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could u write something about hybrid puppy caleb being nasty as hell..(leaving this open, feel free to do whatever uw im open to anything). i love ur writing sm i cant stop sending asks BYEEE i was wondering if u take anons? if so can i be 💐? have a lovely day xx

𝐚/𝐧: i love puppy hybrid caleb... i dont think this is very "nasty" in the sense of the word, but i've been brainrotting about puppy waiter caleb for quite some time and maid day was a few days past so... i love writing for hybrids hehe. back in the day, there used to be this hq hybrid acc i was super into on here and i would frequent their page often heh. i kind of got distracted at the end but whatever its fine sighhh. thank you 💐 anon for giving me an excuse to write this 😋.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: puppy hybrid! caleb x fem! reader 𝐜𝐰: smut, overstimulation. 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: open.

it had started with a stupid comment.

she hadn’t meant it seriously— just an offhanded joke tossed to one of her friends while she and caleb were out buying groceries one evening, something about how those themed cafes with butlers or maid were always kind of… cute. silly. harmless

she hadn’t thought anything of it, merely a mention that they’d likely have a sale for the upcoming “maid day”. but caleb had heard.

he hadn’t said anything that night. just turned his head slightly, one ear twitching in the subtle way it did when he was paying attention to something he pretend not to be.

and now, somehow, here she was— standing in the their living room after returning home from work, door barely half-shut, blinking in stunned silence. 

frankly, it was suspicious. caleb was rarely quiet, especially not in the mornings. usually he greeted the day like it owed him something— loud yawns, half-buttoned shirts, big grins.

but today? silence. at least, until she finally spotted him.

there stood caleb, ears perking up at the sound of her entering the open-plan kitchen-living room space. 

the white button-up shirt he wore stretched across his chest, its collar messily done up, and the sleeves bunched up and slightly wrinkled like he had had been tugging at them nervously earlier. the pink pants were too fitted to be deemed anything close to comfortable in her eyes, the apron tied at his hips doing absolutely nothing to tame the broad frame it cinched in. it was pink and white plaid, with little ruffles along the hem and a small satin bow at the base of his spine, right above the soft wage of his tail. 

and, as if that wasn’t enough— frosting. a small, very deliberate smear of white on his cheek. 

he simply beamed.

“what are you wearing, caleb?” she finally asked, brows drawing into a confused furrow.

caleb tilted his head, hands innocently behind his back as his tail wagged a mile a minute. “it’s maid day,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “wasn’t that somethin’ you mentioned once? somethin’ cute?”

“you… remember that? were you eavesdropping?”

he stepped closer, ignoring her accusation entirely. “i made breakfast,” he said, proudly. “figured i’d serve it up like a proper house pup.”

she sat slowly, still stunned as caleb presented her a plate with surprising care: pancakes, stacked with melted butter and syrup dripping along the edges with a mound of frosting, beside a slightly too runny sunny side up egg.

he stood behind her once she started eating, arms crossed, watching eagerly.

“well?” he asked, tail twitching almost nervously, ears perking up against as he waited for her response.

“it’s good,” she said, voice muffled by a mouthful of pancake. “why’s the egg so— “

“don’t worry about it,” he interrupted, before she could ruin the moment. “it was just that stupid pan, but i tried real hard, so isn’t that all that matters?”

she could tell by the flicking of his tail that he was nervous, eagerly awaiting her response. 

there was another beat of silence as she took another bite— and that’s when caleb leaned in.

“by the way…” he said, practically purring, brushing a knuckle to his cheek. “i think i got a lil’ somethin’ right here. right there. frostin’. could you maybe…”

he trailed of, nudging his face toward her, ears twitching. 

she sighed. “you’re ridiculous.”

but she leaned up, gently brushing her thumb over the smear. that was all the permission he needed.

in an instant, caleb let out a pleased, puppy-like hum and nuzzled into her hand, rubbing his cheek against her palm before quickly shifting to lick it— one long, deliberate lap.

“caleb!” she gasped, trying to pull away, but he caught her easily, tail wagging wildly. 

“you said i was ridiculous,” he said, half laughing, half whining. “but you haven’t told me to stop.” he held her hand pressed to his cheek with two firm ones.

“your hands are so gentle,” he whispered. his eyes, flushed deep violet, looked up at her with a dangerous kind of devotion, all puppy-dog sincerity wrapped in pure, unadulterated, debilitating love. 

his tongue brushed along her cheek before she could speak. “you like this, don’tcha? you like it when i act dumb for you.”

“stop it— “ 

“but you were smilin’,” he said with a wicked grin. “saw it. you’re all flustered.”

she tried to push him off, but caleb was bigger. stronger. and annoyingly needy.

he whined again, low and soft in his chest, like she was about to leave him out in the cold. “c’mon, baby. just pet me a little. tell me i’m good. i dressed up and everythin’…”

his tail brushed across her legs as he leaned in closer, voice dropping. “i’ll do anything’….”

her heart kicked hard against her ribs.

the apron brushed against her knees as he grew close, his hands sliding around her waist, warm palms pulling her closer. “been thinkin’ about this all mornin’,” he admitted, half under his breath, “’bout you touchin’ me. praisin’ me. let me serve you properly. like a good waiter would.”

the air shifted between them. heated. 

he leaned in again, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “say i’m good. say it once and i’ll be the best pup you ever had.”

her hands found his hair, sliding between the soft space between his twitching ears. 

and when she finally spoke, low and soft, it broke something in him. 

“you’re such a good boy, caleb.” 

his breath caught. and then he growled— not in anger, but in something needier, more primal. 

she barely had time to register the shift before he leaned forward and kissed her— messy, eager, with the same urgency he gave to every part of his life. his ears twitched, on flopping forward as if to listen in on her heartbeat, his tail curling slightly behind him in its furious wagging. 

he didn’t stop at one kiss. caleb chased her mouth like he was starving, like she was the only thing in the would that could sate him. his hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him as he licked her bottom lip with a small, teasing flick— less polished, more instinctual. 

“i wore this dumb frilly thing just for you,” he mumbled against her lips, breath warm and quick. “didn’t think i’d like it, but… you lookin’ at me like that— “ he groaned softly, his forehead pressed to hers now. “say you like it. please. just say it.”

wide-eyed and breathless, she nodded slowly. “you… you look cute,” she whispered, barely audible. 

his whole body responded— ears perked, tail wagging in a blur. he lit up like a fuse, practically vibrating with joy, before dragging her down into another kiss, hands roaming but still restrained— just barely. 

“tell me i’m good again,” he muttered, mouth brushing against the curve of her jaw now. “tell me i’m good, please. woke up early to make you breakfast. got frosting’ on my cheek and didn’t lick it just so you’d touch me. all for you.”

his lips ghosted along her neck, needy and reverent. his breath hitching as she scratching behind his ears, a delight sound spilling past his lips.

“i’ll do anything— ‘m serious. i’ll behave, i’ll kneel, i’ll bark, i don’t care— just say it again.” 

the apron bunched around his waist as he shifted against her, still clinging, still pressing kisses anywhere he could reach. his tail thumbed again, half-wrapped around her ankle now and his ears twitching at every sound she made, every soft breath or sigh.

“i love you, caleb…”

eagerly in response, he licked her cheek without warning again— just a soft, eager swipe like it was the most natural thing in the world. “you taste sweet too.”

“caleb,” she said, a mixture between a laugh and an exasperated sigh.

“what?” he grinned, all mischief and love as he pulled back a bit to get a better look at her face. “you let me kiss you. now i gotta touch, gotta hold— gotta do somethin’ or i’m going to explode.”

gently, she cupped his cheeks, thumbing over the faint freckles on his face. she watched him tilt his head in her grasp, staring up at her with that smitten gaze of his. with a hum, she peppered sweet, feather-light kisses to his skin, finally giving into his pleas. 

she kissed him again, and again and he melted into every one— hot, soft, trembling with affection as he murmured, “love you, love you so much. let me show you. let me— “

his violet eyes gleamed with a mix of playfulness and barely restrained desire as he straddled her lap, his larger frame enveloping hers. 

the soft fabric of his pink pants stretched taught over his muscular thighs, the frill apron at his waist fluttered softly as he shifted his hips, grinding down against her pajama-clad bottom.

caleb’s breathing grew heavy as he nuzzled at her collarbone, nipping at the sensitive skin as he panted. he was painfully hard, his erection straining against the confines of his pants. the outline of his cock, complete with the distinct knot at the base, was clearly visible. he squirmed, leaning more of his weight against her, unable to contain the overwhelming urge to claim her, to make her his.

his fingers crept up under her shirt, pushing the fabric higher up her torso as he explored the soft skin beneath. he wanted to touch her, to feel every inch of her body against his own. 

“please,” he whined, his voice taking on a more canine-like timbre. “i’m so hard, i need to— fuck— “

his actions forced a sharp gasp to leave her, cold hands pressed against the bare skin of her stomach as she looked up at him, lips parted. 

she bit her lip, feeling the heat of caleb’s body pressed so urgently against her own. as much as she loved seeing him all dressed up just for her, she couldn’t help but feel a bit overwhelmed by his intensity, even though she was used to it to some extent. 

it was still so early, and her stomach grumbled with hunger, the half eaten eggs and pancakes calling her name while caleb rutted against her. “caleb, wait…” she started to protest, fingers curling into the collar of his shirt, trying to smooth the fabric and perhaps calm the manic energy radiating off of him.

but caleb seemed not to hear her, too lost in his own desperate need as he captured her wrists, pinning her hands above her head as he loomed over her, eyes wild and hungry. “please,” he growled, his voice a deep, resonant rumble that sent shivers down her spine this time. “i can’t wait anymore. i need you so bad…”

before she could voice any further objections, caleb had hoisted her up and then gently but firmly pushed her down onto the wooden floor. she let out a soft grunt as her back his the ground, the air leaving her lungs in a rush as she rubbed her back. 

“caleb, the floor is uncomfortable— “

any attempt at a complain fell on deaf ears, as caleb was already settling his weight on top of her, his hips neatly between her spread thighs. he rocked against her, his painfully hard cock straining against the confines of his pink pants as it chafed against her pajama bottoms. the knot at the base of his shaft pulsed and throbbed. 

she squirmed beneath him, cheeks flushed pink as she fettle heat of his desperation, the way his body trembled with the effort of holding back. “it’s too early, caleb, i didn’t even finish breakfast…”

his ears twitched and flattened back against his head as he leaned down to shut her up, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth, claiming her. his tail wagged frantically behind him, the long, fluffy appendage brushing against her thighs as he ground his aching cock against her core. he groaned into her mouth, the sound a mix of pleasure and frustration. 

