#the paper hat!! 🥺

[iskotaa]

Seinfield Voice: It's a pirate that's a rat. A pi-rat!

[vase-of-lilies]

My Little Flower

❀ Grumpy!Bucky x Sunshine!Reader (F)

❀ Sexual Content, hand kink, fingering, fluff, loving sex 🥺, slightly jealous and possessive bucky, P in V sex, unprotected sex, daddy kink, some douche bag trying to flirt with the reader, (if there is anything else please let me know!)

❀ Request: just some primal, sensual love with Bucky 😍 “Beefy Bucky for da win 🤤” (yes I agree!) ❀ Trope: Grumpy!bf x Sunshine!Reader

❀ A/N: This was requested through my blurb link! Thank you to the amazing anon who gave me this request! THANK YOU! I NEEDED THIS! I hope you enjoy it!!

When Bucky first met you, it was in your flower shop. He hadn’t seen such beautiful flowers since his time in Brooklyn back in the 40s. And once he saw you, he knew he needed to buy some flowers for you, his charm coming back once again. Even in hiding, he wanted you and he would hope you wanted him as well. 

“Hello sir! How can I help you?” You ask the scowling man in front of you. He looked stunned at how happy you were, even in the presence of someone so… angry. Bucky couldn’t help but run his eyes over your bright yellow sweater and embroidered flowers on your jeans, a smile appearing on his face. 

“Uh, what is your favorite arrangement that you have done?” He asks abruptly, catching you off guard with the question. You move from behind the counter and go to the large fridge holding all of your ready-to-sell bouquets. You point to a chrysanthemum and chamomile arrangement and explain the meanings behind the flowers. 

“It’s my favorite because the yellow and pinks are just so bright, and it makes me happy.” 

Bucky sweeps a hair behind his ear and into his hat, looking at the delicate bouquet that you put together yourself. He gently grabbed the brown paper bag-wrapped arrangement and walks to the counter with you. You tell him the total and he gives you what you need and then some. He then goes completely out of his comfort zone. 

He musters up the courage and pushes himself, “Will you go on a date with me?” 

You tilt your head at the man, a smile on your face. “I would absolutely love to. I get off in an hour, is that ok?” He nods and waits at the coffee shop just down the street from your shop, the flowers in hand and a small smile on his face.

From that day forward, you and Bucky had gone out and gotten to know each other. He trusted you enough to open up to you, and you were there for him when he had night mares. When he woke up in a cold sweat each night, you were there to calm him down and hold him until he fell asleep again. 

He loved you, and he would never let you go.

When you came home from work, you seemed tense. Bucky could sense it when he met you at the door. “Are you alright, my flower?” You nod, but instantly sink into his arms when he wraps them around you. His scent of maple and brown sugar brought you comfort, and you knew that you were home. 

“A guy came into the store today, a-and he-” You felt sick inside as you recalled the day's memory. “He told me no one would ever want to have sex with me, a-and that I would be better off with him. I- I made him leave and locked him out of the store, b-but I can’t help but feel he might be right.” Bucky growled to himself at the sound of someone hurting you, but his eyes softened at the tears that pooled in yours. He pulled you to the couch and kneeled down in front of you. 

“Oh baby, that guy can go fuck himself. He doesn’t know who he’s talking about. You are so mesmerizing and I don’t know what I would do without you.” He pauses to grab your hands. “Let me show you how loved you are, and that you belong to me and only me.” He says in a low voice, his thumbs rubbing over the backs of your hands comfortingly. 

And boy, did he show you how loved you were. As you lay with your back against the headboard, Buckys thick fingers pump in and out of your soaking wet pussy. “Oh yeah baby, feel that? You feel how my fingers fit perfectly? No one else would be able to. Only me!” He growls possessively and you whimper in response. You reach for his other hand, his veins popping out as he flexes his fist in your hand. You bring his fingers to your mouth, and he smirks up at you. “You like my hand baby?” You nod shyly and smile around his fingers in your mouth. 

He smiles in return and removes his jeans and boxers. He pulls your ankles to shift you down the bed and he hovers over your body. He was just getting started… “Are you ready, my little flower? You want daddy to fuck you?” You nod desperately and you run your fingers through his shoulder length hair, pulling it from its bun. 

He moans as he pushes into you, and you bury your face in his neck. You cling to his broad shoulders and moan into his ear as you take his thick cock. “D-daddy, s-s-so big…” you whisper, making Bucky twitch inside of you. He lays you back down on the pillow and holds your hands above your head as he starts to move in and out of your wet hole. He squeezes your fingers and smiles as your face contorts into a face of pleasure. 

As he fucks you, he talks to you and it makes you so happy. “I may be a grump, but you make my life so much better… my god you’re perfect…” he groans as you squeeze his cock, and he knows that you’re close. “Come on baby flower, I can feel how close you are, come apart on my cock.” 

You listen to his command, instantly reaching your orgasm as moves his hand from yours to rub your clit. Your moans are like music to his ears and he nuzzles his nose against yours. His thrusts slow down and you reach down to hold his hips to yours, hinting you want him to cum inside of you. He looks at you just to make sure, and you nod. He thrusts one more time and his eyes close as his spend paints your cunt white. 

“Mmm, baby flower.. I love you so much.” He whispers, gently pressing his lips your nose first and then capturing your plump lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue pushing against you. You happily open up, and he pushes all the way in. He stays inside of you for a couple minutes, rolling you over so you are on top of his chiseled body. You lay on his chest and he kisses your sweat-covered forehead. 

“You’re perfect, and you’re mine… my little flower.” 

[grandlinedreams]

Hii I just found out about your blog today! I really like your writing 🤭 Can I request a straw hat reader and law trying to keep their relationship a secret but they failed. Then the reaction from both crews! Thank you!

Hi bb!! Thank-you, I'm honored!! 🥺💖 but oh absolutely!! I hope this is to your liking, bb! (Ig this is a little non-canon? indeterminate setting)

Palm up, you stare at the little square of white that inches across your skin at a steady pace. There are limits to vivre cards, you know that ㅡ but you can't help but silently will everything involved to move faster.

"You're not sneaky, you know." You whirl, finding Nami leaning against the doorway with an amused look on her face, arms folded across her chest.

"I don't know what you mean," you say warily, mentally kicking yourself for pulling the paper out without making sure you wouldn't be spotted with it, even as your fingers close around it protectively.

Nami's head tilts. "That secret candy stash," she says, "you're not very good at hiding it. You're just lucky that Luffy hasn't figured out where to look yet."

"Oh," you answer, trying not to sound too relieved that she doesn't mean the vivre card you've been watching for the last ten minutes. "Right. I'll have to move it around, then."

Nami studies you silently for a moment in which you're almost certain she knows, but then she pulls from the doorway with a sigh. "We're supposed to be meeting up with the Heart Pirates, so you might want to come out and join us before Luffy figures that something is up."

"Right behind you," you answer, waiting until she turns to put the vivre card away and moving to follow. Outside, you're just in time to watch the swell of waves break, exposing gleaming yellow metal.

"There they are!" Luffy crows excitedly from where he's perched atop his usual seat, waving to the Polar Tang despite the fact that nobody can see him yet.

"Remind me why we're still letting them hang around?" Zoro asks and you turn towards him, though Robin answers for you.

"Because it's important to keep good relations with our allies." She glances towards you. "You agree, don't you?"

You swear there's something in her gaze, a glint of amusement that runs deeper than watching you fumble to agree.

"Whatever," huffs Zoro. "Still think that guy's full of himself."

You bite your tongue, waiting until you're certain you won't say something you regret. "Luffy is our Captain, Zoro. If he trusts them, then we should too."

You feel a lot more than trust towards Trafalgar Law. But though it's gotten easier to keep those feelings under lock and key, it's still hard to not want to bounce forward and fling your arms around him the way Luffy does.

"Traffy!! Good to see you!"

"I've told you to stop calling me that, Strawhat," Law grouses, struggling to free himself from the rubber man's grip. "And get off me!"

Luffy seems far from upset by Law's greeting, cheerful grin still wide and bright as he lets go to offer the same greeting to Bepo, just a few feet behind his Captain.

You pretend not to notice when Law glances at you, your own attention pointedly fixed on some obscure point until you can't feel the weight of his gaze anymore. Only then do you lett yourself look back at him, fingers twitching at the memory of his vivre card on your palm.

ㅡ

Luffy's plan for the ally rendezvous ends up being to anchor both the Sunny and the Polar Tang at the back coast of a nearby island with the intent to keep either crew from being spotted and recognized. (It's more Law's idea, but all he does is roll his eyes when Luffy repeats it with much more enthusiasm.)

After that it's a blur of cooking food in the kitchen, platters laden down with piles of food and lowered down onto the beach, where a bonfire (small and carefully contained) is going at Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper's request.

"Is there a reason you're avoiding me?"

"I'm not avoiding you," you say from where you're picking up dry kindling for the bonfire. "Didn't we agree not to tell either of our crews we're together?"

"True," Law agrees as he approaches, "but I hardly think pretending that I don't exist at all is going to work either. They'll think you hate me."

"I think Zoro has that covered," you mumble. "But you know I don't hate you, Law."

"I do?" There's a hint of amusement in his tone, smirk tugging at his lips. He's teasing you, the jerk. "Could have fooled me."

