#Boom clap is cute though

[bighitfics]

recent jungkook fanfics that you should read for your own sanity.

(a recommendation for all the girlies who miss him like crazy!)

one rule by @/jasminefanfics on youtube

— dark romance, mean and morally ambiguous jungkook, hostage au, enemies to lovers, smut, love triangle (but it’s just a deranged schizophrenic being the ‘bone in a kebab’ for the gorgeous couple)

— this is ART. this is true unleashed YEARNING. dark ROMANCE done right, literally the perfect read for winter! this is my absolute fav read of this year 🫦

bonded by @borathae

— werewolves au, forced marriage au, childhood besties to lovers, angst, romance, smut.

— will this queen ever stop producing art after art? she’s not capable of doing that, god this was such a good read, I’m still not over this, THIS IS MY SHEYLA FR! (iyykyk) they’re everything to me gawd 🥺

mon révé by @sweetcarrotsandroses97

— archdeacon jungkook, forbidden love, age gap, romani character reader, dark romance.

— I’ve never read something so beautifully, perfectly executed, every scene she wrote is plastered into my brain, the amount of times i think about this fic is not normal, I’m desperately awaiting the new chapters 😔✋🏼

the love prognosis by @awrkive

— friends to lovers (the og), medical au, unrequited love, roommates trope.

— nobody gets them like I do fr! my precious ship! 🥺😻🤲🏼 i loved how down bad he was for her from the beginning, we love a man who worships the ground his woman walks on LIKE AHHHH the author executed the one sided pining from jungkook so well! THE ANGST IS DELICIOUS IN THIS.

christmas & chill series by @girlygguk & @lovieku

— special xmas edition, jungkook and reader.

— the way I’m about to eat this up. u guys aren’t ready for the obnoxious amount of times I’m gonna be crying ab this whole series on my blog, oh lord have mercy on me, this is so brilliant oh how i wanna kiss their hands for this, SUCH DIVAS BOTH OF THEM 🫦

infrunami by @kooktrash

— friends to lovers, mutual pinning, smut, angst.

— boom shakalaka yes gawd! after I completed reading this fic, i took a moment to myself, clapped and took a lap around my bedroom, then I also did a 7 min standing ovation, this deserves more hype ngl.

burning hour by @jungqkook

— established relationship, smut, exhibitionism.

— the amount of times i’ve re read this is embarrassing but it is that LEVEL of good, oh god when is it my turn to experience something like this?

catch twenty-two by @miraclemaven on wattpad

— forbidden romance, age gap, smut, older reader & younger jungkook, angst.

— im so hooked into this story, even though i haven’t started reading properly, this is a promising one, with really good writing.

chained up by @jikookie17

— obsessed addicted jungkook (my jam), smut, angst, fluff.

— reading this made me feel like im watching a melodramatic story of two idiots who literally can’t live without each other, its a cute lighthearted read, 100% recommend!

THE END OF TODAY’S LIST.

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⠀⠀ hope the girlies like it ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

[pseudowho]

Yagi Toshinori/All Might x Reader

Fluff, suggestive

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All Might was strong, and soft. You knew this before you started dating (which was an operation performed strictly in secret, so wildly publicised would it be, to be seen on his arm in public).

Candlelit dinners in Musutafu's finest, instead became quiet nights in, with faithful security guards ushering you to the Might Tower penthouse where Toshinori waited, fizzing with excitement.

Instead, Toshinori took delight in stealing your blushes through deliberately poorly-timed whispered compliments. His array of vintage pet names would sound corny, were he any less sincere. It hadn't taken Toshinori long to cotton on to the glee to be found in a secret love affair.

And it hadn't taken long for you to retaliate; which was how you found out how soft the powerful All Might really was.

"I set you free for the rest of the afternoon, young ones! Spend your study time wisely! Strive to be the best you, that you can be!" Toshinori boomed over the heads of the students, filing out before him.

He spun, turning and bending down to you with that familiar trademark grin...only, heartfelt and wicked now, instead of fixed. His voice lowered barely enough to escape the students' notice.

"Of course," he intoned, his breath grazing your ear, setting a shiver down your spine, "my honeybee is already the best she that she could be."

You slapped a handful of books down on the desk, a frisson of electric sending you erect as you turned to him with a warning look in your eye. The warning look quickly died, at his boyish smile and natural warmth, unable to fight a man that you knew absolutely meant it.

Later, you approached him in the busy corridor, schooling your expression to that of polite disinterest in greeting a passing colleague.

"Yagi-san--"

Toshinori jostled you, sending papers tumbling to the floor, and apologising profusely in a dramatic hush, bending with you to collect the scattered reports from the floor.

"I apologise-- I really am sorry-- gosh, what a mess!" As people channelled around you, Toshinori's fingers plaited briefly with yours, his voice lowering again. "Not that messy is something my pookie identifies with, though. Not yet."

You dropped the rest of your papers, stuttering as Toshinori scooped them up with a flourish, standing with you and bundling them back into your arms. You stumbled, blushing as he clapped an enormous hand onto your shoulder with a laugh, and a thunderous farewell, leaving you stranded and skittish in the corridor.

In the lunch queue, you felt a shadow darken your tray, and turned, looking up. This time, Toshinori barely even bothered to alter his tone, instead hiding behind the student and faculty's food-related distraction. He plucked a tiny steaming basket from the self-service window, dropping it onto your tray with a muted thmp.

"Dumplings...for my dumpling."

You snapped, grabbing his usual cold brew from the fridge, and popping it onto his tray, smiling sweetly up at him.

"I'm lucky to have such a cute guy choosing lunch with me."

A blush burned over Toshinori's cheeks like you had slapped it on him. You felt a roar of success as, when you were called forwards, you saw Toshinori fumble his tray with enormous hands, his coffee splatting to the floor to his stuttered apologies. You left with a flick of the skirt and a smirk on your lips.

Between lessons, in the stream of shouting students, you felt yourself scooped in one great palm and effortlessly shepherded aside, hearing Toshinori's gravelly tones announce your departure; "My dear, could I borrow a moment of your time to discuss a lesson plan?"

You loaded a bullet as Toshinori pulled you round the corner, sniping him before he could take his shot.

"Darling, I must say--"

"What's such a handsome bear needing with me, in a narrow little corridor?"

Toshinori gasped, a single broad palm pressed to his chest, staggered by the force of his b-dmp. His blush rose from the collar up. He reached one trembling hand out to you as you walked away, leaving him stunned in your wake.

As the day wound to a close, you entered the staffroom, to find Toshinori and Aizawa stood, talking at the window. Toshinori grinned, faltering just so as you approached him with a honeydew smile.

You looped your hand through the crook of his elbow as if you were in black and white, pecked his cheek in a chaste little kiss, and fired off the killshot.

"I've missed you," you chirped, "Hubby."

A strangled choke left Toshinori's throat, and he almost buckled, gripping the window frame hard enough to make it crack with another hand clutching his heart.

Aizawa shot you a look of despair as you walked away, looking between you and Toshinori, who had yet to regain his usual colour. Aizawa called after you as you left, sniggering.

"You can't just do that to him. Hey! Come back! You can't do that to an old man--"

"Aizawa-kun, please--"

You called back over your shoulder. "He had it coming, Shouta. Turns out he can dish it out, but he can't take it!"

[capquinn]

The picture looking in has me thinking about how cute it would be with buggy sitting at the table and her back is toward the camera and you see these little crazy pigtails sticking up from the chair with Luke and Jack smiling at something she’s saying. Quinn seems like the type to constantly capture family moments like that

😭😭 but can you imagine her little face lighting up the second she sees him?

Like, she’s mid-sentence, probably firing back at her Uncle Jack with that sharp little wit she inherited from Quinn, because he’s made another teasing remark just to rile her up. Jack’s barely holding back his laughter, and Bug’s little hands are on her hips, ready to make her point when Luke leans down, all conspiratorial, and whispers something in her ear. Whatever he says, it works instantly. Bug’s expression shifts, curiosity blooming in her big eyes as she glances up at him. Then, Luke points out the window, his grin wide and mischievous, like he knows exactly what’s about to happen.

She stops mid-sentence, her argument with Jack forgotten, and twists in her chair so fast her little pigtails bounce wildly. Her tiny hands grab at the back of her seat for balance as her gaze darts to the window. And the second her eyes land on Quinn? Boom — instant sunshine.

It’s not just a smile. It’s the smile. That big, happy, toothy grin that seems way too big for her little face, her nose scrunching adorably and her cheeks rounding as her eyes crinkle at the corners. She waves with so much enthusiasm it’s a miracle she doesn’t topple out of her chair, her tiny arm flapping so wildly it might as well be a beacon.

And Quinn. Oh, Quinn... He just freezes. For a moment, he doesn’t even blink, his chest tightening in that way that feels both overwhelming and perfect all at once. It’s like everything around him disappears — the party, the noise, even the cool air nipping at his skin. All he can focus on is her, on that brilliant smile that’s all his, and the way her eyes light up like he’s her whole world.

He lifts his hand, waving back with that soft, lopsided grin he reserves just for her, the one that’s equal parts adoration and disbelief because he still can’t quite wrap his head around the fact that this tiny human loves him that much.

And then Bug does what Bug always does — she makes it impossible for Quinn not to feel like the luckiest guy alive.

She cups her little hands around her mouth, shouting, “hi, daddy!” through the glass even though he can’t hear her, her voice carrying every ounce of her excitement. Then, with all the seriousness of a secret mission, she blows him a kiss with both hands, her cheeks puffing up adorably as if she’s making sure it reaches him.

Quinn, ever the doting dad, doesn’t miss a beat. He pretends to catch it mid-air, clutching his hand dramatically to his chest like she’s just knocked the wind out of him. The gesture is so exaggerated and perfectly timed that Bug bursts into giggles, her whole face lighting up as she claps her hands together, delighted by his antics.

