#sap blurbs !!

[pray4saint]

16+ , mdni!

descrip. nsfw. drunk!sapnap blurb. fem reader. your inebriated boyfriend who convinced you to fuck him yet again despite how drunk he is. p in v. riding.

”i love you.. love you so much..” he mutters the words as you grind your hips back down onto his, your hands flat against his chest, cunt squeezing his cock. ”i know sap..” you coo, leaning down to kiss his cheek. sapnap's hands pinch and wring at your sides, unable to pick one single spot to hold on to, his eyes beginning to scrunch up at the pleasure. ”how's my boy sweet boy feelin' hm?” your voice echoes in his ears, making him moan and his arms wrap around you, pulling your waist flush to his chest.

when you moan almost directly into his ear, it's almost like a switch goes off in his head and he's mumbled a yes before he starts lifting his hips up into your yours, making your cry out against his neck and your teeth graze his shoulder every now and then.

even in his inebriated, hazy state of mind he can feel when you start clenching around his cock the way you always do right before you cum.

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

[therealslimshakespeare]

Sarge & lil Mama blurb

Coming soon from a Baby Rosalee Chapter, circa 1960

…With both hands clutched to his chest, Elvis and Elaine watched to see if baby so much as twitched but 48 hours of traveling seemed to catch up with their Rosalee and she didn’t move a muscle. Elvis carefully snagged a pillow and brought it under Elaine’s arm now she was holding all the weight and she carefully snuggled into a position she could maintain without moving for however long the press conference took.

“You alright mamas?” he asked her as he gravely reviewed his precautions for her comfort.

“I’m perfect.” she whispered, pursing her lips and he leaned over her gently, pressing his forehead to her mouth as he knew she wanted. “Oh I’ve stained you.” she lamented, the faded remnants of her lipstick having transferred to his golden face.

He snickered softly and rose from the bed with as little motion as he could, using those strong thighs of his to leverage straight up without a bounce and when he was successful in not waking the Schnucki Monster he went into the en-suite bathroom and reviewed the pale kiss mark above his brow. It was barely noticeable and rather affectingly situated, like a pretty stamp above his more mobile eyebrow.

As Elvis stared at it his heart twisted with a burning loyalty for the woman in bed with his five children while the Colonel’s words ricocheted in his mind until he found himself emphatically redoing his lashes with more than a moderate coat of mascara and after a moment's hesitation, he opened Elaine’s matching toilette bag and took from it today’s shade of coral. Unscrewing the gold cap he pondered it for a moment before leaning into the mirror and gently dabbing it onto the places where her kiss mark failed to make an outline. He was cautious not to overdo it, pulling back to review his entire face and take in the effect.

Elvis had no desire to make her favor look garish, but neither did he want it unnoticed. He looked rather like one of last war’s recruiting posters, white smile, long hair, fresh face with a big smooch printed thereon.

[kumezyzo]

this is my first time requesting things so I don’t judge me 😭 but since Sapnap calls reader peaches, what if they went as Mario and Princess Peach for Halloween! I think it’d be so cute to see people’s reactions 🥰

omg this is so fucking cute!!!!! i would never judge you omg! this is actually amazing, i would have never thought of this!!!

i feel like, regardless of who came up with the idea, you would love it more than him. i feel like he thinks it's a bit cringey to have matching costumes, but likes it because you get super excited over it. he thinks its so cute that youre picking out the right pink outfit that matches Peaches Pink but also making sure it doesn't look like a part city costume. he also just lets you pick out something for him cause he thinks its too much work (and he wants to see you focused on choosing things for him to wear.

i think regardless, if you guys wear party city outfits or something really intricate, people will love it. when you two post the pictures, people make so many fanarts. you obviously look like a power couple, you're dressed up as a power couple, and you teally just ARE a power couple.

people (aka george and dream) make fun of him for looking sightly annoyed all night. he tries to say that hes not, but when you walk away from him temporarily, his face drops and he goes on his phone 😭

(george and dream went as toad and luigi obvi)

[mercurial-chuckles]

Sappy Sunday Thought!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader Warnings: Sap | Overloaded fluff | Language | Bucky being such a little shit Word Count: ~500 A/N: My hubby and I went to a friend's house for dinner. They have a three-year-old boy who is absolutely adorable. When I knelt down to greet him with our usual high-five and fist bump, he blushed and shyly looked away. They told me the little guy has a massive crush on me! He talks about me all day, asking when I'll come over and waiting eagerly. My poor heart! 😍💕🥹🫠 Even on his dad's birthday recently, he apparently asked when my birthday was. It completely melted my heart. So darn cute! Not to mention, my hubby playfully glared at him and told him he couldn't marry me because I belong to him. The poor kid almost cried, and it took both me and his parents to pacify him afterward! The whole ordeal sparked a little blurb idea for me! 💕🤭 Note: Do not Steal, Copy, or Plagiarize any part of my work! GIF credits to @upcomingactress Divider credits to @buck-star Thank you :) Check out my other works: Masterlist

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Indulge Away!

"Stop it, Bucky," you warned, pulling the tiny form of Ethan away from your husband's arms.

"Hey," Bucky snickered, swatting your arm away from the kid playfully.

"NO. NO," Ethan yelled, clinging tightly to your knee, making everyone around you laugh.

"Oh, now you're just being mean, boy. Leave her alone. She's mine," Bucky said, clearly enjoying himself far too much.

"MAMAAAA!" Ethan shouted, his voice surprisingly loud for a three-year-old.

"It's okay, baby. Uncle Bucky is only joking," Pepper cooed from the other end of the living room, gently fixing Morgan's hair.

"Yes, Ethan, Uncle Bucky's just having fun. Right, Bucky?" you asked, throwing a warning glance his way. All your husband did was shrug and flash you a bright smile.

