, he looked down at himself. I almost giggled again. Everything was ripped. 

”I n-need new pants,” he said, as I felt him start to shift in my lap. Immediately I had the urge to cling him to me. “I’ll go upstairs to change…?”

You’re looking for my approval, aren’t you?

“Want me to come with you?” I asked, still resisting the urge to just wrap him up and put him in my dress with me, keep him there all day.

“n-no, I’m okay.”

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[estrellami-1]

Soft Touch Baby

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10 | Pt 11 | Pt 12 | Pt 13 | Pt 14 | Pt 15 | Pt 16 | Eddie’s POV | Song | ao3

Robin wiggles around excitedly. “I like the sound of this.”

Steve rolls his eyes. Still can’t look her in hers. “I kinda cried all over him, Robs. Literally nothing romantic or suave about that. At all.”

She wiggles again. “Okay, yes, but the emotions! Tell me!”

Steve sighs, but they both know he’d never deny her anything. “He just kinda… held me. And then when I finally pulled back, he didn’t actually stop touching me.” He knows she can see the blush he feels rising on his cheeks. “And, uh. He made me pancakes.”

“Oh my god. Steve. What time was it?”

He’s pretty sure his blush is all the way down to his chest now. “Like three.”

“Steve.” Somehow his name has eight syllables and lasts twelve seconds.

“Yeah. We didn’t finish them all, so I stuck them in the fridge and we went back upstairs. He, uh, followed me into my room.”

Robin grins. “And into your bed?” His lack of reaction is answer enough, and she shuffles excitedly again.

“Then I wake up, and it’s way too early, and I’m really comfortable, and I realize sometime during the night I kinda octopused onto him. And, uh.” He bites his lip again. Takes another bite of ice cream. “He was holding me, too. But I’m an idiot, so I moved, and he woke up, and…” he shakes his head. “He asked if I was awake. God, Robs, his face. Y’know that face someone makes when they wake up and it’s bright so they’re kinda halfway smiling?”

“Yeah?”

“That. So he asked if I was awake, and I shook my head, and he, uh. Pulled me back down. I don’t think I’ve ever fallen asleep faster. Then I actually wake up, later, and he’s playing with my hair and oh my god Robin I want to date him.” He bends over the ice cream. Robin giggles again and pushes him up via a palm to his forehead. “So I remind him we have more pancakes, and we just kinda mess around some-” he catches her look and presses the ice cream carton into her thigh, relishing in her yelp. “Not like that, Robs, Jesus. We’re joking around, and then we get serious, and I’d said earlier how I slept really well, and so just then he says that he slept really well, too, and we kinda made an agreement that if we needed it, or… or something like that, we could call each other. No questions asked.”

“You know this, like, way crosses any sort of platonic line in the sand there once was?”

Steve snorts. “I kinda assumed, yeah. So he left, I dunno, something about the band, and I immediately called you. And now here we are.”

“Here we are,” Robin agrees. “Steve.”

“Robin.”

“I’m really happy for you.”

The blush is back. “Thanks.”

They put in the movie, quoting as much of it as they can. About five minutes in, it turns into an unspoken competition. Steve wins. He’s not sure Robin doesn’t let him.

She leaves with the movie after it finishes, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “See you later?”

“As you wish,” he grins, laughing when she groans.

He turns around after closing the door and sighs. Alone isn’t his favorite thing to be, so he puts in a random cassette as he cleans up.

He doesn’t wait by the phone, doesn’t linger as he’s heading upstairs to go to bed, doesn’t unplug the phone and carry it up to his room. Except in all the ways he does.

The phone doesn’t ring that night. The next morning, Steve very carefully doesn’t feel anything.

A few nights pass before he wakes up gasping again, screwing his eyes shut and pressing the heels of his hands into them. He mutters a curse before sitting up and reaching for the phone.

It rings just as he touches it. He jumps a foot in the air, heart hammering in his chest all over again.

He answers, taking a deep breath as he picks it up. “Hello?” He curses the way his voice shakes, hopes the caller won’t notice.

“Come over?” Eddie’s voice is small.

Steve breathes out in relief. “Yeah. I’ll be right there.”