Her laughter is so infectious that Quinn can’t help but grin wider, his chest aching in the best way as he watches her. For a moment, he just stands there, soaking it all in — the sound of her joy muffled through the window, the way her pigtails bounce as she wiggles in her chair, and the sheer, unfiltered love shining in her eyes.

He taps the glass lightly with his fingers, mouthing, “I love you,” and Bug, without hesitation, blows him another kiss. This time, she adds a little wave, her tiny hand fluttering like she can’t decide whether to say goodbye or keep him there forever.

Behind her, Luke leans down with a teasing grin, whispering something that has her spinning back to the table, her focus momentarily stolen by whatever her uncles are up to. Quinn watches as she gets drawn back into their world, her giggles and chatter filling the room, even though he can’t hear a word of it.

Turning back to you, Quinn lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head like he still can’t quite believe how much joy that little girl brings into his life.

“She’s something else, isn’t she?” he murmurs, slipping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer, his eyes lingering on the scene inside.

“She gets it from you,” you tease, leaning into his side.

Quinn presses a kiss to your temple, his voice soft but certain. “Nah,” he says, his gaze still fixed on Bug. “She’s one of a kind.”

[lascvitae]

♯┆ynselle forgetting to keep their relationship secret .ᐟ

genre fluff pairing giselle x 5th member of aespa!reader warnings cursing

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ katty ᥫ᭡: old draft, fun af

masterlist.

video start: HEY YALLLLL WELCOME BACK TO ANOTHER VIDEO AFTER… six months… *vine boom*

i’ve put together a compilation of clips where giselle and y/n are practically throwing their relationship in our faces 😭😭

LETS GET RIGHT INTO ITTT

*technical difficulties screen*

clip 1!… 🎬 whiplash bts

the camera is focused on y/n as she drinks water during a break from their shooting.

“this is aeri-unnie’s killing part.” y/n beamed, mocking the choreo of her bandmate. the bandmate who she had no idea was behind her.

“the way she moves her hips is like this.” she demonstrated, fully in character. “move fast~” she giggled at the camera.

giselle had successfully sneaked up behind her, coming to grab her sides and eliciting a squeal from the younger.

“you’re making fun of me?” she caught the girl in her arms and she giggled to protest.

“no! no! i wasn’t!” y/n shook her head, holding giselle closer instead of fighting her grip.

“good. you better not be.” giselle leaned forward, turning her head to make eye contact with y/n.

[their hair colors remind me sm of my melody & kuromi… they had to coordinate it]

*technical difficulties screen*

clip 2!… 🎬 y/n’s first livestream after her mini-hiatus

“hello MYs! i missed you all so much.” she waved excitedly with her right hand.

she read the comments to see what everyone was saying, moving her hair out of her face and swaying side to side.

lascvitae: y/n has a ring on her finger… did she get married on hiatus 😳

[BYEEE THATS ME]

“i didn’t get married!” y/n laughed nervously, holding up her right hand again. “aeri-unnie gave me this ring.”

the ring had diamonds all around it with one big diamond in the middle.

overiem: bye that looks so expensive

“she didn’t tell me how much it cost at first.” y/n continued, running a hand through her hair. “she said i wouldn’t accept it.” she covered her mouth to laugh as she recalled the events.

[giselle spoiling her girlfriend… per usual]

aerichandesu ✓: don’t tell them how much it costs

aerichandesu ✓: that’s between me and you

“unnie said i can’t tell anyone! so next topic.” y/n clasped her hands together while fighting back a smile, sitting up to the camera and fixing her posture.

[not y/n tryna look good for giselle]

*techical difficulties screen*

clip 3!… 🎬 aespa at inkigayo while y/n is the mc

y/n is standing next to han yujin as they cover aespa and y/n can be seen blushing slightly.

cheers could be heard and y/n covered her face from embarrassment, coming together as giselle gave her an encouraging hand on the shoulder.

“today’s first place nominees… aespa!” y/n accounces and they both move out of the way to clap for the girls.

as karina counts down y/n almost does the greeting before stopping herself, laughing nervously and earning a quiet laugh from giselle. “cute.” she mouthed.

“nice to meet you! how does it feel?” yujin asked and y/n turned around to find giselle’s gaze burning holes through her head.

[did giselle even blink… LMAO]

“it’s such an honor to be nominated alongside with other amazing artists! please look forward to our performances and thank you for the support!” even though winter was speaking into the camera and everyone was focused on her, giselle only focused on y/n.

“for whiplash… the choreo was very captivating. the charisma is off the charts!” yujin exclaimed before looking back at all of the girls.

“we worked really hard for this comeback so we hope you guys enjoy it!” ningning clapped, nodding as yeonjun continued to speak after she finished.

“we’re enjoying it! lastly, should we hear about what you guys will do if you get first place?” he asked.

“if we get first place…” giselle started, looking at the camera. “we’ll perform an encore of whiplash and two other songs that you all choose.” she held up the number two and the fans cheered.

“then i’ll go shopping with my favorite person in the world.” giselle looked directly at y/n and blew a kiss.

the crowd cheered and y/n covered her face, blushing again. “oh!” yujin stifled a laugh before clapping and y/n regained her composure before catching the kiss with a flirty smile.

[tf they got going on?]

“we’ll look at the results in a bit. shall we introduce the next stage?” y/n asked, turning to look at aespa.

“let’s meet purple kiss’ stage. music cue!”

*technical difficulties screen*

obviously there’s a lot more but that’s all for todayyy

THANK YOU FOR WATCHING!!! sub && like or you’ll be bald by the age of 30 🙏🏽🙏🏽

taglist — @saysirhc

[amurotoorudesu]

just a sagau genshin abt the newest banner (geo & hydro dragon my love) (the creator is self insert) LOTS OF OOC

a/n : written in rush cuz i randomly think abt this after knewing next phase banner and i hope i got both of them, i was gonna added about how i forgot ayato & childe exist when i planning on which dps from each vision should i pull, but they make no sense so i didnt include it.

"I didnt mean to look down on your choice, Your Grace. But, didnt your cousin says itll be better just to pull me...?"

You look at Zhongli with the most unserious, more like silly face, thinking about hes actually jealous of your choice on pulling for Neuvillette.

While it's true you need his shield and he would be the first Geo 5 star you have, but who wouldnt want a hydro dragon pure water tester PLUS a water machine gun to pew pew those enemies!

And more better? You have an unbuild Furina too!

"But my cousin also says he would comeback to genshin to pull for Nupi!"

If Zhongli able to curse, he will.

when will you also gave him a cute, silly lil nickname to him too?

"But like, Your Grace—"

"Shhsshhh"

You quickly shut him, putting your own finger on his lips, making a small blush creep onto the Geo Archon.

Zhongli can feel the side eye Neuvillette gave him as the Hydro dragon sips on his pure water.

"But, Your—"

Seriously, you never saw this version of him thats cant control his own usual calm demeanor, but the version you see is the impatient and insists that his opinion is the best.

Not like he's wrong though.

You put your own finger on you lips now and did a mewing pose, kinda making those two old dragon sigh.

whats wrong with this generation...

"Zhongli, hear me out. Nupi is a nuke, or else should i say Nukelet? Thats suit you isnt it?"

Neuvillette sighed again, but he didnt hide his chuckle about his Creator giving him more silly nickname.

"Pardon me, Your Grace. While it doesn't matter to me that you call me that, but I'm a dragon, not a nuke. I dont boom myself"

"But youre a boomer."

"Was that supposed to be a joke?"

"No."

Back to Zhongli. Hes still thinking countless reason about why you should pull for him.

I mean, his material is easier to get (even if youre the Creator and couldve just easily get everything you want), his talent is useful (SHIELD??? BIG PILLARS???? THROWING BIG ROCKS TO THE ENEMIES?????), he got many fans (BUT ITLL BE USELESS IF HIS CREATOR DIDNT WANT TO PULL HIM), he got many fanfics (HE KNEW YOU LIKE TO READ THEM AND HE WILL HACK THE TUMBLR TO SHOWS UP MANY FANFICS ABOUT HIM ON YOUR DASHBOARD BUT EXCLUDING THE HURT/NO COMFORT BCS HE KNEW YOU DESPISE THEM)

But then he come to a conclusion, as he clapped his hand.

"Your Grace, if Sir Neuvillette have Furina on your team, what about Xiao?"

Fuck he was right. WHAT ABOUT YOUR XIAO????? HE NEED HIS FATHER FIGURE!!!!

"Youve got a point..." you pose like the trade offer meme.

"So, who should i choose now? is it you, Sir Zhongli, or is it you, Monsieur Neuvillette?"

"Uhm, pardon me but, why dont you just get us?" ask Neuvillette, putting his cup on the table.

"Dont you think itll be better, Your Grace? You get two dragons and you also have their companions on your team."

"Monsieur, i dont have that kind of money. Im still in high school, heck, a boarding school! Even if i have guaranteed now, i dont think i can."

"But our banner started on your holidays..."

"Ok now you got another point"

"So, what you gonna do?"

"I'll take two dragon, please"

Perhaps Zhongli should thank Neuvillette for his suggestion.