"No, I'm not. You can't have her, Ethan. That's that," Bucky whispered, further aggravating Ethan's plight. You responded with a not-so-light punch to his right bicep, but he only chuckled, leaning closer to kiss your cheek.

Ethan was on the verge of wailing, so you turned, picked him up, and sat him on your other side. Tony approached, leaning down to meet his son's eyes.

"You've got no chill, Bucky," you muttered over your shoulder.

"Tell you what," Tony began, drawing Ethan's attention. "We can always get Beebee to fight Uncle Bucky and keep her with us," he said. Ethan instantly brightened and looked to you for confirmation.

"Sounds good to me," you whispered to Ethan, earning an enthusiastic fist bump from the now-happy toddler.

"Now, who in the world is Beebee, Stark?" Bucky asked, frowning.

"Let's not tell him, yeah?" Tony replied, winking at Ethan as he lifted him into his arms. "Keep watching over your shoulder, buddy," Tony added, walking away.

"Buddy, Beebee's comin'," Ethan echoed over Tony's shoulder in his adorable little voice.

You turned to Bucky, giggling at his half-exasperated, half-stunned expression.

"Seriously? I can't have you roaming outside our home with a STARK-LEVEL PROBLEM," Bucky groaned, emphasizing the last part as he shouted after Tony and Ethan.

Leaning in, Bucky pecked your lips and whispered, "What the fuck is Beebee?"

"It's the giant bot Tony's been working on," you replied.

Bucky rolled his eyes, scoffing at the idea of a massive robot chasing him off just so Tony's son could kidnap you.

"I'd like to see it try," he muttered.

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[musicforastylesrestaurant]

If you’re still taking ideas for tonight 🫶🏻 maybe H and y/n going on their first walk as a family - either baby in the carrier on Harry’s chest or y/n pushing the pram, all wrapped up warm on a winter walk then going to meet Anne for a coffee so baby could have nanna cuddles 🥰

Spring Walks.

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my blurb masterlist is here!!

in which, it’s your’s and harry’s first walk as a family of four, and even though it’s spring, the weathers very chilly and your little one is in the pram whilst your four year old is sat on his daddy’s shoulders.

word count - 1k.

It’s just past ten on a chilly spring morning, the kind where the sky is washed in soft blue and the clouds seem like afterthoughts. The forest trail beneath your feet is damp from last night’s rain, but it smells incredible—earthy, fresh, and full of that green-sap scent that only comes with early leaves.

You wrap your coat tighter around you and glance down into the pram. Your daughter is sleeping soundly, her tiny chest rising and falling under the knit blanket Anne gave you just before she was born. Her face is impossibly small, features still undefined in that newborn way—more like a dream than a person just yet.

“S’out cold,” Harry says, leaning over your shoulder to peek in at her. “Like her mum, snoring by nine.”

You laugh quietly, nudging him. “I do not snore.”

“Y’do a little puff. Like a baby hedgehog.” He makes a tiny snuffling sound and then grins, proud of himself.

“You are so lucky I’m sleep-deprived and too tired to argue.”

He chuckles and shifts his grip on your four-year-old son, who is perched high up on his shoulders, little wellies bouncing lightly against Harry’s chest with each step. His tiny hands are tangled in Harry’s curls, his cheeks rosy and wind-bitten.

“Daddy, look!” your son shouts, pointing toward a squirrel sprinting up a tree. “He’s got something in his mouth! Is it a sandwich?”

Harry squints. “Looks like a bit of leaf or something, buddy. Probably not a sandwich. Squirrels don’t have lunchboxes.”

“They should,” your son decides seriously. “We could give them some snacks.”

You join in, “That’s how you make forest friends, you know. You leave them tiny peanut butter sandwiches, and they send thank-you notes made of twigs.”

“Really?” He gasps, eyes wide.

Harry laughs, “Well, sort of. But you’ve got to be very, very quiet so you don’t scare them.”

Your son nods solemnly and immediately whispers, “Okay.” Then, a second later: “BUT IF I SEE A FOX I’M GONNA SCREAM!.”

You and Harry both burst into quiet laughter, trying not to wake the baby.

You fall into step beside him, the gravel crunching underfoot. The path is scattered with fallen blossoms from some early-flowering tree, pink petals caught in puddles and clinging to your boots.

“Can you believe we’re here?” you say softly. “Family of four. Two whole kids.”

Harry exhales, long and warm, like he’s been holding that feeling in his chest and is only just letting it out. “I know. Feels unreal. Like we blinked and suddenly… we’re outnumbered.”

You laugh. “You’re the one who wanted more chaos.”

“I did,” he admits, smiling. “And I’d do it all again. Every nappy, every midnight bottle, every ‘I want juice’ at four in the morning.”

You glance at him with a smirk. “That last one was you.”

He shrugs. “What can I say? Apple juice tastes better at night.”

A soft wind stirs the leaves around you. You adjust the pram handle, and Harry watches you for a moment before speaking again.

“Y’amazing, you know,” he says quietly. “Like. I watch you with them, and I think—how did I get so lucky?”

You look over at him, touched. “You were charming. And tall. That helped.”

“That’s it then?” he laughs. “Tall and charming?”

You lean into him a little, shoulder brushing his. “And you make a very good climbing frame.”

From above, your son yells, “I’m a tree-climber! I’m on top of Daddy Mountain!”

“Hold on, little explorer,” Harry says, pretending to wobble. “Daddy Mountain’s feeling an earthquake in his back.”

“Don’t fall, Daddy! I’m too small to raise a baby!”

That has you both laughing so hard you have to stop for a moment. You reach up and steady your son’s leg while you catch your breath.

The trail starts to widen, and ahead you can see glimpses of the high street through the thinning trees. The edge of town greets you with the smell of fresh bread from the bakery and a faint bell from someone opening a shop door.

Harry glances over. “Mum said she got us the corner table outside. Figured we’d want space for the pram.”

You nod, grateful. “She always thinks of everything.”

