#lynn's sleepover

[bitchin-beskar]

So do you have any headcamons for coming to the clan nd joining either pregnant or with a child and Paz immediately getting super protective over you?

whew

do i have headcanons

u bet ur ass i do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i have hcs for both and im in a good mood bc it's sinday so u get both!

coming to the clan and joining while pregnant

so i'm thinking if you're coming to the clan to join while pregnant, the one who got you pregnant is not in the picture

ofc, this could be for a few reasons, im leaning towards your partner being dead, but they could've run off and abandoned you too

but whatever way it happens, you're alone and pregnant, with little to no way to defend yourself

your village is attacked by pirates, and the nearby mandalorian covert comes over to help

the pirates had made it obvious they were looking for people to sell to slavers, and a pregnant woman sells pretty damn well, unfortunately

one of the surviving village members decides that this means it's your fault, so you're exiled

the mandalorians who'd stuck around to help are not happy to hear this, especially the large one in blue armor with heavy artillery

he immediately declares that you'll come with them, and will be welcome in their clan for as long as you require

stunned by the generosity, and with nowhere else to go, you accept

they're very kind, for all that you've heard about mandalorians as barbaric warriors, and their medic makes sure to give you a full checkup, and even gives you your very first ultrasound

your assimilation into the clan goes smoothly, but you can't help but notice your very big, very unsubtle blue shadow that follows you around and gets you anything and everything you need

it's weeks before you even learn his name, and even that's an accident, when the clan bounty hunter comes back and remarks that Paz seems very attached to you

you blink in confusion, especially when the bounty hunter-beroya, you remember from the mando'a lessons, literally facepalms to the amusement of his tiny gremlin kid

the beroya marches over to your shadow, Paz you know now, and they have a quick and heated discussion in mando'a far too fast for you to understand

but it was clearly about you, because afterwards, Paz becomes more than your shadow

he converses with you, eats with you, keeps you company, and even-at your request-attends your prenatal checkups with you

it's nice to have a friend, but you very quickly realize that what you're beginning to feel for your mandalorian shadow isn't friendship

especially not when you're in your bed late at night, horny as hell, and unable to really do anything about it with your stomach in the way

or when he sits close to you, his hand on your lower back for support, his low voice soothing and enticing in equal measures

or when you see him spar with other members of his clan, shirtless and sweaty, a huge mass of muscle, strong and vicious in ways that make you want

one night you're in your bed, nearly crying with frustration because you're so damn horny but you can't do a fucking thing about it

you're trying so hard to resist but you just can't anymore

so you fit one of your pillows between your legs, rocking back and forth to try and relieve the empty feeling inside you and to quell the fires burning in your belly

and in a moment of weakness, you call out Paz's name, lost in your fantasies

lo and behold, guess who happens to be walking by?? the man himself

he's worried you're hurt, so he comes inside, only to realize that you're definitely not injured

in literally any other instance you'd be embarrassed

but you've been sexually frustrated for months and the man of your literal dreams is standing in front of you

you snap that he can either come and help you or he can leave, but if he doesn't do something you might actually scream

he snaps out of his shock and decides there are worse things than getting to worship your body like he's been dreaming about

in the aftermath of your... ahem, activities, laying in bed with Paz, he whispers a confession that he wants more than just the occasional fuck

you're looking at him, hoping and praying he's saying what you think he's saying

he tells you that he thinks he might be in love with you, and if you'll permit him, he'll marry you and bring you into his clan, and if you wish it, he'll say the gai bal manda to your child, but even if you don't, he'll still love them and ensure they're raised to want for nothing

you kiss him, because you don't have the words to explain just how much you want that too, and you'll take anything and everything he offers you

coming to the clan and joining with a child

so, in this hc, i'm vibing with the idea that your ex was abusive in some manner, and so fearing for your lives, you flee him with your child

except the problem is he's rich, and he hates the idea that you escaped him, because in his mind you belong to him, so he hires Din to "retrieve his property"

Din takes the job, and upon realizing that "property" means you and your kid, he immediately abandons the job (bc he's got a kid of his own now and like hell is he gonna make the same mistake twice) and brings you to the covert

they're all equally furious as Din, to your surprise

Paz (who i've just decided is the Mand'alor in this hc) takes Din aside and tells him to go "take care" of your ex quietly

and then he immediately assigns himself as your protector

now, coming from an abusive relationship, you're v skittish around men, and even though your ex wasn't particularly large or physically intimidating, he still hurt you so the back of your mind is saying that Paz has the potential to be far more dangerous even if you haven't seen any examples of that

so you're very much shy around him and often v scared and skittish

it makes Paz so sad to see but he understands, and keeps his distance while also making sure to do whatever he can to make you feel safe

now your kid on the other hand

they're old enough, i'm thinking 8-10?

they're used to being afraid of dear old dad and also feeling hopeless about not being able to protect their momma

so being brought into a covert of warriors who have zero issues training children from a young age to fight??

they're ecstatic!

because not only can they protect themselves, they can get strong enough to protect you too

and they see Paz as the head of the covert and the heavy artillery master, and they imprint like a baby duckling

they follow him around and try to mimic him in everything he does

the entire covert thinks it's adorable

Paz is worried at first that you'll be upset since you're so skittish around him

but you decide to see how it plays out, and honestly it's kind of a test, because you've often found the easiest way to see the measure of a person is how they treat kids

and Paz absolutely loves your little one

he's so good and patient with them, he takes their training seriously and often personally trains with them

your kiddo loves them too, and Paz helps them acclimate so damn well

which is why when you find your kiddo sobbing in your rooms one afternoon apologizing for being the reason that you'll have to leave the covert you're very concerned

after much prying you find out your baby accidentally called Paz the word for 'dad' in your language, and now thinks Paz is going to kick the two of you out

you don't know how to fix this, but you know you have to try, because Paz is the first good and positive male figure they've been able to latch on to in their life and you don't want them to lose this, and also you really don't want to leave either

so you go to find Paz, and you find him on his throne, clearly very lost in thought

he's shocked to see you seeking him out, but he begins to apologize, because while he didn't understand the word your kid said, he was worried he'd done something to hurt them, and you'd put your trust in him that he wouldn't so he's afraid you've come to yell at him

you cross your arms and very sternly inform him that your child has come to see Paz in a father figure role, and you need to know how he feels about this, because if he's going to reject your baby, you need to know so you can attempt to mitigate the heartbreak