“I’ll unlock the door.” The line clicks off.

Steve breathes in. Breathes out. Grabs his keys and walks out.

The radio’s playing quietly as he starts his car, and it’s a welcome distraction from his thoughts. He leaves it on, turns it a little louder, taps along to the beat on his steering wheel, nods along. Quietly sings some of the words he halfway knows.

He’s at Eddie’s trailer before he knows it, walking right in like he knows Eddie was hinting at, making just enough noise he won’t startle him.

He’s sitting on the couch, staring at the blank TV, before slowly slotting his eyes over to Steve. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

Pt 11

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[reasonandfaithinharmony]

2023 writing gif-making round up

Rules (adapted for fic, gifs, art, etc.): Share what you made this year! It can be works you posted to Ao3, Wattpad, Tumblr, or anywhere else! You can share everything you made or just the projects you're most excited about. Thank you for the tag, @thisbuildinghasfeelings!

January

Um. Coming to terms with the idea of 2023? I dunno. But certainly nothing creative happened here.

February

Boyfriend → husband (Schitt's Creek) — A side-by-side comparison of how David refers to Patrick in season 4 and season 6. (Brought to you courtesy of a lovely text post by @jesuisici33.)

David questioning Stevie's motives (Schitt’s Creek) — A fun look at David's expressive face. 😄

March and April

An existential crisis. Or two. Or five. 🙃 Managed to finish absolutely nothing.

I did come in contact with a lot of 911 Lone Star content, however. Which explains everything that follows. Oops?

May

Marry me. (911 Lone Star) — Ah, my first gif set for this show. A parallel of TK referring to Carlos as his husband when he proposes, and then during their wedding ceremony.

Wedding → honeymoon (911 Lone Star) — Holding hands right after they first kiss as husbands. (Promo footage that didn't actually make the final episode cut). And holding hands poolside on their honeymoon.

Note: From here on out, everything in this list is for Lone Star, unless otherwise specified.

June

TK and Andrea helping Carlos get ready — A parallel set highlighting similar moments from Best of Men and a deleted scene from In Sickness and in Health

We almost forgot. Your boutonnière. — In which I attempt to put a couple pieces of unaired footage back together: the deleted scene with Andrea and Carlos + promo footage of what must be the same scene

Heart tutorial — Danielle Savre and Stefania Spampinato teach Rafael Silva how to make a heart sign with his hands at the First Responders Reunion 🫶

July

🤨 (affectionate) — Listen. I love this dynamic. Had to do the parallel set.

Nothing ever stays the same, Carlos. — A look at TK and Carlos' conversation in 2x04 in parallel with Carlos' wedding vows. The first set I wanted to do for Lone Star. Took me a while to get to it because I wasn't sure how to put it together.

August

TK needs you all to RSVP — My first attempt at this type of post. Incorrect quotes? Text post memes? I don't know what to call them, really. But it was definitely fun. And then it became the thing I did most often. Lol.

And if it never changes? // What if everything changes again? — A parallel set for me and ~5 other people, putting Tarlos in 2x04 side by side with Marcel the Shell with Shoes On

September

You're a menace to society *smooch smooch smooch* — My next incorrect quotes/meme post. And my contribution to ascribing cat-like behavior to TK.

I like him a normal amount — A fandom reaction gif, essentially. Courtesy of Joey Tribbiani on Friends.

Love is stored in humans finding out we can make heart shapes with our hands — Had to revisit the heart tutorial for Rafa. This time as one of the incorrect quotes/text posts.

When you can be silly and slutty with them — Oh, I had fun with this look at TK and Carlos' relationship. 😍

Pretty sure this happened at least once — In which we learn TK was seen trying to catch a frog outside the firehouse. Obviously.

October

Carlos is lit like an angel — Commentary on that beautiful moment from 2x02 where TK falls into Carlos' arms.

I put my emotions into my cooking. // This tastes… horny? — A playful and sexy look at Carlos in the kitchen with TK, and then heading upstairs… 😏

I adore you. Why are you like this? I’m going to kiss you with such fervor… — Oh, just exploring the Tarlos relationship dynamic with a text post and a scene from 3x18.