“She’s been dying to show off the baby,” he adds. “I think she’s printed pictures for strangers on the bus.”

“She’s so excited to have another granddaughter, she’s got so many plans already.” Harry adds. “For both of them.”

You smirk. “Like what?”

“She wants to take her first grandbaby to the petting zoo, just them two. And she said we should have a nap together while she watches the baby.”

You blink, surprised. “A nap together? Like… sleep?”

“I know,” Harry teases, “remember that?”

You let out a soft laugh, feeling the warmth in your chest bloom. You’d give anything for just one afternoon of that quiet kind of closeness again. But for now, this walk—this moment—is enough.

As you turn onto the main road, your son gasps. “There’s Nana! I see her!”

Anne is already waving from her spot at the café, wearing a scarf you bought her last Christmas and holding a takeaway cup in one hand. When she sees you, her whole face lights up. She stands before you even reach her, arms out.

Harry gently lifts your son off his shoulders, setting him down. “Go on then, give Nana a cuddle.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice—he races ahead, nearly colliding with her in a hug. Anne laughs and scoops him up effortlessly, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Then she turns to you, eyes misty.

“There’s my girl,” she says, kissing your cheek, then leaning over the pram. “And there’s my littlest love. Oh, she’s perfect.”

Harry wraps an arm around your shoulders, drawing you into him. “We made some good ones, didn’t we?”

You lean into him, smile tugging at your lips as you watch your family. “We really did.”

Anne looks up. “Well, I’ve ordered you both tea, and I got extra pastries because you’re both barely eating anything proper—”

“We eat!” you protest.

“You nibble. Like nervous mice,” she says, waving her hand. “Now sit. Warm up. I’ll cuddle this one in a minute.”

[swanimagines]

Hi! Could you write a short Eddie Munson x reader blurb where it's just morning cuddles and kisses in his bed 🥺 Please and thank you!

A/N: Makeout scenes always feel weird to write to me, but I did my best haha 😅

GOOD MORNING METALHEAD

When the first flickers of light penetrated through the windows of Eddie’s trailer, it illuminated your and Eddie’s sleeping bodies. Tangled in blankets and in each other’s bodies, his bed far too small for two people, but you still, somehow, had managed to fit.

You were the one stirring first, squinting to make sense of the alarm clock beside you and groaned — you should get up within fifteen minutes and leave for school. At least, if you wanted to take care of your hygiene before leaving.

You turned your head to look at your sleeping boyfriend and sighed, lifting yourself up to your forearms. You brushed a strand of hair from his forehead and stared at his face for a moment. You knew you should get up already, your teachers already weren’t thinking too fondly of you two as you had lost the track of time and (more or less accidentally) skipped classes because of making out somewhere.

But you just couldn’t help it, looking at Eddie’s face, laying there, in warmth… it just always pulled you towards staying with him and pushing your responsibilities back for him. Someone might say he’s bad company because of that, but it was really just teenage love.

“Mm, you’re staring at me,” he suddenly murmured, making you flinch slightly and sit up straighter.

“I didn’t know you’re awake.”

He opened his eyes a crack. “I had the most amazing dream,” he murmured, blinking at you lazily. “I was in my bed with a literal angel.”

You pouted. “Disappointed it’s just me?”

He snorted. “Why would I be disappointed? My dream turned out to be better than reality.”

You felt yourself blushing and bit your lower lip. “You’re such a sap.”

He shifted, raising himself up a little to lean his head on his hand, before he grinned. “Only for you, baby.”

You were quiet for a moment, just basking in the morning warmth, before you sighed. “We should really get up.”

He pouted. “Don’t ruin the mood.”

“I wouldn’t, unless we weren’t an inch away from failing in our classes again.”

He flopped back down onto his bed, pulling you against him. “Eh, we still have our whole lives ahead of us. Being left on class won’t hurt just yet.”

You didn’t argue with that, even though you knew that way of thinking was madness. But you couldn’t help but think how in his arms, your grades didn’t really matter.

You felt his lips trailing down your jaw, so you tilted your head to return the affection, kissing the corner of his mouth before he pressed his lips against yours. Soon, you had rolled over, your lips moving together and you were giggling every time you parted. You threw your other leg across his while his hand trailed up and down your bare back, slightly pulling you closer.

It was always as addicting, kissing with him. Time always seemed to fly by, which wasn’t always a good thing, but you at least pretended not to care.

It took a while, and your positions changed at least ten times before you finally parted to glance at the clock again.

The school was starting in twenty minutes, no chance of making it in time. You groaned and flopped back against the pillow. “Shit. We should really stop doing this.”

Eddie snorted again. “Kiss each other stupid each morning you’re over? Not a chance.”

You rolled your eyes. “I know I sound like I’m nagging, but it’s really messing with our school and possibly our future through that. Teachers aren’t going to take ‘our lips were glued together for an hour, sorry’ for an explanation.”

He hummed, but his grip on you didn’t loosen. “Let’s make up another explanation, an acceptable one, and make out for one hour more?”

You should have said no. Everything in you screamed a no. It wouldn’t be a good idea.

But, as expected, you were in his arms half an hour later too. Being late wasn’t that bad, at least if your stupid lovesick teenager brain was asked over your reasonable part of your brain…

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[annievrse]

the special t-shirt

roronoa zoro x reader —ᡣ𐭩 blurb a/n: just a little stupid thing i wrote to get away from the angst of labyrinth

“Dude, c’mon.”

You blink, your chopsticks full of rice pausing halfway to your mouth. The crew continues chattering around you. “What?”

“What?” Zoro gives you a deadpan look, food pushed into the side of his cheek. "This is serious."

Robin watches you two across the table, a smirk playing on her lips. She watches Zoro furrow his eyebrows at you as you ignore him.

"I said I was sorry," You say. "What else do you want me to say, bro?"