You roll your eyes. "What if you're the one who hates me? Hm?"

He approaches, the height difference all the clearer for how he seems to tower over you, even as he leans down. "Hate is the furthest word from how I feel about you."

You've only shared a handful of kisses with Law and each time, you've been the one to initiate them. Perhaps a testament to how he's missed you, Law leans in, lips pressing against yours.

Your eyes close, and you're tempted to drop the bundle of wood in your hands in favor of curling them into his shirt ㅡ only to break apart at the same time as Law at the sound of your Captain's voice in tandem with Bepo's.

"Hey Traffy!! Where'd you go?"

"Captain? Captain!"

Law sighs. "So much for that," he says, pulling away from you completely and turning back in the direction that he'd come from. "Don't take too long coming back either, or they'll think you got eaten by a Sea King."

Watching his back, it's only then that you realize he's somehow eased the bundle of sticks from your grip and walked away with it ㅡ effectively leaving you with zero reason as to why you'd left in the first place.

"Jerk," you mutter, but you're smiling, bringing a hand up to trace your lips and the lingering warmth.

ㅡ

Sunset is a milky blend of reds and oranges, vibrant against the deep blue of the sea, inciting a deeper sense of contentment that makes you dig your feet into the sunwarmed sand.

"Comfortable?" Law seats himself beside you without preamble, the brush of his arm against yours intentional. You debate for a moment before you lean against him, gaze flicking upward to watch his lips curve into a softer smile when you rest your head on his shoulder.

"I am now," you mumble, let your eyes drift shut as you try to commit this to memory. "I wish we saw each other more."

There's a deeper meaning to it, a wholly selfish want for something more stable than what you have ㅡ going months at a time without sreing each other, vivre cards the only way of guaranteed safety. (It isn't safety, not really. Just the reassurance that the other is still alive.)

"I know." Law answers. "...every time I hear about whatever stunt you lot have pulled, I check your vivre card." Another deeper meaning, vulnerability where he usually can't afford it. "We could tell them, you know."

You snort. "Tell them what? 'Sorry, we've been dating behind your back for the last two years?'"

"You're dating Traffy?"

You feel Law tense under your head at Luffy's voice, and you turn to find him staring at the two of you.

Shit.

"Luffy, I, uhㅡ"

"Yes," Law cuts in, "we are." It startles you, how freely he's admitting to it now when he's the one who wanted to be so damn careful about it.

"Oh," Luffy says. And then he grins. "That's so cool! I mean, as long as you're not gonna steal [Name] and make them join you all the time."

You wonder if somewhere down the line, you've hit your head and entered a different dimension. Surely you have, for Law to be so blasé in admitting to your relationship and Luffy ㅡ well, that's on par for him.

Luffy takes it a step further, however, turning and cupping his hands around his mouth. "You guys!! Did you know Traffy and [Name] were dating?"

You flinch, Law's expression unreadable as there's an answering call ㅡ Shachi.

"No offense Captain, but we figured it out last year!"

"I thought they seemed awful chummy! Congrats, you two!" Nami.

And then Luffy is bounding off back to the others, and your shoulders slump. "Well, that was a lot of worry for nothing," you lament, though you reach for Law's hand, lacing your fingers before you stand, tugging him to his feet. "Come on, boyfriend. We have some explaining to do."

[fangisms]

rubbish and the weather

A/N: my first hp universe fic 🥺 i hope somebody enjoys this because i LOVE neville and i LOVE friends to lovers tropes

Pairings: Neville Longbottom x Fem!Reader

Summary: Neville is hiding two things from you: the chest under his bed and his affections for you. 1.5k words

Warnings: fluff, face kisses, friendly teasing/bullying, SICKENING pining, neville being borderline creepy but in a sweet way, cursing, friends to… lovers?

"'Some have begun to question whether or not the Sorting Hat even exists'. Oh, be serious, there's no way anyone would believe this rubbish"—you toss the flimsy tabloid to the foot of the bed, nearly pelting Neville with the busily patterned cover—"Now, if they'd asked, does the Sorting Hat actually sort... well, then I'd have to think about it."

"If you think it's rubbish, then why are you subscribed?"

He doesn't even have to glance up from his almanac to know you're glaring holes through his skull. And you don't have to see the other side of his skull to know that he's borderline laughing at you.

"Oh, and I'm sure what you're reading is much more enlightening. What is this?"—You snatch the thin booklet from his lap, illuminating the soft yellow cover under your suddenly glowing wand—"Last year's Farmers' Almanac?"

"Give me that—I'm trying to follow weather patterns to understand what crops might attract juvenile basilisks to common gardens in order to decrease slug attacks on spring harvests. Are you even listening?" he whines, smacking your calf with the booklet as you reach for a worn quill and a shred of parchment.

"Mhm! Baby basilisks, slug attacks, harvests, got it!" you coo, scribbling across the paper flattened against the headboard of his bed.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing, plant boy! Go back to reading."

"Actually, I prefer plantsman, thank you very much."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, plant boy."

He turns his back to you again, sitting criss-cross on the edge of the bed, hunched over as he scans the pages for keywords and uncommon patterns.

You shift across the bed, draping one arm over Neville's shoulder and dropping the slip of paper into his lap. Your head rests on his other shoulder while he picks at the edges of the piece and ignores the fire in his face.

"For me?" he says, holding it in his palms like it could rip at any second. Like he'll blink and it'll turn to shreds in his fingers.

"It's your little basilisk"—you run your fingertip along the bottom corner where a tiny, overly worried snake sits looking up at a gigantic slug with sharp teeth that towers over him and his tomato plant—"I don't know how he's going to defend his crops this spring."

You blow a puff of air against the back of his neck, chuckling when he startles and slips the comic into the breast pocket of his pajamas.

"So you were listening after all," he teases, turning over his shoulder to find you splayed out across the bed, face buried in his pillows, arms outstretched like you're reaching for something. He wants to reach back. He wants this kind of view for the rest of his life, if only from afar.

You mumble something into the fluff and shriek when he grabs for your ankle.

"Can't hear all your whining through the bedding."

When you look at him, he thinks he could die. Your eyes sparkle in the dim and awfully warm lightning. If he's lucky, you'll brush off all of his feverish blushing as some sort of medical condition. But he's never been very lucky which is why he reaches for the back of his neck when you grin and roll over.

"I wasn't whining, I was saying—"

Light floods the room as the door flaps open to a few familiar faces that look like they've seen a ghost. You spring out of Neville's bed and gather your supplies. He feels a buzzing in his palms that begs him to beg you to stay. But it's against the rules. Even more so than your presence alone in the boys' dorms.

"I guess that's my cue to leave," you chirp, saluting to the quartet of boys shuffling through the doorway with wide eyes and shy smiles.

"Goodnight, Neville."

You kiss his cheek, patting his shoulder and flitting back through the door with one last wave. Neville sighs and tosses his almanac aside, swinging his legs off the side of the bed before he hears a chorus of high-pitched teasing:

"Goodnight, Neville! I love you, Neville!" Not to mention the kissing sounds and squeaky sighs from the group of Gryffindor imbeciles.

He would never admit it out loud, but even imagining you professing your love for him gives him butterflies. His heart races at the thought of your voice wrapped around the sweet words, your lips forming the dewy syllables just right. But he rolls his eyes and groans, settling across his mattress and forgetting the drawing in his pocket.

...

You'd been wandering around the boys' dormitories in your house sweater, humming the song that played in the pub down the road. Usually you invade Neville's space to study or catch up on tabloids, but tonight you're restless. His quill is flicking away at a sheet of classwork he forgot about until the last minute.

As you press your fingertips to each quilt stitch and dresser decoration, you notice a piece of metal gleaming at you from underneath his bed. A sharp corner protrudes from the edge; it belongs to a small brown leather chest buckled in brass and blooming with rust.

"What's this?" you coo, holding the chest across both of your palms, nudging his calf with your foot and grinning mischievously down at him. And he looks genuinely scared. Pale as a ghost and scrambling after you as you take off across the room with elated giggles and chirps.

"No—no! Give that back, it's personal!" he whines, panting as you bound over one of the beds and curl your arms around the box.

"What's yours is mine, Longbottom! Come on, whatever it is can't be that bad—"

He grabs the back of your sweater like the scruff of a puppy, dragging you backwards and knocking you off kilter. He nearly catches the chest with his hands, but you duck out of reach and jump onto his bed before he can get to you again.

"Tell me, what on Earth could Neville Longbottom be hiding—"

His heart stops when you flick open the latch and toss the lid wide. Then your smile falls.

You finger over the contents of the chest, scraps of parchment and ink fill it to its brim. They nearly spill over the edges when you plop down onto his mattress with the chest in your lap.

Your mouth opens and closes with revelation and awe. Each page is one of your spontaneously dorky animations. Spiky creatures and demon garden spawn and caricatures of Professor Snape litter the pile. They're all drawings you remember, each connects to a moment between the two of you.

Neville takes a deep breath and doesn't dare step closer, "It's not what it looks like—"

"You kept them?" you whisper, looking up at him in shock, "All of them?"

You're still flipping through the stack when he shrugs with a worrisome smile.

"...Yes."

You pause. You pause and take a sharp breath in because he's never sounded so sure in a word. You do a double take at one of the sketches. He sits on the edge of the bed, wringing his hands and glancing over at you anxiously.