November

Unedited Gif Game (26 entries so far) — This has been very fun. I think it was good for me to have a bunch of low-stakes gif projects where I was not in charge. Lol. I will spare you individual links to each of them. But they should all be in the tag linked here. I will probably make this an ongoing thing, as long as it's not annoying everyone.

December

Episode vs. Promo: Yee-Haw (1x02) — Let's start diving into some more unaired footage, shall we? And let's start with some alt takes on that first make-out scene.

Missing moments: then and now — From an almost-kiss in 1x02 to an alt kiss from their wedding.

You're a miracle, TK Strand. My miracle. — A rather large close-up gif of that alt wedding kiss. Why? So we can see the teardrop that beads up under Carlos' eye.

Tags below the cut…

Tagging: @rmd-writes, @reyesstrand, @strandnreyes, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @carlos-in-glasses, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @birdclowns, @welcometololaland, @lizzie-bennetdarcy, @rosedavid, @heartstringsduet, @noxsoulmate, @chicgeekgirl89, @paperstorm, @tailoredshirt, @guardian-angle22, @swearphil, @carlos-tk, @three-drink-amy, @orchidscript, @danieljradcliffe, @lightningboltreader + open tag!

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

Aaaand it's finished! If you're in the mood for a sweet, super fluffy Ed/Stede fic with lots of hurt/comfort, emphasis on the comfort, check this fic out! This is a 55k E-rated modern AU in which our boys are herpetologists, and snakes may be scaly but this fic is very fluffy.

Sweet little excerpt under the cut if you'd like a taste of what to expect!

The New Year’s party was great, at first, but as the night wore on, Ed noticed Stede spending more and more time sulking quietly near the walls, instead of actually hanging out with the crew.

“Hey.” Ed nudged Stede’s elbow. “You know the best place to see the fireworks? You can actually get up onto the roof if you have a key.”

“Really?” Stede still looked a bit distant, but he nodded. “That sounds nice.”

“C’mon.” Ed gave him a quick, playful peck on the cheek before taking his hand and leading him to the door.

Someone - probably Lucius - wolf-whistled at them at they were sneaking out, and Ed shot a good-natured middle finger to the room in general.

Ed led him upstairs to the fire escape, then ushered him onto the roof of the facility with a flourish.

The accessible portion of the facility roof was small and simple, just a concrete ledge that really wasn’t tall enough to have a good view of anything except other buildings and dirty streets. There was an old folding chair and a cardboard box that served as a table, upon which sat an ashtray and a faded, half-full box of cigarettes.

“I used to come up here all the time.” Ed patted the folding chair fondly before leading Stede to the edge of the roof, plopping down and sitting with his feet dangling over the edge. “It’s quiet. Peaceful.”

“Hm.” Stede sat next to him, craning his neck up to see the stars. It was a clear night, and despite the city haze, they could still make out a few little pinpricks of light.

Ed used to sit up here, looking at those same stars and wishing he was different. He was almost surprised to notice he didn't really want that, not anymore. “Gonna tell me what’s up?”

Stede’s breath steamed in the air.

“I just…” Stede sighed, faltered, started again. “This is another year gone, isn’t it? And it’s making me think - Ed, I’ve wasted so much of my life. I wish we’d been able to meet each other sooner.”

Ed heard what he meant, which was I wish I’d loved you longer.

“Sure,” he said. “Me, too. What do you think it’d be like now, if we’d met each other - I dunno, twenty years ago?”

“We’d probably be married by now,” Stede said.

“Oh, definitely,” Ed nodded. “But I think sometimes that things had to work out just the way they did, for everything to turn out right. I think you came into my life at the perfect time.”

As much as he loved Stede, he wasn’t sure Stede would have loved him, back when he was younger. Or maybe thinking about all that missed time would make him go insane if he dwelled on it for too long. Either. Both.

“Maybe,” Stede said thoughtfully, as if he’d been able to hear what Ed had been thinking. Sometimes Ed half-thought he could. “I don’t know. I can’t imagine knowing you and not loving you. As far as I’m concerned, I’ve loved you since you were born, I just didn’t know it yet.”