Paz stares at you for a moment and asks what you'd do if he said he'd be honored if your kid thought of him as a father and that he would ask your permission to adopt your kid as well to help your baby understand that Paz isn't going anywhere and that he's wanted

you're moved, practically to tears, all the fight draining out of you

you never could've imagined your baby getting this, and all you wanna do is say yes, so you begin to nod and agree, so overwhelmed

which is when Paz stands from his throne and makes his way towards you, where he tells you that as much as he loves your kid, he'd also be interested in starting something with you, that he admires you so much, and you've raised your kid so well, and he would like nothing more than to begin courting you

you're struck dumb, but you're also flattered, and you can't deny that seeing how Paz acts with your child gives you hope for how he might treat you as a partner

so, you agree to a tentative courtship, which quickly blossoms into more

...

i might have gotten carried away, but I hope you enjoy these!! maybe I'll turn them into stories down the road!

[akairokara]

did you know she dies more than anyone else in the game #girlboss

[thejunkyardafewblocksfromhere]

Wage war, get rich, die handsome Wage war, get rich, die handsome Wage wars, get rich, die handsome  -Wage Wars, Die Rich, Get Handsome, The Mountain Goats    

[dameronscopilot]

Hi! Sleepover's not over yet right???

Have you watched Billy Lynn's Long Halftime Walk? David Dime is my favorite garrett character and I think I'm the only one🥺 I mean..look at this man in uniform💦

Sleepover Saturday definitely isn't over yet 😉

YES! I feel like this movie doesn't get enough recognition, honestly.

You're absolutely not alone in your David Dime appreciation. Garrett and the writers did an incredible job at presenting him as such a compelling character, despite the fact that the story is mainly supposed to be about Billy.

"Tell you what. Why don't you get her email that way ya'll can e-fuck when we're back in Iraq." - His delivery in this whole part KILLED me lol. The way he brushed off Shroom's "I love you." AND THEN WHEN HE SAYS I LOVE YOU, TOO TO BILLY AT THE END.

I need a Dime movie (and he also deserves a cute ass love story PLEASE).

[awgeezitsthetoiletnator]

🎼 sarah lynn

Lost in an image, in a dream But there's no one there to wake her up And the world is spinning, and she keeps on winning But tell me, what happens when it stops?

(lucky - britney spears)

send me 🎼 and a character or a ship for a song quote that reminds me of them.

it’s sleepover saturday!

[boricuacherry-blog]

Jamie Lynn Spears - "Sleepover" Acoustic Nashville Session

[syb-rooks]

The bad kids are an incredibly healthy and supportive friend group BUT OH MY GOD THEY SUCK AT COMMUNICATING!

Half of their problems would be solved if they talked to each other.

Fabian would GLADLY pay for Adaine's components and for Riz's tuition if they asked. He would even get his papa to change his trust fund conditions to include them. Or he would declare Riz and Adaine his nemesis.

They would figure out the reason for Fig's misfortune in a week max. They would march into hell, probably accompanied by both Gorthalax and Sandra Lynn, and demand to break whatever deal she made with whichever demon involved.

If Fabian even suggested he was lonely, the bad kids would organise sleepovers every night. He would circle between the Thistlesprings, the Gukgaks and the Mordred Manor. Lydia would pack him his own lunch.

Fig would immediately start promoting Cassandra's religion on all social media, and get her to thousand followers in a week. The rest of the bad kids would join without hesitation.

If Riz would finally admit the HUGE stress he is under, everyone, even Fig, would stop piling all the work on him and happily write their 10 page essays. They would convince him to see Jawbone, and enjoy his last years in high school. They would band together to find the rogue teacher within a day. They would make sure that Riz's resume is the most impressive CV that the universities have ever received.

They would all gather together to come up with music for Fig and Gorgug's new album. Fabian would choreograph their music videos, Adaine would come up with rhymes, Riz would bring a list of all their adventures, including motifs and connections made, to give her inspiration, Kristen would suggest to make parodies of classic camp songs from her old church.

Adaine would contact Aelwyn immediately to get dirt on Porter, to blackmail him. Gorgug would get permission for his MCAT exams by the end of the week.

And if she would stay on the phone a little longer and admitted how much she is struggling, Aelwyn would immediately return home along with her cats. Then she would drag her sister to Jawbone's door, and force her to give him the components list.

The problem is that even after all those years, after all those adventures, even after the forest of the nightmare king, they still each think of themselves as the weak link. As the person in the group that isn't allowed, doesnt deserve to take space, ask for help. Because they should be able to handle it on their own. Isn't that what adulthood is like?

They would abandon anything and everything to help someone else, as long as that person isn't themselves. As long as they dont have to show their amazing, incredible, powerful, and oh so compassionate friends how weak and imperfect they are in comparison.

[forlovvers]

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ that feeling when

pair: bsf!riki x f!reader | genre: fluff !!! like so bad | warning(s): none | wc: 600 | synopsis: in which a simple moment in time makes you realize your forever feelings towards your best friend.

lynne’s notez🗒️: had this thought and i rlly wanted to put it into words anyways need me a riki lowk😓

riki is sprawled out across your bed, his long limbs meeting every corner of your twin-sized bed. he remembers when the two of you were small enough to have sleepovers and build forts on this bed. now, the two of you can barely sit on it without someone falling off, most of the time it is riki.

he’s laying upside down, scrolling absentmindedly on his phone as he waits for you to finish getting ready. riki knew that girls took forever to get ready, but he never knew just how long that meant because he arrived at your house at 5 and now its nearing 6:45. he feels restless so he yells, “are you done yet!”