"Bro?" Zoro scoffs, turning his body toward you. He props his elbow on the table and leans to the side to glance at your face. "Call me that again... see what happens."

You shake your head, your laugh is humourless. "You're unbelievable."

Zoro makes a sound of indignation. "Me? You called me bro. I'm not your bro."

"Yeah, and you called me dude! What's the difference?"

You barely notice the chatter slowing down and coming to an abrupt halt as you and Zoro glare at each other.

"Hey," Franky says, nervous laughter following. "What's up?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing."

The crew eyes you wearily, Nami jabbing her thumb over her shoulder. Luffy tilts his head in confusion, and the rest get up quickly, their plates forgotten.

"Oh!" Luffy giggles. "Trouble in paradise, huh?"

"You idiot!" Nami whispers harshly, pulling him to stand by the collar of his shirt. "Hurry up."

You watch her drag Luffy out of the galley, Chopper and Brook sulking as they follow everyone else out. Sanji hovers in the doorway, eyes on Zoro.

"Don't fuck this up, mosshead."

Zoro scrunches his face, opening his mouth to retort, but Sanji's gone before he can. "Dick."

You sigh deeply, rubbing your forehead with your palm. "Zo'."

"Hate that guy—"

"Can you please tell me what's wrong?'

Zoro's eyebrows raise, and he shrugs one shoulder. "Yeah."

You wait for him to speak, but when he says nothing, you poke him.

Zoro swats your hand away, face set in a deep scowl. "You used my favourite shirt to wipe the ink off your hand."

You blink, sighing as the guilt rises again. "I know, I'm sorry. The ink pot spilled, and it was so close to the logbook; your shirt was the first thing I saw, and I panicked. I—I'll buy you a new one—"

"No," he mumbles, eye cast down to his lap.

You purse your lips, your throat thick with emotion. "Sorry..."

"Besides, you have no money."

You gape at him. "Do, too! Who do you think buys all your alcohol?"

Zoro's eyes soften, and he tilts his head like he's trying to get a better look at you. But before he can get too sappy, he rolls his eyes.

"Anyway, the point is that you can't buy me a new one."

"Why not?" You reach over to pick a piece of fluff off his shoulder. He lets you, his gaze on you. "It's a plain white shirt. They have those everywhere."

"Because you can't," Zoro shrugs, his fingers fidgeting in his lap.

Chewing your bottom lip, you know there's more to this than he's letting on.

"Zoro," You say, resting your palm on his cheek. "What's this about?"

"I—uh, the shirt... it was. No," he shakes his head. "It's nothing."

You've rarely seen him this nervous, especially around you, in all the years you've been together. It scares you.

"Please," You whisper, sliding down the bench. "If it's bothering you this much, it's more than nothing."

Zoro huffs and looks to the ceiling before closing his eye. His hand circles around your waist, pulling you near. Your shoulder is under his armpit when he's done getting comfortable—as comfortable as you can get on a wooden bench.

"It's my favourite shirt."

You nod, urging him to go on. "Mmhm."

"And it happens to be the same shirt I was wearing when... when we... you know."

A smile spreads across your cheeks. "Say it."

Zoro scoffs lightly, a blush dusting his cheeks. "When we first met."

You make a sound of pure happiness. "You little sap!"

"Shut up," he mumbles, though his words have no bite. A sheepish grin pulls at the corners of his mouth.

But your joy is short-lived when you realise the problem. "And I ruined it."

Zoro shakes his head. "Don't be stupid... it's not like it still fits me. You know, since I've gotten bigger muscles and chest and all that..."

"Yeah, your tits are huge."

"They're pecs."

You laugh, kissing his cheek. "I'm sorry."

"You already said that," Zoro mutters, face warming when your lips meet his skin.

"I can wash it," You say. "I'm sure I can find some super, powerful soap that'll wash the ink right out."

Zoro shrugs. "If you want."

You tilt your head as you consider him. What he really means is, yes, please.

"Wanna come with me? You can sit pretty on the sink while I wash it."

He scoffs, rolling his eyes.

You stand from the bench with an eyebrow raised. "What?"

"I don't sit pretty. That's your job."

You ignore the comment and step out, holding your hand out. "C'mon."

But before Zoro can clasp his fingers around yours, the galley door swings open, the crew comically crowding the doorway.

"We good?" Franky asks, voice tight. Chopper, Brook, and Usopp hold their breath, and Nami and Robin smile. Sanji rolls his eyes and Luffy bursts through everyone to get back to the food.

Zoro's soft expression morphs into a scowl at the sight of them. "Yeah, not that it's any of your business..."

"Good! I'm starving," Luffy exclaims, plopping himself down at the table and scoffing down food from the remaining plates.

"Hey! That's mine!" Usopp yells, rushing over to Luffy before pulling him into a loose headlock.

You wrap your hand around Zoro's bicep and tug him toward the laundry room below deck.

After scrubbing at the t-shirt for an hour, the water murky and the soap almost empty, Zoro holds the too-small shirt against his torso. He gives you a gleaming smile, one reserved for you, and despite the sparse grey splotches visible, he's more than content with the effort. Zoro leans down to press his lips to your forehead, mumbling about his gratitude.

Safe to say, the following morning, Zoro stretches the shirt onto his body, the seams cracking and the hems cutting off the circulation in his arms. The crew laughs at him, but he smiles proudly when he sees your giggles.

You didn't ruin his shirt but added a new memory that he will treasure until the end of time.

