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chaotic-mystery · 1 year

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ꨄ Pairing: bfd!joel miller x f!reader

ꨄ Summary: Sarah’s home from college and you visit her…and her dad. What happens when you find his lewd magazine collection that resembles you a little too much?

ꨄ Content Warnings: SMUT! 18+ only- MDNI. Unprotected p in v, age gap (not specific but it’s there ya know) daddy!kink, pet names (bunny, baby doll, good girl, etc.) masturbating, Joel cums on your face, cum eating, dirty fucking talk, Joel talks you through it, slight choking if you squint, kinda perv Joel, descriptions of lewd mags.

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When Sarah visited from college, you were constantly at the Miller’s house for her time being there. She went off to school and you stayed behind in lil Texas but that never changed your friendship as she was constantly calling you and sending you texts about her roommates and soccer team. From time to time she’d ask you how her dad was, he would sometimes forget to answer his phone before he passed out on the couch from working himself to death. You would bring him food whenever you cooked too much and he’d always have this rule about not giving you an empty container back, so after the food was gone, Joel would make it his mission to cook or bake the next day and put some in your container before returning it.

With a container full of brownies and the driveway looking complete again with both of their cars parked, you walked inside and kicked off your shoes, rounding the corner to the living room to find Sarah.

“Saraaah? Where ya at?” You called out in a singsong tone and peeked everywhere for her in the kitchen, even Joel's den. That’s when you noticed him sitting at his desk, his broad shoulders tugging his shirt tightly over his back. Joel turns around and takes off his glasses, looking at you with a smile on his face.

“Hey darlin’! Whatcha got in there?” His finger points to the brownies and the heat in your cheeks rises, knowing your brownies were his favorite.

“Uhhhh brownies for you and Sarah. For the record, I somehow didn’t make enough to share with her friends so I wouldn’t suggest leaving them out in the kitchen if you want to enjoy them.” You grin and walk towards him as he adjusts in his seat and leans back, hands folded behind his head while he watches you open the lid. You reach in and grab a treat for him, handing it off gently, careful not to make a mess. Joel took a bite, closing his eyes in bliss.

“I love when you put the Reese's cup right in the middle and it’s warm. God damn these are amazin’ sweetheart. Thank you.” His beautiful brown eyes meet yours once more and he smiles, shoving the last bite in his mouth.

“Sarah’s out back with ‘er friends if you wanna run off, sure you don’t wanna be here all night with a geezer like me. Think I’ll be in here until I fall asleep.” He chuckles and puts his glasses back on before spinning his chair around and shuffling his papers around.

You couldn’t help but linger for just a second, taking notice of the way his hair curled more towards the nape of his neck, the way he grunts a little when he’s writing down work stuff, the pictures of Sarah scattered across his desk in picture frames.

Being aware not to overstay your welcome in his presence, you cleared your throat and smiled even though he wasn’t looking and for a small second your hand brushed against his elbow as you turned to leave.

When you exited the den, you could feel your heart beating in your ears and your breath still short in your lungs. You were ashamed at how attracted to your best friend's dad you were but there was nothing for you to stop the feeling. You tried dating other men, you tried not coming over as much, but nothing worked. You constantly thought about Joel when it was late at night and your hand was in your panties, trying to give yourself some relief.

As you walked outside to the fire pit where Sarah and her friends were, you tried to blow off your thoughts about her dad and try to be in the moment with her, attempting to be present.

Sarah gets up and engulfs you in a hug, shaking you from side to side.

A few hours passed by filled with jokes and old stories being shared, some of which were Sarahs from the last few months at school. The bright moon was high in the starry sky, your mind still wandering to Joel every now and then just dying to know what he was thinking about. He was still in his den, you assumed scribbling notes about work. You really wanted to be in there with him on his lap, playing with his hair while he’s trying to focus on his task at hand but he can’t because your skirt is just a tad too short for his liking.

“Sarah I uh, I think I’m gonna go lay down upstairs for awhile, the smoke is giving me a headache.” You try sounding as convincing as possible and she nods, telling you that her bed is open to you if you want it. Slowly you go inside and steal a glance at Joel to make sure he’s still in his chair. The idea came to you a little while ago when you saw him through the window of his room tugging on his hoodie. How it’d feel to lay in his bed and pretend he was next to you, to smell like him and think about his hands and mouth all over you.

It took you no time to slip into his room quietly, taking light footsteps as the den was directly underneath his bedroom. His room smelled good, like laundry detergent and a little bit of cologne, the glass bottles of scents sitting on his dresser by the oscillating fan. This was definitely his favorite spot to be in, his books scattered everywhere with bookmarks in them, a pair of reading glasses from H-E-B in almost every corner. There was a small night light plugged in that glowed blue, just enough for you to see where you were going to dive straight in his bed. The soft cotton sheets felt like the ones from hotels, they stay cold no matter what and they make it that much harder to get out of.

As you sit down on his side of the bed, you observe everything on the nightstand. His wallet, loose change, some gum and old receipts from gas stations he’s been meaning to toss. Fixated on the drawer handle, you give it a tug and find who he really is inside as the contents come flying to the front. All of his pocket knives tucked away neatly with some car magazines stacked on top of each other. You begin to dig through the pile, it suddenly going from cars to girls spread apart over the tops of them right on the cover. Jackpot.

Your fingers grab the stack and toss the boring ones back inside the drawer, your other hand flipping through the other ones. Many of the pages were dog-eared, noticing rather quickly the model on them looked almost identical to you. Surely it could’ve been just a coincidence he’s got them bookmarked and they just so happen to look like you…right?

You couldn’t focus on anything but this, opening another one and flipping to every page that was dog-eared. Every. Single. Page. Looked like you.

Your excitement was flooding your panties making it hard for you to not want to touch yourself in his bed. You laid back and took the magazine with you, placing it right next to your arm as your hand inched down your skirt into your white undergarment. Your freehand covers your mouth as a whimper tries to slip out. God did you need him. You needed Joel so badly, your pussy was clenching around nothing but the pure thought of his hand touching you instead of your own.

Never in a million years did you think Joel looked at you in that way. He never once gave you the impression he wanted you, maybe he did and you just never noticed.

Your eyes closed as your fingertips circled tightly around your clit, knees bent while you squirm with pleasure wrapped up in his sheets. Joel’s fingers would feel so much better inside you while he kisses your neck, just sending you over the top and making you cum so hard you see stars.

Just as your hips started to lean into your own touch and you were finding that smooth rhythm, the door handle jiggles slightly and your whole body freezes up, fingers immediately leaving your slit. There was no time to put away what you took out, let alone get out of his bed. Before you could react more, there he was standing in the doorway, the hallway light making out his silhouette of his body.

“W-what…the hell are you doin’ in here?!” He shouts and shuts the door quickly, drawing the curtains before he turns on a lamp.

“Mr.Miller I’m so sorry I- I laid down to take a nap and I found these, I just wanted to see them I’m-” The words stuttered out of you as you sit up, smoothing your skirt down on your thighs, hoping and praying he doesn’t see your panties still pulled to the side underneath.

“You shouldn’t be lookin’ at that stuff, especially in my bed. That’s not for innocent girls like you, sweetheart.” Joel starts to gather them together, his knees on the floor on the opposite side of the bed, flailing the lude magazines around in the air when he looks up at you and sighing deeply.

“Jus..get out of my bed please. I can’t, this is so wrong. You’re my daughter's best friend, I couldn’t do that to ya-” Joel leans into his hands with his elbows leaning on the mattress, not wanting to say more than he has to. Of course he wanted you, but it was so wrong. He knew it was wrong to lay in bed at night and stare at your instagram and jack off to your face, moaning your name as he shot his load into a tissue before clearing his search history and tossing the napkin into the trash. He knew it was wrong to even buy all those magazines the moment he thought about putting them back in case someone ever found out why those specific pages were saved.

“Mr.Miller..” You whisper and get on your hands and knees to make your way in front of his face, your skirt falling above your hips. “I’m not a little girl anymore ya know. No one will have to know, I know how to keep secrets. Do you know how to keep secrets?” You grab his hand and gently pull it away from his face for him to look at you, his eyes squinting at the smirk playing against your lips.

“Not a little girl, huh? Well, I know that considering you were touching yourself in my bed, baby doll.”

“I-I don’t know wh-” The heat in your cheeks made it harder for you to articulate your words and Joel chuckled dryly, getting up and soon enough he was towering over you as you laid there on your stomach. A firm spank on your ass makes you yelp in pain and he groans at the sight of you, your tits bouncing everywhere. Joel grabs your face gently and runs his thumb over your bottom lip and makes his way inside, your tongue circling around his skin slowly.

“Goddamnit you make it so hard not to want you, baby. You wanna be a big girl and fuck a man like me huh? You ready for all that y’think?” Even though he was asking, it didn’t feel like he was asking. Joel didn’t give a shit about your answer as he knew the truth, he just wanted to see how eager you were to respond. A soft whimper came before your words, “Yes please, Mr.Miller. I need you so bad, I think about you all the time and it’s clear the feeling is mutual, considering all the bookmarked pages.” You rolled over on your back, nibbling on his thumb still as he towered over you, eyes scanning you over very closely.

“Sit up for me baby, let me sit down.”

You get up and wait eagerly for him to sit against the pillows, his hoodie coming off before he gets comfortable. “C’mere, sit in daddy’s lap.” His hand runs along his inner thigh as he watches your every move, your eyes couldn’t help but look at his growing bulge in his jeans. As you lean your back against his bare chest, his warmth radiating against you while his hands make their way up your shirt to your hardened nipples and pinches them gently. Soft kisses on your neck right below your ear start to make you squirm with your legs clamping shut, your skirt tugging in every direction to keep yourself from pleasing yourself.

“Ahhh, let’s see this one, let’s see.” He says as he grabs a magazine off the bed and flips to the first bookmarked page, a girl dressed in country attire with her breasts exposed from the flannel and her ass cheeks hanging out of what looked like jean panties but they were just super short shorts.

“You wanna know what I was thinkin’ about when I seen this one baby doll?” His mouth brushing against your earlobe as he kissed and nipped at the skin before continuing.

“I was thinkin’ about you dressin’ up like that for halloween and begging me to take off those tight little jean shorts and take you right there against my truck before takin’ your cute ass back to your house. Bet you’d love to flash me when no one’s lookin’ huh?” Joel chuckles and continues to flip pages, meanwhile your pussy was getting wetter and wetter by the second with every photo your eyes looked over.

Next one he stopped on, he made sure to open the pages wide so you could see the entire photo. She was wearing a sports jersey with little braided pigtails and spread legs over the coffee table, cupping her pussy, panties pulled to the side.

“Mmmmm, this one is my favorite,” He starts and pulls you into him tighter, “see this one, I always think about how cute you look when you’re in your jersey for football sunday, oh how I would love to spread you over my coffee table and eat your pussy right there in front of all my friends.”

You couldn’t handle it anymore, the pulsing in your pussy was eating away at you, clenching once again around nothing. Crossing your legs seemed to help, but not worth a shit.

You moan and lean your head against his collar bone, Joel’s lips automatically attacking yours. His tongue licked into your mouth, looking for yours to play with.

“Touch yourself baby, show me how you think about me when you play with that little pussy, go on baby, make me proud.”

Your hand wasted no time before meeting your clit once more only now was it coated in more slick than originally. “T-tell me more, Mr.Miller. Show me another one.” You beg and he happily flips to a new page, a POV shot of the photographer inside a car with a girl pressing her soapy wet tits against the window.

“You can wash my car like that baby, I won’t say no. Jus’ make sure you’re ready for my cock in your mouth after you do that.” moans and whimpers one after another leave your mouth as he flips through countless magazines while he bites and sucks on your neck. Joel’s tongue licks the spot he just bit, telling you you’re such a good girl for him the way you play with yourself, teasing a couple of fingers at your entrance while he shows you how much of a perv he really is.

“You want daddy to fuck you now, show you what you’ve been imagining for years? I can make you feel so good baby but you have to be quiet okay?” Joel’s hands go separate ways, one on your mouth and one replacing your hand in your panties, his thick fingers curling into your entrance coated in your sweet slick.

“Yesss daddy yes, touch me right there yes- ahh-! Shove your fingers deep inside me please, oh my god.” You growl with gritted teeth and lean into his touch, your hips raising with every thrust inside you he makes.

You could feel the white hot fire starting in your stomach, your orgasm just in reach. Joel must’ve known too because just when you grabbed his wrist and basically rubbed against it, he pushed you on your back and got on top of you, your legs folded against his chest after he ripped off your panties. Your skirt’s pushed up around your waist and Joel groans at the glimpse of your glossy cunt.

He yanked down his pants and kicked them off along with his boxers, kneeling in front of you once more, hard cock in hand. “This is so fuckin’ wrong, bunny. So wrong..” he mumbled as the tip of his cock nudged roughly against your clit.

“Daddy-oh fuck- put it inside me, please, wanna feel you ruin me, break me Mr.Miller.”

Joel groans and breathes in sharply as he tries to cram his thick cock inside your tight entrance. “God you’re so tight, princess. Don’t squirm too much, okay?” A devilish grin meets your eyes and he pushes himself deeper inside you, grabbing onto your leg and putting it on his shoulder.

“Should I get you a new anklet baby doll, one that has my name on it, so you never forget who you belong to?” He mutters against your skin before biting the inside of your ankle right under the jewelry.

You arch your back off the bed as he begins to thrust into you with every inch of him splitting you open.

“I’ll wear it proudly for you baby, no one will know how much of a slut I am for my best friend’s dad.” You cry out and Joel leans down, placing his lips to yours sloppy and getting spit all over your mouth. He drinks in your moans, fucking into you faster and harder with his balls slapping against your arousal covered pussy so good it makes a small clicking sound.