That was so fucking sweet, Ed had to kiss him, and he was a bit startled when he pulled back to see tears in Stede’s eyes. “Aw, babe, what’s the matter?”

Stede scrubbed at his eyes with a knuckle, letting out a frustrated little sigh. “It’s not fucking fair,” he said. “We’re not young, Ed. And we don’t know how much longer we’ve got left, or…”

“Oh, babe.” Ed wrapped his arms around Stede, pulling him close and letting him rest his head in the crook of his neck. “We have time, Stede.”

“You don’t know that, though,” Stede said, his face crumpling. “We don’t have any idea how much time we’ve got and - Ed, it scares me so much I don’t know what to do with myself.”

“We don’t know, sure, but…” Ed sighed. “I don’t know about you, Stede, but I love our life too much to waste what time we’ve got left worrying about when it’s gonna end.”

The first firework made them jump. If Ed listened, he could just make out the sound of the crew cheering inside.

“Oh, look at that,” Ed whispered. “Happy new year, Stede.”

Stede rested a hand in Ed’s hair, pulled him in for a kiss. “Happy new year.”

It really wasn’t the best place to see the fireworks, but Stede still gasped and oohed at them like it was.

“Hey, Ed?” Stede shrugged one arm out of his coat and wrapped it around Ed’s shoulders. He’d noticed Ed was shivering before Ed did. “What’s the plan now?”

“The plan?” Ed raised an eyebrow. “I mean, I reckon we kiss a bit more, then we go back in, party with the crew for a while longer, and manage to kick everyone out before three a.m. if luck is on our side.”

Stede nodded. “And…then?”

“Then…” Ed twined their fingers together, looked down at their joined hands. “We’ll go home, sleep in super late because we’re not built for staying up like this anymore. And then we’ll go back to work, and you’ll teach and I’ll be here, and we’ll spend time with the crew and when we get home you’ll fuck me so good it’ll blow my fuckin’ mind. That sound about right?”

“Mhm,” Stede nodded. “What else?”

“We’ll get married,” Ed went on, “and we’ll look out for our friends, and they’ll look out for us. We’ll go visit my mama when we can. And we’ll do loads of boring shit and it'll be amazing. We’ll go grocery shopping together, and you’ll pick up my meds when I forget to go to the pharmacy, and I’ll remind you to drink water when you’re in your office and you forget. And sometimes you’ll be a giant bitch over something trivial and it’ll piss me off, and sometimes I’ll forget to eat lunch and then act like a total dick, and it’ll piss you off. One day, you’ll decide you want to paint the kitchen teal, or some shit like that, and we’ll get into a big stupid fight about it before we realize we’re both being total dumbasses, and we’ll talk about it. And we’ll figure things out together. Because we’re on each other’s side, always.”

Ed leaned into Stede’s side, tucking his face into his shoulder. “One day, we’ll finally retire - probably later than we should, because you love teaching and I don’t know how not to be working, y’know? But when it actually does happen, it’ll be okay, because we’ll still have each other. Maybe we’ll move somewhere where we can see the beach. And we’ll die in each other’s arms.”

Ed kept his face buried in Stede’s neck as his silly speech tapered off abruptly. When Stede spoke, his voice was tight. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Ed nodded, pulling back so he could meet Stede’s eyes. “I think we’ve been through enough that we won’t have to be without each other. I won’t lie, man, it scares me too, not knowing how things are gonna shake out, in the end, but I love what we’ve got. I don’t want to waste a single second worrying about things we can’t control.”

Stede managed a watery smile. “We’re in love. Fuck everything else.”

“Damn right,” Ed whispered. Ed held out his pinky. “What do you think? Sound like a plan?”

Stede hooked his pinky around Ed's. “Sounds like one hell of a great plan.”

Ed stood, reaching down a hand to help Stede up. “Then let’s get to it.”

[emmyrosee]

A small bit of chocolate cake dances in front of your lips as Atsumu twirls the end of the fork in the air, waiting for you to finish your last bite before feeding you another.

It’s quiet in your home, one of the rare occasions where Atsumu is not only home, but your daughter is down for the night and you two can get to know each other again, get back into intimacy and reignite the embers of your still glowing love.