"Neville"—and here it comes, he thinks, creepy, perverted, obsessive, and those sorts of things. And you wouldn't be wrong. But then he thinks he might be wrong. Because you set the box aside and spring toward him like a goddamn panther, landing him flat on the floor with a groan.

"That's adorable!

Your wet lips find his cheek and the rest of his face, hands wound into the collar of his sleep shirt as you leer down at him with a grin.

"I didn't think anyone paid attention to those stupid things."

"Well. I do," he huffs.

"I can see that, you sicko!" you shriek, "You better thank your lucky stars I'm so nice. Any other girl would've sent you right to Snape for being so perverted and creepy."

Called it.

"That's why I did it to you, not some other girl."

He doesn't know what to do with his hands, and you go shy thinking you might've crossed a line. Maybe you got too excited, flew too close to the sun, lips too close to his own. But the closeness had felt nice, and you want to make him blush like that forever.

"So you're saying it's not because I'm the prettiest girl at Hogwarts."

And you bat your lashes, pouting and leaving him weak in the knees. With your palms on his chest and you leaning closer, he's tempted to admit he's taken with you. To admit he's loved you since first year. To admit you are the prettiest girl at Hogwarts and in London and the rest of Europe. Forget the world, you're his.

"I never said that," Neville mumbles. It’s the closest he'll ever get to a real confession. At least this year.

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[archangeldyke-all]

With the holidays around the corner can we get a ‘Christmas with sevika’?🥺I feel like she’d be the type to get really into decorating and making cookies and such🎄

anon idk if you've seen the arcane promo christmas art where sevika's grumpily wearing a paper crown in the background... but it's the cutest thing ever.

men and minors dni

until she meets you, sevika doesn't care about christmas.

but during your first christmas together, she has a change of heart.

she comes home from work one day to the apartment fully decorated, the smell of cookies in the oven, and the sight of you dancing around in a santa hat to chirstmas music as you string lights around the tree in the living room.

she thinks it's ridiculous, but she doesn't protest when you pull an elf cap around her ears and dangle mistletoe over your heads, kissing her hello.

she spends that first christmas slowly losing her grinch tendencies.

how could she be grumpy about the crazy holiday traffic when you're singing along to christmas carols in the passeger seat beside her? or when you're pressing a mug of hot chocolate (spiked with her favorite whiskey) in her hands? or making a new batch of cookies once a day, sending her off to work with a dozen to share with her co-workers? (she never shares btw-- your cookies are way too good for her to give 'em away.)

when the next year rolls around, sevika's actually a little excited for christmas.

she's missed the mistle toe hanging from the ceiling in your apartment. sure, she can kiss you whenever she wants, but she likes the tradition, likes pulling you under the little sprig and pointing up, watching the flustered smile that spreads across your lips when you realize what she's done.

she's missed the twinkling christmas lights, the gentle way they illuminate the dark apartment as the days get shorter and shorter.

she's especially missed your cookies.

you're surprised when she helps you decorate, but you don't say anything. you simply watch in adoration as she reaches up to place the star on top of the tree, licking your lips when her waist is exposed from her top riding up as she stretches.

she even starts buying her own decor to add to the apartment-- snowman themed blankets for the couch, those sticky clingy things for the window, a 'mrs. clause' lingerie set for you...

by the time you guys are married-- sevika's more into christmas than you are.

she goes all out decorating your front yard. lights lining your roof, blowup characters in the yard, ornaments on all your shrubs and bushes-- your house is The House of the neighborhood.

she buys three trees each year, one for the living room, one for the bedroom, one for her home office.

the only thing she doesn't do is bake cookies. she refuses to even try. claims that they won't be as good, because they 'won't have your love in 'em, babe.'

she lovessss the claymation christmas movies from back in the day. will have one playing at all times.

and in the month of december, she's always sure to carry around a sprig of mistletoe in her back pocket, so she can sneak attack you with kisses at any moment.

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@lesbeaniegreenie @fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @ellabslut @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner @shimtarofstupidity @love-sugarr @chuucanchuucan @222danielaa

[pahtoosh]

In one of your lates work lee said she is a brat.. can I request something based on this?

Like when she gets upset that HE her DADDY called her something mean . How does he earn her trust and forgiveness back? 🥺

airhead

[image ID: a gif of lee bodecker frowning by tumblr user UnEarthlyDust. /.end ID]

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18+

wc: ~1200 words

warnings: name-calling, lee gets very mad in this, apologies and tears with one reallyyy long hug. gets a little preachy at the end which i normally don’t vibe with but it felt appropriate for this au

a/n: i cannot even BEGIN to tell you how excited i was when i read this request! i tried writing it immediately but the story got away from me several times🤭 anyway today i managed to stay on track! woo! thank you so much, lovely anon. i hope you like this one🫶

pairing: lee bodecker x gn!little!reader

summary: lee takes his frustrations out on you and accidentally calls you something mean

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“And look! Now Bingo Bunny has a hat to match his brown pants.”

“That’s nice, sweetheart-“

“Oh! I forgot his brown glasses too!” You ran back to your room to pick up yet another tiny accessory to show Lee. Ever since he got home an hour ago, you were running back and forth between his office and your room to show him your new treasures. Each toy had a story that reminded you of another toy which also had a story that connected to a totally different toy.

Lee sighed. He’d seen your entire toy collection by now. This little show-and-tell had started with the toys you bought by yourself today and devolved into a near encyclopedia of your entire collection.

Lee wanted to indulge your need for attention, but he needed to make one last phone call before he was officially done with work for today. Lee found he could never truly relax if he knew he had something to do or somewhere to be.

“I got the glasses! Look at Bingo, Daddy!” You held the bunny out and made him do a little dance.

“He’s lookin’ sharp, sugar.” He beckoned you over and leaned a little closer, then began to speak as if he were telling you a secret. You stopped buzzing for a moment to give Lee all of your focus, he knew just how to excite you and get your attention.

“Why don’t cha make a few more outfits for Bingo and do a fashion show for me later, yeah? Spend a long time on ‘em now. Make sure they’re perfect.”

“Okay, Daddy!” You left your daddy’s office once again, unaware that he was just trying to distract you.

Lee took advantage of this moment to swiftly lock his door and make the phone call. The sooner he could get this over with, the sooner he could be a proper daddy to you.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

What was supposed to be a ten minute call ended up getting to forty minutes. Lee and Deputy O’Connolly were trying to review the security plan for the county fair, but they kept running into issues. Lee was nearing the end of his rope.

“What kinda idiot put Burke and Smith on entrance security? Those two ain’t nothin’ but trouble. Put ‘em together and add the pretty girls entering the fair into the mix and the line’ll grow ‘till it’s near half a mile!”

“I tell ya, this is the last time I trust anyone else to do shift assignments,” Lee groaned.

The two men continued talking as they made edits to their respective paper copies of the security plan. Then, Lee heard your little hand trying to wiggle open his office door.

“Hold on a second.” Lee covered the receiver and shouted to you, “I’m a bit busy right now!”

You shouted a response, but your voice didn’t project as well as Lee’s and it was muffled by the door.

“I’ll be out later, bunny! Just give me ten more minutes!” Lee thought that was the end of it, but you continued shaking the doorknob and started trying to push the door in.

“For the love of- I’ll call ya back later, Deputy.” Lee hung up the phone and stomped to the door, opening it with a huff.

You were still leaning on the door, but you managed to find your footing after the wood abruptly slipped away from you.

“Oh! Daddy, hi!”

“What is it? Is there a fire?”

“I got Bingo all dressed up! Come look!” You tried pulling Lee’s hand so he’d follow you, but he stayed rooted in his spot.

“Not now, bunny. Daddy’s on a very important phone call.”

“But you said-“

“Well now I’m sayin’ ‘not now’, aren’t I? You know the rules. Ya can’t interrupt Daddy at work unless it’s an emergency and ya sure as hell can’t go around trying to break down every door that stands in your way!”

“I just wanted to show you my Bingo,” you said quietly.

“And I’ll look at him later, but right now I’ve gotta explain to Deputy O’Connolly why I hung up on him ‘cause you’re too much of a damn airhead to know what a locked door means!”

You froze in front of Lee, too stunned to react.

He closed his eyes and ran a hand over his face. “Shit. Baby, I-“

Before Lee could continue, a whimper made its way out of your mouth, breaking you out of your trance and allowing you to run away.

Your daddy watched as you sped into your room and shut the door. He felt pathetic for taking his anger out on his baby. The sheriff wasn’t used to the feeling of white-hot anger and shame rolled into one. These weren’t the actions of the man he prided himself on being.

Lee took a few deep breaths before trying to open your door. You’d taken a page out of his book and locked it this time. You didn’t usually do this. Even when you were upset, you’d leave it unlocked, not even thinking to keep Lee out.

“Bunny, please open the door. Daddy wants to say somethin’ to ya.” Lee leaned his head on the door.

“Daddy gonna say somefin mean ‘gain!” you sobbed.

“No I’m not, I wanna apologize to ya.” Lee sighed. “I’m gonna get the key to your door okay? I need you to hear this.”

“No! No! Don’t wanna hear anything! Just leave me alone!”

Lee’s heart broke at the realization that he had lost your trust. He was your daddy. He was supposed to love you unconditionally and protect you from people who said mean things: people like him.