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another a/n : i post this cuz im at my home, suffering from another sudden sickness (i keep getting nauseous and vomiting plus a bad fever & headache but idk what causes them can anyone tell me 😭) also i have a tooth extraction scheduled on Monday so yeah... wished my future self a good luck

[misshoneyimhome]

oh yes! i second the request for dad william! maybe a family skate or going to the first game of the season? 🥹

Oh, we’re really on a Dad!Willy roll here, and it’s melting my heart 🥹 I’m absolutely obsessed with it right now—literally any little moment between William and his son (because yes, we’re sticking with Eliot here, sorry, not sorry!) is just pure sugar for my brain 🤗❤️‍🔥

Tropes & warnings: no warnings, except once again overload cuteness! Dad!Willy x reader, baby!Eliot, season opener

Word count: 1.7K

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Daddy 88 - A First Season | dad!willy x reader ✐

The air inside the arena buzzed with excitement as fans returned for the season opener, anticipation running high after a long summer break. For you, though, tonight felt different. Holding Eliot in your arms, now seven months old, you couldn’t help but feel both pride and joy seeing him here for his first full season opener. Last year, he’d been so tiny, barely a month old when you’d first brought him to a game during the playoffs. But tonight, he was older, more aware, and it was clear he was beginning to take in this incredible part of William’s world.

Finding your seats in the family section, you settled in, adjusting Eliot so he could see the rink more easily. He was dressed in a mini version of William’s jersey, with “Daddy 88” printed on the back in bold letters. It was still a bit big on him, which only made him more adorable. The crowd around you was vibrant with blue and white, and Eliot’s eyes went wide, taking in the sea of fans, the lights, and the booming excitement filling the arena. Occasionally, he babbled, his little hands reaching out to touch the jersey fabric, his tiny fingers exploring its texture with curiosity.

“Big night for you, huh, little one?” you whispered, smiling down at him as he looked up with those bright blue eyes, his face full of wonder. “Your first home opener. You’re going to love this.”

The stadium dimmed, and the cheers rose as the players made their way onto the ice, William among them. You spotted him quickly, and so did Eliot, who squealed with excitement, kicking his legs in your lap. William skated by, scanning the stands until he found you both. His grin spread wide as he caught sight of Eliot’s jersey and his bright, eager expression. He waved up at you with a quick, playful salute before turning his focus back to the game.

The music blared, the lights flashed, and Eliot was absolutely captivated. Every time the crowd cheered, he joined in with squeals of delight, his face lighting up with joy. It was as if he knew he was part of something big, even if he couldn’t fully understand it. Watching him react to the excitement around him made your heart swell—you could already see the beginnings of his own little love for the game.

Midway through the second period, the crowd’s anticipation grew as William made his way toward the goal. You held your breath as he manoeuvred past the defenders, lining up his shot. Then, with a swift flick of his stick, the puck sailed past the goalie and into the net. The arena erupted, and Eliot, sensing the excitement, let out a delighted squeal, clapping his hands along with the crowd. He didn’t fully grasp what had happened, but he could feel the energy all around him.

You lifted him a little higher, bouncing him in your arms as the cheers swelled, letting him join in as if to say, “That’s my dad!” William skated past, throwing a quick glance toward the stands, his grin widening when he saw Eliot, cheering him on with you.

Throughout the game, William’s focus stayed on the ice, but you noticed he’d steal glances up toward the stands, his gaze always finding you and Eliot. Seeing the two of you there seemed to fuel him, adding an extra fire to his game, and you could feel his pride radiating even from afar. Every so often, you’d lift Eliot up a little higher, letting him wave as if to say, “Look at me, Dad! I’m here for you!”

As the game unfolded, Eliot remained mesmerised. His eyes darted from the players to the big screens, and his little hands clutched onto your fingers as he bounced slightly with the action on the ice. He seemed especially fascinated when the puck moved quickly or when the players crowded around the goal, watching intently as the game unfolded. It was almost as if he knew that this was his dad’s world—a world that he, too, was now a part of.

By the third period, the Leafs were in the lead, and the crowd was on its feet with every play. Eliot joined in, clapping his hands along with the fans, letting out little cheers that made everyone around you smile. When the final buzzer sounded and the home team had won, the arena erupted, and Eliot squealed with pure delight, his laugh blending into the roar of the crowd. You couldn’t help but laugh along with him, caught up in his joy and the thrill of the moment.

After the game, you waited for the crowd to thin before making your way down to the tunnel entrance, where William would join you. When he appeared, still in his gear but grinning with satisfaction, Eliot’s eyes lit up, and he reached his tiny arms out towards his dad.

“Hey, champ,” William said, lifting Eliot from your arms with a smile that was all pride and love. He held him close, brushing a hand over Eliot’s white hair. “What did you think? Did you enjoy watching Daddy play?”

Eliot responded with a babble and a big grin, patting William’s shoulder as if to say, “You were great!” 

William laughed, glancing over at you with a look that made your heart skip a beat.

“Thank you for bringing him tonight,” he said softly, reaching over to squeeze your hand. “I know he’s too young to remember this, but…I will. Seeing him here with you… it means everything.”

You smiled, reaching up to adjust Eliot’s little jersey. “I think he loved it, Will. Look at him—he’s your biggest fan already,” you teased, watching as Eliot clung to William, his head resting comfortably on his dad’s shoulder.

William looked down at Eliot, his eyes softening as he adjusted him in his arms. “Looks like we’ve got a future fan on our hands. Or maybe…” he paused, glancing at you with a playful gleam in his eye, “…a future player?”

You laughed, nudging him playfully. “Oh, don’t get ahead of yourself, Nylander. We’ll let him decide when he’s older. But if he takes after you… well, I’d say the Leafs better watch out.”

William chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to Eliot’s forehead. “Deal,” he agreed, a warm smile spreading across his face. “But until then, we’ll just keep cheering together.”

As the three of you walked out of the arena, you felt the magic of the night settling around you. Eliot was snug against William’s chest, his tiny hands clutching at his dad’s shirt, his eyes starting to droop with sleep. This season opener had been more than just the start of a new hockey year; it had marked the beginning of a new tradition, one you’d share as a family for many seasons to come.

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The rink felt familiar yet intimate in the quiet morning, just a couple of days after the excitement of the season opener. The stands were empty, and only a few team families were on the ice, creating a peaceful atmosphere that felt worlds away from game night’s electric roar. You held Eliot close, bundled in his little jacket, hat, and mittens, as he took in the sights, mesmerised by the smooth expanse of ice that seemed to sparkle under the arena lights.

William skated over, a huge smile lighting up his face when he saw the two of you waiting by the boards. “Alright, ready for another adventure, little man?” he murmured, ruffling Eliot’s hat gently. Eliot babbled, eyes wide with fascination, as William held out his arms to take him.

“Go easy on him,” you teased, passing Eliot over. “The poor kid just survived his first home opener a few nights ago!”

William laughed, cradling Eliot in one arm as he skated in a gentle circle, keeping a steady pace to give Eliot his first real taste of being on the ice. “Oh, he loved it. Didn’t you, bud?” he murmured to Eliot, who responded with a delighted squeal, his tiny fists reaching out, wanting to touch the ice.

With Eliot securely in his arms, William glided back and forth, moving at a slow, soothing rhythm that had Eliot giggling. He occasionally tilted him closer to the ice, just enough for Eliot to feel the cool air beneath his feet. His eyes were bright, taking it all in, already as mesmerised by the ice as he had been by the roar of the crowd on game night.

After a few rounds, William skated back towards you, an excited look in his eyes. “How about we take him for a little family lap?” he suggested, holding out a hand.

You stepped onto the ice carefully, and with William’s arm wrapped securely around you, the three of you began gliding together. Eliot nestled between you both, looking from you to William with a big grin. Every so often, he reached for William’s jersey, his tiny fingers clutching at the fabric as if anchoring himself to this new world.

“He’s a natural,” William said proudly, gazing down at Eliot. “Look at him. He’s already got that Nylander focus.”

You laughed. “Oh yeah? You think he’s already scoping out future plays?”

William smirked, winking at Eliot. “I wouldn’t be surprised.”

As you reached the other end of the rink, you took a break, sitting with Eliot by the boards while William skated a few laps to warm up his legs. Eliot watched him with wide eyes, fascinated by every move his dad made—the graceful strides, the spins, the playful stops. William, noticing his audience, turned to give Eliot an extra little spin, sending him into fits of laughter that echoed through the empty arena.

When he finally skated back, William took Eliot’s tiny hand and held it gently, a playful glint in his eye. “See that, bud? Someday, you’ll be out here too, skating like that.”

You smiled, nudging him lightly. “Careful, Nylander. You’re getting ahead of yourself.”

William chuckled, shifting Eliot in his arms. “Maybe, but look at him—he’s already a natural on the ice. Give him a few years, and he could be the next big hockey star.”

You rolled your eyes with a laugh. “Alright, future hockey dad. But remember, we’ll let him decide.”

William grinned, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your forehead. “Yeah, I know. But I’m just saying—I’ve got a good feeling.”

As the three of you lingered together, the quiet rink around you, it felt like the perfect start to the season, a moment of family magic before the demands of the season picked up again.

[oneforthemunny]

break the ice |hockey!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: a scheduling mishap leads you and eddie to meet. or how you and hockey!eddie's story begins lol.

contains: eddie au. fluff. that's it. happy one year!

The hiss of the puck gliding over the ice, skittering into the goal, skates whizzing to a stop. It was comforting to Eddie. He’d never really known what people meant when they’d say “get in the zone” growing up, until he started playing again, playing for real this time. It was easy to focus on the sounds, silence your brain by tricking it to listen to the claps of the stick on the ice, the pop of the puck soaring, the- 

“Skidamarink a dink, a dink. Skidamarink a doo.” 

A clean miss, startled by the sudden blaring of music from behind him. Skates wobbling, knees locking into place. Eddie turned, squinting towards the other end of the rink. 

“Hey, hey!” Eddie skated, shouting over the music- horrendous at that, what was this song? 

“Excuse me,” You looked up, adjusting the volume on your boom box. “Hey, uh, sorry this is a closed practice.” Eddie skated to you, hockey stick waving exaggeratedly behind him. 