He was drilling into you, keeping your leg bent against your chest while he twisted and pinched your nipple with his free hand.

“Like that don’t ya princess? You’ve got such beautiful tits it’s hard not to wanna pull one out and suck on ‘em every time ya come over.” He grumbled, popping a nipple into his mouth, licking and biting at the hard little bud to make you cry out and tug on his soft curls.

Your body was practically throwing itself onto him, hungry for him to rot your brain and think of nothing but his dick for the next several days while you try to mimic how good you feel right now, chasing that blissful feeling like your entire body is on vibrate.

Joel cups your face with one hand, fingertips digging into your cheek to make you look at him while he pants heavily and you dip your chin down, lips parted for his thumb to find its way back to rest on your tongue.

“Fuck, Joel d-don’t stop- oh fuck!” His palm roughly covers your mouth and squeezes while you cry out louder, trying to close your legs to keep the orgasm at bay. “Shhhh easy sweet girl, easy. I know it feels good but you can’t get us caught, ‘kay?” He slows his rhythm down but it’s still just as rough, making your brows furrow and your eyes pleading for him to keep going.

You didn’t give a single fuck if you got caught. The neighbors could hear you scream his name for all you cared and you’d be proud of that. Proud to let everyone know you got fucked by your best friends dad and he was good.

“Gonna keep that pretty mouth shut for daddy or am I gonna have to fill it so you can’t scream?” He purred against your ear, only making your voice muffle louder against his palm.

The white hot pressure was coming for you again in the pit of your stomach, eyes rolling so far back in your skull you’re seeing stars.

“Cum for me baby, cmon. Show me how you used to cum all alone in your room thinkin’ about a old man like me filling you so full of my cock you’d rub yourself raw because it felt so good.” Joel reached down between your two lower abdomens that were pressed together and started to rub your clit with his thumb, his fingers resting just above your bundle of nerves. His body was on top of yours, weighing you to the mattress so you couldn’t run from what was about to happen as his hips kept your legs from meeting together.

“Daddy, oh fuck- yes please don’t st-top, keep it j-ust like that- yes yes yes yes-”

The shrieking moans you were letting out had Joel grinning proudly at what he was doing to you, how fucked out he had you.

The circling on your clit sent you over the edge and soon enough your pussy was squeezing around him, barely croaking out his name and your body jolted with every wave of pleasure washing over you.

Joel laughed menacingly and pulled his cock out of you, the cold air brushing against your slick covered cunt.

He straddled your chest and started to jerk off right above your face, the tip leaking cum, dripping down your chin. Joels grunts get deeper and deeper the faster he moves his fist over the swollen tip of his cock, his stomach caving with every breath.

Hot ropes of cum splatter on your face and neck, some going in your mouth as Joel’s head tips back while he paints your face. The curls that are stuck to his forehead with sweat make you giggle, his whole entire chest glistening faintly with sweat.

“Fuuuuuuckk baby- Jesus Christtt” he growls as he finishes himself off, milking his cock empty of cum. His thumb sloppily wipes up the liquid from your cheeks and puts it on your tongue, making you swallow every last drop. “That’s my fuckin good girl, yesss” he mutters against your puffy swollen lips, licking at your tongue.

You already wanted him to make you cum again but there was no time, you heard everyone cleaning up outside as chairs were being scooted across the patio and cans were tossed in the trash. Joel got off your chest and tugged on his pajama pants from the dresser, grinning at you.

“Be good and come find me after everyone falls asleep, I’m not done with your cute ass just yet.” His hand slips around your waist and pulls you in for a chest kiss while you pull down your skirt. The back door opened downstairs and there was no chance in hell you’d find your panties, leaving you comando as you ran across the hall and into your sleeping back with the covers over everything except your head. Your smile was from ear to ear, and fuck were you absolutely going to find him later.

A few days later he brought over his famous pancakes for breakfast in the same container your brownies were in.

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theolivetree123 · 1 month

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Welcome, foolish mortals...

To Halloween Town!

☆ My 150+ follower event/raffle! ☆

Event Summary

THIS EVENT IS NOW CLOSED!

Deep within the forests of Briar Valley, there's a small town home to barely 2,000 residents. This town is rumored to be the most haunted town ever, home to 999 ghosts! This town is known as Halloween Town, as the residents both alive and dead celebrate Halloween almost every night. The people who live there pride themselves on their Halloween spirit and never stop from celebrating the paranormal and spooky. This month, however, mayor Mike Esqueleto and his lovely wife, Camila, have decided to send out an invitation for you to come and visit their monthly Hallows Eve Party!

Locations

Town Square

The Town Square holds the most important things to the Esqueleto family, including the large fountain in the center of the square. People say that there's phantoms in the fountains' water, and if you give them an offering, you'll receive good luck. This is where the Hallows Eve Party will take place.

Boogie Man's Palace

Run by the Piker family, this casino and party venue is the perfect destination for those who enjoy loud, sensational parties and taking risks. The place is lavish and full of things to do, such as play in the arcade, have dinner, and, of course, gamble all of your thaumarks away! Though, only people who are 18 and older can go into Boogie Man's Palace.

La Miel Boutique

Run by the Miel family, this boutique is quite famous in Halloween Town. They make almost every single outfit for the Esqueletos and act as their personal tailors. In the boutique, you'll find many... unconventional outfits made by the Miel family.

The Nightmare Graveyard

This graveyard is the only one in Halloween Town, facing directly into the night sky. The mayor put the graveyard in that location so the spirits of the dead could cross over easily, or that's what he said. The Nightmare Graveyard, despite the name, is a very bittersweet area, with flowers growing and gifts given to the departed on their graves. If you come here, remember to bring gifts.

Rules

Here in Halloween Town, the people are very strict when it comes to following their customs, so be sure to read the rules carefully!

Content

Please, no NSFW!

Everyone, whether you're following me or not can participate!

Everyone is invited, whether they're OCs, yuusonas, or canon characters.

You can participate by making cards, fanart, fanfics, edits, whatever!

If you decide to participate, tag me and use the tag, welcometohalloweentown!

The deadline for this event is August 30th!

Outfits

For this event, please dress up in something gothic and (somewhat) fancy. Here's some examples below.

Of course, your outfits don't need to be all black, but as long as you keep it spooky and mysterious, you'll be fine.

If you decide to make a card, please use the base below.

Visitors

Constance Sanderson by me!

Yuuki Kamiyama by me!

Ryuuni by @the-rini-rush

Alieen Mooncoult and Yukai Kitigawa by @beezonia

Belladonna Wiccavir by @beezonia

Baxton Piker by @readsrandomstuff67

Reese Kingbit by @kickasscentral

Sidney by @babyghoul138

Yuya, Astrid, and Flori by @cheerleaderman

Albert and Eugenio by @the-trinket-witch

Jewel Imerladi by @jewelulu

Deuce and Yuuki fanart by @spade-12

Yuuna Perla by @crystallizsch

Jade Leech by @mirioho

If there's anything you need me to elaborate on, or let me know about this event, don't hesitate to send me a dm or an ask!

I'm excited to see what you create!

Now onto...

The Raffle!

THIS EVENT HAS ENDED!

During the Hallows Eve Party, there will be a competition to fight for the love of the Corpse Bride. In this competition, a random person is picked from the crowd to be the bride, while other random people choose to be the grooms. The bride must choose which groom they like best before sunrise or else they suffer bad luck for all eternity! (Or, that's what the mayor said.)

This month, Yuuki has been chosen as the Corpse Bride! And you are free to choose/make a character to be Yuuki's one and only! I will randomly choose a winner, and whoever made the character will also get a special piece of fanart of your character and Yuuki.

Rules

No NSFW!

Yuuki is pansexual, so any person of any gender can be a groom!

Yuuki is also 18, so please don't make your character have a huge age gap!

Everyone is only allowed to make one entry for the raffle! (one character)

Only people who are following me can participate in the raffle!

Make art for your groom, tag me, and add the tag, corpsebrideraffle!

Please draw your groom in a tuxedo or a dress!

If you decide to make a card, please use this as your base:

Please only use this base if you're participating in the raffle!

The raffle will start on the 22nd of August and end on the 30th, where I'll randomly pick a winner!

Now it's the for the sappy note lol.

Thanks to everyone who's supported me and this blog. Whether you're a mutual, follower, or just a person who liked one of my posts, I'm so SO happy to see people who like what I do. I've always had trouble finding people who like the same things as me, and even now, even though I have irl friends, even they don't understand some of the things I'm really passionate about. But here, I feel so free to share my interests and my drawings with all of you! I hope to keep making all of you smile and feel like you have a home here since you all did the same for me. Thank you all again!

Sincerely, Olive 💙

#welcometohalloweentown!#corpsebrideraffle!#disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst fanart #twst oc #ocs #custom twst event #twst event #the nightmare before christmas

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sorrowedpickle · 1 year

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In my arms

Jenna Ortega x fem!reader

Summary: times are hard for Jenna while filming for Wednesday, so you decide to pay her a little visit

A/N: I was eating Reese pieces while making this

A lil short once again

Warnings: none? I think

Your fingers drum on your knees as you stare out the window, eyes watching the trees and buildings pass in the dark night as the Uber drives you from the air port to your girlfriends apartment, well her temporary one.

It had been hard on her, the filming of Wednesday was a difficult process. She would wake up earlier than the rest of the cast to get ready and film, practicing different things to make her role perfectly.

Then, without even having a break from her hours of work, her Cello instructor would be waiting inside her apartment for her to start their session. Leaving her absolutely exhausted with not much sleep, the most she can get is only about six to seven before getting up and repeating the whole process.

She had called you a number of times, crying her eyes out and seeking your comfort late at night. Ranting about all of it while all you could do is sit there and listen, heartbreaking as you listen to the poor girl as she speaks and cries.

So, you did the only thing you knew you could do. Bought the expensive ass plane ticket, went through the whole process of getting through security only for the flight to be delayed for a few hours next to a screaming baby.

But, it was all worth for her, especially since she’s gone through worse in the past few months you two have been apart. It’s the least you could do instead of just lazing around your home worrying about her.

Eventually, you arrive at the apartment building and get out, hauling your duffel bag over your shoulders and paying the uber a decently large tip and stepping inside making a beeline for the elevator and luckily, the lady at the front desk doesn’t question you.

You feel a mixture of emotions running through your body as you wait for the elevator to take you up to Jenna's apartment. On one hand, you're excited to finally see her after being apart for what feels like forever. On the other hand, you're a bit anxious about how she'll react to your surprise visit.

The elevator doors open, and you step out into a quiet hallway. You make your way down the hall, feeling a bit nervous as you approach the door to Jenna's apartment.

You feel your heart race as you knock on Jenna's apartment door. A few moments later, you hear soft footsteps and the sound of locks being undone. The door opens, and Jenna stands there in shock, her eyes wide and her mouth open.

Before she can say anything, you step forward and wrap your arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace eager to feel her in your arms again. She immediately melts into you, clinging to you tightly.

You feel her shudder slightly, tense body relaxing under your hold and you take a moment to realize how much you’ve actually missed her. Her smell, the way she felt, her holding you. "You're here," she whispers.

"Of course I am," you respond, running your fingers through her dark hair. You breathe in the scent of her shampoo and feel the weight of her head on your chest. It's like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, and all the tension and worry of the past few weeks dissolves into nothing.

For a moment, you stand there, simply enjoying the sensation of her in your arms. You had gone too had been too long without holding the petite girl and she seemed to agree as her grip tightens on you.

You slowly pull away but not too far, reaching one hand up to rest on the side of her face causing her to look up at you with those beautiful brown eyes.

You smile, pressing a gently yet needy kiss to her soft lips that she immediately returns, placing both of her arms around your shoulders to pull you closer.

Then, with a sigh of contentment, you slowly pull away and gently lift her up bridal style and carry her inside the apartment, kicking your duffle back to sit beside the door.

As you make your way through the apartment, you take the time to look around the place. It was small but enough room for one person, her things liter around the place made it seem fit just for her. The take out boxes helped with that too.

You enter her room and gently set her down on her bed, noticing how exhausted she looks after the long hours she’s been working. Her skin is pale, and she has dark circles under her eyes from fatigue. You brush her hair back from her face, noticing how long it's grown since you last saw her, and kiss her tenderly on the forehead. "I'm here now," you say softly. "You don’t have to be alone anymore.”

Jenna looks up at you with a soft look on her face. The small smile made your heart melt, and you can feel her arms wrapping around you, holding you tightly. You smile down at her, feeling the way your heart beat started up and warmth that filled your stomach. She seemed to always have that affect on you no matter how long you’ve known her.

"I missed you so much," Jenna says, her voice trembling.

"I missed you too," you reply, brushing a strand of hair from her face. A smell smile rest on your face as you stare at her, deep brown eyes tired but so full of life, freckles scattered across the pale skin she had earned from the lack of sun in Romania. "Let's get you some rest, okay?"

You help her shift into the bed and get comfortable, moving to lay beside her in the her back pressed into your front as you wrap your arms around her and pull her impossibly closer. Her arms wrap around yours, gripping tightly as she’s in a dream and you’ll disappear when she wakes.

You simply just kiss the back of her head, legs intertwining with hers and you take her hand, linking your fingers together and squeezing them gently.

You both lay there in the bed, listening to the gentle sound of each other's breathing, lost in each other's embrace. You feel your limbs growing heavy with weariness, but you don't want to let go. You want to stay here, in this moment, with her forever.

Just as you think you might drift off to sleep, you hear Jenna's voice, soft and husky. "I love you," she says, her breath warming the skin on your arms causing goosebumps to run along your skin.