A tear slid down Lee’s cheek. “Baby, I’m sorry,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “Daddy’s so fuckin’ sorry he said those mean things to ya. You’re not an airhead. You’re my smart, sweet, beautiful baby. I don’t deserve a perfect little thing like ya.”

Lee leaned against the wall. He was willing to wait as long as it took for you to let him in. To his surprise, not a minute later were you bursting through the door and wrapping your arms around him.

“Hey there, bunny. There’s my sweet baby,” Lee cooed.

You were still crying as you clung onto him. Lee continued soothing you with his words and touch.

“I know, I know.”

“Daddy’s so sorry, baby.”

When the last sobs left your body, Lee apologized again. It wasn’t perfect. Lee was never great with words. But it was soft and real. A gentle whisper in your ear while he hugged you so tight that you felt his tummy rumble with each passing syllable.

“I forgive you, Daddy.”

“You don’t have to, bunny. Daddy was awful to ya. Give me some time to make things right.”

You shook your head against his chest. “I forgive you,” you repeated, stubbornly.

Lee was at a loss for words. How could he ever repay your love? He settled for kissing your forehead and lingering for a moment. He thought about how lucky he was to have you and, for the first time in a while, Lee prayed. He prayed to someone, anyone, that he’d be able to make this up to you.

[forgottendolly]

Things I loved in Station Theatre’s RTC because I can’t stop thinking about it and I don’t think I ever will😔😔 (in no particular order whatsoever😇🙏)

- JANES REACTIONS TO HER BIRTHDAY SONG

- Virgil the rat chewing the power cable and his little ears and head just bobbed 😭😭

- JANES PIGTAILS

- The whole pre jawbreaker monologue (yes, I cried… sobbed more accurately)

- Mischa blowing a party blower at Jane and her getting scared x2

- Constance’s cotton Candy earrings 😞💗 I need them for myself!!!!!

- Ocean and Constance doing their little “improv” skit was done so perfectly I laughed so hard 💀

- Jane running and hugging Ocean during her “i love you guys” speech and just not letting her go LIKE FULL ON HOLDING ONTO HER AND DRAGGING ALONG AS OCEAN BACKED AWAY

- CONSTANCE RECORDER SOLO SLAYED I THINK I BURST MY LUNG SCREAMING

- Ricky and Jane ARE REAL

- Ricky coming out in all black with his head down at the start and half doing the choreo

- Noel laughing when Karnak tells Ocean that the person who wins will be decided by a unanimous vote

- Jane saying “for me? 🥺” when Constance offers her the hello Kitty cupcake

- Her proceeding to squish said cupcake in her hand and try to eat the paper decoration on top leading to the others having to stop her

- Mischa offering Jane a sip of vodka and she drinks like half the bottle 💀💀

- Jane making her doll dance

- NOEL APPLYING LIPSTICK BY A MIRROR HELD UP BY JANE (ICONIC ALONG WITH THE STAINED CIGARETTE)

- SBM COSTUME CHANGEEE 2012 FLASHBACKS

- Ricky teaching Jane how to ballroom dance after TNBS

- RICKY SLAYING THE ACCORDIANN

- Janes headless pose at the start and end of the show

- Janes little neck ribbon

- “Do you want to know what I find really super hurts?” DEATH STARE

- Mischa throwing money into the audience (yes I kept one sorry not sorry)

- Jane picking up two of the pieces of money and handing them to people in the audience

- someone getting picked up and spun around more than once??? YES. You heard me, more than once. I almost got knocked out by Janes shoe and honestly would have thanked her

- Monique ate the whole time

- Seriously OBSESSED with Noel’s Lament

- Spacedolls I repeat SPACEDOLLS

- Janes little bottom eyelashes

- Oceans cute little hair bow I LOVER HERR

- Mischa flipping everyone and everything off every 3 seconds

- Jane trying to bring Ricky with her to the other side

- Jane giving Ricky her doll before she leaves to the other side

- The group going over to hug Mischa after Talia, including Constance Jane and ofc Noel

- Ricky ASL 💗💗💗💗

- Clip on earrings (ifykyk)

- JANE GETTING THE HAT

- Penny lamb life compilation (I was in tears) AND THEN WITH THE BEAUTIFUL ITS NOT A GAME VOCALS?!! HEART SHATTERED!

- Having to hold back Jane from biting ocean after the “and she’s a freaky monster” line

- Noel saying hello to Jane and Jane moving her little dolls arm say hi back

- The ropes they used to make Jane look like a marionette doll during TBOJD

- Constance bring the puppet master during TBOJD

- The headless doll being on the side of the wall and the kid sitting next to me pointing it out cause my blind ass didn’t see it at first

- Talia skirts 💗💗

- The way Jane goes limp after her introduction song

- FORNICATION… UNDER CONSENT OF THE KINGGGG!!!! *holding long ass sword above her head*

[katiefratie]

Adaine and Boggys minis have the paper hats on I could cry 🥺🥺🥺

[ptersparkers]

I'd love to see Aaron visiting his pre-school teacher girlfriend. I've got a kiddo at work hat literally melts in my arms when mom drops her off with me. Would love to see his response to such a thing. If I could request her being plus size! 🥺💖

hi hi - currently thinking about aaron with a daughter and my heart is melting. also i feel like i write my fics with little to no physical body descriptions (except shorter than aaron bc im short as hell and im kinda into the height difference) -- and i didn’t know exactly how you wanted me to write so i didn’t really lean into anyone’s insecurities, as some fics do, just bc i want to be inclusive since all bodies types are very beautiful. 

HOWEVER! may this blurb and all my future writing be something you can relate to.

fem!reader for those wondering <3

***

It’s one in the afternoon on a sunny Friday when Aaron picks you up from work.

It’s a half day, meaning you get off of work earlier and the kiddos in your class are more energetic than the rest of the week because they know they’re going home early. Your classroom is as colorful as ever, the walls lined with number and alphabet charts, science posters framing the doorway, and art projects from your students hang above their cubbies where their backpacks are stores.

You walk around the room with your hands clasped behind your back and observe as the children tidy their desks, four of which face each other. A few students have to be told to slow down when they start to run because they’re holding colored pencils. Others follow your instructions while a few choose to talk amongst themselves instead of cleaning up.

It’s when they’re reminded their parents are likely waiting outside do the students hurry to clean their spaces. You walk around, one by one, giving each student a high-five when they’ve tucked their papers in their desk’s storage and when their notebooks and other materials are neat and organized. Each student automatically begins to grab their belongings and file in a single line against the wall by the door when you’ve dismissed them from their desk with appraisal for their neatness.

When your students are lined and eager to leave with their hands gripping the straps of their backpacks, you can’t help but smile at the group of children. You swing the door open and remind everyone to walk at an orderly fashion and watch as they exit the front doors into the front area of the building where other teaching aids are waiting.

The kids disperse when they see their parents and you watch from behind as their parents check in with the teaching aids before they go. It’s always amusing to you to witness their little legs climb into their booster seats.

Mary, your longest friend at this school who teaches the third grade, stands next to you.

“Up to anything fun this weekend?” she asks, bumping your cardigan-clad shoulders.

“I’m having a quiet weekend in with my boyfriend and his son,” you say with a grin.

“Ah, the mysterious boyfriend,” Mary says with a laugh.

Aaron’s been a bit of a mystery to your friends at work—always aloof and has never been to teacher-student functions because of his work schedule. You see him quite often given the circumstances but some people think you might be making him up for an excuse to stay at home. Mary’s the only person who’s met Aaron before, but she likes to pretend that your boyfriend is just a figment of your imagination to watch you squirm.

“You’ve met him before, dummy,” you say with a laugh. “Although I’m sure Laura probably thinks I’m making him up.”

“Or she thinks he’s an absolute troll of a guy,” Mary snorts. “It’s no secret that she’s pissed at you for receiving the ‘Teacher of the Year’ award this quarter.”

“She should bring it up with the district, not me,” you say, dusting off your shoulders for dramatic effect. “It feels like she’s had it out for me since day one.”

“Laura has a stick up her ass,” Mary whispers into your ear, which causes you to burst out into a fit of giggles. “Uh oh, the Wicked Witch is here.”

Laura’s on the other end of the pick-up area and you angle yourself so that you’re not facing her. You get a text from Aaron at the same time saying that he’s parked and walking towards the school. You grin at your phone and Mary snickers.

“Shush,” you mutter, knowing you have a lovesick grin on your face.

You spot Aaron across the street, donned in a dark grey suit and expensive shoes and tie to match. His hair flows perfectly in the cool breeze and his strides are long and confident as he crosses the road.

Aaron spots you easily and you keep yourself from sprinting into his arms. Careful to keep it professional at your place of work, Aaron presses a kiss to your cheek and embraces you for a short while, but it’s enough to inhale his cologne.

“Missed you,” Aaron says.

“Good day at work?” you ask.

“Actually yeah, everything went surprisingly well with no hiccups.” Aaron turns his attention to your friend. “Hi Mary, it’s nice to see you again.”

“Hey Aaron,” Mary greets with a wave. “Long time no see.”

Avery, one of your students, politely taps your hip to get your attention.

“What’s wrong, honey?” you asked.

“Can I wait with you?” Avery asks. “Mommy’s late today.”