“i know, i know,” he panted, breath hot against her neck as he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin. “i’ll make it up to you, baby. i promise. i’ll spoil you rotten, just please— “he punctuated his words with a particularly sharp nip to her earlobe, sending sparks of pained pleasure through her.

caleb’s hands roamed her body greedily, pushing up under her pajama top again to expose the soft skin of her stomach and chest. he splayed his fingers wide, gripping her waist and rocking more insistently against her as he gazed down at her with burning eyes. 

his hands slid down to her pajama pants, fingers curling into the waistband as he tugged impatiently at the fabric. she knew she should protest more, should insist that he slow down, but the hungry, desperate look in his eyes stole her breath away. she gasped softly as he yanked her pants down, baring her lower half to his heated gaze.

the knot at the base of his cock throbbed almost painfully, straining against the fabric of his boxers and the tight confines of his pants. it rubbed deliciously against her clothed slit, the friction sending sparks of reluctant pleasure zinging up her spine. 

 his desperation reached a fever pitch, fingers clumsy in their urgency as he forced her panties to the side, , exposing the glistening folds to the cool air. the scent of her arousal filled his nose, making his head swim with lust.

still clothed in his straining pink pants, caleb tried to shove the right fabric down his thighs, panting harshly as he struggled to free his aching cock. the button and zipper fought against his desperate, trembling fingers until, with a final frustrated snarl, he ripped the fabric, tearing a gaping hole in the crotch of his pants. the ruined garment hung in a tattered state as he threw it to the side wtith his boxers, his throbbing erection springing free, bulbous knot at the base pulsing angrily.

she gasped at the sight, eyes widening. “caleb!” she scolded lightly, her cheeks flushing pink. “look at what you’ve done to your nice pants!” despite her words, there was a hint of amusement in her voice as she propped herself up on her , sitting up a bit.

caleb was too far gone, too consumed by his own need to care about ruined clothing. he shook his head, ears flopping as he gazed down at her with glazed, lust-filled eyes. drool dripped from the corner of his mouth, splattering onto her exposed clit, making it glisten obscenely and forcing a shaky sigh past her lips. 

“don’t look at me like that…” he grumbled, dejection clearly clinging to his words. 

he was left only in the frilly apron, still tied snugly around his waist, his fat cock tenting against the fabric and leaving an obscene damp spot in it's wake.

before she could offer any sort of response, caleb was rutting against her again, the swollen head of his cock kissing her entrance, smearing her arousal around her delicate folds. she gasped, back arching off the floor as he grunted and panted above her, hips moving in a frenzied rhythm.

he tried once, twice, each time clumsily trying to sink into her, but his cock kept notching against her hole and slipping out, rubbing against her folds on her thigh. 

then, with a single, powerful thrust, he drove forward, burying his thick, pulsing shaft into her tight, wet heat. she cried out, nails raking down his back as he split her own on his fat cock, knot catching on her entrance and tugging at her stretched flesh.

caleb set a relentless pace, hips slapping against her thighs with each desperate, needy thrust. the wet, obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by caleb’s grunts and growls of pleasure. 

he didn’t give her time to adjust, didn’t bother with gentle or slow. he just took her, claimed her, body driven by a primal, animalistic instinct. 

“i’m sorry,” he panted, his voice strained with exertion and ecstasy. “i’m sorry i didn’t prepare you better. ‘couldn’t wait any longer. fuck, you’re so tight, so perfect…” his words dissolved into a low, keening moan as he snapped his hips forward particularly hard, the head of his cock battering her cervix.

she could only cling to him, fingers digging into the muscles of his back, feeling them flex and tense with each powerful thrust. her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his ass as he rutted into her, thick cock stretching her walls deliciously. she could feel every ridge, every vein, every throbbing inch of his shaft as he plunged in and out of her dripping cunt.

caleb’s ears stood tall and alert atop his head , swivelling and twitching with every sound and sensation. his tail brushed against her calves, wagging with wild abandon as he lost himself in the sensation of her tight, wet heat gripping his aching cock. 

his tail thumped against the the floorboards with reckless abandon, each thrust forcing more breathy moans past her lips, eyes screwed shut. 

“please, please… please look at me. look, look— “caleb whimpered, his breath coming in harsh, desperate pants against her neck. “i love you, i love you so fuckin’ much. i need to… i need to…” he couldn’t even finish his thought process, his hips twitching. 

“‘gonna knot you, yeah, can i?” he forced out, though they both knew that he wasn/t the type to wait for anyone’s permission before acting. 

his cock pulsed and jerked inside her as thick ropes of hot, sticky seed finally painted her inner walls.

she cried out, walls clamping down around him like a vice as she felt his release fill her up, her own orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave, body shaking and shuddering as she came hard on his pistoning cock. 

caleb’s body shuddered, muscles tensing as his knot swelled and notched in her. he let out guttural grown as he felt the bulbous flesh expand, tying them together as he squeezed his eyes shut, the sensation of being deeply, irrevocably bound to her sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through his body. 

despite the discomfort of his knot stretching her to her limits, caleb couldn’t stop the instinctive need to rut, to claim, to mark his mate. his hips jerked and twitched erratically, his softening cock rubbing against her sensitive walls as he weakly humped into her, chasing the fading embers of his release. 

“can’t… can’t stop,” he panted harshly, his breath hot and moist against her neck. drool dribbled from his chin, splattering not her collarbone as he ground his pelvis against hers, his knot throbbing and pulsing inside her with each weak thrust.

she whimpered, her inner muscles fluttering and clenching around the thick obstruction lodged deep inside her. the sensation of being so utterly stuffed, of feeling caleb’s seed sloshing heavily inside her as he rutted into her, was intense and overwhelming. 

it was almost too much, the pleasure bordering on pain as her tender flesh struggled to accommodate his insistent movements.

she gasped out, her fingers digging into his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as she tried to anchor herself amidst the tempest of sensation. “it’s t-too much. you’re hurting me…” despite her words, she made no move to stop him, her body instinctively yielding to his claiming thrusts.

caleb just groaned in responses, hips giving a particularly sharp jerk as he buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply and lapping at the teeth marks he had left early. 

his body shuddered, muscles quivering with exertion as his hips seemed to jerk on their own, instinct-driven thrusts. he panted easily, breathing coming out in ragged gasps against her sweat-dampened skin. “sorry,” he grunted, voice strained. “I know i’m hurtin’ you, i just.. i can’t stop. fuck, it feels too good.”

he let out a low, agnozied groan as a particular jolt of discomfort shot through him, his knot twisting and tugging at her stretched, sensitive entrance, any attempt to pull out to thrust in any deeper stopped by his inflated knot.

“hurts… fuck, it hurts, but i can’t— “

finally, with a shuddered gasp, his body went limp, knees weak as he slumped forward, practically collapsed on top of her, pressing her into the floor. 

she let out a weak, breathless protest as she as she found herself pinned beneath him, still so intimately connected. she gently hit his shoulder with a closed fist. 

“ow, caleb, you jerk…” she whimpered, shifting her hips gingerly and wincing at the feeling of him inside of her. “you’re a bad dog, you need to learn how to control yourself and— oof!”

caleb suddenly rolled them over so that her body was splayed out on top of him, soft curves molding to the hard planes of his body.

he just pouted up at her, lips curling into a miserable frown. he looked so adorably sorry, looking up at her with those irresistible puppy dog eyes. “i know, i know,” he mumbled, his voice thick with guilt. “you don’t really think i’m a bad dog, do you? i just love you so much… i can’t help myself around you…”

he nuzzled into her neck once more, his nose brushing against her jawline as he breathed in her scent, still heavy with the musk of their coupling.

the room had gone quiet, save for the slow, steady rhythm of caleb’s breathing and the soft thump-thump of his tail against the floor. he lay sprawled on his back on the floor, cheeks flushed pink and the apron still bunched up around his waist, with her draped over his chest like she belonged there— and she did. his arms were wound tightly around her waist, fingers twitching now and then as if to remind himself she was real, she was here, and she was his.

he gave a soft, tired whine, muffled in her hair as he nuzzled the top of her head. “m’not lettin’ you go,” he mumbled, tail giving another lazy wag against the wood floor. “even if i could.”

she gave a sleepy huff of laughter, nose tucked against his collarbone, her legs tangled with his. “hm, is that so, puppy?”

that earned a pleased rumble from deep in his chest. his ears gave a lazy twitch, one flopping sideways as he smiled, dazed and dopey. he was still flushed, still panting just a little, but more than anything, he looked happy. puppy-happy. glowing with the kind of simple joy only he could manage after something so intense.

“you’re real warm,” he mumbled, cheek smushed into her temple. “perfect size. like a little blanket just for me.”

“you’re the heater here,” she teased weakly, but her voice was fond, her fingers lazily combing through his hair and brushing along the base of one ear. 

he let out a whuff of a sigh and arched into it, tail thumping a little faster now.

“spoilin’ me,” he murmured. “i’m going to get all needy if you keep that up.”

“you’re already needy as is,” she said, and he didn’t even deny it— just gave a dopey grin and licked her cheek again, soft and slow, like he couldn’t help himself.

“guess i am,” he said, his voice all gravel and sunshine, “but you like it. admit it.”

she rolled her eyes, but didn’t move. didn’t want to move. not with him still knotted inside her, not with his arms like iron around her and that soft, puppyish whine every time she shifted too far away. not with his tail brushing her calves and his thumb lazily stroking her lower back in slow, content circles.

“i like you like this,” she admitted finally, cheek resting over his heartbeat. “all clingy and warm. soft.”

his ears perked up, tail wagging harder now despite how tired he was. “yeah?”

“yeah.”

he made a soft, pleased wuff again, kissed the top of her head, and tightened his hold. “then i’m stayin’ like this forever. right here. with you. no one else gets you like this, alright? just me.”

she smiled into his skin, letting her eyes drift shut, wrapped in the arms of the world’s biggest, clingiest, most lovably infatuated puppy.

“so needy, caleb,” she hummed. she let out a soft sigh, pressing a kiss to his bare chest as she rested her cheek against him..

“just you.”

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pairing: bob reynolds x f!reader

a/n: Hi! This is my first Bob headcannon and what he would be like on a book date. I swear he’s giving book boyfriend vibes so I thought I would give it a shot!! If you have any feedback please feel free to voice it! Aghhhhhh! I literally love him so much! Anyways, enjoy! If you'd like to see more let me know!

Being a part of the new avengers meant three things: work, home, repeat. Unfortunately this also meant stressful missions and vicious bruises that needed tending to. All a part of the job, right? Trust me, all that stress gets to you one way or another.

Thankfully, you had an escape—losing yourself in the pages of a good book. Every couple of days you dive into a new story, each page pulling you into whatever adventure awaited. And once you were done devouring said book, you’d go to your favorite bookshop secluded away from the city to find more. You truly enjoyed reading, it was more than just a hobby, it was your peace.

Still, someone else had picked up on the way your eyes lit up.

Bob had always been observant. So when he saw you curled up on the couch in the living room of the new Avengers Tower, your favorite blanket draped over you, a book in your hands, he just watched you for a moment. Not in a weird “Edward Cullen" kind of way, but with quiet admiration, like you were the most peaceful thing he'd seen all day. Not to mention, the guy was absolutely smitten.

He found himself memorizing the way your eyes moved across the page, how your lips curled up slightly whenever you read something funny. You weren’t doing anything extraordinary, just existing, and yet, to him, it was everything. His crush wasn’t loud or dramatic; it was quiet, steady, and growing stronger with every shared glance and soft laugh you didn’t even know you let out. 

There was a comfort in your friendship, the kind that didn’t need grand gestures or constant conversation. You’d bring him tea without asking how he liked it because you already knew. He’d make sure your favorite mug was always clean. You’d swap stories, share late-night takeout, and sit in silence without it ever feeling awkward. It wasn’t flashy, but it was real. Steady. The kind of friendship that made the world feel a little less heavy.

You also noticed Bob’s eyes on you—quiet, thoughtful, like he was trying to memorize the moment. At first, you brushed it off, thinking maybe you had something on your face or your hair was sticking up. But it kept happening. Not in a way that made you uncomfortable, never that. It was… careful. Like he was seeing something in you that even you didn’t always see in yourself. And maybe, just maybe, you started to look back. Not always, and never too long. But enough. Enough to catch the softness in his gaze, to feel your heartbeat flutter just a little faster when he smiled your way with those doe eyes. You didn’t say anything about it, didn’t want to risk the comfort of what you already had. But in those quiet, lingering glances, there was something unspoken. Something that made you hope he was feeling the same pull you were. 