“Yeah it is.” You nodded, head tilting to the side slightly. “Are you… here to drop off?” 

“What? No, no, I-” Eddie paused, brows furrowed at you lightly. “I- this is my practice.” 

“Your practice?” You repeated, pointing at the ice below you. 

“Yeah.” 

“You’re here for the Snowflakes?” 

“No, I play for-” Eddie shakes his head, hand running over his face. “Snowflakes? What-” 

“-The three to four year old class?” You press, brow raised, face contorted in what Eddie could only assume was your best judgment masking, though by the scrunch in your nose, it wasn’t working very well. “For ice skating lessons?” 

“Lessons? Sweetheart, c’mon, does it look like I need lessons?” Eddie grins, smug and sweet. His heart skips when you bite back a smile, lips twitching. “I’m- I rent out the time to practice.” 

“Oh,” You frown slightly. “I, uh, I did too.” 

“You know what, let me- let me just go ask Max.” Eddie flashes you a dazzling smile. “I’ll get it sorted out.” 

“You’re both right.” Max droned behind the desk, flipping through a magazine lazily. “Both of you have the slot for today.”

“What? Why-Why would Bobby book up both spots?” Eddie frowned. “That makes no fuckin’ sense. I’m here every Thursday-” 

Max huffed, snatching the scheduling paper off the back wall, slapping it on the desk. “Eddie Munson. Five to six-thirty. Left.” Her blue eyes raised in boredom. “That means, you’re on the left side.” 

“Left? This is- That’s fuckin’ ridiculous, Max, c’mon-” 

“-It’s Bobby.” Max rolled her eyes. “He’s trying to double book, make more money during the dead season. I don’t know what to tell you.” 

“So I have to practice with a bunch of fuckin’ kids running around?” Eddie huffs. “How the hell am I gonna do that? Huh? Do you hear the shit they’re playing in there?” Eddie throws a hand out towards the rink. “I’m already about to lose my mind.” 

“So get some ear plugs, Eddie, I don’t know.” Max huffed, throwing her hands up. “You know I can’t refund you, so either leave, or suck it up. I honestly don’t care, Munson, up to you.” 

Eddie’s tongue poked the inside of his cheek, rolling furiously. Bunch of kids skating all around him, screaming and shit, he’d never get anything done. 

Still, Eddie’s eyes wandered back to you. In your matching tracksuit, a powdery blue that seemed to shine even under the fluorescents of the rink. He supposed there could be worse people to share the ice with. He faced Tommy Raider again next season, and he’d rather be with a bunch of screaming toddlers anyday over him anyday. 

Besides, the kids weren’t so bad. The occasional screech or laughter when you’d have them do something silly. It was cute, honestly, Eddie decided, seeing these little kids wobble around on skates while you cooed enthusiastically at them. 

“Ok, my little flurries,” You grinned, cheeks aching from the amount of feigned enthusiasm you had to muster. “Next week we’re going to really work on our glide.” You pushed off dramatically, soaring a few spaces then stopping. 

It was so exaggerated, over the top and made the kids giggle; Eddie was sure he was in love. 

“So be sure to be practicing holding your arms way, way out!” You extended your arms, beaming at the few who mimicked you. “And I’ll see you all next week!” 

Eddie had spent the majority of the time practicing what he’d say to you, how he’d ask you out. A classic chat up line always worked at the bar, always helped him score. Still, his knees wobbled, tight and a little unsure as he skated over to you. 

You were waving goodbye to a student, stepping off to the bleachers to undo your own skates. “Hey,” Eddie’s voice cracked, wobbly and unsure in his throat, teeth clenching in a grimace.

You looked up, a tiny half smile in greeting. “Hi. Hope we didn’t bother you too much.” 

“What? No. No, no, no. No, you didn’t-” Eddie took a breath, heart hammering in his chest, ringing in his ears. “It was… Yeah, that was really fun to watch actually. The, uh, seeing the kids in their skates and shit. You’re-You’re really good with them, and, uh…” The fuck is that Munson? The fuck are you doing? Eddie’s mind raced, furiously. 

“Thanks.” You grinned, a wicked little smile that had Eddie’s cheeks flushing. He hadn’t felt like this in years. Felt like he was back in middle school, swooning any time Connie Donohue would swish her hair over her shoulder, letting it land on his desk and brush his hand. 

“They’re a fun age. Super sweet. Not like the asshole eight year olds.” Your finger curled under the untied laces, shimmying them loose. 

“Oh? Eight year olds, they're the asshole group?” Eddie grinned, leaning against the rink’s surface. He hoped you couldn’t tell how he was flexing, muscles protruding under the tight, black material of his shirt. 

“Total assholes. I had them last year, and that’s why I switched-” 

“-Excuse me?” A tiny squeak of a voice came from behind you. You turned, expecting one of your kids who had forgotten a mitten or jacket. 

“Are-Are you Eddie Munson?” The small boy with wide eyes gaped at Eddie. 

Eddie flushed, swallowing, eyes flickering to you. Your brows creasing, looking at the tiny boy then back at Eddie. “Yeah, yeah that’s me.” Eddie forced a smile, gripping the rink as he stepped onto the bleachers, settling on the ones across from you. 

“What’s your name, little man?” Eddie grinned. 

“Samuel.” The boy grinned, a little shyly. 

“Samuel, that’s a cool name. How old are you?” 

“Eight.” The boy beamed. 

Eddie’s eyes cut over to yours, lips twisting, fighting back a grin. You blushed, turning away from his glances, cheeks burning with heat you hoped he didn’t see. “Eight? That’s a… that’s a cool age, right?” 

“Right.” Samuel nodded. “I-I watch you all the time with my dad and my mom.” Samuel babbled in true kid fashion. “You’re my favorite hockey player.” 

“Me? No way, c’mon.” Eddie shook his head playfully. 

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re from Hawkins too.” Samuel nodded, matter of factly. “They said that on-on the TV one time when I was watching.” 

“Yeah, that’s right.” Eddie nodded. “Used to practice here when I was your age.” He nodded over towards the rink behind him. 

“We went one time to a game, and… and you lost a tooth!” Samuel giggled in true, eight year old asshole form. “The other guy knocked it out when-when you were fighting!” 

Eddie laughed, a howling of a cackle that bounced off the walls of the rink, over the hum of the electricity and heat in the stands.

You watched carefully, interest piqued. You knew he was good, you’d watched him practice, it was obvious he had skill. And the name did sound familiar, plastered across headlines and the local news, one of Hawkins’ very own made it big. 

Eddie signed Samuel’s jersey, left him scampering back to his awaiting parents with a triumphant grin. “What are the odds of that?” Eddie beamed, grinning ear to ear when he looked over at you. 

You laughed, knotting your own skates together, reaching for your snow boots. “I, uh, I didn’t realize you-you played for the… Played hockey.” 

“Yeah,” Eddie shrugged, inked hand running down his arm. You tried not to stare. “It’s alright, really. Not bad benefits, but work hours are a little crazy.” 

“Yeah?” You laughed lightly. “I would say so. Pretty demanding.” 

“Oh yeah. And you lose a tooth or two sometimes.” Eddie’s eyes cut to yours playfully, a dimpled grin that had your heart shooting with heat. 

“Yikes.” You sucked in a breath dramatically. “That seems brutal.” 

“You ever been?” Eddie asked, untying his own skates, letting the blade rest on the cement barrier in front of him. 

“To… what? A game?” 

“Yeah.” 

“No.” You shook your head. “Not, like, a real hockey game. Not… Not one of yours.” Your knee bounced nervously, a little unsure even in your own answer. 

“You should come.” Eddie shrugged cooly, hoping you couldn’t see the way his hands shook with adrenaline. “Come to the opener in a few weeks. I’ll get you tickets.” 

“What?” You laughed lightly. “You- No, you don’t even know my name, and you’re gonna get me tickets? Yeah, right.” You rolled your eyes at him. 

“Well, I was hoping I could get your name, maybe your number too.” Eddie’s lips pursed lightly. “Get to know you before the game. Can give you those tickets next time I see you. What do you think? You free Friday night? Saturday?” 

You blushed, looking down at your boots, fiddling with the laces to avoid his gaze. “Saturday. I don’t have to work.” You looked back at him. 

“Saturday it is.” Eddie beamed. 

You scrawled your name and number on the torn corner piece of the schedule. Eddie had snatched it and a pen from behind the desk, ignoring Max’s huffs of annoyance. He’d clutched it the whole way home, paper a little soft from the dampness of his sweaty hands. The tiny slip of paper was taped to his landline, staying there long after Eddie had memorized the number. In your pretty, loopy handwriting for Eddie to see each time he called you. 

[dippindaz]

Could I request a comfort Eddie X reader where it’s thundering and he knows reader doesn’t like thunderstorms so he invited reader over for a stormy night sleepover?

Of course you can!! This prompt is cute 🥺 Eddie's comfort and fluff ahead :)

The sky had been threatening to open up all day, dark clouds rolling in like an ominous warning. You had watched the weather more than you cared to admit, each update confirming the inevitable: thunderstorms, lasting well into the night.

Eddie must have caught on at some point—he always did. You hadn’t told him about your dislike for thunderstorms directly, but he’d noticed the way you tensed up when thunder rumbled in the distance, the way you clutched your sleeves when the sky turned gray. So when your phone rang that evening, you weren’t surprised to hear his voice on the other end.

“What are you doing tonight?” he asked, his voice light but with a knowing edge.

“Um… hiding under a blanket and pretending the storm doesn’t exist?”

Eddie chuckled. “That’s a solid plan, but I’ve got a better one. Sleepover at mine. We can watch dumb movies, eat junk food, and I promise to keep the scary noises at bay.”