“Of course, Avery.” You grab her hand when tears start to threaten to spill from her eyes—Avery’s mom works a bit farther than the rest of the parents and it isn’t unusual for her to be a few minutes late to pick her daughter up. But for a child, it feels like eternity.

“Did you like our lesson today?” you ask, bending down to her level while keeping your hands together.

“I really liked learning about dinosaurs!” Avery exclaims as if her worries were never there to begin with.

Aaron’s watching you from beside Mary, an adorning look plastered across his face. He’s too caught up in his fantasies about creating a family with you; Jack’s warmed up to you in the few years you’ve been dating Aaron, but he can’t help but wonder what you’d be like as a mother of your own.

You’re able to get Avery to talk about her interests to keep her from thinking about anything else. She obliges and you squat with a grin as she becomes animated with her storytelling. He makes small talk with Mary, who can clearly see how smitten he is with you, but he doesn’t think he cares too much.

“You guys would make cute kids,” Mary says to Aaron with a nudge.

“Mary,” he warns playfully.

“What good is a friend if not to meddle?” she chides before excusing herself to assist other students.

Avery’s mom arrives a few short minutes after Mary leaves and Aaron watches you greet her mother and send the girl on her way home. He watches with his hands in his pocket and accompanies you back to the classroom once your students have left the school grounds.

Aaron knows he wants kids with you. He just needs to ask you to be his wife first.

[neonganymede]

Fyolai with 6 or 17 maybe? Perhaps? Please? Pretty please? 🥺👉👈

Aahh, thank you for the request, dear anon! And you even said please <3 for such a polite anon, how could I not use both prompts~? Hope you enjoy!

6. A Kiss that was Regretted

17. A Kiss on the Cheek

“It’s quiz time!” Nikolai exclaimed as he burst into Fyodor’s office. He twirled on the spot, braid and cape fluttering behind him like a set of misshapen wings, and came to a stop right in front of his dear Fedya. With a grand flourish of his hat, he peered close to his darling and posed today’s riveting question.

“Can you guess what I’m thinking? No? Boo-hoo! But never fear, dear Fedya, for I will tell you the correct answer! I think I deserve a special reward!”

“Oh?” Fyodor didn’t even glance at him, his voice distant and dismissive as he looked over the report in his hand.

Nikolai didn’t care, didn’t let the lack of enthusiasm deter him one bit! He merely returned his hat to the top of his head and then swayed back and forth, carrying on the conversation as if he had Fyodor’s undivided attention.

He knew that his Fedya was merciful, understanding. As soon as he heard Nikolai’s clear and concise reasoning, he would certainly agree that this most valuable of rewards belonged to him!

“Absolutely! Don’t you think I deserve the most special reward for a job well done?”

“A job that you have not done yet,” Fyodor reminded, sounding both fond and annoyed at Nikolai’s persistence. “Why should you get a reward beforehand?”

Oh, and wasn’t Fyodor so smart? So cunning? Nikolai couldn’t slip anything by him, and wasn’t that just fantastic? A burst of glee bubbled its way through Nikolai’s veins, and were his wings not so sufficiently snipped by the very man sitting before him, Nikolai was certain he would have shot through the roof like a misfired bullet.

Of course, Fyodor had to know the perfect reason why Nikolai should have his reward now. If all went according to plan, then Nikolai’s very important task would result in his delightfully gruesome demise! Obviously he should get his reward now!

But Nikolai couldn’t give Fyodor an obvious answer! No, no, Fyodor deserved to hear a different reason! One that Nikolai had come up with all by himself without taking his supposedly imminent death into consideration.

“Why, as an incentive, of course! I’ll work so much better after I’ve been given my very special reward!”

“Is that so?” Fyodor finally set down his papers to fully regard Nikolai, his amethyst eyes glittering with deadly interest. “I would think that this very special reward would only cause you to slack off, and that would leave me very disappointed. Do you swear to still complete the job you have been assigned if I agree to pay you in advance?”

“I do, I do!” Nikolai promised with a rapid nod. He shuffled in place excitedly, his coat dangling from between his clasped hands. “I promise I’ll do such a good job in exchange for my super special, super secret reward!”

“Very well,” Fyodor agreed, far too calm for the way his words made Nikolai’s heart soar. It beat against his chest, trapped inside by his ribcage, and Nikolai thought that was such a shame! He would have died to see Fyodor’s face had his heart exploded out of him to present itself to the only person who would ever truly understand it.

“Would you now like to tell me exactly what it is you are expecting as a super special reward?”

Snickering, Nikolai kept wiggling, unable to stop moving now that he had Fyodor’s agreement. “A kiss!”

Fyodor lifted an eyebrow, his surprise almost hidden well behind carefully crafted indifference. “A kiss?”

“Yes!” Nikolai cheered, practically squirming with glee. “I want a kiss! Riiight here!”

Fyodor’s eyes followed him as he pointed to the side of his face. For emphasis, he gave his cheek a few pokes, the skin tight around his unbidden smile. He watched Fyodor for a reaction, waiting, and when he didn’t receive one, Nikolai feared that he had asked for too much.

A kiss on the cheek? What had Nikolai been thinking? He should have sooner asked for the world than something so dear, so precious!

But then Fyodor’s expression shifted, some of its sharpness softening into graceful amusement. He stood up to eliminate the scant space between them, and Nikolai struggled to hold himself still, to behave while Fedya calmly approached. One pale hand reached upward to catch Nikolai’s chin, his slim fingers littered with healing bites that tickled Nikolai’s skin.

“For what I am asking you to do,” Fyodor began as he rose up to place a firm kiss to Nikolai’s left cheek, “I believe you deserve two kisses.” Then he angled Nikolai’s face to kiss his right cheek as well, lingering there long enough for Nikolai to miss the heat of his breath once he’d stepped away.

“There. Is this reward sufficient enough?” Fyodor asked, sounding pleased with himself. He smiled, hair sweeping along his shoulder as he tilted his head to regard Nikolai with something akin to nonchalance. As if he hadn’t offered more than Nikolai would have ever dreamed of requesting.

As if he hadn’t pulled the chains around Nikolai’s wings tighter.

Nikolai could hardly move, hardly breathe. His chest ached, his heart still desperately trying to claw its way to freedom while the remarkable man in front of him pocketed the key to his enclosure with nothing more than an easy smile and a couple of kisses. He loathed this cage, longed to be free from the shackles of this unholy obsession, but…

Why peck so eagerly at this gracious hand? Why not bid his time, rest his wings until the perfect moment to shatter the shell of his attachment and be born anew?

“It is.”

And he meant it, for a moment. Those two kisses would be enough.

He meant it when he bid his Fedya farewell for what should have been the last time. He meant it when he stepped up to play his role in the Decay of Angels’ grandest scheme of all. He meant it when he deviated from the plan, when his devastating death scene ended in a thrilling plot twist that not even Fedya would have expected.

Those kisses would be enough for him.

And yet—

Standing in front of the burning wreckage that should have been Fyodor’s getaway, Nikolai wished. He lifted Fyodor’s hand to his cheek, pressed lifeless fingers to the same spot where he’d once been kissed, and he wished. His lips parted to sing a song of agony and confusion, the regretful cry of a caged bird unable to free itself from its metal prison, and he wished—

Wished that he’d been selfish enough to ask for a proper kiss.

[starsurface]

Hello!! I saw your regressor MK11 Lord Raiden headcanons and I loved them so much! I was curious if I could request if you have any more headcanons of him especially with Fujin ! If not totally cool! Love your work so much, have an amazing day/night !! - ⛈

Hello!! Why of course you can!! I love these two!!

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Fujin w/ Regressor Raiden Hcs

⛈️ It was through Fujin that Raiden discovered age regression

☁️ His brother desperately wanted him to try it out, and Raiden ended up really liked regression

⛈️ Fujin is Raiden's go to person for when he's small

☁️ He can't trust many people in the world, but he can always rely on his brother

⛈️ He's also too nervous to go to others sometimes (maybe except Liu Kang and Kung Lao)

☁️ While Fujin adores watching his brother, he's also highly encouraging of Raiden allowing babysitters or playdates

⛈️ (^ Most times when Raiden's being babysat, Fujin has to stay in the room or Raiden is clinging onto him, he gets better over time)

☁️ (^ Most playdates are also a tiny Raiden clinging to Fujin, also Fujin's more active in trying to get him to be more engaging with the other little)

⛈️ Now, if both Storm Brothers are regressed?

☁️ . . . Without a caregiver, all hells break loose

⛈️ Fujin's main nicknames are Fu Fu and Bubba

☁️ Raiden's main nicknames are Kiddo, Baby Brother, Brother, Little Guy, and whatever new nickname Fujin learnt from Earthrealm

⛈️ Fujin once called a tiny Raiden ‘Pookie’ and Raiden sat there for a good ten minutes trying to figure out what that meant

☁️ Fujin likes to call Raiden his ‘Baby Brother’ and Raiden will grt all fussy because technically he’s older

⛈️ Fujin will just pat his head and tell him that no, he isn't, he's a baby right now

☁️ It makes Raiden melt every time and hide his face in his blankie or hat

⛈️ Fujin is one of the few people that can carry Raiden with little to no struggle (poor Johnny <3)

☁️ And Raiden Eats. This. Up.