“stop yelling!” you yell back, your voice muffled because of the bathroom door separating you from him. riki groans internally, realizing the gel in his hair won’t stay put long if he keeps laying upside down and if you keep getting ready at the pace of a snail. but he’s too comfortable to move, so he resorts to opening up his camera app and gently smoothening out the sides just like jay had taught him. he feels like spiderman for couple seconds.

after what feels like forever, the bathroom door slides open, and you step out timidly. your hair is done up all fancy, some strands of curled hair falling from its place and framing your face instead. the dress you chose hugs your figure just right; the dress is made of green silk and flows down past your legs and hangs just above your ankles.

riki flings himself up and stands, attempting to stabilize himself to get a better look at you. his breath gets caught in his throat and his heart beats quicker and louder than it ever has. he adjusts his tie awkwardly and steps towards you. compliments and praise want to spill from his lips, but all riki can sputter out is, “your neckline is bare.”

your face contorts into confusion and you stand in front of the mirror, inspecting the neckline that your best friend critics. you suppose it does look a bit bare. frowning, you pull down your dress and start to sift through the jewelry you have hanging on your mirror.

without noticing, riki comes up from behind you and starts to unclasps his own necklace. you stop and watch him reach around you to gently bring the necklace to your neck. he carefully clasps the necklace and alters it to look nicely on, all while you hold your breath and follow his feather-like movements.

you recognize the necklace as riki’s simple, yet most favorite piece he owns. you remember the day he received it for his birthday from his parents, never letting anyone touch it or so much as leave the house without it. for him to let you wear it, felt like winning the lottery.

your eyes finally meet and you’re suddenly so aware of how close you and riki are, pink flooding your cheeks. riki’s eyes travel to your lips briefly before he steps back and clears his throat, “it looks good now.”

“thanks,” you say shyly, cursing yourself for becoming all flustered.

“we should get going to jay’s party.” riki offers his arm to you and you hesitantly reach for it, reminding yourself that you’ve done this before and have no reason to be so worked up.

“thanks again for coming with me,” you turn to him, studying his expression thoroughly. your free hand comes up to twirl riki’s necklace, feeling the cool metal of the chain.

“i’d only do this for you, yn.” he says, grinning that stupid smile you’ve come to love so much. and in that moment you realize you’ve fallen hard and fast for nishimura riki.

[sadbeautifulttragic]

Charity Lynne Baroni Litzenberg via social media

This is a congrats post for the new Taylor’s version of Speak Now 🫶🏼 and a gratitude post for the first speak now era! The adventures we had! The memories we made! The sleepovers and move nights and bus dance parties and boy talk and laughter and tears and jet rides and beach trips and law and order binging. All of the offstage and onstage fun, a time of life I will always cherish and never forget. Thank you, Taylor, for changing my life and the trajectory of everything I had yet to experience. Because you gave me a chance to be your dancer and your friend (starting with the fearless era), I have had so many beautiful experiences with so many special people. Congrats on Taylor’s version of Speak Now, and way to make history with the way you’ve stayed true to you and inspired so many.

[everywishway]

Headcanons for Junior Year

Cassandra still has Kalina as a familiar. I have two ideas for this

Number one is Kalina was hurting the whole time due to being a literal plague and she was also under the influence of the Nightmare King's power so she's better now. Still standoffish and a trickster but in more of a "tired, goth older sister" way

Number two is that she's a grouchy house cat and is stuck in this tiny body that has a love/hate relationship with the Bad Kids (especially Riz). Like one day she's wrapped around his neck till she claws his nose and runs off. She can't talk either so all that pent-up anger is in a tiny body

I just want more Riz and Kalina pls! They were so good together SY

Garthy Obrien and Aguefort have a nice, long "chat" behind closed doors… It ends up with the both of them deciding how they are going to Co-parent Ayda but Aguefort does end up with a scar in his abdomen.

Ayda substitute teaches a Magical Theory class Adaine and Fig have to take when the teacher leaves for maternity. Hijinx ensue.

Fabian and Aelwyn break up or have already broken up by the time JY starts (i love how most of the fandom doesn't like these two together, lol)

Kristen and Tracker go on break while Tracker is away and Kristen is suffering in silence while Tracker is partying and having a lot of fun (same vibes as Priya and Pete)

All of Fig's Dads (Jawbone, Gilear, and Gorthalax) go get drinks every other month, one-month Sandra-Lynn and Garthy come and drink them all under the table (Sandra-Lynn was banned after that. Garthy still occasionally comes around)

When those nights happen all of the Bad Kids have a giant sleepover and completely take over the first floor of Mordred Manor (Jawbone proceeding to play hopscotch around them to not wake up his spare children)

Nobody actually addresses the Night Yorb during Junior Year and if somebody does Brennan goes in his true New York accent "what Night Yorb?????"

Fabian and Zelda go to both dance classes and kickboxing together, becoming friends around the winter of Sophmore Year

Fabian and Sam do not get along well. Mostly due to the fact, they are both dramatic rich bitches who are fighting over Zelda but also over the fact Sam is mean to Gorgug and Fabian goes "only I am allowed to be a bitch with my friends? Fuck off, Nightingale."

Antiope and Riz shared some sort of stealth elective class and accidentally became good friends? Like, they both watch their gangs of idiots tiredly and corral them up and take them to get ice cream.

On the other hand, Kristen kinda dreads her religious studies course due to Ostentasia being loud and snarky but also kinda appreciates it? Like, you know those class clowns that get on your nerves but they state the obvious when everyone is done with the teacher's shit? Yeah, that's their relationship

She does chill with Yelle tho, like they both smoke weed then go to pet stores and animal shelters and play with animals until they pass out on the floor.

Penny and Adaine are both nerds and Penny is Adaine's tutor when it comes to the history of spells, who made them and why (because Adaine is a practical caster <3)

I have way too many ideas, some of them are on the bingo board :)

[thistlefaethfort]

YELLOW

— read this first or this might not make sense!

— ao3 link!

If Sandra Lynn had her way, the Solesian Rangers work schedule would be a little more focused on rest and recovery, but she couldn’t really complain about the leniency the organisation had for people with families at home. No one had been more quick to sign off on her time off requests than her manager, she knew that Sandra Lynn was competent enough to catch up as quickly as needed. In a few months, she thought she would probably offer her the role herself. Today though, she finished up at lunch time and arrived home, shoulders weary with the weight of yellow paint cans.

It was a buttery, blonde colour that made her itchy to look at. It was the colour of Baxter’s feathers when they were downy and he was so young that sometimes she let him sleep at the foot of her bed, even on the nights Fig had crawled in between her and Gilear. It was something warm that got sharp late in the day, when the sun settled on it low in the sky late in the afternoon. Like milk poured in a sweet honey tea. It was golden and there were enough cans of it left on the shelf that Sandra Lynn thought people probably underestimated it. She thought it would make the chapel look like a bedroom.