[nappingmoon]

tsukishima makes a playlist for every date that you guys go on. every single one. they’re each simply titled the numbers of the date, with the description featuring a little blurb about the location or a favorite memory, like “9pm nosferatu showing. she tripped over air and sent our jumbo popcorn flying across the theater” and makes the cover a candid that he sneaks of you.

he won’t tell you about this, but one time when you’re trying to add a song to the queue on the drive home, you discover them, scrolling through his playlists, only to find yourself embedded in his listening. the number of songs each playlist has can vary, but they are all unique and hyper specific. classical music under the date you guys had at an art museum, bad bunny and rauw for the night you dragged him to a latin club, all of your favorite musical hits during your broadway watching marathon— the list doesn’t end.

he side eyes you inquisitively from behind the wheel when he notices the tears brimming your eyes. “what’s wrong with you?” he asks without malice, ever curt.

he can’t hide the blush that creeps up his face as you turn the phone, reddening with a murmured curse. your wobbly smile doesn’t falter as he grasps the phone out of your hand, returning his eyes to the road as he quickly clicks the off button. “we’re listening to the radio now” he says gruffly, fiddling with the knobs on the dash.

“i love you, kei.” you speak quietly over the random commercial song that fills the car— your punishment for finding out his little secret.

“yeah, yeah.” he replies, still unwilling to look you in the eyes again yet.

you pinch his cheek over the center console, eager to tease. “and you love me too, you sap.”

“yeah.” he sighs, pulling your fingers away from his face to intertwine them with his own, before placing a chaste kiss on the back of your hand.

sorry i’m forever in love with this man he haunts my waking hours I love u lover boy tsukki <33

[pucksandpebbles]

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a blurb in which, Luke loves that you have your own career and is so proud to be sharing such an amazing life with you that he just can't help but tell anyone who will listen

a/n : a quick Luke blurb from me cause he's my fav - so boyfriend :)

always remember to show love and don't be a silent reader - I love your thoughts and without y'all I probably wouldn't be writing so thank you. Also this could be considered a 100 followers celly, which I was blessed by this week - can't believe there are so many of you here!! not proof/beta read

wc : 549

“It’s good to be dating someone who’s whole world isn’t hockey - it’s something that I can escape into on the off days. And it’s nice to have someone who understands what it’s like to have the spotlight on you and to have a busy schedule. I mean, she’s got her own thing, that’s why I love her, Miss Independent.”

You laughed aloud, scrolling down to read more of the article, which although was supposed to be about Luke and his hockey career, was reading more and more like a ‘Luke Hughes is in love with his girlfriend’ segment. You couldn’t help but break into a smile as you gradually uncovered more and more of his high praise for you, laid bare in a sports journal for all to read. No doubt social media sites and gossip blogs were filling up on this type of content, lapping at the way Luke seemed entirely incapable of not mentioning you in an interview. It was kind of adorable, how obsessed he was. 

His head was currently slotted comfortably between your clothed thighs, nuzzled into the warm fabric and trying to hide his growing blush and you read the words out loud to him. Ruffling his dark curls with your free hand, you moved the phone to look down at him.

“Luke, honey, you are such a sap,” You chuckled slightly.

He groaned, “Quinn and Jack are never gonna let me hear the end of this.”

Your smile grew even wider as you replied, “Forget about your brothers, I’m never gonna let you hear the end of this.”

A long drawn out ‘ugh’ emanated from his mouth as he pulled his head up to rest on your lower stomach instead, his flushed face glowing in the sunlight that was streaming in through the large panelled windows.

“No baby, don’t worry, it’s cute.” You reaffirmed.

“It is.”

Pressing gentle kisses to the strip of skin that was exposed between your jeans and the hem of your top, he asked, “You promise?”

You tipped your head back in another laugh, “Of course I promise.”

The scene was so domestic, something that you might have felt suffocated by in other, previous relationships, but that felt just right, here, with Luke. The way you two were entangled on your sofa after two bowls of ramen and crisps shared over the latest episode of the White Lotus that you were watching together. Together, even when you couldn’t be sat together watching it, spread out across the country - but never spread thin. The pings of texts which documented his excitement, his shock, his theories as you watched on in sync in your own hotel room.

It felt normal, it felt perfect.

His hands grasped at your soft hoodie, that was actually his, hands snaking softly beneath the fabric and planting sweet kisses to every inch of exposed skin - but not asking for more, just something domestic.

How your phone lit up with texts of support and congratulations after a concert. How you sent off texts mid-game asking if he was okay after a particularly hard loss and celebrated his wins through emojis and excitement. 

They had these words in an article, but they didn’t get the full picture. Never would. It was just something for the two of them.

[hischiershoe]

I just picture doing the we listen and we don’t judge trend with Nico and admitting you hide his favorite hoodie when he leaves for roadies so you can wear it

i did a teeny blurb on this i hope that’s okay :)

"I don't understand," Nico looks at you, his brown eyes swimming with confusion, "You just say a secret?"

"Kind of," You hum, propping your phone against the container, "It doesn't have to be a big secret. Just something silly like 'Sometimes I pretend not to notice when the trash is full so you'll take it out'. You know?"

"I take the trash out anyway," He teases, carefully pulled you into his side once you were finished setting your phone up.

“Well, yeah,” You playfully roll your eyes as you relax against him, “I was just using it as an example. I’ll go first and then you can go, okay?”

“Sounds good,” He presses his lips to your temple before you lean forward to start the timer.

“Remember we say ‘we listen and we don’t judge’ at the same time,” You reaffirm, giving him an appreciative smile as you look uo at him. He’s always so willing to let you drag him into the newest tiktok trends without complaint because he knows it makes you happy, and you love him for it.

Once the timer counts all the way down, you and Nico let out the trending phrase at the same tome before his attention is on you.

“Sometimes,” You begin, a smile tugging at your lips, “Well, all the time actually, I hide the hoodie you always wear before you go on a long road trip so I can wear it while you’re gone.”

As you turn to Nico, he’s giving you a knowing look, one corner of his mouth turned upwards before he says, “I know you do. I always make sure to wear it the day before we leave so some of my cologne is on there.”

“You’re such a sap,” You giggle, wiping at the happy tears that formed in your eyes, “But I love you for it. Now, it’s your turn!”