“We need to do this more often, momma,” he hums, watching as the chocolate disappears past your lips. “Miss our little date nights.”

“I miss them too,” you confess, taking a sip of your wine. Then, you smile and scoot closer to him, your head angling up to nip at his ear, “you know what else I miss?”

He grins at you as a massive hand cups your jawline, “I’ve got an idea or two.”

Before you can connect the kiss, a small flash of pink sneaks in your gaze out of the corner of your eye, and you chuckle in defeat as Atsumu settles with kissing the chocolate at the corner of your lips. “Daaaaaddy?” A small voice whines from the other side of the room. Her tiny arms are squeezing her stuffed dog to her chest, and she give Atsumu her best puppy eyes to have his attention.

He gives her a sigh and a smile, “sweetness, I thought I tucked you in an hour ago?” Regardless of his words, he licks the fork free of chocolate frosting before opening his arms out for her to jump into.

“Jus’ wanted to ask a question,” she defends, padding her way into his arms and nuzzling into his chest. Her lips find their way to suckle on her stuffed animals ear, a sign that she was focused.

You and Atsumu look at each other, merely trying to hold back your laughter. She was officially at that age where her favorite word was “why,” and any time she had a question, she was sure to let you both (and the cashiers at the grocery store, or the waitress at the cafe, or the man in line at Osamu’s shop) know.

“Okay, I’ll bite,” he says, his nose burrowing in her hair. “What’s your question, princess?”

“Where do babies come from?”

Your daughter’s question is prompted by Atsumu’s face instantly shooting up from its perch in her hair, his honey eyes wide as saucers and face pulled in a shocked expression. “Excuse me?”

“Well, Aki’s mommy’s having a baby, ‘nd I dunno how it got there!”

Your eyes instantly meet, wondering just how to approach such a topic that completely blindsided you both, “w-well, sweetheart,” you begin, taking a sip of your wine. “When.. uh… when mommies and daddies love each other-“

“They send out a little message to gods,” Atsumu interrupts, his eyes falling to his now amazed child. “Do you remember when Uncle Shinsuke told you about the gods who watch over us?”

“Yuh-huh!” She says with a quick nod of her head. Atsumu relaxes slightly, “well, mommies and daddies show their love for each other to those gods, and they decide who gets to have babies to pass that love onto. And that’s why it can be two daddies or two mommies or sometimes, even just one; the gods will give babies to people who are ready and sent their little prayer.”

“And that’s how you got me?” She asks, wide eyes looking between you both. “You asked the gods for me?”

Then, a genuine smile graces Atsumu’s lips, “believe me baby,” he plants a sweet kiss to her head. “You were the answer to all my prayers.” And your heart melts like chocolate when his eyes flick back up to meet yours, the same, innocent smile on his cheeks. “Now, why don’t you go hug mommy and head back upstairs, and I’ll be up to tuck you back in, yeah?”

“Okay daddy!” She hums, seemingly satisfied with her fathers answer. She crawls over to your lap to squeeze a hug around your neck, all before scrambling off of the couch and scurrying back upstairs.

In amazement, your eyes move to Atsumu, who watches your baby’s movements like a hawk. “Where the hell did you pull that from?” You snort, watching as his face contorts in mock offense.

“What! You don’t think that was good?”

“I think that was really good, and that’s why I’m wondering how you came up with it.”

He chuckles and leans in for another kiss, which you happily give. Your hand cups his jawline and lips planting another sweet kiss to his nose, “all this tells me is that you’re in charge of telling her about Santa Claus.”

“What about Santa Claus?” He asks, face completely serious before crumbling to a smirk when you shove his chest with a giggle and a ‘shut up.’ Atsumu merely sighs dramatically before rising to his feet with a tired groan, his hand carding through his tousled blonde locks, “kid’s gonna give me grey hairs before she’s even six.”

“You just dye over the grey hairs you’ve already got anyways, what’s the difference with these?”

Atsumu sends you one final, playful glare before looking up to the sky as if to search for strength, “I ask you for a blessing and you give me her?”

“Watch your mouth- and quit blaming the gods for the way I crashed into your life, you know you love me.”

He offers you a little snort before leaning back down towards you, a large paw cupping your chin in his fingers before guiding you up and into a sweet, yet secure kiss.