You hesitated for only a second before agreeing. Staying alone during a thunderstorm sounded awful. Staying with Eddie, though? That sounded kind of perfect.

By the time you got to the trailer, the first drops of rain had begun to fall, cool and light against your skin. Eddie greeted you at the door, his usual grin in place as he pulled you inside. "Welcome to your storm shelter," he announced, sweeping an arm toward his living room, which he had clearly prepared just for you.

A blanket fort covered most of the space, pillows stacked underneath like a plush nest. His collection of movies was spread out on the floor, along with an assortment of snacks that definitely weren’t part of a balanced diet. The lights were dim, and his guitar rested nearby, as if he’d been planning on playing for you.

“Eddie…” You turned to him, touched by the effort.

He shrugged like it was nothing. "I just figured, if you’re gonna be freaked out by the storm, you might as well be comfy while doing it."

Before you could say anything else, a loud clap of thunder shook the trailer. Instinctively, you flinched, and Eddie was there in an instant, draping an arm around you and steering you toward the blanket fort.

"Okay, movie time!" he declared, plopping down and pulling you with him. "You get to pick—horror or something ridiculously stupid?"

You shot him a look. "Why would I want to watch a horror movie during a thunderstorm?"

Eddie laughed. "Good point. Dumb comedy it is." He grabbed a tape and shoved it into the VCR before settling beside you, close enough that your arms brushed.

As the movie started, you sank deeper into the nest of blankets, grateful for the warmth—both from them and from Eddie’s presence beside you. The storm outside raged on, raindrops drumming against the trailer’s roof in a steady rhythm. Every so often, a flash of lightning illuminated the small space, followed closely by a rumble of thunder.

Eddie, in true Eddie fashion, was completely unfazed.

“You know,” he mused, reaching for a handful of popcorn, “if you think about it, thunderstorms are basically nature’s way of putting on a metal concert. Big, dramatic drum solos, crazy lighting effects—Mother Nature’s got style.”

You scoffed, nudging him with your knee. “That’s one way to look at it.”

“I’m just saying,” he continued, shoving popcorn into his mouth, “if you replace the thunder with an electric guitar, it’d be kind of badass.”

You rolled your eyes, but you had to admit, the way he talked about it made the storm seem a little less terrifying. A particularly loud crack of thunder boomed, and before you could react, Eddie’s arm was around your shoulders, tugging you against him.

“There,” he said, squeezing you lightly. “See? No storm can get you if I’m here.”

Your heart fluttered. It was such an Eddie thing to say—bold, dramatic, but somehow incredibly reassuring. You let yourself lean into him, resting your head against his shoulder.

"You think you could take on a storm?" you questioned with a chuckle.

Eddie scoffed, puffing out his chest dramatically. “Please. If this storm had any sense, it’d be scared of me.”

You raised an eyebrow, amused. “Oh yeah?”

“Hell yeah,” he said, nodding confidently. “I’d just walk outside, point at the sky, and be like, ‘Listen here, pal—I run this town.’ And boom, thunderstorm over.” He clapped his hands together for effect.

You laughed, the sound muffled against his shoulder. “I don’t think that’s how the weather works.”

“That’s because you’ve never seen me in action,” he shot back, grinning. “I’m telling you, I could totally fight a storm. I’d dodge lightning like a badass, throw hands with a tornado if I had to.”

You tilted your head up to look at him. “And what about the rain?”

Eddie smirked. “Oh, the rain respects me. It wouldn’t dare mess up my hair.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling. “So basically, you’re saying you’re a weather god?”

“Exactly.” He leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a dramatic whisper. “Eddie Munson: Master of Storms.”

Another loud boom of thunder rattled the trailer, and despite the ridiculous conversation, you still jumped. Eddie’s expression softened in an instant. He pulled you in tighter, his hand rubbing small, absentminded circles against your arm.

“This movie sucks,” you murmured after a few minutes, shifting slightly to get more comfortable.

Eddie gasped, scandalized. “Excuse you, this is a classic.”

“It’s literally just people falling over and making dumb faces.”

“Exactly! Peak cinema.” He gestured at the screen, where the main character had just slipped on a banana peel for the third time. “Tell me that’s not comedy gold.”

You shook your head, but you were smiling.

Another flash of lightning brightened the room, followed immediately by a thunderclap so loud it rattled the trailer. Without thinking, you grabbed onto Eddie’s shirt, clutching the fabric as your eyes squeezed shut. You barely had time to be embarrassed before he shifted, wrapping both arms around you and pulling you closer.

“Hey, hey,” he murmured, his voice softer now. “I got you.”

You let out a shaky breath, trying to ignore the heat creeping up your face. His hand rubbed soothing circles on your back, and it was such a simple, comforting gesture that you felt yourself relax despite the storm outside.

“Y’know, if it helps, I can start dramatically reciting poetry to distract you,” Eddie offered.

You snorted, tilting your head to look at him. “You know poetry?”

“Of course! I’m a man of many talents.” He cleared his throat, then dramatically placed a hand over his heart. “‘Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate—’”

You burst out laughing, the tension in your chest loosening. “You sound like you’re auditioning for Romeo and Juliet.”

“Please, I’d make a killer Romeo.” He turned to you with an exaggerated smolder. “O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?”

“Oh my God, stop,” you groaned, covering your face.

Eddie cackled, pleased with himself. “Admit it, you’d pay good money to see me in tights.”

You peeked at him through your fingers. “I’d pay good money to not see that.”

He gasped, feigning betrayal. “How dare you.”

Another loud crash of thunder shook the trailer, and Eddie immediately dropped the theatrics. Without hesitation, he pulled you even closer, until you were practically curled against his chest.

His voice was quieter now, gentle. “You doing okay?”

You nodded, feeling oddly safe here, wrapped in his arms, his warmth anchoring you against the chaos outside.

“Yeah,” you murmured. “I think I am.”

For a few moments, neither of you spoke. The storm outside carried on, but it didn’t seem so scary anymore. Not with Eddie beside you, holding you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Good,” he whispered, resting his chin lightly against the top of your head. “You’re safe here.”

[30somethingautisticteacher]

Thin Ice

I have recently fallen into the world of MM hockey romances and decided to try my hand at a Bucktommy hockey au.

Something about lacing up his skates makes Tommy feel more alive. On the ice, he feels free, unrestricted - the ice has been his escape since he was a little boy. While other kids dreaded early morning practices, Tommy lived for them. Hockey was the only way he could make his father feel proud, the only time he saw something other than disappointment in those cold eyes. But after practice or a game, taking off his skates deflates him slightly, bringing him back to the real world that isn't always kind to him.

"Listen up, boys!" Nash says in his big booming coach's voice as he enters the locker room, commanding attention instantly. "I know some of you are upset about Deluca's trade, but he was bringing down team morale. It will be good for him and good for us. Understood?"

"Yes, coach," the men say in unison, though Tommy catches a few exchanged glances.

"Now I want to introduce you to your newest team member. Evan Nash."

"Nash?" Tommy hisses, looking at the man standing next to his coach. Tommy has to stop himself from drooling. Evan is gorgeous - all broad shoulders and bright eyes, with a confidence that radiates through his stance.

"Yeah, he's Nash's son. We played together when I was in Philly," Diaz says, clapping Tommy's shoulder. "Buck's a good guy."

"Buck?" Tommy asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Nickname since his peewee days," Diaz explains. "Something about him being so wobbly on the ice like a baby deer at first, but then immediately taking to it. Like from a doe to a Buck in his first practice."

"Cute," Tommy grumbles, trying to hide how endearing he actually finds the story.

Continue reading on Ao3!

[gay-wh0re-slut]

HIHIHI I LOVELLVELOVE YOUR WRITING!!!

can i request rhea x reader fluff where the reader’s social battery runs out while they’re out somewhere and they start clinging onto rhea and she honestly doesn’t mind??

thank you sm and again I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM

hey so sorry about the delay :/ it’s been a lil over a month since you sent this in but i’ve had no motivation to write lately BUT this is so cute i couldn’t resist so thank you. i hope you like it :)

My Girl

rhea x reader

content: going to a wwe party with your hot buff goth gf but it got overwhelming towards the end but she comforts you just right bc she’s perfect in every way possible obviously

You and Rhea had been invited to the WW-Extravaganza. A yearly party for everyone to bring their significant others and show them off while they learn the ins and outs of the upcoming year. It was usually in October or November when no other holidays were happening.

Rhea couldn’t wait to take you. You hadn’t been able to go in the past because of work or family but you were finally able to this year. Though you had met almost everyone in the company, she was still excited to show you off.

She could tell you were a bit nervous as you were getting ready but she calmed you down easily, she was always so good at that.

You were in the middle of your makeup when this wave of anxiety hit you. You were shaking and trying to not to cry in hope of not ruining your makeup. You didn’t want to worry her so you kept quiet. When she walked past you at your vanity, she could immediately tell something was off, she was always good at that too.

“You know everyone there and there will be good food and drinks, and I’ll be right next to you the whole time, no need to worry,” she said holding you tightly from behind.

You took a deep breath as your nerves calmed underneath her. As she kissed the top of your head, you kissed her bicep.

“Plus you’ll be the hottest one there so,” she giggled.

“Look who’s talking,” you snap back.

“Can you blame me?” she posed behind you flexing her arms, devilishly smirking in the mirror as you looked at her.

You laughed shooing her away, “don’t get me going! I have to finish!”

“Okay, okay!” as she winked and walked to the living room.

The time came and went and the two of you were mingling throughout the crowd of muscular people and their significant others. Rhea immediately found Dom and the boys and as you talked with their wives about random things.

“So glad you could make it this year, it’s always so fun!” they said. “It’s so good to see you,” they ogled at your outfit and makeup as you glanced over to your girlfriend. She gave you an ‘I told you so’ look as you scrunched your nose at her before going back to the conversation.