It took her a handful of hours to painstakingly move everything away from the walls: the bedframe, the posters, the duffel bag that she point blank refused to look at for longer than a few seconds at a time — just in case. Once everything was piled up in the centre and covered with a tarp, Sandra Lynn put on an old shirt that was probably not hers but had ended up in her closet anyway and pulled out her brushes from under the sink. She washed the walls, scrubbed at them until dust stopped falling from the stone, and stared at the stained glass for long enough that the sun shifted to glare back through the angel's golden halo.

Then the door opened further across the house and she grinned to herself; it was easier now, to breathe knowing all the kids were safe under her roof, because she knew they were taking care of each other. There was no reason to hover around all the places her adopted and not yet adopted kids might be, because she was trying to trust that they would come to her if they needed a mom, or an adult, or a squirrel killer. Sandra Lynn could try to trust them for that. Fabian yelled something and Jawbone howled in a way that usually meant hang tight. Aelwyn spoke and there was a higher pitched response in that oh so similar Fallinel accent that was getting fainter as the two disappeared up the stairs. Fig cackled and there was the sound of at least four footsteps pounding across the house to where she knew her girl kept her guitar. She was distracted, not noticing when her final kid reappearing home for the day emerged through the door to her room.

It took a lot of effort not to jump and drop the paintbrush when Kristen’s voice, muffled by what looked like a fistful of popcorn that sprayed halfway across the room when she said ‘thandragh thlinn?’ Maybe time had gotten away from her, because she hadn’t expected for the girl to see the room until it was done, and her mind had already sprinted away to try and figure out if any beds were going spare tonight or if they should set up the den sleepover style. Pointedly, she didn’t think about how rare a night was where she didn’t hear light footsteps pattering about the house in the early hours. When everyone was home, there were ten kids with their own bedrooms (except for Adaine who let her sister share), and all of them were traumatised. They were good to each other though, and on the nights she thought the awake one might need a hug or a mug of tea, there was always a second teenager perched next to them; eyes blurry with sleep but risen for their friend anyway. She must have been quiet too long, because the voice started again, clear now, ‘are you painting in here? Did I forget you were doing this? I’m sorry —’ Sandra Lynn cut her off ‘ — I was wrong. Kristen I was wrong to put you in here and now the house is filling up and I don’t have a different room for you, so I picked up some paint,’ her fingers spasmed. It had been a bad, thoughtless call at the time. Kristen had grown up groomed and hurt by a church and she had to be reminded of every time she went to bed or woke up, and now she was sleeping in it alone, without even a God to pray goodnight to. She picked up one of the cans and showed her the colour, a glob hitting the tarp she had laid down over the old wood floors, and tried for a smile, ‘yellow, but not as bright as your tracksuit.’

Much to Sandra Lynn’s horror (because her shirt was covered in paint and her kid was wearing something other then that tracksuit for once and she would do anything to encourage her to wear other things as often as possible), Kristen’s eyes started to shine and her shoulders sagged. The woman dodged drips of paint and made her way to the girl, squeezing her shoulder hard enough to drag her back to earth. Her voice cracked and suddenly Sandra Lynn didn’t know whether or not she was going to cry herself, but she did laugh, just a little and quietly. ‘You got some muscle going kid, you sure you don’t wanna join the ranger track?’ She asked, mostly joking but not all the way. All of her Bad Kids were going to excel at whatever it was they chose to do in the end, but she hoped they thrived as a group first, she hoped they did whatever they wanted and it never hurt. Her smile grew a little bittersweet and she hoped Kristen didn’t catch it as she reminded herself that that was never how an adventurer’s story ended.

She offered out a paintbrush, ‘you gonna help me finish these last few walls or are you crashing at someone else’s room tonight?’

[bitchin-beskar]

NSFW 11 & 60 with Paz

ooooh anon I forgot for a hot second about my prompt lists!! I love this combo so damn much:

#11: "Sit on my face immediately." #60: "Your tongue? Incredible. 10/10, would recommend."

read the request below the cut!

Tipsy Words are Sober Thoughts

Rating: lite M (discussion of mature acts) Words: 1k Paring: Paz x Reader

You might’ve had too much to drink. Maybe just a bit. Because your brain-to-mouth filter was not engaged and your friends were heading from the giggly side of drunk to the horny side of drunk and Paz, the man you had just about the biggest crush in the galaxy on, was here too.

He was engaged in his own conversation too, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to hear the things going on amongst your friends and you were trying desperately to hold onto your shreds of dignity.

You’d been spaced for the majority of the conversation so far, so when Nei’a suddenly fell into you as she leaned across your seat to grasp and flail at Din’s arm, you squeaked in shock and fell back, almost off the bar stool you were perched on at the kitchen counter.

A large warm hand centered over the small of your back, steadying you. You very pointedly try not to look at Paz, as you knew he’d been the one to catch you and your poker face when tipsy was nonexistent.

“You guys!” Nei’a squealed loudly, making you wince slightly at the pitch. “Inquiring minds wanna know!” She pinned them with an impressive glare for a tipsy Twi’ who wasn’t even five feet tall. “Do you give good head?”

You quite suddenly thanked the stars that you hadn’t taken a sip of your drink, because instead of choking on the air, you would’ve done an impressive spit take. Tavi snickered at you from across the counter, and you flipped her off while you were slowly dying. This was very much not something you needed to be thinking about, better reserved for private fantasies when you were alone in your bed.

Din and Paz both seemed to be struck dumb as well, which was a comfort to see that you weren’t the only one embarassed by the situation. You’d normally have made fun of them, except you were trying to avoid any and all attention from your traitorous friends who all knew exactly how you felt about Paz.

Unfortunately, Tavi had honed in, and after Paz and Din spent an impressively long time sputtering, she chimed in.

“We’ll, we all know how close you are with Paz,” she drawled, her eyes boring into yours even as you mentally began to scream at her. “What do you think? Think he’d give good head?”

You wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

The whole room when quiet as everyone stared at you, even Paz the damn traitor. You turned too look at him, and he looked so damn curious you couldn’t stop it. Your eyes went wide, and your mouth opened without your permission.

“Your tongue? I-Incredible, 10/10 would recommend.”

Your friends all exploded into raucous laughter, and even Din began to chuckle, and you simply buried your face in your hands, far too embarassed to look any of them in the eye. However, you missed Paz looking at you contemplatively, which wasn’t missed by your friends.