So one day, you took your chance and invited him on a little outing.

"Hey, Bob. Are you, um… busy right now? I was wondering if, well, if you wanted to come with me to the bookstore. It’s kind of my favorite spot, and I thought… maybe you’d like it too."

Bob blinked, caught off guard. “The bookstore? With you?” He rubbed the back of his neck, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks. “Uh, yeah, yeah, I’d love to. I mean, if you’re sure. That sounds… nice.” He smiled, a little sheepish but warm, like you’d just made his whole day.

So with a quick change into some shorts and your favorite sweatshirt, you stepped out, only to find Bob waiting in the hallway, also in a sweatshirt, hands stuffed in the pockets of his joggers. He gave a shy little laugh when he saw you. “Guess we’re on the same wavelength,” he said, eyes meeting yours for a moment before darting away again, a little flustered.

The soft chime of the bell above the door greeted you both as you stepped into the shop. The air smelled like old paper and cinnamon from the tiny café in the back. Shelves towered around you like quiet sentinels, each one packed with stories waiting to be found. You take Bob to your favorite bookstore in New York, a cozy hideaway tucked into a quiet corner in the city. 

Bob stood close behind you, his fingers brushing the edge of a display table as he looked around, wide-eyed. “Whoa,” he murmured. “This place is… kind of magic.”

You turned to smile at him. “I knew you’d like it.”

His eyes flicked back to yours, softer now. “I like it even more with you here.”

I feel like Bob is into poetry and mystery novels so that’s interesting!

You wandered through the store together, your fingers gently laced with Bob’s as you led him through the aisles, his eyes wide with quiet wonder. Bob lingered in the poetry section, fingers tracing the spines like they were made of glass. You watched as he pulled out a slim volume of Sylvia Plath and turned the pages slowly, reverently. “Her words feel like someone whispering in the dark,” he said quietly, almost to himself.

You tilted your head. “Do you read poetry often?”

He glanced at you, a bit bashful. “Sometimes. When I can’t sleep, mostly. It helps me feel… less alone, I guess.”

You nodded, understanding more than you could say. “That makes sense.”

Later, while you browsed the mystery section, he picked up a battered Agatha Christie and grinned. “I used to read these with my mom. She always figured out the twist before I did.”

“That’s so cute,” you said, laughing softly.

He smiled back, more confident now. “You’re cute.”

The words hung in the air for a moment, like a bookmark slipped between chapters.

You and Bob spent hours tucked between the shelves, flipping through pages of books that caught your eye and sharing quiet laughs over quirky titles. At one point, you grabbed a coffee from the little café tucked in the corner, while Bob opted for tea—he claimed coffee made him too jittery, and you couldn't help but smile at how endearing that was. His tousled brown hair fell effortlessly over his eyes as he read. 

You and Bob left the bookstore, books in hand. You’d both made your usual ritual of recommending a book to each other, but this time, there was something different. You couldn’t resist picking up one of his suggestions, the cover catching your eye as you imagined diving into it. He, too, grabbed a book you’d been raving about for weeks, a shared smile passing between you as you realized just how well your tastes aligned. It wasn’t just about the books—it was about the connection, the quiet understanding between two people who knew how to make each other’s reading lists a little richer.

you guys even do a little book club and so you guys made it a cozy tradition. Every week, you had books in your hands, ready to dive into whatever genre was calling to you. Mystery, thriller, and even the occasional fantasy novel became the backdrop for your endless discussions. You’d both get lost in the twists and turns of a gripping crime novel, eagerly dissecting each clue, while Bob would always try to outguess you on the killer’s identity. When fantasy made its way onto the list, you’d get caught up in world-building debates, arguing over the best magic system or the most compelling hero’s journey.

What started as just sharing recommendations turned into a full-on reading ritual, a shared love of stories that brought you closer each time. And when the conversation would inevitably go off-topic, turning into laughter and playful teasing.

Your little book club nights with Bob had become sacred, equal parts literary critique and cozy hangout. But the moment you started swooning over a brooding assassin from the fantasy novel you were reading, Bob raised an eyebrow and shot you a look over the rim of his mug.

“Oh, he again,” Bob said with exaggerated annoyance. “Yeah, because nothing says dream guy like emotionally unavailable and probably hasn’t showered in three chapters.”

You giggled, unapologetic. “He’s complex, Bob. And tortured.”

“He’s fictional, Y/N. Meanwhile, I’m real, emotionally stable, and smell like cedarwood and good decisions.”

He playfully snatched the book out of your hand and flipped through the pages dramatically. “Let me guess, he saves the kingdom, but can’t save himself?”

You rolled your eyes, laughing. “You’re just jealous.”

Bob gave you a mock gasp. “Jealous? Of a moody elf-boy with trust issues? Please. I have better hair and a Costco membership.”

Still, later that night, you caught him secretly flipping through the book, mumbling something about “seeing what the hype is about.” You didn’t say a word, just smiled, knowing Bob would always be your favorite chapter.

[yuikomorii]

AYAYUI IDOL AU: Chapter 6

// This might be one of my favorite chapters I’ve written so far! I tried to blend some fun with a bit of seriousness, so I really hope you’ll enjoy it. It’s kinda SPICY at some point, hehehe. I know it takes me a while to post new chapters, but I promise I haven’t forgotten about this fanfic, sometimes I just don’t have enough time. T-T

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

— Ayato opens the door —

Ayato: Haa… What happened?

Chief: Come with me! It’s about Subaru-san!

Ayato: Subaru?

Yui: ( Eh? That’s Ayato-san’s co-worker, right? I hope it’s nothing bad…! )

Place: Reception

Manager: Unfortunately, the cooking contest, as well as the filming, will be stopped for today.

Subaru-san picked a dish to make with one of the girls here, but he didn’t know it had garlic in it. After tasting it, he started feeling sick—bad enough that he had to throw up.

Ayato: Damn it…

Yui: ( Come to think of it... he’s in a group with a vampire concept and he has garlic intolerance. I can’t help but find this a bit ironic. )

( Still, poor Subaru-san... get well soon. )

Ayato: I’m going to check——

Manager: Don’t. Subaru-san is most likely resting now. He needs sleep more than anything after what happened.

Ayato: Tch… fine. But let me know when he wakes up!

Manager: Once he wakes up, I'll ask him to contact you. In the meantime, since you two share a room, I’d appreciate it if Ayato-san could spend his time elsewhere in the hotel.

Ayato: ( Did I indirectly get kicked out—? )

Well, whatever. But where exactly am I supposed to go?

Chief: Actually, now that the contest's cancelled and the other team is not present anymore, the onsen is completely free for you!

Ayato: Heh, is that so?

Chief: Y-Yes, but... since you, mister, are a celebrity, I’ll need to look for a private key first.

Can’t have fans fainting in the hallway if they see you half-dressed, right?

Ayato: Pfft, true… wouldn’t want to cause a stampede in a towel. But hurry up then. The sooner I’m in the hot water, the better~!

— Chief nods and starts searching —

Yui: ( I feel like I’m just a third wheel at this point, so it might be better if I quietly leave too. )

( Besides, my job is supposed to be done for today… and Ayato-san probably wants some space anyway.)

Chief: Wait! I almost forgot about Komori-san!

Yui: Hm? What’s with me?

Chief: Since you were Ayato-san’s cooking partner, the original deal included you getting a chance to use the onsen too, no?

I’ll find a key for you too, in case you want privacy! Just give me a sec——

Yui: …!

( Eh—!? Me? In the onsen? With Ayato-san still around? That’s…! )

Chief: Here they are~!

— hands them the keys —

But I should also mention... because the onsen is a relatively new feature of the hotel, we only have one single room so far. So, uhm... it would be great if you two wouldn’t go at the same time.

— Yui blushes —

Yui: ( Just one onsen... but what if we truly run into each other? )

Ayato: Alright, I’ll go there right now. You can go after I’m done, ‘kay?

I’m not exactly in the mood to wait around, so I’ll make it quick, no worries.

Yui: S-Sure, take your time.

Ayato: Will do~

— takes key and leaves —

*timeskip*

Yui: ( I wonder if he’s done by now… it’s already been three hours. )

— looks at clock —

( Yeah… I suppose he must be. I should start getting my things ready. )

— walks over to her bag and gets her towel —

( I hope the water helped him relax. He did seem tense after all… )

— leaves room —

Place: Onsen Entrance

Yui: ( It’s so quiet... he definitely left, didn’t he? )

( A-Anyway, I should knock or say something, just in case. )

*Knock Knock*

Uhm… Ayato-san? Are you still there?

*Knock Knock*

( No answer once again… )

— tries the handle —

( It’s locked? )

( Ah, he most likely locked it after he left, right? Yeah… that must be it. There’s no way he’d still be inside after all this time. )

— opens door with key and gets inside —

( Just as I thought, nobody’s here! )

— locks door —

( Hehe, time to finally relax! )

— starts unbuttoning her clothes —

( This indoor onsen is way bigger than I thought… The ceiling’s high, the walls are lined with smooth stone, and the pool is so huge that it almost covers the whole room! )

( No wonder the second one isn’t finished yet. This must’ve taken forever to build. The attention to detail alone is amazing! )

— slowly gets into water —

Ah~ so warm…!

( And to think they let me use this… I guess being partnered with Ayato-san really came with some unexpected perks, fufu. )

— stretches —

( So good… I feel like I could instantly fall as—— )

* Ring Ring *

( Eh!? Someone’s calling? )

— her eyes snap open—

( Wait! That’s... that’s not my ringtone? )

( Don’t tell me—! )

Ayato: “Haa... What is it this time?”

Yui: ...!

( That voice… it’s coming from the other side of the divider! )

( No… no, it can’t be— )

Ayato: “Yeah, it’s just me, why? Heh, so he finally woke up? Damn, can’t blame him though, since I had a pretty long nap too. So how is he feeling?”

“Oh, understandable. You took mine too? Mhm, it’s better this way.”

Yui: ( He… He’s been here the entire time…! )

( If he finds out I’m in the same onsen while he’s still inside, I’ll surely get in troubles! )

( What if he thinks I planned this!? )

Ayato: ( Ugh, my phone's dying.)

"I'll call you again, just need to find an outlet for my charger, 'kay?"

Yui: ( Ah, he's coming this way...! )

— gets underwater —

Ayato: ( Now where are the outlets supposed to be? Can’t see any at all. )

Yui: ( Did he leave? I don’t know how much longer I can hold my breath… )

( The water is so hot too…! )

Ayato: ( Whatever. I’ll just leave it like this for now. )

( More importantly… what is that? )

— gets closer —

Yui: ( Uuh… this pressure…! )

( I… I can’t… brea—— )

*SPLASH*

Ayato: Care to explain what the hell you’re doing here?

Yui: Aya…——

— faints —

Ayato: Fuck…!

— pulls her out of water —

*timeskip*

— Yui starts coughing —

Yui: Ngh... ah... I-I'm alive!

( But wait… why can’t I move? )

— eyes widen —

( No way! I'm tied to a bamboo stick!? )

Ayato: Finally awake, huh.

Yui: A-Ayato-san!