The two of you recount the phrase over again as to rub your hands on your leggings, and you turn to Nico as he readies himself for his part of the video. He places his hand on your thigh as he looks at you, your face slightly warming from his touch.

“So, you remember that one time you wanted to order from the deli in Hoboken and I told you they closed down,” He asks, biting back laughter when he watches your face contort with suspicion, “They didn’t actually close, they only stopped selling the breakfast bagel you like, so I learned how to make it at home for you. I make sure to wake up extra early so that I can make it before you wake up.”

Your jaw dropped open at his admission, the ability to form words suddenly fleeing from your mind as you gaped at him. You’d always been a little confused at Nico’s sudden interest in going by himself to the deli so early in the morning, especially because he hated getting up earlier than he had to, but he’d always brush you off with a simple excuse and divert the conversation.

“Nico,” Your voice wobbled as tears formed in your eyes yet again, “You learned how to make it just for me?”

“Of course,” He gently smiles, one hand squeezing your thigh and the other wiping at your cheeks, “I know how much you hate changing your usual order at places, so I asked them how to make it and learned on my own.”

“I really don’t know what I did to deserve you,” You sniffle as you wrap your arms around him, “I love you so much.”

“I love you.”

[pray4saint]

I was watching the everest bts (DREAM LOOKS SO PRETTY IN IT I CANT </3) and I noticed how Sap's version of affection is like, bullying his friends (same).

How do you think DTeam would react to an s/o like that?

this is a good idea soooooo

it takes awhile for bf!dream to get used to it. he's not used to being pushed around and bullied by his partners, usually it's just his friends. once he gets it, gets that's it'd happening and is gonna keep happening, i think he figures out not to take things to heart but i don't think he bullies back. mostly because in his mind there's an off chance it'll hurt you.

bf!sapnap wasn't expecting you to bully him, but he's fine with it and bullies you right tf back. this includes but is not limited to the two of you; making fun of each other's cooking, pushing each other's off couches, making fun of george and dream together, making out to stop the other from insulting either one of you any further, and pushing each other's faces away in fake disgust when the other goes in for a kiss.

bf!george is so taken aback for the first like, two weeks. then he asks dream, and eventually sap and gets over it. george falls somewhere between dream and sap, where he'll bully you back, but not as often or as hard as sap does. usually you'll say something mean and he'll just go 'oh yeah?' and then move on. aside from that, i think he's pretty chill about it, BUT he WILL milk the bullying for views,, bc this is george we're talking about,,

[enwoso]

number one fan | alessia russo x gymnast!reader

this was inspired by my admiration for those who can do gymnastics! i may do a little blurb to go with this, maybe;)

also if the timeline of this doesn’t work then please pretend it does thanks xoxo

in which alessia becomes your number one fan at your first olympics.

face claim: georgia-mae fenton

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yourusername added to their story

yourusername

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yourusername finally an olympian! team final and AA final let’s go!

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user1 can’t wait to watch! i’ll be there cheering team gb on!!

user2 your an such an inspiration

alessia yes y/n! you’ve got this! so proud of you

-> yourusername thanks lessi, can’t wait to see you🙃

user3 alessia? what are you doing here😀

alicekinsella17 ayyy!!!

user4 so we just gonna ignore alessia russo being here? yeah, okay cool😎🆒

alessia

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alessia bonjour parís 🇫🇷🤸🏻‍♀️🏅

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user5 is she going to watch the olympics?

-> user6 she’s been at the gymnastics!

user7 you look so beautiful alessia!!

ellatoone interesting shirt?

-> alessia it’s pretty cool if you ask me😏

-> yourusername woah how’ve you got that?

user8 anyone wanna bet that the shirt is y/n?

-> user9 it is y/n’s!

user10 are alessia and y/n dating?

yourusername

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yourusername out and about and for once not in a leo😮

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user11 AHHH this is not a drill everyone

user12 i feel like im in a fever dream. alessia and y/n together.

alessia you always get my best angle don’t you…

-> yourusername always! a view with a view😉

user13 not them trying to soft launch as if we haven’t already known😃😅

user14 real question is whose name is on the back of that england shirt

-> user15 has to be russo

-> user16 got to be a russo shirt

-> yourusername beckham obviously:)

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yourusername wow! what an experience. so proud of the girls that i get to call my teammates we showed great team spirit against all the doubters. while it would have been great to come away with a medal, we still gave it are all and did our best. proud of us🤍

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user17 wow wish i was that good at gymnastics

user18 jealous of alessia tbh

ellatoone can you teach me how do them flips?

-> yourusername of course, can you do a forward roll..

-> ellatoone no idea probably🤷🏼‍♀️

teamgb well done y/n! everyone is so proud of you🇬🇧🤸🏻‍♂️

user19 your such an inspiration!!

alessia so proud of you baby

-> yourusername i love you so much❤️

alessia

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alessia proud girlfriend moment🥹

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user20 everyone act shocked!

-> user21 wait what there together?

user22 stop this is so sweet. alessia has literally been y/n biggest supporter.

yourusername your so cute lessi🥹

-> alessia forever will be your number one fan❤️

user23 the fact i saw the hug in real life

ellatoone absolute sap

-> alessia shush

-> ellatoone you’ve spent too long in the city of love it’s hypnotised you-

user24 now we need to see y/n in her wag era!

[azzibuckets]

Okay but can we get a blurb about Azzi being in Montana before her and she wakes up to P getting home and sliding into bed trying not to wake her

sappy and sleepy [pazzi]

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

a/n: anon i tried to incorporate as many of your requests as i could! thank you for this prompt it was super fun to write

word count: 1.2k

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As soon as her hand twisted the doorknob and the door creaked open, Azzi’s heart ached. She swore she could smell the lingering scent of Paige’s perfume, even though the rational part of her mind knew that Paige hadn’t stepped foot in the room for almost an entire year.