“They’ve given me all I could want, and more, baby.”

[panandinpain0]

Hellooooooo could I request a stranger things where it’s Robin x Male Reader, but platonically, where they bond over ice cream, being gay (or whatever for the reader), and the trauma of existing in the hell that is Hawkins?? I just stan robin

"Let Me Finish My Cone!"

This request slays and I'm excited to write it! Honestly I wish I got more platonic requests- I don't mind the romantic ones (I really like writing them) but some balance would be nice, yk?

Also- I keep misspelling Robin as Robing for some reason- so sorry if I accidentally missed a typo and that's in there 😭

We all stan Robin (Maya Hawke <333)

Headcanon of mine: Robin bites her ice cream. At first she did it to freak Steve out but now she can't eat ice cream any other way.

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Requested by: Anon

Robin Buckley with Male!Reader

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Sitting on a bench at the mall, two teenagers held melting ice cream cones in their hands. Robin sat criss-cross with her legs under her, and (Y/N) with his ankle resting on his other knee.

Robin was on break from work, still in her uniform minus the hat, which she'd forced (Y/N) to wear. It sat crooked on his head, almost falling off.

"There's no one to date here," (Y/N) sighed out as a hot guy walked past them. He licked his ice cream with a grumpy look on his face.

"If anyone knows how it is, I do," Robin snorted, biting her ice cream.

"Like- none of the guys look at me, and if they do it's only in a friend way. I don't know any other gay guys in Hawkins!" (Y/N) whisper-shouted to his best friend.

She side-eyed him, "What about Steve? He's bi, you know."

"Someone who's out, I mean. Not that I have anything against Steve or the fact that he isn't publicly out- it's just that I wanna be able to be seen with my boyfriend! And romantically, too. I don't want my relationship to be a secret."

"In this town it kind of has to be," Robin sighed out this time, thinking of her own experiences with it. "And if you don't treat it like a secret, other people will."

"This town is so fucked up. I would be in a rush to get out of here except for the fact that everywhere else would be just as bad."

"What about Los Angeles?" Robin looked over to her friend, taking another bite of her ice cream, almost down to the cone part.

"LA? I dunno, man... maybe. Wanna come with me and find out?" He smirked, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Once I get enough money to leave this place, hell yeah!"

"You and me both." (Y/N) still wore his uniform from the arcade upstairs in the mall. He was sick of the snotty kids there and seconds away from quitting his job.

"How is Steve doing with that, by the way?"

"Ahh, fine. He's been getting more confident- saw him flirting with some guy at the counter earlier."

"Yeah? And how'd that go?"

"Horribly, but at least he's getting out there!" Robin tried to be positive as (Y/N) laughed.

"I remember when I started flirting with guys. But then again I never was very good at flirting."

"No you are not- I remember when you tried to flirt with me," Robin remembered, smiling with amusement. (Y/N)'s face turned red from embarrassment as he, too, remembered.

"Must we bring it up?" He hid his face in his free hand.

"You were trying so hard to be straight!"

"And failing horribly," (Y/N) finished for her, the two sharing a laugh. "Oh- there's the man of the hour!"

Steve was waving at Robin to come back. Seems her break was over.

"Robin!" He shouted, his face going red as (Y/N) winked at him.

"Let me finish my cone, asshole!" Robin shouted back. Steve flipped her the bird and she stuck her tongue out at him, making him roll his eyes. Both ignored the looks they got from the interaction.

"You sure you don't like him?" Robin teased as she leaned back again.

"I'm not sure about anything. I just don't think he's willing to commit, you know?" (Y/N) speculated, lazily licking his cone.

"Well, you can't be sure until you try!" Robin popped the end of the cone into her mouth and swiped her hat from (Y/N)'s head, patting it as she walked away.

(Y/N) groaned as his watch went off, signaling the end of his own break.

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Short but sweet- I love Robin (and Steve).

-Author Max <3

[convexicalcrow]

The wind coming from the docks was cold tonight, Cub noted, as he made his way over to Willie's. It wouldn't matter, though, the club would be warm enough once he was inside. He was running a little late though, but it wouldn't matter. It was still early. Willie could handle things just fine.