— face turns red —

( I-I can’t even cover myself...! This is beyond embarrassing! )

( To think that he really went as far as to tie me up… that’s completely unreasonable! )

Yui: D-Don’t look at me like that!

Ayato: Tch. You're in no position to tell me what to do.

Besides, you should be grateful I didn’t report you. Most people would’ve called the cops by now, don’t you think?

Yui: I-It’s not like I did it on purpose! I merely assumed you left! The door was locked, and… and I had a the key too, so… it’s just a misunderstanding, I swear!

Ayato: A misunderstanding, huh?

Tell me then, did you even bother checking the whole room before stripping down? If you had, you would've definitely noticed I was still here.

Yui: That’s… I can’t argue with that. But I truly didn’t have any bad intentions, I was just careless!

Ayato: And why should I believe you’re not just some stalker?

You know I’m famous. You’ve listened to my music and watched my MVs—based on what you said in the kitchen. And then there's the fact that, when we first met, you acted like you didn’t recognize me at all. Even though you're working at Yume no Mori, the very hotel that’s known for hosting events for idols.

And now, after everything, you somehow end up in the onsen at the exact same time as me?

Wherever I go, you just happen to show up too. So tell me, how do you think that looks from my perspective?

Yui: I-I think you must be mixing me up with someone else. When did I even pretend not to recognize you, Ayato-san?

Ayato: Haa… When you handed me that bottle of water outside the club, you moron!

Yui: Eh?

( What is he talking a— wait a second! The bottle of water…? )

…!

— eyes widen in shock —

( No way! Ayato-san… he was the boy I met on my very first night in Tokyo!? )

( The one who had a chest ache… who paid for my taxi… That was him! )

Ayato: Now quit playing dumb, it’s crystal clear you coming here was not an accident.

So what’s the deal with you? Are you really that desperate to get a glimpse of my body? Or is this just part of some sick little obsession you’ve got going on? Either way, it’s disgusting!

Yui: N-No! You got it wrong! I didn’t even know it was you that night!

I just saw someone who looked like they needed help, so I offered some water… that’s all!

And as for me being here... I didn’t come chasing after you or doing anything weird! I got this job through a work exchange program. It was all just a coincidence, not some plan to follow you around!

Ayato: Tch, when will you stop lying?

Yui: But I’m not!

Ayato: ( She’s not only dumb, but also got a damn big mouth. )

Fine, I’ll believe you.

Yui: ( Phew, thanks goodness… I really thought I got him mad. )

Ayato: But don’t start celebrating just yet. I’ve got a condition.

Yui: ( That tone… It’s never good when someone says "but there’s a condition" like that. )

Uuh… what kind of condition?

Ayato: Simple. You don’t tell anyone that you saw me at a private club that night. Not your friends, not your family, not your coworkers, not even your boss—no one.

— gets closer —

Actually, I want you to forget the whole thing. Erase it from your memory. You didn’t see me alone in Tokyo, and you sure as hell didn’t hand me a bottle of water in some alleyway.

Yui: ( That’s it? )

Yes, I promise.

Ayato: You better keep that promise, because if word gets out that I was in such a place, especially unguarded, it’ll stir up more trouble than you can imagine. One stupid rumor, and my entire career could take a hit. You get that, don’t you?

Yui: I-I do.

Ayato: Good. Then zip it and stop following me around. Or next time I won’t be this generous.

( I already took pictures of her in here. If she ever decides to snitch on me, I’ll make sure she goes down too. )

— unties her —

Yui: …!

Than——

Ayato: Don’t thank me. Just go put some clothes on. Then leave the onsen immediately.

— Yui nods —

Yui: ( He's scary when he's like this… But I guess I can't really blame him, can I?)

( It was stupid of me to come in without checking properly... so, I suppose it was indeed my fault. )

( To think he’s the boy I met that night after I first arrived in Tokyo... that truly caught me off guard. )

( Just what kind of person are you really, Ayato-san? )

I-I’m done!

Ayato: And why are you telling me this? You expecting an award or something?

Just unlock the damn door and leave already.

— Yui starts searching key —

Yui: ( Now where did I put it? I know I had the key when I came in… maybe it slipped into the towel?)

— checks towel —

( Oh no… it's not here either? Don’t tell me I dropped it somewhere in the changing area? Or worse… in the water!? )

Hey… Ayato-san? I… I can’t really seem to find my key, so could you maybe lend me yours…? J-Just for a second! I promise I’ll give it back right away!

Ayato: ( Seriously!? First she breaks in, then she nearly drowns, and now this? )

You're telling me you managed to lose a single key in a closed room in less than two hours?

Yui: Uhh… I must’ve dropped it somewhere without noticing...

Ayato: Haa…

— pulls out his key —

I guess if you beg nicely, I might give it to you.

Yui: B-Beg!?

Ayato: …Or do you wanna stay locked in here all night and explain yourself to the hotel staff tomorrow?

Yui: No, no!

Ayato: Good, then be a good dog and do as I tell you.

Yui: ( A dog, huh…? If that’s what you really want… )

— sits on all fours and looks at him —

Ayato: …!?

Yui: P-Please, give me the——

Ayato: You… you obscene bitch!

Yui: Eh?

( Wait what? )

Ayato: ( What the hell is wrong with her!? To sit on all fours in front of a man who’s only wearing a towel… did she want to suck me off!? )

Leave me alone already!!!

Yui: But I��

Ayato: I-I said leave me alone!

— shoves her out then shuts the door —

Yui: Ayato-san…

Yui’s monologue

So many things happened today… It’s almost overwhelming trying to piece them all together.

From carrying the luggage, to cooking with Ayato-san… and then—

The onsen. That whole incident. My heart still hasn’t stopped racing…

I came to Tokyo with simple intentions: to work, to learn, and to make new friends.

And yet…

The boy I met on my first night here and the one I couldn't stop thinking about…

He turned out to be Ayato. Ayato, the frontman of SAKAMAKIS. A name everyone knows. A face on billboards.

Someone so far removed from my world, it's really laughable to think we’d ever cross paths again—

Yet we did.

But instead of a reunion, it felt like rejection.

I made a mistake… and now he sees me as nothing more than a nuisance. Maybe even worse.

I keep telling myself that it shouldn’t matter. That it’s impossible for an ordinary person to get closer to an idol.

But then…

Why am I crying now?

[sulumuns-dootah]

Which demons would be down for pegging. If not how would they react?

WHB kings and pegging them

⟡ Masterlist ⟡

A/N: I am back and posting again! (Me and Tumblr hopefully came to a mutual understanding)

‎‧₊˚✧ 18+ Minors Do Not Interact‎ ✧˚₊

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

I actually wrote this one for Satan :D (link here)

So just let me summarise:

Yes, he'd be down but it would take some time to warm him up to the idea

And he'll still try to act like doesn't want to do it (he does, but his pride doesn't let him admit it to himself)

The moment the artificial tip brushes over his prostate, it takes him all the restraint to not start fucking himself on it

    ༺☆༻

Mammon absolutely would

Whatever makes his master happy

And he will even be pretty brave about it, even suggest that you two go shopping for it together so you can pick something that both of you will enjoy

Buuuut when it actually comes to it, he will be a bit intimidated

It's one thing to willingly submit himself in the more abstract way and whole another thing to be actually physically put in his place

And yeah, being the greedy king he is, he will get a bit too ambitious with the size for his first time, despite you telling him

    ༺☆༻

No

What in Hell possessed you to think that he would allow to you to do that

And yes, his H-scene and all that, but I don't think he'd allow you to do that

...just yet

He might be willing to let you rim him after a century or three

    ༺☆༻

Sure, but if you let him pay you back for it

Ooor a good ol' sandwich with one of his clones...? ;)

I actually see Beel as a switch, but you have to do some specific stuff to get him to submit

Funnily enough, he'll enjoy himself the most out of all the kings who said yes

But he wil be testing you in the process like the bratty sub he is

    ༺☆༻

No :/

It's not even about the position or anything

It just takes too much prep and he'll most likely fall asleep during it so at that point it's kinda not worth it if he doesn't even get to enjoy the main act

    ༺☆༻

What would this demon king not do?

He will even beat you to it and ask you himself

Should you also be interested, he can ask one of the Abaddon prisoners to use their magic and give you your own real dick (limited time only tho :( )

If you both sufficiently enjoy yourselves, it might even become a regular occurence

    ༺☆༻

I don't think Lucifer would

It's just not really his thing

But being the sweetheart he is, he'll explain it to you like an adult instead of blowing up at you like some other unnamed king >.>

(Honestly, I just can't imagine him doing it. If there's any Luci simp who can, feel free to lmk)

[pazzi5351]

Snowmen and Promposals

Based on This prompt!!

Enjoy 😉

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The month between their shared practices was over, but nothing between them changed.

Azzi still danced at halftime.

Paige still played like a walking highlight reel whenever Azzi was in the gym.

They still supported each other in every way.

But when prom season rolled around, Azzi started getting nervous.

Paige was starting to be more distant— disappearing when she’d told Azzi she’d wait for her after class, taking unusually long to respond to texts, and dodging every time Azzi asked to hangout.

By lunch, Azzi’s mood was totally down. She plopped down sitting next to Caroline and Ines at their usual table, and was visibly sulking.

“Oh honey, what’s wrong?” Caroline, concerned, asked.

“Seriously Az,” Ines added. “Do I have to beat up the blonde? I will if you tell me to.”

Azzi laughed softly. “Don’t beat her up. I’m just confused by her. I mean we were fine. Great honestly, but then people started talking about prom and she just started being weird. I don’t know, maybe I’m just freaked out because she’s a senior this year.”

Caroline sighed, feeling bad for how her best friend is feeling. “That fucking sucks. I’m sorry Az. I dunno, maybe just try to talk to her. Like catch her off guard and talk to her”

Azzi shrugged. “Yeah, I guess I could try that approach. Thanks Care.”

On the other side of the cafeteria sat Nika, Kk and Ice who were all listening (for the most part) to Paige explaining her elaborate promposal idea.

“Ok first, I obviously have to make a bouquet because ordering one is so lame. Then I have to get her fave sweet treat, which, by the way, is cookie dough ice cream. Then I have to make it Frozen related because that’s her favorite movie. But should I do it at school or at her house? I mean I talked to Mrs. Fudd this morning and she said that I could do it in their backyard if I want but I also want her friends there and I don’t want it to be sus or anything and-“

“Paige. Oh. My. Gosh. You’ve been ranting about this promposal for three days. That’s 72 fucking hours straight. If you want my advice, do it at her house. Text Caroline, Amari, and Ines and tell them to invite themselves over whatever day you decide to do it.” Nika said, cutting off Paige from her yapping.

“Yeah P. You’re totally stressing me out over this crap and I’m a sophomore.” Ice added.

“Oh, my bad y’all. I’m just super excited. And Azzi is perfect and deserves the world and I want to do something perfect for her.”

Kk fake gagged at Paige. “You’re so gross and in love. It’s making me sick.”

Paige elbowed her and laughed. “You’re just jealous I have more rizz than you.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was Wednesday, meaning two whole days had passed since Paige and Azzi talked last.

And to say Azzi was stressed was an understatement.

After an unnecessarily long rehearsal, she came home extremely drained. More than ready to take a long shower and go to sleep.

That is until the doorbell rang.

Azzi groaned as she walked over to the door, but was even more confused and kind of annoyed to see Caroline, Amari, and Ines standing there.

She’d thought she made it clear to them after rehearsal that she was gonna go home and crash, so she couldn’t comprehend why they were at her door.