Although Paige hadn’t grown up in this room, her mom had it reserved for her when she came back during the summer, giving her daughter the liberty to decorate the space however she liked. And now Azzi appreciated it more than ever, because looking at the posters plastered with UConn greats and husky logos felt as familiar to her as home. Now only one thing was missing.

Azzi flopped on the bed, tired from the plane ride over. She cursed when she realized she’d forgotten her charger at home. Hopefully Paige had a spare one, she thought as she started rummaging through the drawers of her beside cabinet. As soon as she opened the first drawer, though, a polaroid fell out.

Azzi’s heart doubled in size when she flipped the polaroid over to find a photo of herself from the Minnesota state fair from two summers ago. In it, she was holding a cone of ice cream, chocolate sauce dripping all over her fingers. Tucked under her elbow was the stuffed animal that Paige insisted on winning for her every year (and Azzi never got tired of it). She had been smiling hard, her eyes crinkled as she stared past the camera. Shaking her head, Azzi snapped a photo of the polaroid.

💗: You’re such a sap

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bighead: ?? where did you find this.

💗: In your drawers

bighead: when did i give you permission to go through my things🤔🤔🤔

bighead: and im taking this as a sign you got home safe?

💗: You’re not distracting me from the fact that you creepily have photos of me all over your room

bighead: youre being so dramatic

bighead: and you can’t blame me

bighead: i always miss you so much

bighead: now you know what it’s like to be in montana all bored without ur gf

💗: Don’t say that. You have your family

bighead: you’re my family

💗: Tell me that when you put a ring on it

bighead: oh i will

Azzi bit her cheek, trying not to beam from Paige’s text. “Azzi! You ready for lunch, hon?” Amy’s voice called from downstairs. Azzi stuffed the polaroid back in the drawer and clambered down to the kitchen.

“Hey, Amy. Thank you again for letting me stay,” Azzi said, going in for another hug.

Amy airily waved her hand, leading Azzi to the dining table. “No worries at all. We‘ve got a lot of exciting stuff planned for this week. Mini golf tomorrow with the kids, then this new restaurant is opening up on Tuesday and I thought it would be a nice date night for you and Paige so I already made a reservation for the two of you!”

Amy continued talking excitedly about their stay at Montana, and Azzi appreciated it, she really did, but she was also exhausted from the plane ride and all she wanted to do was be in Paige’s arms after way too much time apart. The ESPYs photos that Paige had posted an hour ago didn’t help either. Her girlfriend had looked so damn good, her hair up in that style Azzi loved, and Azzi had spent more time than she was willing to admit staring at the photo, wanting to run her hands through that hair.

Later that night, Azzi put on Love and Basketball on her laptop as she got ready for bed. Paige couldn’t facetime because she was at a party, but Azzi still wanted a little piece of her girlfriend with her before she fell asleep, just a little something to make her dreams a little sweeter.

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💗: Heard you liked this movie??

bighead: you miss me SO much

💗: I do

bighead: then i got some good news ;)

💗: What

💗: Paige?

💗: Helloooo

💗: I’m not gonna repost your espys post.

bighead: oh hey i’m back😁

💗: You’re a fucking idiot

bighead: wait can you repost the second slide i look the best in that one

💗: Tell me the goddamn good news

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bighead: flight leaves in 1 hour!!

💗: Wait I thought you had a morning flight?

bighead: well the shoot tmr got canceled and i missed you too much so…..

💗: You’re wasting all your money booking these last minutes flights.

bighead: you dont gotta worry about me baby

💗: 🙄 Text me when you’re home and I’ll let you in

bighead: no don’t stay up baby i won’t home until like 3 am

💗: I wanna see you

bighead: $10 you’re gonna be crashed out

💗: I guess you’re gonna be spending all your money today then

••••••••••

“She’s asleep, isn’t she?”

Amy wrapped her daughter in a hug. “Don’t you dare wake her up.”

Paige shook her head. She was slightly disappointed she wouldn’t be able to talk to Azzi tonight, but she was glad the younger girl was getting her rest. She slipped into the room as quietly as she could, her heartbeat speeding up as soon as she saw the lump on the bed.

Kneeling down, Paige brushed her fingertips over the crease in Azzi’s forehead, trying to smooth over the worry lines. Azzi looked ethereal in her sleep, the moonlight from the window casting a glow over her face and illuminating the sharpness of her jaw and the pinkness of her lips. Paige pressed a light kiss on her cheek, trying to be as gentle as possible, but before she knew it, Azzi was stirring.

Her eyes slowly fluttered open. “Paige?” she groaned, hands going to rub her eyes.

Paige smiled guiltily. “Hi, baby,” she breathed out. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“No, it’s okay.” Azzi reached for Paige, still half asleep, and Paige sat at the edge of the bed and let her girlfriend nuzzle her face into her stomach.

Paige ran her fingers through Azzi’s hair, marveling at how she managed to smell so good all the time. “Is now a good time to say that you owe me $10?” she whispered.

“Shut up,” Azzi whined, her fingers jabbing at Paige’s ribs but failing to do much damage with her sluggishly lethargic movements.

Paige chuckled before brushing one last kiss against Azzi’s temple. “I’m gonna get ready for bed,” she said softly. “I’ll be right back.”

“No.” Azzi’s voice was surprisingly demanding considering how sleepy she was. “You woke me up, now you’re staying.”

Paige rolled her eyes. She hated the idea of getting into her sheets while in her dirty airport clothes, but once Azzi’s hands clutched tighter around her waist, she knew she was a goner. Sighing, she slipped under the covers with her girlfriend. Azzi happily burrowed herself in Paige’s chest, weaving her leg between the blonde’s. Her hand slipped up Paige’s shirt and rested there, palm on her abdomen, and Paige shivered at the bare contact.

“I really did try to stay up,” Azzi whispered, already falling asleep again.