Thankfully, the conversation moved on, and one of your friends decided to throw on some music and start an impromptu dance party. You didn’t quite join in, leaning against the wall and instead watching the rest of them throw their bodies around in a manner that only vaguely resembled dancing.

You were lost in thought, so the gentle touch to your shoulder surprised you. You turned to see Paz towering over you, his face very carefully neutral.

“Can I talk to you? Privately?”

Your stomach dropped, and you felt your heart begin to race. You simply nodded, unable to speak around the lump in your throat. He gestured for you to lead, and you belined for the guest bedroom, suddenly wanting to get as far away from everyone else for this inevitably disaterous conversation.

He followed you into the bedroom and shut the door behind him, locking the door before he turned to look at you. You perched carefully on the edge of the bed, making a concerted effort to look up at him, and not down at your lap. His expression was undreadable, but very intense.

You opened your mouth to try and apologize, or explain yourself, but Paz interrupted you before you could.

“Sit on my face.”

“I-I’m sorry?”

He stepped away from where he was leaning against the door, stalking forward until he was looming over you, looking so much bigger from your angle sitting on the bed. He slowly reached out with one hand, fingers brushing your jaw as he tilted your head up.

“I want you,” he said, voice low and sending heat curling into your belly. “To sit on my face. Immediately.”

Your mouth fell open, and you stared at him in shock. You can’t have possibly heard him correctly. There’s no way that Paz Vizsla was asking you to sit on his face. This couldn’t possibly be your life.

“If you’re gonna give a recommendation on my skills, I think it’s only fair you draw from personal experience, don’t you?” His cocky little smirk made you squirm, simultaneously loving his attention and also feeling absolutely mortified. He had to be joking, right?

“Y-You don’t have to,” You stuttered, trying to offer an out. “I don’t w-want you to feel o-obligated, o-or,”

Paz pressed his thumb against the flesh of your lower lip, effectively shutting off your protests. “Obligated? No little one,” he murmured, his gaze darkening as he gently pressed his thumb against the seam of your lips, an approving look in his eyes when you parted your lips and allowed him to press the pad of his thumb against your tongue. He groaned softly when you closed your lips around the digit and began to suck softly.

“I’ve spent many nights dreaming about what you might taste like. Will you allow me to discover if my dreams accurately reflect reality?”

[adaines-furious-feast]

Some headcannons about our favourite bard/warlock/paladin:

1. Fig was really popular in middle school. All of her friends would do stuff like wear matching sweaters and were like the Ashleys from Recess. They all turned their backs on her when she grew horns.

2. Fig had originally intended to be a dance bard with her experience from cheerleading but changed over the summer. It was partially because she was doing the rebellion thing and found Solace in music, and partially because she didn't want to see her old friends in dance class. This was also part of the reason why she didn't want to go to school at all.

3. Fig has always been an actor, turning herself into whatever she thinks her friends want. Not really a headcannon tbh but that still happened at middle school. That's why she says she "can't go back to that" in Freshman year when the gang asks her to go be friends with Penelope.

4. She was always closer to Gilear, partially because Sandra Lynn was away a lot and partially because he would do anything for her. He was the one at every cheerleading competition, picking her up from the mall, helping to arrange snacks for sleepovers.

5. Little Fig used Sandra Lynn's bow strings to make her first guitar. She wanted the guitar, but she also wanted her mom to stay home.

[thejunkyardafewblocksfromhere]

It's so hard to be yourself When you've already seen the inside Try to navigate the turns as best you can Headed on down the slide Strong friends are where you find them People talk all kinds of trash, never you mind them -In League with Dragons, The Mountain Goats

[bettysupremacy]

I gotchu bb.

Can we get a Robin x Byers!Reader (I love this dynamic) where reader is real withdrawn, but has been secretly pining for Robin, and maybe they get paired up for a project? (Another trope I love)

Thanks! Love your writing so much!

Robin Buckley x Fem! Byers! Reader

Warnings: angst, HAPPY ENDING (I’m incapable of sad ones), fluff, food is mentioned. Tell me if there’s more.

thx for the request and thx Lynn for helping me at 2:40 in the morning<3 @simpingrat

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Robin missed her best friend. She missed the sleepovers and movie nights. She missed sneaking free ice cream to her, behind Steve’s back. She missed the popsicles that Joyce would make, every summer, out of orange juice and lemonade. She missed summer 8, when all they did was ride their bikes and swim. She missed the way Y/N would only let Robin stick colorful bandaids on her knee when she fell off her bike. She missed it all.

It wasn’t that she was physically gone, Y/N was sitting three feet In front of her, behind a crooked desk. It was gut wrenching missing someone who never left. Missing someone who was there for all your memories.

Robin tried to excuse Y/N slowly withdrawing from her. Her whole family had just moved across the country without her, including her twin brother. She didn’t want to start senior year at a completely different school. Jonathan didn’t mind, but she did.

She tried to excuse it with the fact that the closest father figure she’s had, since her shitty biological father, had just died. And the fact that she’s experienced 3 years of upside down trauma, when Robin had only experienced 1.

She tried to excuse it in so many ways. She’d bend backwards, forwards, and around, just to defend her. But, the sad truth was, she knew this friendship, that she was holding like water in her hands, was slipping through her fingers.

Robin stares at Y/N in, hopefully, not a creepy way. The Sun from the windows is beaming on her, casting a halo effect around her resting head. Her back is hunched over in what looks to be an uncomfortable position. If they were still close, Robin would throw a piece of paper at her head, telling her to fix her posture.

“Robin? Robin!” Their teachers voice comes from the front of the classroom. She’s startled, did anyone see her looking at Y/N like that?

“I’m assigning partners for the project.” Mr. Smiths voice is gentler now, and he doesn’t mention how she was staring at Y/N. Robin thinks this is her favorite teacher, “I’m sticking you with Y/N.”

Is there a smile on his face when he says that?

Robin nods, more attentive. Turning towards Y/N with a grin. She expects to be met with her eyes, maybe a smile back, but she’s not even looking at Robin. Y/N’s still got her arms folded on her desk, head resting on top of them.

She try’s not to take it personally. She’s got a lot going on. It still doesn’t feel good though.