“What are y’all doing here? I’d thought we’d all just want to go home tonight. Y’know. Just relax?” Azzi said, hand still on the door like she may close it at any moment.

“Yeah well, we’re here now so!” Caroline responded as she pushed past Azzi into the house.

The other girls followed and they all sat on the couch silently.

“Mari, I’m kinda warm. Is it warm in here to you?” Ines asked.

Amari nodded. “Yeah I am pretty warm. Azzi let’s all go out back! Get some fresh air!”

“What the hell are you guys talking about? It’s not warm in here. No, I'm not going outside. But if you guys go out, please feel free to go to the car and go home.” Azzi responded. She knew she was being mean to her friends but she didn’t care. She was upset about rehearsal but more so upset about Paige.

Caroline stood up, pulling Azzi off the couch. “No. We’re going outside whether you want to or not.”

Azzi mumbled something about everyone just being so annoying recently until she got outside.

Her backyard was lit up with fairy lights and strung on snowflakes, the ground was filled with white rose petals, “Do you wanna build a snowman” was softly playing, and in the middle of it all, was Paige, in a too big Olaf onesie, a huge bouquet of flowers, and a big nervous grin on her face.

Azzi walked down the flower path to where Paige stood, forgetting her friends where standing there and barely acknowledging her parents presence.

“What the hell Paige.” Azzi said, looking at everything around her. Taking everything in.

“I know you think I’ve been ignoring you all week, but I swear this was my reason. I wanted to ask you to prom and I wanted it to be perfect because you’re perfect.” Paige explained as she handed Azzi her flowers. “You’re my person Az, and I’d never want you to feel any different.”

Azzi gasped with tears brimming her eyes. “Paige, seriously.”

Paige laughed softly. “Seriously, which is why,” Paige turned around now holding a decked out sign that read, “It doesn’t have to be a snowman… but I’d never ‘Let it Go’ if you went to prom with me!”

Azzi shook her head in disbelief, but her smile was wide, stunned, and the kind of soft Paige wanted to bottle

“You’re so annoying. You had me so worried I did something stupid.”

Paige grabbed the side of her face gently. “You could never be stupid. I mean unless you say no right now. That’d be stupid.”

“You’re so dumb.” Azzi said through a laugh, stepping forward.

“So, is that a yes?” Paige asked, slightly breathless.

Azzi reached for the front of the onesie, fisted it in her hands, and pulled her into a kiss.

Caroline erupted into a silent scream, Amari gasped and covered her mouth, and Ines captured the full promposal on video.

Katie clapped once, grinning. “Promposal of the year. Sorry, everyone else.”

Tim nodded. “And the commitment to Olaf. That’s love.”

Azzi pulled back just slightly, forehead against Paige’s, grinning so wide it hurt. Her voice was soft and a little breathless.

“I can’t believe you wore an Olaf onesie for me.”

Paige smirked. “I’d wear a whole castle for you.”

“You’re such a dork.”

“But I’m your dork now, right?”

Azzi kissed her again. “Obviously.”

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The night of prom arrived in the blink of an eye. The sun was just starting to dip, casting that warm glow through Azzi’s bedroom window. She stood in front of her full-length mirror in a navy blue satin dress that hugged her curves in all the right ways, neckline delicate, back open, her hair curled just enough to look like she hadn’t tried too hard—even though Caroline and Amari had absolutely spent forty minutes on it.

Caroline stood behind her, applying highlighter to Azzi’s cheekbones with surgical precision. “You’re giving hot siren prom queen. Kind of like if Bonnie from the Vampire Diaries was a dance team siren mermaid and she went to prom.”

Azzi laughed then smirked at their reflection. “Good. She won’t survive it.”

Down the hall, Paige was finishing getting ready in the guest bathroom—Azzi’s parents had insisted she get dressed at their house so they could all leave together. Paige adjusted the collar of her crisp black suit, a navy blue pocket square, the same color as Azzi’s dress tucked into her pocket. Her sneakers were spotless, and the silver chain she always wore glinted beneath the open collar of her white shirt.

Katie knocked once, peeked in, then placed a soft hand to her heart. “You clean up nice, Olaf.”

Paige laughed, cheeks tinged pink. “Think she’ll like it?”

“She’s going to melt.”

In the backyard, the girls posed under strings of fairy lights and flower petals that were still scattered on the grass. Paige couldn’t take her eyes off Azzi. She literally forgot how to stand in one picture because Azzi turned and smiled at her.

Ines snapped it anyway. “It’s giving hopelessly in love,” she whispered behind her phone. “They’re so gross.”

They took goofy shots with their friend group—piggyback rides, dramatic Titanic poses, group hugs—but the solo pictures were where the magic happened. Paige gently rested her hand on Azzi’s waist, and Azzi looked up at her like no one else existed. At one point, Paige dipped her just to make her laugh, and Caroline screamed, “WE GET IT. YOU’RE IN LOVE.”

At prom, the vibes between the two were the same. Azzi had already gotten Paige to try three new dance moves, half of which were just ways to get her closer. Paige was doing her best—some moves were smoother than others—but she was grinning the whole time, clutching Azzi’s hand whenever the beat shifted.

During a brief break in the music, Paige leaned close. “You know you’re just doing this to see me embarrass myself, right?”

Azzi twirled a loose curl around her finger. “No, I’m doing this to make you fall even harder.”

“Unfair,” Paige murmured, eyes locked on hers. “I was already done for the second you wore that dress.”

The lights dimmed just a little more. The DJ’s voice faded into the opening notes of a slow, swaying love song. Something timeless, floaty.

Without a word, Azzi reached for Paige’s hand and guided it to her waist.

They started to sway.

Paige’s hand tightened ever so slightly, her other hand slipping into Azzi’s. They were chest to chest now, foreheads nearly touching, music pulsing gently around them. The world blurred into gold and navy and the soft murmur of a hundred other conversations—but none of it touched them.

“You nervous?” Azzi asked softly.

Paige swallowed. “Terrified.”

Azzi smiled, slow and sure. “Me too.”

They stood like that for another second, soaking in the tension, the heat, the thrum between them. Then Paige dipped her head just enough—

And kissed her.

It wasn’t loud or flashy. Just deep. Intentional. A pause in the universe. A quiet spark that lingered long after the song faded.

Azzi exhaled against her lips.

“I should’ve said yes to prom like… five Olaf onesies ago.”

Paige grinned. “I’ve got more where that came from.”

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AN: did I just single-handedly make my expectations for my promposal 1000 times higher? Yes, yes I did. Hope I make the anon who requested happy!!!

[stzrgirl4norris]

born to be with you

Lando Norris x Best Friend!Reader

summary: reader and Lando were best friends to their eyes only, but they were forced to face their true feelings once confronted by an uncomfortable situation

based on this lovely request

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ yourinstagram posted on their story

"can't take him anywhere 🙄"

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ lando posted on their instagram story

"she told me to write matcha princess"

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yourinstagram guys this lando norris guy is everywhere i swear

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maxfewtrell you guys went on a date without me??

> user likely place for them to be

charles_leclerc Omg what is Oscar doing there?

> yourinstagram i can tell you were proud of that joke > charles_leclerc It was funny > oscarpiastri No it wasn’t

danielricciardo no one cares about lando show us your face (respectfully)

>yourinstagram omg anything for you king 👑

> maxverstappen1 I wasn’t expecting this > yourinstagram are you jealous??? @ maxverstappen1 👀

> maxverstappen1 No but someone else might be… > user OMG MAX ??? > user Max knows something we don’t

pierregasly just kiss already

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lando teaching her that golf is fun

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yourinstagram the only fun part about this is driving the cart and looking cute

> lando you didn’t even drive the cart >yourinstagram but did i look cute?? 👀 > user i know he blushed

maxfewtrell you can’t say it’s fun when you actually competed against her you dumb fuck

>yourinstagram it's okay to feed his ego sometimes 🥱

lilymhe @yourinstagram would you like me to teach you next time?

> yourinstagram you don’t even need to ask

carlossainz5 Her form actually looks great

>lando obviously duh 🙄 i was her teacher

> yourinstagram let’s give ourselves the proper insignificance

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ Lando's twitch stream

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ twitch chat

user omg did bro actually ended the stream? user jealous!lando out of the closet user that was hot ngl user y/n better do something

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lando told you guys she wasn’t free on friday

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georgerussell63 @yourinstagram blink twice if you need help

> lando funny i’ve been telling carmen that for the last 5 years

yourinstagram not brad pitt but i might like you more

> lando this is the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me

maxverstappen1 Telling Lily these are her real parents 😂

>kellypiquet Max... Delete this... 😅

oscarpiastri Clap if you’re surprised

> oscarpiastri Notice how no one clapped

francocolapinto jesus @yourinstagram release the grip no one is taking him

>yourinstagram nice try... i've seen the way you look at him 😤

danielricciardo bro really thought no one knew

kimiantonelli Why are fans surprised they are dating? I thought we've already established that

>georgerussell63 They weren't dating before >kimiantonelli They weren't?????

carlossainz55 About time 😍

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yourinstagram i heard a rumour

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lando can you do weddings?? like as the bride??

>yourinstagram omg i blushed 🤭

alex_albon close enough welcome back romeo and juliet

kikagomes and the crowd is.... not surprised

oscarpiastri big fan of whatever this is

>mclaren when are we having a papaya double date?? 😍 > oscarpiastri bold of you to assume we can take these two anywhere

alexandrasaintmleux mom and dad

user how many flowers did he give her??

user they're getting married in five days bet

user con😭gra😭du😭la😭tion

lilzneimer prettiest! 😍❤️

>yourinstagram no YOU

charles_leclerc When is Leo going to have a brother?

>lando chill mate baby steps > yourinstagram i'll text you leo's brother's name tomorrow

georgerussell63 Watch them start to breath each other's air

maxfewtrell it's not a rumour if it's true

[yesimwriting]

I can see bestie drunkenly clinging onto Armand and trying to cover his face in kisses and he's like 😃 and Louis is like 😧

The poignant scent of alcohol isn't enough to blur the feel of your skin against his into obscurity, which is...incredibly unfortunate.

Armand exhales, a weak attempt at dismissing the warmth of your fingertips resting against his forearm. The contact is too absentminded to be considered significant. You're likely unaware of the extent of your proximity, the bulk of your attention too dedicated to Louis for you to notice anything else.

Louis keeps pulling your free hand towards him just for you to try to tug your wrist out of his grasp. Every once in awhile he awards your struggle by letting you nearly escape. The game is completely innocent, but the action behind it is feels much too volatile.

Armand frowns. "You two are behaving like children."

You turn your head towards him. "I'm sorry we're not 500-and--" You trail off, brow furrowing as you struggle to keep your response well structured in your current state. "Whatever the other number is."

Maybe Louis wasn't exaggerating when he described all of the work he had to put into getting you home tonight. "Tactful."

You let out a breath that feels more like a laugh than anything else. "I try."

"Ignore her." Louis has yet to let you go, but he's no longer tugging on your wrist. "You don't even want to know how much she had to drink tonight." Armand doesn't doubt that.

"Don't be mean. It wasn't that much."

Louis's eyes briefly narrow at that. "I had to keep you from running off with a stranger." Armand feels himself tense at the response. "And then I had to babysit you through getting ready for bed."

"That wasn't babysitting." You shift, your nails carefully dragging themselves up Armand's arm before you finally let go of him. You press your elbow into the mattress to sit up a little more before reaching for his hand again.