You smile, your heart swelling with love. "I love you too," you say, your voice just as quiet and tender as hers.

As you drift off to sleep, you're filled with a sense of peace and contentment. This is home, her in your arms.

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A/N: something I had saved in my notes for a bit.

Also please let me know what you think, I’m not sure about it😭

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agaypanic · 1 year

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Omg I’m obsessed w ur writing! I’m back on my Francis brainrot lol

Could u do a Francis Wilkerson x reader smut where she’s the baby sitter who he’s secretly dating and they let her stay for dinner and then after they have sex?

Keep Your Voice Down (Francis Wilkerson X Reader Smut)

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Summary: You’re the Wilkerson’s go-to babysitter, able to handle any of the chaos the boys throw at you. But you’re Francis’ favorite for other reasons.

A/N: i <3 Francis brainrot. Warning for unprotected sex, wrap it before you tap it. AU where Piama doesn’t exist. As usual, bc it’s smut i’d love some feedback, no matter how much of it i write it doesn’t get easier lol

CW: p in v intercourse, slight praise kink, begging, thigh riding, dirty talk, unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), semi rough sex

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You had been the Wilkerson’s favorite, and sometimes only, babysitter since you were 15. It had happened by complete accident. You had become friends with Francis before he got shipped off to military school. He had invited you over one day, and in a rush to get to work, Lois put you and Francis in charge of looking after his brothers. When she and Hal got home that night, you were serving dinner to the boys and somehow convinced them to take baths afterward and go to bed at a reasonable time.

The rest was history.

When Francis got sent away, you started babysitting more to help the Wilkersons out. They usually couldn’t pay you much, but you didn’t care because you got to hang out with boys that were basically gremlins, got free dinner, and when staying overnight, you’d always call Francis.

But the best days were when he was home for a weekend or holiday. It was hard because he was always away, but your friendship developed into a relationship when he came home for spring break one year. It was a little surprising that you’ve been together for so long since you rarely got to see each other, but you made it work. It was significantly easier when he got a job at the Grotto because a lot of his good pay went towards visiting his family, and secretly you. Secretly, because his family didn’t know you were dating.

“Mom, I like Y/n and all. But I don’t understand why we still need a babysitter.” Reese followed his mother around the house while she prepared for dinner.

“You do know I can hear you, right?” You laughed as you sat at the kitchen table he stood beside.

“No offense, but I’m sixteen. Having a babysitter is ruining my rep.”

“Reese, when you show enough responsibility to prove to me that you don’t need a babysitter, Y/n will stop being your babysitter.” Lois groaned, clearly done with this conversation.

“Mom, if we did that, Y/n would be my babysitter until I die.” You laughed at his seriousness.

“What’s so funny?” You leaped out of your seat from the voice. Francis stood on the step bordering the kitchen, grinning at the three of you.

“Francis!” You squealed, running around the table to launch yourself into his arms. Working at the ranch must have been a real workout for him because he caught you with ease, not stumbling an inch from your force. “What are you doing here?”

“Otto gave me the week off, said I deserved it for all the work I’ve been doing. So I decided to come up to visit.” He pecked your cheek before setting you down, which seemed to be in a friendly manner. But you knew better. You stepped away so the rest of his family could say hello to him, even though you wished you could have him all to yourself right now.

“Are you on the clock?” He asked when everyone gave him space. You shook your head.

“Not really. Your mom’s here, but I’m keeping an eye on the boys every now and then. I’m staying for dinner, though.” Francis nodded as he listened, and then smirked. He leaned in to whisper in your ear, a hand on your hip.

“Maybe after dinner, we can have some dessert?” You felt your cheeks heat up. Although he whispered so no one else could hear, his tone was bold and seductive. You cleared your throat, trying to regain composure.

“I think I’ll need some convincing.” You responded before walking away, out of his hold, to help Lois with dinner.

You didn’t need any convincing. With how long it’s been since the last time you saw Francis, it took everything in you not to drag him to the bathroom for some quick relief. But you knew that if you held out on him long enough, the end result would be amazingly worth it.

He made sure to sit next to you during dinner. He did nothing at first, putting food on your plate like a good friend would. Casually making conversation with everyone while you ate. Part of you thought he forgot about your little exchange.

But then, in the middle of dinner, he put his hand on your thigh. It was so surprising you almost choked on your water. Thank God there was a tablecloth to cover his actions. Above the table, he wasn’t even paying attention to you, too engrossed in a conversation with his father about something ranch related. You would’ve been hanging onto every word. You loved listening to Francis talk passionately about anything. But below the table, his hand was reaching the apex of your thigh, gripping it deliciously hard.

“Are you okay, Y/n?” Dewey asked from his place across from you. You cleared your throat, a hand discreetly moving to Francis’.

“Yeah, Dew-Dew. My drink went down the wrong tube.” You grabbed Francis’ wrist, and before you could pry it off you, even though you wanted to do the complete opposite, he brushed his finger against your clothed core. He smirked, drawing his hand away while you took a deep inhale. “Now, keep telling me about that piano competition.”

You insisted to Lois that you help her with the dishes after everyone had finished eating. Surprising to her, Francis offered to help you, saying he wanted to catch up more with you. You talked about everything and nothing, washing and drying slowly to prolong your conversations.

As everyone started trailing to their beds, you bid them all good night. You made sure to smother Jamie in kisses before he was taken off. Being a baby, he barely gave you trouble and was, therefore, your favorite Wilkerson to babysit.

You waited for the click of Malcolm closing the door to the boys’ bedroom. When you heard it, you finished the last dish and handed it to Francis.

“I can’t believe you did that.” You dried your hands off and looked at him. He had a stupid smirk on his handsome face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He dried the plate and set it down before turning to you, leaning against the counter with crossed arms. Francis stared you up and down, lip caught between his teeth.

“Oh, please.” You laughed, moving to the living room. He followed behind you. “You knew what you were doing.”

“Just missed you, that’s all.” His hands were on your waist, turning you around to face him in his hold. He leaned in closely, nose bumping yours. A hand slid down to squeeze your ass. “Is that such a crime?”

Francis’ words always had such an effect on you. You’d be flustered one minute, not knowing what to do with yourself. The next, it was like you had become feral, grasping and clawing for any piece of him. He kissed you with such vigor that your knees went weak. Francis led you backward, not stopping until you were pinned between him and the wall. He nipped at your lip and your breath hitched, the pain feeling so good.

“Francis, your whole family’s here.” You whispered while your boyfriend trailed kisses down your neck.

“Then I guess you’ll have to be quiet, won’t you?” He asked, pulling back to look you in the eye. You could barely meet his gaze, eyelids heavy with lust. A hand set against your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him. “You can do that for me, right baby?” You nodded, but he clicked his tongue. “Words, Y/n.”

“I’ll be quiet.” You whispered. Francis grinned.

“Good girl.” He kissed you again, the hand on your jaw creeping to the back of your neck. Francis’ words of praise made you wetter than his actions. You squeezed your thighs together, searching for some kind of relief. You couldn’t take the waiting anymore. “Need some help, baby?”

“Please, Francis.” You whined. He made quick work of unbuttoning your pants, yanking them down to pool around your ankles so you could step out of them. He dragged his hands up your bare thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You kept begging and pleading, making sure your voice was low.

And then he brushed his fingers right against your most sensitive spot. You clamped a hand against your mouth to muffle the moan that escaped you.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you.” Despite all the time apart, he found your clit easily, playing with it like a button, begging to be pushed. He pushed his knee forward to separate your legs, bringing you down to grind on his thigh. You gasped, rutting your hips against him with Francis’ help. He pulled you back and forth, continuously teasing your clit.

“God, Francis, please.”

“What do you want?” He locked eyes with you again, refusing to let you get shy with him. “Come on, baby, what do you need? Just say it, and I’ll give it to you.”

“Your…” A particularly rough thrust against Francis cut you off. He smirked down at you.

“How can I give you what you want if you don’t tell me?” Francis knew exactly what you wanted. He just liked to be an asshole. Probably payback for you not giving in to him earlier.

“Your cock.” You whimpered. “Need your cock, Francis.” He grinned.

“See, was that so hard?” He asked condescendingly. Before you could roll your eyes at the tone, Francis grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you up. You wrapped your limbs around him tightly to not fall and to keep him close to you. Keeping you up against the wall with one hand, Francis used his other to unbuckle his belt, tugging his pants down just enough to pull himself out of his boxers. He was hard against your thigh, so close to where you needed him most.

Francis pulled your panties to the side, showing off your pussy to him. He almost groaned at the sight, a sight he missed so much. He grabbed hold of himself, rubbing himself up and down, too agonizingly slow for your liking.

“Francis. Need you so bad.” You ground your hips down, and he got the message. After rubbing his tip through your folds a few times to gather your wetness, he buried his cock in you. You dug your nails into his back at the sensation. He filled you to the brim; the pain of him stretching you felt so good.

Francis didn’t take any mercy on you. He immediately started fucking into you, your head falling onto his shoulder as he turned your bones to jelly. You began to moan at the feeling, but he brought a hand to your mouth to stop you.

“Gotta be a good girl for me.” He panted. “Gotta be quiet. Fuck.” It took everything in you to follow his commands. Francis pistoned in and out of you hard; you don’t know how you contained yourself. “Jesus, you feel so good, Y/n.”

“Fuck, Francis.” You whined against his hand, throwing your head back against the wall while arching your back. He took his hand away to rub your clit, continuing to pound in and out of you.

Francis could tell you were getting close. You were practically squeezing the life out of him, clawing at his back and shoulders, gnawing at your lip to keep quiet because you wanted to be good for him.

“You wanna come, baby? I bet you do.” He teased.

“Please, lemme come, Francis.” You begged, gasping as all his attention on you brought you closer to the edge. “Please, I need to come so bad.”

“Okay, okay.” He shushed you, furthering his assault on your clit while leaning forward to suck at your neck. “You wanna come? Come. Do it.” His words pushed you over harshly. He had to keep you against the wall with his body, the hand previously holding you up now silencing you while the other helped you ride out your high. His thrusts started to become sloppy. “Oh, fuck.”

Francis reached his peak as well, coating your insides. His thrusts slowed to a stop as you both caught your breath. You gained enough energy to grab his face, bringing him to your lips.

“I missed you.” You whispered after a deep breath. Francis grinned, kissing you again.

“I missed you too, honey.”

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snapthistiger · 3 months

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exercise 07052024

bike ride to the gym

3 x 10 lat pull

3 x 5 dips

3 x 10 tricep press

3 x 10 row

30 minutes on the step mill

3 x 10 overhead press

worked lifeguard job 8a to noon

bike ride to my Mom's, then home

the gym workers and lifeguards received Reese eggs

my Mom had just woke up so i visited with her and then rode home

for the 1st 2 hours of work i watched swimmers. for the next 2 hours i worked with 2 new lifeguards, Bree (15) and Louisa (17), and we went over primary and secondary duties. primary duties are watching swimmers and enforcing rules to keep people safe. secondary duties are checking the water chlorine and pH and cleaning stuff

1 hot dog for lunch

mowed front and back yard with mother in law's riding mower, then it rained. it has rained very day since Monday and we are expecting rain every day until the end of next week

top left = road Powerade

bottom = photos in the gym of children involved in park, gym and water park activities

hope you have a peaceful afternoon and evening..

#fitblr #exercise #rfm

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theygotlost · 1 month

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come play venture bros postcanon tuoys with me? :)

hank isnt interested in higher education or a full time career and he literally wrote down his dream job as "drifter". I see him taking up a lot of odd jobs and sporadic minimum wage stuff but really i believe he was meant for the stage. shallow gravy never makes it big time but they get like the weirdest most random gigs ever and eventually they release a full album and everyone fucking hates it and hank gets called a nepo baby. which is true. but going beyond the music hank is always dressing up and playing characters and ofc there was the time he called himself destiny and refused to take off the strength suit you see where im going with this YEP Destiny is his drag name. and im imagining destiny playing shallow gravy gigs so she'd have a kinda gothy alternative amy lee aesthetic going on and she would slay.

in case you havent noticed I hateee that dermott joined OSI it just feels forced and his buzzcut is ugly. dont worry though I can fix this. the thing about dermott is that he talks a big game but in reality is a pathetic loser. it's like that episode of malcolm in the middle where reese joins the army but crumbles as soon as he's faced with combat training. dermott either drops out or gets kicked out for doing something stupid but either way they probably have to wipe his memory and its like it never happened. outside of shallow gravy i see him doing random blue collar stuff and like... riding dirtbikes and shit. also he was probably lying about having a pilots license but idk maybe he does have one. i think he should have one

dean says he doesnt know what he wants to do with his future so his major at stuyvesant is probably still undeclared rn... but remember that for a while his dream job was "boy reporter" and he even printed that adorable little home newspaper so that points to a career in journalism. in the second half of the show dean's vibe is "im probably transgender but there are supervillains trying to kill me so i don't have time to worry about that right now" and being able to have a (relatively) normal college experience away from home around people her own age would be the final push she needs to start transitioning. also i have this vivid image in my mind of dawn becoming a photographer and i have no idea where it came from but that would fit well with the reporter stuff and she could be a photojournalist! but I also see her being interested in fashion photography and doing all of destiny's glamour shots and stuff so that's her hobby that does outside of work .and she NEEEDS to be an obnoxious twee amateur photographer living in NYC she deserves it she's earned it !!!!!

triana's probably an accomplished sorceress by now!! goddd i miss triana i just want her back. idk if she would move to new york permanently but she would come visit her dad and get to hang out with dawn again. and she's realized shes a lebian and they get back together PLEASEE? :3 im not really sure what she would do with her sorcery powers but I guess she could be a low level superhero? she wouldn't be interested in anything crazy like saving the world but she would have fun busting up low level bank robbers and classic stuff like that and she and jared could hang out. or perhaps she's available for hire and will do magic stuff for whoever

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Inspired by a twitter thread i saw, I, Australian and certified dumb of ass, will now list every main American state and what I associate it with/what I think it's about/famous for WITHOUT GOOGLING. These thoughts will be stated as fact regardless of whether or not they are true.