⛈️ Well, he's actually really shy asking for uppies, but Fujin knows how to read his brother incredibly well

☁️ He'll carry Raiden around the gardens or around one of their rooms

⛈️ Sometimes he'll just hold a tiny Raiden on his hip and just sway side to side (Raiden really likes it)

☁️ Fujin is highly encouraging of having outside time when Raiden's small

⛈️ Raiden doesn't mind, but he doesn't really like games like tag or running around activities (he's old old, leave him alone :(

☁️ Fujin doesn't mind, especially since that means that he can plan little picnics with Raiden!!! :D

⛈️ Sometimes Fujin will encourage Raiden to use his kite

☁️ The first time they used it, Raiden threw it up and it landed on the ground because there was no wind and he didn't want to run (he knew what he was doing, cheeky)

⛈️ Don't worry, Fujin is more than happy to use his wind powers so Raiden can kite fly!!

☁️ And unlike tiny Fujin, big Fujin won't accidently make his winds too big (it happened once on Raiden and Fujin has made sure his powers were always in check while using them around the boy)

⛈️ Raiden is a willing/unwilling participant in Fujin's small little pranks

☁️ His small little, “Are you sure they won't get too upset by this, Fu Fu?”

⛈️ “Oh no, they'll love it!! 😎” (Spoilers . . . The monks rarely over love it)

☁️ Normally Fujin only pulls pranks when he's small, but if someone else is small . . . What's the harm in helping them pull a prank?

⛈️ And who better than to help his dear baby brother? 🥺

☁️ The pranks . . . rarely go well

⛈️ The pranks themselves are harmless, such as making a stack of paper keep moving to irritate someone or pushing something off the table (safely)

☁️ However, they almost always end up with the two brothers get a light scolding

⛈️ Little Raiden does not like scolding, and might have broken down on spot (they didn't do pranks for a good while after that)

☁️ The next time they did do a prank though, the monks encouraged Raiden with praise for ‘acting his age’ (Johnny scolded them)

⛈️ . . . They also scolded Fujin about it later, but that's besides the point

☁️ One time Fujin knocked off Raiden's hat off his head when Raiden was small

⛈️ Raiden face immediately turned into ‘🥺’ because his brother was being a big meanie

☁️ No more pranks were pulled on little Raiden, it isn't allowed

⛈️ Besides these points, Raiden actually really likes Fujin's powers

☁️ One time, Fujin got Raiden and his blankie into the air like Aladdin and it made Raiden so happy!!

⛈️ . . . And terrified, he wants to go back to the ground now please

☁️ Sometimes he'll come over to Fujin with like a leaf or a plush toy and ask if Fujin can ‘Make them fly?’

⛈️ And who was Fujin to say no to such a wholesome request?

☁️ Although this can honestly entertain Raiden for a good while, watching the little leaf twirl around in the air

⛈️ Raiden doesn't get sick often, mostly because God's don't ever get sick

☁️ But there have been some few times where Raiden feels icky :(

⛈️ You thought little Raiden was clingy? Sick little Raiden physically cannot be pried off Fujin's side

☁️ Fujin will just pet his hair and carry him around on his hip to get medicine for the poor baby

⛈️ Otherwise they spend all their time cuddling in bed and listening to Raiden's whines

☁️ Little Raiden isn't really an ipad kid, but sick little Raiden isn't really allowed to do stuff so they'll put on some movies while he tries to fall asleep

⛈️ (Personal hc) Raiden's hair is just as long, probably a shorter, as Fujin's

☁️ But he rarely ever take it out of his little cap thing

⛈️ However, when he's tiny, his hair is almost always out (another indication that he's small)

☁️ Usually it's pulled back into a quick ponytail so Raiden can play, but sometimes Fujin and him will sit down, and Fujin will style it

⛈️ If Fujin puts flowers in his hair, he gets really happy and giggly

☁️ And a bit fussy when Fujin has to take them out because it's bedtime :(

⛈️ Don't worry, a quick kiss to the temple ans a promise to do them again soon and Raidens busses quiet down

☁️ Sometimes he'll request a braid so he can look like his big brother 🥺 (it meets Fujin's heart every time)

⛈️ Honestly really just likes having his hair being played with and brushed

☁️ To the point that if Fujin's busy, he'll quietly lay his head on Fujin's lap for head pats

⛈️ He gets them every time, and Fujin moves Raiden to sit in a better spot

☁️ Singing a soft lullaby and having his hair get played with? This man is out like a light <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Y'all, I love the Storm Brothers. They're my favorite. :(

[sanguineterrain]

may i pls request 12 + 63 for robin 🥺

i honestly do not remember what prompt list this was from YIKES but hi nika thank u for sending a robin req, ur a real one <3

12) “Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.” and 63) “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

robin buckley x fem!reader. love confessions and kisses :-) ft. wingman steve (king)

****

One thing about snow in Hawkins is it never falls halfway.

Your parents are away for the weekend and don't know about the two feet of snow that hit last night. You've been content ignoring said snow and staying curled up in the house. You study, watch movies, and make hot chocolate. A whole pot of it, in fact. Snow days are great when you don't have to dig out the car.

You hear a scraping sound outside, like plastic on pavement. You turn off the stove and open the curtain.

It's Robin. She climbs the hill your neighborhood sits upon. She drags a large, green shovel behind her.

She's also nowhere near appropriately dressed for a Hawkins winter. Clad in only a windbreaker and a hat, you know Robin has to be freezing.

You pull on your heavy duty winter coat and scarf and head outside.

"Robin!" you call and start to unravel your scarf.

She looks up. You wonder how she walked all the way here from her house.

"Oh!" She pushes a couple strands of hair out of her face as you approach, cheeks flushed with cold. "H-hey, Y/N."

You stop in front of her, arms crossed.

"What are you wearing?"

She looks down, then at you.

"A... sweater?"

"Exactly! A sweater. It's below freezing. Here, take my jacket. Or my coat. Which do you want? I'll give you my coat first. Should fit you—it's loose on me."

You shrug out of your coat and manhandle her arms through the sleeves. Then you take off your scarf. Robin catches your arm, eyes wide.

"Y/N, it's really okay. I've been shoveling all day, I barely feel the cold anymore."

"Well, that's not a good sign, Robs. Let me put the scarf, come on."

She obediently bows her head so you can wrap the scarf around her neck. Plumes of foggy breath mingle in the air between you. Robin's eyes are a little half-lidded when you're done.

"Thanks," she whispers.

You beam. "You're welcome. Come have some hot chocolate."

"Are you sure? I–I mean, I don't wanna interrupt anything. You're probably having dinner, right?"

You shake your head.

"It's still early. My parents are out for the weekend. You're not interrupting anything. And God, all that shoveling? You must be exhausted."

You take her bare hand in your gloved one and frown.

"Remind me to get you some gloves," you say, and lead her inside.

Robin lets you pull her in. You nudge her into a chair at the kitchen table.

"So," you say. "Marshmallows? Whipped cream?"

"Oh. Um, yes, please. Thank you."

You pour two cups and swirl whipped cream in both. Then you decorate with too many mini marshmallows. You serve the dessert drinks. Robin immediately goes for hers and cream smears on her nose and lips.

She sticks her tongue out and crosses her eyes.

"Do I have something on my face?"

You grin and get a paper towel. Robin stares at you, lips slightly parted as you carefully wipe her face. You fold and toss the paper towel. Robin swallows.

"Th-thanks," she says.

"Sure thing," you reply, feeling a little warm. "Are you cold?"

"No, I'm okay. Your coat is really warm."

"Isn't it? I got it on sale at Sears. I could get you one too if you'd like. I'm a fiend for bargains."

Robin snorts.

"What!" you say. "I am!"

"Nothing, nothing. You're just really nice."

"Robin Buckley, you smooth talker. I do believe Steve is rubbing off on you."

She rolls her eyes. "God, I hope not. We were supposed to shovel together and then three streets before your neighborhood, he said he had to go home. I didn't take the ride; I've been making good money."

"But your fingers are like Otter Pops," you fret, taking her hands in yours.

Robin's cheeks are red again. You stand to feel her forehead.

"You're all flushed, Robs. Do you feel sick? I can make some tea. I also have a box of Hothands."

"N-no," she squeaks, blinking up at you. "I'm okay, really."

"Well, we can call Steve, if you like. I'm sure he'd be willing to pick you up—"

"No!"

Your brows raise. Robin shifts in her seat.

"Um, what I mean is, he's probably busy, you know? Like super busy. He had to drop everything and go so, like, it's not a big deal."

"It's not a big deal that he ditched you?" you ask. "But you guys are best friends. Why would he do that? And right before you had to climb the hill to my house?"

Robin twists her ring around her pointer finger.

"Yeah, weird. But you know, Steve has his whims. He's a... whimsical guy."

You squint. "Did he say why he ditched?"

"Uh, no, no. But like I said, it doesn't really matter."

"Well, you can stay as long as you want. I'd drive you myself but my parents have the car."

"That's okay." Robin smiles. "I like drinking hot chocolate with you."

"I have cookies! Oh my gosh, let me get those out. You'll love these. I made them yesterday."

You flit about the kitchen, getting out plates and the tin of sugar cookies. Robin takes off your and her winterwear, draping them over the chair. Then she unzips her windbreaker, revealing a smart red sweater with snowflakes printed on it and a lace collar.