She was there when Lucas confided in Steve. She heard the way Lucas said Max’s mental health was declining, the way she was withdrawn, the way Max broke up with him, and the way she closed herself off from her friends. Robin couldn’t help but relate to their situation. Y/N’s not your girlfriend, she had to remind herself, it’s not the same.

After that conversation, she noticed how much time Max and Y/N were spending together. It worried her. They both withdrew from their family and friends, and now they were only hanging out with each other? What if Y/N broke off their friendship the way Max broke up with Lucas?

She looks back over at Y/N to see her eyes dash away from Robin’s. Was her mind playing tricks on her? Was she really looking at Robin for what felt like the first time in years?

When class ends, Robin walks over to Y/N’s desk. She hasn’t been this nervous to talk to her since she realized she had a crush on her, in sophomore year. She stands there silently for a moment. What is she supposed to say?

“Hey uh-“ Y/N flinches, “Woah. I’m sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I was just wondering.. wondering what we’re going to do about the project? Cause like, I don’t know what I’m doing in this class, and you’ve always been really good at it. Do you wanna go to my house? Or we can go to your-“ her rambling is cut off when she sees Y/N staring at her with a smile. Her smile is so pretty.

“You’re rambling.”

She didn’t realize that. “I know.”

Jesus Christ, is there any AC in this school? Robin is sweating buckets.

Y/N stuffs her school supplies and paper into her bag messily and Robin scrunches her nose. She always kept her bag so organized, what’s happened to her?

She looks up from where she’s cleaning off her desk, “We can go to mine, I don’t mind. Steve won’t either.”

Oh right. She won’t be going to Y/N’s cozy childhood home, she won’t get greeted by Joyce at the door, and she won’t be invited to stay for dinner. She’ll be going to Steve’s house, because Y/N is staying there now.

Steve doesn’t even know how he convinced his mother and father to let his younger friend move into their house. But maybe something about the fact that they’re never there swayed them.

Robin’s trying to be better, but she can’t help that this makes her a little jealous. Steve gets Y/N all the time. He gets to talk to her and soothe her when she comes into his room because of nightmares. Robin misses that. She misses when Y/N would even tell her about nightmares. The only reason she knows that’s been happening, is because she pried it out of Steve at work.

“O-ok!” She wasn’t expecting her to act like nothing ever happened. “Um, cool! I’ll come over at 6:30?”

Her best friend nods, “I’ll tell Steve that you’ll be over. We can order a pizza.”

Robin’s head is fuzzy from excitement. She hasn’t hung out with her in forever. Even if this is for a school project.

When the fog of excitement disperses from her brain, she realizes that Y/N has already left the room.

Nothing matters anymore. It doesn’t matter that she knows her crush is one sided. It doesn’t matter that she won’t be in Y/N’s childhood bedroom, that she liked more then her own. Hell, it doesn’t even matter that she has to put up with Steve on her day off.

She gets to hang out with Y/N tonight, and that’s all that matters to her in this moment. Just like old times, she thinks.

What Robin didn’t know was that her best friend missed her as well. She missed the sleepovers and movie nights. She missed getting free scoops ahoy, behind Steve’s back. She missed her moms popsicles, orange juice for Robin and lemonade for her. She missed summer 9, when they both hyper fixated on board games, and Joyce bought them enough to last the whole summer. And she missed the way that Robin would play doctor on her knees when she would fall off her bike.

She knew she was withdrawing from Robin, and she felt devastatingly guilty about it. She was going through a lot, she’d tried to reason with herself. It never worked. Maybe this was for the best. Robin didn’t deserve a friend that was actively trying to find her way through a maze.

She didn’t know what to do when Mr. Smith partnered them together. She thought about asking him to change partners, until she saw the way Robin was giddily distracted by something outside the classroom window. She couldn’t do that to her after ditching her for so long- her eyes flit away when she notices Robin turning towards her. Did Robin see that?

Back at the house she greets Steve, who’s on the couch watching Scooby-Doo reruns. He had offered his house to her immediately after he’d learned about her family moving.

She’s upside down to him, because of the way his head is laying against the arm rest. He watches her take her shoes off by the door, and run upstairs to deposit her backpack on her bed, before running back downstairs and flopping next to him on the couch.

“Who are they fighting now?”

He looks over at her, but only briefly, before his eyes are back on the tv. “They’re on a cruise, but they’ve just changed course to the Bermuda Triangle, and the rest of the people on board are ghosts.”

Y/N’s socked feet settle in Steve’s lap. “Sounds scary.”

“We’ve been through worse.” He says dryly, proud when he sees that he’s cracked a grin out of her.

“Robin’s coming over tonight.”

He looks surprised, but she doesn’t have it in her to be offended. “She is? Oh, that’s good. I’ve been telling you how to need to get back out there.”

“It’s only for a school project.”

“Still,” he sits up so he can lean over and ruffle her hair. “I’m proud.”

Those two words weaken her. Steve always makes sure to tell her. She finished her math homework? He’s proud. She managed to drive past the ruins of the mall with him? he so proud of her. She comes into his room, to lay in the bed with him, after a nightmare? He’s proud she’s getting better at being vulnerable.

But every time he says it she feels this warm, gooey, feeling in her chest. Maybe that’s why he does it.

“She’s coming over around 6:30.”

“We can order a pizza.”

“That’s exactly what I said, Steve Harrington.”

Someone knocks on the door while they’re watching their 5th.. 6th?? Episode of Scooby-doo.

Y/N and Steve look up at each other confused. Who could it be? Nobody ever knocks at their door.

“Did you already order the pizza, Steve?”

He shakes his head.

Russians coming back to finish what they started? Steve did give him his address in the bunker.

He can see her thoughts spiraling into something close to dangerous. “Hey,” he whispers, “It’s not them, it’s probably like the.. mailman, or something.” He checks his watch and his face scrunches up.

“What?”

“It’s also 6:20, so there’s also a very real possibility that it’s Robin.”

Shit. She forgot. She flops back down on the couch and covers her eyes with her hands.

The knocking comes again.

“Do you want me to open the door?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Go upstairs before I do.”

She’d always be grateful to Steve for this. He always tried his best to make things easier for her. When school was starting up and she told him it was the last place she wanted to be, he promised to drive her to and from school, so she didn’t have to take the bus. When she was too scared to be home alone, he’d let her come to work with him and sit behind the desk with a book.

And now, he’s giving her the chance to go upstairs and prepare herself for the first interaction with Robin in months.