Alabama - Banjos. Reese Witherspoon lives here. Shares a border with Florida for some reason. Fifteen people live here. I'm glad i'm not allowed to google because i feel like i'd find things i don't want to know.

Alaska - Mountains. Balto. State flower is a tree of some kind. The roads are just the tyre tracks in the snow of the vehicles that came before whispering "trust me". Kodiak is here, where Pitbull famously said 'keep fucking around, we'll be on the moon next.' I think this is where Mulder and Scully got fucked up by a brain worm.

Arizona - Desert but not the Las Vegas kind. The granyon canyon. State flower is a cactus. State bird also a cactus. Bella Swan got fucked up in a dance studio here. It seems very scenic.

Arkansas - The name of this state makes me think of rusty old utes and that's it, that's all I've got. "Pickup trucks" or whatever. Grow up.

California - The great Lucille Bluth once said, "I'd rather be dead in California than alive in Arizona" but personally I think i'm with Michael on this one. California has Hollywood and an ok tourist beach. Green Day are from here. San Francisco seems cool though, I like how it looks like a city designed specifically to kill skateboarders and cyclists. State flower is a grand theft auto PS2 disc. Population: more than Australia.

Colorado - Mountains. Elks and Deer and Eagles and Giraffes on ski slopes. Much domestic tourism, have never once heard of anyone from outside the US specifically visiting Colorado though idk. Verdict: America's New Zealand.

Connecticut - The dry weetbix of states. I think of monopoly but I can't remember why. State flower is a dandelion that has been stepped on. Biggest export is men's office attire, specifically brown two piece suits and those short sleeve button ups. I only found out today that there's a C in the middle of Connecticut I always thought it was 'Conneticut'.

Delaware - Delawhere the fuck is this state I have no idea. Probably still cooler than Connecticut. Famous for combination fast food chains and buildings that clearly used to be a pizza hut (you can tell by the roof). Idrk what Cracker Barrel is but I can tell you the employees spawn here.

Florida - Biscayne bay. Manatees. Shaped like a sock, or something else. Famous for hotels, motels, and holiday inns. Would be a fun state if not for the fact that every politician in charge of it is fucking it up so so bad. One of the few places in the USA where you can see the Southern Cross constellation. Miami Dale forever RIP Logan Horseman.

Georgia - peaches. atlantis. brisket. no other thoughts detected, moving on

Hawaii - Famous for killing James cunt Cook which is honestly a deserved and certified W for Hawaiians. Plagued (and I do mean plagued) by tourists, including Australian Prime Ministers ignoring national emergencies.

Idaho - Sleepy. Things don't happen here but when they do they happen so much because nothing happens here. National flower is probably like a daisy or something so so normal.

Illinois - Chicago bean. It's dark and we're wearing sunglasses. WatchDogs the game. Famous for girlbosses who kill their husbands. Population 11 millions.

Indiana - Rainy probably. Honestly I only remember this state exists because of Stranger Things, which I understand this is like someone saying they only remember Australia exists because of Crocodile Dundee but look. Population: At least 10.

Iowa - This is such a place to be from if you're moving to the big city because all the other waitresses at the diner back home said you got a voice worth payin for and you finally stopped letting your papa tell you what to do. Famous for crop duster planes. State flower is long grass.

Kansas - Famous for scarecrows, wheat and the like. Probably fun at Halloween actually. Great place to fake an alien sighting. I just remembered Dorothy is from here. Population: Yes.

Kentucky - Fried chicken. NASCAR. Speedway. Derby. State flower is a blown out tyre on the side of the road.

Louisiana - Very wet but in a pretty way. Birthplace of the Saxophone. New Orleans is officially the strongest reason I would ever be tempted to set foot in this country. New York wishes she was this beautiful. Famous for the Vampire Diaries spinoff The Originals.

Maine - Next to Kentucky. Lobsters are from here which means there's water, but don't ask me where. Famous for The Vampire Diaries. State flower is a rose, beautiful but generic, like a YA protagonist.

Maryland - Rural but in a manageable way. I think of letterboxes with the family last name on it. Grandmas love it here. Hairspray the musical.

Massachusetts - Ohhhh Legally Blonde. Boston. Harvarb Law. The colour brown. When pronounced it's a very nice name for a state actually.

Michigan - I reference 'can't have shit in Detroit' almost daily but I know almost nothing else about Michigan.

Minnesota - Mini Soda. Also a good state name. No idea what's here, deer or elk or beavers. There's no way to know for sure.

Mississippi - I like this state name less but only because it's hell on the lisp i battle to mask. It's named after a river. It's on the coast. Next to Pennsylvania.

Missouri - A lot of M states happening here. This place is famous for nothing. I don't know what the capital city is but it's definitely a place you move to for your job instead of like. On purpose. Population: 3 million. It's in the middle somewhere.

Montana - This state's main export is horse girls, very Saddle Club coded. It's on the Canadian border, but it shouldn't be like that. It should be in the middle. Hannah Montana's dad was all Nashville but he's basically from Toronto. Fucked up if you ask me.

Nebraska - When I think of Nebraska I think of those depressing Walmart carparks where there's nothing for miles except for the Walmart and one lady pushing a flatscreen in a trolley to the dodge ram she parked 600m away from the entrance so it won't get dinged by other car doors, because god forbid her utility vehicle show signs of wear.

Nevada - viva rock vegas (the flintstones). There's a salt lake here but NOT a salt lake city. That's somewhere else. I think there's motorsport here. NO WAIT THERE IS because i saw charles leclerc on the sphere on tv and he was so wide and i laughed so hard i choked on my own spit.

New Hampshire - What the fuck is New Hampshire that's not real. I thought it was like some beach suburb in New York state. What the fuck. Regardless. I bet you could pull up to the side of the road in New Hapshite and buy an avocado no questions asked. Probably like the USA's Byron Bay.

New Jersey - Everyone from here says it's bad. It makes me think of t shirts with a longer sleeve t shirt underneath and 2000s pop punk music. Gerard Way.

New Mexico - High School Musical is set in Albuquerque. High School Musical is also the only reason I can pronounce Albuquerque. This state is famous for High School Musical.

New York - She's talking over the rest of you and for what? Wall Street? Ugh. Kinda like the Melbourne of the USA.

North Carolina - I feel like cowbutch lesbians do numbers here for some reason. You could disappear into the hills with a woman in a tank top and assless chaps here if you were brave enough. Men do live here but they're treated like a new cast member on the fifth season of a sitcom, this one's for the girls.

North Dakota - Dakota is Carolina's femme girlfriend and they're in love.

Ohio - This is like that town in Cars that lightning mcqueen gets stuck in and the tourist cars are like oh we're only here because of a wrong turn. Yeah. You might find fireflies here though. Also Ohio is for Lovers or something.

Oklahoma - Swear word for Christians. Absolutely nothing happens here and if it does i feel like it involves chasing livestock.

Oregon - Prairies. This is where the Prairies are. Famous for the people who died while trying to be Not In Oregon.

Pennsylvania - Famous for The Office. And Dracula jokes. That's all i've got.

Rhode Island - Famous for winning Miss United States with the flaming batons routine in Miss Congeniality starring Sandra Bullock. Very small state. Possibly the smallest one but who's to say.

South Carolina - If north is for the lesbians, south is for the gays.

South Dakota - As above.

Tennessee - Country music and whiskey and line dancing, which is actually kinda hot when goth girls do it. Overall, Tennessee is the USA's answer to Gympie, which is a question that nobody asked. Overall i just think of the colour brown. Famous for Hayden Penterre. Penetentiary. Pendulum.

Texas - A South Australian would say Texas is famous for it's adorably small cattle farms. Lucky for me, i am not South Australian. This is the state that other states call redneck and racist to hide the fact that they are also redneck and racist, perhaps more so. Contains two of the main cities to name boys after. Dave Strider lives here. (Sorry for the Homestuck jump scare so late in the game.)

Utah - Salt Lake City. That bass pro shop monolith was here. In general i think of the colour orange. Home of the Hellmouth Sunbeams.

Vermont - Vermont is a state in the same way the spleen is an organ. Population: Zero.

Virginia - Is this not the same thing as Vermont?

Washington - Famous for Bella where the hell you been loca. Twin Peaks is probably set here idk i forgot all parts of the show that were not log lady. White House. Effervescent.

West Virginia - From the lyrics "Mountain mama. Take me home. Country road" we can determine that West Virginia has Mountains, Milfs, Homes, and Roads. I know nothing else about West Virginia.

Wisconsin - Wiscaaaansin. Whis-cahn-sin. There are definitely elks here. That 70's Show is set somewhere beneath the surface of this place. Population: grandparents and elk. I feel like you could get fucked up by a creature here if you're not careful. It's got trees and lakes and shit creatures love those. I think Yellowstone is somewhere around here.

Wyoming - Great lakes? Great lakes. This state is actually all lake. Idk. I like the name though, the verbiage of it all. Wyoming my way downtown. State flower is an empty wrapper blowing by down the street. Population: 800,000. Definitely a place you could go missing and never be seen again.

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QUOGAN HEADCANONS PART 1

Hi hello <3 first time post from me on this account. I realized I had a lot of thoughts of my own on these two dweebs and I LOVE reading everyone else's thoughts, so I'm being brave and sharing my own. :)

Yes it's long and there will be a part 2. I talk a lot lol. Feel free to send me asks or recs if you want more :)

While Secretly Dating

They would text each other every single morning with Logan saying things along the lines of "good morning beautiful <3" and Quinn saying "good morning cutie :)". Sometimes these messages would cause them to giggle and/or blush leading their respective roommates to question what they were looking at.

Meetings at their secret hiding spots would take place nearly every morning, in between most classes, and every night. This was both of their favorite parts of the day because it's where they could talk, flirt, vent, and yes, make-out. (Michael & James notice that Logan always shows up to their first class completely giddy and when they try to tease him about it, Logan simply shuts them down with a snark comment.)

While at meals with their friends, the two would secretly try and play footsie or touch fingertips under the table.

Around the second or third month of them secretly dating (show canon: in-between Coffee Cart Ban and Chasing Zoey), they start experimenting with kissing, i.e, French kissing, necking, ear kisses, and even leaving small hickies. Quinn is the one who wants to try the latter to which Logan was nervous, excited, and turned on. Hesitant, they leave small ones on areas of the shoulder that can be covered by sleeves. Logan really likes having his ear nibbled and neck kissed especially while Quinn touches his head. Quinn realizes she loves being spoiled with kisses all over her face and neck.

Sometimes after basketball practice, if Logan is sore Quinn would insist on giving him massages.

Logan realizes how turned on he gets whenever Quinn talks about science or shares a fun fact. One day Quinn is helping Zoey fix her Jet-X and Lola almost catches him drooling.

Yes, dating Quinn doses cause Logan to improve his grades. This is something he does willingly because he truly wants to be the best version of himself for her. I imagine the first Michael & James walk in on him truly studying they are visibly shocked. Every time Logan gets an A or B on an assignment he proudly tells Quinn to which she is equally as ecstatic.

^^ Quinn also finds Logan studying hot.

They leave little notes for each other in their backpacks or textbooks.

For prom, when they agree to take different people as dates, Logan begs Quinn to tell him what color dress she plans to wear because he wants to match his pocket square. (You can see in the show that he's wearing one to match even while he was with Stacey.)

Openly Dating: JR Year Summer

Lola/Zoey and Chase/Michael/James sat Logan down separately and made sure his intentions were not to take advantage of Quinn. Both of those sessions lasted about 5 minutes until they realized that Logan was truly in love with her.

Yes, their friends (lovingly) teased them about their relationship. Lola and Zoey made sure to shut down anyone around campus that judged them or made harsh remarks.

Chase and ESPECIALLY Michael were beyond happy for them (Michael apologized for laughing in their faces when they tried to tell him they were dating months ago).

Logan cried when Quinn went back home to Seattle.

Quinn asked to take one of his t shirts with her back home to which Logan requested one of her jackets.

They spoke on the phone every single day, usually in the morning and at night. Quinn liked to fall asleep to the sound of his voice.

Quinn works as a camp counselor for a science day camp for children.

Quinn visited Logan (Malcolm Reese & Chauncey remembered her which made her happy) mid June for a week to which she got to meet Lyric (age 5-9 years old) for the first time.

Quinn brought Lyric a few Magic Tree House books and a mini science kit as a gift.

While in California, Logan, Mr. Reese, and baby Lyric showed Quinn around Los Angeles (movie sets, Disneyland, museums, and shopping.)

Logan and Quinn take Lyric to see Kung fu Panda in theaters.

Lyric is immediately fond of Quinn and wants to be as smart as her. She even draws a picture of Quinn as a scientist and gives it to her before she goes home.

It makes Logan's heart all fuzzy and gives his stomach butterflies seeing Quinn and Lyric interact.

Malcolm and Chauncey catch Logan drooling over Quinn multiple times and never fail to tease him.

Logan takes Quinn on a romantic dinner date on the beach and gives her a heart necklace that has their initials and the date they officially started dating engraved.

Quinn gifts him a portable hand held mirror that she quinnvented before she arrived. The mirror also has his name engraved along with the date they shared their first kiss. It has adjustable lighting and various settings such as a zoom feature and background blurring to focus more on his reflection.