It was maybe about an hour or so of talking with other wrestlers and making your rounds as Rhea’s girlfriend, holding her arm for comfort.

“Alright everyone please take your seats!” a booming voice said.

Shuffling around everyone found their way to their respective tables that had fancy name cards and decorations to represent the factions or groups of people. So of course, The Judgment Day’s center piece was purple and black with a scale and feathers. Where they found the scale was a question of its own but it was definitely a good choice.

Triple H talked while food was being served about how the year would go. Like what days the PLE’s would be, when specialty guests were coming, and other things of that nature. He wasn’t up there for long though but he did try to crack a few jokes.

“Now, please enjoy the food!” he walked off the stage, that had a makeshift ring, as everyone clapped.

“(Y/N)! I’m so happy you’re here,” Dom said.

“Me too! I’ve heard so many fun stories from the previous years,” you took a sip of your complimentary wine.

“And now you can make yer own,” Finn added.

“We’re gonna dominate in the games, don’t worry,” Damian tacked on.

“Yeah, last year Damage Control won almost all of them but we have you now,” Dom nudged you smiling.

You laughed, “I can’t wait!”

A familiar tattooed hand found its way to your bouncing leg and calmed it immediately. Rhea gave you a soft smile before going back to her food.

You talked and ate then played the games. There were games like: Pin the Belt on the Wrestler, Ring Pong, and Trivia and other wrestling inspired games strewn around the room. And just like Damian said, you and The Judgment Day brought home the gold, well, a silver plastic trophy that had a dumbbell statue on it with ‘Winner!’ engraved on the plaque.

“Hell yeah!” the australian yelled double high-fiving her boys. “You’re our good luck charm, baby!” she gave you a kiss as she dipped you back while the boys cheered.

Once the games were over everyone went back to talking and mingling. Some people left, but most stayed.

Your mind became tired and your body felt drained, you wanted to go home. It was already later than you wanted to stay out. It’s not like you weren’t having a good time but you realized quickly that your social battery was very low. You didn’t want to bother your girlfriend because you knew how much fun she was having. So you decided to keep quiet and try your best to stay involved.

You held Rhea’s arm, then switched to her hand, then back to her arm. When you were sitting, you laid your head on her shoulder, and rested your hand on her thigh. You did all this trying to stay attentive and in the conversations. You followed her around like a shadow the rest of the night.

“You okay baby?” she asked quietly.

“Yeah, just a bit tired is all,” you gave her a small smile.

“I noticed you’ve been attached to me for a bit, you sure?” she cups your jaw for a moment.

“I’m sure, just a little partied out,” you sigh, “but don’t worry I’m fine…really.”

“We can leave whenever you want,” she reassured you.

“No, I’m okay. I don’t want to stop you from having fun…” you took a deep breath before realizing it didn’t sound like you were having a good time so you added, “I am having fun too though, promise.”

“No, I know you. You’ve ran out, we can go, it’s okay. We’ve finished everyth-” she started.

“Baby,” you squeezed her arms, “I promise I’m good.”

She looked at you long and hard with her icy blue eyes, “okay,” she exhaled. “It’s late anyway, I was thinking about leaving soon, if that’s okay?”

“Perfectly fine, my love, whenever you want,” you raised yourself on your toes to kiss her before thumping back down.

“I love you so much. I’m so happy you’re here,” she smiled.

“Me too.”

[hughes86-43]

Sweet Treat pt. 2 | J.Hughes

first part here

requested: yes by anon :) lmk if you liked it!

warnings - none, I don’t think! just lots of cheesiness and fluff!

You just unlocked the door to your coffee shop, walking in you place all your bags on a nearby table so you could lock the door back. Taking your bags, you make your way to the front counter so you could start playing the low-fi beats playlist you like to play while getting everything turned on and started for the day.

Once you get the music going, you place your bags in your office. Looking at the clock, 6:15 am, knowing it’s now time to get to work, you wash your hands and throw an apron on and start getting all the pastries ready for the display case. Then after that, you move onto starting up the espresso machines and prepping the brewed coffee.

Looking at the clock again, it’s now 6:50, you see your co-worker Emily approaching the front door. She’s one of your best workers, having started working here from the beginning, and you’re so thankful for how hard she works. Once she gets inside, you say, “Good morning! Exciting day ahead!”

Today is the one year anniversary of the shop opening. All your hard work in getting the place up and running has finally paid off as business has constantly been booming in the last year. Thinking back to the opening day, you were so nervous it wouldn’t go well, but things have a way of surprising you, and everything has gone soothingly. Not to mention, it’s also been a year since you met your very cute boyfriend, Jack, who fell in love with you the moment he stepped into the shop that day. You remember how he was so clueless on what to order, so you suggested your favorite drink, and then you guys exchanged numbers. And it’s been nothing but up from there. You both are now desperately in love with each other.

Anytime that he can, he is always in the shop, and he usually brings either Luke or one of his teammates. Sometimes he is a distraction from what you need to get done, but you love when he comes by. He has been nothing but supportive and proud of how good of a job you have done with opening a business. He also never fails to tell anyone that he meets about your business and how successful you are. You truly don’t know what you would do without him. He makes it all easier, even though you met only a year ago and have been officially together for almost a year.

Emily pulls you from your thoughts, by clapping her hands, “Woo! One year!” She practically lives and breathes this shop the same amount as you do.

“I can’t believe it’s been a year already!” You finish up making both of your guys’ coffees, “Here, we need all the caffeine we can get today, if all goes well.”

She waves you off by saying, “Oh shush, you say that all the time, everything is going to go well.” You have been known to freak out about whether or not sales are going to go well on days, everyone knows this in the shop, and especially Jack knows your endless concerns about it. He does his best to reassure you each time, but so does your co-workers.

“I know, I know, I just can’t help but to freak out. Anyway, let’s finish up prepping and then it should be time to open.” You were promoting $3 lattes today with a purchase of a pastry, so you had to make sure everything was prepped with back ups.

Once all was ready, you turn on the main shop lights as well as the open sign and unlock the door. Within 15 minutes, customers have piled in at constant pace. And within another hour, you’ve already sold a whole tray of pastries. You and your co-workers have been working hard the last hour.

While you were busy in the back getting another tray ready, you hear Emily call from the front, “Y/N! Come here, a cute guy is here to see you!”

Instantly knowing it is Jack, you take off your apron and dust the flour from your hands and make it to the register. He’s standing there wearing jeans, a hoodie, and a jacket over the hoodie, and of course his outfit isn’t complete without the beanie on his head. Once you get done moving your eyes over his body, you notice he is holding two bouquets of flowers. You smile, knowing it’s most definitely reaching your eyes, you say, “Hi, babe! What are you doing here? I thought you had morning skate?” You act all shy now.

He laughs, “Love, it’s the one year anniversary of your shop opening, why else would I be here? As for morning skate, I skipped it, I think I’ll still be okay for the game tonight with skipping it” You shake your head while still beaming at him, and he continues, “But mostly I had to see my successful business owner girlfriend in all her glory!”

Feeling your cheeks getting red from his praise, you go around the counter and hug him. Pulling back from him, but not without a kiss to his cheek, you say, “Thank you for stopping by! Now what are the flowers for?”

“Well, the smaller one is for the anniversary of the shop. Look, I even got the lady to help match the colors to the colors of the shop!” Once he says that, you give him another hug, feeling overwhelmed with how thoughtful he is, even though it was surely his mom who suggested it.

“Aw, I love them, I’ll put them by the register!” You take them from his hand and go back to the register. You take the flowers that were already in the vase and throw them to the side, and then you put the ones he just got you in the vase. They matched perfectly.

When you’re done with putting those flowers away, he starts to continue about the others flowers, but is interrupted by the front door opening and customers coming. Emily noticing this, tells you it’s fine and that she can handle the front for a bit. Taking her up on that, you grab Jack’s hand and bring him to your office in the back and shut the door.

You give him a nod to continue. “Now these flowers are for you, since it’s been one year since I walked into this shop and instantly fell in love with the super cute owner,” He gives you a wink, “and now a year later, I couldn’t imagine my life without her.” He hands the flowers to you, you take them and awe over how beautiful they are, and then place them on your desk. You stand there for moment, completely blown away from how sappy his words were and how much love he has for you. You could cry just from what he said.

You wrap your arms around his neck and he places his hands on your hips, and you both stare into each other’s eyes with so much adoration. Now it’s your turn to be sappy, “Thank you, Jack, for everything. This last year since meeting you had been nothing but amazing. I love you so much.” He gives you a huge grin, and pulls you closer.

“I love you so much,” He says as he leans forward and kisses you. You deepen the kiss, savoring his every touch and feel on you. You both stay that way for a bit before pulling apart.

Still wrapped up in a hug, you lift your head up from his chest, with a smug look on your face, you say, “Remember when you fell while walking out the door after getting my number?”

That instantly has him shaking his head, trying to play it off, “Hey! I think I played that fall off pretty well, and I got your number!” You think back to how he fell and then turned around making sure you didn’t notice, but you did and upon that, he just waved at you and walked out the door.

“Hmm I guess you did,” shrugging your shoulders playfully.

“Whatever! You still ended up with me, despite that fall!”

“Yeah, I guess I did, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.” You say once again staring into his loving eyes. He gives you a peck on the nose, cheek, forehead, and then finally on your lips.

Knowing you need to get back to work, you give him one more big hug, and say, “Okay, as much as I now don’t want to, I do have to get back to work. Ya know, since I’m so successful?” You laugh, pulling away from him, making your way to the door.

Before you could get to far from him, he gives you small smack on the butt. “You know it baby! Don’t forget it, ever!” You love how much he believes in you and how proud he is of you.