"That's pretty," you say and take the plates of cookies over.

"Oh, this?" She pushes a loose curl behind her ear. That's when you notice the sparkly red barrettes.

"Those are too!" you gush. "You got all dressed up for shoveling snow?"

"Um... kinda."

You hum. "It's so unlike what you normally wear, Robs. Do you have a date or something?"

"No," she says weakly. "No date."

"Well, any girl would be lucky to have you," you say.

She perks up. "Really?"

"Of course!"

You know Robin's been pining for that Vickie girl in school. And you're okay with that. Robin doesn't even know you're an option, after all. You can't blame her for pursuing other people.

Robin takes a bite of cookie.

"Shit," she says. "These are amazing."

You grin. "I'm glad you like them. I'll give you some to take."

She chews for a bit, then suddenly sets down the cookie.

"Hey," Robin says. "Can I... can I tell you something?"

"Always."

"Okay." She takes a deep breath. "Okay, just... please promise me that if you don't feel the same you won't... we won't stop being friends."

You tilt your head. "Feel the same? Robs, what are you—"

"Please?" she begs. "Please promise me."

"I promise, Robs. We literally fought a DnD monster last year. Nothing could make us stop being friends. Cross my heart and hope to die."

Robin chews her lip hard. She fidgets with her collar.

"Nancy helped me pick this sweater out," she says. "This morning."

"Nancy? Uh, okay... what does that have to—"

"Steve didn't ditch me," she blurts.

You shake your head. "I don't understand."

"I wore this sweater for you."

"For me?"

"I like you, Y/N," she says quietly. "I really, really like you. I didn't choose to shovel this neighborhood by accident. And I'm so nervous around you so Steve suggested I find an excuse to see you and then it snowed and I thought, maybe I can shovel your driveway and I'll finally have a real conversation and stop chickening out! But–but then you gave me your coat and brought me hot chocolate and oh my God, you're like the sweetest girl ever and I really, really like you and—"

"Robin."

She stops, eyes wide. You crouch so you're level with her chair.

"Sorry," she whispers.

You shake your head.

"Sorry for what?" you ask with a smile.

And you kiss her.

Robin makes a surprised noise but she doesn't pull away. Her fingers are cold on your cheek so you cover them with your hands to warm her up. She tastes like hot chocolate and icing. Her lips are chapped and you know her habit of picking at them, so you take care not to tug too hard with your teeth.

She hums, soft and low, and you understand. It feels like you fit.

"Do Steve and Nancy like sugar cookies?" you ask when you pull away.

Robin's brows furrow. "Steve definitely does. Why?"

"Well, I feel like they should get a treat for the parts they played."

Robin grins slyly. "Do I get a treat? I feel like I played a huge part in this, too."

You bite your lip through a smile and tug Robin forward by the collar of her sweater. She catches herself on your arms, blush high on her cheeks.

"Of course you do, Robs. You get all the treats you want."

[wolfiemcwolferson]

Logan dearest! Can I request Shoveling snow please 🥺

For our boys 💙

There’s a thief in Pierre’s neighborhood and he’s determined to catch them and that’s why he’s staring at his coffeemaker at 4 AM through blurry eyes.

It’s mad that it’s come to this, but Pierre doesn’t know who keeps shoveling his fucking sidewalk and he’s thankful, sure. He’s also feels guilty as hell about it.

He bought a snow shovel when he moved here in the middle of summer, and his brother had laughed at him, but Pierre was determined to make this place his home.

Minnesota was miles away from Phoenix and if Pierre was going to start his life over at 35 with half his 401k and fresh divorce papers…well, he was determined to start living.

I will catch them today he texts his brother and he doesn’t expect a text back at this hour, but Pierre half wonders if it’s been HIM this whole time - concerned that Pierre wouldn’t settle in well.

He’s got snow boots and something called long underwear and a down jacket and a mug of hot coffee.

He doesn’t have to be at the office for hours yet - maybe not at all. His boss seems to be concerned with Pierre’s ability to drive in the snow even though they salt their roads and have honest to god snowblowers out and about. Pierre is still told to work from his home office quite often.

He opens his front door and is met with the sight of someone shoveling his fucking sidewalk and he shouts, “hey!”

In hindsight, that wasn’t great. The fresh snow and the fresh freeze and startling someone and - well, the person in the giant red jacket ends up in the snow and Pierre spills his coffee all over his glove trying to set it down to scramble down to help his snow thief.

“Oh my god,” the thief laughs, accepting the hand Pierre outstretches towards him and even though all he can see is a pink nose and a pair of lips and eyes, but his laugh is…deranged and also adorable and when Pierre hauls him up, he’s a bit taller than him.

Pierre hadn’t thought past catching the person. He had not considered what he would even say.

“Well,” the thief says, “you caught me.”

Pierre thinks pretty and okay, Pierre and what is wrong with you all at once, but what comes out of his mouth is, “who are you?”

“Charles Leclerc.” The thief answers immediately and Pierre feels himself smiling without meaning to. “I live about two blocks in that direction.” And then he points over Pierre’s shoulder.

“You’ve been shoveling my sidewalk.” Pierre says, rather dumbly if he’s honest with himself. “Why?”

Charles reaches up and tugs his hat higher up on his head and Pierre can see more of his eyes, more of his face. “Is it ridiculous if I said I heard you were from Phoenix and was concerned, but then I saw you at the park with your nephew and I thought you were cute and I was too intimidated to just ask you out.”

Pierre is a bit surprised his legs don’t give out. He clears his throat a bit, “I made some coffee. If you’d like some.”

“As a thank you?” Charles squints at him.

“Uh,” Pierre stumbles. It’s been a literal decade since he’s done this. “As a pre-date?”

Charles shoves at his hat again and Pierre is mesmerized by his pink skin. “Okay, we can have a pre-date. As soon as I finish your -“

“Charles.” Pierre interrupts him. “Thank you so much, but I really can do it myself after.”

“Yes, alright.” Charles huffs, leaning over to grab his shovel, pushing it into the snow so it stands straight up. “But do you have tea? I don’t care much for coffee.”

Pierre laughs and he can’t tell if he’s joking or not, but he’s willing to find out.

[freesidexjunkie]

Trouble

Small piece of durgetash drivel i wrote while a lil tipsy and feeling some kind of way about the Baldur's Mouth Gazette mission. Will upload to AO3 when i get better signal.

Gortash x f!Durge oc - AO3

Fluff, playing chicken with each other, manipulation, small threats. Pls enjoy 🥺

"Miss... Miss! You can't go–" That was all the guard got out before he found a dagger against his throat, silencing him to a whimper.

Gortash could, of course, hear this exchange going on outside of his office. He was debating how far he was going to let her go, to see how badly she wanted in. This was enough for now, he decided; he'd spare the poor guard. Flaming Fists weren't as replaceable with Orin prowling the streets.

"Let her in," he said, a hint of bemusement in his voice. After a moment, the door swung open violently. Maevris strolled leisurely to his desk, a measured smile on her face. Without the bloodstains and the shaking guard, one could almost mistake her for a person paying a pleasant social visit.

"Ah, my most efficient assassin! A pleasure. To what do I owe–" She dropped a stack of papers on his desk wordlessly, smiling at him with her blade still at her side.

A test print of the Baldur's Mouth Gazette lay on his desk, along with a letter in his hand. Not signed, of course, but recognizable to anyone who would care to notice. Warning! Dangerous Band of Adventurers Bring Absolutist Chaos to Our City! The paper cried out, with an unmistakably portrait of Mae and her band of misfits.

"I'm beginning to question the integrity of this alliance," she said coolly. "I wonder how this article could impact our... joint endeavor."

Gortash glanced over the newspaper and letter. "Tsk. Someone's been snooping. I didn't think the printing press was open to the public," he said with a half cocked smile.

"I'm remarkably tenacious," she said, "especially when threatened by men with feathered hats bigger than their sense. But, I suppose he's more useful to your plans than I am, if you're so ready to throw me to the wolves."

Her words dripped sweetly like honey, coating the malicious undertones as she twisted her dagger between her fingers. A subconscious habit that survived Orin's attack. He found the familiarity comforting, for a moment. "An insurance policy, my dear," he said, looking up at her, "until you were more certain where your allegiances lay."

"What an interesting way to win over my allegiance, then," she said as she perched herself on the corner of his desk.

Slander her name publicly, invent a reason for the Steel Watch to detain her. She would resist, of course, but they would be ordered to bring her in with non-lethal methods. Once she was declawed and separated from her traveling companions, Mae would certainly be much easier to talk to. She could be reasoned with, surely, without those do-gooders clinging to her. It wasn't a bad plan, if Ettvard had been more cautious.

"You know, you would have one advantage in this partnership, if you weren't so keen to throw it away," she said, looking down at him.

"Oh?" He said back with a lazy smile. He had missed their little sparring matches. "And what is that, dearest?"

"I don't have an opinion on you yet, one way or the other," she said, twirling her knife on its tip against the wooden desktop. "We might work well together, or we might not. I'm decidedly undecided, I suppose. But you do things like this, and it... tips the needle in the wrong direction." She lifted her blade up and brought it back down swiftly, stabbing the tip into the grain of the desk, all while keeping her face completely calm and measured.