For 4th of July that summer, Logan visits Quinn and her family in Seattle. She was nervous at first because her house is notably smaller than what he is used to but Logan was quite happy and comfortable and assured her that he didn't care about her wealth.

Logan is nervous as hell to meet Quinn's parents and her Bubbe (she had to explain to him the meaning of the word and is surprised and flattered how much Logan wants to know about her family's history.)

The Pensky family shows Logan around Seattle and he's shocked at how cool the Washington air is. He loves the trees and the mountains. His favorite activity is going whale watching.

Bubbe teaches Logan some of her Jewish recipes. The two form a close bond.

Quinn shows Logan photos and videos from her beauty pageant days but he's more interested in seeing the collection of her childhood science experiments.

SR Year - SR Year Summer

Logan replaced the photo of himself he normally kept on the dorm wall with one Bubbe took of him & Quinn in Seattle. (They're smiling at each other while he's hugging her from behind.) On the wall next to his top bunk are a collection of smaller photos. Some of just him, some of just Quinn, but mainly solo ones of Quinn.

Quinn keeps a mini scrapbook in one of her bed cubbies that has her favorite photos of Logan and notes that he wrote her from last year.

Lola & Vince break up at some point which leads to Lola & Zoey having a moment where they are jealous of Quinn & Logan's relationship. They get over it...eventually.

Quinn is granted early acceptance into Caltech and Logan takes her out to celebrate (also they make-out in a hammock)

Logan gets into UCLA on his own accord (his dad did not buy his way in) to major in business and minor in chemistry. PCA's head chemistry teacher wrote Logan a stellar letter of recommendation. He also took a few science ACTs (and did exceptionally well) at the beginning of senior year to help boost his chances.

For Logan's birthday, Quinn gifts him his own golf club set that she quinnvented. The clubs are perfectly designed for his height, grip, and other golf terms I don't know enough about.

For Quinn's birthday, Logan rents out sushi Rox for the night and and throws a surprise party for her. He has the party end 30 minutes early so he and Quinn can have the place to themselves so they can slow dance. Michael plays the flute for them.

For their one year anniversary, they have a moonlight picnic. Quinn makes him a personalized cologne (one of you lovelies said this and I 100% agree!!!) and his own zap watch but with baby settings with their anniversary date and the message "I love you" engraved.

Logan bought her a personalized lab coat, a designer lab bag, and dozens of flowers.

They do it *stream ChloexHalle* on their anniversary weekend in Logan's dorm room (he paid Michael & Chase to stay out of the room that night).

They're both nervous at first but as soon as they're in each other's arms, love and a whole lot of lust takes over. All they want to do is please the other.

Quinn is obviously valedictorian and her speech makes Logan the proudest he had ever felt up until that point.

Logan sent Quinn's mother and Bubbe flowers for mothers day (to which he would continue to do in the future)

In the summer, Quinn visited Logan's family again for a week to which Lyric was beyond excited.

At night, the two would sneak into each other's bedrooms for intimate moments. This is when they would really discover their pleasures and what they like/don't like in bed.

So yeah. Thanks for reading if you got this far!!!!! Sending everyone love <3

#quinn pensky #logan reese #quogan #Zoey 101 #Zoey 102 #quinn x logan #logan x quinn #paramount+#nickelodeon

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Myrtle & Charles

Full Name: Myrtle Georgia O'Riley Full Name: Charles Drew O'Riley Age: 76 & 77 Ethnicity: African American Children: Dallas & Delilah Grandchildren: Maeve, Riley, Reese, Aaliyah, Sierra, Saint. Career: Both Retired Status: Married for 57 years Myrtle's Personality: Accomplished, demure, classy, elegant, religious, faithful, and very humble. Charles's Personality: Brave, fearless, a leader, hard-working, ambitious, optimistic, and powerful.

Charles and Myrtle O'Riley are the parents to Dallas O'Riley and Delilah Williams. They were both born and raised in New Orleans and decided to stay in New Orleans and raised both their children there. Both of them did not have a lot growing up so they knew how important it was to work hard in school to achieve the life they always wanted. They have always pushed the importance of education and strength on their children. Myrtle is a successful artist and retired from working in the fashion marketing industry. Charles retired from working in finance management. When their children were young they taught them the important of being humble and having faith. They are both enjoying retirement still living in their home town and get excited whenever the grandchildren come over to visit.

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Lightning Bug - Chapter 7

Previous Chapter // Master List

Warning: religious trauma, mention of an exorcism, reader needs a hug

Word Count: 2.5

Kate groaned as America climbed over the couch and kicked her. “Sorry,” she said, getting comfortable under the throw blanket.

“You could sit on the couch like a normal person,” America smiled at the archer.

“I’m not a normal person.” The teen said. Kate rolled her eyes.

“Don’t I know it.” Yelena sat down next to Kate with a bowl of caramel popcorn. The Black said it was the perfect movie snack, a little sweet and salty. It was movie night and all the Young Avengers as Tony called them gathered (the ones that were in the tower) on Peter’s floor. The Young Avengers plus Ned and Mj but they were at the tower so much no one batted an eye when they were walking the hall.

“What are we feeling like?” Ned asked, flipping through the various streaming services.

“Action,” MJ suggested, unwrapping a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup and threw it in that air, catching it in her mouth. The Black Widow groaned.

“We see enough action as is.” It was true. Besides whenever they did watch an action movie, the Avengers found themself critiquing the fight scenes instead of watching it for the plot.

“Musical?” Peter suggested. America shook her head.

“We just watched Hairspray.” Kate sighed, throwing her head back.

“Horror,” her friends looked at one another and no one objected. “Put on The Conjuring.” Ned nodded, queuing up the movie.

“Wait!” America yelled. The sudden sound caused Ned to jump and drop the remote. It landed on the ground with a crash. The back opened and the batteries scattered to the ground. “Opps. Sorry Ned.”

“It’s no biggie. Just gave me a small heart attack.” He and Peter began to look for the batteries.

“Why the sudden outburst, Lil Liberty,” America rolled her eyes at the nickname.

“Should we invite Y/n?” She asked. The mention of the newest addition to the tower made everyone freeze.

“Mr. Stark said she had a rough day.” Peter said. She had a bad day because of Stark, Kate thought. But she did seem in a better mood at dinner. “Do you think she’d want to join us?” The archer shrugged.

“Can’t hurt to ask,” Kate stood up. “I’ll go ask.” She shoved some popcorn in her mouth before heading off to her floor. The worst that could happen was she said no. She felt horrible for the teen today. When Natasha came back telling everyone she ran away, Kate felt her stomach drop. It was like she was on a rollercoaster, going up and down and up and down. Even FRIDAY didn’t even know where she went so they were required to find her the old fashion way, search known places she would likely visit. In the end, Kate was glad she was home.

You were placing the few books you owned on the bookshelf you and Tony built. To anyone that walked into your room, it looked like a normal bookshelf. But the bookshelf had FRIDAY’s interface built into it which was connected to an app on your phone. It could keep track of what books you had to prevent double buying and it kept the progress of each book you were reading. “Kate Bishop is at your door,” The AI said.

“Thank you, FRIDAY.” You said, putting on your gloves and walking to the door. “Hi,” you greeted as you opened the door.

“Hey, how are you?” She asked.

“Pretty good actually.” You answered honestly. Kate smiled.

“Good, a bunch of us are watching a movie and we are wondering if you want to join us?” Your eyes went wide.

“You want me to join you guys,” she nodded. “Why?” The question seemed to startle the brunette in front of you.

“Because you are our friend and friends invite friends to hang out.” Oh. That made sense. “So, do you want to hang out?” You nodded with a smile.

“Yeah, I’d love to.” You stepped out of your room and closed the door behind you. “Who's going to be there?” You asked, following Kate to the elevator.

“It’s on Peter’s floor,” you haven’t seen the excited teen since that night you ran into him. “So it’s him, his girlfriend, MJ, and his friend, Ned.” You nodded, if they were anything like Peter it was going to be a long night. “Then me, Yelena, and America.”

“Cool.” You said, rubbing your hands on your shorts. You were a little nervous, a little excited. It was a weird feeling running through you. The metal doors opened and Kate stepped onto Peter’s floor.

“MJ, Ned met Y/n, Y/n met the other people that aren’t Avengers but are here all the time.” You gave them a small wave. MJ rolled her eyes at Kate’s jab.

“Your life would be colorless without me in it.” You smiled, sitting down in the empty space between Kate and America.

“Hi again Peter.” He seemed surprise that you remembered him. He waved.

“Do you want some popcorn?” Yelena asked, passing a bowl to you. You looked into the bowl.

“What is that?” You’ve had popcorn before. At special events at Lucia’s store, she had a popcorn machine. This wasn’t popcorn.

“It’s caramel popcorn,” the Russian said. “Instead of butter, they use caramel.” Oh. You’ve had caramel, sometimes Annie would drizzle it on your hot chocolate. You picked up a piece and ate it. It was delicious.

“That’s really good.” You said, taking a few more pieces.

“Have you had a Reese’s?” MJ asked you. You shook your head. She tossed you an unopened candy. Chocolate and peanut butter. “You aren’t allergic, are you?”

“No..” You said slowly.

“That did not sound convincing,” Ned laughed. You smiled, opening the candy. You weren’t allergic to peanut butter. A peanut butter sandwich was a staple in your childhood, it was a food you lived on.

“This is my favorite,” MJ tossed you another one.

“Try this.” Peter handed you a red candy. Licorice, it read.

“If you like this I’ll be amazed.” America said. You opened the candy and smelt it. It was sweet. You took a tentative bite and your face scrunched up at your distaste of it. The group laughed.

“That’s not good,” You swallowed the piece in your mouth and Yelena handed you a bottle of water.

“Enough with the sweets or she’s going to be sick.” Yelena said. “Let’s start the movie.”

“We are watching a horror film,” America whispered to you. “Is that okay?” You nodded as Ned pressed play. Horror wasn’t a genre you gravitated towards but you’ve read your fair share of horror novels. Stephen King. Shirley Jackson. Your favorite was The Shining.

The movie began to play. The ominous music filled the quiet floor. The couples around you began to cuddle up with each other. You didn’t miss the way Ned gagged. You could count the number of movies you’ve seen on one hand. Movies were available at Lucia’s bookstore and the shelters you visited but movies weren’t your thing. “See always trust a dog.” Yelena mumbled. You chuckled. It was different from watching a story play out on screen then in your head. You didn’t dislike it, it was just different. The movie was scary as it followed a married couple trying to help a big family with a paranormal problem. You enjoyed. You made a mental night to check the horror books the tower had. The genre was interesting.

But it took a turn. Ed had to perform an exorcism on the mother to rid the demon that possessed her. You kept your eyes glued to the screen as the familiar Latin phrases were chanted in the room. You dug your fingers into your palm to keep you grounded, to stay in the room. It was so hard to keep your mind on the movie and not when your parents dragged you to the church. They forced you on your knees as the Latin phrases were screamed at you. Excorizamute, omnis immundus … omins legio diabolic … Humilione sub potent…

“That was an actual scary horror movie.” Ned said once the credits started rolling.

“That clapping bit was freaky!” Peter said. You agreed that part made you jump.

“There are a few more movies we can watch the second one.” Kate said. “Did you like it?” She asked you. You nodded.

“It was good. A little inaccurate.” You added.

“Isn’t it based on a true story?” MJ questioned. You shrugged, playing with a string from the blanket America was using.

“What was not accurate about it?” America asked. You didn’t answer right away. You should have just kept your mouth shut.

“Exorcisms,” you said. “They usually happen at a holy place like a church not a house.” You sighed. “They are a last resort. Most people start with medication if no improvement is made then a priest is brought in.” You explained. The group was silent.

“How do you know that?” Yelena asked slowly like she was afraid to know the answer.

“My parents were really religious,” you kept the truth locked deep inside you. “Let’s start the second movie.” You said desperately trying to get the attention off of you. Ned looked around the group, no one said anything. He took the silence as confirmation to start the second film. You sat back with your arms crossed. You caught America sending you a smile. You forced a smile back.

“That was weird, right?” Kate asked as she pulled back the covers of the bed. Yelena stepped out of the bathroom, brushing her hair. Kate tapped the spot in front of her and the Black Widow sat down in front of her girlfriend, her back to Kate’s front. The archer took the brush and began to brush the blonde hair. It was a red flag when the young girl began to talk about exorcisms like she’s had first hand experience on the matter. Yelena sighed, enjoying the feeling of Kate’s hands braiding her hair.

“It was worrying,” Yelena finally said. “I’ll talk to Natasha about it tomorrow,” Yelena heard Kate sigh. “What is it, dorogoy?” The Russian asked, turning to face her.

“I just worry about her. It seems everyday we learn something more heartbreaking.” Kate gently pushed on Yelena’s shoulder for her to look forward.

“We’ll keep her safe,” Yelena said. “She’s not alone anymore.” The Russian felt Kate’s lips press a soft kiss on her shoulder. Yelena knew they couldn’t keep her safe from her mind.

Yelena woke up early. She untangled herself from Kate and left her room. She found her sister on the couch, typing at her laptop. “Are you not going for a run?” Yelena asked, as she sat down next to her. Natasha shook her head.

“I have to get this done for Maria.” She answered, not taking her eyes away from the screen.

“So do you have time to talk?” Natasha immediately closed her laptop and gave Yelena her full attention. The blonde was grateful for this time with her sister. For years the two Russian sisters were separated but now they were back together. She knew her life could be incredibly different.

“What’s going on?” Yelena looked toward Y/n’s door.