“It’s okay. Go back to sleep, hm?” Paige tightened her hold around Azzi. The last two weeks had been ridiculously fun, getting to see Nika again, going to partnership events, and presenting at the ESPYs, but this was by far her favorite part - when she and Azzi were so tangled up, every part of their bodies interwoven, their limbs and hair and even the beating of their hearts connecting, it felt like they were breathing as one.

[solsential]

There She Goes [Remus Lupin x Reader]

wc: 332

Early morning blurb because I NEED to wake up next to him. ALSO, sorry this a repost, had issues with the other one and decided to just post it again!!

You began to stir first, his hand tightening around you almost instinctively as he let out a small and low hum. You turned your face to the side, to watch him as he slept. Your eyes tracing the scars etched onto his face, appreciating the soft and peaceful look on his face that is pressed against the pillow.

He began to stir not long after, but you cannot find it in you to look away as he woke up. “Good morning, creep” he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep but his lips curling up into a small smile as he teased you, even early in the morning.

“Good morning” your lips curve into a smile of your own, “Go back to sleep.”

“Hmm.” He rolls onto his back, dragging you along until your head is resting on top of his chest, his hand slipping underneath your sleeping shirt to rub your back gently, “I could, but I have a very lovely lady watching me.”

“Sap” A small laugh leaves your lips as you begin to sit up, his hand falling back to his side, “Don’t leave yet” He grumbles.

“Planning to stay in bed all day?” You sit at the edge of the bed, feet touching the ground. You look back at him, watching as he rubs the remnants of sleep out of his eyes, letting out a soft yawn.

“Well I’d love to, whatever we have to do can wait” He looks at you, his sleepy eyes protesting getting out of bed, “Come back or I’ll come after you”.

You’re almost convinced. However, you decide to toy with him a bit and get off the bed and walk to the bedroom door.

“You’ll have to catch me first.”

[gloomweed]

I was thinking about how Eddie seems like the type to randomly put one of his rings on you and I came up with this itty bitty little blurb.

wc: 313

Eddie gently holds your hand as he slips one of his rings onto your fingers. The ring is a little too big, but you enjoy the weight of it on your hand. It’s still warm from being on his hand all day. You smile at the gesture before you hold your hand out to admire the way it looks on you. The way you wiggle your fingers makes the light dance across the silver. You look at Eddie. “What do you think? Does it look good?”

He has a lazy smirk on his face as he takes in the scene before him. You’re dressed in pajamas on a cozy Saturday evening, illuminated by the warm light of the bedside lamp, wearing one of his rings. Eddie never thought he would be one of those boyfriends that like the idea of his partner wearing something of his, but here he was. Just something about you embracing a little piece of him made him feel fuzzy inside. “Of course it looks good. Everything looks good on you.” When you scoff at his corny words, he chuckles. “I’m serious. You could wear a trash bag to the Grammys, and still be the most beautiful one there.”

You can feel the heat rise to your cheeks from his compliment. You return your attention to the ring on your hand, spinning it around your finger as you glance at him from the corner of your eye. “You’re such a sap, you know that?”

Seeing the shy smile on your face, Eddie knows you don’t actually dislike what he’s saying. He leans closer to speak softly in your ear as he wraps his arms around you in a tight hug. “And luckily, I’m all yours, baby.” He punctuates his words with a kiss to your cheek. Hearing you giggle in his arms, he smiles wider.

“So lucky,” you agree.

[theemporium]

Hi!! For your mini Christmas blurb celebration could I request drinking cocoa with Quinn? 🥹❤️

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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“Laugh all you want, Hughes, but you’re gonna be eating your own words soon.”

Quinn pressed his lips together, raising his brows in amusement as you continued to work around the kitchen. “This all seems a bit excessive.” 

“It’s necessary,” you retorted. 

“It’s hot chocolate, baby,” Quinn pointed out. “You heat up some milk, add the powder and put some marshmallows in it. It’s not rocket science.” 

“Spoken like a man who has only ever drank mediocre hot chocolate,” you sniped back, turning to glance over your shoulder so he could see the way your lips were twitching with a small smile. 

The season was truly underway by the time December came around, which meant more often than not, Quinn was running on a tight routine like a robot of eat, sleep, practice, game day, repeat. December marked around the halfway point of the season, where it was starting to become more clear to teams where their chances stood at extending their season beyond April. 

And as captain, Quinn was under a whole new set of pressures to prove the previous season was not a one off fluke, that he could lead the team straight to playoffs and beyond. 

But Quinn knew his body and knew he could only help the team if he was at his very best, which was how he ended up with a rare maintenance day between practices and home games, allowing his body to rest and recover. 

And to enjoy some uninterrupted time with you. 

It was nothing monumental or grand, just a simple movie at home where Quinn could curl up with you on the couch and not have to set an alarm for a workout, practice or pregame nap. Or at least, he assumed it would be a lazy day on the couch until he offhandedly mentioned that hot chocolate would be perfect with the movie the two of you were watching. 

Because that led to a trip to the grocery store and Quinn leaning against the kitchen island as he watched you chop up more bars of chocolate than necessary, cartons of milk and cream and who-knew-what by the stove behind you. 

“I didn’t realise you were so particular about hot chocolate,” Quinn teased because, despite the interruption to the shared lazy day, it was oddly endearing to watch how seriously you were taking it.

“I’m about to blow your mind,” you told him, lifting your head to catch the way he was grinning at you. “You’re gonna walk back into practice tomorrow, a new man.” 

Quinn actually did laugh this time. “You’re insane.”

“And you still love me.” 

Quinn’s face softened as he rounded the counter. “Yeah, I do.”

You smiled as he wound his arms around your waist, tucking his chin against your shoulder. “Sap.”

“And you still love me,” Quinn repeated, squeezing you closer. “You love me enough to put extra marshmallows in my hot chocolate.” 

“Obviously, baby.”

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