"Then what was it?" There's a sharpness to Louis's humor, but it's almost entirely undercut by the way that he adjusts his hold on your hand.

"It was us--hanging out while I did my skin care."

"Mhm." The sound is far from flat, but completely dismissive. Louis turns his head enough to look at Armand. "Can you believe her?"

Armand squeezes your hand. "She's your friend."

You frown, the set of your mouth coming dangerously close to a pout. "Please, you so love me." The certainty of the response is incredibly grating. "I make your life fun."

Something uncomfortably warm attempts to wedge itself between his ribs. "Yes, by constantly destroying my peace."

You're quiet for a second, assessing him with an openness that borders on unsettling. "You're very melodramatic." There's a gentleness to the response that doesn't suit the argument. You continue to watch him, your wide eyed expression oddly pensive. "And very pretty."

The phantom warmth begins to crawl its way up his neck, as heavy and suffocating as tar. His lips part, but before he's forced to respond, Louis lets out an easy laugh. "We don't need his head getting any bigger, ma chere."

"Don't worry." You're dragging your thumb against his knuckles, back and forth at an easy pace. "I'll ask him about his favorite movies later."

Louis grins before bringing the back of your palm to his lips. "You do that."

Armand sighs, allowing himself to ease against his pillows. "As if everything the two of you watch has artistic value."

The corner of your mouth tugs itself upwards at that. You straighten slightly, pushing yourself to sit up a little more before leaning towards him. You press a kiss against his shoulder. "We're joking."

Instead of moving back to your previous position, you relax enough to rest your head against his arm. You pull Louis's hand towards your lap as you settle into your new position. Louis indulges you, letting you extend his arm for him.

Louis remains still for another moment, permitting you to bend and straighten his fingers. Then, with no warning, he moves to sit up fully. "I'm going to get ready for bed." You lift your head slightly, eyebrows pinching together at the thought of being left behind. "I haven't fed yet."

You frown, moving your hand to fully cover the back of Louis's palm, as if that will be enough to get him to stay. "No."

"I'll be right back." When you don't ease, Louis carefully pulls his hand away from you.

You let out a heavy sigh, as if Louis's temporary absence is the kind of inconvenience you'll never recover from. "Fine."

Once you've given your halfhearted approval, Louis pushes himself to stand. "Behave," the warning lacks any real bite, "I mean it. Don't give Armand any headaches."

"Too late."

Louis glares at the response. "Don't start anything." This instruction, though still easygoing, is tinged by an underlying tension that Armand can't quite bring himself to hold against his companion. After all, you're the embodiment of the first rays of sunlight reaching the horizon, and he's the entity that daybreak is meant to purify into nonexistence.

Armand frowns. "No promises."

Louis throws another look in his companion's direction before turning towards the door. Armand's hold on your hand tightens as Louis approaches the bedroom's door.

As soon as you're left alone, you lift your head off of his shoulder enough to look at him. "Hi."

The word is much too enthusiastic. Armand turns his head towards you slowly. "Hello."

You shift slightly, lifting your chin a fraction of an inch as you study him. There's a warmth behind your gaze that implies a fondness he isn't sure how to bear. "What?" The question feels hollow.

"Nothing," the response is easy in its genuineness.

The imagined heat from earlier returns with a vengeance, burning its way through him. Armand permits himself to hold your wide eyed stare. "You're drunk."

You blink, expression morphing into something somber. You adjust your hold on his hand, your fingers pressing into his palm. "Not that drunk." When he's not immediately eased by the gesture, you lift your other arm, holding your wrist out to him. "You can be drunk, too."

The gesture, though clearly just another indicator of the state that you're in, is almost overwhelmingly genuine. You let out a small breath as Armand turns your inner wrist towards him. He lets his thumb settle against your pulse point. Condemning you would be a simple thing.

His companion would hold your pain and the permanence of the change against him for some time, but eventually Louis would come to see it as for the best. Louis can only live in his imagined version of reality for so long, he'll eventually have to acknowledge the limitations of your mortality.

And if Louis's anger were to impact your perception of him, it wouldn't matter. You'd be bonded to him in a way that no amount of friendship, or hatred, or affection could undo.

Armand exhales, forcing himself to replace distorted fantasy with reality. He drags his thumb against your pulse point, allowing himself to dwell on the warmth of your skin. He pulls your arm forward, pressing a kiss against the inside of your wrist.

The contact affects your pulse, your blood inching its way up your veins and towards your chest. "I'm alright."

You aren't eased by his response. "Are you sure?" You pull your wrist out of his grasp before shifting to sit up a little straighter.

You then extend your arm again, placing your hand against his shoulder. Armand recognizes the contact as an attempt at comforting him.

He lets himself reflect on the question. Why wouldn't he be alright? What right do you have to impact him in any capacity? He's an ancient being who could end your existence because of the vaguest impulse to do so, and you're only...who you are. Why should your proximity, or your distance, or your intentions behind either matter to him at all?

"Why wouldn't I be?" He stares at some vague point just beyond you as he answers.

You drag your thumb down his shoulder, the side of your hand moving past the collar of his shirt and onto his bare skin. "I don't know," the response is much more uncertain than you would be if you were sober, "You didn't want to go out with us, and you seem tense."

Armand angles his head towards you, permitting himself to look at you again. "I'm sure you managed enough attention without me there."

You squeeze his shoulder, the warmth of your skin bleeding through the thin material of his shirt. "I like when you're there."

He's studying you with a repulsive transparency, his mind taking in each aspect of your expression. There's nothing cruel or mocking or even uncertain in the way that you're looking at him. You're staring at him with an unbridled affection he's underserving of.

Armand lifts an arm, his hand coming to rest against your shoulder. "I don't know what to do with you."

Your brow furrows at that. It takes you a moment to respond, "I don't think you need to do anything with me."

Everything must feel so simple, so easy to you. Armand's lips part, but before he can speak, you lean towards him. You press a kiss against his shoulder. You then shift again, giving yourself the space needed to kiss the exposed skin just above his shirt's collar.

You still, as if waiting for him to do something that indicates disapproval. When no warning comes, you place another kiss against his skin, this time a little closer to his collarbone.

He exhales, pressing his lips together to keep from reacting. The hand not holding onto your arm grasps at the bedding in a desperate attempt at remaining neutral. When neither attempt at reducing his tension work, his adjusts his hold on your shoulder. He bears your proximity for another moment before pulling you back.

You're quick to comply, straightening your head enough to look at him. Armand holds your stare. There's a gentle curiosity to the way that you're watching him, a fragile interest as you wait for his reaction.

It wouldn't be a difficult thing to push you away, to redirect you towards something less tarnishing. He doesn't look away from you as he tries to will himself to do the right thing for you. When the strength needed to commit to creating necessary distance doesn't find him, Armand brings a hand to the collar of his shirt. He pulls the material out of place, revealing more of his neck.

You blink, your focus shifting between his features and the newly revealed skin. It takes you longer than it should to understand the implications of the gesture.

Slowly, you shift forward again, pressing a chaste kiss against his collar bone. He allows his eyes to fall shut as you make your way up his neck. You don't stop until you've reached the start of his jaw.

You stop as suddenly as you started, moving far enough away from him to rest your temple against his shoulder with no warning.

It would be easy for things to remain quiet between the two of you, but after a long moment, Armand speaks, "Are you tired?"

You give no indication of discomfort as you take his hand again. "A little." Hm. It's the kind of half-truth you'd only use while completely exhausted.

Armand squeezes your hand to his. "Then maybe we should go to sleep."

"Maybe." Your mutual agreement isn't enough to convince either of you to move.

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a/n lowkey have mixed feelings on this but it's been nearly done in the drafts for a minute so <3

[darlingdaisyfarm]

Hey love! I've been in a bit of a depressive slump recently, it's just been hard to feel motivated to do things like get ready for work, or even to just feel joy some days. Would you be open to writing some hc's for the Stan twins comforting/taking care of their SO going through a depression slump?

I like to think that Stan would completely empathize with his SO, so to make sure you'd get out of bed and actually eat something he'd make a great smelling breakfast filled with your favorite foods. He sits next to you at the breakfast table instead of across from you so you can lean on him if sitting upright is too tiring. He's creative in his comfort, basically finding ways to trick you into doing things so they don't feel like Work on the days where just existing takes twice the amount of energy it normally does.

Ford would probably be more of a "problem solving" kind of partner. While he's had rough days, he's never really had an issue with motivation, but while he doesn't exactly understand what you're going through he'd still do anything to help. Making sure you're taking your meds, drinking enough water, opening the windows in the house if it's nice out enough so you get some natural sunlight and fresh air, etc. He'd track your bad days, keeping note of how long these periods last and how bad they get. He keeps a list of anything and everything that brings a smile to your face and will use it as a reference for when you feel like this and are in dire need of a pick-me-up!

STAN & FORD TAKING CARE OF YOU DURING A SLUMP

tags: hurt/comfort, depression mentioned, sfw

hi angel, im so sorry it’s taken me this long to answer your ask. i really hope you’ve been feeling a bit better lately. if you see this, please feel free to send me another ask just letting me know how you’re doing, no pressure at all but i hope you're alright there

STAN

you’ve gone quiet in the way that scares him most. Stan remembers it from his worst years, that ugly feeling made him start sleeping with the TV on just to hear a heartbeat that wasn’t his own. and now you’re here, looking like a hollowed-out version of the person he adores, and he’d do anything just to bring you back into yourself.

he knows what it’s like to disappear into a place so deep and gray inside yourself that you forget what your own voice sounds like. and it kills him to see you there, honestly. he’d rather take a punch to the gut than hear you say “i don’t know why i feel this way” with that sad look in your eyes which used to be so bright and alive before

he starts sleeping lighter, checking if you're still beside him, brushing his hand over your back, making sure you're close. you catch him sometimes in the middle of the night when he's sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, lit cigarette dangling from his lips. Stan looks guilty. and you hate it because it's not even his fault. “you’re scaring me, baby,” he'd say with a sigh

and he touches you because he wants to let you know he's near. tugs your legs over his lap while you’re curled on the armchair, tucks his big calloused hand beneath your jaw. Stan kisses you to show his presence, not lust

if you’re shaking and can’t explain why, he’ll crawl into the bathtub with you fully clothed, he’ll cradle your head to his chest and just rock you, kiss your temple again and again, tell you about some dumb scam he pulled when he was twenty, whatever, just something to make you at least chuckle. anything to hear your laugh again. even a tiny one.

and when you finally sleep, soft hiccups fading against his chest, he doesn’t dare move. not even to wipe the tears that rolled down his face while you weren’t looking.