Y/N hates that it’s come to this. Having to prepare herself to hang out with someone who’s supposed to be her best friend. What if she takes one look at Robins pretty face and spills all her deepest darkest secrets? What if Robin gives her that laugh. The one reserved for Y/N, that makes her chest feel tight in adoration? What if-

There’s a knock on the door, and Y/N knows it’s Robin. It’s the same knock that Robin has used on her bedroom door since they were 6.

Robins head peaks through the door, “Hey, Bug.”

That damn nickname. It catches her so off guard she breaks into a startled smile. When was the last time Robin called her that?

“Hi, Robs.”

A smile grows on Robins face from her own nickname. Robs.

“Hi.” She repeats before walking into the room.

Robin expected it to be the same, bare, guest bedroom she had seen when Y/N had moved in, but it’s decorated. There are posters on every wall, the bed has a big purple comforter on it, and theres a stack of comics and cassettes on a dresser.

It smells like Y/N’s favorite perfume in here, Robin notices. There’s a couple of shirts on the ground, next to an overly full hamper. This room looks so lived in, Robin would never guess she moved in mere months ago.

Y/N catches her taking in the room. “Oh,” she says sheepishly, when she sees Robin staring at the Madonna poster, “Steve did this for me.”

“He did?” Robin feels a swell of pride for Steve.

Y/N walks over to the window that’s blowing in frosty night air, and closes it. Once closed, her curtains slowly fall down to rest besides the wall.

“Yeah. Oh, well, he surprised me with the posters. He dragged me to Linen ‘n Things so I could pick out the bedding.”

A laugh bubbles out of Robin, of course he did. She’s so grateful for Steve in this moment, it’s overwhelming.

Oh god. There’s that laugh. Y/N’s lightheaded from holding in her breath at the sound, eyes crinkling from a smile that fights its way onto her face.

When Robin turns back to her, Y/N is distracted, and Robin can see the smile on her face. She doesn’t know what she did to make her smile, but she hopes she does it again.

She watches Y/N drop down onto the bedroom floor and sits down next to her. Their knees touch when Y/N leans over to grab her backpack.

Robin forces herself to focus on something else, “So, how are we doing this?”

Y/N giggles. Why did she giggle? Robin looks up at her confused.

“I have no idea.”

A giggle is startled out of Robin as well.

Looking back on this, the two girls really do feel blind. Their time doing this project is filled with touches that linger a little too long, drifting eyes, from both the girls, over nose curves, cheek bones, and smile lines. The nervous giggles they let out are uncontrollable.

Steve can hear them from downstairs, feeling guilty at the thought of interrupting them for pizza. Both girls could smell the pizza wafting up into Y/N’s room, but silently ignored it, not realizing the other was ignoring it too.

He was so proud of Y/N coming out of her shell for the first time in months, though, Steve couldn’t help but mettle a little.

“Are you spending the night Robs?” Steve had asked her, picking pepperoni off of his pizza, feigning nonchalance.

Robin brain short circuited. Did Y/N want her to? She certainly wanted to.

She missed the silent conversation Steve and Y/N had with their eyes.

He looks over and can see Robin short circuiting.

“What? It’s a Friday night after all.” He shrugs.

“I- I didn’t bring any pajamas.”

“You can wear some of mine.. If you want.”

So now they’re in her room, under Y/N’s thick purple comforter, laying less then a foot away from each other. The box fan blowing in the background is loud, in comparison to their silence.

Robin is wearing a large marching band tee, that she could’ve sworn she lost in middle school, and cotton shorts.

She rolls around, surprised when she sees Y/N already facing her. Their thighs brush and Robin prays, to whatever god is out there, that Y/N can’t see the way her face flushes from the skin to skin contact.

She’s cant even pretend to be asleep, because Y/N’s eyes are already open, blinking slowly back at her. They lay there silently, staring at each other.

Robin takes in Y/N’s eyelashes, the way they kiss her eyelids, their curve when she closes them. She takes in the way her hair falls over her shoulders, and the way she seems to shrink in embarrassment at Robins gaze.

“I missed you.” Robin murmurs.

“I’m sorry.”

She blinks in confusion. “What’re you sorry for?”

“For distancing myself.”

“You think I’m mad about that?” Robin feels her heart shatter, and wonders if Y/N could hear it.

“You aren’t?”

“No.” Robin whispers, “No, not at all.”

It’s silent now. Robin can hear Y/N’s large breath of relief.

Y/N rolls onto her back with a huff. Her thoughts are going a million miles an hour and she doesn’t know how to stop them. Robin just watches her stare at the ceiling, admiring her side profile.

The next words look like they’re struggling to leave Y/N’s mouth, like she hasn’t made up her mind on wether or not she’s gonna say them. “I need to tell you something.”

Robin sits up on her elbow and can hear the crinkling of fresh sheets under her, “What is it?”

More silence. Y/N sits up, crossing her legs under her as she looks down at Robin, still resting on her elbows. She’s struggling so much to get these words out.

Robin sits up as well. Crossing her legs under her, like Y/N, so that both their knee caps are touching. She watches Y/N’s eyes fixate on where their skin is touching.

“Are you okay?” Robin searches for her eyes.

That was a dumb question, Robin thinks, is she okay from what?

“Yeah- no, I’m fine. I just-“ She looks Robin in the eyes for a mere 3 seconds before covering them with her palms. “I like girls.”

Robin stops breathing. Did Y/N really think Robin would judge her for that? Robin came out to her in junior year.

She softly grabs Y/N’s wrists gently and peels her hands away from her eyes.

“Did you really think I’d judge you for that?”

Y/N shakes her head profusely, frightened that she offended Robin.

“No!”

Robin nods slowly, Y/N still looks like she’s going to burst into tears, and Robin wants anything but that to happen. She doesn’t know how to comfort crying people very well.

Robin smoothes her hand over Y/N’s hairline, “Is there more, bug?”

She hates herself for getting hopeful.

“I also like-“

“Hm?”

“I also like you.” Her voice breaks.

Robin pulls her hand back. Her whole world stops. Is she kidding? She doesn’t even know how to respond.

Y/N takes Robin’s silence as fear, disgust.