“What do you know about her parents?” She asked. Natasha looked at her sister, trying to decode the real reason she asked.

“Not much,” The redhead answered. “We found an article that may have been about her family.” Yelena raised her eyebrows.

“May have?” She questioned.

“FRIDAY found no record of her existing, not even a birth certificate. The article said a fire killed them and it appears that she may have been in the house but survived.” Natasha explained. “Her father was a priest, a popular one. What is this about?”

“It was movie night and we watched The Conjuring. At the end of the movie there was an exorcism. She said she enjoyed the movie but said the exorcism part was not accurate,” she watched the realization wash over her sister. It was haunting. Her voice was so clear and so unlike any other time she’s spoken. “Siestra, the way she talked about it made it seem like she’s been so close to one.” Natasha didn’t say anything as she let what Yelena said sit with her.

“I’ll talk to her,” the older Black Widow stood up. “Her parents are dead, they can’t hurt her anymore.” Yelena wasn’t so sure about that. The blonde grabbed her sister’s arm, stopping her.

“We all know that death doesn’t erase the pain.” Yelena was referring to the man behind the Red Room. He was dead. The Red Room fell from the sky. It was over, done, and young girls were safe. But the memories were still there. Natasha grabbed her hand.

“You are right. But death is finite and the pain can begin to heal.”

You were startled to see Natasha when you opened your door. “Hi.” You said. She gave you a smile.

“Where are you off to this morning?” She asked.

“Oh I was going to go see Annie. I barely said two words to her yesterday.” You told the Black Widow. “Is that okay?” You added. You were going to tell someone just so they knew you didn’t run away.

“Of course it is. Can we talk? It won’t take long.” You nodded, stepping out of the way so she could enter your room. You kept the door open and sat at the edge of the bed. “Are you okay?” Natasha asked, sitting down next to you. You looked at the red head.

“I’m fine.” You said. She didn’t say anything waiting for you to continue. You were fine. It was the truth. Besides.. “Is this about last night?” You asked. You shouldn’t have said anything but your mind was scattered therefore you didn’t have time to process the consequences of what you were saying. You just spoke.

“Yelena said you said something that worried her.” You sighed. “You can talk about your parents if you need to.”

“They died in a fire,” you told her. “What more needs to be said?” You asked.

“Just because someone that hurt you is dead doesn't erase the pain they caused.” Your heart began to pound. The organ was beating against your ribs. Thud. Thud. Thud.

“I don’t think I’m ready to tell you about them,” you answered honestly. To tell them about your parents and your brother would mean you would need to tell them what you are, what you are capable of. You looked at Natasha and you weren’t surprised to see a smile.

“When are you ready we’ll be here to listen,” she stood up. “Tell Annie we all say hi.”

“I will.” She left your room. You fell on your back staring up at the ceiling. You let the beating of your heart settle down. You didn’t know how to talk about your parents. Wasn’t the point of a mom and dad to love their child? To keep them safe. To protect them. They didn’t do that for you. You wished they did, your life would be so different if they just loved you.

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I introduce Basil's family! Despite Basil being heavily based off Sherlock, there's no harm in coming up with your own headcanons! So, I wanna share a few over these 3! (Sorta long post under this-)

These are Basil's parents, Isabella Marie Moore and Norman Reese Moore! They married at a young age (17 and 21) and didn't have Basil until later in life due to complications with fertility (38 and 42.) They were both born and raised in London, and are in the lowest class. Isabella worked as a housekeeper/maid for a higher class family while Norman worked as a chimney sweep. Despite their complications with money, they tried to give Basil the best life they could. They weren't emotionally distant, though often times their work would keep them away for longer than expected, mostly Norman, which often led Basil to entertain himself with books and chemistry when home alone.

Due to their poverty, they often times couldn't afford proper medical care and would have to resort to home remedies if fallen ill, otherwise they'd push through it. Basil watching his mother create home made medicines and remedies sparked his early interest in the science of chemicals. Unfortunately, these homemade remedies didn't always work. Not long after Basil had left for university at the age of 18, his Father had developed lung cancer after his many years of working in chimneys, and passed away only a few months later at the age of 60.

His Father's dead ultimately made it difficult for Basil to find the courage to return home on occasion to, for he couldn't imagine going home to his house and his father not be there. This led to him staying at University for most of the time and not visiting his Mother, though they still wrote to each other.

His mother continued to work as a housemaid, and still was strong and independent despite her son's distance and her husband's death. It was only after they had finally started rekindling their relationship after Basil graduated that she passed away from an unknown illness at the age of 63. Basil isn't proud of the forced distance to his mother for all those years, but he tries not to dwell on it and wants to push forward for her and his father.

(That's all for now! I'll tell more when I post more doodles of them, enjoy for now my lovelies!)

#fanart #disney #the great mouse detective #basil of baker street #gmd ocs #still can't do backgrounds ugh #headcanon

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🧸👽💝💔🎭🖕😭 for fili savage please, i'll remember to send reese's as a thank you(just keep it away from fili, trust me, we don't want our favorite giant going down)

I know I’ve said this before (at least I think I have), but I always find it funny how a last-minute OC becomes one of my most beloved ones! And I love Fili, too, so I’ll always expect him to be a request when I do one of these prompts!😊

(Don’t worry, Fili will be safe from the chocolate since those Reese’s will go straight into my stomach!😉)

🧸 A headcanon about their childhood

As a child, Fili didn’t have many friends, at least not many friends who weren't also his cousins. Due to being larger than the other kids in his classes, his obsession with plants, and being hospitalized on and off, no one tried being his friend. He did have one really good friend, a best friend, as he loved calling them. Sadly, they didn’t live in Ireland, but the two met when Fili’s friend was visiting Ireland with their family, and they became pen pals. Fili always looked forward to getting their letters and replying to them. The two are still friends to this day, and after Fili moved to the US, they were able to meet again.

👽 A headcanon about a weird quirk of there

He loves singing Irish folk songs. Sometimes, it's just humming, but if he really gets into it, he’ll start singing softly. Fili usually does it when he gets lost in his work, but also to fill the silence around him. Occasionally, he’ll forget the full lyrics, so he’ll just repeat the same line over and over. But it makes him happy so others don’t mind listening to repeats.

💝 A headcanon about their love language

Fili’s love language is acts of affection. He loves doing little things that make people happy and vice versa, even if it's simply cleaning the dish. However, his other way of showing love is through gift-giving, specifically flowers. He loves growing people’s favourite flower(s) and watching people’s happiness when they receive them. He always gives his Starlight new flowers for the special vase in their kitchen, and it's never without a beautiful bouquet.

💔 An angsty headcanon

Fili never thought he would find love. One of his biggest dreams was to find someone to spend the rest of his life with and to start a family with them. And while he did have some good relationships during his early twenties, none ever lasted. Something always brought the relationships to an end, and Fili began to believe he was destined to be alone… But then he met his Starlight, and it was as if the (pun intended) stars had finally aligned, and fate decided it was time for him to meet his soulmate. Eventually, his family would grow, and Fili couldn't be happier. He wishes he could tell his past self not to worry and that everything would work out when the time was right.

🎭 A headcanon about what they lie about

Fili is a very honest man and doesn’t lie much (except about being a Mage, but that’s for obvious reasons). However, one secret he will NEVER admit is that he lied to his parents in high school to attend a party. While they were out of town for the weekend, Fili lied and said he stayed home and studied for exams when they asked him what he did while they were gone. Fili vowed never to tell them that he went to the party since they didn’t like the classmate who hosted it, and besides, he didn’t have fun and left early anyway. Hopefully, they never find out the truth…

🖕 A headcanon relating to anger

While very much a “gentle giant,” Fili can get angry when the situation warrants it or if someone pushes him to anger. His anger is often represented as cold and intimidating as he tries not to yell or get violent. He knows his size is already threatening to others, and even if he’s angry, he doesn’t want to traumatize anyone. But that doesn't mean he won't use it to his advantage when he wants to. If you anger him enough and try to threaten him, Fili WILL put you in your place and make sure you know never to mess with him, his family, or his friends again.

(And he doesn't even need to use magic to do that, but it does help get his point across easier!)

😭 A headcanon about the worst thing that happened to them.

When he was captured by SOMBRA and put under the control of the inhibitor chip, Fili was almost always aware of what was happening around him and what his body was being forced to do. Watching SOMBRA experiment on him, force him to fight their recruits, and being in constant pain caused Fili to start dissociating as a way to try and cope with everything. Even after being rescued, he still dissociates due to his trauma, but thankfully, not as often or for as long.

And that’s a wrap on this batch of Fili headcanons! I know many of my readers are excited for his return in The Conspiracy, so hopefully, this will help with the waiting!

#criminal case #astra's ocs #my ocs #Fili Savage #headcanons #ask

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Hawkeye (Part IV)

Summary: Christmas Day arrives and while (Y/N) and Steve enjoy a quiet day with their daughter, a familiar face pays them an unexpected but ultimately welcomed visit.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Hi guys! We've finally made it to the last chapter of this little mini-series and trust me, there's no content warnings but you'll for sure wanna read this with a box of tissues nearby lol thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

Hawkeye (Part IV) December 25th, 2024 The Home of (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Steve Rogers, Brooklyn (Previous Chapter)

Christmas Day had finally arrived, and the Rogers-(Y/L/N) family spent their morning amidst a flurry of shredded wrapping paper, discarded ribbons and cast-off decorative bows, their home overflowing with holiday cheer. The television was turned on to a broadcast of the Yule Log and while Christmas music played faintly in the background, the scent of (Y/N)’s famous hot coca and Steve’s homemade cinnamon rolls combined with the smell of fresh pine emanating from their sizable tree to create a warm, heavenly aroma. Outside, snow leisurely came down from the cloudy sky, dusting their lawn and the near-deserted street and creating a tranquil landscape that (Y/N) couldn’t help but admire each time she glanced out their windows.

Carina, after tearing through all the presents she’d gotten from her parents and her many aunts and uncles, was sitting content on the floor of the living room and playing with her brand-new Mega Bloks while Indy, whose fur had been lovingly decorated with bows by the enthusiastic fifteen-month-old, was curled up in his dog bed by the heat vent and munching on his new bone. (Y/N) and Steve took advantage of the peace and quiet to exchange gifts with one another; they initially agreed on giving something small and possibly handmade, but it quickly became apparent that they both went behind each other’s back and splurged on one another. (Y/N) beamed with joy when she opened her expertly wrapped package to reveal a handmade cassette mixtape, featuring various songs that had special meaning to the two of them and their relationship, and her jaw subsequently dropped when she withdrew a gorgeous antique pearl necklace. Steve laughed in delight when he pulled a custom Viewmaster out of his box, marveling at all the pictures of their life together she’d added to its many reels, and his azure eyes went wide when he saw the autographed 1941 Pee Wee Reese – one of his all-time favorite Brooklyn Dodgers players – baseball card tucked into a hard protective sleeve.

It was then that (Y/N) and Steve finally unsealed the envelope that Dr. Prince had prepared for them together, scanning their most recent sonogram and gasping in unison when they read ‘It’s A Girl!’ printed along the bottom. “We’re having another girl!” Steve exclaimed and (Y/N) laughed in delight as his hands came up to cradle her face and he captured her lips in an enthusiastic kiss; when they came up for air, he pulled her into a tight hug and murmured into her ear, “I told you so…”

(Y/N) playfully dug her fingers into his sides, smirking at his surprised yelp and leaning back to meet his mirthful gaze. “Come July, you and Indy are going to be outnumbered around here.”

Grinning, Steve trailed kisses along her jaw and towards her smiling, kiss-swollen lips. “We wouldn’t want it any other way, sunshine.”

Some time later, they FaceTimed their friends one by one to share their happy news with them. The Barton’s and Kate Bishop were thrilled, and (Y/N) was pleased to see how much the young archer was enjoying spending Christmas Day with her new partner and his family; the Wilson family was equally ecstatic, with AJ and Cass letting out a cheer at the news and Sarah immediately listing off various foods that would help with her lingering nausea, and they all burst into laughter when a disgruntled Sam reached into his wallet and handed a folded bill over to a smug-looking Bucky. Everyone else they contacted – Bruce, Scott, Rhodey, Pepper, Brunnhilde, Carol, Wong and the Guardians of the Galaxy – seemed to be enjoying a wonderful holiday season with their own families and they all eagerly congratulated them on their second pregnancy; none of them said anything, but (Y/N) could tell that they were relieved to see another signal that life was slowly but surely returning back to normal after Thanos and the Snap.

“Shouldn’t you put the ham in the oven soon?” (Y/N) asked, her arm outstretched to grab a wayward scrap of wrapping paper that somehow ended up underneath the armchair. When she finally succeeded in grabbing it, she sat up with a tired huff but frowned once she realized that her husband hadn’t answered her; glancing over her shoulder, she smiled to herself as she watched Steve and Carina stacking her new blocks together, both wearing near identical looks of concentration as they completed their task. Like father like daughter, she thought with an inward chuckle before pointedly clearing her throat. “Sweetheart? The ham?”

Steve’s head shot up and his brows rose in surprise as he craned his neck to look at the clock hanging over the entryway. “Time sure flies when you’re having fun, doesn’t it? I’ll be back in a minute, angel.” He kissed the top of the infant’s head and let her continue playing before standing up and walking over to where (Y/N) was kneeling, offering her a hand and helping her clamber to her feet. “What’s that look for, sunshine?”

“Do I need a specific reason to admire my handsome husband and his newfound appreciation for toddler architecture?” She countered with a teasing smile.