Stan doesn’t knock anymore. when your bad days stretch into bad weeks and the shower hasn’t been touched and your clothes are the same ones from thursday, he just pushes the door open and sits down with you on the floor, doesn’t say anything, there are no questions too. Stanley just lowers himself beside you, groaning because he's an old man with bad knees, and leans his weight against yours. “you don’t have to talk, but if you do, i’ll listen. if you don’t, i’ll still listen.”

he becomes a little sneaky in his love. that’s how he helps. you can’t get out of bed? fine. he doesn’t say “get up” he says “i need you to taste-test something” and appears five minutes later with a plate he’s poured his whole soul into, eggs and bacon just the way you like them, toast cut into triangles, sausage shaped into a smiley face. “don’t look at me like that, it’s just leftovers” although it's obvious that he tried too hard. if you sit up even a little to take a bite, that’s a win in his eyes. next thing you feel is him tucking his arm around your back and pulling you against his chest

when showering feels like climbing a mountain, it's never “go wash up” because Stan knows it doesn't work like that. but i think he might suggest taking a bath together, he will warm the water, light a candle if you’re into that kind of thing, and get in first so you don’t feel like you're doing it alone. he’ll wash your back with those huge hands, humming some old song under his breath. if he catches you crying into the crook of his neck, he’ll kiss the top of your head and say, “yeah. i know. me too sometimes.”

you could scream at him, go silent for hours, beg him to leave, but that won't work. he’d just shake his head, curl tighter around you, and mumble, “not leavin’. sorry, tough luck. you’re stuck with me.”

he protects you from yourself, on the days you haven’t left the house in too long, he’ll say “hey, we’re outta beer and i ain’t going alone, what if i get mugged by a bear?” and suddenly you’re walking with him to the corner store with the bright sun on your face. Stan is proud of himself he made the world a little bit less hostile just by standing next to you

if that doesn't work anymore, he won't try to cheer you up. Stan isn’t that stupid, he knows better than to try to outrun depression. “this ain’t forever, sweetie,” he whispers against your hairline, “but even if it was, i’d still stay.” but underneath all of that, he’s scared. he’s really fucking scared. because he knows what it felt like, to stare at the ceiling and wonder if anyone would notice if he didn’t wake up. and now it’s you, and he doesn’t know how to keep you above water except by climbing in with you, over and over again, until your fingers stop shaking.

and the sensuality feels different now. “still the most beautiful thing i ever laid eyes on,” he rasps, kissing your neck while you cling to him. “even when you feel like nothing.” he lays his forehead, resting against your belly like a man praying for spring.

and if you ever apologize “sorry i’m like this, sorry i’m not better, sorry i’m so much work” he really gets mad, not at you, but at the voice in your head feeding you that lie. will hold your chin so gently in his palm, look you dead in the eye and tell you that you ain’t broken, sweetheart. you’re just tired, and Stan gets that. but he got enough love for the both of you today, so don’t you worry

FORD

Ford is used to solving problems with equations but none of that works here. not when your eyes don’t meet his and Ford gets scared. so he adapts.

at first, he watches from the doorframe while you lie still in bed, not sleeping and not moving, Ford bites his nails, thinking what it can be. he writes down a dozen theories. sleep deprivation? serotonin imbalance? post-traumatic stuff?

Ford becomes gentle, so, so gentle his voice softens around you. he reads more psychology books than he ever did during his college years and. . . he tapes sticky notes around the Shack that say things like “drink water. you matter.” and “five minutes of sunlight counts. i’m proud of you.”

he learns to stop asking if you’re okay. instead, he says, “can i stay with you in this?” and he’ll lay with you all day if that’s what it takes.

Ford is more methodical in his concern, but don’t mistake that for coldness. he doesn’t pretend to understand exactly what you’re going through but he’s listening and taking notes. literally. it starts as a notebook he keeps tucked on his desk, where he logs things like “they smiled after i mentioned sea otters today” or “worse symptoms following three days without fresh air”

he builds little rituals for you, every morning, he places a glass of water by your bedside so you don’t have to ask. he opens the curtains enough so the light reaches your beautiful face and reminds your circadian rhythm that life still exists out there. he gently nudges vitamins toward your palm while rambling about something else entirely, about anomalies or some interdimensional cephalopods so you won't get suspicious and feel like he’s watching.

and when you haven’t smiled in days, oh Ford gets anxious, so damn anxious he starts pulling out old journals, flipping through dusty pages, looking for any weird magical object in gravity falls or psychological theory that might fix it, because he’s terrified of standing by and doing nothing. you might wake up one morning to a bouquet of ethereal flowers that he picked from the devil knows where, or a tiny blue creature in a jar because “oh this? i read that this species has calming bioresonances. thought it might help.”

Ford’s presence is consistent, he won’t overwhelm you with affection when you're not ready to accept it, but you’ll find signs of his care in every corner of the house, a heated blanket turned on before you wake, your favourite book left unfinished on the chapter you like, a softly played record from a time when things felt easier. and on nights when your brain feels loud and you can’t sleep because of these dumb thoughts, Stanford will climb into bed beside you. glasses off and hair still damp from the shower. he'll read aloud until you drift off by his side and he'll kiss your forehead whispering good night, darling

and in the weeks that follow, it’s not your smiles he celebrates but the creak of the bed when you sit up because it means you got a little bit more energy to move today. the way your fingers twitch when you reach for water. the rare days you touch him first. he treats them like astronomical events, writing them down. sweet heavens, it's the damn planets aligned today just because his darling looked him in the eyes, the stars must’ve thrown a celebration today, the whole universe tilted in his favor, Ford is happy.

he’ll play a song on the piano, pulling you toward him until you sit next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder, not having to say anything at all. the music is soft, beautiful, just like his six fingers, and Ford doesn’t ask for anything in return. he just wants you to feel safe, in whatever way you need.

when you finally kiss him again, he goes quiet because it means you're starting to feel better. your eyes soften again and you reach out for him, you know he’ll be waiting, as always. “you’re my priority, and i’ll be here. always.”

Ford pulls you into his lap, runs his fingers over your skin, and tells you about the stars, how even the coldest ones still shine. how light travels farther than sadness. how you, in this moment, exhausted and barely holding on, are still the brightest thing he’s ever seen. always ends up with you sobbing into his chest

Ford would travel to every version of this world just to find the one where you're happy

[chadobi]

i’m so happy to find someone who wants to write for the 2007 turtles! i have two requests if it’s okay, but i’ll write them separately: my first request is a raphael x female reader. i just want something sweet and soft for our grumpy boy.

i was thinking that the reader is a friend of the turtles like april, and one night she finds out that raphael is the nightwatcher and offers her apartment as a safe place for him to come whenever he wants. they get closer thanks to this (and fall in love). i’d like you to write the love confession scene after raphael realizes that he feels at home and understood for the first time with the reader, maybe after a heartfelt conversation about his insecurities and his situation with the family.

Ooo I’m super into this idea! Just a heads up though - I’m only gonna stick with this request for now ‘cause I already answered one kinda like it earlier. Hope that’s all good!”

“Safe Place”

2007Raphael x Female Reader

The second time Raphael stumbled through your apartment window at nearly three in the morning, you didn’t even blink.

“First aid kit’s in the bathroom cabinet,” you mumbled, barely looking up from your book.

He paused in the dark. “…You ain’t gonna ask what happened?”

You shut the book slowly and met his gaze. He was still wearing the Nightwatcher gear — scratched helmet under one arm, his free hand clenched around a bloodied towel. Bruised, sore, and exhausted.

“You’re fighting crime in a city that eats heroes alive. I figured that whatever happened, you’re probably not in the mood to talk about it unless you want to.”

A long beat passed. Then he huffed — not annoyed, just surprised. Grateful. “Thanks.”

That’s how it started. A few visits turned into weekly ones. And then, when things got too tense in the lair or when he and Leo clashed again, your window became a familiar welcome.

—————

Tonight was different.

You knew it the moment he came in — slow, heavy-footed. Not hurt this time, not physically, but weighed down. You were curled up on your couch in an oversized sweatshirt, your living room dim and warm.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just sat beside you, helmet on the floor, his shoulders hunched like the world had finally caught up to him. You reached out quietly, placing your hand on his. He didn’t pull away.

“I got into it with Leo again,” he muttered eventually. “I said some crap I didn’t mean. Told him I don’t belong in the family anymore.”

You frowned, squeezing his hand. “Raph…

“I mean — maybe he’s right,” he cut in quickly, bitterly. “I sneak off, I don’t follow orders, I take off in the middle of the night like a damn idiot… I’ve spent so much time bein’ angry I don’t even know if I can fix what I broke.”

Your chest ached at the rawness in his voice. You turned toward him fully, your hand still resting over his.

“You’re not broken, Raph. You’re hurt. There’s a difference.”

He blinked and looked at you like you’d just said something no one had told him before. Not his brothers. Not Master Splinter. No one.

“I see you,” you whispered. “All that fire in you — it’s not a flaw. It’s passion. It’s heart. And yeah, sometimes it comes out messy. But it means you care. About justice. About your family. About this city. You don’t need to change to be worthy of love, Raph.”

His eyes flicked down, his jaw tense. For a moment, he didn’t say anything. But then you felt his fingers shift — his hand turned, rough palm closing around yours.

“You really think that?” he asked quietly.

“I know that.” You leaned forward, your voice softer now. “And for what it’s worth… I like having you here. I want you here. Not because you need a safe place — but because I feel safer when you’re around.”

His breath hitched. “Y’know, I never felt like I had that. A place that just… gets me.”

“You do now,” you said gently. “You have me.”

That cracked something in him. His brow furrowed, his mouth parted like he was searching for the right words — the right way to say something too big for his chest.

“I… I think I’m fallin’ for ya,” he murmured. “Been feelin’ it for a while now. But tonight — this — I just… I don’t wanna keep pretendin’ I don’t.”

Your heart stuttered, warmth blooming in your chest. You reached up, brushing his cheek gently with your fingertips.

“Good,” you whispered, smiling. “Because I’ve already fallen for you.”

He exhaled sharply, like he’d been holding his breath for weeks. Then he leaned forward slowly, hesitantly, and you met him halfway. His lips were warm and cautious against yours — unpracticed but honest, tender. When you parted, he pressed his forehead to yours, voice husky and real.

“Thanks for seein’ me. For lettin’ me be me.”

“Always,” you breathed, cradling his face. “You’re home now, Raph.”

[meowiluvcats]

Introooo:

Hii so this my page, I be posting anything I find funny or cute so it’s probably super chaotic.😭 (never made a bio before don’t judge or im biting ur toes or sum idk💔😔)

I don’t really put my name or stuff in bio but you can ask me any personal questions in dm.

Call me whatever you want tho😭 (except pinky princess🤨🤨🤨🤨)

Here’s some quick stuff you should know:

Male

21

Europe(the Netherlands specifically)

Straight

Switch (so both dom & sub just depends on the person)

6’6 ish or about 200cm

I speak English and Dutch but a bit of Spanish & German too

And I study in university

I really like talking to ppl so DMs are always open!! Or feel free to send asks ! Idk I love interacting and making jokes n whatever so say whatever u want lmao😭😭😭

I will probably block or ignore if ur either really boring/dry or just being weird or mean but I am a very open minded person and have lots of energy so I doubt that will happen often.

Here’s some of my interests:

🎸Music: really into music, will listen a lot so if you have good taste put me on.

Fav genres: anything rap, rock, rnb, soul/neosoul, jazz, jazzrap, jpop, metal a bit, Spanish, and sooo much more.

I can put artist and songs here in the future too or a link to my Spotify lmk

🎮 Gaming: Some of my favs include Minecraft, stardew valley, terraria !!!, hades, subnautica, soulsborne games, anything Pokémon, and a lot more.

🥘 Cooking/baking: love making interesting things and seeing people enjoy my meals. Anything sea food, pasta, curry, rice is a regular thing. Hmu for food pics.

📖 Reading: I love reading books esp mythology recently.

🎥 Anime/manga/movies/series/comics: love to watch or read these things. I have soo many favs idek what to put here😭

😽Cats! I love cats, tbh I love animals in general I study biology after all. But cats are so cute and I have two myself (1 is the pfp, dm to see more :3)

I can add more later but this a quick intro, if you like any of these things feel free to talk to me I love yapping or being yapped to. I love when ppl interact w me or my page and if I can make you laugh it means the world to me loll. Also im always here to talk even in bad times so yk dont feel like you’d bother me or sum.