Opening the door for you, he asks, “I’ll see you after the game tonight?”

Giving him an affirmative nod. “Yes, I’ll be at the game. I already packed a change of clothes so I can change before I leave here and I brought your jersey to wear.”

You didn’t think his smile could get any bigger, but it does. “Can’t wait to see you after, especially in my jersey. Are you coming back to my place after?” Not officially living together yet, you guys go back and forth to each other places when you can.

Walking into the front of the shop, you say back, “Well since I don’t have to work tomorrow, the answer is yes.” You guys both know that since you don’t have to work tomorrow that you get to be tangled up in the sheets for a bit longer compared to if you did.

“Perfect,” Then whispering into your ear, he says, “Then I definitely can’t wait to see you later.” You cheeks get red from what he is implying, but you’re glad there’s not that many customers to notice.

He kisses you goodbye, and he is almost out the door before you realize he is missing something. “Oh wait! You’re coffee!” He turns around and you grab his coffee to take it to him, while also reminding yourself to thank Emily for making it. Ever since the first time he came in, he has always gotten that coffee you suggested him, never once changing it.

When you approach, he replies back, “Oh, yeah. Gosh how could I forget it.”

Giving him his coffee, you couldn’t help but to say, “Couldn’t have you drinking boring coffee baby.”

He laughs as he remembers back to what you said to him a year ago, “Oh, I am never drinking boring coffee again, made that mistake one too many times.”

You bid him goodbye, and as soon as he makes it to the door and opens it, he trips. Luckily he didn’t spill his drink or hurt himself. He turns to see if you noticed, and of course you did, you just laugh at him as he gives you a wave and finally makes it safely to his car and drives away. As you walk back to the counter, you wonder how you could now ever live without the clumsy, cute boy that you met on opening day.

[live-laugh-lenney]

Could you possibly do dad Arthur hill plz??🥹 luv ur work!!🎀

please, this is so cute-

"babe, incoming!"

arthur hears yn shout over his echoing voice that had been booming around the venue during his soundcheck and he swings around on the heels of his loafers to look in her direction, eyes diverting down to where his toddler was waddling towards him on wobbling legs. a grin on his mouth as she collides into his legs and wraps her arms around one of his knees.

"hello, precious," he coos softly, bending down and lifting her up to his side, her bum resting on his forearm and her legs hanging down, feet kicking at his body as she wriggles in his hold, "give me a minute, lovie. god, just as impatient as your mum."

"oh, no. definitely as impatient as you," yn grins through her last few strides in his direction and he hands over his microphone to the hands of his manager who saunters away to put it somewhere safe, "george had to leave us to go and film for the podcast so we thought we'd walk here and come see you during soundcheck."

he wraps his free arm around her shoulders and pulls her into his side, pressing a kiss to her temple, and it wasn't long before his little girl was settled in his arms and looking around at the flashing lights and the instruments on stage, her eyes twinkling.

"have you eaten?"

"george insisted we took her to mcdonalds," yn rolls her eyes and he laughs in response, "think it was because he wanted one but she sat and had some nuggets so she's alright for food. i have some snacks in my bag though."

"have you?"

yn shakes her head. she'd swallowed back a chocolate milkshake as george and their little girl ate their lunch but she wasn't so hungry and decided to wait... knowing that she could eat in peace if her little one was occupied elsewhere.

"we're thinking of ordering in something here, fancy anything?"

they start their walk towards the backstage halls behind his current stage set-up, still to have their finishing touches applied, and yn says her hellos to those who smile at her on their way to his dressing room and ask her how she is, cooing at their little girl who absolutely revels in the attention she gets, and the two of them can't help but laugh at her when she gets all shy and soft.

"have you been a good girl for mummy today?" arthur hums softly at his daughter and she grins cheekily, clapping her hands, "i'll take that as a yes."

"she's been attached to george all day," yn laughs and falls onto the sofa of his dressing room, his foot knocking the door closed so it was just the three of them for a little while, "think she has a little crush on him."

"on george?" arthur teases, poking his fingers into his daughter's belly and cackling when she squeals back at the ticklish feeling, "you have him wrapped around your finger, huh?"

"he claims he's the 'funcle'."

arthur rolls his eyes and sets the little girl down on the floor, letting her roam free as he sits down beside his girlfriend and sets an arm around her shoulders, fingers tickling her upper arm.

"still coming to the show? mum's offered to babysit for the night so you can have some fun," arthur wonders and yn nods soflty, "got you and the guys some backstage passes, too, so you can come and chill her before and after."

"like a groupie," she cackles, "i like that." xx

[psiroller]

a kiss with a fist and such

i'm working on a lil somethin something where chilchuck and laios get into a fistfight at a bar and then make out. here's a really cringe aperitif to set up the conflict. it's pre-canon, i guess?? falin, namari and shuro are there. unfortunately for them.

nothing much happens in this excerpt but the final will involve romantic interests being violent to each other. i'd recommend not reading it if you're sensitive to that, but it's nothing too far outside the realm of what is portrayed in the manga lol

Laios had read volumes upon volumes of advice for the aspiring dungeon crawler and the content of this research could be summed up as thus: the party leader’s main objective is to keep everyone from killing each other before a monster can. The old king’s dungeon contained labyrinths that slithered like restless serpents, spike traps, false walls, beasts and enchanted baubles, but no trick more treacherous than pitting adventurers against one another. Why bother with conjuring monsters if you could simply torment your intruders until someone snapped? Sometimes a squabble over good loot was all it took for a party to dissolve.

Falin did most of the work in smoothing over the occasional interpersonal conflict, her calm smile and soft voice able to soothe even banshees, but there was only so much goodwill Laios’ kind little sister could afford him. Not everyone cared to learn the ins and outs of minotaur husbandry, or the complicated respiratory system of a seven-headed hydra, halfway down the magic murder hole. Laios didn’t really know what else there would be to talk about in a dungeon, though, so he often ran his mouth to fill the silence.

“Laios, if I hear one more fact about manticore scat I’ll make sure you’ll be living the dream.”

Chilchuck glowered up at Laios, hands on his hips, brows furrowed into a cute little crease.

“C’mon, it was relevant,” Laios said, cleaning his hands off with an already filthy handkerchief. “It’s fresh, so the monster’s nearby.”

“Fantastic news! I didn’t need a report on the texture. Let’s go.”

Chilchuck, the new hire, was an ornery sort. Good at his job—one would hope, with the astonishing upfront fee—but not with people. Laios could relate. A glance at the scrunched-up faces of Namari, Marcille and Shuro confirmed that Chilchuck wasn’t just bitching for the sake of it this time. He searched Falin’s strained grin for some backup, but she was at a loss.

Luckily, there were workarounds for the warrior in want of charisma.

“Cheer up, little guy.” A vein bulged out on Chilchuck’s forehead; Falin grimaced and mouthed an apology behind Laios’ back. “I’ll buy everyone a round at the tavern once the job’s done.”

Chilchuck debated holding the grudge, then sighed with a slumping of the shoulders.

“All the more reason to get a move on, then,” Namari said cheerily, glad to forget the scene they’d just witnessed. She clapped Chilchuck on the shoulder as she passed, staggering him out of his confrontational stance. He grunted and let it go, folding his hands behind his head and continuing down the tunnel.

“Nailed it,” Laios whispered to Falin, who met him with a congratulatory pat on the back. Wasting his cut of the profits on beer wasn’t wise with rent coming up, but the party’s cohesion was important, too. They’d managed to kill a green dragon last week, and it would be nice to keep that ball rolling.

“Good job, big brother! Um, next time, maybe don’t… call Chilchuck that.” “Why? I’m just trying to be friendly.” “Um… well, with half-foots, it’s sort of a-“

“C’mon, you two. Unless you want to get the bill after happy hour ends,” Chilchuck called, his small voice booming off the stone tiled walls.  Laios jogged after the rest of the party, armor clanking as he went, with Falin not far behind.

[riahollywood]

thunderstorm where y/n is scared of thunderstorms and there’s a huge one outside and erling comforts her and it’s just really cute and fluffy? 🥰

the loud crash of rain hit the window as the sound of thunder echoed throughout room causing you to jump under erling’s usually cosy duvet.

giving up on trying to sleep, you carefully peeled yourself out of erling’s arms and sat up in bed. looking over at your boyfriend, you silently cursed him for being able to sleep through anything.

you wanted nothing more than to wake him up and have him have him comfort you, tell you everything was going to be okay and distract you from the booming storm that had been going on for the past hour. but erling had had a late night game and you couldn’t bring yourself to wake him up.

you put your feet into your slippers and grabbed erling’s hoodie that he had left draped over a chair in the corner of the room, immediately feeling a little more settled as you engulfed the familiar smell of his aftershave.

entering the lounge, you stuck the tv on and got comfy on the sofa, wrapping a blanket over your legs. you flicked through the channels and settled on some rip off version of selling sunset, really just wanting a bit of background noise as a distraction.

you couldn’t help a yelp escape you when a loud clash of thunder erupted and a strike of lightning flashed through the light curtains of erling’s lounge.

as your body begun to tremble, you bought the blanket up to cover your head. the storm showed no signs of stopping or even slowing down as the sound of the heavy rain remained constant, bursts of thunder going off every minute and flashes of lightning following each time.

you sniffled quietly, closing your eyes tightly to try and block out the lightning.

you were bought out of your trance once you felt a gentle hand on you. letting the blanket fall from you, erling was lent down to your level, visibly concerned.

“baby, what’re you doing up? it’s 4AM.” he spoke, voice deep and his accent stronger than usual. he rubbed his eyes and you felt awful for waking him.

“i’m sorry for waking you, i just- i had to do something to at least try and distract myself.” you spoke, sniffling in your best attempt to stop yourself from sobbing.