The boardwalk was strange at this hour. The sun was rapidly setting, and the restaurants were just starting to open. A few early folk were around, but mostly it was quiet and empty. It wouldn't be in an hour or so, though.

One Eyed Willie's club was tucked away down a side alley and upstairs above a seafood restaurant that was also, technically, part of the club. Cub didn't work there, though. He was upstairs behind the bar, mixing the best cocktails this side of town. The restaurant was just there to keep all the straight people away from the leather bar above them.

-

Willie was waiting for him by the bar when Cub arrived, and he brought him into a tight hug that Cub was glad to reciprocate. God, he loved him. He hadn't been looking for any kind of relationship when he met Willie, given how happy he was with Scar, but a trans butch leather dyke who'd done spear fishing and pearl diving and sailed all over the world was not someone Cub could pass up conversation with.

-

"We expecting many tonight? Weather's not great out there right now," Cub said.

"We'll get the regulars just fine. Though if I could get you to do inventory before things get really busy, that'd be great. I need to do orders tomorrow and if we need any more drinks for the bar, now's the time to tell me, okay?" Willie said.

"Will do, will do," Cub said.

"Good boy." Willie smiled, and pulled at Cub's hips, drawing him close.

"Oh, feeling like that, are we? I see, I see how it is," Cub said.

Willie kissed him softly. "Well, you did say you were free this week."

"Yes, I did. Bring the trident. I miss her," Cub said.

"She misses you too. Don't worry, you won't be able to walk by the time I'm done with you." Willie kissed him once more, this time more teasingly, before he pulled away. "Alright, get to work, now. There'll be time to play later, alright?"

"Yes, boss!" Cub said, knowing what was coming once the night was over.

-

Sure enough, an hour later, the club was getting full. Cub had served so many drinks already, and seen a few of his friends, who always tried to get discounted drinks off him, a move which sometimes worked, depending on whether Cub felt he could get away with it or not. They were getting a few drinks in before heading over to drag bingo at Ren's, which Cub would have gone to as well if he hadn't been working. Ahh well. Next time.

-

"Oh, hey, there you are! Weren't you meant to be here an hour ago?" Cub said, seeing Scar scurrying behind the bar.

"Sorry, sorry, got stuck in traffic again, you know how it is this time of night! What needs doing?" Scar said, switching his jacket for an apron that was hung on a hook in a room just off from the bar.

"Drinks need doing. Go clear the tables, I haven't really had enough time to do that so far," Cub said.

"On it," Scar said and hurried off.

-

Cub didn't really stop until 1am. He'd like to open a bit later, but zoning laws, noise issues, it was all just not worth the hassle. And it always took an hour to clean up after everyone had gone, and finish up the banking.

"What do you even see in Willie anyway? I'd never have pegged you for him being your type," Scar said as he leaned on the bar, watching Cub finish up.

Cub shrugged. "I dunno, we just clicked, I guess. I mean, you like him too, right?"

"Oh, sure, sure! I wouldn't be here if I didn't. He just wasn't someone I expected you to get with, that's all. But don't worry, I'm not jealous! I just think it's fascinating, that's all," Scar said.

Cub smiled. "He's just... I dunno. He's really cool. And I think I just saw him for who he was, you know? Didn't make judgements, just let him be. The trident's also very good."

Scar laughed. "You masochist, you."

"That's me, yessir," Cub said.

"What have you done this time, hey?" Willie said, wrapping an arm around Cub's shoulders. "Nearly done? I'm dying to get out of here."

"Nearly done. Just need your signatures on the deposits and then we can stash these away and go," Cub said.

"Scar, you coming tonight? You know there's always an open invitation for you at mine if you ever want it. We're just gonna watch movies and crash, how does that sound?" Willie said.

"You know what? That sounds great, yeah! I could do with that after the rush tonight. Who knew Ren would just send everyone here after bingo!" Scar said with a laugh.

"I mean, he did give us a head's up about that, but we don't mind. It was good to see the club really packed. We'll get a few more regulars out of that I reckon. Anyway. I'm done with this, let's get out of here," Cub said.

There were no disagreements.