Shii if ur this far down might as well send an ask or summm😭 idek byee

ALSO I LOVE HAVING MOOTS SO YEA 😋

Also I be getting shy n stuff from praise or teasing so don’t even get any funny ideas 😭😔. Like it’s not my fault im weak to that and melt to literally anything n be getting butterflies/tingles in my stomach. So don’t even try or imma scream and it’s unfair so you can’t yeaaaaaaaa😓

[rensficreblogs]

Harumasa Asaba x gn! Reader. Reader is a newly hired assistant for Section Six.

A/N: Back at it again- I guess writing is more fun than I thought it would be.

On your first day working as an assistant to Section Six, you simply tried to observe what made the four core members tick. Soukaku was easy enough to figure out- she was extremely food and praise motivated. Captain Myabi seemed to be driven by a strong sense of justice and duty. Yanagi was a bit difficult to figure out, but you ultimately put together that she was the glue that kept Section Six running. 

Try as you might, you simply could not find the reason behind why Harumasa worked like he did. Well, maybe you should say why he didn’t work like he did. Most of his time at the office was spent daydreaming, napping, and chatting up anyone who would listen about anything other than the work in front of him. You were apparently one of his favorite victims for the ladder. 

“What’s your favorite place to get dinner?” He asked out of the blue when you walked past him with a fresh stack of copies hot off the printer. Your first day, and you were already being put to work running typical office errands, trying to help out in any way you could. 

“Um…” you thought for a moment, stopping adjacent to his messy desk “I guess waterfall soup? I haven’t really been able to get out to try much else,” you answered, just to give him an answer.

“Ah, the noodles there are super good. A friend of mine introduced me to them a couple of months ago,” he said with a smile. 

The very next day, he caught you in the hallway, refilling your water.

“Hey, what do you do when you aren’t working?” Harumasa asked like you two weren’t practically strangers.

Lifting your finger from the button to dispense water, you looked over at him, “Well, besides sleeping and eating and stuff, sometimes I play games or watch movies-“

“You like movies?” He interrupted, “What kind?”

Truly a man of a million questions, this one. Before you could give an answer, Yanagi seemed to appear from thin air, ready to whisk you away.

“Sorry to interrupt,” she began in her ever calm and cool voice, “but could you come help me with these papers for a moment?” 

You quickly turned to face her, not wanting to disappoint your superior so early in your employment.

“Right, of course,” you began to walk away, freshly filled water bottle in hand, but not before turning to the man leaning against the water cooler. “Sorry, we can talk later, ok?” 

By the look on his face, he seemed slightly disappointed, but he still replied with a quiet “yeah, sure…”

The next few days on the job were much of the same- running around, taking care of whatever you were asked to, and, of course, more seemingly endless and random questions from Harumasa.

On Friday, he approached you at your desk just as you were finishing up your lunch.

“Hey there, are you doing anything after work today?” He inquired as he placed both hands against the desktop and leaned forward towards where you sat.

You thought for a moment- the only thing you could come up with is that you needed to do laundry.

“No, I should be free, why?”

“The other day, you said you liked movies, and I just so happen to know some people who own a great video store down on Sixth Street. You in?” He asked, looking down at you with those bright gold eyes. 

Perhaps it was out of fear of disappointing your coworkers, maybe it was genuine curiosity, but you nodded.

“Sure, sounds good. I’ll meet you at your desk after I clock out,” you replied with a small smile.

He clapped his hands together “Great, see you then!” He exclaimed. Then, off he skipped back to another part of the office. 

For the rest of the day, you found it hard to focus on work. Thankfully, you didn’t make any big slip-ups that could get you reprimanded. Eventually, you made it to the end of the workday.

You couldn’t tell if it was anxiety or excitement you were feeling at the idea of being invited to go somewhere by a coworker. On one hand, this had never happened before- on the other hand, this had never happened before. 

Your feet seemed to move on autopilot as you fell more and more into your own thoughts. Soon, you found yourself standing in front of his desk, just as promised. It seemed that he had just woken up from one of his naps just moments before, if his big yawn and stretch were anything to go by.

“You ready?” He asked sleepily. You nodded and he stood up with a smile, beginning to place some of his personal belongings in his bag.

He chatted at you pretty much the entire journey- all the way from the office, to the train, and to Sixth Street before he went quiet for a moment.

“Here we are- Random Play! Best video store around,” he leaned closer to you with a smirk “And trust me, I know all the best places.”

With that, he led the way to the front door, opening it for you and everything.

“Welcome in- oh, hey Harumasa, long time no see!” The grey haired man behind the counter greeted. “And who’s this with you today?” He asked.

Harumasa chuckled a bit, closing the door behind you both. “Ah, this is (y/n), section six’s new assistant. (Y/n), this is Wise, he and his sister run this joint,” he said, gesturing to the man you now knew as Wise.

“Nice to meet you,” he said with a small smile and wave.

“It’s nice to meet you, too,” you returned the greeting.

“Now,” Harumasa interjects, “pick out anything you like, it’s on me. Think of it as a little welcome to the group gift, yeah?”

Not wanting to be rude, you thanked him before moving to peruse the selection of videos on display while Harumasa sauntered over to the front to chat with Wise. 

As you picked up a tape- seemingly an action film from a few years ago- a girl with a box full of videos slid up next to you.

“Don’t feel too bad or like you’re taking advantage. When he says ‘it’s on me’, he means with his discount,” she giggles. This must be Wise’s sister- they had the same eyes. “I’m Belle by the way,” she says with a smile.

Just then, you felt an arm lay across your shoulders. “Find anything good?” Harumasa asked. Based on what you had observed at work, he was a rather touchy person, always giving out hugs and putting his hand on people’s shoulders. 

You tried to just ignore his affection. “This one looks interesting,” you held up the brightly packaged tape for him to see.

“Oh, I love this one,” he said, with a bright smile.

“It’s one of our favorites, too!” Belle chimed in.

“Well, in that case,” Harumasa began, “guess we’ll have to get this one,”

Suddenly, the tape is snatched out of your hand and out of your reach.

“Oh no, guess I have it now,” he taunted, skipping to the front desk and passing Wise a few dennies.

“Guess if you want to watch it, you’ll have to come over to my place this weekend,” he smiled.

As those words left his mouth, you felt your face start to flush. Belle and Wise giggled slightly at your expense while Harumasa simply shrugged with a coy smirk in your direction. It would seem this was all a part of his master plan.

[fckmebarnes]

in honor of thunderbolts * being released and we have way more content than ever, i’m hosting a little celebration if you will! (i’ve also hit 2k and wanna celebrate that too <3)

this is for x reader as well! and if there’s a prompt or idea that you have that’s not on this list, feel free to send it to me!

rules: please send me a character(s) along with a dialogue prompt and/or a physical touch prompt!

i’ll write for all of the characters however i have a better hand at doing the following (totally able to write the others as well! just lmk who <3) :

ᯓ★ bucky

ᯓ★ yelena

ᯓ★ mel

ᯓ★ bob

EIGHTEEN PLUS. MEN AND MINORS DNI.

nightmare comfort prompts

ᯓ★ “Whatever you saw in there isn't real. I'm real, okay? I'm here.”

ᯓ★ "Of course I’ll hold your hand. Anything to make you feel better."

ᯓ★ "Why would I think you're weak? Everyone gets nightmares."

ᯓ★ "You're sweating like crazy. Stay put, I'll grab a towel to wipe you off."

ᯓ★ “You don’t have to be okay right now.” – kissed on the temple like a prayer.

nsfw

ᯓ★ "You think I won’t?" – "I know you will. That’s the problem."

ᯓ★ "Careful. You’re starting to sound jealous."

ᯓ★ "I’m going to ruin you. And you’re going to thank me for it."

ᯓ★ "We’re alone now. You still pretending this is just tension?"

ᯓ★ "Is this still an argument or are we just flirting with knives now?"

misc

ᯓ★ “i was handling it fine until you got involved!”

ᯓ★ “we were so drunk.”

ᯓ★ "Quit following me!" "I was hired to follow you, princess, better get used to it."

ᯓ★ “huh, you know when you’re not scowling at me your eyes look a little more blue than green.”

ᯓ★ “i hate you!” “as long as you feel something towards me.”

ᯓ★ “it’s midnight, please turn off the jazz.”

ᯓ★ “you’ve done shitty things to me before but you’ve never been cruel.”

ᯓ★ “you put me through so much, and still all i can think about is how i’d do it all again if you asked me to.”

physical touch prompts

ᯓ★ Being touch-starved and needy was really starting to mess with their reputation as a tough guy.

ᯓ★ They wanted to be touched, to be missed, to be loved. Was that too much to ask for?

ᯓ★ tugging at the other's clothes to keep them close

ᯓ★ in a moment of celebration they get overwhelmed with emotions and basically without a conscious decision to do it

ᯓ★ accidentally grazing their hands as both of you are reaching for the same object

ᯓ★ reversed little spoon & big spoon (the one who is normally the big spoon is the little spoon and vice versa)

ᯓ★ gently touching their waist to move past them

ᯓ★ briefly tracing the lines of their palms

[swiftiemurdermystery]

Hi everyone! Jen here! Welcome to Swiftie Murder Mystery Inc., where you'll all work together to solve a horrendous crime... the murder of Taylor's backstage worker, John Dearson!

RULES AND INFORMATION

This is NOT a competition. The point of this is for you all to work together to solve the crime rather than try to outdo one another. Use the resources provided, your own beautiful minds, and the strengths of others to move through the mystery and solve the crime!

Anyone can join at any time. If you see this post before the murder is solved, go through the clues and try to help along the way!

There will be an initial post with clues and 3 objectives along the way. As you solve each objective, you'll receive more information and clues. For example, the first objective could be to prove that each suspect is lying about their alibi that night. Once you've done that, I will give you the next objective along with further hints!

I will be representing each suspect with gifs and photos of fictional characters from television shows and films for a better experience. Use your imagination and don't connect the actual real-life characters to this story - they are not related.

When you think you've solved an objective, give me the answer in my inbox on this blog! No one will receive anything for answering first, so you can feel free to designate someone to speak for everyone or just answer yourselves as you go along! Whatever you want to do as long as you are kind and welcoming to EVERYONE who wants to play!

NO NASTY OR CRUEL BEHAVIOR TOLERATED! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED! Everyone is welcome to play and everyone has to be kind. This is a one-time offense thing, not sorry.

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION! NO ONE WAS MURDERED DURING THE ERAS TOUR! THESE ARE FICTIONAL SUSPECTS AND A FICTIONAL VICTIM!

If you have any questions or concerns please don't hesitate to ask me here or at @gaveyouigaveyoui !!!! I'm here to help and ensure this is fun for all of you, but please be patient with me as I may not answer right away. I'm still finishing putting this together, so I'll have an official start date as soon as possible.

Love, Jen xo

[dreamyblanket]

Allright everyone, I'm going to close my askbox tomorrow so send in whatever asks you want sooner than later!

My break has been over for a while now and I have lots of things I need to do irl unfortunately, so please be patient with me while I get through everything! ^^u

As allways, don't forget to drink water! ♡

[grumpy-beast]

EXE Art dump

[automatonknight]

here's the prick i was talking about^ i have so many thoughts and notes about him but they're mostly incomprehensible so when i organize maybe them i'll post them who knows