“oh sweetheart, is it the storm? are you scared?” erling asked and you nodded, not being able to hold back the tears anymore.

“hey, hey. it’s okay baby. i’m here, you’re safe. nothing is going to hurt you.” he was still crouched down to your level, gently stroking your cheek as he spoke.

“you should’ve woken me up, darling. how long have you been out here?”

you shrugged. “i didn’t want to wake you, it’s not fair after your game.”

erling took a seat next to you on the sofa, leaning over so he could look you in the eyes.

“what do you say i make us some hot chocolates and we cuddle up and watch that movie we were talking about till the storm settles down?” he asked and you nodded. he always knew how to make things better but just having him there and saying comforting words made you feel safe and as though nothing could harm you.

erling made the drinks and stuck the film on before cosying you next to you on the sofa, wrapping both of you up under the blanket.

“next time, wake me up. i don’t care how tired i am, you’re my girl and my number one priority. forever.” erling spoke softly and some of the anxious feeling that had taken over your stomach somewhat subsided at his sweet words.

it wasn’t long before there was another paticularly loud clap of thunder that made you jump and whimper slightly. erling grabbed your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“darling, you’re safe. i promise.” he spoke softly but reassuringly.

“it’s just so loud.” you whined, looking up at him.

“i know, baby.” he replied tenderly, wrapping him arm around you and encouraging you to cuddle up into his side.

“you know i would never let anything hurt you.” he kissed the top of your head and you hummed in response, closing your eyes and trying to focus on the man who you knew would never let any harm happen to you.

erling stroked your hair and held your hand until finally the storm quietened down.

eventually you fell asleep on him, and once he was certain you were out he carefully picked you up and carried you back to bed where he cuddled up behind you, planting a soft kiss on your shoulder before he drifted off to sleep himself, with you wrapped up in his arms.

[seokminded]

Svt members x staff reader (she is dating joshua) who has been working with them since debut . The readersn reaction to svt finally winning a daesung eyiwhsjehsjs my brain has been braining

Anon, this is so cute! Seriously though the idea is top-notch. TYSM! I present to you:

DAESANG

Pairing: Joshua ✗ staff!r.

Genre: emotional fluff

Warnings: forehead kiss, est. relationship between r. and Joshua, mini-smau included, not proofread, might start the waterworks.

I wanted to make this kinda realistic so you're all in the dressing rooms when you get the news. Anon if u like this, lemme know cause that'll make me happy.

"Y/n what is it? Are you alright?"

You clasped your hand around your ajar mouth as you felt tears prickle your eyes. Looking up you find Joshua's features twist in anxiety.

Your sudden sharp gasp had alerted the team who were all seated in cushioned chairs with professional make-up and hair artists behind them. You had 2 more hours to go before the your team was to perform their recent hit on the Daesang-worthy stage, when you received a text from a close acquaintance who also happened to be the co-host for the evening's event.

"Y/n! Talk to me! What happened?"

Joshua shook you out of your trance and looking at him made the tears roll down your flushed cheeks.

"D-daesang! You guys are finally getting a daesang!"

You choked out and smiled while looking at the other members who mirrored the shock registered on your face a minute ago. Your words had everyone in the room staring at you, praying that you weren't joking.

"Y/n, are you serious? G-guys did you hear that?"

His voice soft and barely above a whisper. Before you could answer him, Seungcheol's voice boomed from behind your boyfriend.

"Who's finally getting a daesang? I need to hear that again Y/n, a lil' louder."

"Leader-nim YOU'RE FINALLY GETTING A DAESANG! SEVENTEEN IS FINALLY GETTING A DAESANG!"

You yelled out enough for the entire dressing room to hear before cheers and claps bombarded your ears. Before you knew it, everyone was up and out of their seats and all the members were rushing toward each other. Before you lost Joshua in the crowd you grabbed the velvet cuff of his jacket and pulled him close. Closing any distance left between you two, you threw your hands around him.

"Shua I'm so proud of you! I know how long you've waited for this!"

With a sweet smile playing on his lips and moisture in his eyes he placed the lightest kiss on the top of your head and replied.

"Hearing this news from you makes this even better."

Pulling away, you smiled and nudged him to go join the other members.

A much-anticipated win like this, had your mind reeling. You recollected the past and your debut days with the team. You thought about the day you gifted Seungcheol a smartphone, when you helped the boys choose a stage name, scheduled their first ever MBC stage, finalized their first MAMA stage outfits, and your first date with Joshua. Some of the most memorable 'firsts'.

You'd seen this team grow from co-trainees to co-workers to family. Through the highs and lows, you'd been by their side and this was a high you didn't wanna come down from.

"Y/n-ah, you're not pranking us right? Cause I'll cry if this isn't real."

"You're already crying though Seokmin. And no, I would never joke about something like this."

Wiping away the tears clinging to his lashes he flashed you a smile.

"Then why're you just standing there? No group hug?"

You heard Jeonghan ask you with a cocked eyebrow as he poked his head out of another members' arms who was giving him a hug.

That was it for you. You couldn't hold back your emotions anymore. Warm tears cascaded down your face as you found your place next to Joshua who wrapped his arm around your waist and used the other to wipe the wetness off of your face.

"Everybody fall in!"

Seungcheol gestured to all the other staff present in the room.

"I really don't know what to say right now so-"

Clearing his throat, loud and clear the walls resonated,

"Say the name!"

This really was the loudest reply you'd heard in all these years. Exuberant and merry.

"SEVENTEEN!"

"We are!"

"SEVENTEEN!"

"Who always wins?"

"SEVENTEEN!"

The room erupted with joyous applause as everyone repeated after him. You looked up at Joshua and whispered.

"Till the last 'say the name'?"

With a glint in his dark eyes, he whispered back.

"Till my last breath. You and me."

Wipe your tears.

WOHOO my first emotional piece.

Ask more stuff here!

[mable-stitchpunk]

Going Home in a Box: Chapter 72- Teaser

Her box was tipped to assist in getting her up some short steps, with Mike and Fritz swearing and snickering respectively as they got it up onto the stage and rolled it into position. Mike gave a couple knocks to the top of the box, Charlie quietly knocked back, and then listened as their footsteps retreated.

It was almost immediately after that when she heard some thumping in movement back towards the steps of the stage. She had a suspicion what it was, but it was only confirmed when she heard something getting wheeled up beside her. Baby.

“You’ve got this! You’ve GOT this!” Ennard whispered loud enough that she could hear it. Baby gave a near silent hum of agreement- one that Charlie did not hear- and Ennard was off the stage as fast as he had come on.

Baby only waited long enough for the audience to not be as suspicious when she suddenly came to life and then went straight into character. Her voice light and bubbly.

“Hello, everybody! My name’s Ringleader Lizzie and we’re going to be having a singsong in just a moment. I hope you will join me! My, there’s so many happy faces out today!... And so many stars and stripes!” Baby gasped. “It must be… The Fourth of July! I love the Fourth of July! Is there going to be fireworks? Oh, I should’ve brought sparklers- Oops, I’m getting a little off-track.”

Charlie could hear her wheeling her roller skates back and forth to emphasize. “But I’m not celebrating alone today. I’ve brought a friend with me!” She knocked on the top of the box quickly. “Wake up, Sleepyhead.”

That was her cue. Steading herself one last time, Charlie got into character and popped out of her box. Though took care not to lose her flag printed visor and taped on sunglasses in the process, a few Fourth of July themed accessories to replace her too-hot jacket. Baby’s only additional accessories was her plush pig covering her claw and a cluster of red, white, and blue star-studded balloons that had been tied to her back and bobbed in the air above her as she moved.

It was also only now when she caught sight of the Fourth of July celebration in the middle of Hurricane. The parade had been earlier in the day, but the crowd still hung around for the food stalls, carnival games, an oversized bounce house, and the impending fireworks once it got dark. It was still a long way from dark though, with a bright blue sky dotted with clouds stretched above the town. The smell of fresh cut grass and grilling meat hung on the air. It was the perfect summer day for a holiday like this.

 Charlie rose from her box in a stretch, yawning like she had roused from a nap. Baby presented her with a wave.

“Lottie the Puppet, everybody! Give her a round of applause.”

While they clapped, Baby rolled back just a little bit so she would be able to lean forward without bumping heads while they were exchanging banter. Much to Charlie’s relief, she still remembered the lines they had written together even now that she was out of her box and under the gaze of a couple dozen onlookers and whoever decided to pass by in the meantime.

“Have a nice nap, Lottie?” Baby asked. She leaned forward and cocked her head cutely.

“It depends. Where are we?” Charlie asked. She looked around and tilted her own head in confusion.

“We’re at-! Umm, I’m not sure. But there’s a lot of people here just dying to meet you!”

“Oh, okay.” Charlie fanned herself with her hand. “Yikes. Did we have to do this on the hottest day of the year?”

“Mm-hm! Besides, you could use a little sun. You’re looking a little pale.”

Charlie looked off stage at the audience.

“But it’s supposed to be sunny! And that’s because… it’s the Fourth of July!”

“Oh, Boom Boom Barbeque Freedom Day?”

“No! Hot Dog and Family Time Day! And the freedom to stuff your face and spend as much time with your family as you can stomach. But not just family, friends too!” Baby turned her attention to and addressed the audience. “Lottie and I are best friends! We go back a long, long way. We’ve known each other since we were babies!”

“In pigtails and onesies, daycare days,” Charlie agreed.

“We spent so much time together. When we were kids, we used to have sleepovers every weekend for the whole summer!”

“We didn’t get much sleep.”

“But we had plenty of fun in the sun!”

“I wasn’t so pale back then.”

“So, we wrote a song about it!” Baby chirped. “And you all are going to be the first ones to hear it!”

“Maestro, hit it!”