-

Willie had the biggest bed Cub had ever seen, and it was a good thing, because it meant he and Scar could snuggle up either side of him as they watched some trashy movie Willie had picked out to wind down the night. The kind of dumb action movie you didn't really need to pay attention to.

Was it what he and Willie initially planned for this evening? Not really. But did it matter? Not really. Cub was with his two favourite people. What more did he need in life than this?

[anonymouslymadebydesign]

Hiii I have a request can you maybe write about julie and frank taking care of a little reader together like a big brother big sister type way only if you want to tho no pressure ^^

Big Brother Caregiver ! Frank and Big Sister Caregiver ! Julie take care of Little ! Reader

Author's Note : Sorry I’ve been neglecting my asks for so long! So much has been going on and I’ve had a lot on my plate, I still do, but hopefully you enjoy this :) I’ve never written a big sibling dynamic but I think I did okay here. I really do hope you enjoy it, dear anon !! It’s not very long cause I wasn’t too sure where I was going with it, but a lunch playdate sounded fun!

Synopsis : Frank and Julie learn you grew up as an only child. While talking over lunch, the idea of Frank and Julie taking care of you and playing games eases you into little space.

Word Count : 598

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“Woah! I would’ve never guessed you’re an only child!” Julie gushed from her dining room table. You, Frank, and Julie, had all agreed to hang out at Julie's house for a lunch get together. It was honestly really relaxing, with how stressful everything had been lately. As lunch went on, chatting easily and letting the time go by, you found yourself slipping little by little.

“Really?” You asked from your spot across from her. She had made you (your favorite food) and honestly it was the best kind you’d ever had. Something about Julie making it for you made it taste better. 

“Mhm!” She nodded, her hair bouncing up and down. “I have three siblings! Beau, Frann, and Josey. You just seemed like, I dunno, you’d be the youngest.”

Frank hummed in agreement over his cup of tea. “I have a brother but we’re in the same age range. Irish twins, they’re called. So I didn’t feel like he was younger or older than I, even though I’m technically older.” He ended that with a small, smug smirk that he quickly hid behind his tea cup. 

You contemplated their words, as you took another bite of your food. “Well,” You said, looking between the two. “You could be my pretend siblings, if ya want.” 

“Oh, (Y/N), don’t speak with your mouth full.” Frank leaned over to wipe a bit of food stuck to your face. “Here, let me.” He pulled his pocket square out of his chest pocket to clean the rest of it off.

“T’ank you.” You smiled up at him, tilting your head to the side to allow easier access. It was a simple slip up of the word, honestly, but it didn’t stop Frank and Julie from sharing a knowing look. 

“Say, (Y/N), we’re almost done eating lunch.” Julie said, her tone light and cheerful. “Wanna play a game after we clean up?”

Now this caught your attention. You liked it when Julie helped clean you up after eating, she always helped brush your hair, wash your hands and face, and sometimes sang to fill the silence.. “What game?” You asked, curiosity nipping at you.

“We could play pretend, or I could grab my play butterflies from home,” Frank listed off on his fingers. “There’s hide and seek, arts and crafts, whatever you wanna do, honestly.”

“Oh! Hide and seek!” You wiggled excitedly in your chair. “T’at’s my favorite.” You grinned excitedly. Julie's house had all the best hiding spots, and you consider yourself an expert when it came to hiding. 

Julie clapped her hands together. “That settles it then! We’ll finish up with lunch, get you cleaned up, and have ourselves a nice little playdate.”

You and Julie finished what little was left on your plates before Frank took them both to sit in the sink, stating he’ll clean them later when the three of you are done playing. They both take one of your hands, leading you upstairs and to Julie's little washroom. 

“I’ll brush your hair and we’ll wash our hands. Frank will clean your face and we’ll get all ready for hide and seek, how does that sound?” Julie maneuvered you to sit on the little stool she had as she grabbed her hairbrush.

“Good!”

“Now, do you wanna hide, (Y/N)?” Frank asked as he wet a washcloth, pumping facial cleaner into it, before ringing it out to start cleaning your face. 

“Yes please!” You couldn’t help but wiggle excitedly. This was going to be so much fun!