“And, I- I know that just because you’re a lesbian, doesn’t mean you like every girl you know. I know that! And you don’t have to like me back. Truly, you don’t have to-“

Her words are cut off as Robin flings her arms around her. There’s so much momentum that Y/N has to brace her hands behind her, so that she doesn’t fall backwards.

She doesn’t know what to do. Slowly, and confusedly, she wraps her arms around Robin’s stomach.

“Why are you hugging me?” Comes out muffled, from her face being mushed into Robin’s sleep shirt.

Robin shakes her head in the crook of her neck.

When they pull back both girls are in tears. Taking one look at their glossy eyes, they both break into wet giggles.

“Why are you crying?” Robin teases, searching for Y/N’s eyes again. “I’m the one that just got love professed to her.”

Y/N shakes her head “Why am I crying? I’m the one that just came out to you.”

“I’ll let you have it.”

She scoffs amusedly, “She’ll let me have it.”

Robin grins, so brightly, so full of pride, Y/N has no choice but to smile back. Two lovesick fools sit, staring at each other.

There’s a brief moment where Robin glances down at Y/N’s lips. Their faces are so close. How didn’t they notice that?

“Can I-?” Robin is looking down at her lips unashamedly now.

She nods. They both lean in, unsure of how this’ll effect their friendship. What if one likes it and the other doesn’t? What if they both don’t like it? Is that years of friendship down the drain? They both flinch a little at the same time. Smiling at each other, they go for it again.

Y/N has never kissed a boy before, or anyone for that matter, but this feels right. This feels perfect.

Robin grabs her face and Y/N has to clutch her arms for support.

The sound of a loud gasp breaks them apart.

They turn around, horrified, to see Steve standing there. He’s covering up his excitement poorly, bouncing from foot to foot.

“I was just coming to see if you too wanted to watch a movie with me but if you’re too busy-“ he smiles cheekily.

“Harrington.“

“I’ve got Indiana Jones, but if you’re-“

“Harrington!”

He gives Y/N a giddy smile. “Yes?”

“We’ll down in a moment.”

“Okay.” He winks at her before closing the door.

The bed sheets shuffle as Y/N turns towards Robin again.

“Girlfriend.” Y/N test’s slowly.

Robin tucks some hair behind the girls ear, and then cups her face, so she can lean forward and kiss the edge of her mouth.

“Girlfriend.”

[anima-writer]

maybe childhood friends with Adam and Jonah? where Jonah and the reader get to mess around with Adam!

Childhood Friends w/ Adam Murray and Jonah Marshall

Summary: Literally the title

Pairing[s]: Adam Murray × Reader × Jonah Marshall, Platonic.

Warning[s]: suicide (From Lynn Murray) and mentions of kids kidnapping.

Word Count: 827

A/N: Finally stoping being a tramp and working on the previous requests (:<

How you guys meet up?—

It's very likely that you guys got to know each other pretty early on, because I feel like Lynn would be the type of mom who likes to have a group of first-time moms where everyone helps each other out, you know? And because of that, you literally met each other at birth.

With all this news of mass child abductions, your mother ended up making the decision to throw away her TV as she didn't want to wait to find out what'd happened to you. It would have been nice if Miss Lynn had done what you mother also did earlier.

One afternoon, you mother wanted to stop by her friend's house just to deliver some things that she had promised to return, but when she entered the house, she ended up encounting with a woman hanging over the ceiling and the TV on, but only the rustle was heard. Your mother knew exactly what this scenario was about.

"Oh no... It happened." —said your mother with her eyes still focused on the dead body of her, now, ex-friend. Upon searching the room a little further, your mother ends up finding a small baby lying in the corner of the TV, sobbing and choking on his own tears. The woman picks up poor baby Adam and tries to calm him down before calling the police.

In short: the cops couldn't do much since the boy's own father was reported missing a while back and so the little boy had to be given up for adoption. Your mother ended up not liking the idea so she tried to go to court to get legal custody of little Adam. She did it :)

So...yeah... You and Adam are practically siblings now...yay!! :D

Now about Jonah, there's a large percentage that you and Adam met him together at school and became friends at the same time making the three of you a well known trio around school. Rumors are going around that the three of you were never seen apart, and those who see the trio separated would be unlucky for the rest of the week 😰

Just kidding! Hehe...or maybe not— 🤨

Your relationship with them two—

Your relationship with these two would be chaotic as the three of you are literally the troublemakers and like to pester everywhere you guys can step. Mainly you and Jonah, Adam even participates in these things but mostly he just stays with you just to follow and making sure you guys are still alive.

Now about your relationship with each one, let's start with our dear Adam!

100% sure you would have that classic relationship of siblings who are always fighting over everything but in front of mom they are the greatest angels that the earth has ever had. And if they are not fighting, manipulation is also valid.

"Adam."

"hm?"

"Remember when mom adopt you and now you're my favorite brother?"

"hm"

"...go take me a cup of glass—"

"fuck you."

What a lovely siblings relationship 🥰

Despite lots of name-calling, death threats, punches and all that's good... you two love each other very much and would never let anything bad happen to either of you :)

Now a little bit about our other sweet boy, Jonah!

Jonah would be another brotherly figure for you and Adam, Jonah ended up being such a close friend to the point that he could always arrange sleepovers, that was when you were kids but who says you can't do that in your adulthood?

"Guys, guys, guy—"

"TALK ALREADY!"

"I saw that my neighbor has candy but I need some distractions so I can take them..."

"..."

"Yes, we are totally in."

"Yes!"

Not a day is boring when Jonah is around you as he always makes a mess to get you all involved. There are times when you all participate but most of the time the biggest troublemakers are you and Jonah.

You two practically have clown-to-clown telepathy if you haven't figured it out yet.

Growing up together—

You end up not changing as much from what you were before, but one of you ended up changing drastically that you and Jonah would even think was cool, which was Adam. Adam was now a type of person who was always looking for something to risk and live an adventure. You and Jonah don't know where all that adventurous drive came from, but it's not like you're complaining, is it?

It didn't take long for Adam to find the perfect club for the three of you which would be the Bythorne Paranormal Club (which would later be changed by Adam himself to the Bythorne Paranormal Society).

In this club you end up meeting a new member for the group who would be Sarah Heathcliff!

"You guys are now a quartet! Nobody can stop you now!" — you thought with a big smile, little did you know that after participating in this society to hunt possible paranormal cases, everyone's lives would turn upside down.