He couldn't help but grin fully back up at her. A lovely display. "A thousand apologies, then," he said as he stood up and walked around the desk. "However, I do think I have at least one more advantage."

"And what's that?" She asked, feigning disinterest as she pulled her dagger from the desk and sheathed it at her side.

He came up behind her, barely a whisper away from her back. "I remember you better than you remember yourself," he whispered just above the skin of her neck before planting slow, delicate kisses trailing down the space just behind her ear.

She melted into the touch in spite of herself as an arm came to rest on her waist. Just as quickly as it came, the moment was over, as Gortash withdrew his touch and walked to a bookshelf. That momentary lapse of self control was all it took; the split second, involuntary movement of her body to his, and they both know where the balance of power was shifting in this battle. The smirk he had when he turned to face her, leaning against a shelf so cockily, said that he knew exactly what he was doing.

Two could play at that game. She hopped off of the desk corner and strolled over to him, stopping almost flush against his chest with her arms behind her back. Tilting her face up to his, with the most saccharine smile she could muster, she said, "so what is it that you want, then? Am I a partner, or a plaything?"

He grinned back down at her, eyes hooded, as he put a hand under her chin and brought her face inches from his. "I suppose that's up to you, dear," he said.

Mae stood on her tip toes and leaned in to whisper in his ear, hands on his shoulder for balance. "And how would I go about convincing you I'm more useful as your equal?" She purred.

He chuckled, and she felt it rumble through his chest under her hands. He put one arm lazily around her middle and leaned in to press a small kiss to the side of her head. "Not with such an obvious show of manipulation, pet." He teased before releasing his hold on her waist and walking back to his desk.

"As opposed to your very subtle manipulation?" She quipped back, disappointed but evidently not deterred. "You say you want to work together. Rule together. You string together all these pretty words to my face. I can't help but wonder if it's to distract me from the dagger you're planning to plunge into my back."

"Aren't daggers more your thing, Mae?" He replied as he sat at his desk again. She was already halfway across the room now.

"Give me one thing to trust. Anything. That's all I'm asking," she said as she approached his desk. "One reason to believe you're sincere."

He looked at her for a moment, amusement and admiration dancing across his face as she sat back on his desk, this time right in front of his seat. "Alright," he said, "give me your hand."

She looked at him quizzically as he reached towards her right arm, but acquiesced all the same. He took it in both hands and turned it over, holding her forearm with one hand while tracing a scar across her wrist with the other. "I was there when you got this scar. It was in Mephistopheles' vault. You were trying to disarm a trap, and it triggered on you instead," he said, looking her deeply in the eyes. "I was the one who cleaned and bandaged it for you out." He took her arm and pressed his lips to the scar, not looking away from her eyes, silently relishing in the fact that she didn't pull away from the contact.

"Anyone could make up a story about a scar," she said quietly, still looking down at him.

Her words said she wasn't convinced, but he knew her tells and mannerisms. He had her right where he wanted, if he could keep going. "I know you prefer to sleep on your left side," he said, curling an arm around her waist. "You preferred to sleep facing me. So you could listen to my heart beat under my chest, you said."

"That doesn't..." He could hear her breath hitch just the slightest bit. "That didn't stop you from betraying me last time though, did it?" She asked quietly. It wasn't a challenge; her eyes were wide and sincere. Almost hurt. That small, veiled vulnerability. Only ever reserved for him, even still.

He stood to meet her gaze, wrapping one arm around her middle fully and cupping her face with the other as he brought it to his. "It didn't stop me from losing you," he said, his breath ghosting over her lips, "a fate I'm very keen to avoid you facing again."

"Unless it's at your hand, apparently," she replied, leaning into the embrace all the same. Just as touchstarved as always, it seemed. Just as eager as he felt.

"My hands can be much more gentle, love," he said, leaning against her forehead, "if you'd let them."

She kept her eyes locked on his, barely a hair's breadth from his face, searching his demeanor. She gave him a small smirk, and his own heart was the one doing little flips this time. "We'll see," she said playfully, before extricating herself from his grip in one fluid movement and walking towards the door. "Do tell your other friends to play nicer, in the mean time," she called over her shoulder as she left.

He smiled after her, long after she had left the room. She might not remember him, no. But that was certainly still his same Mae.

[meidui]

Okay, imagine the Avengers doing a Secret Santa for their first Christmas in the tower together. Steve pulls Tony's name from the hat and is freaking OUT because what the hell do you get a billionaire tech genius playboy?? After some brainstorming and "subtle" sleuthing for ideas, he gives up and decides on a drawing he made of Tony in his workshop, brow furrowed and eyes bright as he tinkers away.

The big morning comes and gifts are exchanged, butterflies racing around Steve's stomach as he watches Tony tear away the wrapping paper and take in the framed drawing. There's a beat of silence before Tony plays it off with a joke and a wink of thanks, with a look Steve's never seen on his face before. It's an expression he quickly becomes accustomed to when they start dating a few months later. The drawing itself is kept on Tony's bedside table, where it never fails to lift his mood after a long day.

CONOR I AM HAVING HEART PALPITATIONS

steve would be so anxious about giving away his drawing because what if it doesn't mean anything to tony, what if tony thinks it's too much and too weird, who gives someone a portrait of themselves for christmas if they're not some kind of victorian aristocrat, he should've just said screw the spending limit and sold a lung and bought tony an island

and i'm falling in love just imagining the look on tony's face, it's the look of being in love with steve rogers and wondering how he's actually real 🥺

[bexfangirlforlife]

First rewatch of the new Spatort episode. So gonna put all my notes in one post (under the cut). Let's go!

Oh hello lake scene. Here we go again. Let's hurt a little.

I think I already have to rewind. Needed to watch that whole scene through once but had multiple thoughts during it.

Leo is all of us during kde talking about Adam carrying around the Geldtasche

"Vielleicht ist es Blutgeld, ja. Aber ich hab auch geblutet, meine ganze Kindheit lang." - Why is that such a good line? Or is that just me?

Very serious angsty scene and then "Gibs mir" makes me chuckle again.

Tell me you don't actually hear the music playing while you dance, without actually telling me...

Oh the old lady was Kiwi! I missed that yesterday, but saw posts mentioning Kiwi and I was like what?

Nooo. Now I have to watch the dead Omi part again 🥺

Mein erster Gedanke wär vermutlich verhaftet gewesen, aber dann auch direkt tot. Dabei hätts auch einfach Handy verloren sein können. I mean yeah she was in the car, but it's hours later (it's all the way dark rn)

I'm headcanoning that Esther purposefully uses "bff" to get one of them to burst out "if you mean boyfriend then yes" one day.

Home office... what exactly does he do there? Paper work? I mean we know he does Gartenarbeit, but would anybody believe he's gonna go do paper work?

Ah hello hallu!Adam. We should have gotten more of him. Like why not commit?

Why does the name "Jens Jens" sound so much cooler than just "Jens"? Or is it only because I heard that so much yesterday? 😅

Die Taubenwette ist einfach so krass bescheuert 😆

Als Pfand für was? Dafür dass sie warten? Why do you need Pfand for that? Just leave if he's not back after an hour.

Leo Leo Leo... beim fahren telefonieren, also wirklich

Adam's soft "Was ist los, Leo?"

I can't quite decide what exactly Adam looks like in his tank top look... but it's certainly something

Wenn Jens Jens mal nich stehengeblieben wär, hätt ers Wettrennen vlt gewonnen.

"What the fu-" very true Adam.

The fact they didn't notice Adam even slightly once is wild to me.

Leo searching Luisa's bathroom would have been a good opportunity for another hallu!Adam

Does this make 4 on the Adam fck count? If I count the wt fu- I mean... (i counted one Leo fck later on top. But maybe someone paid more attention to these counts?)

Worrying Adam my beloved. Guter Ansatz. Let's take it a step further next ep...

"Woher hast du das ganze Geld?" Vom boyfriend, next question.

Time for Spatenflashback

I want Flips

"Yes, sir"

Proud Adam smirk 😏

Niemand darf mit geschlossenen Augen fahren, Leo! Egal ob Führerschein oder nich.

Another smirk. Und der Blickkontakt 😏

"Aber wenns schief läuft bist du da." Cute. Though I gotta say I liked the moment before a bit better. You know when Adam puts Leo's phone back into his pocket and looks at him. Idk that got me all 🥰

Wait. Wie ist Betty jetzt direkt zu Pia durchgekommen? Hat sie ihre Nummer? What?

"Pisshaargenau" truly is a wild word.

Adam: "schüttel das ab, Leo" - Me: 🎶 shake it off, shake it off... 🎶 (I'm sorry)

24 seconds of touch. 22 of them face cradling. Yes I stopped the time. I'm fine.

"Wir brauchen dich hier" ... again got destiel flashback we need you. I need you

Glauben die eigentlich echt er heißt "Jens Jens"?

I'm sorry but I really liked Leo's entrance with his Schulterholster and little Heftchen. ... "Jens Jens, wusst ichs doch"

Den Prozess will ich sehen. "Warum war Herr Hölzer unangemeldet auf eigene Faust als verdeckter Ermittler tätig? Und was für ein Deckname ist bitte Jens Jens?"

Immernoch kinda weirdes Ende. Idk obs der fehlende Cliffhanger ist oder obs dann am Schluss einfach alles zu schnell ging so der dritte Akt felt kinda rushed as a whole.