Chuckling, one of Steve’s hand rested on her waist while the other moved to cradle her cheek. “I suppose not, but I’m afraid it’ll cost you a kiss.” He leaned in and planted a swift kiss onto her forehead. “One more.” His lips brushed against the bridge of her nose and she giggled at the ticklish sensation. “Wait a sec, one more.”

“Steve!”

“Nope, that last one didn’t count.” Steve gave her cheek an over-exaggerated kiss, a devious smirk playing on his lips as she laughed. “One more, baby.”

“Steven Grant Rogers, I’m carrying your child and if I don’t eat something soon, I promise that you’re going to live to regret it.” Her half-hearted threat went unnoticed by her husband, who was preoccupied with peppering kisses along her jawline, so she was forced to place her hands on his chest and firmly push him away with a laugh. “Go!”

With a playful wink, Steve turned and sauntered into the kitchen to prepare their Christmas Day dinner, and (Y/N) looked over at Carina with an exasperated sigh. “Your Dada’s silly, isn’t he, lemon drop?” She chuckled when the infant giggled and clapped her chubby hands together, leaning down to ruffle her daughter’s (Y/H/C) hair and letting her continue stacking her blocks while she gathered up the rest of the wrapping paper; after she crammed the last of it into her brown recycling bag, she carried it into the kitchen and set it down by the back door to dispose of later. Steve was setting the oven’s timer when she sidled up beside him and leaned in to kiss his cheek, but the sound of their doorbell ringing throughout their otherwise quiet home interrupted her.

“We didn’t invite anyone over, did we?” Steve asked and when (Y/N) shook her head, the muscle in his jaw clenched as his brows furrowed in worry. “Guess we should’ve left Brienne activated after all…”

“I sincerely doubt that any of Kingpin’s lackeys would be dumb enough to announce their presence by ringing the doorbell,” She reasoned, but her own logic didn’t stop her from bringing a hand up to her lips and whistling Indy’s command to guard; they exchanged a look before leaving the kitchen and heading down the hallway to their front door, and she spared a brief glance into the living room to see their senior German Shepard standing alert beside an unaware Carina as she continued to play. They passed by their entryway table – stopping for a moment to retrieve several stun discs they’d stashed away in its hidden compartment for emergencies – and Steve wrapped a protective arm around her waist as she unlocked the door and cautiously pulled it open.

Standing on their porch was a young woman, with long blonde hair intricately braided over her shoulder, numerous silver ear piercings decorating her ears and dressed in a stylish emerald-green winter coat. She looked to be in her mid-twenties and while her pale green eyes were outlined with dark blue liner, the makeup couldn’t mask the uncertainty and the hint of fear in her gaze; her lips were pursed and her hands were shoved into her coat’s pockets as she looked between them both, and after a tense moment she finally spoke. “I’m so sorry for imposing on your Christmas, but I was in the city on a work trip and I couldn’t leave without stopping by. My name is-”

“Yelena,” (Y/N) interjected, her eyes widening in surprise; Natasha’s description of her little sister was spot-on, but it wasn’t until she heard her thick Russian accent that she fully realized who she was.

Steve, who was doing a far better job of hiding his shock, opened the door wider and gave the young woman a tight-lipped smile. “Please, come in.” Yelena hesitated for a moment but stepped through the doorway, her eyes carefully scanning their festively-decorated entryway as she slipped off her coat and black leather gloves. She allowed Steve to hang her coat on their coat-rack and followed them into the living room, and (Y/N) caught the blink-and-you-miss-it smile that formed when she spotted Carina and Indy. “Would you like something to drink, Yelena? Water, hot coca, hot coca with a splash of whiskey…?”

“I won’t lie, the third option sounds very good right about now,” The former Black Widow replied with a wry smirk, although it was still easy to see the apprehension that she was trying so hard to hide. “Thank you.”

Steve’s azure eyes briefly met (Y/N)’s before he turned and headed into the kitchen, whistling the command for Indy to join him, and (Y/N) scooped Carina up before sitting on the opposite end of the couch from Yelena; the infant squirmed on her lap, seemingly displeased to have been taken away from her Mega Bloks, but she was quickly distracted by the stuffed Hulk – a Christmas gift from her Uncle Bruce – that (Y/N) wriggled in front of her. “If it wasn’t for this little gumball,” She patted the side of her baby bump with her free hand. “I’d have a spiked hot coca the same as you.”

Yelena smiled politely. “Congratulations. Do you know whether it’s a boy or a girl yet?”

“We actually just found out this morning; it’s a girl, and we’ve already decided on her name.” (Y/N) took a steadying breath before continuing. “Natalia Austen Rogers-(Y/L/N).” When they were initially brainstorming various baby names, she and Steve came to the agreement that they would find a way to name their little boy or girl after Natasha and Tony; Natalia, being the spy’s birth name, and Austen, being the long-lasting nickname that the billionaire bestowed upon her the very first time they met.

The younger woman’s green eyes misted over, but she was quick to duck her head to hide her emotional reaction. “That’s…um, that’s a wonderful name. Natasha would like that.” She anxiously began to twirl one of her many rings around her finger. “I’ve been working up the courage to speak with you for quite some time. I came close earlier this week, at the pizza parlor in Greenwich Village, but I…” Trailing off, Yelena’s eyes flicked up to meet (Y/N)’s, carefully reading her before continuing on. “Judging by the overwhelming tension that is emanating from you and your husband, it would be safe to assume that you’ve been in recent contact with Clint Barton.” When (Y/N) mutely nodded, Yelena sighed to herself and threaded her fingers together in her lap. “Firstly, I would like to assure you that you and your family are not in any danger. I was hired to remove an obstacle and while it was an assignment that I was admittedly eager to complete, I ultimately decided against completing it; Barton was not responsible for my sister’s death, and I couldn’t see that until it was almost too late.”

“But you did see it, and that’s what really matters,” (Y/N) reassured her as she gently smoothed out her daughter’s hair, smiling when the infant waved at the former Black Widow and babbled away in excitement when she waved back. “And if it makes you feel any better, Clint’s not really the type to hold a grudge…well, except for that one time when Nat bit him during a fight. He still likes to bring that up from time to time.”

The corner of Yelena’s lips briefly twitched upwards before she sobered. “Secondly, I would like to thank you for helping my parents arrange for Natasha’s memorial. Ohio was…it was the first place where she was truly happy, and I’m glad that there is something there to honor her memory and her sacrifice.”

Swallowing the lump in her throat, (Y/N) adjusted her hold on Carina and cast her eyes downward. “It was the least I could do. Nat told me a little about her past after she went on the run and helped take down the Red Room, but she opened up more in the years after you Vanished.” She glanced up and met Yelena’s gaze with a sad smile. “She was so proud of you, Yelena, for traveling around the world and making it your mission to give all those Widows their freedom. Everything she did to help us reverse the Snap she did because she loved you, and she never once gave up trying to get you back.”

Yelena, overcome with emotion, nodded in thanks as she wiped a wayward tear from her cheek. A moment later, Steve walked back into the living room with a full mug of hot coca cradled in his hands and Natasha’s old knapsack slung over his shoulder; the former Black Widow murmured her thanks when she accepted the mug and while she took a cautious sip, Steve shrugged the knapsack off and leaned on the arm of the couch beside (Y/N). “I’m so sorry for your loss, Yelena. Your sister wasn’t just one of a kind, but she was a hero.” One of his hands moved to rest on (Y/N)’s shoulder and she briefly brushed her lips against his knuckles in comfort as he continued. “As I’m sure your parents already told you, Nat left you a message before she died; we’ve kept it safe since then, along with a few of her things that survived the Battle of Earth.”

After another sip of hot coca, Yelena set her mug down onto the coffee table and gingerly accepted the knapsack, her expression unreadable as she examined the faded name patch sewn onto the sturdy canvas. “Can I…?” She cleared her throat and looked up at them, her green eyes tinged with red. “Would you mind if I listen to it now?”

“Of course not,” (Y/N) assured her with a tight smile, allowing her husband to help her stand and positioning Carina to sit against her hip. “We’ll, um…we’ll just be in the kitchen, if you need anything.”

Yelena nodded and while she tentatively reached into her sister’s knapsack, the (Y/L/N)-Rogers family made their way to the kitchen to give the younger woman some much-needed privacy to finally face her grief head-on.

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“So, what’s Yelena like?” (Y/N) asked, reaching into her satchel for another apple and offering it to the massive rhino behind the wooden fence; the Border Tribe had been gracious enough to allow both the visiting members of Wakanda’s new outreach program and the fugitive Avengers to visit their impressive herd of rhinoceros and since (Y/N) hadn’t seen the spy since she’d gone on the run after Siberia, she invited Nat to join her at the enclosures.

“She’s strong, much stronger than she realizes. She’s funny, smart as hell and although she can be a little bit of a pain in the ass, she’s the kind of person who’ll have your back no matter what.” Natasha’s sincere smile turned playful as she arched an appraising brow at her. “Come to think of it, she sort of reminds me of another person I know…”

(Y/N) sighed in exaggerated exasperation. “You better not let Sam hear you saying that, ‘cause his ego’s inflated enough as it is.”

Rolling her eyes, Natasha lightly shoved her shoulder as she burst into giggles. “You know damn well that I was talking about you, hot-shot, and I meant every word of it.” Both women shared a look of understanding and while her heart burst with affection for the spy, (Y/N) patted the rhino’s neck and fed her another apple. “She likes music almost as much as you do, you know, and lately, she’s turned into a bit of a fashionista. Hopefully, you’ll get a chance to meet her someday; you guys would totally get along.”

“I think so, too. We can talk about music, clothes and all the best ways to annoy the hell out of you,” (Y/N) chuckled as Natasha shook her head in disbelief, giving the rhino one last pat before looping her around hers and smiling brightly, “C’mon, we should head back to Bucky’s farm and make sure he hasn’t fed Birdbrain to his goats.”

(Y/N) smiled to herself as she recalled her conversation with Natasha so long ago and leaned down to kiss the top of Carina’s head. It had been nearly a quarter of an hour since they’d left Yelena alone in their living room with Natasha’s final message for her, and they were trying to distract themselves from the emotionally-fraught situation with their daughter and their dog; Steve was crouched on the kitchen floor and scratching a pleased Indy behind the ears while (Y/N) entertained Carina by singing various Christmas songs, beaming with pride as their daughter sat on the kitchen island in front of her and happily babbled along with her.

“At this rate, she’s gonna be singing her ABC’s before she even turns two,” Steve remarked with a proud grin, standing up and watching Indy stroll over to his water bowl for a moment before leaning against the kitchen island and jiggling her stuffed Hulk in front of her. “Aren’t you, angel? You’re so smart, just like Mama.”

“Mama smart!” Carina exclaimed and clapped her chubby hands together in glee.

“Yep, but so’s Dada! He’s very, very smart, lemon drop, just like you.” The infant giggled when (Y/N) gently booped her nose with her index finger, and she glanced over at her husband and smirked when she saw the bemused expression on his face. “Don’t sell yourself short, sweetheart; your intelligence is one of the many, many things that I love about you.”

Steve’s brow playfully arched and he hummed in interest as his arm not-so-subtly moved to wrap around her waist. “Is that so? Mind tellin’ me what the rest of ‘em are, or is that classified intel?”

“Not necessarily, but it is the sort of intel that comes with a hefty price-tag.”

“I’ve got a pint of A Hunka-Hulka Burning Fudge and two Three Musketeer bars stashed in the downstairs freezer-”

“Sold!”

Just as a chuckling Steve leaned in for a kiss, Yelena hesitantly entered the kitchen and cleared her throat, giving them an awkward sort of smile when they both looked over at her; her pale green eyes were puffy from crying, but (Y/N) could see that for the first time since entering their home, the younger woman’s features were free of any anxiety and trepidation. I hope that Nat’s final message helped her find some closure, she thought to herself as she watched Yelena gently place the empty mug onto the counter before finally speaking. “I want to thank you both, for the delicious hot coca and for inviting me into your home so that I could accept my sister’s personal items.” She hugged the knapsack close to her chest and gave them a tiny smile, and (Y/N) could’ve sworn she spotted a hint of longing in her steely gaze as she continued. “I’ve taken up enough of your time, so I should leave you to enjoy the rest of your holiday.”

Steve and (Y/N) exchanged a look as the former Black Widow turned to leave, an unspoken agreement passing between them before Steve spoke up. “Yelena?” She turned back around to face them and Steve gathered Carina up into his arms, his trademark smile of sincerity spreading across his face as they walked around the kitchen island to stand before her. “I know that you’ve only just met us and that there’s probably other ways you’d rather be spending your Christmas Day, but we’d be honored if you joined us for dinner.”

Yelena froze, seemingly unsure of how to respond to their invitation. “I…that’s very cool of you to ask, but I-I wouldn’t want to intrude…”

“You wouldn’t be intruding at all,” (Y/N) promised as a smile of her own began to form. “It’ll be great, so long as you don’t mind listening to a fifteen-month old incoherently sing along to Christmas songs and fending off an adorable German Shepard as he begs for some of your dinner.”

As she looked between them both, Yelena’s pale green eyes softened and a softer, more genuine smile slowly illuminated her features. “Well, I do like your American Christmas songs and adorable dogs…”

At the start of the holiday season, (Y/N) planned on spending her picture-perfect Christmas with her beloved Steve and Carina, and she assumed that the biggest surprise in store for them would be finally learning the sex of their new baby. But after over ten years of living the life of a superhero, it should’ve come to no surprise that even the best-laid plans could change in the blink of an eye; in a week where she’d watched a Broadway musical loosely and hilariously adapt her husband’s entire life, helped her favorite archer and his biggest fan take on one of New York City’s most notorious criminal organizations and finally met her deceased best friend’s mysterious little sister after she nearly killed their friend, it just made sense that they’d add another place setting to their dining room table and enjoy their Christmas Day dinner alongside a talkative and overall happy Yelena Belova.

Neither (Y/N) nor Steve dared ask Yelena about Natasha’s final message to her, both unwilling to dampen the younger woman’s cheerful mood, but if her sparkling eyes and joyful laughter was anything to go off of, then (Y/N) knew that the message succeeded in helping Yelena finally find some closure. Yelena, being the sort of person that was quick to open up once she felt at home, was a delightful guest; while they enjoyed their dinner, she regaled them with stories of hers and Natasha’s childhood in Ohio and her journey of self-discovery since being freed of the Red Room’s chemical subjugation and in turn, (Y/N) and Steve shared their happiest memories of Natasha with her. If this is any indication of what the future Rogers-(Y/L/N)’s Family Christmases will be like then I’m all in, (Y/N) thought to herself with a smile as Steve and Yelena laughed at her story and Carina nodded off in her highchair, stroking a hand over her growing bump and basking in the cozy holiday cheer that occupied their home.

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A/N: And there you have it, a little Christmas fluff for ya'll in April! Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!

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PLAYLIST

ONE SHOTS

Stupid Genius

🧠Reader has been Malcolm’s friend for years and has had a crush on him for a long while. But he’s always too caught up in teenage hormones to even notice. ~1.3k words

Busy With Her Until You Miss Me

🧠Malcolm’s dating Alison, which makes him too busy to hang out with his friends. To fill the Wilkerson void in her life, Y/n starts hanging out with Reese more. Malcolm realizes how much he doesn’t like this when he dumbs down for the wrong girl. ~1.4k words

Ignored

🧠Y/n and Malcolm finally see each other after years apart, but Malcolm starts blowing her off for someone else. She learns more about his forbidden girlfriend Nikki, his strange behavior, and her own feelings. ~2.3k words

Night In

🧠Not able to go out tonight, Malcolm tells Y/n they should just have an at-home date at his place. ~900 words

The Couple Project

🧠Y/n L/n and Malcolm Wilkerson get paired for a project where they have to act like a couple for three weeks. What happens when someone gets in the way, and when feelings start to change? ~4.7k words

Let’s Go (GN!Reader)

🧠Malcolm takes his partner to a party and to say they weren’t having a good time was an understatement. ~600 words

The Way You Are (Plus Size!Reader)

🧠Looking through Malcolm’s dating history, Y/n can’t help but feel a little insecure about herself. It’s a good thing that Malcolm’s always ready to reassure her of his feelings for her. ~700 words

The Fight For Love

🧠Malcolm and Stevie find out that they’ve been wanting the same girl. Now they’re fighting for her attention, and neither of them back down from a challenge. ~4.6k words

Sunny Days

🧠Busy with competitions, you have no clue about Malcolm’s current sour moods and bad days. But when you hear about your boyfriend reaching his limit, you know just how to help him feel better. ~1.1k words

The New Neighbor (Male!Reader)

🧠When Malcolm sees a new family moving in next door, he’s ecstatic for a clean slate. But a clean slate isn’t the only thing Malcolm’s getting from you. ~900 words

Movie Manners

🧠You and Malcolm are trying to watch a movie, but Reese won’t stop bothering your boyfriend. ~300 words

Skating Lesson

🧠After finding out that you don’t know how to roller skate, your boyfriend decides to follow in his father’s footsteps and teach you. ~500 words

SMUT

Stop Talking

🧠Sick of your boyfriend’s complaining, you make an offhanded comment about his mouth. He takes it seriously. ~1.2k words

An Interesting Apology

🧠You and Malcolm have a fight over his selfish attitude. When he apologizes for his behavior, the two of you get swept up in a moment. ~2.2k words

Making a Little Genius

🧠You and Malcolm have a big party with your friends and family to celebrate you getting engaged and graduating Harvard with doctorates. During said party, you and Malcolm go to the bathroom to have a different kind of celebration. ~1.5k words

HEADCANONS

Simp Headcanons

🧠Malcolm Wilkerson being a simp for you headcanons ~1k words

BFFs to BFs Headcanons (Male!Reader)

🧠Becoming best friends and then boyfriends with Malcolm Wilkerson headcanons ~2.2k words

Grumpy!Malcolm X Sunshine!Reader Headcanons

🧠Grumpy Malcolm being with a Sunshine Reader headcanons ~900 words

SERIES

Picture (GN!Reader) | Part 2

🧠Y/n catches Malcolm making trouble and has him buy their silence. ~1.4k words each

She Doesn’t Get It | Part 2

🧠Malcolm keeps trying to tell Y/n he loves her, but she has about as much common sense as Reese. ~2.3k words, ~600 words

MY CHARACTER AI

🧠At-home date with your boyfriend (Based on Night In)

PLAYLIST

ONE SHOTS

Sleeping In

👊The Wilkersons save up enough money to go to the ranch to visit Francis and Piama. Only this time, they let Reese’s best friend tag along. ~1.2k words

Bad Dream

👊Reese has a bad dream and when he wakes up, only one person can make him feel better. ~1k words

What You Deserve

👊Reese knows his best friend deserves better. Y/n realizes her best friend is what’s better. ~1.6k words

When We’re Older

👊Reese and Y/n have babysitting duty, and it’s making Reese think about the future. ~600 words

Caught

👊Reese and Y/n get caught making out. ~700 words

Hot-Headed

👊Reese always comes up with ways to keep you and Malcolm apart. He doesn’t like you asking questions about it. ~900 words

Not So Bad (Sanders!Reader)

👊Being a former Krelboyne with your sister Cynthia, you knew very well of the Wilkersons. Especially Reese. ~1.9k words

The Third Wheel

👊Y/n and Reese have been looking forward to a concert for months. When they need a ride, their night takes an unexpected turn. ~1.2k words

Shy

👊Reese thinks he knows why Malcolm’s friend has been avoiding him at all costs, but some unintended eavesdropping will show the truth. ~800 words

Help You Heal

👊When Reese experiences the worst prank of his life, Lois enacts her revenge by going after the girls that set him up. Y/n has a different approach. ~1.1k words

The Lover and the Fighter

👊Reese shows affection by beating up people that bother you. You show affection by cleaning his wounds. ~1k words

Waiting For You

👊You were so happy for the Wilkerson family when Malcolm found a way to prove his father’s innocence. Now you can put your complete focus and worry on your best friend Reese, who for all you know is dead. ~900 words

Who Says

👊Reese tries convincing you that you shouldn’t pay your insecurities any mind. ~700 words

Sugar and Spice

👊Being a bully’s girlfriend doesn’t make you immune to other’s harassment. But you have managed to learn a few moves to help yourself out. ~800 words

Come Back, Be Here

👊Fate seemed so cruel to convince Reese to leave and risk his life because of a broken heart the same night you wanted to go to him with a heart full of love. But a few weeks later, fate seemed to be kinder. Because now he’s popped up on your doorstep, heart ready to be mended. ~1.5k words

Just a Trim

👊Sick of the summer heat, you wanted a haircut. Reese sees this as an opportunity to play a prank on you. But like most things Reese does, it doesn’t go as planned. ~700 words

I Like Your Style

👊For spirit week, you convince Reese to participate in twin day with you. Feelings arise when he sees your outfit. ~800 words

Checking In

👊After finding out your boyfriend got kicked out of his house and decided to get an apartment, you go to check up on him. ~700 words

Fighting For You

👊Reese gets upset when he finds out that you got into a fight. But finding out why you did it makes him feel more prideful than the fact that you won. ~600 words

The Army Girl

👊When one of Reese’s friends from the army comes to visit him, Malcolm gets in both of your heads about Abby having a crush on Reese. ~1.2k words

To The Rescue

👊Reese may be a bully, but he has to draw the line somewhere. That line is bullying girls, whether it’s him or someone else doing it. ~700 words

Unconventional Valentine's Day

👊Reese finds out you like scary movies while on a Valentine’s Day date. ~600 words

My Best Friend's Brother

👊You always thought of Reese as your best friend’s mean older brother, and Reese always thought of you as his little brother’s annoying tag-along. But as you get older, you realize that feelings can change. ~1k words

Don't Say What You Don't Mean

👊You tell Reese you love him for the first time, but his reaction isn’t what you were hoping for. ~900 words

Get the Girl

👊You and Reese decide to take a break because you don’t think he’s as serious about your shared future as you are. When a girl hires Reese to be her prom date, he realizes just how much he loves you. ~1.6k words

SMUT

The First Time

👊For some reason, Reese gets trusted to be alone in the house. He uses this opportunity to take your relationship to the next level. ~1.9k words

On His Knees

👊Reese just wants to please you. Who are you to deny him? ~700 words

Making It Up

👊Sometimes, Reese isn’t good at apologizing with words. So he finds a new way to express his remorse after a fight. ~1.9k words

Sleepover

👊Late nights with Reese make you both giggly and needy. ~1k words

He Can't Have You (Cheerleader!Reader)

👊Being the cheer captain, you have a few boys that would do anything to get a date with you. But only one has your heart, and he wants everyone to know about it. ~1.6k words

Little Black Dress (Cheerleader!Reader)

👊You go to a homecoming party with Reese, and he gets mopey watching people try to get your attention. You find an empty bathroom and remind him that he’s the only one you have your eyes on. ~900 words

Happy Graduation

👊Instead of going to the senior party after graduation, you and Reese sneak onto the football field after everyone’s gone. ~900 words

HEADCANONS

Complete Opposite GF Headcanons

👊Reese Wilkerson dating a girl who’s his complete opposite headcanons ~600 words

Jealousy Headcanons

👊Reese Wilkerson jealousy headcanons ~400 words

Similar GF Headcanons

👊Reese Wilkerson dating a girl like him headcanons ~600 words

PDA Headcanons

👊PDA with Reese Wilkerson headcanons ~700 words

Simp Headcanons

👊Reese Wilkerson being a simp for you headcanons ~1k words

Popular S/O Headcanons

👊Reese Wilkerson with a popular S/O headcanons ~1k words

Coming Out with Reese Headcanons (Male!Reader)

👊Being Reese’s boyfriend and coming out to his family headcanons ~1.1k words

Gluten-Free S/O Headcanons

👊Reese Wilkerson with an S/O that can’t eat gluten headcanons ~600 words

Autistic GF Headcanons

👊Reese Wilkerson with an autistic girlfriend headcanons ~1k words

New Neighbor Headcanons

👊Being Reese Wilkerson's new neighbor headcanons ~1.3k words

Valentine's Day Headcanons

👊Valentine's Day with Reese Wilkerson Headcanons ~1k words

NSFW Alphabet

👊The NSFW Alphabet with Reese Wilkerson ~1.6k words

SERIES

His Boyfriend (Male!Reader) | Part 2

👊Secrets come out when Jessica makes Malcolm and Reese think the other is gay. ~2k words, 800 words

PLAYLIST

ONE SHOTS

Kissing The Homie (Male!Reader)

🧑‍🌾Francis always thought he was straight. When he comes home from military school and sees his childhood friend for the first time in almost two years, he starts to learn some things about himself. ~1.9k words

Travel Day (Nonbinary!CaneUser!Reader)

🧑‍🌾You and Francis get ready for the journey to visit his family. ~500 words

Nonchalance (Male!Reader)

🧑‍🌾Your relationship with Francis isn’t a secret, you just choose not to make a big deal out of it. ~700 words

Bad Boy's Blue (Alt!Francis) (GN!Alt!Reader)

🧑‍🌾Wanting to do something to celebrate being close to graduation, Francis asks you to dye his hair. ~700 words

Room For One More (Wife!Reader)

🧑‍🌾You and Francis have the perfect life, being happily married and working at the Grotto. But when you miss your period, you wonder if this perfect life can handle one more person. ~900 words

See The Light

🧑‍🌾Stuck at a Krelboyne picnic, you go behind the building for a secret smoke. Francis appears with the same idea, and asks if he can borrow your lighter. But you’re gone before he can give it back. ~1.2k words

SMUT

Keep Your Voice Down

🧑‍🌾You’re the Wilkerson’s go-to babysitter, able to handle any of the chaos the boys throw at you. But you’re Francis’ favorite for other reasons. ~2.1k words

Lights On

🧑‍🌾You’re not used to being intimate, so Francis makes sure your first time with him is extra special. ~2.5k words

Finally Alone (Wife!Reader)

🧑‍🌾After Hal uses Malcolm’s credit card to book some rooms at a ski lodge for Christmas, you and Francis take some much needed time for yourselves. ~900 words

HEADCANONS

Slowburn Headcanons

🧑‍🌾Having a slowburn friends to lovers with Francis Wilkerson headcanons ~2.3 words

Simp Headcanons

🧑‍🌾Francis Wilkerson being a simp for you headcanons ~1k words

Angry Skater Boy Headcanons

🧑‍🌾Francis Wilkerson with a skater boy with anger issues ~900 words

Growing Up With And Dating Francis Headcanons

🧑‍🌾Growing up with and dating Francis Wilkerson headcanons ~700 words

SERIES

The Boy Next Door’s Brother | Part 2

🧑‍🌾All Francis hears from Malcolm these days is how cute the new neighbor girl is. Imagine his surprise when he comes home for the weekend to find that the neighbor girl is his age and Malcolm is still trying to impress her. ~1.4k words, 1.1k words

ONE SHOTS

Two Krelboyne Girls

💫Being the new Krelboyne girl, Cynthia’s determined to make you feel welcomed. ~400 words

I Found a Girl

💫Cynthia introduces you, her new friend, to Malcolm, who instantly develops a crush. Too bad you have your sights set on someone completely different. ~800 words

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